You Caught Me In My Feelings And Now I’m Almost Crying, Thanks.

“Hey it’s ok… its ok. Let’s just sit down.”

Dad settled you back in his lap, gentle, heavy hands running down your thighs, his palms big enough to cover each of them. He sighed quietly, tilting up a little, and you whined as you felt him press even deeper into your cunt.

You’ve been having lap time like this for awhile. Usually he just rubbed you, one thick finger dragging down the front of your shorts, over your little cock and squishing between your folds through the cloth. He’d get you all wet while he rocked up against you, and then he’d hug you close when he slipped a finger inside and his jeans chafed as he humped harder.

But tonight was different.

It started the same, he offered to watch your favorite show with you, and you crawled up on the couch with him in excitement, but then, after the theme song, he said you were going further tonight. He pulled out his cock—his big adult cock that you had only seen close up when you went pee together—and had you rub against that instead. Without your shorts. And with your underwear pulled to the side, too.

He just had you slide along it for a bit, the TV playing in the background, his slow breathing warm in your ear, and you made the little sounds you always did and your toes curled as your little cock ran along the hard, thick, outside of his. You could see the plump veins twitching beneath his skin, and watched as he reached around to stroke his tip a bit, the foreskin pulling down when he thumbed at it.

But then Dad moved you and rubbed against you himself. It was just like his finger, he said, he was going to press in just the same, and he did, but when he started going, it was so much bigger, too much bigger for a kid like you. And you tried to get up. And he stopped you. And he pulled you back down. And now you could feel his fly scraping against your ass and your hole—young and wet and dripping—was stretched too-wide over his too-big cock.

“There we go honey, isn’t that nice.” Dad’s voice was low, so low and heavy as he nosed into your neck and rolled into you that it almost sounded like a growl. “That’s it. That’s it.”

He didn’t rock much, just kept you there. Hands on your sides, moving slightly but mostly just rubbing over your smooth little tummy, pressing on the bulge there and making you squirm.

It did get better after a bit, especially when his hand slid down to run slowly over your kid parts. Smooth and sticky and steady. You whined again, toes flexing where they couldn’t touch the floor, twitching down onto the girth of him as heat slid down to your ankles. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Dad keened quietly, fingers pressing flat over the little nub of your cock.

Then, all at once, he hissed and went still, and everything inside became warm. You moaned, all quiet, and he panted in your ear, tensing and untensing as his hand pressed hard over your cock, making it light up and tightening your whole body up hot.

You screwed your eyes shut, hands coming up to grip on one of his arms as your hips ground down of their own volition, confused and fuzzy and desperate to feel more of that thick, pumping, warmth inside you.

When you blinked your eyes open again, there was a bigger bulge in your belly, and your skin felt stretched even further. Dad’s hand ran over your tummy again, pushing ever so slightly, and you felt something hot gush out around his cock. He kept playing with your kiddo parts idly, even though you were tired.

“Go to sleep hun,” he murmured, petting your hair. He was still hard inside, you could feel it. He seemed to wait a moment, letting your breath even out, before one of his rough, wet, fingers left your cock to drag down around your entrance, feeling where you were still connected. He tugged at it a bit, breath stuttering, and the touch made your whole brain buzz.

“Rest baby,” he whispered. “Poppa’s got you.”

Feeling lonely one day, you decide to make an account on a hookup app. You scroll through accounts, mildly amused at the pickings, until you stumble across one. The woman's profile doesn't feature her face, but the picture shows a woman wearing a dress — and a necklace — that you recognize immediately. Even the style of photo is familiar. It's not mystique the photographer was going for — she literally doesn't know how to keep her face in frame. It's your mother, wearing a dress she only wears when going on a date, and a necklace you bought her for Christmas.

You think about your mother having a hookup account for days. You think back and forth to yourself, should you message it and see what she says? Should you... try to meet up with her? Wouldn't it be funny? You imagine the look on her face and her flustered voice when she shows up to hook up with someone and it's you. One night, after partying with some friends, and getting cross faded enough to make some bad decisions, you do it. You match with her and send her a quick "Hey~ heard you're looking for a young girl to have fun with."

She answers a few hours later, just as sleep is about to take you. "Hi... you're into older women?" She replies. "Oh yeah. I can't get enough of cougars." You respond. You two have a bit of a friendly back and forth for a while, playfully flirting among some small talk to break the ice. Without giving away too much information, you talk about yourself. Everything she tells you, however, is something you already know.

When the time comes for her to ask for a photo of you, you quickly pull down your shirt and squeeze your tits together, taking a low angle shot with your plump lips the only part of your face shown, parted in an attempt to look sexy despite barely being able to see straight.

"You're so cute. I almost feel bad for what i want to do to you" she says. "When can we meet up?" Nerves are not an issue. Courage is not an issue. Self control is and right now it isn't in the room with you. "Is tonight too late?" There's a pause, with the *is typing* message on the screen. Finally, it reads "Unfortunately, yes. But... can we meet tomorrow? I want you."

You decide to borrow one of your friend's clothes, since you figure she knows your outfits and tastes by now. Well, most of your tastes anyway. If you dress like your friend, she might not catch on until it's too late. You do your makeup differently, going through efforts you normally wouldn't. You tie your hair differently. Capping it off with a face mask, you head to the meeting spot.

She approaches you, double checking it's you from the hookup app. You push your voice lower than normal to obfuscate, easily done since your throat is dry from last night. After the meet up is confirmed, you head to a hotel with her. The moment you two get into the room reserved for the night, she all but tears off your face mask and grabs your face in her hands before making out with you aggressively, sliding her tongue down your throat and trying to pull off your clothes. You go along with it, surprised at how strong she is compared to what you know of her at home.

She pushes you onto the bed and all but tears your pants off of your legs, your panties almost becoming a casualty of her hunger as she gets to work eating you out. It's rough and inelegant, she clearly doesn't have that much experience muff diving. That's okay; you put your hands in her hair and guide her head until her nose is rubbing against your clit, her tongue thrashing eagerly in and out of your dripping wet hole. When she comes up for air she puts two slim, smooth fingers inside, fingerfucking you so well you can't help but moan for her. What she lacks in oral skill she more than makes up for in her dexterity — her fingers reach deeper, more turn-on spots inside you than your own do and your body becomes a quaking less for her.

As you come, you drop your guard and say "Fuck...! Yes, Mommy!" At the top of your lungs, only for her to answer not with the name you gave her in the text conversation, but with your own, actual name. You stare at her in shock as she straddles your thigh, pressing your clits together and scissoring with you. "When did you...?" You moan and throw your head back, barely able to finish your sentence.

"You think I wouldn't recognize my own daughter's tits? The ones I made?" She laughs, a laugh more mean than you're used to but fuck if it doesn't make you almost come again right then and there. "The same tits I've been fucking myself thinking about for years? I've held back for so long around you, and you just offer yourself to me. Of course I'm gonna eat you right up. You asked for it." That pushes you over, and you cum, shuddering and shaking as you do.

The rest of the day is a blur of being used by your mother, hazy recollections of you moaning and mewling for her to make you cum again and again and again. She doesn't let you rest for a moment, and watching her cum only makes you want to do more to please her. To be a good girl and earn her cum and to be able to taste more of the sweet nectar from her pussy. She makes you taste your own, sometimes mixing the two. She makes you call her Mommy like you're a child all over again. It's only when it's time to check out that she reluctantly puts her clothes back on, or at least the minimum to be considered decent.

"We're continuing this when we get home, little girl." She says with a wink, dragging you out of the hotel room.

Talkative big bro who constantly teases sis for how filthy she is especially while fucking. Oldest bro walks in and they try to explain she wants this bc they think he’ll stop them but instead he tells them to keep going and he’s even nastier than the other brother and sis should be fucking losing it hearing her composed big bro talk about breeding her

Her breath hitched as his hands tightened around her hips, pulling her back against him with a force that made her knees buckle. “God, you’re so filthy,” he muttered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “Always begging for it, aren’t you?” She could feel the smirk in his voice, the smugness that always seemed to accompany his teasing.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as he thrust into her again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Shut up,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort to sound defiant. But even as she said it, she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, unable to resist the way he made her feel.

He chuckled, low and deep, his breath hot against her neck. “You love it,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You love being called out for how dirty you are. Admit it.” His hands moved up to her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp.

“I don’t—” she started, but her words were cut off as he thrust into her again, harder this time, making her cry out. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let it out. Let everyone hear how much of a slut you are.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, and you always will be.”

She shivered at his words, her body responding to the possessive tone in his voice. She wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but she couldn’t. Not when he was fucking her like this, not when he was making her feel so good.

The door creaked open, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Oh god, no. She turned her head, her eyes widening in horror as she saw their oldest brother standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell…” he muttered, his voice calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment, and she tried to pull away, but her brother’s hands tightened around her, holding her in place. “Don’t stop,” he said, his voice steady despite the situation. “Keep going.”

She blinked, her mind struggling to process what was happening. “What? No, we—”

“I said keep going,” their oldest brother interrupted, his voice firmer now. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “I want to watch.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her body betraying her as a small moan escaped her lips. This can’t be happening.

Her brother behind her chuckled, his hands moving up to her hips as he resumed his thrusts, slow and deliberate now. “You heard him,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “He wants to watch his little sister get fucked.”

She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding to the situation. Her breathing quickened, her hips moving on their own as she pressed back against him, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.

Their oldest brother stepped closer, his eyes never leaving them as he watched with an intensity that made her shudder. “You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I had no idea you were this much of a dirty little slut.”

She whimpered, her body trembling as she felt his eyes on her, his words sending a jolt of arousal through her. “I’m not—”

“Oh, you are,” he interrupted, his voice cutting through her protest. “Look at you, taking it like a good little whore.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before moving down to her lips. “You’re even prettier when you’re getting fucked.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts quicken, his breathing growing heavier as he listened to their oldest brother’s words. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal. “You like hearing him talk about you like that.”

She couldn’t answer, her mind too fogged with pleasure to form a coherent thought. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

Their oldest brother stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You look so good like this,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “But I think you’d look even better with my cock in you.”

Her eyes widened at his words, her body shuddering with a mix of shock and arousal. “What?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his hands moving down to her ass as he gave it a firm squeeze. “You heard me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to see how much of a slut you really are.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts slow as he processed their oldest brother’s words, his hands tightening around her hips. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Dead serious,” their oldest brother replied, his voice steady and filled with a dark intensity. “I want to see her take both of us.”

She felt her body tremble at his words, her mind struggling to process what was happening. This can’t be real. But as she felt their oldest brother’s hands on her, his lips brushing against her neck, she knew it was.

“You want that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver of arousal through her. “You want to be filled up, to be completely and utterly claimed.”

She couldn’t answer, her body betraying her as she pressed back against him, her hips moving on their own as she sought more of the pleasure they were giving her.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving down to her clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. “Let us take care of you.”

She moaned, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. “We’ve got you.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts quicken, his breathing growing heavier as he listened to their oldest brother’s words. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that made her shiver. “Mine to fuck, mine to claim.”

Their oldest brother chuckled, his hand moving up to her breast as he pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her cry out. “And mine to breed,” he added, his voice dark and filled with a possessive hunger that sent a jolt of arousal through her.

She felt her body clench around her brother’s cock at his words, her mind too fogged with pleasure to process what was happening. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” their oldest brother murmured, his fingers moving faster against her clit. “Come for us, little slut. Let us see how much of a whore you really are.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer, her body shattering as she came with a cry, her brother’s cock buried deep inside her. She felt their oldest brother’s lips on her neck, his fingers still working her clit as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction that made her shiver. “You’re going to be taking care of us from now on.”

She felt her body tremble at his words, her mind struggling to process what was happening. But as she felt their hands on her, their bodies pressing against her, she knew she couldn’t deny it.

She was theirs. And there was no going back.

I'm feeling nice today soo here

Custard Cookie the III,,,, aughfhheh he's so adorable

when i talk about my dream big brother, im talking about him btw <33

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