EVELYN

Please, someone just help me. I’m spiraling. Do something, anything just to save me. Pour ice water on my head, yell at me, slap me, for God’s sake! Maybe that’ll bring me back to my senses. Or maybe nothing will, because I can’t seem to stop myself.

Is it so bad to want to run back to my brother? To be in his space, his arms, and his life again? Every nerve in my body screams that it’s wrong, that I’m pathetic and obsessed, but I don’t care. I don’t care about dignity or pride right now.

Somehow, I found myself in his room, curled beside him on his bed like I belonged there. But trust me, I didn't sleepwalk I went there willingly because I was too desperate. His peaceful face was turned toward me and he looked so breathtakingly perfect, even in his sleep. Dave looked like something out of a dream, his long black lashes fanned out against his skin, casting soft shadows across his cheeks. His chest rose and fell in an easy rhythm, the kind that could lull me into believing that this moment was real, that we were still us.

I couldn’t help myself. My fingers reached up, trembling slightly, and I smoothed the faint crease between his brows. His skin was warm under my touch, soft and familiar. I studied his face in the dim light, memorizing him, as if I didn’t already have it burned in my head. Day by day, he seemed to grow more handsome, more unattainable, and it hurt more than I could put into words.

God, I can’t get over him.

My fingers drifted lower, trailing the line of his jaw, then down to his chest. I paused for a moment, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. It was intoxicating, that rhythm served as a living proof that he was here, alive, and somehow still within my reach, even if only in this quick moment.

I let my hand wander further, tracing the edge of his singlet. Slowly, almost reverently, I lifted it revealing the thick lines of his abs. My fingers followed the contours of his muscles, gliding over each ridge and dip as if I were trying to sketch him out. My movement on his skin sent one thousand and one pleasures through me, a mix of longing and regret so intense that I was feeling it could make my chest explode.

I’ve missed him so much. Every part of him. I was completely insane and utterly delusional to ever think I could live without him. Being apart from him had been like ripping out a part of my soul, and now that I was here, so close to him, I didn’t know how I’d ever let go again.

Suddenly, he stirred. His body shifted slightly, and I froze, my hand still resting on his bare skin. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might wake him, and for a second, I was sure I just got caught. But then, his lips curved into a small side smile, and he turned his head, settling deeper into the pillow.

I exhaled shakily, my pulse still racing. That must be a sleeping habit of his, smiling in his dreams like that. It was so perfectly him a little reminder of why I couldn’t move on, why I was so hopelessly tethered to him.

Lying there beside him, I knew I was playing with fire. But the burn didn’t scare me. Not anymore. The only thing I feared now was losing my big brother forever.

I reached for his waistband, my fingers trembling with both hesitation and desire. As my hand slipped under the fabric, I instantly felt the warmth of his skin, but I was shocked. Trust me, this has to be my first time of feeling his cock soft. I already even concluded in my head that he wasn't human. I traced my fingers along his cock, exploring him gently, savoring the moment with a mix of curiosity and yearning. The temptation was overwhelming and as I caressed him, it consumed me entirely, pushing me beyond the point of restraint.

Without hesitation, I gently took control of his soft cock, which was sleeping like its master. I had the urge to wake the cock without waking its master, so with deliberate care, I began to thrust and move my hand with my tongue teasing his sensitive cap. As the moments passed, his arousal grew, and I watched as he hardened in my grasp, like the cock I always love to have in me.

A surge of heat spread through me, and I felt my body respond, the ache between my thighs building, my pussy throbbing and tightening beneath the thin fabric of my thong.

With one hand wrapped around his cock, moving in a steady rhythm, I slid my white thong to the side, slipping two fingers deep into my wet and squirming pussy. The slickness was undeniable my arousal flooding over my fingertips. It felt like the perfect moment, the kind where every nerve in your body begs for more. I couldn’t help but imagine his cock sliding into me, filling me the way only he could.

A reckless part of me wished he’d wake up, catch me in the act, and take control, flipping me onto my stomach, pressing me against the headboard, and claiming me with a power that left no room for mercy. I wanted him to punish me and inflict pain on me for touching him in his sleep, and push me to the edge and beyond.

As the fantasy consumed me, I added my thumb, circling my clit slowly but deliberately. My hips began to move in rhythm with my fingers, and soft, breathy moans escaped my lips, unbidden and uncontrollable. The pleasure swelled and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

As my hand moved faster along his cock, the pressure in the room seemed to thicken. His body responded instinctively, and then, out of nowhere, a faint smile curved his lips again. And a low moan escaped him. An unconscious reaction, I think he was getting there as well. My heart twitched in surprise, a rush of excitement and fear coursing through me.

Panicked, I quickly let go and slid off the bed as quietly as possible, my movements frantic yet careful not to make any noise. I crouched low and crawled beneath the bed, the cool floor pressing against my skin. From my hidden spot, I tilted my head slightly to peer out. His body remained relaxed, his breathing steady and deep. He hadn’t woken up, but the soft smile on his face still remained there, leaving me breathless and flushed as I stayed frozen in my hiding place.

When I returned to the bed, it was as if my silent prayers had been granted. He had shifted in his sleep, now lying on his back with his chest rising and falling steadily.

With quiet moves, almost like a thief in the night, I climbed onto his lap, positioning myself over him with deliberate care. Straddling him, I parted my legs slowly, feeling the undeniable ache of desire pulsing through me. With one hand, I guided his cock to my entrance, its warmth against my skin igniting every nerve in my body. As I sank down onto him, his hardness filled me completely, sending a shiver through me as my throbbing, eager pussy welcomed him back home.

I began to move my hips in slow, and conscious circles, twirling my waist on his cock and savoring the way it stretched me. My waist moved in a hypnotic rhythm, letting his length brush against every sensitive spot within me. Despite the fullness I felt, I knew there was still more of him I couldn’t take yet, and that very thiught wanted me to try harder and give it my best. But one day, I promised myself, I would take all of him.

Leaning forward, I lowered my body, careful not to disturb him. Gently, I pressed a soft, silent kiss to his lips, a tender gesture, like a secret shared only between myself and his room.

The pace of my movements grew, my pleasure building higher with every stroke. My body trembled as I reached my peak, a wave of ecstasy rushing through me. I let go completely, releasing as I rode out the last of my climax, my body quivering against his.

I stayed there, breathless, waiting for him to follow. Minutes passed, and then I felt it, an unpretentious movement deep within me as his cock twitched. A low moan escaped him as he released, his warmth spilling into me. The sensation left me completely spent, yet utterly satisfied, as I remained atop him, savoring the moment we shared.

Gently, I lifted myself off him, his warmth still dancing inside me. I sat down beside him, gazing at his peaceful face, my heart racing with a mix of satisfaction and forbidden excitement. Leaning closer, I lowered my head to taste the sweet mixture of us still around his cock, savoring the forbidden sweetness of the moment.

I stood and began to quietly leave, a low whisper escaped my lips, meant only for the night to hear. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop this stolen pleasure,” I murmured, a small and guilty smile played on my face as I tiptoed back to my room, leaving behind only the memory of my touch.