LITTLE BROTHER

Lena’s POV 🌸

I was still trembling when Adrian finally pulled out of me.

My legs felt like jelly as I stood on shaky feet, his cum slowly dripping down my inner thighs. He kissed me deeply, almost tenderly, while fixing my skirt and smoothing down my disheveled hair.

“You’re going to feel me all day,” he murmured against my lips, a satisfied smirk on his face.

I could only nod, still dazed.

Before I left his office, Adrian transferred a generous amount of money into my account. “For you and Cleo,” he said simply. “Don’t argue.”

His driver was already waiting downstairs. The entire ride home, I sat in the back seat of the luxury car, thighs pressed tightly together, feeling every reminder of what we had just done. My pussy was sore, swollen, and still leaking him. I kept biting my lip, torn between lingering pleasure and the heavy guilt settling in my chest.

By the time I got home, I quickly showered and changed into comfortable clothes. I sat on the couch, waiting for Cleo to return from school.

Thirty minutes later, the door opened. Cleo walked in, backpack hanging off one shoulder, looking tired but brightening up the moment he saw me.

“You’re home early today,” he said, surprised.

“Yeah… I finished my classes early,” I lied, patting the space beside me. “Come sit.”

He dropped his bag and plopped down next to me. I pulled him into a side hug, resting my chin on top of his head like I always did. He smelled like school chalk and the cheap body spray he loved.

“How was school?” I asked softly.

“It was okay. We had a math test. I think I did well.” He paused, then looked up at me with those big innocent eyes. “Did you rest like you said you would? You’ve been looking really tired lately.”

My heart squeezed. I hugged him tighter.

“I’m trying,” I whispered. “Things are getting a little better. I got some extra money today.”

I pulled out my phone and showed him the amount Adrian had sent. Cleo’s eyes widened.

“Wow… that’s a lot.”

I smiled and ruffled his hair. “Yeah. I want you to get those sneakers you’ve been wanting. The good ones. And buy whatever you need for school — new notebooks, pens, that geometry set you talked about. Whatever you want.”

Cleo looked at me for a long moment, then hugged me tightly.

“You always take care of me,” he said quietly against my shoulder. “Even when you’re tired. I wish I could help you too.”

Tears stung my eyes. I kissed the top of his head.

“You help me by working hard in school and being a good boy. That’s more than enough, okay? I just want you to be happy.”

We stayed like that for a while — just hugging. No rush. No pressure. For a few precious minutes, I felt like a normal big sister again instead of the girl who had just been bent over a CEO’s desk and fucked senseless during school hours.

But even as I held Cleo, the ache between my legs refused to let me forget what I had done. The pleasure. The money. The growing addiction.

I was providing for us…