#stepbro!regulus

you spread your legs, planting your feet far apart as you displayed your pretty cunt to your father. regulus nearly groaned as he saw the slick folds, the familiar sight of your little clit and clenching hole making him want to barge inside and take you first. he clenched his fists, his dull nails sinking into his palm as his father leaned in, inhaling the sweet aroma of your arousal, his tongue flicking your folds only once. you squirm.

“are you only going to kiss it today, daddy?”

oh, regulus almost moans at that.

you always shook your head when regulus demanded you use that name for him and now he knows why. you had been moaning it to your father instead, letting him lick and suck on your pussy without a word of protest, likely waiting obediently for regulus or sirius to summon you, too.

“no,” orion chuckles, pressing a peck to your inner thigh, “you’re getting fucked by daddy today.” orion stands, sliding off his belt and unbuttoning his pants as he stares at your exposed pussy, his greedy fingers occasionally sliding up your glistening slit. “are you excited, sweet girl? dad hasn’t fucked this little cunt in a long time, right?”

you nod, “yes. not since mom came back. sirius said you don’t like me anymore.”

regulus’s jaw ticks. sirius had known but hadn’t bothered to tell him. he’d give him an earful next time he saw him.

regulus focuses again. his fathers cock isn’t as long as his, but it’s girthier. regulus knows you’ll cry. you always do when sirius fucks you, stretching you wide rather than deep like regulus’s long cock does.

regulus is correct, of course. you start to cry as soon as orion’s tip stretches your little hole but you don’t dare complain. regulus finds that a little odd. you did nothing but whine and complain whenever regulus hurt you, moaning about how he was too big, too rough, too much. it almost makes him wonder what your father had subjected you to when you did complain. the thought is oddly thrilling.

his father doesn’t move very fast, his aging body leaving him to fuck you slowly, lacking the youthful eagerness that he and sirius have. his silver hair starts sticking to his forehead as he spreads your legs further.

“oh, babygirl…” he groans, tossing your knees over his elbows, “look at you… such a sweet thing… your mom hasn’t been this tight in ages.”

regulus can’t help it then, sliding his hands down the front of his pants. he massages his cock, nibbling on his lip as he watches you fight the urge to whimper and squirm, a distant thought of his father and mother tangled in their sheets, engaged in sin.