ok but like. lil bro waking up from a wet dream and you just not letting him get up until he pisses himself either sorry im not well i just really want charlie to be a lil mess next to me??!!
THATS WHAT IM FUCKING SAYING
like when I tell you I could have made this tweet I could have. like. i love when boys get desperate and bounce around and make little moaning noises until they can't hold it anymore and wet themselves and then BONUS POINTS they're so embarrassed that they're hard about it
goddd imagine this in fuckleweekverse.... you're sleeping together in his bed, his arms around you, your ass backed up nicely against his crotch, good shit, y'know?
he wakes up, realizes he's half hard, and almost bugs you.... realizes you're asleep, doesn't. until the feeling of his full, tight bladder hits him and he starts bugging you to get up. you don't realize why he's bugging you and grumble to him in annoyance, turning around in his arms and throwing a leg over his hips. you roll, pushing yourself up just enough to force him down onto his back and lay on his chest. you can hear him whimper as the pressure starts to mount but again, you don't realize the torture you're putting him through. not when you can feel him half hard against you in the thin sleep pants he's wearing, the tiny crotch of your shorts easy to push to the side so your bare cunt can grind against him.
"Wait—" he mumbles, bringing his arms up to try and push you away. "I gotta get up."
"No," you grumble back, grabbing at his hands as they try to get at your shoulders, "you woke me up for your stupid boner and you're gonna like what you get, and then I'm going back to sleep."
"N— no it's not even for that, I just really have to—"
"Yeah, dumbass, blue balls are uncomfortable, wet dreams are weird, relax. Just let me help you out so we can sleep again."
"No— sis I gotta—"
you forced Charlie's hands down against the mattress and picked up your pace. as he got harder, the feeling grew slightly less urgent, taken over by the blood flow and the ache of his cock against the soft fabric of his pajamas pants and your cunt dragging across them. once the wetness started to seep through, though, he felt a pang in his hips. it was going to be a goddamned photo finish to the bathroom at this rate. thinking about having to pee made everything so much worse, but he couldn't stop thinking about it once the feeling settled into his hips.
high pitched whines fluttered in Charlie's throat as he ground up against you, the pressure of your pussy pushing the tip of his dick against his stomach one of the only faint pressures he could rely on to hold back. it didn't work for long though, as he felt another pang of need in his bladder, charlie lost control momentarily. he let out a tiny leak, body going deathly still as his face burned and tears sprung to his eyes.
"stop— stop i have to get up, I'm gonna pee—" charlie gasped out, his legs shaking under you.
something deep in your own stomach purred at the idea, and your sharklike grin sent a chill down his spine.
"nah, i don't really feel like it. i wanna cum too, y'know." you had temporarily paused at his gasp but started to move again, rocking against your little brother's damp sweatpants rhythmically.
"please, oh god, stop, stop—" he struggled against your hands, the strength he would have used completely gone from how little he could wiggle without losing control. he pushed back your hands a few inches but another leak soaked his crotch and he froze, letting you push his wrists back down.
"oh? you wanna get up?" you purred, feeling your cunt get wetter from both your own arousal and his shame leaking through his pants. "c'mon, char, just cum for me and we'll be all done, and ill let you up to go pee."
your head dropped to your chest as you rocked against his stiff cock, the texture of the fabric a perfect friction against your puffy pussy. Charlie's whimpers only got louder as you dragged your cunt against him, making you bite your lip to hold your own back. tears pricked at his eyes as he tried to hold back, but his sleepy mind couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure.
until it wasn't pleasure anymore. the feeling bubbled in his hips, and he realized it was too late after the damage had already begun. charlie whines out against you as he leaks again, and this time, the rush of pressure being relieved is too much for him. it's pure pleasure, and he can't stop rutting against you, leaking out spurt after spurt of hot piss into his pajama pants. he's crying, overwhelmed and embarrassed and shaking...
and it's the best thing you've ever fucking seen.
"there we go, there's a good boy. just let it all out, there we go. that's right." the heat is nothing like you've ever felt and you sit up just enough that your stomach won't catch too much of the flood. as charlie humps into you, the stream keeps going. wow, he really did have to go. eventually it peters out and he's left sniffling below you, face burning, laying in his own puddle of filth. he's rock hard beneath you still, and the orgasm you crave is so, so close. you release one of his hands and it just stays there. he's broken.
you peel back the soaked fabric of his pants, line up his cock with your achingly empty hole, and sit back on it.
one orgasm won't be enough, you can feel it. good thing he doesn't have to get up and go anymore, right?
