My Big Brother.

NAYLA’S POV

I felt a slow and gentle touch, cool and feather-light against my leg. Panic surged through me as I shot my eyes wide open, straining to see anything in the pitch-blackness of my room.

I could sense a towering masculine figure, about the same height as my big brother, Roy, standing right in front of my bed. The darkness of my room made it impossible for me to see who it really was. It couldn’t be my big brother. There was no way.

I blinked multiple times to see his face, but all my attempts went in vain.

“Wh…..who are you?” I breathed out, barely able to speak as I feared for my life.

“Turn around,” a deep, masculine voice growled, sending waves of shivers down my spine. My breath caught in my throat, a mix of fear and something else…something unexplainable.

I turned around, my face pressed against my pillow as I shut my eyes tightly. What was going on? Who was it? And what did he want from me?

I felt his fingers trace along my leg up to my thigh, slow and gentle, igniting a feeling of fear…..and unexpected arousal. Why the fuck was I aroused in this situation?

I gasped loudly as he grabbed my waist firmly, pulling me up from behind, exposing my ass to him. He rubbed his huge cock against my ass….my eyes shut open as I felt its hugeness and hardness. He let out a loud groan, his grip becoming stronger as he pressed me harder against his cock.

“I want to have this….I want to have you,” his voice low and hoarse.

Just as I thought the moment would escalate, everything stopped.

I shot my eyes wide open, staring around my bright familiar bedroom as reality hit me. It was just a dream. “Fuck…..It was just a dream,” I breathed out, my heart pounding hard against my chest.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, and my body felt so shaky.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing up and rushing my way to the bathroom, almost tripping in my hurry.

I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would clear my mind. But the water wasn’t helping at all...

“Water, I need water,” I murmured, my voice low as I turned and rushed out of the bathroom, desperate for something to soothe my dry throat.

But as I walked past my big brother’s door, I hesitated, hearing loud pants and moans echoing loudly from his room.

“Arghhh! Fuck! Yes!” I heard him growling loudly.

“Fuck me baby! Harder! I love your huge cock baby! Deeper!” A female voice followed.

I slapped my hand on my mouth to hold back my scream, my stomach twisting violently. I felt like I was about to throw up.

The sounds coming from behind Roy’s door made me want to go insane.

I turned away, forcing myself to breathe deeply as I headed to the kitchen.

I gulped down a full glass of cold water, but the water I had so desperately needed didn’t do anything to cool down the feeling boiling in my stomach.

All I could think about was how Roy had the freedom to explore his desires while I was stuck in this strange limbo of feelings for him.

This felt so unfair. I knew he would never look my way…not in that way. I was just his little sister, the girl who was rescued by the road side accident and adopted into the Donald’s family eight years ago.

Eight years ago, I was saved and rescued from a fatal car accident that claimed both my parents' lives, leaving me as an orphan.

Mr. Donald William, Roy’s father, an elite wealthy billionaire, happened to be driving past our car that day. If it hadn’t been him who rescued me, I too would have been dead.

Well, I can’t really remember much; I was only ten years old. But I’ll never forget the look in my father’s eyes as he stared at me, his lifeless gaze piercing through mine as I screamed for him and my mother to wake up.

“You must be Roy’s little sister,” I heard a female voice say from behind me, causing me to jolt from my thoughts. I turned to see a blonde-haired lady, perhaps a little older than me, wearing one of Roy’s oversized shirts. Her hair messy.

Seeing her in Roy’s shirt made me feel even more pained and jealous, but I tried to control myself.

“Y……yes, I am,” I said, forcing a smile, but she didn’t seem pleased to see me at all. Instead, she eyed me from head to toe.

“I am Laurel, your brother's new girlfriend,” She said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I…..I am Nayla,” I stuttered, my voice cracking as I struggled to catch my breath.

I walked out of the kitchen, brushing past her as I made my way back to my bedroom.

I slammed my bedroom door, pressing my back against the door as tears rolled down my cheek uncontrollably.

He had a new girlfriend now? Oh God! I feel so fucking sick and tired. 

Tired of hopelessly waiting and drowning in my own secret love, or whatever this sickening feeling is.

What I’m I even expecting? I mean look at her! Effortlessly beautiful and so fucking sexy….I can’t even stand a chance with her. Not when I wasn’t anywhere close to being Roy’s type.

“Knock! Knock!”

I felt a hard knock against my back through the door…..The hardness of the knock made me realize it was Roy. What did he want?

I wiped my eyes, sniffing in the rest of my tears before opening the door.

Standing before me was Roy, shirtless. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at his sculpted, muscular body.

I looked away quickly because his half naked body didn’t just remind me of the dream i just had, but how badly I wanted him to fuck me. I felt my pussy clench at the thought of him fucking me, and I pressed my thighs together, trying to contain my urge.

“Hey,” he said. A smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“Do you have any spare clothes I can borrow?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. What kind of question was that? Why did he need my clothes?

“What do you need my clothes for?” I asked, confused.

“I need to give it to Laurel, I ripped off her clothes before fucking her last night and now she doesn’t have any clothes to wear,” He said confidently…