"Please, big brother, stop!" I cried, begging while still trying to struggle from his tight grip on my hands. But he just kept sucking on my chest as if he couldn't get enough, passing it around like it was some kind of game. I could feel how hot his mouth was; it was burning.
I started sobbing even harder.
And then, my brother forcefully pulled down my gown and quickly moved his kisses down to my stomach, sucking on my skin while still being aggressive. He let go of my head but still had a tight grip on me with one hand. I tried to kick him, but he quickly trapped my legs with his own so I couldn't struggle anymore.
"Brother, please stop this. I'm scared! This is wrong, brother!" I cried out again, with a mixture of sobs and pleading.
And he just ignored me.
He released my hands, and
