• adrian goes out of his way to see to his sister's every need and want, so she repays him.
• hello my niche community how r we feeling on this fine day
• stepbro!adrian x spoiled princess!reader, lil bit of separation anxiety, cunnilingus, fuck condoms i guess, creampie, riding, stepcest duh (if you don't see the vision literally gtfo)
It's early in the morning when you roll over in your sleeping bag, having spent yet another night in your stepbrother's secret room. It was becoming a habit of sorts, as you never wanted to sleep in your bed alone and Adrian was just the clingiest at night.
"Roll over," he'd whined, tugging you closer to him on the floor and moving you so you faced each other. "you're so far away..."
You giggled, knowing you weren't more than two inches, at best, away from Adrian. You had no room to talk though, with how you got when morning came.
Adrian was shirtless for a while as he searched for something, the sight making you smile until you remembered what exactly he was looking for.
You let out a drawn-out sigh, a yawn following the noise closely. "Adrian," Another yawn, and you scoot down under the blanket so that only your head pokes out. "Why d'you have to leave?"
Adrian's eyes flick back down to where you were resting. "I'll be back soon, you know that." He tries to calm you, but there's never much he can do when you get like this.
You continue, "We have so much already, you don't need to go..." You sit up to nuzzle your brother, lifting your arms out from under the blanket to wrap them around him while you breathe in his scent.
"Well..." He started, a hand coming up to pet your hair as he leans into your warmth. "Don't you want more stuff?"
You pause at this, but you keep on drinking him in regardless, counting down how many more minutes you can spend with your brother until he's ripped away from you by his stupid job.
He goes on, knowing that right now, material possessions are nothing compared to being with him, but also knowing that he can convince you. "Don't you want me to keep giving you money...?"
"Mmm..." You lean back a little, just enough to look up at Adrian while you consider what he's saying. You're torn, honestly, but then you think about it again and... there were a few things you wanted him to buy for you this weekend. "Yes...?"
Adrian seals the deal, nudging your sleepy mind towards distraction. "There we go, yeah, exactly. That's why I have to leave, baby, it's for you."
When you frown again, the reminder of how he is leaving you giving you a sour taste in your mouth, Adrian thoughtfully adds, "I'm gonna come back soon, okay?"
And you want to resist. In that moment, all you want to do is pull him close and squeeze him so tight he can't go, but his words are reassuring. The way his hand moves up your shirt, his thumb rubbing your hip comfortingly, convinces you that every word is true. As if you even needed any convincing... your brother loves you, he'll always come back at the end of the day, and he won't even be gone that long and...
"Okay... bye bye, Adrian." You wiggle your fingers, a lazy smile on your face. A small part of you still wants to keep him down here with you for the whole day, for forever.
Adrian notices. Holds both of your hands so gently, and makes the same promise he does every morning. "I'll be back before you know it, don't worry." The same promise he fulfills every afternoon.
Sometimes, you wished you weren't always... like this. He wasn't the type to ever leave you, and logically, you knew he'd only be gone until dinner. But he was your brother, the only one who took care of you like you needed, so maybe you were a little more attached than you should be.
"Before you go..." You whispered, looking up into your brother's eyes. He was so hot with messy hair. You leveraged the fact that his hand was already in yours and brought it lower, closer.
Adrian knew what you were up to before you did, most of the time. He knew you were a morning person in only one way, in that as soon as you woke up, you wanted him to take care of you.
He never had any problems with it, though. No, as he presses kiss after kiss into each and every area of your skin he can reach, you're laid down on top of a plush blanket, and the only thoughts racing through his head are 'i love taking care of my little sister' & 'can't wait to get off work to do this again'
Still, the dynamic you share has you feeling a little... useless, every time you think about it too long. You know he loves this, that's evident by how he licks at you, flattening his tongue like a dog, and doesn't wipe your slick off of his face, but still. You never reciprocate anything Adrian does for you, and sex isn't an exception. He always claims he doesn't care, but still!
There are only ever fragments of thoughts rolling around in Adrian's head when he's between your legs. The truth is, he doesn't think because he doesn't have to anymore. You've both been doing this so long, having done the hard work of getting to know each other's bodies and figuring out what you both liked years ago, that it comes naturally now.
Adrian simply lets it happen, as do you. Your hand's in his hair, sure, but you're not leading him anywhere in particular, nor does he know where he's going. He manages to hit all of your sensitive spots eventually, though, his strategy being to keep licking until you squeal, then keep licking that spot until you finish, or, on a day not bound by his schedule, keep licking until you can't anymore.
Your breath hitches after a loud moan and you gasp out, "Oh god!" your fingers grasping at those fluffy brown strands you adore so much. "A— almost there, Adrian, please—"
He lifts up just to mumble a cocky, "Yeah, do it, c'mon, cum for me." and let out a controlled, cool wisp of air onto your clit. When he goes back down to wrap his tongue around your clit, get you all sloppy with his tongue and suck, you do. You cum on Adrian's face, with your eyelashes fluttering as you go limp in his hold.
The excitement of it all keeps you in that sleepy state even after Adrian's licked his lips and wiped the rest of you off of his face with his hands, slurring through all your words as you wish him a good day at work.
Adrian's cheeks, chin, and nose are still glistening when he grins down at you, clearly genuinely appreciating your words, no matter how lazy and slurred. "You too."
You giggle, stretching your limbs out with a yawn. "I hardly do anything all day when you're gone except play Animal Crossing."
Adrian takes one last peek at you, how sticky the insides of your thighs are and how peaceful you look, before giving you a goodbye kiss and finally heading out. All that was for him and him only. He has to shake away the thought and push down his desire for another round after he's already made it out the front door. Focus, Adrian, focus.
Staying true to your word, you sleep for six of the eight hours Adrian is at work, like you always do. And right on schedule, you miss him deeply immediately after you wake up. More specifically, you start wanting to do something for him, that idea from earlier becoming a bit more fleshed out.
He's always the one to take care of you, to make you feel good, to comfort you when you get sad about him leaving for work. So your brother must need something from you, he must at least want you to take control for once.
Adrian makes his way back down, simply expecting you to be sitting on the couch, waiting for him. You are, it's just... "Sorry I took so long, traffic was so—"
You're radiant. Adrian has never used that word before, but he's sure this case is the perfect one to apply it.
It might as well be a vision presented to him by the gods. You, sitting there all pretty for him in the light blue and teal — his favorite color in the whole world — babydoll dress he bought you 'cause he knew you'd look good in it.
When this much of your skin is exposed to Adrian, he becomes brainless, all words escaping him. All he can do is inch closer and closer to the couch as if this isn't real, another one of his dreams he gets all red in the face telling you about. He thinks he actually might die when he looks down at how prettily the panties that go with the dress cling to your lips, the view blurry due to the chiffon skirt being in the way.
"Adrian," You give him a smile after wetting your lips. "You can touch me, you know. I am yours." You then lean closer, pushing yourself to the edge of the couch cushion with your hands on the table.
He lets you take his shaky hand and drag it up and down your soft skin. He lets out a breath that's just as unsure, his voice cracking as he asks, "What's all this... for?"
And then, you say it. The thing. The worst possible thing for Adrian to hear when he's in this state. Or the best, depending on how sore you like to be the next morning.
"It's 'cause I love you."
Adrian's breath hitches, and his hand stops where it was grasping one of your tits. You're only able to get a quick glance up at your brother before he's pushing you down onto soft cushions, kissing down your shoulder while he yanks your panties to your ankles.
"Adrian, re—" His kiss cuts you off. It's wet and trembling, his mouth coaxing yours open so he can get a taste of you. "relax, we have all day." You giggle.
"I know." He laughs, the deep inhale he takes after the fact driving home just how eager he is for you. "Just... need to..." Adrian huffs and rests his head on your chest, having given up on the stuck zipper he was trying to pull down in a rush.
"Let me help," You give him a push and set him back on the other side of the couch. You undo both the button and zipper on his pants carefully then tug down his boxers slowly, yet not slow enough for him to whine that you're a tease. "There we go."
"Just let me take care of you." You insist in response to Adrian nearly taking charge again, strong hands gripping any sliver of skin he sees to bring you closer, to make you his even though you already are.
"But... I should finger you first, right?" Adrian looks you up and down with big, glassy eyes. It's so sweet, you think, how he constantly prioritizes your comfort. But you took care of that, too.
"No, there's no need." You pull your brother into a kiss to distract him, your palm pressed against the back of his neck to lead him where you want him. Where you know he wants to go, too. Your other hand slides down to stroke his cock as you kiss, one of your favorite things to do is getting your hands on him.
However, Adrian's soft complaints of "'S good," and "need to be inside you now," gently urge you to get on with it. You can't blame him for being so needy when you're always the same way whenever roles are reversed.
Hovering over him with your knees on either side of his hips, your tongue slides over Adrian's. 'swapping spit' was never a phrase that grossed you out; it was the best part of any kiss. Wet lips sliding against one another, messy movements that never quite sync, dripping everywhere, all of it makes your tummy so fluttery. You truly do feel like you're floating in moments such as these, like you could stay here, like this always and be content.
That is, if it weren't for your goal.
Adrian's underneath you, glassy eyes expectant and waiting when you finally pull up for air you wish you didn't need to live. Oh, right.
"Sorry, Adrian," You mumble sheepishly, and as you breath in, long gasps that should register as concerning but don't, — how long were your lips joined? — you begin lowering yourself down to take him.
When his tip prods at and pushes in past your lips, your brother whimpers. He feels sucked in already, your walls clamping around him with every little accidental twitch. He leans in close and plants a wet open-mouthed kiss on your cheek once you've taken him in fully. A wordless praise, you figure, and you're not sure whether that peck was meant for your cheek or your lips. It makes you grin either way. "Please, please, I..." He trails off, his plea for something left just there.
Your cheeks heat up, and you stop, the amateur movement of your hips halting almost as soon as it began. No, it can't be.
"Adrian, baby, are you close...?" You whisper so as to not embarrass him, though you're definitely not disappointed by any means. After all, today is about him. It's just... Adrian never finishes too early, and he can usually go all night, so his body surrendering to you this quick gives you a certain power you never felt before this moment. Maybe it had always been there, and you just couldn't see.
"N— no, shit—" Adrian gasps, suddenly going stiff as a board, fingers digging into the couch cushions as he holds back. Or tries to. "Just... stay still, please, I never—" He admits, rosy pink in the face that, "You've never been on top before, it just makes me—"
You gasp, left speechless. Finally, you find the words, testing out this new dominant side of yourself. "You — uh — like that?" Adrian feels you move again, easing him out and then all the way back inside you before your hips roll again. There's just enough time for him to grab your hips and stop you.
"That, just... fuck, stop that." Adrian chokes out desperately. "Please, can't—"
He thinks about kissing you to fill the gap while he's trying to back himself away from the edge, but what good would that do? Your lips on his would likely just push him further, and he doesn't know if he'd be able to control himself. So instead, he just lies there, hoping that staying still would make the knot in his stomach disappear as if he isn't inside you.
"Look at me." You sigh, frowning. "Look at me, Adrian!" You put your hands on his face, squishing his cheeks when you lean in to make sure he's really listening to you. "It's okay. If you're close, just let it go for me, okay? I want you to feel good."
Adrian huffs, relieved. "Yeah?"
You blink, in utter disbelief he'd even be questioning that. "Yes, baby, I wanna do this one thing for you, you're always taking care of me, 'n you do so well!"
He breathes in again, deeper, and his eyes close when he leans his head against your chest. You're not sure what he's doing until you feel him fucking up into you, then you focus on helping him along, your pussy fluttering at the thought that all this is for you.
"Cum for me, Adrian." You tug at his hair a little, finding a nice rhythm to ride him. Then, with your lips drifting over his forehead, you whisper, "Cum for your little sister, I know you can."
Adrian groans lowly in your ear when he cums inside you. It's a heavy final sound, one that makes you squeeze around him again upon hearing it.
Your few seconds of rest which you were using to catch your breath are interrupted by the warm sensation of something leaking down out of you onto the cushions. "Oh! Adrian, oh my god..." You gasp, shocked even though you know you shouldn't be, at this point. He always cums so much as if you didn't just fuck yesterday. It seemed like your brother was never empty, which, in all honesty, you were quite glad about.
"How was it?" You ask him when he opens his eyes again.
Your brother's little lazy blinks are so pretty, and you think you ought to ride him more often if it means seeing more of them.
Adrian gives you a proud look and grins up at you, idly rubbing his hands up your back. Did you even have to ask? "Fucking amazing."
You don't stop Adrian when, after a pause, he flips you both over with intent to reciprocate. You run gentle fingers through his hair as he goes down and murmur a quiet, "You don't need to..." but his lips are already closing around your clit with a clear goal in his mind. You can't complain about your brother's incessant compulsion to be in control, but you can promise — silently, in a kiss you take control of — that you don't mind doing the same thing for him, whenever he desires it.
