Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 41: violation

"Take good care of him, Bella!" Elara's voice echoed from the door as I stood in front of Noah's lawn. I'd decided to come by early, skipping our usual meet-up at the bus stop, wanting a little extra time with him before the day unfolded.
Noah stayed near me, his shoulder brushing my arm as we started walking. The moment we rounded the corner, out of sight from his house, I slipped my arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
My fingers pressed gently into his side, a silent promise of reassurance. I could feel the tension in his frame, the way his breathing hitched slightly, and I knew he sensed something was coming—something big.
I've loved him for so long, the kind of ache that sits heavy in your chest, clawing to get out. Every look, every accidental touch, has been building to this. I can't keep it locked inside anymore.
Today, I'm going to show him exactly how much he means to me, no matter what it takes. My heart raced as I glanced at him, his eyes meeting mine for a split second before darting away, shy and unsure. I tightened my grip just a fraction, letting him feel my intent through the contact, ready to lay it all bare.
"Already so touchy?" Noah chuckled, his voice laced with awkwardness, a nervous edge betraying the casual tone he aimed for. I could see the slight flush creeping up his neck, and it only made the guilt twist deeper in my gut. I hated knowing what was coming, the storm I was about to drag him into, but it had to happen. There was no other way.
"I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want someone to try anything," I said, the excuse slipping out quick and sharp. It was believable, and hell, it was half-true. I didn't want anyone's eyes on him, not a single wandering glance. My height towered over his smaller frame, a perfect shield, a perfect claim. My mind flickered to darker thoughts, picturing Elara and me flanking him, sizing him up like predators before we tore into him, breaking him down in ways he couldn't imagine yet.
"But you don't have to touch me for that... girls already don't even glance my way when I'm with you," he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation. I didn't respond, just let my fingers press deeper into the soft, yielding flesh of his arm, feeling the warmth beneath my grip as we neared the bus stop, the faint hum of traffic growing louder in the distance.
We sat in silence for a moment, the tension hanging thick between us until he broke it. "Are you still hung up on the boyfriend thing? I could help, you know, find someone for you, set you up on a date..." His words trailed off as I cut him off, my hand resting lightly on his thigh, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. That shut him up real quick.
"A-Ah..." he gasped, a soft, shaky sound escaping his lips. Damn, he was so sensitive, so reactive. My mind raced with thoughts of him whimpering and moaning under me, completely undone. I couldn't wait to hear those desperate little cries of pleasure. And God, I couldn't wait to get my hands on his penis, to feel it twitch and harden under my touch.
The bus pulled up faster than I expected, almost like the universe itself was egging me on, nudging me toward what I wanted. We climbed aboard and slid into our usual spot at the back, the worn seats creaking under us. Neither of us said a word, but the air between us buzzed with unspoken heat.
I caught a couple of women a few seats ahead eyeing Noah like he was a damn snack, their gazes lingering a little too long on his pretty face and fuckable frame. I shot them a hard, icy glare, and their expressions faltered, fear flickering in their eyes like they were about to lose control of their bowels right there.
"Stupid fucks..." I muttered under my breath, my voice low and sharp. I tugged Noah closer to me, possessive as hell, until his head bumped against my chest.
I felt the slight jolt of his body as his cheek pressed into the soft curve of my breast. I knew he was into it—had to be. The way his breath hitched just a fraction, the way he didn't pull away, told me everything. He fucking loved it, and I loved knowing I had that effect on him.
"Lucky woman..." an elderly lady murmured to the side. She looked about seventy, wrapped in a long gray coat. Definitely not a threat.
"Back in my day," she went on, "we'd fight to the death for a boy like that. Twenty girls gone over one boy — or if we were lucky, his parents would sell him off to one of us."
I froze for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or feel horrified. Twenty people dead? Over one boy? Times really don't change...
The woman sighed, her voice softening. "I miss my husband."
Something about her reminded me of my mom — the same sadness, the same nostalgia buried under a cracked smile. Papa's in a better place, though... I know that.
But today, I'll be disappointing him.
We climbed off the bus shortly after it pulled up to the school, and I trailed Noah through the bustling courtyard. No one threw him the usual lusty looks today, which felt like a small victory.
I stuck close, my heart thudding as I assumed we were heading straight for Ms. Rose's classroom. Then, out of nowhere, he muttered, "I gotta hit the bathroom." My pulse spiked. This was the moment. Hardly anyone ever used the boys' bathroom in this wing—it was like an unwritten rule.
Noah pushed through the door, and I hesitated outside, pressing my back against the cold metal frame. I scanned the hallway for a second, making sure no one was paying attention. Most of the crowd was preoccupied—some guys were getting harassed by a group of girls near the lockers, their laughter echoing down the corridor. No one noticed me.
I slipped inside the narrow bathroom, the faint smell of disinfectant and damp tile hitting me as I eased the door shut and clicked the lock into place. My boots squeaked faintly on the grimy floor. Noah didn't even register my presence, too focused on relieving himself at the urinal, his back to me.
The sound of the stream hitting porcelain was the only noise breaking the tense silence. My breath caught in my throat as I stood there, the flickering fluorescent light above casting harsh shadows across the cracked mirror on the wall. This was it—now or never.
Noah stood there, his brow furrowed, his hands still lingering near his waist from zipping up. The bathroom's dim light caught the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead as he stared at me, his mouth slightly open in bewilderment.
"Ah. Bella, you're not supposed to be here..." His voice was low, almost a murmur, like he wasn't sure if he should even say it out loud. I took a step closer, my chest tight, tears brimming in my eyes and spilling over, hot against my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Noah..." My whisper barely carried across the small, tiled space, but I saw his head tilt slightly, his expression shifting.
"Huh?" he muttered, his voice cracking just a bit, clearly thrown off by the situation. He shifted his weight, glancing toward the locked door, then back at me.
I didn't give him time to process. My hands moved on their own, trembling as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans. The denim slid down my thighs with a soft rustle, pooling at my ankles. Then, with a shaky breath, I tugged my underwear down too, letting them drop. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I felt exposed, raw, but I didn't care. Noah's eyes widened, his confusion deepening as he took an instinctive step back, bumping into the edge of the sink.
"B-Bella, what are you doing?" His voice was a mix of alarm and uncertainty, his gaze darting from my face to my lower half, then back up again, like he didn't know where to look.
I swallowed hard, my tears still streaming, but my voice came out steady, almost commanding. "Get on your knees, Noah..."
He blinked, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for words that wouldn't come. "What? Bella, I—I don't understand. This isn't... we shouldn't—"
"Shh," I cut him off, taking another step forward, closing the distance between us. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, but I held his gaze, not letting him look away. "Just do it. Please. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."
Noah's voice trembled as he looked up at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. "I-I'm gonna tell Elara... please, Bella, this isn't you..." His words came out shaky, almost desperate, as if he could talk his way out of this.
I didn't let him finish. My hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him feel the pressure but not enough to leave a mark. His breath hitched, and I leaned in close, my lips brushing the warmth of his cheek, feeling soft skin under them.
My voice dropped to a whisper, low and venomous. "If you tell her, or anyone... I'll kill her..."
His skin prickled under my touch, goosebumps rising as a shiver ran through him. I could feel his pulse racing beneath my fingers. "Bella... why? Don't do this, please..." His plea was soft, almost broken, his eyes searching mine for some sign of the person he knew.
I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my other hand reaching up to wipe the lingering tears from my cheeks. My voice steadied, even as my heart thundered. "Because I love you, Noah. You're the one I want... I want you to be mine. But I know Elara wouldn't want to share. Please, don't say anything more. Just get on your knees."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing under my grip. His eyes darted down, then back up, conflict etched across his face. "Bella, this... this is wrong. We can't... I can't do this to her." His voice cracked, but there was a flicker of something else there—uncertainty, maybe even temptation.
I tightened my grip on his neck just a fraction, enough to make him gasp softly. "Shh. Don't think about her. Think about me. Right here, right now. I've waited long enough for you, Noah. Don't make me wait any longer." I let my thumb trace a slow line along his jaw, feeling the tension in his muscles as I leaned closer, my breath hot against his ear. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you. Knees. Now."
His resistance seemed to crumble, his shoulders slumping as he let out a shaky breath. Slowly, he lowered himself back down, first one knee, then the other, until he was kneeling before me on the cold bathroom tile. His hands rested awkwardly on his thighs, fingers twitching like he didn't know what to do with them. He looked up at me, eyes still wide, but there was a heat there now, a reluctant pull he couldn't quite hide.
"Bella..." he started, voice barely audible, but I cut him off with a sharp look.
"No more talking. Just stay there. Let me have this." I stepped even closer, my bare legs brushing against his shoulders as I stood over him, my hand sliding from his neck to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. I tugged gently, tilting his face up toward mine, forcing him to meet my gaze. "You're mine now too, Noah. Even if you don't know it yet. Even if you fight it. You'll see that you love me too."
I pressed Noah's face against my vagina, feeling the heat of his ragged breath wash over my sensitive skin. His mouth was drenched in my wetness, lips slick as they moved against me. His tongue explored every inch, flicking and circling with precision, hitting just the right spots that made my legs tremble.
"Fuck, Noah, that's so good..." I moaned, my voice shaky with need. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as if trying to anchor himself. He tried to pull back, but I wasn't having it.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and shoved him deeper, his nose brushing against my clit, sending a sharp jolt through me that made my hips buck involuntarily. I was so close, teetering on the edge.
"Fuck... ahh, right there!" I gasped, my body twitching under his relentless mouth. "Noah, you're so fucking good at this. Don't stop." He groaned against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of pleasure.
"I love you, Noah. I fucking love you," I panted, my words spilling out in a desperate rush as he kept licking, sucking, devouring me. He wasn't fighting anymore—he knew better. He knew what I'd do if he tried to pull away now.
I groaned, my voice raw with desperation. "I'm gonna cum on your face... fuck, holy shit... I'm gonna drench you in my juices... FUCK!" My body shuddered violently as I released, my girl cum spilling over him in hot, messy waves. His face was absolutely soaked, glistening under the harsh bathroom light, and damn, he looked so fucking hot like this—completely overwhelmed, utterly dominated by me.
"N-No more... please..." Noah's voice was barely a whisper, trembling as he dragged a shaky finger across his eyelid, wiping away a smear of my cum. He sounded broken, on the verge of tears, like I'd pushed him past his limit and he was barely holding it together.
I was still panting, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body buzzing from the high of that orgasm—probably the most intense I'd ever had. My legs felt like they might give out, but I couldn't stop now. "I'm sorry, Noah, I'm so sorry... I love you, I love you so fucking much..." My words tumbled out, heavy with need and guilt, but I wasn't done with him yet.
He tried to clean more of the mess off his face, his hands unsteady as he pushed himself up a little, like he was about to stand. But I wasn't having it. "No. Lay down," I ordered, my voice low and commanding, my eyes locking onto his.
That look alone was enough—he didn't argue. He sank back down, his body hitting the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor with a quiet thud. "I need to claim you too. You're gonna be mine... and hers," I growled, my gaze burning into him as I towered over his trembling form, ready to take everything I wanted.
I gazed down at Noah, my heart pounding as I straddled his thighs. His voice trembled when he spoke, soft and pleading. "Just... don't hurt me or Elara..."
I leaned in close, our faces inches apart, my breath brushing against his lips. I could see the betrayal flickering in his deep brown eyes, but beneath it, there was trust. He and Elara had only ever shown me kindness, love, and respect. They were my family, my everything. Hurting them was unthinkable.
"I'm not, baby," I whispered, my voice low and reassuring. "I promise... I'll never hurt you guys. But if you tell Elara..." I trailed off, letting the weight of the unspoken threat hang in the air. He understood. His slight nod told me he did.
My hands moved to his waistband, fingers hooking under the edge of his pants. Slowly, I tugged them down, exposing more of his skin with each inch.
His breath hitched as I slid them off completely, tossing them aside. Then came his underwear, the thin fabric barely containing him. I pulled it down, revealing him fully. His cock was already hard, straining and twitching slightly in the cool air. My pulse raced at the sight.
I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the warmth and the way he pulsed in my grip. I didn't have much experience, but I moved my hand up and down, slow at first, testing the waters. A soft moan escaped his lips, and it sent a thrill through me. I must've been doing something right.
"This is gonna go inside me..." I murmured, my voice thick with anticipation. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. The kiss was deep, hungry, and full of everything I'd been holding back. To my surprise, Noah didn't pull away. He kissed me back, his lips moving against mine with a desperation that matched my own. His taste—warm, slightly sweet, and uniquely him—flooded my senses. I pressed myself closer, my chest against his, feeling the heat of his body as our tongues tangled together.
I pulled back slightly, my chest heaving as his breath mingled with mine, warm and sweet, the faint trace of mint lingering on our lips from the kiss. "I love you, Noah," I whispered. The words had spilled from me countless times, but each utterance carried the same raw, unshakable truth.
"I'm gonna make love to you now... no more tears, okay? I'm sorry, I just... I love you so much. And I know you feel the same," I murmured, my voice soft but steady.
I could feel the heat of him, his hardness pressing insistently against my entrance. I was already trembling from the first wave of pleasure that had crashed over me earlier, but I knew another was building, inevitable, with him so close.
I guided him inside, slowly at first, feeling every inch as he filled me. A gasp escaped my lips, a mix of sharp pleasure and a faint sting as my body adjusted.
"Ahh~ it's so... tight," he groaned, his voice rough with need, his eyes locked on mine. Our fingers intertwined, gripping each other tightly, anchoring ourselves in the moment as our bodies moved together. The intimacy of holding hands while we had sex made every sensation sharper, more real.
I thrust at a steady, deliberate pace, chasing that sweet spot where we'd both lose control together. "Does it feel good, Noah? Fuck, it's so damn good..." I growled, my voice rough with need. He didn't answer with words, just let out desperate whines and moans, his body trembling under my hips as I moved.
"I feel like I'm gonna melt..." he gasped, his voice breaking as I pinched one of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers just to hear him whimper louder.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed softly in the room, a raw rhythm that drowned out everything else. I didn't give a damn about class or anything beyond this moment. All I cared about was making Noah feel good, making him feel wanted, loved in the dirtiest way possible. "Fuck... this is so damn good..." I muttered, my breath hot against his ear as I pushed deeper, feeling his fullness with every thrust.
"My pussy's so tight, isn't it, Noah? All yours, my love..." I whispered, my voice husky as I rode him, every thrust sending shivers through me.
His thick cock filled me completely, stretching me with each deep push, the friction igniting every nerve. His eyes were squeezed shut, lost in the heat of it, beads of sweat rolling down his flushed face. His hands gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my skin as his pelvis jerked upward, desperate to bury himself deeper inside me, meeting my rhythm with raw, hungry need.
"More..." he groaned, his voice low and desperate, sending a shiver down my spine. Holy fuck, he was into it, completely lost in the moment, and I could feel the depth of his need for me. I loved knowing I had him like this. I rolled my hips harder, picking up the pace, riding him with every ounce of energy I had.
"Gonna... cum... fuck, Noah, it's too good..." I gasped, my breath hitching as the heat built inside me, unstoppable. With one last deep thrust, I shattered, my release crashing over me, soaking him as I clenched tight around his cock.
My nails raked across his stomach, digging into his skin as I rode out the waves of pleasure, my mind going utterly blank. Seconds later, I felt him lose it too, his hot release spilling inside me, filling me up.
"Ahhhh~ Bella..." he whimpered, his voice breaking with raw need, his hands gripping my hips like he couldn't let go. My trembling hands dropped to the tiles beside his head, framing his face as I struggled to catch my breath, my body still humming from the intensity of that fucking mind-blowing orgasm. My chest heaved, and I could feel the sweat slick between us, our bodies still pressed tight, pulsing with the aftershocks.
Then I heard him start crying softly, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders trembling. My heart clenched at the sound, a mix of concern and realization washing over me.
"Shhhh, it's okay Noah... I love you..." I whispered, sliding off him and sitting against the bathroom wall. I pulled him towards me and close, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug, his warm body pressing against mine.
"I know... I know... I'm sorry..." I murmured, my hand rubbing slow circles on his back as he sobbed into my shoulder, his tears hot against my shoulder. I could feel the dampness spreading, and soon my own eyes stung, tears slipping down my cheeks. Guilt twisted in my gut, heavy and sharp, but I pushed it down. He'd come around. He had to.
"I love you, Noah," I said again, my voice soft but firm, holding him tight.