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Unconventional. That’s what it was. Leon knew it was stupid to show up at your door like a lost puppy. He sure had the looks of one. Might as well brought a wet cardboard box with him, not a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He was acting like your boyfriend, bringing flowers and showing up at your door late at night.
You opened it, faced with your brother. The sweetest boy you could ever ask for. “Leon?” You rubbed your eyes, all sleepy. Of course you weren’t asleep, he knew your sleep schedule better than that. “You should’ve called.”
Leon looked back at you with that stupid boyish grin. Lord, how you wanted to smack it right off his face. But he was too cute to resist. Too pretty to smack around. “Cmere.” You give in, letting him pull you in.
“I missed you, sis.” He mumbled into your hair, squeezing you tight. “Missed you so much..” He mouthed at your cheek, not caring if anyone walked past the doorway. Nobody would’ve guessed you were twins anyways. Fraternal by nature, looked nothing alike. Half the time people didn’t even know you were related, so it wouldn’t be such a strange sight. If someone asked if you were dating, Leon would get embarrassed. He’d flush red and quickly correct them. “No, no, no, she’s my sister.” with frantic waves of his hands. The assumption should’ve been expected. The affection and close relationship was cute when you were kids. You’d kiss on the mouth and your parents thought it was adorable. But into adulthood, it wasn’t so cute anymore.
Leon stumbled you back into your apartment, missing the door with his foot and almost kicking a hole in the drywall. (those flowers forgotten to the floor. not like you’d thank him anyway.) You giggled against his lips, “Calm down. you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years.” It had only been a few days, you were right. “I know. But, I missed you.” Leon admitted, looking all puppy dog eyed, lips pretty and wet from your mouth.
“You missed me?”
He nodded, hands resting on your hips. “I did.” He ducked his head down, shy. “I always do.”
“Well, call next time. What if my boyfriend was here? Hm?” You loved to tease Leon. You got a kick out of how he would pout and flush red. He could never stay mad at you. Even if you had to go and rain on his parade.
Leon’s smile dropped at the mention of your boyfriend. It was almost comedic how much that man got under his skin. The same boyfriend that had been hanging around since highschool. When you’d bring him over when your parents were off on a business trip and fuck him silly in your bedroom. Leon could’ve sworn you faked it. Those pretty moans extra loud as if you wanted him to hear it. At first he’d try to drown it out. Ignore it like a normal brother would. But the sounds of you getting fucked only one wall over had him tugging his boxers down and jerking himself off like he was the one making you feel so good.
He knew it was wrong. Fucked up, gross, whatever word you wanted to throw on it. But nothing made him cum harder than the thought of you. The sound of your whimpers. Back then, he could only wish you’d say his name like that. He imagined it plenty of times. Except now, he didn’t have to imagine. “He’s not.” Leon pointed out the obvious, his hands rubbing up to your waist. Delicately, like you might break if he squeezed to hard. He was used to being “tough” With gear and gunpowder, but with you, he was all smiles and baby blues that yearned. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have you. He could: the only thing standing in the way was .. you.
“I don’t get why you keep him around anyways.” He was frowning, hands sliding up your rib cage. It wasn’t to trap you, no. Just to have you. To hold his precious sister like he’d never get to again. He always feared every time would be the last time. It was the same story over and over again. You’d fall into bed together, all sloppy and passionate kisses. Pleads of “don’t leave me, don’t say we can’t do this anymore.” from your brother.
You opened your mouth to say something, but Leon was quick to cover it with his hand. “—Don’t say it’s because you love him.”
You rolled your eyes, muffling something against his palm. He knew you’d say something like that. (always knew, it was annoying.) You loved your boyfriend, but you loved your brother more. You were so condescending with those sweet words. Sugar coated just the way he believed. You had a strong bond, as fucked up as it was. They say twins have some sort of secret language, as if you could read each others minds. Carry on late night conversations without saying a word.
You pushed Leon away, as if he wasn’t strong enough to keep you there. “Don’t be that way, baby bro.” You said it oh so patronizingly. “baby bro.” Only because you were cut out your mother’s tummy a few minutes before him. Back in that sterile hospital room with pink and blue balloons and flowers, who knew you’d grow up to be this way. Inseparable, but never independent.
“Leon .. My poor baby brother..” You cradled his face in your hands after pushing him off, pulling him back in the way he loved. “You know I couldn’t love anyone the way I love you.” He could’ve melted right there. (or came in his pants.) When you said that. So sweet, so manipulative .. but Leon would never call you that. “You don’t mean that.” He tried to turn his face away, but you squished his cheeks tight enough to smush his lips like you might kiss him. “I do mean it. I don’t say things I don’t mean.” You rubbed his warm skin. “Not to you.. you know that. You know he doesn’t mean a thing to me compared to you.”
That rotten boyfriend. Leon hated the thought of someone else’s hands on you. Another man’s cock stuffing you full, making you moan his name just like you did his. It made his stomach ache, made him cry in your arms after sex like a girl. “Really?” Leon placed his hands over yours on his face. He looked at you like you were his goddess, his lover. Not his sister. “Really.” You smiled.
When he smiled back, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Leon nuzzled into your hands like a kitten, not caring how pathetic his behavior was. Falling for your loving tone without a single doubt. Of course, he had doubts. Fears. A fear that you’d come to your senses one day. Pack up and leave town without a trace. Never to see you again, never to feel you again.
You sensed those thoughts as soon as they came to his mind. His brows knitted together, blue eyes all glassy like you’d said some nasty remark like you did as a teenager. “What’s wrong?” You hummed, almost in a baby voice. He hated when you did that. When you coddled him like a child in need of his mommy. Your mother didn’t care too much for her .. incorrigible twins. Although Leon turned out to be a picture perfect golden boy, she wasn’t stupid. People around you knew. They knew that Leon and his sister were uncomfortably close. Saying a man shouldn’t be so dependent on his own flesh and blood, turning to you in times of need. If you weren’t there, he didn’t really exist. Not that he’d want to without you. It didn’t bother him the way it should.
“Nothing, it’s stupid.” He shook his head, leaned into your touch. Nothing? You knew it wasn’t nothing. You sighed, breath warm on his face. it made him shiver. Made him grasp your hips and lean into your shoulder as if he wasn’t taller than you.
Leon clung onto you like you’d push him away. “I … worry, alright? I worry that you’ll mean it some day.” He admitted. It was embarrassing to be so vulnerable, he didn’t meet your eyes when subtly leading you to sit down. The same sofa you’d both cried on , both fucked on. Leon didn’t like calling it that. He loved you. He’d do anything for you! So calling it something he’d do after a few too many with a girl who had your eyes wasn’t the same thing.
“Mean what? I say alot of things I don’t mean, Leon.” You tried, letting him pull you onto the couch with him. “What I mean is—you always say we can’t do this anymore.” He leaned in, forehead bumping yours. “Everytime .. you tell me we can’t do this again.”
“Leon. Don’t start. Not tonight.”
“Yes, yes, tonight.” He pleaded, trembling hands resting on your shoulders. Maybe grounding himself, or you. He wasn’t sure. “Please, you can’t leave me hanging. Don’t do this to me.” You could hear the ache in his voice, see the pitiful hurt in his eyes. Dreadfully built up after all those years.
“I’m not doing anything. Just .. don’t think about it too much. That’s what your problem is.” You reciprocate Leon’s intimate nature, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut. You knew how to break him down. Knew how to tell him what he should feel. That he was the problem.
He knew deep down he wasn’t the problem. Or maybe he was, considering how morally backward your relationship was. But it didn’t matter, not you. Not when he had you, even if it was only in fleeting moments like these. Leon’s lips were soft against yours, albeit a bit sloppy as he insistently licked into your mouth. This wasn’t right, you both knew. The way your mutual attraction drew him back in during moments that should’ve been talked out. Communication was never a man’s strong suit, but Leon didn’t shy away from saying what he felt. Not with you. But as soon as he felt your hands on him, it was no good.
He groaned, like it hurt him to break the kiss. “Don’t say anything.” He spoke feverishly, his kisses trailing down your throat. He knew you well enough to know your tendency to leave him high and dry. “Please, I love you, sis.” He mumbled against your skin, dragging his mouth down your collarbones. You felt the warmth of his lips, the passes of his tongue against your skin that made you shiver. You knew with your better judgment to push him away. To end this before it went too far. But you didn’t, and you never did.
When you didn’t push him away, Leon continued to crowd you on the couch. “Let me make you feel good.” He whispered, already running his hands down to your hips. “Please?” He looked up at you expectantly. As if he’d get on his knees and beg for it. Which he would, without a doubt. You nodded, giving silent permission.
“That’s good. You don’t have to say anything.” He assured, ready to take the fall for you. He’d rather you didn’t say anything more, in case you’d kick him while he’s down. Leon carefully draped you on the couch, his sister .. so pliant for him. “You’re so pretty.” He thought aloud, tugging at your pajama shorts. He studied your face, the way you seemed so nonchalant, but nonetheless willing.
“I’ll be quick. I bet you’re tired.” He was being considerate, hands splaying beneath your t-shirt as he pulled your shorts down your ass. Leon ducked down, laying on his tummy as he pressed open mouth kisses to your abdomen. “Always been so beautiful, sis.” he mumbled, trailing his kisses lower and lower. You had been beautiful for as long as he could remember. Way back to playing house as kids, you’d be a beautiful bride even now.
You looked down at him, his eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to your panty clad cunt. All soft and warm, Leon had very soft lips, you’d have to give him that. “I missed this. I missed your pussy.” he was blushing red, as if saying these things out loud was as wrong as doing it was. “Missed how soft and warm she is.” He added, nuzzling against the damp fabric.
You squirmed, his hands holding your thighs apart when he pulled your panties to the side. He looked up at you, making sure you weren’t going to push him off and go to bed. Because you were never predictable. But you didn’t. You tangled your fingers in his hair, getting a nice groan out of him.
Leon knew he should take time to kiss your thighs, your feet, your legs.. whatever you wanted, but he missed you too much. He leaned in, licked a drooling stripe up your folds. “Mm-I needed this.” he mumbled against your pussy, spreading you open with his fingers. He moaned, suckling your clit clumsily.
“Leon,” You gripped his hair, tugged his face closer so his nose bumped your clit. He was always eager and sloppy. Swore you felt his spit pooling down to your asshole as he lavished your slit with attention. You saw him shift his hips, lazily humping the couch as he went down on you. “Taste s’ good.” He whimpered into your cunt, eating you out like a man starved.
His hands roamed up your hips to your tummy, down your thighs. He caressed each inch of skin he could, half-lided blue eyes gazing up at your face. He was quite the pretty boy, you thought so. Tugged at his sandy blonde hair as you felt that sickly sweet release building. He knew it too, how easy you came undone from his mouth. Sloppy kisses and suckles had you bucking against his face. You whimpered, a sudden gush of arousal that he eagerly lapped up. If Leon had a tail, it’d be wagging in a blur behind him.
“Leon, Fuck,” You tilted your head back, hand falling from his hair. If not for the way your thighs squished his face, he wouldn’t have moved away at all. (not that he minded — being smothered between your thighs was a heavenly way to go.)
Leon’s hips shifted uncomfortably as he sat up. The undeniable bulge in his jeans nestled against your thigh as he caged you in. He was so hard — Leaking in his boxers, took everything in him not to start humping you like a puppy in heat. But he’d made you feel good. That’s all that mattered. He leaned down, elbows on either side of your flushed face, and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss. You tasted your own juices on his tongue, felt him moan into your mouth as he ground his hips against yours. “Sis,” He panted, kissing down your jaw. “Need you, need you so bad.” He pushed your shirt up your chest, fingers grazing over the exposed skin of your breasts. (skin he loved, almost as much as your face.)
You knew you ought to stop him, kick him out your apartment, do the sensible thing. But nothing about this was sensible. And neither were you. “Oh,” You run your fingers through Leon’s hair as he parted his lips, breath hot over one of your nipples.
“M’ tired, Leon.” You admit, lazily stroking his hair. It was soothing to him, even as he painfully throbbed against your thigh. He’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Even if it got a frustrated whine out of his him.
“Relax, for me then, sis.” Leon suggested, pressing an open mouthed kiss to one of your nipples. You squirmed, and he took the opportunity to lavish more attention to the sensitive buds. You certainly wouldn’t fight him. Certainly knew you’d wake up with your overly affectionate brother there. Leon pulled off your tit with a slick pop, resting his blushing cheek against your chest. All wet with spit, he didn’t mind it. “I’ve got you. Just want you to be happy.” He mumbled, nuzzling against your soft skin. He subtly rocked his hips against your thigh, a breathy whimper escaped his throat. It would get him through the night, as much as he wanted you to make it better.
You were cruel. Mean enough to deny a man his natural urges, but kind enough to stroke his hair and say i love you. And that was good enough for him. You could string him along for the rest of his days, and he’d die a happy man.