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Chapter 1: Skater Girls- Your name is Robin, you're a 18-year-old trans loser skatergirl in your senior year of high school. You get a surprise visit from your older sister, Catherine, on a random Saturday in October. The two of you have always been close, both being each other's rocks through your transitions. Catherine brings you skating, and you two bask in each other's presence more than you'd ever imagined you would.
Chapter 2: The Adults Are Talking - Earlier tonight you and your sister had sex on the roof of your school. Now it's time to go home, and there is so much on your mind. What are you gonna do next, what are you gonna say to her next?
Intermission : Six Below- It's 5 minutes until your little sister's birthday, and you should be sleeping. (POV Cat)
Chapter 3: A Good Day - Last night, you fell asleep in bed with your sister after smoking with her for the first time. Now, you wake up to see what the last day of this so far wonderful weekend has in store for you
Chapter 4: Dark Necessities - You and your sister make your way to her dorm for your first sleep-over since she moved away.
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You and your sister make your way to her dorm for your first sleep-over since she moved away.
You know that it’s not too long of a drive to your sister’s college. My girlfriend’s college, you think. You can’t help but blush and smile at your own inner monologue, staring out the passenger’s side window as the car you're in merges onto the freeway. You’re trying not to show it too much, but you really are eager to see what her dorm looks like. You’ve only gotten a few glimpses the two or three times Cat answered your video calls over these past 18 months. In all honesty this weekend has been the most you’ve seen her since christmas last year.
Your eagerness gets the better of you as you can’t help but lean your head over onto Cat’s shoulder. A second after your head makes shoulder-fall, you feel as your sister’s hand reaches up from the steering wheel and across Cat’s body to ruffle your hair. A sound somewhere between a sigh and a purr escapes your lungs.
“Aw, you okay Baby Bird?” Her voice tickles your mind with that perfect vocal fry. You feel your cheeks getting red, and you turn your face into her shoulder and nuzzle against her.
A muffled “I love you,” slips out, and your sister, your girlfriend, leans down to kiss the top of your head, and everything in this moment is perfect. And then But Not For Me comes on, you let out a scoffing laugh. “Uucchh,” you loudly sigh, playing up your exasperation.
“Oh come on, what?” She smirks, taking the play-fight bait, hook, line, and sinker.
“This song is like the worst on the album, that's what!”
“Fuck off, it is not!?” Her smile can’t help but spread further, though you pick up a genuine hint of confusion from her.
“It’s so whatever for such a good album,” You explain, and though that statement is accurate to your feelings, the gap between enjoyment for the rest of the album isn’t actually all that big.
“I thought Fukouna Girl was your least favorite?”
You shrug, “I mean, maybe it used to be, but honestly it’s grown on me some.”
“Huh,” She seems a little surprised.
“Nothing Special is still the best of the tracklist though,”
“Okay, now I know you’re fucking with me!” She scoffs, smiles wide.
“No, I'm serious about that one!”
“Oh but But Not For Me you’re not?”
“Not what?”
She laughs, elowing you lightly, “Fuck off~”
You can’t help but let out a genuine laugh. It feels so good, laughing hasn’t felt this good in so long. Your smile deepens as a deep feeling of comfort spreads through your core. “No, but, for real though. Nothing Special is so good! It’s legitimately my favorite!”
Cat reaches and turns the volume on the stereo down. “Esplain.”
“Okay! So! Through like the entire album there’s this sense of like, sonical cohesion, y’know. That make sense?”
“I mean, I guess, they’re all the same genre so obviously they’re all cohesive that way,” Cat replies
“I mean yeah, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Through all the songs there’s little like snippets of upcoming songs hidden in the melodies and bridges and stuff, especially towards the ends of each song. And Nothing Special has my favorite melody, the way it, uh, like, it’s really twinkly and seemingly magical almost, but then you listen to the lyrics, and she’s singing about like eating disorders and self harm and not knowing who you are ‘cause your only personality was carefully constructed from the outside in for other peoples’ sake, right?” You eagerly explain to the goddess behind the wheel next to you.
“Yeah, that one lyric about the silhouette and like cutting her face off, right?”
“Yeah, exactly!” Your smile widens as you turn to face her more in excitement.
“And that does it for you?”
“I mean, yeah? Doesn’t it for you?” You feel a twinge of anxiety creeping in. You try to shake it out of your head. Your sister gives a small quizzical look before answering your question.
“Not really, no. I’m pretty confident in my own personality ‘n shit, y’know?”
“A badass,” you offer. She lets out a breathy chuckle, and you feel your heart lift a little, and that anxious tide recedes from the shore of your mind.
The conversation lulls a little as you sink back into your chair, a small contented smile on your face as the track comes to an end and your favorite one starts. Cat silently reaches forward to the volume dial and cranks it. She listens to music a lot louder than you do, but her bass boosted car stereo shakes your core in a kinda comforting manner. What’s even more comforting is the hand that reaches out pulls you towards your wonderful girlfriend. You acquiesce to the silent order, and you nuzzle against Cat’s shoulder while she focuses on the road.
The song comes to an end, and it’s not too much longer after that your sister guides the car off the highway, and makes her way to campus through a memorized route. Before you know it, the car door squeals behind you as you shoulder your overnight bag and stare up.
“Is, um, is that it?” you asked, somewhat shocked, nodding your head towards the building across the one-way street.
“Yeah, why?” Her genuine confusion obvious on her face.
“Cat it’s a tower,” you say, a bit of nerve slipping out.
“It’s only 10 stories?”
“Only?? What reasonable dorm is more than 5 stories???”
She looks at you, and that stupid mischievous grin she does creeps across her face. Fuck, you think. “Oh? Is my baby bird afraid of heights?” She closes the back door after grabbing her backpack, and clicks her keyfob, car horn honking twice in quick succession.
You stammer out a few unintelligible syllables trying to deny your fear of heights, afterall you were just ‘sulking in that tree,’ less than two hours ago, how could you possibly be afraid of heights when you find so much comfort in the trees? Your lover sees right through your defense, with a simple “Uh huh, sure baby,” as she beckons you to follow her towards the dorms. You do so, and soon find yourself walking through the halls of the dormitory.
You do not like the aesthetic of the dorm. The tile floors and faux-wood paneled cubbies that line the weirdly long hallway lending to a jarring aesthetic of clashing sterility and faux rusticity. Your attention is brought back to your lover as she takes your hand and guides you to the elevator, nodding at and pointing out seemingly random little details as you walk along.
There’s a few other people waiting for the one elevator still operational, the other with yellow caution tape crossing the frame with an “OUT OF ORDER” sign taped haphazardly to the sliding metal doors. With a ding, you look up, as the elevator opens and a wave of people walk through. You don’t notice many details about the crow surrounding you as you step into the little box.
“What floor?” You don’t like the voice that asks, too mean.
“9, please,” Cat’s voice relaxes you, even when not directed at you, You sink into her side, trying to keep yourself small.
“I’ll bet,” a scoff somewhere in front of you, and you wish you could get even smaller.
You feel your sister turn with you still clinging to her arm, your eyes still focused on the floor. You get the feeling she’s having a stare-off with whoever made the comment. Eventually you hear a “tsk, whatever.” and the elevator dings again. You feel the space around you opening up a over the next two stops, until suddenly it’s only you and your sister in the elevator.
“Hey, it’s okay, you can look up now baby bird,” her voice is filled with the softness you know she reserves just for comforting people. Her untrained voice full of fry and kindness and softness just for you. You do as she says, and lift your head to look at her.
You find yourself all but slammed into the opposite elevator wall, you manage to get a “Wait, Cat what-” before her lips crash into yours cutting you off. Her tongue prods at your lips a few times, and you open them for her. She darts inside, eager to re-explore all the little nooks and crannies of your mouth, to map out all the little spots that elicit the biggest reactions from you. You let out a deep whine that you can only describe as needy as her tongue dances around your own, lightly tickling the roof of your mouth. She breaks the kiss, a line of spit falling onto your shirt and you find yourself barely standing, holding yourself up by the square metal railing that lines the elevator walls.
“Fuck, babe, you sound like a slut for me,”
You catch your breath only for her to grab your chin and lift up with one hand, her mouth finding its way to your neck. She bites, and you let out a moan you’re sure can be heard for several floors beneath you. “Fuckfuckfuck aaah, nnngg Cat!”
She lets go, and you can feel a bruise beginning to form on the side of your neck. Your face starts heating up, a telltale sign that there’s an intense blush spreading across your face. “Cat!” you hiss. “We’re in an elevator! Someone could come in!” you exclaim, shifting your legs and arms to try and hide the excitement in your shorts.
The display changes to 9, and the elevator slows to a halt. “Psh, I think the camera’s what you should be more worried about,” she chuckles to herself. You fling your head over your shoulder, and sure enough, there’s a security camera in the top corner of the elevator. You feel your lover’s fingers lace between yours, and suddenly you’re being pulled along out of the elevator before your mind can react to the fact your sister just made out with you in front of a security camera, though your body beats you to the punch.
Cat pulls you by the hand quickly turning to the right, passing several of the oddly tall wooden doors before stopping at one halfway down the blue and white brick painted hall. The carpet drew your eyes more than the, interesting, wall colors; a simple, short buzz-cut like thread, almost pinstripe patterned carpet you've seen in countless chain hotel rooms. Cat's keys jingle in the door, followed by a heavy thudding deadbolt being turned. As Cat pushes through the threshold into the room, her steps start making the unmistakable slight clacking sound from walking on linoleum flooring, and she begins gently tugging at your hand, silently ordering you to follow.
You do as you're silently asked, and you notice that your sister's home-away-from-home is larger than you expected. You've seen plenty of you discord friends dorm rooms, all smaller than your bedroom, with two twin beds with a supposed walkway anywhere from one to five feet in width crammed up the middle. This was closer to the size of your Moms’ bedroom than yours, bathroom and shower included. There's even a small countertop and cupboard space with a sink lining the wall just next to the door. The counter's cluttered little nicknacks, papers, art supplies, all surrounding a new, half-taped board, missing its trucks.
Eventually, the dark grey plastic floor is replaced with yet again the world's lamest, cheapest bulk-order carpet. It seems like your sister's luxuries did not include a wall separating the kitchenette and bedroom areas. A twin bed hangs in the air, lofted too close to the ceiling for anyone to comfortably sleep, above a thin green futon. It's obvious from the unfolded blanket and pillow halfway falling off the “couch” where Cat actually sleeps. Sitting against the wall, across from what is essentially an overly elaborate bunk bed, is a simple low wooden table, with a large flatscreen TV standing atop.
“Make yourself at home, you can just toss your bag wherever. Leave your shoes on the tile please, baby bird.”
“Um, you mean the linoleum?” Gods, did you always sound that pathetic while talking to her?
A sound halfway between a scoff and chuckle escapes your sister's lips. “Yeah, the linoleum, you fuckin’ dork.” She says, with a half smile, trying to hide the last three words half under her breath as she kicks off her own shoes, and starts towards the counter, pulling that elaborate lighter from her pocket once more.
Your heart tightens a little, you can feel it fluttering a little. You try to breathe. Smell the flowers, blow the bubbles. Hopefully your cheeks aren't as red as they feel.
You gingerly set your bag against the wall, then you slide down against the wall till your sitting. You always feel a little childish taking your shoes off like this, un-tying them, then taking them off and setting them neatly together by the door, yet you almost always do it this way out of instinct.
As you stand up, and look around the room again, taking it all in still, you hear a drawer open and close behind you. In Cat's other hand she's holding a long thin box, and as she reaches in and pulls out what you're pretty sure is a stick of incense, she nods her head towards the futon. “Kiddo, you don't have to just stand there. Sit down, sweetheart.”
“O-oh, right, yeah. Um, thank you.” Your voice shaking ever so slightly as you once again do what she says. That's easy, you can do what she says, easy.
You grab the tv remote from a small little side table between the futon and the corner of the room, and click the power button. You hear Cat's lighter click open, followed that satisfying sound of the steel thumb-wheel scraping quickly against the little piece of flint. Fluttering in your chest returns, different this time. It's warm, and it's not nervous, and the feeling of it spreading to your stomach is pleasant.
An odd yet familiar scent begins to fill the room, and Cat takes a deep breath in, and lets a satisfied sigh out as she strides effortlessly over towards you. She all but throws herself right next to you onto the not-couch, reaching up and ruffling your hair.
“Oh, go to Spotify,” she says, pointing at one of the apps on the PS5 homescreen. “There’s a playlist I have, ‘Bangers.’”
“Oh, yeah, okay!” you reply, happy to have the pressure of choosing what goes on the TV lifted from you.
“We can watch somethin’ we both like afterwards, okay?” She says as she leans into you, planting a long, gentler kiss on your neck above your collar bone. You let out a moan, then an embarrassed whimper as you squeeze your thighs together. One of her hands shoots to your knee, gently but firmly pushing your legs back apart. “Sh sh sh shhh, just relax babygirl, focus on your task for me, ‘kay?” You catch a glimpse of her wicked smile as you frantically nod for her.
Slowly, shakily, you raise the clicker towards the tv, and navigate to the spotify app, fighting every time your legs try to twitch closed without your sister’s permission. Her nails gently rake against the skin under your shorts, and your breath hitches. Gods, you’re moaning for her already. What a useless fucktoy. You whine even louder at that thought, as you finally manage to start the music, and a familiar guitar riff starts to play.
“Ffu-uuh, Jesus Cat, your sex playlist is Red Hot Chili Peppers?” Your manage to pathetically utter between moans. Cat gently takes her hand away from your thighs, and begins to reach over you towards the corner table.
“One- It’s not just Chili Peppers. And two- They’re great to smoke to,” she sits back next to you, and produces two pre-rolls. You go to reach for one, and she pulls her hand back. “Woah, hey, easy there Fletchling.”
You pout, looking up at her. “I thought we were gonna smoke together.”
“We are, dork. We’re gonna share this one, and then the second one is to actually get me high afterwards. ‘Kay?” She gives you a reassuring smile, and you nod at her. She produces the beautiful lighter, and you watch as that little flame once again licks at the metal cage surrounding the wick, before being pulled into the end of the joint by Cat’s breath. She exhales, the smell of the smoke and burning bud mixing with the familiar scent of the incense you still can’t quite place. Cat slowly sits up, and hands you the joint. “Go ahead and take a big hit for me, ‘kay baby bird?” You shutter a little, nodding obediently at her as you grab the joint. She strides over to the fridge in the kitchenette area, and you hear the clattering of ice and various canned and bottled drinks being moved as you lift the joint to your lips and start to pull.
The smoke tastes acrid as you pull it into your mouth, letting it cool slightly before taking it into your lungs. It’s a little dizzying, but you hold strong, and smoothly breath out the smoke. You try to suppress a small cough, but it sneaks out as Cat sits back down next to you, beginning to rub your back with one hand and pressing a cold bottle of water into your still shivering hands with the other.
“That’s it babygirl, you did so good, the water will help I promise.”
As you sip the water and nuzzle back into your big sister, she starts flicking the lighter in front of you.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Flick, and the flame starts dancing on the wick again.
“You can’t keep your eyes off this, can you?” You can hear the grin on her face in her voice. You squeak, and sheepishly nod. She brings the flame closer to you, the very beginning hints of warmth licks your nose as she steadies the lighter. The metal cage around the wick shifting color as it heats up to burning. You twitch, and force your legs closed as you bite your lip to stifle a moan. “You want to feel it, don’t you?”
A moment of clarity strikes you, and a deep and primal need washes over you as you come to realize you need your sister to brand you as hers. Your hips buck against your will, and you push yourself into a kiss, nodding, frantically begging between breaths and collisions of pursed and worshipful lips.
You pull away, need and lust and fear and devotion in your eyes. She looks at you, and bites her lip as a cruel and terrifying and beautiful grin spreads across her lips. She blows out the flame, and pauses, looking you directly in the eyes. “I love you.”
She presses the burning metal into the soft skin of your thigh, and you let out a deep and guttural moan, beginning to sob as the searing pain washes over your body, forcing you over the edge, into a screaming orgasm as she marks you, claims you, forever. Hers
You barely have time to process as you feel Cat’s lighter peel away from your skin, and suddenly feel yourself floating somewhat off the futon. You can feel yourself being moved by the woman your body, mind, and soul belong to, though you’re unable to make sense of your surroundings in your deliciously high and delirious state of mind.
Until you feel yourself filled to the brim, roughly, with utter disregard to your heightened senses in the moment. It’s your sister, and she’s inside of you, and she begins fucking you harder you’ve ever gone with your toys before. You’re making sounds, none of them controlled, each sluttier and needier than the last as your pained tears roll down your begging lips. It’s even better than you ever thought it would be, as you feel her bite down on your shoulder, pushing up into your ass as far as she can reach you folded in half under her like this.
Her cock throbs inside you, and you tense around the hilted 6 inch cock as you feel your sister breed you. It’s more than when she came on you on the school’s roof yesterday, but not a lot. Enough for you to feel. It’s perfect. She sits in you, caressing your face, kissing up and down your legs, before slowly lowering you till you're lying on the futon. She reaches under you, and lifts, pulling the couch into a full sized bed before laying down next to you, gently pulling you into her warm and loving embrace.
You let out a shaky chuckling, still reeling from the experience. “You couldn’t have done that ten minutes ago?” You weakly tease.
You feel your lover start kissing the back of your neck, and her arm snakes down and grabs your still hard clit, gently peeling back your cum-filled foreskin. You whine like a slut and rock your hips up into her hand. She gives a chuckle, and sighs, whispering into your ears, “I had you exactly where I wanted you, I wasn’t waiting another fucking second to take my baby sister’s virginity.” Her hand drops from your clit, and you feel two fingers quickly push up inside of your ass, curling gently against your prostate.
She slows, and pulls her finger out. She gently moves your head to make sure you watch her as she thoroughly licks the cum and slick off of her fingers before pulling you into a kiss, shoving her tongue into your mouth to taste what her cum mixed with your insides and her tongue tastes like.
Could I mayhaps interest you in some delicious t4t skatergirl siscon with the publishing of the latest chapter of my ongoing series Cat and Birdie? :3:3:3:3
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You and your sister make your way to her dorm for your first sleep-over since she moved away.
You know that it’s not too long of a drive to your sister’s college. My girlfriend’s college, you think. You can’t help but blush and smile at your own inner monologue, staring out the passenger’s side window as the car you're in merges onto the freeway. You’re trying not to show it too much, but you really are eager to see what her dorm looks like. You’ve only gotten a few glimpses the two or three times Cat answered your video calls over these past 18 months. In all honesty this weekend has been the most you’ve seen her since christmas last year.
Your eagerness gets the better of you as you can’t help but lean your head over onto Cat’s shoulder. A second after your head makes shoulder-fall, you feel as your sister’s hand reaches up from the steering wheel and across Cat’s body to ruffle your hair. A sound somewhere between a sigh and a purr escapes your lungs.
“Aw, you okay Baby Bird?” Her voice tickles your mind with that perfect vocal fry. You feel your cheeks getting red, and you turn your face into her shoulder and nuzzle against her.
A muffled “I love you,” slips out, and your sister, your girlfriend, leans down to kiss the top of your head, and everything in this moment is perfect. And then But Not For Me comes on, you let out a scoffing laugh. “Uucchh,” you loudly sigh, playing up your exasperation.
“Oh come on, what?” She smirks, taking the play-fight bait, hook, line, and sinker.
“This song is like the worst on the album, that's what!”
“Fuck off, it is not!?” Her smile can’t help but spread further, though you pick up a genuine hint of confusion from her.
“It’s so whatever for such a good album,” You explain, and though that statement is accurate to your feelings, the gap between enjoyment for the rest of the album isn’t actually all that big.
“I thought Fukouna Girl was your least favorite?”
You shrug, “I mean, maybe it used to be, but honestly it’s grown on me some.”
“Huh,” She seems a little surprised.
“Nothing Special is still the best of the tracklist though,”
“Okay, now I know you’re fucking with me!” She scoffs, smiles wide.
“No, I'm serious about that one!”
“Oh but But Not For Me you’re not?”
“Not what?”
She laughs, elowing you lightly, “Fuck off~”
You can’t help but let out a genuine laugh. It feels so good, laughing hasn’t felt this good in so long. Your smile deepens as a deep feeling of comfort spreads through your core. “No, but, for real though. Nothing Special is so good! It’s legitimately my favorite!”
Cat reaches and turns the volume on the stereo down. “Esplain.”
“Okay! So! Through like the entire album there’s this sense of like, sonical cohesion, y’know. That make sense?”
“I mean, I guess, they’re all the same genre so obviously they’re all cohesive that way,” Cat replies
“I mean yeah, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Through all the songs there’s little like snippets of upcoming songs hidden in the melodies and bridges and stuff, especially towards the ends of each song. And Nothing Special has my favorite melody, the way it, uh, like, it’s really twinkly and seemingly magical almost, but then you listen to the lyrics, and she’s singing about like eating disorders and self harm and not knowing who you are ‘cause your only personality was carefully constructed from the outside in for other peoples’ sake, right?” You eagerly explain to the goddess behind the wheel next to you.
“Yeah, that one lyric about the silhouette and like cutting her face off, right?”
“Yeah, exactly!” Your smile widens as you turn to face her more in excitement.
“And that does it for you?”
“I mean, yeah? Doesn’t it for you?” You feel a twinge of anxiety creeping in. You try to shake it out of your head. Your sister gives a small quizzical look before answering your question.
“Not really, no. I’m pretty confident in my own personality ‘n shit, y’know?”
“A badass,” you offer. She lets out a breathy chuckle, and you feel your heart lift a little, and that anxious tide recedes from the shore of your mind.
The conversation lulls a little as you sink back into your chair, a small contented smile on your face as the track comes to an end and your favorite one starts. Cat silently reaches forward to the volume dial and cranks it. She listens to music a lot louder than you do, but her bass boosted car stereo shakes your core in a kinda comforting manner. What’s even more comforting is the hand that reaches out pulls you towards your wonderful girlfriend. You acquiesce to the silent order, and you nuzzle against Cat’s shoulder while she focuses on the road.
The song comes to an end, and it’s not too much longer after that your sister guides the car off the highway, and makes her way to campus through a memorized route. Before you know it, the car door squeals behind you as you shoulder your overnight bag and stare up.
“Is, um, is that it?” you asked, somewhat shocked, nodding your head towards the building across the one-way street.
“Yeah, why?” Her genuine confusion obvious on her face.
“Cat it’s a tower,” you say, a bit of nerve slipping out.
“It’s only 10 stories?”
“Only?? What reasonable dorm is more than 5 stories???”
She looks at you, and that stupid mischievous grin she does creeps across her face. Fuck, you think. “Oh? Is my baby bird afraid of heights?” She closes the back door after grabbing her backpack, and clicks her keyfob, car horn honking twice in quick succession.
You stammer out a few unintelligible syllables trying to deny your fear of heights, afterall you were just ‘sulking in that tree,’ less than two hours ago, how could you possibly be afraid of heights when you find so much comfort in the trees? Your lover sees right through your defense, with a simple “Uh huh, sure baby,” as she beckons you to follow her towards the dorms. You do so, and soon find yourself walking through the halls of the dormitory.
You do not like the aesthetic of the dorm. The tile floors and faux-wood paneled cubbies that line the weirdly long hallway lending to a jarring aesthetic of clashing sterility and faux rusticity. Your attention is brought back to your lover as she takes your hand and guides you to the elevator, nodding at and pointing out seemingly random little details as you walk along.
There’s a few other people waiting for the one elevator still operational, the other with yellow caution tape crossing the frame with an “OUT OF ORDER” sign taped haphazardly to the sliding metal doors. With a ding, you look up, as the elevator opens and a wave of people walk through. You don’t notice many details about the crow surrounding you as you step into the little box.
“What floor?” You don’t like the voice that asks, too mean.
“9, please,” Cat’s voice relaxes you, even when not directed at you, You sink into her side, trying to keep yourself small.
“I’ll bet,” a scoff somewhere in front of you, and you wish you could get even smaller.
You feel your sister turn with you still clinging to her arm, your eyes still focused on the floor. You get the feeling she’s having a stare-off with whoever made the comment. Eventually you hear a “tsk, whatever.” and the elevator dings again. You feel the space around you opening up a over the next two stops, until suddenly it’s only you and your sister in the elevator.
“Hey, it’s okay, you can look up now baby bird,” her voice is filled with the softness you know she reserves just for comforting people. Her untrained voice full of fry and kindness and softness just for you. You do as she says, and lift your head to look at her.
You find yourself all but slammed into the opposite elevator wall, you manage to get a “Wait, Cat what-” before her lips crash into yours cutting you off. Her tongue prods at your lips a few times, and you open them for her. She darts inside, eager to re-explore all the little nooks and crannies of your mouth, to map out all the little spots that elicit the biggest reactions from you. You let out a deep whine that you can only describe as needy as her tongue dances around your own, lightly tickling the roof of your mouth. She breaks the kiss, a line of spit falling onto your shirt and you find yourself barely standing, holding yourself up by the square metal railing that lines the elevator walls.
“Fuck, babe, you sound like a slut for me,”
You catch your breath only for her to grab your chin and lift up with one hand, her mouth finding its way to your neck. She bites, and you let out a moan you’re sure can be heard for several floors beneath you. “Fuckfuckfuck aaah, nnngg Cat!”
She lets go, and you can feel a bruise beginning to form on the side of your neck. Your face starts heating up, a telltale sign that there’s an intense blush spreading across your face. “Cat!” you hiss. “We’re in an elevator! Someone could come in!” you exclaim, shifting your legs and arms to try and hide the excitement in your shorts.
The display changes to 9, and the elevator slows to a halt. “Psh, I think the camera’s what you should be more worried about,” she chuckles to herself. You fling your head over your shoulder, and sure enough, there’s a security camera in the top corner of the elevator. You feel your lover’s fingers lace between yours, and suddenly you’re being pulled along out of the elevator before your mind can react to the fact your sister just made out with you in front of a security camera, though your body beats you to the punch.
Cat pulls you by the hand quickly turning to the right, passing several of the oddly tall wooden doors before stopping at one halfway down the blue and white brick painted hall. The carpet drew your eyes more than the, interesting, wall colors; a simple, short buzz-cut like thread, almost pinstripe patterned carpet you've seen in countless chain hotel rooms. Cat's keys jingle in the door, followed by a heavy thudding deadbolt being turned. As Cat pushes through the threshold into the room, her steps start making the unmistakable slight clacking sound from walking on linoleum flooring, and she begins gently tugging at your hand, silently ordering you to follow.
You do as you're silently asked, and you notice that your sister's home-away-from-home is larger than you expected. You've seen plenty of you discord friends dorm rooms, all smaller than your bedroom, with two twin beds with a supposed walkway anywhere from one to five feet in width crammed up the middle. This was closer to the size of your Moms’ bedroom than yours, bathroom and shower included. There's even a small countertop and cupboard space with a sink lining the wall just next to the door. The counter's cluttered little nicknacks, papers, art supplies, all surrounding a new, half-taped board, missing its trucks.
Eventually, the dark grey plastic floor is replaced with yet again the world's lamest, cheapest bulk-order carpet. It seems like your sister's luxuries did not include a wall separating the kitchenette and bedroom areas. A twin bed hangs in the air, lofted too close to the ceiling for anyone to comfortably sleep, above a thin green futon. It's obvious from the unfolded blanket and pillow halfway falling off the “couch” where Cat actually sleeps. Sitting against the wall, across from what is essentially an overly elaborate bunk bed, is a simple low wooden table, with a large flatscreen TV standing atop.
“Make yourself at home, you can just toss your bag wherever. Leave your shoes on the tile please, baby bird.”
“Um, you mean the linoleum?” Gods, did you always sound that pathetic while talking to her?
A sound halfway between a scoff and chuckle escapes your sister's lips. “Yeah, the linoleum, you fuckin’ dork.” She says, with a half smile, trying to hide the last three words half under her breath as she kicks off her own shoes, and starts towards the counter, pulling that elaborate lighter from her pocket once more.
Your heart tightens a little, you can feel it fluttering a little. You try to breathe. Smell the flowers, blow the bubbles. Hopefully your cheeks aren't as red as they feel.
You gingerly set your bag against the wall, then you slide down against the wall till your sitting. You always feel a little childish taking your shoes off like this, un-tying them, then taking them off and setting them neatly together by the door, yet you almost always do it this way out of instinct.
As you stand up, and look around the room again, taking it all in still, you hear a drawer open and close behind you. In Cat's other hand she's holding a long thin box, and as she reaches in and pulls out what you're pretty sure is a stick of incense, she nods her head towards the futon. “Kiddo, you don't have to just stand there. Sit down, sweetheart.”
“O-oh, right, yeah. Um, thank you.” Your voice shaking ever so slightly as you once again do what she says. That's easy, you can do what she says, easy.
You grab the tv remote from a small little side table between the futon and the corner of the room, and click the power button. You hear Cat's lighter click open, followed that satisfying sound of the steel thumb-wheel scraping quickly against the little piece of flint. Fluttering in your chest returns, different this time. It's warm, and it's not nervous, and the feeling of it spreading to your stomach is pleasant.
An odd yet familiar scent begins to fill the room, and Cat takes a deep breath in, and lets a satisfied sigh out as she strides effortlessly over towards you. She all but throws herself right next to you onto the not-couch, reaching up and ruffling your hair.
“Oh, go to Spotify,” she says, pointing at one of the apps on the PS5 homescreen. “There’s a playlist I have, ‘Bangers.’”
“Oh, yeah, okay!” you reply, happy to have the pressure of choosing what goes on the TV lifted from you.
“We can watch somethin’ we both like afterwards, okay?” She says as she leans into you, planting a long, gentler kiss on your neck above your collar bone. You let out a moan, then an embarrassed whimper as you squeeze your thighs together. One of her hands shoots to your knee, gently but firmly pushing your legs back apart. “Sh sh sh shhh, just relax babygirl, focus on your task for me, ‘kay?” You catch a glimpse of her wicked smile as you frantically nod for her.
Slowly, shakily, you raise the clicker towards the tv, and navigate to the spotify app, fighting every time your legs try to twitch closed without your sister’s permission. Her nails gently rake against the skin under your shorts, and your breath hitches. Gods, you’re moaning for her already. What a useless fucktoy. You whine even louder at that thought, as you finally manage to start the music, and a familiar guitar riff starts to play.
“Ffu-uuh, Jesus Cat, your sex playlist is Red Hot Chili Peppers?” Your manage to pathetically utter between moans. Cat gently takes her hand away from your thighs, and begins to reach over you towards the corner table.
“One- It’s not just Chili Peppers. And two- They’re great to smoke to,” she sits back next to you, and produces two pre-rolls. You go to reach for one, and she pulls her hand back. “Woah, hey, easy there Fletchling.”
You pout, looking up at her. “I thought we were gonna smoke together.”
“We are, dork. We’re gonna share this one, and then the second one is to actually get me high afterwards. ‘Kay?” She gives you a reassuring smile, and you nod at her. She produces the beautiful lighter, and you watch as that little flame once again licks at the metal cage surrounding the wick, before being pulled into the end of the joint by Cat’s breath. She exhales, the smell of the smoke and burning bud mixing with the familiar scent of the incense you still can’t quite place. Cat slowly sits up, and hands you the joint. “Go ahead and take a big hit for me, ‘kay baby bird?” You shutter a little, nodding obediently at her as you grab the joint. She strides over to the fridge in the kitchenette area, and you hear the clattering of ice and various canned and bottled drinks being moved as you lift the joint to your lips and start to pull.
The smoke tastes acrid as you pull it into your mouth, letting it cool slightly before taking it into your lungs. It’s a little dizzying, but you hold strong, and smoothly breath out the smoke. You try to suppress a small cough, but it sneaks out as Cat sits back down next to you, beginning to rub your back with one hand and pressing a cold bottle of water into your still shivering hands with the other.
“That’s it babygirl, you did so good, the water will help I promise.”
As you sip the water and nuzzle back into your big sister, she starts flicking the lighter in front of you.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Flick, and the flame starts dancing on the wick again.
“You can’t keep your eyes off this, can you?” You can hear the grin on her face in her voice. You squeak, and sheepishly nod. She brings the flame closer to you, the very beginning hints of warmth licks your nose as she steadies the lighter. The metal cage around the wick shifting color as it heats up to burning. You twitch, and force your legs closed as you bite your lip to stifle a moan. “You want to feel it, don’t you?”
A moment of clarity strikes you, and a deep and primal need washes over you as you come to realize you need your sister to brand you as hers. Your hips buck against your will, and you push yourself into a kiss, nodding, frantically begging between breaths and collisions of pursed and worshipful lips.
You pull away, need and lust and fear and devotion in your eyes. She looks at you, and bites her lip as a cruel and terrifying and beautiful grin spreads across her lips. She blows out the flame, and pauses, looking you directly in the eyes. “I love you.”
She presses the burning metal into the soft skin of your thigh, and you let out a deep and guttural moan, beginning to sob as the searing pain washes over your body, forcing you over the edge, into a screaming orgasm as she marks you, claims you, forever. Hers
You barely have time to process as you feel Cat’s lighter peel away from your skin, and suddenly feel yourself floating somewhat off the futon. You can feel yourself being moved by the woman your body, mind, and soul belong to, though you’re unable to make sense of your surroundings in your deliciously high and delirious state of mind.
Until you feel yourself filled to the brim, roughly, with utter disregard to your heightened senses in the moment. It’s your sister, and she’s inside of you, and she begins fucking you harder you’ve ever gone with your toys before. You’re making sounds, none of them controlled, each sluttier and needier than the last as your pained tears roll down your begging lips. It’s even better than you ever thought it would be, as you feel her bite down on your shoulder, pushing up into your ass as far as she can reach you folded in half under her like this.
Her cock throbs inside you, and you tense around the hilted 6 inch cock as you feel your sister breed you. It’s more than when she came on you on the school’s roof yesterday, but not a lot. Enough for you to feel. It’s perfect. She sits in you, caressing your face, kissing up and down your legs, before slowly lowering you till you're lying on the futon. She reaches under you, and lifts, pulling the couch into a full sized bed before laying down next to you, gently pulling you into her warm and loving embrace.
You let out a shaky chuckling, still reeling from the experience. “You couldn’t have done that ten minutes ago?” You weakly tease.
You feel your lover start kissing the back of your neck, and her arm snakes down and grabs your still hard clit, gently peeling back your cum-filled foreskin. You whine like a slut and rock your hips up into her hand. She gives a chuckle, and sighs, whispering into your ears, “I had you exactly where I wanted you, I wasn’t waiting another fucking second to take my baby sister’s virginity.” Her hand drops from your clit, and you feel two fingers quickly push up inside of your ass, curling gently against your prostate.
She slows, and pulls her finger out. She gently moves your head to make sure you watch her as she thoroughly licks the cum and slick off of her fingers before pulling you into a kiss, shoving her tongue into your mouth to taste what her cum mixed with your insides and her tongue tastes like.
While writing smut I have to sound out all the moans and shit to make sure it sounds good on the page, so I'm just sitting here at my laptop, quietly making the sluttiest noises I've ever made under my breath, and critiquing/praising myself depending on if they have the desired effect
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Btw people elsewhere reverse searched the image and confirmed it’s a stock image of a trans woman. This was a conscious decision to degender her and give her a masculine name
everyone saying "what if Toby is just nonbinary" needs to think very deeply about this. Toby isn't real. its a stock image of a transgender woman, given a masculine name and referred to as "they/them". think long and hard about why the person who created this training program would do that.
this is why your lit teachers made you write about the books you read. you're supposed to think about the author's intentions.
I won't lie, I think anyone who doesn't see either Jax or Owen's stories as transfeminine tragedies missed the entire point of each respective piece of art.
genuinely what am i even supposed to do like. i have no insurance and i have twelve fucking dollars to my name right now. i think the best case scenario minimum cost of getting this addressed is like 600 dollars for a temporary bonding but like. fuck
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Came back to my blog after several days away to see the fucking Hollow Knight Siscon post getting nearly 400 notes in the past 2 days. Girls what the fuck happened?????
