#jajsmut

[1julietandjuliet1]

Sisters that sit on each others lap and get confused when people tell them its weird. Sisters who stop sitting on each others lap, but feel sad and empty because of it. Sisters who decide to keep doing it because they love each other and who cares what the world thinks.

[1julietandjuliet1]

Sisters that come from an abusive household, and when they're both 18 they escape and move in together. They take care each other, cry on each others shoulder, make each other food when the other is too depressed or anxious or sad to do anything, but what starts as lifting each other up spirals into a romantic codependence. A desperate, scared, pleading romance. The two of you do everything you can to explain why its okay, why its normal. You're just helping each other, giving each other what you never got from your parents. That's all this is, right? These excuses are whispered under shaky breaths, between kisses and moans. Eventually, you stop trying to explain it at all. It becomes a fact; unchanging, eternal. How can it be so bad if it feels so good? Why not escalate it a bit, hm? I mean, if the two of you like it so much, and if it *really* is helping the both of you, what's the problem? Go on, fuck your sister. It's exactly the therapy you need.

[1julietandjuliet1]

Yearning for my big sis right now. To be touched and groped and fucked by her, but also kissed and hugged. To be punched, cut, to bleed for her. To hurt for her, to be loved by her. I need to be crying while she fucks me, because it just hurts so good, because its better than feeling nothing and gosh it just makes my stomach feel so tingly and nice when she rapes me. But it's not rape, no? Because I wanted it. She said so! And gosh I just can't help but moan because being raped and abused and bled by my big sis feels so good.

[1julietandjuliet1]

Big sister that manipulates you with kindness, lures you in by giving you the affection neither of you got growing up. She kisses you, tells you you're going to be okay, rubs your hair, lets you cry on her shoulder, but throughout the years it becomes a bit more intimate than all that. The kissing goes from on the cheek to on the lips, crying on her shoulder becomes crying in her chest, and eventually she starts wrapping her legs around you while you cuddle her. And sometimes, with how she speaks, she seems... possessive. The next thing you know, you try to push away -- for a completely innocent reason, maybe you need a drink, or maybe you're repositioning to be more comfortable -- and she grabs you by the collar and pulls you back to her, your face inches from hers.

Your big sister lets out a low growl, contrasted only by her sweet, innocent voice. "Don't leave me, babygirl, come here."

Suddenly it's no longer about comfort, suddenly she wants you to be hers. You want that too, don't you? To be your big sister's pretty little playtoy babygirl? Oh, ignore the phone call, sweetie, we both know the man on the other end can't satisfy you; not like your big sister can.

You can't help but question if this was the goal from the very beginning, all those years ago. Maybe you hope it is, because that means your big sister is significantly more intelligent -- and scary -- than you could have possibly imagined.

[1julietandjuliet1]

Big sis giving me sloppy grown-up kisses b4 she goes to watch a movie with her friends,,, they all come to pick her up and they're all so confused about why the whiny lil sis is so flustered and red-faced and big sis is acting like she wasnt making out with me drool and all right before they got here icant lethtem know thye cant know it has to be our little secret becuz otherwise theyll wanna stop us, and i dont wannt it to stop so noone can know i make out and hump and whine for my big sis nobody no one nobody dsfhsuf sdfdnskf >~,dfjdsi11 13

[1julietandjuliet1]

I'm supposed to be writing my book right now. I'm supposed to be a *clever* girl, a *smart* girl, I'm supposed to be the cleverest little smarty-pants in the family. But all I'm thinking about is thigh fucking my big sis while we lay on the couch, or on the bed; fuck it, while behind an alley somewhere, anywhere, I just need it. How she'd whisper sweet nothings into my ear. "This is how sisters are supposed to act, it's okay. I love you lil sis; that's right, big sis loves you very much." She'd tell me how we can't let anyone know. Can't let mom know. Can't let dad know. Can't let our friends know. No, no, we can't. It's *our* little secret. They can't know *our* little secret, because then they'll try to stop us. It feels too good stop. They're just jealous of what we have. God, they're pathetic. That's why we can't let anyone know, because they're all too fucking *pathetic*. They'll try to stop us because they don't understand love, not like we do -- not true, honest love. Maybe if they had a sister of their own, they'd understand. She sticks her fingers in my mouth, tells me I look so pretty drooling all over her hands, while I lose my mind humping, grinding into her. She calls me a good girl -- *her* good girl, *her* little sister. And she's *my* big sister. It's perfect, our love is perfect. Untainted. As old as time and as wise as stone. We don't need fixing, fixing implies there's something wrong with us, but there is *nothing* wrong with us. What's so wrong about love?

[1julietandjuliet1]

What is wrong with me? Im such a freak. I came moaning big sis' name. A tear dripped down my cheek while I did, and then I read through our messages exhausted and with a limp dick and feeling sweet little warmfuzziestingles in my heart and stomach and also dick. And then I cried again -- only a little, just enough to make it pathetic. I wish we weren't so far away. Big sis and lil sis aren't meant to be separated! Its such a cruel trick of fate, that there is such distance betwixt us. It's okay, one day we'll be united, if we're really truly lucky and I'm a really good lil bunny-girl-thing for her.

Then she'll be able to make me cry irl!!! Yay!!! And Ill love my big sis even more!!! Eheheh!

[1julietandjuliet1]

I'm perfectly normal for my big sister. It's normal to think about humping her leg while she's playing her games. It is perfectly *normal* and *healthy* to want to grind on big sis' foot like a dog. A pathetic fucking mutt. Many dog breeds were made through inbreeding, you know. Just a fun fact. Why don't we be a pretty pair of dogs, then? Make the prettiest litter, hm?