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At that precise moment, a complicated feeling of regret was the only thing that filled my mind. I have always kept my distance, being the only family she remembers was a weight I thought I could carry, fulfilling my role as her reliable older brother who is going to be there whenever she needs me sounded like a fairly difficult but no impossible thing to do, but none of that mattered anymore.
The emotional distance I kept from the moment I noticed the unwanted thoughts that wandered through my head manifested in the way of an unreachable hand that extended from her. A car, inches from impacting, was directly on its way to Belle, the world seemed like it was frozen in time, and no matter how much I tried to run to grab even the tip of her fingers, I couldn’t move even a step closer.
When I finally gave up on trying and the only thing left for me was to wish, I slowly tried to close my eyes, not wanting to see the inevitable end, not again.
It was at that moment when a sprinting figure, even faster than the car, grabbed Belle and pulled her out of the way, shortly after, someone else stopped the vehicle on its tracks forcefully, and, without much else to think, I ran to Belle.
Still in daze, she was in the arms of what looked like a public security officer, who was trying to assess her situation.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” she asked.
Belle tried to get away from her hands and stand up but I hugged her the moment she tried. It felt like the air was once again able to go into my lungs, the tight feeling in my chest slowly dissipated as I confirmed in every way that she was alive.
“Wise, I’m okay, you don’t have to be so anxious”.
Taking the hint, I got up and helped her do the same. The public security officer was patiently waiting for us to calm down and when she considered we were lucid enough, she started questioning us and confirming if we were injured.
Normally, I would be able to answer everything with a smooth and prefabricated speech carefully crafted to get us out of PubSec eyes. Years of legally questionable activities left us with a major feeling of distrust to these people, but, aside from the kind demeanor of the officer, my mind was drifting into a pool of guilt and what ifs.
‘What if she got hurt?’, ‘What if the officer didn’t save her?’, ‘What if she died ’.
Even the thought of it was enough to make me want to vomit, an unconceivable fate that at that moment I just accepted, and that sickness mixed with guilt that slowly crawled up my throat was unbearable.
“Wise” Belle called; we were sitting on one of the benches in Lumina Square, waiting for Zhu Yuan to come back.
“Hmm? Is something wrong?”.
“You’re hurting my hand”.
I was grabbing her hand with so much strength that my arm was trembling, I obviously didn’t notice, but even when I did, I was reluctant to lighten my grip.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” I said, complying with what she wanted. I was anxious, I desperately needed to make sure she was by my side, the fleeting sensation of her skin was akin to a breeze, one I wanted to catch and trap between my palms to never let it go.
“Haa...” with a sigh, Belle skillfully opened the gaps between my fingers with her own and intertwined them. “Better?” she asked.
“...Yes” the panic and anxiety were probably all over my face, or at least that was what I wanted to believe. The mere chance that those feelings were noticed by her was unacceptable, so with the best regard to my, already in shambles, mental peace, I decided to ignore the possibility.
Shortly after Zhu Yuan came back, the other girl had already left so it was just us three in there.
“I’m sorry for having you wait here, you can go already, I hope you and your...” she stopped for a moment, trying to decipher what our relationship was.
“I’m his sister” a string pulled on my heart.
“Oh, you’re siblings? I thought you were a couple” she said innocently.
“We hear that weirdly often, even Nicole said we look like newlyweds instead of siblings, are we that close Wise?”
“You could say that, the way we are holding hands doesn’t help our case neither” I lifted my arm to show her the pretty not sibling like way our hands were intertwined with one another.
“Yeah, you have a point, but I won’t stop doing it, it’s pretty comfortable!”.
On one hand, I was glad she found it comfortable and not particularly disgusting, but on the other, the fact that it would keep happening in the future was making my heart ache in a way that I don’t know if I could endure much more.
“Well, sorry for the misunderstanding, I have to go now, I hope you both get home safely” she then waved us off with a smile and went into her car.
The evening was dyeing the sky with a faint orange color, the same that was reflected in Belles eyes as she watched it.
“Do we go home now, or do you still want that dinner?”.
“I want to go home, I’m tired from all these”.
I watched our car in the distance where we left it temporarily to look for a parking spot that in the end we never found. I was tired too, and after witnessing how my dear sister was about to die because of a car, the last thing I wanted was to drive.
“We can pass the night on the car if you really don’t want to drive” she said.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“No, but your thoughts are pretty evident right now” she slowly grabbed both my hands and cupped them with her own. “Wise, for the last time, I’m okay, and I won’t make you do anything you don’t want, we can take the train or just sleep in the car for tonight, my phone is fully charged for some reason so we can watch a movie or something”.
“But aren’t you tired? You need to sleep in your bed” or so I said, because I would very much prefer she slept in my arms until I’m sure she’s real and not a grief illusion.
“I might, but so are you, so stop being stubborn and just prepare the car, it’s not the first time we have to sleep there anyways”
I silently nodded and walked up to the car, it wasn’t particularly spacious but it was enough for the both of us to just lay there and pass the night.
“You should sleep in the backseats; I am fine with one of the front seats”.
“We both fit fine in the backseats”.
“Belle, we are not doing that”.
“Why? It’s better that way, or do you plan on sleep while sitting? You act like an old fart already and your idea is to fuck up your back more than it already is?”
“First of all, ouch, second, yes, that’s my plan, I’m not gonna make you sleep like that and laying together on the backseats is out of the question” saying I didn’t want to was a lie, a very obvious one at that, but what I wanted was not the important part here, it never was in the first place, the fact was that it was wrong, and that’s what was relevant.
“You act oddly obstinate for someone who just had their hand glued to mine and was awfully clingy just a minute ago” she wasn’t wrong, but that was just a slip of my own mind, something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place but I couldn’t stop it.
“...” I wanted to say something, anything to refuse that, but it’s hard to come up with a compelling lie when even now, the residual warmth of her hand was still making my head go in a different direction.
“Wise, you’re acting weird, even more than usual, but I’m tired right now and I have no intentions of interrogating you, so can you just stop being weird and sleep with me, it’s no big deal”.
At this point, refusing was going to bring up a question I didn’t want to answer. Being so stupidly stubborn about something that seemed particularly normal in her eyes was, indeed, weird, in fact, I was the one making it weird by adding to the mix my intrusive thoughts and feelings. I was terminally scared of the possibility of them growing out of my control, the healing distance I was keeping was there with the only purpose of warding the normality we had.
“Ok, but just this time”.
“If you say it like that, I almost feel like you hate me you know...” she said under her breath.
Once again, that distance was hurting her, I wanted to turn and embrace her in my arms, but even when there was no time freeze or a car between us, I couldn’t bring myself to just do what I desperately wanted to.
After a night of bickering, movies and some snacks we snatched from one of the vending machines nearby, we ended up falling asleep in the back of the car, with no blanket and cuddling to stop the cold from getting to us since we turned off the engine and there was no air conditioning.
I tried to calmly drift off into the sweet release of unconsciousness, but the tsunami of thoughts assaulting my head wouldn’t let me sleep. The image of Belle out of my reach, seconds from death was carved into my eyes the same way that the one of my mother's was. All those years ago, with her between my arms and holding my breath to not let the things from Hollow Zero find us, I had to watch how she was reduced to an unrecognizable pulp of blood and flesh.
I had promised to myself at that time that I was going to be everything Belle needed, to be the family and older brother she deserved, to never let her regret having survived.
Maybe it was because we were just the two of us, the way we connected with each other or simply an unescapable dead end, in my eyes, there was no valid excuse for the feelings that slowly but steadily continued to grow roots in my heart, ones that a brother should never have, ones that I must hide until the bitter end.
And so, a long night came to pass, in the end I fell asleep out of pure exhaustion after a couple of hours of anxiety filled thoughts. Belle on the other hand was completely knocked out even when the temperature was freezing cold and even existing was painful
- - - o - - -
Ever since I can remember, she was there. Her eyes, her smile, her shining personality, all of them were always in some part of my mind, I made my goal to make her happy, and for a very long time I thought that was going to make me happy in return.
At the beginning, when all we could afford was a rundown apartment in the city, we used to sleep together every night, snuggled up to not die from the cold. We slept on the floor in a mattress we found in an alley, and barely ate to be able to pay the rent with the money we earned by repairing electronics around the city.
It was when we arrived at Sixth Street after years of going from one apartment to another that we decided to open a video rental store and make our lives there. Our lifestyle remained practically unchanged; we neglected the store a bit for our work as proxies but in the end, we were the same, besides the fact that now we slept on different rooms.
I started slowly pushing her, first I bought another bed for her to sleep in, then I started sleeping at different hours and when we moved out for the last time, I told her to take one of the rooms for herself. ‘You just want me to make up your bed’, ‘I can’t sleep with your snoring’, ‘You keep messing with my music player’, those were the kind jokes and excuses I used to slowly convince her to get her own room, things so trivial that might as well have told her I just didn’t feel comfortable with sharing a room with her.
I felt worthless, harboring a love I couldn’t help but find disgusting, I wanted to cup her face with my hands and taste her lips that were always so close yet so far away from mine, I wished to be able to love her and for her to love me back. For days not so long ago, I entertained the idea of ending my life, but quickly left it behind, she wasn’t at fault for her brothers' feelings, and leaving her alone was the last thing I wanted.
Sometimes I wonder if loving her was the punishment for doing nothing when my mother was about to die, if living having to hide the feelings that so desperately try to reach to her was the result of my own bad decisions or the unescapable destiny that was carved in stone for me from the start.
My unhealthy session of self-loathing in my bed was promptly interrupted by Belle, who, as usual, entered my room without the least care for privacy.
“Wise, have you seen my hairpin? I haven’t seen it since yesterday morning”.
“I think it fell on the cars floor when we slept there”.
Expecting a ‘Thanks!’ and hear the door close, I continued looking at the ceiling with nothing but the burning desire to be hit by an asteroid and finally end my misery. But once again, Belle interrupted my plans and poked my face with her finger.
“Are you okay?”.
I was tempted to just open the gates and let my thoughts flow right then and there, but my self-control and overall ability to downplay my own wellbeing for her was stronger.
“Do I look like I’m not?”.
“Stop, that’s enough prove that you are not, no okay person answers a question with a riddle, you are obviously moody and depressed, what happened?” she knew me more than what my secrets were comfortable with.
“Nicole rejected me”.
“Have you tried blackmailing her with the debts?” she deadpans.
“Who do you take me for!?” I was starting to think her image of me was clearly distorted.
“I was just suggesting, I know that was a lie anyways, now tell me the truth, I won’t stop bothering you until you confess” that was one hell of a threat giving the situation.
“Anby rejected me” I turned in the bed and answered again.
“And the rest of the Cunning Hares too if you keep going that way, you have an easy heart Wise”.
“What can I say, I have a lot of love to give, but no one to give it to”.
“I’m right here though” she said in complete seriousness.
“Stop messing with your brother” I responded while hitting her head.
“Ouch, I’m not messing with you! Aren’t I your cute little sister” and that was exactly the problem, the love I wanted to give was not one I could give to her, not while my already twisted morality was still standing and I had a fleeting sense of what was right and wrong, not matter how sketchy that sounded.
“You should find a boyfriend or a girlfriend if you are so starved for love”.
“Now you sound mad, look! Even Eous is worried, stop resisting and just tell me your worries” she held up the little bangboo over my head, who started rapidly moving their limbs.
“I would fail as an older brother if I let you be worried for me”.
Silence filled the room; I wasn’t sure if she got tired of my stupid jokes or if she was thinking of another witty answer. I was drifting into another nap when a weight pushed down the bed behind me, and shortly after a pair of slim arms embraced me by the waist.
“Wise, I know you try and joke your way out of the situations when you don’t want me to worry, but just one time, let me worry for you” she tightened the grip she had on me. “You are the only family I have left, if something were to happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself”.
I’m fairly certain I always knew that sinking into a hole of self-pitying wouldn’t solve anything, and I discarded facing my feelings for her head on. It was an annoying dilemma, none of the options was entirely bad, but both had the terrible side-effect of being able to ruin my life.
I remained in silence while looking for her hands with my own, a poisonous lump in my throat was keeping me from talking, because the moment I dared to utter a single word, tears I had no excuses for were prepared to fall too. I didn’t have much options to act, my own body was ready to betray me at any given moment, so I did the next best thing I could think of and turned my body to face her in the bed.
The difference in height was clear, the deep navy color of her hair filled most of my vision until she lifted up her face to look at me. A tender and caring expression decorated her face, every little thing in that frame was beautiful, and once again, the deep-rooted desire of just wanting to steal a taste from those lips began to burn inside my heart and ache in protest for being suppressed.
“You know, before I thought it was my imagination, I felt that since a couple of months ago, every time you looked at me, you looked sad, but seeing you cry now has reopened my doubts” she said, reaching to swipe a tear off my cheek.
As expected, I wasn’t even able to control a thing like crying, perhaps my body was just tired of holding so many different emotions in and in spite did that, maybe it was just the obvious result of bottling up emotions and I was trying to give myself excuses as to why I couldn’t hold a simple feeling of unrequited and undesired love. In the end, I was probably going to have to give some answers.
“Belle” I called, without much thought of what to say after.
“Yes?”.
“I love you”.
She looked at me in silence for a moment, trying to figure something out. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I love you too Wise” she said after a time of thinking.
“Yeah, I can see” I said as I buried her face on my chest, the things I was about to say were awkward enough alone, so I wasn’t planning on having her staring at me the whole time I was speaking. “I want to kiss you every day, to wake up by your side every morning, to grab you by the hips and make you mine whenever I want. I desperately want to love you in every way I know”.
A long moment of silence followed after my confession, I waited patiently for what she had to say in return and in those agonizing seconds I wondered all the things she was going to say to me. Nonetheless, after about a minute of just being there, she started to lightly tremble, and soon after, a loud laugh came out.
“That’s the thing that had you moody?” she asked without the least bit of tact, not surprising at this point.
“Isn’t it bad enough that I fell in love with my own sister?”
“Wise, Public Security is probably already looking for us for a number of other questionable activities, don’t you think loving your sibling should be the least of your worries right now?” she asked between laughs.
Even though she was right, the commissions we did as proxies were actually helping other people, and, in the grand scheme of things, were actually harmless most of the time.
“H-hey! Stop laughing! I’m starting to feel stupid for worrying like this, if I knew you were going to react like that, I would have told you the moment I noticed my feelings” my face was starting to feel hot.
“You are stupid! Wise, we slept together most of our life, live alone, people often mistakenly believe we are a couple and you really thought I didn’t think at least one time that maybe my feelings for you too, weren’t the ones you should have for a sibling?”
In fact, it didn’t cross my mind not even a single time, I guess I was just too focused on how she would react and hating myself for thinking about it.
“So that means — ” Belle quickly shut me up with her finger and with a serious expressions asked me something in return.
“Do you want to ask, or do you want to find out?”
The thread of sanity and morality that connected me to earth was suddenly cut by her words, and without nothing much to lose, I indulged myself into the lips I so badly needed. Moment after moment of just letting my desires and feelings dictate my actions, a chaotic dance of tongues and gasps for air.
“Pent up, aren’t we?” she said sarcastically.
“You aren’t one to talk”.
The kisses were messy, neither of us knew how to do it or even if there was a correct way, we were just a couple of stupid people venting their frustrations with each other.
We continued kissing, slowly losing control over my hands that reached for the curves of her hips and the skin under her sweater. I was still hesitant, I didn’t know where the limit was at this point, and besides all that, I had zero previous experience, so I stopped to look at Belle, who looked at me back puzzled.
A game of stares, interrupted by our shy and awkward laughs, I was starting to understand the fact that she probably was as confused as I was, so trying to hold back the urge, I sat on the edge of the bed with her.
“We can stop for now, it’s not a race”.
“Your kind words would be a lot more believable if the guy down there wasn’t ready for war” her finger pointed at the raging bulge that was screaming to leave my pants.
“I would appreciate if you heard my words without looking at my problems”.
“There’s no fun in that” she suddenly pushed me to the bed and got on top of me. “I’ve waited years for this, I’m not going to stop now”.
I grabbed her wrists and pushed her back to bed as payback.
“Then I’ll take up on that offer”.
A deafening silence once again filled the room, and we both started laughing.
“What was that cringy comment?”.
“Oh, look at yourself, Mrs. ‘I’m not going to stop now’”.
I was laughing nervously, even if most of my self-control was out the window by this point, the sheer awkwardness of the situation was keeping me at bay. I have been in nothing but my underwear in front of her a couple of times, but the thought of proceeding with something more than just quick glances and teasing remarks was making my heart go off the rails.
We stared at each other for a moment after a short silence, before both us looked in another direction in embarrassment. We knew what to do but trying to start or asking for it was harder than a lot of things in this room. It was when the seconds started to feel a little too long and the tension was palpable that, sick of giving it more mind space than it probably deserved, I kissed her again.
The wet sounds of our tongues and already noticeable panting weren’t loud enough to shut off the heartbeats that echoed in my head.
“Mhm! Wise — ” the muffled moans she let out were slowly cutting the strings that attached me to my rationality.
I wanted to respond, but I was indulging myself in the one thing I had to resist every time I saw her leave without me, leaving a mark on her. A bug of anxiety was lurking my brain whenever she wasn’t by my side, the idea of another man approaching was enough to make me retch, so to try and subside that obnoxious feeling, I started to gently and not-so-gently bite and kiss every bit of her neck and shoulders.
“That’s gonna- Ngh! That’s gonna leave a mark...”.
“That’s the idea” she immediately blushed.
Once again, my hand reached for under her sweater, touching the outline of her slender body and feeling the curves, finally lifting her clothes until, unexpectedly, her bare breast was exposed.
“You aren’t...”.
“No, I’m not, it’s our day off and we are at home” she said, hiding her face with her hands, a slight plush peeking through the gaps in her fingers.
Without letting her talk more, I lifted her arms as I finished pulling off her sweater. Her blushed face, now exposed, didn’t know where to hide.
“Wise!!” she complained, trying to hide her face with in her shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry haha! It was just too fun to not do it” I finished pulling off her sweater and just smiled at her.
She began sulking and pushed me off the top. “Lift your arms!” she said with an annoyed face.
“Why?”
“It’s not fair if I’m the only one being teased here” after saying this, she pulled off my t-shirt in one go.
As if wanting to get revenge on me for leaving her with bite marks and hickeys all over, she began to do the same, grabbing me with her arms before kissing and biting every single spot she could find.
“Aren’t you a bit too aggressive, I think blood is going to come out”.
“I don’t care; besides, I doubt there’s any blood left here”.
“What do you — !!”.
As if the feeling of her breast rubbing on my own chest wasn’t enough, she started grinding her leg on my crotch, knowing perfectly well the effect she was having.
“Hey, Belle, could you not — Ngh!” I gasped as one of her hands went down my abdomen and grabbed the very clear outline of my erection.
“Could I not what, dear brother?” she whispered in my ear, continuing to rub it up and down.
With something more than my pride on the line, I pushed her on the bed again, this time, Belle herself took off her skirt with a hint of expectation that was starting to make my hands tremble, leaving an almost too alluring pair of panties behind, which I quickly pulled off too. Sliding my hand down her crotch, a wet mess met my fingers when they finally reached for her sex.
“A bit too excited aren’t you”.
“Shut up, I can’t help it”.
With no more teasing remarks to be made, I started rubbing her clit with a hesitant roughness, unsure of how much was too much, before giving up altogether on thinking and slowly sliding a finger inside her.
“Ahn” she was starting to be more vocal, no longer having where to drown her moans. The high-pitched cries that escaped her mouth tasted almost sweet, my mind was dizzy with her scent and, to be completely honest, I wasn’t sure what was real anymore.
The bedsheets were gripped in desperation. I kissed her, feeling the little breaths from her panting on my face and the trying moans that were drowned by my tongue on her mouth, only leaving wet sloppy sounds to be heard. I was intoxicated with all the sensations coming from her, the wetness from the flesh of her walls, the taste of her breast and her skin, moist with the little droplets of sweat that began to form from the steam.
“Mhm! Nghh!!” finally, she arched her back and covered her mouth to not let the gasps and moans escape. Her toes curled and she convulsed a couple of times before falling back to the bed.
Seeing her fall defenseless into the bed, her chest going up and down from her heavy breathing and the damped bedsheets, the smell from our bodies filling my nostrils and the noise of my heartbeats echoing in my head as if it was about to explode. Everything combined in the bed we decided to share for today, and I was infatuated by the sight of her existence.
Care was slowly going down the ladder of my priorities as the panting failed to fill every silence, my jeans felt tight and so did my chest with every passing beat.
“Wise...” her voice ever so slightly called for my name, in a tone even my dreams couldn’t replicate. “Please, don’t stop” her begging excited me more than I expected.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down enough for the very obvious bulge that was staining the fabric of the boxers to present itself to Belle. Then, with a mischievous smirk on her face, she turned and crawled up to me, reaching for my erection and pulling it out.
“He’s more honest than you” she said, smiling with her face inches from the throbbing traitor.
“He’s quite literally unable to lie- Ngh!” she put the tip on her mouth, slowly enveloping the rest of my length with the warmness from it.
With an expertise on the matter that seemed curiously similar to those of the people in the porn tapes that were in some box in my room she continued to suck on my dick, running her tongue down the shaft and licking every drop of precum that dripped down. I was holding back a shameful lot of moans, which only made her speed up her pace.
“You don’t need to hold back those cute moans brother, that’s where the fun is” she said, stopping and sitting on top of my legs.
“A bit sadistic of your part” for some reason, hearing the word brother in this context was no longer disgusting and, even though I didn’t want to admit it, was arousing me more.
Her body was pressed on mine, melting on top of each other, the sweat and other fluids were noisy as we kissed, bit and licked each other. Her waist rubbed my cock on my waist as she went up and down, clearly knowing what she was doing.
It was not long before we couldn’t take it anymore, and after tasting every spot we could fit our mouths in the body of the other, we locked eyes. I needed to be inside her, and by the look on her face, she needed the same more or less. So, hastily, as if we were going to disappear if we didn’t hurry, she climbed on me, putting herself on top of my dick and without much care, lowered herself enough for it to enter.
“Nh!” she dug her nails into my back and bit my shoulder, for a moment I remembered this was supposed to hurt and worried enough to think of another thing that wasn’t how I was about to lose my head by the feeling of her insides enveloping me.
“If it hurts too much we can stop Belle, don’t push yourself so hard” truth be told, I did not want to stop, I was so hard it was almost painful, but her wellbeing was way more important.
“Haha...” she laughed a bit, breathing heavily. “I think this is the third time you lie to my face, and your punishment for that, is this!” without answering my question, she took my full length.
“Ngh, fuck! Belle, why — ”.
“It does hurt a bit, but you definitely don’t want to stop, and neither do I” she was starting to move, bit by bit, slowly grinding my cock on her insides. “So, stop being such a killjoy and do what you want” a smirk appeared on her face.
“You brat — ” I grabbed her by the hips and pushed deeper inside.
“Ahn!! Hey, mmh!” she tried to muffle her moans hiding her face on my chest.
“Oh no, I won’t let you” I pushed her back to the bed, grabbing her hands while I trusted inside her. I couldn’t think straight anymore, the warm folds of her inside enveloped my erection and I couldn’t do much more than moan and gasp at the sensations.
Belle breast bounced as I pumped inside over and over in an almost hypnotic motion. her sweet voice, smell and body was filling every nook and cranny in my skull; she was everything I could think of and I wouldn’t want it any other way. There was no care left in any of us, I kissed her, exchanging saliva and biting our lips, being connected was starting to not feel like enough , so we did everything we could to be closer, skin touching, fucking and moaning alongside in the ear of the other, I was addicted to the feeling of her.
“Wise — !! Fuck, ah ahh...” her nails were scratching my back, probably leaving scars that I almost wanted to brag if asked to.
“Belle, haa... fuck — I’m almost there ” I bit her, kissed her, leave her hickeys but it still wasn’t enough. I needed to make sure she was mine, to leave every mark I could on her, and there was only one thing left I could do to make sure that happened, so I quickened my pace.
“Yes, please! Ah — mhm! Do it, please!!” she clinged onto me, her legs around my waist and her arms around my back. I kept thrusting back and forth, going faster with each movement, the consequences of the thing I was about to do were at the very back of my mind, if they were somewhere to begin with.
I kept going until I felt something rising up my shaft, and as she slightly arched her back in response to her own orgasm, I grabbed her by the hips and started ejaculating inside her, biting her to hide my embarrassing moans. The very thought of filling her insides and marking the last spot I could was exciting alone; my mind was dizzy with the flood of emotions and I wanted to be in that position forever.
Slowly, the pleasure from the climax went down, and we were a panting mess of sweat and various fluids.
“I didn’t expect sex to be this tiring...” I said, I couldn’t even laugh.
“Want to rest?” Belle asked.
“Need to rest in fact” I was about to fall to her side when she stopped me with her hands.
“Hey! Erm...” she looked embarrassed and shy, hiding her blush with her hand, ironic considering what we just did. “Can... Can we stay like this for a little longer?”
“Like what?” I knew exactly what she meant, but the urge to tease her was bigger.
“You know what I mean, stupid brother”.
I just laughed and cuddled her in the bed, falling asleep due to the sheer exhausting of our, hopefully, not last time.