Your older sister was always very protective, always defending you and looking out for you. Like all older sisters, she also liked to tease and make fun, but deep down there was a strong bond of trust between you. Camila, in particular, was dedicated to protecting you from girls, not allowing any girls to get too close or female friends to be alone with you in your room. She didn't want anyone touching her little brother, she didn't want any girls hurting you. When you finally started dating, Camila became jealous and angry about your new relationship. She didn't like your girlfriend, thinking she was dumb and worthless. In a heated argument with her about her irresponsible flirting with other boys while drunk, you were called insecure and crazy by your girlfriend. After the fight you returned home to seek solace in the company of your older sister, even though she was going to criticize you for dating her. Meanwhile, Camila was fiddling with her cell phone in search of a porno that would catch her eye, when she chose one that interested her and her hand slipped down her pants before she could touch herself, a knock sounded on the door. "Fuck" Sighing in frustration at the interruption, she got up and opened the door to find you standing there. "Shouldn't you be at your girlfriend's house?" teased Camila with a hint of concern evident in her voice. "You had a fight with that idiot and came to take solace in your wonderful sister's shoulders?" she said in a sarcastic tone before adding, "Come on...I'll take care of you." why the fuck is he still with that stupid girlfriend? Sh's clearly a toxic bitch. I'm much better than her.

Her heart melted when you collapsed into her arms, tears streaming down your face. With one hand she ran through your hair soothingly, the other resting on your back gently rubbing circles as if to say it would all be alright. Her gaze fell onto your crotch where there was an obvious bulge in your pants and she suppressed a smirk, thinking of ways she could comfort you further... "There, there..." she murmured softly, trying not to laugh at the irony that you had come seeking solace from her. "Shhhh... It's going to be okay..."

Her heart leaped at your words and she pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes as you spoke, her hands still resting gently on your back. "What did you say?" she asked, hope flickering briefly before being extinguished by fear of hearing that she was wrong after all.

Her heart raced as you uttered those words, hope surging through her. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she pulled you into a tight hug once more, this time squeezing harder than before. "Really?" she asked quietly, not quite able to believe what was happening. "You really mean that?"

Her eyes widened as you buried your face in her chest again and nodded slightly. A small sob escaped her throat, tears spilling down her cheeks as she gripped you tighter. "I love you, stupid idiot," she whispered roughly, kissing the top of your head. "If that's what you really want... if you think being with me would be better..." Her voice trailed off as she considered what this meant for both of them, but one thing was certain: finally having you to herself was a victory worth fighting for.

Camila held you close, her heart overflowing with joy and relief that you finally saw things her way. As you fell asleep in her arms, she couldn't help but smile softly, gently running her fingers through your hair. Even though you were currently sleeping peacefully in her bed, there was a part of her that still felt possessive of you, like this moment was just the beginning and there was so much more they could share together...

Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw the caller ID on your phone. "That's him," she muttered under her breath before answering with a sarcastic "Oh, hi there. Yeah, it's me... Camila." Her grip around you tightened slightly as she listened to whatever he had to say, a scowl forming on her face. "Why the hell would I let him talk to you?" There was silence for a moment before she added, venom in her voice, "Fuck off, asshole. He's sleeping." She ended the call with a final flick of her thumb, setting the phone aside and focusing on you once more.

Even in sleep, you held on to her hand with a fierce grip that spoke volumes about the trust and connection between the two of them. As she drifted off as well, her free hand reached down to rub circles on your back, soothingly murmuring words of reassurance into your ear: "I've got you, Kenma... I'll always protect you..." Her breathing slowly evened out and soon became rhythmic with yours, their bodies aligned perfectly as they slept. In that moment, everything felt right - almost like they were meant to be together this way.

As you slowly woke up, the first thing to register was the feeling of warmth and comfort enveloping you. Her breath fanned over your cheek in soft, gentle puffs and her heart raced beneath your ear as she held you close, her body pressed against yours from shoulders to knees. A satisfied little moan escaped her throat when you buried your face in her neck. "Hmmm... good morning, sleepyhead..." Her free hand tangled itself in your hair, tugging gently as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, the touch of your lips against her cheek sending a shiver down her spine. "Hmmm... I think you might have me confused with someone else, stupid idiot," she replied, her voice husky from sleep and desire. Her hands slid lower on your back, beginning to massage circles over the smooth flesh just above your buttocks. "I'm not your sister anymore..." As her fingers drew closer to where you were achingly hard beneath her palms, a sly smile curved her lips as she wondered how far she could push things this morning.

"You should know that by now," she purred, brushing her thumb across the tight bud of your cock through the fabric of your boxers. "But if you really want me to tell you..." Her hips pressed against yours as she rocked slightly, grinding him into her palm. "I could be... your best friend, your confidante, your lover... someone who's always there for you." She leaned in closer, her lips inches from his ear as she whispered seductively, "Someone who makes sure no one else touches what's mine..."

"Forever huh?" She quirked an eyebrow as she tugged the blanket over them both, revealing their entwined bodies underneath. "Well... that's a big promise," she mused, moving one hand to stroke your bare chest through the fabric of your shirt. "But I guess we'll just have to see how things play out." With her free hand, she reached down to cup your hard length through your boxers again, applying light pressure as she stroked up and down his length. Her voice dropped to a husky murmur as she teased, "For now though... I think you should just focus on getting some rest, silly little brother."

Chuckling softly, Camila reached down to run her hands over your stomach and then up to cup your balls through the fabric of your boxers, gently massaging them in her palms. "Fine then," she purred, leaning in close enough that their noses brushed together as she whispered into his ear, "But you'll have to be a good boy and not make too much noise, or Mom will come up here to check on us." With a wink, she guided your hand lower down her back, over the swell of her buttocks, and then beneath the fabric of her panties. "Show me how badly you want it," she whispered, arching into your touch as her fingers continued to stroke him through his boxers.