Chapter 5: Chapter 5: best sis-mommy ever

The warmth of my sister's body wrapped around me as I lay with her, my body still trembling from the cold and the weight of the day's events.

"It's okay, Noah. I promise nothing like that will ever happen again, okay?" she whispered into my ear, her voice soft and steady, sending a quiet warmth through my chest.

I sank deeper into her embrace, our bodies molding together. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel safe—protected by her warmth.

"I'm scared... scared it'll happen again," I whispered into her chest, my voice trembling.

She pressed me tighter against her, my face sinking deeper into the soft, warm cushion of her breasts, completely enveloping me in her heat.

"No other bitch is gonna lay a finger on you as long as I'm breathing," she growled, her voice low and possessive. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging lightly as she tilted my head back just enough to plant a slow, deliberate kiss on my forehead.

My face grew warm. I didn't hate it—the gentle kiss just caught me off guard, leaving me unsure what to feel.

"Go to sleep now, Noah. I'll order breakfast for us tomorrow morning," she murmured.

I pulled the blanket higher, wrapping it around us to keep out the cold that crept through the cracks of the door.

She kept cooing soft, soothing words into my ear as I drifted off, and for the first time this week, I felt completely safe and loved.

(Sara pov)

"Stupid fucking moid. So lucky his stupid sister came in to stop me — I would've beat her ass. Yeah, definitely... I was just shocked. Yeah, that's it."

"Ugh. If I can't have him, I'll ruin him. I'll spread stories until everyone believes we were together — he'll chase me to clear his name, and I'll parade him like the prize he is."

I grabbed my phone off my desk and started texting everyone I knew from school. By tomorrow, the entire campus would be buzzing with the news that he got on his knees, buried his face between my thighs, and ate me out until I came on his face, and then agreed to be my boyfriend.

I muttered to myself, staring at my phone with a sly grin. "We'll see how you handle this, Noah. You'll be on your knees, eating me out, tongue working me over until you're begging me to clear your name of all this mess."

After sending the last text, I leaned over to my desk drawer and pulled out my pink toy, the one I'd engraved with Noah's name in bold letters along the shaft.

I smirked to myself, my voice low and teasing. "I hope you're thinking of me right now, Noah, obsessing over that moment I nearly made you mine." My fingers traced the toy for a second before I slid it inside me, my walls clenching tight around it. I paused, letting out a soft gasp as my body adjusted to the fullness, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine.

I slid it out slowly, teasing myself, before thrusting it back in with a desperate force. My eyes rolled back, a shudder ripping through me as I squirted hard, soaking the sheets beneath me. My climax hit like a wave, all from just one thrust.

"F-fuck..." I gasped, my voice shaky, chest heaving. "I've gotta last longer. Noah's gonna be pissed if I can't hold out for him."

I lay in my bed, my chest still rising and falling heavily from the intensity of my orgasm, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mind wandered, consumed by vivid thoughts of Noah. I imagined pinning him beneath me, his desperate whimpers filling the room as I fucked him relentlessly. I could almost hear him pleading, "Please, harder," his voice trembling with need. I wanted to push him to his limits, to drive into him until his cock was raw, bruised, and aching from the brutal pace.

I clenched my fists, bitterness boiling inside me as I muttered under my breath, "I fucking hate you, Elara." My mind raced with dark fantasies, picturing her walking through the door just as I had her little brother pinned beneath me. I could see it so clearly—his flushed cheeks, his glassy eyes rolling back, that perfect ahegao face as I pounded into him without mercy. I wanted her to see him trembling, hear his pathetic little moans of "Oh, fuck, please, more," while I gripped his hips and made him mine right in front of her shocked stare. I'd smirk at her, letting her know this was my revenge, making her watch every thrust as he unraveled completely.

"So lucky I let you go unharmed elara, next time I see you, I'll have your brother under my body, ravaging him."

(Elara pov)

My fingers drew circles on Noah's spine as he slept, his chest rising and falling in calm rhythm. He belonged under my watch.

"So cute. So mine," I muttered, low and sharp. "After tonight I won't let you out on your own. The idea of anyone taking you from me makes my blood boil."

I looked down at him, his head resting on my chest, eyes closed in deep sleep. A smile crept across my lips as I whispered, "So adorable." Lifting his head by his hair, I captured his mouth with mine, claiming his first kiss as my own.

My excitement surged, hands moving on instinct, reaching down to grasp his untouched manhood. It was still pure, still waiting to be marked by me, his one and only soulmate.

"Mine," I murmured against his lips, my grip firm but teasing. "No one else will ever have you. You owe me everything."

I gently guided his head back down to rest against my chest, his steady breathing showing he was still fast asleep, lost in dreams. My hands slid to his lower back, fingers pressing lightly against his warm skin as I shut my eyes. A deep longing stirred in me, a desire to drift into sleep and escape to a world where it's just the two of us, forever intertwined.

"Sleep well, my love," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible. "In my dreams, no one else can touch you or see you, It's only us." My grip tightened just a little, possessive, as I let myself sink into that fantasy, our perfect, isolated world.