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!!!!!BIG BROTHER x LITTLE BROTHER!!!!!!
Little brother who hid under their cool big brothers bed to scare them after school. Waiting for him to lay down before freaking him out.
Big brother who just got home and thinks he’s alone so he lays on his bed and begins to masterbate. Moaning out little brother’s name as he imagined taking him for himself. Not even knowing his little brother was right under him.
Little brother. Not moving as he listens. His hand slipping into his own boxers and fingering his soaking boy cunt to the sound of his big brother. He may not of scared him but he’s gonna visit his room tonight.
perv abusive older brother making you cockwarm him with your mouth while he drinks and smokes and plays video games... putting out his cigarettes on your shoulders... pissing right down your throat whenever he has to go... and of course, brutally facefucking you whenever his game makes him mad
little brother who doesn't wanna look like a baby in front of his big brother so he doesn't cry while big bro rapes him as hard as he wants
big brother showing me how to smoke weed for the first time, getting me super high and giggly, before taking advantage of me <3
big brother getting me so stoned that I let him slip a hand down my boxers, feeling every inch of my little cunt and how wet I get from him <3
letting him shove his fingers into my needy hole, hearing him laugh and degrade me for being such a slutty little brother <3
being high enough to the point where I let him rape my cunt, showing him how good of a little brother I can be (promising I won't tell mommy and daddy) <3
why cant i just have a mean big brother who forces me down and uses me but then cleans me up and cuddles me so i dont tattle💔
"this is so fucked up, im not gay dude, stop." big brother who's not even trying to resist x "why are you hard then?" little brother who just wants dick in his mouth/cunt
blah blah playing truth or dare at a college party your older brother took you to and being dared to make out blah blah dry humping until you both cum with everyone watching like it's normal.
(this was the premise of the post i wrote out earlier but tumblr glitched so this is all yall get)
tw; intox, fauxcest, grooming(?)
it starts when you turn 18. maybe you've had friends whose parents smoke, never anything worse than a cigarette around you and your friends, but their home still has that skunky smell to it.
the same skunky smell that lingers on your brother's clothes. nothing washes it out, so stained in the very fibers of the fabric that it's ingrained in your brother's presence. so very him in a comforting way that makes your stomach tingle with warmth. you're not sure why.
he smokes in his room, and now that you're 18, whenever you're together. at first, you don't ask when he pulls a joint from a metal tube stashed in the top drawer of his desk and sparks it right in front of you. he doesn't bother to offer you a hit, either. he'd feel guilty about corrupting his little brother. and then you get used to the smell, and it becomes your smell, too, no longer just your brother's. he smokes regularly, you've found, because whenever he's in his room, there's a joint in his hand.
one day, you wander into his room without knocking to find your older brother seated at his desk, smoking as usual. it's not like you've never been curious about it because whenever he smokes, you feel a little lighter - a contact high. so you walk over to him, standing beside his desk for a second to just watch.
"need somethin'?" he asks, his joint half-smoked and dangling from his lips, his eyes briefly flickering to you.
"can... can i try?" you point to said joint. he looks really good smoking, you find. maybe you will, too.
"hm?" he glances at the dangling fire hazard, high but not enough to be unaware. "oh, sure."
you're confused when he pauses his game and grabs you by the back of the neck, his free hand securing the spliff as he takes a long drag, only to press his fingers just behind your jaw, forcing your mouth open like a dog. it all makes sense when he brings you closer with that grip, and blows the smoke out into your mouth until it's all gone. you inhale, a fast learner, but it's a lot for a new smoker. why do your boxers feel wetter than before?
he watches you cough, your cheeks turning red and your eyes tearing up, with a slightly sadistic smile. a smile that only widens when you recover and say, "can we do that again?"
ideally it's 2005 and im making out w my older brother in his bedroom while the save screen of re4 idles in the background