draino | 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

I 'unno.

[To him that's a weird question. He doesn't put that much stock in smells - and he's not helped by the fact that the body sprays and colognes he's seen and used are all just weird man-oriented names. Jackhammer. Pepperspray. Gunshot.]

I like whatever Ren smells like. And you. Not- this shit, but. Sometimes you smell good.

[His hands are oily but it's not as disgustingly slick, so he rubs her shoulders as he speaks.]

[ She's grinning so much right now. ]

You really got a crush on her, huh.

[ Sure, there was a compliment in there for her too, but it's much better to tease him about this. ]

That's so cute.

Shuddup.

[He says with more embarrassment than bite.]

Did you know like, I think it was the first time we fucked around she headbutted me? It was so hot.

She what? [ Instant tone shift. Someone hurt her brother? Not good. Forget that he liked it. ] Why?

'Cause I told her I could handle it?

[But it's fuzzy, thinking about it. He stares down at her back for a second, before resuming a massage he didn't notice he'd stopped.]

I don't wanna alarm you, sis. But I like being thrown around by hot women who can crush me like a soda can.

[ Overprotective. She repeats the word to herself like a warning and an accusation. Is it a bad thing if he can't even tell how bad his affinity for violence can get, though? And if she's right, why does it feel so — ugly.

Maybe because the real word is a different one. ]

You can't feel it. That's not the same as handling it.

[ But look, she isn't freaking out. ]

And she's into it?

I mean, yeah... it's not like I'm asking her to gut me, Mil.

[Said with a scoff.]

She could like judo flip me to the floor or- [or something? it's so weird, there's like two separate memories overlapping] or like, totally put me down. But she wasn't like actually hammering on me. I think she just didn't believe me when I said I could take it. 'Cause I'm not like a six foot twink, y'know?

Jesus, don't ever say that again.

[ Her skin's crawling with the feeling that that could actually happen, or— that it already has? Stupid intrusive thoughts. ]

You're not? Gasp. We've gotta change your dating profile now. [ A beat. ] She was all worried that I was gonna be pissed that she was also hooking up with you. Forgot to bring up this detail.

Are you pissed?

[He asks, knowing that change of tone might mean she's worried in a sense which is why he adds on:]

I uh, I think she's cool. In the way where I'm not gonna try to scare her away so you don't gotta worry about me being too stupid.

[ There's a pause. Then Mila lifts her hips and nudges Kieran to give her enough room to turn around and lie down on her back — welcome to getting lotion all over, Mila's bedsheets — because she figures it's better to make sure he can see her face when she answers. She grabs one of his hands too, fingers slipping between his, intertwined. ]

I'm not pissed. Okay? I don't care, I'm a slut and this place has a limited supply of hot people. But mostly I don't care.

[ And a little more earnest, ]

I want you to be happy. It'd just be nicer if you were happy not getting your ass kicked, even if it is by a hot girl. But I'm glad you found someone.

[ She really does think it's cute. ]

... Do you want me to tell her I changed my mind, though?

About what, seein' her?

[He's moved with Mila, so he's still straddling her hips but now she's facing him and their hands are linked. He furrows his brows for a moment, then shakes his head.]

I'm cool with you guys hookin' up and whatever. If I say that's hot too, is it weird?

[ She should be making a noise, following it up with an eww and an emphatic reprimand. Instead she laughs, mouth covered with her free hand as she lolls her head to the side. Then Mila looks back up. ]

Maybe just keep that thought between us.

[ What's another secret, right. She gives his lotion-y hand a squeeze. ]

It's even warmer now, jeez.

[He looks down at her hand in his, and then the little bit of awkwardness that wasn't there before (that should come from realizing your straddling-straddling your sister) makes itself known, and he doesn't move away but he has to battle a couple different thoughts about being hyper aware of it now. Is it bad? Is it good?]

An' I didn't even suggest a threesome, either.

[Ren'd probably like that. Is it not weird if- well, if it's for her benefit?]

I think that might actually break her brain. Then again, everyone's got that kink, don't they?

[ Scoring one date and their sibling, or some other family-shaped combination. Must have something to do with being desirable enough that two people would skip over every taboo just to share the third and main character.

Taboo does linger and float above like another accusation, hands still linked while her half-naked body is still between his thighs. Mila's smile softens. ]

... You're not telling anyone, right? What we did.

[ After the marathon. ]

What'd we do?

[Said in a softer tone too, as that buzzing little feeling of reality sits between them. He can feel her fingers in his, thumb stroking the webbing of her hand; slick with lotion, the heavy scent still wafting up. His eyes are on hers, the bridge of her nose. The cupid's bow above her lips, the swell of them and the dip of her collarbones. Before he knows better, he's looking down at her chest before glancing back up.

It's not like they were born siblings. Adopted ones are so much a trope of attraction that not only do they have their own Pornhub category, they've been in fiction for ages. So he doesn't feel bad, per se, when he feels a little thunk in his gut, low down. Not enough to pop a chub but enough to remind him he could.]

[ Another repetition, another warning: we shouldn't. Followed by says who, because they're both alone; because there's no risk of a physical interaction slipping through the network and ending up in someone else's device; because she wants to.

Slowly, Mila switches their hands, her palm hugging his knuckles to guide him upward. Slipping the strap off her shoulder with her other hand, she pushes the cup aside to expose her breast, soft and sensitive under his touch when she leads him there. ]

This.

This?

[It's like his breath is held for him in his chest - hand lead to her breast, fingers smoothing over it with tender care. He kneads the swell, slowly inhaling as he does it, feeling a warm flutter under his sternum. His other hand is needy too, sliding up her stomach to the other cup, peeling it down so he can massage both breasts at once, inadvertently rolling his hips to hers - feeling every layer of resistant fall away bit by bit as he does so.]

[ She has some trouble remembering what this is and who they are, watching Kieran like he's towering over her. A loving hunter that finally caught up with Mila, who has her pinned down while she shows him to his prize before he takes over, both breasts exposed and filling curious hands. She lets him go, resting one arm above her head, taking a breath that expands her chest and makes her stomach dip, arching in response to his hips rolling.

Mila made so many excuses last time (there was a promise, they were watching all that stuff together, it'd be quick, no one had to know) and now there's none of that to take refuge in, no shelter for her mind to run off to and separate reality from its implications. We're both adopted, there's no blood relation is another one that can play all day long, but she still calls Kieran her brother. She still treats him like one, when they're not doing something that's already threatening to leave a damp spot of arousal in her panties. ]

Yeah.

[ Soft, encouraging, with a hint of needy. ]

Do you like them, Kier?

... Yeah, yeah I do.

[He says, kneading them tightly; he brushes over her nipples, caressing them until he feels them nice and hard against his thumbs. He could stay like this indefinitely, cupping them, feeling them, but his eyes flick up to hers again and he doesn't want to keep it 'chaste'. He shifts his hips back, one hand moving to part her legs so he can fit between them.

He leans down to kiss her neck, ever so light - almost like he knows it isn't right - and then he moves his lips down. He kisses down her chest, pressing his mouth to her right breast, tongue up the inner curve until he's sucking on her nipple just to taste it. He kneads the other one with his left hand, and his right hand is between her legs, feeling for her arousal so he can feed into it with the attentive swirl of his tongue and the suction of his mouth.]

[ Her wants drift further away from reason, one light gasp trapped in her lungs when he slots himself between her legs and comes down, warm lips on her neck making her eyelids flutter shut. It feels like a dream, seeing him turn his confidence into intimacy, every kiss attentive and seductive. It makes him seem so — grown. Kieran doesn't need her to teach him anything. ]

Oh—

[ Both hands above her head, lightly scratching the headboard, she knits her brows and shifts her hips suddenly. Mila's reaction might look like discomfort, but the whimper paints a different picture, nipples peaked and tender, sending sweet little jolts of pleasure straight to her dick with every flick of a tongue or finger, every suckle. She could come like this, she thinks, and then he cups her bulge, already pressing back with heat, already firm. Mila can't help the urgent roll into that touch. She wants to make sure he knows the effect he's had in just a few minutes.

She takes the hand on her chest, mouth open, tongue exposed, to lavishly suck on two fingers, sliding them past the ring of her lips and back out, licking them wet for a little show. Mila swallows excess saliva with a murmur, watching her brother as she puts his hand on her breast again. ]

[He's got a shred of confidence, it's true. It falters though, when she makes his head feel like a fizzing can of soda by putting his fingers to her mouth. Usually it's the other way around for him, sucking on someone's digits to make them horny - his pants are uncomfortably tight already, and he grunts a little, enamored in how he watches her before his hand grips her breast tightly, kneading it hard and spreading a trail of slick saliva across it.

Kieran's other hand is pulling down her panties, pushing up her knees to get them off - and struggling in the action because he refuses to stop playing with her breast. It doesn't occur to him to think twice about this - what if someone walks in, what if word gets around - none of that matters. A bubble of silence envelopes them and all he can think of is her body.]

Fuck, I just- I wanna...

[-fuck you.]

[ Somehow, more than having her breasts exposed and in Kieran's mouth, or even the weight of his hand against her swollen shaft, it's the slide of her panties down her thighs and off her ankles that makes everything so much more real, leaving Mila a flushed and quiet mess, thrown back to when she was as good as a virgin in a body she was getting reacquainted with, hoping her partner would show her what it'd be like to give herself up completely and taste her first real orgasm in someone else's hands. It's the sort of thing that mutes any concerns of staff or peers stepping into this room to find a massive novelty sex toy on display while Mila's as good as naked and has her legs wrapped around her younger brother, leaving a trail of thin warm fluid anywhere the tip of her dick touches. ]

Yeah?

[ It sounds so gentle, earnest, and lewd. She offers him a nod, fingers brushing under Kieran's shirt, touching his stomach and chest, digging her fingers behind the waistband to start slipping a button through the hole, then pinching the zipper between index and thumb. ]

Wanna use my tits?

[His mouth is so dry, he struggles to swallow as her words sit between his ears like a gunshot. He nods, stiff at first, but not as stiff as his dick in his boxers, and reaches back to grab the back of his shirt collar and pull it off in one swift motion. He's lean but not quite toned, though his stomach flexes with arousal as he throws his shirt aside and focuses again on her chest. She's taking care of his pants, so his brain goes back to fizzling like a packet of pop rocks.]

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

[The lotion's still there, and he grabs it - putting more onto his hands, before using both of them to knead her breasts again, slickening them up. He's got pre dampening his boxers, and his eyes keep dropping down to her dick with a shaky inhale. Doesn't take long for one of his hands to go back to it, stroking, just to work her up a little first.]

[ She smiles like she's amused, but it's something else — she didn't even have to tell Kieran to use the lotion to coat her breasts with it, to make the eventual glide easier when she gets him out of his pants. He'll have to get off to get fully naked, except Mila wants him close for a while longer, peeling down his boxers to watch the pink tip emerge, one stiff inch at a time, from between the vee of unzipped pants.

It's shameful how much she immediately wants it on her tongue. Mila doesn't even think of him like this, and yet the moment she sees her brother's cock — she can think of nothing else. Is she so desperate for intimacy and such a degenerate that even her sibling would make her this hungry, this easily? ]

Kieran…

[ It comes off as another needy, whimpered whine, brows drawn when she bites her lower lip. She's soaked his fingers by now, leaking with each warm flood of arousal, length flexed, giving away what her cheeks and nipples can't hide, anyway. ]

Rub it against me first. Just a little?

[ She pulls his hips against hers, pulling down his clothes to expose more of his erection. She feels like such a teenager, but she wants to rut mindlessly, feel the weight of him on her. Wants to kiss him, too, which she does when he's low enough, lips on the corner of his mouth first. ]

I can get you off first- at least once.

[That way she's not left waiting and wanting, as hot as that would be - his fingers are still around her, pumping her and rolling the pad of his thumb against the tip of her dick. He shuffles, pushing down his pants, trapped at the knees until he starts to kick them the rest of the way off - grunting at the effort, especially when he has to stop touching her. But the second he's freed, he's back up close, hiking one of her knees up before leaning forward, grinding his cock against hers, rubbing them together with his hand.

God, his mouth is so dry. He catches his tongue between his teeth for a second, staring down.]

D'you - you want that?

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cw: back at it again (pseudo-incest)

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