#sister fantasy

[ashleybelmont]

It is Christmas day in Toronto. The Graham residence is primarily peaceful except for a few bustling bodies making preparations for tonight’s merrymaking — a specially curated dinner for friends and family. Halls are fully decked, flooded by the sweet, piney scent of a Douglas Fir standing tall and garnished on the main floor.

The certified bachelor is re-charged by the present state of calm afforded him. Not to be disturbed behind bedroom doors he takes a restful gaze toward high ceilings. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself as thoughts soon drift to very particular members of the guest list. Nonetheless, a certain confidence in his servitors allays any threat of stress for what promises to be an enjoyable evening for all.

Indeed, the night progresses with great care, attention and effort to the ease of the gentleman appearing of robust mind and spirit. Glasses are kept filled, a warm and lively chatter swells the air. 

Later, he is summoned by the faint chime of the doors bell, of which, he answers himself.

“Are you going to invite me in, stupid?”

Aubrey, completely unsuspecting of the visitor, excitably pulls his estranged step-sister inside with a grizzly bear of a welcome.

“Sis? Is that you?” He jokes. 

Her pageant queen appeal under a blue New York baseball cap with minimal make-up. Smooth, chestnut skin and the most striking eyebrows. Her dark hair is cut short into a bob pushed behind pixie-like ears to frame a square jawline. A thin, pouty mouth with only a smattering of clear gloss. Pretty brown eyes reflect hazel under the glittering light of the foyer. 

“I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Are you surprised?”

A mercurial type of woman. Intensely alive as if her life depended on it. From the moment he laid eyes on her that day at the wedding, Aubrey regarded qualities in her he’d only hope to one day find in a marriageable mate. A fact he’d never allow himself to share out loud. Least of all to her. She’d laugh, amused. Voted most likely to tease him into hardness. 

“I missed you, brother.” Her words emphasized like honey. 

“You look good,” she follows up, removing her coat and draping it across her petite arm. 

The girl wore all black. No stranger to tantalizing fashion moments. A full body, form fitting catsuit that hugged her slender curves.  

“Can I get that for you?” The man of the house asks politely.

Reluctant, “Thats ok — I’ll hold onto it. You know how I get cold.”

The two exchange a set of barely legal glances as she steps out in front of him. A soft perfume trails behind to affect the playboy suppressing a growing tightness in the cashmere of his pants. He uses the opportunity to separate from the intoxicating beauty that is his older step-sister now making her way across the room to Aubrey's mother. The guests now spread intimately throughout the homey manor. A satisfying blend of spices, florals, tobacco and booze wrapped around them. 

When he is ready to brave her again he finds her alone on the balcony of his library. Her long, wool coat once again blanketing her body against the wintry temperatures. First, observing her from afar, his hands cozy in the pockets of his slacks before making himself known.

“Aye — It’s bloody cold out there.”

She is startled a little by the intrusion (as were his intentions) though attempts to mask it.

“Aye.” She calls back, rolling her eyes hard. 

“What are you doing out there?” He pokes.

“I’m chillin’.”

“Girl—” As if to reiterate the chilled weather.

“Guy.” She smirks, looking over her shoulder at him before averting her focus.

A Carby Musk approaches slow on her neck prompting the preoccupied seductress into new awareness.

He stands not too far behind. A heavy silence meets a starry night sky.

“It’s good to see you.” His voice husky in tone. 

“You too.” Whipping her body around to face him.

“I really like what you did to the place, Santa.” 

“Oh — This?” He is trained in modesty.

“I just — you know…” He hesitates to describe the true sense of joy he feels around this time of year.

“They really seem to get along, don’t they?” She continues.

“Yeah. I’m happy they found each other.” 

“Me too.”

“Listen…” He starts.

The two appear raw in front of the other anticipating what isn’t being said, but, may just be about to. 

“Keep me warm,” she says, drawing an inch closer to his warm body. In the same motion flicking her cap and disrobing the protective covering to fall elegantly at her feet. 

“I wondered when I would see this outfit again.” His face beams with that wide, toothy smile.

“Why? So you can ask me where I got it and gift it to one of your little girlfriends?”

This time he doesn’t hesitate to grab her firmly by the throat with a thick, kind hand.

“Don’t be such a bitch.”

The sudden gesture forces her to brace herself.

"I'll be yours," she whispers, smokily.

His eye contact unflinching, intensifying the squeeze of his grip on every side of that pretty little neck.

“Show me,” he challenges. In the heat of the moment, lips meet in a kiss of wet, hungry passion. 

“Make love to me,” she cries into the deep of his mouth now gentle and sweet. A sudden tear drops from her winged eye, wetting a flushed cheek. He pauses briefly to study the magnitude of her needs. 

“You missed me?” 

Butterflies begin to fill her stomach explosively.

“I want to feel you inside me—” is the gracious response of his receptive step-sibling, unzips the front of her attire past a pierced belly button. 

The refined man watches the woman undress as she puts herself on display for his eyes only. 

“I need to be punished.” She says. "Badly."

Her words make him want to own her. 

Mindful of the bitterly cold, Aubrey, lifts her from her thighs up to his waist, legs wrap around and she is carried inside with him kicking velvet loafers off one by one. With prioritizing strength guides them both near the back of the room. Her nude body placed deliberate and safe atop the furniture, legs guided further apart with a nudge of his own body.

Together, they work to undo his trousers. She assists in raising his shirt over his head. A violent steam emitting from their bodies. For the first time, nothing held back.

He pushes into her hot and heavy, sliding snug into her wetness. His beard prickly on her face while she breathes in a soft rhythm to deep, filling strokes. A low, throaty moan escapes her quivering lips, swollen with desire. He is the lover she imagined he would be — attentive and effective, rough and tender.

***This is a work of fiction. Events are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental or an exaggeration of public knowledge***

[bowenoke]

I bet they used to sing along to worship songs in the back of the car on the way to church

[romaencepardner]

Saint Applebees, champion of Cassandra, and Sir Applebees, Knight of Cassandra.

(please pick this future Bucky, it's the one with better friends and a sick mullet)

[monstermonger]

Quiet corners 🐈‍⬛

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

I don't know how to explain how much these two mean to me. They are the non-biological-not-raised-together siblings of all time. They are so ride or die. One time a man threatened Riz and Fig got that guy to jump out a window. One time Fig pretended to be a doctor and Riz helped her successfully do magic surgery without ever coming out of hiding. They both decided together to never ever tell Gorgug that Fig did the sealing spell without ever saying a word to each other about it. Fig joins Riz and Sklonda on their murder investigation road trip. Riz ate dinner all the time with Fig and her elf dad. They comfortably hang out in hell with a sentient blood blob and a motorcycle that's secretly a dog. He's her legal counsel. She encourages him to hiss at people more. They trust each other with their lives. They are celestial and infernal, connected to the outer planes by their relationships to their fathers and then making that connection their own. Their parents are dating but honestly that's the least relevant detail in all of this. Do you see the vision

[xiewho]

complaining about high elves and sharing inside job gossip. the sisters ever actually

[ghostlyeris]

what are eldest siblings for if not telling you i stood up to our parents to live a happier life and so can you

[jq37]

In episode one of Fantasy High, Adaine casts Tasha's Hideous Laughter on Aelwyn and Aelwyn not only makes her save but reverses it onto Adaine. Eleven episodes later, Adaine casts Tasha's on Aelwyn as the final blow to defeat her in an all out battle and thoroughly embarrass her in front of all of her peers.

Now, Adaine casts the same spell on Aelwyn as a bit of good natured teasing and Aelwyn elects to fail the save.

Aelwyn might not want to heal as fast as Jawbone wants but she IS healing. They both are!

[bog-owl-riel]

i seriously cannot get over the abernant sisters being THE sisters ever… from “…and though you have not earned it, i do love you.” to “PLEASE come to my apartment with 10 cats, i miss you” and awful insults and curses to playful banter between sisters. from “you’re the absolute worst” to “we should do magic and eat ice cream forever!”

they’re both still figuring out how to be sisters after years of being pitted against each other…but even after everything they went through, they still met each other on the other side of it and they love each other.

they LOVE each other.

sure it’s hard to say and sometimes it’s awkward because of how they grew up. they joke about it and poke fun at how aelwyn in particular has gone through so much in the past year alone.

but god, do they love each other.

“will you be my big sister?” will always stick with me. the innocence of wanting to believe in the only other person that understands everything you’ve gone through. of wanting to give aelwyn a second chance, not because she earned it, but because of the simple fact that aelwyn is her sister.

i love the abernant sisters so much and i miss them already 😭

[unlikablefemaleprotagonist]

in hindsight, s1 shellford listing the teachers who watch the crystal footage ("porter looks at it, jace looks at it, coach daybreak looks at it, vice principal goldenhoard looks at it") is absolutely hilarious.

4/4 bbegs. do none of the GOOD teachers want to take a gander at the crucial security footage while teenage girls are going missing en masse??

[one-1-eye]

i hope siobhan thompson knows that “i don’t love our parents, but despite the fact that you have not earned it, I do love you” is carved onto the surface of my brain and I think about it constantly

[yingxtkm]

Anyone ask for aeriseph sibling nonsense? No? Well too bad they live in my head rent free.

[petitepixiegirl]

I love sitting under big brothers desk while he plays games! I love nuzzling my face against him n being his cute little sister, but sometimes he gets mad at his game and is really mean to me >_< He pushes my face into his shorts and tells me good little sisters help relieve their older brothers frustrations, rubbing his big cock all over my face and squeezing my jaw until I open my mouth and forcing the entire thing in. He doesn't even care if I gag or cry, he just keeps on fucking my face until I'm a drooling mess n eventually I feel his dick twitch and something warm n sticky is pumped down my throat, telling me that's what happens when big brothers really love their little sisters, but it has to be our secret or he won't let me watch him play anymore :{

[weavile]

quick warm-ups from last wk's ep? as i prepare for this wk's ep?

[rabdoidal]

based on this post - who else, if not her? who else do i love like my sister? who else holds my shoulder? who else?

💫 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 💫

[dahyzeddolly]

breeding except I'm the one doing it cuz I'm forcing him to cum into me as I refuse to let him pull out <3