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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Shame_(2011)
  Relationship:
      Brandon_Sullivan/Sissy_Sullivan
  Character:
      Brandon_Sullivan, Sissy_Sullivan
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Mental_Abuse, Physical
      Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual_Abuse, Childhood_Sexual_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-11 Words: 463
****** A Simple Routine ******
by deliriumtantrums
Summary
     Brandon’s life has been built upon routine. But there are some he’d
     rather forget about.
Notes
     Just a short one-shot to shed light on the sibling's darker past and
     how that contributed to their future.
Brandon was on his belly, grinding his hips into the sheets while his father
fucked Sissy in the next room. His head was bent underneath a pillow, held
tight over his head so he was practically suffocating with each gasp. Whether
the action was out of some sort of masochistic tendency or just a mechanism to
mask his whimpers, it wasn’t a thought he cared to entertain.
It’d been his turn with Da this morning.
That was the routine.
He tried earnestly to force it from his mind while his hips thrust into the
already damp section of the mattress. With a set jaw, Brandon did his best to
block out the gentle squeak from the room over and focus instead on what that
girl in his economics class would look like sucking his cock.
The gruff moans of his father sounded out even to Brandon’s room and he could
hear Sissy’s headboard not long after.
Christ.
He scrambled off the bed, mopping up the mess with a shirt he’d plucked out of
his hamper. He threw a sheet over it, climbed back in and settled himself under
the comforter.
The din coming from the other room had fallen silent.
He counted out the seconds in his head.
Three, two, ..one..
The door to his room creaked open and Sissy was standing there. At least she’d
made the move to put her underwear back on. He didn’t make the move to pretend
like he’d been sleeping. They both knew the routine all to well to try and
ignore it.
His body went rigid as she slid under the covers next to him, but he didn’t
make a move to deter her as her arms slid around his waist. His teeth clenched,
he wet his lips. One arm tentatively wrapped itself around her shoulders. He’d
be a soulless bastard if he turned her away. He told himself that every other
night. Maybe he didn’t need to come crawling into her arms after it was through
but Christ, she was so young.
That thought didn’t stop him from growing half hard when her breath steadied on
his chest, though.
It didn’t stop her form noticing, either, her hand traveling under the sheets
and into the dark tent his cock was erecting with the fabric.
“Sissy-,” Brandon’s eyes squeezed shut, trying in earnest to will any sort of
arousal away, even though he knew it was a wasted fucking effort, with her hand
wrapped around him already.
Her voice came out breathless, needy, “Please, just, Brandon - I just want to
feel,” she cut off her words with ‘good’. Or maybe he cut them off with a gasp
he wasn’t aware he’d made.
They both knew this routine. Far too well to bother trying to curb it.
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