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Jade could hear the door slam even through her headphones. It was so forceful that it shook her shelf on the opposite wall. She sat there for a moment, contemplating what to do. It was around the time that her siblings would be coming home from school, and clearly someone was mad. She considered doing nothing, letting them cool off before her big sister instincts took over and she arose out of her chair. Cursing her fate of being the only responsible adult in this house, she left her room.
She found the likely culprit downstairs. Penelope was lounging on the couch, idly scrolling on her phone. Her backpack lay discarded on the floor.
“What happened?” Jade asked.
“I dunno” Penelope answered.
“Really?”
“Ugh fine, Tommy got mad at me”
“And why would he get mad at you?” Jade tried her hardest not to roll her eyes. She already knew why, but wanted to hear how Penelope would tell it.
“I was just teasing him a little” Penelope shrugged.
“And?”
Penelope sighed, “he was staring at my tits the whole bus ride, so on the walk home I was going like, ‘you can’t have these’ and, ‘little loser can look but he can’t touch’ and then he-”
“Fuckin…” Jade interrupted her sister, her face in her hands. “You know how sensitive he is about this! Of course he’d get upset!”
“But he’s so fun to tease!”
Jade pinched the bridge of her nose, “It’s not worth it arguing with you. I’ll go talk to him” Jade made her way back up the stairs, Penelope returned to her phone.
For the past two years Thomas had truly been the odd one out. The only member of the family explicitly barred from their tradition. Two years of watching his family members fuck out in the open, while also going through puberty at the same time. It must have been torture.
At least before Penelope had come of age there was some solidarity between them. Penelope and Jade had already broken the rule several times by the time Penelope had turned sixteen, but only the two of them knew about that. Thomas didn’t have that. He was truly alone. Perhaps that knowledge is what drove Jade to knock on the door to Thomas’ bedroom, a sense of big-sisterly pity.
She knocked softly at first, hoping not to alarm him. When there was no response she knocked louder and announced herself.
“Tom, it’s Jade. Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” His voice was sullen.
Jade opened the door. Thomas lay on the bed, curled up. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off. His eyes were red like he’d been crying.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Jade entered the room, closing the door behind her.
“She’s just so mean!” Thomas moved so that he was sitting up.
“I know, I know.”
“I hate her!”
“Hey now,” Jade sat on the bed and took her brother’s hand, “Do you really mean that?”
“No. She'll just be mean about it.”
“No…” Thomas replied, sheepishly.
“Do you want me to talk to her about it? Get her to stop?”
“Ok then,” Jade lightly embraced him, his head resting on her shoulder as she gently ruffled his hair. “I’m sorry Tom”
“It’s fine. Thank you, Jade.”
They sat there for a moment, until Jade had an idea. Perhaps it was a big sister’s duty to bend the rules as needed.
“You know,” She whispered, “there is one thing that we could do to totally show her up.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s one thing that we could do so that next time she teases you about not being allowed to join in you’ll know that she’s full of shit.”
“What?” His tone was confused, but his breathing was quickening. Jade smiled, she had already ensnared him.
“Oh, y’know…” she reached down with her free hand to Thomas’ crotch.
Thomas yelped and pulled away. The siblings looked at each other, eye to eye. Thomas was beet red, his breathing heavy. Jade couldn't help but smile. He was so cute right now, all flustered.
“So, wanna relieve some stress?” her tone was playful as she pushed her hand against Thomas’ stiffening cock, still trapped in his jeans.
“I- I-”
“Use your words”
“Yes, yes please yes”
“Good boy.”
“Dude, you have to lift your hips up for me to take off your pants”
Jade unbuttoned and unzipped Thomas’ pants in one motion. She could see the needy tent in his underwear. She tried to pull the pants the rest of the way off but Thomas was frozen.
“Oh, sorry” he mumbled.
His pants fully off, she simply slipped the waistband of his underwear down, freeing his virgin dick. It sat there, swaying slightly in time with Thomas’ heartbeat. Jade lightly touched it, which elicited a sharp intake of breath from her brother. She examined it. Thomas’ dick was maybe a little longer than Henry’s, but with a smaller head. His bush was thick and dark, with a happy trail extending up into his t-shirt. The balls were a nice size, and the shaft curved upwards slightly. Finished with her inspection she returned her gaze to her brother’s face.
“You’re just getting my hand, ok? Nothing else.”
Thomas nodded vigorously, absolutely speechless. Jade spat on her hand and started stroking. After a few strokes the spit had rubbed in, so she worked up some more and drooled it over his cockhead, circling his frenulum with her thumb. Thomas closed his eyes and whimpered at that.
She made sure to keep a loose grip, but even then after a few more pumps Thomas’ whole body tensed. He babbled something about being close until he gasped. His hips bucked as he orgasmed, accompanied by a soft, breathy moan.
Jade’s pace increased as the cum oozed out, milking one, two, three good pumps until his pleasure abated and the once needy dick began to soften. Thomas fell backward into his pillows, Jade licked her hand clean, savoring the bitter, salty liquid that no other Krier had tasted. She looked back to her brother, who met her gaze through half closed eyes.
“Enjoy yourself?” she asked.
“Yes. Thank you”
“Consider it an IOU. How long is it until your birthday, two months? We can do the rest then, ok?”
“Sure.” Thomas smiled softly.
Jade planted a kiss on Thomas’ cheek, then stood up to leave. She was a little horny now, maybe she could ask Penelope if she was down. Best not to reward her for bad behavior, though. In the bathroom washing the cum off her hands, she decided to wait until Mom came home. It being a wednesday, it was their mother, Stephanie’s turn to be on duty, but she wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. Best to wait.
it literally isn’t cheating if you start a fling with a tgirl that happens to have a chaser boyfriend. his existence should be treated like an afterthought.
"Do you?" She furrows her eyebrows at the way you asked the question. "Wha…"
"I haven't seen you with a boyfriend."
"I showed up with him, he's-"
"Outside? He's been outside a lot tonight, huh? I've had my eye on you for two hours, and not once have you been on his arm. You keep checking your phone like you're waiting on something, but I don't think he's coming, baby."
Her confidence falters a note. "He's just, he went out for a smoke, he said he was coming back in…" You raise your eyebrows to reinforce your previous assertion. She falters under it, and reaches over with one hand to grasp her other forearm.
You sidle a little closer to her, bumping your arm into the fridge she's been standing next to, looking lonely. "I noticed you've been checking her out all night." You gesture at a redhead across the room wearing slightly too much lipstick. That one's been running her mouth to the little woman next to her on the couch ever since the party's host disbanded the half-assed attempt at icebreaker games, and the yearning on your conversational partner's face was so loud that you immediately knew she was missing something important in her life.
She blushes and turns away. "No, I, well, I just think she's really beautiful."
"You want me to get her number for you?" You don't want to get that number for her, but you know this pretty little thing is going to flinch at the notion of actually getting what she wants.
She plays right into your hands. "She's busy, and she's talking to that girl, and besides, she wouldn't want m-…" She tucks her lips between her teeth to smother the rest of the sentence, and she drifts to staring down between her feet.
You take a step forward and a bold step in the conversation, getting close enough to tuck a finger under her chin and lift to force eye contact. You murmur "She wouldn't want you? Why wouldn't she want you? Girl, you're a catch. You didn't come here all dressed up to look at the floor, did you?"
Her eyes get a few drops more watery, and she almost pulls away from your touch, but you take a second finger and run it under her chin again, and she almost puckers as she leans into the touch. A thirst she doesn't seem willing to admit touches her lips for a moment, but then she tries to protest "I came with my boyfriend-"
"Yeah yeah, your boyfriend. But I don't see him here now, with you. You're right here, with me, and I can see what he's missing."
You can feel the desperation in the way she leans forward. "What he's missing? What do you mean?"
"He showed up to the party with the most beautiful girl here, and somehow he's gotten fixated on the reflection in his truck's bumper outside instead of keeping an eye on his woman. I think he should be taught a lesson."
She pulls back a little past your outstretched fingers, but you don't cede distance, and she step back into the ample space available. "What? What are you saying? A lesson? He's just outside, he just, he was just getting a cigarette from her, he's coming back soon…"
"Oh, so he was talking to some girl? And somehow he forgot about you?"
She's on the verge of tears. "I, well, she was…" Her voice drops to a whisper, right about to break. "She's trans too, so…"
A cord unzips around your throat, the friction painful as you see this poor girl push herself aside to make way in her relationship for someone else just because they share a demographic with her. You step further forward and cup her jaw, staring deep into her eyes. "Oh, sweetie, do you think that's why he's with you?"
With an impressive degree of fortitude she manages to return your gaze, and you can see something vulnerable inside her unfurling under your attention. She murmurs out "He just said I'm his type, that he has a thing for tgirls-"
You cut her off with gentle firmness. "Baby girl, 'tgirl' is something that you get to say, not him. Do you like being called that?"
Her cheeks go red and she shakes her head in your hand a little. "I just want to be a woman, but-"
"No 'but' anything. You are a woman, and you deserve to be called that. What do you want to be called? How does gorgeous sound?"
Her lips part, and you can feel her breathing coming heavier. You adjust your grip to hold her chin like a chalice filled with angelic ambrosia, and you continue "Delightful? Sweet thing?" That gets a shiver out of her, and you can tell that if you find just the right phrase, you might get a moan out of her.
The air etches with the truest sentence of the evening: "Are you my little girl?"
You get the moan you were aiming for, and in the breathless moments she fails to respond you take another step forward and wrap your arms around her waist. You can see stars light in her eyes at your proximity, and she bites her lip for a moment before she remembers the chastity she's so foolishly trying to withhold. "Wait, no, I, I have a boyfriend, I'm lucky to have him, I won't cheat-"
You pull a hand around and put a finger to her lips. "No, you're lucky you found me. Now, cheating only counts if you're doing the same thing with someone else as you do with your boyfriend, right?" She nods her head slightly, and it's so blindingly cute it feels like looking into a supernova. You continue "So how about we do all the things he never does to you?"
free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink
you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands
(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)
anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them
no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit
if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you
alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time
(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)
take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)
just a little fantasy I came up with while I was supposed to be focusing on something else :3
Kate stumbled out to her car, pushing herself into the driver’s seat and slumping behind the wheel. She was so tired she couldn’t even bring herself to cry. She just stared ahead, blankly, letting the day wash over her. Hot tears stung her cheeks before she could process, gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckle grip, breath coming in hot, quick bursts.
By the time she arrived at home, her throat was hoarse from screaming, hands sore from beating her steering wheel at any stop, and her entire body just felt… drained. She made her way up to the apartment door, fiddling with keys before the door swung open.
“Ah- hey, sweetie,” Kate sighed. The taller woman in the doorway stepped to the side, letting Kate past as she slumped onto the couch, sighing and throwing her purse aside, rubbing at her face. The dark-haired woman dutifully took her purse, hanging it up on the hook beside the door, sitting on the couch opposite her, lounging and looking far more relaxed.
“Bad day?”
Kate opened her eyes, looking across the room at her. She’d gotten so much older. When did that happen? Her daughter, Raven, had always been a little off-kilter. Kate supposed it was her fault, really. Her father had stepped out before she was old enough to form words, leaving Kate at 16 to raise their child on her own. Quiet and brooding throughout middle and high school, she’d worried she’d done something to damage her socialization skills, that not having a father would be bad for her “son”, but, no, after high school Raven informed her of what exactly had been on her mind.
She’d blossomed quickly, both physically and socially. Her hair had always been blonder than Kate’s, closer to her father’s, and so she routinely dyed it black, a wolf cut that hid her eyes, but… it suited her. Growing up on the fringes, poor as they’d been despite Kate’s best efforts, she’d fallen in with a more… dicey crowd. They were all sweet, though, often offering Kate whatever they were smoking and whispering (when they thought Kate couldn’t hear) that she was a catch, which was endearing. She’d never thought she’d be a “milf”.
“Yeah, sorry,” Kate sighed, sinking a little further into the couch. “It’s… nothing to worry yourself about.”
Raven frowned, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms. “I’m not just going to not ask. You look like a wreck.”
Kate winced at that. She’d always tried to look strong, to be good enough to be both parents, but… “I know,” she said softly, rubbing at her arm. “It was… not great.”
“Talk about it. I’m here.”
“Honey, I don’t want to vent-?”
“I pay half the rent at this point,” Raven shrugged, falling into a more nonchalant stance, hands behind her head. “Talk to me like I’m a roommate.”
She chewed her lip anxiously. “I…” She sighed, shaking her head softly. “It was Mark again.”
“Fucking Mark- really? Again? That was the asshole that harassed you last week, too.”
“It… yeah.” She huffed, letting her head fall back. “A customer started saying gross stuff to me, and when I went to get a manager, Mark just took his side and they joked and…”
“You should call fucking HR! Your manager talking about you like that should be fucking illegal, but at the very least you should get him fired.”
“If I try, he might fire me,” Kate grimaced, looking away, cheeks burning a bit with shame. “I know it’s awful, but I just have to… deal with it.”
Raven huffed, standing and looking like she was about to throw something, fists balled at her side, before she finally sighed, slumping. “Want to order pizza or something? I’ll pay.”
She wanted to protest, offer to throw something at the food, but she just weakly nodded, Raven already pulling out her phone to make the order. Kate felt… a little humiliated, but a little grateful, too. She knew that at nearly thirty, Raven wasn’t a child anymore. She can’t treat her like one or expect her to still be her little girl anymore. She had a big girl job, bringing in half the rent, it made sense for her to take care of things sometimes. Kate didn’t have to be the strong one all the time. Even though it hurt.
“Alright, got your usual,” Raven smiled, leaning against the wall next to the couch. “You ought to go take a shower, get in some comfy clothes or something. We’ll just have a nice couch night.”
Kate laughed softly, feeling her cheeks dust pink. “When did you get so doting? Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”
“Come on, daughters give their mom like, foot rubs or massages or whatever. Plus we never got the chance to have girls nights growing up, so we can make up for it now, yeah?”
She felt that little prickle of shame up her neck, that she should’ve known, that she should’ve done better- she shoved it down, giving a lopsided smile and nodding, standing up off the couch and nearly falling over if not for Raven reaching over and stabilizing her.
“Yeesh, careful in the shower if you’re falling all over the place,” Raven laughed, and Kate felt herself go even more red. “Go on, I’ll handle the food and stuff. Just relax.”
She grumbled but complied, off to her room to grab comfy sweatpants and a big t-shirt, then to the shower to wash off the sweat and shame from the day. It did feel nice… especially knowing Raven was taking care of everything else. Not having to be the only one supporting the two of them was nice.
Raven had always wanted to help. She learned to cook at an early age, did a lot of the cleaning. It made Kate feel like a shit mom, but… it was helpful. It kept her from snapping on more than one occasion. They kept a bit of distance as Raven grew up, but after her coming out that distance closed, slowly but surely.
The hot water was exactly what she needed. Nearly scalding, scrubbing away all of the disgusting thoughts from the day, looking forward to a nice, easy night in. It was the beginning of a rare three-day weekend for her, and she could just sleep in tomorrow morning after stuffing herself with pizza and watching some TV. This was good. No reason to feel guilty.
She put her hair up in a towel as she left the bathroom, pausing in the hallway as Raven held out a glass.
“Wine?” she smiled, accepting it gratefully.
“Relaxing night in,” Raven replied, raising her own half-filled glass of red wine and taking a sip. “We’re unwinding. C’mon, pizza’s gonna get cold.”
Kate smiled, following her to the couch, sitting cross legged and accepting her pizza, eating slowly as Raven flipped through channels.
“It kind of feels like a sleepover,” Kate chuckled quietly. “I never went to very many in high school, but… pizza and TV. We going to talk about boys next?”
Raven barked out a harsh laugh, flashing her a toothy smile. “If I swung that way, maybe.”
Right, shit. Kate laughed back, hoping to laugh it off and move past it. Raven was content to drop it, turning her attention back to the TV as Kate took a longer drink of wine. “Where’d you even get this wine?” Kate frowned. “I haven’t bought any.”
“I got some last time I was out,” she shrugged. “I keep some in my room sometimes.”
Kate’s jaw dropped. “Raven!”
“What? I’m twenty-nine, I can drink whenever I want. I’m not a kid.”
“I- I know! I just… it’s…?”
“I can start keeping it in the kitchen?” she asked, giving an appeasing smile. “Would that help, mom?”
A strange feeling curled in her gut but she nodded, relaxing back against the couch. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”
“Sure.”
They both took another drink, eyes glued to the TV. Why was she feeling so weird? She shook it off, finishing her glass and pouring herself half of another, nursing it close. Things were fine. She was having a nice, relaxing night in, and it was going to be good.
As Raven flipped through, she paused for just half a second on some live action show, two girls up in each other’s faces, and it looked heated.
“There’s so much more of that now,” Kate mused, a little drunk, words coming somewhat unbidden.
“Mm? More of what?”
“You know. Girls…?”
“With other girls?”
“Yeah, that,” Kate mumbled, taking another long drink.
“I’m sure there were dykes on TV when you were growing up. Didn’t you have like, Xena and Buffy and shit?”
“Well… okay, yes, but…?” She hummed, gently drawing her finger around the rim of her glass. “It was… different. It wasn’t as popular.” The words poured from her lips before she knew she was saying them. “Honestly, if I’d had the kinds of shows you do now when I was growing up, I would’ve been more into women.”
Raven’s head swung over, eyes fixed on Kate. “Oh yeah?”
“I mean girls are pretty,” she shrugged. “I’m not a lesbian or anything, but I can appreciate how pretty girls are.”
Raven pressed. “How so?”
“Well… I mean, shows where they kiss are nice. Girls are shaped a lot more attractive than boys. Lips and… hips and all that.”
Raven snorted. “Oh, yeah?”
“What?” she huffed, setting her wine aside to put her hands on her hips. “Am I wrong?”
“No, no. Just, it sounds like you like girls.”
“I-! I appreciate them aesthetically. I like boys, you know that.”
“You are aware you can like both, right?”
She opened her mouth and it snapped shut, almost against her own will. She wanted to protest, but memories she hadn’t realized were still in her brain began to resurface. Playing in the yard with a friend, her mother telling her not to get too close. Wanting to join the soccer team and having her father tell her “she’s not a fucking dyke” and forcing her to be in choir instead. She shrank into the couch a little, grabbing her wine back up and finishing the second half glass, before reaching for the bottle again.
“You alright there?”
“Mm-? Oh, I’m… fine,” Kate laughed, waving a hand. “Are you going to find something to watch?”
“That movie we just passed does have good reviews,” she said, turning it back to the one with the girls. “It did super well in theaters. The tension and all that.”
“What’s it about?”
She folded her legs up under her, sipping her wine as Raven began to ramble. She loved talking about movies and games. When Kate had grown up, she’d always wanted to talk about the stuff she’d learned, the things she’d read, and never had anyone to talk to about it. Despite the distance she’d had with Raven as she grew into her own, she always made sure to listen attentively to her interests. She’d heard about most of the Pokémon by now, and knew which shooter games were “the good ones” and which ones were "junk”.
“The wine is getting to you,” Raven laughed, Kate’s head snapping up.
“What? N-no it’s not,” she protested, cheeks flushing. “Is it not getting to you?”
“I’ve only had one,” Raven replied, swirling the wine in her glass. “You’re getting a little flushed.”
“Well… maybe it’s the movie,” she huffed, folding her arms.
“Oh yeah? So you’re blushing at the girls kissing on TV?”
Her head whipped over, seeing the girls panting into each other’s mouths and her face went brighter red. “Th-that-! Y-you don’t need to be watching this with your mother-!”
“Oh, c’mon,” she grinned, a little more devious and shit-eating than normal. “I said we’re roommates, right? And you were talking about gossip. So c’mon, they’re cute, right?”
Kate forced her eyes away from Raven and toward the TV, to the two onscreen. A waifish little redhead was melting into the arms of the larger brunette girl. Something about a werewolf, or some… curse or something. She was lifting the redhead up now, strong hands under her thighs, pinning her to the wall, pushing her body between her legs as she kissed down her neck, the redhead mewling and clawing at her back.
“I… y-yeah,” Kate muttered. “They are cute, yes.”
“See? You can totally like both.” Raven beamed, nonchalant as ever, and Kate just gave an awkward little nod. “Honestly that redhead is my type, if a little thin. I like a shortstack.”
Kate shifted nervously, unsure of where her attention should go – the very erotically charged scene on TV, or her daughter who was unabashedly watching them and talking about her taste in women.
“I think the bigger girl is more my style,” she shrugged, deciding to keep her eyes on the screen. “The way she lifts the little one is attractive.”
“Mm, yeah?”
“I’ve always gone for taller guys,” Kate shrugged, finishing her… fourth? glass of wine, and finally setting it aside. “I like being manhandled.”
Raven cackled. “There you go! Now that’s girl sleepover gossip.” She rubbed her chin. “Honestly, I’ve always liked doing the manhandling. Womanhandling? I like smaller girls. When I wasn’t out, I thought I was some meek little nerd but now that I’m on E and actually working out, god, it’s so hot. They just melt for you.”
Kate laughed, high-pitched and nervous. “Oh, I bet.”
“Yeah?”
“You do kind have the whole Xena thing going on,” Kate teased with a smile. “I bet girls love it.”
It took Raven a few seconds to respond before giving a low, breathy chuckle. “Oh, they definitely do. They’re like putty for me.”
“Gosh,” Kate sighed, leaning on her hand, watching the girls on TV laugh and finish up their adventure, pulling the movie to a close. “It does sound nice. Maybe I am also into women.”
“What sounds nice, Kate?”
“Mm, just… having a girl touch me, I guess?” She laughed awkwardly, playing with a strand of her hair. “That’s weird to say.”
“Not at all. Lots of girls like being touched by girls.”
She chewed her lip. “Well… I suppose. But that’s not…? I don’t know. I guess you’re right.” She moved to grab her glass and gasped as she bumped it instead, the empty glass falling to the carpet and cracking, but not shattering. “Oh, fuck-!”
“I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Raven laughed, jumping up and grabbing it, moving to put it away along with the food. “I’ll put this away. Sit still for me.”
“Okay,” Kate nodded, obediently resting back in her seat. She didn’t register how long Raven stood there, staring, before rushing off to finish what she’d set out to do. It felt like no time until she returned, her head swimming as she looked up at the dark-haired woman.
“You’re very drunk,” she said, hand on her hip.
“I’m moderately tipsy,” she argued.
“Fine, tipsy, drunk, whatever. We ought to get you to bed.”
“It’s barely late,” Kate groaned, and Raven shot her a look.
“Up, now.”
She rose without thinking, groaning softly, accepting Raven’s arm around her waist, guiding her toward her bedroom. It was nice. Calming, so warm, brushing up under her t-shirt against the bare skin of her hip. Raven’s fingers were lightly calloused, both gentle in her grip and firm to keep her from falling over.
“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning into Raven. She could feel her swallow hard as she held her close, not responding, just leading her back to her room. She leaned against Raven’s chest with a humming sigh. She was so big, and warm, and muscular. Like the girl on TV… she was like the werewolf girl, so strong and so kind. “You’re so sweet,” she babbled. “So, so sweet to me.”
“You deserve it,” Raven replied, her voice low and a warm, brushing over Kate’s face. “You deserve someone to be sweet to you, Kate.”
“I don’t,” she sighed, finally pulling away when they got to her room, throwing herself on the bed. “I’m… mmfh. I was a bad mom.”
“No you weren’t,” Raven frowned, sitting on the side of the bed. “Why would you think that?”
“I… I should’ve known, and helped you come out, and- and I… your father was gone, and we never had any money, and I couldn’t… get you the things you wanted… that trip- the one in high school? The one I couldn’t afford?”
“Hey, hey,” Raven shushed, cupping Kate’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her jawline softly. “It’s alright. You know what? I was happy to spend it here with you instead.”
Kate laughed, watery and desperate, surprised as she started to sniffle, rubbing her face. “That isn’t true and you know it!” she laughed. “You could’ve been… backpacking in Europe or whatever, and you were just here, and I was working and…?”
“And helping you is where I wanted to be,” Raven reassured her, both hands cupping her face now. Her eyes were so big and dark, so full of life and love. Surely she hadn’t gotten that from Kate? Was that what she looked like, reflected in those big, beautiful eyes?
She whimpered gently. “Why? I wouldn’t have wanted to spend that summer with my mom while my friends were off having fun.”
“Kate…” Raven sighed, closing her eyes tight, and Kate would’ve pouted if she didn’t bump their foreheads together softly, nose brushing hers, breath washing over Kate’s face. “I care about you a lot. I’ve watched you struggle your fucking ass off since that deadbeat let us. You never let anyone help, you never let anyone see you when you were struggling – no one but me. I saw every time you stumbled. I watched every time you struggled, and I wanted to do something so fucking bad. I’m so happy to help you, now.”
When she opened her eyes, it was like Kate could breathe again. Why were her eyes so intoxicating? Was Raven crying? She shouldn’t cry. She was too wonderful and beautiful to cry. What was she supposed to do? She saw a girl crying earlier… on TV…? What stopped her…?
She pushed forward, closing the very short gap, smashing her lips to Raven’s. The girl was still cupping her cheeks, her face close, and she didn’t move. She didn’t respond, didn’t react… Kate pulled away softly. Thank goodness. She wasn’t crying anymore. But she looked… concerned, and…?
“Oh, god,” Kate gasped, pulling back and away. Oh fuck. “I-? S-sweetie, I- I’m so, so sorry, I’m- I’m drunk, oh god, please, I didn’t mean-?”
Raven grabbed Kate’s wrist softly, her voice was cracking, her face filled with a number of complex emotions that Kate couldn’t begin to parse. “Can we do it again? Please?”
“R-Raven, honey…?”
“Please, Kate.” She was practically panting, face flushed. “Please, just a little. I won’t… I won’t tell, please, I… I need…”
Her hands moved from Kate’s, gently grabbing her waist under her shirt, calloused fingers digging into the skin needily as she squirmed. Her body was reacting far stronger than it should’ve, muscles tensing, cheeks and chest flushing red, thighs sticky.
“Raven,” Kate whined softly. “Raven, we… you’re m-?”
“Your roommate, remember?” she tried, grinning. “Maybe it’ll make things complicated, but if you want this… w-we can. We can, if we want.”
Her head was spinning. “Do you?”
“I…” Her fingers started to leave Kate’s sides, and Kate instinctively moved her hands to clamp down on them, keeping her firmly on her hips. She looked up from her hands to Raven’s wide, wild eyes. They must’ve been mirroring her own. She knew that now. The way her pupils were blown out with need, jaw hanging open just slightly, hot breath mingling with Kate’s own.
It was stupid. It was an incredibly stupid thing. But, fuck… her day had been so horrible. The things the men said about her at the store, the customer and her boss… and no one else was kind to her like Raven. No one else took care of her. No one else got her wine and pizza and held her so close like she needed her to breathe.
Kate was so, so tired… tired of being strong, tired of being an adult, tired of being treated like dirt. Raven wanted to treat her like a princess. She could really, really use that.
“Okay,” she whispered. She could practically feel the veil of tension around them shatter as she did. Cracks forming in the air, and through them, not her daughter, but Raven, a woman closer to her age than she had any right to be, beautiful and strong and wanted her. “Okay, just… I’ve… never…?”
“With a girl, yeah,” Raven laughed, husky and breathless. “I’ll be gentle, Kate. Don’t worry.”
The statement alone made her go bright red, but Raven pushing her into a firm, steady kiss sent her up and over what she’d expected. Those warm hands ran up her sides, blunted nails brushing against sensitive skin, and when Raven reacted to a kiss she fucking reacted. She was grunting and moaning, lips hot and wet against Kate’s own, her tongue occasionally prodding questioningly until Kate’s lips parted to accept it and holy fuck she tasted so good, so hot, so forward.
She let her arms fall around Raven’s shoulders, pulling her in close as the dark-haired girl groaned, grabbing her tight around the waist and pulling Kate into her lap, chests pressed together through thin fabric. As she settled in, she felt Raven through her sweatpants and oh god, she hadn’t thought about that any more than something in passing before. She pushed her tongue weakly against Raven’s, and was rewarded with the feeling of a hot, warm twitching between her legs and she shivered hard, melting into her.
Raven just held her, close and safe, kissing her hard and exploring her sides with her hands, mapping out every little inch like she was some precious work of art. All the men she’d ever been with had made her feel wanted, but never cherished, not like this. Raven touched her like she was lucky to be with her, not out of obligation. She was a reward. Kate could feel herself panting and moaning into her daughter’s mouth, her hips bucking hard at the realization and use of the word. Deep in her brain, she chastised herself for being a pervert, but the second Raven’s hands moved to her chest, it all melted away.
She sounded like such a slut. Like that girl in the movie, as Raven massaged and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers, she mewled and whined and crumped against her chest, taking heaving, gasping breaths and grinding down hard. Raven’s mouth moved to Kate’s neck, kissing and biting softly, sharp enough that Kate knew she was leaving little marks all up and down the soft flesh.
“Raven,” she whined, tangling her fingers in her hair.
“How is it?” Raven growled in her ear, giving the lobe a little nibble.
“G-good, feels… really good…”
“Yeah… that’s a good girl…”
Kate cried out at that, clinging and whining and arching her back softly, blushing as she hid her face in Raven’s neck.
“Ohh? Listen to that. You like when I call you a good girl, baby?”
“Nnh…!! W-wait, that’s…”
“You work so hard, sweetheart…” Kate blinked in surprise, feeling Raven growling against her neck in a way that was almost a purr. Her fingers were on Kate’s back now, clawing little lines down it in a soft, tender way as she planted warm, loving little kisses up her jaw. “You’re so good for me. You’re wonderful, Kate. You’re such a good girl…”
“Nngh… aahh… y-yeah…” she blushed, hiding deeper and nipping at Raven’s neck softly, exploratory. “Th-thank you…”
“Go on and say it, baby.”
“I…!”
“If you do, I’ll give you more.” She accentuated her point by grabbing Kate’s hips, grinding her down against her, drawing a whimper from Kate as she realized she’d nearly soaked through her sweatpants.
“I… I-I, I don’t…?”
“Say you’re a good girl, Kate.”
She whined, closing her eyes tight. “I’m… a good… girl…”
Kate cried out and gasped as Raven grabbed her, throwing her up the bed and climbing over her, shucking her t-shirt off with one swift movement and tugging her pants down with the next, kissing wetly over her chest as she squirmed and groaned.
“God damn you’re so gorgeous,” Raven whispered as she ran her tongue over Kate’s nipple, her dark eyes darting up to meet Kate’s. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Th-that’s not true-!” she gasped, moving to push Raven’s head away but finding herself tangling her fingers in her hair, tugging her closer, more encouraging. “I… I’ve seen the girls you talk to, and… some of the ones you bring by…”
Raven laughed, a warm, rough sound that tickled Kate’s stomach. “None of those have anything on you. I promise. My good girl.”
She whined at that, legs kicking involuntarily before Raven grabbed one, thumb digging into the tender flesh of her thigh as she moaned, louder than before, rolling her head back. Raven hummed at that, moving both hands to her thighs, slowly massaging her thighs as she whimpered and cried out hard, thrashing.
“Nnhh! R-Raven, it’s…!”
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
“I-it… hurts good…”
“Atta girl. You’re so responsive for me. Thank you, sweetheart.”
She was losing her mind. She felt like she was going insane. This… wasn’t right. Kate’s daughter moved down her chest to her stomach, giving moaning kisses and wanton licks as she grinned up at her, moving down and down. Raven, who Kate had given birth to, was licking and sucking and biting Kate’s thighs now, growling to herself, her own hips rocking further down, grinding needily against the bed. Oh god. She was about to-
“Ask for it,” Raven demanded, looking up at her. Her breath was hot against Kate’s dripping sex, so fucking close, so close she could nearly feel it, but… not touching. Not yet. Not unless Kate asked her daughter to eat her out. Jesus.
“I…? I-I’m…”
Raven’s lust-clouded eyes cleared just a bit and she pulled back. “Hey. It’s okay, Kate. If you’re not ready for this, I underst-”
“Please,” Kate whispered, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it. “Please please please please please.”
Raven paused, then laughed hard, and while Kate couldn’t see from behind the pillow, she felt her tongue slowly lap along her slit before swearing and pushing into her. Kate cried out hard, legs wrapping around Raven and digging her heels into her back, giving her the leverage to fuck up against her daughter’s face as Raven hummed happily. One of her hands held Kate’s hips, the other moved up to slowly rub circles over her thumb as she growled and moaned against her mother’s cunt, lapping at her like she was the first drink in the desert.
No one had ever touched her like this. Men had fucked her, sure, used their fingers and their cocks, but it was always methodical, mechanical, in and out and done. She’d… she wasn’t proud, but she’d done some sex work to keep Raven in school. Sometimes she’d met men at their houses, sometimes they came over while Raven was away, but it always felt disgusting and obligatory. This was neither.
Despite the fact that Raven was her flesh and blood daughter, it felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life. She felt more love and care with each long, moaning lick than with all the men she’d been with put together. Every circle of her clit – which was the first time someone other than Kate had touched it! – was pushing her toward her own pleasure, not Raven’s. She could cry- she was crying now, sobbing with need, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she abandoned the pillow, no longer trying to hide. She wanted to hold Raven’s hair, push her down, feel her inside her, fuck, she NEEDED her so BADLY.
Raven looked up with the most love Kate had ever seen in anyone’s eyes, and she wished she could kiss her. She wished she could be kissing her at the same time Raven ate her needy cunt, but they both wanted to stay right here, right now, maybe forever. Something inside of Kate was crumbling, very, very slowly. That need to be the strong one, the caretaker, the one administering love and never receiving it, was slowly being replaced with something new, and a little scary.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” It was the one time Raven lifted off of her, and only for a second, Kate nodding hard and babbling out promises before Raven returned to her job, humming and working her expertly. It took a while, honestly. Kate wasn’t sure how long they were there, but time seemed to stretch and dilate as she rolled her hips, fucking Raven’s face, her pussy almost sore from the attention when the strain in her body started to reach a fever pitch, her core tightening.
“R-Raven, I’m close, I’m close…” she whispered. The dark-haired girl smiled, nodding, and slowly slipped a finger into Kate, working her in and out as Kate whimpered and squirmed, twisting the sheets in her hands hard. Raven’s finger brushed against a spot Kate had never touched in her life, and she started to see stars, gasping and bucking and sweating, and then Raven added a second finger and Kate screamed, fully and truly, not giving a damn if anyone in the other apartments heard, tightening around Raven’s fingers and clenching in waves that rippled through her entire body, darkening and brightening her vision in equal measure.
Finally she gasped, collapsing to the bed, chest heaving as she caught her breath. She was so out of it, so dizzy, that she hadn’t realized Raven had stepped away until she was back with a big glass of water. Her shirt was off now and Kate could see the long happy trail leading down into her pants, as well as how heavy her bare breasts were. Was that hormones? God they had done a number on her. Raven was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen.
Kate accepted the water, drinking it down eagerly and panting, the liquid cooling down her body as she hummed happily. As soon as Raven set it aside, Kate pulled her down toward her, locking her into a firm kiss as she moaned, Raven chuckling against her mouth.
They kissed for a while before Raven broke away, smiling and stretching.
“I ought to let you get to bed,” she sighed, scratching her neck. “You’re still probably pretty drunk.”
“What are you talking about?” Kate frowned, meeting Raven’s eyes.
“Huh?”
She put on a performative pout. “You’re just going to tease me and leave? After all that grinding?” She leaned forward toward Raven, putting on a sultry voice she hadn’t used since high school: “You’re not even going to fuck me, Raven?”
It earned her another throw onto the bed with a satisfied and surprised squeak, Raven grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She grabbed the water, downing the rest of it as she dropped her pants and holy fucking shit. Kate had read about estrogen and she hormones made things shrink. Was Raven bigger than this before hormones?
“Look at you, slack-jawed and needy,” Raven grinned, looming over her. “What a little slut. You want this cock so bad, don’t you, pretty girl?”
The groan she let out was different from the one when Raven praised her for being a good girl. It was more guttural, more needy. “Please…? Your fingers and mouth felt so good, but I need…”
“You need to be filled,” Raven said, matter-of-factly, pulling Kate’s legs up to her chest and slowly grinding between her legs. God. When she slid between Kate’s thighs, it went halfway to her belly button and was so fucking thick. God. “Say it.”
“I need to be filled,” Kate said, quickly, obediently.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Really, really bad,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fuck, I’m wet. You’re so big, Raven…”
The girl blushed dark red and laughed, rubbing her face. “I guess so. Maybe you’ve just been with a bunch of losers.”
Kate shook her head hard. “I’ve been with longer guys. You look… perfect.” She took a breath, forcing her eyes away from their legs up to Raven’s eyes. “Like you were built for me.”
Raven did not waste any more time bending her nearly in half, lining her cock up against Kate’s cunt, and slowly pushing in. Kate whined and gasped, clawing at the sheets and squirming until she found a comfortable spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips bucked, and she could already feel herself cumming before Raven was fully buried in her.
“God you’re such a slut,” she growled. “Maybe you were built for me. The perfect little cocksleeve.” Kate had never heard her be so vulgar. She just let out a strangled, whining cry as Raven pushed in deeper, harder, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. She picked up speed as she went, slowly beginning to piston into Kate with a rhythmic grunting. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you!! Fuck, thank you, oh god, thank you!”
“You sound so pretty… Keep talking while I fuck you…”
Her tongue was out like an animal in rut and Kate could’ve passed out right then and there. Both ankles held in one hand by the much larger girl, towering over her and stretching her so good, her brain was starting to melt a little.
“Please, fuck me, oh god, Raven…” she whimpered, complying with her request. “Please, god, I need you so fucking bad, I want you to fuck me forever, nngh…! Mmfh, I’m all yours, forever, you can do whatever you want as much as you want, I don’t care, just never stop making me feel like this…”
“I won’t, I swear, I won’t, Kate,” Raven growled, biting down on her shoulder as Kate cried out. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you!! I want you so bad, Raven, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me I… I n-need…” Something cracking. Breaking. “Fuck, oh god…” Broken. “Knock me up, Raven, please,” she begged, a primal need bubbling out. “Oh fuck please fill me up, please, get me pregnant I need you to get me pregnant so bad…”
“Holy fuck, that’s it, good girl…” Raven laughed, fucking her faster, harder, pushing gasping whines from Kate’s throat, so hard she could barely breathe. “I’m going to. I’m going to get you so fucking pregnant. You’re never ever gonna leave, are you, good girl?”
“P-please keep… calling me… that!”
“Good girl? You like that, precious? My good girl? My little princess?”
“Oh fuck, mommy, please knock me up!!”
There was a flicker of a moment of near complete silence, so utter and complete that you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Both women’s eyes snapped open at the realization, wide as dinnerplates, sensing the intense thing looming over them, crashing into them, and destroying what was in favor of what now is.
Raven kissed Kate hard, tongue pushing into her mouth violently, hips slamming into her as Kate screamed and squeaked and clawed up Raven’s back, pinning the little thing over in half as she buried herself in her one last time, growling and crying out in Kate’s mouth as she came, filling her so completely that some spilled out, holding her down and keeping her still so that she didn’t slip out.
A minute passed, then a second, and then Kate started to cry. Silent, hot tears, then sniffles, then a soft sobbing and into a wailing as Raven pulled her close, stroking her hair gently.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing a kiss into Kate’s forehead. “It’s okay. Breathe, little one. Momma’s got you. I’m never letting you go again.”
Kate wailed and sobbed hard, clinging against Raven’s chest, her own heaving with gasping cries, feeling what little sense and sanity she had left spilling from her, leaving like the tide. In its place was an intense need, a tying bond, and a realization that she didn’t need to be strong anymore. Ever again.
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Your older sister Nyx surprised you with a plane ticket a week and a half ago, saying she needed to tell you something she could only say in person. You’ve been worried sick, terrified that she might have some horrible news to give you. When the day finally comes, she picks you up from the airport in a sleek white sportscar. Its engine still purrs as she steps out to open the trunk and tosses your bags in her car, then pulls you into a tight hug. Despite being your big sister, she had been shorter than you for about as long as you can remember. You don’t mind, though. Somehow, her hugs always manage to make you feel small.
“Missed you, kiddo.” she says, her face pressed into your chest.
“I missed you too, sis.”
It’s only been a few months since you last saw her, but it felt like years. You squeeze her a little tighter, just glad to feel her warmth again.
It's a long drive home, getting through the city during rush hour on a Friday is slow. She’s blasting emo music and screaming along to it, and all you can think about is how beautiful she is singing like this.
The moment the traffic clears she floors it, the acceleration pushing you back into your seat. When you glance at the dashboard, you swear you see triple digits. That should rightfully terrify you, but you feel just as safe as you've always felt around her. She seems totally in control of everything, her hand on the stick as she weaves in and out of traffic. Truthfully, it’s kind of hot.
The music is too loud to start a conversation, but you’re still worried about what she has to say. You’ve had a million notions about what it might be, but none of them make sense. You do your best not to stress about it during the drive, resolving to just ask when you get to her place.
She pulls you into another hug the moment the door shuts behind you, holding you close. You almost start to ask the question that had been burning in your mind, but she pulls away and breaks the silence first.
Her voice trembles as she starts, "I-I don’t know how to say this, but…” before trailing off.
Maybe she found out how you really feel about her and she hates you. Maybe one of your moms died, maybe both of your moms died. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, dreading the next words that would leave her lips. But instead, she says something you never dared dream you would hear.
"I love you, Emmie. Like, I’m in love with you, I’m so in love with you it hurts…”
You can see the fear written across her face as she says it, like she’s terrified you’ll yell at her for it. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her this afraid of anything, she’s the bravest person you know.
"Fuck, I’m s-sorry I can get you a flight home I’ve probably just ruined everything but I missed you so mu—”
Before she can finish, you move without thinking, bending down a little to press your lips against hers. It’s awkward, your nose kind of smushes against hers and your glasses nearly get pushed off your face, but it feels perfect to you. Of course it does; it’s her, it’s your sister, it’s everything you ever wanted and thought you could never have.
You pull away after a few brief moments, adrenaline coursing through your system. Fuck, you don’t know why you did that, you just… couldn’t stop yourself. You almost start to apologize, but she grabs you by the collar of your jacket and pulls you in for another kiss. This one is messier, hungrier, your sister’s tongue pushing into your mouth. Needy whimpers bleed into the kiss as Nyx makes a moment you’ve only fantasized about become more real than anything has ever felt before. Something presses against your thigh and– oh fuck, she’s getting turned on by this. Just the thought of it makes you a little dizzy.
When she finally breaks the kiss, your thoughts unfreeze just enough to ask the question that had been burning in your mind since she confessed.
"H-how long have you—” you start to ask.
"Since you came out,” she says, with absolute certainty. “Watching you blossom into the girl you are now I… How was I supposed to not fall in love with you?” Her hands run up and down your sides as she says that, her touch sending a shiver down your spine.
Leaning into her embrace, you bury your face in the crook of her neck. You take a deep breath in, filling your head with her scent; she smells like apples and vanilla, warmth and safety.
"You smell really nice…” you mumble. It’s all you can think about, you’ve missed her scent so much. Her hand drifts up, fingers tangling in your hair as she begins to scratch gently at your scalp. All the tension built up in your body after your flight melts away under your sister’s love, a soft whine escaping your throat.
“Oh, good girl… I’m gonna take really good care of you this week, okay?” she purrs into your ear. You nod against her shoulder, you trust her completely.
She lets you go after what felt like an eternity in her arms, taking your hand and leading you into her living room. A smile crosses your face as she turns on her stereo and you hear the opening notes of Doll, the first song on your favorite Foo Fighters album. You’ve been talking to her about music a lot lately, but you never thought she’d actually remember your favorites. She breathes a loud sigh of relief as she takes a seat on the couch, sinking into the cushions.
“It’s good to be home, today was too long… C’mere, lay your head in my lap,” she says, patting the spot beside her.
You lie down next to her, resting your head on her thigh like she asked. Not quite comfy yet, you shift around a little until you find just the right spot, those gentle scratches on your head returning once you settle in. You both stay like that for a while, sitting almost completely still and basking in each other’s warmth while the music plays.
Her scent is a little different from where you are now, less of her perfume and more of her sweat and natural scent; it’s almost intoxicating. You blush as you feel the bulge in her sweatpants again, pressing gently against the back of your head. You hold as still as you can, not wanting to weird her out, but when you shift your head a little on accident, the tiny moan that leaves her lips dissolves every bit of your self control. She’s been so good to you, flying you out to see her, taking time off work to be with you. It’s only natural to want to reward her for it, right?
You roll over so that you’re facing her stomach, her girlcock now pressed right up against your cheek. Worried that you might be going too far, you glance up at her, searching for any sign of discomfort on her face. She’s blushing bright red, biting her lip; you’re not the best at picking up hints but it’s clear that she wants you. Emboldened, you rub your cheek gently against her bulge, your head getting fuzzy as you drink in the scent of her sweat and need.
The hand playing idly with your hair tightens into a fist and you feel her hips buck a little underneath you.
“F-fuck, Emily,” she whines, her breathing getting more and more ragged. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this…”
You can’t believe it either, but nothing could stop you now. You plant little kisses along her cock over the fabric, but that’s not enough for you, or for her. You whimper as she pulls your head back a little and holds you there; you never thought having your hair pulled would feel good like that. Her free hand awkwardly works to tug down her sweatpants and boxers; she giggles a little and apologizes as she struggles with her waistband, but you don’t mind waiting.
When her cock finally springs free of her boxers, you almost can’t breathe. It’s so pretty, her scent even more overpowering without all that fabric in the way. You need it so bad, you need her so bad. You have just enough self control left to ask for her consent.
“Nyx, c-can I–”
You can’t even finish your question before she nods, pushing your head back down towards her lap again. It’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of, totally surrounded by her scent. You’re not sure what you’re doing, you’ve never done this before, so you just do what comes natural; just more little kisses at first, but you need more. She moans as you take the tip into your mouth, her grip on your hair dissolving into more soft scratches that have you melting into a needy puddle for her.
“That’s it, good girl, just like that,” she purrs, her praise making your tummy flutter. Time starts to blur as you lose yourself in it, a look of bliss settling on your face as you worship your big sister, just like you’ve always dreamed of. She leans back into the couch cushion, letting you take things at your own pace as you slowly push yourself further and further.
Inexperienced as you are, you’re clearly doing something right; after a few minutes she can hardly hold back her voice and her thighs are starting to tremble, her hips bucking and pushing her cock deeper down your throat.
“Fuckkkk,” she groans. “You’re so good at this, Emmie. Such a good little slut…”
You can’t help but moan at that; you want to be a good slut for her, it’s all you can think about.
“G-getting close… I just- need more, tell me if you need me to stop okay?”
You squeak as she tugs sharply on your hair, pulling your head back until her cock is just barely still in your mouth and holding you there before she starts to thrust her hips, fucking up into your throat.
You fight to control your gag reflex, trying your best to breathe through your nose as she uses you like a toy. It’s so overwhelming, but you don’t ever want her to stop. You’re hers, you belong to your big sister, and it feels amazing…
“E-Emmie!” she stutters, bucking her hips up one last time and forcing your head as far down on her cock as she can.
You feel her pulsing in your mouth, just barely able to taste her load on the back of your tongue as she pumps it down your throat. She keeps you there until you start to run out of air, gagging around her. A thin strand of drool bridges the gap between your lips and her still-twitching cock as she pulls your head back off her length. She lays you back down in her lap, letting out the most contented sigh you’ve ever heard.
“You’re so good, baby sis…” she murmurs.
You catch your breath for a moment, but with your sister’s cock this close to your face, still leaking for you, you just can’t help yourself. You start to kiss the tip of it, cleaning up every drop of her cum as she lazily plays with your hair, both of you basking in the afterglow.
Your throat feels scratchy as you speak for the first time in a while.
“I love you, Nyx.”
It’s the only thing you could say right now, she’s the only thing on your mind. You love her so much, and now you know you’ll never have to hide that love from her ever again.
