Novel & Cerita Pervert Brother

No one knows about his behavior, certainly not father. And it only takes for Caesar to mention my mom and the consequences she’s ought to face if I tattle, and my mouth would remain shut about all this. “Brother.” he corrects, “You are going to call me your fucking brother, do you understand that?” Gone were the gentle pats of the salve on my back and I groaned as he pressed the cotton on the wound hard, wrapping his other hand on my jaw forcefully. “Yes-yes . . . Brother.” I stammer, feeling my breathing short from his grip. Oh, what I’d give if he lets me call him a fucking perverted bastard that he is.

"He's a pervert." "Castrate…?" Winter pursed her lips and turned to look at Percy, who was clutching his groin too. "What about him?" "Turns out they're sworn brothers, and he spouts the same crap that his brother did. It's just fair, seeing that they're family." Hearing 'family' left Liev immediately feeling a breeze between his legs, and he instinctively closed his thighs. "Do you know her, Ms. Lawrence?" Jet was left stunned in turn, sensing danger as soon as he heard Winter talk to Mona.

Her monolog began to be audible underneath the peninsula of her mind, thought, and perception. A handsome, wealthy, and charming hotelier... Not knowing why, I just accept all Brother Vir’s kindness to me without any doubt. In the past, I even used to think twice or thrice every time I acceptedBrother Pete’s kindness to me. I always thought he wasn’t really sincere to me. I was sure there was always something which Brother Pete wanted from me. Now, when I’ve figured out his betrayal together with Sister Wenny behind my back all these times, more or less I can conclude that all these times Brother Pete solely wants to enjoy my body, wants to grab away my purity as well as originality. Mmm… Su

"B-But, Restia only wear them after Restia got out from the bath…!" "That's not the problem." I retorted. "Just wearing it is already wrong." "It feels like big brother is always hugging Restia." "There's no way I could hug you for 24 hours, you pervert." "Restia doesn't mind being a pervert if Restia could stay with big brother." I deliberately heaved a sigh afterwards. … There's no way for me to stop this perverted little sister, huh. "Alright, Restia," I murmured. "It's about time you let me talk to them as well."

"And you? What exactly are you, Zeth?" He blinked, his jaw tightening. "What?" "You heard me. You’re calling other guys perverts? You’re the biggest pervert I’ve ever met! You touched your own sister in the kitchen! You’re disgusting!" Zeth’s face went pale for a second, then a dark, angry heat flushed over his skin. He stepped closer, crowding into my personal space. "Yo! Hold on, Zoe. First of all, I am not a pervert. But if I am, then so are you. You weren't fighting me in that kitchen. You were dripping for me! You loved every second of it."

Adrian clenched his teeth, “what brother’s code?” “The brother’s code you know, the brother’s code that we have been abiding to for a long time now, are you still going to pretend now? You don’t remember? Fine, the code which states that any one of us who gets a girl can share with us all and it won’t be a problem, do you remember now?” Kevin asked.

Instead, he leans in, brushes his thumb along the corner of my mouth slowly, then licks the smear off his thumb clean with a low, throaty groan. “Delicious,” he murmurs. This perverted man, he means tasting the food from my mouth. I'm about to smile, but my expression freezes when I see all eyes staring at us. How could Brother be so careless? I can't believe I've been enjoying this out in the open. “Hey, don’t worry about them,” he says, taking my hand across the table. “This is wrong.” I whisper. “No,” he says with unshakable confidence. “It’s fate,” he adds, and I find myself unable to challenge him.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

He looked at his sister as if it were the first time and roared, “Vivica, I am not asking you, but I am telling you to forget this man or face the consequences.” Vivica looked at his brother and sneered, “Big Brother, you are not my father, and you don’t have the right to tell me what to do. Don’t even think of touching his hair, or I will never forgive you.” She tried to open the door, but it was locked. A surge of anger rose in her brother's heart, and he barked, “Did I give you permission to leave?” Vivica shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and replied, “Big Brother, don’t dare to treat me as your subordinate. Please unlock the door, I want to go to class.”

The faintest hint of irritation was etched into his otherwise stony expression. “What were you doing?” he asked, his tone edged with something that sounded suspiciously like possessiveness. I let out a small laugh, amused by his seriousness. “And what business is that of yours, brother?” He frowned, his brows knitting together as his jaw clenched. “You’re a damn pervert,” he muttered, his voice cold, each word like a blade slicing through the silence between us. I nearly laughed out loud. The irony was too delicious, especially considering I knew what he’d been up to. “You’re one to talk, Rhett,” I replied, shoving my hands into my pockets in a gesture of casual defiance.