Darkredandroyalblue - Royal Blue💙♓️🪷🦈

aaa i need a mom/dad to take advantage of me ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵͈᷄ ^ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ྀི১

preferably an older woman

“I dunno, it feels kinda weird,” you say, leaning your head against your arms as you curl on one end of the couch. Your older brother, on the other end, lets out an exasperated groan. You hope it is an exasperated one, anyway.

“C’mon. I’m not asking much from you, here.”

“…Except for…” your eyes drift down his body to the blanket on his lap. It fails to cover the rhythmic movement of his hand, and you wonder why the two of you ever thought it would.

“…Well. Sitting here and being a… an… inspiration,” you grit through your teeth and tear your eyes away from him entirely.

“Ok, yeah, fair point,” he grunts, and from the corner of your eye, you can see him reach his other hand under the blanket as well, “And you know, I’m— I’m thankful, really…”

He hisses something under his breath, “fuck” most likely, and you try to keep your eyes strictly on whatever 80s horror movie you have playing on the TV. Some guy just got stabbed by an Alice Cooper -looking hobo, probably possessed by Satan, but you still find yourself glancing where you shouldn’t.

You hate that you can’t even blame this idea completely on him. Obviously, it’s him out of the two of you who wants to jerk off to the sight of his sibling. He begged it from you, assured you that you’d be safe, that he wouldn’t touch you — and truthfully, he hasn’t. But it’s you who gave it the go, talked about him letting it out, once and for all, an exorcism of the feelings that plagued him.

“But it would make this quicker, y’know?”

When you turn to look at him, there’s a wry half-smile on his face. You make the mistake of glancing down, at his lap, at his hand moving up and down under the blanket, stroking—

There’s teeth in that smile when you look back up at his face.

“Unless you want this to last longer?” he asks, the teasing grin and wiggling eyebrows unable to hide how hopeful he sounds.

“Wh- No! Christ! Of course not!” you cry out, indignant and your face too hot. You have half a mind to hit him with a pillow. Of course you don’t want this to go on any longer than it has to, what kind of person would?! It’s already bad enough to know that your own brother is looking at you like that, that even now he’s probably wishing he could just press you down on the couch and—

No. None of that.

“Why do you even need me to call you that? I never call you ‘big bro’. No one calls their brother ‘big bro’.”

Is his hand starting to move quicker?

“‘Dunno. Sounds hot,” he says heavily, “C’mon… Just say it. Please?”

He’s leaning forward on the couch, and his eyes are fixed on you so intently that you can’t look away. Some part of you fears that if you do, he’ll just… pounce on you, like some stupid dog that thinks looking away equals submission equals permission.

You do want this to be over with sooner rather than later, don’t you?

“…‘Big bro’,” you mutter. It sounds awkward. Stilted. Reading the lines of a teleprompter.

“Like you mean it.”

Something knots at the bottom of your stomach. Something inside you quivered just now to the deep, growling cadence of his voice.

”Big bro,” you repeat, like you would say his name, and you watch eyes wide as his flutter closed for a second, and a throaty whine leaves his throat.

“Yeah, yeah, keep saying that…”

“You… you want me to just repeat it or… or keep talking or what…? Big bro?” you ask, and try to keep your eyes on his when they open again, and not an inch lower.

“I’d have thought that that would just make it weirder for you, like, just underlining that we are family, how—” your words halt with a realisation, and you curse under your breath, “Fuck. Fuck…”

He blinks, eyes suddenly just a bit darker and more intense as he stares at your shocked face.

“You like that?” you ask, your voice fragile, a question you don’t want an answer to but you have it before the words even leave your mouth.

“…Can’t say I mind it.”

The understatement of the century.

“You like being reminded that we are siblings?” the words feel sticky on your tongue, but they rise unbidden before you can stop them, “I thought you’d have wished that we weren’t, so it’d actually like… like theoretically be possible for us to— but you actually like it, don’t you? You like that you’re not— that I’m not just some… some random pretty girl but your sister, big bro?”

You don’t understand where these words are coming from. Judging by his wide eyes, he doesn’t either. A grin, giddy and apologetic in equal measure, spreads on his face as his hand starts to move faster under the blanket, and you begin to fear it falling, having to see what you are causing, him with his cock out and hard for you.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop…!”

You fear what that sight would do to you. It’s already bad enough that you can’t tear your eyes off of your big brother, how that familiar face twists into an expression you have never seen before, and shouldn’t have ever seen. His eyes almost flutter closed, but not quite, their dark gaze burning and never leaving you. His mouth hangs open, not quite an ‘o’ shape and more like the open-mouthed grin of a canine, piercings and teeth glinting sharp in the cold light of the TV.

“Jesus— Fuck, this is really what turns you on? Making your little sister watch as her big brother jerks off to her?” you hear yourself whimpering, your voice sounding breathier and much less disgusted than it should. You hate that you find yourself wondering what marks that wolfish mouth would leave, and you hate the longing, warm ripple between your thighs.

He’s cursing under his breath, in between the animalistic groans and whines. Strings of “fuck, fuck, fuck, baby sis” interspersed with your name. His hips are bucking, you can even see his leg kicking under the blanket. And when he leans back, his spine arching against the back of the couch more beautifully than you’d have ever imagined from him, you can barely breathe.

“Is your baby sis making you cum, big bro?”

You have your answer in his eyes, wide before they roll back in his skull. In his hips that stutter up, in the wet, growing stain on the blanket. In the tongue that lolls out from between his sharp teeth, a red carpet for all the throaty, helpless sounds of a man cumming his brains out.

He slumps against the couch, boneless and exhausted, a stupid, drunken smile on his lips. You just made your own big brother cum his brains out.

And when he turns to look at you, bliss written all over his face, you know it won’t be the last time.

shades of pink by monet

I remember it like it was yesterday, you know? When I met you. Mom carefully placing you in my arms. I knew right then and there that I'd love you forever. My sister. And now look at us. You bent over the kitchen counter, moaning like an animal in heat. My cock pounding in and out of your pussy, dripping down onto the floor. You're my little sister. And I love you. Don't you ever forget it.

i fall in love like kenji kishimoto

snezhnaya toy salesman

p/s: please watch "toy salesman" if you haven't!

Windmills at Haaldersbroek, Zaandam by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)

Who in your family is breeding you first? Is your daddy having you carry a grandchild for him? Are you making your brothers show which of them is the better boyfriend who deserves to knock his sister up? Maybe there's an aunt or a cousin you've been pining for years, who'll wait until you're asleep visiting them before filling you... or are you keeping yourself for the puppy you were gifted some years ago, who's all grown up and ruts his mommy bitch whenever he wants?

😵‍💫 can i have all of them? please please please!

i should’ve been had by my dad first since he made me but my brother got to me first 🫠

Cute collage I made