Depraved

the kid comes home every day at 5 am with the lower half of his face covered in blood, leaves grody little scraps all over the house, even has a freaky collection of rings and wallets and other shit the little klepto snatches off of his meals.

the fact that he’s a vampire wouldn’t even be that obnoxious if he didn’t have a nonexistent sense of self control (or portion control). to put it bluntly, the little fucker’s a psycho, always playing with his food and not cleaning up after himself. what’ll happen when he finally slips up and one of the bodies is found? it’ll lead the police right to their parents’ house where all they’ll have to do is look through little bro’s bedside drawer to connect him to all the recent missing people in the area.

so, big bro decides he has to do something about it. for the sake of little bro’s safety, of course. and for his own comfort. he comes into little bro’s room right before he’s about to go out for the night and tells him they need to talk. this shit’s gotten out of hand. the whole house is uncomfortable. he can’t keep going out and hunting every night.

little bro’s defensive at first. he cleans up after himself just fine! the police don’t know anything and they never will. he can sustain this for a good while longer. but big bro’s insistent. it’s for the good of their entire family.

little bro scoffs at his big brother.

“so what do you want me to do instead? it’s not like there’s anything else i can eat.”

“cant you just feed on someone who’d let you? and then not drink enough to kill them? there’s plenty of weirdos who’d risk their lives just to get bitten by a kid like you.”

little bro rolls his eyes now. that had to be the most ridiculous thing big bro could propose.

“i don’t want nasty middle-aged sex offender blood.”

“god, fucking whatever. what about feeding on me instead? just enough to satisfy the craving. so that way you wouldn’t have to go out and kill someone every single night.”

now that, that is the most ridiculous thing big bro could propose. little bro disregards the idea immediately. hurt his big brother? no way. he loves his big brother more than everything and everyone else in the world combined. but, still, the idea intrigues him somehow. finally, little bro relents and decides to feed on his big brother, but just tonight.

big bro sits down on little bro’s bed (he can’t afford a coffin yet, cut him some slack) rather uncomfortably. he isn’t really sure of the procedure here, he’s never actually seen little bro feed on someone. little bro crawls towards him and tilts big bro’s head to the side, exposing the side of his neck.

“w-wait, won’t i bleed out if you bite me there? just do my wrist or something, dude.”

but little bro’s mouth is already watering, he’s impatient, he’s hungry.

“don’t worry, i’ll just.. avoid all the important stuff…”

it’s barely a second later before little bro’s fangs crunch through live flesh and he settles himself on big bro’s lap. the groan big bro lets out is loud, pained, followed by a few broken sobs, but he steels himself and balls his hands into fists by his sides, nails digging into the palms of his hands. it hurts. a lot. the pain isn’t dulled by any sort of numbing enzyme or aphrodisiac in his little brother’s spit like in those weird movies, just sharp, unyielding pain shooting through the side of his neck.

even as the warm, coppery liquid fills little bro’s mouth and is quickly swallowed down, he can’t help but think about how this is the first time he’s ever seen his big brother cry. he can’t believe he’s just now seeing him like this. he moans softly as he really starts to taste his brother’s blood because, fuck, it tastes exactly like his own. that shouldn’t excite little brother as much as it does, but he can’t stop himself from grinding his little hips against big bro’s as he continues drinking. and it’s filthy. his big brother all weak and in pain underneath him, his blood filling him, maybe big bro was right. maybe this was a good idea after all.

little bro pulls away with one final gulp and a few kitten licks to the bite wound, letting big bro’s head flop weakly to the side as the older boy looks up at him with heavy eyelids. he looks absolutely fucked out, breathing shakily, any blood left in his body probably concentrated solely below his belt while little bro giggles like he just got his first kiss.

“Good boy, good boy. Get your energy out. Such a good boy I know you’re so excited huh?”

And little brother is whimpering and whining and rutting his leaky hard cock against big brothers thigh until he cums making his whole body spasm and shake

He walks into his big brothers room, locking the door behind him. The room is dim, his brothers always been sensitive to lights so the only thing lighting the room has is some fairy lights with more than a few broken bulbs, and the old tv on his dresser. His radio is playing some old rock music and he’s spread out on his bed, completely bare except for a loose pair of boxers. The entire room stinks of weed, it makes little brother crinkle up his nose. He kicks an empty energy drink can to the side as he walks closer to the bed.

Big brother has noticed him now, smiling at him that stupid crooked grin. He raises a hand and waves at him before letting his head fall back on the mattress. His little brother climbs ontop of him, feeling his cock through his boxers and making him let out a shakey breath.

“You’re so weird. You get hard from your little brother touching you. You should be ashamed, you know that right?” He’s bent over his body, whispering in his ear while his hand works at getting him hard. “You’re so much of a loser you can’t get it anywhere else, huh? Have to rely on your little brother to make you cum.”

“Please…”

Little brother rolls his eyes. He knows what he wants. But he hasn’t earned it yet.

“Beg me. Beg me to get you off with my cunt.”

Big bro is whimpering beneath him, hands clutching the bed sheets so he doesn’t grab his brother and force his hips to move forward against him. He knows better than to touch without permission.

“Please? Come on…please let me feel that pretty little cunt of yours. It makes you feel good too, I know it does. Let me make you feel good.” His cock is rock hard in his brothers hand now. He always was so easy.

Little brother sighs, as if his brother is asking him some huge favor and he really needs to think it over. He tugs down his brothers boxers, watching in envy and awe as his cock slaps against his stomach. Pre is already drooling at the tip. His big brother never does last long but it’s fine, it’s kind of cute. And it’s fun to tease him for. He takes his time, getting his own bottoms off.

He’s on his knees, right above big brothers cock but not yet touching him and his big brother is looking at him so desperately. He watches how his little brother sucks his fingers before sliding them between his legs, how he plays with his tdick before sliding over his hole. He’s putting on a show for him, gasping and whining from his fingers while big brother can do nothing but watch. He’s not allowed to touch, and he’ll be damned if he looks away.

“Please baby please…I wanna be the one to make you feel good. Let me please please please.” It’s a chorus. It’s music to little brothers ears. He pulls his hand away from his cunt, shoving his fingers inside big brothers mouth so he can taste him. And he does, he swirls his tongue around his little fingers, taking in the sweet as honey wetness. He could bury his face between those legs and stay there for hours, he loves this taste.

Little brother doesn’t torture him for long, not today. He finally lowers himself on his cock, again just sandwiching the hardness between his slicked lips and sliding his hips forward and back.

“Gods you’re pathetic…do you hear yourself? You’re supposed to be my big brother but you sound like a puppy.”

A whine.

“Yeah? Is that what you are? My puppy? Such a good boy…bark for me puppy. Come on I wanna hear my puppy bark!”

Big brother’s face is flushed pink, embarrassment and arousal and making it even harder to think. Still he does exactly what his little brother tells him too.

“Ruff! Arf arf!! Ruff!”

“Goood boy! Now it makes sense. You’re just a dumb dog, huh? Dumb mutt getting off to his little brothers cunt. Gross doggy.”

He keeps rocking his hips, coating his brothers cock in slick. His big brother is under him, bucking his hips and moaning. His eyes are clenched shut and mouth open, practically drooling all over himself and he’s not even inside the boy. His cock is twitching against little brothers cock, begging for release, for more pressure. He wants so badly bury himself to the hilt inside the smaller boy ontop of him, to fill his inside with his cum and to make his eyes roll back. But his little brother never lets him. If he could just catch himself on the entrance…get himself inside on accident… he knows he could make him feel so good. And really his big brother should be the first cock he takes, nobody else will be as gentle, as appreciative.

He’s not thinking anymore. He can’t be, not when he’s grabbed the boys hips and flipped them.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Mouthy little thing, glaring up at him with his legs bent, feet basically dangling in his face. He didn’t know his little brother could bend like this. So pretty. He just needs a little more, he’ll just put the tip in that’ll be enough. He’s still thrusting against his cunt, wildly and with no rythm, the way a dog would fuck a pillow.

“I need…please…just a little bit…” he’s panting, mumbling out half of his sentences and looking at his little brother with love sick eyes.

Little brother knows exactly what he’s trying to do, narrows his eyes at him and begins to scold him.

“Don’t you da- ahhh! Hah ah f-fuckkkk!” He throws his head back, eyes locked on the ceiling when his dumb mutt of a brother finally figured out how to get his cock inside, splitting him open so mercilessly and pounding into him as if he’s trying to shove right into his womb.

“Hah mmmm ff you feel so good…so tight n warm…” he buries his face in his little brothers neck, pressing his legs further into his chest but he can’t stop himself. He just breathes him in, takes in scent and the way he sounds while being fucked. So pretty. So so pretty, his perfect little brother. “M’ sorry…I know I wasn’t supposed to…but you feel so good. So good. Don’t hate me I’m sorry.”

His brothers cock is impaling him so deeply, brushing against that sensitive spot deep inside. It feels good, better than it should. He can’t stop himself from squeezing around the cock invading his insides. He’s almost embarassed when he squirts, soaking his brothers thighs and the bedsheets beneath them. His brother doesn’t last much longer than him, bruising his thighs with the grip he has on them, muttering all kinds of thank yous as he cums inside him for the first time.

When he pulls out he collapses onto the bed his head still spinning. He knows when he his little brother is back to his senses he’s going to have hell to deal with. They sit there in silence, little brother with his arms crossed, glaring at the ceiling, and big brother pouting, looking at his baby like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry…” he says softly, reaching over to touch him only have his hand smacked away.

“You’re a bad dog.” The youngest says, but there’s no real bite in his words. He pushes himself up on the bed, wincing at the dull pain in his back. He grabs his brother by the hair, making him whine and shoves his face between his legs. He holds him there, the way one would show a dog its own mess to teach it a lesson. “Bad fucking dog. Look what you did.”

And yeah he’s looking. His brothers cunt…it’s all red and wet, white seeping out of the slit and tinged pink from where his virginity once was. It makes his aching cock twitch again, attempting to come back to life.

Calling for my littlest to come into my room, finding momma with his big brother already naked and panting as he clenches his needy cunt around my fingers and whines at mom’s cooing. Look bubs, ready to apologise to your little brother?

Guiding my baby boy closer by the hips, until they’re positioned right where he can fuck his big brother.

“Mom please—I’m sorry bubs I’m sorry—” sniffling from my eldest as his brother ruts into him like a needy puppy

“Can I cum inside him momma? Pretty please?” whines my youngest, already too far gone to think about anything but listening to me

Listening to the lovely sounds of my two favourite boys finally getting along <3

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it just gets so hard to think when momma's talking to me so sweet >///< and big brother's finally being nice to me !!

thank you so much mommy :33

He shoots strings across this chest, panting and still angry. Dad doesn’t touch his brother. He gets to be the perfect little angel. Gets whatever he wants. And now he’s nothing but his big brothers slut. Just like big brother is Dads.

“I’m gonna tell Dad…”

Little boy in skirt x dad/big brother who are horny

Poor little brother with his hands tied behind his back and his legs tied open and bruises all over his soft body and he’s barely conscious, drooling on himself because big brother keeps giving him drinks and candy’s that make him feel funny and dizzy