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Mera was headed out tonight.
Wow, top 10 phrases Mera never thought she’d ever think in the context of well, her.
These few months, as much as she’d hate to admit, have been quite fun, going and hanging out with Makoto and their colleagues. She’s become close friends with two of her coworkers, Shimizu and Niwa—again top 10 things she never even dreamed of admitting.
The four of them are quite a tight knit group, much to Mera’s (dis)pleasure. The young woman goes out more than she’d enjoy but it’s always a fun time with the three of them so Mera would never really complain.
Her shrink says it’s a good thing that she’s making friends, building relationships outside of Satoru. Which, in truth, makes Mera quite proud of herself.
She still thinks about him here and there but her friends keep her distracted most of the time. Not all the time but it’s definitely better than before.
Satoru hasn’t reached out to her since Christmas which was fine. She’s… doing better now and Mera would much rather just not speak to him as much as possible. It’s better this way anyway.
Yes, it is.
…
Mera is sure she blinks a million times to ensure what she was seeing wasn’t some hallucination her mind has made up because she dared to think about her brother once.
Albeit, the smell of alcohol confirms the Satoru in front of her is very much real.
She can’t help the way her face scrunches up in response to the smell—Satoru reeks of beer, in fact he smells like he took a shower in beer.
“U-uhm… are you Mera?”
The sound of an unfamiliar voice brings Mera out of her daze. Her eyes meeting with the chocolatey brown eyes of a boy with the cutest pink tuft as hair. He looks no more older than 20, god, who is this boy?
She clears her throat, nodding wordlessly. “Uh, y-yes, yes—! Who are you?” She manages to ask, eyes darting between her brother and the young man currently holding him up.
“Oh, I’m Itadori… Mr. Gojo’s my boss, he… he got really drunk at our office party and someone had to drive him back home, said it was this place?”
Huh.
Her brother is a big piece of work.
What the fuck was her brother trying to get at? This was his place? She’d tell this poor subordinate that this wasn’t actually Satoru’s home but Mera doesn’t want the young man driving around Tokyo looking for his place.
So against all of Mera’s inner thoughts…
“Uh, y-yeah, sure, uhm,” The young woman opens her arms to catch her brother. She is going to kill this man when he’s sober. Mera had literally no time for this, she was already running late.
A small grunt leaving her lips when Itadori carefully placed the weight of Satoru onto her arms—Jesus, he’s heavy. “I never expected Mrs. Gojo to be so young,” the pink-haired man off-handedly mentions as he hands Satoru over.
Mera is way too caught up in trying not to drop her brother onto the floor to even refute his statement. “I— god, yeah, uh, thank you so much for dropping him home,” My god, she’s pretty sure she’s going to have back pain for weeks, why is her brother so fucking heavy?
Itadori smiles and grants her a good night before leaving her doorstep, much to her relief. Mera basically doubling over once the door is shut, a small whine of annoyance and exhaustion leaving her lips.
The young woman catching her breath once she manages to get Satoru to lean on her front door rather than her. How did she end up in this situation? This is so annoying. Satoru is so infuriating.
“Why’re y’lookin’ at me like that…” Satoru slurs, eyes barely open.
“Ah, so you’re awake,” Mera mutters sarcastically, looking over at her brother drunken state. Her hands coming up to undo his tie, or well, finish up the undoing.
“You slammed me against the door, who wouldn’t wake up?”
She only rolls her eyes, pushing his tie into his chest after it’s fully off him. “Where’s your phone, Satoru? I need to call Etsuyo to pick you up,” her eyes roam, trying to find the familiar outline of a phone.
“Why?”
What the fuck does Satoru mean ‘why?’ He knows why!
She takes in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “You know why, Satoru,”
“Why are you dressed like that? Are you going on a date?”
“I— what? N-no, Satoru, give me your phone,”
“No,” he continues to evade her question about his phone. “Are you going out with that Makoto guy?” Her brother’s eyes taking in her outfit, this unreadable look in his eyes.
His concern confused Mera.
Why does he even care if she was? Shouldn’t he be more concerned with getting home to his wife? “Satoru, wh-what—? No, I’m—”
“Why’re you wearing such a nice dress then?” Her brother continues to interrogate her, his hand coming down to slightly tug on the hem of her dress. “I-is it because you’re going on a date?”
His hands moving from the hem of her dress to her waist, pulling her closer. The younger of the two justifiably unsure of what to do. “B-brother you’re drunk…! Let me call Etsuyo please,” She gasps quietly, keeping her hand between them.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Satoru ignores her words, stubborn. The older man making sure their bodies are pressed against one another as he meets her gaze. “Is it ‘cause of Christmas? Are you upset at me?”
What kind of question is that? What is happening right now actually?
She shakes her head, breaking eye contact. “N-no, Satoru, I… please, you’re not thinking clearly,” Mera says between bated breaths, trying to maintain a safe distance despite the fact that her brother seemed pretty insistent of the opposite.
He leans in, letting their lips brush despite the fact that Mera was pushing his chest away. “You’re not wearing my gift, I upset you, didn’t I?”
“Brother, please… let’s not do th-this,”
Mera can’t breathe. She mustn’t meet Satoru’s gaze lest she sleeps with him again.
“I’ll make you feel better, Mera,”
Liar.
“Better than Makoto, c’mon,” her brother coaxes, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. It loosens Mera’s rough hold on him enough that Satoru can close the distance better with a hungrier kiss—she can’t even question the meaning of his words.
Stupid. Stupid. Her mind sings as she melts against her older sibling’s lips like a well-trained dog.
Mera whining against his lips when he lifts her up with general ease not usually found in drunk men, Satoru swapping their positions so it’s her that’s pressed against the door now. “M-m’friends are gonna look for me…” the protest was futile but still a protest—Mera can’t say she didn’t try.
“Tell ‘em y’got some… mmh— thing to do…” her brother suggests unhelpfully. “S’not enough of a reason,” Mera gasps out when they break for air, her brows furrowed.
“Doesn’t matter, baby,” His dismissal should piss Mera right off but all the young woman could focus on was their shared body heat. “Yer’ already here… c’mon— me or them, Mera? Y’know what to choose.”
She hates him so much.
She hates her brother so much she only whines when he connects their mouths again. “Shouldn’t,” Mera mutters despite kissing him right back, gripping the fabric of his shirt.
She’d cry from guilt if she wasn’t absolutely overwhelmed by the fact that she missed this feeling so much.
No amount of hanging out with friends or work or focusing on herself will ever feel as good as this.
Huh. Déjà vu.
Falling into bed with Satoru came easier than it should. Their clothes slipping off their bodies as if their skin was made out of the most slippery material on Earth. Just too easy.
“You’re hard already,” She mutters under her breath with slight awe, looking up at her brother before looking right back at his chubbed cock. Her lips pressing a soft kiss on the glans, testing.
A pleased hum leaving her lips when his hand into her hair. “W-wanna suck me off?” his question is asked between pants—something in Mera told her that she was going to blow him regardless of what she said in response so she nods without much thought.
It earns her a drunken chuckle of amusement from her brother, like he thought the young woman couldn’t do it but Satoru still guides her; even in his drunken stupor.
“Stick yer’ tongue out, baby,” He encourages above her, smiling quietly as the younger stuck her tongue out obediently. “We’ll st-start with the tip, yes? It’ll be easier for—ya that way.”
Satoru rests the tip of his cock on her tongue. Mera can already taste the salt from his sweat and arousal, a new taste.
As if sensing that the taste may not be the most pleasant, another burst of laughter comes from her brother. “Salty?” He says in that lazy drawl that makes her gut stir with arousal, so cocksure, so hot. Mera finds herself nodding carelessly once more.
That only seems to amuse the inebriated man even more.
“Wrap your lips ‘round now…” he instructs casually, groaning in relief when the warm heat of her mouth begins to engulf the head of his length. “Ahh… m-mind the teeth,” the words gritted out between his gasps for air.
After that, everything felt self explanatory; Mera suckling and trying her best to take as much as she could without gagging. Sure, Satoru said only the tip for now but she’s sure he’s aching for more—she’s watched enough porn to know that much.
Her eyes constantly flickering up towards him, trying to gauge his reaction. Her actions seem to be relatively well-received by her brother, which only act as quiet encouragement.
God, how did she end up here?
“Sh-shit! Mera—!” The words barely register in Mera’s brain before thick ropes are coating the inside of her throat and very promptly, her face after her brother pulled out.
A slight whine of discomfort manages to make its way past her lips as she sticks her tongue out slightly, unsure whether or not to swallow. “Mnfmff…” Her brows furrowed, trying to decide.
“Swallow, Mera,” Her brother mutters above her, clearly eager to see Mera swallow his cum—depraved pervert. Albeit, she can’t really be too surprised, considering this was her brother after all.
She swallows eventually, the salty taste of her brother’s seed is a cloying feeling in her throat—it’s certainly not a fully pleasant taste but she manages. Mera feeling the thick cum sliding down her throat before she gasps softly, panting.
“Salty…” Mera mumbles to herself under her breath, causing Satoru to chuckle lightly. Probably delighted by her reaction.
The eldest of the two pulling Mera up so their lips can meet once more. A muffled groan leaving her brother’s lips once he tastes himself, pulling away to tease her. “Taste nice?” It most definitely did not, Satoru knows this but her brother asks anyway because of course he does.
She doesn’t grant him a response, only tugging on the snowy, white locks of the older man and pressing their lips together even more in hopes he’ll shut up. Because all things considered, the blonde loved the feeling of Satoru’s lips and body pressed up against hers; so close her air was his and his heat was hers.
Satoru rolling them both over so he was on top once again, letting his sister’s leg rest on his shoulder and pulling their lips away, his (still very hard) cock sits against the raised thigh. The position gave him a better view of Mera’s sex, free hand coming down to run the pad of his thumb down the slit.
Mera could see the way her brother’s eyes dialated, clearly pleased with what he saw.
It made her heart flutter with self confidence that only ever made itself known when Satoru looked at her like that.
“God, I dream about this pussy, y’know?” He slurs out from above her, licking his lips. The utter lack of shame when her brother makes the remark makes her blush. “Sh-shut up, Satoru,” Her scolding only amuses the older Gojo it seems.
His thumb stopping its gentle ghosting and instead finding the sensitive bud of Mera’s, pressing circles against it with his thumb that forces a surprised moan past her lips. Satoru’s lips peppering kiss on the skin of her leg, starting from her ankle. “You’re so feisty t’night, even when I’m praising you,” he whines with a small pout as if he was the victim before shrugging and smirking smugly. “It’s alright though, I’ll just fuck it out of ya.”
She chokes on her own spit when her brother’s fingers enter without as much as a warning, Mera hardly thinks he wet his fingers with his spit—stupid idiot. The sudden intrusion making her walls clamp down around the digits, which makes her brother ridiculously happy.
“Fuck— you’re always so tight,” Satoru moans, only growing more aroused at the sight if the precum he was smearing all over her thigh was an indication of anything. “It’s a fucking blessing.”
His fingers picking up the pace once he nudges another in, only making her cunt seize up even more. The fact that he was drunk did not seem to make his movements more sloppy, much to Mera’s dismay. It only makes her moan even more, toes curling as her brother fingerfucks her cunt to oblivion as if he had a personal vendetta against it.
She can already feel her climax building, and Satoru seems to know it too because he only goes even faster. Mera is going to be forever embarrassed of the sound she lets out in response.
“Sa-Satoru—! H..hah…-!”
“Not yet,” the words are stern. It only makes her womanhood pulse even more. “Hold it for me, baby, want you to cum on my cock.”
It makes Mera want to cry. It doesn’t make sense to her, all she wants to do is make a mess all over her brother’s fingers. “C-can’t!” She cried out, breathless.
To which her brother simply responded to with, “Can,” as he fucked his fingers into her hole. It sounded so filthy—wet. Mera was so close, she could feel it.
But the release never came.
It never came because Satoru pulled his fingers out.
Oh my god, Mera could feel hot tears streaming down her face when he did. “Satoru… wha-what the fuck?” She mumbles, her own hand coming down to rub her clit in hopes she’d be able to rub herself into completion of her brother was so against her climaxing. Satoru only waves her hand away, “I told you I wanted you to cum on my cock,” He says nonchalantly, as he ran the glans against her slit, pushing the tip in just a little.
The blonde moaning, squeezing around his dick like an invitation to push it in all the way. What an asshole—! Mera could feel another wet sob in her throat as her brother continued to tease her entrance.
Satoru only snickers, because that’s all he ever does. “So impatient,” he purrs, spitting on his hand and pumping his length to slick it up, the moving causing the white-haired man to push in even just a little. It leaves them both breathless, Mera whining below him.
“Satoru, push it in, please,” the younger murmured, not caring if slide was painfully dry—Mera needed him inside. She’s had enough of his teasing, if he wanted to fuck her, he was going to do it now without any of the teasing.
Her plea seems to have it intended effect since Satoru curses under his breath right after, “Shit, you’re so hot when you beg,” his tone so ridiculously full of pride. “As you wish, baby.” Satoru leaning down to press their lips together as he begins to push in, swallowing all of his little sister’s moans.
When he finally bottoms out, the both of them make a satisfied noise. Mera mewling beneath her brother upon realizing she came just from him pushing in.
A moment of stillness passing over them before Satoru rolls his hips experimentally, this stupid grin on his face. “Did you just cum from me pushing in?” Satoru can’t help his glee. “This is the best thing ever.” He rambles drunkenly above her, beginning to thrust his cock in and out of Mera.
She’s far too focused on the way he managed to stretch her out and the way his member was sliding against her walls to care about her brother’s drunken rambling. Her eyes rolling back in pleasure; just something about how her brother drives into her, it makes her pussy flutter with arousal.
Mera can’t think of anything but her older brother’s ridiculous, fat cock fucking her stupid.
It’s so big and Satoru’s so good at fucking even if he’s inebriated. Mera can feel her mind melting out from her ears.
This is the closest to heaven Mera’ll ever get and god, it feels incredible.
“M’gonna cum,” The blonde cries out, to which her brother responds with, “Already?” She’d be more upset if he wasn’t making her feel amazing right now.
“You must be pent up, yer’ wittle boyfrien’ not making you cum?”
His mocking shouldn’t make her as wet as it does.
But it does. And she’s nodding her head like some stupid dog as if she had a boyfriend. Mera didn’t care to correct him—fuck! She’s so close!
“Don’t worry, yer’ free to orgasm as much as you want tonight,” Satoru slurs as he continues slide in and out. “Gonna make up for all the times your stupid boyfriend couldn’t make ya cum, hm?”
Fuck, it’s all so wrong and Mera cums so hard. So hard Satoru spills inside of her too. A shared groan echoing from the two siblings, their heads thrown back.
Mera is so going to regret this tomorrow.