🔞 Illicit Sister Kisser

Transfem, She/Her, 22 Roxanne, or just Roxy for Short Yuri lover and a fan of surreal/non-sensical fiction Love my little sister Rosy <3 PFP by FafeStuff

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I can't stop thinking about her, every day of my life I just feel an overwhelming desire to confess my love to her and have her be mine and mine alone...

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Tell me if you've heard this one before but: Romeo and Juliet but instead of being creepy it's a romantic story between two sisters split apart by their parents divorce, deeply in love with one another. Debating actually making something out of this.

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Some say there's a psychic link between siblings, an unspoken sixth sense of what one another are feeling. Perhaps that's why your big sister seems to know exactly how you feel about her deep down, how you yearn for her company. Although maybe she can tell from how red you get just being in the same room as her.

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She sits at her desk, white light glaring from the monitor. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter; the clanking of metal keys. Every so often, though, the sound shifts; patter-pitter, and then silence. That's how you know big sis came in. Who knew writing would be so difficult with a hand between your legs? "Go on, keep writing. You're awfully good at it, lil sis." She tries to write. She really, *really* tries. She almost spells a word -- a simple one, four letters maybe -- before big sis bites down on her neck. A moan and a squeal. She bites down again, a different spot, and those little hand movements under her skirt get quicker. Lil sis accidentally slams her keyboard. A door soon creaks. Lil sis readjusts her skirt, and big sis covers the bite marks with lil sis' hair. "Whatever was that?" asks mom. "The two of you okay? I heard a scream." "Oh, its perfectly fine, lil sis just saw a spider. You know how she is." "But I thought she liked spiders," mom retorts. Lil sis speaks up. Her voice fluctuating; like cracked glass, one tap and it shatters. "Not when they're on my desk, mom!!!" Mom and the sisters banter back and forth for a short while. You know how parents are. A genuine, real desire to connect, and still there is this wall. Attempting to scale it is like riding a barrel up a waterfall. The door closes, silence is shared between the two sisters. The monitor houses a disjointed array of letters. Lil sis closes the document, and big sis grabs the covers.