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[ Tongue curling, then in her mouth, Mila drops her head back and watches him now that he's closer, golden hair pooling under her nape and around her shoulders. Swallowing saliva — the tastes him, too — a smile stretches softly, almost cat-like. With the squeezing, the steady thrusts in and out between them, her breasts are flushing into the same pink tone on her cheeks. ]

Aren't you gonna give me one?

[ Using her hips and elbows, she lifts her chest, both hands pushing her tits up a little to press around the crown of his cock, rubbing it in slow, heavy motions while he thrusts. ]

Make everyone know they belong to my little brother?

Yeah, yeah...

[His thrusts are a little quicker, a little more erratic - she riles him up in a good way, and all he can do is chase the rush. He can feel the way heat is pooling at the base of his dick that he's not going to have to work too much harder for it, so he focuses on deep, even thrusts, getting the most out of the visual his point of view gives him; maybe if he were bolder he'd ask permission to take a photo.]

... You - you deserve to be spoiled.

[Spoiled better than dad ever could - they're pretty incesty right now but that might've been a bite too far into it, so he kept it in. Unlike his load, which he barely gets a moment to warn for before he's a bit frantic with his hips - wanting to make sure he gets it on her collarbone, her neck and throat, all while whimpering:]

Fffuck, Mila. Fuck.

[ Had he said it out loud, Mila would've discovered a new depth to the degeneracy, bought into Kieran's words and fed them right back with another provocation. So much of this feels like it's for show, part of the persona that comes out during sex, either a mask she puts on or slips off when her brain is rewired with lust, and the current only seems to have gotten more out of control on account of who is hanging over her. Her little brother, spoiling her more than dad ever could. And Henry is the one who paid for the breasts holding his cock tight, from tip to base.

The faster he snaps, the more obvious the wet little noises from the lotion and flesh-against-flesh become. Mila tries to grind for another while, hips tilted to rub her dick against something, anything, but it's never good enough and leaves her more deliciously frustrated than embarrassed at how slutty she probably looks. This is interrupted, then amplified, by the first warm stripe of come, freezing her with a gasp. As they keep coming, covered from her chest up in Kieran's spurts, Mila carries and squeezes every last drop of his orgasm with her hand, hugging her breasts to keep his dick smothered with the other arm. Part of her wants to watch, but the part that wants to lean back and let him cover it all wins out.

Mila lets him go and drops her arm, chest exposed, a little swollen and deeper in color. It contrasts nicely with the white fluid coating her skin inches above. Blindly, she wipes some of it from her throat. ]

Holy… holy shit, Kier.

[Sometimes you don't know how horny you are until you get that post-nut clarity, and even then he still feels winded. He's staring down at his sister's chest, breasts still slick with lotion, sweat and now his cum. He swallows hard, cock still dragging against her chest a bit, like his hips still want to go despite the rest of his body falling into a pleased stupor. He leans back, hand on the base of his dick as he stares.]

Fuck. You're... you're so hot.

[Shit. He leans down, licking a stripe of his cum off her chest; licking the curve of it again, sucking the nipple just to swallow down the taste of himself like he's drinking it from her. He puts his knee back between her legs, then grinds his hips to hers, his over-sensitive cock rubbing against hers.]

You wanna come too, right? Say it - say it for me, Mil.

[ Another whimper, hand drawn to the back of his head, and Mila splays her fingers between Kieran's curls, scratching lightly. Hypnotized by the way he brings his own come to her breast, nipple hard and so sensitive in his mouth, suckling and swallowing like it's what this is what it was always meant for. That's not even something she thought she'd be into, but he makes it so… ]

Ah, [ Another little short-circuit, nipple wet and missing his warmth already, Mila spreads her legs for him, tilts her body to have his flagging dick to rut into, slick and firm, transparently aroused, and needing him to do something about it. Kieran might as well be the only person who can save her from her own mess. And she's made such a mess on herself, the sheets — now him. Payback for the sticky fluid drying on her chest and neck. ]

I wanna come. You — you did this to me, [ She breathes out, half playing a role and half sincere, looking up at him with a fog of affection in her eyes. ] Look at how hard I am, Kier. You're not just gonna leave me like this, are you?

[ One hand reaches between them, on his cock and hers, wiping excess fluid to bring it up to her nipple, spreading it in a circle. ]

You're gonna help me?

Yeah.

[Hotly exhaled, he doesn't think he could leave her alone even if he tried. She's got him hooked, making him wish he could take her for another round - he'll get hard again in time if he tries, but that doesn't work in the now. Instead, his hand cups her cock, toying with the shaft before he moves to lower himself down to lick it from base to tip. He wants to flip her over and eat her out but that'd ruin the necklace, so he makes do with sucking her off - slowly. Because he likes the way she writhes in her pleasure.]

But you gotta beg me.

[Said with a slight smile, as he looks up at her - clearly playing, because he's got his lips around the head of her cock, tonguing it gently and savoring the taste of her on his tongue.]

[ The reaction is immediate, muscles tense from her head to her toes, clutching his hair, throwing her head back with an open-mouth moan that thins out into a high-pitched whine, so primed and susceptible that the slightest swipe of a tongue makes her twitch and wet against his lips. It was worth waiting and writhing while Kieran used her body, if this is what the payoff already feels like. It doesn't diminish any of her previous unease about her brother's perception of her, but she's in too deep to pretend there's any self-control or shame left. Legs parted wide, Mila digs the balls of her feet into the mattress, sliding down with the sheets. ]

P-please, Kier, more — just a little more?

[ And after a little, she'll keep asking, lolling her head to catch a glimpse of fluid shining on his tongue before it disappears into his mouth. ]

I don't know what I'm gonna do if you don't let me come, [ Squeezing her breast, still warm from the friction, from the weight of him just minutes ago, ] Please.

Mmh, good- good girl.

[Those words don't have the confidence level to land in a serious way, but the praise itself is genuine - he's just getting acquainted with sisterfucking, it'll take some work to really work out the... kinks. But he can't think of a thing wrong with that, when the idea of practicing together at any given time is on the table. (At least... until Dad sends him away? All the more reason to work hard, cum fast.)

Kieran's tongue dances against her and he hollows his cheek as he sucks on her length, moving his head in gentle, rhythmic bobs. He moves faster in time, wanting to give her what she wants - being a little more relentless in lavishing her with his tongue, sinking flush and holding her in his mouth with a soft hum of appreciation. Just for her.]

[ She hadn't expected her brother to say that — expected the effect it had even less. It makes her melt the same way his tongue does, rolling down from her gasp to the dip above her navel and her legs squeezing him from each side, hips shaking.

Mila moans because he's amazing, Mila moans because she wants him to hear her, to put on the best, pathetically earnest performance, so he'll watch her come and tell her, again, that she was good. As if wasn't fucked up enough to crave her little brother's mouth between her legs, she had to be stuck on the shift of their dynamic, too: the one she's supposed to protect taking over, taking care of her, using her body like he owns it. She wishes she knew why she's like this, she's afraid she'll wish she'd never dragged him into it. What if he thinks she's using him, what if he thinks all those times she wanted him to be safe and close was just leading him down this path? ]

I'll be good — I'll be good, Kier, I promise. [ Eyes shut, arm across her forehead, she brushes her finger around and across the nipple, with his load warm and sticky on her collarbone and neck. The last time she felt like this was by the lake, just as unreal, with a lot less guilt waiting for the moment her mind finally clears. She moves her hips like lazy ripples, inching the tip a little deeper, chasing the fullness of his tongue. She's been so wet, and it keeps trickling more fluid into him. It's been a while since she's felt self-conscious about that. ] God, your mouth, y-you're gonna make me— can I? Please?

[He doesn't answer at first, he's too busy running his tongue along her shaft and savoring the taste of her on his tongue. She is so wet, and he's enamored with that, just like he is the soft press of her legs; her thighs are so soft, her breasts move so hypnotically. He looks up and all he sees is her in ecstasy, and it makes his dick want to perk right back up.

Kieran lifts from her dick, licking away a stretching strand of spit, and kisses her thigh while he looks like he's weighing the pros and cons. He decides to draw it out just a little bit longer, while also giving in:]

Count to ten and then you can. Go on.

[He wants to see if she can last, especially as he puts his mouth back on her, moving quicker - sucking harder, trying to get her off before she even gets half way there.]

[ It might as well be a punch to the gut, getting this far only to have Kieran move away and stay there, gaze shooting down just as he wipes the string of saliva and presses his lips so close — but not close enough. For a moment, Mila thinks about just nudging his head back to where she needs it, but his mouth is dutifully sucking her with more talent than he has any right to have, forcing out a gasp and seizing every muscle with her nape sinking back into the pillow. Every number and word seems to vanish for a moment, whimpering and trembling like she's placed her legs wrong, clawing and clutching at the sheets by her side. Finally— ]

One—

[ And she tries, she really does. Or she thinks that she did — Mila knows that she makes it to four, at the very least, muttering like the whole world is trying to stop her from articulating anything anymore, but it's a blur after that. Every pulse of arousal climbs and grows to a spike, hips budging and lifting, lingering over the mattress as her thighs contract, arched to make the maddeningly sweet spot where Kieran's mouth meets her length the center of her universe. Clear fluid shoots onto his tongue while curse words roll off hers, surrendering all she had left to the orgasm until she slumps on the bed a few blissful seconds later, staring at the ceiling like she's too exhausted to be shocked. ]

[She gets farther than he expected her to, while at the same time he was still so sure she'd nail it. Maybe it's because he takes a lot of pride in knowing she broke - he made her break - that makes him feel so warm and fuzzy. He often looks to Mila for guidance as his big sister, this feels like reclaiming some sort of power in their dynamic, if only for a moment. And maybe it's a way to give back to her. To show her what he thinks of her.

Devon's mouth is still hot and warm on her even after she's come, licking up every taste, and slowing in the way his tongue moves to keep her squirming but not oversensitive. He pulls back slowly, savoring the taste on his lower lip before he's grinning at her.]

You're so hot.

[ She does squirm, she even produces a little whine, afraid his mouth might be talented enough to keep her going and turn this accident into a disaster. Both of those are compliments in her mind, somehow.

Placing her elbows by her side, Mila props herself up, returning his grin with something more pathetic, earnest and confused. The clarity is setting in as his sticky come turns cold on her skin, and the person supposed to offer guidance has no idea where to go from here. ]

Come here?

[ She holds out her hand, brings her brother up and close, wraps herself around him and gets comfortable. Time to cuddle so she doesn't have to worry or think. ]

Okay.

[He's quick to agree, shifting forward, and idling up to her. But he's awkward in his own way because - yeah, they just screwed around but more importantly:]

... D'you... d'you want me to clean you up?

[With somebody's shirt, not his tongue.]

Maybe in a bit? I think I wanna stay like this for a while.

[ Impossible challenge for her ever-moving brother, she imagines. Whose come she's purposely keeping on. He already knows how she feels about pain, and now it's a live and unspoken-of demonstration of the other thing(s) she likes. ]

I mean, you can go clean up if you want to.

No, that's - this is good.

[If she's happy, he is - maybe with pink to his ears at the thought of her happy and content to stay like this. Does it surprise him? Maybe. Not in a kink way but in... feeling desired, wanted, cherished kind of way. He slinks to lay down with her, careful not to disturb the drying necklace, and lays his arm across her gently.]

... I love you[uhoh]-r tits.

Edited 2025-08-08 00:08 (UTC)

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cw: still incest btw

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