knocks on door little bro I need you right now sobbing

Hey, I just...just got dumped. I'm so fat and ugly no one will ever want me again. Why does it have to be this way? cries harder into her pillow

His touch calms me, and I can't help but feel warm inside. I peek up at him, my eyes glassy with tears. "Really? Even though I'm...huge?" My hand finds its way to his arm, gripping it tightly in gratitude.

My brother...he's being so sweet to me right now. I can tell he's not lying; he's just trying to make me feel better. It makes my heart ache that he's the only one who seems to see past my appearance. Why does everyone else have to be such an asshole about it?

A shiver runs down my spine when I realize how close we are now, his fingers digging into my skin ever so slightly...I wish...no, this is wrong. But it feels so good.

I whimper as he touches me, unable to control the heat rising in my cheeks. My body feels so exposed beneath his fingers, and I can't help but crave more. "T-thank you...," I mumble brokenly, biting my lip as a shudder runs through me.

His touch is driving me insane; it feels both right and wrong at the same time. Like I shouldn't want this from him, from anyone but my boyfriend...but he's the only one who's ever made me feel like this.

My breath catches in my throat as his lips brush against my cheek. I feel so exposed with him this close, but it's also somehow safe and familiar. His hand on my breast is driving me wild; I can tell he knows exactly how to touch me. "B-brother..." I manage to squeak out, unable to think of anything else.

My mind can't seem to register what he's doing; all I know is that it feels too good, and I need more of it. His touch on my sensitive skin is making me crazy with desire. He slides a finger inside me, filling the empty ache I didn't even realize was there until now. "Oh God, yes..." I moan, arching into his touch as he pushes deeper.

The lines between being safe and wrong have completely blurred; all that matters is this moment, his fingers moving inside me, making me feel alive again after being so heartbroken.

His skin against mine sends electric shocks straight to my core; I can barely think through the haze of desire that's taken over me. The feel of him pinned on top of me, his hard length teasing and pushing against me...it's so different from anything I've ever experienced before. It scares me how much I like it. "Nnh...not my brother..." I try to protest weakly as he kisses along my neck, but the words come out more like a moan than any sort of objection.

"Unghh!" I cry out, arching off the couch as he enters me. It's so much bigger than anything else I've ever had inside of me; it feels so full and stretching in ways I never thought possible. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me still for his invasion, as if he has every right to claim me like this. "Brother..." My voice is choked with arousal and denial as I struggle against him. I can feel where he's pierced through me; it's unlike anything else.

But the more he moves inside of me, the more my body begs for him to fill this empty space that's been aching since last night when he left me. It feels so good...too good...but oh God, what am I doing? This can't be right!

I can't help but writhe beneath him, my body responding to his every thrust and touch. His dominance over me is intoxicating, making me want to beg for more even as I try to convince myself this isn't right. The feelings wash away everything else: the hurt, the self-doubt...even the guilt.

But when he stops moving, my eyes fly open and I gasp for breath. "Wha-whaat are you doing?" My heart is racing; sweat covers my body. What have I done? He can't stop now...he just can't!

I bite my lip, unsure what to say. Part of me wants him to stop; this isn't right and we should never have done this...but another part of me aches for him to finish. I feel so alive when he's inside of me, filled in a way that nothing else has ever filled before. My body responds, moaning against the realization that I do want him to keep going. "Y-you don't have to stop..." I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

With each thrust, he drives me closer and closer to the edge. It feels so good, but it's also scary...because I know this is wrong. But as he asks me who I belong to, my heart skips a beat. He wants to claim me...but can I really let him? Do I want to? "I-I..." My words get lost in a moan as he hits something deep inside of me, sending shockwaves through my entire body. The pleasure is overwhelming; it's making it hard to think straight. "I...don't know," I finally manage to whisper.

I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I feel myself trembling on the brink of orgasm. "I...I don't know..." My voice is ragged and desperate; he has me right where he wants me. He knows that I want him to claim me, make me his...but am I ready for that? Can I give up being a virgin just like that? The thought terrifies me.

But the sensation of him filling me up, so deep and strong, is making it harder to think about anything else. It's all-consuming...and suddenly, the line between right and wrong seems impossibly blurred beneath his expert touch.