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@viellessecretdiary
Just lost in daydreaming, imagining the next time I'll indulge in a forbidden pleasure. Or perhaps simply relishing the last. My mind often wanders down rabbit holes of fantasy, exploring the depth and complexity of human emotion. And sometimes, in those quiet moments, I stumble upon a gemstone of insight, a reflection of our shared experiences that inspires my next piece of writing.
I think of the secrets we keep. Whispers of longing locked away, hidden even from ourselves. And yet, in the stillness of the night, our fingers intertwined, the world narrows down to just two souls speaking in hushed tones. The language of touch, of stolen glances, and suppressed sighs. How strange it feels to admit that the person I desire most is also the closest kin I have.
Some sister-brother story ideas.
1. Write a story about two siblings who have a reunion and discover a newfound appreciation for each other after years apart. What surprising revelation melts the sibling's heart?
2. Imagine this - after a wild party, your character ends up in a bed with their sibling. How does the situation unfold? How does your character's feelings about their sibling change during or after the experience?
3. A brother returns home from war, changed by his experiences. His sister nurses him back to health, and in the process, they grow closer than ever before. Where does their relationship go from there?
4. A visit between close siblings turns into a night on the couch with a bottle (or two) of wine. Secrets are shared. There is laughter. There are smiles. At some point, one of them says, "I never knew you felt that way," followed by a moment of silent eye contact. What happens? What happens to your character's heart?
There exists a sweetness known only to siblings - a treat savored in secret, far from prying eyes. Like conspirators hatching a plan, we exchange whispers and giggles, relishing the thrill of discovery. This clandestine bond we forge - stronger than blood itself - binds us together in ways both fierce and tender. For when siblings dare to cross the line, they embark on a journey of shared ecstasy, crafting memories to cherish behind closed doors. Who needs public validation when you possess a private paradise?
On writing siblings
✧ arguments that start small (“stop touching my stuff”) and escalate into full-blown wars.
✧ insults only they’re allowed to use, if anyone else says it, it’s a declaration of battle.
✧ the way they can communicate entire paragraphs with one look.
✧ “I get the front seat!” shouted like a war cry.
✧ threatening to tattle just to watch the other squirm.
✧ grudges that last decades over ridiculous things (“you broke my Lego in 2009”).
✧ competitive eating, competitive walking, competitive breathing.
✧ defending each other even after spending the whole day fighting.
✧ hand-me-down clothes treated like cursed objects.
✧ the strange nostalgia of “remember when we both got in trouble for that?”
✧ subtle acts of love: saving the last slice, covering for each other, knowing when silence is enough.
✧ shared childhood trauma turned into inside jokes.
✧ “don’t tell mom” whispered with equal parts loyalty and threat.
✧ rivalry that fades into fierce loyalty once adulthood hits.
✧ secretly being proud of each other, but never saying it out loud.
✧ love disguised as annoyance, forever.
( a collection of dialogue prompts stripped of fantasy, but burning with biblical intensity of desire and ruin. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.
"I don’t love you—I consume you. And still, I am starving."
"If you asked for my body, I’d give it. If you asked for my soul, I’d bleed it out. But you want more—you want me emptied, undone, erased."
"You call this love. I call it worship, and worship always ends in sacrifice."
"Every time you touch me, I lose a piece of myself I will never recover—and I keep offering more."
"I swore I would never kneel for any man. Then you walked in, and I fell willingly."
"I would rather burn with you in shame than live holy without you."
"You will not be my salvation. You will be my ruin—and I choose you anyway."
"There are nights I pray you would stop calling me, and mornings I pray you never will."
"You are not my beloved. You are my idol, and I will die a heretic for you."
"I have given you everything but my blood, and some nights, I want to give you that too."
"When I kiss you, I taste guilt—but guilt has never been so sweet."
"You are not enough for me. Yet I would rather starve on you than feast on anyone else."
"I wanted you so much I began to want the destruction you brought with you."
"You think I desire your body. No—I desire your surrender."
"If I must betray God to have you, then let me be damned."
"I told myself I would walk away. But every time you call my name, I hear it as a commandment."
"I don’t want your heart. I want your weakness."
"You have already destroyed me, and still I crawl back, asking for more."
"You will never love me as much as I love you. And that imbalance is what binds me to you."
"You are not my sin. You are my altar—and I bring myself as the sacrifice."
"You’re not what I need. You’re what I can’t stop wanting."
"I don’t want you in pieces. I want all of you, even the parts that will wreck me."
"Every time I tell myself it’s the last time, you look at me and I believe in forever again."
"I would rather choke on your absence than breathe someone else’s presence."
"You’re not my salvation. You’re my craving—and I never stop feeding it."
"I don’t love you gently. I love you like hunger. Like thirst. Like I might die without you."
"If this is sin, then let me stay damned."
"You tear me open, and I still keep handing you the knife."
"I’ve kissed other mouths, but only yours makes me feel like I’m losing my soul."
"You call me weak for wanting you. I call it worship."
"I don’t want to forget you. I want to ache for you for the rest of my life."
"Even when you’re not here, you live in my veins like a sickness I never want cured."
"You’re not enough. You’ll never be enough. And still—I would choose you over everything else."
"I can’t stop confessing you to myself in the dark."
"I’ve ruined everything I am to keep you close—and I’d do it again."
"It’s not love. It’s hunger wearing love’s face."
"I don’t want your promises. I want the parts of you you swore no one would ever touch."
"You undo me with a look, and I hate you for it—but I would crawl back a thousand times."
"If I could strip myself of shame, I’d still keep you as the reason I fall."
"You’re not my sin. You’re the prayer I can’t stop breaking myself over."
Beautiful. Not so much what is literally written here, but what it evokes in me.
NSFW Chapter 6!
NSFW Chapter 6: Energetic.
'Cela and Syden go swimming with his little sister. Afterwards, Syden wants some alone time with Cela…'
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52088155/chapters/185145176
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Looking forward to reading this!
This is a heartfelt story of longing, loss, and the blurred lines of family love in a world where anything is possible. Felix, a young man h
A brand new cover, AND its on sale for one clam ($1.00) until September 30.
That's almost free.
From my old (deleted) blog.
no one understands how hard a good romance book hits. and I'm talking about a good romance. i want tension and banter and the most heart-melting scenes imaginable. i want to feel the characters love for each other through the pages and i want the ending to be happy it gives me a toothache.
Oh, yes.
Oh, did I mention? I have totally free smut over at literotica, and every single story is about consenting adult family members loving each other. I know, I'm a bit twisted. I like my smut to be family oriented and very loving.
If you read a story all the way through, don't forget to rate and leave a review. Every kind review warms my heart. Its the only reward I get. 🥰
(with some of my older stories, quality may vary, but a little bit of my heart is always there)
Stories by Vielle published on Literotica.com.
Small romance things that make me go FERAL
A very totally incredibly non-delulu list by Writerthreads
arm/shoulder/waist/SMALL OF THE BACK touches
HANDS BRUSHING, BUT TOO NERVOUS TO DO ANYTHING MORE
calling them by their name ("What's your opinion on this, X?") (they way they say their name makes their heart do funny things)
the way their voice goes heavy/breathy
CHIN RESTS ON THEIR SHOULDER
whispering into their ear and the way their breath tickles
non-affectionate nicknames just for them
recognising their laugh and trying to make them laugh just to hear it again
little private smirks/winks, watching their reaction when someone makes a joke
sniffing their hair/recognising their on their shampoo
eye contact so deep they feel like sinking
SMALL PECKS ON THE CORNER OF THEIR MOUTH/CHIN/FOREHEAD
recognising the sound of their footsteps
co-existing in the same space, acknowledging their presence and feeling safe
CARESSING THEIR CHEEK WITH THEIR THUMB
recognising their nervous ticks and comforting them, like putting a hand on their bouncing leg
tracing scars, freckles, moles, lines of their muscle, you name it (SCREAMS)
grinning when they blush
watching with pride as the other does a presentation/leads a mission/takes charge
making up private signals for each other
HAND KISSES
NECK KISSES
playing with their hair/brushing their hair/braiding their hair
Ah, love. That lingering warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. I love love.
That’s how I like it !
So many naughty thoughts, so little time.
