Shouldn't everybody feel like this?

19 | tgirl | your big sister who loves you in a normal age-appropriate way

[myv1olentdel1ght]

I fear I may be the horniest most disgustingly perverted girl ever

[charlottethecandycorn]

Big werewolf girl with huge knot reblog if you agree

[dykesis]

the underrated part of siscest is the forced proximity. your sister blasts her music in her room, some of it is good and most of it is awful. but you always have a decent idea of which is her favourite, since it seems to play so often. sometimes you’ll even hear her hum along, and you’d find yourself admiring her voice. sometimes you’ll find yourselves in the kitchen at the same time time, but it’s alright, you know her. dancing around each other is like second nature, you sometimes know what to grab from the fridge for her before she even says anything.

you hear her toss and turn in her bed, late at night. maybe she can’t sleep? maybe she’s still up to something? though, you don’t dare to imagine just what that might be. it’s not perverse if you don’t let yourself think about that. you’ve had your fair share of unfortunate moments, where she’s walked in on your in the bathroom, or vice versa. though, the last time she accidentally left the door unlocked for you to have the chance to stumble in, there she stood, naked and beautiful and shrouded by the blur of steam and curtains. you don’t say anything, don’t alert her, you just quietly close the door and curse yourself for it all the way back to your room.

you’ve walked in on her napping many times. she’ll never have to know how intensely you’ve stared, how quietly you’ve admired, how intricate and detailed an image you’ve curated of her for yourself. you find yourself thinking sometimes that her shirts drape over her chest so beautifully, you catch yourself wanting to slip her blankets further down to see her better, your mind wanders to the sight of her hips dipping and flowing into her waist, her ribs, as she lay on her side.

at night, you find yourself hating the closeness. the proximity. it’s too much, you fear what it means you. but it’s not enough. every encounter is far from the closeness you want, the kind you find yourself needing in the wee hours of the night. you cry silently, as you realize it’s just not enough. as you realize how you really feel.

you hear her toss and turn in her bed. the rustling of blankets pour through the wall and carry along with them the whisper of your name.

maybe just one peek.

[dykesis]

the underrated part of siscest is the forced proximity. your sister blasts her music in her room, some of it is good and most of it is awful. but you always have a decent idea of which is her favourite, since it seems to play so often. sometimes you’ll even hear her hum along, and you’d find yourself admiring her voice. sometimes you’ll find yourselves in the kitchen at the same time time, but it’s alright, you know her. dancing around each other is like second nature, you sometimes know what to grab from the fridge for her before she even says anything.

you hear her toss and turn in her bed, late at night. maybe she can’t sleep? maybe she’s still up to something? though, you don’t dare to imagine just what that might be. it’s not perverse if you don’t let yourself think about that. you’ve had your fair share of unfortunate moments, where she’s walked in on your in the bathroom, or vice versa. though, the last time she accidentally left the door unlocked for you to have the chance to stumble in, there she stood, naked and beautiful and shrouded by the blur of steam and curtains. you don’t say anything, don’t alert her, you just quietly close the door and curse yourself for it all the way back to your room.

you’ve walked in on her napping many times. she’ll never have to know how intensely you’ve stared, how quietly you’ve admired, how intricate and detailed an image you’ve curated of her for yourself. you find yourself thinking sometimes that her shirts drape over her chest so beautifully, you catch yourself wanting to slip her blankets further down to see her better, your mind wanders to the sight of her hips dipping and flowing into her waist, her ribs, as she lay on her side.

at night, you find yourself hating the closeness. the proximity. it’s too much, you fear what it means you. but it’s not enough. every encounter is far from the closeness you want, the kind you find yourself needing in the wee hours of the night. you cry silently, as you realize it’s just not enough. as you realize how you really feel.

you hear her toss and turn in her bed. the rustling of blankets pour through the wall and carry along with them the whisper of your name.

maybe just one peek.

[dykesis]

the underrated part of siscest is the forced proximity. your sister blasts her music in her room, some of it is good and most of it is awful. but you always have a decent idea of which is her favourite, since it seems to play so often. sometimes you’ll even hear her hum along, and you’d find yourself admiring her voice. sometimes you’ll find yourselves in the kitchen at the same time time, but it’s alright, you know her. dancing around each other is like second nature, you sometimes know what to grab from the fridge for her before she even says anything.

you hear her toss and turn in her bed, late at night. maybe she can’t sleep? maybe she’s still up to something? though, you don’t dare to imagine just what that might be. it’s not perverse if you don’t let yourself think about that. you’ve had your fair share of unfortunate moments, where she’s walked in on your in the bathroom, or vice versa. though, the last time she accidentally left the door unlocked for you to have the chance to stumble in, there she stood, naked and beautiful and shrouded by the blur of steam and curtains. you don’t say anything, don’t alert her, you just quietly close the door and curse yourself for it all the way back to your room.

you’ve walked in on her napping many times. she’ll never have to know how intensely you’ve stared, how quietly you’ve admired, how intricate and detailed an image you’ve curated of her for yourself. you find yourself thinking sometimes that her shirts drape over her chest so beautifully, you catch yourself wanting to slip her blankets further down to see her better, your mind wanders to the sight of her hips dipping and flowing into her waist, her ribs, as she lay on her side.

at night, you find yourself hating the closeness. the proximity. it’s too much, you fear what it means you. but it’s not enough. every encounter is far from the closeness you want, the kind you find yourself needing in the wee hours of the night. you cry silently, as you realize it’s just not enough. as you realize how you really feel.

you hear her toss and turn in her bed. the rustling of blankets pour through the wall and carry along with them the whisper of your name.

maybe just one peek.

[lisafrankzane]

[zerosuitsammi3]

[puppygirlbigsister]

Big sister that just pulls you into her lap and starts to grope you because she needs something to do with her hands

[puppygirlbigsister]

Big sister that wishes her little sister would take advantage of her and use her

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

common big sister catchphrases like "sisters do this for eachother like, all the time" and "its not going to suck itself" and "get pregnant"

[yuricestmaple]

sister tip!

if you ask really nicely your sister will bend over and show you her hole!

[boobcareer]

they're making a browser you can fuck + it jiggles

[ashes2caches]

straight transfem going to a sleepover with all her other transfem friends and ending up covered in kisses and drunk on girl-love by the end.

[cloverkitsis]

last night, i went to the bar with my wife (mommy), my sister, and her gf. met a friend there, talked to a couple people. relatively uneventful. on the bus ride to our stop, i see my sister whispering something to my wife, but do hear my wife say that she gives her blessing. i ask whats up and she just repeats that she gives her blessing. so im just like, lol ok. guess ill see later

we get going home, and between our apartment and the bus stop is a park with a decent size field. i see my sister taking her jacket off and i can tell shes about to start running. i think, ooh fun cute doggy~ maybe ill chase her a little :D

we got to the gate to the field and my sis told me, "ill give you 5 seconds" and she immediately starts counting down. oh, i think, shes gonna fucking chase me ._. i start running, and kinda fast at that, but when i hear zero, i look back and see her break into a full sprint with her gf and my wife behind her

i nearly get to the other end of the park before i start to seriously lose steam, and as she comes up behind me, my sister grabes me by the jacket and throws me onto the wet grass, getting mud on my legs and arms mostly

she starts punching me while my mommy watches with a big smile on her face. she roles me onto my back and pushes her boot onto my chest. i couldnt even hope to squirm at all. as she bends down to see me closer, she slaps my face a couple times. i am so stunned, i cant speak or move at all. like some prey that knows its been cornered

she eventually helps me up and gives me a little kiss before we start making the rest of the eay to our apartment. she even gives me a piggyback ride for like half the remaining distance x3

once we are home, my mommy helps clean the dirt off me before we settle down for bed

holy fuck i think i needed that

[cloverkitsis]

god ddam this post is getting some attention >.> hehehe

[dykesis]

yuricest comedy ecchi about a middle sister constantly walking in on various kink antics while sincerely just trying to keep up on chores

[juniper-petunia]

the Princess isn’t technically allowed to make the maids join her in the bath with her to bathe her… however if, say, the new maid was on bath duty and started to disrobe from her dress and neatly fold it before setting it aside…. showing herself bare before her Monarch… and offered to join the Princess in the bath to better bathe her… lathering expensive, fragrant soaps in her callused but delicate hands… rubbing over every inch of the Princess’ body with extreme caution and attention. if she floated with the Princess and offered her soft, unclothed body as a cushion which the princess could lean against…. wet skin against wet skin… a level of closeness no other is privileged enough to see of her Princess… if she whispered softy, delicately in the Princess’ ear, “let me serve you, my lady… let me give you the pleasure no other is allowed…”

….if the maid did all this of her own volition then who is the Princess to tell her to stop?

[yuricestmaple]

oh on smell related things from last post, sis and i walked around a lot today at a mall and when we got home she let me huff her crotch through her pants and i swear if she didn’t stop me they would have been fully soaked over how much i was drooling >.<

[closedcasketrequiem]

I find it really funny that most ppls definition of ‘pervert’ on here is basically just synonymous with kinky. stolen valor from real pervert girls like me who have staring problem and jerk off to their friends/mutuals selfies and has stalkerish tendencies and does other things that she will not disclose