maybe its just the optimist in me. but i do believe we can reach a world where consang is accepted, at least as much as transness, in our society. i think it'll take a lot of work, but as long as there is value to love, we can build it! ❤️

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maybe its just the optimist in me. but i do believe we can reach a world where consang is accepted, at least as much as transness, in our society. i think it'll take a lot of work, but as long as there is value to love, we can build it! ❤️
How do you prefer your cesties to handle it after they decide to date?
They are family around others, but lovers behind closed doors.
They move to a new city and pretend to be married
They tell a select few friends, maybe family, but otherwise hide it
Complete no-fucks-given shout it from the rooftops mode
They treat it like an inside joke, laugh away those who think they're too close
Some outcome where they find a way to magically erase the taboo
They have ways theyre family, ways theyre lovers, and they just let them coexist
Some other answer I havent thought of (pls say in tags)
Late night drinking with your sister, and you shift from the catching up and inside jokes to serious talk as you both get tipsy. You get a bit closer and ask if she's seeing anyone lately, she says no, nobody ever loves her how she wants. You feel your heart break, and you hold her close, you say "they dont deserve someone as lovely as you, none of them", and feel her sob a bit about how lonely she is. You kiss her on her forehead and pat her head sympathetically, saying you know. She's so warm, you hold her maybe a moment too long, but when you finally separate, you pause and look into eachothers eyes. Her breathing is heavy, her eyes are sparkling, and before you can think she kisses you on the lips. You're stunned, wondering if that really just happened, when she says "Sorry, I've...had too much to drink," and your heart droops, but you hear yourself say "It's okay, I...I want it too," against all your better judgment. Both of you freeze. She wants to say "but we can't...", but she doesn't. Suddenly she's on you, making out with you, and both of you know the line has been crossed, the taboo has been broken. It can't be fixed again, and neither of you think it should be.
Me at the start of the year: Well, if people are into incest, I guess thats their right. It's not really my thing, but I'm not very sexual, and it seems like its a kink thing? Which, good for them.
Me in the middle of April: Huh, so there's actual adults in relationships with their family! I guess thats okay, because they're all consenting, even if this is probably not the norm of incest.
Me at the end of April: ...Oh god I have been repressing some shit
Me mid-May: I definitely have some of these feelings. They are purely romantic, though! And I can probably never say this out loud...But I think we should legalize incest. The arguments against it are entirely bullshit.
Me at the end of May: ....I am fairly certain that my entire life all I have ever wanted is to experience the double love of a consanguinamorous relationship. It has shaped everything. How could I not see this?
Me one week into June: My god I want my sister to impregnate me!! This is impossible but can you IMAGINE???
Presumably me by the end of the month: INCEST IS BEST, FUCK YOUR FAMILY RAW, FEEL THEIR BODILY FLUIDS MIX WITH YOURS AND KNOW THEY ARE FOREVER YOURS ❤️❤️❤️
if incest is wrong, i don't want to be right. i'd rather die standing for what i believe in than live kneeling to the oppressors in a pool of self-loathing. never again will society tell me how to feel.
Swole sister who cradles grown-you the exact same way she cradled kid-you
Lightning veins the sky like you remember when you were kids hiding under the same blanket fort
You do the automatic shiver-shrug, arms pulling in tight the way you used to at nine
Her arms are already looping, one under your thighs, one behind your back, lifts you like you still weigh forty pounds
Crushes you against her chest while she kicks the glazed door closed with her heel, shoulder rolling, delts shifting under her tank
Ends up on the floor against the couch instead, sitting with her back to it, you settled facing her in her lap, your knees bracketing her hips, one forearm banded across your ribs to keep you anchored
One wide hand cups the back of your head, keeps your face tucked into the warm crook of her neck
Starts that slow, lazy rocking from when you'd both squeeze onto grandma's porch swing during every summer storm, chin resting on your shoulder, warm breath stirring your hair
Rain lashes the glass but the only storm she's feeling now is the one building under your palms on her chest
You tilt your face up during the next sheet-lightning bloom; she meets you halfway
I dont just want family members to fuck, I dont just want family members to kiss. I want family members to have full romantic relationships with eachother. Ones where they go on dates and flirt and come home after a rough day and complain about work while their family pets their head and maybe half-jokingly offers to burn down their place of employment. And they laugh together knowing they shouldn't, but also knowing they are so ride or die they probably would if you asked seriously. And just that immense comfort of having someone who knows you on practically every possible level, who looks into your eyes and sees all the familial connections but all the intimate connections too...and every single "I love you" carries all of that weight with it, a million words in just three. That's what I want. The sex and kissing is just ways to express all that for me.
Swole sister who backs you into the kitchen counter after breakfast dishes
Lifts you with hands under your ass, spreads your thighs wide around her sculpted waist
Her biceps bulge as she holds you suspended, feet dangling, completely at her mercy
Wet heat of her cunt grinding along your shaft in a slow, delicious torture
Moans low and ragged against your ear, voice wrecked and hungry as she soaks your crotch
Clit dragging heavy over the head every pass until your hips buck helpless and you paint her inner thighs
Slick drag of her cunt along your oversensitive shaft is merciless, filthy slides smearing your own release back over you, mixing with her arousal until everything's obscene and slippery
Sudden tremor in her thighs, her grip tightens until it almost hurts, her head drops forward, forehead pressing to yours, sweat-damp hair sticking to your skin
Grinds down hard one last time, clit mashed against your head, whole body locks, shoulders shaking, shudder rolling through her like a wave
Wet heat floods over your cock, dripping down your balls, coating everything as she rides it out
Easing you back down onto the counter with careful, shaking hands
"Fuck", she whispers, half-laugh, half-groan. "You're gonna kill me one of these days."