for my bff whiskey!! sorry if this is shitballs supreme, im bad at writing </3 :-(
big sis!lindsey X afab!reader
cw, rape, incest, violence, etc. you have been warned!
Lindsey was normally nice. Your nice and caring big sister who loved you no matter what, but she had gotten mean. Not the normal sarcasm or vague irritation, but downright aggressive with you, all for seemingly no reason.
The only real thing of substance she could possibly be upset about was the fact you had started hanging out with her bandmates. Without her.
Steve and Kitty were kind. They were funny and hot and they would buy you cigarettes. But Lindsey was pissed for a reason you couldn't fathom. You two drifted a lot due to her new aggressive behavior, and this only gave you more time to hang out with your big sister's friends.
And then Lindsey kind of snapped.
One night on tour with her band, she had caught you smoking backstage with Steve, giggling and joking around with him after MSI's set. She had practically tackled you and dragged you into the tour bus, slamming the door and making the stupid thing rattle obscenely. Lindsey'd shoved you down onto her bunk, pinning you down with her body weight as you kicked and sobbed for her to let you.
“You don't get to fucking whine, you're in the wrong!” She snaps, pushing your head into the mattress as she rummages through her stuff. “You aren't allowed to hang out with them, got it? They're going to ruin you for me."
And before you could even begin to decide what the fuck that even meant, Lindsey tugged your pants and underwear down, making you gasp and wail into the thin mattress. Something shuffles against her jeans and the unmistakable hardness of a fucking dildo presses into your shamefully wet hole, slamming forward and punching a sobbing moan from your lips.
"Sh-shut up, I'm teaching you a lesson," she grunts, the weight of her breasts pressing into your back. "Stop crying, you're fine.. you were made for this, you stupid cunt."
Lindsey fucks into you for a good 30 minutes to an hour, eventually calming down enough to pull out and remove the harness. She slips into the bunk beside your sobbing, shaking body and pulls you into her lap. She ignores the way you pound weakly at her chest and squirm away from her, too tired to do much of anything.
Her lips press against your temple, calloused fingers sliding through your fucked out and sore hole while shushing you and cooing softly.
"Shh, c'mon baby... you're so wet, you wanted this, didn't you?" Her hands brush through your sweaty baby hairs, the way she used to when you were younger. "You learned your lesson, didn't you? Don't hang out with those guys.."