#laah

ughhhhghghghggh this is so so so so yummy i need him I NEED HIM.

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀bigbro!sam x lilsis!reader⠀ ﾉ⠀siblingcest, meanie sam, unprotected piv sex, creampie, baby trapping (?) threat

you liked to lounge in your parents' bed - it was cozy, much bigger than yours, and they wouldn't mind anyway, but they aren't home. your mom had called about thirty minutes ago, saying that the storm outside was so bad that her and your dad, who had gone out for lunch with your aunt and uncle, would be pulled over at a gas station for awhile until it lets up. so, you and your brother have the house all to yourselves.

speaking of, he's currently on top of you, his rings digging into your skin as he pushes your thighs up towards your chest, his hips slamming against your ass with every thrust. "fuck," he pants, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. it's summer, hot out, and the storm is making it muggy. plus, the air won't work because the power is out. so, the two of you are tangled together, hot and sticky from a mix of bodily fluids.

"sammy," you moan, hands gripping the headboard behind you. you know this is wrong, blah blah blah, but god, his cock feels so fucking good. "sammy, harder," you grit out, throwing your head back as he obliges. sam lets go of your thighs and clambers over you, arms on either side of your head as he starts to thrust harder, his brow furrowed, lips parted in pleasure. "oh fuck, oh god," he whimpers, the mattress creaking with his effort. "'m gonna fuckin' cum inside you," he promises. "yeah, gonna, huhh,"

you grip his biceps, feeling them flex beneath your touch, your nails digging into his skin. the rain drops fall onto the air conditioner, thunder booms, cracks of lightning briefly illuminate the room, the air is steadily filling with misty droplets that settle on the windows and mirror.

"mommy's gonna call again," you warn. mommy. he hated when you called your parents by mommy and daddy, it was childish and embarrassing to him. "shut the fuck up," he grunts. "you're so fuckin' wet, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he whines, his cock nearly slipping out of you for the fifth time now. "i'm- shit- about to cum,"

sam leans down, his head in the crook of your sweaty neck, and he nuzzles you, kissing your neck and licking the salty sweat off his lips. "gonna fuckin' knock you up," he grins against you, feeling the way you begin to fuss and try to push him off at the threat. "sam, quit it!" you say, hands pushing at his shoulders. he wraps his arms around your neck, forcing you to be cradled against his shoulder. "don' cum in me, you better not!" his hips still, and you whimper, wrapping your arms around him in return, a low whine leaving you as his hot seed spurts into you. nothing you can do now.

"nngh," he doesn't move, just lays there, collecting himself, and the two of you both feel like you're suffocating. "fuck," he whispers. "it's hot in here," he gets up off you, his cock leaving you with a squelch, and he tucks himself back into his boxers, wiping his hand on the fabric as he makes his way over to the window, pulling it up and exhaling heavily at the cool air against his skin. you climb out of bed and make your way over, settling in front of the window. "mm, that's better," you murmur.

the 21st night of September

𖦹 MILF!reader, fingering, infidelity, 1K words ⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 24.03.30

Both you and Colleen Beck were attractive older women with daughters Sam's age (who he had undoubtedly fooled around with), both carried yourselves with class, both were unique in your own way.

He absolutely adored that you two were good friends with his mother. Every Saturday afternoon, the three of you would get together at the country club and have wine and gossip while your husbands went to golf.

Like now.

﹒neighbor sam + MILF!reader﹒⌅

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 24.07.11

"I just feel like he's fuckin' tryna keep me away from my friends, you know?" Sam complains to you, angrily stabbing his fork into the fruit salad his mother made. He was sitting up on the side of the lounge chair in his father's lawn, boots planted in the sparse grass, headphones and walkman discarded next to him. As he bites a grape off the fork, you work some sunblock onto his pale skin, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. "Is he?" You croon. "I think he's just trying to get you to be productive, honey."

Sam frowns, eyebrows furrowing and nose scrunching as he squirms underneath the beaming California sun. "No," he manages with his mouth full of fruit. He chews angrily, shifting on the seat as you work the last of the sunblock in your palm onto his lower back. "He hates me and I hate him." Sam begins after swallowing. "He's, like, trapping me here! It's so stupid, you don't get it. You're an adult, you can like, go out and do stuff if you want to."

"Well," you begin, standing up and capping the bottle of sunscreen. "You're an adult, technically. Though, just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can just run off." You explain as you tuck the bottle into your woven beach bag. You'd seen him just as you were going to take a walk down to the beach, invited him, and he declined. Kindly, you offered to apply some sunblock for him to keep him from getting a sunburn, poor thing.

With a mutter of some colorful words directed at no one in particular, Sam slams his small bowl down onto the seat next to him, beside his well-loved headphones. "Whatever." He narrows his eyes, plush lips fixed into a pout, nose still scrunched. You sigh and squat down in front of him, yellow floral-printed sundress flowing gently as you lower yourself to speak to him where he'll pay attention. Though he was now an entire 18 year old young man, Sam was incredibly childish. You place your hands on his thighs, giving a ginger squeeze. "You want to go see Corey, yeah?"

He looks down at you, features easing up as he now doesn't have to combat the sun so much. "Yeah," he nods. "Then, you need to act like it, Sam! Whining isn't going to get you anywhere but right back in there with George. You know that, right?" You chide softly. The teen sighs heavily, giving you a pronounced roll of his eyes before he rubs his hands over his face, rings on his fingers clinking together. "Whatever." He murmurs into his palms, slouching. You just sigh and stand up, then give his shoulder a pat. "Join me down at the beach if you need to talk, sweetheart."

Sam removes his hands from his face, turning and straining his neck to watch as you walk away, bag over your shoulder, dress flowing as you walk against the breeze, down towards the beach.