[M4F] - Looking For Bratty Little Sisters to Tame 💢
Looking for a partner that is semi-literate, and who can work with the following: Non-Con, Misogyny, Fear Play, Humiliation, Slave Play, Blackmail, Degradation, Impact Play, Breath Play, and Incest.
Feel free to approach for the following scenario listed below. I'm happy to play over reddit, or Discord.
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A home has more sides than anyone can count. If you think of rooms, do you count the walls, or the things you set before them. If you think of people, do you track the hours, or the ideas about them. If you think of value, do you look at what's around, or do you wait to see it.
Along a winding, asphalt paved road, are dozens of houses, one lined up after the other. Some romantic looking, and others crude in its design. But here, behind a plain face of doors and windows, is where you live– And you certainly wish you didn't.
Dawn broke over an hour ago. The house is dead quiet, in comparison to the chipper sounds of birds, and lawn equipment from nearby neighbors. You desperately hope that quiet means alone.
You drown your ears in silence, while reaching for even the slightest clues.
g r o w l
You're almost startled by your own needy stomach. There's no point in being cautious, but still, you couldn't help but try.
After a few minutes, you creep out of your bedroom, and towards the stairs. Standing on the edge of the top step, you listen again, as if it'll make a difference.
g r o w l
Your own body betrays you, as it demands you make an appearance in the kitchen.
Thud.. Thud.. Thud
You slowly skip down each step, until your feet meet the cold tile. All that remains of your presence now, are the soft rasps of your feet.
"Good Morning." You hear from the kitchen. The voice is low, and gruff.
You continue onwards. It's much too early in the day for anxious antics– not to mention, you were far too hungry for that either.
Your toes come perfectly flush with the entryway as you arrive at the kitchen. You dare not to raise your head and look, but you see enough of his fuzzy legs to know where he is.
"Hungry?" The voice murmured. You dare not move a muscle, that is, until the voice's legs are joined by a beckoning hand that enters your line of sight. You officially enter the kitchen now, with your brother's permission.
You come close enough, before that thick hand of his snakes over your waist, and forces you to skip a step with a seemingly effortless tug. Your much smaller self is now directly pressed against his much bigger, and warmer self.
"How are you feeling today, Sis?" He hums, and takes in a deep breath while he strokes your shoulder blade. Being this up close, you have nowhere to really look– except at the peculiar bulge in your brother's boxers. They're dark, but the morning light does well to reveal the exact shape of his half hard cock underneath. You almost want to vomit at the idea of how well you recognize your brother's.. body.
"Cookie" Your brother calls out to you by that horrid nickname. He gives your arm a gentle squeeze, and reassuring rub. You know better than to keep him waiting for too long.
"I'm hungry" You squeak out to him. Your voice is plenty loud at this distance, but you can only hope that he's pleased with your volume.
"Mmh. Does this mean you're ready to listen?" He murmurs again.
"Yes."
"Yes?.."
"Yes, Big Brother" You whimper, as the shame collides with a fleeting hunger pain.
"Good girl." He coos, and leans down to kiss the top of your head.
You stand in place as your big brother moves around the kitchen. Drawers and cabinets are being unlocked left and right. The familiar 'Click!' Of a padlock reaches your ears, signaling that the fridge is now accessible.. By him, anyways.
You couldn't care less about what he'd make for you. Your body would happily accept it after all this time. The relief the idea came with almost made you forget about what the price was.
"Chores can wait" You thought to yourself. It was a necessary thought. You needed as much space as you could get between now, until Noon– Until your pleasure duties began.