Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

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The silver haired female felt her body heat up, she gripped onto her brother's trousers.
This felt different than the other times, she felt helpless.
Like she was unable to live without someone to depend on, to love her.
She felt a hunger deep in her body that had not been there before.
Egil petted her head, "I knew that the concentrated potion would undo everything they did. Now you can be my perfect little sister again. So pure and innocent."
The Icelander's voice was not dark, nor was it whiny.
It was pure care.
"I'll keep you pure and untainted. You'll be good for Stóri bróðir, right?", the Icelander asked and kissed her head.

(Y/n) nodded quietly, the potion felt like it was burning her too badly for her to speak.
"You'll feel strange for a while, but I'll be here to help you get through all those feelings.", Egil said and his face dusted pink before changing to one that looked a little aroused, "Just ask for me to relieve anything."
The silver haired female fought the potion enough to shake her head no, she did not want whatever her brother was planning.
The Icelander rubbed her stomach, "I won't do anything you won't want, for I am your slave. Your sweetheart on a chain."
She rolled onto her side and faced away from the male, she looked at the floor.
The woman felt like she was the one on the chain, she was captive in her obsessive older brother's home.
"Sister complex.", the female was able to hiss out with the little bit of control she had over herself.

The female's insult made Egil giggle, "cute litla systir."
The Icelander petted her head as she lay on his lap, her warmth was making him feel good.
He could not deny that he also swallowed a little of the love potion on accident, but he would fix anything that came from that.
The male pulled another vial from his coat pocket and drank it, a different type of love potion.
One meant for him specifically.
He put the glass away and kept petting his sister's head.
"I'll take care of you."

~

Egil kept her in that house for a long time, she lost track of how long she was there.
The Icelander left food for her when he was going on missions, he always came back on time.
The house was a large house, yet only had one bedroom for some reason.
(Y/n) began to get sad when Egil left her, she missed him and wanted him to come back.
She waited for him to come back, she had already eaten all the food and was starting to get hungry.

The Icelander warped in and sat down with a sigh, the female Scandinavian hugged onto him and sniffed him over.
She was making sure he was not with anyone, the Icelander laughed as she smelled him.
Egil petted her head, "It's okay. I'm sorry I took longer than expected. But some bitch was giving me trouble and not dying."
(y/n) hugged the male and hummed, he sighed and closed his eyes as his head lay on her chest.
"Your chest is really comfortable.", Egil commented and laid down, "can I rest here?"
"Go ahead.", the silver haired female replied and closed her eyes as well.
Her sentinel of the house kept her from sleep, she was just as tired.
Both of them drifted off into dreamless and restful sleep.

(Y/n) woke up to Egil still on her chest, only he had one of his hands up there too.
The silver haired female removed his hand from her chest.
The Icelander scrunched up his nose and nuzzled deeper into her chest.
"þér líður svo vel", Egil mumbled and nuzzled again.
He had his legs and arms around her in a stubborn grip.
He fell back asleep.
The silver haired female tried to get him off without success, his hands started to creep around again.
Egil cuddled closer, "ég vil vera með þér að eilífu"
He finally settled down again and let (y/n) get back to sleep.

A dull pain entered her mind as she woke again, she felt kissing and suckling on her neck.
A similar feeling was on her arms and shoulders, the kissing stopped with a small pop sound and started again on her cheeks.
(Y/n) knew Egil was giving her love bites again, she was sitting on his lap with her legs positioned around him.
He stopped kissing and looked at her, "sorry, I couldn't help myself. You are just so delicious."
"You sound like Bernard.", the silver haired woman said and tried to fix the straps that were moved from her shoulders.
Egil stopped her from fixing it, mostly by kissing her collarbone.