Page 6 of Brother’s Protective Claim

My body was still trembling from aftershocks when he scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My big brother carried me to his room and laid me out on his bed like I was something precious and filthy all at once. Ryker stripped me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered before spreading my thighs wide and burying his face between them.

His tongue was relentless, lapping at my clit, fucking into my hole, sucking on my folds until I was writhing and begging. He made me come twice like that, my hands fisted in his hair, hips grinding against his mouth as I moaned his name like it was the only word I knew.

The way he devoured me, like he was starving for the taste of his own sister, made my head spin with how wrong and perfect it felt.

When he finally stood, he freed his cock, the length rock-hard and leaking. He gripped my leg, hiked it up to his waist, and positioned me enough that he could notch the head at my pussy hole. And then he pushed in slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch my cunt open until he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against my ass.

“Fuck, my sister is so perfect for me,” he breathed, forehead against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, just connected, breathing each other in. Then he started moving in rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside me.

He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into me so deep I felt him in my stomach. “Whose cunt is this, Henleigh?” he demanded, voice rough.

“Yours,” I gasped. “My big brother owns this pussy.” The words made him groan and slam into me harder, one hand wrapping around my throat just enough to make my head spin while the other rubbed my clit. I came again, clenching around his thick cock, soaking us both.

After that, he slowed down, turning gentle. He kissed me deep and slow, hips rocking gently as he made love to me like he had all the time in the world. His hands roamed everywhere as he cupped my breasts, traced my ribs, and held my face so I had to look at him.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips. “So in love with you.” The tenderness mixed with the filthy stretch of his cock inside me broke something open in me. I came harder than I ever had, sobbing his name as my pussy milked him, pulling him deeper.

“I’m never going to get enough of this tight little pussy. You’ve ruined me for anyone else for the rest of my fucking life,” he promised, voice strained as he got close to filling me up. His thrusts grew frantic, more urgent. “You’re tied to me forever.”

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him as far as he could go. When he finally came, he roared my name and flooded me with pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum, so much it leaked out around his cock as he kept rocking through his orgasm, pushing every drop even further into me.

We stayed locked together for a long time afterward, sweaty and trembling, his softening cock still nestled inside me. Ryker kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my swollen lips, murmuring how this was only the beginning.

And I knew that was the truth, without a doubt.

Lying there in the quiet afterward, feeling his heartbeat against mine and his sticky warmth still leaking out of me, I let myself imagine the apartment waiting for us, the late nights after my classes where he’d be waiting, and the mornings where we didn’t have to rush or hide.

It wasn’t perfect, and it never would be to anyone else.

EPILOGUE

A month later, we were settled into our apartment near campus. I’d gone back to school, and Ryker had taken a security job there so he could stay close. He still watched over me, was my protective big brother in public, but when we were alone, he fucked me like I was the only one he’d ever want.

The apartment wasn’t big, but it was our own little world tucked away from everyone who knew us. Mornings I’d wake up to his hands already on me, sliding over my body with that same hungry need. He’d kiss me slow and deep then pull me close and fuck me like he couldn’t get enough, like every time was the first.

Our love was messy and wrong to the outside world, but to us, it was perfect, and I’d never change it.

At night when the shades were drawn and we were just a couple navigating this new relationship away from prying eyes, he’d hold me close, his hand resting on my hip, and we’d talk about the future, about how maybe in the future we could tell our parents. We’d think about how we’d find the right way and the right time because hiding forever didn’t feel right anymore.

At times the old guilt still whispered, reminding me of the family we were lying to and the lines we’d crossed. But Ryker would feel the shift in me and pull me closer, kissing my forehead and whispering that this was our truth and there was nothing to be ashamed about.

And every time, I had no doubts because I believed him.

Our love was messy and wrong to the outside world, but to us it was everything. We both knew it wouldn’t be easy. There would be hard conversations ahead, moments of doubt, and the constant weight of our secret.

But we were in it together.

That was what made it all worth it. The way he looked at me like I was his whole world, the way we fit together even when everything else felt complicated.

The End.