Valentino creeps into Maria’s bedroom, stumbling from the beers he had drank beforehand.
She’s flat on her back, sleeping, wearing an old shirt that had belonged to Valentino from navy boot camp. Her shorts are bunched at her thighs, painfully wrinkly, and before Valentino realizes it, he’s straightening them.
This is his first time seeing his sister in 4 years. Maria had turned 8 years old in his absence and is as cute as ever with dark chubby cheeks and frizzy black hair.
His fingers glide over the soft puppy fat of her stomach; liquid courage has given him the power to see his little sister. Over the years, he received many letters and photos of Maria growing up — Maria playing at the beach, Maria playing with a puppy, Maria dressed for church. He received countless letters as well, crudely written, but as Maria grew, her handwriting strained and her vocabulary expanded.
This is his first time actually seeing her in person in so long, and God — Valentino missed her.
She stirs. Valentino quickly stills, not wanting her to wake up.
The panic ends when Maria’s chest falls back to the tempo of soft baby breaths as she dreams of whatever children dream about. Unicorns, maybe. Butterflies for sure; that’s her favorite animal after all.
Valentino traces the flutter of her lashes and the flat incline of her perky nose and the little bow of her upper lip. Her hair fans behind her head like a black halo, so perfect and shiny. Valentino leans closer and inhales. Strawberry shampoo, with hints of papaya from the bar soap that Lola insists they wash with.
Valentino presses slightly on her lower lip with his thumb, and her small mouth parts easily, welcoming the appendage. Still so little, she suckles instinctively. Valentino’s groin stirs.
“Fuck,” he breathes, seeing his little sister’s cheeks hollow as she wraps her lips around his thumb, calloused from training, and is so much larger than her own.
He feels along her teeth, noting the gaps of fallen baby teeth. A puddle of saliva develops in the pocket between her cheek and gum. Valentino stirs his finger in it, worshiping the viscous baby saliva her baby body is creating.
Reluctantly, he pulls his finger away. It slides out with a small ‘pop’. Maria’s mouth gestures uselessly, seeking it, but Valentino is already stepping out of his pants and underwear, hazy with need, alcohol dulling years of suppression.
He strokes his cock with what little saliva he captured from her mouth. It stands angry and erect, the tip oozing pre-cum. Maria would break underneath him, only 8 years old while he’s 22, but Valentino needs her. He hasn’t held her in so long — touched her in so long.
He doubts his cock would fit in her mouth, much less her little girl cunt, but he lowers it to her mouth anyway and needs to swallow back a moan as she sleepily suckles on the tip. His little sister — 8 years old and already a slut for his cock.
He slowly pumps his cock, savoring each lap of her tongue against his dick. She’s so small and slutty. Already, he can imagine her panties dampening, producing that little girl nectar she has no idea she’s capable of producing, just from sucking the cock of the brother she hasn’t seen in years.
Soon, his ball tightens and he ejaculates all over Maria’s sleeping face. White ropes cling to her lashes and she stirs yet again, delicate brows furrowing at the white splash of liquid. But soon, she settles back into a deep sleep and Valentino is left panting above her, holding his cock as he swallows Maria’s glorious visage.
He falls flaccid, cock hanging, but he’s determined; his refractory period has always been short,but he’s hindered by alcohol. His experience in the military and his left hand taught him more about his body than a woman ever could. Self-pleasure is forbidden by the bible, but Valentino’s sensibilities had long been shattered.
The navy had broken and then remolded him in its image, but it never taught him how to deal with the boredom of waiting. He had sat in a boat for months with only pictures of Maria to guide him, religiously kissing the locket of Maria’s hair in the morning, afternoon, and night.
Maria, who gave him strength. Maria, the reason why he left.
Reuniting with Maria again, it isn’t hard to remember why he left.
His hands wander across her abdomen, soft from intense youth. He carefully — slowly — raises her shirt, revealing her flat chest, and the gentle outline of her collarbones. Experimentally, he touches her nipple with his thumb, butterfly light. She moans, and Valentino carefully hardens his grip on her body, pausing only when she begins to stir, and gently shushing her, lulling her back into sleep.
Emboldened, he lowers his face to her chest and drags his tongue against her nipple. It’s so soft, indescribably soft, and he finds himself addicted to the taste. Gently, he sucks her, so as to not arouse her from sleep. But when his teeth catch on a nipple, she finally opens her eyes. Hazily, lax from the trust she shouldn’t hold her brother to.
“Kuya? What are you doing?” She asks, voice muzzy with sleep.
“Go back to sleep,” Valentino quietly orders, sucking harder, and eliciting a gasp.
“I can’t,” Maria says. “This feels weird.”
“It’s an adult game,” Valentino continues to lick at her nipples. “The rules are simple: stay quiet, and if you do, I’ll give you a special adult reward.”
“I like rewards,” Maria hiccups.
“Be a good girl and you’ll get one.”
“O-okay,” She manages but releases a tiny whine as Valentino sucks a sharp hickey onto her chest. It blooms beautifully, a dark purple. Capillaries weave across, burdened by Valentino’s desire, and Valentino presses a sweaty kiss to it, absorbing his little sister the best he can.
“If you make another noise, we’ll stop,” Valentino says. “I’ll go away and never come back.”
“Don’t go,” she whimpers. “I missed you, kuya. A lot.”
“I missed you too,” Valentino murmurs. “I don’t want to go away.”
“You won’t go away,” Maria says shakily. “I won’t let you. I promise.”
Valentino extends his pinky. Maria hooks her tiny pinky around him; she seals it with a stamp without him needing to guide her. Even after all these years, she still remembers this.
Once more, Valentino is filled with adoration for Maria. His dear sister. His jewel and his reason for living.
Maria.
She bites her little knuckle as Valentino smatters her chest with more hickies, hands wandering all over her small body. Her arms, her armpit, her stomach, and its sides — but his favorite place are her nipples. So small and sensitive; he feels her chest heaving, suppressing moans as she bites her knuckles hard enough to bleed, desperately swallowing back pleasure, overcome with the need to be reunited with her brother, even as he’s acting so strangely.
His hand snakes down her belly and creeps into her panties.
She squirms, but doesn’t say anything as Valentino strokes her clit, gently grinding his thumb into it. The small bundle of nerves, combined with his tongue against her sensitive nipples, makes her arch her back; she’s seeking more even though she doesn’t understand.
Such a fucking slut.
“You’re such a good girl,” Valentino breathes. “I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so good.”
Her chest is a piece of art, varying in shades of purple. They stand strong against her dark skin, a testament to Valentino’s love for her. Valentino kisses each one of them.
Complete with her writhing against him, Valentino tugs down her shorts and panties, revealing her cute hairless cunt. Valentino cups it, and his hand basically swallows her whole. It’s smooth — just like the rest of her.
He continues to pinch her nipples with one hand, toying with the buds as they turn rosy, and continues to stroke her clit. His fingers slide lower to glide against the edges of her slit, slowly pressing inward and inward with each motion, until he feels it.
Wetness.
Valentino’s breathing deepens. His 8 year old sister, aroused from him playing with her body like she’s a common whore.
Unable to control himself, he mashes his mouth against her cunt and drags his tongue against her slit, tasting the juices hidden within that are slowly coming out. She gasps, not loudly because she’s a good girl, but her entire body begins to shake as he fucks her with his tongue, trying to extricate all he can out of her cunt.
He sucks on her cunt, and Maria writhes. Her lip is smeared with blood from biting her knuckles too hard; though Valentino wants to wipe it away with his tongue, he wants to rape her cunt more.
He sucks violently, and now, the juices grow stronger. More potent against his tongue. Excitement thrums through Valentino’s blood. His baby sister is actually getting aroused. He thought she’d be too young, but no. Maria is special, and has been since her birth.
She was made for him, and this shows it.
He slips in a finger. It’s tight, unbelievably so, and Maria begins to weep soundlessly. Pretty brown eyes welling with tears that spill over her puppy-fat-lined cheeks. Open your beautiful eyes, baby girl.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
But she’s so wet, and Valentino can’t help but add his tongue into her, stretching her further. Then a second finger, and a third, until she’s bleeding. Now thrashing, she pummels him with her weak child fists, openly crying, but not screaming because she’s a good girl. She wants the game to end, but not for Valentino to leave. And in that child brain of hers, she knows enough that Valentino will only leave if he’s found out.
She’s such a smart girl.
“Good girl,” Valentino croons. He smears the blood from her cunt onto his cock, then shoves his fingers into Maria’s mouth to suck away the coppery residue. She gags, but slut instinct possesses her, and she sucks, still staring up at him with betrayed watery eyes. “I love you. Do you love me?”
She nods her head, hiccuping around his finger.
“Do you love me more than I love you?”
She nods again. Valentino laughs breathlessly. “You don’t, but that’s okay. I’ll make you love me as much as I love you.”
He pierces her with his cock, expertly clamping his fist onto her mouth before she can shriek. It spills into his palm, muffled, as Valentino fucks her as hard and fast as he can, worshipping her small soft body, engraining the feel of her little cunt around his cock.
She’s so fucking tight. So fucking wet, though from blood or natural wetness, Valentino doesn’t know. Both, probably, and it’s so erotic that Valentino takes a moment to just stare at Maria, who is clawing at his hand. She gouges him with her nails, but Valentino can only feel pleasure at touching his baby sister the way he’s always wanted to, at finally being inside her tight little cunt.
It’ll leave a scar, Valentino can tell, but he wants a scar — a permanent token of Maria’s love for him.
Experimentally, he collects some blood oozing from her cunt, and paints words onto her stomach. Maria is still thrashing, so the words are wobbly, but they say: PROPERTY OF VALENTINO SANTOS DELA CRUZ
He wants to take a picture of it. So he drunkenly reaches into his pocket for his phone and does.
Genius strikes him. If he can take a picture of this moment, then why not record it in its entirety so he can masturbate to it later?
Clumsily, he sets his camera to the appropriate setting. The red square glares at him, but Valentino doesn’t care.
Lifting the camera high, he captures Maria pinned down below him by the hand over his mouth, the claim of ownership scrawled onto her belly, and his cock, penetrating her bleeding cunt.
He cums and cums and cums in her until the blood turns pink and Maria has stopped thrashing. Laying still, she cries soundlessly, motionlessly, as Valentino pounds into her lax body, utterly pliable beneath him, and it’s like fucking a doll.
His dear sweet baby sister. His doll.
He cums until he can’t anymore, but the drunken haze that possessed him earlier has diminished slightly, and the realization of what he’s done slams into him.
He vomits on Maria; it splashes onto his flaccid cock. He doesn’t know what to do, so he pukes until there’s nothing to vomit anymore, so thoroughly disgusted by himself and Maria’s lack of response.
He carries her to the bathroom and bathes her, touching her no more than necessary, sobbing, but Maria is catatonic. He dresses her and then washes the sheets, praying that the hum of the machines doesn’t wake up his family. For once, his parents are here.
They don’t make a peep.
Valentino replaces Maria’s sheets with fresh new ones and tucks her into bed. He decides against pressing a kiss to her forehead. He leaves his keys to the house on the table and packs his bags. Not bothering to change from his contaminated clothes, he gets into his car.
Valentino drives.