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@ex0dla
Oh no, little sis/bro let me help you. After all I'm just your "loving" older brother, ill help you as long as you also help me <3
Your big brother is in his 20s and here to help.
Let your big bro teach you, love you and show you how to take responsibility for getting him hard.
Since something has gone wrong with tumblr, my messages tab won't appear, so if any of you would like to talk to big bro:
Session : 05ae8c3dfa1dd37d10403bd973ed014f0f64ec12a298099830394d09164a107e41
Let’s play a game shall we?
I let’s undress the dress up doll.
1 note = 1 🧦
3 = 1🧦
5 notes = 👚
10 notes = 🍈🍈 free (there’s a surprise)
15 notes = 🩲
20 = 🍑
I’ll share whatever I can’t and reblog when we hit goals that can’t be posted so you can dm me.
Good luck!
Edit: also if there’s anything you want me to do in thigh highs and a short skirt now is the time.
Welp, here's the tenth.
When your big brother has a tough day, whether it be work, or classes or whichever your big bro is doing. You as a sibling should be there for him, letting him hold you and care for you, even if he gets too handsy, or if you lose all functions of your body as his word becomes law. It's just what you're in for as a little sibling.
Jesus christ, having such a hard on is so very difficult to take care of. Even when you use your hand over and over it gets stale, if only there was someone to help. Someone to make sure big brother is so entirely satisfied.
Oh but wait, isn't that what you're for? Having a little brother or sister is exactly what I need, teaching them to be just so good. Even when they learn from the outside world that our relationship is so very wrong, they know they can't stop.
The term, free use. Big brother taught it to you so long ago you can't actually remember when you first heard it. That, however, doesn't mean he didn't make sure you learned what it meant first hand.
His hands dancing on your body from tip to tail, the ways he'd force you onto his lap, having him fill you up, early in the morning when you nothing more than a zombie munching on your spoonfuls of cereal. The ways you bend over the counter, resting your elbows on the surface with your face in your phone, a sudden harsh intrusion causing you to finally accept reality, and the fact your body is his.
You didn't expect to see your big brother around your campus, his car sat far enough away that you didn't notice him watching you through the driver's side window.
You didn't notice as he grew more and more agitated as you talked with those around you, a few who clearly were flirting, who wanted to take you from him.
It was trespassing, he didn't belong on that campus but he needed to make a point. As his knuckles came to knock on your dorm room door, your roommate out for a study session, they really needed to pick up on the revision.
And when you saw him standing there, hood over his head, its like everything from home come back again. The way your body responded when he pushed against you and slammed the door behind him, the way his hands roamed your body, the signature feel of his palms that had been burned into your unconscious as the perfect texture.
It didn't take long for him to take you, to feel him inside you, like a key to the lock you held deep inside your clamping and quivering walls. The surge of lust, the surge of that feeling, like you didn't have to make a decision for yourself anymore as his seed filled you to the brim.
He just needed to make his point, to make sure you know who you truly belonged to.
He left not soon after, leaving you sat there, your brain melting out the side of your ear, following suit with the hot cum leaking from inside you to the floor. Well it was a bit awkward when your roommate came home from the session earlier than you had expected, and found you unable to even move and try to hide the situation, the only words manageable on your lolling tongue was this,
"Ish fine, my big brother jusht paid me a vishit."
It was weird when you found tabs open on your computer, porn you hadn't searched up but somehow drew your attention like a moth to a flame. It was weird when you clicked on that tab, and suddenly everything just connected. Fauxcest comics, videos, the lot. It was weird when your body reacted to it like a key had just slid into the lock that held your mind together.
And you know what was even weirder? The fact that when your big brother came out of his shower, when you snook to your door and just stared. The only thought that came to mind, was "daddy".
You and your big brother had been forced into a full custody situation, but you unfortunately were placed with opposing parents.
However, every now and then, your father would take you to your mother's and then there he was. Just sat in his own room, controller in hand, and his shirt thrown to the floor, his flesh teasing your eyes like he knew you'd be here.
He spoke, knowing you were there despite his eyes not moving from the screen. The TV itself went from gaming, to the home screen, to a streaming app and his hands suddenly became free as he turned his torse towards the door. His hand, now free, patted well onto his lap. "Well? You taking a seat?"
It'd been what, a couple months since this all started? You'd lost contact with your lover at the time, not willingly, but you didn't fight back much. And speaking of fighting back, you really were strongly willed at the start, weren't you?
Your hands pushed back against his thighs if he ever forced you below him, your throat tightened rather than loosening like giving in, your eyes closing shut like trying to ignore the situation that's happening to you.
Your body betraying your mind, well, not anymore. That meaning there's nothing to betray when it's all become mush, when his hips slam against yours in ways that make your lips and tongue looser than a door with broken hinges. You moaned his name, you moaned for him like he owned you, you moaned for more.
But after it all, when the day came to end, there's one thing you could call him in and outside of it all. Your big brother.
Leather. It wasn't something you had grown used to, but the way it rubbed along your throat, against your neck as his fingers slid between the two textures, pulling it tighter. The jingle of the tag on the front like a conditioning bell.
"Please st-" You tried to make out with choked words.
"Now now," his fingers pulled harder around the choker, or, maybe it was a collar? "You spoke, remember your place. Do puppies speak?"
As his fingers pulled out from between the leather ring around your neck, and your heated skin, you looked up at him, tears welling around your eyes. Your mouth opened, and nothing came out, well, besides the proper noises.
Whines, moans, and whimpers.
As your eyes met his, you put your hands down from his wrist to now flat onto the floor. His words came once more. "There. All fours, proper puppy speech."
Your tag glinted once more under the room light, his name indented on the metallic plate.
"Such a good little puppy."
You'd sure you'd hidden them well enough, the tabs on your computer and incognito mode, the little stares at collars and such at the local pet stores as you passed by, even the little Chewtoy you hid beneath your bed.
So why is it like he knows? Why does he come home one day with a bunch of items from a pet store, a glimpse of a collar under the whole things that doesn't make sense. A sly gaze at you before quickly making things seem absolutely normal, you're not crazy you know he knows something.
I mean sure you have a little dog of your own, he needs the food, he needs the bags and toys, but he's already got a collar, one bright pink because he'd preferred the colour, yeah for a boy, maybe he noticed the jealous look you gave the little pup at the time, no he'd never.
You'd moved out of your parents' house. They'd never really accept if you were, well, how you were. If they ever found out, that was. And your generous big brother, well he'd got a spare room at his apartment further in the town centre. You'd always loved your big brother, not the usual overbearing one You'd seen stereotyped in show after show after show, but he did have a way getting on your nerves sometimes.
He always gave the best hugs, never really cared about personal space much, always said his love was through physical touch. And it was so nice, the cuddles late night on the sofa, little bags of popcorn you had gotten, he hated the little squeakers but he got them for you anyways. He always gave you his hand-me-downs, sure he could've gotten you new things but you never argued much, his shirts were always way too big for you, yet you loved the bagginess (even though you couldn't wear any bottoms and they'd still cover you up :P) and he knew that just well.
But then something, and for a lack of a better weird, absolutely odd happened?
The day started out completely normal, your elder brother sat back in his armchair with a hot drink by his side, he looked peaceful, despite the fact you felt so horrible. It had been your birthday, and through the lack of balloons or streamers, he'd very clearly forgot. That's one thing about you're brother, he always had this horrible memory. You didn't want to blame him, even if it hurt so much, slowly trodding along the floors in the same oversized hoodie he had given you at your last birthday, little holes cut out around the ends of the sleeves so you could stick your thumb through and make little gloves out of it.
And he looked at you, that normal warm smile like nothing was wrong, like ignorance truly was bliss. His hand patted softly at his lap, like signalling exactly where to sit, and you wouldn't say no, it was the best seat in the house. You patted over and ended up planting yourself firmly against his lap and chest, like a baby in his arms, well not that small but you get it.
"You forgot my b.." the last of it mumbled.
"I forgot your what?" His voice sounded slightly caring, the low yet warm vocal range you'd come to expect.
"My...my birthday." You responded, hesitating before fully explaining it out.
And he laughed, he just, laughed. How dare he, didn't he know how important this is to you!
"I didn't forget, im sure you've seen it already. Check in front of your room door, I'm guessing you pushed it aside when you opened the door. Dumbass." His voice lighthearted, like he hadn't just almost made you just so horrible on your birthday of all days.
And so you picked yourself up as he took a sip of his drink, the steam rising far above it. Your step filled with a little more pep, because he didn't forget, he didn't forget, he didn't forget. And there it was, a little wrapped box sat pushed aside from your door, a heavy flush spreading across your cheeks after just having assumed something despite missing it yourself.
You dropped to your knees to pick the box up, shaking it sounding like something filling the tiny box out, something metallic in there as well. Your nail slides along the little tape, pulling it off of the box and finally..looking...inside....
And there it sat. A little black collar, the take shining in the morning light that reflected so perfectly into your eyes. Looking close you noticed your name burned into the tag, his name on the other half. And there you sat, just like it, your mouth slightly agape, the reality of the situation fully hitting you as a hand slides around your throat, breath heavy against your ear from behind.
"Now, why don't we help you get that on, dear puppy~"
Okay so, ended up making a new account, it's @bonedaddysposts
Similar pfp, you get it. I'm sorry for jumping onto another ship, but don't worry I'll be the exact same there xx
Big brother loves all his little siblings, and in every way cuties x
@bonedaddysposts1 here you go if you need to still see me x
Hi !! I can't find your new blog, it doesn't show up anywhere. :<
Awe darlin, its Bonedaddysposts1 I know I know not very creative now.
I mean, I have this account back. But I wouldn't know what to do with it since I have the new one.
If anyone has any suggestions I'm allll ears
Okay so, ended up making a new account, it's @bonedaddysposts
Similar pfp, you get it. I'm sorry for jumping onto another ship, but don't worry I'll be the exact same there xx
Big brother loves all his little siblings, and in every way cuties x
are you only into girls, big bro?
No, not at all, but if you want to hear more I'll be moving to another account since tumblr has decided to shadowbann your big brother, can you believe it?
I'll make a post, be there or be square x
don’t blame me for ur lack of self control~~~
yea if u keep doing that I’m gonna have to keep my phone turned off during class cuz SOMEONE REFUSES TO BEHAVEEE
not enjoying it, I’m hating it actually <333
went to look in the mirror for this cutie kitty and all I saw was this hot, sexy, bratty kitten who is 100000% not cute or adorable in fact she gagged when she heard those words
-💄
And don't blame your big brother for your lack of self control either x
Then keep it off, but that'll just end up with you imagining all the positions big bro will be with you in, as soon as you come home from uni.
You're all of the above, hot, sexy, bratty, cute, adorable, drop dead gorgeous. And it's not like you didn't gag around my cock the first time, you'll learn to enjoy it, my good kitty x
