to be filled with warmth

none of the graves children are particularly liked very well, but you really get the short end of the stick out of all of you. your stutter gets made fun of and you're too shy to bite back like ashley does. at least your sibling's teasing has an edge of affection to it, they don't really mind listening to you struggle, brain getting caught on something for a few seconds before you can push the word out, heat rising to your face.

and then there's your odder habits. the oral fixation is easy enough to spot once the other kids at school notice. they mock you saying they're shocked to see you without something stuffing your mouth. you aren't sure if it's meant to be sexual or if it's meant to be a comment on your weight, but it makes you feel ashamed too, adding to your awkward shyness. and the cherry on top is your skin picking. your siblings were lucky to have sparse acne as teenagers that went away pretty fast, not you though.

you can't help picking at the puffy skin which only prompts more acne which only prompts more picking. you have scabs and scratches all over from where you picked for too long, too hard. your siblings are no stranger to smacking your hand away from your skin or helping clean blood out from under your nails.

you're the proverbial ugly duckling of the bunch, but your siblings have never made you feel that way. especially ashley. you're twins, you share everything and you'll always be watching out for each other since you're never too far apart.

they don't have it the easiest with other people, but they still have it better than you. andrew has a small group of friends and a girlfriend, ashley doesn't have many friends, but they stick around and then there's you. you can't bring yourself to feel jealous or resentful of your siblings, they deserve good things more than anyone else. you just wished people liked you like people like them.

you're still shy and nervous and weird in the eyes on the general populace, but you quickly realize just how friendly people can become once you appeal to them. compliments, offers to help with homework or assignments, so long as you're nice people are nice right back.

neither of them like the way you bend over backwards for other people, but they can't deny how good it feels when you bend over backwards for them. you've gone along with ashley's whims for most of your life, and you're comfortable doing so as it keeps you in your sister's favor. you hate fighting with her, it feels like a part of you is missing when she won't talk to you so you don't see the harm in doing what she wants even if that means being her dress-up doll for the afternoon.

it's not the worst place to be in, having ashley fuss over you, your hair, painting your nails and forcing an outfit into your arms for you to wear for her amusement. most of the time it's something childish or embarrassing, but every once in a while ashley puts you in something truly beautiful.

you make andrew's life easier by being so sweet, so obedient. it's never a battle with you, you just to as he says, you're always there to be a listening ear. it makes him want you all the more, it makes him want to see if you shyness would melt away or grow all the more when he has you pinned under him, cock filling you out.

honestly i think the severity of the eye/sight issue adds to the level of how they handle it. ashley would find it a squirmy kind of cool, the kind where you're grossed out but can't look away if you had a eye prosthetic. there's so many cool looking eye prosthetics out there, if you some of the whimsical ones that have spirals for irises or stars she would push for you to wear those more than you do the ones that match your regular eye/looks normal.

i'm projecting a mini headcanon onto andrew, but he'd be so squeamish. he's not overly bothered by body stuff, but there's something about eyes and seeing you pop your eye out to clean or replace it that makes him shudder just a little. he doesn't even like seeing eye stuff in horror movies. still supportive just please, do it in the bathroom and not at the kitchen table.

if it's a slighter sight issue like you just need glasses, andrew barely bats an eye, tons of people wear glasses, but ashley steals them on a regular basis. she puts them on and laughs about how blind you are, but then she gets a headache from trying to get her eyes to focus through the lenses. znd when you do get them back, ashley's put her fingerprints all over the glass and you have to clean them while shooting her blurry blob a dirty look.

or even a sibling with a lazy eye or is maybe cross-eyed. ashley does repeatedly tell you, because she thinks she's a fucking riot, to use both of your eyes. or if you tell her to look at something this bitch asks which eye she's supposed to be following here.

after andrew kills ashley, withdrawing into a submissive position is the best idea in your eyes. you just want to keep your head down, you don't want to risk your own throat and end up like ashley. it hurts to think so crassly of your sister, but it was your sister's crass behavior that found her on the other end of andrew's cleaver.

but that risk, that creeping anxiety that all it takes is one bad day, one bad remark, one flash of andrew's temper and you're gone is just too much for you to take. and that's when you start to think about escaping. at any other time you would have never dreamed about leaving your siblings and going out in the world on your own, but if you don't want to be andrew's next meal you have to go.

but your escape plan also becomes your doom. every quick fuck for a buck that you tuck under your belt is another level of danger. you scrawl your number on bathroom walls, alleyways, anywhere people will be able to find it.

andrew notices how your phone is suddenly always on silent, most texts are on hidden alerts, and he notices how tired you seem now. he's nosy. he's not ignorant to the way you stay shy around him now, you keep your voice quiet and agree mindlessly with him. he sees how you bite your tongue, swallowing down all of that spark he loves and hates.

the detail about your phone password being ashley's birthday is honestly perfect since it's ashley's death that sparks you truly seeing andrew for the monster he's capable of being.

andrew keep it in the family and make it a family graves is golden because yeah, i honestly feel like this man is more committed to forcing his sister wives into his picture of normalcy than actually trying to be normal.

i feel likes him coming back to catching you in the act would end up in a total blood bath and even if he didn't kill you out of anger right off the bat, he would strangle you to death afterward, you can beg as much as you want, but it won't save you.

him finding the texts is a bit safer. he seems like the type to say that since he pays for the phone, the service, the internet, etc he can look through your phone whenever he wants to and then he finds the various unsaved numbers from your customers so to speak.

and andrew refuses to face himself so he does turn it on you. what? haven't i been keeping you satisfied, you had to go looking for other guys to fill your holes. don't worry, you'll never need anyone ever again.

i love the idea that younger brother reader is such a loser, they're all losers, but at least your siblings managed to succeed in cultivating a social life while you could never be bothered to put the time into that. ashley's being the way she is just gets written of as her being a bitch, but you immediately get marked as a creep and nothing more.

you didn't care about not having friends or a girlfriend, but you certainly feel a bit more left out once andrew and ashley start having sex. you feel very whatever about the whole situation, in the grand scheme of things your siblings committing incest falls pretty low on your list of priorities or horrors.

no, your annoyance comes from their complete lack of consideration toward you. there's no way sex can feel that good, you almost feel like they're both fucking with you, hearing ashley's exaggerated moans and squeals through the walls, accompanied by the bed springs practically screaming for mercy.

it creates just the tiniest grudge that you haven't been invited to join in, and it adds to the growing tally in your mind of your brother lording something over you. oldest sibling your ass, you swear he does shit just to get on your nerves.

more than anything you hate the feeling of separation from your sister. you two have always been as thick as thieves, you have each other's back no matter what, but you've never gotten as close to her as andrew has.

you're still not even that into the idea of having sex with ashley by itself, you just hate feeling separated from your sister. thankfully, if nothign else your brother makes it easy for you to wiggle in.

you all fight like cats on dogs on a good day, but there's a specific acid ashley spits at andrew after he's spent the last hour slamming the headboard into the wall. ashley's complex about sex is nothing you don't know about, but unlike andrew, when you come to her, you're coming without anything to hold over her.

you're just as inexperienced with sex as she is, which does make for a few unexciting fumbles in the dark before you two get frustrated and give up. but ashley likes control, you all do, but you don't mind giving up control to her for a little. you're hers to mold as she pleases.

ashley seems much more interested in exploring with you than she does with andrew, actively seeking you out to try something new. wax? really? isn't that gonna hurt? oh, come on, andrew doesn't want to try it. and that makes you wonder just how much andrew's been giving ashley space to explore as she wants. nope, he just wants to give her the standard treatment, he's so boring, so unwilling to try something a little strange to satisfy your sister's oddities.

i also heavily enjoy the idea of ashley actually enjoying sex and developing a healthy relationship with it, or at least getting over her madonna-whore complex. seeing actual excitement turn her eyes heated, pupils expanding as you promise her to give her as much as she can take, as much as she wants.

might be ooc, but i genuinely think that if ashley is able to enjoy sex, it can't be a quick fuck. it can't be a wham bam thank you ma'am, no she needs to have all her layers of reluctance, and internalized misogyny, and insecurities slowly kissed and peeled back to expose her soft vulnerability. it's a careful dance not to rush her and make her revert to her transactional viewpoint, but you can't linger too long or she gets embarrassed, nervous, and she'll put her shield back up.

but once you find that sweet spot, that perfect rhythm, ashley just makes the most beautiful noises. they're soft and shy and so unlike your sister who hides her face away in whatever she can, fingers twitching and flexing in the sheets while her cunt flutters eagerly around you.

and the aftercare secures this sense of genuine care. you don't disappear or withdraw once you've had your fun, you continue to push further, chasing after her skittish vulnerability, refusing to let her hide away again. there's something about the gentle touch after, she feels like her every atom rises to attention, tunnel vision on where your hands gently hold her.