#emi.tr

"Mikey!" you yell, rushing into the room, ignoring the shattered glass on the ground that threatens to pierce your bare feet. You kneel down in front of Mikey's hunched figure and clutch the bloody wrist where he had clawed deep marks into.

"Mikey-nii, that's enough," you choke out, feeling the red liquid oozing onto your hand. "Please don't hurt yourself. Shinichro-nii is gone, Izana-nii is gone...Emma-neechan is gone too."

"Shinichiro-nii is at the shop...." he mumbles to himself. "Izana is still...Emma...Emma is Emma is..."

"They're all gone! It's been years already! Please, Mikey-nii, I can't lose you too."

Mikey's shoulder begins to tremble, his breaths shaky and wheezing. His eyes are glazed over, bloodshot, as another roar rips through his throat. He breaks from your grasp and suddenly stands up, glaring at your crumbled figure at his feet.

"Mikey? Nii-chan..ahh..." Hands clasp around your throat, forcing you to stand with the grip. "It's me..." Your little sister. The only family you have left, Mikey-niichan.

The air is thick and heavy with sweet smoke. He shoves you onto the mattress, the impact against the dusty pillows knocking the wind out from you. Your cough disturbs the grey wisps that are floating through the dark space.

"What are you," you ask, half-sitting up on the bed, dizzy from the inhaled chemicals rushing to fill your brain. You see your brother shirtless, blood still trailing down his arm, coming closer, closer. He's on top of you, eyes blank, pupils dilated, a hand tilting your chin towards him.

"Mikey-nii?" you ask, soft lips parted and inviting.

Your relaxation suddenly erupts into a wild urgency. Your whole body convulses at the lips pressed on yours and the tongue that forced its ways into your mouth. Mikey tastes bitter, he tastes sweet. All of his anger, his grief, and desperation.

He grabs you tightly, hands pulling the loose buttons of your nightgown apart. Your legs kick out in vain under the heavy body pressing on top. Each futile struggle only gives him more access to expose your skin under his fingertips.

"Don't fight me, baby sister. I only have you now." Mikey suckles on your bottom lips, muttering, "You only have me now. They're all dead..."

His knee forces your legs apart. His hands gripping your wrists together over your head. Your violent headshakes and sobs for him to stop are unheard. Cries for your brother to come back to his senses melt into translucent silk threads pulling him closer, beckoning him to entangle himself in your fragrance and warmth.

"No! Please! No! No!" Tears stream down your face as you cry out when Mikey's cock pushes into your pussy, tearing through you. He bottoms out in a groan while you tremble and shiver from the intrusion. Then he begins to rock his hips in and out messily, heavy pants blowing on the shell of your ear.

The squeaks of the mattress frame and clap of skin against skin sound in the room filled with powders and smoke. The ceiling spins, your throat becoming itchy and dry. Thirst overcomes your body and you float weightless.

Your fights to push him off break apart. Efforts to call back reason to your brother who looks lost and mad fade into seductive mewls. Each time he presses your g-spot, hips grinding against yours, your sobs morph into moans.

"Nngg—n-no. Niichan, no—ahh—"

The dirty euphoria that is building suddenly stops. Mikey pauses, his cock still completely buried within your tight walls. You almost think that this nightmare will end now, because your big brother is finally back. It's just a mistake, a slip-up in search of comfort. You'll forget it, he'll move on, and none of this will have happened.

Suddenly Mikey smiles, a quiet snort slipping out of his mouth. A frown appears on his face. "Don't you want them back? Shinichiro...Izana...Emma...Shinichiro...Izana..Emma..."

You shake your head softly. "No, Mikey-nii. They're dead already...they can't come back..."

"They'll come back. I'll bring them back," he snarls, eyes glaring at your frightened form under him. A crazed expression locks eyes with your lost, pleading one. He chuckles, smearing the remnants of the blood on his wrist over your cheeks, delighting at the new tears prickling at your waterline. It's so precious, so beautiful, and pure.

"Mikey-nii, please..."

Claws snatch your throat, squeezing tighter than ever. Your hands fly down to pull on the grip.

"I WANT THEM BACK! GIVE. THEM. BACK. TO. ME!" Mikey bellows, shaking your head into the pillows. Your choking wheezes are swallowed completely by his shouts. He pounds into you, ramming his cock against your g-spot over and over again. Your cheeks burn, needles shooting through your head. The dark seems to fade into a fuzzy glitter. He fucks you mad in anger, completely possessed by the devils of grief, sprinting in rage until he claps himself balls deep against you and spurts his cum to coat your walls.

Two heaving breaths sound in the dark. The air is musky with sex and salty with tears. But the demon is exorcised, leaving only the quiet aftermath of bodies fitted together.

"G-Give them back," Mikey croaks out, cradling your face between his palms. He presses a kiss along your jaw. "We'll get them back..."

Your weak breathy cries and broken rasps echo softly next to Mikey's ears, body still twitching from being defiled and abused. You can feel a thick fluid leaking out from your hole and wet drops on your collarbone. The trail of tears that flowed out from your eyes are now two dried streaks. Mikey groans, tongue slipping out the lick the salty marks. You would answer him, if you can still answer coherently at all. Unable to get an answer from you, high washing over him, Mikey relaxes over your body, head tucked between your neck and shoulder.

When I die, baby sister, will you cry for me too?