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“...Be prepared, because I think I’ll follow in our father’s footsteps. I admit I’m quite perverted and hungry in bed, just like our father, but… I’ll only do it with you. Only you. So brace yourself.”

Leandra buried herself under her blanket and shoved her face into her pillow, acting like a crazy person who was about to lose her mind.

“Grrr! Leandro! I’m going to kill you, you beast! You just keep saying all sorts of nonsense!”

She pulled her head out from under the blanket when she could no longer breathe.

Thank goodness their father had come home last night. She had immediately run to her room and locked herself inside until now.

She checked the time on her cellphone, then used its screen to look at her reflection.

“It’s already seven, and I still haven’t slept. Err… Leandro, this is all your fault!”

Her gaze quickly darted toward the door when she heard someone knock.

She didn’t answer, but when she heard their father speak, she finally got up and opened the door.

“Yes, Dad?”

“I’ll be out of town in a month or two. I might not be able to attend your graduation. I’m just letting you know so you can tell your mother.”

“O-okay, Dad,” she answered before lowering her head.

She waited for her father to leave, but he remained standing in front of her.

“You’ve grown up beautiful.”

“Pardon?” Leandra asked with a furrowed brow, following his gaze as he stared at her chest.

That was when she realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

*What the f*ck.*

She immediately felt uncomfortable and lowered her head slightly when her father touched her head and moved his hand down toward her shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you, Leandra.”

“Are you going to let him have chickenpox, too?”

Both of them turned toward Leandro’s deep, firm voice. He was leaning against the open doorway of his bedroom, his arms folded across his chest.

At his words, their father quickly snatched his hand away as if he had been burned, then wiped it against his trousers.

“You should stay in your room. It’s a communicable disease. What the hell, Leandra?” their father cursed angrily before storming downstairs.

A few seconds later, they heard the front door slam loudly.

Leandra lowered her head and looked at Leandro, who had already approached her, his hands still inside his pockets.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with two perverted men first thing in the morning,” Leandro said, his gaze lingering on her chest.

Leandra covered herself and glared angrily at him.

However, it didn’t take long for her to realize that her glare no longer affected him. Normally, he would immediately react and lower his gaze. Instead, he simply smiled and gently lifted her chin.

“That trick won’t work on me anymore.”

*What? What’s with his voice?*

He sounded so possessive, as though he were no longer the same person.

“W-why… are you acting like… this?”

“I won’t touch you as long as I can still control myself. Right now, I’m filled with anger and jealousy. But seeing your beautiful face and the way you look at me so innocently… slowly makes my anger disappear. However, if you keep standing in front of me like this, I’m afraid I might lose control and do something beyond what happened last night.”

“Pervert!” Leandra screamed right into Leandro’s face before slamming the door shut and quickly locking it.

She leaned against the door and slowly sank to the floor, clutching her chest.

“What the f*ck is wrong with that kid?! He scares me!”

“I told you I’m not a kid anymore, Leandra. Stop calling me that. This will be the last time you say it, because next time, I’ll show you that I’m no longer the little brother you once knew. You know what I mean.”

She could still hear Leandro saying those words before he went downstairs.

“What the hell is wrong with him?!” she whispered, touching her lips and clutching her chest.

“Oh, God. I can’t live with these two perverts in this house, especially when they’re family. F*ck! I really need to move out. This is impossible. Motherf*cker!”

“Leandra, breakfast is ready!”

“Go eat by yourself, assh*le!” she shouted before burying herself under the blanket.

Afterward, she pushed her bed with all her strength until it blocked the door.

Leandro scoffed and shook his head.

“I’m glad you’re still trying to act cool and bitchy. If you act shy and cute in front of me, you’ll only make me want you even more.”

---

“Leandra, open the door.”

“No! Go away, pervert!”

“You need to eat.”

“I already ate! So shut the f*ck up and get lost!” Leandra shouted before kicking the door several times with her foot.

She didn’t go to school that day. When she woke up earlier, she immediately ate and brought some food into her room while Leandro was still away.

She looked like a madwoman as she repeatedly pushed and pulled her bed just to make room to get out of her own bedroom. She had even brought a chamber pot into her room so she wouldn’t have to leave, even if she needed to pee or poop that night.

“You need to eat!” Leandro shouted, his voice now carrying a hint of anger.

But Leandra refused to give in.

She needed to keep acting this way so he would believe she was genuinely angry. She knew she could no longer talk back to him properly whenever he stood in front of her. She automatically lost her confidence whenever he gave her that deep stare.

Those ocean-blue eyes were dangerous.

“Leave me alone, or you’ll go camping at the beach by yourself!” Leandra threatened.

“Okay. But remember, this is the second time you’ve pushed me away today.”

“And? What do I care? Why are you going to punish me? Idiot! In your dreams!”

“We’ll see.”

“Tsk! Pervert! No, you’re not just a pervert. You’re a maniac!”

---

Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday.

She spent all those days hiding in her room. She went to school very early and left very early, too. Sometimes, she even climbed through the window to avoid running into Leandro.

Their Friday plans had been moved to Saturday because they still had dance practice for the prom.

“Are you ready?”

Leandra sighed before nodding at Gelyn while they waited for Cely, who would be driving her own car.

“We’re safe, right?” Leandra asked Cely nervously.

“Don’t worry. I may have gotten my license yesterday, but I’ve been driving since I was a freshman.”

“Oh, thank God,” Leandra said, sounding relieved.

“You shouldn’t thank me. Thank your brother for helping us get laid tonight.”

“Bwehh! Good grief!”

“You can’t relate because you’re a V. After our prom, I’ll introduce you to someone.”

“What for?”

“To break your hymen, girl,” Gelyn interrupted.

“What?!”

“Don’t worry. He’s fine. Very, very fine. You’ll never regret it.”

“No, thanks.” Leandra even raised her hand in refusal.

“Even if you say no, you’re coming with us,” Gelyn insisted.

“Oh, come on, girls. Don’t mind me.”

“Leandra, trust me. It’ll be great,” Cely added.

Leandra rolled her eyes at the two of them.

“Crazy,” she muttered.

---

“Hi! I’m Leandra, and… I’m Leandro’s sister,” Leandra introduced herself to Leandro’s friends when they arrived.

Leandro was already there with his friends and their girlfriends.

“Whoa… I can’t believe she actually came,” Julian remarked.

Leandro simply smiled at Julian in response.

“She looks so fresh. I wonder if it’s true that she’s still a V.”

“She must be. I heard she’s never had a boyfriend, unlike her best friends,” Sam replied to Yuka’s comment.

Leandro slammed the stick he was holding while roasting a marshmallow. The impact sent tiny sparks flying into the air, carried by the wind.

“Oh, Leandro! Please be careful. The sparks are flying everywhere. The girls might get hurt,” Julian said, referring to the girls sitting around them and chatting as they introduced themselves one by one.

“Watch what you say. She’s my sister.”

Leandro angrily turned toward his two friends, catching them off guard.

“Bro, I’m sorry. It was just a joke,” Sam apologized.

“Leandro, please chill. We came here to have fun. We won’t touch your sister. We have our own girls,” Yuka added.

“Get your act together.”

“Leandro, what’s with you? Chill. You know they won’t touch her,” Julian whispered to him.

Leandro didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed angrily on Leandra, who was standing in front of them wearing a bikini.

To him, her bikini was quite revealing. Even though hers was the most modest among the girls’ swimsuits, the fact that it exposed her waist, thighs, and so much of her skin was already enough to make him uncomfortable.

*She shouldn’t be wearing that. She should’ve just worn a pair of f*cking shorts. Jeans would’ve been better.*

“That makes seven punishments for tonight. She really disobeyed me.”

“I’m sorry? Who?” Julian asked.

“Nothing,” Leandro replied before continuing to roast the marshmallows.

---

Leandra raised an eyebrow when she noticed that there were only five large tents set up.

“Where’s mine?”

“There!” Cely pointed toward a large tent farther ahead, separated from the other five.

“No… way,” Leandra said when she saw her brother emerge from it.

“Come on, don’t ruin our night. Since you’re siblings, you can sleep beside each other. We deliberately placed your tent farther away because… you know…” Cely giggled.

“You two won’t be able to sleep, I promise. And it’ll be awkward for you to hear our moans,” Gelyn added.

“What the f*ck,” Leandra cursed.

“Yes, dear. That’s exactly what’s going to happen tonight,” Cely giggled again.

“Oh, God,” Leandra muttered, pressing her fingers against her temples.

*These two are crazy!*

Didn’t they realize that separating her tent from the others only made her more nervous and uneasy? She felt that Leandro was even more dangerous than her friends.

“Sigh…”

With nothing else she could do, she walked toward their tent at the front while Leandro watched her approach.

“You really don’t listen to me. Cover yourself.”

Leandro threw a towel over her shoulder.

Annoyed, she snatched it and angrily threw it back at his face.

“Just get out of my way! What business is it of yours? This is my body!” she snapped before entering the tent.

Leandro bit his lower lip in annoyance and followed her inside. He grabbed her left arm, leaving only an inch between their faces.

“Remember, you have seven punishments now, and it’ll be eight if you don’t listen to me. It might be your body, but it’ll be mine soon. So brace yourself.”

—MissPhilosopa