delve in deep

this is INSANE and so so serendipitous because i just logged onto this acc after a year (wtf??) away, wanting to revamp things and maybe reuse this url and here u are!!! trust that i am making my comeback & tysm for this motivation <3

you don’t have to ask.   he’d remember that. he’d remember it all evening and tomorrow, for the last few days they had without their parents in the house, and for long after that as well. jude would never let amelia forget it, either, the obsessive part of his brain forever tallying every little thing she said  —  this was something he could use. he was immediately torn between watching her face and staring at her bared sex, her moan rivaling the ones playing on tv, and all from the simple act of being exposed. “ fuck. ” he could feel his cock twitch within his pants, surely leaking precum all over his boxers. “can you even hear yourself?” jude’s words came out like a breathless taunt, bright eyes traversing back down amelia’s body, amazed by the way that her legs lolled apart without any instruction  —  asking for it. “i knew you were slutty, but   ..   fuck,” he repeated again, guttural & hungry. jude squeezed the crease of her thigh, fingers beginning to slowly stroke through her drenched folds, touch feather-light and yet still so much slick clung to his fingertips. “you’re ripe,” he praised, “you look like you’ve already been fucked tonight.” her pussy was pink and puffy and gorgeous, begging to be stuffed. he nudged a knuckle against her swollen clit while lowering his head between her thighs, pressing & rubbing the sensitive little button in an erratic circle. there was no more hesitation before jude slid the flat of his tongue across amelia’s slit, giving a moan while licking into her.

they were dry humping like a couple of teenagers and jude was almost positive that he could’ve gotten off like this, too. given enough time to continue grinding against his step-sister while sucking hickeys to her neck, he could’ve gotten there. he continued to mouth at amelia’s neck until her fingers swept into his curls, the motion drawing his head back. “of course,” he answered automatically, his voice rough with arousal. a frowning furrow knit between his brows as he met her imploring gaze. “i’m not stupid.” because being mean to amelia  ( even just a little )  was fully ingrained in his being at this point. jude took a steadying breath, pausing just long enough to wet his lips before amending lowly, “i promise.” for once, he meant it. he squeezed her ass again, stealing another kiss as he began leveraging amelia’s lithe form to the side. he lifted her from his lap, pressed nearer to his chest while turning to deposit her back on the couch. the remote was knocked to the floor with their movement, a reminder of the adult film still playing loudly on the television, utterly ignored by jude. he couldn’t think about anything other than the blonde as he kneeled between her spread legs, shedding his t-shirt and tossing it across the living room. his brain was a blaring mantra of   take, take, take   encouraging him to force himself on amelia in a rough rush and fulfill the nightly fantasies that played out in his head, but he steeled himself. should this be their only moment together, he wanted to get everything from her. warm hands met her knees and slid down along the inside of her thighs, digits teasing back around the hem of her shorts and slipping further. “can i see you?” jude requested. his thumbs smoothed up along her pelvis and then back down, a slow massaging motion that had him stroking the outer most part of her pussy, hands drawing closer together. he was purposefully vulgar as he asked, “can i play with your cunt?”

there was the flicker of concern that he was being tricked. that this moment was simply too good to be true and amelia was only humoring him, kissing him back so she could wriggle free and run off as soon as he was too relaxed to react. for a split second, his hold on her tightened when she began to turn, but then all at once he released her, dazed eyes blinking and staring at the blonde in wonderment as she twisted and straddled his lap. jude surged forward to meet the kiss. he felt as if he’d been starved for years, left to collect whatever forbidden scraps of amelia that he could get, and now was possibly the only chance he’d have to gorge himself. his hands were on her thighs, sliding up to slip beneath the silky fabric of her tiny sleep shorts, rucking it up while his fingers explored her. he didn’t care as the satin was forced between her cheeks and bunched tight with his aggressive groping. if it was up to him, there’d be bruises left behind everywhere he touched, the shape of his fingerprints burned into her skin as a lasting keepsake. he groaned into her mouth, squeezing her ass and grinding upwards, finally gaining another notch of satisfaction to press against her cunt, even with these few layers still between them. “i’m going to fuck you, lia,” jude promised as he broke the kiss, head turning just far enough to bite at her jaw.

anyone sensible would’ve said that the dress was too tight, but william had lost all sensibility the moment that he goaded evangeline into the boutique in the first place. his gaze roved over her reflection, from head to toe, and then swept over her backside as she gathered her hair over her shoulder. “i think the fit is perfect,” he complimented, nudging the curtain back while turning on his heel and stepping inside the cozy dressing stall. in part with the store’s vibe, the dressing room was luxe  ;  floor to ceiling mirrors surrounded them, the dimmed mood lighting refracting off golden accents made everything look better, but william had the sneaking suspicion that evangeline could’ve strutted back out into the rest of mall nude and still looked brilliant under the fluorescents. standing behind the brunette, his hands moved to her waist, slowly smoothing up her sides and indeed confirming that the fabric was practically painted on. fingertips teased along the curve of her ribcage, gaze lifted over the babysitter’s head to meet her stare in the mirror. “i don’t know how you got this on without an extra set of hands in here,” he said, exhaling a light chuckle. “are you sure you don’t want to just wear it out?” william asked, though a hand was already sliding to her back, catching the delicate zipper and slowly easing it down.

it was wrong. there were a million reasons why they never should’ve found themselves in such a compromising position, but jude couldn’t let himself dwell on a single one. all he could think about was the crush he’d had on amelia since childhood  —  how it’d burgeoned in puberty and forced him into an ugly & unfair rejection of amelia, shooting down their parents and friends alike with a moody  ‘ she’s not my sister ’  every chance he had. but they’d grown up alongside each other as if they were, one thin wall separating their bedrooms, and it’d still be all that separated them after tonight, when their parents returned home from their anniversary trip. later, though  —  that was a worry for the future. jude’s mind was growing foggy, filled by every breathy sound that amelia exhaled and obsessing over the way his name formed on her tongue when she was on the brink of moaning. she wanted this too. “amelia   .. ” he rasped out, suddenly so much softer  -  gentler, struck by her confession. he’d been beginning to think that she’d never stop rejecting him, that they’d wrestle and argue like this until he was cumming against her thigh and that’d be that. another oddity of their relationship for his step-sister to politely ignore, but no. jude swallowed thickly as he lifted his face from her neck, hand moving off her chest to guide her jaw, turning her head towards him. the angle wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t care. he couldn’t fathom missing this moment  —  this chance to kiss amelia, pressing his mouth to hers with every deep emotion he felt, lips parting as he licked into her mouth with a greedy moan.

hearing amelia moan made heat lance through his body. it was vindication  —  proof that she was enjoying this just as much  ;  proof that she was just as twisted as he was, no matter how much she was unwilling to admit it. her whining pleas fell on deaf ears as jude began rubbing her cunt through her thin sleep shorts, grinding the heel of his hand back while holding her tight. “ no ! ” he repeated again, frustration crackling through his voice. “no, no! i’m tired of bargaining with you. i’m sick of playing games  -” because that’s what he’d always been doing with amelia, wasn’t it? each time he snapped her bra strap, he was teasing. it was a game to see if she’d scream whenever he shouted & pounded at her bedroom door without warning on a friday night. any time he’d wrestled her into a headlock and squeezed her throat against his bicep, he let go as soon as she couldn’t breathe  —  not because he was afraid she’d feel how hard it made him. and maybe that’d be all over now. maybe he’d ruined it by pushing her this far, but in this moment, jude didn’t care. he was blinded by his desire, panting hotly beside amelia’s face, breath fanning across her rosy cheek. “just admit it,” he rasped, groping hand finally sliding beneath her tank to squeeze one of her small, pert breasts. jude groaned and rocked up against her again, “you want this, too  -  i know you do. say it. that’s all i need.”  ( it wasn’t even close )  his face pressed into her neck, stubble rubbing across her soft skin, no longer hiding it when he drew in a deep breath, memorizing her scent. “tell me what a depraved slut you are. stop depriving yourself...”

fine was hardly an answer at all. jude had half a mind to needle her some more, claim that she was still being stuffy & uptight  —  ruining their evening of bonding by not describing in great detail to her big brother what turned her on. yeah, he was being gross, even if the denial was on the tip of his tongue when amelia began squirming again. “no!” he blurted almost immediately, hand jostled from her face in her bid to get away. his arm coiled impossibly tight around her slim waist as he yanked her back, flush to his chest, and it felt almost instinctual when he rutted upwards against her ass, unable to resist the friction any longer. jude could feel heat crawling up his neck, that familiar burn of frustrated shame-lust that always hit when he was getting himself off to the thought of his step-sister  —  when he was jerking off into her stolen panties. fuck, fuck, fuck  .. “this is what you deserve,” jude practically growled, heart hammering with a flood of adrenaline. there were no more excuses when his clothed erection was prodding her from behind. “you prance around here acting so perfect, like you’ve never done anything wrong,” he continued, grunting his preconceived notions beside amelia’s ear, “but i know it’s not the truth. you’re not a good girl.” similar to the scenario playing out in the porno, he was bodily bullying her, letting out huffing breaths while they wrestled and grappled with one another. jude’s hands kept slipping along her chest and stomach, the silky fabric of her cami giving way to hot touches of skin that practically burned. he was attempting to twist them to the side, to get them down on the couch, but before he got that far, jude dared to reach between her legs and press his wide palm directly to her sex. “you’re just as desperate,” he panted meanly. “you’re a slut.”

it’d started out as an innocent offer to give her a ride home, nannying duties finished early as he and margot had made it back from brunch. tagging on a pitstop to the mall was no big deal, william even insisted that he needed to pick something up anyway. ‘ we owe you a bonus, don’t we? ’  he’d asked kindly, observing her longing window shopping. that’s how he found himself standing in the dressing room of a high-end boutique now, waiting as she tried on clothes. “how’s it goin’ in there, sweat pea ? ” he called with the curl of a slowly growing smile, leaning casually against the wall. the sales clerk had complimented their picks, saying how anything would flatter his daughter. william hadn’t corrected the assumption, instead thanking them with a grin and warm laugh, beginning to play up the act as they browsed the racks. it’d turned into a game between them, mutual doting and teasing, his hands continually finding her shoulders or waist as they wandered. he reached out to slide a finger along the curtain that separated them, curling the digit and tipping his head to peek into the dressing stall. “need daddy to lend a hand?”

his eyes cut in her direction when amelia glanced his way, snorting gently. he’d always felt a little bit like he was going crazy  —  like he was the freak for harboring a childhood crush on his step-sister, refusing to let it go even after their parents’ marriage, but she was delusional. jude had never allowed them to act like siblings. at least, not in the traditional, happy-family-with-a-picket-fence sense. why would they start now? if anything, he only wanted to torment her more. jude was huffing again when she knocked back against him, feeling her relaxing under his grip  —  but his hold still didn’t let up. “cheerleaders, sure,” he agreed, shameless as he continued, “but i think it’s more the face-fucking.” how many times had he imagined getting amelia in that exact position? he’d stopped bouncing her around, licking his lips as he continued to watch the screen, head lifting from her shoulder. amelia’s delicately worded confession had a positively wolfish grin consuming his face. “aw -” hand raised from her thigh to pinch her already rosy cheek, utterly mocking, “finally dropping the virgin act?” but it gave jude a thrill to picture her surfing the web for something that excited her. something that she probably couldn’t put a name to, but made her core throb, left unsatisfied & unattended. he swallowed thickly and shifted on the couch, arousal growing. his knuckles nudged amelia’s jaw. “how’s this one doing it for you?” he asked, voice dropping to something a little gentler - kinder, even. feather-light touch glided to hold the blonde’s jaw, as if keeping her attention rapt to the tv, his own head angled carefully, turned just enough to keep a sideways eye on his step-sister’s face, looming over her shoulder. “is it getting you hot? thinking about watching it again later, alone?” a pause. “... have you picked up on any of the plot?” he teased, too keen to be considered an innocent question.