Big Sister Sunset by Frostybox


                                            >You kick your blanket up in a bout of frustration.

                                            >They flare out before gently falling back town to drape over you.

                                            >You huff.

                                            >No matter how much you try you just can’t go to sleep.

                                            >This bed is a thousand times better than the gym mattress you used at the school, but right now comfort isn’t the issue.

                                            >You rub your thighs together, trying to quell the tingling between them.

                                            >It doesn’t work, if anything it only makes things worse.

                                            >You look at the clock and feel even more frustrated with how late it is.

                                            >He’s got to be asleep by now, and since he is that means you’re on your own tonight.

                                            >And if you get started now, you won’t be going to sleep for real until-

                                            >You slap a pillow onto your face and groan loudly.

                                            >After getting that last bit of frustration out you feel slightly better.

                                            >You out a sigh and slowly trail your hands up and down your body.

                                            >One slips up underneath your shirt, the other slips two fingers in under your panties.

                                            >Just as you are starting to trace a circle around your pointed nipple, the door to your bedroom creaks open.

                                            >You withdraw your hands and quickly place them at your side.

                                            >Looking over to your door, through the dark haze of night you spy a short form poking it’s head through.

                                            >You feel a mix of elation and relief upon seeing him.

                                            >You were certain he was asleep.

                                            >”S-Sunny?” Anon whispers into your room.

                                            >You turn onto your side to face him.

                                            “Anon, it’s late. What are you doing up so late?” you ask playfully.

                                            >Anon steps into your room and closes the door behind him.

                                            >His eyes are cast low and his hands fidget with the hems of his pajama top.

                                            >You find yourself biting your lip at how adorable he is.

                                            >”Uhm… I-it happened again Sunny” he mumbles towards the ground.

                                            >Your heart beats faster in anticipation for what you know will be coming.

                                            >You can’t help but titter to yourself… cumming.

                                            “What was that Anon? I couldn’t hear you little bro, why don’t you come closer to big sis huh?” you request while patting the side of your bed.

                                            >He looks up at you briefly then lowers his head back down and trudges over to you, not once letting the hem of his top go.

                                            >The moment he’s in arm’s reach you snatch him up and slip an arm around to his back.

                                            >He tenses up and lets out the most adorable squeak.

                                            >You rub his back gently to put him at ease.

                                            >Anon drops the hem of his top and lets his hands dangle at his side.

                                            “Now what were you saying Anon?”

                                            >He makes small noises as he tries to formulate his words.

                                            >All the while you are getting more adventurous with your hand, letting a few of your fingers trail as far down as his bottom.

                                            >”I-i said that it happened a-again Sunny.”

                                            >You hum questioningly.

                                            “What do you mean Anon? What happened? Did you wet the bed?”

                                            >He looks up at you with a frustrated scowl, “No!” then drops it and lowers his head again, “I’m feeling funny again.”

                                            >You can’t wipe the dumb smile off your face, watching him struggle with this.

                                            >Having him convinced that he has to turn to your for help.

                                            >Knowing that he’s dependent on you like this.

                                            >It all sends shivers down your spine and that just makes you smile.

                                            “Oh? Where you do you feel funny at Anon? Will you show big sis?”

                                            >He fidgets around a little, thinking for a moment.

                                            >C’mon Anon…

                                            >He picks up his hands and hovers them over his waist.

                                            >They slip under the hem of his top and slowly, you watch in hungry anticipation as he lowers his bottoms and underwear.

                                            >Once they travel down enough, his hard little cock springs up and just barely peeks out from under his top.

                                            >The sight makes your damp nether feel hotter.

                                            >The way it twitches.

                                            >How you think you can see the faintest bead of pre already on his tip.

                                            >You squeeze your thighs together firmly to keep yourself calm.

                                            “Oh my…” you feign shock, “It happened again huh Anon?”

                                            >He nods.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            “Well, I’m glad you came to me Anon. Don’t worry, I’ll help you feel all better okay?”

                                            >Anon nods again, “Okay Sunny… I’m sorry.”

                                            >You withdraw your hand from his back and sit up on the edge of your bed.

                                            >His head remains low, until you slip a hand under his chin and tilt him up to look you in the eyes.

                                            >His beautiful emerald green eyes shine even with so little light in the room.

                                            >You can see a faint shimmer in them.

                                            “Anon, why are you sorry?”

                                            >”Because I woke you up to help me. I tried to go to sleep anyway because I didn’t want to bother you but…”

                                            >He starts to lower his head again, but you hold him steady and look him right in the eyes.

                                            “Anon… I don’t want you to ever worry about coming to big sis for help okay? I’ll always be here for you little bro.”

                                            >He gives you the smallest smile, which has the biggest impact on your heart.

                                            >He nods in your grasp, “Okay big sis.”

                                            >You pat your lap a few times.

                                            “Now, come here.”

                                            >He takes a second to slip his legs out of his bottoms, leaving his underwear bundled up in them and hop up onto your lap.

                                            >Feeling his warmth against your chest and thighs is Elysian.

                                            >The smell of his shampoo tickles your nose and you can’t help but bury your nose onto the top of his head and take a deep whiff.

                                            >You shiver with arousal.

                                            >”Sunny? Are you cold?”

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            “No Anon, I’m just really… happy to help my little brother.”

                                            >He leans back against you, sinking the back of his head between your breasts.

                                            >His hands fall down and rest along the sides of your thighs.

                                            >You reach around him with both arms, pulling him into a semi-embrace.

                                            >With one hand you gently run a finger up the underside of his boyhood.

                                            >It twitches a couple of times when you withdraw your hand.

                                            >He trembles in your lap.

                                            >His hands grip your pajama legs tightly for just a moment before he lets go and follows it with a soft sigh.

                                            >You are sitting on your own juices at this point.

                                            “This must be really bad huh Anon?”

                                            >He nods, which rubs the back of his head against your chest.

                                            >You bite your lip and raise your finger up to his mouth.

                                            “TH-then you know what you have to do first right?”

                                            >He looks at your hand for a moment before slowly parting his lips and opening his mouth.

                                            >You peer over his head, watching his little tongue peek out.

                                            >Slowly, you bring your hand closer to his mouth.

                                            >His wet tongue takes one long lap.

                                            >The tip digs into narrow gap between your fingers.

                                            >You let out a shuddered breath as you feel his saliva pool at the base of your fingers and trail down your sweaty palm.

                                            >He draws back and leans forward again with another moist lick.

                                            >You close your eyes and imagine feeling his tongue on other parts of your body.

                                            >Feeling it circle around your swollen nipples.

                                            >Having his hot saliva pool in the middle of your chest, between your perky breasts.

                                            >Your other hand pushes on his lower back, scooting him further up on your thighs.

                                            >The moment that gap is made you slip a hand under your panties and squeeze a couple of fingers down between your thighs.

                                            >His tongue continues to eagerly lick each and every finger.

                                            >Coating your hand with his thick saliva.

                                            >You part your fingers just slightly, Anon forces his tongue through the small gap.

                                            >It takes some slightly maneuvering but you manage to part your thighs just enough to slip a finger into your quivering pussy.

                                            “Th-that’s it A-Anon… just a l-little more.”

                                            >He doubles his efforts, even going as far as to take your hand in both of his so he lick you more forcefully.

                                            >You imagine the feeling of his soft hair brushing against your thighs.

                                            >Each of his hot little breaths on your nethers.

                                            >His slick wet tongue on your-

                                            >You bit your lip to stifle your squeaks and moans as you twitch and spasm under him.

                                            >He stops licking and withdraws his face away from you.

                                            >You lean forward with deep heavy breaths, he begins to fall forward with you, but realizes what’s happening after a second and leans back to support you both.

                                            >You withdraw your hand from your panties, a thin trail of fluid still connect you to the hem of your panties.

                                            >You wipe the soiled hand on your sheets and bring it back around to rest on Anon’s exposed lap.

                                            >He jumps a little from the contact but otherwise doesn’t react to what you’d just done.

                                            >His eyes are locked to your other hand, now dripping with saliva.

                                            “V-very good Anon. I th-think we’re ready” you announce through heavy panting breaths.

                                            >You lower your hand down and slowly clasp it around his member.

                                            >Anon’s hip thrusts once and his hands clench your legs firmly.

                                            >You release your grasp and pivot your hand around so your finger tips are all planted firmly on his base, his cockhead is pressing into the palm of your slick hand.

                                            >Anon takes in a deep breath and holds it while you slowly draw your fingers away from him, grazing up the length of his boyhood.

                                            >All the way until you have reached his head, your hand pivots again and your fingers all clasp around his base while your thumb plants itself firmly onto his tip.

                                            >Your thumb slowly traces all around his swollen head, coating it with a mixture of his own saliva and pre.

                                            >Your fingers give him very gentle compressions as you circle around his tip.

                                            >After a moment you pivot your hand back around and graze your fingertips back down the length of his cock until you have returned back to where you first started.

                                            >You repeat this action a few more times in complete silence.

                                            >From you anyway, there’s nothing you’d rather hear than his shuddered breaths, his little gasps, squeaks, and moans.

                                            >All for you.

                                            >The desperation in his breath.

                                            >The pleasure you give him in each moan.

                                            >All of it is for you.

                                            >You slip your free hand up his pajama top and playfully trace the curves of his young body.

                                            >You graze a finger up the middle of his stomach.

                                            >Spread your hand over his entire smooth warm chest.

                                            >Then finally settle for his small pointed nipples.

                                            >He grips your pajama legs tighter and pulls on them as you circle around and around his sensitive flesh.

                                            >”S-Sunny!” he gasps.

                                            >You continue trailing small circles on his chest while you other hand curls slowly over his length.

                                            >You apply just the right amount of pressure and begin stroking him faster.

                                            >He squirms in your lap.

                                            >HIs hands pull forcefully on your leggings.

                                            >Anon plants himself down on your thighs and leans hard against you.

                                            >A gasp followed by many forced exhales follow as his cock swells just a little more in your firm grip.

                                            >He squeaks as the first strand of semen fires out from his urethra.

                                            >You act quickly and pivot your hand so you can continue to stroke his throbbing boyhood while also catching some of his cum in your hand.

                                            >He trusts weakly with each expulsion of thin creamy fluid .

                                            >You close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of his hot seed squirting against your open palm.

                                            >He stops thrusting and falls back against you, completely spent.

                                            >His breathing is heavy and shuddered.

                                            >You open your eyes and look at the mess he made on you.

                                            >The knees of your pajamas are damp with his cum, some of it got to the floor.

                                            >Your cupped hand is dripping slow viscous strands of fluid.

                                            >Anon’s face is an adorable shade of red, his face is sweaty and the hair on his forehead is al matted.

                                            >You carefully unbundle his underwear from his bottoms on the floor near you and fling them up with your toe.

                                            >Your non soaked hand had come out from under his shirt and watched the underwear.

                                            >With a few seconds of pouring and wiping you have cleaned your hand free of most of his cum.

                                            >And earned yourself some excellent material for the nights when he doesn’t come over.

                                            >You toss the soiled underwear on the other side of your bed and return both of your hands to his chest, over his pajamas.

                                            >His breathing is slower now and his eyes are still shut tight.

                                            “Anon?” you coo right into his ear.

                                            >He shifts a little

                                            “Anon” you call again, this time giving him a gentle shake.

                                            >He opens his sleepy eyes just a little, then rubs them further away with his shaky hand.

                                            >”Sunny?” he asks sleepily.

                                            “Mmhmm” you hum sweetly, ‘Do you feel better now Anon? Is the funny feeling gone?”

                                            >He nods and leans back against you, “Yeah… now I’m tired.”

                                            >You nuzzle the top of his head.

                                            >”Can I sleep here with you Sunny?”

                                            >You find yourself smiling again.

                                            “Of course Anon, here, put on your pjs first.”

                                            >You help him slip into his bottoms, he’s so sleepy he doesn’t even question the lack of underwear.

                                            >After a bit of shuffling around on the bed you and Anon find yourselves in a comfortable position.

                                            >He’s curled up on your side with his head tucked into the crook of your arm.

                                            >His arm drapes over your stomach while your arm is over his back.

                                            >He wiggles a little and slips a leg over yours as well before taking in a deep comfortable breath and letting it out.

                                            >You squeeze him against you just a little, enough that he feels it but not enough to wake him up again.

                                            >Oh Sunset, you have done so so much wrong.

                                            >Not you, of course, this world’s Sunset.

                                            >Whatever it was that convinced her to run away from home and allowed you to take her place after you were caught in the school, that was the wrong move on her part.

                                            >This family is wonderful, and her little brother is... amazing.

                                            >Not to say that you haven’t done wrong either, exactly.

                                            >This, right here, is wrong, but…

                                            >Everyone at school fears you, students and teachers, it’s clear on their faces.

                                            >They cower and do everything you say, not because they trust you-

                                            >Anon makes a small noise in his sleep.

                                            >You stroke his head and he lets out a comforted sigh.

                                            >But he’s different, he trusts you wholeheartedly.

                                            >Not once has he ever looked at you with fear, but with unyielding affection.

                                            >No matter how sharp you were with him early on.

                                            >This world’s Sunset had broken his heart and he gifted his to you after you spent a long time repairing it.

                                            >So this is wrong, this deception you’ve pulled.

                                            >At first it was just another means to get ahead, but after a time you found yourself truly caring.

                                            >Not just pretending, just saying the words or doing the motions.

                                            >Actually caring.

                                            >And he returned it ten-fold.

                                            >So this is wrong, but you can’t help yourself.

                                            >He’s the only one who makes you feel truly as great as know you are.

                                            >And you will do everything it takes to keep that look in his eyes.

                                            >The time is coming when the portal will open.

                                            >You know what you must do, to be the greatest.

                                            >And when you are, you will share the world with him.

                                            >He will learn who you really are.

                                            >You squeeze him against you one last time, as you feel your body begin to get heavy.

                                            >And you can only hope that he will see all that you are willing to do for him.

                                            “I love you Anonymous.”

                                            >His hands squeeze at your pajama top briefly, and you can hear him mumble something back, “-off doo… Sunnnn-“

                                            >No, you are certain that he will.