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Mostly posting siscest/momcest, may get some brocon here and there so be warned (but it’s very much more so when my husband is more transmasc that day)
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Might do some longer form stuff, if you have any ideas you wanna see me write out send an ask! I have a hard time coming up with stuff but once I get going I write for a while,
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Kinda vague prompt but can you do some of your ur usual shit but like. In a truck. Like one with a bench seat. I like pretty much all the shit u post about. Js... truck. In a truck.
as an avid truck sex enjoyer, this is awesome ty :] this one's not very forcemasc-y but it's VERY dad/son fauxcest-y
while i'm all for dad/son incest fantasies, i can't stop thinking about a teenage boy, who opens up to an older man (maybe a family friend, a friend's father) about his relationship with his dad. how he was never there, how he never supported his son when he needed it most. the older man comforts him, wraps him up in a tight hug. "hey... you're gonna be okay bud." the boy sniffles and looks up at him, still clinging to him desperately, "thank you. im sorry for dumping all of this on you." he shakes his head. "don't say that kiddo, there's no need to be sorry. i'm happy to listen. just say the word and i'm there."
he starts spending less time at home, and more time with this older guy. he takes the boy to get food, shows him all his old interests, let's him ramble on for hours about one thing or another. and if the boy's father did anything that upset him, he would always be there to listen.
this kid finds himself thinking about him all the time. how wonderful he is, how patient and kind. he wonders what it would ve been like for him to be his dad instead. he thinks about how he smiles at him when he speaks, how handsome he is. he thinks about how whenever they re going out somewhere, he always rests his hand on the nape of the boy's neck. his hands are big and calloused, but so gentle. he wonders why he gets so excited when he touches him. wonders how his hands would feel cupping his chin or petting his hair.
"i wish you were my dad." the boy confesses to him, on a late night drive. he looks down, finds his hand gripping the truck's bench seat. the older man has gone strangely quiet. looking over at him, the boy tilts his head. "what's wrong?" the man feels his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. "you shouldn't say stuff like that, kiddo." "why not? you might as well already be my dad, you're the one actually looking out for me."
the man pulls over jerkily, stopping in a forgotten, tree lined road. he exhales heavily, hands still clenched. "hey, what's wrong? did i do something?" he's never this quiet. the kid slides closer to him, and hears him inhale sharply, like the older man had just been burned. "are you ok? what did i do? i promise i wont do it again. please, just tell me whats wrong." he lays a hand onto the older man's knee.
suddenly, the man has the boy by the shoulders, gripping him tightly and pushing him away. he gasps, clearly spooked by the roughness of his touch. "i'm sorry, kiddo. you didn't do anything wrong. it's me." his hands loosen their grip ever so slightly, he starts to rub comforting circles up and down the boy's arm. "you can't say stuff like that." the boy tilts his head. "why?"
he had no idea what to say. because i've wanted to fuck you ever since you first cried into my shirt. because the idea of having you as my son gets me so hard i can't think. because i don't know how long i can have you in my car without losing control and taking advantage of you.
"because i..." he stares down into the boy's eyes.
"you just shouldn't." he starts to break away from the touch, but the kid moves to hold his hand, pouting up at him. "but i really do think of you like that. i think of you as my dad." he inhales sharply again, feeling his cock throb in his jeans. he tightens his jaw and his mind strains with the effort of not grabbing the kid and rutting his cock into him through their clothes.
the kid looks up at him, creeping even closer.
"i love you, dad."
the final shred of self control left in the man is shattered into nothing. he grabs the boy by his waist roughly, and puts his other hand in his hair. he brings their lips together in a sloppy, clumsy, hungry kiss. the boy's eyes go wide and his mouth falls open as he lets out a cry of surprise. this only allows the man to slip his tongue into his mouth.
"wait- mmh!" the boy is pulled roughly onto the man's lap, where he can feel the hard cock pressing up into him. the older man finally pulls away from the kiss and holds the boy's head on his shoulder. "fuck- 'm sorry. love you. god, you're such a good kid. fuck."
he's grinding into the boy's pussy, hissing his apologies into his ear. he can feel the boy take fistfuls of his shirt, gasping and shaking. "wait-what are you doing, please-" "shh. it's okay. you're okay. fuck, i'm sorry- just let me-" his hands grab hold of his hips, pushing the kids small body against his, listening to his shocked moans. the boy is too stunned to say anything, to ask what he's doing, why it makes him all wet down there, why it makes him feel so good. "mnh. shit. im sorry, have to have you- doing so good, champ-nnhgh." he feels the boy lift his head to look him in the eyes. tears are dripping down his cheeks, but his face is twisted in pleasure. his cock throbs so hard the kid can feel his pulse through his jeans.
"feels- nnh! it feels- weird, dad. nmh! dad!" he can't stop himself from slamming the boy's hips down onto his cock. "call me dad. fuck. do it again, son. nngh- say i'm your dad." the boy's thighs shake on his lap. "dad. nngh- you're my dad. mngh! ah! dad- please don't stop- hhnm" the kid feels warmth spreading through his body, and pooling in his stomach. the friction and the rubbing and the hands on his hips are all too much. he feels a pressure building, making his cries for dad even louder.
"ah! nmh! dad, m-my- it feels- nngh! oh god, dad. oh god oh god oh god dad." he feels the kids thrust his hips back and forth on dad's cock, chasing that fuzzy warm feeling in his tummy. "ngh- shit. such a good boy. c'mon son- fuck. gonna make me cum. gonna make your dad cum. nnnh, fuck!"
"dad, dad, dad! nnh! my- it's gonna- oh god daddy! daddy!" the boy doesn't know what's happening. his boxers are soaked through and his head is fuzzy and the pressure in his tummy is too much. he grinds his pussy into his dad's lap hard, in a long downward motion, that finally lets the pressure release.
his dad watches as he quivers, cumming on his lap, completely overwhelmed by the shock of his own orgasm. he watches his boy moaning and crying for him, and feeling his orgasm build, he grabs his hips and presses him down onto his cock, thrusting upwards and cumming in his jeans for his little boy.
the kid collapses into him, panting and shaking, occasionally twitching with aftershocks of his orgasm. the man, huffing and sweaty, embraces him, placing soft kisses on his head. they sit like that in his truck for a long few minutes, catching their breath, before his boy looks up at him.
There was this one kind of dad x son post from sooooo long ago that was like a trusted family friend kind of uncle type, and he was showing this younger tboy how to be a man after his father passed, and for some reason they ended up in the older guys truck and he was trying so hard not to be turned on by this boy who breaks down on his shoulder and starts crying and just trusts him so much, and he ends up feeling his hard on and so on and so forth and they’re dry humping in his truck,
Anyways I would like to read it again, so if anyone knows what I’m talking about it I’d be forever grateful
Big sis who adopts her little sis because their parents suck so much. Big sis whose been taking care of her little sis since she was a kid because their parents checked out of raising their kids, big sis had to raise herself so she's trying to give her little sister the childhood they both deserved. Big sis moves them both into a little apartment where they need to share a bed, which makes it awkward for a little while. little sis who cuddles into her big sis in her sleep, and unconsciously grinds her little hips into her big sisters thigh while she has her first wet dream. big sis trying to hide how turned on she is watching her little sis grind her little brains out onto her thigh. little sis who wakes up confused the next morning as to why she dreamed about her big sis doing those things to her. tension so thick in that apartment that morning you could cut it with a knife as they both know something new about themselves. both sisters too scared to make the first move until finally big sis snaps and pulls her little sister into a hug as kisses her. little sis gives in and lets it happen, letting her newfound feelings take over. big sister who is also her mom now making her feel more loved than anyone ever will.
if helps to know, i can still see your recent posts posts in the yuricest and siscon tags on my end (*v.v)
It is good to know!!! Though when looking at this account from others I can tell they’re gonna kill me since my icon is blurred :( it’s ok tho I came up with a funny blog amenities to make it now
I’ve been limited :/ may make a new account, I was wondering why I’d gotten like no traction on anything :( anyways will put my new account when made for mutuals and whoever to follow
if helps to know, i can still see your recent posts posts in the yuricest and siscon tags on my end (*v.v)
It is good to know!!! Though when looking at this account from others I can tell they’re gonna kill me since my icon is blurred :( it’s ok tho I came up with a funny blog amenities to make it now
older sister who is smaller and more timid and pathetic rhan her younger sister, so whenever younger sister gets riled up she goes to see her "little sister" and forces the older sister to admit she wants to bounce on her "big sister"s cock
I LOVE THISSSDSDD submissive big sister… save me submissive big sister …
I’ve been limited :/ may make a new account, I was wondering why I’d gotten like no traction on anything :( anyways will put my new account when made for mutuals and whoever to follow
about this post i tried it earlier and i kid you not i physically felt my brain blank out when i came. i tried it a few more times and then had to stop because i was worried i couldn't get up afterwards LOL? for context normally i can orgasm multiple times in a row with no problems (most was like 8-9) but after the third one i couldn't take it anymore. sorry if this is tmi but i'm genuinely scrambled right now. What is this sorcery
Oh em gee an update :3
It’s never tmi!!! I love hearing about this sort of thing :3
Three was the number I got to with my sister as well before he had to tap out, more so his body gave out though and I had to carry him to the bathroom and feed him sips of water for the next hour.
You think your scrambled now just wait until you’ve got someone pushing you well past 3 it seems to literally short circuit the brain. Thank you the wonders of the human body!!!
Little sister who’s prone to tantrums, destroying everything in sight x big sister who has to hold her still til she tires herself out, cooing sweet nothings in her ear to help her calm down
Your face is looming over the kitchen counter. And your big sister is looming behind you, her hand tightly gripping your hair. She's about to slam your face against it.
This isn't the first time that your sister has hit you, so you're no stranger to this. It's not the pain that gets to you the most. It's knowing exactly what's going to happen. And knowing that you're not going to do anything to stop it.
And this moment is one that you've been dreading for several days now.
Her question resonates inside your head. "Are you ready?"
Why is she doing this to you? What the hell are you supposed to say to that? The fact that she hasn't already done it yet tells you that she's waiting for an actual response.
You consider saying no, but you suspect that she wouldn't let you go if you did. She probably wouldn't slam your face against the counter if you said no, either. But you wouldn't be free. Far from it.
Most likely, you conclude, your sister isn't going to move on until she hears a 'Yes'.
You can prolong this as much as you like. But as you let the seconds tick by quietly, the dread inside your gut grows and grows. It gnaws at your stomach until it feels empty, like you haven't eaten a thing in days.
The pain becomes unbearable. You almost start to crave the punishment that awaits you, just so you can have something else to worry about. It takes no more than a minute for you to surrender.
With a dry mouth and a stomach that feels like it could empty all its contents in a second, you whisper, "...yes."
That's all she needed to hear. Any second now, it's going to happen. Your sister's grip on your hair tightens a bit as she leans forward. You look down at the smooth surface of the counter, waiting for the moment when it slams against you.
In a fraction of a second, your face meets the countertop, accompanied by a loud bang. The first thing you feel is your two front teeth stinging a bit, and your hand goes to your mouth instinctively, expecting to feel your gums bleeding.
Your big sister jerks your head back off the counter, and your entire head is buzzing. There is a throbbing pain in your nose. You try to see if your nose is broken or bent out of shape, but your sister's hand bats yours away. She tilts your head back as she leans in, inspecting your nose herself.
It takes a few moments, but you realize what she's doing. She said that she would slam your face against the counter until your nose was bleeding. A new wave of tears stings your eyes at the thought of having to do that again. You silently pray that some blood drips out of your nose, but you don't feel any.
Your sister sighs. A bad sign for you. She places her hand on your back and guides you back to where you were standing. You nearly trip over your own feet, and you grab the edges of the counter to stabilize yourself.
Your sister pulls on your hair, preparing to slam your face down once again. You try to tell her to wait, but the ringing sensation in your head is unbearable. You only have enough mental energy to keep yourself on your feet.
You feel sick.
Your face hits the counter for the second time. The throbbing in your nose instantly becomes worse. Your splitting headache doubles in intensity.
Your sister tilts your head back to inspect your face, and all you can bear to do right now is wait.
Your legs are unusually wobbly, and you fall forward into your sister's embrace. "Hey, hey. I've got you. Just hold on, it's almost over." You feel her voice vibrate in her chest as she attempts to talk you through this. But her use of the word 'almost' has the exact opposite effect.
A small, pathetic sob escapes your throat. "N-no..." You grab onto your big sister's shoulders, using every remaining ounce of willpower just to beg her to stop.
Her arm comes around your waist, holding you up. At this point, it feels like she's carrying you. You hear the scrape of a chair against the floor and suddenly find yourself stumbling backwards.
Alarm surges through you as you think you are falling. But you quickly realize that your sister is just sitting you down in a chair. Your neck presses against the top of the chair as your sister tilts your head back once again.
You don't even have the energy to really look at her right now. Your vision is so unfocused that your eyes might as well be closed. You sniff involuntarily as your sister's fingers feel your nose. It feels a bit runny. You hope she sees blood.
Her finger presses just inside your nostril and pulls out. You wait in abject terror, your chest heaving.
Your sister hums slightly. "...Fine. I'll count that."
It's over.
Your chest loosens up considerably. You hear the sound of a paper towel being ripped, and your sister pinches the bridge of your nose.
You can't do this. You can't handle her being gentle with you now.
Blindly, you reach your hand out, pressing against her clavicle. You push roughly, trying to get her away from you. She steps back a bit, raising her hands. "Okay, okay..."
That's the worst part. She never gets mad when you push her away like this. She understands when you don't want her to touch you. She doesn't blame you for hating her. There is never any surprise on her face when you lash out after a particularly cruel punishment.
And it completely nullifies any catharsis you might feel for fighting back against her.
She grabs an ice pack off the counter and holds it out to you. You try your hardest not to start crying again as you snatch the pack out of her hand and storm out of the kitchen.
Your face hurts so badly, and pressing the cold ice pack against any part of it only makes it sting more. You lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling as you keep the ice pack on your busted lip.
About an hour later, there is a knock at your door.
"Fuck off..." Your voice comes out bitter and broken.
"Can we just talk?" What an insane thing to say. You tried 'just talking' to her not too long ago. And she wouldn't allow it.
You can't muster up the energy to respond in either direction, and she takes that as permission to open the door. She sits on the edge of your bed, facing away from you. You roll over onto your side, away from her.
In the unnerving silence, she turns her head to look down at you.
"...Do you want a hug?"
You know exactly what you should be feeling right now. You know what you wish you felt right now. You wish you felt angry. You wish you felt disgusted. You wish you felt horrified. You wish you felt a hundred different feelings that normal little sisters probably feel when they get beaten up by their normal big sisters.
But instead of anger, you just feel humiliated about not being able to live up to your sister's expectations. Instead of disgust, you feel an intense desire to just cut the tension and be close with your big sister again. Instead of horror, you feel an indescribable relief when your sister offers to comfort you.
Your lips turn down involuntarily as you swallow more tears, still too humiliated to face her. You want your big sister.
"Y-yeah.." you choke.
After a moment, the bed shifts as your big sister lies down right behind you. Her arm wraps around you, and her other hand strokes your head soothingly. You flinch as her warm breath tickles your neck. You can't hold back anymore.
You roll onto your other side to face her and let out a strangled sob, burying your face into her chest. You squeeze her like she'll disappear from reality if you let go.
"It's okay." Her sharp nails gently massage your scalp as she shushes you. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."
Her plush lips press against your forehead, pulling away with a gentle smack. "My poor baby sister..."
Your big sister clutches you like a lifeline as well, pulling you into her bosom. You don't care where your face is planted. You two need this, and you both know it.
"How about... I help you with your homework later? Would that help?"
There are a lot of things that you don't understand.
You don't understand why your sister punishes you so harshly, nor do you understand why you're starting to agree with the punishments she gives you.
You don't understand why you feel the way that you do about your sister. At the same time, it's hard for you to understand how any little sister could look at her big sister and not fall in love with her.
You definitely don't understand half of the shit they're trying to teach you in Geometry class. But there is something that you understand for certain.
You two only have each other, and neither of you would have it any other way.
