luz

(minors and ageless dni ofc, everyone else is welcome)

I'm Luz, an artist and musician and programmer who likes to ruin cute things sometimes.

I love most of all riling up people until they're a needy, begging mess; so I'm probably down to do your kinks. I specially like size differences, possessiveness, breeding.

Also just... the slow burn of a build-up of overwhelming desire, barely contained by taboo, until both people need each other so deeply they give in. Which is why I like fauxcest, but tbh "big brother's best friend" works just as well for me.

If that seems like your cup of tea I love RP.

Other than common stuff like scat, anal is off limits. Please don't even bring it up.

One thing I dislike is when the sub seems way too innocent and unaware, or when they don't want it. Pretending to be more innocent as they are while trying to seduce is fun though.

For her to wiggle around, feeling him get hard. To feel his hand on her thigh, gently squeezing.

For her heart to skip a beat when he moves his hand higher, when she feel his fingers toying with her lips. To feel herself inviting them in.

As they've done before. "Just some teasing."

But they lose themselves in it, their breathing more and more ragged as she moves her hips faster. They moan and whisper to each other, intoxicated, his hand climbing higher and higher.

She feels a spike of guilt — they're siblings, they shouldn't be doing this. She moves her hand to stop his, a second too late.

It meets his hand as he traces his fingers through her panties, gently spreading her lips open as it moves up.

They look at each other, blushing slightly for a second, before agreeing. I mean, they're siblings. It's fine.

The occasional grind against him from lil sis makes them laugh. Until it starts happening more and more often, for longer and longer, being more and more intimate. Big bro's hand finds its way to her waist, keeping her close. Lil sis puts her hands on his chest. She grinds against him yet again, this time his thigh, but comes back up blushing, and a slight moan escapes her lips.

She finds herself dreaming of him at night, half remembered dreamy blurs of his pretty, seducing whispers, filling her with love, and lust, and obedience. She shouldn't be dreaming of this. She always found him hot, but. It was wrong, wasn't it? And she's always been able to control herself around him before... And- is he doing something to her? Why does the idea make her so, so wet? That prick, she just-

Previous

Big bro hears lil sis rushing into her own room as soon as she hears him grunt, but she leaves her door open. It's wrong, and he knows it's wrong, and he wishes he could stop but fuck, his whole room smells like her. In his mind, images of his lil sis's curves in her towel, of her naked after having dropped it, of her lustful eyes begging for him. He remembers her wet thighs rubbing together, her hand playing with breast. And now she's moaning, loud and clear. For him. Only for him. He moans and grunts for her in return as he strokes his cock, hard and thick in his hand.

They sit on their beds, backs against the same thing wall. In his mind, sit back to back, shaking as they lose themselves in the pleasure. He basks in the imagined warmth shared in their shoulders. Lost in the moment, he moans her name in a quiet almost whisper. He covers his mouth, but she almost screams back, sweetly. Fuck, she's moaning louder and louder. He knows she's losing it. He fears they're not gonna be able to hold back after this. He knows they're going too far but- He fucking needs her. He grunts her name again, louder, just for her. And she moans his in return, over and over, louder and faster as she gets closer and closer.

He imagines himself on her bed, kissing her neck, fingering her roughly as she clings to his back, scraping it. He needs her. He fucking needs her. He needs to make her his, to claim her, to mark her. Her sweet, angelic moans send him over the edge too, as they moan each other's names, for each other, head turned to the wall so the other can hear better, to be closer, to be together as they cum.

A few days of awkward silences and glances pass. Big bro knows something is up. Fuck, lil sis really did hear him, didn't she. She's been touching herself a lot more often. He's tried his best not to follow, but she just keeps getting louder every day. He often needs to leave the house to be able to hold back. The smell, the whimpers... She sounds like a fucking angel. And the idea of her moaning for him when she heard him... But he just can't. It's wrong... Right? It can't be right to want his lil sis this badly...

Lil sis is not helping. After she got over the awkward silence, he could swear she's trying to tease him. He could swear she's- She comes into his room wearing only a towel. "Can I steal one of your shirts, big bro ♡?" she asks, sweet. Stunned, he stares at her, at how the tight fabric wraps around her curves. He imagines roaming them with his hands. "S-sure..." he says, and throws her one.

Lil sis drops the towel to the floor and starts putting on his shirt. Fuck, she's taking this too far. Big bro stands up, devouring her with his eyes. Her soft breasts, her ass. His hands shake from the effort it takes to keep them to himself. He steps closer and closer. Too close. "Get out..."

She finishes putting on his shirt and looks up at him, looming over her, starting to blush. She rubs her now wet thighs together. Fuck, she smells so good. "What's wrong big bro ♡? You've seen me naked before." She starts playing with her breast. So fucking inviting... "Get. Out!" He shoves her out of the room, closing the door behind her, and starts jerking off. Just as she wanted.

She sounds so good... He can't focus on anything else. Through the vents on the doors, his room starts smelling like her. He's so hard. He really shouldn't... But she sounds so fucking good... He grunts as he loses himself in his fantasies, and immediately covers his mouth. She moans sweetly in what almost seems like a reply. Surely not... God, surely she didn't hear him... Barely holding in, he knocks on her door and asks her to keep it down.

And he's so sweet and kind to you. When he heard you liked cooking, he made sure the kitchen was stocked with everything you wanted. You find yourself preparing meals for him to have an excuse to chat, only you two. You blush at his stares. You love his company.

The bites used to hurt. They still do, but having his body so close to yours feels right. You press against him, holding him, inviting him to feed more. You moan as his fangs grace your neck, expectant and needy. His warm breath and lips on your neck, his fangs digging in... You rub your body against his, seeking relief and pleasure. You know he restrains himself, you know he doesn't wanna overwhelm you, yet you softly beg in whispers.