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missjaystone · 3 years

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Happy Birthday

Summary: Helmut gave you the best and the worst gifts of your life on the same day. Pairing(s): Helmut Zemo x AdoptedSister!Reader Word Count: 2,630 Warning(s): NONCON/RAPE, Incest, Manipulation

(THIS IS A DARK FIC MINORS DNFI: DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT)

A/N: I’ll be real, @mypoisonedvine inspired me to write this and now I’ll be dragging you all to hell with me. A/N PS: *Psst* find part 2 here: The Greatest Gift of All

You only stepped into the wine cellar for a minute. You were out of wine and just wanted to get some more from the cellar without bothering your family's staff, they had enough to do every day and they'd have more than enough to do tomorrow. You searched the extensive cellar before settling on a pinot noir from Boudreaux, France, a pinot grigio from Veneto, Italy, and a Rosé from La Rioja, Spain. Why your family thought it needed this much wine was still a mystery but it came in handy sometimes. As you reached up to get the rosé from a higher shelf, you heard footsteps approaching "Oeznik, is that you? Do you think you can help me get this bottle? I'm not quite tall enough." You laughed quietly to yourself but when there wasn't an answer, you turned around and to your surprise, Oeznik wasn't behind you. There, in his Colonel uniform, stood your older brother with an amused smile on his face.

"Helmut!" You exclaimed happily, setting the two bottles down and running to hug him tightly. He let out a small 'oof' when you collided with his chest, wrapping him in a tight hug "Mama and Papa said you wouldn't be able to make it!" "Well, what kind of brother would I be if I missed my little sister becoming a woman?" He asked happily as his own arms tightened around your body. You felt him pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips staying there for a moment before he stepped back, hands resting on your biceps "my god, you've truly grown up since I last saw you, draga. You've grown into such a beautiful young lady, give your favorite brother a twirl? That shade of purple looks absolutely perfect on you," You rolled your eyes but blushed hard under his compliments.

With a nod, you took a step back and twirled; your silver stiletto platform heels glint under the lights of the cellar and the skirt of your plum-purple chiffon dress that stopped just above your knees twirled effortlessly with you. The beaded bodice clung to your curves, the neckline showing a tasteful amount of cleavage while the strap crossed your shoulder blades and exposed the lower half of your back. Helmut clapped slowly a few times, that bright loving grin on his face before his expression fell to one of deep thought "somethings missing." You frowned and looked at him curiously, your head cocking to the side some like a puppy "what is?" "My gift to you, follow me," he said with a soft hum, already leading you towards the bathroom attached to the wine cellar. You looked at him curiously but followed, ignoring the slight shiver that ran through your body when you felt his hand rest on the exposed small of your back.

He turned on the light and stood behind you, reaching into his pocket "now, close your eyes, draga." You gave him a final curious look in the mirror before closing your eyes. You felt him drape something around your neck and you were practically bouncing with anticipation while you waited to open your eyes. "Okay, you can open them," he finally said and you wasted no time complying. A small gasp left your lips as you looked in the mirror, eyes immediately drawn to the diamond-studded necklace he placed on you. It was absolutely incredible, it was a series of small diamonds laid in gold that met on either side of an amethyst that had several slightly bigger amethyst hanging beneath it. "Helmut, it's beautiful, I'm at a loss for words," you said as you lightly ran your fingers over the gems, eyes watering. "I only want the best for my little sister. I bought the necklace from Tiffany's and paid a private jeweler to add those beautiful amethysts," he said softly as he hugged you from behind, looking at your reflections with a proud smile.

"Oh, Hel, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen in the world," you said softly, quickly wiping the tears that fell before they ruined any of the makeup your mother's makeup artist spent two hours on. "You look like the most beautiful young lady I've ever seen," he said softly as his head rested on your shoulder. Helmut was always a physically affectionate person when you were growing up, he often let you sleep in his room whenever you had nightmares and stayed up to take care of you when you were sick, so you didn't think twice about staying like this for a few moments. "We should get back to the party, I think our family will notice if I'm gone for too long," you stated. You made a move to leave but his hold tightened some "they'll be okay for a few more moments." "Still, Helmut, papa has a bunch of people he wants me to meet," you reasoned, making more of an effort to leave the bathroom.

In the blink of an eye, Helmut's entire demeanor changed, he kicked the door shut and locked it. You started to face him, to ask him what he was doing but his hand quickly grabbed the back of your neck as he bent you over the counter "Helmut! What the fuck are you doing?!" "I have another gift for you, Liebling, I'm gonna make you a woman," he huffed, holding your neck firmly as he worked to undo his uniform, all of his awards for honor and gallantry gleaming under the lights and taunting you as you worked to loosen his grasp on your neck and escape. "Stay fucking still before I rip this dress off and send you upstairs naked with my cum dripping from your cunt!" He hissed coldly while bunching your dress around your hips, pushing the lacy black fabric down until it pooled around your ankles. His venomous words quickly making you freeze, the only movements from you was your quivering lip and shaky, uneven breathing.

"Good girl, I'm glad you can follow orders," he said coolly as if he didn't just threaten you. "Helmut, p-please, this-this is-isn't right," you stammered out as his grip on the back of your neck tightened some. "Of course it's right, Draga, you were adopted so I could have someone, someone special to enjoy. Our parents foresaw that I'd need someone and they gave me you," his voice sounded far too sweet for the words he said, it made your stomach twist uneasily. You screwed your eyes shut, you could pretend this wasn't happening, right? You could pretend you were with somebody, anybody else. You tried to steel yourself when you heard his pants hit the floor, a shuddered breath escaping you as you tried to mentally prepare yourself. You bit back a nervous whimper when you felt his head dragging through your wetness, making a shameful and embarrassing blush color your face.

"See, Draga? Your body wants me to do this, your subconscious mind wants me to do this, the only thing stopping you from admitting it is you overthinking this," he said. His hand on your neck trailed down to the collar of your dress, bringing the zipper down with it, making the fabric fall slack. His hand snaked under the fabric instantly, a quiet groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as he lazily fondled your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You are allowed to make sounds, Draga; in fact, I encourage it, nobody will hear us," he chimed in as he toyed with you, teasing your sopping entrance with a proud smirk on his face.

A loud, deep groan drowned out the sound of your pained whimpers and uneven breaths as he entered you with little resistance; the only resistance came from him trying to work his length into your tight, untouched core. He hissed and let his head fall back some when he bottomed out "I knew you'd stay a virgin, little sister, you were saving yourself for me, weren't you? God, I'm so proud of you." "Hel-mut, p-please, stop," you whimpered out, knuckles turning white from the tightness you gripped the counter with. You felt the hand on your hip leave, only to feel a light slap on your cheek "open your eyes Draga, I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you." When you hesitated, he slapped you again, this time slightly harder than before "open. your. eyes." Each word punctuated with a slow pull of his hips followed by a quick push back into you.

With a resigned sigh, you opened your eyes, reluctantly meeting the brown ones you used to find so much comfort in. He tucked some hair behind your ear and smiled at you lovingly, the way a big brother looks at his sister when she graduates school, not while he's forced himself balls deep. His hand found its way back to your hip as he set a rhythm with his hips, eyes boring into yours "you feel so good, little sister, so much better than anyone else I've ever met. It's like you were made for me, huh?" He chuckled darkly as he watched you do your best not to show how you felt, but the way you held your bottom lip between your teeth told him otherwise. He leaned over you and whispered praises in Sokovian, taking his hand off of your breast and moving it down until his thumb came into contact with your clit. His thumb worked fast, tight circles on the little bundle of nerves while his hips sped up, getting rougher.

He angled his hips some and pulled out almost entirely, only to immediately slam back inside of you with a vengeance; he quite literally started pounding the moans out of you. Your moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure, you thought you actually felt the head of his member hitting your cervix with each thrust. "Have you any idea how many nights I stayed awake stroking myself, imagining this moment? All those summers our family went to the beach and it took all my patience and control not to take you in front of everyone when you wore those tiny bikinis? Now, you're finally mine and this moment is better than I ever imagined," he rambled, his breathing getting noticeably more shallow while his rhythm became less consistent. "Fuck, I'm so close, Liebling, I can't wait to paint your tight, warm walls with my seed. I always thought you'd look so beautiful with your belly swollen with my child, your breasts full of milk for the future generation of Zemos," he rambled, a sudden urgency behind his thrusts as he chased his own high.

You felt like you were seconds away from biting your own lip off, trying everything you could think of to stave off the impending orgasm you felt quickly approaching as the knot in your belly tightened. His rambles turned from English to Sokovian to just incoherent rambles. "Come on, little sister, just let go and cream all over your dear brother's cock," he hissed in your ear. You shook your head at the request but you knew you couldn't stop it. He only pounded harder, angry at your denial. You tried, you tried so hard not to but you couldn't stop the orgasm that racked your body in waves. He chuckled lowly and smirked at you in the mirror as he watched your expression contort into one of pleasure. He pulled your ass flush against his hips and came. You felt more and more nauseous when you felt each rope of cum shot into you. Your legs shook beneath you and your head hung in shame, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling into the sink as you sobbed quietly.

Helmut leaned over you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely to him "sh, shh, it's okay little sister, I know it hurt this time but it'll get easier the more we do this, I promise." He moved your hair over your shoulder and planted soft, gentle kisses on the back of your neck and exposed shoulders "I love you so much, Draga, more than anything and I wish I didn't have to be so rough with you, but you didn't give me a choice." "Please, Helmut, go away forever," you whispered shakily between sobs. He tsked quietly "no, you're mine and I'll be home more often to make you see that you were made for me. Now, let's get dressed, fix ourselves, and rejoin your birthday party upstairs. I'll be pulling your panties back up quickly, by the way; we don't want all that seed dripping out of you, do we?"

You gave a silent, shaky nod and the second he pulled out of you, he leaned down and pulled your underwear up, but not before gathering the small amount that was dripping out and pushing it back into you. He brought his drenched fingers up to your face "lick them clean, Liebling." It was a soft order, but an order nonetheless, so you complied. You held his wrist and slowly took his fingers into your mouth, lightly sucking and swirling your tongue around the digits. He pulled his fingers out when he was satisfied and resumed getting dressed, helping you fix and resituate your dress. Once again, he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder, running his fingers over the necklace he gave you "I love you, Draga, never forget that. Okay? Happy Birthday, baby sister." You nodded slowly, trying not to burst into tears. Just like that, he left the bathroom, grabbing the bottles of wine you came down for on his way out.

Your eyes shot open and you woke up in a feverish sweat, shooting up to a sitting position trying to catch your breath. It must be that time of year again, your birthday; you hadn't officially celebrated it since the incident almost a decade ago, but every year without fail you had continuous nightmares in the weeks surrounding your birthday. After it happened, you endured it while you were in college until you graduated, then you moved away without a word. You stopped talking to your parents save for the occasional holiday card and you never talked to or about Helmut; they knew you knew. After a year of shitty jobs and moving around, you landed a nice job as a conservationist at a zoo in Poland. You loved it and felt like you could relax some, but you still never dated. You probably should have gone to intensive therapy but you couldn't bring yourself to.

You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a soft sigh as you fell back into bed. It was 9:30 and you didn't have to be at the zoo until noon so you had a couple of hours to relax. Unfortunately, your peace was disturbed by a knock on your front door. Your plan was to ignore it but when the knocking didn't stop, you forced yourself out of bed with an annoyed huff. The cold wood made you shiver for a second before your feet got used to it and you walked to the living room. The knocking didn't stop until you unlocked both deadbolts and the lock chain. "Can I he...lp you?" Your voice quickly died when you saw the person standing there. Chocolate brown eyes sprinkled with mischief and a smile to match, his hands occupied by a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag "there's the birthday girl, beautiful at ever." "Helmut," you mumbled in shock, your heart stopping and the ache between your thighs returning with a vengeance. "Aren't you going to invite your favorite big brother in?" He asked with that damn head tilt of his.

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