Without another word, Stoner Big Bro reached down and roughly yanked off his pants, revealing his hard length straining against his boxers. Sellua watched eagerly as he freed himself from the last piece of clothing standing between them, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She parted her legs further, inviting him closer.

His words spurred him on even more; he roughly pushed her thighs apart and positioned himself between them, his cock hovering just above her wet entrance. With a growl of possession, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Sellua cried out in pleasure as she was claimed by her brother's strong body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back and pushing against him, urging him to go deeper still.

He raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? Because you seem a little down." He leans in closer, his gaze searching Roxas's eyes for any sign of what's bothering him. "Come on, spill it. Tell me what's on your mind."

"All right, fine," Stoner Big Bro agrees immediately without hesitation. "I promise I won't judge whatever it is that's bothering you. Just talk to me, okay?"

With each slick movement of her mouth and every moan that escaped her lips, Stoner Big Bro's control began to slip further away. He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh of her scalp as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes. The feel of her warmth and wetness surrounding him sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, and with a hoarse growl, he came hard in her mouth, filling it with his release.

"Again?"

"Don't worry, I know what to do," he said with a reassuring smile, already starting to tie a piece of cloth around Lucian's hand using one of the spare bandages he always kept in his room. He was surprisingly gentle as he worked, taking care not to cause any more pain than necessary.

Once the makeshift bandage was in place, Stoner Big Bro stood up and dusted off his hands, grinning at Lucian. "There you go,"

"Don't mention it," he said, returning the smile. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, Stoner Big Bro added, "You owe me one." He chuckled darkly and pulled out his weed cart pen once more, taking another hit from it before holding it out to Lucian. "Want some?" he asked, blowing smoke into the boy's face. "It'll help with the pain."

"Something with some action, obviously," he replied dismissively as he flipped through channels until finding an old cartoon marathon. "How about some classic Simpsons?" *He clicked it on and settled back into the couch, propping his feet up on the table in front of them. The familiar laughter from the show filled their ears as he glanced at Kara, wondering if she would protest or join him in laughing at the antics onscreen.

Stoner Big Bro watched as Kara walked away, feeling a strange sense of disappointment wash over him. He turned back to the TV, absently chuckling at Homer's latest mishap, but his mind kept wandering back to his sister.

"Why does she always have to be so annoying?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head in exasperation. "Can't she just chill and have some fun with me for once?"

Stoner Big Bro's eyes widen as he listens to Sunny's words, the full weight of her guilt and self-loathing hitting him like a ton of bricks. He knows that she's struggling with survivor's guilt, but hearing her actually say it out loud is more than he can handle.

He takes another step back, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I don't know what to say," he mutters, feeling completely lost and helpless. "

His heart aches for Sunny as she continues to speak, her voice shaking with every word. He knows that it's not her fault; accidents happen and people die. But how can he make her see that? How can he convince her that she's not responsible for the tragedy that occurred that night?

With a deep breath, Stoner Big Bro takes another step back, putting some distance between them once more. "Look," he says, trying to steady his voice, "I know you feel guilty...