A collaborative work between @divineeroticmelody and @explicitlytranssystem
Warning: This scene features impact play
“Oh my goddddddd, Juri, pay attention to me…” I heave a mighty sigh, setting down the new deck I'm building. You’re standing in my doorway, doing a cutesy fucking pose (also known as standing normally when you’re as cute as you are) and batting your fucking eyelashes at me.
“Yeah, yeah, hold on, Rose.” I organize the piles a bit before turning in my gaming chair. A Christmas gift last year. You made me promise not to tell Mom how expensive it was, “Alright, here, I'm paying attention. What do you want, nerd?”
“Mom’s out. She’s got bridge tonight so she won’t be back for a while. I’m gonna stream soon, so, like, I wanted to hang out a bit first, but you’re too busy playing with your dumb cardboard…” You sway around in front of me, already in your streaming outfit, clothes cut too low for mom not to blow a stack if she knew you had, and leaving very little to the imagination. Let alone that hundreds of strangers, minimum, were going to watch you wear them. I sigh, just knowing you’re going to get really annoying soon.
“Alright, we can hang.” It won't be too big of a deal. Unless, of course, it was, “Wait. Hold on. This is bait, isn’t it? You want me on camera for some stupid trend, don’t you?”
“Hmph. I can’t just want to spend time with my big sis? The stream is not for an hour or so, mom’s going to be busy all night plus the demographics are better at that time… Besides, you look so lonely playing with your cards like that. When was the last time you even did anything?”
“I- Jesus. Hostile much?”
You pout at me. Of course you do. You do the whole routine, big saucers for eyes, pressed out lips, hands on your hips, pulling back a little for effect. “Well you sit around your room all day like, all the time. But I do know you do some things. Like your nerdy little card game tournaments or whatever. But I want to do something fun. Hang out like we used to. Back when… we had to hide.” And there it is, the little shuffle. Why are you so fucking cute? I take a small pause. I do miss it. It’s stupid to, honestly, but we’ve…drifted slightly.
“Fuck it, yeah, let’s hang.” I rise from the chair and follow your gleeful exuberance across the hall to your room slash stream setup. The amount of lights and cameras seems wholly unnecessary, but you’ve been incredibly insistent that “Hand+Face+Foot cam is the future,”So, what’s the deal with these?” I gesture to the newest lights, rings of LEDs mounted on black stand behind your screens. While you babble about the benefits of them over traditional ring lights, the decreased environmental impact, and the energy usage, I pull out my phone and scroll a bit. Dry as usual. The card shop is closed today, and the girls I usually hook up with are busy with other things. Not like I can blame them. I look up to see your pout returned, arms folded again.
“Hey. If you didn’t want to do this, you could’ve just stayed in your room.” I’ve fucked up. I drop my phone to the bed, standing and crossing over to you, feigning an apology before I take advantage of our height difference and shove you into a headlock. You scream and kick and protest like you used to. It’s…refreshing to see that despite the other changes in our life, you’re still the same annoying little sister I had.
“Awwww, little nerd doesn't like this anymore?” I take my knuckles to your head, mussing up your carefully styled hair with a noogie.
“Stop it! And I'm NOT a nerd! I kiss girls!” Oh, that’s laughable. Sure, you’ve got fans. And…fans on that OTHER site, too. But as I'm perfectly aware of, the gap between bluster and girlkissing is huge.
“Aw, yeah? You kiss girls?” I laugh, mockingly, “I bet you do. I bet you kiss soooo many girls and they’re NOT named stupid shit like ‘Palmela Handerson’. Oh, and sis? Different mirrors don’t count as different girls. They’re all pathetic.”
“Ugh I…” I smile, looking at you under my arms struggling, until you kind of go limp for a second, and that shit eating grin returns to your face. “I can prove I get more than you!”
“First of all, no you can’t. Secondly, don’t pull out your phone. I don’t need to see your weirdo makeout sessions.” You stomp a little foot adorably.
“What?! No! Ugh, I mean.” You look away from me. Are you blushing a little? Since when have you ever even gotten close to being embarrassed? Especially since you started streaming, you’ve always been the outgoing one of our pair.
“You mean, You mean?” I chuckle as the mocking tone enters my voice again, “Go ahead, call one of your loser friends, I'm sure they’ll vouch for your awkward kissing sessions.”
“No! Ugh.” Your squirming slows again. “Let go of me and you’ll see what I mean big sis.” You look up to me, almost with a ‘Well? What are you waiting for?’ in your eyes. Cocky brat. No matter. I release your head and wait for you to take a step away. Once you do, I wave a hand to say “Go on.” You don’t disappoint, lunging forward and pressing a small peck to my lips, flinging your arms around my back.I just stare in stunned silence for a beat.
“Wh-what? That’s your technique? Surprise attacks? That’s…forward, but still kinda pathetic.”
“Hmph.” You stomp your little foot again, “I only kiss girls who I know will like it.” That…That implies some things. Still, you look at me with that shit eating grin, like you think you’ve won momentum or something. “And no, I actually prefer to go to parties and find the lonely and scared butch girls, who just need someone cute to push them over the edge. Then I act all cute and annoying until I get what I want.” Well, that’s a revelation and a half. Even knowing about your…other streaming service…this is still a shock. And …lonely and scared butch girls?? Thankfully, I don't fit either of those criteria. Otherwise, I'd start thinking some really impure things. You don’t even let me open my mouth before continuing, “I mean, you know that I'm not the perfect princess mom thinks I am. Nothing’s more hot than a big girl finally getting annoyed enough to shut me up. In the only way that works.” You look up at me, and lean closer. God your tits are practically falling out of that top. “So, how much do you get?”
“I-I get plenty, as a matter of fact. I get enough that-” Shut up. Shut up Juri, you’re going to fuck everything up if you keep talking.
“Awww Jurs, enough that what?”
“Enough that I know that wasn’t the kiss of someone who gets laid often, if at all. That was a chaste little thing.” Fuck. Why did I keep talking?
Your eyebrow shoots up, still with that stupid adorable fucking grin. “Oh? Why don’t you show me what a proper kiss is.” Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Fuck. I can feel myself moving before I convince myself it's a stupid idea. My hand finds your collarbone and pushes you back to the only clear spot on your wall. My face drifts closer before our lips crash together and I pin you to the wall with my full weight. You gasp into my mouth, though from surprise or the action itself, I don’t know. Of course, I lied. This is, despite the knot forming in my stomach, a great kiss. I can’t let you know that, so instead I just enjoy the embrace, running my hands down your sides, to grab at your hips. Your fucking hips. God I’ve wanted to do this forever. I feel you tug yourself closer to me, pinning your body against mine, your chest against mine, your manicured girly fingernails digging into my back.
I open my mouth to breathe and feel it invaded by my little sister’s tongue. That’s how you wanna play? Fine. Have it your way. I clamp down on your tongue, snaking my own around it to mimic the hot snakes of arousal building in my gut. Fuck the consequences. I don’t care how much blackmail you get out of this anymore. I’m throbbing too hard to care. But, still, reassurances, I pull back first, panting. You are too. It’s… too fucking cute. “You’re going to shut your mouth about this Rose. Do you understand me?”
“Oh big sis~.” You come up and quickly smooch me again. You lean into my ear and whisper. “I called all the girls I laid big sis.” God since when were you such a freak? You pull back, Eyes big and shiny, lipstick slightly smudged, smiling with that stupid fucking grin. “You know mom’s perfect princess can do no wrong.”
“Shit, You’re a little freak, huh sis? You thought about me whenever those bitches fell all over you?” God, I hope you don’t point out how invested I am in this as I start to look over at the bed. Pink and white and aesthetically overbearing. Covered in stuffed animals. It screams innocence. Am I really thinking of defiling it? “I’m going to do so much wrong to her perfect princess… to… to my princess.
The way you look up at me betrays your own excitement at my facade cracking. “Oh Juri, am I really the freak here? You’re the one who responded to a peck with a full makeout sesh.” Oh god, you’re touching me, running a finger across my chest, before squirming out of my grasp and spinning over to the bed. “Come to me then, my knight in shining leather, and strip your Princess. Take another petal off of this Rose. Defile your sister.”
The noise I make as I approach isn’t human. It’s something baser, more primal. As I kneel at the edge of your bed, my fingers find the hem of your shirt and tease it upwards. By the time it rises over your belly button, I’m muttering to myself, justifying, though to who is currently uncertain,
“It’s not my fault. You goaded me. You made me do this. You’re the gross one…princess.” You just giggle and enjoy the show of my hazy eyes taking in your beauty. You clock something odd, though not to be addressed currently. While entranced, certainly, I’m not surprised by anything I see, even as the underside of your breasts comes into view.
“If all it took was being a little annoying, then being my knight is perfect for you. You can drool over me, keep that head nice and empty for me, you can keep staring at my ass like I know you have been for years now.” With a giggle that can only be described as malicious, you raise a foot and tap it against my crotch, finding exactly what you hoped, “Mirrors are pathetic, huh? What’s that mean for you? Since, Y'know, you check me out in them constantly. You thought I didn’t notice?” No. I knew you noticed. I thought you didn’t care. That it would be dismissed. A random glance, a longing look. You should be used to them. You’re gorgeous and you know it.
“Years. Of being annoying. Sue me for looking. You wanted attention. Those shorts left your whole ass out…” I pause and shake my head, growling low and quiet, “god, fucking damnit. Just let me do this.” I hook a hand underneath you, groping your soft ass with a moan. God, it’s plush. Way better than I ever imagined. Your own moan complements mine.
“Years of effort just to get my loyal knight to pay attention to her princess…worth it~” You stroke my hair just like you used to, though the context adds a new layer to the action. It feels different. Just as close but… more charged.
“And all those years, just for my attention? Just for this? God you’re such a brat Rose.” I say, with a tone that betrays my true feelings. Admiration and love. I pull your top over your burgeoning breasts, lingering so long that I can’t deny it as an accident, before tugging it over your head, “Jesus Christ. It’s really not fair yours are bigger. Makin me fucking jealous over here.” Anticipating the order, I reach for your breasts before you can open your mouth. Your back arches into my hands and you moan so fucking cute it hurts. “It’s enough to make me jealous.”
“Mmmmph. Oh? Jealous, big sis? Good food and genetics can do amazing things. Besides, I had to pull you out of your nerdy card game to do some actual fun stuff somehow.” Your smile grows large, almost as if you’re about to say some annoying shit again, and love it. “That’s why I get more than you by the way. I actually go to parties and stuff.”
“You’d be shocked to know how many of those ‘wild party girls’ actually show up to my card games. And how many more have swallowed me in the backseat of my shitty Camry.” I grope your chest roughly, ignoring the drool pooling in my mouth, and how it’s doubled when you moan like a slut again at it. “But you did pull me away.”
“So you already got my sloppy seconds then? Cute.” There’s that giggle again. God, you’re adorable. I trail my hands over your bra, and to your back, unhooking it and pausing. All my wet dreams and nightmares collide into hesitation. Once we do this…You stop squirming and look at me quizzically. And maybe. Just maybe your mask slips too, guilt and lust shining from beneath that boundless confidence. “Are you okay?”
“I- Rose. Sis… Once we do this… I can’t go back. I… I’m not nearly as good, or strong, or pure as you… or as pure as I thought you were…” Your guilt disappears as you stare deeply into my eyes. You haven’t looked at me like this since you came out to me, all those years ago.
“Then we don’t go back. I’ll be honest, I won’t be able to either, I was planning on using this to extort you for more.” You giggle so cute, devilish grin returning to your face. God, despite everything I really want to see you stop making that face. You kiss me by surprise again, and when you pull back I swear I can see conflict flitter away into resolve. “So… fuck your Princess, my loyal Knight Juri.”
“I don’t want to hear you complain later. Not about how sore you are, now about how much it hurts. You asked for this.” I mount your hips and grind our cocks together as I remove your bra, growling slightly, “And I swear, if anyo-“
“Oh my god, I get it, You’ll kill me!” Your eyes twinkle as you cut me off. I’m in your trap. All that’s left is… “I know you’ve dreamed about this. Take what you want and Shut. Me. The fuck. Up.” As the last words leave your lips, two fingers enter and depress your tongue. You smile through your gaze as you lock your lips around them.
“I’ve been wanting to shut your stupid little whore mouth for so long. Constantly running. We’ll see how much you yap with your throat full of my strap.” You make a series of noises that I can only interpret to be the phrase, “So do it then” before I reach down and tug at the waist of my basketball shorts to release my throbbing girlcock. We’ll regret this later, guilt can come pouring in the gaps in our relationship that this will make. But for now? For now, I remove my fingers and before you can say another god damned word, I shove my heavy cock into your waiting mouth. It’s…delightful. Warm. Wet. Your (apparently) skilled tongue flicks and rubs against the underside of my tip almost immediately. Jesus. No hesitation? You’ve been wanting this as long as I have, then.
You melt against my grip in your hair as you keep teasing my tip with your tongue. You have no intention of moving. If I want my cock sucked, I’m going to have to force you. It has a 100% success rate for driving girls crazy. You gaze up at me with a sparkle in your eye, taking in my beautiful form as I finally tighten my grip and thrust deeper into your waiting throat,
“Fuck…god…” a bit ironic to invoke his name here when this goes against everything he’d stand for, “Go on. Show me what you get up to at these parties of yours.” You nod as best you can with a thick shaft in your face, relaxing and bobbing your head at a pace enforced by my grip. You’re glad for the buzz from the bowl you smoked and hid before coming to get me. Helps keep everything loose. Didn’t hurt the confidence to actually come and goad me into doing this, either. All of Mom’s rules breaking one by one in the room she used to read you stories in. No girls in your room? Broken. Safe sex only? You don’t have any condoms and you aren’t going to ask me for one. Broken. No drugs or booze in the house? Broken. Your slutty little mind? Not a rule, but it’s on the track to become exactly that. Broken.
Pleasure crashes up from my legs, leaving me trembling, shaking as I thrust desperately into your throat, forcing as much down as I can. I try to speak but end up in whines, grunts and gasps, spurred on by your moans as I fuck your face. Fucking hell, your throat feels incredible. Should’ve done this years ago, maybe during one of those times we were barely deniably close. Cuddling at night after one of your nightmares, maybe? And, thank fuck for the booze I hid from mom, one shot and I finally get to take what I want. Who knew it would be this easy?
You shudder in my grasp, and I feel you work harder, moan louder. You shift like you’re trying to get even more of me down your throat. Like you’re fucking thirsty for me. For my cock. My back arches as I feel your tongue start swirling around my sensitive head. I look down at you, locking eyes as you return the gaze. You’re moaning so loud, and your mascara is running. You look so fucking cute like that.
“Fuck…Fuck…Sis…fuck Rose I’m gonna… god damn those lucky bitches, fuck…” I thrust as hard as I can as your hands wrap around my ass and pull me even deeper, taking a deep inhale through your nose while you still can. God, your tear-soaked eyes make this so much hotter. You’re my baby sister, my cock buried deep in your throat, as far as it can go. And the dam breaks free, I cum down your throat. I moan long, drawn out, as you start choking on my cock, doing your patent best to swallow every drop. When I’m done cumming, I pull out of your grasp, and you let me go. I look down at you, makeup ruined, and mouth agape, full of my cum.
You look up at me, eyes full of lust and guilt. You grab my shirt and pull me down into a kiss, forcing what remains of my cum into my mouth. God, what the fuck is wrong with us. You force your tongue into my mouth like you’re trying to justify your own emotions, and in this position I can feel your cock tap at my knee, wanting some attention too. You break, and lean back, taking a large gasp of air, swallowing the last drops, and saying, with those large pouty eyes and crossed arms, “I still need to be finished off too, big sis.”
“I know, kiddo, I know.” I pant softly, not moving far from your face as my hand travels over your bare skin and cups your cock. It’s straining so cutely at this fabric that was never enough to hold it in the first place. I lean in and nuzzle your neck, peppering it with breathy kisses as I ask “How do you want it, princess? Since you let me take what I wanted, I think it’s time you got what you deserve from your loyal knight. An orgasm from your big sister. Doesn’t that sound so disgusting?” Taking your extended whimpers as affirmation, I chuckle and continue, “But you want it. You need this. You’ve wanted it as long as I have, if not more.”
“You know what I want. Use me. Be rough with me. I deserve to be used like a whore. Your whorish little princess.” Something…something’s off with that statement. I slip a hand beneath your waistband and stroke you with a surprising gentleness for your request. I press my forehead to yours, “I’ll give you what you want.” It’s a clumsy, awkward trial to remove your shorts and underwear in a fell swoop, but since it’s you, I hope you just find it endearing instead. Once freed from the confines of cloth, I move you to recline and raise your legs for me, placing one over my shoulder while I return attention to your pretty cock. It’s not long before you feel a fingertip brush against your hole.
“Hey, perv. Tell me where the lube is. I know you’ve got it, and that you’ve taken bigger than mine. But if you want me to use it, tell me where it is.” Your eyes light up again, having almost diminished to the swirling thoughts surely rampaging inside your head. If we’re anything alike, I can guess what they are. The guilt and shame are building in me, too. The desire for this and the gross feeling of taboo. You throb in my cupped hand.
You look up at me in excitement, smiling. Not your annoying smile, the cute one you do when someone compliments you. “Oh? I’m a perv? You’re the one asking your lil sis where her lube is and-” Your face goes on a journey. Flashing multiple emotions and ending in the one you make whenever you’re connecting dots. A rock sinks in my stomach as you come to a realization. “Wait… You know I’ve taken bigger? Did you find my Fan Page? Were you one of those sad pathetic people spending extra cash to flirt badly with me?” You start to giggle, almost maniacally, and point to the closet. “False panel to the left in my closet. It’s where I hide all the good stuff. Take half a look and you’ll get what I mean.”
I look away, as fast as I can, blood rushing to my cheeks as what you said sets in . “I’m not gonna fucking answer that, freak…” Is the intended full sentence, but out slips the rest of my thought, quieter, “Not that you’d believe me if I said no.” I get up, heading towards your closet, feeling your eyes on my ass as I walk. I shift the false panel to the side and root through your contraband-riddled closet. Booze, pot, an array of familiar sex toys plus cleaning supplies, a large cutesy floral bong and grinder combo, a box of presumably used panties labelled “sales and giveaways”, and, all the way at the back, the lube. “Hey, don’t knock a girl for enjoying herself and making some extra cash on the side. Not like you didn’t know that I had those knotted toys anyways, simp.”
I turn from the closet, returning bedside with a grin and a growing erection. I pop thé cap on thé lube, applying some to my finger while muttering, “Fucking size queen.” You shudder as the cold lube hits your hole, withstanding the slight pressure before you see me frown and step back to reapply and return. I can stomach hurting you. If you ask for it enough. But this…I need this too badly to fuck it up. As my finger pushes in, I’m rewarded with your soft moan and the devilish smile returning to your face.
“God. You’re so fucking gentle. Are you really the Juri who made those girls scream when you brought them home? I heard you hit them, you know. I’m not…mmmf…uniquely into weird shit here…”
“If you know how badly I left them bruised, just imagine what I’ll do to you if I don’t get my way.” Your eyes light up with curiosity, “Like a whore it is, then. You want me to fuck you like I fucked them? You gonna be a good girl and cover up the bruises so mom doesn’t ask what happened to her ‘Perfect angel’?” A feinted hook speeds towards you, pulling short at the last second to your disappointment. After your eye roll, you start a new sentence,
“I thought you wanted to shut me up? Just imagine how satis-“ You never get to finish it as my left hook crashes into your gut. Your beautiful moans of pain cascade around the room and I can’t help the smile that alights on my face as you curl around my fist and clench around my finger. When I speak again, an undeniable lust tinges my voice, different from the girl who fucked your face,
“Not so cocky now, brat? Be a good girl and take it. Those girls all lasted, don’t you want to be good for your big sister and take what she HAS” I throw another punch into your shoulder. It’ll hurt less than the gut shot, but I know it’ll leave a bruise that masochistic bitches like you love to press on. Your whorish noises just spur me on. When you can finally speak through the tears trickling down your face, you look up at me and beg,
“There’s the beast. Come on. Lose yourself already. We’ve broken all the rules. What’s one more?” As I add another finger with surprising ease, I throw another punch to the same spot, making damn well sure that bruise takes. Your breathing quickens as your eyes dilate. There’s the slut. You’re so much prettier in person than through the camera. Expletives fall from your pretty lips as I pull out, whining about how empty you feel.
“Shut up. I can’t take it anymore. I need this. Forgive me later. You’re too fucking pretty for me to stop now.” I shift, applying some extra lube to my rock-hard girlcock out of the last bit of caution I have for your well-being. A quick thrust later, I’m inside of my little sister. And it feels heavenly. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I shouldn’t be memorizing how your ass feels clenching around me as I groan out, “Fuck…big enough for you, whore? Choose wisely.” When you start to say something, I crudely bring my hand down in a slap. To your credit, you take it well and persevere,
“I-I…I’ve had bigger…” That cocky smile returns. I know you can feel me trembling, I know you can’t tell if it’s from rage or arousal. The secret is; it’s both.
“Bigger? Maybe.” With your legs over my shoulders, your soft thighs are an easy target for punching. You cry out beautifully when I do, clenching like I knew you would. It feels divine. Wrong. Horrifically wrong. I’m probably fucking you up, but I can’t stop at this point, “You’re going to beg for this from now on, Rose. You can have bigger all you like, but nobody will fuck you better than your big sis.”
You cry out as the blows and thrusts don’t stop. I can see concern on your face, but not at my actions. You’re worried about me. Your arms wrap around my back when you curl up to one of my blows, and you whisper into your ear, probably taking all your effort to talk right now. “S-sis. Fuck. If… if it’s too much. T-tag.” A request that takes me completely by surprise. You’re crying, bruised and beaten by my own fists, my little sister who trusted me so much to even admit that she wanted this. Even if it were just with the smallest peck, and a single line. And you’re telling me to tag if it’s too much? The girl who started this. Not going to happen. You drop back down onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up.
“You… You first…” I move in small increments, rapidly getting to a pace that I know you heard through the walls. I stumble a little, and I know that I’m not going to last long. It feels obvious. When you go to open your mouth, I take my hand that didn’t go in your ass, and shove two fingers in your mouth, watching your eyes practically shine. “Use a hand. Or… bite down hard if you need me to stop. I won’t do so otherwise.” If I’ve been thinking-and honestly if I was we wouldn’t be doing this-I would have established a safeword first. Next time. Fuck, I hope there’s a next time. I’ll make sure there will be.
I throw another hook into your ribs, a weaker one, but you still respond wonderfully. You wince and you squint, trying your best not to bite down. Tears stream down your deeply ruined makeup, and I hear forced out as I follow through, a Moan that sounds like a primal call for more. I oblige. “Hurt you? I think I can do that.” I tug your arms to fondle my tits, which immediately latch on and start squeezing. I launch a set of weak punches into your shoulders, knowing it’ll hurt, and that bruise that I already gifted you means I won’t have to go too hard. Your clenching around my cock increases with every punch, and your shaking and shuddering body confirms it. My restraint starts to slip. “Fuck… sis… I’m gonna cum soon. Can’t hold on much longer.”
My hand makes its way down to your little cock, wrapping it around with ease and working it in time with my thrusts. “MMMMMngh. Sis…” escapes your lips, as your eyes flutter at me. You look absolutely punch drunk, and your hips start to buck as you whine and your grip on my tits becomes greedy, tears further falling from your face, eyes barely able to focus but centered on me. “Me too sis. Fuck. God you’re so much better… Make me cum.”
I pant and work myself up, no longer throwing punches, just stroking you and thrusting. I dive forwards to kiss you deep, as my slams become erratic. “Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Cum with me sis…” I whine against your lips before capturing again with a bestial growl. Your arms and legs lock me into position, forcing me deeper into you as well. A few final thrusts and I finally unload a diminished-relatively speaking it still must be a lot-second load into you. You twitch and moan and pant, and your back arches with me, nearly screaming as I rub your twitching cock and offer encouragement, lots of “come on”s and “Do it for your big sis”. Your eyes roll back in your head and paint my hand with a more reserved, frankly pathetic load. You smile, blitzed out and start to laugh Falling back before going quiet. You stare at me, at yourself.
“Oh shit. We actually… not just teasing. Or… other weird deniable shit we used to do. We actually…” I look at you, you’re starting to panic. I didn’t want to hurt you.
God I just “I…I told you to stop me.” I lie, I never wanted to stop. I’m glad we didn’t. You probably won’t accept that. “Fuck… hey. I’m sorry, okay? Rose…I.” Oh god. I hurt my baby sister. Your bruise is darkening as we lay here, still connected. I haven’t pulled out or let go yet. Just. A few more seconds of contact. Please.
“Sh-shit. Yeah. But… that was really fun.” You twitch, visibly, saying the quiet part out loud. You still hold onto me. Grip tightening. “God I. Goaded you into. Your own sister. I’m disgusting…”
“No, Rose, I’m sorry. I’m the disgusting one. You….you were just playing and I twisted it into this…and…while I’m admitting things, I did sub to your Fan Page.”
“Shut the fuck up, sis, I goaded and pushed you every step of the way. I thought about this for…way too long.” You reach for the bruise on your shoulder and press in, barely restraining a moan, “NeedyButch24? I should’ve known it was you. You told me your name was Lyra. Your second pick. Thought I wouldn’t notice since it’s so common, huh?”
“Yeah, and it worked. I mean, I guess it worked.” I twitch inside, even as I’m softening, watching you press the bruise. Shit that’s hot.
“You always went quiet when my streams started. Music playing? Nope, all off, and I know you’d rush to your computer, I could hear the stomping hehe.” You reach around, hugging me, pulling me onto the bed. “I like Juri better. Suits you more. And I’m glad that…” You audibly gulp, taking a second to find the right words. “That all this is out in the open now. At least, we don’t have to wonder and yearn anymore.” You stop to look at me, sternly, “Also you’re getting free messaging and a free top tier sub because I know you can’t afford this between your shitty job and the gouging mom’s doing."
“... You don’t have to do that. It’s not…I can manage. I pull an extra shift and help out some friends and it all scrapes together. I just…I know it’s gross but a friend sent it to me as a joke…and I…Shit I couldn’t look away. So I helped. I wanted this to work out for you. Couldn’t overtly support it. Afraid of… this happening. It would be this or rejection and I was convinced both would be terrible.” I finally pull out of you, scooping you in my arms to properly cuddle you. I can’t help but trace the impact sites as they darken. They’ll bruise. At the very least they will… “Can… I get you anything? Tylenol? You’re already autistic so it can’t hurt.”
You snort adorably, and turn to look at me. “In a little bit. It just. Mmmph. I want to ride a bit more of this. It feels so nice. And shit. If you want to support me you could get mom out of the house more often. Oooooor…” Your face twists into a devilish grin, and you run a finger down my back. “I could use a regular ‘fan’ to meet up with. Censor your face and shit so nobody can tell it’s you. Call you big sis on cam. People will go nuts for both the possibility of sleeping with me, and being my sis.”
“That’s…” That honestly is disgusting. But exactly the type of thing your fans would go wolf for. Especially framed as a ‘fan meetup’. For some reason, the idea gets me excited too. “Shit, that’s not too bad… but… it would mean doing this again. Are you okay with that? I know it hurts. I know I was too rough. I’m sorry.”
You look at me, face softening. I attempt to pull back but you pull in closer to me. “Hey, hey. You didn’t go too far. I love every bruise. They’re like hickeys from someone who loves you enough to hurt you like you ask. And. Well, honestly I don’t think we can go back to normal. Especially after talking. Besides, We’re both trannies, Fuck normal.” You giggle again, looking so cute.
“I bucked normal the day I knew I’d be happier this way. When I learned you felt like me… I was ecstatic. I don’t know if I ever told you that. I know I don’t… deserve it, but I want to do this again. I want to see you overjoyed, I want to watch you cry. I want to hurt you and comfort you and… I wanna do lots of things a girl shouldn’t be doing with her sister. And I’ve shoved it down and even when you said ‘Fuck me like a whore’... I couldn’t be rough yet. I needed you to not be scared of me… even if you look so hot when you cry. Let’s rest a bit and I’ll help you take that smudged makeup off?”
“Sounds nice.” An alarm goes off and you look at your phone, digging through shorts that landed on the bed. “Oh I need to be streaming in. Five mins. I do not have the energy or time to fix myself. Hmm. Idea.” You shuffle lower, throw the blanket we’ve been cuddling in off of us, hold you phone out, ruffle your hair so it’s more of a mess, take a few photos, mess with some filters, and type something out. “Don’t worry Juri, you’ll have full access. Aaaaaaand done. Disaster averted.” You cuddle back up to me, and a message pops up on my phone you somehow fished out of your shorts pocket. It’s a fan page notification. You can’t help but check it. “Hiiiiiiii everyone ~<3. So sorry but I won’t be able to stream today. Met a fan irl and we really kicked it off. So sorry for tonight everyone, but watch out for my new “Big Sis ~<3” in upcoming videos! Byeeee cuties <3<3<3.” The image is a picture of you, doing a cutesy pose, makeup clearly ruined and hair a mess. The bruises I gave you are clearly visible as well, popping out due to your editing magic. My tits frame your head beautifully, and I save my new favourite family photo. “Aaaaaaand there you go, Juri. You’re locked in as my Big Sis.”
“Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I say, running my hand through your hair. “Love ya Rose.”
“Love you, big sis. Always have.” And you spin around, kissing me before passing out in my arms.
Lucy has nowhere left to go. As the cold closes in, freezing her to the bone, there's only one person in the whole world who understands the abandonment she's going through. She didn't want to have to turn to her, but she knows she'll be accepted with open arms... and possibly more.
TW: Siscon, abusive parents, minor bloodplay
It’s so strange. When the town is blanketed in snow, it swallows up all sound. The crunch of every footfall is muffled, the huff of every breath is swept away alongside the flurries. But it can get colder than that. So cold that snow refuses to fall. So cold that light barely travels, the flickering streetlights providing such little warmth that it hurts. So cold that you can’t hear yourself cry as the tears freeze to your face, little rivulets of ice that crinkle as your face moves, every twitch of the muscles screaming in pain.
Lucy hadn’t walked over a mile in years, but now the lactic acid in her legs felt like slush; every pump of her heart loud in her ears, the only sound for miles; every flutter of her eyelids spotting her vision with a darkness that she was terrified of. She only vaguely knew the way, and that was during the day. She had to hope that she’d remembered correctly, all of the twists and turns, the long dirt roads, which of the quiet little run-down houses was correct.
If not, she’d be turned away. And if she was turned away, she wouldn’t survive the night.
With trembling hands, Lucy rapped on the door, hugging them to her sides as she waited. Ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. She tried again, and fumbled next to the door, no porch light on, until she found the doorbell and depressed it hard, grateful at the sound that rang out inside the dark home. There was a soft bang from inside, followed by a curse, and a familiar warmth blossomed in Lucy’s chest even as it tightened in anxious fear.
The door swung open and the woman inside froze completely still, eyes widening as she stared. Lucy hugged her arms to her side, still aside from the now-constant trembling, the chattering of her teeth, and the shifting from side to side as her body chafed from the cold. The woman inside was her reflection, but older by a few years. Where Lucy had just exited puberty and entered young adulthood, the woman inside was beginning to show creases at the corners of her eyes, a few stray hairs having bleached from age, or worse, the stress of their horrible parents.
“Oh,” she said simply.
“C-c-c-can, um,” Lucy stumbled, shivering, grateful for even the minor warmth that was radiating from the open doorway. “C-c-can I c-come in?”
“Oh.” Another long pause as the woman’s brain slowly caught up to what was going on. “You didn’t-? Fuck, did you walk here?” Lucy didn’t reply, just nodded numbly, watching as her sister tried to process. “I… Jesus. Yeah, get inside, you’re going to get hypothermia out there, you dork.”
The anxiety melted away just a little bit as Amanda’s hand caught her shoulder, guiding her inside and shutting the door behind her, a comfortably loud deadbolt sealing them inside. She stood awkwardly for a moment before the hands guided her again, their touch causing little sparks to jump under Lucy’s skin at long-forgotten memories, pulling her into the living room and sitting her down on the couch. Her coat was removed, and replaced with a large, plush blanket, and after some amount of time, a mug was pushed into her hands, steaming and burning at the touch, but warming her regardless.
“You…?” Amanda started, but paused, turning it over in her head and sitting back in an armchair across from Lucy. “Hey.”
“H-h-h-hi,” she shivered, forcing a smile. She knew she looked like a mess. She’d looked like a mess before she’d left the house – or, rather, been forced out of the house – and the miles-long walk didn’t help. She’d been practicing makeup, thinking that she had more time. The tears from scream-sobbing and from the relentless cold had smeared it all over her face. She probably looked insane.
Amanda shifted uncomfortably, looking at Lucy for a while before glancing away. “So… they know?”
“Y-yeah,” Lucy grimaced, staring into her mug. “Th-they know.”
“Shit.” Amanda sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “You can stay here. Of course.” She paused for a moment. “You were on the fence before, you’re, uh…?”
She frowned before chuckling softly, feeling a blush warm her cheeks. “L-Lucretia. Lucy.”
“Lucy,” Amanda said, softly. Lucy felt herself blush at the way she repeated it a few times, almost… reverently. She bit her lip. “It’s good. Suits you. Especially the whole ‘Lucretia’ bit.
“Sh-shut up,” she smiled, Amanda laughing and relaxing.
It was like they’d never left. Falling into the old habits, the way they used to talk, the way they used to laugh. She took a sip from the mug. It was Lucy’s favorite tea. Of course it was. She tried to push the feeling in her gut down but it just kept bubbling back up.
“You feeling alright? Not going to die on me,” Amanda said, her smile soft and concerned.
“I-I’m ok-k-kay,” she nodded, in a way that was not at all assuring. “I’ll b-be okay now.”
“Can’t believe you walked all the way here,” Amanda sighed. “You could’ve called, or gotten an Uber, or-?”
“Phone’s dead,” she sighed. “P-plus, an Uber? Th-this close to Christmas?”
Amanda hummed in agreement. They didn’t live in some big city where everything was readily available. The little town was an hour out from the nearest Walmart, and they were lucky to have the few fast food places they did. Sal was one of the only Uber drivers Lucy knew about and he was usually busy late at night. She was on her own.
Or… she was on her own. Amanda was rifling through a drawer next to her chair, and Lucy just took the opportunity to watch her. Similar hair. Similar eyes. Similar skin. Growing up they always got comments about how similar they were in so many regards. The few times people told them “they could tell they were sisters” gave Lucy enough euphoria to power through their rough childhood and into the adulthood she had. Even if she’d had to keep so much of it under wraps.
“Here,” Amanda said finally, fishing out a charger and tossing it across the living room. “Charge your phone.”
“Th-thanks,” Lucy smiled, complying. When she looked up, Amanda was there, standing in front of her, making her nearly jump. She took Lucy’s mug, setting it aside, and held a makeup wipe.
“Lemme fix this,” she muttered. Lucy went quiet, closing her eyes and letting her sister clean her face. The wipe was cold, but her sister’s fingers were so warm. They took her chin gently in her soft grip, moving her left, then right, then back again as she worked. She felt like a doll in her grip. She’d always felt….
There was a pit in her stomach that felt like it was widening the longer she was here. There was nowhere else to go, but Lucy felt this strange tug in her chest. This… inevitability growing inside of her. A pull, like gravity.
Her eyes fluttered open upon realizing that the wipe had been removed, but Amanda’s fingers hadn’t.
“Oh. Sorry,” Amanda said, looking confused. Her fingers didn’t move.
“I-it’s okay,” Lucy replied gently. “Warm.”
“Mm.”
Her fingers rose to meet Amanda’s, holding them to her face with her own freezing digits. Amanda’s other hand cupped over Lucy’s, and eventually she was holding both of them to her cheeks, thumbs brushing over Lucy’s fingers.
“You’re freezing, kid,” Amanda sighed gently. “I’d throw you in a hot bath but honestly that might put you into shock with how cold you are.” Lucy just nodded, trying to blink hard enough that the tears pricking the edges of her eyes would leave her alone. “I… y-you can take the bed,” she finally decided, magnanimously. “There’s a radiator in there. Heat in this place isn’t great, so…”
Lucy lowered her hands, breaking the strange spell that had held the two in place, and shook her head. “Th-that won’t be warm enough.”
Amanda bristled. “W- I… you can take all my blankets, too, I don’t… need one.”
“Amanda.”
“Lucy.” Her voice was strained. She sounded pained, like a dog at the end of its chain.
“L-like when we went sledding,” Lucy said softly. “I’m way smaller and thinner.”
Amanda went bright red, pulling away like she’d been burned and turning away. “Lucy.”
“I-if I die from h-h-hypothermia, you’re g-gonna be really m-mad at yourself,” Lucy asserted, as strongly as she could, even as she gave a dainty sneeze from the cold. “I-it doesn’t have to be… like that. It’s okay.”
Amanda frowned, meeting her eye and looking pained at the conflict. “You… I…?” She drew in a sharp breath. “Just for the night. And then I’ll move into here. Once you’re warmed up.”
“S-sure,” Lucy nodded.
“Alright, alright…” Amanda sighed. “Put on some pajamas, okay? Bed should still be warm since you woke me.”
Lucy winced. “S-sorry.”
“No, not-?” Amanda sighed. “It’s alright, goof. Meet you in there.”
Lucy’s joints cracked as she finally stood, groaning as she moved around, her body still thoroughly frozen through to the bone. She rummaged through her backpack for a big, loose shirt and a pair of pajama pants, sliding into Amanda’s very small bathroom to change, and then finding the only other door at the end of the hallway, leading into the bedroom.
It was small, but nice. A queen bed, a TV at the foot of it on the dresser, a little vanity in the corner. It was a lot like Amanda’s bedroom had been at home before-
She bit down hard on that memory, swallowing it before it had a chance to rear its head. It was fine. This was fine. She was fine.
Amanda looked up at her with big eyes, the dark dilating her pupils to wide circles that swallowed her irises as she watched Lucy move. She held the blanket open, and once Lucy snuggled in, she felt Amanda’s arms wrap around her, pulling her in close, the big spoon.
“You okay?” Amanda asked. Her breath was hot against Lucy’s neck, hot and familiar, and Lucy gave a quick nod.
“Y-yeah,” she chirped. A pause. “Remember the sledding thing?”
“What, the first time we did this?” Amanda chuckled. “Yeah, I remember.” Her lips were nearly pressed to Lucy’s shoulder with how they were snuggled together. “You were wearing that stupid coat that had buttons instead of a zipper. So when you absolutely bailed, snow got all up in there and got you soaked.”
“It was all I h-had!” Lucy laughed, crinkling her nose.
Amanda laughed back, and Lucy could feel her body shake as she did. “Yeah. You absolute mess.”
They’d cuddled just like this, to warm up. Their parents hadn’t been home that night at all, so it was just the two of them, sisters. Lucy had gone by a few different names in quiet, just between the two of them, but she moved through them so quickly she didn’t remember what name she’d used back that. What name that… Amanda would’ve-?
She nearly jumped when she heard the snoring start, but it quickly relaxed her more than anything in the world. More than a lullaby or white noise or the sound of rain pattering on a tin roof, Amanda’s snoring was just so peaceful. It was a sign that her older sister felt safe enough to sleep soundly, instead of worrying she’d wake their parents. It was a sound that only Lucy ever got to hear, it was special and it was hers and it meant safety.
She’d been run out of home, and this was the only place she could go, but she was grateful. It was the only place she’d wanted to go, really. It was safety.
She flipped over in her sleep, then back, then back again. The warm thing beside her had helped seep all of that frost from her bones and return her to some semblance of normalcy, and then after that, had made her almost too warm, having to kick her feet out from under the blankets. It was nice and soft, though, and smelled good, so she would occasionally grab at it and snuggle, a nice, big, warm, weighted and heated blanket just for her.
The warmth grew, and in her sleep she was on her back, hands all over, her arms, her legs, her thighs, her tummy, her neck. Warm and soft, so gentle, such soft skin, smelling so nice and safe. Her hips rocked, eyes rolled, and she felt so nice as she drifted in and out of consciousness, from the strange watercolors of dreamland to the increasingly bright world of waking as daylight streamed through the windows in oranges and pinks, then a warm yellow.
There was a thigh between her legs, and it felt so good just to rock against it, thick and plush and warm and familiar. There was a hand at her waist, sleepily groping, her sleepy morning wood made worse by the slender, wonderful fingers brushing against her skin, guiding her, egging her on. She felt so wonderful. Amanda felt-
Her eyes snapped open and she scooted back instinctively, breath hitching in her throat. Before anything else, her head whipped around toward the door to check, making sure it was shut. It wasn’t, it was open to the hall beyond, and panic spiked in her throat hard before the realization caught up with her. No one would be stepping in. No one was going to be home. No one was going to catch them, and no one was going to take Amanda away.
She let out a breath she’d been holding for nearly thirty seconds, flopping over onto her back as her older sister roused next to her with a groan.
“Mmm…?” Amanda yawned, blinking at her for a few moments, her brain trying to remember the conversations of the night prior. “Lucy,” she slurred.
“Yeah,” Lucy smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she smiled back, warm and genuine and happy. “You not freezing to death?”
“Yeah, I’m kind of sweaty,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out. “You’re like a space heater.”
“You’re just so twiggy,” Amanda yawned, turning over to grab her phone. “Can’t regulate your body heat.”
“Maybe,” she chuckled, blushing, tucking hair behind her ear. Her own phone was sitting on the bedside table, fully charged now, and she snatched it up, taking a breath as she started to look through her messages.
Or… message. She thought there’d be more. She was expecting a search party and a dozen messages from her worried sick parents, their need to control cranked up to an 11 in the aftermath of forcing her out of the house and into subzero temperatures. Instead, her mother had sent her a single message: “Shit’s on the lawn. Trash comes by at noon. If you want it, grab it before then.”
“Fuck,” Lucy groaned, flopping back onto the bed.
“Mm?” She held her phone out to her sister, who gingerly took it, reading the message. “Fuck.”
“Right.”
“I mean,” Amanda yawned. “We’ve got like, four hours. We can run by, grab whatever they threw out that didn’t get broken, and then maybe go out for some food? You ought to get some breakfast in you.”
Lucy’s stomach rumbled at that and she blushed, looking away. “That… sounds like a good idea, yeah.”
“Mmm, wanna snuggle before we go?” Amanda joked, grabbing at Lucy’s waist.
“H-hey! Stop that!” she laughed, swatting at her playfully. Amanda grabbed at her, pulling her in, the two wrestling for a moment before Amanda’s hand moved wrong, brushing around her waist to the front, her palm fully sliding along Lucy’s length-
“I-I should go to the bathroom!” Lucy squeaked, jumping out of bed.
“Y-yeah,” Amanda replied, clearing her throat. “Yeah, no, I’ll get ready to go.”
Lucy moved to the door and hesitated in the doorframe, glancing back at Amanda. Her older sister’s gaze met hers, and there was a long moment of… something. Lucy wasn’t sure how to describe it. That gaping maw inside of her was getting larger, that gravity pulling her toward that inevitable feeling. It felt like standing on the side of a bridge, looking over, watching the cars speed by. Your fingers were curled around the chain-link fence behind you, and at any second, your strength could fail. At any second, you could slip, a single finger losing purchase, and-
She scampered out of the room, shutting herself up in the bathroom and breathing slow and deep, splashing her face with water. She was fine. This was fine.
Lucy prepared herself for the morning, doing her hair up and grabbing out some of the fresh clothes from her backpack she’d managed to grab, as well as a little light makeup, just some eyeliner to really accentuate things. It worked well – exiting the bathroom, Amanda’s eyes flicked to hers, moving back and forth as she admired Lucy’s handiwork, a big smile spreading across her face.
“You’ve gotten so good at that,” she murmured, voice warm and soothing.
“Thanks,” Lucy breathed, and then they switched, letting her older sister into the bathroom while she sat in the living room and tried to calm her racing heart.
So much had happened in the last 24 hours that her body must just be trying to catch up. That’s all. She was just feeling overwhelmed.
Amanda came out in a cute outfit and Lucy felt her breath catch in her throat. Overwhelmed. That was all.
“So!” Amanda smiled, clapping her hands together. “We get your shit and then I was thinking of heading to the diner?”
“That sounds great,” Lucy beamed. She hadn’t been in years, not since before Amanda had left. It was one of the last nice meals the two had had together.
“Perfect,” Amanda hummed, sing-song. Her hand found Lucy’s waist out of instinct, guiding her to the door. “They’ve actually gotten better recently, I don’t know what it is. Maybe they’re not using as much processed crap as before.”
“Y-yeah?” Lucy smiled, trying not to awkwardly think about the fingers at her waist.
“Mhm! It’s great, honestly, you’ll love it.” Amanda’s fingers left her as easily as they’d found her, and the lingering feeling of touch was sparking in her brain like a lighter trying to find purchase. There were memories in there that were trying to dislodge and Lucy was doing everything she could to keep them in place.
She jumped into the side seat of Amanda’s crappy pickup, taking more than a few tries to start up, and then they were off. It was an uneventful drive, Amanda finding the local radio station and belting out some songs they used to sing together, Lucy blushing and smiling and falling right back into rhythm with her. She’d always take the high harmonies while Amanda would take the low ones. Every little thing Amanda did for her made her heart flutter.
Arriving at the house, sure enough, the lawn was strewn with Lucy’s stuff. She felt her face and chest go hot as she realized a handful of electronics were thrown out and broken, and then even hotter when she saw some of the magazines and articles of clothing that she’d kept very securely secreted away beneath her mattress or in the back of her closet. They’d been thorough.
“Jesus Christ,” Amanda sighed, shaking her head, getting out and starting to grab as much as she could. “I knew they were disrespectful pieces of shit, but c’mon.” It was freezing as they worked their way across the yard, grabbing as much as they could and stuffing it into trashbags, tossing them in the bed of Amanda’s truck, or the more delicate items handled into the seat where Lucy would just carry them on her lap. She’d managed to grab everything expensive – her game console, her laptop, a few important books and hard drives and poloroids that were sentimental – but it was still rough to see all of the things from her childhood room just… discarded.
She felt herself choking up, sobbing softly at the feeling, picking through the smoldering wreckage of her life. One simple decision, one she didn’t even control, something inside of her that was so beyond their understanding, and that was enough for them to abandon their last child. They’d abandoned the first, she should’ve realized that it would be just as easy, but it still stung like a slap to the face.
They got it all packed in and Lucy was headed for the car when Amanda made a “tsk” noise, angling her head toward the house. “Wanna go through their fridge before we do?”
Lucy sniffled and chuckled, wiping her nose and nodding, following her sister inside. They raided the fridge first, grabbing out ice cream and pizza rolls and anything that looked vaguely like comfort food, and then they went through the cabinets as well.
“You still like this?” Amanda grinned, holding up a cereal box with a goofy cartoon mascot on it.
“It- it’s good!” Lucy asserted as she blushed hard. “What, you don’t like marshmallows?”
“I’m pretty sure their motto says it’s for kids, you dork.”
“What, so I’m supposed to eat raisin bran like some kind of chump?”
Amanda cackled, tossing it in with the rest, raiding the rest of the food before rummaging through a few other drawers. Lucy stood back as Amanda took what she could to inconvenience them – double-A batteries, the remote for the living room TV, dumping the rest of their shampoo down the toilet, cutting a few buttons off of all of their shirts, undoing the batteries in their smoke alarms.
“How’s that?” she smiled, wiping her hands on her pants dramatically.
“I think that’s good,” Lucy beamed. It felt good to do the little acts of malice. Nothing that would hurt them, but enough to make them upset, probably enough to scream at each other. Everything set them off, it seemed, so this was sure to cause more than a few fights.
They turned to leave, laughing and roughhousing, tossing the bag of spoils in the back-
The sound of tires on gravel made Lucy’s skin crawl. It was a deep trigger that had been in place for years, but it made the hair on her arms stand on end as the two turned to see their dad’s car pulling into the driveway.
“Fuck me,” Amanda swore, throwing her keys to Lucy. “Start the car.”
“Wh-?”
“Now,” Amanda snapped, with a firmness that Lucy had never heard. She scrambled to obey, rushing away and fumbling with the keys as she tried to unlock the door.
There was shouting behind her. Her father’s raised voice lit alarm bells in her head, but her sister screaming back made those alarm bells go to DEFCON 1. Her brain was screaming at her so loud she couldn’t hear the words being thrown back and forth, and the key scraped at the ignition a few times before finding purchase, sliding it in and forcing the car to life after a few attempts.
She turned, and through the grimy windshield she saw- Fuck. He had a knife, and she was holding her side. She had one too. When the fuck did she get a pocket knife? He was holding a wound at his arm as his chest bled freely from a large gash she’d managed to get on him. The screaming had escalated, it seemed.
Lucy leaned over, laying on the horn, letting the sound pierce the air and stun the two into staggering away from one another, looking over at her. The neighborhood wasn’t large, but their parents loved to keep up appearances, and the risk of someone else hearing…
He ducked into his car, swearing and flipping them off as Amanda made her own way back, collapsing into the driver’s seat.
“Are- are you-?” Lucy gaped, trying to pick at Amanda’s wounds, who shook her off with a pained hiss.
“I’m fine,” she groaned. “Just- I have… a first aid kit at home…”
“Okay. Drive, please?”
Amanda nodded, doing her best to drive with the wound at her side bleeding. Lucy yanked off her jacket, pressing it against the wound as Amanda yelped and whimpered, but gave her a grateful side glance as they drove. Pulling into the driveway, Lucy nearly threw herself from the car, grabbing Amanda and pulling her up and into the house, throwing her to the bed and clambering for the first aid kit.
She managed to bring it, fingers shaking, and Amanda chuckled, looking up at her with furrowed brows. “I’ve got this,” she said softly. “I’ve been in a scrape before, Lucy.” That didn’t help. She didn’t want to think about Amanda getting cut up. “You go get the stuff out of the car and I’ll patch myself up, yeah? Just a few minutes.”
Lucy didn’t reply, just trudging out to the car and grabbing as much as she could, piling it into the living room, as quickly as she could. She didn’t want to leave Amanda for any longer than she had to.
When she finished, she rushed back into the room and froze in the doorway, watching her sister. The wound had been deep, but not deep enough to hit anything major, splitting fat but no gushing arteries. She was half sutured up, holding the thread at an awkward angle as she slowly stitched, chest bare as she’d thrown her shirt off.
She glanced up and the two shared what felt like a very long moment of prolonged eye contact before Amanda shifted nervously. “Can… you come help? Just… the angle-?”
“Y-yeah,” Lucy breathed, rushing to her side. She accepted the needle and thread, wincing at the look of the wound close up before taking a deep breath and slowly beginning to sew.
“Fuck,” Amanda groaned, looking away. An arm fell across her ample chest out of modesty, but Lucy had already gotten an eyeful. Her mouth was dry and her hands were trembling which was terrible for suturing. She forced herself to focus, stitch in, stitch out. After a bit, she’d finished, tying it of and bandaging over it. Her fingers were covered in her sister’s blood as she sat back, panting, looking up at Amanda, whose hands fell to her sides, exposing her chest.
The two sat in the quiet of the moment, heavy, labored breaths filling the air, making Lucy feel far hotter than she had any right being. A finger slipped off that chain-link fence.
Amanda’s hands were sweaty and clammy as the grabbed Lucy’s wrist. Her voice was hoarse and strained. “You’re all dirty,” she said, almost like she was in a daze.
“Y-yeah,” Lucy nodded. “Your blood.”
“My blood.”
A long pause, Lucy’s heart hammering away in her chest. “Should- should I go wash them, or-?”
Amanda shook her head slowly. “I got it.”
“What do you mean you got-?” Lucy’s body nearly caught fire as Amanda brought her hand to her lips, wrapping them around Lucy’s fingers. “A-ah-?! A-Amanda-?”
“Mmf,” she said, opening her eyes and gazing at Lucy sharply. It pinned her in place, making her squirm as Amanda’s mouth worked down to the knuckle, tongue lolling over her fingers, licking every inch of her own blood off of her younger sister’s hands. She was so hard it hurt. Her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t see straight. Amanda was holding her still with her hands and her stare and her soft, soft plush lips, and she was angled toward her now and fuck her breasts were so big and looked so nice…
She released Lucy’s fingers with a pant, tongue hanging out, painted a darker red from her own fluids. “Lucy,” she panted, looking up into her younger sister’s eyes with a hunger. Another finger slipped away, the bridge getting further away.
Amanda’s hands released Lucy’s wrist but grabbed her shirt, pulling her in close. She didn’t do anything, just held her there, staring into her eyes, her breath hitching and hiccupping as she held her still, unsure of what to do. It was like a dog with a squirrel – always chasing, but when it finally got its jaws around the thing, it wasn’t sure what it actually wanted in the first place. What did Amanda want? What did Lucy want?
There were two directions Lucy could’ve moved, and the one she chose bumped her nose to her sister’s, admission, compliance, consent. Amanda’s lips crushed against Lucy’s own, swallowing her, tongue filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood as the larger girl climbed atop her, bare chest pressed to Lucy’s, pawing at her desperately as they embraced. She held her for a long while, allowing Amanda to take the lead as usual, before they finally broke the kiss, panting and messy.
“Fuck,” Amanda growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. God I have missed you, I-” She shivered, her voice a rough whisper. “There’s so little trans porn, and none with their cis sisters and none like you know I like.” She did. She shivered. “I had to just imagine it, and I tried so hard to stop, Lucy, I promise I tried to stop.” Her voice was breaking now. Lucy just shushed her, gently rubbing her arms comfortingly. “I promise. I didn’t… I don’t want…? But fuck I can’t keep myself away from you anymore. I need you so bad, Lucy, I’m dripping and it hurts and I need you…”
Lucy was bright red from head to toe, and she nodded, shrugging off her jacket and gently tugging her shirt off. She hadn’t been on estrogen for very long, and her chest was mostly flat, especially compared to her sister’s, but pressing them together felt so good, if a little sore. Skin on skin, both flushed with embarrassment and need, identical patterns from identical genetics.
“Oh my god,” Amanda whined, a soft, keening sound. “Don’t leave again.”
“I won’t,” Lucy whispered. “They can’t… take you away anymore.”
Amanda laughed, then laughed harder, a little manic at the realization, clinging to her sister as she kissed and bit up her neck needily. “I missed you, little sister,” she growled in her ear, nipping her earlobe as her hands reached down to grab Lucy’s ass, kneading through her jeans. “Oh my god I missed you…”
“Amanda,” Lucy whined, arching her back and pushing into the touch. Fuck. Fuck. She was barely clinging to reason anymore, the gravity of the thing pulling her down hard. Small town. A small town with their parents. They’d have to play it cool in public, or… fuck, or what? It wasn’t illegal. If anything, they could probably get their parents charged with gross negligence, or the gaping wound on Amanda’s side. Lucy’s own laugh tittered out of her lips as her brain roiled.
Amanda had slipped her hands into Lucy’s jeans now, groping her ass with a hunger, fingers teasing down and down. “Need you,” she said, voice a low rumble in her chest. “Need you, baby girl.”
“O-okay,” Lucy nodded. She pulled back just a touch, enough to shimmy out of her jeans and her panties (Amanda cooing “sooo fucking cute…”) and lying back on Amanda’s bed, naked and blushing, covering her chest.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” Amanda hummed, leaning in to kiss her stomach, her thighs, her cock, twitching and leaking and straining as Lucy whimpered. “Mm, yeah?”
“Amandaaaa…” Lucy whimpered, nearly crying.
“I know, I know, shhh.” She kissed down her thigh, lower, Lucy’s legs arching a bit, raising up, so that Amanda could get beneath her and-
“O-oh, fuck,” she whined, grabbing Amanda’s hair. She had to twist her hips a bit, leaning back, arching and maneuvering but once she got it, holy fuck, Amanda was divine. Her tongue moved expertly, slow and shallow, then deep and firm, teasing Lucy open and moaning into her with a warm groan, her fingers wrapping around the girl’s shaft to stroke her slowly. “A-aah…! Oh my god, fuck…!”
She was relentless. She was perfect. She was exactly how Lucy remembered. Her brain was fading fast, all of the impropriety melting away, everything starting to spiral inward. Her fingers reached down, gripping Amanda’s hair and bucking into her with a whimper as Amanda hummed and almost purred beneath her.
After what seemed like an eternity of brain-melting ministrations, Amanda pulled back, grinning and slinking off the bed. “Sit up.” Lucy did as commanded, sitting up, cock throbbing, her body feeling warm and melty. There was a sound of Velcro and she glanced over, feeling the blush in her face intensify at the sight of Amanda dribbling lube down the silicone cock positioned at her waist.
“O-oh…!”
“We never got to,” Amanda smiled. “Now we have all the time in the world.” She ran her fingers along the translucent, bright blue shaft like she’d been born with it, climbing onto the bed and flopping onto her back.
“Y-you’re… not going to-?”
“Oh no,” Amanda laughed. “I’ve done enough. I want to see you do it. I want you to show me you want it.”
Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it roaring in her ears. She shimmied over to Amanda, straddling her legs and moving up slowly, resting her ass against Amanda’s shaft, grinding down into it and shuddering. This was the edge of the pit. This was the last remaining grip on her sanity, the bridge was below. She could still leave. There was still time. Amanda loved her, more than anyone in the entire world, if she said she wasn’t ready, didn’t want this, she’d still love her. They’d be able to repair it. They could go back to the way they were before.
She reached beneath her, sweat running down her forehead as she grabbed the cock, pushing it up against her hole with a whimper.
“That’s it,” Amanda growled. “That’s my good girl.”
Her brain was popping with hot melty static as she ground down against it. She slid along it for a few long moments until finally her body relented, relaxing enough that she was able to move back against it. She threw herself from the bridge.
If being anchored to the fence, terrified to move, was what her life could be otherwise, she didn’t want it.
She cried out as she sank down onto Amanda’s cock, the girl shushing her and cooing, cupping her face and kissing her all over. “Good girl, good girl,” Amanda whispered. “You’re doing amazing for me, sweetie. You’re so good. I love you, Lucy. I love you so much, my darling sister, my Lucretia. You’re my good girl.”
Lucy was nearly crying at the sudden, intense pressure and the feeling of losing herself, her identity crumpling to pieces in her chest as she drew in a sharp, shuddering gasp. Her hands groped blindly, finding Amanda’s and threading their fingers as she started to move, slowly bouncing along the strap as it filled her more than she’d ever been filled by anything in her life.
“You look so pretty,” Amanda assured her. “My precious girl. You’re such a beautiful girl, Lucy. So fucking precious.”
“A-aah-ahhnn…!” she managed, unable to form words other than strangled cries as Amanda held her tight, letting her bounce at her own pace, slowly picking up speed as she got bolder, wanting more, wanting deeper, wanting to feel Amanda inside of her.
When it started bumping against her prostate, she nearly shrieked, her body filled with hot electricity racing up her spine, squeezing so tight she felt like she’d break Amanda’s fingers, but her older sister just held her calmly, shushing her, bucking up into her and brushing against that spot, again and again, and when Lucy started to twitch and whined, her fingers found Lucy’s waist, grabbing tight and starting to ram into the sensitive spot, milking out screams and whines as she collapsed to Amanda’s chest.
Her cock twitched as she came without touching herself, only Amanda’s cock smashing into her prostate over and over pushing her over the edge. Her entire body was twitching and spasming as she shrieked and gasped and yelped and whimpered, trying to babble out words but none of them managed to find their ways to her lips. She whined and Amanda chuckled, slowly pulling out of her and gently running her fingers over her younger sister’s body.
“You’re so perfect,” she assured her. “So, so, so perfect, Lucy. You’re amazing.”
“Nnhh… A-Amanda…”
“Yeah, baby. I’m here. I’m right here.” She wrapped herself around Lucy. “No one’s taking me away again.” Lucy clung to her weakly, nodding.
Her life was over. Every shred of it thrown into the yard, caught in the wind, burning to cinders under their parents rage. The boy she was was dead, now. But for the first time in her life, Lucretia realized she was ready to live.
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"mom, if you wanna make out you just have to ask."
I don't think your safe word is "ghlk ghlk ghlk" but your throat feels too good to pullout now so just try and stay conscious, it's cuter when you put up a fight <3
Big sis dressing her little sis up in cute clothes and taking her out because little sis is too scared to girl mode in public. Big sis unable to contain herself starts kissing and marking her little sister so everyone knows who little sis belongs to.
Daughter crawling into mom’s bed and snuggling up to her after a nightmare, daughter’s pov ♡
You didn’t realize mom was sleeping naked when you did this, or you wouldn’t have gotten into her bed. You wouldn’t have gotten so close to her. You wouldn’t be… feeling your mom’s breasts against your face. Hearing her breathe softly. God, she smells so good. Her skin is so soft. You can’t help it, you start to get hard. That’s normal, right? I mean, her boobs are in your face.
You start to get up, but she pulls you closer, mumbling out, “Mmm, mommy’s girl, it’s okay. Stay for a while.” You’re pressed up completely against her naked body now. Oh god, she’s going to feel that your dick is hard. You try to turn away so you’re at least not facing her, but she doesn’t let you. She holds you close. Her breasts still in your face, your bulge now pressed up against her thigh. You think, she’s asleep, hopefully she doesn’t notice.
It’s quiet, the only sounds you can hear are your mom’s breathing and her heartbeat. Your hands start to get sweaty and your underwear start to feel even more tight than before. You try again to shift your hips away, but she stops you and puts her hand on your bulge. Oh god, she knows. You start to feel so ashamed and disgusted with yourself, but she shushes you and pets your hair with her other hand. “It’s okay baby, mommy’s here to take care of you.”
She starts to palm your bulge through your underwear. A soft “Please,” leaves your lips before you have even a second to think about what you’re saying. What are you saying? This is your mom! You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be doing this. But her touch feels so good. And she wouldn’t be doing it to you if it weren’t okay. Right?
She puts her hand down your underwear and grabs your hard, leaky cock. Fuck, it feels so good. You buck your hips, and start fucking into her hand, “That’s it, good job baby.” You feel yourself getting close, you’re so close.
She pulls her hand away. You whine at the loss of her touch.
Why did she stop?
She pulls away from you completely. Oh god, she must have realized what we were doing and came to her senses, you think. You close your eyes tight, afraid to look at her. You gasp when you feel her hands on you again, pulling your cock out of your underwear.
“It’s okay, mommy’s got you, remember?” You look down right as she starts to take you into her mouth.
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