incestuous jaybird 🤍

19 | trans | and they were siblings

[mcabre-cadavre]

big sister who climbs in your bed every night. she doesn't even bother pulling your pants down all the way, just enough to get to your dick. one or two pumps with her hand to get you just hard enough for her to slip it in. who cares if you wake up? if she's in a bad mood she just slaps your face when you protest, if she's feeling nice she might lean forward and put her nipple in your mouth to shut you up. after all, if you really didn't want this you wouldn't be so fucking hard would you? yeah no, you're a fucking liar who wants to fill your sister's cunt with cum night after night, over and over. who cares that you came? you're not done until she's satisfied, three, four, five times, as long as it takes. and when she's done with your dick she's going to sit on your face and have you lick all that cum out her pussy. unless you want her to get pregnant. that's what you actually want, isn't it you nasty fucking pervert? that's why you absolutely flooded your sister's pussy with cum, you wanted to breed her didn't you? no? well then prove it, lick every fucking drop. there you go. ugh, stop fucking crying. if you wanted this to stop you should've changed your locks again

Holy fuuuuuuck this is good....

I don't know how to feel about how efficient my big sister is about getting me hard. When she first started doing this to me, she went all out with the foreplay. Teasing me, groping me, kissing me, sucking me. She must've really wanted to make me feel owned by her. Now, she's done this so often that she barely even tries. I guess she's made her point. In some ways it's better. It goes faster at the very least. But for some reason I miss that beginning. I felt more... loved? Desired? Or maybe you're just a disgusting pervert who wants to feel your sister even more?

That aside, I've been really worried this past week. I finally refused to eat her out. I was just too exhausted to put in the effort. She tried to do the usual "oh what if I get pregnant" spiel, but I found out recently that you can't just scoop the cum out to avoid pregnancy. So I refused, figuring that she probably used birth control and never really intended to get pregnant anyway. But recently she's been really nice. Like. Way too nice. During our usual "bonding" sessions she never hits me, and will only take one or two loads before leaving. Hell, yesterday she didn't even rape me. She just climbed in, wrapped her arms around my waist, and started whispering into my ear about how much she loves me. How she's sorry about being so mean. How she's gonna make it up to me, she promises. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I gave her exactly what she wanted. I'm afraid that soon she'll have proof of our "love" for the whole world to see. I'm afraid that this new phase of our relationship will be permanent. You're afraid that you love her back.

[matt-sarme]

Swole sister who helps you shampoo by standing behind you, arms caging you in, fingers working through your hair with absolute gentleness

But the second you lean back into her, she drops one hand to grip your throat, just enough to tilt your head so she can kiss you fiercely

She crowds you against the tiles, her broad shoulders blocking half the light, water streaming down her traps and over the swell of her pecs

Hands braced on either side of your head, voice low over the hiss of water, makes you blush with one whisper

You're not getting out clean anytime soon

[eternalsungirl]

interacting with anti-consang or nuance-consang arguments is ALWAYS:

[sorrysisxxx]

big sister who chastises you for being a failure of a gifted child when her cock is bruising your throat

"mom expected so much more out of you, we all did. and now all you're good for is sucking cock."

"you know when you told us all you were trans we thought you'd get your shit together once you figured out who you are but all we ended up with was a fag who cries when they masturbate"

[ghostsisterkiss]

god, you have such a crush on her. she's one of your closest friends, one you've known since you met online years ago. back then you were both so young. she's older than you, a little concerningly so to most, but the two of you and all of your other friends don't really mind.

at first, all of your feelings were just platonic. then you started seeing her differently. she was so kind to you, nicer than almost anyone else you talked to. she's also really smart, she's always saying such interesting things. you could listen to her talk for hours. and oh my lord is she beautiful. maybe not everyone would see it, but in your eyes? she's one of the prettiest girls you've ever met. you text her in your friend group every day and you never get tired of it. you never stop thinking about her. honestly, you'd die for her.

then one day she's on a call with her girlfriend (unfortunate for you that she has one, but that hasn't stopped your feelings), maybe two or three other friends. and, although you're really shy as hell, you decide to join just for her. she's really happy to see you there. it makes you feel warm inside. as you're watching her play whatever game she's playing, hearing her voice going on and on, you start falling into a trance fantasizing about her. thinking about how much you've fallen in love with her. eventually the other friends leave, they have other stuff to do. now it's just the two of you.

she makes another joke, laughs again, takes a sip of her drink and keeps playing her game. you're barely able to focus on what she's actually doing. all you can think about is what you wish you could be doing with her.

slowly but surely you can't take it anymore. reaching into your pants, you start stroking your girldick to the thought of her. wishing she was the one stroking you, wishing you could be making out with her and listening to her praise you. you turned your mic off, there's no way she'll know... right?

you jerk off faster and faster. how amazing would her mouth feel? how many far would she go in public before stopping? what if she used you as stress relief? the thoughts are rushing through your head, you're blushing immensely. tiny adorable whimpers coming out of you every few seconds, just barely audible. she's still playing and talking like nothing is happening. why is she so pretty? why is she so perfect in every way?! why can't you just be with her?!?!

then you moan her name. it's still quiet, but you're getting louder and louder. you're getting closer, too. you wish more than anything that she could help handle your "little" problem. you imagine grabbing her head, pushing it down onto your gock, and pumping your warm load into her perfect mouth. fuck, you're getting so close. she's older than you. if only she was your mom, your real one is never understood you. she'd take such good care of you. she'd be perfect.

you close your eyes, lost in the pleasure, lost in the trance of being in love with her. lost in the desire of being with her forever, in every way and form. you moan and whimper much louder now, finally starting to reach your climax. it's so intense, it's not the first time you've came thinking of her. no, one of many. but you've never done it on a call with her. never so close, so personal. god, you love how her name feels escaping your heart through your words of pleasure. you love yelling out for mommy, begging for her to take care of you. you nearly pass out from how amazing finishing with her feels. you love her so much.

"Hey, uh... You good there, (name)?"

oh shit. you never really muted your mic, did you? she heard all of that. all of your cute moans. all the parts where you moaned her name. even the times when you called her mommy. what are you gonna say..?

"I, uhh, uhm-uh... Uhhh... @///@"

"Hey, it's ok. You're ok. You can do that whenever you want, ok?"

"whuh... hhuh..? Ơ_Ơ"

"Whatever makes my 'daughter' happy, hehe..! ^u^"

...

3 years later, you're in her bed, getting spitroasted by her and her girlfriend. moaning out loud with nothing to hide, thanking your beautiful new moms for taking care of you. she laughs, and calls you a good girl, then she kisses her girlfriend and goes deeper inside of you. she's your mommy, and your girlfriend, and she's perfect. and god, even now, you have such a crush on her. <3

[mildly-obsessed-with-milfs]

btw it should go without saying but i’m completely fine with people who want to fuck their bio moms and in fact it’s really really really hot and you should dm me about it at the soonest opportunity

[mildly-obsessed-with-milfs]

btw it should go without saying but i’m completely fine with people who want to fuck their bio moms and in fact it’s really really really hot and you should dm me about it at the soonest opportunity

[doggygutz]

I LOVE BEING MOLESTED BY MY MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[in-the-lilac-vines]

Didn't realize Queen Deltarune was so cool

[needyboyei]

Anyone else?

[guerrillatactics]

“You and your brother are so close!”

Thanks. I’ve been inside him.

[five-crows-sharing-a-laptop]

I love being polyamorous and a pervert because I get to say things like, “No no, I married my dog, my daughter’s the one I flirt with online every day”

[five-crows-sharing-a-laptop]

Someone in the comments told me to kill myself for this post. From their kink side blog.

I won’t, of course, because who would take care of my dog and raise my daughter?

[princestpearl]

Daily little sister affirmations

I'm so rapeable

My big sister wants to rape me

I give good panty shots

I'm being so good leaving my bedroom door unlocked

I will get raped by my big sister

I'm literally asking for it

[momkisser19]

recently i got my progesterone dose doubled and my mom knew (because she comes with me still sometimes >_<) and uh after a little my boobs we’re starting to get a little bigger and my mom said something like “i think the progesterone is helping your boobs look good! it’s ok for me to say that because i’m your mom right?” genuinely she said that to me omfg the last part like word for word i remember so well gfghfhhhh need so bad >_<

[tranceykitten]

Woke little sister, flushed and in between heavy breaths: "we should be doing this. It's perfectly fine. Incest taboos are based in eugenics."

[obscenebutch]

Alright now that anon asks are on, I’m just gonna repeat what I said last time

I wish I was 8 years old with a 32 inch gock and fucking women two, three, four times my age

the world would be a better place if this were real and also more common. im nodding wisely and also stuffing my hand into my pants

[evilgirlmechanicock]

Roommates

TW: Mom/daughter incest, intox, mommy kink

Kate stumbled out to her car, pushing herself into the driver’s seat and slumping behind the wheel. She was so tired she couldn’t even bring herself to cry. She just stared ahead, blankly, letting the day wash over her. Hot tears stung her cheeks before she could process, gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckle grip, breath coming in hot, quick bursts.

By the time she arrived at home, her throat was hoarse from screaming, hands sore from beating her steering wheel at any stop, and her entire body just felt… drained. She made her way up to the apartment door, fiddling with keys before the door swung open.

“Ah- hey, sweetie,” Kate sighed. The taller woman in the doorway stepped to the side, letting Kate past as she slumped onto the couch, sighing and throwing her purse aside, rubbing at her face. The dark-haired woman dutifully took her purse, hanging it up on the hook beside the door, sitting on the couch opposite her, lounging and looking far more relaxed.

“Bad day?”

Kate opened her eyes, looking across the room at her. She’d gotten so much older. When did that happen? Her daughter, Raven, had always been a little off-kilter. Kate supposed it was her fault, really. Her father had stepped out before she was old enough to form words, leaving Kate at 16 to raise their child on her own. Quiet and brooding throughout middle and high school, she’d worried she’d done something to damage her socialization skills, that not having a father would be bad for her “son”, but, no, after high school Raven informed her of what exactly had been on her mind.

She’d blossomed quickly, both physically and socially. Her hair had always been blonder than Kate’s, closer to her father’s, and so she routinely dyed it black, a wolf cut that hid her eyes, but… it suited her. Growing up on the fringes, poor as they’d been despite Kate’s best efforts, she’d fallen in with a more… dicey crowd. They were all sweet, though, often offering Kate whatever they were smoking and whispering (when they thought Kate couldn’t hear) that she was a catch, which was endearing. She’d never thought she’d be a “milf”.

 “Yeah, sorry,” Kate sighed, sinking a little further into the couch. “It’s… nothing to worry yourself about.”

Raven frowned, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms. “I’m not just going to not ask. You look like a wreck.”

Kate winced at that. She’d always tried to look strong, to be good enough to be both parents, but… “I know,” she said softly, rubbing at her arm. “It was… not great.”

“Talk about it. I’m here.”

“Honey, I don’t want to vent-?”

“I pay half the rent at this point,” Raven shrugged, falling into a more nonchalant stance, hands behind her head. “Talk to me like I’m a roommate.”

She chewed her lip anxiously. “I…” She sighed, shaking her head softly. “It was Mark again.”

“Fucking Mark- really? Again? That was the asshole that harassed you last week, too.”

“It… yeah.” She huffed, letting her head fall back. “A customer started saying gross stuff to me, and when I went to get a manager, Mark just took his side and they joked and…”

“You should call fucking HR! Your manager talking about you like that should be fucking illegal, but at the very least you should get him fired.”

“If I try, he might fire me,” Kate grimaced, looking away, cheeks burning a bit with shame. “I know it’s awful, but I just have to… deal with it.”

Raven huffed, standing and looking like she was about to throw something, fists balled at her side, before she finally sighed, slumping. “Want to order pizza or something? I’ll pay.”

She wanted to protest, offer to throw something at the food, but she just weakly nodded, Raven already pulling out her phone to make the order. Kate felt… a little humiliated, but a little grateful, too. She knew that at nearly thirty, Raven wasn’t a child anymore. She can’t treat her like one or expect her to still be her little girl anymore. She had a big girl job, bringing in half the rent, it made sense for her to take care of things sometimes. Kate didn’t have to be the strong one all the time. Even though it hurt.

“Alright, got your usual,” Raven smiled, leaning against the wall next to the couch. “You ought to go take a shower, get in some comfy clothes or something. We’ll just have a nice couch night.”

Kate laughed softly, feeling her cheeks dust pink. “When did you get so doting? Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”

“Come on, daughters give their mom like, foot rubs or massages or whatever. Plus we never got the chance to have girls nights growing up, so we can make up for it now, yeah?”

She felt that little prickle of shame up her neck, that she should’ve known, that she should’ve done better- she shoved it down, giving a lopsided smile and nodding, standing up off the couch and nearly falling over if not for Raven reaching over and stabilizing her.

“Yeesh, careful in the shower if you’re falling all over the place,” Raven laughed, and Kate felt herself go even more red. “Go on, I’ll handle the food and stuff. Just relax.”

She grumbled but complied, off to her room to grab comfy sweatpants and a big t-shirt, then to the shower to wash off the sweat and shame from the day. It did feel nice… especially knowing Raven was taking care of everything else. Not having to be the only one supporting the two of them was nice.

Raven had always wanted to help. She learned to cook at an early age, did a lot of the cleaning. It made Kate feel like a shit mom, but… it was helpful. It kept her from snapping on more than one occasion. They kept a bit of distance as Raven grew up, but after her coming out that distance closed, slowly but surely.

The hot water was exactly what she needed. Nearly scalding, scrubbing away all of the disgusting thoughts from the day, looking forward to a nice, easy night in. It was the beginning of a rare three-day weekend for her, and she could just sleep in tomorrow morning after stuffing herself with pizza and watching some TV. This was good. No reason to feel guilty.

She put her hair up in a towel as she left the bathroom, pausing in the hallway as Raven held out a glass.

“Wine?” she smiled, accepting it gratefully.

“Relaxing night in,” Raven replied, raising her own half-filled glass of red wine and taking a sip. “We’re unwinding. C’mon, pizza’s gonna get cold.”

Kate smiled, following her to the couch, sitting cross legged and accepting her pizza, eating slowly as Raven flipped through channels.

“It kind of feels like a sleepover,” Kate chuckled quietly. “I never went to very many in high school, but… pizza and TV. We going to talk about boys next?”

Raven barked out a harsh laugh, flashing her a toothy smile. “If I swung that way, maybe.”

Right, shit. Kate laughed back, hoping to laugh it off and move past it. Raven was content to drop it, turning her attention back to the TV as Kate took a longer drink of wine. “Where’d you even get this wine?” Kate frowned. “I haven’t bought any.”

“I got some last time I was out,” she shrugged. “I keep some in my room sometimes.”

Kate’s jaw dropped. “Raven!”

“What? I’m twenty-nine, I can drink whenever I want. I’m not a kid.”

“I- I know! I just… it’s…?”

“I can start keeping it in the kitchen?” she asked, giving an appeasing smile. “Would that help, mom?”

A strange feeling curled in her gut but she nodded, relaxing back against the couch. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”

“Sure.”

They both took another drink, eyes glued to the TV. Why was she feeling so weird? She shook it off, finishing her glass and pouring herself half of another, nursing it close. Things were fine. She was having a nice, relaxing night in, and it was going to be good.

As Raven flipped through, she paused for just half a second on some live action show, two girls up in each other’s faces, and it looked heated.  

“There’s so much more of that now,” Kate mused, a little drunk, words coming somewhat unbidden.

“Mm? More of what?”

“You know. Girls…?”

“With other girls?”

“Yeah, that,” Kate mumbled, taking another long drink.

“I’m sure there were dykes on TV when you were growing up. Didn’t you have like, Xena and Buffy and shit?”

“Well… okay, yes, but…?” She hummed, gently drawing her finger around the rim of her glass. “It was… different. It wasn’t as popular.” The words poured from her lips before she knew she was saying them. “Honestly, if I’d had the kinds of shows you do now when I was growing up, I would’ve been more into women.”

Raven’s head swung over, eyes fixed on Kate. “Oh yeah?”

“I mean girls are pretty,” she shrugged. “I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I can appreciate how pretty girls are.”

Raven pressed. “How so?”

“Well… I mean, shows where they kiss are nice. Girls are shaped a lot more attractive than boys. Lips and… hips and all that.”

Raven snorted. “Oh, yeah?”

“What?” she huffed, setting her wine aside to put her hands on her hips. “Am I wrong?”

“No, no. Just, it sounds like you like girls.”

“I-! I appreciate them aesthetically. I like boys, you know that.”

“You are aware you can like both, right?”

She opened her mouth and it snapped shut, almost against her own will. She wanted to protest, but memories she hadn’t realized were still in her brain began to resurface. Playing in the yard with a friend, her mother telling her not to get too close. Wanting to join the soccer team and having her father tell her “she’s not a fucking dyke” and forcing her to be in choir instead. She shrank into the couch a little, grabbing her wine back up and finishing the second half glass, before reaching for the bottle again.

“You alright there?”

“Mm-? Oh, I’m… fine,” Kate laughed, waving a hand. “Are you going to find something to watch?”

“That movie we just passed does have good reviews,” she said, turning it back to the one with the girls. “It did super well in theaters. The tension and all that.”

“What’s it about?”

She folded her legs up under her, sipping her wine as Raven began to ramble. She loved talking about movies and games. When Kate had grown up, she’d always wanted to talk about the stuff she’d learned, the things she’d read, and never had anyone to talk to about it. Despite the distance she’d had with Raven as she grew into her own, she always made sure to listen attentively to her interests. She’d heard about most of the Pokémon by now, and knew which shooter games were “the good ones” and which ones were "junk”.

“The wine is getting to you,” Raven laughed, Kate’s head snapping up.

“What? N-no it’s not,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “Is it not getting to you?”

“I’ve only had one,” Raven replied, swirling the wine in her glass. “You’re getting a little flushed.”

“Well… maybe it’s the movie,” she huffed, folding her arms.

“Oh yeah? So you’re blushing at the girls kissing on TV?”

Her head whipped over, seeing the girls panting into each other’s mouths and her face went brighter red. “Th-that-! Y-you don’t need to be watching this with your mother-!”

“Oh, c’mon,” she grinned, a little more devious and shit-eating than normal. “I said we’re roommates, right? And you were talking about gossip. So c’mon, they’re cute, right?”

Kate forced her eyes away from Raven and toward the TV, to the two onscreen. A waifish little redhead was melting into the arms of the larger brunette girl. Something about a werewolf, or some… curse or something. She was lifting the redhead up now, strong hands under her thighs, pinning her to the wall, pushing her body between her legs as she kissed down her neck, the redhead mewling and clawing at her back.

“I… y-yeah,” Kate muttered. “They are cute, yes.”

“See? You can totally like both.” Raven beamed, nonchalant as ever, and Kate just gave an awkward little nod. “Honestly that redhead is my type, if a little thin. I like a shortstack.”

Kate shifted nervously, unsure of where her attention should go – the very erotically charged scene on TV, or her daughter who was unabashedly watching them and talking about her taste in women.

“I think the bigger girl is more my style,” she shrugged, deciding to keep her eyes on the screen. “The way she lifts the little one is attractive.”

“Mm, yeah?”

“I’ve always gone for taller guys,” Kate shrugged, finishing her… fourth? glass of wine, and finally setting it aside. “I like being manhandled.”

Raven cackled. “There you go! Now that’s girl sleepover gossip.” She rubbed her chin. “Honestly, I’ve always liked doing the manhandling. Womanhandling? I like smaller girls. When I wasn’t out, I thought I was some meek little nerd but now that I’m on E and actually working out, god, it’s so hot. They just melt for you.”

Kate laughed, high-pitched and nervous. “Oh, I bet.”

“Yeah?”

“You do kind have the whole Xena thing going on,” Kate teased with a smile. “I bet girls love it.”

It took Raven a few seconds to respond before giving a low, breathy chuckle. “Oh, they definitely do. They’re like putty for me.”

“Gosh,” Kate sighed, leaning on her hand, watching the girls on TV laugh and finish up their adventure, pulling the movie to a close. “It does sound nice. Maybe I am also into women.”

“What sounds nice, Kate?”

“Mm, just… having a girl touch me, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly, playing with a strand of her hair. “That’s weird to say.”

“Not at all. Lots of girls like being touched by girls.”

She chewed her lip. “Well… I suppose. But that’s not…? I don’t know. I guess you’re right.” She moved to grab her glass and gasped as she bumped it instead, the empty glass falling to the carpet and cracking, but not shattering. “Oh, fuck-!”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Raven laughed, jumping up and grabbing it, moving to put it away along with the food. “I’ll put this away. Sit still for me.”

“Okay,” Kate nodded, obediently resting back in her seat. She didn’t register how long Raven stood there, staring, before rushing off to finish what she’d set out to do. It felt like no time until she returned, her head swimming as she looked up at the dark-haired woman.

“You’re very drunk,” she said, hand on her hip.

“I’m moderately tipsy,” she argued.

“Fine, tipsy, drunk, whatever. We ought to get you to bed.”

“It’s barely late,” Kate groaned, and Raven shot her a look.

“Up, now.”

She rose without thinking, groaning softly, accepting Raven’s arm around her waist, guiding her toward her bedroom. It was nice. Calming, so warm, brushing up under her t-shirt against the bare skin of her hip. Raven’s fingers were lightly calloused, both gentle in her grip and firm to keep her from falling over.

“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning into Raven. She could feel her swallow hard as she held her close, not responding, just leading her back to her room. She leaned against Raven’s chest with a humming sigh. She was so big, and warm, and muscular. Like the girl on TV… she was like the werewolf girl, so strong and so kind. “You’re so sweet,” she babbled. “So, so sweet to me.”

“You deserve it,” Raven replied, her voice low and warm, brushing over Kate’s face. “You deserve someone to be sweet to you, Kate.”

“I don’t,” she sighed, finally pulling away when they got to her room, throwing herself on the bed. “I’m… mmfh. I was a bad mom.”

“No you weren’t,” Raven frowned, sitting on the side of the bed. “Why would you think that?”

“I… I should’ve known, and helped you come out, and- and I… your father was gone, and we never had any money, and I couldn’t… get you the things you wanted… that trip- the one in high school? The one I couldn’t afford?”

“Hey, hey,” Raven shushed, cupping Kate’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her jawline softly. “It’s alright. You know what? I was happy to spend it here with you instead.”

Kate laughed, watery and desperate, surprised as she started to sniffle, rubbing her face. “That isn’t true and you know it!” she laughed. “You could’ve been… backpacking in Europe or whatever, and you were just here, and I was working and…?”

“And helping you is where I wanted to be,” Raven reassured her, both hands cupping her face now. Her eyes were so big and dark, so full of life and love. Surely she hadn’t gotten that from Kate? Was that what she looked like, reflected in those big, beautiful eyes?

She whimpered gently. “Why? I wouldn’t have wanted to spend that summer with my mom while my friends were off having fun.”

“Kate…” Raven sighed, closing her eyes tight, and Kate would’ve pouted if she didn’t bump their foreheads together softly, nose brushing hers, breath washing over Kate’s face. “I care about you a lot. I’ve watched you struggle your fucking ass off since that deadbeat left us. You never let anyone help, you never let anyone see you when you were struggling – no one but me. I saw every time you stumbled. I watched every time you struggled, and I wanted to do something so fucking bad. I’m so happy to help you, now.”

When she opened her eyes, it was like Kate could breathe again. Why were her eyes so intoxicating? Was Raven crying? She shouldn’t cry. She was too wonderful and beautiful to cry. What was she supposed to do? She saw a girl crying earlier… on TV…? What stopped her…?

She pushed forward, closing the very short gap, smashing her lips to Raven’s. The girl was still cupping her cheeks, her face close, and she didn’t move. She didn’t respond, didn’t react… Kate pulled away softly. Thank goodness. She wasn’t crying anymore. But she looked… concerned, and…?

“Oh, god,” Kate gasped, pulling back and away. Oh fuck. “I-? S-sweetie, I- I’m so, so sorry, I’m- I’m drunk, oh god, please, I didn’t mean-?”

Raven grabbed Kate’s wrist softly, her voice was cracking, her face filled with a number of complex emotions that Kate couldn’t begin to parse. “Can we do it again? Please?”

“R-Raven, honey…?”

“Please, Kate.” She was practically panting, face flushed. “Please, just a little. I won’t… I won’t tell, please, I… I need…”

Her hands moved from Kate’s, gently grabbing her waist under her shirt, calloused fingers digging into the skin needily as she squirmed. Her body was reacting far stronger than it should’ve, muscles tensing, cheeks and chest flushing red, thighs sticky.

“Raven,” Kate whined softly. “Raven, we… you’re m-?”

“Your roommate, remember?” she tried, grinning. “Maybe it’ll make things complicated, but if you want this… w-we can. We can, if we want.”

Her head was spinning. “Do you?”

“I…” Her fingers started to leave Kate’s sides, and Kate instinctively moved her hands to clamp down on them, keeping her firmly on her hips. She looked up from her hands to Raven’s wide, wild eyes. They must’ve been mirroring her own. She knew that now. The way her pupils were blown out with need, jaw hanging open just slightly, hot breath mingling with Kate’s own.

It was stupid. It was an incredibly stupid thing. But, fuck… her day had been so horrible. The things the men said about her at the store, the customer and her boss… and no one else was kind to her like Raven. No one else took care of her. No one else got her wine and pizza and held her so close like she needed her to breathe.

Kate was so, so tired… tired of being strong, tired of being an adult, tired of being treated like dirt. Raven wanted to treat her like a princess. She could really, really use that.

“Okay,” she whispered. She could practically feel the veil of tension around them shatter as she did. Cracks forming in the air, and through them, not her daughter, but Raven, a woman closer to her age than she had any right to be, beautiful and strong and wanted her. “Okay, just… I’ve… never…?”

“With a girl, yeah,” Raven laughed, husky and breathless. “I’ll be gentle, Kate. Don’t worry.”

The statement alone made her go bright red, but Raven pushing her into a firm, steady kiss sent her up and over what she’d expected. Those warm hands ran up her sides, blunted nails brushing against sensitive skin, and when Raven reacted to a kiss she fucking reacted. She was grunting and moaning, lips hot and wet against Kate’s own, her tongue occasionally prodding questioningly until Kate’s lips parted to accept it and holy fuck she tasted so good, so hot, so forward.

She let her arms fall around Raven’s shoulders, pulling her in close as the dark-haired girl groaned, grabbing her tight around the waist and pulling Kate into her lap, chests pressed together through thin fabric. As she settled in, she felt Raven through her sweatpants and oh god, she hadn’t thought about that any more than something in passing before. She pushed her tongue weakly against Raven’s, and was rewarded with the feeling of a hot, warm twitching between her legs and she shivered hard, melting into her.

Raven just held her, close and safe, kissing her hard and exploring her sides with her hands, mapping out every little inch like she was some precious work of art. All the men she’d ever been with had made her feel wanted, but never cherished, not like this. Raven touched her like she was lucky to be with her, not out of obligation. She was a reward. Kate could feel herself panting and moaning into her daughter’s mouth, her hips bucking hard at the realization and use of the word. Deep in her brain, she chastised herself for being a pervert, but the second Raven’s hands moved to her chest, it all melted away.

She sounded like such a slut. Like that girl in the movie, as Raven massaged and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, she mewled and whined and crumpled against her chest, taking heaving, gasping breaths and grinding down hard. Raven’s mouth moved to Kate’s neck, kissing and biting softly, sharp enough that Kate knew she was leaving little marks all up and down the soft flesh.

“Raven,” she whined, tangling her fingers in her hair.

“How is it?” Raven growled in her ear, giving the lobe a little nibble.

“G-good, feels… really good…”

“Yeah… that’s a good girl…”

Kate cried out at that, clinging and whining and arching her back softly, blushing as she hid her face in Raven’s neck.

“Ohh? Listen to that. You like when I call you a good girl, baby?”

“Nnh…!! W-wait, that’s…”

“You work so hard, sweetheart…” Kate blinked in surprise, feeling Raven growling against her neck in a way that was almost a purr. Her fingers were on Kate’s back now, clawing little lines down it in a soft, tender way as she planted warm, loving little kisses up her jaw. “You’re so good for me. You’re wonderful, Kate. You’re such a good girl…”

“Nngh… aahh… y-yeah…” she blushed, hiding deeper and nipping at Raven’s neck softly, exploratory. “Th-thank you…”

“Go on and say it, baby.”

“I…!”

“If you do, I’ll give you more.” She accentuated her point by grabbing Kate’s hips, grinding her down against her, drawing a whimper from Kate as she realized she’d nearly soaked through her sweatpants.

“I… I-I, I don’t…?”

“Say you’re a good girl, Kate.”

She whined, closing her eyes tight. “I’m… a good… girl…”

Kate cried out and gasped as Raven grabbed her, throwing her up the bed and climbing over her, shucking her t-shirt off with one swift movement and tugging her pants down with the next, kissing wetly over her chest as she squirmed and groaned.

“God damn you’re so gorgeous,” Raven whispered as she ran her tongue over Kate’s nipple, her dark eyes darting up to meet Kate’s. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Th-that’s not true-!” she gasped, moving to push Raven’s head away but finding herself tangling her fingers in her hair, tugging her closer, more encouraging. “I… I’ve seen the girls you talk to, and… some of the ones you bring by…”

Raven laughed, a warm, rough sound that tickled Kate’s stomach. “None of those have anything on you. I promise. My good girl.”

She whined at that, legs kicking involuntarily before Raven grabbed one, thumb digging into the tender flesh of her thigh as she moaned, louder than before, rolling her head back. Raven hummed at that, moving both hands to her thighs, slowly massaging her thighs as she whimpered and cried out hard, thrashing.

“Nnhh! R-Raven, it’s…!”

“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”

“I-it… hurts good…”

“Atta girl. You’re so responsive for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”

She was losing her mind. She felt like she was going insane. This… wasn’t right. Kate’s daughter moved down her chest to her stomach, giving moaning kisses and wanton licks as she grinned up at her, moving down and down. Raven, who Kate had given birth to, was licking and sucking and biting Kate’s thighs now, growling to herself, her own hips rocking further down, grinding needily against the bed. Oh god. She was about to-

“Ask for it,” Raven demanded, looking up at her. Her breath was hot against Kate’s dripping sex, so fucking close, so close she could nearly feel it, but… not touching. Not yet. Not unless Kate asked her daughter to eat her out. Jesus.

“I…? I-I’m…”

Raven’s lust-clouded eyes cleared just a bit and she pulled back. “Hey. It’s okay, Kate. If you’re not ready for this, I underst-”

“Please,” Kate whispered, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it. “Please please please please please.”

Raven paused, then laughed hard, and while Kate couldn’t see from behind the pillow, she felt her tongue slowly lap along her slit before swearing and pushing into her. Kate cried out hard, legs wrapping around Raven and digging her heels into her back, giving her the leverage to fuck up against her daughter’s face as Raven hummed happily. One of her hands held Kate’s hips, the other moved up to slowly rub circles over her thumb as she growled and moaned against her mother’s cunt, lapping at her like she was the first drink in the desert.

No one had ever touched her like this. Men had fucked her, sure, used their fingers and their cocks, but it was always methodical, mechanical, in and out and done. She’d… she wasn’t proud, but she’d done some sex work to keep Raven in school. Sometimes she’d met men at their houses, sometimes they came over while Raven was away, but it always felt disgusting and obligatory. This was neither.

Despite the fact that Raven was her flesh and blood daughter, it felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She felt more love and care with each long, moaning lick than with all the men she’d been with put together. Every circle of her clit – which was the first time someone other than Kate had touched it! – was pushing her toward her own pleasure, not Raven’s. She could cry- she was crying now, sobbing with need, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she abandoned the pillow, no longer trying to hide. She wanted to hold Raven’s hair, push her down, feel her inside her, fuck, she NEEDED her so BADLY.

Raven looked up with the most love Kate had ever seen in anyone’s eyes, and she wished she could kiss her. She wished she could be kissing her at the same time Raven ate her needy cunt, but they both wanted to stay right here, right now, maybe forever. Something inside of Kate was crumbling, very, very slowly. That need to be the strong one, the caretaker, the one administering love and never receiving it, was slowly being replaced with something new, and a little scary.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” It was the one time Raven lifted off of her, and only for a second, Kate nodding hard and babbling out promises before Raven returned to her job, humming and working her expertly. It took a while, honestly. Kate wasn’t sure how long they were there, but time seemed to stretch and dilate as she rolled her hips, fucking Raven’s face, her pussy almost sore from the attention when the strain in her body started to reach a fever pitch, her core tightening.

“R-Raven, I’m close, I’m close…” she whispered. The dark-haired girl smiled, nodding, and slowly slipped a finger into Kate, working her in and out as Kate whimpered and squirmed, twisting the sheets in her hands hard. Raven’s finger brushed against a spot Kate had never touched in her life, and she started to see stars, gasping and bucking and sweating, and then Raven added a second finger and Kate screamed, fully and truly, not giving a damn if anyone in the other apartments heard, tightening around Raven’s fingers and clenching in waves that rippled through her entire body, darkening and brightening her vision in equal measure.

Finally she gasped, collapsing to the bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was so out of it, so dizzy, that she hadn’t realized Raven had stepped away until she was back with a big glass of water. Her shirt was off now and Kate could see the long happy trail leading down into her pants, as well as how heavy her bare breasts were. Was that hormones? God they had done a number on her. Raven was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen.

Kate accepted the water, drinking it down eagerly and panting, the liquid cooling down her body as she hummed happily. As soon as Raven set it aside, Kate pulled her down toward her, locking her into a firm kiss as she moaned, Raven chuckling against her mouth.

They kissed for a while before Raven broke away, smiling and stretching.

“I ought to let you get to bed,” she sighed, scratching her neck. “You’re still probably pretty drunk.”

“What are you talking about?” Kate frowned, meeting Raven’s eyes.

“Huh?”

She put on a performative pout. “You’re just going to tease me and leave? After all that grinding?” She leaned forward toward Raven, putting on a sultry voice she hadn’t used since high school: “You’re not even going to fuck me, Raven?”

It earned her another throw onto the bed with a satisfied and surprised squeak, Raven grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She grabbed the water, downing the rest of it as she dropped her pants and holy fucking shit. Kate had read about estrogen and she hormones made things shrink. Was Raven bigger than this before hormones?

“Look at you, slack-jawed and needy,” Raven grinned, looming over her. “What a little slut. You want this cock so bad, don’t you, pretty girl?”

The groan she let out was different from the one when Raven praised her for being a good girl. It was more guttural, more needy. “Please…? Your fingers and mouth felt so good, but I need…”

“You need to be filled,” Raven said, matter-of-factly, pulling Kate’s legs up to her chest and slowly grinding between her legs. God. When she slid between Kate’s thighs, it went halfway to her belly button and was so fucking thick. God. “Say it.”

“I need to be filled,” Kate said, quickly, obediently.

“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really, really bad,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fuck, I’m wet. You’re so big, Raven…”

The girl blushed dark red and laughed, rubbing her face. “I guess so. Maybe you’ve just been with a bunch of losers.”

Kate shook her head hard. “I’ve been with longer guys. You look… perfect.” She took a breath, forcing her eyes away from their legs up to Raven’s eyes. “Like you were built for me.”

Raven did not waste any more time bending her nearly in half, lining her cock up against Kate’s cunt, and slowly pushing in. Kate whined and gasped, clawing at the sheets and squirming until she found a comfortable spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips bucked, and she could already feel herself cumming before Raven was fully buried in her.

“God you’re such a slut,” she growled. “Maybe you were built for me. The perfect little cocksleeve.” Kate had never heard her be so vulgar. She just let out a strangled, whining cry as Raven pushed in deeper, harder, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. She picked up speed as she went, slowly beginning to piston into Kate with a rhythmic grunting. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you!! Fuck, thank you, oh god, thank you!”

“You sound so pretty… Keep talking while I fuck you…”

Her tongue was out like an animal in rut and Kate could’ve passed out right then and there. Both ankles held in one hand by the much larger girl, towering over her and stretching her so good, her brain was starting to melt a little.

“Please, fuck me, oh god, Raven…” she whimpered, complying with her request. “Please, god, I need you so fucking bad, I want you to fuck me forever, nngh…! Mmfh, I’m all yours, forever, you can do whatever you want as much as you want, I don’t care, just never stop making me feel like this…”

“I won’t, I swear, I won’t, Kate,” Raven growled, biting down on her shoulder as Kate cried out. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you!! I want you so bad, Raven, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me I… I n-need…” Something cracking. Breaking. “Fuck, oh god…” Broken. “Knock me up, Raven, please,” she begged, a primal need bubbling out. “Oh fuck please fill me up, please, get me pregnant I need you to get me pregnant so bad…”

“Holy fuck, that’s it, good girl…” Raven laughed, fucking her faster, harder, pushing gasping whines from Kate’s throat, so hard she could barely breathe. “I’m going to. I’m going to get you so fucking pregnant. You’re never ever gonna leave, are you, good girl?”

“P-please keep… calling me… that!”

“Good girl? You like that, precious? My good girl? My little princess?”

“Oh fuck, mommy, please knock me up!!”

There was a flicker of a moment of near complete silence, so utter and complete that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Both women’s eyes snapped open at the realization, wide as dinnerplates, sensing the intense thing looming over them, crashing into them, and destroying what was in favor of what now is.

Raven kissed Kate hard, tongue pushing into her mouth violently, hips slamming into her as Kate screamed and squeaked and clawed up Raven’s back, pinning the little thing over in half as she buried herself in her one last time, growling and crying out in Kate’s mouth as she came, filling her so completely that some spilled out, holding her down and keeping her still so that she didn’t slip out.

A minute passed, then a second, and then Kate started to cry. Silent, hot tears, then sniffles, then a soft sobbing and into a wailing as Raven pulled her close, stroking her hair gently.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing a kiss into Kate’s forehead. “It’s okay. Breathe, little one. Momma’s got you. I’m never letting you go again.”

Kate wailed and sobbed hard, clinging against Raven’s chest, her own heaving with gasping cries, feeling what little sense and sanity she had left spilling from her, leaving like the tide. In its place was an intense need, a tying bond, and a realization that she didn’t need to be strong anymore. Ever again.