brother!rafe & sister!reader who don’t understand how icky they are <3
cw: incest, brother x sister, ward catching them
your big brother would always pulls you onto his lap when you’re sitting on the couch, acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world—his hands casually resting on your thighs, fingers drumming idly as he scrolls mindlessly through his phone.
“what’d you do today?” he asks, voice lazy, like he’s not completely focused on the way your body molds against his.
“not much,” you mumble, leaning back slightly. “went to the beach with cleo and kie, then got lunch at mark’s.”
rafe scoffs. “bet they spent the whole time talking shit about kooks, huh?”
you roll your eyes, poking his arm. “not everything is about you, rafey.”
“never said it was, sweetie,” he murmurs, squeezing your thigh absentmindedly.
you hum, distracted, reaching for the remote to turn up the tv. rafe lets you, shifting beneath you like he’s getting comfortable. It’s normal. this is just how things are between you two. it’s always been this way.
caught off guard by your dad’s deep voice from behind you, you whip your head around. “hm?”
ward exhales sharply, stepping further into the room. “you’re not a little girl anymore,” he says, voice firm but laced with something awkward. his gaze flickers between you and rafe, like he’s trying to make sense of something he desperately wanted to think wasn’t true. “you guys need to cut it out…it’s weird...”
rafe tenses beneath you. his grip on your thighs tightens for just a second before he leans back against the couch, looking up at your father with a half-amused, half-annoyed expression.
“the fuck are you talking about, dad?” he drawls, tilting his head.
ward rubs a hand down his face, becoming increasingly uncomfortable as each second passes. “i mean it,” he mutters. “you guys better not let anyone else see you acting like this.”
you quickly shift off of rafe’s lap, your pulse racing, avoiding your fathers stare as you sink into the cushion beside him.
rafe, of course, barely reacts. he just scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. “shit dad, you’re acting like we were fuckin’ makin’ out or something.”
ward stiffens at his words, his frown deepening. “i don’t want to have this conversation again.” his voice is low, clipped. “just—knock it off.”
he lingers for a second too long before shaking his head and walking away, muttering something under his breath as he disappears down the hall.
the air feels heavy, changed.
you stare at the tv, trying to focus on anything but the way your cheeks are burning from embarrassment.
rafe lets out a quiet chuckle.
you glance at him, your stomach twisting. “what?”
he grins, slow and knowing. “nothin’,” he murmurs, stretching his arms behind his head like nothing just happened. “this is just, like, all your fault, y’know?”
your eyes widen slightly at his accusation. “wha—what??”
his knee nudges yours, his voice dropping lower with a smirk—teasing, smug.
“you’re the one who never wants to get the hell off me.”
a/n: readers name is bunny. just a cute nickname !