Azrel

Azrel, your older brother’s bestfriend, your enemy, had suprisingly been nice to you, but less teasing.

One day, you were heavily sick. As you lied in your bed, you couldn’t open your eyes from tiredness. Your brother, Elijah, left you alone with Azrel to buy medicines.

A few minutes later being alone with him, you felt a hand on your shoulder. ”Hey, you want me to count sheeps with you?” He asked in low tone. He knew that counting sheeps was a way to calm you down ever since as a child.

You nodded weakly, wanting to sleep and get rid of headache.

Then you heard unzipping, but you were too tired to open your eyes.

Suddenly, you felt something long and thick inside of you, and heard him starting to count. „One…” He grunted.

You let out a gasp as he removed himself out of you, and felt it again. „Two..” he said, almost in a whisper.