Older wolf!hybrid roomate that lets you stay rent free as long as he can grope and fondle your tits every once in a while uninterrupted.
He’s gotten to the age where he’s not really interested in going out to meet new people. He’s content getting to take one of your nipples into into his mouth and jerk off while you scroll on your phone.
If you let him fuck your tits he’ll even pay for your nails and groceries for the month. Licking the tip or letting him cum on your face means he’ll treat you to a trip out of town.
You’ve let him fuck your doughy thighs once and he made a mess all over them almost immediately…
He wouldn’t call himself your sugar daddy. He’s not exactly rich and doesn’t pamper you like he wants to, but you’re taken care of and he’s grown quite fond of you.
He’s been saving up so he can knot that pretty, fat cunt of yours at some point… he just doesn’t know you’d let him do it for free if he just asked.
(For context, this is a continuation of this post!)
She fucking knows. She has to. She knows what happened in the garage.
It makes sense, since that’s around the time she started acting weird. She doesn’t talk to me anymore, and she looks uncomfortable whenever I’m around. She looked like she was going to be sick when you were brought up.
This is all your fucking fault.
I’m gonna let you have it this time. I’m sick of being your compliant, docile little sister. You’ve taken this too far.
You’re lounging on the couch when I storm into the living room. You look up at me, casual and relaxed, and it just makes me even more pissed off at you. I move to stand in front of the tv to confront you, arms crossed and fuming.
You cock up an eyebrow at me, not used to seeing me so angry.
“You look pissed the fuck off,” you comment.
“I AM pissed the fuck off!”
“What’s got you so worked up, darlin’?”
“She knows,” I say, cutting to the chase.
“Who?”
“Tiffany.”
“…Who?”
“The- ugh. From the group of friends I brought over a few days ago. The blonde one.”
“Oh, that one,” you say, an easy-going grin breaking out on your face. Like you remembered something funny. “What’s she know?”
“You seem to already have a fucking idea,” I accuse, narrowing my eyes at you. “She knows that you fucked me in the garage!”
“Oh? Did she tell you that?”
“She doesn’t have to with the way she’s been acting around me!”
“Well, I did tell ya that if we got caught, then we fucking got caught,” you answer, not even giving a full shrug.
“Is that all you have to say about this?!”
“What do you want me to say, kid? ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘I’m sorry I fucked your pussy raw while your little friends were over?’ ‘I’m sorry for breeding you in the garage and giving you exactly what you fucking wanted?’”
“What if she tells someone?! What if people in my department find out?! What if you lose your job?!”
“Kid, you’re overreacting. You don’t even know if she actually knows.”
“I’m not overreacting! This is all because you couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants!” I exclaim, curling my hands into fists and throwing them down to my sides dramatically.
“Now sugar,” you say firmly, your tone warning as you slowly stand from the couch. “I don’t recall you putting up much of a fight when it came down to it. It takes two to tango, sweetheart.”
“How could I have put up a fight when I know just what you’re like! You always do this!”
“Do what, darlin’? Enlighten me,” you challenge, leaning down to my height to bring your face closer to mine, taunting me.
“This! This shit right here!” I fume, jamming an accusatory finger into your chest. “Talking down to me! Taking advantage of me! Ruining my fucking life!”
You let out a harsh laugh, before gripping my jaw tightly, your eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Kid, I am your fucking life. I fucking raised you. I’m the fucking reason you can even go to college and meet those ‘friends’ of yours.”
“Why couldn’t I just have a normal older brother?! Why did I have to have one who thinks they own me?! Why can you only get hard for your fucking little sister, huh?!”
“Same reason you get so fucking wet having your big brother’s cock inside you. We’re fucking made for each other, baby. We’re two fucked up individuals with the same fucked up blood. You know this as well as I do.”
“You’re a sick fuck.”
“And you fucking love it.”
I don’t know who moves first, but not even a second later we’re both crashing our lips against each other. I wrap an arm around your neck, my other hand grasping the hair at the back of your head. You wrap the hand on my jaw around the back of my neck, your other sliding down to pull me into you by my ass.
The kiss is demanding, spiteful in a way. Neither wanting to give in first, we end up sharing the same breath of air for a long while. I’m still fucking mad at you, so when we finally pull away, I nip your bottom lip hard.
I don’t fully register your reaction before you’re shoving my top up to expose my tits and I’m freeing your cock from your pants. I spit in my hand and give your cock a few quick, impatient strokes as you roughly play with my tits.
When you’re ready you spin me around and shove me face-first onto the couch. I raise my hips up as you position yourself behind me, yanking my shorts and panties down. You slap my ass hard, watching me jump before pushing three fingers into my tight cunt. I have to bite back a whine, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. You thrust your fingers inside me at a fast pace, torturing me for a minute or so before taking your fingers out to coat your cock with my wetness.
We both say nothing as you lift my hips higher and line up your cock with my pussy. You slowly sink into me with a groan, matched by my whiny moan into the cushions.
You set a fast, ruthless pace again, not giving me a chance to adjust. I simply take it for the first few thrusts, but then I’m throwing my hips back into yours, meeting your thrusts with my own.
You curse under your breath, stopping for a moment as you readjust your position, arching my back higher and draping your body over mine as you fully mount me. Your brace yourself on your arm near my head and start up your punishing rhythm once again.
Not wanting to let you get off that easy, I bite down hard on your forearm, sinking my teeth in to muffle my moans.
You let out a groan that makes my cunt clench tighter around your cock, sounding of both pain and pleasure.
I keep my teeth buried in your arm as you fuck into me. You’re either not deterred, or spurred on by it, fucking into me harder. Even muffled, my whines and moans are still loud, vibrating into your flesh.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes. You fucking piss me off, but I could never say I hate you. I complain, I argue, I try to fight it, but deep down I know you’re right. I need this. I need you.
It isn’t long until you start bucking into me harder, chasing your release. A few more punishing thrusts and you’re letting your head fall forward, biting into the junction between my neck and shoulder as you cum hard.
I don’t release you from my teeth as I moan like a wrecked whore beneath you. The sound of your primal groan in my neck, the feeling of your cock pulsing inside me, it’s pure fucking bliss. You grind into my cunt, as if you’re trying to fuck your cum as deep into me as physically possible. Like you’re desperate to breed your little sister.
Big brother coming home while I still have friends over. I thought you wouldn’t be back until way later, yet here you are, cracking jokes with my friends and making them laugh. Maybe a little too much, for a couple of them. You know it too, judging by the way you’re looking at them. You’re such an attention whore.
A bit fed up and in need of some space, I offer to go grab some cold drinks for everyone. After mentally listing everyone’s requests, I head to the fridge in the garage, not realizing that you’re following me.
I don’t realize until I hear you click the lock out of place, leaving the door slightly ajar before you bend me over the bed of your truck, the tailgate long since taken off and forgotten somewhere.
“You having fun, kid?” You ask, reaching up to grope my tits, squishing and kneading them in your large hands. “You sure have been laughing a lot, walking around the house like a slut in this cute little outfit.”
“Stop it, jackass! What if someone finds us?!” I exclaim in a hushed, angry whisper. I can still hear the distant voices of my friends chatting and laughing.
“Well, they certainly won’t if you keep quiet and just let me take what I want,” you growl in my ear, yanking my tube top down to expose my tits to the warm air. I try to stop you from unbuttoning my shorts, but you simply pin my wrists down onto the bed of your truck with one hand. You then yank my shorts and panties down to my knees with your other hand, tracing your fingers back up my thigh to grasp my hip.
“That’s a good girl,” you purr, taking your cock out of your pants and giving it a few pumps. “Nice and pliant for me, aren’t you?”
“We shouldn’t do this big bro! We could get caught!” I complain, yet my limbs remain slack in your hold. You drag the head of your cock through my folds, and my pussy clenches around nothing in anticipation.
“If we get caught, then we fucking get caught. I’m not wasting another second by not being buried in this tight cunt right now.”
You start to slowly force your cock inside and I have to bite back the pathetic moan in my throat. You set a steady pace, one hand still pinning my wrists to the bed of your truck as you groan in my ear.
“D-Don’t cum inside,” I whine into my arms. “I can’t face my friends like that…”
“Oh, sweetheart. You saying you want me to cum on your face and tits then? You want to show your friends just how much of a whore you really are?”
“No!! No, please, big brother don’t-!“
“Then quit complaining and fucking take it,” you growl, thrusting a bit harder, a bit faster.
I whimper underneath you, pinned by your weight as you pump your cock into me. Even though I don’t want this, my cunt clenches tightly around you all the same.
“Yeah, keep clenching down on my cock. If you don’t want me to cum inside you, keep clenching.”
You piece of shit. I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s fucking working.
“What’s wrong, baby? If you clench down hard enough, I won’t be able to cum. Milking my cock with your little cunt like that, it’s as if you WANT me to cum inside you.”
A high pitched whine escapes me as I let my hips push back against you. I’ve felt so empty all day, and your thick cock just fills me in all the right ways.
“Yeah kid? You want your big brother to breed you?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Use your words, little girl.”
“Please breed me, big brother! Please!”
“Atta girl.”
You pick up the pace, a bruising grip on my wrists as you pull my arms taut behind me. I hold back my moans for the most part, but anyone nearby could identify the possessive sound of skin slapping against skin. My tits squish against the bed of your truck, chafing and dirty.
“Fuck, darlin’, you want your big brother’s cum inside you? Want me to fuck my cum deep inside your pretty little cunt?”
“Please please please-!”
Your nails bite into my wrists as you groan, yanking me back onto your cock until my ass hits your hips as you cum hard. I moan softly at the feeling of you throbbing inside me, clenching around you to milk every drop.
After we catch our breaths and I pull my clothes back on, we both grab some drinks from the fridge and head back to my friends. We join the conversation casually, explaining away the flush to my cheeks simply as being due to the heat. As the discussion flows naturally, you lock eyes with one of my friends for a moment, one who had laughed a little too hard at your jokes. She quickly looks away, looking guilty and ashamed.
Almost like she knows something she wished she didn’t.
your aunt inviting you over, telling you she has clothes she plans to donate, that you should come over first to see if anything fits. you blush as your aunt lays out only panties, bras and lingerie across her bed. you feel yourself freeze in place as she comes up behind you, groping your breasts, telling you she's just checking if you're the same size. you nod, even though it feels wrong, even though you feel her breathing heavy on the back of your neck as she moves onto your ass next, taking advantage of your innocence.
she lifts your shirt over your head, undoes your bra and slips you out of your jeans and panties. she laughs at your embarrassment, telling you to relax, she's just hear to help you change. to tell you what looks good on you. she sits back in her bed, watching as you try on each and every piece of clothing. letting her see you from every angle after each piece. you try to ignore the way she watches you. but it's harder to look away as she strips out of her own clothing. as she squeezes her own breasts, teasing her nipples. as she pulls something mysterious out of her side table, shoving it between her legs.
your aunt smiles at your confusion, she knows you're too sheltered to know what a vibrator is. she makes you try on the bra and panties she was just in, bringing herself to an orgasm as you're forced to wear her wet panties
Surely a caretaker knows what meds to give their trusted client. Every pill is carefully labelled and given by hand every single day. When the client would take their meds, they would drift off into a deep slumber.
Once the client was asleep, the caretaker would start their careful duties. Slowly gliding finger tips up thighs, tugging underwear down swiftly. Always gentle, always loving.
The caretaker would also strip themselves, and press their bodies together to share warmth. The warmth from their beloved patient made the caretaker twitch with excitement. It was almost time.
Slowly, the caretaker would spread their client's legs. Rubbing at their most sensitive parts, slowly leaking and getting wet at the touch despite being unconscious. The clear sign the caretaker needed many months ago that made them know this was meant to be.
Lining up at their client's wet, sleeping hole, and pushing deep inside instantly. The caretaker gasped and moaned happily, holding their client's legs over their shoulders and starting to thrust at a steady pace.
The caretaker was never too aggressive, not wanting to hurt their poor client. Moaning and the tight hole gripping them, thrusting a little faster before swiftly reaching climax and forcing a hot load of cum deep inside their client's hole.
Afterward, there was the obvious cleanup, and then a nice comforting snuggle for a few hours while their client slept. If they got a good night's sleep, sometimes their caretaker would have time to provide proper treatment again in the morning.
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