#kinamorous

[matt-sarme]

Hapiness is your grandma's porch steps at dusk, and your sister sitting with you

Parents, uncle, aunt, cousins, grandma, everyone is busy; you just checked

Shoulders touching, knees bumping, fireflies starting to blink in the grass

She reaches over, threads her fingers through yours, brings your joined hands to her lips

Kisses your knuckles one by one, then turns your palm up and presses her mouth to the center

Finally leans in, catches your lips in the fading light

[ab-boofers]

to consider it acceptable to restrict people's human rights to marry and reproduce simply because they may produce children of "inferior quality" is to do most of the eugenecist's work for him, even if one does not consciously or purposely align themselves with him.

[dubiousdoobie]

credit goes to u/spru1f from reddit's r/incestisntwrong

[vrtni]

my love is not just your kink. that being said thanks fauxcest community for sometimes being supportive

[matt-sarme]

Swole sister who helps you shampoo by standing behind you, arms caging you in, fingers working through your hair with absolute gentleness

But the second you lean back into her, she drops one hand to grip your throat, just enough to tilt your head so she can kiss you fiercely

She crowds you against the tiles, her broad shoulders blocking half the light, water streaming down her traps and over the swell of her pecs

Hands braced on either side of your head, voice low over the hiss of water, makes you blush with one whisper

You're not getting out clean anytime soon

[matt-sarme]

Oh honey, you can clutch your Bible and your DSM-5 all you want, i n c e s t is still pronounced love

We've known each other since before light hit our eyes, and you think your puritanism is gonna outrank that?

We kiss until our lips bruise, we fuck until the neighbors know our names, we fall asleep with our heartbeats as one we wake up tasting each other's name

Call it wrong, call it disgusting, call it whatever helps you sleep

You say it's wrong to want the person who was in the same womb as me, I say it's wronger to pretend I don't recognize my own echo when she moans my name

Anyway we're making a cake right now

[matt-sarme]

I keep thinking about how "sister" sometimes sound like a warning label on something explosive Meant to keep hands off, eyes averted But what did you expect?

We learned language at the same time so we sometimes speak as one, the words I need to finish my sentence already in her mouth, her laugh living in my throat

She's seen me puke beans at 3AM, cry over a failed math test, eat cereal for dinner three nights straight, overthink a text for twenty minutes, She's seen the version of me that's sick, broke, loud, quiet, She's seen the mornings when I wake up hopeful, and the nights when I can't explain why I'm not, She's seen me pick at scabs I shouldn't, bite the inside of my cheek until it bleeds, stare at the ceiling wondering if I'm even real, She's seen the playlists I make when the world feels too big, songs that hold me together, and she still chose to climb into my lap and ride me until we both forgot our own names

My twin sister is legitimately the love of my life and we bang like it's an Olympic sport we're training for Y'all are out here swiping on apps looking for someone who gets you, while I've had mine since before we had fingerprints

The rest of the planet screams "wrong", all I hear is "finally"

She's not mine in the way you're afraid of, she's mine in the way gravity is mine I fall toward her Always have, always will.

[matt-sarme]

Fuck your sister

Fuck her until she faints from pleasure

That's it, that's the take