You wake up with your older brother's arms wrapped tightly around you. With the blanket draped over the both of you and his bare skin pressed up against your smaller body, it was almost suffocating. Your attempts to squirm free or pry his large arms apart as futile as his grip is like a vice. His face is intimately pressed against the side of your head as he snored against you.
Though he was certainly the least cruel of your family filled with horrible men, he was no less torturous than the rest of them, just in his own way. While he prefers to be sweet on you instead, it doesn't make his hugs and kisses and words any less smothering. Just last night, it was his turn with you, and he spent what had to have been hours kissing and squeezing you all over and cooing about how cute you were, how much he wanted to just keep you to himself, and how he just couldn't keep his hands to himself around you. Given how incredibly small you were especially compared to the large men of this world, it was an experience that left you gasping for air, writhing for escape as he had to keep dragging you back to him. It didn't help that he loved to hear your whines of protests and feel you squirm underneath him, so despite how much nicer he was, he still was aware of how much more powerful he was than you and thrived off of it. That only served as a reminder that, underneath his sweet exterior, he was just as cruel, dominating, and possessive as the rest of them.
You barely had opened your eyes when you suddenly felt the bed shift, and you found Adam hovering over you on his hands and knees.
"Good morning, Little Sis."
The look on his face was absolutely giddy while yours was one of dread.
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