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“Mother Nature”: Baron Helmut Zemo Imagine: Plus Size

A Helmut Zemo Imagine Commissioned by: She chose to remain anon so I won't tag her but thank you love for your commission! Much love! Notes from cx:  "Can you use your oc Jessi for this please? Can we have cottagecore vibes? Can we have an animal mama? Can we have a cool power and some backstory?" Note from myself: Yes, bebe, of course you can have anything you want! -----------  

The tension in the jet could be cut with a knife as the three males resided there.

Sam was caught between irritation at Bucky... in general and due to the fact that he would do nothing but glower at Zemo.

And also by the subject of his glowering himself.

He didn't like the situation in any way, shape or form.

But after coming to the resolution that he was more help to them out of prison that he was in... the both of them had agreed to 'let' him stay.

Even when all of them knew that if and when Zemo was ready to flee... he'd just do it.

"So this woman?" Zemo spoke up.  "Why is it that we must collect her?"

"Collect her?" Sam laughed. "What the fuck, man? She's a woman.  Not a pokemon card."

"We need her." Bucky said shortly.  

"Yeah, we need her." Sam laughed. "What I'm not looking forward to is the ass whoopin that she's undoubtedly gonna dish out when she sees us.  What was it she told you the last time she saw us?"

"Shut up, Sam."

"Oh, yeah.  Something about, 'If I ever see your wish brand Terminator looking ass -"

"Shut. up. Sam."  Bucky snapped.

"Then I'll rip that Transformer's reject arm off and shove it up your ass."  Sam continued through his laughter.

"I think I may like this woman." Zemo said sipping his champagne with a smirk.

Bucky just glowered out the window and Sam looked thoroughly pleased with himself with the torment he'd managed to provide Bucky in only a few short sentences.

"If I may.." Zemo started only to recieve a menacing glare from Bucky.  "If she dislikes you so much what makes you think she'll be willing to help us?"

"Because Jess is easy to bribe." Sam said. "And you're going front the bill for it."

Zemo lifted his eyebrows, "Ah, I thought it would be more interesting.   What's her price?"

"Probably some exotic plant that no one has ever fucking heard of and is impossible to get." Bucky sighed, running a hand down his face.  "She'll let you know."

"If she doesn't shoot us before we get off the jet." Sam pointed out.

Sam wasn't scared of a lot but Jess McCarty was definitely on that list.

Even if he did find her highly entertaining.

"Oh and she hates Sharon." Bucky said staring our the window again. "So don't bring her up."

"I'm not ignorant enough to bring up another woman." Zemo said. "I was married, you know."

He had been teasing but none of them said anything else.

They weren't exactly on the best terms but even still they wouldn't bring up conversation relating to his late family.

Eventually, they landed in large field with a beautiful mountain landscape decorating the distance.

Helmut could distinctly see a large white truck in the distance.

"So much for easing into the situation." Sam said.  "I see she still has Leroy."

"Leroy?" Zemo asked.

"Her truck." Bucky clarified. "Don't ask and don't bring up the bullet holes."

Sam snorted, "Yeah, I think she still owes you a few shots over that."

"Fuck off."

Zemo rolled his eyes at the two of them.

Even after all this time and how much he had become accustomed to their bickering ... it still both amused and annoyed him.

As the three of them descended the stairs of the jet, the slam of a door was heard in the distance.

A woman stepped out and leaned against the grill of the truck, blankly staring them all down.

She was tall, that much Zemo could tell even from a distance, with neck length dark hair that sprung from her head in a wild dark halo.

They'd managed to get about half way to her when she whistled and several dogs bounded from the bed of her truck.

"Fuck." Bucky whispered. "She brought the fucking dogs."

"You better run,"white wolf"." Sam said with a chuckle.

Half amused and half concerned.

"We." he responded. "I'm not the only one here."

"You state your fucking business, Barnes. Before I let them tear you part."

A smirk worked it's way onto Zemo's face as her venomous southern drawl that seemed to contrast so much to her appearance.

She was the picture of lovely.

She looked more like a fairy belonging to a magical woodland than someone associated with the Avengers.

Like a tall, curvaceous Elven queen.

"We need your help and we brought an ATM who has connections." Sam said trying to ease the tension.

She didn't seem impressed.

"I'm not asking again, Barnes.  You got three seconds before I sick the hounds on you.  And they're hungry. We've been into town passed the diner where they're having a fish fry.  My babies are just dying for a snack.  And if you even think about laying one hand on them, I'm turning that fucking arm of yours into a coat rack." she spat.

"God dammit, Jess.  I told you we need your help.  It's a mission and you're the only one who can-" Bucky started before she snapped her fingers and the dogs charged at him. "Shit!"

Realistically, Bucky could've ended those dogs in seconds but if he did, A.) she'd never help them, and B.)  she'd make him suffer for it.

Buck let out some kind of strangled cry as he took off away from the dogs chasing after him.

Zemo, no stranger to the military and the dogs associated with it, noted that none of them actually looked as if they were going to harm him but rather just enjoying the chase.

Bucky didn't need to know that though.

"How long are you gonna let them chase him?" Sam chuckled as he and Zemo finally made their way closer to where she stood leaning against the truck.

Jess shrugged, "So what is it exactly that you need?"

"We just need your help with a mission." Sam said.  "We can talk about the details later if you decide not to kill us."

She scoffed, "I'm not going to kill you, Sam.  But I might maim Barnes a little.  Enough to make me feel better."

She finally turned her eyes on Zemo who gave her a small smile.

"So you're the ATM?" she asked with lifted brows. "Do you have a name? Bank of..."

"This is Zemo." Sam said.  "He's a Baron and he's loaded."

"Zemo." she nodded, dark brows drawing together.

"Please call me Helmut." he said producing a hand.

She took it firmly as she stared at him.

"Zemo..." she said almost tasting the word in her mouth.  "That is so familiar."

Sam sighed, "Yes, it's that Zemo, Jess.  And I know what you're thinking-"

"You have no idea what I'm thinking." she snapped, her eyes wretching themselves away from Helmut's soft dark eyes to meet Sam's endless pools.

"Jess.."

"No, you were not there and you do not know." she said as her skin and hair began to change color as her temper rose.

It was then that Helmut recognized just exactly who she was.

"You were there." he said. "In Sokovia."

Her eyes connected with his.

"Yes, I was." she said.  "I was with the Avengers when we faced Ultron."

"You're the one that stayed." he said.

"Yes." she whispered.

"You are a hero among my people." he said. "Those of us that are left."

"I am no hero." she said turning away from him and whistling for the dogs who had chased Bucky up an old flagpole and were barking at him.

"There would be many more Sokovians dead if you had not stayed. We were not a large people to begin with and there are even fewer now.  I know several who owe you their lives." Helmut said.

"They owe me nothing." she said. "And for the record, of course, I do not support the bombing but I also understand what it is like to be ridden with grief and confusion and anger when you have lost loved ones.  Especially as someone who had lost their own children."

Helmut's eyes softened as he thought of his late wife and child and it was then that he recognized the same tendrils of heartbreak in the woman's eyes.

"For what it's worth, I destroyed my fair share of places in my grief." she said. "People will remind us of our faults as long as we live but what they say can never compare to the torture we inflict on ourselves."

Helmut said nothing, only nodded in understanding.

She turned to Sam with a sigh, "I will help you.  But I am going to kick Barnes' ass for good measure."

"You sure you wanna go toe to toe with the Winter Soldier?" he teased her.

She lifted a brow, "He is just a man.  A soldier.  Like the both of you and I can assure that I am not scared of any of you."

"Well, he's not exactly..." Helmut said.

"Yes he is.  He lives, he breathes, he bleeds." she cut him off.  "And he shot my truck and kicked me off a building.  So I atleast owe him a kick in the nuts."

Sam and Helmut dissolved into a fit of laughter as she whistled again and the pack of dogs came running before bounding into the bed of that beat up white truck.

She opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.

"Do you have a way to follow me? Other than by jet?" she asked through the open window. "Or do I need to drop the hounds off and come back?"

"It's already taken care of." Helmut said gesturing behind to the jet where Oeznik was pulling driving the car off the jet.

"Nice car." Jess said.  "I still prefer Leroy though."

"Definitely a beauty." Helmut said. "A little rough around the edges but all wild things are."

Helmut gave her a soft smile to which she returned before speeding off.

"What the fuck was that?" Sam asked.

"What was what?" Helmut asked.

"You flirtin with her?" Sam said.  "She will eat you for breakfast, man.  And then shit you out and use you to fertilize her little poison garden.  Don't go down that road."

"What road?"

Bucky had rejoined the conversation.

"Man, you run like a bitch." Sam laughed.

Bucky just stared at Sam in irritation.  

"You couldn't even fight off a pack of dogs?" Sam teased. "One of them was a Yorkie, Buck."

"First of all, I told you that you can't call me that." Bucky said.  "Second of all, if I so much as look at one of those dogs the wrong way you know she'll launch a missile at us."

Sam just snickered.

"Apparently, you have a 'kick to the nuts' coming your way." Helmut said and Bucky groaned.

"She is never going to forgive me." he said.  

"Why exactly did you shoot her property and kick her off a building?" Helmut asked as they piled into the car.

There was a brief argument about the seat being moved up before Bucky answered.

"Look, the truck was an accident." he said.  "It was just caught in the crossfire.   And I only kicked her off the building because she was nearly insane."

"Weak logic, man." Sam laughed.

"You were there, asshole!"

"You could've tackled her to the ground."

"While she was trying to choke me to death with vines?"

Sam just laughed at Bucky's predicament while Helmut continued to ponder this woman.

He remembered what little footage there was of her.

After the battle with Ultron, Sokovia had been decemated and the Avengers had left them in the rubble.

In reality, they had tried to evacuate as many as possible.

With the help of Sokovia's own, The Maximoff Twins.

But when it was all said and done, Sokovia was left in the rubble and Earth's defenders just deserted them.

All but the one.

He'd seen the footage.

Shaky cellphone videos of the woman who transformed into animals to move the debris crushing people to death.

Or of how she was in the tents with the small group of survivors using her powers with plants to heal as many as she could.

She'd even tried to plant things and bring the country back to life before the government had basically laid waste to her work.

She'd been most popularly dubbed as Mother Nature by people across the globe but she never spoke in public or confirmed her name.

Helmut got the feeling that she didn't exactly like being apart of the Avengers and certainly did not enjoy the attention that went along with it.

He knew then that it had to have been her that cleared the bodies of his father, wife and son for when he found them among the dead that had been intricately encased in vines with flowers decorating them in the most beautiful way.

When he'd asked about it, he only been told that Mother Nature had stayed to help them.

He hadn't understood that at the time.

After the loss, all he could think of was revenged as grief consumed him.

By that time, she had long since left the Avengers and wasn't on his radar.

He'd never put two and two together.

Helmut drove for the longest time, the lamborghini speeding along the road as they followed the beat up white truck.

The pack of dogs all happily placed in the back, tongues flopping in the wind and tails wagging.

The further they trekked the wilder the country became and soon the hot rays of sunshine only beamed through the thick cover of vegetation above them.

The light through the leaves creating a green glow.

"I feel like Welcome to the Jungle should be playing right about now." Sam commented.

The finally broke through the tunnel of vegetation into a large property of rolling green field smattered with wildflowers and towering trees.

Garden beds and greenhouses were in the distances and horses could be seen grazing freely as chickens clucked around them.

Helmut noted that there were no fences, no pins, no coops for the chickens but instead all he wild life seemed to roam freely.

"Just forewarning you, there's probably a bear or moose around here somewhere." Bucky said. "But don't shoot it or we're dead."

"A bear?" Helmut asked. "She keeps bears as pets?"

"Don't call the animals her pets." Sam said with a smirk, "It pisses her off and as much as I would just love to see you get shot, it's not very practical at the moment."

Eventually they came to a stop behind the truck.

The pack of dogs all bounded out and took off in the direction of several little goats who seemed more than happy to play with them.

Helmut took in the home in front of him.

It was a beautiful home.

Simple in design but stunning in the sense that it seemed to be built around a tree.

"Come inside and have some tea." Jess said. "I'm going to need some if I'm going to listen to whatever utter bullshit you've gotten yourself into this time."

"Uh uh." Sam said with a shake of his head. "That is a lion. I am not going up there."

Jess narrowed her eyes at Sam as Helmut and Bucky looked around for what he was talking about.

Sure enough on the level there was a small balcony where the railing was absolutely littered with cats and a rather large mountain lion was sitting there watching them all with it's great luminous eyes.

"She's pregnant.  Relax." Jess said ascending the steps, gently smiling at Helmut when he followed her without reservation.

"Like that's supposed to instill confidence." Sam said. "You ever been around a pregnant female? Hell no."

"I have been a pregnant female, Wilson.  And I also very clearly remember the labor pain of having twins.  So watch your mouth and come on. If she wanted to eat you she would've already done it. Though if you're so scared, just feed her Barnes.  That should tide her over for a while." she said disappearing into the house with a chuckling Helmut behind her.

"This is your fault." Sam said shoving Bucky who only shoved him back.

"Shut up, Sam." he said before they continued up the stairs with Sam moving a little quicker as the cluster of felines watched him.  

"I hate cats, man." he sad.  "Fucking creepy."

Bucky snorted.

"What?"

"Nothin."

"What?"

"Just fitting that the bird is scared of a little kitty." Bucky teased.

Sam lifted his brows, "First of all, that was not a kitten.  That was full on Lion King back there.  And second of all, have you never seen Looney Toons.  I'm not trying to be Tweety bird."

"Stop being a pussy and come on." Jess' voice rang out. "And shut the damn door. You're letting all the cool air out."

Sam and Bucky grumbled at each other before making their way into the kitchen to see Helmut sitting at the table already happily sipping a cup of tea.

"This is exquisite." Helmut complimented her. "What is it?"

"It's peach and apricot." she said pouring both Sam and Bucky a cup and leveling them both with a look that told them if they didn't drink it she'd strangle them.

"It's wonderful. Thank you." Helmut said.

"It was my daughters' favorites.   Flora loved peaches and Fauna loved apricots. So to please them both my husband used to blend them together for their little tea parties. Along with little pieces of toast and jam."

She smiled into her own cup of tea but there was a sadness there that he recognized.

He chose not to remark on it and instead studied her features as Sam relayed the information as to why they were actually there in the first place.

"I've seen the Walker guy." she said. "It's unsettling to say the least.  But you know I do the limelight, boys.  I walked away from all of that when it became obvious that-"

"Jess." Bucky said. "Please. You don't have to talk to anyone. You don't have to-"

"People died.  And not just in Sokovia.  Yes, that was the final straw for me but it was happening long before that. I understand that 'earth's greatest heroes' or whatever are there to defend everyone.  But no one ever stays around to see the carnage.   No one talks about everyone who dies in the crossfire.  I joined the avengers out of revenge.  I was fueled by my anger and pain and I went on missions.   How many have I ended up inadvertantly killing under this ruse of 'for the greater good'.  I loved Steve to death but he took that shit to his heart and forgot to use his eyes." she said. "While everyone else is busy looking at the 'bigger picture' all of these other people who perhaps you don't know the names of are dying horrible deaths, boys.   I pulled people from wreckage who had moment to live.  People who's organs were crushed into nothing and they were rushing to give me messages to pass along to their families.  Those people are the heroes and no one ever knows it."

The subject of Steve was a sensitive one for everyone but she had a point and they knew it.

She sighed as she looked down into her teacup again, "I will help you regarding John Walker.  But I'm not blindly following orders anymore.   I make my own decisions and when I'm done, I'm done and I don't want to hear anything about it when I go."

The three of them nodded even though she wasn't asking for permission.

"You want some more tea, love?" she asked Helmut who's heart fluttered a bit at the soft term of endearment.

"Please." he said watching as she methodically poured him another cup.

"I can not leave immediately." she said. "I have to take care of a few things first. But you are welcome to stay here if you wish."

"And if you're not afraid of the cat." she said, aiming it at Sam. "Tweety bird."

"I hate you." he said flatly and she only laughed.

"Her name is Cleopatra by the way. Or Cleo for short. And if you give her a can of tuna from that cabinet there then she'll be putty in your hands.  If you rub her belly then she'll love you forever." she said.  "She also seems to enjoy listening to Elvis Presley and laying in the sunlight.  If that should interest any of you."

"Thanks, Jess." Bucky said sincerely.

"You're welcome." she said. "But I still owe you a beating."

He sighed, "Fair enough."

She left the table and meandered out onto the lower porch to stay at the horizon.

Sam and Bucky said nothing as Helmut followed her out there.

"Thank you." he said as he stared off in the distance as well.

"For what?" she asked. "The tea? You're welcome, dear.  It was nothing."

"No." he said turning to look at her. "For what you did for the bodies.  My father, wife and son were among the ones you uncovered.   They told me it was Mother Nature.  I never put it together but now I see."

She said nothing.

"I did it because it was what I would've liked for my own family." she said.  "I'm just sorry I couldn't do it for everyone.  I tried but there were so many that needed healing.  I didn't have ti-"

"The people of Sokovia know that." he cut her off.  "But as a son, a husband and a father, I'm thanking you for myself and also for everyone else."

She said nothing as they stared out at the trees.

"What happened to your family?" he asked her.

He knew, from first experience, how painful it was to talk about something like but he wanted to know.

"There was a bombing." she said. "My husband and I had taken my daughters to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit.   It was so wrapped up that day that it was nearly impossible to get food there.  So we called in some food a couple of miles away at one of the girls' favorite resteraunts.  He'd told me to go and get it and that they'd meet me by the water fountains and we'd have lunch.   I was stuck in traffic for a good hour coming back  when it hit.  They'd called in an air strike because it was confirmed that an extremely dangerous  terrorist was there.  He'd been on the run for nearly a year from a foreign government and when it was confirmed what he had on him, I guess they decided it would be better to blow everyone there off the place of the planet that risk him setting it off and possibly destroying the world.  I saw it hit, saw everything go up in flames before it the whole of everything just crashed into the ground.  Like the whole word swallowed it whole." she said, voice shaking.

Helmut watched with rapt attention as she struggled to continue.

"I just jumped out of the car immediately and took off.  Police were swarming and I got thrown this way and that but I got loose.  My family was in there.  My husband.  My children.  I dove head first into the crater not even thinking about self preservation or logic at all.  There were no survivors of course but I didn't care.   A mother can't just walk away like that.  Or atleast I couldn't.  I should've died on impact based on the fall but I didn't.  About half way down gas released and I can just remember the burning.  My skin felt like it was melting off.  I was still falling through the air and my skin was searing hot, burning every nerve ending I had.  And then I hit.   When I woke up, I wasn't there anymore but I panicked because I was covered in vines.  Wrapped up like a mummy in vegetation." she said, a dark chuckle coloring her tone.

Helmut shivered as a chill ran down his spine.

"The local authorities pulled me out when everything had been cleared and they began to sort through the wreckage.  I'd been turned over to American government when they discovered my ID in my back pocket.  They told me that it took forever for the police to get in because vines kept growing from everything I touched.  Several of them were strangled to death as I lay down there unconscious.  I was deemed dangerous and therefore put it a high security area.   I was told a version of what happened that day and propositioned to join the Avengers.  I was angry and grieving and I wanted to find out who murdered my children, my husband... so I accepted without hesistation. So when I tell you that I understand how you got to the point that you did... trust me.  I get it."

Helmut said nothing as he reached out to take her hand.

"Perhaps, you and I are not so different." he said.

"Probably a lot more similiar than you think." she chuckled.

"Though I am not a goddess." he said with a small smirk.

"I'm no goddess." she said.

"Ah no?" he asked. "Not Mother Nature then?"

"Sure you can call me mother nature...of the current year where I've been poisoned by the human race and am genuinely fed up with life in general.  Maybe Mother Nature's trailer trash cousin, Global Warming." she said and Helmut laughed at her in disbelief. "I can say trailer trash cause I am trailer trash."

Helmut shook his head in amusement.

He wasn't sure of anything in that moment but he was thankful for it and he hoped that perhaps his family was somewhere looking down on him.

He silently thanked them for allowing him to meet the one person who had stayed.

Mother Nature always found a way.

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Happy Birthday

Summary: Helmut gave you the best and the worst gifts of your life on the same day.  Pairing(s): Helmut Zemo x AdoptedSister!Reader Word Count: 2,630 Warning(s): NONCON/RAPE, Incest, Manipulation

(THIS IS A DARK FIC MINORS DNFI: DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT)

A/N: I’ll be real, @mypoisonedvine​ inspired me to write this and now I’ll be dragging you all to hell with me. A/N PS: *Psst* find part 2 here: The Greatest Gift of All

You only stepped into the wine cellar for a minute. You were out of wine and just wanted to get some more from the cellar without bothering your family's staff, they had enough to do every day and they'd have more than enough to do tomorrow. You searched the extensive cellar before settling on a pinot noir from Boudreaux, France, a pinot grigio from Veneto, Italy, and a Rosé from La Rioja, Spain. Why your family thought it needed this much wine was still a mystery but it came in handy sometimes. As you reached up to get the rosé from a higher shelf, you heard footsteps approaching "Oeznik, is that you? Do you think you can help me get this bottle? I'm not quite tall enough." You laughed quietly to yourself but when there wasn't an answer, you turned around and to your surprise, Oeznik wasn't behind you. There, in his Colonel uniform, stood your older brother with an amused smile on his face.

"Helmut!" You exclaimed happily, setting the two bottles down and running to hug him tightly. He let out a small 'oof' when you collided with his chest, wrapping him in a tight hug "Mama and Papa said you wouldn't be able to make it!" "Well, what kind of brother would I be if I missed my little sister becoming a woman?" He asked happily as his own arms tightened around your body. You felt him pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips staying there for a moment before he stepped back, hands resting on your biceps "my god, you've truly grown up since I last saw you, draga. You've grown into such a beautiful young lady, give your favorite brother a twirl? That shade of purple looks absolutely perfect on you," You rolled your eyes but blushed hard under his compliments.

With a nod, you took a step back and twirled; your silver stiletto platform heels glint under the lights of the cellar and the skirt of your plum-purple chiffon dress that stopped just above your knees twirled effortlessly with you. The beaded bodice clung to your curves, the neckline showing a tasteful amount of cleavage while the strap crossed your shoulder blades and exposed the lower half of your back. Helmut clapped slowly a few times, that bright loving grin on his face before his expression fell to one of deep thought "somethings missing." You frowned and looked at him curiously, your head cocking to the side some like a puppy "what is?" "My gift to you, follow me," he said with a soft hum, already leading you towards the bathroom attached to the wine cellar. You looked at him curiously but followed, ignoring the slight shiver that ran through your body when you felt his hand rest on the exposed small of your back.

He turned on the light and stood behind you, reaching into his pocket "now, close your eyes, draga." You gave him a final curious look in the mirror before closing your eyes. You felt him drape something around your neck and you were practically bouncing with anticipation while you waited to open your eyes. "Okay, you can open them," he finally said and you wasted no time complying. A small gasp left your lips as you looked in the mirror, eyes immediately drawn to the diamond-studded necklace he placed on you. It was absolutely incredible, it was a series of small diamonds laid in gold that met on either side of an amethyst that had several slightly bigger amethyst hanging beneath it. "Helmut, it's beautiful, I'm at a loss for words," you said as you lightly ran your fingers over the gems, eyes watering. "I only want the best for my little sister. I bought the necklace from Tiffany's and paid a private jeweler to add those beautiful amethysts," he said softly as he hugged you from behind, looking at your reflections with a proud smile.

"Oh, Hel, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen in the world," you said softly, quickly wiping the tears that fell before they ruined any of the makeup your mother's makeup artist spent two hours on. "You look like the most beautiful young lady I've ever seen," he said softly as his head rested on your shoulder. Helmut was always a physically affectionate person when you were growing up, he often let you sleep in his room whenever you had nightmares and stayed up to take care of you when you were sick, so you didn't think twice about staying like this for a few moments. "We should get back to the party, I think our family will notice if I'm gone for too long," you stated. You made a move to leave but his hold tightened some "they'll be okay for a few more moments." "Still, Helmut, papa has a bunch of people he wants me to meet," you reasoned, making more of an effort to leave the bathroom.

In the blink of an eye, Helmut's entire demeanor changed, he kicked the door shut and locked it. You started to face him, to ask him what he was doing but his hand quickly grabbed the back of your neck as he bent you over the counter "Helmut! What the fuck are you doing?!" "I have another gift for you, Liebling, I'm gonna make you a woman," he huffed, holding your neck firmly as he worked to undo his uniform, all of his awards for honor and gallantry gleaming under the lights and taunting you as you worked to loosen his grasp on your neck and escape. "Stay fucking still before I rip this dress off and send you upstairs naked with my cum dripping from your cunt!" He hissed coldly while bunching your dress around your hips, pushing the lacy black fabric down until it pooled around your ankles. His venomous words quickly making you freeze, the only movements from you was your quivering lip and shaky, uneven breathing.

"Good girl, I'm glad you can follow orders," he said coolly as if he didn't just threaten you. "Helmut, p-please, this-this is-isn't right," you stammered out as his grip on the back of your neck tightened some. "Of course it's right, Draga, you were adopted so I could have someone, someone special to enjoy. Our parents foresaw that I'd need someone and they gave me you," his voice sounded far too sweet for the words he said, it made your stomach twist uneasily. You screwed your eyes shut, you could pretend this wasn't happening, right? You could pretend you were with somebody, anybody else. You tried to steel yourself when you heard his pants hit the floor, a shuddered breath escaping you as you tried to mentally prepare yourself. You bit back a nervous whimper when you felt his head dragging through your wetness, making a shameful and embarrassing blush color your face.

"See, Draga? Your body wants me to do this, your subconscious mind wants me to do this, the only thing stopping you from admitting it is you overthinking this," he said. His hand on your neck trailed down to the collar of your dress, bringing the zipper down with it, making the fabric fall slack. His hand snaked under the fabric instantly, a quiet groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as he lazily fondled your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You are allowed to make sounds, Draga; in fact, I encourage it, nobody will hear us," he chimed in as he toyed with you, teasing your sopping entrance with a proud smirk on his face.

A loud, deep groan drowned out the sound of your pained whimpers and uneven breaths as he entered you with little resistance; the only resistance came from him trying to work his length into your tight, untouched core. He hissed and let his head fall back some when he bottomed out "I knew you'd stay a virgin, little sister, you were saving yourself for me, weren't you? God, I'm so proud of you." "Hel-mut, p-please, stop," you whimpered out, knuckles turning white from the tightness you gripped the counter with. You felt the hand on your hip leave, only to feel a light slap on your cheek "open your eyes Draga, I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you." When you hesitated, he slapped you again, this time slightly harder than before "open. your. eyes." Each word punctuated with a slow pull of his hips followed by a quick push back into you.

With a resigned sigh, you opened your eyes, reluctantly meeting the brown ones you used to find so much comfort in. He tucked some hair behind your ear and smiled at you lovingly, the way a big brother looks at his sister when she graduates school, not while he's forced himself balls deep. His hand found its way back to your hip as he set a rhythm with his hips, eyes boring into yours "you feel so good, little sister, so much better than anyone else I've ever met. It's like you were made for me, huh?" He chuckled darkly as he watched you do your best not to show how you felt, but the way you held your bottom lip between your teeth told him otherwise. He leaned over you and whispered praises in Sokovian, taking his hand off of your breast and moving it down until his thumb came into contact with your clit. His thumb worked fast, tight circles on the little bundle of nerves while his hips sped up, getting rougher.

He angled his hips some and pulled out almost entirely, only to immediately slam back inside of you with a vengeance; he quite literally started pounding the moans out of you. Your moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure, you thought you actually felt the head of his member hitting your cervix with each thrust. "Have you any idea how many nights I stayed awake stroking myself, imagining this moment? All those summers our family went to the beach and it took all my patience and control not to take you in front of everyone when you wore those tiny bikinis? Now, you're finally mine and this moment is better than I ever imagined," he rambled, his breathing getting noticeably more shallow while his rhythm became less consistent. "Fuck, I'm so close, Liebling, I can't wait to paint your tight, warm walls with my seed. I always thought you'd look so beautiful with your belly swollen with my child, your breasts full of milk for the future generation of Zemos," he rambled, a sudden urgency behind his thrusts as he chased his own high.

You felt like you were seconds away from biting your own lip off, trying everything you could think of to stave off the impending orgasm you felt quickly approaching as the knot in your belly tightened. His rambles turned from English to Sokovian to just incoherent rambles. "Come on, little sister, just let go and cream all over your dear brother's cock," he hissed in your ear. You shook your head at the request but you knew you couldn't stop it. He only pounded harder, angry at your denial. You tried, you tried so hard not to but you couldn't stop the orgasm that racked your body in waves. He chuckled lowly and smirked at you in the mirror as he watched your expression contort into one of pleasure. He pulled your ass flush against his hips and came. You felt more and more nauseous when you felt each rope of cum shot into you. Your legs shook beneath you and your head hung in shame, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling into the sink as you sobbed quietly.

Helmut leaned over you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely to him "sh, shh, it's okay little sister, I know it hurt this time but it'll get easier the more we do this, I promise." He moved your hair over your shoulder and planted soft, gentle kisses on the back of your neck and exposed shoulders "I love you so much, Draga, more than anything and I wish I didn't have to be so rough with you, but you didn't give me a choice." "Please, Helmut, go away forever," you whispered shakily between sobs. He tsked quietly "no, you're mine and I'll be home more often to make you see that you were made for me. Now, let's get dressed, fix ourselves, and rejoin your birthday party upstairs. I'll be pulling your panties back up quickly, by the way; we don't want all that seed dripping out of you, do we?"

You gave a silent, shaky nod and the second he pulled out of you, he leaned down and pulled your underwear up, but not before gathering the small amount that was dripping out and pushing it back into you. He brought his drenched fingers up to your face "lick them clean, Liebling." It was a soft order, but an order nonetheless, so you complied. You held his wrist and slowly took his fingers into your mouth, lightly sucking and swirling your tongue around the digits. He pulled his fingers out when he was satisfied and resumed getting dressed, helping you fix and resituate your dress. Once again, he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder, running his fingers over the necklace he gave you "I love you, Draga, never forget that. Okay? Happy Birthday, baby sister." You nodded slowly, trying not to burst into tears. Just like that, he left the bathroom, grabbing the bottles of wine you came down for on his way out.

Your eyes shot open and you woke up in a feverish sweat, shooting up to a sitting position trying to catch your breath. It must be that time of year again, your birthday; you hadn't officially celebrated it since the incident almost a decade ago, but every year without fail you had continuous nightmares in the weeks surrounding your birthday. After it happened, you endured it while you were in college until you graduated, then you moved away without a word. You stopped talking to your parents save for the occasional holiday card and you never talked to or about Helmut; they knew you knew. After a year of shitty jobs and moving around, you landed a nice job as a conservationist at a zoo in Poland. You loved it and felt like you could relax some, but you still never dated. You probably should have gone to intensive therapy but you couldn't bring yourself to.

You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a soft sigh as you fell back into bed. It was 9:30 and you didn't have to be at the zoo until noon so you had a couple of hours to relax. Unfortunately, your peace was disturbed by a knock on your front door. Your plan was to ignore it but when the knocking didn't stop, you forced yourself out of bed with an annoyed huff. The cold wood made you shiver for a second before your feet got used to it and you walked to the living room. The knocking didn't stop until you unlocked both deadbolts and the lock chain. "Can I he...lp you?" Your voice quickly died when you saw the person standing there. Chocolate brown eyes sprinkled with mischief and a smile to match, his hands occupied by a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag "there's the birthday girl, beautiful at ever." "Helmut," you mumbled in shock, your heart stopping and the ache between your thighs returning with a vengeance. "Aren't you going to invite your favorite big brother in?" He asked with that damn head tilt of his.

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