My big brother takes the best care of me. On days he fucks me like he hates me, after I’m bruised, sore and too tired to wash myself, he carries me to the bathroom, patiently cleans dried cum and silicone lube off my body, and applies aftercare cream to any particular hot spots. Like my throat. Or my ass when necessary. Then, he sets me up in our shared bed with water and soft snacks—things like soup, apple sauce, yogurt, and pudding. For the next several days, while my body recovers from his brutal fucking, I’ll rest. Even after I’m…