He tenderly touched my cheek, then gently pulled back, positioning himself between my legs. His intimate gesture caused a subtle thrill as the tip of his arousal brushed against my opening. With care, he began to ease into me, each slow push causing a wave of pain that coursed through my entire body. My eyes involuntarily closed, and I let out a sharp breath, witnessing Arnold's worried expression. Despite the discomfort, he continued, his gaze filled with concern, yet I could see a depth of love in his cobalt blue eyes - a love that transcended our relationship, making it clear he was my brother, not my lover. As Arnold fought to maintain control, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, indicating the struggle he faced alongside my own. The shared intensity of our emotions provided a small measure of comfort amidst the turmoil. Tears welled up, driven by the mixture of pain and self-pity. I yearned for my first experience to be with the one I held dear, the man who would promise to love and cherish me, not the man entwined with my sister's life. Finally, after regaining his composure, he shifted beside me, resting his face on my neck. I remained motionless, gazing at the ceiling, consumed by a sense of disbelief and regret. How could I have given away my innocence for such a reason? To my sister's boyfriend, all in the name of financial gain.
