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Me realizing it's about a beautiful lesbian couple and their gay son:

My heart:

This is what Roerich's paintings look like:

watching fight club with my big brother for the first time and breathing a bit too heavy whenever i see the guys beating each other up

big brother’s looking at me weird and eventually has to ask me,

“you alright, dude?”

and i can’t just tell him i have a raging hard-on while the narrator’s pulling his tooth out and tossing it down the sink so all i can do is give a little nod and turn away from him, praying to god that he doesn’t think i’m acting too weird.

at one point he decides he needs another dr pepper and he gets up, giving me a little punch in the should’ve as he walks past me.

and it is so not my fault that i let out a little moan at that, like, it’s a normal bodily reaction, it happens, fuck.

but he gives me the weirdest look i’ve ever seen on him. and i’m seriously trying to just focus on the movie but he’s staring right at me now, has been for a few seconds now. that’s when the weird look turns into something even weirder somehow: a stupid shit-eating grin. and an incredulous chuckle to accompany it.

“the fuck was that, kiddo?”

and now’s my time to come up with a reasonable explanation so i stutter out,

“i—uh, my, i had- uhm.. yeah, something in my throat. clearing my… throat.”

with some vague motions towards my throat and a glance sideways. if he didn’t think anything was wrong then he totally does now. god, why do i have to be such a terrible liar?

“mmh.. didn’t sound like it. like something in your throat. sounded like something different, lil bro.”

it seems like his dr pepper is completely forgotten now, cause he’s boxing me in against the couch cushion, his arms on either side of my head.

“dude, you’re gross. i saw the way you were watching tyler durden and the narrator when they were fighting.”

he’s smiling again. it’s terrible. i just stare up at him, letting him expose what i barely even understand myself.

“are you into that shit? i wont judge you, you can tell me if you want. i mean, i’ll think you’re weird, but i won’t tell anyone or anything like that.”

i still can’t speak. i blink up at him, cotton-mouthed.

“hit me.”

“what??”

finally i can speak. granted, it’s nothing to help my case, but it’s something.

“like in the movie. hit me. go on, i won’t snitch.”

after a far too long stretch of silence, it’s broken by the sound of my fist hitting him in the stomach. he lets out a little huff of a laugh, barely moving from his position above me.

“do it harder. seriously.”

i pull my fist back again and punch him again, hard this time. his breath hitches and he curls inwards slightly, his hand clutching his midriff.

“yeah, that’s—that’s good. cmon, again.”

i punch him in the face this time, the knuckle of my middle finger meeting his nasal bone and causing him to stumble backwards, his shin knocking against the coffee table and forcing him to awkwardly stumble around it. he’s feeling his nose and sighing in pain now.

“ah, fuck.. fuck… i think i’m bleeding. don’t stop, keep going.”

hes finally further away from me so i can get off the couch and punch him in the stomach and then kick him in the knee. i keep going until he’s on his knees, clutching at my pant leg and smiling up at me. his nose is bleeding into his mouth and he palms the front of my pajama pants but, fuck, i don’t want that right now. maybe another time, but right now i’m focused on something else.

i slap his hand away and grab a fistful of his hair, using it to twist his face to the side so i can punch him in the cheekbone, then the jaw, then kick him in the stomach just because i like the noise he makes when i hit him there. his boner’s way too visible in his sweats and he just keeps fucking moaning and grinning, revealing his bloodied teeth and gums to me, mumbling,

Pervert Dad that always sends his daughter videos of him jacking off. Doesn’t matter when or where he is sending her a video. He never mentions them after being sent and neither does she. It’s a little unspoken thing between them.

Until one random night as usual she receives a video. It’s extra long and she clicks on it only to be surprised. This isn’t his usual video it’s filmed in her room. She’s knocked out in at as he is stroking his cock in her face. It looks like it was filmed a couple nights ago after a family party. It doesn’t stop there though, he keeps filming as he stops stoking himself. The video shows how he moves her around, pulls her clothes, and starts to grope her.

She squirms in her bed not knowing how to feel about this big of a jump from her dad. He’s groping and getting off to her at night? That should be so wrong but she can’t help but squeeze her thighs together. The video keeps going until it shows him playing with her cunt. She’s so shocked watching as her dad touches her in her sleep as she has no idea. What did she drink or eat that night that has her knocked out so cold?

The video keeps going and eventually it shows him running his cock through her slits. She gasps when he pushes into her and moans. She remembers none of this, so that’s why she was sore in the morning? She watches how her dad fucks her in her sleep. How he so desperately is fucking her as if he’s not worried she’d wake. She is letting out sleepy moans in the video. She can’t help but squeeze her thighs together, she can’t help but keep watching, and she can’t help but wish her dad would walk in.

She whines not believing she’d want her dad to take her after that video. She shouldn’t want her dad to take her at all! She spreads her legs and runs her fingers over her wet panties. She can’t believe how quick she got soaked. She keeps watching as her dads cock goes in and out of her. How well he stretched her and how well her sleep body took it. She pushes past her panties and starts to rub her clit. Softly moaning when she watches him cum…in her.