Sister x sister dynamic except you just hold each other and cry uncontrollably
I go downstairs, knocking on my big sister’s door. She yells through, “Open!” so I step inside. I come in to a familiar sight, her leaning forward on her bed as she focuses on a game. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m lonely,” I squeak out. She just pats the bed next to her, so I sit down and lean on her shoulder.
A few seconds later I hear her whisper, “Fuck,” and she puts the controller down. She turns to me and wraps her arm around me, rubbing my shoulder. “What’s up, sis?” I just lean into her harder and curl into a ball. “Oh honey.. Comere,” she says as she scoops me into her lap.
“I’m sorry I always have to come to you. I know I’m probably annoying you.”
“No, no you aren’t. Not at all.” She holds me tight, leaning her head on me.
“Sis.. why didn’t they want me?” I ask, my voice breaking as I start to cry.
She just sighs. “Mom and Dad suck. They didn’t like it any better when I came out, but I was moving out, so it didn’t really matter. I’m really sorry they kicked you out.”
“No. Please don’t be sorry. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.” She sits back and pulls me up to look at her face.
“Hey, I am not stuck with you. You had friends to stay with, and I insisted you come here. I love you.” She brushes the hair out of my face, wiping some of my tears away.
“But.. you don’t love me the same.”
“I… I know. It’s just, you’re my little sister. It’s not supposed to be that way.” She can’t look me in the eyes.
“But.. if it was normal.. would you?”
She pulls her hands away from me. “I- I don’t know. Can we not talk about this please? I already feel weird enough about the things we’ve done before.”
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay, seriously. I get it. It’s not like I’ve never though about it, even before you admitted it to me. It’s just… we aren’t supposed to.”
I sit up, trying to read her face as much as I can. “…We aren’t supposed to be trans either. Not supposed to be gay. Doing what you’re supposed to is boring.”
She perks up a little, contemplating. “That’s… a fair point, but one that I’m not sober enough to think about.”
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I stick out my lip and give her puppy eyes.
She pretends to be annoyed with me. “Ugh, fine I guess,” she says as she cracks a smile. “Shirts stay on though!”
“But it gets hot under your thick blankets!!”
“Just… ughhh. You’re gonna get me in trouble, you know that?”
I smile at her and stick my tongue out playfully. “Yeahhh…” Then I take my shirt off and climb under her covers, noticing her eyes lingering on my chest longer than they’re ‘supposed to’ before I turn the light off. “Goodnight big sis!” I say as I feel her arms wrap around me. I’m safe.
@///@
Cravings (Part 1 of 3)
Trans little sis has been having these weird dreams that with her panties drenched and smelling funny. She hadn’t wet the bed in years… it must be something different. “Why is it so sticky?” It’s too embarrassing to tell mommy, so she runs up to her (cis) big sis
Big sis has been having some extreme cravings. She’s had almost no luck with any boys in her area, and she’s never been with a girl before… As she desperately scrolls Tumblr and touches herself, entranced in bliss, her little sister comes in without knocking.
Big sis quickly covers herself and turns her phone screen off “Oh my god your little freak what do you want? I’m busy.”
“I’m sorry big sis but… I’ve been feeling weird lately when I sleep…”
“What’s the problem? Are you having nightmares?”
“N-No… but some weird things happen in my dreams and I wake up with this wet spot. Look!” The troubled girl lifts up her nightshirt, revealing a hard imprint inside of her panties, and a notable wet spot on top of it.
In shock and arousal, big sis exclaims: “go close the door and come to bed. Let me get a closer look.”
Little sis does as she’s told; she quietly closes the door, and scurries into bed, slightly concerned. As big sis begins to sit up, little sis lifts up her night shirt again. “See? Look!”
Big sis thinks to herself: ‘Don’t do it. Don’t even think about it; she’s your little sister.’ Hesitantly and skeptically, big sis asks: “Are you sure you didn’t wet the bed again? You used to do that all the time you know.”
“Mhm! I’m sure! And I see you have a wet spot too!” Little sis touches the wet spot in her big sis’ pajama bottoms, forcing big sis to moan. Little sis gasps and puts her hands on her mouth. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!”
“Ch-chill out little sis. That actually made me feel really good.” Her perverted mind trails off for a brief moment, thinking about what she’s wanting… needing… craving,,, then she speaks “mom was supposed to teach you about this already, but I’ll do it. You’re… growing. That hard part in your panties is supposed to help you… satisfy yourself and someone else.”
Little sis asks innocently in confusion: “can you teach me how to satisfy you, big sis?”
Big sis turns a bright red. Her nervousness and flustered expression turn into a perverted smirk. “Of course sweetheart, let me show you.”
Yyyyyyeaahhhh this makes me weak in the knees and soft in the stomach
we need more trans little sis and cis big sis. really more dick-having-sub and pussy-having-top that doesn't involve the sub being penetrated by the top.
nobody appreciates the sub having their dick forced inside of the top.
loving mommy patting your head with her soft hand
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
Slice of Sirius 6: Slip
I'm sure he'll hear the end of it eventually
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Oh Freud would have a FEILD day with Vi
tfw ur gf looks uncannily like ur mother AND sister
u should cuddle ur older sister naked. u should hump her thigh and kiss her until she grabs ur legs and scissors u
This is how my big sis fiends over me >u<
all these posts about mean manipulative older siblings. what about older sibling who loves you more than they've ever loved anything. who wants you with a desperation bordering on insanity and would never, ever do anything to hurt you - even if sometimes their hands squeeze you a little too tight. they rough house a little too much and when you're pinned under them they look at you with their eyes dark like a new moon and you know it's because they love you but maybe you don't know quite how much