*circling you like a vulture* would it boost your ego to fuck me like you own me? would it make you feel good about yourself? would it make you feel powerful? you deserve to feel good about yourself, don't you?
imagine a dad with a tboy son who has always helped him feel better when he's had periods by letting him rest under a heat pad and freshly dryer-fluffed blankets, brewing hot tea and cocoa for him, bringing him midol and tylenol when he needs it, and taking the time to make him feel affirmed even when the menstruation dysphoria kicks in...
and when he gets older, his sex-positive dad starts encouraging him to consider masturbating, whether he's on his period or not, telling him, "you know, it improves your pelvic health, orgasms are very good for your heart health, it can help you fall asleep, it can provide stress relief," and going on and on about the objective health benefits and how it can put his son in touch with his developing teen body... and, for a while, his son always reacts with embarrassment, saying, "ew! augh, dad, no! that's so gross! yuck, no way!" and his dad drops the topic, for the most part, only bringing it up again on occasion, when it's germane to conversations about sexual health...
and, one day, while picking up a few boxes of tampons at the local walmart, dad takes his son on a little detour through the pharmacy aisles and shows him a selection of vibrating dildos... and his son goes red in the face and won't stop looking around, up and down the aisle, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and holding it to keep his face hidden from other shoppers while his dad keeps telling him, in such a matter-of-fact tone, "actually, penetrative masturbation with toys like these is excellent for soothing menstrual cramps," all while his son keeps whispering for his dad to put each toy back as he grabs them off the display hooks to look at the product details on the back sides of the packaging... and, despite his son's protesting and embarrassment, dad puts a small bullet vibrator and a modest six-inch vibrating dildo toy into the shopping basket before walking to the express checkout lane, telling his son he's getting them "just in case you ever want to use them..."
and then dad starts letting himself out of the house a little more often, hoping to give his son at least a couple hours of alone time every once in a while so that he can give it an earnest try, especially since having stored the vibrators in the bathroom, where they're just as innocuous and easy-to-find as the hairbrushes or the toothpaste... and his son does give it a try, sometimes using the bullet vibrator on himself before taking a shower, only to frantically clean and dry it before putting it back, perfectly in its place... until, one day, he takes it to his bedroom and uses it to bring himself to his first real orgasm, which quickly puts him to sleep...
and then his dad comes home that afternoon, while his son is still sleeping through his post-orgasm nap... and he goes to the bathroom, curiously checking the drawer to find the little vibrator missing, immediately pleased to know that his son is finally experimenting... and he doesn't do anything or say anything, not wanting to scare his son into retreating and repressing his needs and desires...
and then one day, the forgetful sometimes-presence of the little vibrator in the drawer under the bathroom counter after son's masturbation sessions morphs into a clearly conscious choice to keep it in his room, in the drawer of his bedside nightstand... and dad starts thinking that maybe his son isn't interested in the six inch vibrating dildo, putting it aside somewhere safe to keep it from gathering any dust in the drawer...
and then, during a period, sometime later on, as the months pass, dad looks up from working from home at his laptop while sitting on the couch and notices his son is standing at the doorway of the den with a nervous look on his flushed-red face... and dad asks his son, "kiddo, what's the matter? are you feeling sick?" to which his son replies, asking, "dad, do you know where the, uh, the... the longer vibrator is?" reluctantly and quietly... and dad sets his work aside, telling him, "of course," and then, speculatively, "are you having some bad period cramps?" with his son nodding slowly in response... so dad fetches the vibrating dildo for him and offers to show him how to use it, but his son is far too embarrassed, already, and shuts his bedroom door before his daddy can ask again...
and then his son finally starts hormone replacement therapy, spreading t-gel on his arms once a week... (dad had offered to help him with shots, since needles had always intimidated him, but he wants to do it himself)... and, as son's changes begin to develop, dad notices he spends a lot more time to himself in his room... and that's when dad starts checking in on his son, knocking on his closed bedroom door a few times before opening it, always accidentally walking in on him in the middle of masturbating, always backing out and closing the door when his son yells, "augh, dad! don't come in here! leave me alone! i just want to be by myself right now!" while the telltale hum of a muffled vibrator is going off against his pussy from under the covers...
and then, one day, dad is working at the kitchen table when his son comes in and sits down with a snack, slowly eating it like he's simply killing time while he watches his dad dutifully type away on the keyboard of his laptop and read over a packet of papers... and, when his dad realizes his son has lingered there long after he's finished snacking, he looks up from his work and asks, "what's up, kiddo?" only for his son to go red in the face and clear his throat a little, trying to act natural... and then his son says, "the... uh... big vibrator stopped working," furiously blushing, at this point... and then his dad says, "oh no... sorry to hear that, bud... maybe i can pick one up the next time i go out, does that sound like a plan?" but, despite the prompt and casual response, his son still looks uncomfortable... and then his son asks, "could... you... help me a little... sooner than that?" to which his dad says, "well, sure, kiddo, but it might have to wait until i'm finished with work for today, is that alright?"
but his son still looks a little uneasy, shifting in the dining room chair, pressing his legs together under the table, then asking, "okay, dad, but... i was... kind of thinking... that maybe you could, uh, show me... something a little more... advanced? or, you know... hands-on?" while looking away from his dad, his eyes darting back and forth between making eye-contact... and his dad seems to think about it, catching his meaning... or, rather, assuming it... replying, to confirm, "you mean... you want to try intercourse?"
and, after a long silence, his son, still clearly more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life, slowly nods to answer his dad, looking down at the table and occasionally glancing back up...
and dad takes the time to consider it, despite already knowing his answer... which surprises his son, though not all that much, when he says, "sure, but i'll need you to give me five minutes to wrap up before taking a break... think you can go to your room and get ready for me like you usually get ready on yourself?" and he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to be saying, agreeing to a proposition with his trans teen son, but his son hastily nods and gets up from the table, walking to his room, fast, and leaving the door open ajar as he pushes it behind him...
and then dad, true to his word, takes a few minutes to finish his work before shutting the lid of his laptop and getting up to head toward his son's bedroom, slowly pushing the door back open as he enters the threshold, looking down at his son lying down over the covers, his shorts and boxers kicked off and onto the floor, socks still covering his feet, still wearing a t-shirt and hoodie over his torso, his legs pressed together and bent to hide himself, anxiously waiting for his dad... and his dad smiles warmly at him, undoing the fastening on his chinos as he starts to undress, sitting down on the bed next to his son's hot, half-naked body...
and he slowly reaches up to part his son's knees from the side, telling him to "just relax, honey," running his hand up and down the inside of his son's thighs to coax them apart, dipping down into the valley of his legs to gently stroke his son's growing t-dick amidst the lush bush he's grown atop his pubic mound... and dad tells him how good he looks, remarking "oh, look how much hair you've grown down here... and your cock is already getting kind of big."
and dad keeps an eye on his son, who has one hand at his forehead, gripping at his hair, while the other is resting against one side of his chest, groping at himself through the thick fabric of his hoodie... and dad tells him, "feeling okay, kiddo? want to take that sweatshirt off? you're looking a little over-heated," and helps his son sit up in bed to disrobe, the sweatshirt being discarded off the side of the bed, son not even waiting before casting his t-shirt aside, too, totally nude aside from his socks... but dad doesn't need those out of the way, so they can stay on... and, soon, dad returns to rubbing the outside of his son's front hole, venturing to dip a finger inside, which makes his son finally moan nice and long... and dad asks, "does that feel good, bud?" to which his son can hardly respond in words, slowly nodding his head while his eyes drift shut, his breathing growing heavy...
and dad keeps going, gently fingering his son, fingers now slowly pushing in and out, getting him used to the intrusion and the rhythm... after all, even if he had used a dildo many times before, by now, it wasn't as though his hot teen cunt wasn't still young and tight, still getting used to penetration...
and, as dad continues stimulating him, he comments on how wet he is... how engorged his t-dick is... saying, "you've gotten so wet for me, huh? and your cock is even getting hard," to which his son can only moan and whine things like "mm... dad..." and "oh... fuck... dad," between panting breaths... and dad keeps going, his own dick stiffening and tenting in his boxer briefs... until his son's hands find their way to dad's forearm, squeezing it a little... and dad asks, "want to stop, baby?" and his son shakes his head against, looking up at his dad to say, "no... keep going... i... i need you."
and dad, wanting more, asks, "need me how, bud?" and his son bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before answering, "i... need you inside me..." and his dad's brows raise, dad looking surprised but pleased... and dad asks, to be certain, "you want my cock inside you, kiddo?" and his son nods his head eagerly, his inhibitions lost now as dad gets up from the bed and sheds his underwear, getting back onto the mattress and positioning himself between his son's legs which, right now, are spread open, almost impatiently, as he stares down at his dad's crotch, at the long dick that bounces gently over his thick, swollen balls... and his jaw falls a little, as if the head had hypnotized him...
and his dad chuckles a little, watching his son's lust-addled expression as he grabs hold of his own cock and strokes it, the meatus leaking precum which dribbles down over his dad's knuckles on each downstroke, down onto the cover of his duvet... and then dad lightly pets the insides of his son's thighs again, lowering himself until the head of his cock meets the foreskin-covered head of his son's cock, rubbing himself up and down his slit...
and dad looks at his son's face as his son stares back at him, mouth still hanging open, as he aligns himself with his son's front hole and starts opening him up with his uncovered shaft... and dad's dick feels like it's stuffing him tight... centimeter by centimeter, filling him up full...
and son's hands go to his chest, kneading and squeezing and tugging on himself, breathing hitching as dad bottoms out inside of his cunt... and then dad begins pulling his cock out... slowly... letting his son feel himself empty before easily slipping back in, taking his son's moans as encouragement as he sheaths himself again, fully inside his son's hot cock sleeve of a channel... wet and hot and clenching...
and dad goes slow, at first, like when he's given his son back scratches or shoulder rubs before... and dad cups his son's hip with one hand as he leans forward on the other hand, which is flat against the covers of his boy's bed, the motion of his hips picking up speed the longer he goes, in and out, fucking him... dad is fucking him... and his son moans, loudly, "ohh, fuck, dad!"
and dad can feel his boy's cunt squeezing him, drawing him in, wanting to lock him there each time he thrusts inside, saying, "good job, baby boy... you like taking daddy's cock inside you? okay, kiddo... just relax... just enjoy..." as he thrusts...
and when his bare cock feels his son chasing his own orgasm, he picks up the pace, driving himself harder and faster into his boy's cunt, listening as his moans devolve quickly into unintelligible vocalizations...
and then, suddenly, his son tightens around his cock, the walls of his soaking wet channel spasming around him... and dad can't hold back...
and dad announces, "good boy, you want my cum? baby, do you want my cum inside you, too?" to which his son frantically nods, and dad can feel him grip his cock even harder at that...
always quick to please, he thrusts deep and fast as his son is letting himself be lost in the throes of a hard orgasm, the moans and exclamations tumbling out of his mouth each time he almost ruts against his baby boy's cervix, going, "god! fuck, dad, fuck me! oh god, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! aah, dad!"
and his dad, determined, lets his hips snap against his son's groin with each thrust inside of him, letting his own orgasm erupt with a grunt, his semen shooting against his son's hot insides, his thrusts fast and pistoning out of time before he simply stops, dad's legs relaxing in the furrow of his son's...
and his son feels the innermost part of himself bathed in his dad's cum... and he shudders, his body trembling already in post-coital bliss...
"oh, dad," he moans, "can we... can we do that again?"
The last month of the last year of high school has finally come and Remus can not wait to get the fuck out of here.
He may just skip out early at lunch and never come back.
Sighing he closes his locker, he knows he won’t do that, he would never leave Rosie alone in this shit hole with all the ass-face fuckers out there trying to get in her pants all the time.
He thunks back on his locker to wait for his sister -who is late- and mutters to himself, “I know she’s hot but she’s better than all of these bitches.”
“Ooh who’s hot?” the school gossip of which Remus doesn’t care to remember the name of says.
“Rosie” he simply answers.
“Eww you think your sister is hot?” the gossips friend sneers.
He slowly looks at her with a blank face, “uh yeah anyone with eyes can see that she’s smokin’ okay?”
“Gross, Remus that’s incest.”
He rolls his eyes, “don’t take it like that it’s not an incestuous thing, when your mom says you’re beautiful does that mean she want’s to fuck you? besides-” he windmills his wrist around “-I’m way super gay.”
The gossip hums, “he’s got a point” she hurriedly looks around then leans in conspiratorially to Remus, “I heard a little secret.”
Remus raises an eyebrow at her, this should be entertaining.
“I heard that the guy who always gets the leading roles in all the plays is going to ask Rosie out.”
With no answer to that Remus flings himself off his locker to beeline right to his sisters and stops dead in his tracks as he watches that fuck boy lean next to his twin with that false smile of his.
He makes eye contact with the douche as said douche leans closer to Rosie and bristles.
He knows his sister, she’s a hopeless romantic always looking for the perfect one for her, but she’s not stupid.
Well not anymore, she grew out of her boy crazy phase and is more critical about who she sets her eyes on now.
Did she have a crush on this guy before? yeah sure but that was like ninth grade shit before this guy got his playboy reputation.
Remus wants so much to pull her from this guys presence, instead he just stands there and watches.
He trusts her, he may not trust Fuck Lead McGee but he won’t interfere unless she absolutely needs him to.
Rosie smiles politely saying something that cracks the smug smile from from the guy- Remus smiles at that, yeah that’s right fucker get out of here.
Whatever Rosie said didn’t seem to sink in to this guys thick skull cause he leans ever closer to her, she stiffens leaning a little away from him and her hair swishes as she shakes her head, he laughs a little bitterly as he grabs her wrist.
Okay time to intervene Remus decides.
“Hey Dick Fingers” he shouts jauntily getting basically everyone's attention, some people keep their eyes on him and some don’t when they realize it’s Remus who yelled while he skips his way towards them.
Remus glances at Rosie as she turns to his shout, she visibly relaxes when she sees him coming.
“Take your cocky hand off of my sister before I take it from you” despite the words sounding harsh his tone is as light and jovial as always.
“Don’t you see we’re having a conversation? have you no manners?” the guy doesn’t move away as he ignores Remus’ joyous declaration of mutilation.
Remus smiles with as many teeth as he possibly can, wobbles to a sudden hitched stop inches from them and cocks his head to the side with an audible crack.
“Don’t you see that she’s not interested in being near you” it’s not a question, he can not care less for this buffoons answer.
It’s Remus’ turn to lean closer, he slides his hand into his pocket, swishes his butterfly knife out and lands it on top of the other guys wrist, “take it away before I do” he whispers unblinking through his manic smile.
“Ugh, you’re insane” Lead Bitch Boy scoffs throwing Rosie’s hand away from himself, “she’s not worth it if it means dealing with you too.”
“She’s worth more than anything!” Remus sneers.
The other laughs, “I see now- gross, deranged Remus wants his sister all to himself” he steps away from them, “that’s disgusting” he looks to Rosie, “I guess you guys are perfect for each other then-” Rosie winces as he spits “-you’re both freaks,”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Remus hisses with genuine confusion.
He doesn’t answer Remus, he only laughs again and starts to walk away, “have fun fucking your sister, you clearly want to.”
“It’s not an incestuous thing!” Remus yells at his retreating back then mutters, “why does everyone keep thinking that?”
Rosie takes the hand that Remus is holding the knife in, “hey Rems?”
He looks to her shining golden brown eyes, “thanks” she smiles.
He flicks his butterfly knife back together to pocket it once more, “yeah of course.”
They start to walk to the doors to the parking lot, Remus lightly elbows her, “why didn’t you take your dagger out on him?”
Her laugh chimes through him, “I don’t bring it to school like some ruffian I know.”
“Pfft, you should, it would solve problems like him.”
“Maybe” she hums, “but one of us has to seem dignified in public.”
“Says the one who wants to have a katana attached to her side permanently.”
“Excuse you” she huffs, “katanas are a very dignified choice of weapon.”
Remus snickers putting his arm on her shoulders and squishing them together in a side hug walk thing, “whaddya want for lunch?”
“To not come back” she says.
He smiles over at her, “say sike or it’s happening.”
She shrugs, “there’s barley a month left here, none of it is going to matter.”
He rattles her excitedly as they walk out of the doors making her laugh again, “fuck yes!”
________
Summer comes and goes quickly.
Remus tried to pack in as much one on one time as he could with his twin before it ended, it was full of fun, happiness and general shenaniganary.
Their annual family camping birthday trip was much bigger than ever to celebrate their graduation and Rosie’s acceptance to her dream preforming arts college.
The first week she’s gone Remus doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, this is the first time they’ve been apart from each other for a long period of time.
It’s… lonely.
Remus is happy for her even though he can’t see her often, he’d never get in the way of her dreams.
Besides, Remus is good at distracting himself if nothing else, he has so many things he wants to work on and to do, the time will pass even if he feels like he’s missing a part of himself.
And it’s not like they don’t talk, they video call each other all the time, she’s attends most of his live streams and comments on all his videos, chastising him for getting hurt on his excursions and laughing at his more silly slip ups.
He ignores some of his followers comments about them flirting, until one live stream where he’s bantering with her and in influx of ‘stop flirting’ comes through the chat.
“First of all” he starts, “that’s my twin sister.”
The chat goes crazy with ‘that’s hot’ and, ‘oh eww’ and, ‘you guys seem a little too close’.
“Second of all” Remus interjects, “I’m gay as fuck, so sorry to all you twincesters out there, it’s not an incestuous thing.”
The days sure do pass and in almost no time at all the school year is over and Rosie is back home for a while.
However, he wasn’t aware that she’d come home sooner than expected and halts suddenly in his tracks at her bedroom door, a door that is wide open with the lights on when it’s been closed for months.
She’s sitting at her desk, headphones on and... huh, interesting.
He sneaks up to her to pluck the headphones off her head, “I like the butch-y haircut.”
She swivels around with a squawk then smiles when she sees him, “Remus!”
“Why are you here?”
Her smile turns to a pout, “are you not happy to see me?”
Propping a hand on his hip he looks down at her, “I was supposed to pick you up in like two days.”
“Dad picked me up this morning” she waves her hands about with a sing song of, “surpriiiise!”
“I’m glad you’re back” he ruffles her fluffy, now short hair, “when did this happen?”
“Th-this morning” she suddenly gets bashful as she fixes her now messed up freshly cut hair.
“It suits you” he says.
“Thanks.”
Remus jolts, shit his plans for her arrival need to change a little now, “anyway-” he boops her nose, “-I’ll see you later.”
Rosie stops him as he goes to leave, “Remus wait!”
Turning back to look at her he notices she’s suddenly very nervous, “whassup?”
“I have… I have to tell you something” she then proceeds to stutter out words that are even incomprehensible to Remus.
He snickers with a motion toward her hair, “are you trying to tell me you’re a lesbian?”
That stops her babbling, “uh no” she laughs a little, “I- I’m not a girl” his twin rushes out not making eye contact with him.
Another jolt runs through Remus and now it’s his turn to stutter as something in his mind starts to connect and disconnect things, “oh! I uh okay, sure! sooooo brother?” he asks and his twin nods.
“Cool cool cool cool” why are you panicking man? he thinks at himself.
This should be fine right?
Why doesn’t he feel fine?
“Obviously I support you!” he rushes out before his rambling can hurt his brothers feelings, and gestures to the door to excuse himself, “I just have to uhh jer- no I gotta jor- jaa- mmmmaaa… I’m going to go jerk off.”
“What?” he hears his twin confusedly state as he rushes down the hall to his own room and locking the door behind him.
He paces his room, “what the fuck was that?”
“Okay let’s walk through this Remus” he gestures his hands around wildly as he talks to himself, “freaking out over your twin coming out to you as trans is not cool man, why’d that happen?”
He throws his hands up in frustration,“of course I support him and I’ll fuck up anyone who doesn’t, so what’s wrong with me?”
Stopping his pacing at his desk placing his palms down on it to peer up at the photo collage on the wall above it.
It’s all pictures of them and their friends, he looks through all of the photographs that hold his brother and a calmness comes over him.
The one and only person in the world who understands him fully, where the others presence calms the storms swirling within, where a smile is the only thing Remus needs to feel peace, the shining gold of his twins eyes makes him melt.
The chiming laugh that never fails to put a smile on his own face, the witty back and forth that he knows he wouldn’t be able to live without, the soft late night serious talks at the park or leaning against each other in their tree house.
How he can always count on the other to get into trouble with him and also get him out of trouble with that insatiable charm.
So what the fuck is his deal?
“Ffffffuck” he hisses, “maybe it is an incestuous thing.”
The more he thinks about it the more he realizes that, it’s not that big of a revelation, his very existence would be nothing without Rosie…
Rosie?
He swishes around, flinging open his door to saunter back to his brothers room- his brother who is still turned towards the door now with a look of contemplation puzzling his face.
“Sooooo” Remus begins.
His twin looks up at him, “that was fast.”
It takes Remus a minute to get what that means, “oh yeah, I wasn’t jackin it.”
His other half snickers, “I know.”
“Do you now?”
“You’re not exactly quiet.”
“That… tracks.”
A moment of silence lingers between them before Remus can’t handle it anymore.
“Odd question coming from your twin, but with the circumstances an all probably not! what’s your name?”
His brother lights up at the question, “I’ve given it a lot of thought!”
“I bet you have” Remus smiles.
“I didn’t want to change it too much, and well-” he fiddles a bit with the ring on his pinkie finger, “I want us to still kinda match.”
Remus shimmies his shoulders, “ooooh, matchy matchy!”
There’s another beat before his twin puffs up his chest, “Roman” he says proudly.
Warning! ⚠️ This post includes Fauxcest and Intox play. This is between fully consenting adults and not actually related.
Dad that gets me all drunk in his lap. I'm all giggly and clingy as he's barely tipsy. Smug and proud smile on his face as he pets me. His pretty daughter walked into this one all because I wanted to drink with him. Letting me kiss his face and grind against him. Until his bulge is trying to break free from his zipper.
Dad pushing me onto the floor and telling me to take care of it. Watching me undo his belt and zipper. Before I can start sucking on his cock he grabs my face. Forces more alcohol down my throat to make sure I'm really good for him. I cough as I finally pull his cock out. Drunk, stupid smile on my face as I put my face to it. Showing off with a giggle how big and hard it is before taking it into my mouth.
Dad moaning as he continues to drink. I'm bobbing my head trying to take as much as I can. Being all messy because I'm too drunk to care. Dad forcing me to deep throat him as I just giggle when I'm allowed to pull away. Spit and precum dripping from my lips. My hips grinding down on nothing, my poor cunt wanting attention. Until dad pulls me back into his lap when he's getting close.
Yanking my panties to the side and sitting me on his cock. Taking his so easily because I'm already so wet for him. Bouncing on his cock like the good daughter I am. He watches my tits and how my body moves on him. He only stops me to make me keep drinking. Like the clumsy daughter I am it spills down my chest but we don't care. It is a pretty sight though, his messy, drunk, and desperate daughter riding him.
Eventually I lose focus because I'm so close, I can't keep going on my own. So dad finally puts down the drink and grabs my hips tightly. Makes me keep bouncing on his cock, quicker, and harder. He's been holding back his own high. So finally he's getting it as he makes me cum too. I'm shaking as I come down with a hazy smile. Leaning in to kiss him, the kiss is messy but just the beginning of a long night dad planned.
The intimacy of snuggling with a plushie, pulling your shirt up so you can feel its fur against your bare skin, rubbing its soft little body against yours...
kissing your plushies feels good and all but you have to remember that it's a gateway drug. if you're not careful, soon enough you'll get addicted to things like kissing plushie paws, or huffing plushie nullge, or begging for their pillowy plush ass around your face. and you don't want that, do you?
[doesn't understand jacking off] and I'm supposed to... touch my penis? [shaking my head and smiling, murmuring to myself] touching my own penis... [chuckles] what will they come up with next
very normal thinking abt cock twitching and pulsing while their balls tighten n flex from pumping load after load deep inside. very normal thinking abt them groaning while they give me a creampie they can’t resist fucking in deeper. very normal thinking abt feeling sore and stretched when they finally pull out and a string of their cum connects from their fat tip to my poor abused hole cause their cock still doesn’t wanna let go. yup very normal
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