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MC POV
My disgusting older brother.
His bookbag is heavy when he finally comes out of his room before work at the monastery. I would laugh at the irony if he weren't doing so well in the community.
But nothing about him isn't twisted into some sort of lie.
"You don't really believe in that religious nonsense, do you? Momma said that it was all a ploy for money." I tear off pieces of bread from my sandwich, making a mess on my plate. I only ate the peanut butter out of it. His eyes watch my movements.
His frown is legendary. Very few have seen it. But I get the honor of seeing it all the time.
At least it's better than his fake smile.
"Momma also said you joined so you wouldn't have to get married. Is that true?"
He pauses before his next bite of food. "Why are you such a little shit today?"
I throw a piece of bread at him, and he glares.
"You didn't answer my question." I lick more peanut butter off the bread and watch his jaw tick.
"I don't want to marry. I don't think I'm capable of loving whoever our mother and father assign to me."
I throw another piece of bread at him. "Momma thinks you might be gay," I sneer, giving him a sideways look.
His eyebrows raise. "And what if I was?"
"You'd probably be a bottom. I bet you'd love taking it up the ass." I want to get a rise out of him, but his shoulders seem to relax.
"Unfortunately, no. I'm not gay."
"Hmm. Well, you'd better not like anyone because you spend all your time buried in books and praying. No one is going to like that." I toss the rest of my sandwich on the plate.
"Oh? And what will you be like when you're my age? Seventeen is when everyone expects you to marry in this forsaken town. You only have three years left." He picks up both our plates and sets them in the sink. "Gods, you're messy as hell."
I roll my eyes, kicking him under the table after he sits back down. "I sure as hell won't work at the church."
"It's not a church, dumbass."
"It might as well be."
Caleb comes home late, and I listen for his loud footsteps past my room. Our rooms are huddled together across the house from our parents. Lucky for them, his footsteps don't wake them up.
He tugs a chair out from his desk and must sit down. My alarm will go off in only a few more hours.
I wake up to soft noises, and I roll over. My bedroom door is partly open, and I blink myself awake. I never leave it open.
It takes me a moment to orient myself before I get up and investigate. The noises get louder.
Panting and huffing. Easily recognizable.
Gege must be masturbating.
A sick thrill rushes through me at the sound. If I catch him, he'll probably be horrified. Our little church boy is panting like a dog in his room.
A wicked grin overtakes my face as I approach his door. He actually fucking whimpers.
I bet Gege has a tiny cock. If I see it, I can finally make fun of him.
I wrap my hand around the doorknob quietly and count to three. I throw the door open then, excited for my discovery.
Gege doesn't stop for a moment, and I get the regrettable privilege of watching his hand pump a few more times before he realizes his bedroom door has been flung open.
I think it takes both of our brains a moment to catch up.
I am not as excited as I was before. What the fuck was I thinking?
I look down at where his hand is holding his cock, and multiple realizations clog the pathways in my brain at once as I stare.
No. No, no, no. I turn and sprint back to my room, heart racing and my hands trembling.
What the fuck, Gege? What the fuck was that?
His cock was gigantic and thick. Not something I could even jokingly try to make fun of. And, wrapped tightly around the tip, was a pair of my used underwear.
I walk out for breakfast, thankful when Momma starts a conversation. Soon, Caleb follows, walking down the hallway as if nothing happened.
He sits right next to me, talking sweetly with Momma before she leaves for work. Once the front door closes, we both sit in silence for a while.
"So," he begins, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest. "What the fuck were you thinking this morning? You walked in with a giant smirk. I didn't even hear you coming down the hallway."
I count the last few chews it takes to finish the bite in my mouth, then swallow thickly.
"I could hear you being gross in your room, Gege." I hope he feels awkward. I want him to be embarrassed.
"Yeah?" He takes a long sip of coffee. "So… you decided to sneak over and burst in. To embarrass me."
It's not a question. I narrow my eyes at him.
"Yeah, and you should be embarrassed. You're disgusting."
"Why?" He says it so passively, and I watch him take another bite. A smile quirks the sides of his mouth.
"What-" I fumble. "Why? What the fuck do you mean, why?"
"Masturbation is totally normal, especially for a boy my age."
"No, it's-" I pause again. "Masturbation is normal, sure." He is still smirking at me, taking bites of his breakfast. "You know what I fucking mean, Caleb." I hiss at him.
"What? Did you not like how big I was? Your eyes almost popped right out of your head."
"Shut the fuck up!" I rush out, blushing. "That wasn't what freaked me out! It's… It's what you were-" I sputter. "It's what you were doing it with!"
"A pair of underwear?" He leans back in his chair.
"Not just fucking any pair!"
"You really like to beat around the bush, don't you, Meimei? You can't even fucking say it out loud." I freeze, watching his eyes get a little dark. "What? You want to hear me say it or something?"
"Y-yes! I do. You're a fucking pervert."
He leans in closer to me, and I have to keep myself from backing away from him. He's in the wrong here. Why am I so nervous around him all of a sudden?"
"Hmm, well," he says in an almost singsong voice. It grates my nerves. He's barely a foot from me when he leans in. "I went into your room this morning. Did you know you're a heavy sleeper?" He pauses for effect. I stare at him. "You were fast asleep, so I did what I always do. I found a fresh pair of your panties."
"What you always do?" I nearly squeak out in surprise. "You just-" I put down my fork. "You just come in and take them? The used ones?" He's perched his chin on his hand, enjoying my shock.
"Yep."
"T-then you just-"
"Damn, you want a whole breakdown, don't ya? I sniff them, lick them, wrap them around my cock-"
I slam against the table as I leap up, my chair toppling to the floor behind me. My fists are clenched, and I pant with stress. "What. The. Fuck. You're a fucking monster! A fucking disgusting big brother. What the fuck is wrong with you, Gege?"
"Don't ask me questions you don't want answers to. And don't burst into my room again," he snaps at me, getting up as well. He grabs his bookbag, then shoves the front door open.
I am left standing in eerie silence.
Caleb POV
It's a damn fucking shame. I rush to the monastery today a little too early, shoving through the front doors and bowing to my mentors.
Meimei was disgusted by me.
I throw my bag onto the bench in the small study and sit down in a hurry. I don't move for a moment, clenching and unclenching my fists.
I always imagined the moment Meimei would catch me. I thought about how she'd burst in on me just like that.
I lick my lips, trying to bring back some moisture.
She'd find me and realize just how badly she wants me. She'd see her big brother's massive cock and salivate.
I'd replayed it all in my head so many times.
I pull the largest book from my bag and set it open on the desk to the dog-eared page. I've memorized nearly every single word.
Nüwa and her brother, Fuxi. Creators of humanity. Brother and sister. Husband and wife.
My mentors said we are destined for our reincarnations when the time is right.
Even if that time is curated.
I prayed to Fuxi for the last two years, making more and more offerings. How do I bring my Meimei closer to me? How do I have her the way I want? I would give up everything for it. I would give up everything for even the most violent touch from her.
I tried to work normally that day, but my mind wandered. I had finally decided what to do.
MC POV
I went to school, trying not to overreact. What did all of this mean? What the hell was Gege thinking?
It wasn't normal to lust after your sibling.
Once I was back home, I found it empty. Everyone must have to work late… including Gege. I grit my teeth at that.
I open the fridge and gawk at the package I find there.
"This is my way of saying sorry, Meimei. It won't happen again." My eyes go wide at the contents. Little sweets.
I growl a little, shaking my head.
Stupid Gege. Does he really think that sweets will make me forgive him?
I pop a few in my mouth, humming at the soft flavors.
A soft crunching sound rouses me, and I hum as I open my eyes.
I wake up to a forested landscape moving slowly around me. It is almost soothing.
My eyes are heavy, and I hear a groaning noise. I think that was me groaning.
I blink a few times, trying to piece together the last few hours. I feel like my body is getting heavier, like my arms are beginning to come back online.
I try to look around, flexing my jaw a little at the discomfort.
Where am I?
I suddenly register a heat against me, and I look down. I'm being carried by someone. I try to flex my legs, but they don't seem to respond.
Everything feels like a dream.
I feel a soft pat on my leg, almost reassuring.
"Hang in there just a little longer, Meimei. We're almost there."
I try to find my own voice, my tongue too heavy in my mouth. I can't seem to speak well, yet. "Ge…. ge…"
I hear him huff out a contented noise. "Yes, Meimei. It's me."
"Gege…" It comes out like a whimper. My voice is low and heavy.
He pauses for only a second before continuing to walk. "Save your strength."
"Mmmph, Ge… ge… Gege…"
He groans. "Meimei, seriously. Shut it. Hearing you moan my name like that is… distracting."
My brain is too foggy to understand the implications, and I continue to groan, trying to get my voice to work again properly.
I close my eyes, and when I open them, I am looking up at an ornate ceiling.
It's beautiful. I stare up at the carved figures, the painted sky. Paintings of snakes and birds coil around the lotus statues.
I groan again, blinking up at the ceiling. I try to move my body, and find it is much more responsive now.
A voice cuts through the silence, low and chanting. The words fumble through my head, half in a language I don't understand. I can feel movement around me, and I realize I am lying in an inch of water. It's warm and steaming.
"Gege?" I groan, and I'm surprised to hear my voice sounds somewhat normal. The voice continues, steady and strong. I feel something like a vibration in the water around me.
My body is still so sluggish, and I try to lift myself. Something prevents the movement in my limbs. I'm tied down.
Panic sets into my bones, and I tremble. No, no, no, no. I yank my bindings, looking around fully at my surroundings.
The walls are covered in markings, paintings, and scratches. My eyes search and search for the voice, seeing candles all around. Then I see Caleb, kneeling at what looks like the edge of the pool, items piled around him.
I focus on him, staring in horror as I look closer at the items. Dead animals, melted wax, burnt paper.
What is he doing?
"Gege!" I half-scream at him, but he doesn't stop chanting. His hands move in a practiced rhythm. "Stop!" I tug at my bindings again, crying out and wailing for him. "I'll do anything you want, Gege! Just stop!"
I turn to find him shoving his hands into the water, blood and paper and ink color the liquid around me. I choke in the air, sputtering and panicking.
He finally stops chanting and looks up at me. He stands up, watching me struggling with a sharp interest. Then he steps into the pool. The water is up to his hips, and I look around to see I'm on top of a round dais, higher up in the water.
He wades closer until he stops next to the edge of the raised platform. He looks over my body, his smile quirking at the edge.
He's holding a knife. My eyes go wide as I look up at him.
"No-" I choke out. "No, Gege," I'm wailing at him, struggling harder than ever. "No, no, no… please, Gege!" I start to sob, looking up at his face. His eyes finally meet mine, and he cocks his head. "Don't, Gege, please. I'll be a good girl for you, Gege!" I'm sputtering in between my sobs, my whole body shaking with my cries. "I'll do anything you want. I'll… I'll-" I sob again, my voice echoing up the temple walls.
He raises an eyebrow. "Anything? You're trying to offer me anything I want, now?"
I nod frantically, watching as he slowly walks around to the bottom of the dais. He sticks out the knife then, running it down my chest, over my belly, and down to my hips. I choke in another breath. The blade is cold.
"W-wait! Gege…" He smiles wickedly at that. "W-what do you want? I'll do it… I'll do it, Gege!" The blade slides between my legs, pressing only enough to let me know it's there. I stare in abject horror, trembling harder.
"You know," he whispers, almost to himself. "This is what I've always wanted, Meimei." The knife traces between my legs, up and down.
"M-my… pussy?" I shudder out.
He snickers at that. "Everything, Meimei. Your love, your future, your body." His eyes focus between my legs. "And yes, you're sweet little pussy."
His eyes are so dark.
"Y-yes, take it then, Gege. Put your cock inside of me-" I rush out, my body still struggling against the restraints. I'm desperate to be untied. Desperate for Gege to stop this terrifying game. I'd say anything to end this.
He closes his eyes, air hissing out of his mouth. "Fu-ck, Meimei," he whispers, removing the knife from between my legs and leaning his arms against the dais. "Say it again. Whose cock do you want?"
I still my body, trying to keep my voice steady. "Gege," I swallow thickly, trying to stop my shaking. "I-I want my Gege's cock… t-to pop my cherry. Only Gege's cock!" My voice wavers a little, still.
His eyebrows furrow, and his mouth pops open on a deep groan. I stare at the way his neck and ears turn red with blush. His hips move a little, and I look down to see his pants tenting above the water. What if he actually puts that in? I gawk at the size, gripping my bindings.
He opens his eyes then, reaching out to touch my ankle. I jump at his touch.
"I can't wait, Meimei," he grinds out, and my eyes go wide. "I can't wait to make this little pussy all mine." My trembling gets worse. "I want to hear your little whimpers and cries when we're tangled up, making love. I'll give you everything you could ever want."
He walks around to my side again, and I stare up at him desperately.
"Maybe," he begins, a smile overtaking his face, and his eyes go dreamy. "When you really mean those words you just said, I'll pop that sweet little cherry." Then his face drops a little. "But not in this life, Meimei."
Unbelievable pain erupts in my chest, and I stare down in disbelief at where his hands are.
The knife… He stabbed me.
I whimper, not able to speak. My vision gets blurry.
"I'll see you soon, Meimei. I'll wait for you again." His voice begins to fade and warble, and I am met with utter darkness.