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Vil sighed quietly, watching as his dearest and only little sister spun around in front of her mirror before pulling her long black shirt off and putting on an even baggier white one, putting on a black jacket over it. You weren't horrible at fashion, but you were acting like an insecure man! at least, in his eyes… You refused to wear anything he gave you, fake gagged at any ruffles in your line of sight and if you, Seven forbid, were faced with anything pink, you acted as if it was the end of the world! He simply couldn't believe that his little sister was going through this phase…

He tried so hard to do it gently at first, he thought, sneakily switching small parts of your outfit to ever so slightly more feminine versions of themselves, slightly nudging you towards cute items that'd look good on you everything would, even nothing whenever he took you shopping, making 'small' jabs such as "are you sure you want to go out in that? Well, alright then…" however, you just simply never acknowledged his efforts! You continued to willingly put yourself in unfitting, baggy, solely dark coloured clothes, and smiled all the while! He just didn't get it. Why would you dress like a homeless person on purpose?

He felt someone pushing against his chest, and snapped out of his thoughts. He looked down at who it was, already guessing it was you. He had been basically watching you change, after all… You looked up at him with an annoyed expression, only to quickly switch into having your arms crossed, leaning back a tad and tilting your chin up to be in a more 'manly' position. "Get out of my room! You're so annoying!" He could tell you were trying to sound manly and laid back, but your voice was more akin to a whine at the moment. He frowned narrowly as his eyes trailed down your body, everything covered by unnecessarily baggy clothing that it seemed to him you wore only in retaliation to him and your father.

A quiet moan mixed with a whimper escaped your mouth as your big brother held you facing him on his lap, two of his fingers thrusting slowly into your tiny hole. You were already grinding against him, practically humping his hand whenever he stopped moving his fingers for a minute. Trembling, you leaned forward slightly only to be met with a spank against your rear end from his free hand for not asking first. His eyes narrowed sternly down at you, in a tiny baby pink skirt with long white stockings, a ruffly white shirt with short sleeves, long, baby pink soft gloves… Once he got sick of you acting out, he took it into his own hands. Pulling you right over to his room to punish you. He pulled his fingers out just as you started babbling something about how you felt an unfamiliar, about to burst feeling in your stomach, immediately regretting telling him as you were deprived of it actually bursting. He'd done this at least three times by now, and you just kept reminding him anyway… How silly. It must've been the tomboyish thoughts making you stupid, of course. It couldn't be anything else.

Needily, you let out a loud whine as tears dripped down your face, frustrated and overstimulated while he pulled his fingers out you with an inappropriate squelch and picked you up. After pulling the already impossibly short skirt down to your thighs, he sat down in front of his tall, large mirror and bent you over his lap. His eye twitched feeling you squirm and thrash, a loud slap echoing through his room when his smooth hand collided with your ass, you're lucky Eric isn't home... You whimpered and gripped his thigh, resulting in another smack against your rear end.

"Don't you have any manners? You dirty child…" He spat, forcefully correcting your posture with a scowl on his face.

Slap, Slap, Slap, it felt neverending… Your ass was surely red as a strawberry by now, but he just continued with the occasional light scratch with his sharp, purple nails or teasing you by so slightly rubbing your clit, making you buck and moan only to switch back to spanking you for being disobedient towards the rules he never stated. You couldn't take it any more! You'd been counting earlier, and gone up to 47… No, 48…? Before giving up, and that felt like years ago! You swallowed your pride audibly before cautiously looking up at him and letting out another quiet sob, bucking your hips into his hand yet again. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time…

Your eyes met his and you eventually let out, in a cracked, quiet voice, "please…" He raised a pointed eyebrow at the plead, pulling your hips up again before fondling your pussy folds to make it harder for you to answer him. "Please what?" He asked sarcastically, moving one of his hands to your chin.

"Let me, please!" You whined, not knowing what it was you wanted in the first place. At least, you didn't know what it was called. You wanted to burst, to let out the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, let it pop. He huffed quietly and moved his hand away from your ass, picking you up yet again and this time setting you down on his pillow. He spread your legs over it, smirking down at you and cupping your cheek gently to press your lips together with his and trace your hole at the same time which you squealed into his mouth at.

He stuffed three of his fingers into you, making your eyes roll back at finally having something inside of you again. As he thrust his fingers in and out of your wet, red and swollen tight heat, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and forced you down onto your back. You felt both the soft feeling of his bed under you and the suffocating hot feeling of him on top of you, desperately jerking against his fingers and closing your eyes when you started to feel that uncomfortable yet amazing feeling inside of your stomach again. This time you couldn't warn him about it even if you wanted to, his tongue curling around yours and fingers pressing against your gummy walls before you jolted and released your clear essence over his silk pillow and impossibly soft fingers.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips for a split second before breaking as you panted and huffed for air like a dog. He cracked a smile before switching back to a straight face, pulling his fingers out and wiping them off on your stockings. He'd just get you new ones later, and he'd rather you have his saliva dominating your mouth instead of your release, of course. You should always be covered in your dear big brother's marks. Your small body twitched, red in multiple places and sweaty everywhere. Seems like those warm stockings, arm warmers and ruffly shirt were suffocating in more ways than one… Oh well, beauty is pain after all. This is all to make you behave and be what you're supposed to be, his cute and submissive little sister. Not some tomboy that paraded around in ugly much-too-large-for-you clothes. His expensive silk pillow was now covered in your sticky cum, but that just made it better, didn't it? As long as it was only for him, he'd allow the mess just this once.

"Now, you'll be a good girl right? You won't be wearing that unflattering clothing any longer of course. Don't let the thought even cross your mind, darling." He scolded, though he could tell all you were thinking about right now was how good you felt. Your legs spread wide and twitching, drool dripping out of your mouth, little babbles spilling out of your mouth which he could only recognize one word from, "Brother…" He'd be the one dressing you from now on.

Dinner with father tonight was awkward, you were looking at the Seven know what and barely touched your food, plus you were wearing a cute purple dress with pink bows incorporated basically everywhere on your outfit! Your father could've sworn he spotted a small white stain on your lips while you came down the stairs before Vil wiped it off with an uncharacteristically wide smirk…

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All that could be heard from Azul's room was sobbing, loud, loud, sobbing. His mother stood in front of the door and silently slid delicious food under the door with a sigh. It had been two weeks, two weeks since she divorced her husband. He'd taken Azul's younger sibling with him, and she kept Azul. Azul wasn't taking it well, especially since they weren't allowed to visit at all. His father moved on land with you, and refused to let Azul or his ex wife come to see them. She was giving him alone time to process everything, as long as he needed. Even though his cries echoed so very much…

In your shared room, he was curled up in your old bed, gripping your pillows like a lifeline as his own empty bed stared at him. A few tentacles curled around himself and a few holding up pictures of you that he stared at. His face was red and puffy, tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. He couldn't talk even if he wanted to, his voice hoarse. It'd be impossible to make out the words he was trying to say. His throat hurt like it was being torn up by sharp teeth from the inside, but he didn't even try to stop crying. He wanted to let it all out, he wanted to never think about this again. But he knew he wouldn't be able to manage that. Not without you. You always comforted him when other mers picked on him, curling your tentacles around his and rubbing his chubby face even though you were the younger one. He should've been the one protecting you, his dearest little sibling. Not the other way round. He let out another pathetic whimper, stuffing his face into his bedsheets to not look at you but inevitably lifting his heavy head back up again to stare at those pictures of you again, as if he hadn't already forcefully memorized them completely… You'd always be with him if he memorized you completely and pretended you were there, right?

Floyd and Jade didn't see him for a while.

You sat bare in your new room, the unbearable silence making your ears ring as if in warning. You still weren't used to your human legs, and human… Other parts. It was cold, shivers running through your body. But you didn't enjoy having those tight clothes on, and Why'd you have to wear so many layers of them, anyway? Panties just to cover between your legs before covering them again with pants, shorts or a skirt? A bra to confine your boobs only to cover them again with a shirt or dress? What was the point? And why was it weird to to have them out? Under the sea, you didn't wear anything. It's not like there was much to cover either way. Wanting to distract yourself from the tears brimming at your eyes, you traced your legs from top to bottom, pressing against your knees and squeezing your thighs, you soon moved your prodding hands between your legs. The folds felt weird and soft to the touch, you began kneading them before you found yourself letting out a long noise when you felt a strange feeling in your tummy. Maybe that's why you had to cover it, to not let out loud noises in public! That's right, dad told you that you needed to stay quiet and not bother anyone in public spaces. He said that it was 'rude' or whatever.

After a minute, you shivered again and pulled your thick, light blue blanket over your shoulders. You usually avoided using it since it reminded you too much of Azul's eyes, but you were too distracted by the strange new soft place between your legs. Slipping your hand slightly lower, you mewled and kicked your legs while you touched a strange part poking out from between your folds. It felt good, so why'd your body seems like it didn't want to be touched there? You didn't have much time to think about that particularly when your father burst into the room, not noticing what you were doing just yet. You moved your hand away, covering yourself more and he didn't seem to find anything wrong with you. He sighed and walked closer, petting your head and cupping your face to check for any injuries before walking back out and closing the door behind himself after seeing you were just fine.

You blinked, tilting your head to the side and looking back down at your puffy part. It was now more pinkish… How interesting, before you looked back at your white bedsheets and blue blanket, being reminded of your big brother again.

You cried into your pillow again that night, clinging to it like a lifeline.

Azul hummed quietly as he looked through the contracts he was currently making for his new patrons, ignoring Floyd who was actively bothering him, yet again, about that one, singular picture he kept of himself and his sibling. Floyd, along with Jade, of course knew them. They were so cute and small! You had growled and kept Azul behind you when they first came to pay Azul a visit, snapping your teeth at them and moving to hold Azul. Then, you had thanked them repeatedly after finding out they wanted to be friends  acquaintances with Azul! But you stopped coming with Azul to hang out with them after the few-month period of Azul not coming to school or anywhere at all. That led them to ask him about it, to which he responded with endless tears and they had just barely made out a they left from his muffled words. Jade eventually stopped but Floyd never ended his questioning about what happened to the little mer, still bothering him even now, four years later.

Azul sighed and rubbed his temple, eyes watering which he hid well. Floyd still noticed, and found it funny. Maybe that was part of why he kept asking about them. It was just so funny to see Azul hiding his despair.

"They left with my dad, I told you already." Azul gripped the in-progress contract in his hands just slightly tighter, blinking just once too much.

That's when Jade opened the door to Azul's office, his usual 'calm' smile on his face before he grinned. His sharp teeth bared, he dragged in someone Azul had never expected to see again. Azul twitched at that unbearably familiar face that was twisted into a fearful expression, their arm being held in a vice grip from Jade. You looked over at him and blinked, eyes widening further. Floyd grinned aswell before walking closer to you and wrapping his arms around you as if he was your long-lost brother, not Azul. He squeezed you to the point you wheezed and huffed, scratching at his back weakly as he lifted you up.

You heard a "I'll put 'em in your room, Zuzu~" along with a dark chuckle from the other twin before losing consciousness, arms falling back to your sides.

Waking up, you clung to whatever was closest to you which just happened to be a tentacle you hadn't seen in years. Your vision was blurry, making you attempt to focus on one thing specifically. Looking behind yourself, you saw your big brother staring at you with puffy, watery eyes. You swished your legs in the water as you felt Azul's hands gripping your hips, moving your own hands to grip the sides of this pool he had you in. He pulled you further into it and wrapped a tentacle around your legs, pulling them up to push you into a mating press position. You noticed that you were already naked, your clothes nowhere to be seen. He sobbed into your shoulder as one of his hands traveled between your legs, his hand clinging to your pussy like one of his suckers. You jolted and moved your hands to his wrist, trying to pull his hand away only to be met with another sob against your shoulder.

"I knew it, you definitely hate me… You probably did even back then! But I'm not that silly little octo-twerp anymore… I've changed, I swear! I can protect you now… Not the other way round! I promise,…" You interrupted him with a shake of your head, making your not to headbutt him in the meanwhile. Your legs wiggled slightly but didn't manage to get away from his tentacles, instead making them tighten around your thighs. "Azul… You… I thought…" He kissed the back of your neck before nuzzling into it, his hand still tightly grabbing your pussy. After a minute you tried to speak again through your shock, but instead let out a shaky moan when he moved to sink a finger inside of your slippery hole. The water served as lube, letting his fingers in but in turn making you more sensitive.

Soon enough, a tentacle started prodding at your folds. Two of his fingers spread you, allowing the tentacle to start pushing it's tip in. And all of a sudden, it felt thicker and longer than it looked. You attempted to kick your legs and scream as it began forcing itself inside of you, Azul still softly kissing your neck and nuzzling into your shoulder. His free hand covered your mouth even though he wanted so badly to hear you moan his name, he'd just have to save that for later. For now you'd be too busy screaming, but soon it'd feel good. He promised. After a minute you twitched and bit down on his hand when you felt a sharp pain. Blood starting to stain the water, Azul smiled and moved his now also bleeding hand between your legs. He mixed his blood with yours in the water, sighing happily.

"Isn't this amazing? Once I fill you up, I'll have you back into your mer form and keep you right here…" He looked lovestruck, staring right into your wide, fogged over eyes. He kissed you so softly and frowned against your lips as he saw you still looking as if you feared him. "D-don't worry! It's so that the pregnancy can go well… Going somewhere else suddenly while you're pregnant won't be a nice feeling, I'll make sure the babies are safe and sound when I release them somewhere else. But that's when they're born, not in your tummy… Why are you still crying? Doesn't that sound nice…? We won't have to be apart ever again!" He rambled on, all the while his tentacle kept sucking at your walls. "Oh, right! Don't worry at all, I'll make sure at least one comes right back! And you'll feel better in no time in my care! You'll stay here with our babies, just until I graduate. Then me, Floyd and Jade will take care of you back in the Coral Sea! Doesn't that sound perfect…?" You weren't too focused on his words, instead trying to stay conscious as his tentacle pushed in deeper and deeper. You swore you could feel a bulge poking out from your stomach…

Eventually you felt the tentacle still, calming down for a moment before you felt a sticky release plant itself in your tummy. You cried out and bucked, your eyes blurry and squinted. His tentacle pulled out and he shoved a plug into your hole, keeping his release inside of you. He kissed you once more before you passed out, rubbing your back.

"Oh dear, I'll need to clean this up…" He mumbled to himself, seeing the large red spot in the water that was slowly spreading as he wrapped your tired, shivering body in a towel and warm, thick blankets.

Your curled around your round belly, pressing your cheek against the blankets and he cooed, falling in love with you again.

He'd have to explain this to your parents later.

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Sat at the dinner table with your family, you smiled as Cheka climbed over onto your lap. Your older brother Leona sat right beside you as usual, rolling his eyes as Cheka nuzzled against you. Leona could sense the guilt you were feeling at the moment, though. He was itching to just make you say what it was already. He watched you from the corner of his eye, his ear twitching while he took a big bite of the steak on his plate. He growled quietly as Falena chuckled and mumbled "Mind your manners, Leona." But hearing you muffle a laugh after was worth it.

Dinner continued as usual with you occasionally feeding Cheka when he didn't want to move his hands, always patting his head lightly right after. Still, Leona couldn't ignore the feeling you were hiding something, with how you were mostly quiet and spoke quickly when you had to talk. You forked another small piece of meat into your mouth when you realized you were playing with your food too much, only to almost choke hearing Leona speak loudly, as if alerting everyone here. Servants outside the room could definitely also hear him.

"So, have anything you want to tell us?" Leona stared right at you with sharp narrowed eyes, making you let out awkward coughs even after getting the meat down. You stroked Chekas hair when he grabbed at your shirt, trying your best to ignore the stares from your parents and Falena. Even Cheka was looking up at you with large brown eyes.

You sweatdropped, looking pale for a moment before regaining your composure and shaking your head. Your voice was trembling, but you tried to look as normal as possible. "Where'd you get that idea?" You looked away from everyone, avoiding eye contact so that you wouldn't let everything out. If they found out you were with someone like that… They'd kick you out! Or, no, even worse, they'd kill him! You couldn't just leave Ruggie, he's the only one you've ever loved. Even if it's against the rules of being a Kingscholar to marry a commoner, absolutely not a hyena beastman. What were you supposed to do? You couldn't trust any of them for now. Not even Leona

Eventually your family gave up on asking you but you were getting stares and raised eyebrows from them still. You heard a few whispers from servants that were scattered around, taking care of everything. Leona was growling and bearing his fangs at each one, he'd deal with them later. But first, he'd need to find out what you were hiding. Why would you hide something from him? Your big brother? Sure, you didn't have to talk to Falena about it, but Leona was the one who always took care of you. He'd get the secret out of you one way or another.

When dinner was finally over, feeling hours longer than usual, you excused yourself and started walking back to your room. A quiet sigh left your mouth as you fiddled with your bedsheets, looking down at your legs. When you heard someone open the door, your tail wrapped around your thigh on instinct and you shifted back. Standing in the doorway was Leona who just walked in, closing the door lazily behind himself.

He laid on your bed, raising an eyebrow up at you. He didn't say anything, as if expecting you to immediately spill your secret without him having to ask. Sure you did before, especially when you were kids, but you couldn't… Not with this.

He sat up after a few minutes realising it was something serious and patted his lap, patting your head when you immediately sat in it and clung to him. You'd been clingy, especially towards him since you were little. He'd found it annoying before, but the growing feeling inside of him whenever you were near made it clear to him that it was a good thing. He'd never tried anything before, you trusted him, you'd spilled your secrets to him before and he never told anyone. He kept them to himself, reveling in the fact he had something to himself for once. Things you never told anyone else, were told to him. But not this one, so he knew it was something big. Which meant he needed to know it. Only him.

"What is it?" He asked, kissing your forehead and holding you closer to himself.

You looked up at him and he held in a smile, instead cupping your chin and nuzzling you. "Tell me, what are you hiding from me?" He stroked your back before lightly swatting the back of your head, chuckling as you covered your head with your hands and growled at him.

You sighed deeply and thought about it for a second, you told him everything else, so you could tell him this too right? You could! Definitely. He won't judge or tell anyone, he never did. So it was for sure that he wouldn't do anything bad.

You sobbed, grabbing Leona's arm in a vice grip instead of just the usual cling as your now not-so-secret lover was taken away by the guards, he was still smiling cheekily back at you while he was dragged away. He'd get out, you could hear his silent promise. But you had to worry. He always got out of everything, but still…

That wasn't all that you had to worry about, either.

Your brother stared down at you sternly, his sharp green eyes narrowed. You buried your face into his shoulder as he picked you up, still seeking comfort from him even though he was the one who ratted you out. Your nails dug into his back while he took you to his room, but he seemed to barely notice.

He tossed you onto his messy bed with a tired sigh as if you were a misbehaving child, laying beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and began licking your cheek with his rough tongue, only for you to snarl and attempt to bite his jaw. He covered your mouth with his large hand before you could, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up into the air. You tilted your head to the side slightly, was he trying to make you stretch? But why? Only to quickly realise what he was doing when he started to pull your pants down.

"B-brother? Leona!" You grabbed whatever was near you, your ears sticking up and legs clamping together immediately. He forced your legs back open and pulled your panties down before shoving two fingers inside of you. He looked down at your confused and shocked face, pulling his fingers out after a moment and shoving them in your mouth. You gagged and looked down at his hand, tears brimming your eyes. He hovered over you with an annoyed expression on his face, his hips pressing against yours. This was like dogs mating… He bit the back of your neck, only stopping when you writhed and choked on his fingers. He lapped up the blood that spilled out before ripping your shirt in half and discarding it somewhere in his room, moving one of his hands to cup your pussy while the other stayed in your mouth.

Pulling your leg up to spread you wider, he pulled his own pants down before slowly pushing inside of you. It seemed that was just a second of relief, as he began thrusting with speed nobody had with you before after. Your ears twitched before dropping down when he pulled out and came on your stomach, making you look down at the mess before averting your eyes elsewhere.

He moved his hand from your mouth to press against your back, making you have to grip the bedsheets and bite your wrist in an attempt to stay quiet. It's not like he was trying to, though… At all… Not even slightly… He was huffing and growling into your ear whenever you tightened around him or, Seven forbid, bucking slightly, mumbling 'shut up's and 'be quiet's into your ear, as if he wasn't the one groaning loudly and slamming into your wet pussy so loudly you were sure beastmen on the other side of the palace could hear the inappropriate sloshes.

It seemed he was using the stamina he had saved up from staying in his room all day, the clear sticky liquid of your multiple releases dripping down onto his already dirty bedsheets. He couldn't be arsed to clean his room himself and snarled or simply knocked out any servants that tried coming in to clean it for him, which was clear with the expensive items and clothing that was simply laying around wherever, many of them broken or scratched from being tossed and kicked around. After twenty minutes he pulled out of you, giving you a moment of relief before repositioning you and shoving his large cock into your mouth. After scaring you into giving a few sucks, he came with a content sigh.

He let out a gruff laugh seeing you pretend to swallow his release, shoving his fingers into your mouth to stuff his cum down your throat before you finally relented and swallowed it yourself, writhing from his tight grip on the scruff of your neck.

He laid you down on his bed and nuzzled you, pulling the orange blanket over you two before starting to groom your shoulder with his rough tongue. After finishing heavily licking your arms, he nudged your arm slightly wider and licked your armpit, looking up at you as you giggled quietly from being licked in that ticklish spot. He snickered at your droopy eyes, licking his cum off of your stomach before getting up and tucking you in.

He raised an eyebrow as he noticed you were trying to keep your eyes open, and on top of that trying to sit up. He snarled and pushed you back down, pulling a weighted blanket over you and giving you a soft kiss. "Go to sleep." He said sternly, closing your eyelids with his fingers as if that would work and you'd immediately fall asleep. Noticing that you were still keeping your eyes slightly open and looking up at him, he lightly hit the back of your head and demanded "Sleep. Now." With an annoyed look on his face.

Leona pulled his pants back up and walked out of his room, locking the door behind himself for once. He ignored the stares from the servants and made his way to the kitchen. "Hey, have you seen them? I haven't since dinner! Cheka wanted to play with them but now he's sleeping." Leona held in a snicker and opted to instead roll his eyes, mumbling a "They're asleep." under his breath.

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"Idy… Where's Orth-" Idia cut you off, covering your mouth with his hand as you clung to his leg and looked up at him. You licked his hand and giggled, normal sibling things. But soon stopped laughing when he didn't flinch away in disgust or playfully scold you. He kept his hand firmly over your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek. Tears brimmed at your eyes from the sharp feeling of his nails digging into your skin, but you held them in. You were a big kid now! You wouldn't cry. But why was Idia acting so weird? Where was Ortho?

Even when you heard the news from your mom, you still didn't understand as she sobbed while holding you in her lap.

'Where's Ortho?' 'Where's Ortho?' Where's Ortho?' was repeated from your lips like a mantra to your parents and Idy. Even when Idy locked himself in his room, you sat outside his door and asked. Again and again and again. Was he keeping Ortho in his room all to himself? That's not fair! Ortho's your little brother too!

Maybe he'd come out if he heard you calling for him through every hall, in every room, out of every window, in all the hiding places you told eachother about so you could win hide and seek against Idy. Maybe if, every day, you went everywhere you explored together and begged him to show himself, he would. Or maybe he'd keep hiding. Maybe you just needed to call out to him a little louder. Maybe you needed to yell. Maybe he wanted Idy to call out with you too. Maybe he liked it better where he was hiding. Maybe… Maybe he wouldn't come back…?

No one had the heart to tell you the hard truth. Idia didn't have the heart to talk to you at all. They all said the sweetened version, one they thought you'd prefer. "He's gone to a far away place." "A beautiful place." "You'll see him again one day, don't worry."

"You'll understand when you're older."

You hadn't come with them that fateful day. They didn't tell you about it. They were always closer, after all. You were the odd duck out of the three of you. They still loved you, of course. Just not as much as they loved eachother. And you hadn't understood that then. Why they went most places alone and didn't tell you about it. But you did now. And you hated it.

You stared coldly into 'Ortho's eyes. There was no way your older brother was serious with this. This damn robot… He was nothing like Ortho! Even though you teared up every time you saw him… It looked nothing like him! Not at all! Idia was out of his mind.

'Ortho' floated over to you. There. That was wrong. Ortho didn't float. Ortho never floated. That's not Ortho. That's an emotionless machine.

You froze as 'Ortho' cupped your face. You stared blankly at him as he removed the mask over his mouth. Your hand balled into a fist as you saw Ortho. How dare he act as your dear little brother. What kind of sick robot was this? Couldn't he understand you didn't want to see him if he was so smart?

You swallowed your saliva audibly, grabbing his hard arm and raising your fist before freezing again. You trembled seeing your dear little brother staring up at you, just as he did when he was still here. When he didn't move on to that 'beautiful place'. A sob escaped you before you let him go and ran off, locking yourself in your room just as Idia still did. You didn't see him much. And when you did it was because 'Ortho' dragged you to him or him to you.

Your eyes were blurry, far too blurry to see anything important as you flopped onto your bed, rolling up into a ball before grabbing onto the thing closest to you and squeezing it tightly. You sobbed onto it and gripped it tightly, you were sure it would rip by now seeing as it was most definitely your pillow or something similar. But oh well, you'd clean that up later.

After a few minutes, you looked up even at tears continued to flow down your face. You jolted back as Idia looked right back down at you, not in an intimidating way at all though, mind you… His eyes were wide open and he was staying as still as a statue trying not to bother you, his hood over his head covering his very noticeable hair. Shit! You were sure he was a pillow. You let out a cracked noise while you backed away, your tears momentarily stopping at the shock of seeing him here. Him? Here to initiate a conversation? Himself? He hadn't done that since, what, seven years ago? More? He sat up after a straight minute of staring up at you, yellow eyes softening and looking down at you now that he was taller again. He wrapped his arms around you and you blinked, not used to him hugging you after the age of ten years old but not hating it either. Well, not until he reached under your pants you didn't.

"Idia… Off… Get off!" You grabbed his hand that was travelling under your pants, your eyes wide and your mouth trembling. What was he doing? His hand better have just slipped! Tears flowed out of your eyes immediately when he came closer, holding your wrists and forcing them together so that he could hold them in one hand. You kicked at his stomach harshly, your fight or flight response kicking in. He grunted and reached into his pocket with his free hand, shoving a pacifier into your mouth and tying it around your head with soft but hard to break string before you could spit it out.

He twisted your body around and wrapped his arm around your chest, his other hand still holding your wrists above your head. His knee shoved between your thighs while he ripped your shirt and bra in two, throwing them away the Seven know where in the room before he moved his hand to your cheek. He kissed your forehead like he did when you two were kids and his eyes softened, almost as if he was apologising for what he was doing.

He nuzzled into the back of your neck as his knee pressed against your covered lower lips, rubbing against you. "Everything would be perfect if we could just be kids again, right? You, me and Ortho could just play together for eternity…" You bit the nipple of the pacifier, trying to break it but being seemingly unable to. Of course, he made it himself. Just for you! He already knew you'd immediately bite at it and break it otherwise. But you could always depend on him to make and do everything for you. He could take care of you, and you'd eventually learn to love it… He was sure. "But you need someone to take care of you, huh…? Since your so hopeless you cry as soon as me Ortho get near you…" He sighed, and you suddenly were very aware of the tears still streaming down your cheeks and onto his hand. "So I'll be that caretaker. For Ortho and you. This time, I won't pick favourites, I swear! You just need to play your part as the baby you are, which won't be difficult seeing as you're already doing it now." He kissed your ear and licked a few of your tears before they could drop onto your bedsheets, his knee continuously pushing against you. "You can go back to having no worries, we can go back to having Ortho with us! It'll be just like back then, even if you're a little bigger than before. I'm sure I can make something to shrink you a little…" He mumbled, frowning as you just continued sobbing. He was telling you about how he'd take care of you, so why were you still crying? He wanted you to be a carefree happy child, sure, cry when you're overwhelmed… But right now he wanted you to just giggle and cuddle him innocently. Couldn't you do that for him?

"Fine then. We'll do this the hard way." His eyes narrowed, reaching into his uniform and pulling out metal restraints that he of course made himself, you kicked at him again but he just sighed as he tied your wrists together with them. He flipped you over onto your back, pulling your pants and socks off before ripping your panties off aswell. He poked your clit and you arched your back, clearly rather sensitive whether you had experience or not. He pulled his own pants down, his cock surprisingly not tiny like you'd think it was. His cock poked at your hole as he lifted your legs up onto his shoulders, but seeing you look down at his cock with wide eyes he instead laid next to you and slipped his hand between your legs. You writhed as he pushed two fingers into you, the squelching noise making you flush and close your eyes to avoid looking at where they disappeared into your hole. His thumb rubbed your clit to make you more wet while he slowly and sloppily fingered you, though you couldn't really tell. You squirmed uncomfortably either way feeling your big brother's cock rub against your lower stomach, burying your burning face into the crook of his neck.

After half an hour of prepping he was sure you were ready, so he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean before rubbing his cock against your pussy. He wouldn't use lube. Nothing was allowed inside of you except him or his creations, including Ortho. He hadn't gotten to making lube yet, but maybe he would when he decided to use that form of Ortho on you… Maybe if you were disobedient later, who knows.

He pushed inside of you slowly, holding you pressed against him and patting your back gently. Even though you were disgusted right now, you'd admit the way he was going so slowly and coddling you all the while was quite comforting…

He thrusted slowly in and out of you, gradually picking up the pace but not to the point you were in pain, of course not. He wouldn't want his baby sibling to be in pain, especially not from him. Never from him. Never again. He released your wrists from the restraints when he was sure you wouldn't try to push him away, you were clearly too busy pushing against him after all. You looked so blissed out he almost forgot that you fought against him just an hour earlier. He lifted your legs up to his hips and thrusted into you faster, smiling against your hair when he felt you moan muffledy but louder than the other ones around the pacifier when he hit a certain spot. He rutted against it, abusing that spot thoroughly while kissing your head repeatedly while you scratched at his back and rocked against him desperately. So cute… You were just so cute he could cry along with you.

You came over his cock and legs, your hands ceasing the scratching against his back and going limp along with your body. After thrusting into your limp body a few more times he came right inside of you, staying inside to make sure he didn't let any of his cum out. He leaned down and kissed over your pacifier, he'd have the chance to really kiss you whenever else after all. He pulled out when he was sure all of it was buried deep inside of your hole, kissing your cheeks a few more times before covering you with a fluffy blanket and standing up.

You woke up hazed, but it didn't matter with how warm you felt. A wet diaper letting you know Idy would take care of your accidents for you, the pacifier in your mouth taking away the need to talk as if you were a grown up, Ortho's arms protectively wrapped around you so you knew you were protected at all times, you felt so full like you would never need anything else ever again… A baby bottle already filled with warm milk for you was sitting on the nightstand, the drawers surely full with diapers and boxes of baby powder. The blanket was warm around you and Ortho, a box of toys for you to play with in the corner of the room. Fluffy plushies were scattered everywhere for you to cuddle whenever you wanted and Idy was standing at the foot of the bed watching over you. Yes… You didn't have to worry about anything at all, there was nothing to worry about.

You could rest.

Chapter Text

Riddle raised an eyebrow as he watched his little sister steal glances at him and mother repeatedly during an important meeting. Squeezing her thighs together, she truly was hopeless, wasn't she? Mother had specifically told her not to touch herself during the meeting as she had pushed the vibrator into her. He watched her spread her legs just slightly before closing them and glancing at him again. He returned her glance with narrowed eyes, a warning look to stop looking around desperately like a scared animal. Seriously, she'd let anyone here touch her, wouldn't she? If that man sitting beside her decided to let his hand travel underneath her skirt instead of petting her head like she was a prized pet of his, she'd surely let him. What a whore she was. Looking so innocent like that, but at the same time like she wanted anyone in this room to touch her right there under the table. That was against the rules! But if he punished her later, he'd just be feeding into that, wouldn't he? Oh well, that's how mother always did it anyway. She had to learn how to control herself, and how to please her future husband of course. That's what mother always said, and mother was always right.

He could just imagine her on her knees under the table right now, sucking on his tip as he pulled on her leash. She didn't have her collar on right now, that'd be inappropriate. Against the rules. She couldn't be so improper like that in a meeting, in public. But he was sure she wanted that. To be crawling around on all fours naked while mother lead her around… She was the type of slut that would daydream about that kind of thing. He could only imagine how wet she was right now, probably leaking onto the chair she sat on so politely.

After the meeting the guests finally left and you went back to your room, legs shaky. You swore you could feel some liquid sliding down your thighs… You had managed to hide it from the guests at least. If you had so much as made a tiny slip up, mother and Riddle would have your head…

You straddled a hedgehog plushie Riddle gifted you, sighing dreamily as if falling in love as the fluffy bumps of the plushie nudged against your panties. But it wasn't enough. The vibrator that your mother put on low power on purpose inside of you wasn't enough, either. If you begged her to touch you, she'd scold you while holding you on her lap and just let you suffer… But what if you begged big brother? He'd surely entertain you at least a little. Maybe he'd let you cock warm him for a few hours while he studied and spank you every time you moved like last time! Or perhaps gag you and lock you in your cage with a dildo inside of you and hands tied for the night… As long as you got a little satisfaction, it was fine!

Riddle looked up from his schoolwork as he heard a knock from his room door, mumbling a "come in," and glancing over. As he expected, his little sister was standing in his doorway, tiptoeing so that their mother wouldn't hear her. He sighed and stood up, having already prepared something for her. She always came begging to him ever since she realized their mother couldn't care less about her begs. She'd just sit her down in her lap and talk to her sternly, maybe a little more affectionately than with Riddle… Did mother want her children to be as desperate as his little sister? Or was it just a gender preference? Riddle would never be sure since he never got punished in the same way she did. If mother had another child, would she come up with a different type of punishments for them too? Riddle sometimes pondered these things, but never got the answers he wanted. When he accomplished something amazing especially for his age, maybe he'd get a little praise. But when she did something right, even just a small thing with no worth, mother would kiss and gently touch her as a reward. Sometimes he got a bit jealous, he wasn't sure over which of them, but whatever. He got to use his little sister too.

"Come here." He ordered, rolling his eyes when she walked closer without closing the door behind herself. He pinched her cheek and closed the door himself, ripping her drenched panties off and tossing them into the bin. "No, that was my favourite one!" He heard her whine and groaned exaggeratedly, smacking the back of her head. Not as harshly as mother would, of course.

"Sit." He pointed to the corner of his room and walked off, expecting her to go sit in the corner like a misbehaving child immediately. Which she did. He grabbed a collar, similar to a dog's collar with the same colours and theme as his signature spell's collar and took a leash along with it, walking over to where she was on her knees.

You parted your mouth on instinct before he placed a gloved hand over it, wrapping the collar around your neck and attaching the leash to it. He pulled his hand away when you licked it, raising an eyebrow down at you and scoffing. You quickly got to apologizing before he pulled on the leash harshly, looking down at his, now wet, glove. "To think a child could be so disobedient and… disgusting." He stared down at you, his eyes narrowing. You hadn't even done much at the meeting, but that little trick most definitely deserved punishment.

"Have you really forgotten manners from the time I was away at College? Disgraceful." He wiped his glove off on your cheek with a sigh. You rubbed your thighs together as he kneeled down to kiss you, the hand that wasn't pulling on your leash sliding down to knead your pussy. Your mother had the remote to the vibrator inside of you which meant he couldn't control it himself which was boring, so he pulled it out while licking around your mouth. He pulled away, pouting slightly when you licked his lips. Seriously, you couldn't be a little more submissive right now…? Usually the most you'd do was rub against him or hump him, which would result in you getting spanked and right now you were using every chance to lick him. Maybe you were just getting too much into the whole dog thing.

The vibrator laid abandoned on the floor when Riddle lifted you up and moved you to his bed, cupping your wet heat yet again with a sigh. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked himself when he felt your wetness dripping through the cracks of his fingers. "Disgusting. Utterly disgusting. You'd be fine with anyone touching you right now, wouldn't you?" He smeared your juices onto your face, allowing you to lick the remainders off of his hand. With your mouth busy eagerly sucking on his fingers, he raised an eyebrow at the skirt you had on. It was red as usual but… It definitely wasn't one he or mother got you. Mother wouldn't get you such a short skirt herself though she'd be staring when Riddle got you one, she'd call it improper and inappropriate only to make you wear it whenever she 'helped you study'.

"Where did you get this." It wasn't a question. He scoffed at how you tensed up, thinking you were afraid for a split second before remembering that you weren't one of his card soldiers. You were getting wetter, fucking masochist… Disgusting.

He breathed in sharply in an attempt to calm down, not wanting to be too cross with you today. "I'll ask you again." He grit his teeth. "Where. Did. You. Get. This." You turned around and pressed your pussy against the sheets, kissing him. He bit your tongue to make you pull away yourself before he stood up, laying you down on your back. "Stay." He ordered, moving away to the drawers in the corner of his room. You leaked more onto the bed while watching him, not being able to resist grabbing and rubbing at your pussy. Truth is, you didn't know how to do it yourself. Maybe if you did, you wouldn't be such a slut for your mother and brother. Maybe you'd touch yourself in your room sometimes and that would be it unless they came to you first, but that just wasn't the case. Of course, you knew it was wrong to do it with your family… Mother taught you that much, just to make you feel guilty for it. Maybe you did, inside, but for now you didn't particularly care.

Opening a drawer, he took a few items before walking back over to you. His eye twitched seeing you touching yourself, could you not obey for two seconds…? Sure he didn't tell you not to, but it was obvious.

He pulled your hand away and used his grip on your wrist to pull you over to the floor, right in the middle of his room. After pushing you onto all-fours he adjusted your collar, one hand holding the leash, making sure it was properly in place with a slight pout on his face. He already had to share you with mother… He didn't want to share you with another person, especially one that he didn't even know. Maybe Che'nya or Trey would be fine, though he knew there was a low chance it was one of them you were 'cheating' on him with.

He blindfolded you when he saw you holding in a giggle after seeing him pout, sticking his fingers back into your mouth with a blush on his cheeks. Scratch that, it had probably travelled over his whole face by now.

"Riddle, don't rip that skirt up, please…" He heard you mumble muffledy against his fingers while he was pulling the skirt down your legs, making him raise an eyebrow. He took the skirt off and neatly folded it on instinct before setting it beside him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something. You heard him, but couldn't tell what it was. "Why shouldn't I, then?" He asked in a strict voice, pulling your shirt up to which you lifted your arms up instinctively. "You're not even wearing a bra…?" He whispered.

"…I'll tell you when we're finished here." He sighed at your stubborn answer, but allowed it anyway. You probably just didn't want to make this punishment worse, instead preferring to have another punishment tomorrow when he's free.

He rubbed the item he had taken from his pocket against your cheek, and you blushed red. "Know what this is?" He asked with a hum. You knew. Of course you did, it was obvious with some of it being hard while the rest was fluffy, like a tail. A butt plug. Though you weren't sure which one… From what you remember, he has two dog tails, a black and white spotty one like a Dalmatian and one that matched your hair colour exactly aswell as a calico cat one and a horse one. The horse one being a similar colour to his horse, Vorpals mane.

"Can you guess which one it is?" He asked, letting out another sigh when you didn't answer. "Of course you can't. Maybe if you paid more attention…" He muttered, nudging the plug against your ass hole. It didn't go in immediately, but you were already plenty wet so he just rubbed it against your pussy a bit before pushing it in. He smirked at your whine and looked down at your hands, pulling roughly on your leash to get you to stop scratching at the floor.

"You'll damage the floor and your nails doing that." He stated with an annoyed expression that you couldn't see.

He moved to sit down in front of you, pulling you onto his lap and having you straddle his hips. He sunk two fingers inside you and smiled when he saw you doing your best not to hump him without permission, even though you were still wiggling quite a bit. "That's a good girl. Stay still, just like that." His fingers weren't enough… He could've at least taken the gloves off. It seems like the Seven answered your prayer when he pulled his fingers out after a few minutes, his hand now returning bare. "You usually cum more easily than this, little sister. Have you gotten greedy?" He asked while pushing his two, now bare, fingers into you and accentuating the last few words with thrusts. He moved his free hand from your leash to the back of your head, pushing your face into his shoulder. "Can you take your clothes off…" He paused, thinking he didn't hear you correctly. You couldn't be being that bold, could you? Before, even when you were so horny you couldn't take it, you would only beg. Now you were just asking? "Say that again. Clearly." His eyes narrowed as he pulled your head back up, cupping your chin while continuing to finger you. "Can… can you take your clothes off? This feels a bit one-sided." He blinked, pausing fingering you and looked straight at you. Well, he couldn't see where you were looking through your blindfold, but still. He was bewildered. He'd only been away for a few months…

His eyebrows furrowed before he pulled his fingers out and turned you around on his lap, rubbing your lower stomach as a way to allow you to hump him. And you did, as usual when he gave you that signal. His other hand moved to hold yours, blocking out your whines and moans while you humped him, specifically pressing your pussy against his belt. His hand on your stomach gripped you slightly, but didn't stop your humping. He felt like a disappointed older brother right now… Which he was, but in a different way than how most other older brothers would be disappointed in their little sisters.

Oh well, he'd just have to teach you again.

He let you hump him, occasionally pinching your clit until you came over his hand and pants. He looked down at you as you panted, laying on his lap with your thighs squeezed together. What a mess you were… Such a useless, disgusting little sister. You were lucky to have such an overprotective, caring older brother. He'll clean up your messes if he has to.

After taking a few photos for blackmail purposes and moving them to a locked folder, he finally spoke.

"…So, who was it that gave you that skirt?" He asked, stroking your cheek.

"Ah… um… Che'nya gave it to me to give you for your birthday. He said you'd look cute in one. But you ripped up all of my short skirts so I just kept it…" You mumbled, coming back to from your orgasm. Kind of. He just sighed, removing the collar from your neck. It surely wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in.

So it was from Che'nya.

He laid beside you in his bed in the morning, after waking up at 6. Of course you still weren't awake. You had to be woken up, as usual. But for now he had to text Che'nya a few things.