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Mother Used To Say
Part of my Feel That Fire series. Momma used to tell Addy not to speak with her mouth full but sometimes she forgets.
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Title: Mother Used To Say
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Momma used to say not to talk with her mouth full but Addy forgets sometimes.
Warning(s): Incest, transgender issues, oral sex between an adult and a minor.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Series: Feel That Fire
Word Count: ~900
Note(s):
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He is her brother
But if you really think about it – only she thinks a lot and her mind sort of works differently and maybe no one else will think of it that way – that isn’t exactly true. There are birth certificates to prove it. They say Kyle and Addison are brothers, not that Kyle and Addy are brother and sister. When she is Addy their relationship does not seem incestuous. It does not seem wrong to have her lips wrapped around her brother’s cock because when she is Addy he is her boyfriend, not her brother. Which is still illegal because he is eighteen and she will not be fourteen until next month.
She looks up at him with what he calls her puppy dog eyes and takes him deeper, loving the fullness of him in her mouth, against her tongue, almost gagging her. She is getting better at this and she is pretty sure Kyle thinks so too. He is sitting sideways on the seat, right leg stretched out across the black leather while his left foot rests on the floor. His pants are open to allow Addy access to what is inside but he is otherwise fully dressed and leaning back against the driver’s door of his truck, head thrown back against the window with his neck exposed. Addy wants to bite him there, to leave her mark on his skin the same way he marked her the last time they were parked out here behind the last mausoleum in the old Civil War cemetery. That can wait until later. Her hand curls around the base of his penis, fingernails barely grazing the skin because she knows, even though Kyle is not into any of that hardcore shit, he likes her teeth and fingernails on him if she goes about it gently. With her tongue she presses on that sensitive spot just below the head of his dick. It seems the advice columns she has read online are right about how good it feels because Kyle arches up off the seat and pushes himself into her mouth. His hands tighten on her red-brown hair.
“Addy!” Kyle’s voice comes out as a pleading half whimper, half moan and Addy feels a momentary surge of pride that she caused him to sound like that. She does not answer; Momma always tells Kyle and Addison not to speak with a full mouth and the rules that apply to Addison apply to Addy too even though Momma has no idea she exists.
Addy’s mouth is full, full of her brother’s…no, her boyfriend’s cock, her pink, shiny, covered in cherry flavored gloss lips stretched around his flesh like some sort of obscene lollipop. Her tongue works against that little ridge of flesh just below the head that is so sensitive. His fingers clench almost painfully in her hair and his hips jerk. One delicate long fingered hand digs bright red fingernails into Kyle’s flesh just above the fabric of his jeans hard enough to leave little purple half moons there and pushes him back down onto the seat.
Just thirteen years old – she will not be fourteen until late August just before she starts her freshman year of highschool – and physically not even a girl, Addy wonders what ‘real’ girl at any age can possibly claim to have had even a moment of the happiness she is experiencing now. Kyle makes her forget she is not a ‘real’ girl, that he is her brother, that in an hour or two she will have to put Addison’s clothes back on, wash off her makeup, and pretend they only went down to the seven eleven for Slurpees and snacks and once again were waylaid for four hours by some of Kyle’s friends they met there. For now all that matters is what she is doing to Kyle and the way he will feel inside her after he has had a few minutes to recover.
“Addy!” Kyle gasps. His breath hitches then comes out in little gasps that she knows from experience mean he is coming. She loves that she – barely more than a child and not even a ‘real’ girl – can make Kyle who is the very epitome of what a man should be – at least to Addy – and so in control of every single aspect of his life almost cry when he comes.
Her hand works faster and her mouth matches the pace. In a way she is happy it is almost over because as much as she loves doing this for Kyle he is not exactly small and her jaw was not made to stretch quite that far. Kyle moans and arches up. She takes him all the way down. He makes another of those noises that may or may not be her name as he comes. Addy swallows. When his hands loosen their grip on her hair she pulls back and licks her lips. She loves the taste of him, has since the first time he came in her hand and she licked it off without even thinking about it. Kyle flops back against the driver’s side door and Addy crawls up his body to lay her head on his chest over his heart.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Momma used to say not to talk with her mouth full but Addy forgets sometimes.
Warning(s): Incest, transgender issues, oral sex between an adult and a minor.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Series: Feel That Fire
Word Count: ~900
Note(s):
~*~
He is her brother
But if you really think about it – only she thinks a lot and her mind sort of works differently and maybe no one else will think of it that way – that isn’t exactly true. There are birth certificates to prove it. They say Kyle and Addison are brothers, not that Kyle and Addy are brother and sister. When she is Addy their relationship does not seem incestuous. It does not seem wrong to have her lips wrapped around her brother’s cock because when she is Addy he is her boyfriend, not her brother. Which is still illegal because he is eighteen and she will not be fourteen until next month.
She looks up at him with what he calls her puppy dog eyes and takes him deeper, loving the fullness of him in her mouth, against her tongue, almost gagging her. She is getting better at this and she is pretty sure Kyle thinks so too. He is sitting sideways on the seat, right leg stretched out across the black leather while his left foot rests on the floor. His pants are open to allow Addy access to what is inside but he is otherwise fully dressed and leaning back against the driver’s door of his truck, head thrown back against the window with his neck exposed. Addy wants to bite him there, to leave her mark on his skin the same way he marked her the last time they were parked out here behind the last mausoleum in the old Civil War cemetery. That can wait until later. Her hand curls around the base of his penis, fingernails barely grazing the skin because she knows, even though Kyle is not into any of that hardcore shit, he likes her teeth and fingernails on him if she goes about it gently. With her tongue she presses on that sensitive spot just below the head of his dick. It seems the advice columns she has read online are right about how good it feels because Kyle arches up off the seat and pushes himself into her mouth. His hands tighten on her red-brown hair.
“Addy!” Kyle’s voice comes out as a pleading half whimper, half moan and Addy feels a momentary surge of pride that she caused him to sound like that. She does not answer; Momma always tells Kyle and Addison not to speak with a full mouth and the rules that apply to Addison apply to Addy too even though Momma has no idea she exists.
Addy’s mouth is full, full of her brother’s…no, her boyfriend’s cock, her pink, shiny, covered in cherry flavored gloss lips stretched around his flesh like some sort of obscene lollipop. Her tongue works against that little ridge of flesh just below the head that is so sensitive. His fingers clench almost painfully in her hair and his hips jerk. One delicate long fingered hand digs bright red fingernails into Kyle’s flesh just above the fabric of his jeans hard enough to leave little purple half moons there and pushes him back down onto the seat.
Just thirteen years old – she will not be fourteen until late August just before she starts her freshman year of highschool – and physically not even a girl, Addy wonders what ‘real’ girl at any age can possibly claim to have had even a moment of the happiness she is experiencing now. Kyle makes her forget she is not a ‘real’ girl, that he is her brother, that in an hour or two she will have to put Addison’s clothes back on, wash off her makeup, and pretend they only went down to the seven eleven for Slurpees and snacks and once again were waylaid for four hours by some of Kyle’s friends they met there. For now all that matters is what she is doing to Kyle and the way he will feel inside her after he has had a few minutes to recover.
“Addy!” Kyle gasps. His breath hitches then comes out in little gasps that she knows from experience mean he is coming. She loves that she – barely more than a child and not even a ‘real’ girl – can make Kyle who is the very epitome of what a man should be – at least to Addy – and so in control of every single aspect of his life almost cry when he comes.
Her hand works faster and her mouth matches the pace. In a way she is happy it is almost over because as much as she loves doing this for Kyle he is not exactly small and her jaw was not made to stretch quite that far. Kyle moans and arches up. She takes him all the way down. He makes another of those noises that may or may not be her name as he comes. Addy swallows. When his hands loosen their grip on her hair she pulls back and licks her lips. She loves the taste of him, has since the first time he came in her hand and she licked it off without even thinking about it. Kyle flops back against the driver’s side door and Addy crawls up his body to lay her head on his chest over his heart.
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