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Leon was far too old to be climbing into his big sister’s bed. He knew that, and so did you. Yet you had a soft spot for him, something that stopped you from shoving him off when he snuggled up much too close for a step-brother.
You knew you should’ve cut the habit long ago, but the sight of tears staining his pale cheeks, blotchy red and hiccuping sobs for you to make it better .. you couldn’t say no. Being a cop was so hard, he’d whine to you. Being away from you so long was even worse. It wasn’t exactly normal to have your stepbrother depend on you the way he did. The way that Leon loved you and clung onto you was closer to a boyfriend.
You hoped one day some lovely woman would come sweep him off his feet so he’d finally get out of your bed. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like anytime soon.
It left you in bed, sometime past midnight when you felt weight dip on your mattress. Leon. If you weren’t so worn out, you would’ve made a sorry attempt of telling him to go back to his own room. But it was late, and you were exhausted from a long day. He wasn’t going to listen, so where was the point in turning him away?
He was like a lapdog. Or a puppy in heat—that part you refused to acknowledge. You didn’t say a word as you felt Leon’s arms wrap around your stomach and tug your back close to his chest. He nuzzled your hair, his nose bumping the back of your head as he did so. You were in no mood to lecture him on boundaries, deciding you were better off letting him get comfortable. That’s all he was going to do after all.
Usually you were awake when he came in. He’d give you a kiss on the cheek (toward your mouth, in which you’d turn so he’d miss.) Maybe you never noticed the way his hands wandered your stomach, or how his fingers skimmed beneath the hem of your shirt while you were asleep.
“You’re s’ pretty, sis.” Leon mumbled into your hair, pulling your body further back against his hips.
You kept still as possible, not wanting to tell him off at that time of night. You told yourself he must’ve been lonely. It wasn’t anything other than a touched starved stepbrother. When you felt his movements to be more deliberate, swearing you felt something pressing against your ass, you thought it was natural. Leon wasn’t turned on by his unconscious stepsister. No way in hell. That was perverted, and he was a bit odd, but never that weird.
Your hitched breath made didn’t go unnoticed, feeling him press a kiss to your shoulder.
“Shh, It’s just me.” He spoke softly, fingers rubbing up and down your stomach. It was meant to comfort you. Not the fact your stepbrother was touching you in a way he shouldn’t be. When you didn’t say anything, he pulled your shirt to the side, pressing another kiss to the bare skin revealed. You wanted to squirm away from this affection, but you didn’t move a muscle.
Leon took your silence for submission, or confirmation you were out cold. Foolishly you’d assumed that if he realized you were fast asleep, he’d leave you alone. It seemed to be the other way around. You heard shuffling behind you, but didn’t think much of it until you felt something much warmer and wet rub between the cleft of your ass. The warmth of his hands on your stomach tightened, rhythmically grinding against you.
You cursed yourself for only sleeping in thin pajamas, for feeling the smear of precum through the fabric. Every moral in your body had looked away, your cheeks burned red and your body reacted in a way you couldn’t control. You knew you should’ve kicked him out your bed .. but it felt good.
The breathy whimper in your ear had your thighs squeezing together unconsciously, the unwelcome excitement of being humped by your stepbrother. His hand slid further up your shirt, sweaty palms rubbing against your skin as he groped at your breast.
“Fuck, big sis-" His breath was hot against your ear, all whiny as he used you for pleasure. It was slow at first, but it seemed he was getting close very fast. “I love you, love you s’ much,” Leon babbled, squeezing at your breast and grinding against you with vigor. He was leaking so much, and the sick part of you wished you could feel it on your bare skin. Not just through your clothes.
His noisy little mewls were muffled into your hair as he got closer, humping you like a pillow, choking out your name over and over. He was pathetic, kissing at your neck sloppily as his release approached. He was getting carried away, not caring if you caught him in the act.
“Sis, sis, gonna cum,” He whined, squeezing you so tightly it almost hurt as he rubbed himself against you. Shaky hands pushed your shirt up to expose your bare back, his breath coming in short huffs. You felt the hand on your breast slide down your stomach, as if he were itching to touch you more. He was holding back, and the thought had you wishing he wasn’t.
Leon whined something pathetic between your name, babbling on about making such a big mess. With a particularly loud moan, you felt something warm and sticky on your back. Wet. You held back any noises of pleasure as you realized what it was.
“F-Fuck,” He stammered, nuzzling into your hair. His arms encircled your stomach, one of his legs swung over yours as he cuddled you even closer than before. As if he hadn’t just defiled his own stepsister in her supposed sleep. You decided to bask in his affections and ignore the dried cum on your skin when you woke up with him in your bed.