This Is How My Big Sis Fiends Over Me >u<

Look, I'm not saying hot sibling sex would fix Jinx, but I do think it would help a little.

Haven’t seen you post in a while. Hope you and your sister are doing well!

Oh darling, thank you for checking in 💋✨ it's honestly deeply heartwarming to know that there are people who look for me and my posts and don't just see them show up when they do.

I'm not gonna lie, life has been very complicated lately. Friends suffering heartbreak, others needing care following surgeries, someone close to me having psychic breakdowns, betrayals in the small business I help run. It's been real rough.

Time with my sister has been a perfect respite for me, in all of it. We haven't gotten to see each other near as much as I'd love, but I cherish each moment, whether we're tearing each other's clothes off or cooking together or hiking through the woods. Through all of it, we provide each other such beautiful mutual care.

I'll have more stories for folk soon enough, I hope, I just need life to calm down a bit (╥﹏╥)

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck @///@

why are you crying, baby?

it's cute that you're crying, because you're the one that wanted this, hmm? you were so excited to be big and try to show mommy how much you really love it, to move on from humping your pillows and stuffies or mama's boot. now that you're finally inside a real pussy, you're getting all choked up and panicky. is it overwhelming, sweetheart?

don't you wanna cum inside your mama?

oh, there we go. i just felt you twitch inside me— how cute! now we just have to get you to stop wriggling around. you know mommy is stronger than you, baby, so you'll never get anywhere when you're putting up such pathetic resistance. it wouldn't be very nice if you accidentally left a mark on mommy when you were acting so disobedient, so put those claws away.

you wanted this, remember? you're gonna cum nice and deep inside your mommy, as many times as it wants you to. ♡

polyamorous momcest my beloved

okay, so imagine. you're a tgirl in her twenties, and you have a pretty meh relationship with your mother. like, she wasn't a total piece of shit or anything, but it did take her a while to understand "the whole trans thing," and really she's just working though a lot of her own stuff right now - especially with the divorce, and her trying to find a new relationship - so you two don't really keep in touch. maybe a thanksgiving dinner or something every now and then, but that's about it.

at the same time, you have a *huge* momcest kink. maybe it's from a yearning for a better maternal figure, maybe it's a desire to be treated like the beloved daughter you've always been, maybe that's just your thing and it doesn't have that kind of psychological source or whatever.

So, getting off to it multiple times every night. you literally can't fall asleep without touching yourself to the thought of mommy fondling you and pressing against you and shoving her tongue down your mouth, yknow? normal stuff.

eventually you meet this gorgeous trans woman who's like twenty-something years older than you, and wouldn't you know it? she's into the exact same kind of stuff!

at first it's pretty much just sex. she's poly, but she has this other partner she's really serious about that you haven't met, so she's not really looking for another romantic relationship.

but then things start to change. you start to get to know each other better through after-care conversations and pillow talk, and before you can stop yourself, you're asking her to get coffee that weekend. and to your pleasant surprise, she says yes!

soon enough, it's pretty damn serious, and you're calling her your girlfriend and vice-versa. well, sometimes, that is. other times, when your out in the park, at a restaurant, or shopping together, she introduces you as her daughter - a possessive hand keeping you close to her as she does. it drives you up the wall every time, and you make sure to show her just how much as soon as the two of you are alone again.

eventually, she decides that you ought to meet her other partner. she really cares for you both, and wants to make sure that the two most important people in her life are able to - at the very least - get along over dinner.

that fateful night, she's driving you to her other girlfriend's house - that's probably a good sign, right? that she offered to host? you're definitely pretty nervous. it's almost what you imagine the experience of meeting a partner's parents to be, and you can't help but smile at the irony of that.

you know a little bit about your metamour. she's a couple years older than your girlfriend, she's a bit of a baby gay comparatively, and she hasn't come out to her family yet.

you're looking out the window of the passenger seat, and as you drive into the suburbs, you start to realize how familiar these streets are. this is where you grew up! what a fun coincidence! you say as much to your girlfriend, making small talk, neither of you thinking much of it.

then she turns down the street. then again. then again. with each turn you're getting closer and closer to your childhood home, and realization starts to dawn on you.

you're clinging on to what shred of denial you can even as your girlfriend parks in your mother's driveway, too shocked to say anything.

it's not until your mother answers the door that you finally have to admit to yourself what's happening.

the three of you spend forever feverishly and nervously talking around each other standing there on the front porch. your girlfriend is embarrassed - she never would have suggested this if she knew, and she can't believe that in all this time she forgot to so much as tell you the name of her other girlfriend. your mother is downright mortified - in the midst of everything else that's going on (which is definitely a fucking hell of a lot), this was certainly not how she expected to be coming out to you.

you mostly don't say anything. you're kinda surprised that you and your mom have the exact same taste in women - to the point of it being the exact same woman - but opt not to make a joke about it given present company's current emotional reactions.

you surprise yourself when you make your most substantial comment thus far:

"It's... it's pretty cold out here. Should we head inside? To keep talking? That's why we're here after all, right? To talk about this relationship?"

After a beat of silence, your mom nods her head and invites the two of you inside.

Dinner is just out of the oven by now, so you all give it a minute to cool, and you talk. You brought a bottle of wine - hoping to make a good impression with who you now realize is your own mother - and it's already gotten ample use out of the three of you. Your mom will probably be dipping into her own supply before dinner's over. It makes the talking easier, at the very least.

Once the shock wears off, you're all able to hold an actual conversation - even if your speech is slightly slurred. your mother says that you're an adult, and you have the right to date whoever you want. the same can obviously be said of her. and your girlfriend loves you both too much to let any of this impact her relationships with you.

so that's that. the dinner wraps up, and you and your girlfriend are *way* too drunk to drive home, so your mom nervously invites you to spend the night. you nervously accept, because you're not in the headspace for a DUI or a car crash tonight and you're not willing to risk it.

you're about in the middle of a quick and awkward conversation about bed logistics when your girlfriend - again, *impressively* drunk - makes a joke about previously thinking this night might end in a threesome before you all realized what you realized. the look on her face tells you she immediately regretted it, but you can't help but giggle all the same.

"Who knows? It still could."

You whip your head over to see your *mother* having just made that joke, start to drunk-giggle herself, but immediately come to make the same face of regret your girlfriend did.

and you're a little miffed because you were just about to make that very same joke yourself.

"Hey! No fair! You stole my joke!" you whine, devolving into laughter before you can even get to the "-k" in "joke." and then your girlfriend and your mom are both laughing with you. and then the sheen of awkwardness that had tainted this entire night is finally lifted, and it feels like what you had hoped it would be - a polycule of disaster lesbians in the same room just enjoying each other's company.

and then your mom goes, y'know what? the couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on, and the twin-mattress in your bedroom is too small. what if the three of you all just slept in *her* bed? after all, it wouldn't be the first time either of you shared a bed with her.

before you know it, you're all lying in your mother's bed. even for its size, it's a bit of a tight squeeze, but its just about the most warm and safe and comfortable you've ever felt in a bed. just laying there between both of your moms.

and maybe its the alcohol, or you're tired, or even just wishful thinking, but you swear - amidst the tight space and all the small body-adjustments made - you could feel your mother sleepily and drunkenly grinding into you.

as you go to sleep, you think that maybe this was worth all of the awkwardness

HHHHNMMNSBSHSS @////@ BARK BARK. MBARK RUFF. HUMP MY BUTT

Spooning after some freaky and transgender sex, whispering to her "you're like a sister to me" and feeling her hug tighten, her clit get hard and her hips moving as she humps my butt

Hey, so... mean big sisters, am I right? So so mean, such bullies, but you just can't live without 'em.

When she makes you change clothes because you look like 'a total dork' or a 'doofus' or 'someone I won't be recognizing in public dressed like *that*', when she teaches you to dye your hair, snickering at you when it turns out a funny color and *you* turn a fun color at the thought of having to let her help you dye it again, when she sneaks you booze but makes you drink it with her because she doesn't trust you not to be blatantly drunk in front of mom and dad (or mom and mom, or dad and dad).

Being drunk in front of your mean, beautiful big sister for the first time... well, who's to say that your tongue might slip, might confess exactly *how* her mean words make you feel?

And...

Who's to say how she would react? Would you want her to gleefully accept, to cast aside her facade of cruelty, or would you want her to mock and scorn you, to humiliate you for feeling such *dirty* things for her?

Of course, once she knew what you felt for her, she'd use it as a *leash* on you. How *could* you disobey her, when a single word from her to mom or dad could *ruin your life*?

(You have multiple posts requesting asks and DMs but of course feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, I wouldn't want that. I'm just... an unusually verbose human pigeon flying by 😇 )

fuck thats so hot >///////< i love reciving asks like this, feel free to continue. id love for my big sis to take advantage of me and make me her little pet~

Everything below is fantasy so enjoy~

Little sister who thinks everyone is out of the house, so she decides to touch herself in the comfort of her room. She randomly picks a porn video before clumsily rubbing her clit.

However, it seemed she wasn’t alone.

Big sister who comes home from college for the weekend. She was a few hours early and assumed no one was home since there was no car in the driveway. As she entered, it didn’t take long to notice the soft whimpers and moans from upstairs.

Confused and curious, she walks upstairs and realizes it’s her little sister’s room. With a smirk on her face, she swings the door open.

“Well, isn’t this a nice welcome home.”

Little sister’s face instantly turns red as she desperately grabs for anything to cover herself up.

“I already saw everything. You know, you’re doing it wrong.” Big sister says, walking closer.

“Go away! Get out!” Little sister tries.

However, her big sister is faster and stronger. She quickly makes her way to her little sister before forcibly spreading her legs apart, ignoring the humiliation on her face.

“You’re doing it all messy like this.” Big sister explains before mimicking her little sister’s motion. Her little sister lets out whimpers as she avoids her eyes.

“But this…” Big sister begins precisely rubbing small, fast circles on her clit, “…is how you do it. This feels so much better, doesn’t it, sweet girl?”

Her little sister can’t even speak, but it’s okay. Big sister can see the pleasure in her face. She only wants to help her little sister. That’s the point of having a big sister, isn’t it? She’s supposed to teach her things that make her life better.

And rubbing anyone’s clit makes them feel better.

Oh Freud would have a FEILD day with Vi

tfw ur gf looks uncannily like ur mother AND sister

Slice of Sirius 6: Slip

I'm sure he'll hear the end of it eventually

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