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Teacher, Lover, Daddy...Brother! (Staine x DigitalSiren)

The first thing he knew was the ringing of his phone, he could hear it dimly through the haze and fog of waking up. "Nat...I love you..." The words were mumbled, no doubt coming from the dream as he had left her there to wake up, slowly coming to his senses and feeling the warm body pressed against him, the finger tapping his chest, hearing her voice behind the sound of his phone. He opened his eyes slowly to find himself looking down at her lavender hair, she was between him and the back of the sofa, so close, his arms were around her, hand on her hip. "Nat? What...oh, oh I remember...sorry..." He didn't know what to say, he could remember what he had said as he was waking but that...well she was his sister, she would probably take it like that and not the way it had been meant. Slowly he pulled back away from her to give her some space, sliding back off the sofa and standing, stretching before reaching for his phone.

Looking at it he frowned, pausing and looking down at his little sister before he answered. "Christie, hi...yeah, one moment." Looking down at her again he covered the mouthpiece. "i'm just gonna take this in the kitchen while you wake....sorry for trapping you, you fell asleep and were so peaceful I didn't want to risk waking you." He smiled at her sadly as turned to leave, bringing the phone back up to his ear. "Yeah, I'm here, sorry about that, caught me sleeping. Haha, yeah, we are still on for tonight, I'm looking forward to it!" He had managed to muster at least a little excitement in his voice as he walked away talking, though it wasn't nearly as much as there had been for the simple shopping trip with his little sister. "Ooooh, is that how it is? Okay, okay, I will be sure to deal with you if you behave like that, missy. Yes, eight pm, I'll pick you up." He hung up, knowing he had been a little loud but trying to somehow throw himself into the possible relationship to forget his feelings for his sister would do that, and he sighed as he looked down at his phone. Was that all Christie was going to be, a distraction? It didn't seem fair to her. Pocketing it, he walked back towards the front room. "I have my date tonight, I forgot about that...will you be okay on your own princess? How is your lip?"
 
It was hard to miss as he said he loved her. Her heart sang even as he mind cautioned he only meant it as her brother, nothing more. She didn't want him to pull away. Didn't want him to stand up and leave her alone on the couch with only the cooling cushions to remind her of what had just been. She met his eyes and looked away first as he said her name. She didn't look at him as he said he'd take the call too the kitchen. A small nod given as he said the reason they had slept on the couch. The reasoning made sense. Her insides twisted as she head the sound of his voice as he talked to Christie. She could hear the flirtation and felt sick to her stomach. What was wrong with her. She should be happy for him... It was hard to miss their conversation anyway. She doubted the intention was to rub it in, it wasn't like he knew of her feelings for him, but it didn't hurt any less.

She was rising to her feet as he came back into the room. She gave him a soft smile that she didn't feel. "Yeah I will be okay." Looking at him for but a moment she nodded "It's fine. I am gonna go take a shower!" The forced happiness she tried for fell a little flat as she turned and fled to her bedroom. She didn't want to talk to him anymore about the night before or the night he had coming. Her only option was to flee.

For the rest of the day she would occupy herself to be busy. Homework, reading ahead for classes. Playing a game with friends. Going for a run. Anything to keep her away from him. It wasn't all that unusual anyway. Her weekends were normally filled with such activities, but she often had some time for him, or they would do something together. Not today. All the while, her insides twisted with jealousy, hurt... She wanted to scream at him. He clearly wanted her, why settle for someone who wasn't in his journal?! Her emotions raged unhappily inside her like a tempest.

When he was getting ready to leave she was listening to music while sketching, her back to her door. She could hear him as he said he was leaving and only to raise a hand in a wave, before going back to her drawing. She didn't want to see him all dressed up, ready to go on a date with Christie..
 
When he returned to the front room Cedric could tell something was different, something was...off. Nat was still talking like she was happy, but it didn't quite sound like she was, he knew her better than anybody and he could just tell that something was up. He nodded to her, his face dropping a little. "Yeah, no problem, I have things to do anyway." Watching her leave, he frowned and tried to think what it could possibly be. She had seemed...happy when he woke, she had seemed to smile, it had sounded more real but now...now she seemed down. The only thing that had changed was his phone call, but he had no reason to think she wouldn't like Christie, in fact he thought they would probably get on really well. Sighing, he let it go, he would figure it out eventually and she was a teenage girl, there were bound to be problems.

He didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day so he spent a lot of it in his room, doing some of the work he could do from home to save himself the trouble of having to grade it later in the week but something kept pulling at him, it was that night, and waking like that, falling asleep like that. He wanted it so badly but he didn't really know how to put it into words, he didn't want to write a story about this, he just wanted to...he wanted to tell her. He wanted to go to her right now and tell her how he felt but that was wrong, she was his sister, he was her guardian, her teacher...and she was so young, there were dozens of reasons that it was a bad idea. She would probably hate him, think he is sick...probably want to leave. No, he couldn't tell her. He reached for his journal, started a new page right after his last story, but this time he didn't want to write a tale, he just needed to get these thoughts out, for them to go somewhere, anywhere.

Natalya fell asleep in my arms last night. We had been watching a movie, she had her head in my lap, I was just petting her, it was incredible, I felt more at peace than I ever have and just...it felt perfect, right. She hurt herself, and for a moment my mask slipped while I looked at her, my little sister so vulnerable and looking at her lips, so kissable even with the blood...I lost myself and I swear she had to see it. What am I meant to do? She's Nat, she is perfect in every way but I can't ever have her, so I tried to comfort her. She was in my lap...god I thought she would feel me, there is no way she didn't but she might have thought it was my phone or the remote, maybe...doesn't matter. I didn't say anything, she didn't say anything, she fell asleep and I just held her all night until I did the same, petting her. Waking with her was the most amazing thing, but Christie was calling...she is a sweet woman, she is nice, pretty, smart...but she isn't Natalya. I don't know if I can do this while my mind is on the one person I can never have, it's not fair to Christie, and it's not fair to Nat that I look at her like that. I don't know what to do but I will find a way to get through this...probably more stories...or alcohol.

He closed the book. It felt like a jumbled mess of words but those were his feelings, the first time he had used the journal for anything like that. Slipping it back beneath his pillow he went to shower, then to get changed into a similar outfit to the first date, just a little more casual, black slacks again with a green shirt this time. He stopped by Nat's room on his way out, she was lost in her artwork, he had seen her drawings before. "I'm going out for my date, behave yourself, okay Nat? Not sure when I will be back..." She didn't say much, she still seemed off so he just left her there, went to pick up Christie. Either he would push through, or he would tell her he just couldn't do it, come home early and mope for a while. That sounded nice.
 
She heard the door close, looking up from her drawing. Sighing she leaned back in her chair, tipping her face up towards the ceiling, eyes closed. She was seriously fucked, her feelings had only gotten worse since finding his stupid journal. She'd thought it was one sided, but to know it went both ways now? To be the only one to bear the burden sucked. Even both knowing, what could they do? Incest was highly frowned on... Hell she was pretty sure it was even illegal in some states. Slowly opening her eyes she sat back up.

Ocean blue eyes shifted to the alarm clock beside her bed. It was just a little after seven, Cedric had said he'd pick her up at eight. That gave her a few hours alone. Not that she had any idea what to do with that time.. So she just began to do things she wanted. One shower later she dressed in something cute, comfy.. in an attempt to brighten her mood. Stockings that were see-through, save for the bones that ran vertically down her legs. A over-sized lavender sweater with a large white bear face on it, x's for the eyes. Hunger rumbled at her stomach and as she padded towards the stairs she paused before his room.

Natalya stared at the door for a moment before walking in and sitting down on his bed. It was sick to torture herself further but she wanted to read other stories. Opening it up, she hadn't expected to find a new entry. She had just wanted to read an earlier story of what her big brother wanted to do to her. Staring dumbly at the page. It had all been... implied before. Sure, heavily implied... But this was blunt. Heart racing she stared at the page. Her mouth felt dry. Putting the book on his bed she rose to her feet and paced. Emotions raging through her. Her stomach felt odd, uneasy... Walking out of his room she paused in the doorway. What was she meant to do with that info? Growling softly she stalked into her room and grabbed a pastel pink colored pencil before stalking back to his room. Her anger blinding her, making her act foolish.

Why not take what you so clearly want then?
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Looking down at the page she blanched. What had she done... She could erase it, somewhat.. But there would be no really hiding it. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck" Panic rose in Natalya in nauseating waves. She heard his car pull up and swore again. Shoving his journal back under his pillow she shut his door and quickly headed to her room. Closing her door she turned out the light and crawled into bed. With any luck she could push off the repercussions of her actions for a few days at least. For a moment she actually considered burning down their house to escape what she'd done. Her stomach gave a rumble and she ignored it, eyes closed in case he came to check on her. She needed to be asleep. So stupid... She was unbelievably stupid. It felt like her world was going to end.
 
It was a long drive to pick up Christie, a lot longer than it should have been but a lot was weighing on his mind, and he had decided what he was going to do. He didn't want to end it straight away at the door though, and he wouldn't do it by text, he felt he owed her more than that so he had picked her up, made small talk, been friendly, less flirty than he would have been which he was sure was noticeable but he had stuck to his guns. The meal was at a French restaurant and he had reserved the slot just for them, it wasn't overly fancy but at the time he had figured it would be romantic, and that was what he had been going for, now it was just a nice meal, enjoyed with yet more small talk until the very end when he had looked at her from across the table. "Christie...you're a wonderful woman but I don't think I'm being fair to you...I joined Tinder to get over somebody I have feelings for and I just can't seem to shake them, even if I can't have her I can't stop thinking about her and it isn't fair for you, you deserve somebody who is going to give you their full attention, make you the only thing they think about. " He smiled sadly. "Maybe one day I could do that, but not right now. I think it's best we end this before we go any further..." To her credit, she took it well...she looked upset, disappointed, but not angry as he spoke, and they talked for another twenty or so minutes with her even asking questions. He answered about Nat as best he could without telling her it was his little sister...or her name since he was sure he had mentioned Natalya on the last date they had. The drive back to her place was bittersweet, as was the kiss they shared before she walked into her home.

He felt terrible, but he also felt good about what he had done. Now if he could just work up to a place where he could tell Nat how he felt, or get her out of his head everything would be great. Walking into their house, he shouted up to her. "Nat, I came home early...you still up?" There was no way she would be asleep at this time unless she was feeling sick, and that worried him when he didn't get an answer. He knocked on her door as he walked past. "Hey, you okay? Something felt weird earlier, did I upset you?" Nothing again, though his voice had been low so as not to wake her. Shaking his head, he went to his room, turning on the light and was pulling off his jacket when he saw it, the corner of his journal peeking from beneath the pillow. It wasn't the safest place to keep it, but he was careful about it being hidden and he hadn't thought to protect it. Had she seen it? Was that it? Was she disgusted with him and that's why she had been weird? That didn't make sense though, she had been weird after sleeping in his lap, before that she had been fine, hadn't she? She hadn't had time to read it before he woke. He picked it up and opened it, flicking through the pages to the last one, where a message awaited him in pastel pink.

Why not take what you so clearly want, then?

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He read it again and again, his eyes flitting over the words written right beneath his last entry. Minutes passed as his mind whirled, there was only one person who this could be, it was even done with one of her pencils, but...it was hard to comprehend. Was she daring him? Was this a game, or maybe...maybe she wanted it too? But even if she did, he couldn't...could he? More time passed, just rereading it and thinking before he stood up, journal in hand as he walked to her room. He didn't knock, he opened the door and walked right in, turning on the light. "Natalya..." It was clearly in his hand, but he couldn't just...could he? Could it really be so easy? He walked to stand by her bed, looking down at her, eyes filled with confusion and desire, then he threw the journal down beside her. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her, pinning her beneath him as he straddled her waist on his knees, hands beside her head as he leaned down to kiss her lips, a searing kiss of pure need, tongue demanding entry as it pushed it's way between her lips. When he finally ended the kiss, he pulled back, almost breathless, his eyes showing everything she would need to know about what he wanted. "Explain yourself...you clearly went into my room and read my private journal...you know how I feel. Do you want the same? Is that was this is, or is that some cruel joke?" His tone was more like the teacher than the brother right now, though there was a slight smirk on his lips...maybe he could have what he wanted after all.
 
She heard him call out for her, but she kept her eyes closed. Refusing to move or react when he opened her door and spoke softly into the darkness. She didn't want to answer him. She still felt that panic his being home didn't make it go away, it made it worse. She heard her door close softly, Cedric thinking she was asleep. Rolling to her back she stared at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes again. She couldn't sleep, she just let her mind run through what might happen when he found what she had written.

She didn't have any time to react, her door opened and the light turned on. She didn't dare open her eyes, not even with his tone being so odd. He sounded like he did when he taught class, the question the softness throwing her off. She had no idea the journal was in his hand, but she knew he had seen it. There was no other explanation as to why he would just come into her room, turn the lights on.. When the journal hit the bed beside her her she flinched visibly. The jig was as they said, up. He had to know she was awake before then anyway. Still his little sister steadfastly refused to open her eyes. She held onto her stubbornness even as she felt her bed shift as he climbed into it, on top of her.

She didn't open her eyes until she felt his hands on either side of her head. Her blue eyes met his own, his mouth already lowering to her own. Heart racing as his mouth met her own. Natalya had been kissed before, Cedric wasn't her first. Though, the way her brother kissed her.. he might as well have been. Her mouth opened for him a soft little gasp slipping from her mouth into his. The kiss was hungry, dominant everything she'd ever wanted from a kiss. His baby sister reacted beneath him, her tongue brushing his gently, almost shyly. There was a soft little moan just seconds before he pulled back. Her eyes were glassy for a moment, meeting his own. She'd been nearly breathless, that look however stole it from her entirely.

She just stared at him dumbly before she nodded, slowly, not willing to trust her voice. Blush in her cheeks she admitted her deepest secret to him, the one person who she could never have. Never be with. Who wanted her as badly as she wanted him. "For.. years" She let the words tumble from her and fell silent. Letting them sink in. She'd wanted him for so long in a way she shouldn't have.. Was she dreaming? Goddess, she hoped she never woke up.. If there was anything kind in the world, her wish would be answered. She'd live here in this dream world with him... forever.
 
The way she gasped as he kissed her...he knew she hadn't expected it but he just couldn't anymore. Cedric was broken...she might not realise it but she had broken him just by being herself, being perfect in every way for him, being so close that he needed her, craved her like a drug, like oxygen. He had held out, managed to resist but those words in his journal...she knew, she knew how he felt, she dared him to take it...he wanted to protect her from everything including himself but right now he didn't have that kind of resolve...he could, he would give her a chance to back out but if she didn't...he wasn't going to hold back. He looked down at her with hunger in his eyes as she blushed, as she said those words to him. He made a soft noise, a growl, and climbed from her, off the bed, grabbing the sheets and yanking them off with him, revealing her in her pyjamas as he threw them down to the floor.

His fingers moved to his shirt and he started to unbutton it. "You read my journal. I don't know how much of it, but enough to know what I like, what I want, what I need...and how I feel about you." His eyes were on her, looking for hers, his tone still somewhat teacher-like but with an edge to it that was more...personal. "I'm your big brother, your teacher, your guardian. You're my little sister, you're old enough to know how wrong this is, how bad this is." He pulled his shirt off and started to fold it. "So you have a choice. Don't do what I tell you to do, and I will go. We won't ever bring this up again, I won't risk it again...we will try to go back to normal, or..." He placed the shirt down on her desk, and reached to start unbuckling his belt. "You can remove those pyjamas. Right now." Pulling the belt from the trouser loops, he placed it with the shirt, then knelt down to unlace his boots while he watched her still. "Completely naked, lay back on your bed." Taking off his boots and socks one by one, he rose and walked closer to the foot of the bed so he could watch her while he started to unbutton his trousers.

"You will spread your legs a little, reveal yourself to me...look up into my eyes and put both hands on the head of your bed above you and hold it tight, keep them there. Completely exposed, then tell me what you want. Not just sexually." He stepped out of his trousers after letting them hit the floor and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer shorts. "But for everything. If you do that, I will stay...but you won't have another chance to back out before I make you mine, little sister." There was a desire in his voice she would never have heard before as he pulled his boxers down, his nine inches, thick and hard already, springing free as he let them fall down, stepping out of them and moving to crawl on to the bed. "So it's up to you. If you're too scared, if you've changed your mind, if you don't want this...now is your chance to back out before it's too late." With some effort he softened his tone a little, the hunger slipping for just a moment. "I won't be mad if you do...I'll always be your big brother first..."
 
That growl was almost feral and it made things within her tighten in an agonizingly sweet manor. Words still escaped her, but she frowned as he climbed off her, the sheets ripped away from her suddenly. Still laying in her comfy clothing she'd put one before nearly being caught in the act. What was happening? Her mind swirled with confusion. Cold air from the room brushing against her legs, shivering her eyes watched his hands as they moved to his shirt. It was like he was a snake charmer and she was his snake. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes from him, though when he spoke she was able to at least look to his face, enthralled.

Her cheeks slowly blushed. She had read two stories. It was a lot to assume she really knew. One part of her thought she should tell him, the other? Didn't care. She wanted to be his so badly she couldn't even begin to put it into words. Light blue held dark in thrall. She did know, it was why she had held back so long even after knowing. Though it wasn't that long she'd lasted what a week, two? Biting her lower lip, she winced as she felt the pain lance through her skin, but she didn't stop. Her eyes watching as his shirt was taken off. Watching as he folded it. Natalya had seen Cedric without a shirt before, it wasn't all that new, but this was drastically different.

His shirt was placed on her desk. His words seeming to echo in her mind. Do as he told her, or he would stop. Remove her clothes. Naked. her eyes watched his belt even as he spoke, she knew from her little bit of reading what such a simple undervalued strip of leather could do. A part of her wanted to know first hand what it would feel like against her flesh. Shivering as she looked back to him, his instructions continuing. What she wanted... She didn't really understand herself what she wanted, beyond him and she only knew who he was based off two stories. Her eyes watched his pants fall, unable to help as her eyes followed the fabric out of her line of view.

She was scared, but not in a way that made her want to stop any of this. This was.. real. There was one fear, what if she didn't live up to his expectations? Sitting up she watched him as she slid out of her bed. Her stockings went first, slowly rolled down her slender legs, followed by the soft black panties. Watching him, Natalya lifted her sweater up and over her head. The motion was quick and she was left naked before him.

His baby sister was delicate and pale all over. Her breasts were slightly more than a handful in her own hands, her big brother's hand would find them easy to cup. Her waist was slender, tucking in just before her hips, which blossomed out gracefully in a gentle swell. Her rear was tight and perky. His baby sister was also smooth from her neck down, the apex between her thighs hairless.

She could feel her nipples harden as she sat back down, scooting back till she was closer to the middle. Her hands went above her head, hands grabbing onto her headboard before blushing she slowly spread her legs. Her eyes met his, her blush flaming from her cheeks down her neck. Her voice shook a little as she spoke. "I want you.." Pausing it took effort to not look away, to not move. "I only read the last two stories... And have only did a little research on my own.." Her voice fell silent. He wanted her, he had said so. He would be okay with her lack of knowledge, wouldn't he?
 
Cedric watched her, grinning as she blushed for him. It was for him...that blush, he loved it, it was his...right now she was his. He knew it...he was certain she knew it, and he wasn't going to let her go unless she didn't want this. He couldn't...not when he was so close to having the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world, the one thing he thought he could never, ever have. She had climbed from the bed to strip while he had been doing the same, his eyes on her the entire time, drinking in the sight of her naked body openly this time. No guilt...he didn't have time for that now, he didn't feel guilty about what he was about to do...did that make him a bad person? Maybe it did, but he couldn't care when he had her naked in front of him. She was...everything he knew she would be, flawless, beautiful...her shyness only added to it, that blush again as she crawled onto the bed and followed his instructions to the letter. The way her voice seemed to tremble as she spoke, told him she wanted him...he felt that she was scared.

He crawled up the bed towards her, his eyes still showing how ravenous he was for her but his voice was softer when he spoke. "Is that all? Just me?" He reached her and crawled between her legs, gently brushing them further apart to make room for his knees until he was up between her thighs and leaning down over her, his hands again by her head, his height making it easy to lean over her and look down into her eyes. "Only two? Maybe I will have you read the rest...so you can understand just how much I want you, have wanted you..." He lowered himself till his lips were barely apart from hers. "Though I'm sure you already understand that much at least...but Natalya...I want so much more of you, to really make you mine but...you seem frightened, a little." Supporting himself on one hand he used the other to cup her cheek, trusting she would keep hers on the headboard. "Don't be scared. I won't ever hurt you more than you can take, I will always look after you, first and foremost I will protect you, even from me..." He leaned down and kissed her softly, sweetly on the lips, something he had longed to do so very many times. "Look at you...you're perfect in every way, your body, your eyes, they way you blush when I look at you...are you shy? Poor thing...don't be shy...you're everything I could ever want and more."

He slid his hand down her body and then up to his cock, wrapping his fingers around the base of the thick, hard length. His size wasn't going to be easy for her, she was small, he was not...but he would be gentle with his little sister. He guided himself to her entrance, rubbing the head up and down along the slit, his eyes on hers, then pressed forwards just a little, applying pressure but the head didn't even slip in. "Tell me more...tell me that you want this, what you want from me...make me believe that this is okay, that we can have this, or else..." He smiled sadly at her. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anything, Natalya, but I can't unless I know you want this too."
 
Natalya watched as he crawled back onto her bed, over her. She could see that look in his eyes, the same look that she had seen at the mall. A whimper caught in her throat as she nodded to his question. She knew she wanted him. She could feel as her pillow compressed on either side of her head as his hands trapped her in place. Another small nod. Just the two, she didn't know all of his desires, what he wanted to do with her beyond that. Her cheek pressed into his hand, her eyes closing for just a moment. Slowly opening them she looked back into his bright blue eyes. She wasn't scared of him. She knew Cedric would never harm her, though the way he had said it mad her ache sweetly. He did want to hurt her though and she didn't know why but that excited her.

Blushing as he told her how perfect she was, how she was all he had ever wanted. She wanted to tell him, to answer all of his questions but she was having trouble breaking the silence, afraid if she did the dream might break. Even knowing this was no dream.. She couldn't bring herself to. Though as he brushed himself against her virgin lips she bit her lower lip, the little tease making her body ache further. How it knew what it wanted.. needed when she didn't was a marvel for some other time.

His demand was met with silence for a moment, the blush on her cheeks not seeming to fade. She could be brave, tell him.. Couldn't she? She did want this, even if she didn't know what all of this was. It was him and in the end that was more than enough for her. "Please.. I do.." She paused and spoke softly. "I want you to do what I read in your journal... To touch me like you did last night." She didn't release her headboard or move more than what she needed to, her lips brushing his own. "I don't want to pretend I don't see the way you look at me, when you think I don't notice..."
 
The way she looked back into his eyes after nuzzling into his palm told him all he needed to know to be sure that this was right, that she really did want it, but he wanted to hear her say it anyway. He had to...there was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him, he had thought it through when he had read the note she had left him in his journal but knowing and hearing her say it were two different things, and she didn't disappoint him. She spoke softly, her lips just millimetres from his own as they shared the very air they were breathing with each other, the large head of his cock still pressing against her, just the very tip parting her sex and threatening to go deeper, to push inside her at any moment. He could feel how wet she was for him...she wasn't dripping, he took that to mean that she hadn't expected this, that it was a shock and she hadn't had time to process, nor had her body, rather than her actually not being as turned on as he was...and he could feel his manhood throb, he needed her so badly.

"Hmm...I don't know what you read in my journal, but I am going to fuck you..." He pressed his lips to hers to silence her after she told him she wanted him to touch her like he had last night. Did she mean when he had inspected her lip? He chuckled as he pulled back. "I'm going to make love to you first though, I will be gentle...it's your first time, right little sister?" He reached up with one hand and brushed a strand of hair from her face, smiling. "You noticed that huh? I don't know how long you have known how I felt about you...if you felt anything like I have it must have been pure torture being around me, especially knowing I felt the same..." He brushed her cheek with his thumb, then his brow furrowed a little. "Did you...know when we went to choose a dress? Those things you wore..." He growled softly, his eyes darkening as he thought back to those wonderful memories. "You removed your panties. You bent over in front of me..." He smirked, his lips curling upwards at the edges. Had she done that on purpose?

"Don't move your hands, or else I stop. Hold on tight to the headboard." It wasn't a request, and his voice wasn't quite as soft anymore, even if it still held that edge to it. Supporting himself on one hand the other found her throat like it had the night before, pressing just a little, his thumb on her cheek, caressing her as he pushed forwards gently. He groaned as he started to spread her, the head of his cock pushing into his little sister, so tight around him as he took her virginity. It wasn't long before he found confirmation she was a virgin blocking his path and he pushed a little harder, his eyes on hers, insistent pressure until he managed to push past her hymen and into her, gasping as she gripped his length. "Oh fuck, Natalya...You're mine now...I'm never ever letting you go...you belong to me...do you understand?"
 
No, how could she have expected this outcome. Shock, disbelief, anger? Sure. But for him to take her up on her petulant challenge? No. She had honestly though not matter how much he wanted her, he'd hold himself to a standard that wouldn't allow him to do what they both wanted so badly. That thought was unfair, because she could held herself to that standard too, but she just didn't want to. She was young, yes, but she knew better. It was unfair to hold him to such a belief just as it was unfair to tempt her big brother into the position he was in now. She knew he wanted her, why provoke him? Another simple answer that was identical to her original one. She wanted to.

His words drew her attention back to him, the feeling of his cock between her legs just teasing her gently and the kiss silenced any answer she had. Though what would she have said except begging him to do so. Her body ached when he said he would fuck her. She had never really thought of being with any one but Cedric. Even after watching the porn, it had been her big brother she had pictured touching her. She nodded, a small dip of her chin when he asked if it was her first time. When his fingers brushed her skin she leaned into the touch eagerly. There was no point in pretending she didn't crave his touch, not anymore.

The brush of his thumb against her cheek paused as his brows furrowed. Her eyes went wide. Fuck. Should she tell him she tormented him on purpose? That she had done it as almost a punishment of sorts? Wanting to tempt him without making the first move? Her reasoning now seemed silly and she shook her head. She wasn't going to tell him. "My.. Panties interfered with the lines of the dress" She paused and blushed. She didn't want this to start with lies though... "But yes, I did it on purpose... It was the day after I found your journal.." Her words soft and she wanted nothing more than to look away from his eyes, but she held his gaze.

Her hands gripped the headboard and trembled beneath him with the force of command in his voice. It was nothing she'd ever heard from him before. One of his strong hands circled her slender neck and she leaned against that single digit gently. Though when her big brother began to push into, her lips parted in a silent moan. She had never felt anything like it, the little push of his cock into her and her body screamed needily at her for more. Cedric felt big, nay huge.. far to large for her as he pushed himself into her, like his plan was to split her into two. That feeling wasn't shaken as he pushed though the barrier that had once been her virginity.

A soft whimper of pain before it ebbed and flowed away. She could feel her body gripping his length and a moan slipped from her lips, her mouth still parted. Her eyes on his she nodded. His, it was all she had ever wanted to be. His. No one else had ever made her feel the way her big brother did. She didn't want any one else..
 
Her moans of encouragement just made his member throb inside, her, gripped in the molten heat of her core, his little sister's pussy...he had fantasised so much about this and moments like it, about taking Natalya that now he was struggling to control himself. His pace was slow so as not to hurt her too much even though hurting her would likely bring him pleasure too, he had a slight sadistic streak that he wasn't quite sure she knew about yet that was bursting to break free but not now, this was not the time. Cedric groaned, his hips slowly descending and pushing another inch of his thick cock into her. "You little brat..." The words were half growled, half grunted as he grinned down at her, his smile the only thing telling her he definitely wasn't upset with her. He hadn't suspected she had done it on purpose at all, not until now but he didn't mind...he could accept being teased, being worked up, when he had her now. She was his, that wasn't ever going to change if he could help it.

"I asked if you understood..." His tone still a little strict even if the words were gasped as another inch was pushed into her tightness. "Understood that you're mine...if this is what you want, and what I want then...I'm never ever letting you go, I've wanted you, only you..." He couldn't hold back anymore as he felt his hips press against hers and paused to just feel her around him, feel the heat soak into him, the pleasure of every small movement from either of them felt like so much, like he was about to explode right there and then. "Little sister...princess...tell me that you want to be mine, tell me that you want me to fuck you, to take you...use your words..." His hand was still around her throat, his thumb still caressing her cheek as he looked down into the eyes of the person he loved most in the world. He didn't want to move, and yet he wanted nothing more than to start making love to her, a paradox he was overjoyed to find himself in. His voice sank to a whisper as he felt any louder and he would lose the moment, wake up from this perfect dream. "Say you'll be mine...say you'll be only mine, now and forever...Natalya..."
 
Being called a brat made her frown for a moment, but the smile on his face soothed the fear of him being mad. She smiled at him shyly, she didn't mind being a brat as long as he didn't hate it. He'd often called her one as children, well when one of them had been a child.. Her mind snapped back to him as he used that voice on her. Her teeth held her lower lip captive as he demanded she tell him that she understood, that she wanted to be his, that she wanted her big brother, her teacher to fuck her. Her whimper was needy as his hips met her own and she fought the urge to wiggle, to release the headboard and touch him. She wanted to run her hands along his chest.. To feel him.. But she knew what would happen if she lifted her hands from the headboard she grasped tightly.

Leaning into the gentle touch of this thumb, her eyes never left his as she spoke. It took a lot of focus to tell him what he needed, wanted to hear. She wanted to give him that though, to let him know this wasn't just his choice. While her words were interrupted by soft little sounds of pleasure, whimpers and moans they were honest and heartfelt.. Even with her big brother buried to the hilt inside her pussy. "I understand.. I want to only be yours. To have you be mine in return." Her hands flexed above her as her arms began to ache softly. "I want you to fuck me.. To take me.." her voice trembled as she spoke "To be yours to use... and abuse" It was something she had read on Reddit. Nodding she matched his soft words. "Yours.. forever Cedric" Her hips shifted a little and her moan was just as soft. Her body needed and wanted him to fuck her.. the ache unrelenting.
 
Cedric was doing his very best to remain as still as he possibly could while his little sister looked up at him, whimpering and moaning like the little slut she had been when she had teased him at the store. He had a small flash of hunger in his eyes as he considered punishing her for that, not that it had upset him but to teach her that teasing him came with it's own set of consequences but he also wanted this experience to be softer for her, to introduce her to his tastes and desires a little but mostly to just be with her, inside her as he was right then. He groaned a s she trembled, so tight around his thick nine inches, he could see her arms shake and knew it wasn't easy for her, in her place he would be desperate to touch her. He composed himself long enough to chuckle, smiling down at her. "Mine, forever...I like the sound of that, Nat..." The rest of her words had only furthered the desire he felt for her, the need.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips as he started to pull back, half his length withdrawn from her agonisingly slowly before he pushed forwards just as slow again, letting her grow accustomed to his size, knowing that for a virgin it couldn't have been easy to take. He moaned into the kiss as pleasure surged through him, fighting the growing need to be rougher and thankful that at least since he hadn't had sex in at least a year he had more than just that reason to go slow, to keep himself from just exploding inside her already. When he broke the kiss he was gasping, still pumping gently into her and his words came between soft groans. "Only mine...my little sister, my princess...my slut...and I'll be yours..." He thrust a little harder, still so slow compared to what he craved but the friction drove him wild. "Your brother, your Dominant...your Daddy...is that what you want?" He grinned. "Call me Daddy..." He pulled his hand from around her throat and placed it on the bed next to her head like the other, looking down lovingly at her. "Mine to use and abuse...I like that too, babygirl." He had made his decision, if she really wanted this as much as he did he wasn't going to waste energy feeling guilty that she was his sister, his student, his ward...no, he was going to embrace it, it was what they both wanted. "You can move your arms...touch me...kiss me. Show me how much you want this."
 
Looking down her body, past her perky breasts and down the slender line of her stomach she could see her big brother as he withdrew from her slowly before pushing back into her. Her mouth met his with eagerness, her sweet happy sounds of pleasure a soft constant even as they kissed. When he pulled back those sound were not muffled and without reason to be quiet she didn't hold her noises back. The harder thrust after he named her and said he'd be hers was rewarded with a cry that bounced back at her from the wall just behind her, her had falling back as the pleasure washed through her. Her eyes still didn't leave his. Blushing as he called himself her Daddy, then told her to call him it. "Da...ad..ddy" The word was stretched out over a long moan, panting softly. He called her his baby girl and she bit her lower lip. When he said she could move, she didn't question it.

Her hands released the headboard and slid up along his chest before linking around his neck, her hips giving a small thrust up of their own accord. Her mouth found his hungrily. She didn't know what to do with her hands.. her body so she was left to trust her instincts with the latter and the first, her fingers pulled at his ponytail until the rush of his hair was freed and her hands could run through it. Something she loved about Cedric was his hair and now she could touch it without question. "Daddy" This time the name was soft, needy.. She ached her body needing, wanting more. Her hips writhed under him, her voice breathy "I ache.." her cheeks blushed, her words shy with the need.

Her mouth found his again and she gave a small whimper. "Please Daddy?" She embraced the title he wanted like a fish to water. It felt right, even if she didn't understand why he wanted to be called that... nor why she had felt so good at being called baby-girl. In her mind it was because it was a name one might call a girlfriend... and it made this all the more real to her. What they were doing, the nicknames... all of it pounding it home.. exactly like her body wanted him to do. Natalya had no idea of his desires really beyond spanking... But she would love figuring them out, learning about her brother in a way that she never should.. but desperately wanted to.
 
Held over her by her arms on either side of her head like this, Cedric could just look down into her eyes, scarcely believing that this was happening, that he was inside his little sister, that she was his. When she called him Daddy, using that tone, elongated syllables coming with the moan and pants that she was making it drove him wild, his next thrust was harder, taking her as he gasped himself, pleasure spiking at the first thrust that wasn't gentle just for her sake. Her hands had released the headboard and found their way up his chest, just being touched by her was magical, Natalya's fingers on him, exploring him like he had never dared dream would be possible, and then in his hair. She had always helped take care of his hair for him, it had been shorter once but the memory came back of her just in passing mentioning she liked long hair, that it would suit him even, and he had let it grow ever since...even then anything for his little sister.

"That's right...how does it feel? Calling me your Daddy...being my..ah...my little girl?" He thrust again, he had picked up the pace in general but was still being careful with her, gentle, he knew his size made it difficult for her and she was a virgin..had been before she gave it to him. He could feel her hands in his hair, her hips wriggle beneath him, the sounds she made, the blush in her cheeks as she pulled his hair tie free and his fiery orange hair flowed down over his shoulders like a curtain giving them privacy. When she leaned up to kiss him he kissed her back hard, his tongue forcing it's way into her while his hips started to move faster as she said it yet again, more confidently, something else in her tone this time. Need. Told him she ached. Cedric ached too.

One more time and with a please and he was the one panting, so gloriously close to his orgasm as he pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her. "Fuck...you're mine Natalya, so perfect, my perfect little girl...I'm...oh fuck I'm gonna cum soon...cum with me..." He couldn't hold back as much as he would like, driving down into her as deep as he would go, her slick, molten heat wrapped around him tightly, milking him, squeezing him, wringing him with every thrust until he erupted inside her, back straightening, muscles tensing and arms shaking as he struggled even to hold himself up with the bliss he was experiencing. "Little sister...princess....a fuuuuuck...yes...." Just words, he wanted her to know how he felt, he kept his eyes on hers as long as he could as he released, making her watch him as he emptied his seed into her, the aftershocks of his orgasm dying down until he finally started to pull himself free.
 
Even as Cedric thrust into her harder it was the kiss that took her breath away literally and figuratively. The passion, the need the raw demand of his tongue as it pushed into her mouth, claiming her. Calling him Daddy felt good, but like baby-girl she had trouble placing why. She didn't understand his draw to it, but it was the way he had demanded she say it that drew her to it. Little girl.. Gasping she whimpered and nodded as he nails bit into his skin as her big brother thrust harder. "Gooooood" The word was drawn out over a moan, elaborating at the time not a possibility for her at the moment. In a curtain of his hair she met his eyes as he claimed her, praised her. The blush in her cheeks. His. She was his. That thought alone was repeated in her mind like a mantra.

The praise she soaked up eagerly even as he told her he was near his edge. A cry tore from her lips as he thrust himself into her harder, her body eager to respond as the pleasure that had been building up hit her, and she whimpered cumming with him, his name on her lips, though it wasn't Cedric she shouted as she hit her climax. No, it was a lusty "Daddy!!!!" Her big brother. Her Daddy. Her body quaked around him as she orgasmed. Her velvet sheath squeezing him tightly. Moaning, the sounds slowing until she lay under him panting softly. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes slowly closed, lashes coming to rest on her cheeks as she tried to remember what it was like to breathe.

This still seemed so surreal. This all stemmed from her being frustrated and angry. A childish outburst. lowly her lashes rose and her eyes met his. She was his, She knew this. But, what she didn't know was... What did being his mean? The base idea was clear enough, she wasn't stupid. But there more to it than that, she knew it. She opened her mouth and then closed it, unsure how to ask. Suddenly shy, even with hims still buried inside her. Her eyes closed, hoping he wouldn't question what she had been about to say. Knowing in the same breath that was unlikely. Her mind spun quickly to come up with a good response for the question she knew he'd ask her.
 
As his orgasm died down, Cedric's euphoria was still in full swing, the pleasure and satisfaction he felt after getting the one thing he thought he could never have, the one thing he had craved above everything else. His little sister, Natalya, naked before him...his cock was still inside her for fuck's sake, how could anything else in his life ever compare after this? The way her body had reacted to his touches, to his powerful, controlled thrusts as he had taken her virginity and that title, the one he had wanted that she had used oh so eagerly. Daddy. He felt like she had wrung him dry and it was with a silly grin that he managed to push himself up to his knees, resting his ass on his ankles as his hands rested on her thighs, looking down at her. Even now, especially now after he had taken her she looked radiant, flawless to him. Leaving his date behind had been the best decision of his life, finding his journal with her words in it had opened the door to so much. He smiled down at her, his fingers idly grazing over her soft flesh, digging in a little as he pulled her snug against him so that he could stay inside her a little longer.

He could see her unsure of something, the way she opened and closed her mouth as though she had planned to say something to him, ask a question or make a statement perhaps, and he chuckled, what little energy he had being primarily focused into his hands as he pet her thighs. "Yes, little sister?" There was something incredibly dirty about saying that this time, calling her his little sister after what they had just done...so taboo, so wrong. "Having regrets about prying into my journal?" Leaning forwards over her, one hand came to rest beside her head as he kissed tenderly on her lips. "Mmmm...I can't believe you're mine...I'd given up on my silly fantasies, my desires for you, I was just going to let you go...let you go to your school dance and meet that boy, or others, find somebody to make you happy..." Slowly he withdrew himself from her and pulled back from the kiss, his eyes meeting hers. "I even went through the torture of helping you choose your dress, now I get to be the one to have you. How on earth am I going to make it through class with you in there?, looking like you do, my little girl..."

Shifting to the side, he laid down beside her, facing her and trailing his hand up from her thigh to her stomach, a single finger tracing round her belly button as he looked at her. His baby sister, his student, a girl he had been raising. Was he really going to do this? Not to mention anything of her age which was bad enough she was still family, he was her legal guardian and protector. As the feelings he had done something that might just be terrible crept up on him, he tried to shake them off, instead continuing to let his hand trail up her body, for the first time really taking in the sight of her, how young and innocent she was...or had been at least. He had done what she had asked of him, taken what he wanted but guilt was already trying to creep up on him as the high started to leave him, and what was he left with then? What if somebody found out? "Natalya...what I've done, I...oh god..." His hand had frozen just beneath her breasts and his breath had caught in his throat as the world spun just a little bit. Even as everything in him told him he wanted this, needed this, his brain told him something entirely different; he had taken advantage of her, he should have been the one to say no to her and yet he had taken the very first sign that she wanted him and he had taken her virginity, made promises that he shouldn't ever keep. His next words were a quiet mumble as he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her, seeking solace in the one he knew he should be distancing himself from. "I can't believe I just let myself do that to you...ruin you like that..." His voice was breaking a little, like he was torn between what he wanted and what he knew he should have done, knew he should do, but it was already too late.
 
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