kiss it better~
in today's broadcast: alexis ness has never been normal about his sweet step-sister. she's the only one who's never made fun of his belief in magic, and always comforted him whenever he was bullied. so when it's finally his turn to do the comforting, he's pulling out all the stops.
MDNI DDNE cw: fem!reader, !!stepcest!!, insecurity and bullying, fatshaming, body worship, pussy eating, creepy&dependent ness
wc: 1783 for this request
it wasn’t unusual for alexis to stick to you like glue, so when the day came that he wasn’t, you couldn’t help but feel just a tiny bit relieved at the newfound freedom of talking to whoever you wanted to without your brother breathing down your neck about whether ‘they’re good enough for you’.
what you did not expect, is for his worries to be 100% accurate.
all it took was a pair of shorts you purchased recently to have a group of girls glance over and giggle while you approached. not yet deterred, believing yourself to be quite likeable, you introduced yourself anyway.
“i didn’t know they made these in your size,” one of them laughed, completely disregarding your introduction.
another one can’t help but add, “did you even try them on before buying? i can’t believe you saw that and still thought it looked good! your legs are nearly tearing the seams!”
it seemed like everyone’s eyes were on you as the girls’ laughter echoed through the halls. the sound soon reduced itself to an insistent ringing in your ears as you whimpered an apology before walking off quickly. at this point it seemed like the walls had eyes, eyes that followed you all the way to the bathroom where you spent the next hour agonizing over what you initially thought was a miniscule adjustment in your wardrobe, made merely to fit the increasing temperatures. does it really matter that much? you sniffle, only now noticing how your thighs widen as you sit down on the closed toilet lid. the addition of the little stripes both on the inner- as well as the outer side of your exposed thigh now look a lot less cool than you were told they did by alexis.
too embarrassed to go back, utterly demotivated from trying to make any more friends, you ditch the rest of the school day. you can only hope alexis won’t scold you when he comes back from his football bootcamp later today.
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the moment your room’s door clicks shut and you fall face-first onto your bed, the faucet in your eyes opens fully. of course, the first time you try to make friends outside of alexis it goes south so badly. he’s warned you about this, told you so many times that ‘people are jealous of sweethearts like you, they’ll be mean. you don’t deserve that.’ you believed him then, but somewhere along the way you really did start craving a connection with someone else.
the friend groups that formed during lunch or the people who sat together in class made you jealous. all you had was alexis, and you didn’t even share classes with him!
but as a good little sister would, you stayed away. after all, he was always right outside the door when the bell rang, ready to pick you up and bring you to your next class. he always kept an eye out, making sure you weren’t talking to anyone.
and you should’ve kept it that way, because he was right. people were mean, girls were mean, and everyone looking while you were being berated was mean.
a few sobs in you remember you’re still wearing that wretched piece of cloth that got you here in the first place. you kick it off, leaving you in a tanktop and some random panties alexis bought for you the other day.
you flop back onto your bed, aching for alexis to be back already. the alarm clock on your nightstand tells you it shouldn’t be long, but any minute is a minute too long for you already.
but of course, what is alexis if not the best.
before you can even properly glare any tearful daggers at your closet, a knock on your door echoes through the room. he doesn’t wait for you to answer, he simply walks in with a bag in his hand, closing the door behind him.
he’s all smiles at first, greeting you happily while he unpacks a bag of snacks onto your desk, “i’m so glad you’re already home! did your classes end early?”
then he turns to face you when he hears no answer, and his face pales immediately.
he’s by your side in seconds, pulling you onto his lap. he’s always been very touchy. he’s got you straddling him, your head tucked under his chin while he rocks you gently, “what happened? did you get hurt? did you fall? i told you to tie your shoelaces better-”
he stops in his tracks fully when he hears you mumble, “you were right.”
“right? about what?” his voice softens considerably.
you sniffle, “people are mean. really mean.”
you feel his whole body stiffen. of course he’s not happy you rebelled against what he’s been teaching you for years, but he’d be stupid to think you’d never even try.
“i’m sorry,” you mutter, “i should’ve listened.”
his hands on your waist dig into your flesh uncomfortably tight, fingers likely to leave round bruises later on. tone clipped, he sounds so scarily serious you’re inclined to believe he’s been replaced by someone else. your sweet bro didn’t speak like this to you, ever. “what did they say? and who was it?”
you don’t know their names, as they didn’t exactly seem keen on introducing themselves, so you shrug, “i dunno… i wanted to introduce myself, so i did.. but then they laughed.. and said all these mean things about my shorts and my legs..”
tears well in your eyes again and your voice cracks, “no one’s ever been this mean to me.”
a beat of silence passes where the quiet is only interrupted by your pitiful sniffles. that is until, through gritted teeth, alexis speaks up, “i’ll make sure it’s the last time.”
a small smile ghosts over your lips while you nuzzle into his neck, “thank you, lexi. you’re the best.”
your eyes scan idly over your room while you remain in his embrace, until you land on the same pair of shorts that brought you here in the first place. you grimace, “might have to get rid of those, though.”
alexis perks up, “huh? why? i thought you liked them.” he straightens you up, making you look at him while you hold onto his shoulders.
you shrug again with a sad smile on your face, “i do.. but my legs ruin it.”
that has him frowning deeply, his eye twitching, “what did you say?”
you look back to him, tilting your head curiously, “my legs, they’re… big. and also have a bunch of stripes on them.”
you state it in a manner so matter-of-fact it’d convince anyone of it being the truth. and yet, alexis looks like he’s about to cry. though, before you can ask about it he’s already running his hands over the bare skin of your legs. all the way from the hem of your panties down to your knees. his voice is shaky as he asks, “you mean these? the cutest thighs i’ve ever seen? why are you saying these things like they’re negatives?”
with eyes wide you stare down at your near-tears brother. your hands fly to cup his cheeks, “alexis? why- why would you cry about that? i can just wear some longer stuff, maybe i can buy a few more pairs of sweatpants-”
his cheeks are already lined with tears, but before you can even try to find out why, his lips are already on yours. eyes like saucers, you’re rooted in your spot as he kisses all over your lips and cheeks before he forces his tongue inside your mouth. he’s frantic with it, and soon the comfort and the closeness has you melting into him. your first ever kiss!
your hands snake behind his neck, wrapping your arms around it while you press your chest fully to his.
you can hear him whimpering, his hands hurried over your thighs and hips.
he switches from tongue-fucking your face to more gentle, soft-paced kisses while he mumbles, “stop- please stop talking like that.”
tears are still running down his reddened face as he pulls away, panting. “please let me show you what i see.”
well, how can you refuse? he’s looking up at you with so much adoration, desperation… besides, you’ve just confirmed that it’s best to listen to him. so you nod, and in the blink of an eye you’re laid out on your back and sprawled under him.
his eyes take in your vulnerable, pliant form before he lowers himself down on the bed to press kiss after kiss to your stomach right where your tanktop has rolled up. he whimpers in time with your relieved sighs as the tension in your body slowly melts away.
it does catch you off guard slightly when you throw your head back, only to snap back to look at him when he nips at your inner thigh. “lexi-ugh!”
“sorry, sorry, sorry-” he apologizes, panicked, “just needed a little bite.”
he makes up for it though, the myriad of kisses that follow have you melting back into the bed.
soft praises spill past his lips, none of which are unfamiliar to you by now. alexis has had this long term habit of praising you into the high-heavens ever since you could remember.
however, this time they were definitely of a different nature.
“wanna have my head buried between these all the time.”
“i’d mark them all up, make sure people knew who you belonged to.”
“i’m gonna decorate them, have people know how beautiful i think you are.”
kisses and pecks soon turn into more languid, intimate sucks. his lips go over every single square centimeter of your thighs, be that near your knees or right on the apex, right where your little pussy moistens with every vulgar kissing noise.
his touch has always brought you the most comfort, as has yours to him. it’s not often you’re the one in need of cheering up, but whenever you are, you know you’re in good hands. your sweet alexis is always ready to give back what you so selflessly provide him.
never before has his gratitude and soothing looked like this, but with the pleasure coursing through your veins, you can’t find it within yourself to really care.
what you do care about it the ache slowly building in your core, and the slick seeping through the thin fabric of your panties.
you reach down, threading your fingers through his hair and tug.
you tug him upwards until his mouth is level with your cunt. with a pout you look down at him, “it hurts there. can you help?”
you’ve never seen someone tear through fabric this easily.
a/n: wrote this in one day idk what happened
