Despite Cecil pleading tearfully that his stomach hurt, Cyrus demanded he endure it in a cold voice. He no longer resembled the always kind and gentle brother. Cecil burst into tears from the fear of receiving an unfamiliar man, and Cyrus caught those tears with his tongue and sucked them up. His attitude suggested he couldn’t miss even a single drop of his brother’s tears.

He drank Cecil’s tears while violently moving his hips. He wanted to completely wreck his brother’s p*ssy. The obsession and possessiveness toward his brother, and all the time he had pretended not to know despite harboring the same feelings due to meager guilt. He wanted compensation for all of that.

Cyrus became that pathetic man, recklessly thrusting his hips and doing his best to stir the inside so that his male c*ck would please the p*ssy.

He wanted to make Cecil’s p*ssy happy only with his p*nis. He wanted to do his best to ensure that no matter which man approached, Cecil’s interest wouldn’t turn in that direction. Cyrus stroked Cecil’s sobbing cheek and kissed him.

“Brother, I love you. I love you. Okay?”

“Hngh, hu, huu…”

“I’ve loved only you since before I was born. I love you…”

He had sensed Cecil’s movements from inside the womb and heard his voice. In Cyrus’s life, only Cecil existed as love. Even the family members became precious to him because Cecil existed. In Cyrus’s life, truly only Cecil’s existence held meaning.

“Don’t… cry…”

Suddenly, Cecil reached out a weak hand toward Cyrus’s face. He didn’t even know he was crying, but droplets clung to Cecil’s hand. Cyrus moved his hips wildly with a completely distorted face.

The fist-sized gl*ns pounded the colon, making glistening love fluid pour out. The bumpy inner wall passage chewed on the p*nis, squeezing it. The thickest middle pillar pressed down on the bladder, making Cecil shake his head.

“Ungh, I think I’m going to cum, aahn!”

Cecil clawed at his brother’s shoulders, trying his hardest to escape from underneath, but Cyrus didn’t care what he released or wet himself with. Rather, he wanted to see him in a messy state. That was something only he should see. Only he could drink it up and only he could wipe it clean. So Cyrus pounded the p*ssy vertically to completely crush the inside. It was a position like mating.

Thud, thud! Thud!

“Aaahn! Hnng, strange, ah! It’s strange, it’s straaange…!”

Cecil screamed seemingly at death’s door. He burst into tears saying it was strange, frantically clawing at the shoulders and curling his toes. Cyrus listened to his brother’s screams while violently stirring the inside until the colon felt ready to tear. The interior opened up more and more. Just a little more and the gl*ns would shatter the inside.

The speed increased even more. Now Cecil’s pupils were half-rolled back, and his face, covered in tears and saliva, had an ugly color. It wasn’t his usual delicate and pure beauty. Cyrus became excited at that ugly face and pounded inside like hammering, and at the moment he inserted to the base for the last time, the colon completely opened.

“Huaaah!”

Cecil’s pupils rolled back completely, and a resounding scream filled the room. The opened colon sucked on the gl*ns, and the thick meat pillar crushed both the bladder and prostate simultaneously. Cecil’s lower abdomen swelled greatly and fluid began to burst out.

The strong smell began to spread, and Cyrus shot his s*men into his brother’s p*ssy that wet itself. The amount was enormous, and his lower abdomen filled up seemingly carrying eggs, at a level comparable to the fluid Cecil released.

“Hah, haah…”

Cecil’s face with rolled-back pupils went completely slack, streaming tears, snot, and saliva, and below, his plump b*ttocks trembled. Through the middle cleft, s*men that filled all the inner walls overflowed and flowed outside. After trembling like that for over ten minutes without regaining consciousness, Cecil eventually closed his eyes.

At the completely unconscious appearance, Cyrus finally sighed and slowly withdrew his c*ck. With its reddish color and tremendous length, it looked like a snake crawling out from inside the body.

Cyrus wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down at Cecil. He looked cute and lovely, unconscious and pickled in s*men and urine. Cyrus pressed his p*nis against the unconscious Cecil’s face to wipe off s*men, and also rubbed his p*nis in his armpits to smear s*men there. He wanted to spray his fluids all over his body, marking territory, but he decided to hold back today.

Finally, after cleaning up all the s*men, Cyrus squeezed his gl*ns tightly to extract a thick lump of s*men, wiped it on Cecil’s tongue, and covered his mouth. When the unconscious Cecil frowned in his sleep and swallowed the lump, Cyrus smiled with satisfaction and embraced Cecil in his arms.

“Brother is mine. Right?”

In place of the one who couldn’t answer, he held Cecil’s chin and playfully shook it up and down. When it looked like he was nodding, he smiled broadly.

“Yes, I’m yours too.”

Cyrus answered alone and embraced Cecil. The night of his first mating with his sibling. He felt incredibly cheerful.

*

The sunlight dazzled. Cecil frowned at the warmth shining on his face and slowly blinked his eyes. Through his blurry vision, something golden and sparkling caught his eye.

“You’re awake.”

Cyrus looked down at him with his arms crossed. At the pleasantly curved eye-smile, Cecil somehow felt awkward and slightly pulled the blanket to half-cover his face. That prompted a pleasant laugh.

“Why are you hiding?”

“I don’t know.”

“You always don’t know.”

The uninhibited behavior from last night seemed an illusion as Cyrus slipped his hands under his brother’s armpits and pulled him up like lifting a child.

“Still a baby.”

“I’m not a baby…”

“Why not? After wetting yourself like that.”

“You…!”

Cecil’s face turned bright red from his forehead to the nape of his neck. He never imagined hearing such things from his younger brother. While he felt flustered and embarrassed, his lips quivering without knowing what to do, Cyrus giggled and pressed his lips against Cecil’s cheek.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I went too far. You’re not a baby, brother.”

“Don’t say things like that…”

“Okay.”

Cyrus laughed softly, then lifted Cecil along with the blanket with an “oof” and sat him on his lap. Though Cecil felt bewildered by how Cyrus treated him like a baby despite saying he wasn’t one, he felt too awkward to complain after the night they’d spent together.

“Does anything hurt?”

“…No.”

“Good. You don’t feel uncomfortable? I cleaned you while you were sleeping.”

“What?”

No wonder his body felt refreshed—Cyrus had cleaned him while he slept. It surprised him that he hadn’t woken up during it, but imagining that Cyrus had cleaned even the most private parts made his cheeks flush involuntarily. Seeing this reaction, Cyrus seemed to guess what Cecil thought and snickered, lightly biting Cecil’s ear before whispering:

“Your p*ssy… was so full of my cum that it kept dripping out no matter how much I cleaned.”

“Ugh…”

“Your p*ssy doesn’t hurt?”

“Stop…”

A hand slipped under the blanket, moving past his groin and into the deeper parts. Just from those words alone, the wet hole made moist sounds as it accepted the fingers. At the slick entrance, Cyrus bit Cecil’s earlobe and licked around his ear.

“It’s not too swollen. It stretches well. Takes my c*ck well too.”

“Hnngh, ah, stop…”

“But why are you getting so wet? Do you drip like this in front of other guys too?”

“Cyrus!”

Cecil called out his brother’s name with a shocked expression. His face clearly asked how Cyrus could say such a thing. Seeing that innocent expression, Cyrus almost burst into mocking laughter but managed to hold it back. If Cecil already made such a face when he hadn’t even said half of what he wanted to, Cyrus could only imagine how shocked he would be when he said everything he desired.

“Brother, hopefully this will never happen, but I’ll tell you once.”

“…”

“If you show this… to another guy, I’ll destroy him so thoroughly that not even his ashes will remain, and you…”

“…”

His gaze, now devoid of humor, held a cold look as he stared directly at Cecil. When Cecil, unconsciously intimidated, maintained his silence without answering, Cyrus soon smiled brightly.

“You’re easily frightened, aren’t you? I’m just worried. What if you abandon me again?”

“When… did I ever abandon you?”

“You did, that day.”

The direct gaze crawled up Cecil’s skin. Cecil averted his eyes first from the gaze that crept up like a snake. “That day” seemed to refer to what happened in the forest when their relationship had ended. It shocked Cecil slightly that Cyrus thought of it as abandonment.

“I didn’t… abandon you.”

“No, you abandoned me. That day.”

His cold voice sounded resolute, leaving no room for compromise. He seemed so convinced that Cecil hesitated, unsure how to respond, when Cyrus smiled with his eyes.

“But it’s okay. You’ve come to me now. You won’t abandon me again, right?”

“…I won’t, I promise.”