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It was like torture.
Ashley knew it would hurt, she knew that she didn’t want to see it, yet she subjected herself to it anyway. The youngest Graves sibling knew it was going to be a knife in her heart and a rake down her back; she already knew what she was going to see, and she knew she was going to hate it. But the voices demanded it. They fueled her anxiety and self-hatred to an overwhelming degree that it felt like she had no other choice but to listen. Whether Ashley listened to them or not, she would still suffer in silence, so what did it even matter? What’s a little bit more pain to an already miserable existence? At least if she listened, she would know the truth.
Though a part of her still wishes she didn’t listen.
Illuminated on Ashley’s phone screen in her dark bedroom were the pictures of the one and only thing that brought her happiness, love, and joy into her life; along with the brother-stealing girlfriend that Andrew insisted on bringing with him everywhere he went. She remembers the most recent argument she had with him well, since it was only a few hours ago.
“Ashley, you can’t come with me!” Her older brother had shouted, shoving the smaller woman off of him.
“Why not!? It’s not like anyone there is going to care that I can’t legally drink!” She shouted back, catching herself before she fell.
“This isn’t even about that!” Andrew was halfway out the front door, leaving the door wide open for anyone and everyone to hear their argument, but he was too frustrated to care.
Ashley was too anxious to care. She needed to keep him here, with her. Because if she failed, he’d go running back to that selfish hussy that hoarded him like the precious treasure that he is. But she tries not to let that be known, even though they’re both acutely aware that’s exactly why Ashley doesn’t want him to leave.
“Then it’s fine! Quit being a bitch about it, Andrew! Just let me come with you!” She tried to join his side again, to be right where she belongs. To claim the spot the was rightfully hers, not that hussy’s! But Andrew wasn’t having it, not tonight.
Andrew roughly grabbed her shoulders, staring down into her pink eyes, and through the tar of her putrid soul. “Ashley, there are several reasons why you can’t come with me! It’s a college party, do you know how many guys will try to spike your drink!?”
Ashley just saw that as an opportunity for her strong older brother to protect her from such men that wished to have her for their own selfish desires, but she already knew that wasn’t how Andrew saw it. “You’re just making that up! You just want to get away from me so you can fuck that stupid whore you bother to call a girlfriend!”
“And so what if I do!?”
His answer catches her off guard; she wasn’t exactly expecting him to be so direct. She was expecting for him to dance around the subject until he grew weary and reluctantly brought her along. But Ashley refuses to let him leave on this note.
“So that is what this is really about! You just want to get your dick wet! You’re going to leave your baby sister behind just like everyone else, just so you can go fuck some hole!” Her voice starts to shriek as she raises her voice in both pitch and volume. Tears start to well in the corner of her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall.
“Ashley, this isn’t—”
“Yes it is! You chose me, Andrew! But the minute some new floozy walks into your life, it’s to hell with me! I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you for weeks because it’s always I can’t, I’m with Julia! Or I already have plans with Julia! It’s always about Julia with you! Well, what about me, Andy!? What about me!?”
Andrew knew his sister’s guilt tripping tactics well, and though everything she was saying was true, he wasn’t going to let her win; not this time. His eyes grew cold and he hardened his heart. He’s already turned down Julia multiple times in the past for Ashley. And while it is true that he’s been spending a lot of time with her a lot this past month, he’s already committed to going to the party with her, even if it upsets Ashley.
“I am not having this conversation with you right now.” Andrew snarls, his voice coming off as cold and heartless. “I’m leaving, and that’s final. Maybe if you weren’t such a bratty bitch all the time, you’d actually have some friends to keep you company.”
Andrew walks out the door and slams it in his wake before Ashley can get her rebuttal in. He swiftly locks the door with his keys before storming down the hallway, leaving Ashley completely alone in their apartment, as their parents were also out on some kind of date for the evening.
Andrew was right about her, about her being so mean and ruthless that she couldn’t keep any personal connections that weren’t him. But she wasn’t going to admit that to anyone; not to her parents, not to Andrew, not even to herself. Her rage boiled and bubbled under her skin, like a fire that was threatening to get out of control.
She could run out into the hallway to catch up with her brother, to yell at him and hurt him, to show him just a fraction of her current pain. But that would only make things worse; then he’d really be upset with her. So instead of letting her frustration out on Andrew, she lets it out on his belongings.
Her footsteps were eerily quiet in the dead apartment as she approached their shared bedroom. She opened the door and glowered into the space that witnessed so many good and bad memories. She almost looked like some kind of monster in the doorway, with her furious aura and the light of the kitchen against her back, making her face look like it was shrouded with shadows. Ashley didn’t bother to turn on the light as she approached her brother’s bed – she had no need for it.
With an enraged scream, Ashley let her frustration manifest itself as destructive chaos. Tidy and neat bed sheets were wrinkled and ripped off of Andrew’s mattress to be thrown and matted onto the floor. Books that were neatly stacked and organized on his desk were thrown across the room without a care. Clothes from his side of the shared dresser and closet were forcefully pulled off of their hangers or ripped out of their respective drawers to join in the ever-growing pile on the floor. A few garments were unfortunate enough to be on the bad end of Ashley’s wrath as she ripped up a few of his shirts at the seams. She leapt onto his bed, attempting to scratch up his bottom sheet with her nails and punch his pillow until it was completely flat. Everything smelled like him, and that just pissed her off even more.
Ashley rampaged until she had no more energy to spend. By the time exhaustion had dawned on her, it looked like a tornado had gone through Andrew’s side of the room. Ashley felt relieved; let this be a lesson to her dear older brother. But a part of her also felt guilty for disorganizing and ruining the small corner of the world that her brother could call his own, but then she reminded herself that this was all his fault. If he had just abided by her wishes, none of this would have happened in the first place.
Ashley was about to drag herself off of her brother’s bed and trudge over to the bathroom for a shower – her temper tantrum had made her work up a bit of a sweat – but the notification sound from her phone that sat charging on her desk captured her attention instead. Her lock screen flashed to life, briefly illuminating the dark room as the little notification popped up. Ashley walked over to her phone and unlocked it. The notification was from the only social media app she uses; apparently Andrew had just publicly shared a post.
A chill shot down her spine as anxiety pooled in her stomach like a thick poison. The photos he posted would only bring her more agony, she knew that. She didn’t want to see them, but the voices in her head did. They demanded that she amuse them with more of her pain by using her own internal voice against her in an attempt to persuade her onto their side. The voices were loud and merciless. They wouldn’t be silenced until they got what they wanted.
So Ashley obliged, and regretted it almost immediately.
It was several photos of him and his hussy at the party. The first one showed the two of them standing side by side, with one of his arms wrapped around her waist. There was a quiet and reserved smile on Andrew’s face that should have been reserved for just Ashley, but it wasn’t. He was smiling because he was with someone that wasn’t her, and the realization made her want to hide away somewhere and rot.
She swiped onto the next photo without even realizing it until she took in the details. Andrew and the floozy were sitting close to each other, side by side. Andrew had her pulled close to his chest, with one hand resting on her hip as his other held a drink. His smile was a lot more animated in this photo as he was laughing, likely drunk. Andrew almost never smiled that wide for anyone or anything. It should have been Ashley that was making him smile and laugh. All of his happiness should be coming from her. It should be her by his side in the photos, it should be her who he shows off to everyone, and it should be her who he holds so close.
Next photo: she’s sitting in his lap now; their current position is obviously promiscuous. She’s leaning forward into him, planting a soft kiss atop his forehead. Andrew’s expression is neutral as he gazes up at her, but Ashley knows that look in his eyes well – he’s thinking. A part of her wants to know what he’s thinking about, but the other part doesn’t. She has to ignore the desire to know, because there’s no way for her to find out what those mystifying green eyes could be imagining.
Last photo: one of his hands is wrapped around the small of the floozy’s back, while the other finds itself in her hair, yanking her head up as he pulls downwards. His face is buried in her neck, preventing Ashley from seeing his expression. Meanwhile, the hussy curls her hands onto his shoulders as her lips are parted into what Ashley can only assume to be a moan. It should be her.
Ashley screams as she throws her phone across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thud before it lands atop the shambles of Andrew’s bed. To hell with him! To hell with her unloyal, unfaithful, and useless fuck of an older brother! She doesn’t need him, she doesn’t! He should need her!
Ashley lets herself fly off the handle again; it’s the only thing preventing her from throwing herself over the edge of the balcony. Her side of the room is the next unfortunate victim to face her wrath. The contents of her desk are roughly pushed onto the ground with a yell. Her bed sheets and pillows get the exact same treatment as Andrew’s had. Instead of attacking the clothes that lie in wait in her portion of the dresser and closet, she rips off the ones that stick to her skin. They’re too hot and constricting, she needs to be free. She needs to be free from this fleshy prison that her tar soul is forced to reside in. She needs to be free from a world where no one can steal his gaze.
Her hands come up and roughly grab her choker, the only article of clothing that remains on her pale skin. But she doesn’t rip it off like all of her other clothes. She wants to, so badly does she want to. But she can’t; the one preserved spot in her heart won’t let her. It’s too important, it holds too much sentimental value to be destroyed.
The choker was a birthday gift from Andrew that he gifted to her years ago. Ashley never took it off since he gave it to her. It was physical proof of his love and care for her, and it was her most valuable possession that wasn’t her brother.
The thoughts and memories of when Andrew was sweet and gentle with her, when he would actually spend time with her, flash before her eyes like a movie. Ashley shrinks into herself, the fight slowly leaving her as she deflates. A sob chokes her as mascara-stained tears roll down her cheeks and onto her bed. She misses Andrew, she misses him so much. She just wants him to hold her and comfort her; to tell her that everything is okay, and that he’ll only ever have eyes for her.
But he doesn’t. The photos he posted have made it so fucking obvious that he will never love her the way she wants him to, the way she needs him to.
Ashley sulks back over to his bed, lying down on the scratched-up sheets as she holds his beaten pillow close to her chest. She can at least imagine that he’s holding her until he comes home and yells at her for destroying their room.
His pillow and his bed smell just like him, and this time around, it helps soothe her a little, but it doesn’t stop her tears from staining her cheeks. She picks up her phone, which now has a nasty crack in the screen from being thrown against the wall. Her lock screen flashes awake to greet her and make her eyes sting at the sudden brightness. Her lock screen is a picture she had taken of her and Andrew on one of the nights when his nightmares were too unbearable. She had waited a long time to make sure he was asleep before snapping the picture. In the photo, Andrew is holding her close to him by her waist possessively with his head resting on her chest, while Ashley is there holding his head close with her available arm. How she wishes she could relive this moment right now, rather than continue to live out her current night.
She unlocks her screen and resumes torturing herself by looking at the photos Andrew had posted. The hussy had long black hair like Ashley does, only she lets it flow down to her shoulders naturally. Maybe if Ashley had kept her hair down more often, Andrew would have stayed. All the likes and comments from his numerous friends seem to agree with her thought process. Too many of the comments say “relationship goals” or “aren’t they so cute together?”
Ashley sets her phone off to the side, leaving the screen on so it can illuminate the dark and dull room. She listens to the little notification sounds that let her know new comments have appeared on the post, but she can’t bring herself to look at it anymore. She’s completely exhausted, spent, devastated, and heartbroken. Her Andy has been stolen away from her, and right now, there was nothing Ashley could do about it. So, she just held his pillow closer to herself and cried.
She lied there for an unknown amount of time, burying her face into her brother’s pillow. Her tainted tears might stain the pillow case, but she didn’t care; it helped muffle her cries while also providing comfort by smelling just like Andrew. The only sounds that could be heard were Ashley’s soft and muffled cries, the ticking of the clock that now lies on the floor, and Ashley’s phone going off occasionally due to receiving some new notifications. But Ashley doesn’t have the energy or care to uncurl herself and check her phone.
Ashley tries to sleep, to try and pass out and put this awful night behind her, but sleep eludes her so easily. Is this what Andrew has to go through on a nightly basis? It’s awful and annoying.
She stays like that for as long as fate will let her. Even when she hears someone try to unlock their front door, she doesn’t move. It’s not really a big deal if it’s someone like a robber, it’s not like the Graves family really has anything of value to steal. The person trying to get inside finally remembers how to work a key and get themselves in through the front door before closing it shut behind them. Ashley thinks it’s her parents at first, but when she only hears one pair of footsteps, she knows its Andrew. Normally, she’d be exultant to welcome him home, scold him for leaving her alone for so long, and interrogate him to figure out about his whereabouts and activities. But Ashley didn’t have the energy to give her brother her usual greeting. She waited in his bed, waiting for him to come in and be upset with her for yet another stupid thing she has done.
She heard him stumble around in the kitchen, all of his footfalls were uneven and lopsided. She had left the lights on in the kitchen, could he not see or something? She heard the sink turn on as he made himself a cup of water. A few more seconds of silence passed before she heard him smack the cup down onto the counter.
“Ashley?” She could hear him calling for her from here. He slurred her name; the poor fool must have been drunk off of his ass.
Come, let him find her. Let it be a test to see if he still cares about her after all the pain he’s brought her tonight.
She could hear him stumble and nearly fall as he slowly makes his way through the apartment. She hopes he really is looking for her out of concern. Or maybe he’s just so drunk that he doesn’t remember where the bathroom is; it’s difficult to tell.
“Leyley?” She saw his mop of messy black hair enter the room before he suddenly flicked their bedroom light on, illuminating the small space, and making Ashley’s mess and shame be known to the outside world.
She was expecting him to yell at her. To be upset and angry. To scold and be frustrated with her for ruining and destroying his things, and making herself comfortable on his side of the room. To be disappointed in her for claiming his bed as her own with next to nothing covering her body. But he didn’t. In fact, his eyes never left her. It’s like he didn’t even care that half of his belongings were sprawled out on the floor and damaged.
“Leyley?” He calls out again, much softer this time, as his green eyes trail up her body to settle onto her pink ones.
He walks over to her, almost tripping and falling from his sheets being on the ground, but he catches himself by reaching out and grabbing the side of his mattress. He pulls himself up and sits up next to his little sister, who has yet to sit up and release his pillow from her grasp.
“Leyley, what’s wrong?” He asks softly. Even while lying down, Ashley can faintly smell the alcohol on his breath.
His hands intertwine themselves in her hair. One gently massages the back of her scalp while the other reaches under to support her head and try to encourage her to sit up. She obliges, releasing his pillow and sitting up properly. Her chest is now completely exposed, but neither of them seem to care at the moment. Ashley can’t even look him in the eyes, while Andrew refuses to look away from hers.
“Ashley, talk to me, please.” His voice was so soft and sincere, it was so close to everything Ashley could have ever wanted from him. But he was drunk, he’d forget all of this by morning and still return to that hussy, abandoning her once again.
“I don’t want to.” She smacks his hands off of her head. She already misses the warmth they brought, but Andrew needs to know she’s upset with him.
He stares at her for a moment, thinking – or at least as much thinking as his intoxicated brain can manage. “Is this all because I didn’t bring you with me?” His words are slurred so bad. He’s speaking slower than normal so his slurred speech is easier to understand, and so he doesn’t stumble and stutter over his words.
Should she yell at him? Back hand him for such ignorance? There were several reasons why she was upset with him, but he wouldn’t understand why a single one of those reasons had hurt her so badly.
“You wouldn’t get it. You never do.” Ashley tries to get up and leave. A shower would give her a quiet place to cry out the rest of her sorrows and get the ruined make-up off of her face, but Andrew doesn’t let her. He quickly stands up onto unsteady legs and grabs her by her wrist, preventing her from getting too far from him. His grip is unnecessarily tight, proving that he doesn’t have full cognitive functioning at the moment. Ashley could try and rip her hand away from him if she really wanted to, but she wants him to pull her close and tell her the whole night has been a lie so much more.
“Then tell me, Leyley.” He tugs her closer by her wrist so she’s standing in front of him now. “Talk to me, please.”
Where does she even start? That she’s been wanting him – and only him – for her whole entire life, and he doesn’t care? That he found someone else instead of being hers. Or maybe that it doesn’t matter, because whatever she says or does tonight, Andrew likely won’t even remember anything in the morning.
Fresh tears of frustration start to pour down Ashley’s cheeks, further staining and smearing her mascara ruined face. Andrew still doesn’t quite understand what has his little sister so upset, but even with all of the alcohol in his system, it can’t suppress his older brother instincts. Using the grip Andrew still has on her, he pulls the crying Leyley into his chest.
Ashley appreciates the comfort, leaning in and submitting under his touch. It’s almost everything that she’s ever wanted from her older brother, but she already knows that with time, his affection will be taken away forever. Andrew will push her away and give his affection to the floozy, just like he always has. But at least for now, she can enjoy his embrace.
“I love you.” It slips past her lips before she can stop it.
Ashley coils into herself, her muscles tightening. How could she be so stupid and let that slip?! Now he’s really doing to push her away. He’s going to hate her and think she’s disgusting. He’ll throw her to the wayside just like everyone else has.
“I love you too, Leyley.” He says it so nonchalantly, as if Ashley doesn’t’ fight for his affection and attention every single day.
“No, you don’t.” Her voice is cold and her eyes go dark as she glares down at the floor. Andrew pulls back slightly so he can see her face better.
“What do you mean?”
Something inside of her tar soul snaps, unleashing the gates that Ashley has been trying to keep shut all night. “You don’t love me like I love you! You love that stupid fucking bitch! If you got your way, then you’d have nothing to do with me!” She yells, glaring up at him as fresh tears start to streak down her face. “So don’t say that you love me, because I already know that you don’t! I know you hate me, so don’t play with my heart like this.”
He stares down at her. She hates but also loves how his bleary eyes seem so attentive to her – and solely her – at this moment in time. “But I do love you.” He slurs quietly.
“Andrew, stop it!” She raises her hand to strike him.
His hands are a lot slower and less coordinated than Ashley’s, are but Andrew manages to grab her wrist before she can hit him, only due to her giving him a window of opportunity to do so; to prove himself to her. His other hand snakes around her waist, securing her against him.
“I do love you Ashley, I’m being honest with you.”
If she could grab her phone from this position and show him the pictures he posted only hours ago, she would. But her phone is too far for her to reach it, and she is not stupid enough to leave his embrace to grab it. She’ll just have to attack him with words, like usual.
“What about those pictures, huh? I don’t see you fawning over me like you do with that fucking floozy.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” He leans more into her, their lips only mere inches apart, and the smell of alcohol becoming much more potent.
“You’re only doing this because you’re drunk.”
“Maybe I just needed some courage to do this.”
“Do what?”
The arm around her waist moves up to wrap around the middle of her back. His other hand doesn’t release her wrist as he closes the space between them to kiss her. Ashley’s eyes go wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief. The kiss itself is sudden and almost a little forced, but Andrew is gentle and caring as he kisses her.
He pulls away only a few seconds later. His face has nothing but care and concern for Ashley written all over it.
“Do you believe me now?” He asks quietly.
Not quite, but it is a nice start. “What about your girlfriend?”
“What about her?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing this with her instead? What would she think if she saw you fondling your little sister like this?”
“I don’t care.”
He says it too easily, like he doesn’t push Ashley away every time he goes out to visit his hussy. Like he didn’t post pictures of the two of them getting way too close to each other.
“Prove it, liar.”
Andrew lets his muscles relax, allowing him to effortlessly fall onto his mattress, taking his sister down with him. He throws her down so that she’s under him while he crawls on top. His body is slow and heavy, but he manages to make it happen.
“Gladly.” He mutters into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, as if he had truly missed her for the few hours the siblings were apart.
A storm brews inside of Ashley; here’s everything she’s ever wanted, spread out for her all nice and neat on a silver platter. Andrew is not only being affectionate with her, but he’s willingly giving it to her. But it’s only because he’s drunk, right? Andrew would have never done this if he were sober – he’d do this with his hussy instead. This isn’t real. But… if Ashley just gave in and let herself have this moment, would it still be real to her, even if the moment only lasted for a few hours at most?
Ashley doesn’t know what to do with either the situation or her brother, so she does the one thing she knows best – push away.
“Andy, this isn’t funny! Get off of me!” She places one hand on his head and the other on his shoulder to push him away, but he’s stronger, bigger, and heavier; an unmovable force.
Andrew sits up just enough so that he can look down at Ashley, but with his hips pressed against her own, he’s able to keep her pinned beneath him. His eyes are unfocused, but Ashley sees that little glimmer she always wants to see from him – Andrew’s affection for her. It’s there, just pass all the dizzying fog brought on by the alcohol. There’s something else in his eyes too, something she’s only seen in glimpses before Andrew turns his back to her and hides away.
Ashley doesn’t get the chance to figure out what his new glimmer is before Andrew’s movements snap her back to reality. His hand has come up and grabbed onto the wrist that’s currently holding onto his shoulder. Ashley thinks he’s going to move her hand away from him, but is completely caught off guard when he tightens his grip on her and bites her forearm – hard. Hard enough to leave a visible bite mark when he pulls away. But like the caring and attentive older brother that he is, Andrew gently licks the spot he had bitten, trying to soothe the skin.
Ashley was almost too stunned to speak. “What are you doing?” Her voice comes out softer than she had meant it to, and she wants to smack herself for it. He was not supposed to know that she was actually wanting and craving this.
“Proving my love for you. Isn’t that what you told me to do?” His eyes never waiver away from her own. The green in his irises is so vibrant and intense. And his voice – even when slurred, his words sound so certain and confident. Almost… almost as if this is something he’s been purposefully holding himself back from, but is now embracing it.
But it’s not good enough, she still can’t believe him. Ashley doesn’t deserve good things; she breaks them in an attempt to keep them forever. He’ll turn his back to her and leave her once he gets what he wants. “You’re only doing this because you’re drunk.”
“Is that honestly what you think?” It isn’t fair how calming and soothing his voice is. How it’s like falling into the most luxurious velvet to ever be made. His voice and volume is low, as if speaking too loudly will shatter the moment. There’s a slight roughness at the end of his words that is hardly noticeable, but Ashley picks it up almost immediately. He’s never used this tone of voice when talking with her before.
Andrew pulls her arm towards him past his head, allowing his lips to graze against her soft skin. His teeth land on Ashley’s upper arm. He bites down hard enough to leave another mark, but is not as vicious this time around. And just like with his previous mark, he licks over the fresh indenture.
“What are you even doing?” Ashley whispers, not trusting her voice to ask her question.
“Marking you as mine.” He says it so casually, like it’s easy for him. Yet all he’s ever done is push her away whenever she tried to get affectionate with him. But he continues to pull her closer, leaving bite marks and hickies all across her chest and shoulders.
Andrew perfectly balances being dominant but also caring, as he leaves his little marks across his little sister’s body. He peppers her skin with butterfly kisses that sometimes lead to him latching his lips onto her pale skin to paint her with a fresh hicky, other times he gives in to temptation and bites into her soft flesh. Ashley squirms under him, with quiet whimpers and moans. A part of her is terrified – that this is all a dream she’ll eventually have to wake up from. Even though she doesn’t dream, it would be her luck to have something so good slip through her fingers like sand. But the other part is elated that out of everyone on this planet, it’s her charming older brother that has chosen to pamper her so well.
Andrew grips Ashley with one hand on her shoulder to keep her pinned down, while the other lovingly strokes her hip. Her hips keep twitching and jerking under his ministrations, causing them to grind sweetly against his growing erection. But Andrew is forcing himself to hold out on his own pleasure; this moment is all about Ashley. Even when in a drunken state, he knew it was him that brought her to tears. The evidence was still stained upon her cheeks. He had to make it up to her, to finally show her just how much he truly did love and care for her. It was the moment where he would finally stop holding back – stop pushing back the incestuous thoughts and stop trying to drown out the emotions and feelings he should be ashamed about.
The older Graves sibling takes a moment to lean back and admire his handiwork. His little sister’s upper body is covered in bite marks, accompanied by dark purple and red hickies. Her cheeks are flush when his eyes move up to her face. Ashley tries to scowl at him but then attempts to brush it off by demeaning him.
“What is your little whore going to think once she sees what you’ve done to your own sister?” Ashley purrs with a malicious grin, attempting to get under his skin.
“I already told you that I don’t care.” Andrew growls back, the roughness and gravel in his voice becoming more apparent.
Andrew continues to be slow and gentle with her, at least for now. He kisses past her chest and down her naval. His breath ghosts against the inside of her thighs, and the warmth has its own thrilling and intoxicating feel to it. But still, Ashley refuses to relinquish control to him so easily.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Ashley trails a finger down from her brother’s forehead, down his nose, and past his lips, attracting his bleary green eyes onto her alert pink ones. “You’re a dirty sister fucker, Andy. I bet you’ve been wanting this since we were teenagers.”
“So, what if I have?” He deflects all of her quips so easily. Did the alcohol somehow make him dense, or was a part of him always this relaxed about being intimate with her? “Are you going to keep trying to patronize me, or can I eat you out already?”
His bluntness catches her off guard, but she’s quick to recover from it. “You don’t have the balls to do it, Aaaannndyyyyyy.”
Andrew chooses not to have this war of words with her. Instead, he lets his actions speak for him. His tongue pokes past his lips, giving a long and languid lick onto her hooded clit, trying to get the little bundle of nerves to reveal itself. Ashley, being completely inexperienced in every sense of the word, was not expecting the sensation to be so intense and warm. She throws her head back in a strangled moan as her hands immediately shoot into her older brother’s hair, desperate for something to hold onto.
Andrew’s movements are slow and sloppy, but Ashley could honestly care less since it’s him that’s doing this to her. Andrew’s brain is full of a thick and dizzying fog, brought on by both the alcohol and the taste of his little sister. Luckily, from past experiences, he has muscle memory to help guide him along.
His tongue prods at her entrance before licking up the entirety of her slit to latch onto her clit. He’s slow and careful as he finally gets the hood of her clit to draw back. He latches his lips on the newly exposed nub, sucking gently to apply pressure as his tongue lazily pampers it with attention. Ashley pushes his head down further with her hands while her hips buck up to chase the sweet friction of his lips and tongue. If Andrew had the mental capacity right now, he’d be grinning at how easy it is to bring her pleasure. At least one thing about his sister is easy to handle.
Andrew flourishes off of all the little whimpers and moans that Ashley fails to suppress. His chest swells with pride as he decides right then and there that no other man but himself will be good enough for his precious little sister. He’ll keep her for himself for the remainder of their days. He’ll make sure no other man touches or even dares to look upon her as if she were available. He is hers, and she is his. He’ll be the one to support her when her insecurities become too much, and he’ll be the one to bless her with earth-shattering pleasure. If she were to meet an untimely demise, then he will follow after her in death by his own hand.
On Ashley’s end, she can feel the walls around her frozen heart start to crack and crumble. After so many years of neglect and being disdained by other people, even her own parents, the younger Graves sibling had to make a mental fortitude just to survive and get out of bed every morning. She had always left a little room for Andrew, of course, but his moments of vulnerability with her were so few and far in between that they might as well have been enigmas. So, for Andrew to suddenly shower and smother her in everything she’s ever wanted is forcing all of her defensive mechanisms to come crashing down on her.
Ashley is only being held together by a few remaining strings that Andrew is trying to snap; eager to see his little sister unravel and lie herself bare for him, even if he’s a little too drunk to know that’s what he’s really doing. Ashley is stuck between pushing him away and pulling him closer. She wants this, she wants him, but she doesn’t deserve either. His soft and warm tongue on her dripping snatch is a blessing she was gifted without doing anything to earn it.
With shaky and weak hands, Ashley forces her fingers to uncurl from her brother’s soft hair. She places her hands flat on his head and tries to push him away from her with meager strength. Andrew knows what she’s trying to do, and he won’t allow it – he won’t let her ruin this one good thing that she’s allowed to have.
In defiance to her action, Andrew grabs her roughly by her hips with one hand and pulls her closer against his lips, effectively smothering himself in between her thighs. The shrill cry of pleasure that escapes past Ashley’s lips before she can stop it – and her fingers re-curling themselves in his hair – is his reward and encouragement to continue forward.
With his still available hand, Andrew gently rubs his index finger in between his sister’s wet folds to properly lubricate it and tease her of what’s to come. Though Ashley prefers to focus on the sweet sensation of her brother pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit. Andrew positions his finger right at her entrance, gently prodding open her hole to take him. His hazy eyes move up to meet hers to make sure she’s okay with this, but her eyes are squeezed shut with her bottom lip in between her teeth.
Andrew removes his mouth from his little sister’s clit, and that gets him a displeased whine. With a hint of a grin, Andrew sinks his teeth into the supple, pale flesh of Ashley’s thigh. She jerks and yelps under his assault. She looks down at him with bleary eyes to see him licking the teeth marks he had indented into her thigh.
“Leyley…” He purrs with a drunken chuckle. “Are you okay with this?” He asks, his tone softening once again as he continues to prod at her entrance, making it the center of her attention.
A pang of guilt struck Andrew in the chest; a reminder of one of the many reasons why he’s doing this. Maybe if he wasn’t drunk he would have told her off or force her to take him without the mercy of being stretched first. But his mind was too clouded to think of such possibilities. Plus, this was her first time, and he needed to make it up to her for how he treated her earlier.
So, Andrew ignores her bratty tendencies and resumes to giving Ashley his long-delayed love. He returns his lips onto her clit, circling the sensitive bud of nerves with his tongue in the way that makes her back arch and her words melt into pleased moans. He lets his finger stroke up and down in between her folds a few more times to make sure it’s properly lubricated before carefully inserting it.
Ashley whimpers slightly under the sensation and growing pressure; his finger is bigger than hers, so it stretches her more. Andrew slowly moves his other hand to rest on her lower back to help support her. He slows his movements with his tongue so he can focus on stretching her open without hurting her as much as possible.
She takes his first knuckle well, so he continues to push until he’s up to his second knuckle, then finally his third. She takes him better than he expected, even though it’s just one finger at the moment. Andrew’s movements are slow and purposeful as he slowly drags his finger out before pushing it back in, letting her get used to the sensation before doing anything else. The fingers in his hair start to relax as her inner muscles start to unclench and slacken around his finger.
“Good girl.” Andrew rewards her with a compliment and curling his finger upwards to rub against her g-spot.
Ashley whimpers under all of the attention as another string holding her together snaps. She tries to only focus on her brother’s praise and approval, but she can’t ignore that even when he’s drunk, Andrew knows how to please her. He’s experienced, and she isn’t. The thought feeds her insecurities, but she tries not to let them win. She wants to enjoy this moment and enjoy Andrew. She doesn’t want to think about how many other women he’s done this to. She only wants to focus on how he stretches her so much better than her own fingers ever could.
Andrew stretches his patience as he lets her enjoy the pleasure that just one of his fingers can provide, but he’s becoming increasingly more aware of the strain in his pants. He’s more than eager to sink himself into his sister and take her virginity, to be her first and only. He’s imagined how she’d feel around him countless times while rubbing one out. Even when being intimate with Julia, it was always Ashley he imagined, whether he purposefully wanted to or not. He's already waited so long for this, and now that he’s thrown his self-restrictions into the ditch, it’s all he can think about. But he makes himself wait for now, for her sake.
The older Graves sibling slips his middle finger in between her folds, trying his best to lubricate it with her slick. Once he deems his finger wet enough for use, he slides his first finger out to reposition his two fingers against her hole, before Ashley can complain about the sudden absence. Andrew takes the languid process of being slow and gentle so he doesn’t hurt her as he pushes his fingers into her. She tightens around his fingers before he can even get to his second knuckle. He can hear her whimper occasionally as he slowly stretches her.
To help ease the pain and discomfort, Andrew places soft kisses on her mons pubis and long licks onto her clit. Mixing the pain with pleasure seems to help her relax as some of the tightness gives way around his fingers. She’s able to take him all the way to his third knuckle, and Andrew rewards her with more licks and kisses as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out.
Against his own desires and wishes, Andrew is slow with fingering and stretching his little sister. Her slick starts to drip down into his hand as her hips jerk whenever he grazes across her g-spot. She tightens and curls her fingers in his hair as quiet whimpers slip past her lips. The older Graves sibling tests the waters by lightly speeding up the pumping of his fingers. When Ashley tries to pull his head closer to her cunt and her back arches, he deems she can take more, so he further speeds up the pumping of his fingers into her.
Even if he somehow couldn’t feel it, Andrew can hear just how wet his little sister is for him with every thrust of his fingers. But he’s quickly losing his patience, as he also needs some attending to. He grinds his hips into his mattress, trying to alleviate the aching as much as he can, but all it does is make him want more.
When Ashley tries to close her shuddering thighs around his head and hand, he knows that she’s close to orgasm. But if he has to wait, then so does she.
Andrew suddenly pulls out his fingers with an audible squelch. Ashley’s hips buck wildly to find some friction. The sight is highly amusing for her older brother, even though she’s glaring down at him with angry yet unfocused pink eyes.
“Andyyyy!” She moans in a displeased cry. “W-What the fuck was that for!?” She sits up on shaky elbows to glower down at him.
Andrew pops his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean and savor the last of her taste on his tongue, before lunging forward and pinning her back down onto the bed. The sudden and swift movement makes him dizzy to the point where he has to rest his head against Ashley’s. He can feel the world spinning around him wildly and he thinks he’s about to lose everything he’s had to drink tonight, but the feeling of Ashley’s nails raking down his clothed back help bring him back into the moment. Apparently, the sudden shifting of his body weight has caused his bulge to land right atop of her clit, providing her some of the friction and pleasure that his little sister is so very dire for. He can hear her quiet mutters and pleas under him as she desperately grasps at his sweater.
The older Graves sibling slowly moves his head right above Ashley’s, being careful to avoid another wave of dizziness and nausea. She looks so beautiful below him like this. Her flushed skin, the sweat starting to form above her brow, and how the blush on her cheeks compliments her pretty pink eyes. She’s so fucking perfect.
Andrew gives her a quick yet gentle kiss. “Can you ask nicely?” He asks her, as he raises himself just enough to take his sweater off.
Though having seen Andrew shirtless several times throughout the years, it will always be one of Ashley’s favorite sights. “Ask for what?” She asks softly, the final string holding her together threatening to snap at a moment’s notice.
Andrew leans back down, gently curling his fingers into her own hair as he removes her hair tie with slow fingers. “Nicely ask your big brother to fuck you.”
The final string snaps, and all of the mental and emotional fortitude that Ashley has built up all of her life comes crashing down atop of her in a glorious collapse. “Please, Andrew.” She whines pathetically, hooking her arms around his neck. “Please fuck me. Please show me how much you love me; how much you need me!”
“Good girl.” Andrew leans forward to reward her with a kiss on the forehead. He lifts his hips and retracts his hands from Ashley’s hair to unbuckle his belt and shuffle his pants and boxers down to his ankles, then kicks them to the floor.
With his aching and hard cock now free, Andrew can finally claim what has rightfully been his since childhood. He keeps her steady by placing a hand on her hip while the other grabs his cock to align himself with her entrance. Her wet warmth feels incredibly better on his cock tip than it did on his fingers. Andrew knows he should be gentle and slow, that this is Ashley’s first time and he should ease her through it, but he’s too horny and too drunk to care – his patience has run dry.
With a single thrust, Andrew forces Ashley to take him in his entirety until both of their hips meet. Ashley throws her head back and screams, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her nails dig into Andrew’s flesh, leaving behind blazing scratch marks. The sting of the scratches and the warmth of her cunt around his cock is a blissful mix of pleasure and pain for Andrew, making him growl possessively against her neck. Her wraps one arm around her shoulders to keep her close while the other reaches around to support and hold the back of her head.
The older Graves sibling knows he needs to give her a moment to stretch and accommodate to his size, but his body doesn’t listen to the hazy signals his brain is trying to send. His hips are already moving in a sloppy and uncoordinated rhythm. She squeezes around him so fucking good that he loses all sense of restraint as he fucks her for all he’s worth.
Ashley wriggles and writhes underneath his weight, clawing up his back in an attempt to have some control in the situation. It hurts, it sings like a motherfucker. But the pressure and the pleasure that his cock brings from so deep inside is so fucking good. Ashley tries to unconsciously move her hips up to meet with his thrusts, but his body weight keeps her pinned beneath him.
She can really smell the alcohol on him now, but she’s already too far gone to care. She has her Andy, and she has him right where she wants him. “Andy!” She moans out in a blissful cry of pleasure, leaving yet another deep scratch mark onto his back. “I love you! I love you so much! Andy!”
She cries out his name like a mantra. She can barely register his growls and grunts in her ears with every new scratch, every beg, every moan, and every single cry of his name. She always knew he wanted her too.
“Fuck, Leyley.” Andrew groans, placing a sloppy kiss against the side of his little sister’s neck. “You’re so fucking tight. You milk my cock so fucking good.” His voice is low and raspy, and he growls like some kind of animal. The sound and tone of his voice is addicting.
Andrew moves his hands to roughly grab at her hips as he slams his cock into her. He groans deeply as he roughly fucks her with all of his stamina, making the bed shift and creek beneath them. The wet sounds of his dick in her cunt and his balls slapping against her ass repeatedly fill the room with a cacophony of sinful sounds.
Andrew lifts himself so he can use more of his body weight to thrust forward, trying to drive himself deeper and deeper into his little sister, until the head of his cock continuously kisses her cervix. He groans with every thrust, desperate for release and to finally claim her as his. Ashley is also desperate to match his pace, winding her legs around his hips and locking her ankles together in a leg lock. Her greedy hands find his waist to leave more possessive and frantic scratches.
He could let himself explode right now if he let himself. The way her walls so eagerly clench and massage around him is just that fucking good. But he’s determined to let his Leyley cum first, to give her the most earth-shattering orgasm imaginable.
Andrew leans back down, sacrificing some of his thrusting prowess to latch his lips around one of her amazing fat tits. His Leyley appears to appreciate the sentiment by wrapping her arms around his head to hug him closer her to chest as she moans loudly into his ears. He keeps one hand on her hips to keep her steady while the other moves down so he can thumb at her clit, eagerly rubbing it in small circles under the pad of his thumb.
“Andy! I- fuck!” Ashley cuts herself off as she squeezes him with her legs, and clutches his head in a death grip. He knows she’ll unravel for him at any moment.
Andrew swipes at her tit with his tongue before opening his jaw more and taking her nipple into his teeth, biting down onto her breast with forced control.
Ashley’s brain mistakes the intense sensation as pleasure rather than pain. “Andy! Andy! AndyAndyAndyAndyyyyy!” Her cries for him turn into a long wail as she cums around his cock.
Andrew groans around her nipple as he feels her spasm and tighten around his cock in an absolutely blissful manner. He wants to hold on, he doesn’t want this to be over yet, but it’s just too fucking good. She’s too fucking good. With one final, deep thrust, Andrew holds himself in place as he empties himself into his little sister; filling her up with rope after rope of cum. He tries to pull back so he can thrust into her more, but her leg lock keeps him in place until his balls are completely empty.
Andrew slumps over, collapsing onto Ashley before he can properly catch himself. He pants against her head as he drags his arms to wrap around her smaller frame and keep her close. Ashley moves with him to nuzzle herself against his chest, the spot she’s always wanted to claim as her own; the spot where she fits oh so perfectly against him. Andrew can feel his cum slip past his softening cock and drip down Ashley’s legs, but that’s going to be a tomorrow morning problem. With his last shred of energy, Andrew pulls out. More of his seed spills out onto the sheets below them, but he honestly couldn’t care less right now.
“I love you, Andy.” Ashley mumbles against his chest, already half asleep.
Andrew secures his grip so she can’t slip away from him during the night. He plants a gentle kiss atop of her head. “I love you too, Leyley.”
Sleep is not too far behind to take the Graves siblings away for the night.
Ashley is the first to stir awake the next morning from the sound of their front door being slammed shut. Their parents must be home from their own nightly rendezvous. Ashley tries to go back to sleep, deeming that it’s already way too early to deal with her parents, but their stomping around the apartment is not helping her.
Ashley lies there for several minutes, hoping her parents will fuck off to their own bedroom, or just leave again so she can enjoy cuddling up to Andrew in blissful quietness. Speaking of which – he looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Ashley’s older brother is sleeping peacefully at her side, with his arms still wrapped tightly around her, keeping her as close to him as physically possible. His lean chest slowly rises and falls with every breath. Some of his hair has fallen into his face, painting his pale complexion in strands of messy black locks. Pink scratch marks are indented onto his shoulders, and Ashley can only imagine just how bad she’s scratched up his back; she grins at the thought. She’s officially marked her Andy as hers and hers alone; and her caring, charming big brother was kind enough to return the favor.
She’s covered in bite marks and hickies all over her shoulders and chest. The tit he had bitten last night still hurts a little bit; it’s a shame he didn’t bite hard enough to leave a more visible mark. The bite on her thigh especially hurts, but Ashley wouldn’t want it any other way. In actuality, every part of her hurts, especially in between her legs. He wasn’t exactly gentle with her, but if that doesn’t prove that he’s been wanting her for all this time, then what will? His cum and her blood from their sexcapade has dried on her thighs by now, and though it’s not very comfortable, it’s not worth leaving the bed and leaving Andrew’s embrace to go wash up. And perhaps, she can convince him to clean her up. It is his mess, after all.
Ashley is snapped out of her thoughts as she hears a sudden sound come from the floor right by Andrew’s bed. Ashley stretches her hand down, blindly grabbing and grasping until she feels something hard in her palm. She grabs it and brings it up to her face to see. It’s her phone; it must have fallen off of the bed and onto the floor last night with how hard Andrew was fucking her. The sound she had heard was a notification telling her that she only had fifteen percent of battery life left. And speaking of notifications, she still has those text messages from last night that she didn’t answer or even acknowledge.
Ashley unlocks her phone to see that the ignored notifications were text messages, from Andrew.
10:02pm
Hey, Ashley, I’m just checking in. Is everything okay?
10:10pm
Hello?
10:27pm
Look, Ashley, you can be mad at me all you want, but at least pick up the phone. At least let me know you’re okay. Please.
10:32pm
Look, I’m sorry, alright? Please just pick up the phone, I’m worried about you.
10:35pm
I’m coming home.
11:08pm
I’m almost there. I’ll be up there soon, okay?
11:10pm
I miss you.
Well now Ashley almost felt bad about ignoring her phone last night. But even if she knew it was Andrew texting her, she still might have not picked up with how shitty she was feeling. Though the younger Graves sibling can let her big brother off the hook this time – he had not only showed concern for her both over text and when he had gotten home, but he had also made up for it by threefold. But even still, she needs him to admit that she’s all he will ever need to be happy and fulfilled in his life. To hear that she is all that Andrew desires and yearns for.
Ashley is brought back to the present moment when she hears their parents’ bedroom door slam shut – fucking finally. Now it’s just her and Andy once again, and as long as they’re not too loud, no one will ever suspect a thing; and as long as they both keep their shoulders and chests hidden under clothing. But thank god there aren’t any clothes in the way right now!
Ashley nuzzles herself against her big brother’s chest, enjoying the warmth and comfort he brings. He doesn’t smell as much like alcohol anymore, which is great, because now she can better take in his natural scent that never fails to send a shiver down her spine. She places a wet kiss against his chest where his heart is, and she’s only a little irked when that doesn’t wake him up.
“Andrew.” Ashley softly coos as she lazily trails a finger from his forehead down to his nose. “Andrew~”
Andrew’s face scrunches up slightly under the ticklish sensation. He groans deep in his chest as he slowly starts to wake up, but he still hasn’t opened his eyes yet. That won’t do.
“Andyyyyy~” Ashley’s fingers trail down to his lips. She jumps a little when she feels his soft tongue catch the tip of her finger. She looks up to see that he’s finally opened up one green eye to look at her. “Good morning, Andy!” Ashley speaks softly to him as she curls up against him, throwing an arm over his shoulder in a somewhat similar gesture to how he’s been holding her all night.
She waits a minute for him to answer her, but when he doesn’t, she grows annoyed. She pulls her embrace back from him and scowls. His one, open green eye follows her every movement.
“Andy, are you not going to say good morning to your little sister? That’s awfully rude of you, especially since you were so rough with me last night~” She taunts him, already resuming her usual antics. Surprisingly, he doesn’t react; he just keeps staring at her.
Maybe he’s just trying really hard not to throw up right now; he must be more hungover than hell itself. On the bright side, he hasn’t thrown up on her, and he’s yet to have an anxiety attack over fucking his little sister! Sometimes it’s the small victories that matter.
“Do you want me to get you some water?” Ashley asks softly, moving some of his hair out of his face so she can better see that beautiful, forest green eye.
He shakes his head no. Ashley thinks it’s because he doesn’t want to put anything in his stomach; Andrew knows it’s because he doesn’t want her to go so soon. He wants to move his hands to wipe away the dried mascara on her cheeks – the evidence of her previous sorrow. But his body feels too heavy and weak, and just the thought of moving makes him nauseous.
“How are you feeling?” Ashley asks her big brother quietly, letting herself just relax and go limp in his arms.
“Terrible.” He replies in a hoarse and rough whisper.
Ashley snickers at his response. “From the hangover or from taking your little sister’s virginity?”
“The hangover, dumbass.” Andrew closes his eye and sighs. His world is starting to spin again.
Ashley is a little surprised at his answer. She was honestly half expecting him to have a reality check and start to freak out, yet he seems more concerned about the growing migraine in his skull. But she just has to double check it with him first.
“You don’t regret what you did last night?”
“You mean what we did last night?” It takes Andrew a minute, but he’s finally able to open both eyes. He just stares at her with a painstakingly neutral expression.
“Does this mean that I’m what you’ve always wanted? That I’m better than that fucking hussy of yours?” Ashley grins, getting directly into his face.
She’s expecting him to tell her off or to push her away; not to pull her in closer by the back of her head and gently kiss her, but she’s not complaining.
“Yes.” Is all he replies. He releases his gentle grip on her head and returns his hands to hold her waist.
Ashley pouts at his vague answer. “Yes to what?”
“Yes to both of the things you just said. What else would I mean?” Andrew groans, seeming fed up with having to explain things in his hungover state, even though it’s his own fault for drinking so much.
“So… you don’t regret it?”
“Nope.”
“And I’m better than that hussy you insisted on going to the party with?”
“By a long shot.”
Well damn, if all it took was a little bit of alcohol to get Andrew to be so honest, Ashley would have started spiking his drinks with their mom’s booze years ago!
“So does—”
“Shush.” Andrew moves his finger up to her lips to silence her before she can continue to bombard him with questions. Ashley assumes it’s because of the pain he’s in, but then he slowly drags his finger down her chin, down her throat, and down to the several marks he’s left on her shoulders and chest. “Do you know what these mean?”
She can take a guess, but she’d much rather play dumb and let him answer it for her. “No.”
Andrew probably would have rolled his eyes if he could move them that dramatically without bringing himself excruciating pain. “It means you’re mine now. Nobody else can have you but me, because I don’t feel like sharing.”
Ashley is now absolutely beaming. Her finger traces her own marks on his shoulders. “Then the same goes for you. No more hussies.”
Andrew nods in acknowledgement, but that isn’t good enough for her.
“Say it.”
“Do you really have to be this bossy so early in the morning?”
“Andy!”
“Say my name correctly and I just might give you what you want.”
Now Andrew is the one who’s grinning, even if it’s very small and faint, but Ashley can see the amusement in his eyes. She groans dramatically, but relents anyways.
“Fine, Andrew.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
“Keep your end of the bargain!”
“Alright, alright, no more Julia.”
“And…?”
“And no more hussies.”
Ashley couldn’t be happier. After years of struggling to keep Andrew by her side, he’s finally and willingly agreed to keep those man-stealing floozies away and just keep her. She’ll wear his marks with pride, knowing well what they mean and how they were inflicted upon her. That also means making sure they’re visible around their parents, as well. Ashley could cackle at the expression their mother would wear, at the realization that her son was fucking her daughter. But alas, that moment will have to wait for now.
“So, will you admit aloud that you want me now?” Ashley asks quietly, not wanting to speak too loudly and ruin the moment.
Andrew nods and tightens his grip around her, trying to pull her closer into himself. “Yes, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, Ashley.”
“Do you actually mean that?”
“With every part of me. My heart is yours to hold and keep.”
She rolls her eyes at him for suddenly getting poetic on her, but internally, she’s never felt so warm, alive, and happy.
He places a kiss onto her forehead nestling her head into the crook of his neck. “I wanna sleep a little bit more.” He groans, letting his heavy eyelids fall.
Ashley doesn’t want him to leave yet. She wants him to keep admitting just how much he wants her, needs her, and loves her. But he is hungover, and he does need the rest.
How else is she going to tease him about possibly getting her pregnant if he’s too drowsy to care?
So for once, Ashley keeps her mouth shut and lets him rest. It doesn’t take long for his breathing to become deep as his chest returns to the slow rising and falling as it had earlier. Ashley keeps her ear close to his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat, knowing that it’s finally all hers now. Even if she can’t talk to or pester him right now, she can at least take refuge in the embrace he’s so persistent on keeping her in.
Ashley hears his phone go off with a notification. She looks around to try and find the little device without moving too much to disturb Andrew.
She finds his phone half buried in the pile of clothes and sheets that have accumulated on the floor. It must have gotten flung to the floor from Andrew’s earlier, eager disrobing.
Ashley reaches for it, and is just barely able to grab it by its corner in two of her fingers. She pulls it out of the clothes and holds it in her hand. The picture on the lock screen illuminates to life to greet her; it’s a picture of her and Andrew from her most recent birthday. They're both smiling and embracing in the picture. It’s not too dissimilar to this current moment, and that makes her smile.
Knowing his passcode, Ashley unlocks his phone. The notification is a text message from his floozy.
The message reads, ”Good morning, Andrew. I just wanted to check in on you since you left the party early last night. Are you doing okay?”
Well now, Ashley can’t be having this. Andrew is hers now!
Ashley goes to his camera app. She raises his phone so that Andrew’s sleeping face and her own cocky grin is visible in the picture. The younger Graves sibling makes sure that the hickies and bite marks on her shoulders and chest are obvious in the photo before sending it to the hussy. Hopefully that drives her off for good, but why stop there?
Ashley takes several more pictures of her and Andrew. Some are sincere, cute, and sweet; but others look incredibly suggestive and provocative. She makes sure that every single photo shows off Andrew’s bites or her scratch marks, before picking out a few to post onto his social media account. Everyone needs to know that he is hers, and she is his. No one will ever steal Andrew away from her ever again.
Now that they both have the one thing they’ve always wanted.