possessive younger sister drunkenly climbing into your lap and holding your face and caressing your cheeks and sticking their fingers in your mouth while they giggle and whisper “mine… all mine….” with lust-clouded eyes
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possessive younger sister drunkenly climbing into your lap and holding your face and caressing your cheeks and sticking their fingers in your mouth while they giggle and whisper “mine… all mine….” with lust-clouded eyes
if your older sibling is on edge from trying desperately to deny and repress their desire for you and you can tell the effort is obviously agonizing you can help them out by meticulously observing their reactions to things you wear and do and say and continually modify your behavior to drive them to the brink of insanity and then crawl up on their lap and say in your sweetest little voice, "you know I'm doing this on purpose, right?" so that they realize they don't have to hold back anymore
it's always older sibling who's a mean pervert x sweet innocent little sibling. what if your little sibling is a bit of a slut. still a sweetheart - still fun and affectionate and always looking up to you, but. they're just a bit of a slut. skimpy shorts in the hot summer and tinted chapstick and physically affectionate in a way that would be cute if it weren't for those fucking big eyes and pouty mouth and you can't figure out why it makes you so fucking angry to see them in someone else's lap, during those little summer parties they throw when your parents are gone, but it makes you angry to think that someone has probably been touching your baby sibling. you push it out of your mind.
it just feels like- like they're looking at you differently, lately. like they're looking longer and closer with a feeling you're scared to try to pin down. they're touching you just as much as always, but it's... different. it feels like maybe they want something from you. but that can't be true, you must be making things up, must just be projecting this weird sick want that won't leave you alone.
and then one night you wake up to the faint creaking of your bedroom door and soft footsteps across the carpet. you'd been sleeping deep - you're out of it and not really thinking, so when you hear your younger sibling say they had a nightmare, you forget to question it, forget that they haven't snuck into your bed out of fear in years at this point. you lift the covers without opening your eyes, feel the mattress dip, and you drop your arm, expecting to feel - something. pajamas, maybe. a tank top. you don't. you drop your arm and you feel skin, you feel skin and you move your hand down because you must have just landed in an awkward spot but it doesn't change, it's just smooth and warm and fuck, fuck they're naked and before you can pull away in panicked arousal they grab your wrist and drag your hand lower and you think to yourself oh. oh, this was always going to happen, wasn't it?
but it’s just a sweet sweet fantasy baby
please take me upstairs at a party. please push me against the door of a random bedroom. please start touching me. please force me to be quiet because everyone’s just downstairs. please make me cum with one hand over my mouth and the other moving in and out of my pussy. please force me to act like nothing happened even though im still dripping.
older brother who makes you sleep in his bed when you’re drunk. the first time he did it, he tried to convince you that it was just because he was worried about you and wanted to take care of you.
in the morning, you find out that that wasn’t true, because suddenly he’s playing you a voice recording of all the things he got you to say in your sleep, between garbled moans and breathless sighs, but it’s not a video. you don’t know how he got you to talk, he won’t tell you, but with every sound you make you get more and more certain.
and after that first time, he doesn’t even have to lie to convince you, because he’s got an insurance policy. an hour or two of your sweet little voice, all broken and whiny, asking for something.
and sure, it’s not exactly clear what you want, at least not without video accompaniment. but his low laughter and mocking questions make it quite obvious.
and the next time you’re a little too tipsy and he clicks his tongue at you and points you to his room, just like a misbehaving pet, you know you don’t have a choice.
I love playing coy. I love acting like I don't know what I'm doing to you by wearing the cute little outfits that drive you crazy. Looking at you with big eyes and a soft, innocent smile while I just keep brushing against you, bending over, tapping my pen against my lips. I want you to really wonder if I honestly have no clue how I look. How it's making you feel. I want you to try so hard to be nice. To be patient. To be the good person you claim to be. I want to find out what will finally make you break.
And when you do, I want you to feel so guilty, so shameful, so angry that you let me get to you that you take it all out on me.
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