🌈freaks🍓

★local zoo pervert little sis★

[zoosis-thoughts]

★ starry, it/she/kit

★ willow, she/her

★ radq nsft + kink blog

★ we're both 16-ish in headspace

★ main is @faillingatlifespectacularly, active blog is @starmilk-sobbing

★ theme is renako amori from watanare, made by us

★ adult cishet men dni, every1 else can stay

★ids

permashscars, nullage, cisnonhuman, zoo + autozoo, trisplural, transhanahaki, transspecies, fictional empathy disorder, trishallucinations, nullhuman

★things we're in2

siscest, nonhuman, intox, dubcon + noncon, freeuse, fucktoy, piss, bondage, acebreak, forcewild, overstim, somno, poly, petplay, aphrodisiac, syscest + selfcest, momcest

★x4x

pet4owner/handler, littlesis4bigsis, little4little, nonhuman4nonhuman, switch4switch, sys4sys, sys4singlet

★absolutely not

dad, cishet men, pregnancy, dykebreak

Storytime with renako: (wip)

★ Adoption

★ Training

★ Blinded

★ Family dog

★ Doll

[boy-biter]

Since I struggle to achieve orgasms with partners I think other people should focus on hurting me until I can't take it so I still get to partake in an overwhelming body sensation that makes it hard to think

[cerulean235-writing]

"Hey, sis?" began Grace as she burst through Emily's door. "Do you know where the— Huh? Um... Sis, did you just alt tab away from one porn site only to land on another?" Grace's eyes flicked between the computer sis and her frozen little sister who was sitting with one hand hidden underneath a blanket.

A moment passed, neither of them knowing what to do next, until Emily quickly moved her free hand to the mouse and closed the browser to cover up her mistake. But it was already too late to hide anything, both of them knew that much. Trying to salvage some of the situation, Emily changed topics. "Wh-What did you say you were looking for? I can, um, I can go look for it! If you just... give me a moment to..." Her voice quickly trailed off.

"A moment to what, sis?" pushed Grace. Emily hadn't noticed, but a smile had started forming on Grace's lips, and she took a step further into the room. "To clean up your fingers and do your pants back up?" Before Emily could even fully react to the sudden boldness, Grace swung the door shut behind herself.

"You know, Em, you're not exactly subtle with... all this... This isn't the first time I've seen you switching tabs when I enter the room. Why do you think I keep barging in like this? It's kind of cute seeing my lil sis get all surprised and pretend like she hadn't just had her third orgasm."

Face going red and still struggling to process just how openly her big sister had started talking about all of this, Emily just watched Grace in stunned silence. Grace's grin grew wider.

"I saw what you had on that tab you just closed. 'Gentlelovingsiscon', was it? Come on, you think I wouldn't recognise that coloured speech?" Emily's eyes grew wider, and her face reddened even further. "Oh, now that got a reaction out of you~. What, you think I haven't already seen how much you leer at my body? You're worse than some of the guys!"

"I... um... S-Sorry, I just—"

"Sorry? Sorry for what? Em, you're so busy fucking looking at my curves you don't even realise how much I look you up and down too. It's adorable. It makes me want to see you squirm, you know? Just like you are now~." Grace took another step forward, now only a small distance away from her stunned and shocked little sis.

"I know what you want, sis. And you know, I think I want it to." She placed a firm hand on her sister's head. "I think it's about time for you to kneel, sis. And get these pants off of me, too."

[blacksexkitten]

Older sister who is a total pervert, feels you up "accidentally", and makes you sit on her lap during movie night.

Getting used to hearing her sneak into your room when she thinks you're asleep to pull your panties down and rub on your cunt. Trying so hard not to whine as you leak onto her hands and feel her fingers enter you. Trying your hardest to lay still when she molests your breasts. Letting your sister violate you and never speaking up because you don't want it to stop.

Getting jealous of all the dumb cunts your sister brings home to meet your parents. Hating that you can't be together. Doing everything in your power to sabotage her relationships.

Only dressing like a whore at home to turn her on. Sneaking into her room to masturbate and leaving your panties there for her to find. Wearing skirts with no panties and bending down in front of her so she can see how wet you get around her. Rubbing your tits against her when you hug and pressing your face into her breasts.

Driving her insane until you know she won't be able to resist. Taking her hand to your pussy and telling her that you know what she used to do to you. That you liked it and have never told anyone about it. How you love her so much and want to go all the way. Telling your older sister that you want to belong to her and make her happy. Seeing the look in her eye when she realises that her little sister wants to be her personal sex toy. Making love with your sister and coming around her every night 😇

[volirm]

sitting on mommy’s lap as images of adult toys scroll past the screen. you’re shoving your face into her chest, embarrassed, as she coos while clicking on every one she wants to see in you.

“isn’t this one so cute, baby? mmm, i’m not sure if my little girl can take that. it’s okay, sweet bunny. mommy will make it fit.”

[hugmeonce]

god i just need a femme to use me. tie me up and fuck yourself onto me, ride my thigh, face, strap, i dont care as long as my princess is happy. i am truly at your service baby. just say the word and i’ll kiss, lick, suck, bite, thrust anything you please baby

[all-americanbitch]

[ickytreats]

How about...Sis and mom bonding by using a double ended dildo? Hfisnabauns

Warning! This post includes Fauxcest! This is between fully consenting adults!

This would actually be so hot, I love videos like this. Honestly all I'm picturing is a classic taboo scene where mom and daughter don't know where the toy came from. They both were home when suddenly they received the package. There's some shock and giggling as this is literally a double ended dildo in front of them! They mess around and start making jokes to each other but the mind starts to wonder.

Mom can't help but wonder if her little girl has taken such a thing before. Can't help but question her and is a little shocked by her response. She can feel herself getting wetter. Meanwhile her daughters head is rushing with dirty fantasies since they opened the box. Imagining her mama taking it and watching her. Her daughter playing dumb and asking how'd that even work. So of course mom needs to show her! Telling her to take off her panties, cooing, and getting even more excited when she sees her daughter is all wet already.

Telling her to lay back as she comes closer with the toy. Dragging one tip through her daughters folds and making sure it's nice and wet before pushing it in. Watching as her daughter gasps when she keeps adding inches into her. How her daughter grabs her own tits and bites her lip while rocking her hips into it. Smiling at her dirty little girl who obviously knows how this works. But still playing along and pulling away to pull her own panties off. Telling her to make sure not to push the toy out as she gets the other end ready for herself.

Looking at her daughter as she pushes the other end in her own wet hole. Their legs intertwine as they both take the fake cock. Cunts inches away from each other as they both are full of it. Finally they start fucking themselves on it. Moaning every time their cunts slap together. Fucking themselves and each other as they get off. Both of them cum on the toy but they don't really stop. They just switch positions and keep going. Eventually one of them does squirt and this unlocks something new. Now they wanna be as messy as they can, mom mounting her daughter and fucking the toy into her. Or daughter making them switch positions and making sure to move her hips just right so it really pushes into her mom.

They don't know where the toy came from, who sent it, and why but they are enjoying themselves. They can't stop chasing their orgasms and wanting to make the other cum repeatedly. They make out during breaks as they are all covered in cum, sweat, and can't properly catch their breaths. They don't regret this at all and will be doing it again. Even buy their own toys for next time.

[paxxthings]

i want to study someone so badly. like, what's the average maximum number of orgasms a person can go through before passing out? what happens when you edge someone for hours before letting them cum? are aphrodisiacs real? how fast does it take for a dog to be clicker trained? how well can the human body remember repeated sensations?

i get obsessed with things, and people, really fast. keep my attention, and you'll be heavily rewarded.

[do-re-miracle]

systems who are one big incestuous polycule sound off, I know you're out there

[zoosis-thoughts]

get one of those dog rope toys and we can play tug-of-war with our cunts

[zoosis-thoughts]

do you ever think abt what it would feel like to put an ice cube up ur hole cuz like the temp change has 2 feel good right?

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

Can puppy choose what type of kobold she wants if she steps into the koboldinator? 👉👈

princess has no idea !!!! go in !!!!!!!!

[puppylikespets]

Yes princess!

*Hops into the koboldinator, looking around at all the science doodads in fascination before I puff into smoke for a few seconds before appearing as a tiny two feet tall hybrid kobold (hybrid between a canine kobold and draconic kobold)*

Hmmm

*Looks at princess and puts arms up*

Puppies?

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

go get a maid outfit in ur new size now., .,. ,,,,,,,,,, , ,... .,.,

[puppylikespets]

(oops, I meant to say uppies but autocorrect is mean)

*looks down and realizes that my clothes vanished during the transformation*

Eep!~

*lets out a squeak and covers myself with my hands and runs away, my draconic tail hiding in between my legs*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

*grabs u bfor u can escape*

actually., . ,.,, hold off on getting clothes for a bit,. . .

(princess is noticeably tenting her skirt)

,. . . . .,.,.,

[puppylikespets]

*blushes as I spot the tent in princess's skirt, my tail curling around one of my thighs*

V... Very well princess... Y... Your wish is my command

*wiggles around a bit as I feel the princess's gaze on me*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

*pins u bent over on th table*

s.,,sorry., .princess isn't used2 being on top., .,,.,. . ,

*fumbling with 1 hand 2 lift my skirt*

[puppylikespets]

*my tail unfurls from where it's wrapped around my thigh, moving to help princess pull up her skirt, accidentally exposing myself even more, the spot between my legs already wet*

"I'm... I'm sure princess will do good..."

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

*th princess clumsily thrust her rather small member against u, completely missing any holes, and smeared her royal pre against ur new scales*

[puppylikespets]

*tries to help the princess by arching my back to expose myself more, though it isn't effective*

"hmm~"

*giggles quietly as I get an idea, my tail letting go of the skirt and instead darting out immediately to wrap around the base of princess's cock, gently leading it to my cloaca*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

weh!! ///v///

*princess is completely frozen and flustered*

[puppylikespets]

*shyly starts wiggling around, rubbing my cloaca against the princess's tip, waiting on her to continue, tail slightly squeezing the base of princess's cock*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

*princess is frozen completely, no longer pinning u down*

[puppylikespets]

*pouts and pulls the princess by using my tail so that princess is sitting at the table, climbing on top of her, straddling her lap*

F... Fine... I'll do it myself

*uses my scaly paws to steady princess's cock as I slowly sit down on it, letting out a squeak when I feel it push into my cloaca*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

k,.kweh!!!? !! ///v///

p,.. , .,princess h,.hasn't done i.,it like th.,., this bfor . . . .,.,.,. ., , ,. wehh,.,. .,.,,

[puppylikespets]

*gently licks princess's beak with my forked tongue to show appreciation*

"we... Well then... I'll have to make sure princess's first is... Ngh~ really enjoyable"

*starts moving my hips up and down, in a slightly circular motion, feeling princess's cock twitching inside me*(it's a perfect size compared to how small my kobold form is)

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

*embarrassedly covering my face with my wings*

>v<

[puppylikespets]

*lays my head on princess's chest so I can peek at her face from underneath her wings*

C'mon princess... Don't you wanna look how you're filling me?~

*pouts cutely going down as much as possible, my cloaca instinctively tightening*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

uwaahhhhh!!!! !!

*flapping my gay little wings*

[puppylikespets]

*Kisses princess's beak, gently pushing my tongue into princess's mouth*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

w,,wehhg,,,

*princess is tensing up*

[puppylikespets]

*moves my hips up so only the princess's tip is inside me before I push back down, managing to get all the way to the base, feeling princess's cock right against my womb*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

*wrapping my wings around u tight bfor weakly cumming*

UWEEEHHK . !!.,!!!. ,

k.,kwehh . ,.,., ///v///

[puppylikespets]

*hides blushing face in princess's feathered chest, breathing hard as I feel princess's cock twitching and spurting cum inside me, feeling the warmth of it inside me*

"th... Thank you princess... Can.. can I stay like this? P... Please"

*looks up at princess, pupils dilated from the pleasure*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

>v<

[puppylikespets]

*Falls asleep while princess's cock is still in me, tail wrapping around both of us, keeping us together*

[princess-rosiebird-nsfw]

kw,. ,.,,,,kwehh,. . , ,.,,.,,

[sweetestsixshooter]

Hey. - Chapter 13: One

You and your sister Reagan didn't manage to talk about your second attempt to kiss her before you found separate plans for the night. She asked you to pick her up from the bar, with a rare "Please?"

Chapter 12

♫ (#2)

Padparadscha. You spelled the name of the bar wrong twice entering it into your maps app, but Ray got it right. She got it right when she said it was classy too; cool purple lighting through the window, elegant bar stools, exotic plants, and the bartender's uniform is a blazer away from black tie. You'd have felt shy to walk in even wearing your best clothes, shrinking like a clownfish threatened by the gaze of a predator, but you'd have gotten to-

Stare.

You're shocked that your sister called you instead of finding someone to go home with for the night; over the last five months she's seemingly only dressed for warmth and comfort, but tonight she clearly dressed for sex appeal. You caught a look at her before she left the apartment, but it burns the blood in your face and makes your heart race to see her walking toward your car. Boots that would make people pay to get stepped on. Sapphire jeans that look like they were sown onto her curves. Three rings from right pinky to the middle, silver highlighting the elegant watch your mom gave her as a high school graduation gift. Not a strut, not a saunter, just a swing of the hips drawing from complete confidence in her looks. From who she is.

"Hey." Your mind twitches with electric static; your reaction to the word is all over the place again. She's on the aux cable immediately, the song smooth and bassy, and then her eyes are on you. It's not a spotlight this time, there's something… different in her look.

Quit staring at her, you horny idiot.

"How, was the bar?" You are curious about the answer, but it's mostly an opener to hopefully distract her eyes. It doesn't really work.

"Dry, mostly. Thanks for the ride. I, didn't cut you off with your friend, did I?" Her words are moving easily, and it's like a less tense version of nights with wine at the apartment months ago, though there's more energy here, less pause between phrases.

You give a quarter of an aimless wave at her question. "No, no, I was already thinking of heading home. Danika is a lot."

Her eyes were in her clutch when she heard the name, and she lifts to look at you, head tilted slightly. "Ah, Danika... Did you, have a good time?"

Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned her name?

"Yeah, yeah, it was good."

Was it?

Reagan holds eye contact, the rest of her body loosely frozen. "How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Her attention is very particular, and you do your best not to shrink under it when you ask "W,hy?"

"Your eyes are a little red, I thought you might have been crying."

"No, no, I just had two hits of her weed before I left. I'm good to drive, eyes are just a bit dry and I'm hungry." She nods, well placated. "Ah. Do you want to stop and get something on the way home?" She sounds almost interested in doing so herself, but you wave it off, your appetite not quite that earnest at risk of being easily overstuffed after the cookies. "Oh, no, I can just have a snack at home."

She nods, and you start driving. You figure that she'd have said so if she wanted to stop for food on her own account. You ask "I've got work from 2 to 10 tomorrow, do you want me to drive back for your car around noon?" She gives a little hum of consideration. "No, I'm not sure how long I'll be in bed… It's not that far, I can walk back." She leaned on the comment about the bed just a little bit, before her tone picked back up.

It's only four songs before you're in the apartment parking lot. You consider offering your sister a hand to get inside, but she's completely composed.

Almost.

Ray's hands shake when she puts the key in the lock, and she almost drops the keyring as she fumbles. Once she gets it inserted she flicks a glance at you and holds eye contact for a full second before opening the door and going inside. She takes a long look around the apartment when she steps in, paused a little bit in your way and seemingly taking in all the normal sights of the place with emphasis. She turns her attention to her bed and it's unpacked in the few minutes it takes you to eat some toast, but Reagan surprises you when you exit the kitchen. Instead of turning off the lights, she's laid down in the middle of her bed with her feet toward the foot of the mattress and switched on the TV. She catches your eye and asks "Do… you want to watch a movie?"

You have to wonder just how much she actually drank. She's composed, but this is… strange. You both watched a show on your bed last night, and that happened. And now she's inviting you into her bed to watch something. The electricity in your nerves could power a small town, and though there's a mote of… excitement, or something bright in you… a sparking light bulb next to dynamite. Your most prominent feeling is fear. You can't be trusted. All you do is fuck up.

Why is she doing this?

You don't have time to figure it out, you've already spent the four seconds you could tactfully delay while thinking, and you have to decide. You can't say 'maybe' or 'I need to think about it'. Anxiety screams in your mind not to do this, to not put yourself in this situation. But there's that little tiny hope, born from stupidity. So tiny, a little mote buoyed on a sea of black water. Maybe she wants to be closer. Maybe that's the new normal. Maybe this is staying the same.

You don't want to believe that you'll do it again. It was the champagne's fault last night, not yours.

Half a glass.

You've taken too long to answer. She's staring at you, and there's something in her eyes. The question.

You can't say no.

You can't actually say yes either. You shuck your jacket and climb onto her bed, terrified and pumped full of adrenaline that's trying to trick your body into being excited in a positive way. The fold-out mattress is springy, and you retrieve the remote and lie down canted slightly toward her, deathly paranoid of the short distance between you. She pulls two pillows over to prop yourselves up on and places them quite close together, and she pointedly doesn't stare at you, but you can tell from her body language that she wants to. She's usually in the mood for a specific genre, so you ask "What are you in the mood for?"

"Anything is fine. Something you like?"

You're starting to pick up on… nervousness, and it's starting to creep into you too. You fish for a cinematic candidate. "Um, Strike and a Spare?" It's a low budget but earnest comedy about bowling that you've grown fond of as a comfort movie; it might help lower the tension in the room with some good chuckles and a righteous laugh or two. She nods, and you almost think the streaming service dropped the movie before realizing that you spelled the name wrong. You get it switched on and start to watch, but your sister continues to lie on her side toward you, nervously adjusting her position too often. The first few comedic moments hit less pins of your laughter than you expect, and they're complete gutterballs for Reagan.

Letting the night play out like this might kill you. Asking what's going on will definitely kill you, but you have to anyway. "Um, Ray, uh, what's going on?"

To your complete surprise she reaches out and grabs your hip to pull you to her, your bodies touching and your head just a few inches away on the edge of your pillow.

She stares at you, struggling to keep eye contact, but diving right into a clearly pre-prepared diatribe. "I… know this has been hard for you. All this. Me being here. With how you feel." She looks up and away from you, and takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. Another. Another. A fourth, and this time her chest trembles as she breathes out. "One night." She looks back down at you. "You can have one night."

Does she really mean-

We can be together for one night?

Your chest sparks with excitement, and you open your mouth to speak, to jump on this unfathomable opportunity, but she puts a finger to your lips, and the motion silences you as sure as if your vocal cords disappeared from your throat.

"But."

"If you take this one night, I'm going to leave in the morning." She sighs, and her words etch into you like a tattoo. "I like living with you. I always have. I… missed you. I already missed you before you moved out, and I've missed you ever since. It was rough coming back to see you like you were, but I'm happy to see you better now. But, I can see the way that you still feel it. It hurts me to see you like this, still. Maybe… this is what you need. More than living with me. Being around me. So you can have one." She takes her finger off your lips and takes your hand, squeezing with more pressure than you imagine is intentional.

Color seeps out of everything in the room except your sister's face. Your voice is a strand of glass, thinner than a hair. "Why do you have to leave?"

There's a tension in her that doesn't know where to go, and it's not finding proper release in her words. "Because it'll change things, forever. I don't think you can let this go, get over me. You didn't before, and you can't now, and I think you know it." She shakes her head, more to herself than you. "Not while I'm around. Maybe, if I can give you this, this one final thing, and then I go, then maybe you'll have what you need and you can move on."

Every sensation inside and outside your head feels surreal and oversaturated enough to instantly drown in. All your feelings are tied up in knots, impossible to untangle, to figure out what to do. So much of your heart and soul is desperate to take this offer, to touch her, kiss her, feel her under your hands and lips, show her how much you love her and want her and need her. But this, living with her has been… everything. Hard as it is sometimes, having her back around has made life feel right again. Like living is no longer an obligation, a dreadful march between sleep and emotional exhaustion and right back to sleep with nothing in between. You can feel that awful pressure, that need, that demand deep in your heart to have more. You look at her lips, pink and thin and pursed at you, the arbiter of all the judgment you've ever felt mattered in your life. You take too long to respond and she looks back at you, eyes staring deep, knowing what you want and sensing the war inside you, but her gaze is tender.

And vulnerable.

The moments stretch, your heart races in a death sprint, blood pressure builds, the noise in your head grows in intensity and drowns out conscious thought, and it all boils over into the decision-

You roll away and stare at the ceiling. Your heart is decaying in your ribcage, but there's a single truth burning in its center. She's not going to leave. She's going to stay. You can't have her, but you can keep this. You finally managed to stop. To make the right choice. Do what she needed you to do. Be the right person to keep in her life.

You turn your head to look at Ray and ask "You'll stay? No matter what?"

Your sister's eyes are more resolute, less vulnerable. "Yes Cadence, I'll stay. No matter what." There's more conviction in her face than you've ever seen in a person. "But it needs to be over."

You release your sister's hand, and she releases yours. A pair of tears break from your eyes, but then they stop. Shutters already slamming into place, hatches being sealed, streetlights shutting off, veins closing.

You nod.

It's over.

But she'll stay. No matter what.

It's a quiet thing, giving up.

It happens little by little. Letting go of habits. Watching feelings pass by.

Making the changes that make it easier. Sitting further away on the couch. Picking suspense movies that pull you out of your mind instead of comedies you don't always have the laughs for. No wine, no champagne. Not for you. Edging further away when you pass each other in tight spaces of the apartment.

Empty. Shifts come and go and you're just there.

Life isn't there when she's not around. The apartment is a museum and you don't touch the exhibits. Your bed is there. Your bed is nice. Neddie is your friend.

You have to warm up eventually. You apologize to your sister for taking so much time to adjust. She says it's okay. You believe her.

Two weeks go by. Morning walks are warmer, the sun heating life up. You're warmer. You're texting again, asking about dinner and lunch and things you need from the store.

You come home after a double shift and she has a gift for you. A manta ray plush from the aquarium, with a little purple bow on it. She smiles and hands it to you, and you smile back. You take the bow off and put it on her chest. You don't know why. She half-smiles again, a shadow on her face. She hugs you tight, and you hug back. You break the hug first. You sit alone on your bed with the manta ray for a long time. It needs a name.

You can't decide, so you ask your sister to name it. She comes to sit on your bed with you and look at the stuffed animal for a while, and she reaches around your shoulders to gently hold you to her. You abide the contact; it's easy when you don't initiate it. It doesn't seem like she'll have a name for her gift, but she does: "Heim. German for 'home'." You hug it to your chest, and Reagan hugs you. You take the deepest breath you can, and let it out. "Heim." Weeks of built up stress exhale from you, stale and ready to leave. You turn your head to look at your sister and let a little bit more of her back into your heart.

Her face is too close. She's right there, staring into your eyes. Within reach.

So you look away, take a second, and stand up. Ray's arms fall off of you, and you turn to place the stuffed animal on the bed, then go to heat up leftovers for dinner. She doesn't say anything, and you don't look at her.

She invites you to the bar again. You give it real consideration, but turn it down gracefully. It's easy. She comes home after and strikes up a conversation, telling you about another book she's been reading, a mystery set in the wild west with a protagonist with a 'split personality'. It seems interesting, and you might give it a shot. She'll lend it to you as soon as she finishes, she's very excited to get to the end, so it won't be long. It's a good conversation. Warm and easy. Maybe it was so smooth because she had a few drinks first. The other conversations are good too, Saturdays are nice.

Life is simple. Easy. There's little murmurs of those feelings when the light through the blinds catches your sister in just the right way and it makes her glow. When your hands touch while grabbing the first slices out of a box of pizza. When she comes home in a crop top and shorts that show more skin than they cover. When you reminisce about the old days, talking about trips to water parks with your mom when you were still hiding things. It's nice to be able to feel open about it. You don't really bring it up more than once or twice, but it's not the elephant in the room, it's the elephant in the past. You don't blush about those memories anymore.

Giving up could have been louder. It could have been wailing into your bedsheets and being torn in half. But that's not why you cried in the eight months after you moved out, you cried because you hurt your sister and got slapped and lost your family, home, and career plans. You never really gave up on the crush back then. Not like now.

This time Reagan stayed. That's what matters.

She occasionally picks up her current book and fiddles with it while you watch things. She never opens it, but she fidgets. It's strange for her, but that's her business. Her receipt bookmark is near the end of the cowboy book, but it's been there for a couple weeks. The icon at the top of the folded paper looks vaguely like the aquarium's logo. It must have been convenient when she started reading.

Ray starts to look at you. Sideways looks at first on the couch, then head-on when you walk through the room. She takes your hand without a reason while you watch a Diamondback Riders episode. It doesn't mean anything. You hold it until you have to get up to use the restroom, and you don't take her hand again when you sit back down. She looks at you again. She misses a whole scene of the show while she looks as you, so you look back. She hasn't plucked her eyebrows for a few weeks, and they're sharp and discerning. You give her a smile, and you mean it. You don't know if she means it when she smiles back.

And then she cracks the glass.

"I want it. One night."

She has you pressed against the wall with her hips and her face is inches from yours. Her hands are on your waist, her eyes are blazing and she's outright sweating. She bites her lip nervously while she waits for your response.

Your heart jumps, but then reflex slaps itself back into its previous position with conviction. "You… want what?"

She's breathy. "That one night. I… need it."

Against your will, your brain pictures it. Leaning forward right now to kiss her. More cracks spiderweb the glass and the fractures are lit with a burning red fear.

You need that glass. It's protecting you, protecting everything in this apartment, both of your lives. You have to save it. She can't just break the glass and then disappear. "But… that means you'll leave after. I…" You stop and take a deep breath, and it fortifies you. "I, can't deal with that, can't handle that. I need you to stay. With me. No matter what."

Every part of her body is charged with so much electricity you're shocked her hair isn't standing on end. "I… won't leave. It's just physical. I need it. Tonight." Your eyebrows knit together in fear and apprehension and disbelief. She says it again: "I won't leave. It's just one night. And it's just physical." You smell for alcohol on her breath and find none.

Tears start to wet your eyes. After all this work. After adjusting, after finding a new peace, she's doing this to you.

And you. You thought you won. Like an absolute fool. A dumbass. When someone reforms from alcohol addiction, counselors sometimes reinforce the idea that the person quitting is always an alcoholic. Whether they're drinking actively or they've been sober for ten years, they still always have the possibility to slip back into it again. It's become a permanent weakness.

You're always going to be a sisterlover. Something wrong. Something broken. Always hers, even if she wasn't yours.

You take too long to respond, and it doesn't matter. You think you're crying, but there's so much pressure in your head and you're lost in your mind.

You know you were never going to look for another woman to date, no matter how much progress you made moving on.

You know you were just repressing everything. It was working, but there was always going to be that darkened part of your heart that would eat at you in little ways for the rest of your life. A little pinprick in your soul, leaking happiness in salty ocean tears that you wouldn't let yourself cry.

She wants it.

It's just one night.

She won't leave.

She says it's just physical.

Maybe it'll just be physical for her. You know it'll be more to you. If you tell her that she'll take it back and you won't get this.

She needs it.

So do you.

You think it's emotion blurring your eyes as you dart forward. It might be the tears. Your lips touch, you take the kiss that your deepest soul has always wanted more than life itself, consensual and impossible and brilliant and searing the moment into your mind more permanently than a red hot iron brand.

You kiss her, and it's… everything. Fireworks, electric shock, your heart overflowing with love and need after months of vanilla mediocrity. She's fire against you, sweaty and needy and desperate and she kisses you back, hot and raw in her own way. She demands everything from you, not understanding that she broke the peace, the serenity, the possibility of stability.

She's feral and forceful and conviction, but she's still her, with exactly one bolt of control screwed into her body, desperate to leap down the stairs but holding herself back to take it 'slower', maybe for your sake, or maybe because she wants to linger on every one of these thresholds, wanting to make it last on the one night you can touch, the one night her body can be real with you and your heart be real with her, even if you have to protect yours with a shield of pretend, hiding that tiny vulnerable truth that this will break you.

Her pressure is so strong, her moist lips are so active and all over yours, her tongue has more questions than you have answers, and a little dial of jealousy twists a notch in the back of your mind that her hookups have gotten this from her, before the knob unspins and snaps off because who cares about them, they're not here now and they're not being nipped at with bites that you can tell are being held back to keep you from yelping. She's sucking at your lips like she can't stand them to be away from her when she pulls back and you're a rainbow of psychedelic arousal and a kaleidoscope of emotion swimming in it, flashing between liquid and crystal and light and sparks like every firework at the fourth of July lit in one massive eternal beacon fated to burn out in a majestic and tragic final display of passion.

She's barely getting breaths in between frantic kisses, and you're not getting air in at all. You break for a second to pull away and let your lungs find relief, and she immediately darts to the side and nips at your jaw, just enough to make you squeak, and then she's on your neck, doing everything a human could possibly do to that flesh, licking with short movements and long strokes of pressure, biting at tiny delicate points and digging into other spots enough to make you gasp out breaths you barely drew in, sinking teeth lightly in with obvious deliberate restraint that your subcutaneous layer of vulnerability thanks her for. She lights your skin with nonstop hickeys, instantly assessing your responding moans and squeals with perfect acuity to learn the exact pace to get exactly the reaction she wants, hard-light-light-light-medium-light-medium-hard-light and capping it off with a bite preceded by heated exhalations that make your blood boil with lines of black need and liquid gold. Smart brain pokes through the horny brain for a second and you realize why she's in a tight white tank top with no bra, along with the tight pink shorts she was wearing on the day of your confession. You wish you weren't wearing sweatpants. You don't expect that you will be for very long.

Just when you realize your brain is about ready to collapse onto the floor you reach up to guide her by the jaw back to your face and you dive onto her lips, reversing the energy with a need and absolute demand to show her everything you can, to bleed it all out through your tongue and little tentative nips at her lips with a pressure from your teeth that you're too scared to be certain of in your inexperience. You press your hands to her back to push her against you until you overwhelm yourself by your own intensity and take her cheeks in your hands again to enforce distance when you need a second's pause to breathe before diving back in again. Little swirls of horny logic find diodes to charge in your mind and you push her back a foot, and a little black tunnel of fear opens in her dilated eyes at perceived rejection before you follow her motion with a small step, then another to guide her back to your bed and push her down, straddling her to continue with your mouth while your hands move down to run across her chest. Slow at first, but increasing in intensity with each stroke until you're squeezing in earnest, and feeling her moans in your mouth that melt you and threaten to burn everything you are to the ground in a liquid fire that will leave nothing but ruin and red hot earth behind.

She pushes you up with a flat palm and you don't even have time to process it as a potential denial to panic about before she's leaned up to tear her shirt off her head. Your hands move to touch her again but she wasn't done, she pulls yours up and off your head, a little clumsy at a bad angle, but you twist your head back and forth to let the neckline lift off without catching on the cuffs on your earlobes. She doesn't give you the same lead in that you gave her, one of her hands is on your breast with a forceful demand while the other pulls you back down to her by the back of your neck, keeping just enough distance between you to allow her space to continue groping, pulling low moans and needy pressure out of your mouth in between her fierce snappy kisses that kick your emotions around your mind like weighted dice, always landing on a pair of ones that match the dark eyes below you, your own occasionally opening to see you and a thrilled and erotic smile twisting your sister's lips.

The hand on the back of your neck rotates to brace your collarbone for a more even rhythm of kisses while her other hand moves to trail nails lightly down your back that raise all the hair on your body and make you gasp the hot breath from her grin into your own mouth. She loops a finger into your waistband and slides it around from the center of your back to your hip, making your muscles spasm with teased arousal before she pulls it out and moves to grope your butt. Having never explored that area alone in your bed, you're shocked by its sensitivity to her touch, and you have to pull up and away with moans that strangle into gasps as she increases in firmness, leaving you lightheaded above your Ray as she stares at you with a little laugh and a wickedly cocky smile.

It's clear that she's viciously horny after nearly half a year of coming home to you alone and never spending the night anywhere else after the bar. She's bathed in sweat and you've never seen her more focused on anything in her life than she is on you now. You try to stretch little tendrils of control over your pleasure to try to take back the momentum of the moment, and when you finally get a grip you dart forward to get her hand off your butt to allow you a second to half-think. One or two brain cells try to offer something useless called nervousness at the fact that you have no idea what you're doing beyond what you've seen (but mostly read) in your limited consumption of sapphic porn, but your heart demands too much conviction from you in the moment to falter, so you flop yourself off to one side to get an angle at Reagan's chest. You're clearly doing something right, because her throat bleeds nearly pornstar-level moans that burn with a brilliant authenticity that just might push you to an orgasm merely from the mix of the sound and the eroticism of her nipple under your tongue. A couple more of those brain cells that aren't drowning in the moment like they should be wonder if she made these noises for other girls-

Oh who fucking cares, she's Reagan and she's Ray and she's my sister and she's right here now and she's mine, just for this moment-

There isn't very much breast to grope around your sucking lips, but you use and appreciate every ounce and it's obvious that she likes it intense, never flinching no matter how rough your fingers get, each pulse arching her back toward you, breath reaching a crescendo of brilliant hues before her eyes suddenly snap open and she flips you over on the bed to straddle you, sporadic shivers overtaking her while she dives back at you to kiss, interspersed with single laughs that make her chest dip with little moments of lightheadedness.

You push your head back into the bed to get room to say "Ray~", not knowing what comes after it, just happy to say it in this moment, drenched in lust and need and passion and love. She shakes her head slightly to focus her eyes again, then she's moving down your body, fingers on your chest paired with her tongue while she tweaks and plays with your nipples, drawing forth little moans from you that start slow and then peak before she releases and your voice drops. She toys with you incessantly, teasing your mind and breath up and down like an instrument, and after an eternity her lips stay while her fingers trace down your stomach and you writhe under the gentle touch. Her fingers slip under the waistband of your sweatpants, and your body and mind are gripped with fear at someone being in your pants for the first time in your life. Your body and arms contort to grab at her in reflex before need and a few brain cells with presence of mind calm you before your fingers reach her hair, and she laughs at your reflex before drawing her tongue down further along your body, her breathing hot and humid on your skin as she moves.

She reaches your waistband and flicks her fingertips back and forth like a zipper to make you twitch before she pulls the fabric down just enough for her to trace her tongue from one side to the other, scraping her teeth gently across the far hip, making you scream out in tension with a teased shriek that makes her moan from sheer arousal and satisfaction at the effect. She starts to knead at the flesh of your hip, and in the more muted sensation you manage another "Ray~", but then she commands you to "Call me sis." Her teeth instantly dart to your far hip with a threat that she doesn't fulfill, and fear at the implied intensity makes you shriek "Oh my god sis!"

She sits up and pushes both your hips back down against the bed with her palms, then she tucks the back of her fingers down the front of your pants again, stretching inches down to tease you with need that you almost can't handle, your hands gripping the sheets above you and desperate for her to push further and press her fingers to you. She gives a mirthful little laugh at your desperation, then she adjusts to pull your sweatpants off, leaving your panties on for a slice of dignity that you're dead certain you won't retain for very long. She stands and strips all her remaining clothes off, and your eyes write a permanent image of her body into your mind, full hips into smooth thighs gleaming with sweat, just a touch of ribs under flushed breasts with little pink nipples, hard with arousal and the vague chill of the apartment, the long side of her hair running past her jaw like you like, mussed by the intensity of the night. She flicks the panties off her finger as she stalks back onto the bed toward you, languid with singular intention as she straddles one of your legs and grinds selfishly on your thigh for a few strokes without touching you.

You raise your thigh to a better angle for her and reach out to touch her, wanting to trace along every line and curve and inch and memorize them in the scant moments of the only night in your life that you'll be allowed to. She gives little pleased moans with her eyes closed at her motions and your touch, all the hair on her body standing up at your gentle touch, and she continues to move and grind on you, soaking you with her arousal and lighting the space between your legs with so much heat that it could catch the bed on fire if there weren't so much moisture already.

The movement of her hips is so smooth and elegant that you could picture her practicing it a hundred times with a hundred girls, but you're the one that she's on right now, whose smooth body is giving her pleasure and letting her find her own rhythm, perfecting the exact pressure and angle that she needs. You're a little hesitant to move your fingertips to more erogenous zones, your lack of experience making you anxious to fuck up what this is doing for her, but your overflowing heart pushes you to trace along her body to the space between her legs and find the right place, just the right rhythm, the right pressure, earnest but still gentle, moving along with her. You watch her movement, her breaths controlled in the mutual heat radiating off of you. Reagan's noises pick up in pitch, starting slowly, evening out in a mid tone while one of her hands traces up to her chest to play with a nipple, and then she opens her eyes to stare at you while she ticks her pace up a notch, her gaze locked on yours with gyroscopic stability as she takes your face in. Her moans start to pick up further and her pace quickens by a quarter, and the mere sight of her open-mouthed pleasure starts to draw breathy moans of arousal from you to match hers with each movement. Watching you sweat and stare at her seems to buzz electricity into her and a clumsy grin starts to creep onto her face, eyebrows lifting toward a height that you're sure will break through the atmosphere.

When she crests that final peak her eyes close again, and you can feel her sex twitch and spasm on your thigh as she rides it out, controlled breaths sporadically tortured by writhing moans that twist her body back and forth, each momentarily returning to smooth movement held by a shocking amount of control. She uses your leg to draw every ounce of orgasm possible out of her body in a lasting climax that transforms her into a sweat-soaked goddess, gracing you with sounds of ecstasy that could melt glass and shape it into an exquisite prism that reflects colors that no other living being has ever witnessed.

She finally pauses and leans forward to brace both hands on your chest and breath for long moments while you trace your fingers along her back and in her hair, but then her eyes are open again and she's singularly focused on you again with a spotlight of focus that terrifies your nerves and transforms her in your eyes into some kind of extraterrestrial being, capable of functioning and focusing so hard after such an overwhelming experience that she seems almost inhuman. She could have rolled over and passed out after all that and you might not have needed any sex again for the rest of your life with that memory in your mind, but you're clearly not escaping her until you've achieved what she's about to give you.

Ray adjusts to free your soaked and practically steaming thigh to the cool air, and she gives you one long kiss on the lips before nudging your head aside and teasing lightly at the untouched side of your neck. She makes an excruciatingly slow mockery of that pace of hickeys that she still has memorized, before she traces down to your collarbone and nibbles for a little while, drawing ticklish little twitches from you until your hand reaches the back of her head in protest, and she takes the hint to keep moving down your body with more little hickeys. After she passes your tender stomach she reaches your panties and spends way, way too long teasing you with tongue and fingers at the hem, until you start to squirm and whine "Ray, I-" and "Sis, please-" and she finally moves her mouth down to press her mouth against your sex through the soaked fabric. You instantly gasp and a spark of pleasure burns through your veins, but she keeps a moderate grip on your hips to keep you stable while she rubs her lips gently against you, up and down, making little movements and noises that murmur into your skin and flesh with promises in a language only the most primal layer of your being can understand.

After another torture of endless teasing your sister opens her mouth to suck and lick at you, still restrained by the underwear, and it draws little spiraling motions of movement from the muscles of your pelvis and butt and lungs, and you can tell from the way Ray savors every taste that she's enjoying doing this to you as much as you're enraptured by experiencing it - or maybe even more, based on the frequency and sincerity of the noises she's making as she performs. She finally relents and shows you mercy, pulling down the hem for one last tease of hot breath on your skin before she strips them down and off of you. She licks her way down your thighs, feeling you squirm in anticipation and embarrassment at the exposure, and when she finally touches you directly with her tongue it's golden nectar, wet and soft and warm and pouring more pleasure and delight into your mind and body than you thought your broken form could ever fit.

She starts slowly, small licks and motions of lips in liquid smoothness that tickle your brain and make you feel like a treat being savored, and it blushes your cheeks and makes your face hot to feel like you're worth that kind of care, and that you're receiving it from Her. Sweat breaks anew all across your body with nerves at the close attention, and you have to cover your face with your hands out of shyness. She looks up and gives a laugh as she looks at you. "Move your hands~"

You try a little, barely giving yourself enough space to peek through before you shake your head. She leans down and gives you a big, long lick from bottom to top, and she flicks you with her tongue at the peak. She repeats it. "Move your hands." You spread them just enough to look through in full, framing your face with your hands, and she grins. "Watch me."

Whether she knows it or not, seeing her there is a flashbulb on your memory that imbues the back of your mind with an arousal that will never leave, and whether she meant it as a tease or a real command she gets what she wants, because seeing that grin is so enrapturing that you give a spastic little laugh of indomitable nervousness before you grasp around for a pillow to stuff behind your head to allow you to watch without craning your neck. Everything in your head is still screaming that it's too much, that she doesn't need to go that far, that you've already had plenty, too much-

But she puts her mouth on you again for minutes, and then she looks back up to stare spears through your eyes while she pleasures you, and she can't possibly know what it does to you. You looked into those dark eyes in a park playground long before your crush when you loved her as a sister in your innocence, you started to see them differently in high school and got caught gazing into them any time she was cast in the sun, watched them blaze and damn you in the kitchen of your family home, felt them burn you with a vicious glare in your apartment half a year ago on a freezing night of rain while you lay on the ground just feet away, they looked for and found you in the depths of grief before your parents' funeral, you watched them water as you showed how much you still wanted her on your bed two months ago, you put in the work to painstakingly redraw them into a truth of familial love in your head, and then they caught on fire earlier tonight and demanded all this from you.

It almost makes you cry.

But that pressure is cut off when her eyes are closed again and she's singularly focused on your body, her whole mouth drowning the rising tide of feelings in a torrent of her saliva, moving smoothly and with dedication and rhythm, acute enough in her perception to always keep you just on the precipice of too much, and it restrains your emotions too much to bleed through in the face of the pleasure. Her mouth gives way to shift focus to her clever hands, the dance between fingertips and broad pressure on your wet skin drawing you into hypnosis. It's clear that she's in complete control of your journey toward orgasm as she draws you closer and closer to the peak, easing away and then pushing you further back toward it in rhythm, taking you closer and closer each time, and when it finally gets to be too much you start to grab at her to try to bring her up to you to kiss, moaning "I-I need you-Ray-I-" and she pulls back to tell you "What you need, Cadence, is to feel"

A little wisp of something tucks an impression that you heard an "-again" at the end of that sentence into a little niche in your mind, but she's far, far too avid in your pleasure. You're putty in her fingers, soaked in body and emotion and sensation and pleasure and-

It peaks, and there is, and has never been, anyone or anything in the world except you and your sister, Ray, perfect and gorgeous and intense and yours, right now, pushing you through infinity into a bliss that has never adequately been recorded in a footnote, line, page, or even an entire text in the history of humankind.

There's a brilliant white light in your mind, a golden outline that touches everything you are, a rainbow of sparks that link together and electrify your soul and make you more than you are, more than you ever knew you could be, granting you more salvation than you could ever have hoped for.

Your mind is empty of everything but pleasure and ecstasy and the feeling of your sister's tongue and fingers and the image of her in your mind, grinning at you with your face in her hands, kissing you right through to your soul and blooming your heart into a million pink and purple petals falling and rising and dancing around a field of flowers that you're ready to fall down and lie in forever.

🌷

Words are something somebody taught you in another life, and they might find their way back to you through the maze at some point years from now, but for now you're half-cooperative jelly being negotiated in a daze to a prone position on top of your sister.

Your sister.

Reagan.

Your Ray of sunshine.

The most perfect girl in the world.

Yours.

Just for tonight.

Chapter 14: Dawn

[zoosis-thoughts]

feel so fucking pathetic rn i hope someone gets a kick out of us literally shoving a gluestick in a plastic bag up our pussy

-starry

[zoosis-thoughts]

Wtf is da correlation btween tfems n free use

a lot of tfem supremacy posts involve cis girls being free use

[blooboobles]

wish i was your tiny daughter that crawls into moms bed at night after having a nightmare, not realising you were masturbating before i interrupted. i imagine id fall asleep quickly and heavily. you wouldnt be able to help yourself and you’d take my little fingers and slip them inside your wet pussy before resuming playing with your throbbing clit, holding back moans of my name 💕

I masturbate very often/pretty much daily unless I'm busy, so this scenario is extremely possible.

Its late, past 1am, my clit is throbbing and I'm so horny I can't sleep - this has happened to me before, and I know if I don't take care of it I'll be up the rest of the night. So I lazily start touching myself.

Good thing I still have my underwear on when you sneak into my room (I sleep in my bra too, but that's another story). You're half-asleep and not really paying attention, so you don't notice how my legs are spread or how my hand was just in my panties. I quickly wipe my fingers before asking what's wrong.

When you tell me about your nightmare, I lift the covers and invite you in. You crawl into my arms, and I hold you tight. You always feel safe with me like this, and I know you love how soft I am and how I smell.

You're facing me at first, your little head resting right between my soft breasts, but you turn around in your sleep so that we're spooning, your small body curled perfectly against mine. I know you're a heavy sleeper - you get that from me. There have been so many times I've had to carry you to bed and change you into your pajamas while you were completely dead asleep. Even when you've half-woken up during those times, you never remember a thing in the morning.

So when I hear your breathing slow and deepen, and my clit starts throbbing again, I don't hesitate to slide my arm out from under you so I can touch myself again. My other arm stays wrapped around your little body, holding you close. As I snake my hand down, the back of my knuckles brush against your small butt through the oversized t-shirt you're wearing. It sends shivers through me, and for the very first time, I have this really really nasty thought.

My mind drifts to you, specifically to those cute little ass cheeks of yours. I imagine how they'd feel in my hands, soft and warm as I'd grab and grope them.

Just last week, I took you shopping for swimsuits. Remember how excited you were when I let you try on some "grown up" pieces? You were so proud showing them off in the changing room, begging for my approval. That thong bikini - you pleaded for it while wearing nothing but those tiny strings.

What kind of mother am I? I sat there watching how lewd you looked, how tight and fit your little body is, and I said yes. "Okay baby, but only at home in our pool for now."

When you jumped onto my lap to thank me, your little body facing me, legs spread over mine—I glanced over your shoulder at the large mirror behind us. Your perfect cheeks jiggled with each bounce. Through that tiny thong, I saw everything - your pink asshole peeking through, your barely covered little pussy so perfectly displayed between your spread ass cheeks.

I pushed those thoughts away then, tried not to even let myself think about it. But now, with you curled up against me, so small and vulnerable, and my clit still throbbing... the thoughts just flood my mind. That image of you on my lap in that tiny swimsuit is burned into my brain. I feel dizzy with all these dirty thoughts pouring in, and I can't make them stop. My pussy is so empty, aching and throbbing with need.

Before I even realize what I'm doing, the hand that was wrapped around you moves down, lightly touching you over your oversized t-shirt. You aren't wearing any pants under it, so it's easy for me to slip my hand to the outside of your thigh and travel up. My other hand is rubbing myself so furiously now that the bed is noticeably shaking. I stop for a moment, checking to make sure you're still asleep - your breaths are still slow and even, thank god. This is so fucking wrong, but you'll never know. It's just a curious little touch, right? Nothing bad. Just a quick touch. If only I knew how weak I really am.

My breath catches in my throat as I shift my hand from the side of your thigh down to your butt, and holy shit - I don't feel any underwear! My mind races, and I'm not even thinking as I let my fingers explore further, touching and squeezing to make sure I'm not imagining things. And then I feel it - the thin string of that thong bikini I bought you. The one you modeled for me in the changing room. The one that showed off every curve of your little ass. My cunt clenches hard, and I swear I can feel the wetness soaking through my panties even more. My mind goes completely blank, all thoughts gone except for the image of you in that bikini and the feeling of your tiny ass under my hand.

Without even thinking, my fingers begin to move, exploring and squeezing your soft little ass. The skin is so warm and perfect under my touch, and I can't help myself - I start kneading your cheeks in slow circles, obsessed with how they feel. I let my fingers dip into that little crease where your butt meets your thighs, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. The sensation sends electricity through me, and suddenly one hand isn't enough.

It's not enough. The need for more overwhelms me, and without thinking, I take the hand I was using to rub my throbbing clit and bring it to your other cheek. My fingers, slick with my own juices, press into your soft flesh. I can feel how wet I am, how much I'm soaking your skin with my arousal. My thumbs find that perfect crease where your cheeks meet, and I can't resist -I press them in and spread you apart. Fuckkkkk.

I'm too far gone now. My body moves on its own, pulling down the blanket to expose your back and tugging your oversized shirt up to your mid-back. I need to see. I need to see everything. And when I look down, the sight nearly makes me cum instantly. Your pretty little asshole, barely visible, rubs against that tiny string of your thong as I squeeze and massage your perfect cheeks. The way your flesh undulates around the thin fabric as I touch you, molest you - it's almost too much. I'm practically drooling, my mouth watering as I stare, mesmerized by the forbidden sight of your innocent body responding to my touch.

That's it. The last thread of my restraint snaps. I'm your mother, you're my daughter - I know this is so fucking wrong, but none of that matters anymore. All I can think about is how badly I need to see your little pussy, how badly I need to cum. My mind is empty of everything except this one burning need.

I need to see more. I carefully roll you over onto your back, propping you up just enough to slip that oversized shirt over your head. I've done this a hundred times when you're dead asleep - changed your clothes, put you in pajamas - but it's never been like this. My hands are trembling as I lay you back down, and my breath catches when I see you in the moonlight filtering through my curtains.

Holy fuck. You're practically glowing, so innocent and perfect there on my bed. Almost completely naked except for that tiny thong bikini - the one I bought you. It barely covers anything at all, just a thin string disappearing between those perfect little cheeks. I can see the outline of your pussy lips through the fabric, and your tiny nipples are hard little points in the cool night air. My cunt clenches so hard I almost cry out. I've seen you naked countless times, but I've never really seen you like this. Never let myself look.

My bra comes off first, my nipples instantly hardening in the cool night air as I toss it aside. Next, my panties - soaked through with my arousal - slide down my legs and join the growing pile of discarded clothes on my floor. Naked now, except for the thin silver chain around my ankle, I pause for a moment. The thought hits me hard - I'm completely nude, right next to my sleeping daughter. A wave of guilt washes over me, but it's quickly replaced by something else, something dark and thrilling. I've never felt so nasty, so wrong, and God help me, I've never been more turned on.

I lean over you, my much larger breasts hovering just above your smaller, budding ones. The shadows play across our bodies in the moonlight, and for a moment, I can see how different we are - my full, heavy tits versus your tiny, developing breasts. The thought sends another jolt straight to my clit, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. My nipples ache, so hard they're almost painful, and I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy as I hover over you, so close yet not touching.

I rub our breasts together, and I fucking whine because my nipples are so hard and they feel so good rubbing against your smaller ones. I feel my pussy drip as I look down to see my huge mature tits against your perky little tits, completely enveloping them as I continue to rub back and forth, our nipples bumping together and making me whimper.

I need more. I need to be closer. I slide down until I am cradling your tiny body against mine, our tits still pressed together. I place my knee in between your legs and push them apart so that I can press my pussy to your thigh while I'm humping you. I've never been this wet in my life, and I'm so fucking turned on and horny that I don't think about how hard I'm rubbing myself against you or how loud my moans are. I'm so close, I just need to see your pussy, I just need to see it, please...

I take my hands off of you for a moment to lean back and pull your thong to the side. God fucking damnit. Your little pussy is as cute as I knew it would be. Pink and tiny and so so pretty. I lean back down and press my open mouth to your smaller pussy, my nose buried in your little clit and I take a deep inhale. I'm moaning your name as I move my head back and forth, my tongue darting out to lick you while I suck on your lips. I can't get enough of you, I want to taste every part of you. I hold your legs apart with my hands, squeezing your thighs as I continue to lick and suck on your pussy.

You start to move in your sleep, stirring because of my licking and sucking, but you don't wake up. My pussy is leaking all over your thigh and I'm grinding against it hard. I feel like I'm going to explode, I'm so close. I stick my tongue in your tiny hole and fuck, you taste so good, better than I ever imagined.

I feel your pussy tighten around my tongue as I fuck you with it, and I hear you moan softly. I stop for a moment and look up at your face, but your eyes are still closed and your mouth is slightly open. I grin as I go back to licking your pussy, and I hear you moan again. I suck on your clit and feel your hips buck up, and I know you're about to climax. I suck harder and lick faster, my own orgasm building as I hear your whimpers get louder.

I feel your pussy clench around my tongue and I hear you cry out, your body shaking as you cum. I keep licking you through your orgasm, my own pleasure overwhelming me as I feel your little body tremble against mine. Your body's still trembling as I pull away slowly, my lips glistening with your juices mixed with my saliva. I can't resist one final kiss to your tiny clit, pressing my mouth against you and inhaling your scent one last time. A thin, shiny trail connects us as I move back, stretching from your perfect little pussy to my mouth. God, you taste so good, even better than I imagined.

But I'm not done yet, my own orgasm still not realized. I move up your body, my pussy leaving a wet trail on your thigh, and I grab your hand. I press your fingers against my wet, throbbing pussy, moaning as I feel your tiny fingers touch me. I start moving your hand, using your fingers to rub my clit as I grind against you. I'm so close, so fucking close, and I need this. I need to cum with your hand on my pussy.

I move your fingers lower, pressing them against my entrance. I'm so wet they slide in easily, and I moan loudly as I feel your tiny fingers inside me. I start grinding my hips, fucking myself with your fingers while I rub my clit with my other hand. The sensation is too much, and I feel my orgasm building quickly. I'm moaning now, not caring if you wake up because I'm too lost in pleasure. Your fingers feel so good inside me, so small and tight, and I can't hold back anymore.

I cum hard, my whole body shaking as I squeeze your fingers inside me. My pussy clenches around them, and I can feel my juices gushing out and coating your hand. I'm whimpering and crying your name as I ride out my orgasm, my hips still grinding against you. Finally, I collapse on top of you, panting and spent, your fingers still inside me as I try to catch my breath.

After a moment, I pull your hand out slowly, watching as your glistening fingers emerge from my pussy. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting both of us on your skin. I lie there, my heart still racing. You're still asleep, completely unaware of what just happened - of how I used your body, your fingers, to get your own mother off. How I molested you, violated your sleeping body, and how much your little pussy loved it.

A shiver runs through me as I look at your peaceful face, your lips slightly parted. The thought hits me then - what a perfect little fucktoy you are, even in your sleep. So innocent, so trusting, while I did all those nasty things to you. My pussy clenches at the thought, and I can already feel the arousal building again. God, what's wrong with me? But I can't help it. The idea of using you again, of doing this whenever I want... it's intoxicating. Maybe one day I'll even be brave enough to do it while you're awake. To see the confusion in your eyes as I touch you, as I make you touch me. The thought is so wrong, so fucked up, but I can't deny how wet it makes me.

But even as these nasty thoughts swirl through my mind, exhaustion starts to take over. All that physical exertion - the sneaking, the touching, the licking, and finally that explosive orgasm - has drained me completely. My eyelids feel heavy, and my body feels limp and satisfied against yours.

Carefully, I adjust myself, pulling the blanket back over our naked bodies to shield us from the cool night air. I can feel your soft breathing against my neck, steady and innocent, completely unaware of how I just used your body for my own twisted pleasure. You're still asleep, lost in your dreams, while I lie here buzzing with the after effects of my sin.

I lean in and press a gentle kiss to your forehead, just like I do every night. "Goodnight, my sweet girl," I whisper, my voice soft and motherly. It's almost funny, isn't it? How I can play the part of the caring, loving mother right after violating your sleeping body in ways you can't even imagine. The contrast makes my pussy twitch with a final, subtle pulse of arousal.

Sleep starts to pull me under, and I let it. Tomorrow is another day, another chance to be the good mother you deserve. But tonight... tonight I was something else entirely. Something dark and hungry that satisfied itself with your sleeping form. And as I drift off, my last conscious thought is a promise to myself - this won't be the last time.

[woundfruits]

need a creepy mom who makes me sit on her lap in just a skirt while her hands are over my hips, pressing her pussy against mine… just bouncing me over her while we both get all wet and i cry over the fact that i came for the third time just playing bouncies with mama and she still isn’t stopping ;(