🍏: like this, gege? did meimei do it right?
🍎: mhm, yes. just like that, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
or, baobei meimei finally learns the proper way to sit on high marshal ge’s lap.
#夏以昼#applehalo 🍎🪽
🍏🍎 irl porn, pseudo, guilty gege
Who else could teach you how to play with your pussy other than your gege? He’d taught you everything, after all. And you’d asked so sweetly. Sweet and shy and clearly afraid of his reaction.
He wouldn’t touch you. You’d be the one moving—using his cock like a toy while he guided you in that gentle patient voice reserved exclusively for you. He’d stay so, so still. It was okay that way.
He tells himself this on loop in his head as you part your legs and nudge your soft little cunt against his tip. He has to tell himself over and over because he knows it’s not normal. It’s not. It’s—”Wrong,” he breathes. “We shouldn’t—Gege shouldn’t be teaching you this, baby.”
“I didn’t like it alone,” you whine as you writhe on the sheets between him. “It hurt.”
He watches, transfixed, as the same girl he’d taught to ride a bike all those years ago grinds her slick pussy over him again and again, using his tip as he holds it still for her. He shouldn't be looking, he reminds himself uselessly. He shouldn't be looking down at the obscene sight of his throbbing cock resting against his little sister's bare pussy.
“I can help you with your toy,” he breathes, failing to look away. “We shouldn’t—we should use a toy instead.”
"Don't want it." You shake your head. “Gege’s warmer.”
You’d been saying that a lot recently: mumbling about his warmth whenever you hugged him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You were warm too. Especially here, in the place he shouldn’t be looking.
“I know. But this is bad, baby. It's not...” he trails off, too distracted. He should move, pull away. He could stop it now. He was older; he knew better. But you’re lifting your hips just enough to let his tip nestle at your hole, all snug and warm, and he doesn’t want to talk over the sick little wet noises turning his brain to mush as it practically kisses him—sweetly asking him inside.
“My toy wouldn’t go in.”
“Mm?” he hums, thoroughly distracted. “Were you ready? Were you nice and calm and relaxed?”
Your brows furrow. No.
He imagines you getting all squirmy and frustrated, naked and alone, wishing he was there to help you. How could he blame you for coming to him now? Hadn’t he always told you that you should come to him whenever you need help? You were being good. It was him that was bad. You were such a good girl for coming to him, he thinks, entirely lost to the long-repressed lust now scorching though his remaining sanity.
“You have to be nice and relaxed to take cock,” he offers gently as you continue writhing against him. “Gotta play with yourself and think of naughty things until you’re all drippy like this—until you feel all empty inside.” His tip slips down to nestle at your hole again and he sucks in a shaky breath—resisting nudging a little further in. Just the tip, a dark voice in his head supplies.
“Until I feel empty?”
“Yeah, pretty baby. You’ve gotta wait until you feel all empty, like you need filling up. Gotta wait till you really, really want it…” He inhales shakily. “Then my—” Another shaky breath. “Then gege’s naughty cock can sink inside. So gentle and nice. So you aren’t empty anymore.”
He should stop this, he should stop this, he should—
“Empty,” you whimper. And then he watches, jaw slack—a willing captive—as you roll your clenching little hole down over his leaking cock, welcoming him inside.
Things that don’t cause rape:
-Drinking
-Doing drugs
-Going to parties
-Consensual sex
Things that cause rape:
-Rapists
RAPISTS ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR OWN ACTIONS.