stepbrother regulus finding out orion has been fucking/molesting you…
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: stepcest or incest, molestation, implied noncon
regulus wasn’t surprised. not at all, actually. it was only natural for a family like his. still, regulus felt something akin to jealousy when he saw you standing beside your fathers office chair behind his desk, your skirt shed. he watched his fathers fingers, slip between your delicate folds, splitting open the lips and regulus could almost see the small bud of your clit peeking out of its hood. you stood perfectly still, an obedient little thing with your hands clasped and held by your chest, something regulus himself had taught you to make sure you didn’t interfere with his own molestation.
regulus lingered by the door, watching as your fathers aged fingers played with your sweet pussy regulus would devour as soon as his father was done with you. he couldn’t hear the words uttered by the older man but when regulus saw you climb atop the wooden desk, gently sliding the unfinished papers to the side, he knew what was coming and he couldn’t help the slight twitch in his trousers.
you spread your legs, planting your feet far apart as you displayed your pretty cunt to your father. regulus nearly groaned as he saw the slick folds, the familiar sight of your little clit and clenching hole making him want to barge inside and take you first. he clenched his fists, his dull nails sinking into his palm as his father leaned in, inhaling the sweet aroma of your arousal, his tongue flicking your folds only once. you squirm.
“are you only going to kiss it today, daddy?”
oh, regulus almost moans at that.
you always shook your head when regulus demanded you use that name for him and now he knows why. you had been moaning it to your father instead, letting him lick and suck on your pussy without a word of protest, likely waiting obediently for regulus or sirius to summon you, too.
“no,” orion chuckles, pressing a peck to your inner thigh, “you’re getting fucked by daddy today.” orion stands, sliding off his belt and unbuttoning his pants as he stares at your exposed pussy, his greedy fingers occasionally sliding up your glistening slit. “are you excited, sweet girl? dad hasn’t fucked this little cunt in a long time, right?”
you nod, “yes. not since mom came back. sirius said you don’t like me anymore.”
regulus’s jaw ticks. sirius had known but hadn’t bothered to tell him. he’d give him an earful next time he saw him.
regulus focuses again. his fathers cock isn’t as long as his, but it’s girthier. regulus knows you’ll cry. you always do when sirius fucks you, stretching you wide rather than deep like regulus’s long cock does.
regulus is correct, of course. you start to cry as soon as orion’s tip stretches your little hole but you don’t dare complain. regulus finds that a little odd. you did nothing but whine and complain whenever regulus hurt you, moaning about how he was too big, too rough, too much. it almost makes him wonder what your father had subjected you to when you did complain. the thought is oddly thrilling.
his father doesn’t move very fast, his aging body leaving him to fuck you slowly, lacking the youthful eagerness that he and sirius have. his silver hair starts sticking to his forehead as he spreads your legs further.
“oh, babygirl…” he groans, tossing your knees over his elbows, “look at you… such a sweet thing… your mom hasn’t been this tight in ages.”
regulus can’t help it then, sliding his hands down the front of his pants. he massages his cock, nibbling on his lip as he watches you fight the urge to whimper and squirm, a distant thought of his father and mother tangled in their sheets, engaged in sin.
he watches intently, jerking his dick quickly as he waits his turn.
stepbrother!regulus coming home after a night out, huffing in frustration as he enters your room. he flips you over, removing your clothes without warning. he carelessly rubs your clit, smearing your slick around his fingers before pushing them inside you. you whine at the invasion, reaching for his arms. he shoves you off and continues whispering about how the girl he had been pursuing went home with sirius. he’s angrier when he shoves his cock into you, cursing sirius for always taking what was rightfully his. you’re weak under him, unable to think straight as his thrusts become near torturous with his rage fueling him. you look up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. he stares back, murmuring one last curse of sirius’ name. his angelic features contort as your eyes lock, “but not you,” he grunts, biting at your neck before kissing your lips. “he can’t have you.”
