the steam rises in the bathroom. the faint aroma of his medicinal smelling wash wafting into your nose. he just needs to check if you’re still his innocent little sister. he just needs to check if you’re still untouched, but he’s losing his patience as the hot water rains down on you both. his back is to the showerhead, but you can still feel the heat radiating off him.Â
hot water. hot nii-san. too hot temper. the heat of his cock as it rests against your back.Â
“kiyoomi,” you whine as his hand grasps your throat. you’re bent over trying to get away from him, but it’s fruitless with the way he follows you— both of you bent as his fingers circle your clit.Â
“stop fucking moving,” he growls.Â
“omi,” you gasp, hands coming to grab at him. “i— please, that’s not how it works!”
the hand around your neck squeezes tighter making you seize your movements.
“shut up. i just have to check if...” his fingers run along your entrance and you gasp when he slips them inside.Â
“you’re still tight...” he mumbles and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the implication. kiyoomi thinks tight pussy equals virgin which couldn’t be any more wrong. “you’re the only good one out here,” he whispers, fingers constantly abusing your poor little cunt as his face is pressed into your washed hair.
“omi-nii... that doesn’t— why are you so mean to w—?”Â
his hand squeezes so tight you wheeze. his teeth are gritted as he speaks, “because they’re all. fucking. disgusting. if you were to turn out a whore like them… i’d rather die.”Â
he loves the way you tense up, the way your tits are sudsy and lathered in his body wash.Â
you’re clean. you’re pure. not like any of those other sluts he reads about, not like any of those other useless whores who’ve rejected him and called him creepy.Â
you’re his sweet little sister... the purest person he knows.
