Brother Dearest

(loli, shota, strangle)

Connor was relaxing at the pool's edge when his sister swam underneath him and burst through the surface of the water.

"Connor," she shouted. Her ginger curls were matted, dull and soaked through. The freckles on the corners of her mouth dipped with her frown. "I need you help. Now."

He spared her a weary glance. She was an hour younger than him yet she acted as if she were a decade older. At 11 years of age, she was beginning to exhibit some measure of growth. Small, budding breasts and thighs that retained some weight. He also knew, more intimately, the patch of red above her cunt. "What is it this time, Keira?"

Keira pouted and wrapped her arms around him. He felt heat coming off her through the red one-piece swimsuit she wore. "Some girl called me a slut! A red-headed slut! She-she said I fuck boys for candy money! That's not true!"

Of course not, he thought. You only fuck me for candy money. He stroked her heaving backside. "You know it isn't," he assured her, before the tears began in earnest. He had a face full of her damp hair, smelling of chlorine and the remnants of fruit-scented shampoo. "Forget what she said. Don't let it get to you."

She only hugged him tighter. "That's not good enough," she cried, rubbing her knee against his balls. "She hurt me. I want her to pay!"

Connor winced, tried to shove her knee away. None of the other swimmers seemed to notice or care about his sister's aggressive embrace. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Teach her a lesson." Keira drew back her head, bore into him with angry green eyes. "Kill her."

"Kill her? Keira, we can't just-"

She cut him off with a hot, chlorine-flavored kiss. A haze of lust fell over him as she worked her devilish mouth on his. He traced his fingers up her thigh and slipped his other through her curly mane, pressing her body hard against his.

"Won't you help me, brother dearest?"

Her kisses smothered him, stole his breath. Like a little succubus, she had him ensorcelled, charmed and helpless to her demands. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll help you."

Keira squealed with delight. "I knew I could count on you!" She turned in the water and pointed to the far end of the pool. "It was her, the bitch. That one."

Connor followed her finger to a slim, dark-haired girl sitting on the other end of the pool. She wore a black one-piece and she was as pale as a full moon. "Her?"

"Mhm. Kill her and show me afterwards."

He sighed, resigned to his fate, and moved away from his sister. As he climbed out of the pool, the girl stood up and walked to the showers. He followed a short distance behind and tracked her to a stall on the far end of the room. The white-tiled floor was slick and his feet smacked against the wet ground but she didn't seem to notice. She stepped into a stall, twisted the shower head and stepped under the stream.

Eavesdropping, he could examine her more closely. Her hair, black as a raven's feathers, was cut to shoulder-length. He felt a shot of arousal and a swelling between his legs as he watched the soaked swimsuit cling to her body like a second skin. He slipped into the shower stall. The girl let out a frightened squeak when her eyes met him.

"Who are you? Get out!"

He realized just how clever his sister was as he closed in on the girl. It was illegal for anyone older than 13 to mess with anyone younger. No such rule applied to interactions between children of the same age. He could in theory do anything he liked to the girl.

"Shhh!" He clamped a hand down on her mouth and used his elbow to press her into the wall. "My sister says you called her a slut. That wasn't very nice."

Pale grey eyes widened and she answered him in muffled protest. She beat at his chest with bawled, bruised-knuckled fists and tried to knee him in the crotch but his boyish strength proved too much for her. All her struggle achieved was to turn him on.

"She said I should punish you, make you suffer." He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed. "I've got just the idea."

A startled cry was the only noise to carry over the din of the showers. Her gasps and croaks were muffled by the running water. She fought in vain to pry herself free, kicking and clawing, writhing and thrashing but the harder she squirmed, the harder he squeezed. Her eyes were a mixture of terror, pain and anger, her mouth gaping, her lips working to curse him and to scream. The heat of the shower water on his back compared little to the heat between his legs. He felt a hunger for this struggling flesh beneath him, salivated like a predator before his prey.

The dark-haired nymph weakened, her thrashing reduced to mere twitches and quivers. He stared into her eyes until the light went out of them and her body went slack under him. He drew his hands away from her bruised throat, watched the death throes of her body fighting for its last snatches of life. Only when she stopped moving and left a stream of urine swirling down the shower drain did he finally finger her swimsuit to the side and fuck her.

Later, he went to go fetch his sister. Keira bounced up and down when she saw her erstwhile bully sprawled out in the stall. "It's perfect," she exclaimed and kissed him on the cheek. "You're the best brother ever!"

He rubbed his arm, oddly pleased with himself. The image of her pale, soaked corpse, staring blankly at the ceiling light while the hot water splashed against her became burned into his memory.

The words that came out of his mouth next surprised him more than anything else that day.

"Do you think we could do this again?"