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Shushing you, almost apologetic, as your gaze flickers out, promising you that I got the dosage right this time, you aren't going to be awake for the shit your big brother is about to do to you. But I promise I'll film it so you know what order all your new cuts and bruises happened in.
#'but i promise i'll film it so you know in what order all your new cuts and bruises happened in'#just kill me why don't you
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genuinely so heartbreaking when someone only wants to be incesty during sex and when they’re horny but does not want to continue being incesty during sfw parts of every day life. this is ride or die
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"i have a fauxcest kink and a cnc kink" no you don't. you have an incest kink and a rape kink. use your grown up words.
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there’s just something about being stalked that gives me butterflies
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Smoking in the backyard of this place I'm housesitting, and I just noticed that the trees mean nobody can see me from other houses. So now I'm just thinking about how that means I could have my baby sister on her knees in front of me while I fuck her mouth like the little rapemutt she's dripping to be for her big brother. And now I think I'm just gonna have to jerk off of here. Wish you were here for me to force my cock into your holes, little girl.
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PERVERT OLDER BROTHER!! INVASIVE CONTROLLING PERVERT FREAK OLDER BROTHER THAT LOVES YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
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little sister that gets mean when she's overstimulated 🤝🏽 big brother who forcibly hugs her and uses their body weight to crush her until she melts back down into a puddle of girl
#musings#was writing a blurb but then my brain said every set of words i've ever conceived is stupid#and i am stupid#and i should never write again#big bro x lil sis#big bro/little sis#big brother x little sister#fauxc3st#fauxcest#sibcon
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don't you want to watch as the last of the air leaves my lungs ?
i shouldnt be think of anything other than your name, not even oxygen .
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nervous little sister trying to impress her cool brother x big brother manipulating her into being used
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Shut the fuck up, kid, oh my god, stop crying. "You're my brother, you shouldn't-" I know I shouldn't be doing this, dummy, and I know you think you don't want it, that's what makes it rape. That's what's making my cock so hard as I'm forcing it in that tight little cunt of yours.
I mean, you really are tight, aren't you? I'd heard you talk about it to your friends on the phone- don't fucking lie, kid, you left your door open so your big brother would hear you talking about your chubby little cunt, and I saw those pictures you posted online.
Hell, you didn't even realize I was one of the people you sent the uncensored ones to, did you? Yeah, so this isn't the first time I've seen your cunt bare, kid. Such a whore for random dudes online, what the fuck, right? That's not how I raised you. But that also means I saw your fucked up fantasies.
Hell, I contributed to a few of them.
Trust me, young lady. This won't be the first time you've cum for me. You just thought you were pretending that it was your big brother. Nah. It was real. So is this even really raping you?
Haha, nah, I'm kidding.
It's clearly rape, but it's like... Not entirely. Like maybe I'm raping your cunt. But I already fucked your brain, didn't I? Fucked it deep and got you to cum hard for me, several times.
You know I can feel your little cunt clench on my cock, right? God, you're a fucked up little girl, sis.
But I bet I can still rape you worse.
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older brother who's so protective of you, who makes sure you're always doing okay at school, checks in to see if anyone's bothering you. tells you how to handle it when boys are taking an interest and being too pushy, helps you assert your boundaries and does his best to keep you safe. older brother who smiles strangely when you tell him you're actually interested in one of the boys. expresses confusion when you come to him, because of course you do, saying that messages keep disappearing from your phone, you keep having to re-add that one boy as a contact, sometimes you can't even talk on your computer, it's like something keeps getting in the way of the connection and you keep missing plans he wants to make. your brother tries and tries as you watch but for the first time, tells you there's nothing he can do, it's some obscure technical problem. and the boy gives up trying to make it work and you retreat to your brother in tears. he holds you like he always has and tells you it's okay, that boy saved you the trouble. no random boy from school is ever gonna love you like your brother does, anyway.
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Broken, dissociating, trembling, and dead eyed while they accept it will always be hotter to me than screaming and fighting. It activates my predator instinct and makes me want to sniff out anything that can still get a response or reaction just so I can kill that part of you too.
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i wanna write something snuff but my brain doesn't work rn
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being forced to watch gore , while being held down and forcibly jerked off. 👍
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Put me in a suitcase. I mean physically pick me up and shove me into something that barely fits. Snap my elbows the wrong way if they don’t fold, slam my knees into my chest until I can’t breathe right. I want my ribs crushed under the pressure of my own weight. I want my spine bent in a way it shouldn’t be, like a mistake in posture that turns into permanent damage. I want my shoulder blade to pop out of place just a little, just enough to know you forced it. Zip it up, slowly. Make sure the metal teeth catch on my skin somewhere, maybe near my neck and let it bleed. I promise I won’t scream. I want to stay quiet, I want to feel the heat of my own blood soaking into the lining while everything around me smells like old fabric and sweat and dust. Let me be forgotten in the corner of a room you barely enter. Leave me there for hours, for days, for long enough that the skin on my back sticks to the fabric. Long enough that my legs go completely numb and the tingling turns to nothing. Long enough that I lose track of time and start counting the zippers with my tongue. Simply, forget I’m there and let me rot quietly next to your dirty laundry and broken chargers.

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