#rafesarah

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Warnings: underage, rape, incest, forced blowjobs

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She was vibrating, like her skin was moving. The shock of the fight did that to her. And not even the summer air, hitting her face through the open car window, appeased the feeling. It was hard to breath. Every time she closed her eyes, every time she blinked, she saw John B drowning and Topper with a gun to his head. One wrong move, one more second and—

"Stop!" she yelled suddenly, surprising the driver, her brother, that turned the steering wheel roughly to the side. Thankfully, there was no one else on the road home "Stop the car!"

"No fucking way" Rafe answered "I wanna go home"

"I need to get out! I can't breathe!" She unbuckled her seatbelt and threw herself against the steering wheel, trying to force her brother to pull over "Stop!"

Rafe hit the brakes suddenly, so suddenly her face hit the wheel with a dry sound. The pain was shallow, and so she could open the car door and run outside to breathe.

Sarah placed a hand on her heaving chest, that went up and down very quickly. Like if she just ran a marathon.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Rafe appeared in front of her, grabbing her shoulders roughly, fingers digging into her flesh, and shaking her "You could've killed us! You fucking brat"

His words were spat with so much hatred, her eyes turned blurry and Sarah almost broke into tears.

Too much for her to handle.

"Me?! What is wrong with you?!" she tried to shove him away, but his blue eyes were nearly black and his grip steel-strong "You're high and driving!"

Rafe let go of her only to push her against the car. Sarah winced when her back impacted against the trunk.

"I'm so fucking tired of you and your bullshit!" he screamed at her face, quickly grabbing her by the hair and pulling.

Sarah screamed, but there was no one there to hear. It burned, the way he pulled and dragged her into the trees. Never before had she been afraid of Rafe, of course not, he was her brother no matter how violent to others. But in that moment, she was afraid and the burning in her scalp as he dragged her to the darkness of the trees, away from the road only made her fear intensify.

Sarah gasped, tears falling all over her face and to ground below as her legs did her best to match Rafe's quick strides.

"Rafe, please, please, please" she begged faster and lower the deeper they went.

As if she was going out of air. As if he was trying to drown her on the ocean.

When he finally let go of her, Sarah could not bask in the relief of the burning stopping even for a moment, she fell to the ground. Bare knees hitting the dirt below while her hands prevented her to completely fall.

"Stay there" her brother ordered out of breath.

Sarah obeyed, she did not know why, but there was something in her being telling her to keep quiet and obey.

To fawn.

Was that her choice when fighting or fleeing? Or was it something else? Something inside of her that desperately needed to be back in her brother's good graces. Not out of fear, but out of love.

And why? After what he had just done to her?

"Rafe" she whispered, straightening up, trying to change posture "What are you—?"

"Don't"

He stopped her, allowing Sarah to only get on her knees, to raise her hands from the dirt. There was something in the hot air that was making her shiver and something in herself that made her obey.

"I want to go home, please" she pleaded, tears drying on her face while others welled in her eyes "Please"

Under the moonlight, she saw Rafe running a hand through his hair before setting his shiny blue eyes on her.

"I will take you home, but you have to do something for me first"

His voice, rough and low, made Sarah shiver. Every alarm in her head had been set off long ago, but now...now it was worse.

"What?" she dared to ask.

Rafe chuckled darkly, not looking at her.

"You know, I was about to fuck a hot blonde, whose name I don't even remember, before you called me. But you called me, and as always I had to go and pick you up. I have to be at your beck and call. I have to miss what I want to do because of you!" Sarah shook when he raised his voice, afraid he might grab her again. But he didn't do that. No. Rafe looked down at her and licked his lips "You'll have to do"

It took a few seconds before she could understand what he meant. Before she remembered she was on her knees, before she realized his pupils had almost completely swallowed the iris, before all the pieces fell into place.

Then, dread filled her body. Cold as the ocean in winter and even more dangerous.

She would think her brother couldn't mean that, because he was her brother. But it was because he was her brother that she knew he meant it. That she knew he would.

"You're sick" it wasn't even an insult, she didn't even spat, it was nearly a sob that drew more tears from her eyes "Rafe you can't—"

But he didn't listen. He didn't want to listen.

"If you bite, I'll break your jaw"

And I could tell dad. I could tell dad. I could tell—

Her thoughts were cut short, because she was still on her knees and now one of his hands gripped her hair tightly —Not as painfully as before, no. That one had been anger, Rafe had done that out of anger, now it was a warning— and he had freed his cock from his pants.

Sarah gulped. How was she supposed to do that? She had many boyfriends, but never went further than making out, had never wanted to go further. And this was her brother, this was her blood, she couldn't—

"Please" she whispered, voice broken, eyes locking in with Rafe's. An evil glint shinning on his. Was it the drugs? She wanted to think it was the drugs, and not her brother. Not that her older brother, who she loved, was that evil "Don't do this, Rafe"

But Rafe didn't hear her, or didn't pay attention, or didn't care, and instead shoved his cock in her mouth. It hit the back of her throat, making her gag. Tears fell again, she couldn't see anything, the tears blurred her vision. Couldn't hear either, only her heartbeat was heard on her ears. Couldn't breath, not with him taking all the space in her mouth. Couldn't taste anything other than him.

Sarah wanted to close her mouth, she should close her mouth, but the previous threat compelled her to keep it open. The heat in her lower belly compelled her to keep it open.

Rafe stepped back, she fell forward, with her hands on the dirt, coughing and gasping for air. But her brother pulled her hair, forcing Sarah to raise her head.

"Let's try again. Put your mouth to good use" he said, so disgustingly she wished to spat on him. She didn't. Instead, meekly, opened her mouth, letting him fill her again. This time around, biting didn't even cross her mind. Sarah held onto his thighs with an iron grip to avoid moving. To not disappoint him "Who would've thought? You can be useful"

He panted, moving her head like she was a toy. Ignoring her need for air. Just a plaything. Just a hole. The heat became a fire, and soon, while leaving crescent marks on her brother's skin, she pressed her thighs together. She wasn't sure if it was shame or fear, what made her want to hide her arousing from Rafe. Neither seemed like the truth. Was it guilt then?

Sarah couldn't tell. Not with the tears clouding her vision, her brother's cock not allowing her to breath, her heartbeat pounding on her ears, and not with the growing stickiness between her legs.

Rafe came with a loud moan and a firm tug of her hair that made her whine around his length.

"Swallow" he ordered.

She did.

What is wrong with me?

Rafe let go of her then, and she let go of him. There was blood under her fingernails when she stood up on shaky legs, caught by her brother's arms when a particularly strong sob shook her body.

"You did good" he whispered, brushing her messy locks out of her face. He seemed calmer, softer "Let's go home"

-🥞 

i missed youuu my cakey baby <3333

and yes i have soo many i was spiraling about this the other day

according to my lil breakdown, if their mom was sexually abusive, then the boundary between “sibling” and “victim/partner” was blurred for them from the jump. it’s not about attraction, it’s about familiarity. when you’re raised in that, incest just feels like a replay of what’s always been normal.

and incest in these settings doesn’t always start with intent. it could be one night, one breakdown, one comfort that goes too far. like sarah trying to calm him down mid-spiral, him clinging too hard, and suddenly it’s blurred.

sarah’s avoidance makes her seem stronger than rafe because she can distance, and he can’t. but that could drive him insane, because she’s his only mirror and she keeps walking away. so the obsession turns possessive : “if you leave me, i’ll destroy you” (classic incest trauma dynamic)

the show already made their relationship weirdly charged, in families with extreme dynamics, this is common because the roles get blurred. siblings aren’t just siblings, they’re competitors, projections, and replacements. both trying to survive by outshining the other. of course that creates a weird tension — it’s not normal sibling rivalry, it’s survival.

rose literally said rafe was “showing signs since he was 10” combine that with him being volatile + sarah being hyper-emotional, and you get two kids already tearing at each other’s throats. neither knows how to handle their emotions because their family doesn’t allow them, so it comes out warped.

another crazy thought, sarah being a mirror to rafe for their mom. like her being the “perfect one” but with a secret dirty/rebellious streak = mom who hid the SA. rafe would both hate her for reminding him of that double-life and feel a compulsive need to protect her because he couldn’t protect himself, obsession and resentment blurred into one.

edit : also how rafe regresses in front of sarah, when he breaks down in front of her, it’s not just emotion — it’s child-coded. begging, crying, repeating himself, clinging like she’s the only one who can soothe him, like thats how a child acts towards their parent.

rafe and sarah gawsh