don't lose your grip

So many times it happens too fast; You trade your passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive indie oc rp blog. multi-muse. multi-verse. mun 21 + nsfw tracking tag:     thoushallntfall

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Corey was content in her perch, least of the hybrid’s worries coming from an actual animal, not when she hunted monsters far bigger than a shepherd. Amber eyes watched him in slight amusement, fascinating creatures…canines. She couldn’t help the way her lips twitched with a smile almost mocking but still, light, boots planted on the branch in her crouch and her hands moving with flawless balance to run along the denim on her thighs as she chewed the piece of jerky and studied the animal. She didn’t like hurting natural animals unless she was one a hunt and planned on utilizing the meat from a moose or a deer but a dog? Not really her thing. He was pissy about her being here and so close to a house that Corey’s eyes caught through the trees and part of her respected the animal’s claim on territory because she was that herself; animal. Fine. She stood on the branch, not an ounce of fear in her eyes as she jumped to the ground only a foot away from the pup, not an ounce of fear in gold hue as she bent down to pick up her backpack and ring dagger from the ground. It left her face only inches from the dog’s and she didn’t break eye contact as her hands closed around cold metal of her blade, flipping it in her hand to slide it back into the holster at her thigh as she straightened back up. A frequency still itched at her ear and she canted her head in pause. “Or else what?” It wasn’t a challenge a remark as moved to walk past the shepherd.

Why was she looking at him like that? She should have been looking at him like a bunny, wide eyed and fidgety. Not like this. Duke swore he could see a smile, but he ignored it in favor of focusing on her yield. Maybe she wasn’t sweating or trembling, but she was moving. That was a good start. And having her closer, her sense of sight would be keener. She’d see just how sharp his teeth were and then she’d feel it. He’d have her shaking in her boots. Duke hopped back as her feet hit the floor, smirking to himself at the thought of what her face might look like when she got a better look at him. He puffed himself up, his mass increasing as he leaned forward and his ears flicked to attention. His tail mirrored the gesture, ready to strike a cord so deep he’d gladly drown in it. She reached for her backpack. 

Yep. Any second now he’d smell it saturating her pores. 

Any. 

Second.

Now.

Or else? Or else I’ll-- She hadn’t broke eye contact. Not once. And not once did he receive the satisfaction he so suddenly craved. Aroof. The sound of annoyance was more like a whine than he’d like as she moved to pass him. She was leaving. He should have been celebrating. Instead he darted to block her path and canting his head. Where are you going? You’re a predator, not prey, and I’m challenging you. He paused for a moment and felt a click. Threatened. You should be threatened. Why aren’t you?

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She was nomadic and it never got her into trouble, more to her own opinion it got those she stumbled upon into more trouble. More often than not she passed by homes and carried on her way but every now and then a scent would slow her down and lead her off into another direction, off after whatever it was that would fall victim to her bow or her ring dagger, never to her teeth, never to her species. By now it was natural for her to track and hunt without the need to utilize her gifts. Scent found her and her eyes were trained in light and dark, speed pushing past that of the average human and her strength just the same. Supernatural Condition, was a phrase her mothers had passed around between them but she never paid mind; there were far better things for her to do and far better ways to spend her time, and inside the family home was rarely that place for Corey. 

Pushing further North into Upstate New York she’d stopped short a few acres from a home in the woods, scent hitting her once more and alerting her to the canine blood flowing through veins. It was a comfort, if nothing else, canine. It was enough to slow her trek back home to Lake Placid and she’d crouched down just outside of the line that was drenched in the pup’s scent. Clear an animal had been marking territory and while most cases Corey loved encroaching on on territory, she didn’t often invade this kind. Her boot had toed away at loose leaves and twigs, her bow on her back and fastened snugly and it stayed there as she formed a little pile of debris and struck a match on the rough metal of band she wore on her index finger, dropping it to the ground to kick up a flame. It was warm and while the temperature outside, the encroaching winter air, didn’t reach her body, she still loved the heat that came from the flames and she moved to pull a piece of moose jerky from her pocket to hold between her teeth. Looking around her it was a perfect place to hull up for awhile and perfect was in the low branch she jumped to wrap her arms around, kicking one boot up to wrap her thigh around and swinging her body up fluidly and quickly to take perch. Heights comforted and not many things did in the world. She should have guessed someone would have a problem with her presence but when long moments and passed and a low growl reached her ears, she wasn’t all too terribly surprised to look down and see the outline of the large canine stepping closer, spiked fur and a warning her…. [ A breath was pulled in ] ….his eyes, ears flat and making Corey cock her head to study it as she chewed slowly on the piece of jerky in her mouth. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the doggy bed.”

Wrong, he growled, easing out of the shadows. There’s only one side to my bed. She wasn’t a very smart... whatever she was. But she. It. Resembled her. Same sun kissed skin. Probably from traveling. Same long legs clad in rubber and leather. His ears shifted, flicking up for a moment before flattening again. Looking at her up in her perch, her big brown eyes inspecting him like a cat would a bird, reminded him she wasn’t. Not even close. Duke’s eyes darted around and an inhale brought the distraction of smoke, flame, and a few random fuzzies. No new scents, though. Good. She was still alone. He took a few steps back, his belly still scrapping the leaf ridden earth. She was high, but nothing a running start couldn’t fix. He’d done it with more than a few squirrels. Too bad she didn’t have a tail to clamp. That was his favorite part.

 I said go or else...

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A brush of her tongue past her lips and she’s sticking her tongue out at him in the most immature manner. Her feet do not stink; he would know this considering he’d been in the shower with her not more than an hour ago. Burying her mouth against the top of her teddy, his touch to her leg sends sparks of familiar tingles through her, a tight knot of pleasure forming just behind her naval. “I’ll do anything you want, daddy. We can even go up to the ski slopes, maybe you can show me how to ski a little…” Oh, she knows how, but Rosie, over the last day or so, has been doing everything possible to bond with him the way a daughter is supposed to bond with her daddy. Him teaching her things, new things, old things, things she already knows… she craves his knowledge almost as much as she craves him. “Give me an hour and then we can get bundled up and head out,” Rosie adds, wide, jade hues twinkling with delight as she shifts on the couch, pushing close to the edge to leave room behind her for him to crawl into.

Chris stuck his tongue out right back and smacked the bottom of her foot playfully. “Anything?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he stood back up. “Anything is a dangerous world, baby girl,” He should have been disturbing how easily his mind shifted from loving platonic father to dirty old man. He’d once been so apprehensive with her. So unsure of the line and where it lie and now it was so blurred he wasn’t sure it ever existed. Only weeks ago he’d dropped the bombshell that he and her mother; his sister, patricia, had committed acts that most of the world would find unforgivable. And she’d forgiven him. There was still hurt there. He knew there always would be, he wasn’t an idiot, but he couldn’t afford to squander his second chance to be her father. That meant he had to just... let go. Let go of his worries and insecurities and embrace this for what it was. A confusing fuckin mess. 

“Skiing sounds fun. Just don’t get discouraged when I kick your cute butt all over the slopes. I owe you after that card game last night,” Chris says as he joins her on the couch and wraps his arms around her petite waist. It warm, deliciously so, thanks to the combination of their sweats and body heat. He can’t help brushing up against her pert rear at least once before he kisses the top of her head. It’s too inviting. “Also, how would you feel about building a snowman later?”

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&. MICHAEL:

            there was so much pain that twinged between her thighs that she thought she might entirely lose her mind. it felt as though she had fallen upon the pavement, & scratched her privates. it wasn’t even a realistic comparison, but that was how badly she ached. even the sides of her waist were beginning to bruise from where her brother had gripped her a little bit too hard when he lost control, & pounded into her. she had never known a man’s lust before tonight, but she could honesty say she felt something deep within the pit of her stomach when she had seen her brother’s lust fill his eyes, & he had rutted into her without any semblance of control it had also made her feel quite a bit of pride because of her ability to drive him wild. but now that his pleasure had come to an end, & he had pulled from between her thighs, everything hurt. her body was beginning to bruise not just across her thighs, but over her waist, & up her shoulders as well. she had expected him to be rough, & in fact she had pleaded with him for it, but being so young she hadn’t understood what she was asking for. not truly. she wouldn’t take what they had done with each other, back even if she could. they had shared intimacy that she couldn’t even compare with anything else they had done. having him inside of her, had been like something of a gift. she had only ever known the touch of his fingertips, & every time he had brushed her swollen clit all she could do was shudder, & let out uncontrolled whimpers, but now she felt something else entirely. she felt like they had finally become as close as it was possible to be with one another. as he carried her into the bathroom. she raised her arms to allow for him to strip her of her shirt. with the fabric removed her small pink nipples hardened against her chest, pointing into nubs against the air; puckered heavily from the sudden chill. as her brother questioned her about where she had learned the word ‘lovers’ her eyebrows furrowed, & she played with her fingers. suddenly a little uncertain about whether she had used it properly, or not. ❛i heard mommy, & daddy using it.❜ she wasn’t lying about that fact, they had used it, when they didn’t think that she was around. ❛did i…use it wrong?❜ she asked him timidly. he was so much older than her, that she always assumed he knew everything. being a senior in high school, compared with her, he should have been a genius, right? she was only in elementary school, & she was still learning new things every single day. she watched in evident fascination as her brother pulled out the tube of balmex, a strange looking pad, & bandages. she shifted in the tub, spreading her legs as widely as she could, & let out a few hissing noises. oh it hurt. but she knew there wasn’t a thing that could be done about the pain except clearing away the blood. as he turned on the water, & directed the warm spray between her thighs, she jumped in her skin, letting out a heavy little cry, because even the slight pressure of the water against her sore, torn little privates hurt. severely. she couldn’t even describe what such an action was doing to her, but even as he washed the blood away more came to the surface, as the tears reopened from the spray alone. she sobbed, & tears began to roll down her cheeks as she managed to withstand the pain for a few more moments. when he finished, & began to fill the tub she felt a bit of relief. especially when he settled into the tub behind her, & pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. she felt far more comfortable now that she had him to grip a hold of. he was so filled with warmth, & she felt comfortable when her thighs were spread wide open. his words gave her comfort, & she felt her head beginning to rest upon his shoulder with a soft little sigh of amazement at the loving nature her brother showed towards her on a daily basis. ❛it feels less painful when i straddle you.❜ she explained to him, sliding her hands up his frame, & back down them. her hand sliding to wrap around the length of his manhood, she pulled up on the organ, feeling how warm that it was. ❛are you sensitive, mikey?❜ she questioned her big brother, knowing that her own pleasure nub was so sensitive that even the water was making it tingle between her thighs. she didn’t want to rouse him again however so she ceased touching his part, it was more of her childish curiosity that had caused her to touch him in the first place. sliding her hands up his chest she shook her head almost immediately at him. ❛no. don’t leave me, mikey. i want to be on your lap.❜ she slid her dainty fingers up & down the front of his chest, little flushes rising on her cheeks as she stared into his eyes. ❛i know you have, i have always enjoyed the baths you give me. you always touch me so gently…make me tingle.❜ she stared down between her thighs, feeling the swollen redness that had been caused by his need. but she didn’t regret it. she could never regret him. moving slowly she gripped one of the body lotions from the side of the tub, & poured a little bit on her hand, before reaching out to begin lathering his frame with soap. very slowly, sensually. her eyes met with his, & she slid her hand down between his legs gripping his manhood, & began to stroke him washing the blood from his prick, but also cleaning it gently. ❛you always go so slow…make everything feel so good…❜ she admitted, finding a way to work through the pain by causing him pleasure. ❛remember how you promised, you would always be close to me? did you mean that? will you?❜ she was questioning him gently, ❛have you touched yourself like you touch me?❜ it was a question that popped into her head, & she was curious. she never thought about the fact that he might actually touch himself.

Michael’s skin crawled, his sins eating away at him every time his blue eyes passed over her frail form, especially as she spoke of things no child should. Jenna had always been clever. She picked up on things no other girls her age would and it’d been eerie how easily he could forget her age on moment and be floored by it the next. “No, you didn’t use it wrong, but... you can’t call us that, not in public like mom and dad do,” he said, already preparing for that doe eyed expression, a quiet disappointment. “But yes... what we did, that’s what it makes us,” Clenching his stomach, he tried to hide another frown. He was stroking the flames, he knew it, but what was done was done, right? She was damaged and he couldn’t take it back. All he could do was scramble and soothe her worries, answer her questions and try to be as transparent as possible. Lying to her... it served no purpose, because as much as he hated what he did. As much as he wished to take it back... he’d dreamed of it. He’d woken up sticky, his boxers wet with cum at the thought of being able to bury himself between those thighs. He’d spent days in class, staring off into space as he pondered what it’d be like to be so close to her. To come together as one and fly so close to the sun their wings might burn. He’d fallen asleep wondering what being with someone with such unconditional love for him would be like, wondering if he’d ever find out. Had she been older. Had she not been his sister, he be proclaiming his love for her from the roof tops. He’d be bubbling up, exploding with terms of endearment that everyone could hear not just her... but now... he knew they could never speak of this. Ever. And he wasn’t sure how to truly make her understand.

Once he was in the tub, water engulfing him with a calming warmth, Michael sighed. It eased his nerves, his stomach, to the point where he could think a little better. And having her close again helped. He depended on Jenna, on the idea of a purpose, to keep him clear headed, but having her body pressed against him made him feel just as loved and as safe as it did for her. “Good, I was hoping this would help. I have some medicine for you too. It should dull it a bit,” He wasn’t sure he could totally erase, not without drugging her completely. He let her small nimble hands drag over his frame, knowing they’d never been completely nude with one another before. She was likely curious and given what he’d done, he felt she deserved a distraction. That was until he inhaled, stifling a soft moan as those same hands not only wrapped around him, but pulled. “Y--yes,” he murmured, rubbing her wrists despite the urge to grab them. “All boys are right there, it’s probably the most sensitive part of our bodies...” A sigh of relief escaped his lips. Good, he wouldn’t have to tell her to stop. “That’s why if a boy ever tries to hurt you, you should aim there first and kick or punch as hard as you can,” Michael smirked a little, mimicking her movements. His large hands brushing up her sides with water before his thumb flicks the puckered pink flesh standing attentively on her chest. 

He tried not to look down. He tried to forget, for just a moment, what happened earlier and pretend that they were normal. Well, as normal as they ever were with each other. They were just two siblings, enjoying time together. Even as he took the soap from her, he ignored the bruises that were beginning to form began to lather her shoulders. But then their eyes met and he found himself unsettled and aroused by the look hers held. Something he’d find in a woman, not a child, as her hands wrapped around him again, slowly stroking a pleasurable groan from his lips. “Jenna, that’s enough,” His voice was firm despite the organ hardening in her grasp. This time he took her wrist, preparing to push it away. “I meant it, but not now... Right now--” Michael paused, a light bulb appearing overhead. “I mean, there are other ways to be close that don’t mean hurting you like that,” His hand slipped from her wrist, covering her hand to guide it slowly down the length of his shaft and back up again. His thighs trembled and he could start to hear the cadence of his heart beat in his ears again. “We can’t be close like that. Not right now. It hurts you too much... you’re too little, but I can teach you other ways-- I’ll show you how I touch myself. That way I can keep my promise and you can feel better...” Another soft moan had his hips arching a little. He was rambling a little with the haze filling him up. He had to stay conscious of her position, not wanting to shift her too much as his free hand crept back to her nipple. Teasing it, he guided her touch to his tip and back down. Harder and harder it grew under that delicate touch, rising to stand between them as it began to pulse. This would help. Yes, he was positive. She wouldn’t feel like she had to hurt herself. Not if she had alternatives. And he? He didn’t have to fight the urge to tear her open. Not out loud at least. “This always feels good after--” he sighed not bothering to finish the sentence as his thoughts grew murky.

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With her favorite teddy tucked flush to her chest where she’s curled into a small ball on the couch, she watches him with veiled eyes - seemingly asleep, but never letting her eyes drop away from him for longer than a few seconds at a time. She enjoyed watching him do things, even such mundane things as tossing more wood onto the fire in effort to rejuvenate the swath of warmth filling the small living area. Her eyelids flutter shut when he spins to face her, feigning sleep she’s been continuing to do for some time now and when he tickles the bottom of her sock covered foot? A small giggle peels out of her, leg extending out to nudge her toes into his neck. She’s clean, having showered just an hour ago, wearing a pair of white, knee high socks and a large, fluffy sweater which drowns her frame and makes her appear even tinier than she is. “I wasn’t sleepin’, daddy,” she sighs, rolling her shoulders back, but not moving out of her balled form. “Why’re you so far away? ‘s cold in here.” Rosie feigns a soft shiver and a mild chattering of her teeth, hugging her teddy bear closer to her chest. 

Giggles echoed through the room drawing his lips from a smirk to a grin. “Really? Your putting your stinky feet in my face?” he feigned a scoff, knowing more than well she was freshly showered and smelling of the fruit he loved so much. “Sure you weren’t. But pretending as just as bad. We should go out and explore today,” Christopher inched closer, not enough to sate her, but enough to rub her leg slowly, giving her body some of the warmth she craved. She’d being dramatic, though, and he can’t help the tingle of delight he feels seeing her there snuggling her teddy bear. There’s a bit of longing as he watches. It’s far from sexual as he wonders if this is what it would have been like watching her grow up. “I’ll climb up there with you for a bit, but only if you promise to do something with me after. I’m old and my brain’ll go soft if I laze around too much,” he teased.

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&. MICHAEL:

             perhaps it was the fear of what kind of pain she would find when he finally was to pull out of her, but she wanted him inside of her for as long as she could have him. the heavy breathing that was leaving his chest made her frame shudder with heightened emotions as she laid her head against his shoulder. the flush was still upon her cheeks from the wetness that had sprayed them both because of her, but she noticed that he didn’t share her embarrassment, or anger. as he explained that she had simply had a special kind of release she didn’t feel as bad. in fact she felt a bit of pride inside of her heart. & a sigh of relief was given. her lack of knowledge, only further proved her vast amount of innocence. the kind that every child possessed within their soul. had she been any other child, she would be in shambles right now, deep despair from her brother’s painful endeavor between her thighs, but all she could think about was how much pleasure she had just given to him. though she had known her brother her entire life, she had never seen him consumed by pleasure to the degree that he was right now. his heart was thrumming in his chest, she could feel it as her fingers drifted, over the space she knew his heart to be. even the slightest of movements made her swollen, & now painfully throbbing center burn. she was well past the point of pain, & into the stage of agony. as he mentioned that he was about to pull out of her, she felt her eyes widen, & as he began to pull out she released a heavy set of cries. whimpers, & tears rolled down her cheeks, as the torn flesh at last was given a reprieve from his massive phallus. even softening he had still been causing damage, & her eyes drifted to her splayed thighs, seeing the blood that coated the skin. her hairless mound was a mess of blood, & both of their juices. evident tears could be see along the top of her entrance, where she had had no way of stretching further to accommodate him. there was another tear at the bottom. her lower lips were swollen to twice their normal size, & her clit was still puffed up, & sensitive to the touch. even the air that touched it, made her jerk at random intervals. ❛you make me stronger…❜ she whispered though in this moment she didn’t feel strong. she felt weakness seeping through her frame, & worse still she didn’t know how she was meant to feel. would a woman have been torn in half by her brother’s massive length? or was she simply weak? her lithe frame trembled now that his prick had left her, & she saw just how coated in both her juices, & blood he was. there was almost no piece of his length that wasn’t covered in the scarlet liquid. ❛i’m not scared, mikey.❜ she whispered truthfully, & in all honesty she wasn’t. she knew what she had been asking for when she stimulated him past the point of him being able to resist. she knew precisely what she had forced to have happen. her brother was a man now, one with needs that were unmet prior to now. she didn’t realize that he had touched himself for years because of his growing urges for her, but she had realized that he had been in desperate need of her. the only thing cream she knew would help was the cream her mother used to lather between her thighs when she was a toddler. it was meant for diaper rashes, but she had put it on to heal soreness between her legs as well. she had promised to take him inside of her each night, & any time that his need arose. she had meant every word of it, & she wanted him to know. ❛it burns…❜ she admitted softly, ❛put some balmex on it?❜ she pleaded with him, her eyes soft as she clenched her hands into fists. he promised to take care of her, & to allow for her lithe little frame to heal. but so long as she took him inside of her, she knew she would be unable to fully do so. & she couldn’t deny him; she yearned for him. ❛you’re my big brother, mikey. everything you do makes me better…❜ she whispered into his ear. her little heart pattering heavily as she trembled for him. as he lifted her into his warm embrace she hissed, as her thighs met, & she longed to open her legs again. pressing the together caused immense pain that she could barely even speak of. she remained strong in front of him however, only her tears showing her true pain. ❛does this make me your lover now, mikey? i desire to be your lover.❜ she had heard the phrase before, uttered from adults lips. she found the term somewhat endearing, & she rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her towards the bathroom. 

Maybe she wasn’t frightened, but Michael was. Jenna was too young to understand the gravity of the situation. What he’d done... Michael nodded his head, though an eyebrow raised. Balmex? Oh wait, he knew what that was. As a nine year old, he’d always been eager to help his mother, especially where it concerned Jenna. She was his baby sister and protecting her meant caring for her, so he’d helped with the cream before. Before he knew the differences between them and the lust they brought. He’d never seen a girl down there, they were both so innocent then, and as he lifted her, he wished it’d stayed that way. He couldn’t even remember what possessed him to touch her that day. All he knew was he’d been naive. Touching himself made him feel good, made him forget, so it’d do the same for her, right? He’d been old enough to know it was inappropriate. It was for anyone to touch those areas, but he hadn’t understood why. Not then. All he cared about was making her feel safe, distracting her from the storms around them. He had no idea the intense need he’d inspire between her legs or how it twist and warp her little mind like thick bramble weeds. No idea how it’d awaken a monster inside himself capable of destroying her so thoroughly like this. And by the time he was old enough... it was too late. 

As he stepped out of the closet, he looked back,debating on whether or not to bring her clothes. No, they’d be too hard to carry with her draped across him, still dripping in pain. He’d come back. “Lover?” he repeated, padding as quietly as he could down the hall, though he grimaced feeling his flaccid length, still wet with blood brushing against his thigh, “Where did you learn that word?” As they neared the bathroom, and consequently their parents room, Michael didn’t falter. Their mother was certain to be asleep and she wouldn’t stir until the smell of breakfast saturated the home. They were safe, but as he hit the freezing tiled floor and flipped on the light, the air he inhaled felt harsh. The pain of seeing her destruction in the florescence felt like thorns riddled inside his chest, blooming roses of panic and nausea as he sat her gingerly in the tub. 

“I’ll put on the cream,” he said shutting and locking the door, just in case, “But we have to clean up first and then--” Michael glanced about and dug through the medicine cabinet. God, he had no idea what to do about the bleeding or how to patch up the tears. They looked so gruesome on her delicate frame, he couldn’t tell if they were deep. Did they need stitches? He couldnt take her to the hospital. Not without explaining what happened. They’d know. It would be impossible for them not and-- blocking it out he sat the jar of Balmex on the counter along with a little bottle of aspirin, some bandages, and a feminine pad. He didn’t have a lot of knowledge about women and their cycles and he definitely didn’t know if Jenna knew what a period was, let alone had one. But he knew he had no way of completely stopping the blood and that would help. Hopefully. “Alright, sweetheart, this is probably going to sting but we gotta clean as much as we can...” Michael said softly, kneeling to remove her shirt. It was sticky with sweat and as was his. He removed them both and tossed them to the side of the room, before grabbing the adjustable shower head as he turned on a low flow of hot water. 

A shower would have been better, he was sure of it. Standing would’ve been difficult though. Michael kept the hose away from her, testing the warmth of the water. Not too hot. Not too cold. Maybe a little more heat. Yes. The tile and space made it much colder than the closet. Warmth cascaded over her shoulders as he ran it over her trembling figure and slowly began to arch down. A current of crimson followed, racing toward the drain. It made his jaw twitch as he rinsed all the excess and grabbed a wet rag to wipe the scarlet from his own figure. He spoke to her the whole time he worked, relaying what he was doing and why. Asking her how it felt. If it was too hot or too much pressure. Telling her that she’d be ok. Whether it was more for him or her, was a mystery to him. It just felt like the right thing to do. When he was satisfied, he hit the stopper and switched the water flow to the spout to fill the tub with heat. The water tinged with red but had not saturated with it, stopping the fill at her armpits. “May I?” Michael scooted her forward gently and stepped in to settle behind her petite form. “I have given you a bath since you were a toddler...” he whispered, slipping her into his bare lap once more before grabbing her loofa from a hook on the wall. “Do you feel weird or anything? Uncomfortable? Because if it hurts too much I’ll get out and-- I just thought it might be nicer this way...” 

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There’s a grunt of frustration as Christopher lugs in the last piece of firewood and tosses it into the flames. He’d forgotten why he rarely visited the mountains. They were too much work and the air was too frigid, but this was a place Rosie had longed to visit for as long as he could remember. Seeing her snuggled up on the couch, still apprehensive but forgiving, made it all worth it. The day before had been quiet and spent wrapped up in each others limbs. Gentle kisses peppered her and there filled him with hope and a low aura of desire. But it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Yes, it was quiet and that was what they’d needed. Sitting on the floor in front of the couch, he glanced up at her, tickling the bottom of her foot lightly. “Awake up, sleepy head, it’s nearly noon,” he teased.

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Call her silly for wanting the verbal affirmation to her statement, but the way he purrs against her, the way he abstains from providing her what she wants? Finley only quakes harder beneath him, her fingers stretching up to tug sharply at the soft, fine hairs at the base of his neck. Stale, new car smell becomes second hand to the smell of her arousal permeating the air with every stroke of his dexterous, talented fingers in her body - playing her with the same familiarity he plays his guitar. Unbinding and completely knowledgeable of what it takes to make her fall apart for him. A sick satisfaction swells in her; maybe her brother will make her squirt, will turn her into an even bigger trembling mess so the next time her husband falls into the driver’s seat, she’ll be left smug knowing her brother was the one to make her mess all over this very seat. 

She can feel the moment his touch shifts from tender to determined, when he forces his fingers in and out of her willing snatch in such a way she’s clawing at the side of the door with her free hand. Her back arches, breasts aching against the sweater on her frame and she’s doing everything in her power not to come undone completely. Wet heat rhythmically flutters around him, liquid heat growing more viscous with every minute that passes between them, her heavy pants filling the otherwise calm of the vehicle as her brother’s thick, husky voice speaks low against her lips. “I want to,” she answers with a needy little whimper, his muscles tensing where she grips him because she knows he, too, is so turned on at this point. “The first chance I get, I’m cumming around your cock, big brother,” she breathes on a quiet sigh, arching her hips forward when he twists just right and a rush of wetness leaks out of her as her orgasm slams hard like a hammer to a nail into her gut, knocking her breathless. 

“Yes, Finn, yes. I love you more than life itself,” Callum voice was still low, but it held a note of undeniable sincerity. He inhales sharply, tilting his head into her fingers, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling him up and making the bulge between his thighs twitch. His hand can’t help but drop from her cheek to rub himself through his jeans. Pleasure creeps through him, egging him on, just as Finley’s sounds do. Sensitive was putting it lightly when it came to how he felt. Sounds always just... they got to him in a way that touching didn’t. God, he swore he could come to her voice alone and almost did as she whimpered again, spilling promises in the pretense of her walls clenching and cumming all over his fingers.

He laughs and it mixes, turning into a moan as he shifts, riding out her orgasm with her. “I’m holding you to that,” he teases, withdrawing his fingers to trace his lips with them. Fuck she tasted more amazing than he remembered. Another throb had his lips against hers, letting her taste herself before he settled in the passenger seat. Callum spread his legs and buckled his seat belt with a content sigh. “Man, I missed that,” Another laugh and he’s looking over at her with a cheeky grin. “I swear I’m going to record it sometime,”

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