Dakota

ughhhhghghghggh this is so so so so yummy i need him I NEED HIM.

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀bigbro!sam x lilsis!reader⠀ ﾉ⠀siblingcest, meanie sam, unprotected piv sex, creampie, baby trapping (?) threat

you liked to lounge in your parents' bed - it was cozy, much bigger than yours, and they wouldn't mind anyway, but they aren't home. your mom had called about thirty minutes ago, saying that the storm outside was so bad that her and your dad, who had gone out for lunch with your aunt and uncle, would be pulled over at a gas station for awhile until it lets up. so, you and your brother have the house all to yourselves.

speaking of, he's currently on top of you, his rings digging into your skin as he pushes your thighs up towards your chest, his hips slamming against your ass with every thrust. "fuck," he pants, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. it's summer, hot out, and the storm is making it muggy. plus, the air won't work because the power is out. so, the two of you are tangled together, hot and sticky from a mix of bodily fluids.

"sammy," you moan, hands gripping the headboard behind you. you know this is wrong, blah blah blah, but god, his cock feels so fucking good. "sammy, harder," you grit out, throwing your head back as he obliges. sam lets go of your thighs and clambers over you, arms on either side of your head as he starts to thrust harder, his brow furrowed, lips parted in pleasure. "oh fuck, oh god," he whimpers, the mattress creaking with his effort. "'m gonna fuckin' cum inside you," he promises. "yeah, gonna, huhh,"

you grip his biceps, feeling them flex beneath your touch, your nails digging into his skin. the rain drops fall onto the air conditioner, thunder booms, cracks of lightning briefly illuminate the room, the air is steadily filling with misty droplets that settle on the windows and mirror.

"mommy's gonna call again," you warn. mommy. he hated when you called your parents by mommy and daddy, it was childish and embarrassing to him. "shut the fuck up," he grunts. "you're so fuckin' wet, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he whines, his cock nearly slipping out of you for the fifth time now. "i'm- shit- about to cum,"

sam leans down, his head in the crook of your sweaty neck, and he nuzzles you, kissing your neck and licking the salty sweat off his lips. "gonna fuckin' knock you up," he grins against you, feeling the way you begin to fuss and try to push him off at the threat. "sam, quit it!" you say, hands pushing at his shoulders. he wraps his arms around your neck, forcing you to be cradled against his shoulder. "don' cum in me, you better not!" his hips still, and you whimper, wrapping your arms around him in return, a low whine leaving you as his hot seed spurts into you. nothing you can do now.

"nngh," he doesn't move, just lays there, collecting himself, and the two of you both feel like you're suffocating. "fuck," he whispers. "it's hot in here," he gets up off you, his cock leaving you with a squelch, and he tucks himself back into his boxers, wiping his hand on the fabric as he makes his way over to the window, pulling it up and exhaling heavily at the cool air against his skin. you climb out of bed and make your way over, settling in front of the window. "mm, that's better," you murmur.

You're in the middle of enjoying the feeling of ghost snug inside you, the thick underside of his cock twitching every so often in his sleep. He loves to have you cockwarm him, something about feeling close to someone else helping with the nightmares.

You're nearly drifting off too when you feel it, a small nudge against your hole. It takes you a moment to realize what it is, assuming ghost is just adjusting himself when a sudden pressure pushes, stretching you.

In an instant, you're wide awake and reaching for your phone, trying to pull up the app and figure out what the fuck is going on. Only for what is now clearing the head of a dick to pop in, stretching your hole far beyond its used to.

"Fuck! Mmhh–!" You mewl, thighs clenching. You have to try three times before you manage to unlock your phone, the cock having coaxed itself halfway in by now. A quick glance at the hub and you're dialing soap.

"Johnny–! Wh‐what the hell are you doing?!" You hiss, whole body shuddering as the cock begins to thrust slowly, nudging ghost around inside you too.

"What? Line was open, can't a guy please himself?" Soap pants into the phone shamelessly. Embarrassingly, you can hear the slick sounds of yourself over the speaker "ghost always hogs you at night."

"Ghost is still in me!!" You gasp at the sudden, sharp thrust that earns you, soap moaning at the realization. Almost intentionally, soap starts thrusting harder, rutting against ghosts cock and using it to rub into your sweet spot.

You can only gasp and whine, stretched beyond you're used to and already overstimulated. Soaps moans continue to spill from the phone beside you, muttering "christ– can't wait to tell kyle about this, aye? Wonder how much ye can take–"

When he finally, finally cums, it's right alongside ghost. So much cum fills you you swear it leaks out a puddle below you, despite knowing it will go to the portals. You wait, but...soap doesn't pull out.

It's only when you hear snoring that you realize he intends to sleep with you stretched on two of the biggest cocks on the team.

“i love you,” you say, hips rolling harder against his. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

no, no. please. he wants it to last longer, needs it to. he wants to make you come and feel your body shake and tremble beneath his, for you to cry out big, fat tears that he’ll wipe up with his fingers and press into your tongue for you to taste while he keeps fucking you. just so he can see that all over again.

one, two, three, four thrusts and simon is groaning with his face smushed into the side of yours. he holds the tip of his cock just inside your entrance, pumping thick cum in messy ropes that leak out when he stuffs himself back inside you, disappointed groan ripping out from the bottom of his throat.

fuck.

After the life Simon Riley has had, it’s really not surprising that he just can’t get it up anymore. He’s tried, time and time again, but the blood doesn’t pump through him the same way it did. And it isn’t that he doesn’t have a sex drive, god no, one look at you and he wishes he could fuck you into the mattress until your tears stain the pillows and the only sounds falling from your mouth are screams of pleasure.

You walk around the apartment, his big t-shirt on, no panties underneath, and it drives him insane. You’re an entire decade younger than him, young and sexy, and he can’t help but feel guilty for letting you stay with him knowing that he can’t give you what you want in bed.

It doesn’t stop him from eating you out until your clit is puffy and your walls are rubbed raw by his calloused fingers. When his head is between your legs, he tries, he really does. He gets so worked up, grinding his soft cock against the bed, willing it to get hard so he can fuck you right after, but it never does.

All it ends in is you cumming on his face one too many times and him walking out of the room without saying a word in pure humiliation.

You don’t take it to heart, you know he beats himself up for it, saying he isn’t good enough, that you should find someone who can actually give you what you want and keep up with you at that. Every time you reassure him, that he does satisfy you, that he never fails to make you feel good regardless of how he does it, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other.

But tonight, tonight is different and you will find a way to fuck your man.

Mom who plays with my hair as Dad fucks me. Im so flustered and whiny but she just coos at me. Mama...too deep, I gasp softly as dad mounts me. Pushing my legs back even more and driving his cock into me. Every time the tip hits that one spot my body jolts. She just smiles and laughs while shaking her head. You'll get used to it, princess... Softly scratches my hair and watches as her husband fucks her daughter.

Her other hand is wandering our bodies. From Dad's chest to pushing on my stomach. When I start to get too loud she pulls down the top of her nightgown just enough. Puts her tits in my face while softly shushing me. Loves watching as I cum around dad's cock. How I choke up and my body shakes. Look at that, she smiles as she spreads my cunt open even more. I'm still stretched around dad, she's enjoying every minute even if she's a whiny girl. Dad shakes his head panting as he pulls out to the tip only to slam back in.

I squeak and grab onto the sheets as I feel my wetness running down onto the bed. Mom laughs and coos, let's give her a small break. She pulls away and softly kisses my lips. Climbs on top of me on all fours, dad pulls out of me, and sinks into her. Fucking her on top of me, I watch as she moans, and smiles. Sometimes she leans down and starts to kiss me. See, baby? This is how you properly take your father's cock, She says between moans. Mom is a messy cummer so once she does cum it drips down onto me.

She gasps as she lets go and pushes back, taking all of dads cock as they both moan. Dad pulling out and running his cock over her clit, really making sure she lets it all out. Before sinking back into me suddenly. Dad! I squeal at the suddenness but a small laugh also escapes me. Just like mom does, I'm close princess. He moans and starts to fuck me quickly. Chasing her own high and mom gives me one last kiss before climbing off of me.

“open your eyes,” he commands you, his voice deep and rough. “I said, open em. are ya gonna piss me off too?”

and so you find it in you to open them despite the embarrassment that sits low in your gut as he ruts himself into you. It’s not hard to make out who’s in front of you. his warm skin and signature hat makes him easy to identify and as your vision focuses, you can make out the crimson on his cheek and the sweat building on his neck.

you look at him, almost apologetically, as if saying “I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” because Kyle truly is an angel and the idea of his knowing what your eyes looked like when all fucked out seemed like a sin on its own.

first, he calls out soap for texting you late at night. john fists the hair on your head till you’re facing the scot who’s not looking at your eyes, but somewhere lower. “y’know what couples do at night, Mactavish? I’ll give you a hint.” price snakes his arm between your legs, pinching and rolling your clit to which you let out a pained and delicious mewl.

and next in line is gaz, whose gesture of buying you your favorite foods has gone unliked by price. luckily, Gaz is sitting right next to soap so you don’t have to strain yourself to find him. Gaz knows he shouldn’t stare…but he can’t help himself and surprisingly, the captain hasn’t told anyone to stop so he swallows the lump in his throat, and commits the sight before him to memory.

then there’s ghost, who refuses to acknowledge he has actively done anything. “bullshit. wanna tell me why you’re always staring at her ass?” which shuts the brooding man up immediately.

your orgasm comes quick, as it always did. your words come out broken and desperate but they barely register to your boyfriend who has his own agenda.

your eyes roll back as you climax, the euphoria sending you into a blissful state of haze. but john doesn’t stop, not when he has a point to prove.

so he fucks you through your high, and then he fucks you more. your hand presses against his thigh with no real pressure, sobbing cries of overstimulation.

“after today, i want no more foolery from any of you. I’d suggest you take today for all it’s worth because after tonight, you can all go to your beds and jerk off your pathetic cocks to the memory of this and. nothing. else.” he punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, willing either your legs or the desk legs to give out.

“do i make myself clear?”