The Eternal Despair (tri spoilers)

He's Gone. Big brother is really gone

You wake up, rather, your consciousness wakes up. You feel weightless, floating through unending darkness. You seem to have a hard time trying to recall how you got yourself where you are, but it doesn't seem to matter. You feel like all the weight you have been carrying, both as a digidestined and a normal human being, has been lifted from you.

It's been a while since you woke up drifting. You wonder how longer will you have to stay or if you would have to die first before leaving this darkness. It's beginning to get colder.

Am I naked? you ask yourself.

As if to confirm your suspicions, gusts of winds suddenly caress all of your body, feeling you up like a lecher who found an immobile target. The winds blow softly against your thighs, your petite breasts, your slit, and every crevice and surface they can reach. Interestingly enough, you notice that these "winds" stop at your nipples and clitoris, taking their time feeling your sensitive tips. I must be imagining things, you say to yourself.

The winds started picking up pace, with each gust getting warmer and more aggressive, eventually turning into attempts to fondle you and enter your orifices. The winds succeed in opening your mouth and you feel as if an invisible object is sliding itself inside. The object is pulling in and out of your mouth, giving you some time to breathe in between trusts. The repetition of the caresses and thrusts succeeds in stiffening your nipples and clit, which makes it easier for the winds to get louder reactions from you. You don't want to admit it, but you can feel your an explosion growing from your crotch.

This feeling is familiar you tell yourself. In the midst of the ****, you suddenly remember that time you caught your big brother masturbating in your room, his throbbing cock pointing towards you as you entered. You remember big brother cumming and having some of his semen hit your face and hair. You remember storming off and hiding in the bathroom. You remember trembling in fear, unable to process what just happened and what you are feeling. You remember wiping his cum off your face with your left hand. You remember how it tasted. You remember how fast you then slid off your shorts and underwear. You remember how you began touching yourself. You remember wanting to go back to the room and asking for more of his cum. You remember wanting to put his hard cock inside you. You-

STOP! you shout in your head. This is probably a trick by some evil Digimon. You've never been this dishevelled. You don't masturbate regularly and you only ever came a few times before. You don't get to get these feelings. You need to fight. You don't have these feelings, especially not for him.

You notice it's already too hot now. You're sweating profusely and you feel feverish. The winds are still assaulting you, your body much more susceptible to their now-stronger strokes. You can feel your drool run down your neck all the way to your breasts as the thing in your mouth continue to assert itself inside you. You can hear the squishy sounds of your sex and your body fluids working in tandem to **** you to climax. You have lost the battle, you desperately want to open your legs and have something fill your virgin hole.

Then you hear his voice.