Kinktober 2025 — Day One — Incest
I forgot to post this one but I really like it so I’m gonna post it now even though it’s way past October lol
Jack's pretty, everyone knows it and everyone says it all the time, even their relatives. People would even compare the three of them and joke about how Jack got all the looks. It used to rub Quinn the wrong way— until he started to see it too.
Jack's face started to get sharper, the baby fat disappearing little by little. His acne came and went, and he sprouted up until he was just past Quinn. He started looking and then he couldn't stop. Jack was pretty and Quinn wanted to kiss him.
He knew it was wrong, Jack was his brother, but after so many years of hearing the same things, how could anyone be surprised? They were close, closer than most brothers, so it was easy to spend time together without any questions.
Jack talks his parents into renting some ice time at their local area so that he and Quinn can practice. Of course, anything to do with hockey and their future careers was almost always an automatic yes from them, so they get their private ice time and Quinn feels absolutely giddy at the prospect of getting two hours alone with Jack.
The practice starts normal, they skate the length of the ice, which turns into a race to see which of them is faster. Jack whizzes past him, giggling like a maniac and it stops Quinn dead, the blades of his skates digging into the ice, carving it until he comes to a full stop. That giggle, it makes his heart beat faster, way faster than any exercise could do.
“I win.” Jack sing-songs, pulling his brother out of his thoughts with a cocky grin.
Quinn rolls his eyes. “Good for you, let’s go grab our sticks.”
The boys play one on one for the rest of their ice time and Quinn has to force himself to keep his eyes on the puck instead of on Jack’s smiling face. He almost always has a smile on his face, even when he’s stick handling up the ice and it’s something that always had Quinn mesmerized. How is Jack always so happy? Don’t his cheeks hurt? Regardless, Quinn always found that smile infectious, he would do anything to keep Jack smiling like that.
After another shot at the open goal, Jack skates over to the bench and grabs his water bottle, then his phone, checking the time. “Only twenty minutes until mom and dad come to pick us up.” He says, then he puts his phone and water bottle back, skating over to the middle of the ice and laying down.
Quinn chuckles softly. “What are you doing?”
“Just come lay here with me.” Jack says, turning his head on the ice, still smiling at his brother.
Quinn shrugs and lays down on the ice right next to Jack. He turns his head to look at him, and of course his mind flips back to how pretty he is. His eyes, his cheeks, his lips… those lips. “Hey Jack?”
Jack snorts. “Why would I ever hate you?”
Quinn reaches over and places a hand on Jack’s rosy, cold cheek, leaning in and kissing him.
Jack feels frozen, stunned, but much to Quinn’s surprise, Jack’s lips start moving against his.
They stay there, laying on the cold ice of the rink, lips locked together, even when Jack’s phone starts to ring. Their twenty minutes are up.
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