It was surprising how quick perspective could change. When they had been children, she used to crawl into his bed and cuddle against his chest, desperate to escape the childish fears of monsters under the bed and the shadow that lurked in her closet. His touch was always so soothing, encouraging words protective in their crusade to banish away the dark woes. But now it was just<i>all</i>wrong. Valeria found no comfort in the dancing fingers that used to stroke her head until she settled to sleep, the weight pressed into her smaller frame. Why...? Why was he acting like this? Darling sister was at mercy to the older brother's snapping insanity.<br/><br/>"Cayn." His namesake was a whisper on her lips, a probe to gauge his attention as he seemed to bear down on her with all his strength. Her breathing was a sharp shudder in her lungs, and it only served to catch so painfully in her throat when she came to register something hard pressing into her thigh. It wasn't that noticeable, but trapped between her and her brother, it was not difficult to make out through the front of his jeans the arousal of the male mammal. Aching to do only one thing, Valeria was startled into silence. He was excited because of her, and the heart confined in the contours of a calcium cage pounded fast like a war drum.<br/><br/>This was not her brother, but a monster.<br/><br/>It wore his face, seething out hollow words and questions she could not find a voice to answer. The air remained messily trapped in her throat, cloying hot and saccharine thick even as she desperately struggled to defend the honor of Albert - the honor of her now fatal decision. But deep down, Valeria wondered if anything could calm him down at this point. Cayn was beyond reasoning, digging their grave together when his hands furthered the top of her dress down. The sound of tearing fabric was an unholy noise and it sent a rush of shock shattering up the knobs of her spine, arch of white cotton out of her view; discarded to the side along with the damning packet of latex.<br/><br/>He had almost completely exposed the pale mound of her flowering breasts, those curves of flesh elegantly cupped away behind a lacy bra. It hugged her ample bosom appropriately, and showed off all the delectable skin that had never been handled by another man. That specific garment of intimacy had been meant for Albert, not the roaming eyes of her dear brother. Perhaps, when they were growing up together and maturity had never widened the differences between them, he had born witness to her chest; underdeveloped, nothing compared to what puberty would bring.<br/><br/>This, however, was completely against the morals on which they were raised up on.<br/><br/>"This isn't like you. This<i>isn't </i>you! I... I don't want to see you like this." Her pink tongue finally managed to shape air into words, snapping to as she caught sight of the lone tear dripping down Cayn's handsome cheek. He may have been comfortable with her, shedding the more tough facade he wore in her presence, but tears were never common. A young man like him raised under father's harsh definition of masculinity rarely cried. And yet this entire situation was setting him off. Valeria went against the fear she felt to try and reassure whatever it was he found threatening, but before the words of desperate amending could slip from her, darling brother pressed himself flush into her bones.<br/><br/>Cayn's eyes may have been warm, but his fingers were ghostly, draping down her waist to push away the boundary barring him out from her core. She almost could not focus on the snake hissing sweet nothings into her ear, nosing against her cheek to ultimately drown her in its masculine scent. And then every limb of Valeria's slender being tightened when she felt the long-fingered hand pressing against her untainted fruit. It was intrusive, unwanted. He... he was going to-<br/><br/>"S-Stop! Please!" She whined pleadingly, muffled partially by the sudden weight centered against her chest. There was his mouth, hot and shaky, covering hers with the force of someone who was frightened to lose it all, and Valeria had to swallow her remaining cry. He had experience kissing all those girls that had looked like her, and despite her witnessing the vague make-out sessions in the living room by mistake, Cayn had never kissed them as passionately. She could not hide her tongue from him, the bile of molestation continuing to rise in the back of her throat as his slippery organ curled wet and hot against her own.<br/><br/>It only made the kiss worse when she opened her mouth to let out an audible sigh of horror, permitting him deeper access even as one of his dexterous digits stroked gingerly at the entrance of her heat. She didn't want this, so why wouldn't he listen? The heart of fear throbbed with both anger and nervous tension against her rib cage, and she finally had the will to bring her thin arms up - snaking appendages pressing into Cayn's chest, hitting him in an attempt to drive her discomfort home.<i>Stop!</i>