Ultraviolence - E.L & C.M
It’s finally here ‼️ I apologize for the wait yall 🤝
Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), threesome, double penetration, oral (f & m recieving), cum play, daddy kink, degradation/praise, switch! Reader, switch!Chad,dark! Ethan, dom! Ethan
You’ve been hanging out with Chad a lot recently.
It’s the first thing Ethan notices after the whole ‘fucking at a party” ordeal. And the second thing he notices, is that you have gotten really extroverted.
It’s been a few weeks, so the change makes it course over time. But you’re so much more different than before; where you once wore your little outfits with a shyness to you, you now strut around like you own the place. You speak more, present yourself more. You’ve also went to a few parties here and there. And honestly, Ethan can’t blame you for that. You’re beautiful and perfect, and why would he expect you not to think it yourself? And why wouldn’t he expect you, as a young woman, to go and make your own decisions?
It’s just that, Ethan hates change.
At the beginning, you were supposed to be his. His little secret, his little doll to play with and fuck. And now Chad has joined the mix, and it’s all different. It makes his head spin.
Your parents, Chad, and Ethan are at the kitchen table when you come barreling down the stairs. Its a hot day, like most of this summer, and your cheeks are red and flushed. You’ve been getting sunburn a lot more, it seems.
Chad has been staying over a lot more, too. Maybe partly to hang out with Ethan, but the doe eyed boy knows it’s more than that. Because the moment he’s left alone, Chad is somehow ending up next to you. His hand always rests on your knee, and you always tilt your head back and giggle at what he says. It’s ridiculous.
You smile brightly at Ethan, and move over to kiss Chad on the cheek.
Ethan scowls at your affection, at your happy demeanor. He doesn’t like to be left out. but then you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek, too. That surprises him, and his eyebrows raise. Your parents don’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in the conversation about bills they’re having to care. And maybe you don’t seem to care, anymore. You aren’t as discreet, aren’t shy to touch Ethan or actually spend more time with him in front of your parents. Maybe it’s better this way.
“Goodmorning, bunny.” Chad’s eyes follow your form, and he smiles up at you. “You look pretty today.”
Chad’s been calling you that since the night of the party, when he had went home with you and Ethan and tucked your body into your bed and kissed you goodnight. Ethan had stayed with you, after that, and held you until you went to sleep. Chad had thanked him, and Ethan can remember it all clearly now: the expanse of Chad’s jaw as he spoke, his hazel eyes looking at him in appreciation. He had had a nervous flush to his cheeks. Ironic, considering what they had just done. He had almost looked...cute.
And this is what brings Ethan to immense confusion. He stares at the bowl of fruit loops in front of him, and contemplates what the fuck he just thought.
And then he looks over at Chad again, from across the table. He’s letting you sit in his lap, and he’s feeding you a piece of toast.
You both look good, today. You’re wearing a tiny pink crop top, and a little skirt hangs low around your hips, thigh highs and garter belt showing. Ethan notices that you’ve been wearing them a lot, recently. And Chad is wearing one of Ethan’s Coldplay tee shirts, one Ethan has seen him in a thousand times whenever he stays over.
But now, he notices, it fits him quite well.
He audibly groans, and loudly. You and Chad’s eyes go to him, eyebrows raised, and he tilts his head back and sighs.
“I’m going upstairs,” he grumbles. The chair makes a loud scraping sound as he gets out of it, and you cringe. You notice the way his hands are clenched at his sides as he walks up the stairs.
“What was that about?” Wayne asks. He’s clearly uninterested; his reading glasses are perched on his nose and he’s looking at the mail. You shrug. Sometimes you wonder if he even has a personality, honestly.
It’s later that night, and Chad is staying over again.
He’s asleep beside Ethan, and he’s snoring softly. Something he’s been doing since high school; Ethan’s bed is like his own.
And when Ethan’s eyes are resting against his pillow, he hears the door open.
He knows it’s you, can smell your strawberry perfume from a mile away. He turns over, and lifts his head up to look at you.
You nervously twiddle your fingers and whisper.
“I’m sorry I woke you up.”
He shakes his head, looking down at your pretty pink nightgown and your bare feet sliding across the hardwood floor.
“You didn’t. What’s wrong, angel?”
“I uhm—“ you hesitate, and Ethan notices the tears going down your face. He sits up immediately, careful not to wake Chad, and moves over to you and pushes you out of earshot. He holds your face in his hands.
“I just had a n-nightmare, that’s all..”
He wipes your tears away and pulls you into a hug. He’s sweet, pressing kisses to your cheeks and holding you for a moment so you can rest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks.
You hesitate, but then nod.
“We can go outside next to the pool, if you want,” Ethan suggests. And when you agree, he’s quietly pulling you down the stairs. When you open the sliding door to go outside the concrete is warm underneath your feet; it’s a hot summer night, but not hot enough to be excruciating. Just enough to bring comfort. You sit down beside the pool and let your bare feet rest in the water. Ethan sits down beside you, his fingers brushing against yours.
“What was your nightmare about?” He asks.
“We got caught.” You murmur. “In the dream, we got caught. And they wouldn’t- wouldn’t let me see you..”
Ethan frowns. He doesn’t like thinking about that fact.
“We won’t get caught, honey.” Ethan coos. “And even if we did.. nothing will stop me from being around you. Nothing.”
The way he says it makes you shiver. His tone is dark, and you can see the way his fists are clenched at his sides. And when he relaxes, he begins to speak.
“Can I ask you something?” He says.
“Do you like Chad?” He already knows your answer. There’s no need to say it.
“…Do you?” You glance at him, and he shrugs.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “Maybe.”
You place your hand on his thigh, and softly draw circles into clothed skin. He sighs and begins to relax. His hand goes up to cup your cheek in his palm.
You hesitate when his lips almost touch yours.
“We shouldn’t. Not here.”
“Oh c’mon, baby…” his teeth nip at your earlobe, and that’s all it takes before he slips his fingers underneath your nightgown.
“Don’t you want to make your big brother proud?”
And after, after he’s inpaled you on his thick length beside that pool, after he’s filled you full of his cum, he carries you back into his room. Chad surfaces when he feels your body land next to his. His eyes crack open, and in the darkness of the room, he can smell your sweet scent.
“Y/n?” He questions groggily, and you let out a little giggle.
“C’mere.” His hands guide your head to his chest, and you curl up against him eagerly. Then the boys eyes furrow in confusion.
“Right here, man.” Ethan says from the other side of you.
“Oh shit, hey!” Chad says in surprise. He can be so dumb sometimes.
And then he’s clearing his throat and muttering.
“You can- you can move closer.. If you want to.”
Ethan ponders, and then he’s nodding as a smile is plastered onto his face.
He curls his body up, cheek resting on you shoulder, and his hand goes to lay across Chad’s lower stomach. Chad, yawns, and grabs Ethan’s hand as he goes back to sleep again.
Ethan doesn’t really care that Chad is here anymore.
I mean, he’s his best friend, right? And best friends always share.
And that’s evident now as Ethan’s lips are attached to Chad’s with an imminent longing.
It’s the first time they’ve kissed. And although it should be awkward, it’s not. Things have just always flowed between them like that. It’s easy.
You giggle as Chad moves from Ethan’s mouth to yours, lips swollen and kiss bitten. He’s got his shirt off, Ethan with his pants unbuckled and hair mussed. It seems that deciding to go to Chad’s apartment was a good idea.
“I told you guys you should’ve kissed sooner. I knew there was something going on!” You say. Ethan rolls his eyes. He hates when you’re right.
“Yeah, yeah, princess.” Chad teases. “Why don’t you take that little top off and come suck me off, hm?”
“Why don’t you let Ethan do it?”
Chad lets out a breath, and his cheeks become ablazed as he sees the look Ethan gives him.
“You want that, Chad?” Ethan asks. The boy nods, pretty eyes incredibly dark from the intimacy of the whole situation. The fact that he has the most beautiful girl and boy in his bedsheets right now is making his brain fuzzy.
Ethan grins, big frame moving over to push Chad down onto the sheets below him. He huffs.
“Why do you always have to be so aggressive about everything?”
The thing about Chad is, with you he’s so used to being in control. But when it comes to Ethan, he really just wants to sit back and submit. He doesn’t really know why; maybe it’s the other boy’s cockiness that makes him seem so intimidating, something about his build and that grin he gives Chad whenever he tells him about one of his shitty hookups. He’s never felt this way about another guy, but he doesn’t hate it. And as Ethan pulls down Chad’s briefs and pulls the boy’s thighs over his own, he whines.
“Eth, c’mon.. I want you to use your mouth. Please?”
It’s the first time you’ve ever heard Chad beg. And honestly, it sounds like something you’d like to hear more often. You watch as Ethan grabs Chad’s hard length in his hand, the tip flushed and leaking precum.
“No. Don’t be greedy. Besides, we still have to make our bunny feel good, don’t we?”
Chad flushes, arm going up to cover his face.
“It’s okay, baby. Bunny, C’mere.”
You crawl on your hands and knees over to Chad. He smiles, going up to press a kiss to your lips.
“I’m gonna take my cock out, sweet girl. Think you can use your hands on me?”
Your hands reach into Ethan’s pants and you pull him out. You sigh in content, lips wandering over his biceps as you stroke his cock. He groans, leaning back to kiss you again. Chad makes a noise of displeasure, and it gets Ethan’s attention. He chuckles, hands going to stroke his thighs.
“Do you need something?” He jokes.
Chad pouts. “I want a kiss, too.”
And then Ethan is pulling Chad up. The boy whines, lips crashing against Ethan’s again. He smiles into the kiss. Your hand is still stroking him, only steadily, but begins to increase in speed as his tongue goes into Chad’s mouth. Ethan groans harshly, pulling away.
“Little minx. Come give Chad a kiss.”
You smile, leaning over to give him one. Chad’s eyelashes flutter shut at the feeling of your soft hands going up to stroke his hair.
“Good boy..” you whisper. Chad keens, forehead resting against yours.
“Of course you are. Now lay back down, okay?”
His body goes down onto the bed and Ethan pulls him back over his thighs again. You move to the end of the bed, near his head. Your fingers softly stroke his face. His eyes flutter shut, and his mind becomes engulfed in the many sensations. Ethan begins to stroke him again.
The boy can’t keep still, his hips chasing that beautiful friction. Ethan spits down on him.
“Good fuckin’ boy. I bet you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes!.. c-can bunny ride my face? Please?”
The nickname and the fact that he’s still worried about your orgasm makes you smile.
“Yeah, baby. She can.” Ethan replies.
You remove your panties, Chad looking up at you with a dazed look and his face contorted in pleasure. Your wetness trickles down your thighs as you sit down on the boy’s face. His reaction is immediate; the moment your pussy is close to him, he grabs you by your ass and holds you down onto him. His tongue rubs your swollen clit with vigor, and you gasp. Chad loves eating pussy, but you’ve got to top all of the other ones he’s become familiar with. Your juices are perfect, bitter and sweet all at once, making his hips fuck into Ethan’s hands more. If he could just sit there and take your wetness down his throat for the rest of his life, he would.
“Look at that,” Ethan coos. “Both my babies look so precious. Does his tongue feel good on your little clit, sweet girl?”
You nod aggressively. Your hands are dripping your tits harshly as you bounce up and down on him. “Feels s’good, daddy.”
“Yeahhh, that’s my fuckin’ girl. Bet you want both those little holes used, don’t you? Want them dripping both our loads?”
The thought of it makes your eyes roll back, and Chad moans underneath you. You feel your orgasm nearing, tummy tightening.
“‘M gonna cum.. oh! God, pleasepleaseplease-“
“Yeah. Go on, cum on our boy’s face.”
And when you do, you’re tilting your head back and obeying Ethan’s orders, just like you always do.
The next day Ethan is bending you over the desk in his bedroom. He’s harsh, hips slapping your thighs in the most filthy way. The door lays wide open because no one is home. Ethan’s hands are wrapped around your throat. His grip is incredibly tight, and he pulls your body against his in an unnatural bent position. He’s fucking you, so careless, as if you’re nothing to him. And although that’s not the case, the incredibly large cock kissing your cervix seems to deem otherwise. Sounds leave your sweet mouth as he pounds your little cunt, whispering dirty praises.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight- love this pussy so much, fuck!” He groans, his cock twitching.
“I know s-sir, feels s’good…”
Your legs shake, body trembling, your sticky wetness coating Ethan’s cock, and he spreads you apart to watch your pussy be pummeled by him.
“God. Look at you, baby. Yeah, you’re my good little slut. So pretty..”
His hand reaches around and he begins to aggressively rub your clit. Your juices gush out and fall down your thighs, your orgasm drawing near. And with one last squeeze to Ethan’s gigantic length, you cum. He groans, and his hips are stuttering as he fills you up for the third time that week. The fact that you aren’t pregnant is beyond the both of you.
When Ethan pulls out, your body lays limp against the wooden desk. Drool is all over your chin and lips. You smile, dazed, and let out a small giggle.
Ethan smiles, bringing his hand down to stroke your back.
“‘M perfect, E. Can you help me up, please?”
He does, ever the gentleman, and brings you over to his bed. You stumble a bit, due to the process of getting up too quick and because of your sore legs, but you manage. And when Ethan joins you on the bed, he’s pulling your body against his equally nude one. His softening cock rests softly against your hip, and he kisses your cheek.
“Go to sleep, sweet thing. I’ll clean up.”
You nod, eyes droopy, and drift off.
Ethan really did mean to clean up. But your hair smelled so nice, and he hadn’t got a lot of sleep the night before. So, he falls asleep against your back, his lips pressed against your shoulder blade.
You were both so content that you never heard the sound of the door opening and closing. The sound of your parent’s voices carrying throughout the house. And when your Ethan’s dad decides to make a trip upstairs, when he walks past Ethan’s room, his booming voice makes you both jolt awake.
“What the hell is going on here?!”
