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“Oh my goddddddd, Juri, pay attention to me…” I heave a mighty sigh, setting down the new deck I'm building. You’re standing in my doorway, doing a cutesy fucking pose (also known as standing normally when you’re as cute as you are) and batting your fucking eyelashes at me.
“Yeah, yeah, hold on, Rose.” I organize the piles a bit before turning in my gaming chair. A Christmas gift last year. You made me promise not to tell Mom how expensive it was, “Alright, here, I'm paying attention. What do you want, nerd?”
“Mom’s out. She’s got bridge tonight so she won’t be back for a while. I’m gonna stream soon, so, like, I wanted to hang out a bit first, but you’re too busy playing with your dumb cardboard…” You sway around in front of me, already in your streaming outfit, clothes cut too low for mom not to blow a stack if she knew you had, and leaving very little to the imagination. Let alone that hundreds of strangers, minimum, were going to watch you wear them. I sigh, just knowing you’re going to get really annoying soon.
“Alright, we can hang.” It won't be too big of a deal. Unless, of course, it was, “Wait. Hold on. This is bait, isn’t it? You want me on camera for some stupid trend, don’t you?”
“Hmph. I can’t just want to spend time with my big sis? The stream is not for an hour or so, mom’s going to be busy all night plus the demographics are better at that time… Besides, you look so lonely playing with your cards like that. When was the last time you even did anything?”
“I- Jesus. Hostile much?”
You pout at me. Of course you do. You do the whole routine, big saucers for eyes, pressed out lips, hands on your hips, pulling back a little for effect. “Well you sit around your room all day like, all the time. But I do know you do some things. Like your nerdy little card game tournaments or whatever. But I want to do something fun. Hang out like we used to. Back when… we had to hide.” And there it is, the little shuffle. Why are you so fucking cute? I take a small pause. I do miss it. It’s stupid to, honestly, but we’ve…drifted slightly.
“Fuck it, yeah, let’s hang.” I rise from the chair and follow your gleeful exuberance across the hall to your room slash stream setup. The amount of lights and cameras seems wholly unnecessary, but you’ve been incredibly insistent that “Hand+Face+Foot cam is the future,”So, what’s the deal with these?” I gesture to the newest lights, rings of LEDs mounted on black stand behind your screens. While you babble about the benefits of them over traditional ring lights, the decreased environmental impact, and the energy usage, I pull out my phone and scroll a bit. Dry as usual. The card shop is closed today, and the girls I usually hook up with are busy with other things. Not like I can blame them. I look up to see your pout returned, arms folded again.
“Hey. If you didn’t want to do this, you could’ve just stayed in your room.” I’ve fucked up. I drop my phone to the bed, standing and crossing over to you, feigning an apology before I take advantage of our height difference and shove you into a headlock. You scream and kick and protest like you used to. It’s…refreshing to see that despite the other changes in our life, you’re still the same annoying little sister I had.
“Awwww, little nerd doesn't like this anymore?” I take my knuckles to your head, mussing up your carefully styled hair with a noogie.
“Stop it! And I'm NOT a nerd! I kiss girls!” Oh, that’s laughable. Sure, you’ve got fans. And…fans on that OTHER site, too. But as I'm perfectly aware of, the gap between bluster and girlkissing is huge.
“Aw, yeah? You kiss girls?” I laugh, mockingly, “I bet you do. I bet you kiss soooo many girls and they’re NOT named stupid shit like ‘Palmela Handerson’. Oh, and sis? Different mirrors don’t count as different girls. They’re all pathetic.”
“Ugh I…” I smile, looking at you under my arms struggling, until you kind of go limp for a second, and that shit eating grin returns to your face. “I can prove I get more than you!”
“First of all, no you can’t. Secondly, don’t pull out your phone. I don’t need to see your weirdo makeout sessions.” You stomp a little foot adorably.
“What?! No! Ugh, I mean.” You look away from me. Are you blushing a little? Since when have you ever even gotten close to being embarrassed? Especially since you started streaming, you’ve always been the outgoing one of our pair.
“You mean, You mean?” I chuckle as the mocking tone enters my voice again, “Go ahead, call one of your loser friends, I'm sure they’ll vouch for your awkward kissing sessions.”
“No! Ugh.” Your squirming slows again. “Let go of me and you’ll see what I mean big sis.” You look up to me, almost with a ‘Well? What are you waiting for?’ in your eyes. Cocky brat. No matter. I release your head and wait for you to take a step away. Once you do, I wave a hand to say “Go on.” You don’t disappoint, lunging forward and pressing a small peck to my lips, flinging your arms around my back.I just stare in stunned silence for a beat.
“Wh-what? That’s your technique? Surprise attacks? That’s…forward, but still kinda pathetic.”
“Hmph.” You stomp your little foot again, “I only kiss girls who I know will like it.” That…That implies some things. Still, you look at me with that shit eating grin, like you think you’ve won momentum or something. “And no, I actually prefer to go to parties and find the lonely and scared butch girls, who just need someone cute to push them over the edge. Then I act all cute and annoying until I get what I want.” Well, that’s a revelation and a half. Even knowing about your…other streaming service…this is still a shock. And …lonely and scared butch girls?? Thankfully, I don't fit either of those criteria. Otherwise, I'd start thinking some really impure things. You don’t even let me open my mouth before continuing, “I mean, you know that I'm not the perfect princess mom thinks I am. Nothing’s more hot than a big girl finally getting annoyed enough to shut me up. In the only way that works.” You look up at me, and lean closer. God your tits are practically falling out of that top. “So, how much do you get?”
“I-I get plenty, as a matter of fact. I get enough that-” Shut up. Shut up Juri, you’re going to fuck everything up if you keep talking.
“Awww Jurs, enough that what?”
“Enough that I know that wasn’t the kiss of someone who gets laid often, if at all. That was a chaste little thing.” Fuck. Why did I keep talking?
Your eyebrow shoots up, still with that stupid adorable fucking grin. “Oh? Why don’t you show me what a proper kiss is.” Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Fuck. I can feel myself moving before I convince myself it's a stupid idea. My hand finds your collarbone and pushes you back to the only clear spot on your wall. My face drifts closer before our lips crash together and I pin you to the wall with my full weight. You gasp into my mouth, though from surprise or the action itself, I don’t know. Of course, I lied. This is, despite the knot forming in my stomach, a great kiss. I can’t let you know that, so instead I just enjoy the embrace, running my hands down your sides, to grab at your hips. Your fucking hips. God I’ve wanted to do this forever. I feel you tug yourself closer to me, pinning your body against mine, your chest against mine, your manicured girly fingernails digging into my back.
I open my mouth to breathe and feel it invaded by my little sister’s tongue. That’s how you wanna play? Fine. Have it your way. I clamp down on your tongue, snaking my own around it to mimic the hot snakes of arousal building in my gut. Fuck the consequences. I don’t care how much blackmail you get out of this anymore. I’m throbbing too hard to care. But, still, reassurances, I pull back first, panting. You are too. It’s… too fucking cute. “You’re going to shut your mouth about this Rose. Do you understand me?”
“Oh big sis~.” You come up and quickly smooch me again. You lean into my ear and whisper. “I called all the girls I laid big sis.” God since when were you such a freak? You pull back, Eyes big and shiny, lipstick slightly smudged, smiling with that stupid fucking grin. “You know mom’s perfect princess can do no wrong.”
“Shit, You’re a little freak, huh sis? You thought about me whenever those bitches fell all over you?” God, I hope you don’t point out how invested I am in this as I start to look over at the bed. Pink and white and aesthetically overbearing. Covered in stuffed animals. It screams innocence. Am I really thinking of defiling it? “I’m going to do so much wrong to her perfect princess… to… to my princess.
The way you look up at me betrays your own excitement at my facade cracking. “Oh Juri, am I really the freak here? You’re the one who responded to a peck with a full makeout sesh.” Oh god, you’re touching me, running a finger across my chest, before squirming out of my grasp and spinning over to the bed. “Come to me then, my knight in shining leather, and strip your Princess. Take another petal off of this Rose. Defile your sister.”
The noise I make as I approach isn’t human. It’s something baser, more primal. As I kneel at the edge of your bed, my fingers find the hem of your shirt and tease it upwards. By the time it rises over your belly button, I’m muttering to myself, justifying, though to who is currently uncertain,
“It’s not my fault. You goaded me. You made me do this. You’re the gross one…princess.” You just giggle and enjoy the show of my hazy eyes taking in your beauty. You clock something odd, though not to be addressed currently. While entranced, certainly, I’m not surprised by anything I see, even as the underside of your breasts comes into view.
“If all it took was being a little annoying, then being my knight is perfect for you. You can drool over me, keep that head nice and empty for me, you can keep staring at my ass like I know you have been for years now.” With a giggle that can only be described as malicious, you raise a foot and tap it against my crotch, finding exactly what you hoped, “Mirrors are pathetic, huh? What’s that mean for you? Since, Y'know, you check me out in them constantly. You thought I didn’t notice?” No. I knew you noticed. I thought you didn’t care. That it would be dismissed. A random glance, a longing look. You should be used to them. You’re gorgeous and you know it.
“Years. Of being annoying. Sue me for looking. You wanted attention. Those shorts left your whole ass out…” I pause and shake my head, growling low and quiet, “god, fucking damnit. Just let me do this.” I hook a hand underneath you, groping your soft ass with a moan. God, it’s plush. Way better than I ever imagined. Your own moan complements mine.
“Years of effort just to get my loyal knight to pay attention to her princess…worth it~” You stroke my hair just like you used to, though the context adds a new layer to the action. It feels different. Just as close but… more charged.
“And all those years, just for my attention? Just for this? God you’re such a brat Rose.” I say, with a tone that betrays my true feelings. Admiration and love. I pull your top over your burgeoning breasts, lingering so long that I can’t deny it as an accident, before tugging it over your head, “Jesus Christ. It’s really not fair yours are bigger. Makin me fucking jealous over here.” Anticipating the order, I reach for your breasts before you can open your mouth. Your back arches into my hands and you moan so fucking cute it hurts. “It’s enough to make me jealous.”
“Mmmmph. Oh? Jealous, big sis? Good food and genetics can do amazing things. Besides, I had to pull you out of your nerdy card game to do some actual fun stuff somehow.” Your smile grows large, almost as if you’re about to say some annoying shit again, and love it. “That’s why I get more than you by the way. I actually go to parties and stuff.”
“You’d be shocked to know how many of those ‘wild party girls’ actually show up to my card games. And how many more have swallowed me in the backseat of my shitty Camry.” I grope your chest roughly, ignoring the drool pooling in my mouth, and how it’s doubled when you moan like a slut again at it. “But you did pull me away.”
“So you already got my sloppy seconds then? Cute.” There’s that giggle again. God, you’re adorable. I trail my hands over your bra, and to your back, unhooking it and pausing. All my wet dreams and nightmares collide into hesitation. Once we do this…You stop squirming and look at me quizzically. And maybe. Just maybe your mask slips too, guilt and lust shining from beneath that boundless confidence. “Are you okay?”
“I- Rose. Sis… Once we do this… I can’t go back. I… I’m not nearly as good, or strong, or pure as you… or as pure as I thought you were…” Your guilt disappears as you stare deeply into my eyes. You haven’t looked at me like this since you came out to me, all those years ago.
“Then we don’t go back. I’ll be honest, I won’t be able to either, I was planning on using this to extort you for more.” You giggle so cute, devilish grin returning to your face. God, despite everything I really want to see you stop making that face. You kiss me by surprise again, and when you pull back I swear I can see conflict flitter away into resolve. “So… fuck your Princess, my loyal Knight Juri.”
“I don’t want to hear you complain later. Not about how sore you are, now about how much it hurts. You asked for this.” I mount your hips and grind our cocks together as I remove your bra, growling slightly, “And I swear, if anyo-“
“Oh my god, I get it, You’ll kill me!” Your eyes twinkle as you cut me off. I’m in your trap. All that’s left is… “I know you’ve dreamed about this. Take what you want and Shut. Me. The fuck. Up.” As the last words leave your lips, two fingers enter and depress your tongue. You smile through your gaze as you lock your lips around them.
“I’ve been wanting to shut your stupid little white mouth for so long. Constantly running. We’ll see how much you tap with your throat full of my strap.” You make a series of noises that I can only interpret to be the phrase, “So do it then” before I reach down and tug at the waist of my basketball shorts to release my throbbing girlcock. We’ll regret this later, guilt can come pouring in the gaps in our relationship that this will make. But for now? For now, I remove my fingers and before you can say another god damned word, I shove my heavy cock into your waiting mouth. It’s…delightful. Warm. Wet. Your (apparently) skilled tongue flicks and rubs against the underside of my tip almost immediately. Jesus. No hesitation? You’ve been wanting this as long as I have, then.
You melt against my grip in your hair as you keep teasing my tip with your tongue. You have no intention of moving. If I want my cock sucked, I’m going to have to force you. It has a 100% success rate for driving girls crazy. You gaze up at me with a sparkle in your eye, taking in my beautiful form as I finally tighten my grip and thrust deeper into your waiting throat,
“Fuck…god…” a bit ironic to invoke his name here when this goes against everything he’d stand for, “Go on. Show me what you get up to at these parties of yours.” You nod as best you can with a thick shaft in your face, relaxing and bobbing your head at a pace enforced by my grip. You’re glad for the buzz from the bowl you smoked and hid before coming to get me. Helps keep everything loose. Didn’t hurt the confidence to actually come and goad me into doing this, either. All of Mom’s rules breaking one by one in the room she used to read you stories in. No girls in your room? Broken. Safe sex only? You don’t have any condoms and you aren’t going to ask me for one. Broken. No drugs or booze in the house? Broken. Your slutty little mind? Not a rule, but it’s on the track to become exactly that. Broken.
Pleasure crashes up from my legs, leaving me trembling, shaking as I thrust desperately into your throat, forcing as much down as I can. I try to speak but end up in whines, grunts and gasps, spurred on by your moans as I fuck your face. Fucking hell, your throat feels incredible. Should’ve done this years ago, maybe during one of those times we were barely deniably close. Cuddling at night after one of your nightmares, maybe? And, thank fuck for the booze I hid from mom, one shot and I finally get to take what I want. Who knew it would be this easy?
You shudder in my grasp, and I feel you work harder, moan louder. You shift like you’re trying to get even more of me down your throat. Like you’re fucking thirsty for me. For my cock. My back arches as I feel your tongue start swirling around my sensitive head. I look down at you, locking eyes as you return the gaze. You’re moaning so loud, and your mascara is running. You look so fucking cute like that.
“Fuck…Fuck…Sis…fuck Rose I’m gonna… god damn those lucky bitches, fuck…” I thrust as hard as I can as your hands wrap around my ass and pull me even deeper, taking a deep inhale through your nose while you still can. God, your tear-soaked eyes make this so much hotter. You’re my baby sister, my cock buried deep in your throat, as far as it can go. And the dam breaks free, I cum down your throat. I moan long, drawn out, as you start choking on my cock, doing your patent best to swallow every drop. When I’m done cumming, I pull out of your grasp, and you let me go. I look down at you, makeup ruined, and mouth agape, full of my cum.
You look up at me, eyes full of lust and guilt. You grab my shirt and pull me down into a kiss, forcing what remains of my cum into my mouth. God, what the fuck is wrong with us. You force your tongue into my mouth like you’re trying to justify your own emotions, and in this position I can feel your cock tap at my knee, wanting some attention too. You break, and lean back, taking a large gasp of air, swallowing the last drops, and saying, with those large pouty eyes and crossed arms, “I still need to be finished off too, big sis.”
“I know, kiddo, I know.” I pant softly, not moving far from your face as my hand travels over your bare skin and cups your cock. It’s straining so cutely at this fabric that was never enough to hold it in the first place. I lean in and nuzzle your neck, peppering it with breathy kisses as I ask “How do you want it, princess? Since you let me take what I wanted, I think it’s time you got what you deserve from your loyal knight. An orgasm from your big sister. Doesn’t that sound so disgusting?” Taking your extended whimpers as affirmation, I chuckle and continue, “But you want it. You need this. You’ve wanted it as long as I have, if not more.”
“You know what I want. Use me. Be rough with me. I deserve to be used like a whore. Your whorish little princess.” Something…something’s off with that statement. I slip a hand beneath your waistband and stroke you with a surprising gentleness for your request. I press my forehead to yours, “I’ll give you what you want.” It’s a clumsy, awkward trial to remove your shorts and underwear in a fell swoop, but since it’s you, I hope you just find it endearing instead. Once freed from the confines of cloth, I move you to recline and raise your legs for me, placing one over my shoulder while I return attention to your pretty cock. It’s not long before you feel a fingertip brush against your hole.
“Hey, perv. Tell me where the lube is. I know you’ve got it, and that you’ve taken bigger than mine. But if you want me to use it, tell me where it is.” Your eyes light up again, having almost diminished to the swirling thoughts surely rampaging inside your head. If we’re anything alike, I can guess what they are. The guilt and shame are building in me, too. The desire for this and the gross feeling of taboo. You throb in my cupped hand.
You look up at me in excitement, smiling. Not your annoying smile, the cute one you do when someone compliments you. “Oh? I’m a perv? You’re the one asking your lil sis where her lube is and-” Your face goes on a journey. Flashing multiple emotions and ending in the one you make whenever you’re connecting dots. A rock sinks in my stomach as you come to a realization. “Wait… You know I’ve taken bigger? Did you find my Fan Page? Were you one of those sad pathetic people spending extra cash to flirt badly with me?” You start to giggle, almost maniacally, and point to the closet. “False panel to the left in my closet. It’s where I hide all the good stuff. Take half a look and you’ll get what I mean.”
I look away, as fast as I can, blood rushing to my cheeks as what you said sets in . “I’m not gonna fucking answer that, freak…” Is the intended full sentence, but out slips the rest of my thought, quieter, “Not that you’d believe me if I said no.” I get up, heading towards your closet, feeling your eyes on my ass as I walk. I shift the false panel to the side and root through your contraband-riddled closet. Booze, pot, an array of familiar sex toys plus cleaning supplies, a large cutesy floral bong and grinder combo, a box of presumably used panties labelled “sales and giveaways”, and, all the way at the back, the lube. “Hey, don’t knock a girl for enjoying herself and making some extra cash on the side. Not like you didn’t know that I had those knotted toys anyways, simp.”
I turn from the closet, returning bedside with a grin and a growing erection. I pop thé cap on thé lube, applying some to my finger while muttering, “Fucking size queen.” You shudder as the cold lube hits your hole, withstanding the slight pressure before you see me frown and step back to reapply and return. I can stomach hurting you. If you ask for it enough. But this…I need this too badly to fuck it up. As my finger pushes in, I’m rewarded with your soft moan and the devilish smile returning to your face.
“God. You’re so fucking gentle. Are you really the Juri who made those girls scream when you brought them home? I heard you hit them, you know. I’m not…mmmf…uniquely into weird shit here…”
“If you know how badly I left them bruised, just imagine what I’ll do to you if I don’t get my way.” Your eyes light up with curiosity, “Like a whore it is, then. You want me to fuck you like I fucked them? You gonna be a good girl and cover up the bruises so mom doesn’t ask what happened to her ‘Perfect angel’?” A feinted hook speeds towards you, pulling short at the last second to your disappointment. After your eye roll, you start a new sentence,
“I thought you wanted to shut me up? Just imagine how satis-“ You never get to finish it as my left hook crashes into your gut. Your beautiful moans of pain cascade around the room and I can’t help the smile that alights on my face as you curl around my fist and clench around my finger. When I speak again, an undeniable lust tinges my voice, different from the girl who fucked your face,
“Not so cocky now, brat? Be a good girl and take it. Those girls all lasted, don’t you want to be good for your big sister and take what she HAS” I throw another punch into your shoulder. It’ll hurt less than the gut shot, but I know it’ll leave a bruise that masochistic bitches like you love to press on. Your whorish noises just spur me on. When you can finally speak through the tears trickling down your face, you look up at me and beg,
“There’s the beast. Come on. Lose yourself already. We’ve broken all the rules. What’s one more?” As I add another finger with surprising ease, I throw another punch to the same spot, making damn well sure that bruise takes. Your breathing quickens as your eyes dilate. There’s the slut. You’re so much prettier in person than through the camera. Expletives fall from your pretty lips as I pull out, whining about how empty you feel.
“Shut up. I can’t take it anymore. I need this. Forgive me later. You’re too fucking pretty for me to stop now.” I shift, applying some extra lube to my rock-hard girlcock out of the last bit of caution I have for your well-being. A quick thrust later, I’m inside of my little sister. And it feels heavenly. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I shouldn’t be memorizing how your ass feels clenching around me as I groan out, “Fuck…big enough for you, whore? Choose wisely.” When you start to say something, I crudely bring my hand down in a slap. To your credit, you take it well and persevere,
“I-I…I’ve had bigger…” That cocky smile returns. I know you can feel me trembling, I know you can’t tell if it’s from rage or arousal. The secret is; it’s both.
“Bigger? Maybe.” With your legs over my shoulders, your soft thighs are an easy target for punching. You cry out beautifully when I do, clenching like I knew you would. It feels divine. Wrong. Horrifically wrong. I’m probably fucking you up, but I can’t stop at this point, “You’re going to beg for this from now on, Rose. You can have bigger all you like, but nobody will fuck you better than your big sis.”
You cry out as the blows and thrusts don’t stop. I can see concern on your face, but not at my actions. You’re worried about me. Your arms wrap around my back when you curl up to one of my blows, and you whisper into your ear, probably taking all your effort to talk right now. “S-sis. Fuck. If… if it’s too much. T-tag.” A request that takes me completely by surprise. You’re crying, bruised and beaten by my own fists, my little sister who trusted me so much to even admit that she wanted this. Even if it were just with the smallest peck, and a single line. And you’re telling me to tag if it’s too much? The girl who started this. Not going to happen. You drop back down onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up.
“You… You first…” I move in small increments, rapidly getting to a pace that I know you heard through the walls. I stumble a little, and I know that I’m not going to last long. It feels obvious. When you go to open your mouth, I take my hand that didn’t go in your ass, and shove two fingers in your mouth, watching your eyes practically shine. “Use a hand. Or… bite down hard if you need me to stop. I won’t do so otherwise.” If I’ve been thinking-and honestly if I was we wouldn’t be doing this-I would have established a safeword first. Next time. Fuck, I hope there’s a next time. I’ll make sure there will be.
I throw another hook into your ribs, a weaker one, but you still respond wonderfully. You wince and you squint, trying your best not to bite down. Tears stream down your deeply ruined makeup, and I hear forced out as I follow through, a Moan that sounds like a primal call for more. I oblige. “Hurt you? I think I can do that.” I tug your arms to fondle my tits, which immediately latch on and start squeezing. I launch a set of weak punches into your shoulders, knowing it’ll hurt, and that bruise that I already gifted you means I won’t have to go too hard. Your clenching around my cock increases with every punch, and your shaking and shuddering body confirms it. My restraint starts to slip. “Fuck… sis… I’m gonna cum soon. Can’t hold on much longer.”
My hand makes its way down to your little cock, wrapping it around with ease and working it in time with my thrusts. “MMMMMngh. Sis…” escapes your lips, as your eyes flutter at me. You look absolutely punch drunk, and your hips start to buck as you whine and your grip on my tits becomes greedy, tears further falling from your face, eyes barely able to focus but centered on me. “Me too sis. Fuck. God you’re so much better… Make me cum.”
I pant and work myself up, no longer throwing punches, just stroking you and thrusting. I dive forwards to kiss you deep, as my slams become erratic. “Fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Cum with me sis…” I whine against your lips before capturing again with a bestial growl. Your arms and legs lock me into position, forcing me deeper into you as well. A few final thrusts and I finally unload a diminished-relatively speaking it still must be a lot-second load into you. You twitch and moan and pant, and your back arches with me, nearly screaming as I rub your twitching cock and offer encouragement, lots of “come on”s and “Do it for your big sis”. Your eyes roll back in your head and paint my hand with a more reserved, frankly pathetic load. You smile, blitzed out and start to laugh Falling back before going quiet. You stare at me, at yourself.
“Oh shit. We actually… not just teasing. Or… other weird deniable shit we used to do. We actually…” I look at you, you’re starting to panic. I didn’t want to hurt you.
God I just “I…I told you to stop me.” I lie, I never wanted to stop. I’m glad we didn’t. You probably won’t accept that. “Fuck… hey. I’m sorry, okay? Rose…I.” Oh god. I hurt my baby sister. Your bruise is darkening as we lay here, still connected. I haven’t pulled out or let go yet. Just. A few more seconds of contact. Please.
“Sh-shit. Yeah. But… that was really fun.” You twitch, visibly, saying the quiet part out loud. You still hold onto me. Grip tightening. “God I. Goaded you into. Your own sister. I’m disgusting…”
“No, Rose, I’m sorry. I’m the disgusting one. You….you were just playing and I twisted it into this…and…while I’m admitting things, I did sub to your Fan Page.”
“Shut the fuck up, sis, I goaded and pushed you every step of the way. I thought about this for…way too long.” You reach for the bruise on your shoulder and press in, barely restraining a moan, “NeedyButch24? I should’ve known it was you. You told me your name was Lyra. Your second pick. Thought I wouldn’t notice since it’s so common, huh?”
“Yeah, and it worked. I mean, I guess it worked.” I twitch inside, even as I’m softening, watching you press the bruise. Shit that’s hot.
“You always went quiet when my streams started. Music playing? Nope, all off, and I know you’d rush to your computer, I could hear the stomping hehe.” You reach around, hugging me, pulling me onto the bed. “I like Juri better. Suits you more. And I’m glad that…” You audibly gulp, taking a second to find the right words. “That all this is out in the open now. At least, we don’t have to wonder and yearn anymore.” You stop to look at me, sternly, “Also you’re getting free messaging and a free top tier sub because I know you can’t afford this between your shitty job and the gouging mom’s doing."
“... You don’t have to do that. It’s not…I can manage. I pull an extra shift and help out some friends and it all scrapes together. I just…I know it’s gross but a friend sent it to me as a joke…and I…Shit I couldn’t look away. So I helped. I wanted this to work out for you. Couldn’t overtly support it. Afraid of… this happening. It would be this or rejection and I was convinced both would be terrible.” I finally pull out of you, scooping you in my arms to properly cuddle you. I can’t help but trace the impact sites as they darken. They’ll bruise. At the very least they will… “Can… I get you anything? Tylenol? You’re already autistic so it can’t hurt.”
You snort adorably, and turn to look at me. “In a little bit. It's just. Mmmph. I want to ride a bit more of this. It feels so nice. And shit. If you want to support me you could get mom out of the house more often. Oooooor…” Your face twists into a devilish grin, and you run a finger down my back. “I could use a regular ‘fan’ to meet up with. Censor your face and shit so nobody can tell it’s you. Call you big sis on cam. People will go nuts for both the possibility of sleeping with me, and being my sis.”
“That’s…” That honestly is disgusting. But exactly the type of thing your fans would go wolf for. Especially framed as a ‘fan meetup’. For some reason, the idea gets me excited too. “Shit, that’s not too bad… but… it would mean doing this again. Are you okay with that? I know it hurts. I know I was too rough. I’m sorry.”
You look at me, face softening. I attempt to pull back but you pull in closer to me. “Hey, hey. You didn’t go too far. I love every bruise. They’re like hickeys from someone who loves you enough to hurt you like you ask. And. Well, honestly I don’t think we can go back to normal. Especially after talking. Besides, We’re both trannies, Fuck normal.” You giggle again, looking so cute.
“I bucked normal the day I knew I’d be happier this way. When I learned you felt like me… I was ecstatic. I don’t know if I ever told you that. I know I don’t… deserve it, but I want to do this again. I want to see you overjoyed, I want to watch you cry. I want to hurt you and comfort you and… I wanna do lots of things a girl shouldn’t be doing with her sister. And I’ve shoved it down and even when you said ‘Fuck me like a whore’... I couldn’t be rough yet. I needed you to not be scared of me… even if you look so hot when you cry. Let’s rest a bit and I’ll help you take that smudged makeup off?”
“Sounds nice.” An alarm goes off and you look at your phone, digging through shorts that landed on the bed. “Oh I need to be streaming in. Five mins. I do not have the energy or time to fix myself. Hmm. Idea.” You shuffle lower, throw the blanket we’ve been cuddling in off of us, hold you phone out, ruffle your hair so it’s more of a mess, take a few photos, mess with some filters, and type something out. “Don’t worry Juri, you’ll have full access. Aaaaaaand done. Disaster averted.” You cuddle back up to me, and a message pops up on my phone you somehow fished out of your shorts pocket. It’s a fan page notification. You can’t help but check it. “Hiiiiiiii everyone ~<3. So sorry but I won’t be able to stream today. Met a fan irl and we really kicked it off. So sorry for tonight everyone, but watch out for my new “Big Sis ~<3” in upcoming videos! Byeeee cuties <3<3<3.” The image is a picture of you, doing a cutesy pose, makeup clearly ruined and hair a mess. The bruises I gave you are clearly visible as well, popping out due to your editing magic. My tits frame your head beautifully, and I save my new favourite family photo. “Aaaaaaand there you go, Juri. You’re locked in as my Big Sis.”
“Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I say, running my hand through your hair. “Love ya Rose.”
“Love you, big sis. Always have.” And you spin around, kissing me before passing out in my arms.