Yandere short story collection

8)older Brother and You

The dark, narrow space makes it hard to breathe. You desperately cover your mouth with your hands to prevent yourself from making any sound. Your two round deer eyes are widened to the extreme, staring at the only narrow gap that lets in a little light in horror. You try your best to slow down your breathing, but you still can't stop your heart from beating faster and faster.

　　Click, click, it's the crisp sound of leather shoes falling on the smooth floor.

　　"... Um... My little cutie, where are you hiding, come out quickly, brother misses you so much" The neurotic voice of the man outside the closet sounded in the room, accompanied by his unhurried footsteps in the room, and he hummed softly from his throat "Little rabbit, dear~ Open the door~"

　　You were frightened by the sound outside the closet and couldn't stop shaking all over. Your hands, whose knuckles were slightly white from overexertion, moved slowly upwards, even covering your breath that might make a sound.

　　"Baby, you have to hide well, otherwise..." The man in the room seemed to laugh happily. After he laughed enough, he made a devilish voice again, "If I catch you, brother will break your legs~" When

　　you were almost dying of holding your breath, you finally heard his footsteps leaving the room. You almost fainted and put down your hands, gasping for breath.

　　But almost the next moment, the closet door was suddenly pulled open. Your overly beautiful and even feminine face that was shielded from the light revealed a terrifying and weird smile.

　　"Ha~ I found it."

　　"Ah... Brother, brother, please forgive me, please, I won't dare to do it again next time." He pulled you by one ankle and dragged you back on the smooth floor.

　　"Please, brother, I won't run again."

　　"Oh?" He finally stopped, picked you up and put you on the big windowsill. Your crying face was full of tears, and you felt very uncomfortable. When he finally spoke, you quickly hugged his neck with both hands and offered your lips and tongue to him. You kissed his lips awkwardly, hiccuping and mumbling, "I was wrong, brother, I won't dare to do it again next time."

　　"No," he took back the initiative, holding your head and pressing you to him to deepen the kiss, "No one will believe a little liar who lies again and again." A

　　transparent liquid slid from the corner of your mouth, and you desperately responded to his demands. When he let you go, a long, shining silver thread opened between you. You quickly followed the silver thread to please him, cleaning his red lips that reflected the water.

　　While he enjoyed your flattery, he used his free hand to stroke your slender waist, along your tight thighs, and to your white calves.

　　"You used these legs to escape. They are so brave." He shook his head regretfully, and asked in a friendly tone, "Let's not have it anymore, okay?"

　　"No," you realized he was not joking, and immediately begged in fear, "No, brother, no, please, I really won't dare to do it next time."

　　"No, I won't believe what the little liar said.

　　"Yo" came a devilish voice, followed by a sharp pain in the ankle that made people scream out loud. You finally couldn't help but scream and curse with cold sweat, "... You bastard, you will not die well, beast... ah..."

　　The dim room was filled with a blushing and ambiguous atmosphere. In the middle of the big bed, a naked and strong figure was galloping hard, so hard that it seemed that the big bed was shaking. The person lying on it was thin, with white and round eyes staring blankly at the crystal chandelier that swayed with his vision. The flat abdomen that was supported by the pillow was now slightly bulging, as if it was full of things. The two white and tender thighs were tightly wrapped around the thin waist of the person who was exercising, but the two ankles were drooping weakly. "Puff

　　, puff" In the room full of smells, the sound of water and slapping did not disappear for a long time.

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　　Soon after my mother died, my father married a young stepmother.

　　There was also a burden who was only two years younger than me.

　　"Puchi" you couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

　　But when you stood on the high stairs and saw the pink little dumpling standing next to the disgusting woman,

　　you knew that this was your gift, your exclusive thing for life.

　　You lived with this little dumpling and grew up together.

　　But one day, the little dumpling shyly told you that she had someone she liked

　　. That's not okay. You thought, this would never be allowed.

　　What kind of place should I choose to enjoy my lovely prey?

　　Just outside their door, okay?

　　Your mother is shouting inside the door, and you are shouting outside, how nice it is.

　　Your things are never allowed to be touched by anyone.

　　Even if they are broken or rotten, they can only rot in your arms alone.