Noooo but imagine stepbro!ari praising his little step sis for bieng so quiet when their parents are in the room next door
Mafia stepbro!ari/dark stepbro!ari 🫡:
“W-Why do I have to be quiet if this isn’t wrong?”
He exhales, dragging his nose along your neck. His fingers never stop rubbing over your button, overworked and sensitive from all of his ‘playtime.’ “My dad works very hard to provide for us. He needs his sleep, bunny. And who told you this was wrong?”
You shake your head, hiding away in his arm. But Ari doesn’t like that, he hates being ignored.
A firm slap lands on your soaked panties, sending tingles through your body. “I asked you a question.”
“It was Nat! Sh-She saw our texts and said this isn’t okay—we’re step siblings…” you squeak, “this—this is bad, Ari. It’s so bad.” His hand retreats from your core and settles on your knee hooked over his. You can’t see his face since you’re between his thighs, but you know he’s upset. “Are you m-mad at me?”
“Not you, bunny.” He pets your head as a form of grounding, and his voice rumbles lowly, “Natasha… I don’t know if I’ve met her. Why don’t you invite some friends over and I’ll do the same? I want to make sure no one is taking advantage of you.”
“Really?” You turn around with wide, excited eyes. “Will daddy let us?”
Daddy. It was cute how easily you (and your late mother) fell into their dynamic. Men always knows best, men are the boss.
“I’ll talk to him. You just worry about the snacks and movies, okay?”
Your friends should learn to mind their own business. After all, didn’t they know who he was? What he was capable of? At this rate, you’ll be a motherless and friendless little dummy. And to Ari, well that’s just perfect.