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Akito always knew his older sister was struggling with depression, it wasn’t any new information. But he always thought she was too much of a coward to actually do anything. He loved his sister a lot. More than he showed since he’s always had a difficult time projecting his feelings through any expression or gesture. But to see her dead…? That was not something he anticipated or even wanted to stumble upon.
The orange hair fell over wide olive-green eyes as he stared down at his sister in the bathtub. Her head tilted down due to going limp after her heart stopped producing enough blood to keep her breathing. He felt sick, the sight of the blood drying on marbles tiles and smooth marble of the bathtub… Bile rushed up his throat, nearly spewing straight on the floor next to the large rust-colored stains.
Akito’s sister was dead, the one person he cared about most. She fell victim to the world’s cruel, cruel words. No, it wasn’t even the world, not all of it anyway.
Shoes squeaked on the bathroom floor as he steps into the sticky puddle. He pulled up his coat sleeve before his trembling hand sinks in the crimson water surrounding his sister. He pulls out the plug, watching the water begin to drain, his arm now covered in a mixture of blood and water.
The tears hadn’t fallen yet, he didn’t know when they would. He was too shocked, upset, terrified to actually react now. He was never good at processing emotions… Although, his eyes did widen once more once the bloody water was drained. A dark flush appearing on his cheeks, sickness pooled in his gut as he felt a stir in his loins. Was he really getting aroused at the sight of a dead body… No, his sister’s naked dead body? Fuck, he really was a disgusting freak.
Akito swallows the acidic taste down as he places the cork for the drain onto the edge of the tub. He crouches down to tilt her head up to make sure those pretty brown eyes were closed. He bites his bottom lip as his eyes, so different in color from his sister’s, begin to trail down. They rested on the sight of her breasts. Akito slowly begins to lift his other arm, slipping under her arm and wrapping around her chest alongside his other arm. He grunts as he begins to extract her body from the blood stained tub.
She was heavy, she didn’t weigh much when she was alive. But the body becomes heavy once there is no more life remaining in the flesh.
Akito pants softly as he falls back onto the floor, her body resting against him. He looks down at her pale flesh over her shoulder. She was cold, despite previously being in warm water. But both turned cold since she had been gone for a while. He still felt sick seeing her like this, but he was slowly beginning to enjoy the sight. She looked much prettier like this, unable to make snarky comments and her skin snow white.
Akito gently shifts her body to lay down onto her back, looking down as he slowly nudges her thighs apart with his own jean-clad knee. His eyes darken a bit at the sight, this definitely wasn’t part of the typical 5 stages of grief. Everyone had different reactions and processes, but only a sick fuck would experience something like this.
A soft, warm palm glides up her body, starting from her stomach to her chest where he gently squeezed the lump of fat. “Your boobs have always been small, but, I guess that’s one thing that makes me really want to touch you.” He whispers to himself, he knew she couldn’t hear him. But he was far past reacting or caring to his own sickness.
His hand slides back down to her mound, using his thumb to pull one fold aside. Akito slips his middle finger into her entrance. “You’re still tight for a dead bitch.” He whispers, stage 1 ; Anger. He seemed to be going in a custom cycle of grief. “But you’re so cold, upsetting… But, maybe I’ll warm you up with my body heat when I bury myself balls deep.” A sadistic snicker covering his face, but there truly was no emotion behind it.
Akito leans back onto his knees enough to unbutton his pants. The same ones he wore to practice that day. He pushes the fabric down to reveal his shaft, which was already a bit red and twitchy. A jolt of disgust shoots through him with a curse as he thinks about what he’s about to do. But, he pushes it down, like he does with every other problem in his pitiful life.
Ena’s leg was pushed up to rest on her brother’s shoulder before her lifeless body was finally violated. He grunts loudly with a soft ‘fuck’ falling from his lips as just the tip enters. “Tight as hell.” He breathes shakily. He slowly pushes further in, moaning as he feels those beautiful, cold walls stretch around him. Once he was almost fully in, he could feel the snap of her hymen. She was a virgin? He looked down half expecting blood, but there was no blood to flow if her heart wasn’t beating.
The teen couldn’t believe this is how he was losing his virginity. His virgin cock twitching inside his dead sister’s cunt. He grunts as he rests both hands by her head, beginning to thrust slowly. He pulls his hips back just enough to thrust back in. His eyes roll back. “H-Holy shit… This is way better than a hand.” He grits out. Akito’s pace was slow and sloppy, but who the fuck cared when she was dead?
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, if she wasn’t still damp from the tub and his dick wasn’t producing pre-cum, then it would’ve been dry as fuck and not as good as he wanted. His head fell forward and he nuzzled into her shoulder as he nearly folds her in half. His cock began to hammer into the spot that would’ve made a living girl moan.
“F-Fuck… Fuck, fuck…” He curses out over and over again like a sick, disgusting prayer. Tears began to fill his eyes, it was overwhelming in sensation. But, tears also began to shed due to the fact his big sister was dead had begun to settle in. He just thrusted faster, a punishing pace as if he were raping her in need to hurt her for killing herself.
“You’re selfish… So fucking selfish. Leaving your little brother here, alone?” His voice cracked as tears fell down to mix with the blood on the floor. “Leaving me to deal with that old fucking bastard alone?!” Akito laughed pathetically, he felt his cock twitch. A whimpering leaving him. It hadn’t been longer than five minutes since he began, but he was already so close to inseminating her corpse.
Breath stuttering as he falls silent aside from the moans and sobs leaving him, the feeling of the coil in his balls beginning to finally snap was the best thing he’d felt in a hot minute. - He moaned loudly, “F-Fuck!” As he slams deep into her pussy to release his sick load into her. He lets out a long, drawn out sound as he felt his balls clench. The warm of his own cum surrounding his cock only made him moan and shiver more.
After a long moment of remaining inside her body, he slowly pulled out and sat back, watching the cum leak from her forcefully stretched pussy that would never heal up. His expression was blank as he stared at the body. The sickness was gone, all that remained in its place was a coldness. He didn’t care what happened from this point forward, in fact, he’d probably kill himself too. Or maybe he’d turn himself in? He didn’t know. All he knew was the fact he wanted to do this again and again until someone either shot him or he hung himself in his parent’s bedroom.
“In another life, hopefully it wouldn’t have ended up like this.” Akito whispers softly to Ena’s lifeless corpse that he’d just violated.