I woke up this morning tangled up in my brother's arms, my body aching in places I never knew could hurt like this. At first, I was confused, disoriented. But as I came to my senses, it all came rushing back - the way Denji touched me, kissed me, filled me up with his... stuff.

I can still smell him on me, the musky scent of his semen thick in the air. It's dried and crusty on my panties, and the thought of it being inside me, deep inside, makes my stomach flutter. I feel used, wanted. Like I'm not the same innocent girl I used to be.

Denji's still sleeping, his arms wrapped around me possessively. I try to wriggle away, but he just pulls me closer, murmuring something in his sleep. I quiver at the sound of his voice, remembering the way it sounded last night when he was...