#sis!reader

▪︎ In that situation, if Clark had had a different personality, it would have ended up in big fights, but since he was the peaceful boy he was, he never complained, and both Mom and Dad looked at him with a bit of pity. Did they love you? Of course, but no one could say that you didn't handle a great deal of intensity and energy, which wasn't bad at all because you were like the joy of the home, but it could agitate anyone if they weren't used to it.

▪︎ Everyone thought that would change as they grew up and reached adolescence, and like anyone else, you'd want your own personal space and understand that your brother would too.

▪︎ Funny but not

▪︎ You loved teasing him even more, and now you had so many more tools at your disposal; it seemed like fate was always against him. He had to listen to guys asking you out, guys flirting with you (something you actually enjoyed and he hated, well, protective brother), but it made him even more nervous when he saw you with his great love Lana's group of friends, and he almost froze when he saw you two sitting at the house, you evil girl.

▪︎ It had to be said that most of the fun things happened in your teens, that is, even before the appearance of your powers everything was quite chaotic.

▪︎ During those years, your parents found it incredible how Clark handled your personality. They even thought Clark had developed an amazing ability to ignore you when you were being particularly annoying. It was a survival mechanism he perfected over the years. Jonathan was convinced that much of Clark's power didn't come from his Kryptonian origins, but from having survived an entire childhood with you.

▪︎ You were quite hyperactive, which didn't help you at all in class given your poor ability to concentrate, but the good thing was that Clark was extremely good at helping you study. He had infinite patience to explain something to you ten times if necessary. You, on the other hand, were an expert at helping him with social problems. If Clark needed advice on how to talk to someone, interpret a situation, or stop acting weird, he usually ended up turning to you, so it was a kind of trade.

▪︎ Since she couldn't focus on anything for very long, Clark was definitely the one driving the old farm truck, but even then, Martha would pray every time the two of you went out in it together. Not because you were irresponsible, but because you had a habit of getting easily distracted, talking about anything and everything.

▪︎ For a while you two were very calm, actually you more than anything, but both of you were suffering a lot of pain and discomfort when your powers appeared, it was a good thing to share your grievances with someone who understood you completely, and you were a great help to each other in being able to handle your new abilities, but you were sure that you could have good advantages of it.

▪︎ Clark was able to join to the football team after much insistence to your dad, and the whole team was so grateful to have such a fast and strong player as him, plus you enjoyed going to watch him play, maybe see some hot boys.

▪︎ You, on the other hand, used it to listen to the gossip of the whole town from miles away, and you found it so fun because who wouldn't if they had the chance?. You can clean quickly with your speed. Are you bored of your furniture being in the same place? You have super strength. did you lose something? That doesn't matter, you have x-ray vision.

"Clark, you should ask the neighbor's granddaughter out on a date, she likes your ugly haircut."

▪︎ Adolescence was probably the time when they annoyed each other the most, but also the stage when they became most inseparable. Because while the rest of their lives were constantly changing, they could always count on each other.

▪︎ Despite having such a happy life on the farm, that comes to an end. One day Clark decided that Smallville was too small for him, that he needed to find his purpose, and that Metropolis was the place where he could be a journalist and continue to grow.

▪︎ It was a difficult day for everyone. You didn't know a life without Clark beyond the loneliness of a few hours, but now he was going to a huge city far from home. Even if your parents had asked you to go with him, you couldn't imagine your life away from them either. All of this was too much for you.

▪︎ Even though Clark had told you he wanted to leave Smallville, you never thought it would happen so soon. Suddenly, the next room was empty, the breakfast table had one less plate, and the barn felt unnervingly quiet.

▪︎ For the first few weeks after he left, you kept going into his room out of habit. Sometimes you were looking for something to do there. Other times you'd just sit for a few minutes before leaving again. It was medieval torture; you missed your brother.

▪︎ Martha was the first to notice how much it was affecting you. Although you tried to act as usual, you were quieter than normal and spent less time bothering your parents; something was definitely going on in your head.

▪︎ Jonathan surprised you several times by looking towards the main road when you heard an engine approaching, as if a part of you expected to see Clark's old truck appear.

▪︎ Clark wasn't handling it as well as he'd hoped, either. After years of sharing practically every day of his life with you, the silence of his Metropolis apartment felt strange. For the first time in his life, he could enjoy all the privacy he wanted. But he quickly discovered he didn't like it as much as he'd imagined.

▪︎ Your parents couldn't tolerate their children spending even a minute longer in these situations, even though they thought all this change would be good for them, but they were clearly wrong, so they had to fix this.

▪︎ That's when Jonathan and Martha started talking seriously about it. Honestly, it didn't take them long to figure out the solution, and it didn't take them long to convince you either. Because, no matter how hard you tried to defend your position, everyone knew the truth: you missed Clark far more than you were willing to admit.

▪︎ You were worried about leaving the farm, worried about being away from your parents, worried about abandoning the only life you'd ever known. But you also knew that a part of you had been waiting to hear that proposal ever since the day Clark left.

▪︎ Martha was the one who finally gave you the last push you needed. After all, Metropolis wasn't on the other side of the world. The farm would still be there, they would still be there, and you could always come back and visit them.

▪︎ When you finally agreed, Jonathan and Martha seemed much more excited than they let on, not because they wanted you to leave, but because they knew exactly how happy it would make you and Clark.

▪︎ And that same day you appeared at the door of Clark's apartment.

▪︎ Clark knew nothing until you appeared at his Metropolis apartment door with several suitcases at your feet and a smile impossible to hide. At first, he stood completely still, staring at you as if trying to figure out if you were real. Then he looked at the suitcases, back at you, and finally understood what was happening. For months he had imagined what it would be like to have the only person who truly understood him close again, and here you were!

▪︎ Even though Clark spent years complaining about you when you lived on the farm, the truth was he didn't know how to live without your constant presence, and moving to the city had affected him just as much as it had you. You had arrived on Earth together, grown up together, and faced every change in your lives together. You were the only person who could fully understand who he was and where he came from.

▪︎ He had missed every part of you: how absentminded you were, seeing your smile every morning, when you scolded him for leaving his clothes lying around, your competitiveness, your company, your...

"Clark, why do you have a suit with your underwear on the outside?"

You’re not even sure how it started but by the time midnight rolls around, your apartment is packed to the brim with random people—an impromptu Halloween party that you had no hand in creating. Leon had a few buddies over for drinks and now a few hours later, you’re elbowing costumed people out of your way to get to the kitchen. You want to pull your hair out, disliking so many strangers in your personal space. 

And the fucking cherry on top, you think sourily, is some girl hanging all over Leon. She showed up with Chris, maybe Krauser, you can’t really remember, but she’s been all over your brother ever since she stepped through the door. She’s dressed like a slutty nurse cause she’s so original. You glare over at Chris and Krauser just for good measure, but neither of them notice you in favor of arguing with each other over…

You frown and see an empty beer bottle between them. Are they..?

You fight your way back through the crowd to get closer to them. 

“What? Scared you’ll like it, Redfield?”

“No,” you see Chris roll his eyes, “I just don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable.”

“If they agree to play then they know what they’re getting into,” the blonde grabs the bottle, “and if they don’t like it, they can fuck off.”

Krauser turns and you catch his smirk before he raises his voice to call out, “We’re playing spin the bottle!”

The girl next to Leon cheers and tugs him over to the two burly men on the sofa. A few more people join their group and you hang back, wanting to join but feeling disgust at kissing anyone not Leon (which would disgust everyone else). He glances around and finds you, hovering on the other side of the room. 

You narrow your eyes at him and he shrugs, tilting his head to the group with a look that says ‘what am I supposed to do?’.

The circle moves through people pretty quick, but when it gets to the girl making eyes at Leon, she spins the bottle with a weird little wobble that you’re 100% is on purpose to slowly rotate back to her and stop on Leon who’s seated to her left. 

“Seven minutes in heaven for the lucky couple!” Chris calls out with a wink to the two, confirming he must’ve brought the girl and is now number one on your shit list. 

The girl grabs Leon’s bicep and tugs him over to his closed bedroom door. He doesn’t even look back at you and your chest feels hollow. Tears sting your eyes, but you blink quickly to stop them from falling. You slip on your shoes and grab your keys, leaving the apartment. If he wants to make you feel stupid well he can just go fuck himself. 

You head outside, and find a nearby bench to wallow. The chilly October night seeps into your skin as you breathe in deep. You understand the position you’re both in, Leon can’t exactly come out and say he’s fucking his sister. Well, he could, but it wouldn’t end well for either of you. Sighing, you lean back and gaze unseeing at the light polluted sky. 

Tears slip from the corners of your eyes and drip down your temples into your hairline. You bring your legs up onto the bench and wrap your arms around your knees, burying your face against them so you can cry quietly. You know you have to go back, but it makes you sick to your stomach to go back and see either of them mussed from their make out. Or worse, they’re still locked up in his room. 

You press the heels of your palms against your eyes, wishing to scrub that thought from your brain. 

“You good?”

You jump, hands dropping from your face to look up at the person who spoke. Leon stands there, a frown pinching his brows together. 

“Have you been crying? Who the fuck made you cry?” He reaches forward to brush his hand across your cheek but you yank your head away. 

“How was your little make out?” You snipe back, rubbing the tears away with the sleeve of your jacket. 

“Ahh,” he sighs and sits down next to you, too close but not close enough. “Well, you’ll be happy to know, Chloe was extremely disappointed.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Chloe,” you say her name higher, laced with condescension. 

He bumps your shoulder, “I didn’t do anything with her. Said I had a girlfriend. She stormed out and found someone else.”

You squint at him, eyes roving over his face, “Hmm.”

“I tell you I didn’t cheat and all you do is make a noise? You’re such a bitch,” he scoffs, pinching your thigh. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss slapping his arm, “I don’t fucking hang all over some slag all night and then get offended when assumptions are made.”

“Fuck you for not trusting me,” he growls back, catching your hands before you can slap at him again, “think I want some fucking easy hole when I have your hot little cunt waiting and willing for me anytime I want? Use your fucking brain.”

You try to pull out from his grip but he tightens his hold on your wrists, pinching the skin, “Let go you asshole.”

“I don’t think I will,” he curls his lip, “seems you need a lesson in gratitude.”

“Gratitude?” You sputter out a laugh, “you’re so fucking full of yourself. God, you get on my nerves.”

“Feelings mutual, little sis,” he murmurs against your ear and the dough of your thighs press together. 

“Now, we’re going up to the apartment and kicking everyone out,” he makes eye contact with you, “and then I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk.”

Your clit throbs at the heated words. He grins and tugs you up off the bench, pulling you back inside and all the way back to the apartment. Dropping your wrists, he opens the door and pushes you inside. There’s still a handful of people milling around, drinking and talking over the music. 

Leon walks over to the stereo and shuts it off. He loudly claps his hands twice. 

“It’s been fun, but it’s over. Get your shit and get the fuck out,” he calls out to everyone. 

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but a smile still spreads across your face as everyone packs up and makes their way out. No one ever said Leon wasn’t blunt. As soon as the last person leaves, he walks through the apartment to double check. Once the coast is clear, he’s crowding your personal space. 

“Now, little sis, how should you show me how grateful you are,” he dips forward and kisses your neck. 

He grabs your arm and drags you to his room, leaving the door open now that the apartment’s empty. Shoving you down onto his bed, he wastes no time in yanking your clothes off until you’re completely naked. 

“You’re wet,” he laughs. “Fucking slut.”

“Shut up,” you shoot back, body hot as he smirks at you.  

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he runs his hands up your legs to your hips.  

“Let me lick that clit, baby sis,” he murmurs, dropping kisses across your thighs, “let me lick that swollen little bud til you're creaming my tongue.”

“Fuck,” you whine, high and throaty, “please, Leon, want your mouth on my pussy.”

He groans and sloppily kisses your slit, lips pulling away with a sheen of slick coating them like gloss. 

“So messy, baby,” he presses your thighs open wide, palms hot against your skin.

“Such a slippery,” he kisses your pussy lips, “fat,” another kiss, “slutty,” he gently nips your pudgy clit, “cunt.”

He slaps his palm down over your mound, making your hips jump, “And it’s all mine. Isn’t that right? This pussy is for big brother to use when he wants.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, thighs trembling under his hands. “S’all yours, I promise. Please, lick me, big brother. I need it.”

“Aw, you need it?” He mocks, blowing cool air across your soaked cunt. “My sis and her pretty pussy need me to lick her all up?”

Huffing in frustration, you dig your toes into his side, “Eat me out or fuck me, I’m not laying here all night being teased.”

He narrows his eyes, tossing his hair to move his fringe out of his line of vision, “Are you getting bratty with me?”

Matching his tone, you smile sweetly, “It’s not bratty when you’re being an asshole, big brother.”

He growls and yanks your hips down as he drops to his knees next to the mattress. 

“I’m gonna eat this bratty pussy until you’re screaming my name,” he slaps your mound and you whine. “Gonna stay here all night, tongue buried in your tight hole til you squirt all over me.”

“Fuck,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his sandy blonde hair, “please.”

“That what you need, sis? Need me to show her who’s in charge?”

“Yes, yes,” you arch your hips up, trying to entice him more, “wanna cum all over your face.” 

“God, gonna teach this bratty pussy a lesson,” he promises before burying his face in your cunt. 

You lose complete track of time as Leon makes you cum on his tongue over and over and over; pushing him away does nothing; whining about being sensitive gets you nowhere. You just lay there and take it as your brother licks your cunt until you’re gushing. 

“Thatta girl,” he coos mockingly, face soaked in your slick and cum. “Knew I could get you to do it.”

“Fuck off,” your voice cracks, tear tracks decorating your cheeks. “I-I can’t keep going.”

“Yes you can,” he finally pulls away from your swollen and sensitive cunt. He sheds the rest of his clothes until he’s fully nude. 

Climbing over your body, he drags his cock across your pussy lips making your hips jolt at the too much sensation. 

“Leon,” you whimper. “Please.”

“Nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue. “This bratty pussy needs to learn her place, little sis.”

Shivering, you don’t stop him as Leon lines up and presses his leaking cock into your sensitive hole. Both of you moan as he bottoms out, pelvis pressing down on your pudgy clit. 

“Best fucking pussy,” he groans, pulling out to slam back in, dick bullying into your swollen fluttering walls. “Goddamn, so fucking tight. My little sister’s hole just loves big brother’s dick so much.”

You choke out a whine, nails scoring a hot trail down his back. Leon retaliates by sinking his teeth into your neck, too high to hide with anything except a turtleneck. 

“Your g’nna leave a mark,” you slur out, fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

“Oh, too bad,” he simpers. “Maybe you’ll think twice about being a fucking baby.”

He bites and sucks a collar around your neck, worrying the skin until it stings. In a couple of spots, he bites too hard and blood drips down your throat. Groaning, he laps it up, hips rabbiting against yours as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. With every thrust, he grinds against your fat slippery clit until he’s pulling another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“Fuck, that’s—god, you’re gonna make me bust a nut, too fucking tight,” he growls, raising up to piston his cock in and out of your throbbing pussy. “Take it, take it, take it, slutty fucking—“

His mutterings cut off as he groans, hips pumping his cock into your drooling cunt as he cums, walls milking him to shoot hot rope after rope of cum until it drips from your stuffed hole. 

After a minute or two, he finally pulls out with a sigh, flopping down onto the bed next to you. Too tired to move, you raise your hand up to touch his shoulder. 

“We’re a mess,” you hum. 

“I’ll clean us up once I can feel my legs,” comes his muffled voice near your head.

You laugh before cringing, feeling his cum leak from your pussy. 

“Yuck, sooner the better, please.”

He shifts and raises up over you, blue eyes searching your face, “We good?”