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"You push me, I push you back
No reason to think
You push me, I push you back
You lose if you blink
Why ban the bomb?
Why turn the other cheek?
Why care at all?
When the pain looks good on you"
— London After Midnight, "The Pain Looks Good On You"
"Pleaseee, please—"
"Don't beg like that. You're not a dog."
Kita doesn't hold it against you, though, knowing how overstimulated you are. You're bent over the table, ass in the air while his two fingers play with your cunt. You've been at it for an hour or so, with him mercilessly teasing you ever since you got home. "Pleaseee, I'm sorry, I- I won't go out again without telling you first, niichan."
Your brother clicks his tongue, continuing to thrust his digits into your dripping pussy. You're trembling. You're trembling and he can see it, watching how you shake from his touches with barely hidden hunger in his eyes. "Be quiet." Kita says, brushing hair out of your face. "Let me see your eyes, sis. You look so pretty like this."
"N-niichaaan,"
He exhales, his fingers prodding against your walls. You know why he does it. You know why he enforces this. You're just a stupid slut, aren't you? Thinking you could easily just slip out of the house and return at a godless hour, and not get punished for it. Kita can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, knowing you were raised better than this. "Hush." He says firmly, causing your knees to tense, feeling every inch of his long digits inspecting your cunny.
It's for your own safety, you remember him telling you for the first time. You're just a little girl, you know about the dangers that lurk outside on the streets, and yet, you disobey his rules, anyway. If anything, it's your fault that he has to resort to such a manner; spreading your legs open and examining your sweet prepubescent pussy to make sure nobody forced themselves onto his little sister. "That's it, you're being so good for me."
The praise makes your stomach feel funny, being one of the only things you can focus on besides the repeated movements of his hand. Kita thumbs your clit, groaning when you clench around his fingers. "Ohhh," you whine, unable to understand the carnal desire you're experiencing. As far as you're aware, he has no ulterior motives. And he doesn't, truly, because this is the most practical way he can check for forced entry.
"Keep your voice down. We don't need you waking anyone up." Kita sounded so gentle, and that just increased your arousal. His digits dripped with your juices, letting out a soft laugh from how worked up you seemed to be gentle, while being confused from how pliant your body was being. "I- I'm sorry, niichan," you clamp a hand over your mouth, forcibly muffling your noises. Sweat rolls down your forehead, becoming overwhelmed with how intense the feeling was.
His thumb teased your pearl, fucking your tiny cunt with his fingers. So fucking calculated and practiced, you couldn't wrap your head around it. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed in a third finger, reducing your fourth grade brain into a sleazy fucked out mess. Kita didn't even consider this sex, not even molestation— he was just making sure his poor baby sister get touched inappropriately, and if that includes keeping you on the table in the living room, then so be it. "Shin-nii," you pant. "I- I want you to stopppp..."
"Just let it happen. You'll be done soon, alright?" Kita hummed, oblivious to the frenzy he was putting you through. He found your rutting hips weird, mesmerized by how your face contorted in pure ecstasy. "Let Shin-nii inspect your holes. You knew this was your punishment. You've taken it before. You can take it again."
A hot breath left you, looking like a disgraced whore. You're as wet as one too, fucking dripping with princess juice, feeling your older brother playing with it. He continues to slide the three digits inside you, groaning from how fucking tight and warm you feel. You've always been so petite and little compared to him, being a 10 year old little girl. He's in his senior uniform, fucking his baby sister with his fingers— he's just protecting you, isn't he?
It's not weird at all, Kita thinks. He's doing this because he loves you. Big brothers guard their little sisters no matter what, and he'll shove his whole fist to clean you out, desperate to make sure no icky man ravaged you. Your pussy is so tiny and cute, completely drenched with his piercing gaze on it. You can't help but curve your spine, surrendering your sanity to your sweet nii-chan.
"Ah, ah, Shin, niichan, niichan—"
You're babbling like an idiot at this point, causing him to sigh. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, feeling like a huge burden. This is all your fault! You put out like a harlot, wearing those cute lil' skirts and a school issued ribbon. The fact you're so young is enough to make a pervert grab you and facefuck you relentlessly, and that's what drives him crazy. Nobody else can have you.
"Shhh, it's okay," Kita sees you flinch from the sensation of him slipping in a fourth finger. It takes all your restraint not to whimper from being so stretched out, and he smiles from the effort. "You're being such a good girl, sis. I'll have to reward you for your excellent behavior."
You giggle from how caring he is, knowing he's just checking in on you. You know why he does this, you know why you have four fingers stuffed in your little cunny— it's all for your safety. You whimper, feeling a knot twist in your tummy. Kita can't help but feel his pants tightening, focusing on your shaking figure more. His precious baby sister.
"Ah!" You're so fucking delectable, he could easily eat you up. All of your friends gush over how cute you are, everybody rambling about how much Kita loves his little sister, and they have no clue he's touching you like this. They wouldn't understand it, no. He's not doing anything wrong. "Hmm.. " He clicks his tongue once more, eyeing you.
This is a sight saved for him, and him only. If anyone, especially those bastard twins, lay a finger on you— they're dead. They're fucking dead. You're too innocent to be defiled by punks. "Mhmm, feels good," you say dumbly, drool running down your chin. He can already imagine Suna taking a picture of you like this, and before you know it, he's inserting his whole entire fist into your desperate hole. A scream left you as your whole body tensed in accordance from the pressure of having a hand in your cunt, causing you to go limp and instantly gush on all of your brother's digits. He pumps his fist a few times, before withdrawing it and taking in your spent form.
"I'm sorry." He says softly. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you."
You sob weakly, earning him to lean in and kiss away all your tears. "No, no- I should be the one apologizing! I- I choose to snuck out, and you punished me rightfully for it. I'm sorryyyy, I won't do it again." You're shivering, looking so pathetic and meek.
With a sigh, Kita kisses you. He doesn't know why you look so miserable.
"Don't disobey me again, okay?"
"I- I won't!"
"You did a great job. Niichan is so proud of you." He whispers, standing over you. Perhaps he should be ashamed, but what grandmother doesn't know can't hurt her, Kita thinks when he tucks you in that night.