8

Leandro woke up to the loud sound of a tent zipper. He squeezed his eyes shut as sunlight immediately hit his face.

"Yo! You were really out cold, huh! We almost left you behind," Julian greeted him.

He slowly opened his eyes, then bolted upright as he remembered Leandra.

"Your sister's gone. She left early with her best frien—pfft!" Julian burst into loud laughter upon seeing his appearance.

"What?!" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up—only to wince and instinctively squeeze his left eye shut as a sharp pain hit it.

"Bro, poor you. I told you I brought an extra tent, but you insisted on sleeping with your sister. Man, I knew it—you two really aren't close, are you?" Julian said, still laughing.

Leandro grabbed his phone and checked his reflection on the screen.

Oh god. What a 'wonderful' surprise gift, he thought.

He smirked, then let out a soft, manic laugh while clutching his left eye, which was already starting to bruise.

*She sure packs a punch,* he chuckled to himself.

"You need to pack your things. We’ve got to go. Everyone else has already left; it’s just me and Fin remaining," Julian said before walking away.

He remained seated for a moment, staring with a crazed grin at the spot beside him where Leandra had slept the night before.

He checked his phone for the time, only to be met with the word "JERK!" displayed in large letters on his wallpaper. He scoffed. He didn’t know how she had managed to unlock his phone, but he couldn’t help but smile anyway.

"You f*cking assh*ole! Do not talk to me ever again! And don't you ever call me your sister anymore! You pig! Touch me again and I will really kill you! F*cker!"

He let out a loud laugh at her text, then stood up and began packing his things—but not before taking a selfie. ------

Leandro couldn’t take his eyes off the rearview mirror as he sat in the front seat of the car, which Fin was driving.

"What did you do to your sister to get such a heavy blow?" Fin asked him.

"Ha! He was acting a bit too familiar with his own sister—probably caught her off guard. Just the way she looked at you when you started chugging that alcohol... it was a look that could kill. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly why you got hit," Julian chimed in from the back, bracing himself as they neared their house.

He smirked. "It's not bad."

"Ehhh?! Good grief! Does your sister hurt you so often that you’ve become immune to it?" Fin asked, sounding surprised.

"Just try visiting their place. Even with Senior Leandra’s room door shut, you’d be terrified right away."

"Oh, poor you," Fin said with a laugh, to which he simply responded with a smile.

He was wondering what she would do once he got home later. She was furious with him, and he knew she felt embarrassed after what happened last night—which was why she had left so early; she didn't want to see him.

"By the way, I heard they’re planning to hit a bar after their prom. You okay with that, Julian?"

"Huh? Why? What’s up?"

"Come on. After all that moaning and groaning you and Cely were doing last night, you’re not planning on a repeat?"

"Hmm, depends, man. She’s pretty good at handling things. She’s a bit wild—which is exactly what I like—but you know how it is; I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m satisfied just having had a taste. You should try it with her, too. I can guarantee she’s really good." Fin laughed at what Julian said.

"Nah. My girlfriend and I just started dating. She’s the jealous type. I’m not letting her go just yet."

"Why?"

"She gives the best blowjob out of all the girls I’ve ever dated. I mean, she does all the work." Julian laughed.

"I like Cely too, but damn! It takes forever for her to reach climax. My whole body was shaking, but she still wouldn't—we just aren't compatible. I prefer women who are sensitive. You know, there’s nothing that brings a man more joy than seeing a woman trembling with orgasm."

"Damn, you’ve got me turned on. You’re right—it makes us feel like kings in bed when we see them shaking like that." Fin chimed in with a laugh, and the two of them burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, Leandro just smiled, seemingly indifferent to their banter, lost in the memory of what happened last night. Now that he knew how sensitive she was, he would make sure to bring her to heel—to make her obey him. They were right; nothing brings a man more satisfaction or pride than seeing his partner completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Leandra was incredibly sensitive to his touch, and that only made him crave her more.

"Hey! What are you grinning about? As if you actually get it. When are you finally going to act like a man, huh? You’re already circumcised—all that’s missing is the actual act, Leandro!" He was suddenly startled when Julian gave his shoulder a firm, loud slap.

"Leave him be. He’s waiting for someone. Just like his older sister, he’s a virgin. Tsk, tsk. I think they have a family rule: marriage before sex." He smiled at what Fin said and adjusted his position as Fin slowly brought the vehicle to a stop in front of Julian’s large house.

Julian stepped out, carrying a large backpack stuffed with various items.

"See you tomorrow. Thanks for the ride," Julian said, bumping his fist against the other’s.

"So... when do you plan on claiming Vivian?" Leandro’s gaze snapped toward Fin at the question.

"Excuse me?" Fin laughed.

"Come on, bro. You’re a man—act like one! Don’t waste your youth. Claim as many women as you can while you’re still young. Enjoy your life! It’d be a waste to have a c*ck that big if you aren’t out there ravishing women."

They both laughed at Fin’s remark. They had showered together before, so they had seen each other’s pen*ses—and he could confidently say that his was indeed the largest of the bunch.

"You’ve got a d*ck that could drive any girl wild. Don’t waste your time." He scoffed.

"I don’t like it when women become obsessed with me. I might be a maniac, just like my father, but I’ll only ever belong to one woman." Fin laughed at his response.

"True love doesn’t exist, Leandro. The world today is all about money and sex. If 'true love'—the kind you’re talking about—even exists, it’s probably incredibly rare, given how vast the world is. You can’t just easily stumble upon the person who’s destined for you." Leandro smiled, looking proud.

"I don't care about destiny anymore, Fin. The only thing that matters to me is holding onto the woman I chose to be with—dominating her, keeping her firmly in my grasp until she’s completely mine. Mine alone." He replied, his tone serious.

Fin cleared his throat.

"You’re quite a character. You sound so domineering, yet you’re actually afraid of your own sister." He smiled at Fin’s remark; Fin let out a loud laugh before pulling up in front of their house.

"Good luck with your life, little brother!" Fin teased, then sped off.

He tidied himself up as he looked at their house. He paused briefly in front of the door when he caught the faint scent of something burning in the kitchen.

"What was that?" he asked himself, then hurriedly inserted the key into the door.

He knew their parents weren't home, so he was certain that only Leandra was inside.

"Leandra! Leandra!" he shouted loudly as he opened the door, only to be met by thick smoke billowing from the kitchen, followed by the sound of Leandra coughing repeatedly.

"What the hell... happened here?" he stammered, staring into the thick smoke while covering his nose as he walked toward the kitchen.

"What are you doing?!" he asked, his voice loud and frantic, upon seeing his sister quickly walking toward the sink while holding a large frying pan containing something pitch-black.

He was about to approach her when she suddenly raised the frying pan, positioning it right in front of his face.

"Don't you dare! Stay back. Keep five meters away. Uh-uh! Get your feet the hell out of my territory."

"What?" Leandro asked, his forehead creasing as he followed her gaze to the floor. His brows furrowed further when he saw a long trail of tissue paper—stretching from the living room, through the kitchen, and toward the stairs—which she had used to create a barrier between them.

Seriously.

"From now on, don't you ever set foot in my territory! Do you understand?! I will never be a sister to a psycho maniac like you!"

Leandro took a long time to respond; he didn't budge from where he stood, instead slowly folding his arms across his chest. With a smirk, he stared at Leandra—who was fuming—as she thrust a hot, still-steaming frying pan right toward his face.

"Seriously, Leandra? Do you think I can't get past this 'toilet paper' barrier of yours? What if I just walk right in?" Leandro said with a smirk.

Without a second thought, he stepped into her territory—prompting Leandra to swing the frying pan hard. He managed to dodge with a quick movement of his head, but the pan struck his right shoulder instead.

"Ahh!"

"Jerk!" Leandra shouted in anger, while Leandro just stared at her, stunned.

Leandro couldn't believe she had actually done that to him.

"Leandra..."

"That was a warning, you psycho! I’ll never show you any mercy! Ha! Don't you dare set foot in my territory again if you don't want to get hurt."

"What the f*ck."

"F*ck you, you maniac!"