Chapter 5 5

I lowered the glass from my lips. Calvin's head was on my neck, inhaling my scent until his nose was pressed against it.

"Your scent makes me even more addicted, baby," Calvin's husky voice whispered.

"Brother, can you stay away from me? I'm uncomfortable!" I complained as I moved my body away from him. But it didn't make Calvin's embrace let go of me.

"You know the answer, baby," Calvin said. Yes, I knew. Calvin would never let me go freely. Instead, his arms hugged me even tighter.

"But I want to go back to my room," I whined.

"I'll take you," Calvin said. Before I could speak, I squealed when my body was lifted. Now my stomach was on his shoulder as he carried me suddenly like a sack.

"Brother! Put me down!" I shouted. Calvin kept walking. This man seemed deaf. And I couldn't do much until the door to the room was opened.

"Wait! This isn't my room!" I screeched, seeing my bedroom door on the other side.

Calvin closed the door and a locking sound was heard. I was thrown onto the bed. "Brother!" I got up to sit up and glared at him.

"I'm here, baby," Calvin said. In one step of his long legs, he was already halfway up the bed. His face was right in front of mine. "I'll always be near you."

Damn. My situation is not safe. I had to leave his room right now. Just as I was about to leave, Calvin pushed me by the shoulders until I was lying on the bed. "This brother is so rude!" I was angry. I didn't like his rude treatment.

"Oh yeah? I'll be gentle as an introduction," Calvin said. I didn't understand, but then when Calvin pulled up his shirt to reveal his muscular abs, my heart beat so fast I imagined something bad would happen to me. He threw his shirt carelessly on the floor. Then he covered me with his topless body.

My breath caught. My eyes glared at his eyes above my face. "Brother stop playing around. I want to go to my room," I said still bravely speaking.

"Sleep in my room." His voice was a husky whisper. It was a command.

"I want to at least change my clothes first," I whined reasonably. Once I was able to get back to my room, I would immediately lock my bedroom door. That was the plan in my brain. However, I knew Calvin wasn't that stupid to let me go.

"No need to change," Calvin said.

My heart was beating fast. It was impossible for me to sleep with him in just a towel coat, while inside I wasn't wearing any underwear. This is dangerous.

Calvin kissed my temple. Then down to my eyelids. It ends at my lips. Calvin kissed my lips a little longer. He pecked them a few times, before pulling me into his arms.

"Sleep with me tonight." He hugged me like a favorite bolster. Very tightly. Even his long legs locked around mine. My face looked up at Calvin's hard-looking chest. He must have worked out a lot to get his body in shape.

I'm still not sleepy. "Brother..." I called softly.

"Hmm?" Calvin just cleared his throat.

"I met her," I started the story.

Calvin didn't respond. So I continued my story. "He's a very sweet and nice guy. Moreover, I know him. I don't think it's a problem if we're matched up," I couldn't resist telling the story.

"That never happened, dear. Don't dream. Just dream of me," his husky voice said.

I shut up. We were silent again for a while. "How long can I stay single? I want to have a boyfriend too," I complained. When all the girls my age had boyfriends, I was the only one who had been single since I was a kid.

"Until the time comes," Calvin said.

"But when? Dad also wants me to get married soon," I said defensively.

"You'll find out. Just wait patiently, honey," Calvin replied. He then kissed the top of my head under his chin. I said nothing in response.

Gradually my eyes grew sleepy. I closed my eyes in Calvin's tight embrace.

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When I woke up the next morning, I didn't find Calvin in the room. At first I thought Calvin had gone somewhere, but when the door in the corner of the room opened, my guess was wrong. Calvin was seen coming out of the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Are you awake, sweetheart?" Calvin greeted while looking at me. I scrambled to sit up. I realized that the blanket was already down to my feet, while my body was only wrapped in a thigh-length towel coat.

"Damn." Calvin walked over. He sat on the edge of the bed. I froze. "You didn't even wear underwear last night," Calvin said. This man touched my chin. Then all of a sudden, his large palm pushed the nape of my neck until my face crashed into his: Calvin kissed my lips greedily.

Calvin was rough. His kiss demanded me. Even though I tried to close my lips, they eventually opened with Calvin's force. We fought a tongue war. While the rest of my mind tried to push Calvin away, beating his chest to get loose. However, both my hands were gripped by one big hand easily.

Then my body was pushed back until Calvin's athletic body was on top of me, without letting go of our tangle. I rebelled. I realized that we were brother and sister. We had the same parents. This was something very taboo to do. Finally, my tears flowed.

I moaned into our kiss. Encouraging him to end this crazy act. I didn't want anything more to happen than a kiss. I tolerated it all this time. A kiss is fine, even though deep down I refuse to have a hot kiss with him.

Because if I refused, Calvin would do something crazy and dangerous to my life. That horrible incident had happened in the past. Learning from experience, I didn't want it to happen again.

I slowly felt the pressure on my lips loosen. Calvin ended his kiss. Making our saliva thread created again. Then Calvin licked my lips. I really felt guilty for doing something like this with my own brother. I wanted to cry.

His eyes looked blankly into mine. Just stop here, please. "Clara..." called Calvin in his husky voice. "You're mine," Calvin said firmly.

"I'm your sister, sis. I don't belong to you!" I snapped, crying.

Calvin shook his head. "You belong to me. Therefore, no one can have you, including our parents, but me." Calvin reiterated. His tone was commanding. He came closer again, I felt his tongue licking the traces of my tears. I could only close my eyes trying to be patient. Because fighting you is pointless. My brother has gone completely mad.

"Brother .... Mom and Dad must be waiting at the dining table," I coaxed, to get him to let me go from his room.

Calvin released his grip on my hand. He moved away from my body. This was my chance. I rushed out of his room. I ran a little across the hall, and went straight to my room. I locked it and leaned against the door.

My legs weak, I slumped down and knelt on the floor. My tears fell again. Wasn't everything Calvin did abuse? Yes, I know. And before it goes any further, I need to get out of this house. My only hope is Sean.

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