Step bro!Dennis x bimbo!reader… he could perv on her all day and she would just give him a ditzy smile and blow a kiss :3
this one is really really HEAVY on the stepcest so..be warned. hes a creep!! and a little mean!!
⋆˚✿˖° | stepbro!dennis who absolutely adores you and how you dress, act and conduct yourself. those short skirts that have the bottom of your ass peeking out, low waisted jeans that show the pretty straps of your thong that sit on your hips. if he were being honest you were like a wet dream come true. even at home you’d prance around in too short damn near sheer night gowns that left nothing to the imagination. ones that he couldn’t stare at too long or he’d get hard almost immediately. what made you even better in his opinion was the fact that you were so incredibly affectionate with him.
⋆˚✿˖° | you had taken a liking to him almost immediately, finding him absolutely adorable. and you’d always wanted an older brother! so when stepbro!dennis made it clear he loved spending time with you as well. you were absolutely elated and with that elation came affection! the physical kind, hugs when you were excited at something. bringing the man into your arms tightly and swaying side to side as you rambled off about your topic of choice. completely oblivious to how his hands tightened on your waist and how his nose skimmed up your neck. inhaling your sweet scented perfume.
sticky glossed kisses pressed to his cheeks and sometimes the corner of his mouth. leaving a shiny smear on his flushed skin. hell you’d even find your way into his room to lay about on his bed while he was in there. casually laying next to him while your long nails clicked on your phone screen. the pink of your short set contrasting with the navy of his comforter. it was a simple routine—well to you anyways. not once noticing how you drove your poor brother up the wall. it was like you were trying to tempt him but stepbro!dennis knew better, you were just a bit air-headed. and once he realized how little you seemed to..think. he slowly got bolder. just to see…
⋆˚✿˖° | first it was simple, letting his hands wander. laying in bed next to him? your head on his shoulder, he’d rest a shaky hand on your bare thigh. sitting there before he carefully slid it to the inner part of it to give it a little squeeze. the feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm had him twitching in his boxers. after, he even began to trace shapes into the skin. to which you’d just hum and reply with a content;
“your hand is warm den.” never taking your eyes off your phone.
then it was during hugs, his hands going from your waist..lower and lower and they were right on the swell of your ass. fingertips inches from going beneath the shortness of your skirt. his chest heaving as he tried to gauge your reaction. leaning back and looking at you, who was smiling all the same with a playful look in your eye before you leaned in to whisper.
“you tryna feel me up or somethin’?” paired with a giggle and a shake of your hips. your copious amounts of jewelry jingling with your silly movements.
“maybe?” his own bashful honesty surprised him.
another laugh, “but denny..m’your sister?” it was all playful coyness. pushing his buttons and straining his resolve— well more like smashing them with a hammer and sawing them in half.
he swallowed harshly, adams apple bobbing in his throat. hands moving lower still.
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on movie nights he’d start off with your legs in his lap. then transition to gently tugging you to sit atop him sideways so your legs could still rest on the couch. you happily accepting being so close to your sweet brother having no objections when he pulled you closer. stepbro!dennis who shuddered at your proximity and weight. one hand around your back and the other sandwiched between the heat of your thighs just resting there mere inches away from your cunt. so close in fact he could feel the weight radiating off her. shifting his legs to attempt to keep you off his growing boner.
it even turned into him peeping in on you in the shower, you had a bad habit of leaving the door cracked. gazing at the pornographic outline of your body through the semi sheer curtain. or while you changed, not that you didn’t already change in front of him.
often padding into his room to have him help you pick out an outfit. not bothering to make him turn around while you stood in your matching bra and panties asking his opinion on this and that.
“like, wait— can you see my ass when I bend over?”
before he could speak you were already turning around to arch your back the smallest bit. mock bending over to show him. dennis gulped, throwing a pillow over his lap as he gazed at the absolute eyeful you were giving him. a clear view of your perfect panty covered ass that was obviously on show when you bent over.
the panties were simple, pink with white hearts and a lace trim. from how you were positioned he could see the outline of your pussy. right there..basically in his face. his leg began to bounce.
“uhm..yeah you can.” he coughed.
“how much? like everythin’?” you look back at him over your shoulder, those pretty false lashes fluttering at him.
his eyes stayed on the curve of your ass and backs of your thighs as you asked. tugging his lip between the blunt of his teeth as he slowly nodded. mind too preoccupied with imagining what your cunt would look like if he were to yank down those useless panties of yours. if he spread the lips of your no doubt perfect pussy to take in all you had to offer. he thought about pushing you down to the floor, lifting up that useless denim item you call a skirt. and grinding into your ass until your underwear was soaked through. not the thoughts he should be having but you make it incredibly hard to be a good brother.
“pretty much..” he muttered.
noticing the far off look in his eye and strain in his voice you perk up. turning to look at him from where he sits on his bed.
“you’re such a perv!” it’s said with absolutely no malice or disgust. just pure amusement like he wasn’t two steps away from fucking you silly.
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on those nights you’d make yourself at home in his bed, often falling asleep. stepbro!dennis would..indulge a little. gazing at and admiring the peaceful look on your face as you slept, bonnet slightly askew and lips parted. it would have been sweet with how he fixed the satin on your head before running his thumb over your lips.
if it weren’t for how his eyes lingered on the edge of your night gown, the material riding up your thighs enough to have him heating up. it was late..his door was locked. it would be fine.
the aforementioned thumb slipped between the petals of your vaseline covered lips to dip into your mouth. he lets out a breath as he moves it over your tongue. feeling the saliva pooled in your mouth coat his finger, it was so incredibly supple inside. slick and smooth as he prodded around. freezing when your brows momentarily scrunched before relaxing. he traced over your teeth, the underside of your tongue and your inner cheek. all the while leaking precum into his pajamas.
bringing his thumb out he admired the web of spit connecting you to him before quickly sticking it in his mouth to suck it off. smiling around the digit as his hips bucked at the taste.
this was wrong..disgusting, perverse. but those facts only spurred him on. a sick enjoyment washing over him in a new arousal he’s never felt before. he just loved you so much and you loved him too right? all those signs you were giving him had to be just that, signs. his pulse hammering in his ears as his gaze went back to your night dress. the tops of your thighs so pretty in the dim light of his room. so with a final glance at your face he moves closer.
lifting the fabric enough to peek under.
his eyes immediately zeroing in on your cunt, covered by the soft cotton of your panties. this time they’re grey and white striped. a bow sat on the waistline, simple in contrast to your usual blingy fashion choices
he could see the way your curls peeked out the edges of your panties and it made him sweat. taking a finger he swiped over your slit, reveling in how your sleeping body reacted. hips twitching beneath his touch.
a few more swipes, presses and prods of his finger had him growing to full hardness. his chest felt so tight, you’d notice if he took them off right..? he shouldn’t even be doing this. only looking no touching. but dennis wasn’t as strong as he seemed. traveling up he pulled your dress the rest of the way until the hem was beneath your chin. bare breasts exposed to him.
maneuvering himself he gently sat over you, straddling you while staying up on his knees as to not put any weight on you. taking both hands now he started on your thighs skimming them up your body.
feeling every curve, dip and scar your figure had to offer. he was properly panting now, breath coming out in hot puffs as he felt you up. over your waist..stomach and stopping to palm your breasts. kneading the soft flesh. flicking over your nipples to watch you writhe. how could you be so soft..? probably that extensive body care routine he sees you do sometimes, all that cocoa butter did you well.
he was so consumed in his groping that he didn’t notice your eyes fluttering open. until you were speaking.
his eyes widen to side of dinner plates. hands ripping from your body like you were made of corrosive acid.
his mouth suddenly dry he says the only phrase that comes to mind.
“s-sorry for wakin’ you..”
instead of screaming like he expected. you whined sleepily reaching out for his hands immediately placing them back on your tits. batting your lashes at him.
“don’t stop…feels nice, please?”
before he knows it he’s prodding you open with the leaky tip of his cock. sliding his shaft through the wet folds of your pussy, the flushed head bumping your clit making you whine out. his thumbs gently spreading you open, gaze intensely staring at your cunt. the way you twitch and leak all over him, as he slides against you.
“holy fuck..you’re perfect..wanted this f’so long..y’know that?” he pants. “all that teasin’ please tell me you wanted it too,—me too..”
“y-yea i..ah—did uh huh!” you nod, words stuttered and broken up.
“this is so bad…i shouldn’t—we shouldn’t be—“ he whimpers, feeling his tip catch on your entrance. it makes his brows furrow as he bites down on his lip. “basically my—my sister..”
you let out a breathless giggle “step t-technically..?” mirroring his words from earlier in the week.
dennis huffs out a laugh, grinding the tip into you as if we was going to slide it inside. he wants too..you’re so soft and slick, it would be so fucking easy for him.
“hey..” you blink up at him, hands sliding up his shoulders to thread through the curls at the base of neck. “you s-should let me put it in..” it comes out as a desperate whine. he groans, feeling your hole twitch right over top his head.
your hips jump, chasing the sensation. pushing down towards him as your fingers dig into his shirt. tugging him forward impatiently.
“you sure..? we don’t have a..condom.” he grits his teeth.
“i…i can pull out, please..sis?” he leans his head down, desperately licking up your neck in long wet trails. pressing kisses into the skin, rocking his hips into yours. ever so slightly pushing inside making your fingers dig into his shoulders with a gasp at the stretch.
“just a little..the tip okay, promise it’ll feel s’good..you’re already this wet.”
hesitating before you give a nod, even with all your teasing you didn’t think he’d take it this far. to the point of genuinely wanting to fuck you..although you’re not complaining. the guilt mixing with the arousal swimming in your veins.
“knew you wanted it..” he mumbled with a smile against your cheek.
you chance a look down realizing just how..big. he is, you felt it before but now it’s completely different. you swallow slowly growing nervous that he wouldn’t fit.
“wait— what if it doesn’t—“
the sound of your agreement throws him over the edge. pushing inside you slowly, feeling your tight, wet pussy stretch around his cock. opening up for him like he imagined so many times, bottoming out, he’s buried completely inside you, your warmth squeezing down on him.
your hand flying down to rest atop your lower stomach. right where you feel him fill you up. not to stop him just to feel him, even as he pushed past just his tip.
“accident..sorry, slipped in..”
and now here he was, fucking into you in a way that could only be done after months of built up tension. months of sneaking touches and peeking on you coming to a head. each time he felt his cock drag against the sticky velvet of your walls with every deep thrust. his palm had covered your mouth a while ago to not alert your parents, you yourself unable to hold back your whines of his name.
“oh my god— you feel so good, s’good.” he groans “does it feel okay?” his voice is weary, laced with uncertainty, he is still your big brother after all.
you nod behind his hand, teary eyes blinking up at him. whimpers dampened. so he lifts his palm giving you a chance to speak.
“it— you’re so deep..!” you gasp, eyes watery.
dennis's face lights up with relief and renewed desire. bending down to kiss your forehead gently, his thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate trying not to get over excited.
he dreamed of this so many times and now that he’s here. instead of succumbing to his fantasies he attempts to take his time with you. in hopes that maybe in the future you’d let him touch you again..even if he was the one feeling you up in your sleep. this is his way of making up for it.
sorta. its what he tells himself anyway.
“that’s good but..it doesn’t answer my q-question..” lips brushing against your temple.
you swallow, licking your lips and nodding. trying to find the words that seem to disappear every time they form. your hands move up to mindlessly grab at your bonnet as you focus.
“feels so good, den..promise, promise it does.”
he kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips. “you know i love you... so much...”
“being inside you s’like a dream..love it so— much, y’squeezing me so damn tight.” he babbles. “gonna go faster alright?”
before you can speak he’s leaning back, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead in a dim shimmer. also thoroughly soaking his shirt. pooling at the collar, the scent mixing with the already aromatic smell of sex permeating his bedroom. it makes you dizzy, always having loved his smell. hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder he gives you a lopsided— sex drunken smile. before snapping his hips into you, making you choke out a moan. immediately covering your own mouth as you stare up at him.
“fuck, you take it so well.. the—the whole thing too..told ya i’d make it fit..guess you’re just as bad as me ha..”
the pace he sets makes your eyes roll back, hammering his cock into you with a sloppy kind of precision. trying to make it as good for the both of you as he could. his bed creaking in a way that, if someone was listen in, would be a dead give away on the deplorable acts taking place between a pair of psudo-siblings.
“mm shi— den oh fuck you’re— ah!” your moans are incomprehensible. filling your stepbrother with a certain kind of pride. the kind that comes from making such a pretty girl like yourself scream yourself hoarse on his cock.
“yeah?” he huffs out a laugh from his chest, airy and light.
leaning down, your leg still over his shoulder. he kisses you, for the first time ever. lips slotting messily as you swallow down each others whimpers, his tongue messily sliding over your teeth and down into your throat. greedy— that’s how he was kissing you.
“you—mmph—like when your brother fucks you?”
you whine “denny! don’t be so gross!”
“m’not..” he huffs, annoyed.
his spare hand drops to your slick puffy clit, circling it with his thumb. applying steady pressure as he rocks into you. determined to make you finish.
“please cum for me..be good like you have been..” he mumbles..not to you but to your cunt. it sends maddening shock waves through you. your hips bucking up towards it and away at the same time making it difficult for him to keep a handle on you.
“god, hold—still!” in an act of annoyance he meanly pinches your clit between his fingers, and that’s what does it for you. the orgasm hitting you like a brick to the head. sending your head forward to bring him down in a kiss. as your back arches, cunt squeezing him in warm pulses. coaxing him to cum alongside you, milking his shaft until he’s swearing against your lips.
cock twitching wildly before spilling his warm cum inside, coating your walls. so much for pulling out..
“den—! you didn’t..!” you whine tapping his shoulder.
he moans putting his lips back on yours effectively silencing your cries. his fingers continuing their assault on your poor clit until you’re holding back sobs.
“fuckfuckfuck” he whimpers. hips still shallowly rutting into you. emptying out all his load and then some, your pussy still stroking him from the inside out. he pulls back, spit connecting his lips to yours as he pants. face red and looking down at your fucked out expression. chest heaving he runs his hands over your tummy and to your tits. palming them softly as he stares—slightly dazed.
“sorry..” and he was, kind of.
he pulls out and back biting back a whine as his softened cock slips from your spent cunt. pushing the leg on his shoulder back, and bending it till its up towards your chest. doing the same to the other one, watching as his milky cum seeps from you slowly.
“whoa..ok uhm” he leans over to his nightstand collecting a hand full of tissues “..p-push it out”
he sighs, “just—just do it okay?” voice soft yet urging. you nod, sniffling before doing as he says. contracting your cunt to slowly push his cum out and into his hand. when it does he rubs at your leg.
“there we go..” he swallows, mesmerized at the sight of it. “lets get you cleaned up, yeah?” eyes flickering from your pussy to your glassy eyes. “m’sure we can make it to the bathroom without mom n’ dad waking up.”
