#finish the fight and game in the morning

[ra-vio]

this blog is 11 years old now 🎉

I drew the siblings ever to celebrate as usual

[thedrotter]

re:kinder doodle dump part three !!! drawings with wildly different moods www they are more polished ans complete than my other doodles because. why not🥺!!!

[elftism]

close enough welcome back distorted yan

(I LOVE CANTO 6 I LOVE CANTO 6 I LOVE CANTO 6)

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!!! <333

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"wow how pathetic it is of a man who isn't much of a fighter to be afraid and want to live in the middle of aggressors invading his lands"

WHY WON'T U JUST GIVE UP AND STOP DEFENDING YOUR LANDS THAT WE'RE INVADING AND ATTACKING ON TOP OF YOU LITERALLY DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO US

[robotiv]

my brother is still on route zero of thl btw. which is so wild to me. like. how … how has it not taken up every ounce of ur brainpower … what the freak …

[midnightwind]

yeah I still hate the story beats around killing Ghilan'nain the second time around lmao this coulda been so mean, but instead it's suuuuper rushed

[tojicide]

chapter one ── pest control. the spider’s sense: a spidercaleb series.

♥︎ spider-man!caleb 𝑥 fem!reader

synopsis. ┆ caleb’s life was perfect—until it wasn’t. a radioactive spider bite turned him into linkon’s friendly neighborhood spider-man, the daily bugle started hunting for the man behind the mask, and to top it all off, he was forced to partner up with you—his smart, competitive, and infuriatingly perfect classmate who threatened his spot as number one in the class rankings.

warnings. ┆ college/modern au, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gran isn’t evil in this LOL, the canon event, college parties, alcohol consumption, cliches, depictions of serious crime, references to the spider-man comics and movies

chapter summary. ┆ caleb's worst fear comes true when the two of you are assigned as lab partners, especially after your first experiment together goes horribly wrong in more ways than one.

series masterlist. ┆ next: too easy, this game.

Most days in Linkon City begin with sirens.

Loud, blaring, unmistakable screeches that cut through the early morning quiet like a blade, carving their way through alleyways and avenues alike. They seep into walls, curl beneath locked doors, and coil around the restless minds of those who have long since stopped flinching at their call.

To them, the inhabitants of this city, it is nothing more than background noise—a city’s heartbeat, rhythmic and ceaseless. But to you, it is a warning. A sign that the world beyond the window of your dorm room is a battlefield, and you, a stranger in its midst, are only beginning to understand the rules of this strange place.

Perhaps, in time, you will grow desensitized as they have. Learn to sleep through the wailing cries, to walk these streets without the ever-present weight of caution pressing against your ribs. In a way, they forbade you from venturing out, instilling a fear within you that if you did, you would be the individual these melodies chased—or worse, the victim they had been called for in the first place. 

The entirety of the first semester has passed, and you haven’t even finished unpacking. Your suitcase remains half-full, a tangible reminder that you do not yet belong here. That you still have a choice—to do something before this place sinks its teeth into you, before you become just another soul who mistakes chaos for comfort.

But that choice is an illusion.

Here, people like you make no difference. You are not a hero, nor anything close to it. You are just a student who knows better, one who recognizes that the sirens will always be there, a requiem for the city’s unrest. And the crime will persist, as will the men in uniform who fail to stop it.

Somewhere beyond the blaring wails, beyond the tangled skyline and shadowed alleys, someone is fighting a battle you will never quite understand.

And for now, all you can do is listen.

Yet, in a way, you know that this was exactly where you wanted to be.

Despite its rapidly deteriorating surroundings, Linkon University remained a place of prestige. Young children dreamed of acceptance into its ranks, babbling to their parents about how they, too, would one day make these halls their stomping grounds. Maybe it was naivety that brought you here. Or maybe it was the last remnants of a dream that hadn’t yet died on your tongue.

Or perhaps, it was the medical journalism program—a rare gem, dwindling into obscurity at every other university.

You were lucky to be accepted. But humbly speaking, luck had very little to do with it. Your stats spoke for themselves: a 1540 SAT, a 4.98 weighted GPA, more extracurriculars than you could count on both hands. A smart cookie, as written in the shining letters of recommendation that paved your way here.

And yet, imposter syndrome festered like a quiet disease, creeping into the spaces between your confidence. You have spent your entire life at the top. Always number one.

Here? You were number two.

Number two to whom? You did not know. Not yet, anyway.

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Caleb’s perfect life has unraveled in the span of a week and a half, but he positively swears it’s not his fault.

It’s yours.

Ten days ago, at precisely 12:57 PM, he endured the worst torment known to man: his seat in the lecture hall was stolen. A cruel move, truly. Class had been in session for four days, he’d claimed that seat twice—twice—and by the unspoken law of university students everywhere, that granted him full ownership. So why, then, were you sitting in his allotted property?

Looking back, Caleb sees only two possible explanations. The first: you had unknowingly taken the seat after enrolling just before the census date. The second: you were out to get him from the very start.

And personally? He’s convinced it’s the latter.

But alas, he hadn’t made a fuss about it then. It wasn’t like he’d just lost the single best seat in the entire hall—the one with perfect access to the exit, the projector, and the professor’s desk. But hey, he could be cool about this, right? Yeah… totally cool. So cool. The coolest.

Days passed, and everyone seemed to be settling into the spring semester just fine. The weather was getting warmer, flowers on the great lawn were blooming, and Caleb was thriving.

That was, until the unthinkable happened.

Time? 2:19 PM. Class? CHEM 001 AH. Location? The Grand Hall.

Caleb sat directly behind you, having resigned himself to the second best seat in the room, as the sound of pencils scratching against paper filled the otherwise quiet space.

Taking practice exams felt pointless. A waste of time, really. His efforts could be better spent elsewhere—like taking the real exam or absolutely demolishing his roommate Zayne in Apex Legends yet again. But instead, here he was, surrounded by classmates diligently scribbling away as the session inched closer to its eventual end.

And when it did, Caleb would have simply packed up and gone on his merry way—if not for the single most bone-chilling sentence he had ever heard in his entire academic career.

You were chatting with the girl beside you, talking about things he had zero interest in. Your shared biology class at 3 PM, your dorm building, plans to meet up at the dining hall later… blah blah blah. But then—an acronym. A single, horrific acronym triggered him like a sleeper agent.

“My GPA? Oh, it’s… 4.30. I think. To be honest, it’s been a while since I checked.”

His jaw went slack. His eyes widened. The color drained from his face.

A 4.30 GPA? No. No. That couldn’t be real. That could not be real.

But as his gaze flickered between the back of your head and your friend’s, he came to the most horrifying conclusion of all.

You weren’t lying. And if that were true… then that meant you had the same GPA he did.

Which meant that, depending on your course load and how well you performed, you could take his spot as number one in the class rank.

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Caleb burst into his dorm room, slinging his backpack onto his mattress before face-planting into it with a sound somewhere between a groan and a hmph.

Across the room, Zayne didn’t even glance up from his desk, fingers tapping away at his mounted laptop. Click, clack. Click, clack. For a stretch of time, that was the only sound in the room—until he finally exhaled, the kind of quiet sigh that could only mean here we go again.

“Rough day?”

Caleb didn’t even hesitate. “The worst day.”

Zayne closed his eyes for a moment, like he was mentally preparing himself, before pushing away from his desk and turning his chair just enough to look at his roommate. “What happened?”

Still face-down on the bed, Caleb let out a long, exaggerated sigh—nowhere near as silent as Zayne’s. “I think I have to take trig next semester. Honors.”

That made Zayne pause. Brow quirked, he leaned back. “Why? Your counselor quite literally said you’re already on track to graduate with honors and as one of the top-ranked students in our year.”

That was the problem, though. Caleb wasn’t satisfied with being one of the best. He wanted to be the best—and now, that source of pride was under attack.

“Well, that was before I found out I’m sharing a GPA with some girl in my chem lecture,” he said, rolling onto his back to stare blankly at the ceiling. “Which means if I don’t get my shit together and pack on a few more honors courses, I’m cooked.”

Zayne laughed. Actually laughed. Shaking his head, he turned back to his desk, plucked his glasses off the mousepad, and slid them on. “You should hear yourself right now.”

Caleb’s head snapped to the side, eyebrows pinching together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just amusing, is all.” Zayne smirked. “I find it endearing that you, Mr. ‘I can skip the final and still pass with a 94%,’ Mr. ‘I think I might take astronomy honors for fun this semester,’—”

“All riiight, I get it,” Caleb cut in. “What’s your point?”

Zayne snickered, amused. “My point is that if you of all people feel threatened by a classmate you hardly know, maybe there’s a reason for that.”

Caleb hated that there was probably some truth to that. Not that he’d ever admit it. Being threatened by a classmate he barely knew? Please. He knew enough. (And yes, he had meticulously sifted through the entire roster of his chemistry class to stalk your Canvas profile. What? It’s… field research.)

“Y’know, you’re terrible at pep talks,” he muttered, folding his hands behind his head.

“I’m not trying to be,” Zayne replied easily. “But if you want my input—take the trig course next semester. Something tells me you’ll need it.”

Caleb rolled onto his side, fishing his laptop from his backpack as the weight of his evening workload settled in.

And maybe Zayne was right.

Maybe he would need all the help he could get.

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It wasn’t until six days later—today—that Caleb knew for certain fate was no longer on his side.

The professor’s voice cut through the shuffle of students packing up their belongings, all of which were currently praying that their first lab of the semester wouldn’t be a complete and utter disaster. It was a well known fact that Dr. Rappaccini was quite the harsh critic, and an even harsher grader. Her score on Rate My Professors was a whopping 2.8/5 for crying out loud.

“Alright, it’s time for you all to receive your lab partners for the semester. Before heading to the lab next door, please check the list of pairings at the front.”

Luckily, Caleb had committed the syllabus to memory and knew that each person was scored individually no matter how their partner performed, but it was recommended that the pair conduct their experiments together to save time and... okay, maybe he hadn’t memorized it as well as he thought, but at least he knew the core details, right?

Scanning the list, his blood ran cold. He squinted, hoping that the prescription of his glasses had failed him, but of course, it was unmistakable. Your name was printed next to his. Emboldened, unignorable, in a perfectly neutral 12 pt Times New Roman font.

The walk to the laboratory was a quiet one, and you were walking a few feet ahead of him without a care in the world. Reaching for the door handle, he twisted the metallic lever and gestured for you to enter ahead of him with a single nod of his head. It was a force of habit. He may not care for you as an academic peer, but you didn't directly wrong him in any way. Not knowingly, that is.

With a curt nod of your own and a sliver of a smile, you entered the class with a quiet “thank you.”

And before he could follow in step behind you, the neverending line of your fellow classmates began to flood into the room, leaving him to stand idle while offering each of them a thin-lipped smile. It felt like an eternity before he was able to step inside of the laboratory too, and his first instinct was to map out the classroom to find the best possible seating arrangement. 

To his surprise… you’d already claimed the most optimal lab station, and as he approached, you made the first move to speak. 

“I hope you’re okay with sitting here,” you say, fishing out your sleek notebook and a bright blue pencil. “It’s the only lab station with equal access to the exit, the supplies cabinet, and the professor’s desk.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as bewilderment etches into his features. Were you inside of his brain? He clears his throat, shaking away his confusion as he nods. “Yeah, I’m alright with this spot. Good choice.” 

Smiling, you nod too. “Cool.” 

A beat of silence passes, and you smooth your hands over the black resin material of the table, a movement that his eyes instinctively follow. Then, your hand raises and extends out to him, forcing him to blink himself out of his state of daydreaming. 

You say your name while tilting your head with a smile—this time, a smile with teeth—as you wait for his hand to take yours. “And you’re… Xia?” 

Raising his eyebrows, he shakes his head while a chuckle slips through his carefully crafted exterior. “Caleb,” he corrects, his firm grasp enveloping your hand as he gives it a shake. “Caleb Xia.”

“Ah, got it,” you remark, an epiphany dawning on you as you slip your hand from his hold. “Well, I’m going to go get our safety goggles.” 

But before leaving, you straightened, eyes glued to him—or rather, his head.

Huffing out a laugh through his nose, Caleb’s lip tugs up in the corner. “What are you doing?”

Tapping your chin, you sigh. “I’m trying to see if you have a big head. If you do, I’ll have to go fight tooth and nail for one of the ones with adjustable straps.” 

Rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, he rests his elbow on the edge of the table before leaning his cheek into his hand. “Well, lay it on me. What’s your diagnosis?”

Humming, you tilt your head back and forth before nodding your head a single time. “Big-head syndrome. I’m positive.”

Caleb’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “I should take that as a compliment. Big head means big brain, you know.”

“Or a big ego,” you retort with a shrug, giving him a once-over with raised brows before whisking away towards the horde of students currently going to war over the remaining pick of the litter. 

Yeah, that too, he thinks. 

In your absence, he takes the liberty of prepping the lab for the both of you. Beakers? Check. Random substance that the two of you were going to be experimenting on? Check. Hydrochloric acid? Check. Sodium bicarbonate? Check—

“Safety goggles,” you state, plopping down on your stool and handing his pair to him.

Without missing a beat, he speaks. “Check.”

Drawing back slightly, you turn to look at him with an arched eyebrow. “Uh… yeah. Check.”

Faltering, Caleb slides the item onto his face as he stammers through his words. “I was just… never mind, let’s start.”

The class had settled into a low hum—the murmur of newly paired partners, the scribbling of notes, the soft hiss of chemicals reacting. 

As the two of you began the experiment, an incredibly prominent conclusion dawned on him: Disliking you as a person wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. As a competitor? You were treacherous. As a lab partner? You were… tolerable. Efficient. Annoyingly easy to work with. 

It wasn’t the end result that he was hoping for, if he were to be entirely honest with himself. He wanted you to be difficult to be around, he wanted you to be stuck up, he wanted you to give him a genuine reason to dislike you apart from being the root of his newfound insecurity. But you weren’t, and that was a problem. 

“Pass me the baking soda?” you ask.

“The sodium bicarbonate?”

“Yeah. The baking soda.”

Caleb tilts his head with a smile. “Also known as sodium bicarbonate.”

You glance his way, and your eyes met. “Congrats, big guy. You know big words. Now pass it.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Biting back a smile, he hands it over, only to retract it at the last second. “Wait. What’s it called again?”

Your force smile was all teeth. “Sodium bicarbonate.”

Finally relenting, Caleb places the bowl in your orbit with a triumphant grin. 

He was smart enough to know that this was a bad idea. Despite how easily the two of you worked together, he knew that he couldn’t entertain this any further. You weren’t just his classmate, his peer—you were his competition. And while he’s heard the saying keep your friends close, but your enemies closer just as many times as the next person, he knows that mixing any ounce of developing friendship with his pursuit for greatness would be wrong.

It would work best that way. You can’t be friends, and that’s okay.

And for the first time in what felt like ages, fate seemed to agree with him.

“Hmm,” Caleb soon rumbles, squinting at the beaker. “This isn’t lookin’ too good. You said you added the sodium bicarbonate, yeah?”

You frown, glancing up from your notes. Your stomach twists at the sight of the clock—barely any time left before the lab ends. The professor would be making her rounds any second now.

“What? I didn’t add it. You said you added it.”

Caleb flits his gaze to the side of your face. “No, I added hydrochloric acid.”

Your head snaps toward him so fast he was surprised it didn’t snap right off. “No, I added hydrochloric acid.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you didn’t.”

You exhale sharply, frustration creeping up your neck. “How are you gonna tell me what I did or didn’t do?”

Your pulse ticks up a bit faster than it naturally should, and your eyes rose up from the glass cylinder. Around the room, students were already wrapping up their conclusions while the two of you hadn’t even finished the experiment. You suck in a breath and push up from your stool.

“Fine. Fine. Can you just pass me the baking soda?”

Caleb nods, handing over the pre-measured bowl of sodium bicarbonate. While you worked to fix the mess, he jotted down a few quick notes. You added just enough of the powder to neutralize the acid—but not smother it completely.

And then? Silence. The two of you sat. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Praying.

Then, miraculously, the beaker decided to behave and the fizzing subsided.

Like clockwork, you both exhaled, shoulders slumping as small, victorious smiles tugged at your mouths—

Until yours vanished entirely. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Caleb falters, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t say thank you.”

“Well, you should have.”

“Why? If I hadn’t pointed out the weird reaction, we’d have been screwed.”

“Oh? If I hadn’t realized neither of us added the sodium bicarbonate—which was your responsibility, by the way—we would’ve actually been screwed.”

Tension thickened between you like a drawn bowstring. You clench your jaw and look away, scribbling down your final observations. Stupid man, you thought to yourself. And here you were, actually believing that this semester wouldn’t be a total shitshow, that maybe, just maybe, you’d gotten lucky.

Unfortunately not.

Then, your attention was caught by something out of the ordinary. Your gaze lands on his neck, and your breath hitched. Staring back at you was a small, multi-legged beady eyed monster. Sticking out your pointer finger, you still find yourself instinctively drawing back, as if it were out to get you next. “There’s a spider on—”

But before you could finish your sentence, Caleb winced, his veins tightening as he instinctively flicked the eight-legged menace off. You sucked your teeth, drumming your fingers on the table. So much for your timely warning.

Glancing his way, your brows elevate as you see the already forming bite mark on his neck. “Yikes. It got you good.”

“Did it?” he asks, raising a hand to rub over the mark with narrowed eyes. “Hm. Guess so, yeah.”

Reluctantly, you ask, ��Are you okay?” 

With a nod, he picks up his pencil once more and works on finishing the last of his lab report. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sighing airily, you can’t help the smile that tugs on your mouth. “Poor spider, being flicked through the air like that.”

Like routine, Caleb shot a glare your way. “Funny.”

“Thanks.”

With that, you left for the washing station. Meanwhile, Dr. Rappaccini stood from her desk, making her rounds. It was in that moment that a shrill of panic shot up his spine—the stimulation foreign, unfamiliar, and… terrifying. 

He could feel his heart rate shooting through the roof, a sweat break on his forehead, and his fingertips flex at his sides—all things that he wasn’t even conscious of. And before he knew it, he was glancing in your direction, noting that you were distracted. Good.

With a quick ease, he snatched up your notepad and erased a few numbers, replacing them with subtle, logicless mistakes. 34? Now a 26. 32 to the power of 5? Not anymore.

It wasn’t his proudest moment. Sabotaging his own lab partner’s work? Definitely not.

Ten seconds. That’s all it took to ruin you just enough. He slid the notepad back into place, brushing away the eraser shavings. Like clockwork, you returned, none the wiser.

Exhaling softly, you turned to him. “Look, I just wanted to say that—”

“Now, you two,” Dr. Rappaccini’s voice cut you off.

You both turned as she scanned and picked up Caleb’s report, making a few marks with her fine-pointed marker before sliding it back into place. You glanced over, making note of his grade. 94.

Then, she picked up yours. A moment later, she handed it back. Your professor held up a roll of stickers, tearing two off before setting them down on the table.

Despite the vibrant designs on the stickers, your stomach dropped. Your grade was big, bold, and unmistakable. 82.

“Wait—Dr. Rappaccini,” you call after her, staring at the page with widened eyes of shock. “I… I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”

“Well, your experiment was solid—your observations were well-written, and your documentation was precise. But your math?” She sighs. “Completely off.” A beat of silence. Then, a smile. “Don’t feel discouraged. You’re a good student as you are—no need to compare your scores to others.”

The implication was clear. She thought you were smart—just not as smart as Caleb.

Huffing, you toss your notebook onto the table, fingers curling against the edge of it.

“You got cut off earlier,” he says casually, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “What were you sayin’?”

Blinking, you tried to retrace your thoughts. “Oh, yeah… I was just saying that…”

Your voice trails, eyes drifting to your lab report. Caleb caught the flicker of realization dawning on you—and when you turned to him, his not-so-hidden grin said it all.

“I was just saying,” you snap, “that you’re an asshole whose handwriting looks like a drunk chicken clawed at my report.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he says with a shrug, peeling off his sticker to plaster it onto your shoulder. “Good luck on the exam tomorrow morning.”

And with that, he walks out of the lab.

“Yeah, you too,” you murmur, though he was already gone before he could hear the hissed “bitch” that followed.

Irritation pricks at your skin as you stuff—more like shove—your belongings into your backpack. Prick. So much for not knowing the single person you were beneath in the class ranks.

Guilt stirred in his chest as he walked towards his dorm building… but only a little.

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By the time Caleb stumbled back to his dorm, he felt like he’d been hit by a freight train.

He barely managed to push the door open before kicking off his shoes, letting his backpack slump to the floor with a heavy thud. His head swam, his breath uneven as he widened his eyes in a feeble attempt to stay awake. Slapping himself on the cheek, he quickly realized it was no use. His neck stung worse than it had when the spider first bit him, the dull throb pulsing beneath his fingertips as he rubbed over the puncture point.

"Are you drunk?" Zayne’s voice drifts from across the room.

"No," Caleb mutters, face buried in his pillow. "Just… tired. Really tired."

He sank into the thin mattress like dead weight, the springs groaning beneath him. With sluggish hands, he pulled his glasses from his face and tossed them onto the bedside table, missing by an inch. His breathing grew heavier, his skin slick with cold sweat. His pupils—blown wide as saucers—fluttered shut as he barely mustered the strength to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

And within seconds, he was out like a light.

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The morning sun sliced through the blinds, painting golden stripes across Caleb’s bare back as he jolted awake.

His chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic breaths, but despite the abruptness of it all, he felt… alert. Fully awake in a way that didn’t exactly make sense.

Blinking rapidly, he reached for his glasses and slid them onto his face with a groggy groan. And then—he froze.

His vision was still blurry.

Frowning, he pulled his glasses off, breathed onto the lenses, and wiped them against his bedsheet. When he slid them back on—blurry again. He pulled them down. Clear. Glasses up. Blurry. Glasses down. Clear.

He stares at them in his hands. “...Weird.”

Setting the frames down, he threw his legs over the bed and staggered toward his closet—only to catch sight of his reflection in the mirror. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

Since when the hell did he have abs?

He flexed instinctively, stomach tensing under his own scrutiny. Then his gaze trailed up—to his arms. His biceps. His shoulders.

Turning, twisting, he inspected every angle of himself like a stranger in his own skin. He’d been in shape before, sure, but this? This was different. He would’ve noticed this.

Knuckles rapped against the door, making him flinch.

“Caleb? Are you awake? I forgot my key.” A pause. Then, “Are you feeling any better? You slept like a log last night—perhaps you’re catching a bug.”

"A bug?" Caleb echoes under his breath, flexing again just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “Holy shit… Uh, yeah, man, I’m good. Just—gimme a sec.”

Turning back toward his desk, he reached for his chair, only meaning to push it aside—but the moment his palm touched the wood, it stuck.

His brows furrow.

He yanks once. Then again.

Nothing.

His heartbeat quickens as he curls his fingers, attempting to lift his hand—and instead, he lifts the entire chair clean off the ground.

“What the—” His stomach drops. He waved his hand. The chair waved with it. Up. Down. Side to side. Still stuck.

“Caleb?” Zayne calls from the other side of the door.

Caleb whips his head toward the sound, panic tightening in his throat. Shit. He bolted across the room—chair still attached to his palm—and somehow managed to unlock the door just as Zayne strode in.

Zayne, clearly in a rush, barely spared him a glance as he grabbed a stack of papers from his desk, clipped them together, and breezed back out with a nod.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Caleb exhaled sharply—only to realize his hand was still stuck… to the doorknob.

Huffing, he gave it a firm tug, expecting it to pop free. Instead, the entire knob wrenched out of the door, hinges snapping with a loud crack.

"Shit."

He barely had time to process before his body betrayed him once again—this time, with a sharp thwip.

A thick strand of silk shot from his wrist, attaching him to his bedpost.

His pulse stuttered. 

"What. The. Fuck."

Another sharp tug. Another web. More panic. Before he knew it, his dorm room looked like a crime scene from some horror movie—threads of silk stretching from walls to furniture to the ceiling.

His gaze snapped to the clock on his desk. 12:56 PM.

"Alright," he mutters, inhaling deeply. "Exam starts in four minutes. I’m sticking to everything I touch. I’m half-naked. Cool, cool, cool."

But nothing about this was cool.

If anyone in the history of Linkon University could take an exam like this, it was going to be him.

series masterlist. ┆ next: too easy, this game.

a/n like & reblog if you enjoyed!! this was really fun to write :) also i should’ve mentioned it rly isnt specified how old reader is, just that she’s in college and just starting her second semester at linkon university :) she can be a transfer student (which is kinda what i had in mind), a first year, etc lol it doesn’t really matter bc i’m fine with that being a “plot hole”

i could not stop laughing while writing this at 4am bc i was just imagining caleb coming up with an elaborate ass internalized beef with reader and she’s just sitting in her chem lab like

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crack

- when f1 drivers dirty text you (h, m) (and you pretend your dad answers)

- f1 drivers reacting to 'I'm pregnant' texts (h) - f1 drivers reacting to 'I know you’re cheating' texts (h)

- when f1 drivers drunk text you (h)

- when you drunk text f1 drivers (h, m)

- f1 drivers reacting to 'if I was a worm?' texts (h)

- cheating prank on f1 drivers (h, m)

- meeting your f1 driver's ex (h)

- jealous f1 driver boyfriend texts (h, m)

- f1 drivers' dirty texts (h, m)

- when fans ship you with the wrong f1 driver (h, m)

- simping for another driver in front of your f1 boyfriend (h, m)

- accidentally sending your nudes; pre dating (h, M)

- is your f1 boyfriend up for a threesome? (h, m)

- texting your f1 boyfriend 'i killed someone' (h)

- how your f1 boyfriend reacts to cheating rumors (f, c)

- texting your f1 boyfriend when you're ovulating (m, h)

- f1 drivers reacting to 'i need pads' texts (h, m)

- calling your f1 boyfriend 'daddy' (m, h)

- when you provoke your f1 bestfriend (h)

- does your f1 boyfriend want kids? (h, m)

- when you get hurt physically (h)

- sending nudes to your f1 boyfriend unprovoked (h, M)

- telling your f1 boyfriend that you faked an orgasm (h, M) (+ george russell)

- flirting with your f1 boyfriend through an unknown number (prank gone wrong)

- your f1 boyfriend is dating another driver? (h)

- making your f1 fuck buddy jealous (h)

- asking your f1 boyfriend 'tits or ass' (h, m)

- when your f1 boyfriend finds your "toys" (h, m)

- when your f1 boyfriend dream cheats (c. h)

- picking a fight with your f1 boyfriend because you're horny (h, m)

- giving your f1 boyfriend a boner in public (h, m)

- mutual down bad with your f1 boyfriend

- f1 drivers group chat [post monza gp]

- f1 drivers getting worked up over an instagram post

- calling your f1 boyfriend "bro"

- lying to your f1 boyfriend for a bouquet

- f1!boyfriends with jealous partner

- will your f1 boyfriend beg to get their way?

- when your f1 boyfriend finishes before you

- fake texts to make your f1 boyfriend jealous

- reacting to comments thirsting over your f1 boyfriend

- f1!boyfriends when you win a game as a beginner

- texting f1 drivers the morning after, thinking it's your bestfriend

- f1!drivers letting you play with their…

- when your f1! boyfriend can't sleep without you

- your f1!boyfriend when you're not wearing any panties

- putting f1!drivers on a sex ban

- when your f1!boyfriend's card declines

- jealous midnight kiss with f1!friends with benefits

- f1 grid texting driver's girlfriend ⋆ max ⋆ lewis ⋆ carlos ⋆ charles ⋆ lando ⋆ oscar ⋆

- you dare marry someone else in your f1!boyfriend's dream?

- you got me pregnant, suffer.

- what do you think my future husband will look like?

- texting "i need you" to your f1 boyfriend

- fun under the table w/ f1 drivers

- showing off your new nails

- them walking in on you; pre dating

angst

- when you get jealous; pre-dating (+f)

- giving them silent treatment

- jealous texting f1 drivers

- when your f1 boyfriend cheats on you (+ george russell)

- you were dared to date your f1 boyfriend?

- 'we need a break' with f1 drivers (+h)

- when your boyfriend leaves after a fight

- your f1 boyfriend can't move on after you pass away

- f1 drivers forgetting their anniversaries (1/4) - being cold to your f1 boyfriend (2/4) - f1!drivers when their relationship is almost over (3/4) - making up with your f1 boyfriend (4/4)

- secret relationships with the f1 driver ⋆ PART 1 ⋆ PART 2 ⋆ PART 3 ⋆

- accidentally telling your f1!boyfriend you think he likes someone else

- when your boyfriend ghosts you after you say "I love you" to him

- realising you were not the first choice

- f1 boyfriends saying they are ashamed of you

- when your f1 boyfriend' sexting someone else behind your back

song fics

- what if I told you I'm a mastermind? and now you're mine (f, h)

- meet me in the afterglow (f, a, c) ⋆ max ⋆ lewis ⋆ carlos ⋆ charles ⋆ lando ⋆ oscar ⋆

- no i'm not in love

- boyfriend texts masterlist (h, m) (driver x reader; poly x reader)

- brother's best friend texts masterlist (a, f, c, h, m) (driver x reader)

©maxtermind // do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

The First Meet - Self-Aware!Zayne

You fell asleep to the sound of Zaynes rapid typing as usual. Don’t worry though he’ll see you in the morning.

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Self-Aware!Zayne who is so in love with you that he can tell you’re getting sleepy just by the way you’re breathing changes. “If you’re tired you can rest I'll be here” “I’m not asleep” “You will be soon I'll see you in the morning just get some rest” You smiled at the thought of actually waking up next to him “Can you imagine” a deep yawn escaped you “actually waking up next to me?” Self-Aware!Zayne who knew you’d already drifted off to sleep when he said “I won’t have to imagine soon” he finished out his paper work while listening to your soft snores which were like music to his ears

That night you dreamt of snow covered fields stretching far into the distance. You looked down to see yourself in just the t-shirt you went to bed in “Am I lucid dreaming?” suddenly the wind picked up and snow began to whip past your face burning your cheeks and bare legs with the stinging cold as it went by. “It's …. so … cold” you thought to yourself as you looked around trying to see anything in the distance. If you’re dreaming why did this feel so real?

Just then you saw it, a small house off in the distance. You had no choice you were going to freeze to death if you stayed out here any longer. You started running towards the house, but no matter how many steps you took it was as if you weren’t moving from the spot you were standing in.

Your feet were swept from underneath you as you fell face first into the icy snow. You tried to stand, but the snow seemed to hold onto you. You yanked at the phantom hands holding you down. Panic soon set in as your fighting attempts were seemingly in vain “HELP! PLEASE! ANYONE!” the snow muffled your final scream as your entire body was covered in heaps of snow.

You awoke with a sharp gasp and your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest. Once your heart rate finally went back to normal you looked around and noticed this …… wasn’t your room. You’re so disoriented after that dream that you really hope this isn’t one of those dreams where you woke up in another dream. “Fuck where’s my phone?”

“It’s back in your world” You froze mid search as fear set-in at the mere fact you weren’t alone. You slowly turned your head in the direction of the very familiar voice. It was him. Zayne stood in the doorway holding a mug in his hand. You stared at him wide eyed and confused “Im dreaming I have to be dreaming” You slapped the absolute shit out of yourself and fell back on the bed screaming in pain and you realized you were in fact awake.

“Are you okay?” Zayne rushed to you grabbing your face to inspect your self-inflicted wound “Why on earth would you do that?”

“HOW ARE YOU HERE!?” You screamed in his face. Oh hell you’re starting to hyperventilate “This isn’t real this isn't real I was….in my room how could I…..” Your voice trailed off as you passed out in Zayne’s arms. He stared down at you with a smile on his face. “I told you I would see you in the morning” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and held you until you woke up.

Hours later….

Once Zayne got you to calm down enough to sit and have a conversation he explained how you are indeed in his world now.

Y/N: So you mean to tell me by you speaking to me we made all of this real?!

You waved your hand around to emphasize the fact that you are currently sitting in the living room of a fucking game. Everything looks so real it almost felt like you really were in another world and not just a developed game.

Zayne: I'm not sure exactly how it works but yes together we both made my world as real as yours Y/N: I can’t stay here forever Zayne I have a life back in my world my friends and family will be worried sick Zayne: You can come and go here whenever you please Y/N: How exactly am I supposed to do that? Zayne: With my evol … I can transport you to and from your world that’s how I got you here Y/N: In that frozen deserted waste-land!? I thought I died! Zayne: Im sorry my love but that’s the only way it works until we can figure out something else

You froze at hearing him call you his love. Your heart was racing just from those two simple words. You tried to speak, but no words were coming out. Zayne seemed to notice that he had you speechless and he took this moment to pull you closer and hook a finger under your chin. “Don’t hate me I’ve been waiting so long to do this” He pressed the softest lingering kiss on your lips and you couldn’t help the way you melted into him. “You feel so real” You whispered against his lips.

“I am real” You stared deep into those endless green eyes. You dreamed of looking into these eyes and here you were. You caressed his cheek then gently pushed him back by his chest. You needed some kind of distance so you could process what was going on. "We're not done talking"

"I figured you would have more questions" He said as he draped an arm over the couch behind you. "Ask me anything"

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[rinnstars]

jealousy jealousy!

when hes just a little (very) jealous of someone else

bllk boys (nagi, rin, reo) x reader: insecurities, fluff!!!!!!!, established r/s except for rin (but you two get into one by the end!), nagis part was deleted and rewritten TT, not proof read + likes n reblog r appreciated <3

nagi seishiro:

“eh… you cleared this level already…? i thought you were struggling with it..?” nagi’s voice muffled against the pile of blankets his face was smushed in, looking up at you confusedly from your phone, displaying the game level cleared.

its not that he doesnt believe you cleared it all by yourself, if anything youre pretty good at this game despite only playing it for him. its simply because you were complaining on call with him about it, and all of the sudden youve finished it? he doesnt quite believe it, hes gone through that level too and he knows its pretty challenging, taking a little more energy than it really should have even for nagi himself.

“ah.. my seatmate cleared it for me this morning when he saw me playing it!” its strange: your bright voice always wakes him up a little, bringing light into his otherwise dull and boring life. yet this time, he feels his heart pang a little.

its troublesome. he doesnt like feeling this way: his heart tightens at your words, he unconsciously grips your phone a little, only realising when the screen protector cuts him a little, and he feels as though hes getting all fired up strangely the same way he gets on the field. if anything, nagi doesnt even know who this mysterious seat partner is, and he sure doesnt want to know: its troublesome to socialise with others after all. and yet, if there’s anything he’s now set on doing as though his life depends on it, as though your relationship with him depends on it, as though his ego depends completely on this: he wants to confront this guy and challenge him in an actual game competition. he knows he’ll win, he has spent his entire life in bed playing mobile game or spending late hours of the night on grinding back to immortal on different variety of games from valorant to league of legends to overwatch. he’s covered his grounds he thinks, that maybe all those time wasn’t wasted at all other than the fact that you weren’t with him during those time: lending him your lap to lie down on when he plays his switch or phone, lending him your support when you sit on his lap on his chair squirming to keep it a challenge to win and carry his team still, even more lending him your accounts when he plays with you, helping carry you in any game you want or even just building your islands together on animal crossing or minecraft on more chill days.

nagi doesn’t get it - really, its the same ego that drives him in football, not wanting to lose. his eyes flicker with sudden fire and intensity that only burns whenever he plays games with you: whether that be when you die in a pvp game and him immediately straightening his back to avenge you, earning aces for rounds straight until the screen flashes with victory, or when someone talks bad about you in the voice channel and is immediately reacted with nagi’s voice that defends your honour as if he’s your knight in shining armour, or even simply the way his hands click on the mouse quickly whenever he sees a zombie go near you in the dark cave whilst playing something as chill as minecraft. if anything, nagi think it might just apply to real life too: his hands tugging at yours as though on instinct in record speed when you trip on another branch to prevent you from falling, his glare at others whenever they bother you too much that is visible through the awkward smile you give and your hands finding its way to fiddle with his shirt.

and the same ego is clear to him now: he doesn’t want anyone else to be yours, he wants to be the only one to help you. selfish maybe, but he’ll deliver - the way he tracks your figure in the map from valorant to minecraft to even genshin, the way he fights to protect you from the enemies, his hands animatedly clicking at his mouse and the other navigating his keyboard all at the same time in order to garner the best and most successful result that he knows will get you to smile oh so brightly that makes his heart pound, or even the way he charges his old switch just to help you play animal crossing on his own account, maintaining your village and neglecting his all to make a cute little house for you inspired by your pinterest board even though it takes him all night.

and to you, its clear: he’s upset at what you’ve done with the way he deflates even more than he already is. and it clicks. a routine and cycle you’ve unintentionally broken - you complaining about a level or rank you can’t get out of, he’ll listen and ask you about it the next day when youre back at his house, and he’ll fix it just as he always down: an unspoken agreement really.

“sorry sei… i still can’t clear the next level.. help me seiiii…” and suddenly he’s back lying right on your pillowy thighs: the way his eyes that was just seconds ago filled with intensity that you think simply doesn’t fit his face closes with comfort as you massage his scalp again with his fingers, the way his face smushes against your thighs comfortably rather than the weird feeling of him hovering on your thigh as though he wanted to get up, the way his hands no longer grip your phone tightly and instead holds your hand, fitting it right in perfectly.

“kay… its not bothersome with you..” he says, a confession of love from himself. he’ll never find it annoying if its you: he thinks he would play the dinosaur game from having no internet for hours on end if you liked watching him play it, he thinks he’d fight against the same boss for even days straight if you said you needed the materials for it for your character, and he knows he will most definitely help you finish any level you can’t. and something he wont say, a quiet confession springs in his mind: he loves you and most definitely he loves to play for you. and based on you willingly passing him your phone, maybe, just maybe, he wont give in to his impulses and actually find that guy - only shooting daggers at him that sends a shiver down his spine when he waits outside your class for you to release after school.

rin itoshi:

its not the first time rin felt this pang in his chest: he felt it when his older brother kicks the ball to any other member of the football team to shoot for the goal, he felt it when his teammates seems to be able to shoot he ball even more accurately than he does, he felt it when his brother praised yoichi instead of him. he’s always regarded that feeling as something football related: he’s never felt too much emotions outside of his passion and hobbies either way - but lately, he thinks he feels it a lot whenever he’s with you. perhaps, the seed from before blue lock has started blooming: the day you boarded the bus with him to the facility that was hours away from yours and his house that made his cheeks stain with pink as he sits right beside you, eating the filling breakfast you made for him, beaming at him so brightly as you wave him goodbye that makes him hesitate for the first time in his life.

and right now, he doesn’t get it. its not like there’s a lack of chocolates at his desk, if anything its quite the opposite. there’s practically a mountain of chocolates of different variety that would surely fulfill his secret sweet tooth - from dark chocolate in a heart shape mold bought from a fancy shop, from milk chocolates in squares sprinkled with heart shaped sweet bits on top, or even strawberries dipped in white chocolate. and yet, if looks could kill, that guy who’s holding YOUR chocolate box would have died, guts spilled right on the classroom door like those cliche horror games he plays. rin doesn’t get it: its not as if youre close witht that guy,youre his seat partner for all the years you’ve spent together since kindergarten, and he’s sure that that guys no one special right? and its out of character when rin thinks harder about a nobody in his class: do you like band kids like that lame guy? (he did learn the guitar for fun when he was younger, should bring it out from under his bed again?) do you like guys who are a little better at math? (maybe he should study for this weeks math quiz he thinks) or do you like guys who have leadership roles? (he’ll ask to be captain of the football team, its obvious anyways, he’s the best in this dull football club in his school)

usually, when he feels this same pang in his chest, he ignores it, keep mum about it and just work harder instead until the glass shards leave his heart - and yet he can’t do that strangely despite the routine between you two staying: where you and him sit together at the back of the class, playing your phone at the back oops the class unbeknownst to the teacher, giggling and whispering about whatever, your feet kicking his occasionally from the lack of distance that makes his face a little pink. yet, here he is eyeing that last chocolate underneath your table, its unlike the others he noted - unlike the mini chocolate cup you passed to that guy who he wishes to punch simply because of the smug smirk that was plastered on his face, unlike the small chocolate bars you presented to the other girls in the class, and even more special definitely from the chocolate candies you sneak into both his and yours mouth during class. its heart-shaped, reminiscent of the other chocolate now angrily thrown into one plastic bag that he plans to eat whilst crying about this the second he reaches home, a ribbon tied messily clearly with much effort too, and even pasted mini heart papers.

and its not until recess when youre alone with rin in class as per routine, everyone leaving for lunch does he do something about it for the first time in his life about this nagging and tugging feeling that makes him feel like a little kid again. and it just might have been the universe way of telling the two of you how connected you two are: as you struggle to find the courage to give him the slightly burnt chocolate brownies inside the heart shaped box.

“i.. like you.” “f-for you rin..!”

its simultaneous, at the exact same time, where the clock struck 1:00pm.

the confession he’s kept all these years, since the first day he’s met you at kindergarten where you two practically were fixed at the hips ever since: seat partners since primary school all the way up until now where youre both now seventeen and about to go to university and him to become a professional football player soon. ten years - ten years of looking at you as if he’s so far away when youre with anyone but him as he feels the friendship bracelet around his wrist for reassurance, ten years of writing confession letters after confession letters and poetries only to rip them all apart, yelling into his pillow and kicking his feet like a maiden in love, ten years of looking at you pass chocolates every single time during valentines except to him. its unlike rin, he’s never been good at expressing himself, believing in action over words - the way he carries your files and extra bags after school, the way he always listens and remembers what you say and even buy things you’ve mentioned offhandedly with his own pocket money, the way he never hesitates to carry you back home even when his leg is all jelly from football practice that he doesn’t tell you.

and its the same for you. the valentine gift you’ve made for him all these years: spanning from chocolate chip cookies you’ve made, to macrons you bought for him from his favourite bakery, or even his favourite blueberry pie your mother bought you - and yet all left underneath the table, secretly placed back in your bag for you to eat it whilst crying about your cowardice. and you hate it: these ten years of watching him carry a plastic bag full of physical confessions without any interest, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth even when youre staying over and opening a pack of these chocolates when you’re hungry, these ten years of looking bitterly at the friendship bracelet that is nothing more than a bitter reminder of how you’ll never be more because of your own cowardice, these ten years of looking at rin accept everyone’s chocolates but yours.

and for the first time in years, rin thinks it’s just right - when he places his lips on yours, melting into this sweet kiss with the brownie in his mouth. and he thinks you might just taste sweeter than the brownie melting between the two of yours mouth.

reo mikage:

he doesn’t get this tight feeling wrapping like thorns around his heart - seeing you so close with a classmate, smiling as he seems to be teaching you something through the windows of your classroom. it’s clearly not the exhaustion from climbing all the way from his class at the first level to yours at the fourth with this being the millionth time hes done this like a instinct every time the bell rings, its not the way your hands seems to linger so close to his practically touching someone’s else hands that gets reo sweating cold beads of sweat down his neck, and its not jealousy at how someone else might just be better than him. realistically he knows, you’re probably just having difficulties in your academics, a normal human thing but he can’t help the bitter bile that rises to his mouth - he can teach you too evident from the library dates where he helps you go through your homework and teach you the same concepts like hes made for it and hes definitely better than that classmate right? hes smarter, he tops the class every single exam without fail with his name always plastered on the results sheet as number one, he’s much more charming he would like to believe with your smile always reaching your eyes that he adores, and he’s much more useful with the way he can teach you whilst helping you with other things like while buying you food on his phone, fixing your broken pens, or something. he swallows the bitter bile, walking into the practically empty class with just you and that.. classmate, scruntising his every detail in his mind all whilst putting on the charming facade hes too used to having on - one that you can tell by the furrowing of your eyebrows at him as he grabs a chair and slides it beside you as though looking at your homework.

“haven’t i taught you this before?” its petty, he knows, its quite literally a new chapter, one that he knows your class just started on. but he thinks it does the job when he sees your classmate suddenly feel uncomfortable - perhaps its the tone of his voice that underlies irritation clearly meant for him, perhaps its the subtle passive aggressive smile aimed at him, or perhaps its the intimidation of having reo mikage right next to you clearly upset with you. he doesn’t really enjoy the title placed on him, if anything sometimes he loathes the reputation that comes with his family name, with people looking at him as only that and never as reo - but just this time does he thank the stars for his luck.

“huh?” he can tell, youre confused, and he thinks youre just so oblivious or maybe hes just weirdly jealous of something so insignificant that even your brain can’t comprehend him at all. but he doesn’t mind it as he glanced sideways at your classmate - awkwardly and quickly packing his bag, leaving just you and reo sitting at your desk.

and its awkward silence, with him looking at your homework that he just received just an hour ago and hasn’t started on too, and you looking confused at him. its not unfamiliar to see reo in your class, its practically routine at this point, except he usually just stands outside until youre done with packing your bag, taking it right from your hands the second you step out of your class.

“so.. who was that?” he cant help the way his voice suddenly sounds so soft, as though its about to crack, as if hes about to cry. he tries to clear his throat to even it out, and even so, he definitely sounded a little too out of character - out of character for how he presents himself: nothing short of perfect. and he knows youve caught it, the cats out of the bag, when he sees the sides of your mouth tug up a little as you zip your bag.

“just a classmate reo really…” your voice a little teasing, looking at him knowingly, as his hands tug at your bag, slinging it around his right shoulder where it should belong. and he thinks its alright: the way you ruffle his hair that feels just so right that he leans in even closer and even bends down a little like a dog desperate for a pat, the way you beam at him that he knows is meant only for him that shifts the rest of your class to be nothing more than just a blur, the way your bag fits snugly on his shoulder as it was meant to be.

“yeah? it better be!~” he chirps, jealousy no longer gripping onto him like a chain tugging at his neck, reminiscent of the feeling he feels in his stuffy and restrictive home. and he knows it’ll be that way until the end of time: the way your hands tugs at his tightly as though you never want to let go either, the way you look at him as though he’s your entire world, the way you understand him even through a few words. soulmates, maybe, and perhaps he has no reasons to ever feel this bitter feeling that burns his throat.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

[enwoso]

how convenient | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

grumpy masterlist | if you haven’t already i would recommend reading first heartbreak to get up to speed

the sidelines of the pitch buzzed with the usual saturday morning chaos — parent's chatting, children chasing stray footballs as whistles blowed too often and not enough. but leah had stood still, arms folded across her chest. her eyes locked on the man across the field.

harrison.

it was almost poetic, convenient if you will, even if it didn't make her stomach twist that the next time she saw him would be here.

at your football game. the one he was meant to show up for last time. the one he'd promised. the one he then conveniently forgot.

leah could still hear alessia's voice over the phone, quiet and tired as she'd spent the entire evening calming you down as the tried her best to stay calm over the phone as she retold the story to leah. 'she asked me if he even loved her, le.'

and that was it. that was the line.

you deserved a hell of a lot better than a broken promise with whiskey on its breath.

so leah waited, watching your entire game. you playing with that familiar fierce focus which had been missing the previous week as your blonde curls bounced as you ran for the ball. but something in your movement lacked the usual sparkle — it hadn't properly returned since that weekend.

when harrison finally wandered to the edge of the field, the game now finished. he’d been there since the 14th minute — leah had been watching.

a coffee cup in one of his hands, phone in the other, looking more like he'd stumbled out of bed then just stepped into fatherhood afterwards.

leah didn't hesitate after making sure that both alessia and you were occupied and distracted. you running circles with your teammates as alessia spoke to some of their parents, engrossed in a deep conversation. so you both wouldn't see what leah was up to.

"didn't think you had it in you to show up this time," she said, quiet but cutting sharp.

harrison blinked, startled, then smirked faintly, "leah. thought i might run into you today."

"lucky me."

he sipped his coffee looking out to the field, avoiding eye contact with leah. "so i take it less has sent you over here to lecture me then?"

"no, she doesn't even know i'm over here talking to you. i'm just here to watch the kid, who actually showed up."

his jaw twitched slightly, "look, i know i messed up. i didn't mean to forget - i had a lot going on that day."

leah raising an eyebrow humming slightly at his well, pathetic words, "enough going on that you forget your own daughters name?"

he flinched, taking another sip from his coffee. a beat of silence falling over the two as they both looked over the field, arms leaning against the barrier.

"i said i was hungover. i didn't mean it. i was half asleep, and—"

"—and yet you still found time to answer a phone you didn't remember promising her on."

there was another beat of silence, for a second too long, and then his face hardened.

"you don't know what it's like," he muttered, jaw clenched. "you don't know me, you don't know what i've got going on. what we had, how hard it was. you think because you're playing happy families with my ex and my kid, you know everything?"

leah took one step closer, her voice dropping into steel. "i know enough."

he just scoffed, amused almost as a smirk appeared on his face. "no, mate you know alessia's version. that's it."

"no, mate. i know a hell of a lot more than you." that stopped him in his tracks.

"i know how before she goes to bed she has to say goodnight to all of her teddy’s so that they don’t go to sleep sad. i know how she still draws you in every picture she makes cause she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. i know how hard alessia fights not to to bad-mouth you in front of her - no matter how angry she is with you. i know what it looks like when a little girl asks if her dad really loves her—and means it."

harrison looked away. he didn't say anything. he didn't have anything to defend him self with.

"you think this is about you and alessia? this isn't about who's in her bed now." leah added her voice quieter now, but somehow more dangerous. "it's not. it's about that little girl you keep letting down. and if you're not going to be a dad and a proper one at that then don't expect the world to wait while you try and figure out how."

for a moment, the only sound was the distant sound of children giggling and parents chatting as the field started to get less busier of people, the morning of football starting to slow down.

then—

"she's my daughter" harrison said, but it didn't sound as strong as convincing as he wanted it to.

"your right she is, so start fucking acting like it" leah replied, snappy and sharp as if she had a response to every thing he said. "because she deserves better and she not going to keep giving you pieces of herself for you to just drop every time it's convenient for you."

leah turned without waiting for a reply, she didn't want to listen to his pathetic voice any longer. she'd heard enough and said what she wanted to say.

watching as the group of parents surrounding alessia's was getting smaller, as she jogged to catch up with you two. alessia looked over her shoulder, sensing leah's presence. "you all good?"

leah reached for alessia's hand, slipping her fingers effortlessly between hers with ease, "yeah, just had something to take care of."

alessia raised an eyebrow, curious but also didn't push. instead making a mental note to ask later on. "that right?"

"yep, all sorted though. don't worry, love"

you rushed back to leah and alessia having said goodbye to your friends, as you were already mid-sentence. "did you see when i almost scored mama? i kicked it so hard!"

leah grinned, the tension easing from her shoulders just at the sound of your voice as she ruffled your hair, "i saw, you were brilliant today, you little superstar!"

and as the three of them walked off the field, you chattering away, alessia leaning in close as leah anchored them to her side — harrison being left stood alone in his own thoughts by the sideline .

watching what it looked like when someone actually showed up.

[alloftheimagines]

haymitch abernathy | until sunrise

words: 1.7k warnings: MINORS DNI. off-page sexual and physical abuse, blood, suicidal ideation, alcohol, drugs, angst, hurt/comfort description: You’re the Capitol’s plaything. All he can do is clean you up after a particularly terrible night.  I just finished Sunrise on the Reaping and had to get out some Haymitch brainrot.

A knock on his door is never a good sign. When Haymitch is in the Capitol for the Games, he keeps to himself when he can, lost in the fog of drink where he can convince himself that nothing can touch him. 

But there’s one exception. You.

You’re the only reason he opens the door at all. A fresh victor of District 12, it’s been your turn to serve the Capitol over the last couple of years. Last Games, they still had that thing in your ear, keeping you drugged and controlled to establish you as the Capitol’s docile little darling. This year, you’ve spent every party either in a cage or satisfying potential sponsors behind closed doors. It makes him sick, so he drinks more and more and more, but it never makes it easier. 

Now, in the hallway, you’re more gaunt than ever. Barely there at all. There are cuts all over your skin, blood dribbling down your temple, your neck, even your damn legs. 

“I need…” you whisper, and the words are slurred. Unlike him, it isn’t a choice. Your clients like you better when you’re inebriated, not able to fight back. You’re theirs to do with what they want. 

You frown as though you’ve already forgotten what you need, but he knows. 

“Come in, sweetheart.”

When you step forward on buckling legs, he has to catch you, just barely holding you up. His white liquor breath mingles with your sour one as, somehow, this quest for stability becomes something more. He’s holding you tight while your head lolls against his shoulder, because it’s the least he can do and it isn’t nearly enough. He feels responsible. He helped you win those games. After years of following the rules, learning the hard way that rebellion got people killed, he’d seen a spark in you. A spark that could have destroyed the games if he was just smart enough to figure out how. 

Snow had seen the flame. Snuffed it out. It pains Haymitch to think it, but he would have been better off letting you starve without sponsors. Letting you die in the arena. This… This is his fault. He cared for something again, somebody, and now it’s killing you both. 

“What’d they do to you?” he whispers when he’s shut the door behind you. A stupid question, born from horror rather than a genuine need to know. With the bite marks, bruises, and slashes across your skin, he can imagine. The Capitol are almost as genetically mutated as Mutts these days, so many of them resembling animals with sharp-filed teeth among other hideous implants.

“Got one… with fangs n’claws,” you mutter. 

He looses a jagged breath, half-rage, half-despair, and guides you carefully over to his couch. The apartment is still in darkness, lights too bright for his ever-pounding head. Besides, the view of the Capitol illuminated under the stars yawns outside his window, a beast not quite slumbering. Never does. The city never stops; night just casts a blanket over their depravities, but there are holes in the velvet that keep the place lit dim.

Curtains aren’t allowed. He already asked. 

With you slumped on his pillows, he can get a better view of your state. Regrets looking immediately. Glittering dress the colour of grey doves has been torn by greedy hands. Where your skin isn’t bloody, it’s black, blue, green, your very own kaleidoscope of pain. It’ll be worse in the morning, but right now, you at least have the detachment the drugs grant you. Not like him, who feels every fucking mark on you. 

He rubs a hand over his unkempt stubble. Tries to figure out where the fuck he should start. If you were cognisant, he’d have led you straight to the shower, knows how unclean you feel after a night like this. But you’re not, and he’s not going to be another monster who strips you bare without you knowing. 

“Gonna clean you up best I can, okay?” he finally decides. “You rest now.”

Your mumble is unintelligible, but it still pierces another needle through his chest. How can the two of you keep going like this? How can you mentor more tributes, knowing that an arena death would be kinder than this slow torture?

Turns out his liquor comes in handy for more than just getting wasted. He grabs a cloth and his half-drained bottle from the kitchen along with a bowl of warm water, then returns to you, kneeling on the carpet at your feet. 

“I got you now,” he whispers, then starts on your sprawled legs. You whimper when he reaches the first gash, right below your knee. “‘M sorry, sweetheart. Know it stings.”

You bite your lip, fingers curling into the velvet arm of the couch as he keeps going. “Haymitch.” It’s a croaked whisper, barely audible at all, but he hears it like an alarm bell.

“I’m here,” is all he can reply as he wrings the blood from the cloth. Goes again. Where your dress is bunched towards your hips, he sees bite marks on your inner thighs and feels nauseous. He sucks in a sharp breath. Leans back to press his fist into his mouth so that he doesn’t yell, or sob, or do something. He’s had his time, his punishment. It’s your turn now, and all he can do is be there at the end of the night. He takes a swig of the liquor in his hand, but it just makes the burn in his throat worse. So bad he has to step away, just for a minute, to collect himself. 

He doesn’t know your lazy gaze is watching his back, waiting for him to return. The only person who keeps you safe in all this, or at least rides out the devastation with you. Without him, you wouldn’t be here. You don’t know if that makes him a blessing or a curse. 

“Gonna get you some water,” he decides. 

Don’t go, you think, but you don’t dare say it. Even now, you’re afraid the Capitol will see just how much you rely on him and take that from you, too. 

He comes back quickly, helps sit you up with a gentle hand on your shoulder as he tips the cool glass to your cracked lips. “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Thatta girl.”

Your face crumples as though it tastes foul, and he draws it back to dry the excess from your chin. “When’s… it gon’ end?” you ask.

“When we’re dead and buried,” he replies softly. “Till then, you try to stay with me, okay?”

Your hooded eyes glisten as you finally look at him. It isn’t easy, being this vulnerable. You’ve been used and abused all night by evil, depraved men. Men with weapons on their fingers, in their mouths, everywhere, not because they like to fight, but because they like to bleed people like you dry. You shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him now, but where else can you go?

He’s all you’ve got. Some nights, it just isn’t enough. “Don’t w’na do this anymore.”

“I know.”

“Could end it.”

“They wouldn’t let you. You know that.” His voice is gravel; pain. You hate you put it there with your dreams of death, but they feel closer now than ever. What if he didn’t tend to your wounds, didn’t keep your hydrated and fed and awake? What if he let you drift off the way he hadn’t been able to in the arena?

And he’s right. Even if he could let you go, the Capitol would find some way to get you back, whether they’d use your sickly corpse or find somebody to masquerade as you to keep up appearances. You’d just be making it worse, even if not for yourself. 

And he needs you. He’d never say it, but he does. The only other victor here, all you have is each other. Back in District 12, you sit in your grand house in the Victor Village for hours, listening to him shuffling on the other side of the wall. His presence always a frayed thread to grasp onto with both hands. You clean him up when he’s passed out on his doorstep, or sometimes, you get drunk together on your couch. Only then do your bodies intertwine the way you want, both of you too past consciousness to care whether somebody sees. You don’t know what he’d do without you. Choke on his own vomit, maybe. Drink until he drowned. You rely on each other — and it’s the most dangerous thing in the world. But also the only thing that keeps you going. 

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, and his face is fading in and out of the blackness now as he tends to some of the scratches on your face and neck. 

“Haymitch,” you whisper again, because if anybody can save you, it’s him. 

“Right here, sweetheart. Not going anywhere.” He’s so gentle against your raw skin you barely feel it at all, only moaning when he reaches tender spots. Finally, it stops. 

“Couch or bed?” he asks just as you’re sinking into the dark. 

“Couch.” Beds are where terrible things happen. Beds are where this happened.

“Lie down then, sweet. That’s it.” He guides you down to the cushions of the couch, a hand brushing the matted hair off your cheeks. You can’t tell if it’s comfortable or not. Your body isn’t yours to decide that, these days. He drapes a blanket over you, and it eases your shuddering limbs. Had you been shaking like that the whole time? You barely noticed. 

“You’ll stay?” If you were capable of it, it would have been a plea. 

He gives you the same answer as ever: “Where else am I gonna go?” And then, when you don’t reply, he takes your hand and gets comfortable on the carpet. He’s never, not once, tried to do more than that after nights like this, knowing too much touch will bring it all back. “Gonna be right here till sunrise, okay? Always gonna be another sunrise.”

It should be a comfort, but it feels like a death sentence. Doing this all over again tomorrow… 

But he’s here. He’ll always be here. The only good thing this world has ever given you. 

[arsenicjuice]

Broken Mugs & Great Communication

Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 796

CW: Pregnancy

When it comes to communication, you're not exactly the best. And why, when you have important news to share with Bucky, should that change now?

“Here you go, Buck.” You placed a mug of coffee in front of your husband and squeezed his shoulder.

“Thanks, doll.” Bucky gave you a smile before turning his attention back to his book. Filling your own mug with tea, you sat cross from him, and placed your hands under your chin. Bucky glanced up and smile at you. You smiled back and motioned for him to continue reading.

You just propped your elbows on the table and watched him. Bucky glanced up again, and seeing that you were still staring at him, abandoned his book and picked up his mug. “Am I missing something here, doll?” He looked at you over the mug.

“Why, whatever on earth do you mean, James?” You blinked rapidly and gave him an innocent smile. Bucky narrowed his eyes and put down the mug.

“To begin with, you haven’t stopped staring at me since you sat down,”

“You noticed that, huh?”

“That and you’re calling me by my given name. You never do that,” Bucky picked up his mug again. “Unless I’m in trouble, or you’ve done something.” Bucky failed to see the smirk on your face as he took another swig of coffee.

“Maybe it’s a little of both.” He looked up to see your mischievous expression.

“Well, that makes me feel much better.” Bucky mumbled, putting the mug back down.

“Are you finished?” You leaned forward expectantly, looking from him to the mug with interest.

“Did you poison me or something?” Bucky glanced at the mug suspiciously. You shot him an unimpressed look.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.” Bucky shook his head and turned his attention back to the book. He glanced up again to see you looking from the mug to him wistfully. With a groan, he firmly shut the book and placed it off to the side. Clearly, he wasn’t going to get much reading done today.

“Baby, what’s going on? You’ve been acting funny all morning.” You folded your arms and leaned forward.

“I’m always funny, James.”

“Again, with James.” Bucky moaned, leaning back in his chair. He noted the way you glanced at the mug again. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned towards the mug. And he also noticed your obvious and instant disinterest in the mug.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Hm?” Bucky was now holding the mug, inspecting it for any obvious signs of tampering.

“Would you still love me if I, oh, I don’t know, inflated like a bowling ball.”

“Of course,” You narrowed your eyes. He wasn’t listening to you. “Bucky, just finish the coffee!” His eyes shot up to meet yours at the urgency in your voice. He was taken aback by the almost desperate look on your face.

“I did.” Placing the mug on the table, he turned his attention to you.

“And?” You leaned forward.

“And?” Bucky leaned forward. “And what?"

“Ugh!” You flopped back in your chair, thoroughly exasperated. “Look again, Bucky, on the inside this time.” Man, did you really have to spell it out for this man. Bucky hesistantly picked up the mug again and this time he noticed writing on the inside of the mug.

‘Congrats On Your Aim.’

“I’m clearly missing something here.” Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up to see you, face down on the table. “Angel, give me a hint.” You lifted your head to look at him before resuming your former position.

“You’ve still got game old man.” Bucky tightened his grip on the mug, trying to fight his growing suspicions.

“You said something a few minutes ago.” He looked back at the mug, waiting.

“If I swelled up like a bowling ball, would you still love me?” Your voice was muffled by the table.

“Clear language, doll.” Bucky’s voice had grown husky. You looked up at him and rested your chin on the table.

“Congrats Sergeant, we’re adding another member to the platoon.” Bucky dropped the mug on the floor. “Oh, Bucky!” You jumped to your feet and moved to pick up the glass. Bucky stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Angel...” His voice was thick with emotion. You turned fully towards him and moved to stand in front of him. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you. Running a hand through his hair, you cupped his jaw with your other hand and gave him a soft smile. Bucky sniffed and looked at your stomach.

Pulling you closer, he buried his face into your shirt. You wound your arms around his head. The fingers of his vibranium hand flexed against your skin. “Thank you.” His voice was muffled by fabric. You bent your head and placed a kiss onto the top of his head, the broken glass completely forgotten.

@lazyjellyfish300 😉

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Coming In First (Part 3)

Eunchae X 2 Male OC | 14670 words

TW: Incest

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Jinwoo awoke in the morning sorely needing to pee after the night full of beer and margaritas. Seeing his little sister's door closed, he decided to let the little princess get her beauty rest. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the activities of the previous day came back to him in a slow, steady stream. It put a smile on his face immediately.

Pushing the door to his brother's room open, he heard the big oaf's heavy breathing and observed him sprawled across the bed. He'd be sleeping there next, even if he had to fight his brother for it.

As he stumbled lazily into the bathroom, Jinwoo found the toilet and was almost done relieving himself as he looked around the luxurious bathroom. Everything was quite nice: the fixtures, the overlook of the ocean from within the shower, even the bathmat looked plush.

But Jinwoo looked curiously at what was laying half-on the white mat. A cute pair of panties and matching bra had been cast off outside the shower. Shaking at the toilet before reseating his member, Jinwoo walked over to the underwear and picked it up. As his fingers connected with a cup of the bra, he could feel it was wet.

He may have been still waking up, but it took only a few seconds as he put two and two together. Jinwoo had fallen asleep to the droning sound of the shower in Jae's room. 'That son of a bitch,' Jinwoo thought to himself. He smiled, a bit jealous, as he wondered what had happened that night as he slept.

"So..." Jinwoo started after they had all gotten ready and met at the poolside cafe for breakfast, He sipped his coffee blatantly as he sat across the table from his brother, who was clearly still groggy.

"What?" Jae responded, sounding annoyed.

"How was your sleep, then?" Jinwoo asked, squinting at his brother knowingly.

Jae heard in his tone that he wasn't just asking, or even complaining about the fact that he'd had to sleep on the couch. The sideways grin that Jinwoo was wearing told him that his little brother already knew about the night before.

"Shit... did you wake up or something?"

"No," replied Jinwoo, "but I saw our sister's wet underwear in the bathroom and figured it out."

"Ouch, do you need some ice to cool your brain down after that?" Jae said, grinning.

Jinwoo was unimpressed.

"Relax man; I only got what you did yesterday..." Jae started, "only I got to finish on those perfect tits of hers, SUCKER!"

Jinwoo swore and laughed at his big brother's boast. Both jealous and relieved that he hadn't missed out on anything too serious.

"I think she intends to extend this game of hers for the whole trip, if I'm not mistaken." surmised the older brother.

"Yeah, I was kinda thinking the same thing." replied Jinwoo.

"I'm good with the competition if you are. I mean, it seems like she's not going to leave either of us high and dry no matter what."

"I think you're right, and I'm fine with it too, as long as you don't cry too much when I beat your ass every time." goaded Jinwoo.

Jae didn't answer; he simply made a jerking motion with his hands and then held his hands over his own chest as if he had breasts like Eunchae.

Jinwoo immediately understood his brother's charade, and gave him that same look.

"We better get going." said the younger, "we're supposed to go into town today."

"Ugh... mom and Eunchae will be looking at a thousand versions of the same hat or necklace I'm sure." Jae guessed, getting another laugh from his sibling.

He wasn't entirely wrong. Eunchae and her mom did spend the better part of the morning looking at street vendors who all seemed to be selling the same thing. At least, it looked that way to the men of the family. Of course, watching Eunchae prance around in a knitted top that left her entire midsection to the hungry eyes of her brothers was a bit of recompense.

Lunch proved to be worth looking forward to as well. The resort did a great job with the food, and there was a lot to choose from, but the local food in town seemed to somehow be far better. The weathered old lady who brought their food out to them had probably been making tamales since before she should speak, or so their dad had commented.

Thankfully, the family split up after lunch. Both boys became slowly friendlier with their little sister. Touching here, glancing there, a few loaded comments - Eunchae could tell that being deprived any opportunity to express their attraction during the morning had gotten them a bit randy. She felt it too, and she had definitely sensed their prying eyes on her every time she bent over at one of the shopping displays.

Unbeknownst to them, Eunchae had been plotting another little game the whole morning. It all depended on whether or not they had been paying attention to the merchandise or the shape of her ass when she was ogling the jewelry that morning.

And sure enough, as soon as none of the three of them could stand it anymore, Eunchae pulled them aside one of the shops, kissed them quickly on the lip, one after another, and explained the game.

After some griping by Jae, and a couple of frustrated sighs from Jinwoo (who couldn't tell a rock from a ruby she imagined) they were off in search of the necklace she'd decided upon. She gave them both a description of the necklace and money to buy it, making sure not to imply that her affections could be 'bought.'

Neither brother knew what to expect if they came back with the right necklace, but judging by the day before, they both took off running. Eunchae laughed as she watched them gallop down the alley, shoving each other and laughing with each step.

Again, she found herself getting more nervous while they were out in search of the right piece of jewelry. She settled outside an authentic little bar nearby with Mexican music playing softly inside and drank a margarita as she waited for them to return. No matter what had happened up to that point, or how vehemently she knew that she wanted things to progress with her brothers, it would still make her nervous. Her feelings were so strong, so unexpected and unknown. It was such a rush, and at the same time almost alarming.

Yet, when she saw Jinwoo jogging back up the street with a necklace in hand, she felt the tell-tale excitement that reminded her how amazing things had become with both him and Jae.

Jinwoo held out the necklace to her when he reached the table, grinning like a fool as he presented it. As he watched his little sister examine the piece, his grin turned upside down almost immediately when Eunchae's face turned to him with a sympathetic frown.

"I'm so sorry Jinwoo, it's really pretty, but that's not the one I was talking about. The right one has..."

"...Four stones and three hanging from each one, not the other way around." Said Jae, setting his on Eunchae's napkin. They hadn't even seen him approach, "and they're a lot lighter blue than that. Jesus man, is your grasp of colors as bad as your letters?"

Jinwoo stood there, dumbfounded.

"It's alright pal, better luck next time."

Eunchae was truly sad to see her brother so disappointed. She stood up and gave him a kiss on the lips. Her parents weren't around, she thought, so she let it linger a few seconds as well.

"I like yours too," Eunchae told him, "don't worry, we've got all week."

Jae and Eunchae headed back to their hotel, leaving Jinwoo at the bar to finish Eunchae's drink and have one of his own. He flirted with the owner's daughter when she brought it out to him, but that only helped a little.

Jae found out, when he and Eunchae got back to the room, that his reward for bringing his little sister the right necklace was two-fold. First, she turned on some music and teased him with a dance. She'd done it before in her room at home, although alone without the painfully slow removal of her clothes. Also, nobody had been there to get a boner almost immediately the way Jae did. For the few moments he had to restrain himself, Jae was tortured by the rhythmic motion of his sister's hips and the undulating curves she was made up of. He'd always know Eunchae had the capacity to be sexy, but her dancing simply blew him away.

As each piece of clothing hit the floor, Jae's heart beat faster. He watched his little sister prance about until all that was left was the necklace dangling around her neck. Obeying her request to let her do her thing, mostly, Jae only touched her gently when she put her naked butt in his lap. How badly he wanted to tug off his shorts and pull his teenaged sister down onto his cock for her first time... but he was patient. It wasn't exactly stripping; Eunchae seemed to be enjoying herself while she swayed to one of her favorite songs. And it wasn't overly sexxed up either, but Jae appreciated getting to watch his adorable sister dance around in her own little world.

When she was done, Jae watched intently as his beautiful sister, now completely naked for him, turned around to face him. She'd wiggled her perfect little ass around just right in his lap and could see his cock straining against his shorts. Eunchae wanted badly to see it once again, but did her best to stave off her impatience and slowly move her hands to her brother's lap.

"Fuck Eunchae..." Jae uttered, wanting her to stop teasing him so mercilessly.

He watched his naked little sis bite her lip and stare up at him intently as she undid his shorts. Eunchae paused to caress his length through his boxers before finally sliding everything off and taking a sharp little breath as his cock sprang free. It gave Jae immense pleasure to see his sister's eyes light up as she saw his size again.

He expected her to reach down and touch him as she had before, but it took a few seconds before she could take her eyes off his erection. Eunchae even giggled when she saw it bob along with Jae's beating heart - knowing he wanted desperately to be attended to.

Instead, Eunchae looked back up at him and held his gaze. She watched his eyes widen as she leaned in toward his erect member. The excited teenager couldn't help but smile as her brother's mouth opened when his tip came into contact with Eunchae's lips.

She kissed it gently, still staring up at him - wanting to witness everything he was feeling in his eyes. She darted her tongue out once...twice, hearing him take a deep breath as she gently lapped at sensitive spot below his tip.

He wanted to tell her to keep going, to beg her to grab him with both hands, but Jae was speechless.

Looking down, Eunchae observed a little bead of precum glistening on his head. Further astounding her older brother, she opened her lips ever so much and brought them down for another kiss and a lick at his slit. The liquid tasted surprisingly sweeter than she expected, but the involuntary moan from Jae was far more rewarding. Eunchae decided to stop teasing him and opened her mouth again.

The determined teenager did her best to look up at him as she pressed her lips against his tip and slowly slid him into her mouth. Just as she had expected, even Jae's tip was a lot for her to wrap her lips around. For a few seconds, it was all she could do to simply work his head in and out of her mouth.

Jae felt his little sister's hands brace themselves on his thighs. She stabilized herself and began trying to fit more of his big penis into her mouth. He loved watching her - seeing Eunchae try to keep looking up at him and then struggle to do so as she pushed more of his length into her mouth.

After a moment or so, she had gotten almost half of him into her mouth and felt Jae's tip pressing as far as she thought it would go. Eunchae had looked up how to do this online and seen women fit their man all the way to the base, but she felt positive that would not work with either of her brothers now.

She lifted her head and looked up disappointedly, "I can't fit it all in my mouth Jae, it's too big..."

Jae smiled and chuckled a little, "It's okay sis, what you're doing feels incredible."

"Want me to use my hands too?" Eunchae asked, smiling when Jae nodded enthusiastically.

Truthfully, Jae was so worked up he thought he might cum soon anyway, and then Eunchae brought both her hands to his shaft. Kneeling there, naked and unfathomably gorgeous before him, Jae marveled at the blessing of what was happening between he and Eunchae. As she sucked at him with determination, stroking her hands along the length she couldn't fit in her mouth and making sure to look up and check that she was doing a good job, Jae felt certain he'd never get a better blowjob in his life.

Only a few moments later, Eunchae could sense her brother nearing his orgasm and her body tingled with excitement. She bobbed her head on him a few more times until Jae spoke with a sense of urgency,

"Oh shit... Eunchae...I'm gonna cum!

"Good!" Eunchae spoke, releasing her lips for only a second while she slid her hands along his wet shaft. She swirled her tongue around his tip and jerked him, planting one final kiss there before his hips bucked and she leaned back to let him climax.

Eunchae pumped him relentlessly and was rewarded with a powerful jet of sperm right across her chest. The proud little brunette felt his entire cock throb in her hand each time he squirted out another white rope. It was warm on her chest, and copiously covered her as it had in the shower. It was hard to choose whether to gaze down at the incredible sight of her brother's messy spunk on her chest or into his eyes as he rewarded her efforts.

Jae had to eventually reach down and still his sister's hands when the last of his orgasm had left him and he was too sensitive to allow her to continue.

"God Eunchae, is there any way you aren't perfect?" he said after catching his breath. Looking down at her to see her beautiful smile and the incestuous masterpiece he'd painted on her tits, Jae was pretty sure he knew the answer to his own question.

Like a good brother, Jae carefully picked up his baby sis and brought her over to his bed with her legs wrapped around him. They wrapped around him again when he teased her for too long with kisses to her inner thighs instead of where she wanted them.

She tasted delicious, as he should have expected. Even more beautiful were the sounds that came from her - little moans and gasps as she felt things she'd never experienced before. Jae wanted to stay there with her fingers running through his hair and her legs fumbling about around him forever.

Eunchae had never had a boy's mouth on her pussy before, and Jae was so wonderful. At first he was slow and gentle, but as his little sister urged him on with her gasping fingers in his hair, Jae began to use his mouth on her in just the right ways. It didn't take long for the teens tiny folds to become drenched in her arousal, and not long after that her hips were writhing repeatedly in Jae's firm grasp.

He kissed and sucked steadily at her clit before using his tongue relentlessly on her until she screamed out in a climax that came faster and harder than any she'd ever had before. Jae wondered, as she cried out his name and her back arched involuntarily, if a little sister had ever been treated quite the same way in that room before, or the whole resort for that matter. A mischievous smile appeared on Jae's face as he doubted many had ever done what he and Eunchae were now. But he only removed his mouth from Eunchae's pussy when she had cum a second time and sounded as if she was struggling to catch her breath.

"Oh...my...god... that was amazing!" gasped Eunchae, after a moment or two of silence had passed.

Jae had tried to wipe his face of Eunchae's copious fluids, but she could still see a little sheen on his upper lip. She didn't care, and rolled over to kiss him where he lay beside her.

"You were pretty amazing yourself, Eunchae," Jae told her, caressing her side as they lay together, "I hope you didn't learn to dance like that by dancing for any other boys though,"

"Why?" Eunchae asked, "feeling a little jealous."

Jae laughed, "I think we're a little past that don't you?"

Eunchae laughed too. As always, she was amazed at how well her brothers were handling their little love triangle, adding further suspicion to her mind that the two of them were far more familiar with what was going on between them than she.

Jae grumbled when Eunchae told him they'd better get down to the pool so as not to raise suspicion if their parents came back and the two siblings were missing. He shamelessly copped a feel of her breast, and Eunchae briefly considered staying in bed and trying out the techniques he'd taught her one more time. But she knew that they couldn't throw caution completely to the wind, and got up out of bed with her brother's eyes fixed upon her. He simply couldn't wait until the next chance he'd get with her.

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The chance didn't come that night; they were together as a family as their mother insisted, until it was too late to do anything but sleep. It was a welcome reprieve, with all three siblings still learning how to balance their thoughts and desires with the expected, normal behavior of brothers and sisters. Overall, it was easier than they thought.

Jae and Jinwoo woke up late the next morning. They had both gotten a little drunk the night before, and sleeping in typically did wonders. Jinwoo yelled from within the bedroom, "HEEEYYYY.... DAAAAAN.... YOU AWAKE?" trying to be as annoying as possible.

He heard his brother groan from the next room, "whaaaaaat?" Jae asked in return, head still half-immersed in a pillow.

"YOU AWAKE?" Jinwoo repeated, smiling to himself.

"I am now," Jae relented, looking up to see Jinwoo wander through his bedroom doorway.

"Hey," Jinwoo said as he looked across the room, "Eunchae's gone."

Sure enough, they could see sunlight streaming across a made bed within her room. Both brothers had a comically identical look of curiosity on their faces as they observed it.

Jinwoo walked over to the granite coffee bar, intending to make a quick cup while the two of them got ready. There was a note on the table, with handwriting that was distinctly Eunchae's. He scanned it quickly, and then practically choked when he read the last part...

"WHAT?" Jae asked upon hearing his brother's gasp and the look on his face. When Jinwoo didn't respond immediately, he asked again, "Dude! What?"

"Eunchae left a note," Jinwoo said, grabbing it and walking over to his brother. He held it up, reading it again a few feet from Jae.

"What does it say?" Jae asked impatiently. Purposefully withholding, Jinwoo held the note away from Jae and raised his eyebrows.

"Come on!" Jae asked, still not willing to get up from the pull-out.

Jinwoo finally handed it to him and watched Jae's eyes quickly flit over the neatly written words.

"Good morning boys!

Mom and Dad said that they are having a spa day today, that apparently we are not invited to! I went for a run and I thought I'd end it at that little place we found the other day. I'll probably be done, and hungry by the time you losers finally wake up. I have another contest for you two; bring something healthy for me to eat and come meet me there. By the way, because I know you two so well - it's not a race.

Love,

Eunchae

P.S. I didn't know where to find one, but one of you should also bring a condom..."

Like his brother, Jae too coughed upon reading the last words. Of course he'd thought about it, dreamt about it, but he'd thought his little sister would surely draw the line at what they'd done in the last few days.

"Fuck..." Jae said, looking up at his brother, wide-eyed.

Jinwoo glared back down at him with the same expression, "I know right!"

"Fuck." Jae repeated.

"You don't think she means...?" Jinwoo asked without finishing

"Um... I don't know what else she could possibly mean."

"No... she must be just messing with us... I mean... I know we've been fooling around and all, but this!?"

Jae just sorta tweaked his face to the side, obviously more ready to accept what his little sister was implying than Jinwoo. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Jae, unlike like his younger counterpart, was not still a virgin.

"Will you... I mean would you?" Jinwoo asked.

Jae remained silent for a few seconds before responding decisively.

"If she wants to, then hell yes!"

Jinwoo laughed, surprised.

"Dude...it's our sister... we couldn't. That's incest. I mean...." Jinwoo was stuttering through his words, "we just CAN'T."

"DUDE," Jae mocked him, "You already HAVE. What did you think you were doing with her the other day, just pretending?"

The more inexperienced of the two, Jinwoo, still stood in place, baffled.

"But you know what, you don't need to worry about it," Jae continued, "because there is no way in hell I am going to let you beat me this time."

"OH YEAH RIGHT! You LET me beat you last time huh?" Jinwoo fired back. This time, they would be competing for a prize they actually knew about. The fire of competition flashed in their eyes.

"Oh now you're interested huh," Jae prodded, "SEE, you want to. And from the look of this note so does our sister. I just don't want you to get ahead of yourself because you're going to lose."

"Yeah, we'll see about that I guess." Jinwoo responded, full of attitude.

Jae decided not to incite things any further, he could tell that his little brother wanted to win his little sister's virginity just as badly as he, if not more so. As always, it felt odd... admitting to himself that he wanted to be Eunchae's first, let alone competing with his brother for it. But if she wanted it too, Jae knew that he would be there in a heartbeat to 'take care' of his little sister.

After revealing to Jinwoo that he'd brought condoms with him on the vacation, just to be prepared, which earned him some admonishing from his little brother, the two boys were dressed and ready to go. And as they headed out of the room, both Jae and Jinwoo felt their hearts beating faster than usual.

Despite the bit of competition ahead of them, the two brothers were once again as thick as ever. Of course, Jae, being the older brother, knew it was his duty to remind Jinwoo that he was going to win, and Jinwoo took it in stride. Somehow, an unspoken agreement had formed between the two of them not to be overly jealous, and Eunchae had done a wonderful job of sharing her attention with the two of them.

On the way to get breakfast and some fresh fruit for Eunchae, Jae talked about how to do 'it' for the first time. He described, always reminding his little brother he 'wouldn't have to worry about it anyway,' how to make sure it would be good for Eunchae since it was her first time too. Jinwoo had seen porn, he reminded his brother, when Jae started talking about sex positions.

"Well EXCUSE ME, Casanova," Jae spat as he and his brother walked along the beach to the hideaway, "Just a suggestion, you might not want to try anything too crazy on your first time, however many years from now that will be."

Jinwoo pushed Jae hard enough that he veered over to the lapping waves, getting a hearty laugh and a smirk from his big brother. Though they didn't acknowledge it aloud, both brothers could feel their chests pounding harder and their imaginations running wilder with each step toward the secret hideaway in the rocks. The thought of what would happen in the solitude of that reservoir was yet beyond either boy's ability to grasp, but it became more real with each additional footprint left behind them in the sand.

Eunchae had been sitting alone on a towel, with the morning sun hitting her body at just the right angle to work on her tan. She could probably have sunbathed naked with the privacy of the stone walls, but she didn't want to make it THAT easy for her brothers once they arrived. After finishing her run, Eunchae had grabbed the bag she stashed on the beach with the bathing suit she now wore. It was the one that drove even her dad wild when she wore it... Eunchae thought naughtily - surely her brothers would approve.

It had been a good half-hour of sitting there alone, maybe more, listening to the water outside and dipping her feet in the still pool in front of her. At first, her body seemed to be entirely on edge; her heart refused to slow its beating. She kept thinking about the last words she'd written in the note to her brothers and what they meant.

This could be it. All the talk with her girlfriends in the locker room, the admission to both boys separately that she was still a virgin, and the final stage of the most exciting week of her life spent with her older brothers was coming to a head. After a time, her mind quieted, and Eunchae felt herself becoming immensely happy with what she intended to happen with either Jae or Jinwoo.

On one hand, Eunchae knew that the younger of the two brothers would be gentle. Jinwoo would go slow and ask her how she was doing, which was probably good because both he and Jae were definitely bigger than the boys her friends had talked about losing their virginity to in the past. It would be exciting if Jinwoo was her first and she his. On the other hand, Jae knew what he was doing. She'd loved the way he took charge of her in the shower... and in the bedroom yesterday. She felt intimidated by her oldest brother sometimes, and more often than not it made her aroused beyond belief.

Eunchae was imagining both brothers, sun-bathing in a dream-like state when the sound of Jae's voice in the narrow entry made her heart skip a beat.

"Did you need me to pull you through this time, big boy?" She heard him say, "you had a big dinner last night, it's okay if you don't fit. I'll take care of Eunchae for us."

Eunchae giggled out loud as she heard Jae's teasing. The sound of her filtered down the channel and instilled another wave of excitement in her brothers. They made brief eye contact and hurried into the hideaway.

Eunchae pretended she was too busy to be bothered. She stayed on her towel, closing her eyes and letting the sun light up her body for her brother's to gawk at. The silence that ensued as they entered put a little smile on the eighteen-year-old's face; she felt pleased and naughty that her appearance always had such an effect on them.

Jae smacked his brother on the chest as he came into the open space of the reservoir still babbling away. They both looked ahead of them to see their little sister laid out in the sunlight. She was wearing that damned bathing suit they'd bonded over the fateful day some weeks ago. It had a floral pattern in the band across her chest, obviously a size or two too small for her because her perfect breasts were pushed up amply within. Strapless and tiny, it left so much of the beautiful brunette's skin available to their hungry eyes that the two brothers felt weak at the knees. Her bottoms, simple, and equally revealing, hugged her hips with tight blue fabric that hid the prize that Eunchae had teased them with in her note.

She spoke first, without even opening her eyes: "Hi sleepyheads, did you bring me something to eat?"

"Yep, we got you some fruit, and one of those gross flavored waters you liked so much." Jinwoo replied. The boys threw out a towel on either side of their sister and lay down next to her. All three siblings knew that they'd eventually need to address the note that Eunchae had left, but nobody wanted to spoil things by rushing.

As the boys settled in around her, Eunchae felt even better in the presence of their affection than she had in the warmth of the morning sun. They took care of her, they had brought her food, they all chatted together and didn't make Eunchae feel like she owed them something. Because of the boys she'd encountered in the past, the young beauty was still shaking the doubt that anyone could treat her so well without attempting to get in her pants at every turn.

But their patience eroded, little by little, any of the doubts and reservations she had stored up about wanting to finally have sex. Sure, she felt their eyes on her from time to time as they ate and laughed, but by the time she licked the last of the mango from her fingers, it was Eunchae who was desperate to tell them about her game.

"So... I'm sure you're probably wondering about the note I left you this morning." Eunchae started. Both Jae and Jinwoo could hear the tone in her voice change, and noticed a little wavering in it as well as she continued. "I realized I was being a little forward, and that was probably dumb to write in case mom and dad had somehow seen. I just... I think..."

A touch on Eunchae's shoulder stopped her racing words, words she wasn't even sure how to say aloud. "Eunchae, take a breath." Jinwoo urged her, applying gentle pressure to her bare shoulder as he touched it. "It's just us; you don't have to be nervous."

Even Jae felt himself relax at his little brother's words. In a way he felt stunned, and a little proud that Jinwoo had developed so far that he knew just what to say to calm their baby sister. He watched Eunchae's body language change, the tension release from her upper body, and a deep breath fill her lungs like Jinwoo had asked her. Eunchae turned to her brother as he chimed in:

"We read your note Eunchae, and we both agreed that... well... fuck, yes you are way too hot and we are so into you we'd never say no..." Jae explained as his sister listened intently, "but we'd only do what you absolutely wanted to."

Her eyes went puppy-dog big and hopeful as Jae popped a grape into his mouth and smiled at her with it poking into his cheek.

When she turned back to Jinwoo, she could see that he agreed wholeheartedly. The beat in Eunchae's chest slowed, if only a little.

"I love you guys so much," she sang out, quickly sitting up and slinging her arms around Jinwoo's neck with a kiss to his cheek before doing the exact same to Jae.

"Jinwoo also agreed not to cry when I beat him today, just to set the record straight."

Eunchae laughed adorably, loving the way Jae could disarm her with only a touch of humor.

Seeing Jinwoo roll his eyes, Eunchae finally got the courage to retry her thinking.

"Well, I decided I want my first time, or...times... to be with you guys."

Jae and Jinwoo were satisfied to hear their sister suggest that there would be more than one opportunity to be with her; but they kept quiet and let her go on.

"I don't want either one of you to feel cheated; I would have sex with both of you at the same time if I could..." Eunchae said, seeing the immediate look of disdain on Jinwoo's face and the way that Jae shook his head 'no.'

Eunchae laughed, "I didn't think you would go for that, so I have one more contest for you if you're both willing to be my first."

"I'm in," said Jinwoo, rather quickly.

"May the best Jae win," said her oldest brother, causing the smile to run out of Jinwoo's face.

"But what about what we want?" Jae went on.

"What do you mean, I'm not enough?" Eunchae retorted, feigning hurt.

"Oh you're plenty, but if I'm going to be expected to work for it, I'm going to need some motivation," Eunchae eyed him curiously, "I'm going to need for you to be naked."

"Agreed," joined Jinwoo.

"Uh!" Eunchae gasped, smacking the younger of the two brothers for backing up such a ridiculous ask.

She looked deep in thought for a few seconds, before shaking her head, pleased with herself, "Fine! We can make that part of the game, but you two will need to risk being naked in front of each other then."

"Jae has always wanted to see my junk anyway," Jinwoo got in before Jae could make some equally sly remark.

"Ha! Yep, me, and me alone." Jae fired back.

Eunchae rolled her eyes, a flash of resemblance to a very similar look Jinwoo had made earlier. She glanced at both her brothers, took a deep breath and felt she was about to cross the final boundary into forbidden and exhilarating incest with her big brothers.

"Since you insist on being soooo immature, I'll play the first part of the game." she started, watching both her brothers look over her top, obviously thinking about taking it off.

"We'll each pick a challenge, my first one will be a handstand, and whoever does the best gets to choose who takes off an item of clothing."

It was a bit childish, but that was somewhat the nature of the whole competition thing anyway, except, of course, the prize. Both brothers shrugged in agreement. They watched their little sister stand up and cock her hip to the side before readying herself for a handstand.

"Jae, my phone's right there, use it to time me. I'll KNOW if you cheated."

Grabbing his sister's phone, he opened the timer and said, "Okay then, ready, set, go!"

Eunchae turned upside down on both hands, and her brothers were treated to the incredible view of her outstretched form, with her bouncy tits shaking as they upturned while she balanced.

5 seconds...

10 seconds...

22 seconds passed before Eunchae was confident she had already beaten her brothers thoroughly. Both brothers actually wished for a few more seconds as Eunchae's tits looked like they were one little adjustment away from shaking free of her top.

But Eunchae dismounted triumphantly and sure enough, Jinwoo executed the same move and came down in less than 2 seconds. Jae did a little better with 7, but it was Eunchae left smiling smugly as they sat down beside her, huffing and puffing from such little effort.

"Since you two are obviously both going to make me take MY clothes off, you BOTH have to take something off."

Jae and Jinwoo whined in unison.

"Do you really want to disagree with me right now?" She asked, holding all the cards and arching her back a little to emphasize her point.

Jinwoo was the first to move, but Eunchae was immediately enraged to see him take off his watch. Laughing and following suit, Jae removed the sunglasses from his head. They had gotten her there, but from the looks of it, neither brother had any more accessories to fall back on.

A push-up contest was Jinwoo's choice, obviously. It was hardly a contest at all. They insisted Eunchae go first, and when she could only do 14, Jinwoo needed only beat her by one.

To their dismay, Eunchae put a huge smile on her face and reached down to unclasp the jewel that hung at her belly button. Jae and Jinwoo threw their heads back, knowing they'd made a mistake with their first loss.

Jae's challenge was to name as many players on any one sports team they chose. Eunchae knew she was done for immediately. Jae started by naming the entire starting lineup of their city's baseball team, and Eunchae could only name two players on the NBA team she sometimes followed, one of which was LeBron James.

Eunchae surprised them by standing up and reaching for the tiny blue bottoms she had been wearing. The defeated teen paused to tease her brother's for a second with a slight wiggle of her backside.

Satisfied with the looks of amazement on their faces, she shimmied back and forth, painfully slowly, keeping her legs close together so all her brothers could see was her cute little butt and a hint of the untouched pussy one of them might get the chance with, if things went as planned.

Sitting back down while Jae and Jinwoo both pretended not to be stealing looks between her legs, Eunchae decided to retort by asking her brothers to name as many fashion designers as they could think of. Jinwoo surprised her with 6, and Jae only 3, one of which was a repeat from his brother. Obviously Eunchae had them beat.

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!" Jae spoke over her when Eunchae had named almost 10 designers; she was just getting started. "You win!"

The boys shed their shirts, and Eunchae bit her lip to see both of her topless brothers and their attractive, manly chests.

"A breath holding contest, underwater," Jinwoo called out.

He was the first in the water, staying under for about 56 seconds. Eunchae clapped, a bit sarcastically for his liking. Jae lasted almost 48 before coming up gasping.

Eunchae sauntered down and into the water while her brothers gazed at her bare little ass. Jae could practically feel himself lining up behind her and pushing his cock between those round cheeks. He watched her take a deep breath and sink into the water.

When Eunchae passed the 1 minute mark, Jae and Jinwoo groaned.

"Did I win?" She asked, coming up and taking a gasping breath.

Their little sister was delighted to see the looks of defeat on their faces; she needn't have asked.

"Well then, off with your shorts!" She ordered them gleefully.

She stood with her feet still in the water as the boys hopped about pulling their swim trunks off. She wasn't surprised to see both of them were hard; it put a smile on her face to see their big cocks bobbing until they sat down.

Eunchae finally settled beside them like a queen accepting praise from her subjects. It was funny to watch them both avoid looking at each other now that both boys were naked.

"My final contest is a little different, hear me out." Jae said. Eunchae listened apprehensively.

"I bet I can take your top off with my teeth."

Eunchae laughed, mocking him.

"In twenty seconds." Jae continued.

Then she raised her eyebrows at him. "really...?" she asked frankly.

"Yep. And if I can't, then you leave your top on until you want to take it off."

Eunchae eyed him skeptically. "Ten seconds," she bartered.

"Fine. Deal." Jae agreed.

He made a motion for Eunchae to come sit in his lap. Despite the fact that she could feel the familiar arousal along with the cool air between her legs, Eunchae made sure to position herself well in front of him as she sat down so there wouldn't be any 'accidents.' Still she did enjoy the way Jae gripped her naked hips when she sat down, savoring the feel of his skin against hers.

Eunchae grabbed her phone, "I'll start the clock in three...two...one!"

Jae had practiced this move once before with a girl he'd dated for a few months. Of course, he wasn't going to tell her, but Eunchae's suit would be much easier. It involved a grab of his front teeth, a little flick of his tongue, and in five seconds Eunchae felt the tension in her overly small bikini top spring away.

"Let me help you with that," Jae offered, reaching his hands around her front as he'd done numerous times already. Jinwoo rolled his eyes yet again as he watched his brother palm Eunchae's bare tits while her bathing suit fell away.

She allowed him only a second, feeling him pinch her nipples gently and leaning back until she felt the touch of his erection against her lower back. Eunchae turned to look Jae in the eye and acknowledge that she felt it before sliding out of his lap and taking a seat back on her towel. God, whatever it was about how he touched her from behind like that, Jae could so easily get Eunchae aroused that it scared her. She had to take a few seconds to gather herself.

"Well, now that we got that over with..." the flutter returned to Eunchae's stomach as she spoke, "are you guys ready for the second part? Winner stays with me and the loser goes back and makes up an excuse to mom and dad if they're around."

Jae and Jinwoo nodded; they were both feeling nervous too. They watched Eunchae pick up the jewelry she'd taken off her belly button earlier.

"Okay... one at a time you're each going to go out that crack until I can't see you. While you're out there, I'm going to throw my piercing into the water. I'll tell you to come back, and start the clock when you dive in to search for it."

"Sounds easy enough. So whoever gets it faster wins?" Jinwoo asked.

"Uh huh." Eunchae confirmed. She was, indeed, sounding a little shy. "I'll tell you your times when both of you have gone.

"So Jinwoo goes first, obviously, because he's the youngest, right sis?"

"I guess so," Eunchae said, shrugging at Jinwoo.

Jinwoo glared at his brother and got up, walking out of the cave until Eunchae was sure he couldn't see them. She stood up, eyed a spot near the back of the pool and hucked the jewelry until it plunked down into the water. It was deep over there, and the sun wasn't shining straight down into the water anymore. She worried it might be too hard for him to find. Eunchae didn't want to rule Jinwoo out of the contest.

When Eunchae turned back around, her oldest brother was sitting next to where she'd been on her towel, smiling innocently. She squinted at him and sat back down, calling for Jinwoo to return.

"You didn't let Jae throw it, did you?" Jinwoo asked.

"Nope, are you ready?"

Jinwoo looked over his little beautiful, naked little sister, how she had her legs together off to her side, and her arms supporting her as she leaned back, with her perfect breasts begging for his gaze and more. He so badly wanted to be with her, to consummate whatever it was that had been happening to them over the last few weeks.

"I'm ready."

She counted him down and Jinwoo was off into the water. He started by looking in the totally wrong spot, taking deep breaths and searching the front of the pool. Eunchae watched 30 seconds tick by on her phone before he got any warmer.

Then she felt an unexpected kiss on her neck. Jae had leaned over and planted it there, causing his little sister's skin to tingle as his lips graced her. She cooed and tried to focus on where Jinwoo was searching.

She watched the younger of the two brothers, the one whose hand wasn't currently sliding its way up her abdomen until she could feel it at the curve of her right breast, splash back up to the top of the water before diving back in near the left side of the pool. A minute went by on the clock.

"Mnhhh... Jae.... this wasn't part of the contest." she mewwed.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

When Eunchae didn't answer, Jae kissed her neck again and cupped her breast in his hand. A few more seconds ticked by as he rolled her nipple between his fingers and nibbled at her neck.

"Uhhhhh.... you're turning me on so much!" she told him, feeling her big brothers hands on her.

Hearing her praise, Jae pulled her closer and grasped her hip from behind. He kept kissing her while he slid his hand further between her legs.

1:30 ticked off the clock.

Eunchae held the phone on her other side so Jae couldn't see its time. She saw Jinwoo looking frustratedly around the pool, only glancing back at her for a second before diving closer toward where she'd thrown it.

As he submerged, the anxious brunette felt her oldest brother's fingers make contact with her bare pussy. She was practically drenched; she had been from the minute she set foot in the cave. Though she hadn't planned it, her oldest brother's touch as he pressed a finger gently between her tiny folds was a welcome relief.

"God... I want you," Jae whispered into her ear.

"Yeah?" Eunchae breathed, leaning back into his chest, "do you?"

Jae felt her hips flex into his hand as he added another finger to her clit. They were slipping around easily because of how wet his little sister was. Jae thought that if he only could lift his little sister up and pull her into his lap, he could be fucking her once and for all.

She moaned again, feeling the familiar daze of sensation and disbelief that she could feel so good at the hands of her brother. Eunchae forgot to keep looking at her phone. How long had it been?

"I GOT IT!" Jinwoo said, shooting out of the water with the jewel over his head. It was a scramble for Eunchae to snap out of her dreamlike state and reach down to stop the clock.

Jae didn't want to stop touching his little sister, but as Jinwoo wiped water from his eyes, she pushed him away and noted the time to herself. She had to focus on the competition and tell Jae no.

He growled, but complied as he watched his younger brother walk triumphantly out of the water. Jae had lost track of time, as he often did when in the presence of his beautiful little sis, but it seemed like Jinwoo had taken a while. Feeling confident he had already won, Jae stood up and gave his little sister a quick kiss on the cheek and one more defiant squeeze of her side before he walked to the back of the cave.

"Alright, out," Eunchae told him, giving him one more secretive smile before he passed between the rocks.

This time, Eunchae threw the piercing closer, near the middle-left of the pool, not far from the rock she had been sitting on topless when her brothers first entered the cave days ago.

Jinwoo shook his head, satisfied with her placement.

"Alright, you can come back now." She told Jae and he appeared a moment later. He looked determined. "Ready big brother?"

Jae nodded sharply, once. He glanced at his little sister once more, as Jinwoo had, and vowed that he'd be making her moan a lot louder after he found the jewel in a minute or less.

Off he went, diving headfirst into the water and heading right for where she'd thrown the jewel the first time.

"Man, that was hard, it's all dark down there, and the saltwater stings my eyes!" Jinwoo exclaimed.

"Aww, poor baby," Eunchae consoled him. This time, she got up and sat next to her brother on his towel. "Is there anything I can do?" She asked with big, sultry eyes.

"You can tell Jae I did better than him no matter what?" Jinwoo suggested.

"Nooo... I can't do that," Eunchae denied him, "but I could do this."

Jinwoo watched in disbelief as his little sister reached over to him and took his cock right into her tiny hand. He was almost hard again, seeing his little sibling naked would forever do that to him.

Thirty seconds went by on the clock when Eunchae leaned closer to kiss her brother on the lips as she began to move her hand up and down on him.

"God Eunchae," he whispered, "I really want to fuck you."

"Mnnnhhh..." she sounded, licking her lips, "I want you to fuck me too."

She kept stroking him, remaining a few inches from his face and looking him in the eyes as she did. As before, Eunchae lost track of how much time had gone by, and she snuck a few more kisses with Jinwoo while his older brother searched frantically for the piercing.

Eunchae felt so incredibly aroused that she had to do more; she flashed a mischievous smile at her brother and then leaned down into his lap.

"GOT IT!" said Jae, blubbing through the water that was cascading from his hair. The last thing Eunchae saw was sincere look of remorse on Jinwoo's face for what he'd missed out on. Eunchae went to stop the clock when she heard.

"SHIT!" and Jae went diving back into the water. A few quiet seconds passed, maybe ten, and she and Jinwoo exchanged confused looks.

He emerged again shouting, "I got it, I got it! That doesn't count!"

Jae trudged up the sand and stood in front of his little sister, dripping and holding out the jewel triumphantly. "You're not going to count that last part, right?"

"I've got to Jae, you dropped it." she said, trying to be sympathetic.

Jae plopped down on his towel, frustrated, as Eunchae looked at the two times she'd entered into her phone.

"Jinwoo, you got....." she glanced up at him, seeing an adorable look of hope in his eyes.

"2 minutes and 14 seconds."

Jinwoo breathed out, feeling his heart beating as hard as he thought it possibly could. '2:14,' he thought, 'that had to beat Jae after his blunder.'

She turned to Jae, "Jae, after you came up the second time, your time....was....."

Like Jinwoo, he had the same, boyish look on his face. "two minutes........"

She let it linger, knowing the answer and practically shaking that reality was a few words away.

"And 3 seconds."

Both brothers had been holding their breath, and they exhaled loudly - Jae in victory, Jinwoo in defeat. Eunchae grinned at her oldest brother as he smiled bashfully, having won HER as a prize. When she looked at Jinwoo, she could see that he was trying not to be a bad sport, but was so obviously disappointed, that her heart broke for him.

There was a moment where neither of them said anything. Eunchae wondered if her brothers would argue over the fairness, demand a rematch, or even lunge in front of her and beat each other senseless until only one would be left standing to give Eunchae what she'd asked for.

But Jinwoo was always a good sport, "Alright..." he said at last, "I'll leave you two alone," he said, standing up. Eunchae got up with him and stood between him and the exit. She gave him a little frown of understanding, and then stood up on her toes to give him a kiss. Each second that passed, Eunchae was nearing the moment she would finally lose her virginity, and commit incest at the same time no less. Still, she wanted Jinwoo to know that she loved him just the same, that she would have made to him happily as well.

Jae remained silent until they broke and Eunchae held her brother's hand while he turned and walked toward the cleft at the back of the cave. She turned back to her brother, wondering what he thought about the whole thing, if he was excited to be with her, when Jae spoke up.

"Jinwoo, wait!" he said loudly, causing the younger of the two to stop in his tracks and turn around. He was about to tell his brother that he wasn't in the mood for any gloating just then when he saw Jae rummaging in the bag they'd brought.

He stood up and tossed something quickly at Jinwoo's chest in one fluid motion. And when Jinwoo looked down, he didn't understand. 'Was this Jae's way of making fun of him?'

Jinwoo turned over the box of condoms in his hand, looking up from them, utterly confused.

"Ughh..." Jae sighed, "I'm going to hate myself for this... but how can I stand in the way of you two having your first times together?"

At first Eunchae hadn't understood, but now she did. She couldn't believe it! Jinwoo still hadn't quite registered it in his brain, but he was getting there.

"But Jae," Eunchae started.

"Jae, you won, fair and square man," Jinwoo said. "don't worry about me."

"Seriously, don't guys. I know I'm right but I'm sure you could talk me out of it." Jae interrupted.

Jinwoo and Eunchae looked at each other again, and she knew then why Jae had chosen to do what he did. 'God was he cute, for one,' Eunchae thought as she stared at her oldest brother, still butt naked and carrying his swimsuit in his other hand. But she imagined, briefly, how amazing it would be to lose her virginity at the same time as Jinwoo. She remembered talking about it with him, and feeling this incredible bond of love that only the two of them shared. 'Sharing this would be so worth it,' she thought.

"I'm gonna get out of here before I go insane, I can't keep looking at...." he gestured to his naked little sister, up and down, "this... and know what I'm missing out on."

Jae stepped in the direction of the rocks as Jinwoo was wandering back into the cave, speechless.

Before Jae could leave, he heard Eunchae running right toward him. He turned just in time when she threw herself at him, kissing him right on the lips and wrapping her arms around him tight.

"I love you so much," she said, before whispering, "and I promise you can have me however you want later."

Jae smiled and kissed her one last time, palming her butt with a squeeze and pushing her back toward his brother, cursing at himself inwardly for having realized it was the right thing to do. He'd need to take his little sister up on that offer, without a doubt.

When Eunchae saw Jae disappear, and it was just her and Jinwoo left, she turned to him. The nervous eighteen-year-old didn't know what to say, so she just walked close enough for him to touch her.

"I know it isn't exactly how you planned it..." Jinwoo spoke first,

"Are you kidding, I'm really happy you're going to be my first."

With that, Jinwoo reached out, taking his little sister by the shoulders and pulling her towards him; she closed the gap willingly.

The lapping waves were all that either sibling could hear, save the constant 'thud, thud, thud' of their hearts beating all the way into their heads. Eunchae and Jinwoo kissed like the passionate lovers they were. His hands got more confident; they grasped her hips, then ran over her abdomen and palmed a breast. Eunchae was soon finding her body doing everything of its own volition too. Her nervousness eking away slowly as Jinwoo assured her, kiss by kiss, and touch by touch, that her first time would be everything she'd hoped and more.

She reached down to take hold of her brother's cock, finding it harder than she ever remembered before. 'He felt so big, how would she possibly fit him?' she thought. Nerves aside, Eunchae desperately wanted to feel him inside her.

"I don't want to rush us, but I want it bad," she cooed, stroking her hand slowly along his length. She squeezed at the base of his cock and felt him wince with sensation.

For another moment or so, they kissed and their hands wandered all over each other. Eunchae's worked their way up and down her brother's shaft and one glanced across his muscular frame. She felt lucky - her brother was far more cut and attractive than most of the guys her friends had bragged about hooking up with. And he was going to be her first! Eunchae couldn't contain herself, only a few moments of kissing her brother and feeling his hands on her and she wasn't willing to wait another second

"Are you ready to put this big cock of yours in your little sister?" she asked, turning naughty without even thinking about it.

"God yes," Jinwoo replied, kissing her again and wondering what he had ever done in his life to be blessed with such a beautiful, fuckable little sis.

"Give me one of those things," Eunchae demanded, reaching out for the condoms Jinwoo had dropped at his side.

He tore open the box and all but one went flying out around them on the sand. Eunchae laughed and saw his hands shaking as he held the destroyed box. She put her hands over his, and Jinwoo could feel that his little sister was trembling too.

"We're both so nervous," she shared, "but I think that's okay. You want this, right?"

"More than I could ever tell you," Jinwoo admitted, to which Eunchae stood up on her toes and gave him another kiss, gently plucking the last condom from the tattered box. Jinwoo dropped the remains to the ground while his little sister worked her fingers around the wrapper and tore it open, more carefully than Jinwoo had the box.

They looked down as Eunchae took the oily ring in her fingers and moved it to Jinwoo's tip.

"Other way," he said, getting another nervous giggle from his inexperienced little sis as she flipped it around.

Slowly, steadily, she rolled it down her brother's shaft. It took a few tries, but when she was finally done, they both looked up from her work and knew it was time.

Jinwoo scooped his little sister up by the behind and bent down to the knapsack for the last towel, all with Eunchae held safely in his arms.

He walked her over toward a large boulder at the edge of the water and set her there atop the folded towel. It would be perfect. This was the spot where Eunchae would lose her virginity to her big brother, and Jinwoo to her.

She gazed up at him with a look of worry and excitement, fear and hopefulness.

"Go slow," she said quietly, knowing he would anyway.

"I will Eunchae. I love you little one."

"God I love you too," she replied, "go ahead, I'm ready."

Jinwoo reached down between them, taking hold of his cock and bringing its tip close enough to push inside his little sister. As he touched down, Eunchae inhaled sharply.

Jinwoo rubbed back and forth gently, once gliding all the way forward so she could see how deeply he would reach. Eunchae's eyes widened and her mouth opened in amazement. She moaned aloud when Jinwoo put his tip right at her lips and wiggled it there so it just barely split them. Then he pushed a little bit more firmly, testing it before rubbing over her clit once more. The condom felt a little foreign to both of them, not that any of this was familiar, but Eunchae was so wet that he slid around easily.

"Fuuuuuck...Jinwoo...please.... put it in, please...."

They looked down in unison as he lined up one last time.

Jinwoo urged his hips forth.

His tip split her mounded little lips for sure this time, but he didn't stop there. Doing as his older brother instructed, Jinwoo pushed forward and saw his little sister's eyes grow as he encountered resistance just beyond her tiny, wet opening.

"Oooooouuuuwwwww...." cried the teen as her brother's cock tore past her virginity.

It hurt. Her eyes teared up, and they looked to her brother for relief. Jae had warned them both at some point that it might hurt Eunchae at first, and he'd been right.

Jinwoo took hold of her hand and his little sister gripped it so hard it hurt as she adjusted to his size.

"Ouuhhh..... ouuuh.....uhhhh..." she panted, rolling her head backwards as Jinwoo remained still.

Eunchae's tiny pussy felt so incredible around his tip. He was only an inch or so in, with much further to go. He hoped to God that she would allow him to continue. The warmth, the pressure around his head... it was too much to stop now.

"Are you alright?" he asked compassionately.

Eunchae took a second to answer, "yeah, I'm okay; I just need a minute..... mmnphhh....god! Why does your cock have to be so big?"

Jinwoo couldn't help but smile proudly, though he felt badly for hurting his little sister.

"You're doing good sis, only a few inches more to go," Jinwoo told her.

Eunchae looked down at where her brother's cock was spreading her little pussy open wider than she thought possible.

"A few?!" Eunchae exclaimed, seeing that he wasn't even half-way in.

She lay back again, catching her breath and giving her big brother a phenomenal view of her body, which was ever so lightly graced with the sheen of sweat. Her grip on his hand abated breath by breath, until Eunchae spoke again.

"Okay, I think I'm ready, you can keep going."

Jinwoo did as she instructed, watching her adorable face scrunch up as he slid another inch into her.

"Fuuuuckkk, your cock is so big....unhhhh..."

He kept pushing, and though Eunchae's virgin tunnel fought him the whole way, Jinwoo's cock disappeared into her little by little. A few seconds later, amongst the continued moaning of his eighteen-year-old sister, Jinwoo finally felt his pelvis connect with hers.

Eunchae couldn't look yet. She'd never felt anything like it in her life. Her whole body was screaming and the feeling of being filled up was beyond comprehension. Jinwoo watched her as she cooed and breathed sporadically.

When Eunchae caught her breath, she looked between her and Jinwoo to see what she was feeling inside her.

"Oh my God," she puffed, "I can't... believe... you're all the way... inside me."

But it was true. Looking between them, Eunchae realized that they'd crossed the final line. She was having sex with her brother and there was nothing anybody could do or say about it. She had wanted this so bad, and finally it had happened. A smile broke through the grimace that had been there as she tried hard to relax with Jinwoo's entire length inside her.

"You're not a virgin anymore," Jinwoo told her, marveling at his little sister's beauty and the feeling of having her untouched little tunnel enveloping his cock in their forbidden bout of incest.

"Neither are you." She said back, biting her lip.

Jinwoo leaned in to kiss her, and Eunchae could feel that her body was finally adjusting to having her big brother's cock buried all the way in her pussy.

"You haven't....unhh... exactly fucked me yet though," Eunchae teased. "I think I'm ready for you to try, if you go slowly."

Eunchae wanted to watch. She let Jinwoo slowly withdraw from her, whining as her pussy collapsed behind his retreating tip. When he was almost all the way out, Eunchae looked her brother in the eye and cried out as he started back into her.

"Oh fufufuckkkkk..." her eyes darted back down again, seeing her tight abdomen bulge along the path of her brother's entry. "Jinwooo..." she cried.

Jinwoo was in some alternate universe, one where he was having sex with his little sister, losing his virginity to her and taking hers in the process. Her pussy was so incredibly youthful and tight that even with the condom on, Jinwoo worried that he wouldn't last long. His little sister's voice brought him to as his hips connected with hers again.

"Oh God... do it again." she begged him.

Obliging her, Jinwoo withdrew steadily and pushed back inside his baby sister faster. She was so aroused that her wetness was all over the condom, all over the junction where his cock was securely inserted inside her.

Eunchae moaned again when he bottomed out, feeling less pain each time he did so. Her eyes begged him to continue, and Jinwoo wouldn't have been able to stop if he tried.

"Ohfuck...ohmygod... keep fucking me..." she cooed.

One stroke at a time, Jinwoo picked up speed. He had to grab a hold of his little sister's hips to keep her in place while he slid his hardness in and out of her again and again.

"God you're tight Eunchae... oooouphhh," he praised her.

They kept at it, their first sex position, ever and together, while both Eunchae and her brother felt their bodies overwhelmed by the sensations of fucking each other. She watched the look of concentration on her brother's face, the way his abs rippled when he pressed forward and prodded her deep inside. Each time he pulled out, she felt as if there would be no way he could fit in her pussy by looking at him, and each time he proved her wrong.

"Fuck me Jinwoo.... mnnnhhhh... it's okay, you can fuck me harder...." she breathed.

Her brother was ready, motivated by the sweet words and the sweeter sounds coming from his gorgeous little sister. Each time he thudded softly against her, Eunchae's tits shook before returning to their gravity-defying, perfect shape and then again as he fucked her. She was so tight... so impossibly tight... he wasn't going to last much longer.

Fortunately, the second Jinwoo's fingers gripped that sensitive soft spot on her naked hips to brace himself, Eunchae felt a sensation she simply could not ignore. It started as a gentle pressure, that didn't go away each time she felt her brother's penis slide from within her. When he filled her again, she felt it get stronger, more immediate.

"OhJinwoo...you feel so good...so fucking big..." she moaned, "do you like ...mnnnnuuhh... fucking your little sister?"

He did his best to respond to her, nodding with an "uh huh," while Eunchae wrapped her bare feet around her brother and pulled at him with her soft, tiny soles.

"Fuck.... Jinwoo...I think I'm gonna... oh god...."

The feeling that had started a moment ago was spreading, it was in her legs, in her chest, and when she tried to keep watching where her big brother's shaft was sliding in and out of her previously virgin opening, Eunchae found the sensation clouding her mind.

Jinwoo pulled all the way out to the tip and thrust back into her. "Ouhhhhhh..." his teenage sister cried.

"Ohgod.... if you keep...mnhhhh... doing that..."

"It's okay Eunchae... come for me..." Jinwoo urged her, shaking her little body again and again.

He was getting close himself, but seeing and hearing his adorable sister falling deeper into the clutches of an orgasm was the only thing Jinwoo wanted in that moment, well... that and to keep spreading her taut pussy and pushing deep into her over and over.

"Mnnnhhhh..... mnhhhh.... uhhhhhHHHH..."

Eunchae grabbed for her brother's hands which were securely gripping her hips. She squeezed tight. The feeling welling up inside her was becoming too much to hold off. If Jinwoo would stop his relentless penetration, she might be able to stop it... but he didn't. Jinwoo impaled his little sister again, and saw a final look of desperation in her eyes when his cock pushed her over the edge.

Eunchae screamed, part gasp and part high-pitched whine. The sound filled the cavernous space and rang in her big brother's ears. It would stay with him much longer still - when Jinwoo remembered that wonderful moment long after.

Her back arched, thrusting her breasts outward. Her abdomen tensed, rippling with her brother inside her. Eunchae had never felt so much passion and sensation despite all the fun she'd had with her brothers up to that point. The intensity was astounding; her whole body shuddered at the impact of her orgasm. To Jinwoo, she had never looked more beautiful.

The teen's quivering tunnel squeezed repeatedly upon her brother's buried rod while she came. It even flooded with further wetness and warmth, coating his protected member. Had he continued thrusting, Jinwoo may have been able to climax with her, but her legs were locked around him; she wouldn't have been able to take it. Instead he remained lodged as deeply inside her as was possible watching his baby sis cum while being fucked for the first time.

It could have been only seconds, maybe a minute, but to Eunchae it felt like an hour that her body and mind were paralyzed by the orgasm. Eventually she loosened up, and opened her eyes to see Jinwoo watching her lovingly. She felt embarrassed to have been so helpless, but he reassured her.

"God you're beautiful," he told her. "You doing alright?"

Eunchae nodded and mustered, "Uh huh" wiping beneath her eye where a tear had mixed with the sweat of her exertion.

She laid back with her hands over her head, sprawled out and exhausted from what her brother had just done to her. Eventually a smile formed on her face.

"What?" Jinwoo asked, seeing it.

"Nothing," Eunchae said, looking up at him again, "That was just.. really amazing.... you were amazing."

Jinwoo swelled with pride. His brother had told him not to expect to be any good his first time, nor to be able to make his partner orgasm. It seemed he had done both with his little sister; he'd be sure to let Jae know that later.

Eunchae hadn't forgotten that her big brother was still snugly inserted into her, and she badly wanted to repay the orgasm he'd literally thrust upon her.

She wiggled her hips and worked an inch in and out of her sensitive pussy to show him. Jinwoo groaned, astounded by how sexy it was when she moved that way.

Eunchae did it again, seeing the look of enjoyment on his face. She didn't want to admit it, because she hadn't made him cum yet, but her pussy was truly sore from losing her virginity. She did her best, and Jinwoo added to the motion by sliding a few inches in and out of her.

"Ohhh Jinwoo... uhhh...." she taunted, wincing with the sensitivity "I can't believe we did that... oh my God I just lost my virginity to my BROTHER!"

Jinwoo groaned. He had been closer than he thought. All the beauty of watching the youthful brunette cum for him had done little to slow his own orgasm, and each little shift she made was stimulating him further.

Seeing it in the way Jinwoo rolled her head back, Eunchae thought of something. "You could keep fucking me until you cum, if you want. Or..." she teased him, "you could cum in my mouth."

Jinwoo's eyes opened wide. He obviously liked the idea, and from the way Eunchae was biting her lip naughtily, she did too.

He pushed his cock into her one more time, almost cumming right then and there. When he withdrew, Eunchae whimpered, feeling empty without Jinwoo inside her. The adorable teen quickly got down on her knees in the sand and rolled the condom off Jinwoo's huge member, amazed again that she could ever have fit it inside her. She put both hands on him the way Jae had taught her, immediately jerking him while sitting up tall. She took his head into her mouth; there was no need to go slow this time, Jinwoo was ready to cum. After sucking on as much as she could fit in her mouth, only a few inches, she popped him out.

"Come on Jinwoo, cum for your little sis...mnhh... I want it in my mouth."

Jinwoo groaned and looked down at her glistening little body, kneeling before him with her breasts perked up and eyes begging him.

"I've never had anyone cum in my mouth. You already fucked me first; do you want to cum in your sister's mouth first too?"

That was it. His little tease of a sister toppled him. Eunchae watched Jinwoo's body tense and felt his cock swell in her hands. She got there just in time.

A huge squirt of cum came from his tip, right into her open mouth. Some of it got on her lip and chin, she could feel its warmth there, but she kept her lips open for more, pumping Jinwoo again.

She was awarded with another jet, and this time she didn't miss a drop. The excited little brunette could taste him as another rope of sperm coated her tongue. It was a little salty, but kinda sweet too; Eunchae liked it. The fact that it was her brother's spunk squirting into her mouth probably made it taste even better.

She kept jerking him, putting her lips right around Jinwoo's cockhead and sucking gently as he came. Her pretty eyes gazed up at him, hoping desperately she was doing a good job. The way she could feel him throbbing perceptively in her hands told her she probably was.

When she could take no more sperm in her mouth, Eunchae pulled back and let whatever her brother had left spurt out onto her. A few more strokes brought small splatters of cum atop her waiting breasts.

Eunchae remembered how Jae had pulled her hands off him when she touched his tip as he finished cumming on her. Instead, she held her hands still at the base of his cock, watching Jinwoo finally start to relax.

Holding him still, Eunchae showed her brother how much he'd squirted into her mouth before closing her lips and swallowing it all. Jinwoo was speechless.

As he looked down at her, Jinwoo felt certain he'd never be so passionate about anyone or anything again. He'd just lost his virginity to his little sister, taken hers as well, and there she was, beautiful as ever, naked and a bit of a mess.

It actually took Eunchae another swallow before she was sure she'd gotten all of her brother's cum. His knees were weak; so Jinwoo opted to collapse to the nearby towel and pull his little sister on top of him. The two of them lay in a heap, feeling each other breathe.

Eunchae positioned herself so she was straddling her brother as she lay atop him, his cock trapped between them. 'Of course he's still hard,' she thought, amused. Eunchae felt perfectly at peace, albeit a little worn out, with her head lain on his chest.

After a while, she propped her chin up and smiled at her brother. As always, Jinwoo's heart jumped. The thought that Eunchae might be as happy as she looked was a great one.

"You sure cum a lot." Eunchae said at last.

Jinwoo laughed that was the first thing on her mind.

"What?" she defended, giggling.

"Nothing..." Jinwoo said, "I was just thinking that you might be the best little sister ever."

"Yep, I am!" Eunchae agreed, getting another laugh from her big brother.

The two of them lay with each other for a few more minutes before Eunchae suggested they get cleaned up and head back home. Neither of them really wanted to, but she was right. At some point, their mom and dad might start to wonder.

Thinking about Mom and Dad made Eunchae swoon over what she and her brothers had been up to. She couldn't even fathom what they would do if they found out, and yet the mischievous brunette was certain she didn't intend to stop. The feeling of Jinwoo inside her yet lingered, and it was technically supposed to be her older brother Jae. She couldn't very well stop now when she had yet to let Jae have his way with her. Not yet, she needed time to recover, but Eunchae had promised him and she was absolutely going keep her word.

The two siblings played with each other in the water and floated about; procrastinating their eventual return to the resort, where their nakedness was not really an option. At some point, Eunchae felt her brother's cock between her legs, hard as ever, as they embraced in the water. She couldn't ignore it yet again, so she pushed him onto his back near the edge of the water and knelt between his legs to appease him.

Jinwoo could only marvel and enjoy as Eunchae went, once again, about stroking him and doing her best to fit him into her mouth. She was getting better each time she tried, using her tongue all over his tip, shaft and balls. She massaged him and stroked him, bringing her brother to a surprisingly quick orgasm that she let spurt out all over her hands.

"Now go wash yourself off," she instructed him, sounding quite satisfied with herself. Jinwoo was laying back on the sand, exasperated, until she grabbed his shoulder and shoved him toward the water.

"Go you big horny boy, haven't you had enough yet?"

Jinwoo snatched her arm and pulled her toward him, "Never," he said, kissing her deeply for one last time while they were alone.

Eunchae was adorable, as always, on the way back, not being bashful about describing how her first time had felt, how big her brother was, or how hard she'd climaxed. Jinwoo thought her comment about how his cum tasted was particularly symbolic of this crazy change in both siblings' behavior. She asked him questions too, like how it felt inside her and if he was glad to share his first time with her. Talking about it with her made Jinwoo want to take her right back where they came from and experiment some more on each other.

Jae was sitting and watching a game on TV at the pool bar when he saw his siblings walking back from the beach. He didn't need to ask, Eunchae was practically glowing. The devil on his shoulder told him he'd made the biggest mistake of his life letting his little brother at her first, but the look of gratitude on Jinwoo's face as they approached helped. A kiss from Eunchae on the cheek and whisper in his ear to "remember her promise" was even better.

Jae handed his little sister a slip of paper that said she had a full spa workover and massage scheduled in about 30 minutes. As if it was possible, Eunchae beamed even brighter and hugged Jae so long he had to push her away.

"Thought you might like a spa date of your own," he told her, "you can thank Jinwoo too, he's paying for half."

Eunchae gave the younger of the two a hug and kiss as well, before scampering off to get ready for her appointment.

As was their ritual, Jae slid a beer down the bar for his brother.

They drank in silence for a moment, until Jae said, "So..."

"So I think I owe you one for what, like... life?" Jinwoo asked.

"That good huh?" Jae prompted.

"God...." Jinwoo said, quieting his voice as the bartender passed, "Better than I even imagined."

"Maybe that's because your imagination is a little limited in that department," Jae teased.

"Ha ha, fuck you." Jinwoo fired back, "But seriously....dude... how tiny she is... the way she sounded when I..."

"ALRIGHT!" Jae interrupted, "That part, I don't need to know about."

"You'll find out, she told me on the way back."

That was a bit of a relief to Jae, if only a bit.

"And we didn't get to have sex for very long, I didn't last..." Jinwoo said.

Jae laughed, talking about it made him start imagining things.

By the time he'd polished off his fourth... or maybe it was his fifth beer of the day, and Jinwoo ordered them two more, Jae felt a little better. He'd done the right thing, he was just incredibly eager to have his turn with the little brunette who was by now stripping down at the spa.

As it turned out, he'd not get the chance that night. For one, by the time the whole family was together again, their parents seemed to be right around the corner at all times. And two, though the youthful teen was feeling amazing after her spa appointment, she desperately needed time to recuperate after her first time with Jinwoo.

Still, Eunchae wore this incredible, fire-engine red spaghetti strap top with jean shorts. Her brothers were beginning to wonder if she owned a single top that covered her flat little abdomen, but each time they saw it, they were grateful she didn't.

Jinwoo risked running his hand across his little sister's abdomen as they passed each other on the way to and from the bathroom later that night. She was pretty sure nobody in the restaurant had seen them, but Eunchae was, admittedly, a little nervous about his unexpected display of affection.

Everybody had been drinking throughout the night, but Jae's beers earlier in the day must've carried over. Only Jinwoo and Eunchae knew what his reason for over-indulgence had been, and they didn't really blame him given how much fun he'd missed out on. Eunchae probably shouldn't have teased him by flashing him seductive looks and lip-bites across the table when their parents weren't looking; which is probably what bought her a much more dangerous display of affection by Jae than Jinwoo's.

When Eunchae was ordering drinks at the bar later that night, waiting for her family to meander over after changing into their swimsuits for a late-night dip, she felt a warm body sidle up behind her. It had to be Jae; the whole approach-from-behind move was kinda his thing by now. And for a moment, Eunchae didn't realize how risky it really was. For a moment, she let her brother's hands grip her waist over a wispy cover-up shirt. She let him place his head in the nape of her neck and breathe her in while she waited for her drink.

Hearing voices somewhere nearby, Eunchae quickly pushed her brother off her and gave him an admonishing glare.

"DAN!" she said in a hushed tone, "you can't do that."

"I know, I know," he replied, "even though you totally liked it."

Eunchae refused to agree with him aloud, but the way she squinted at him said that he wasn't wrong. Jae ordered three shots of tequila and limes, one of which Jinwoo took hold of a moment later when he arrived. All three siblings looked knowingly at each other before tilting their heads back and swallowing the intense liquid. Their younger sister looked positively adorable as she puckered her face after biting the lime.

But that was the last of it, the last they got that evening to even acknowledge that something was completely different between them, something their parents would surely bring them home in an instant for. Eunchae felt like she was basking in the emotion of it all as she sipped a beer amongst her family while wading in the water. It was naughty, it was exhilarating, and knowing the secret that nobody but her, Jinwoo and Jae shared caused her heart to flutter each time she made eye contact with them. This would surely be the most memorable vacation of her life.

Eunchae wanted to look longingly at her brother, Jae, but when she glanced over at him when the sun had long since disappeared in the horizon, it seemed that Jae had gone with it. He was swaying in the pool, and when her father saw it, he insisted that Eunchae and Jinwoo assist him to bed at once.

"We'll reconvene tomorrow morning," said their father, "I for one, could use an entire day with my book down on the beach."

"And a big breakfast," added Jinwoo.

"No surprise there," blurted Jae. Eunchae couldn't contain her giggling. Drunk or not, her brother could always make her laugh.

Their parents decided to stay a bit longer in the hot tub, so Jinwoo and Eunchae scooped their brother up and each took an arm. He tried to fight them off, but quickly changed his mind, deciding that he could use their help to balance.

"Guyyyss.. I'm fine." he drew out.

"I know you are," Jinwoo agreed, smiling at his little sister who was struggling to support her older brother, "we're just lending a hand."

Jae looked exaggeratedly over his shoulder to see his younger brother's hand reaching across to Eunchae's side. "Yeahhh, I can sss.see that," he retorted, still sharp despite the boozy haze.

It took some effort to get Jae back to the room, but nothing unmanageable for the two younger siblings. And despite all Jae's hemming and hawing about how he wasn't ready to go to sleep yet, and he needed another beer, less than a minute after they plopped him on the bed, Jae's snores filled the room. Eunchae didn't even need to be quiet shutting the door behind her, for the oldest of the three was truly down for the count.

Eunchae and her brother sat close to each other on the couch after that. Once a few jokes about their brother were out of the way, a heavy silence ensued. After too many seconds of meaningful eye contact, they locked lips lovingly. Eunchae perked up on her knees and leaned into her brother, kissing him with intent and gratitude for the gift he'd given her earlier that day. Jinwoo's sentiments were the same, and he returned the kiss with equal fervor.

When they broke, the smile on Eunchae's face was so big; Jinwoo thought his heart would stop.

"What?" Jinwoo asked, wondering what could make her smile like that.

"Nothing..." she responded, touching her lips as if to make sure the kiss had been real, "It's just... you two. I never thought we could be like this, but I'm so glad."

Jinwoo smiled back, "believe me when I say, I totally know what you mean."

They chatted for almost an hour before Eunchae left her brother with one more lasting kiss. He would have gladly followed her to bed, but knew not to push his luck, so he settled for the image of her glancing over her shoulder at him just before disappearing into her bedroom.

"Love you Jinwoo," were the words that seemed to ring in his head as he dozed off to sleep.