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Ronan

She’s here and I’m about to fuck all of this up if I can’t get my head together. What does it say about me that I want to fuck her again right now so I can claim her as mine over Nightbreed?

I am him, he is me, and that means it’s my cum dripping out of her pussy. I really cannot think about that right now. Not her mouth, her cunt, that prepped ass, not even her moans. None of it.

Fuuuck.

There’s no way I survive not taking her if she walks out of that bathroom in my clothes. I don’t think my heart is cut out for it, and I don’t mean in the sappy way. I mean full-on cardiac arrest at 26 years old, and all the evidence of what I’ve done on clear display downstairs in my basement .

I wonder what they’d put on my headstone?

When the door opens and she tiptoes her way to the couch, I have to remind myself to blink and not stare, because she looks so good like this the urge to spill all my dirty secrets is overwhelming.

“Do you have any blankets?” she asks, tucking my shirt around her ass — telling me one thing and one thing only. She didn’t put her underwear back on.

My vision blurs. Knowing she’s naked under there has my cock hardening even more with the desire to breed her again. I should be mad she showered when I asked her not to, but I saw that look in her eyes and know she needed it.

And she needs me. Not Nightbreed, not her older step-brother that secretly wants to fuck her. Just Ronan — her brother. She came to me for comfort.

That realization has my heart rate evening out as I disappear into my room and grab her one off my bed. I may not be fucking her tonight, but she will sleep surrounded with my scent. I’m not strong enough to stop that. “Here. You can also take my bed when you’re ready to go to sleep. ”

“You’re pushing it, big guy.” She smiles as she takes it, wrapping it around herself like a tortilla. “I’ll probably pass out in like five minutes on the couch, just leave me there.”

As she curls up, it takes everything to sit my ass down with some space between us. Her toes are inches from my leg and all I want to do is tickle them so she jerks away and I have an excuse to tug her all the way over here.

“So... did he at least pull out?”

What the fuck? I didn’t even know those words were coming out of my mouth until they did, and I realize it’s because I want to hear her say it.

She raises her eyebrows. “Nope. Why do you think I was such a mess? He actually asked me not to take a shower, but I don’t think he has the right to ask me anything at this point.”

She’s right. I don’t.

“Do you not want to talk to him again?”

“It’s not that, I just mean that if he still doesn’t trust me enough to tell me his first name or show me his face, why should I want to please him enough to purposefully make myself uncomfortable?

” Atley’s eyes darken a little. “If I ever find out who he is, I’ll send him a bill for you because you’re the one providing aftercare for him and it’s absolutely not your job. ”

“I’d do it for free,” I rush out, then take it upon myself to lift her feet up onto my lap and move in a little closer. “I mean, it’s sort of my job.” All of it is my job, but how the hell do I make it right? “I am your big brother, y’know.”

“Yeah?” she asks, a bit of embarrassed sarcasm in her tone. “Do you think big brothers usually cuddle with their sisters and call them good girls after some other guy floods her with cum on both ends? Shitty job, if it’s true.”

Fuck me. She’s really airing it all out, and if I don’t ask follow up questions soon, she’s going to get suspicious.

I never let guys near her when we were young whether we talked or not, so I can’t play this cool.

“Usually we just go kick their asses, but I’m not opposed to calling you a good girl, Atley. But we both know it’d be a lie.”

“It’s not always a lie,” she argues quietly. “I can be good. I can be the fucking best, but sometimes I get selfish. Sometimes I wanna do things just for me, fuck the consequences. And today I wanted to feel wanted. ”

“I know the feeling,” I admit, my fingers ghosting along her ankles as I fight the urge to look up this shirt and see the marks they left behind earlier. “And you’re allowed to. I won’t judge you for what you did tonight or look at you any differently. I’m just worried about you.”

“I’ve always taken care of myself, you know that.

“ She sighs softly, wiggling down to give me a little more of her legs. “I feel stupid even feeling like this, but yeah. He might be used to anonymous sex or having his pussy and throat fucking wrecked, but I’m not. And I’m not even important enough for him to tell me his name? Are you kidding me?”

“Sounds... fucked up.” It’s a lame response to how much she’s opening up to me, but what the hell am I supposed to say? “Are you sure he has a pussy?”

Again, lame, but if something like that can’t make her smile, nothing will. Not until she can get proper aftercare.

“You know what I mean,” she laughs, playfully kicking me, yet somehow giving me even more of her legs. I’m nearly to her kneecaps now, just inches away from her very real pussy .

She’s going to kill me. My eyes are locked on the bottom of my shirt, desperate for another peek, but luckily she’s not looking at me. I think.

“Is this the masktok guy from TikTok? The one you told me you were FaceTiming?”

“Nope, totally different guy. I met this one at the gloryhole, actually.”

Lying ass.

I hope she didn’t feel my fingers or see my eye twitch at that damn lie, but I move on quickly. “Busy girl.” Fuck, that was too... gravelly. “You’re getting more action than me.”

Or the exact same amount, only she doesn’t know that. She can never know that.

“I’m kidding. Yes, it’s my masktok guy. Just him.” She wiggles her toes to get me to keep rubbing. “I actually unfollowed all the others. Well, all but one other.”

Jesus Christ, is she fucking with me?

Is this my karma?

“Glad to hear it’s the same guy, because I’m trying to be cool, and you’re pushing all my big brother buttons.” And a lot of other buttons that have nothing to do with my current role in her life, but the role I want to have. “Why’d you keep one? ”

“Because I’m not stupid. If he had any plans of keeping me, he’d tell me who he is. It’s my one little quiet act to show him he won’t own me until he gives me at least a little bit of himself. He probably won’t even notice.”

Oh baby girl, I own you, and I absolutely would have noticed if you didn’t tell me now. “I guess time will tell. What if he told you who he was and you didn’t like what you found out?”

“He suggested as much, but I just don’t understand.

Who is he? A serial killer? An elf? I don’t give a shit what he looks like, so unless he’s famous or dangerous, I can’t imagine why he’d think I’d care who he is.

” She sits up so abruptly, her shirt slips up.

“Oh my fuck, you don’t think it’s Orion, do you? !”

He’d be fucking dead if it was. Dead, buried, and his dirt pissed on. He’s the only one in the world that knows anything about my true feelings, so if he went behind my back to touch her in any way, it would be the ultimate betrayal.

“Absolutely not.” I need to not sound so angry and I really, really need to stop staring at those tiny bruises on her thighs.

“He’s a son-of-a-bitch, but he doesn’t cheat.

He’s trying really hard to turn your best friend into someone she’s not, but until he gives that up, he won’t fuck any other girl.

Just how he is. Maybe you’re right and your guy is famous.

” I can’t stop the next words from tumbling out. “Why, do you want to fuck him?”

She hesitates for a moment, then shakes her head. “No, not really. He’s hot, but too pretty boy for me. I like my men a little rugged.” Grinning, she lays back down, but her shirt falls to her hips as she rolls back onto her side and I can see a little bit of her ass now.

The ass she prepped for me earlier.

I’m getting hard again so I shift to the side slightly and rest her feet lower on my legs so she can’t feel it. “Don’t ever call him hot again. You shouldn’t lie on his behalf.”

“It’s not a lie. He’s hot, you’re hot, Night is hot. It's an objective fact,” she explains. “Some people are just born blessed.”

“So you just complimented me, but then you added the word objectively to it in the end, and I don’t know why but that makes it worse. Was that a compliment or a way to call me basic?”

I’m teasing her, but it’s the only way I’m able to keep my eyes on her face and not her... anything else .

“I just mean it's a fact. You know what you look like, Ro. You make Orion look like a troll, and that’s hard to do. Take the compliment and say thank you.”

I can’t help but laugh, because if Orion heard that, he’d throw a fit. “Thank you. Can you say that again when he’s around? For science.”

“He’d probably just tell me I’d have better luck fucking you if I got stuck in a dryer,” she mumbles.

“You say that like you want to fuck me.”

I’m watching her every reaction, but it’s the one I feel that ruins me.

She just clenched her thighs.

“That’s not... I...”

God, I love it when she fumbles over her words and blushes. I toss her a smirk that’s a little too flirty, but I can’t help it. “I’m kidding, Atley. I know you don’t mean that.”

“I feel like that’s a trap,” she mumbles. “If I say no, I’m somehow insulting you. If I say yes, I’m a freak who wants to fuck her brother. There’s no winning there.”

“It’s not like we’re blood related.” Normal response, Ronan. Completely fucking normal .

I don’t know what the fuck to do or say now, so I just laugh like the crazy bastard I am.

“We’re not.” Something in her tone is a little thicker now, almost sultry. “I... used you as my safeword today, you know.”

“Why?” Somehow I’ve moved in a little closer again, but she has me hanging onto every single word. “Why me?”

“It’s supposed to be word you say when you don’t feel comfortable anymore or you need help. You were the first thing that came to mind because it’s always you that I call when I’m uncomfortable or need help.”

I hope that never changes. “And I’ll always be here. No matter the time or what I’m doing. I meant it when I said you’re never a burden. If anything, you don’t come around enough.”

Slowly, she sits up and slides her legs off the couch. “Well in that case, what do you say we turn on a movie and stop talking about my sex life?”

I want to talk about it and so much more, but if I don’t take this out, I’m going to ruin everything. So I just chuckle and nod in agreement, it’s all I have in me right now.

“Want to watch The Covenant again? ”

She grins. “There’s never a time that I don’t. I’ll be right back though.”

Still smiling, she disappears into my room and comes back with one of my pillows, propping it up against my thigh. I don’t want to think about the butterflies it gives me when she lays back down, fingers splayed over my leg and head resting so close to me.

I don’t want to think about the twitch in my fingers with the desire to run them through her hair and touch her as much as I can while I have her here, so I search inside for some inner strength and try to relax.

This is her favorite movie, and for once in my life, I don’t have to worry about what she’s up to or who she’s with.

She’s here, she’s safe, and maybe it’s time I allow myself to just enjoy it.

I’ll snatch her phone’s location once she falls asleep.