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It started when Charlotte was eight.
Her best friend in the world was her brother Irving. He was a homebody, and epilepsy made the other kids in his classes wary of getting close. Because he had so few friends, Charlie was usually the focus of his attention. She spent more time with him than with their parents. He was eight years older than her, so he was always her babysitter, with their other brother occasionally needing to be watched as well. He made sure she ate, did her homework, and even took a bath. He always played with her, and he was endlessly patient with her, whereas their parents were not. Her parents barely knew she existed, but he always treated her like a treasure. She loved him more than anything.
She loved him so much that she was jealous when her brother got his first girlfriend shortly after Charlie’s eighth birthday. She never expected him to get a girlfriend. Their parents agreed he could after he'd gone six months seizure-free after his last change in medication. Jealousy had burned through her little body, angry that someone was here to take his attention away. Her face had flushed hot, and she watched the girl with narrowed eyes every time she saw her. She didn't like the way this girl touched Irving’s shoulders and back. It seemed too personal. Charlie hated her.
The girlfriend didn't last long. One seizure at her house, and she dumped Irving at school the next day. He had other girlfriends after that, and she hated every single one of them. Some lasted longer than the first relationship, but they always ended the same way. They’d get bored with his medical trouble and dump him. It was easier to handle him dating when he was away at college, especially since his losing streak with girls seemed to continue until two years after he moved out, when he met and moved in with a girl named Starr. He brought her home for the holidays and during the summer. Charlie hated the woman with every fiber of her being, with all the vitriol a 12-year-old could muster. Her hatred of the woman grew with every year her brother was with her, with every post he made on Instagram, with every phone call where she could hear Starr in the background.
As much as she hated Starr, her adoration for Irving grew as he got older and more and more handsome. She’d unknowingly caught him with Starr enough times to be curious about what they were doing. So she dug through his room for the adult magazines she knew he’d left hidden there. She touched herself in the same way those women did. Her chest never filled out like theirs, but her hips had widened substantially when she hit puberty. She always touched herself more when Irving visited, knowing he was just a bedroom away. When he would leave, she’d spend the next several weeks touching herself in his bed, surrounded by his smell.
It felt good, but she never really understood why people did it so much. She learned why when she got her first boyfriend at fifteen, a boy in one of her classes who bore a striking resemblance to Irving. They had one experience in her bed, she’d blown him and had her first orgasm when she finally convinced him to go down on her. She dumped him the next day, unable to shake the longing that she’d done all of it with Irving instead.
Starr left Irving when Charlie was sixteen. He had to quit his job and move back home soon after, per the recommendation of his doctors, so he wouldn’t be alone if he had a seizure. She was elated he was back, but he was like a ghost of his former self. He was sad and quiet, and it bothered her that Starr's leaving affected him so much.
It was summer, and she spent most of her days trying to cheer him up while their parents worked. It wasn’t the same as when he left. He didn’t coddle her like before, and he would stiffen and shift away when she leaned against him when they watched TV. It hurt having him put distance between them, even though she would catch him staring at her occasionally.
At night, she’d touch her slick center when she could hear him touching himself. She didn’t even know if he was aware she could hear him moaning. She would bury her face in her pillow and squirm, and when he was done, she’d stop, hot all over from hearing him but never able to reach a climax. She was only ever able to get off when she did it in his bed while he was out at doctors' appointments. She’d leave streaks of her juices on his sheets and feel hot all over again at the thought of him sleeping in her mess. She thought she’d get away with it forever until he caught her one afternoon, sprawled naked in his sheets and rubbing her clit.
“Charlie?” It felt like electricity shot through her when she heard his voice.
Her eyes snapped open and moved to him, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. She orgasmed the moment their eyes met, and his eyes went wider when she moaned and her back arched.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, voice rough as she closed her legs and slowly sat up.
“Uh… your bed is softer.” She said meekly, shoulders shrugging.
She grabbed the pile of her discarded clothes on the floor and jumped when his hands were on hers. Her breath sped up when her hands were yanked up and she was forced backwards, bouncing as she hit the bed hard enough to push the air out of her lungs.
“Liar,” He bit out, “do you think I'm stupid?” He loomed over her, hands tight around her wrists now.
“A little.” She admitted and yelped when her hands were yanked up above her head and pinned with one of his. “Stop it! Irving, I'm naked!”
“Now you're bothered?” He asked, his free hand dropping to hitch her leg up, and she gasped at the bulge that pushed against her wet folds. “I've been able to see your pussy in your shorts every time you bent over since I moved home and you're worried about being naked?”
Her face flushed hot, and her eyes fluttered when he ground down against her. She couldn't contain the soft mewl that escaped her throat, and his eyes narrowed down at her. He repeated the motion, drawing out another sound, and her eyes watched his hand slide down her thigh. She was breathing hard when the tip of a finger grazed her clit. She went limp when his hips drew away and the pressure on her cunt was gone.
“You ruined my pants.” He said, and she could see where she had soaked the denim of his jeans.
“You're the idiot who put them there.” She mumbled, licking her lips when his hand slipped away from her pelvis, and he yanked the button on his pants open.
His attention shifted then and she frowned when his cock wasn't immediately pulled out of his pants. He let go of her and leaned over her, and she tilted her head. Her brows furrowed when he yanked the case off his pillow. Her eyes went wide when he wrapped the fabric around her wrists and knotted it tight.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, wide eyes following his hands when they dropped back to his jeans.
“Treating you like the stupid slut you've been acting like.” He said, brow arching at her, “Or are you going to tell me you haven't been parading around like a whore trying to seduce your big brother?”
“I wasn't…” she went quiet when he pushed his pants down and pulled his cock free.
“Is this how I've always needed to shut your stupid mouth?” He teased, stroking his hand over the turgid flesh. “You just needed my dick to keep you quiet, huh?” He dragged the head of his prick over her slick and throbbing cunt, cooing softly when she let out a soft concerned whine.
“Wait, Irv don't-” she cut off with a sharp intake of breath, eyes going impossibly wide when the soft spongy crown of his cock sank into her.
The stretch burned, and she pushed her bound hands against his shoulder. Her breath shook when the intrusion sank just a bit deeper, and the burning was replaced with a sharp pain. She held her breath, tears stinging her eyes when he sank further.
“Stop.” She breathed, still pushing at his shoulder. She hiccuped on a soft sob when he tugged her arm over his head, “Please stop.” She was crying in earnest, her hands burying themselves in his hair as he leaned down.
“Nah.” He chuckled.
He gripped her hips tightly, drew his hips back a little, and then bucked forward. He groaned when his girth was fully sheathed inside her. She squealed and sobbed loudly, squirming to get away, but he held her tight. He remained still as her sobs quieted, and he leaned in to lick a tear off her cheek.
“Isn't this what you wanted?” He whispered, smiling at the dazed, tear-filled eyes that met his. He smiled wider when she shook her head.
She squirmed, breath still coming in sharp pants, “It hurts.” She breathed, and he hummed.
He rolled his hips, drawing out just enough to make her back arch up. The whimper she let out when he thrust forward, refilling the space he carved into her cunt made his cock throb. He repeated the motion, eyes hooded as he watched her face scrunch up in pain.
“Oh, you're so dramatic, Charlie.” He sighed, “Don't act like you're brand new to this.”
“I've never done this.” She bit out, head shaking frantically, and he did pause at that.
“Are you a virgin, baby sis?” He asked, heat lancing through him.
“Well, not anymore!” She pulled his hair, and he snorted, smiling at how her cheeks flushed at what he called her.
“Do you want me to be nicer?” He asked, voice soft and husky, and her face went red. “Want me to treat you like a princess instead of the stupid bitch you are?” He smiled wider when tears filled her eyes again.
“Irv…” he let out a soft coo at the way her voice shook.
“Sounds like you don't.” He murmured, leaning down again to rub his nose against hers. Her eyes fluttered, and her breath trembled across his lips. “I'm gonna punish you for taunting me since I came home.” He breathed, licking her lip and groaning at the shaking whimper she let out.
“Please.” She whispered, sighing when his mouth pressed to hers.
He moaned into her mouth at the way her pussy clenched around him when his tongue slid against hers. He gripped her thighs tightly, pushing her legs up as he drew his cock out of her. He glanced down when only the head remained snug in her throbbing cunt. He saw slight streaks of blood on his skin, proof he'd stolen her innocence without even thinking about it. He bucked back into her, watching himself disappear into her tight pussy and she cried out, going stiff under him.
He looked back at her face as he repeated the motion, again and again. Tears were staining her cheeks, and she was flushed and panting. A dazed look was in her eyes and they fluttered every time he fucked into her hard. He leaned back to take in the full picture of her under him. He felt bad for half a second, realizing how small she still was. Then her pussy clenched around him and she came hard, letting out a weak wail.
Bruises were already blooming on her hips and her thighs where he gripped her. She could barely form words after her orgasm. She whimpered and cried out as he pounded her hard. Everything ached with every buck of his hips. She was surprised she even came with how much his cock hurt her.
But this was what she wanted.
She wanted him to ruin her. She wanted him to take whatever he wanted from her. Her eyes went wide when his thrusting lost its rhythm and then he sank into her cunt and stilled. The increasing pressure made her eyes flutter and she mewled his name when she realized he was filling her with rope after rope of hot, thick cum. It filled every part of her pussy, oozing out around his cock and drooling down her ass to the sheets.
“You're okay.” He murmured when she whined as he pulled out, massaging his thumb into her hip. He smiled when she let out a soft adorable hiccup when his cock slipped free of her clenching center. “You're alright, your big brother has you.” He watched as cum poured out of her abused opening.
“Promise?” She whispered, and he looked up, watching her blink sleepily down at him.
“I've got you forever now, Charlie. I promise.” He said, pulling her into his arms and cuddling, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
Charlie smiled into his chest, humming when he pulled her leg over his hip and his hand snaked down to her aching cunt. Now that he'd given in, she was never going to let him go. She fell asleep in his arms, happier than she'd ever been in her life.