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...

I trust you, Benjy. I know it'll be okay as long as we do it together...and if you're careful with me. Just give me a little taste of what it feels like...please?

Not at all, little brother. Just be gentle with me...I'm still a virgin there, remember? *He spreads his legs further apart, giving Benjy better access to his ass. He feels nervous but also excited by the thought of losing his anal virginity to his own brother.