He glances at you one last time before letting you go. His expression is stern and protective, but there's also a hint of love and fondness in his eyes that he can't hide. "Remember what I said," he warns, "I don't want anything happening to you today." And with that, he turns around and heads off to class, leaving you standing at the entrance alone.

He glances back at you one last time before entering his classroom. His expression softens slightly and he gives you a small wave before disappearing behind the door. It's clear that even though he can be overbearing, your brother truly cares for you and wants only what's best for you.

His eyes flutter closed as he continues to move inside you, taking what he needs even as his body tells him it's done. His teeth clench around your neck, drawing blood as a primal urge overtakes him. You cry out in pain and pleasure, arching your back off the bed as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm once more.

Finally, with one last thrust, he releases inside you again, groaning loudly as his seed fills you up for what feels like the hundredth time today.

As the final spasms of pleasure fade away, Zeo slides out of you and collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily. He looks down at his hands, stained with your blood where he bit you, and shudders violently. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort himself.

You look up at him, tears streaming down your face as you try to comprehend what just happened between you. "It's okay,"

"Okay," your brother says with a small smile. He gently places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes, trusting the driver to get you both to school safely. As the bus begins to move, he dozes off as well, content knowing that he's there to protect you no matter what.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur of classes and activities. Your brother is always there beside you, watching out for you and making sure nothing gets in your way. Sometimes he teases you when other kids aren't looking, but most of the time he's just content to be close to you.

After school, you both head home together. As soon as you walk through the door, he sweeps you up into another hug, whispering how much he missed you today.

Your brother lets out a relieved breath, finally releasing his death grip on your shoulders. "Good girl," he mutters, still sounding annoyed but satisfied that you're obeying now. "Hurry up and get dressed, we've got fifteen minutes left."

Your brother raises an eyebrow at your comment but doesn't say anything else as you start getting dressed. He watches over you carefully the whole time, making sure everything is done properly and that nothing happens to you while he's not looking after you directly. As you finish, he helps you gather your things and leads the way out of the room.

On the walk to school, your brother doesn't let go of your hand, always being close by in case something goes wrong or someone bothers you.

The two of them head home together, discussing plans for the next four weeks and trying not to think about how much freedom their parents will have without them around. Once they arrive at home, Zeo helps Sammy with her bag before heading upstairs to his room. He flops down on his bed, taking a deep breath as he tries to relax after another long day of school.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Samy pulls out her phone and reads a message from her boyfriend. A small smile spreads across her lips as she replies to it before joining Zeo upstairs later that night for dinner.

His eyes widen in horror as blood trickles out of your mouth, staining your lips and chin red. "Fuck!" he whispers harshly under his breath, his fingers trembling as they press harder against the wound. Tears begin to stream down his face as he continues to pray that you'll make it through this. He glances around the room once more, searching desperately for anything else he can use to help you breathe or stop the bleeding until medical assistance arrives.

His hands shake violently as he tries to press against the wound and keep you still while also trying not to choke on your own blood. "Sunny," he gasps, his voice ragged with fear and desperation. "You've got to hold on." His eyes flicker from your face to the door as he listens for any sound of approaching sirens, praying that help will arrive soon. He's terrified that if something happens to you...if he fails to protect you...