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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Masturbation, There's_some_baking, Rimming,
      First_Time, First_Kiss, Come_play?, Sibling_Incest, Age_Difference,
      definitely_going_to_hell, Porn_with_minimal_Plot, Smut, Underage_-
      Freeform, Maybe_even_the_devil_won't_want_me_after_this, sorry_-
      Freeform, Ran_away_with_the_tags_again, i'll_stop_now
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-28 Words: 3794
****** Pinky Promise ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     In the back of his mind, Harry knew it was wrong to seduce his 10
     year old brother, but the way Louis had begun to squirm under him as
     his mouth got closer and closer to his ‘private parts’, made it feel
     so right.
      
     Or
     Basically, Harry (16) fantasises about fucking his brother, Louis
     (10). And, one day, they do.
     (Translated here into Russian)
Notes
     I wrote this in two hours whilst hyped up on caffeine at 3:30 in the
     morning. HAHAHA!
See the end of the work for more notes
Harry’s fingers slid up the soft skin of Louis thighs. The boy stared up at him
with big blue eyes, whimpering under him as Harry’s thumb reached the elastic
of his small briefs. His little hands lay uselessly on his stomach, watching
carefully as Harry slowly lent down and place a warm kiss just above his knee,
his thumb slipping under the thin material of his underwear. Harry listened to
the sweet hitch of his little brother’s breath as he shifted his head further
down, placing a new open-mouthed kiss on the pale flesh of Louis’ thigh. In the
back of his mind, Harry knew it was wrong to seduce his 10 year old brother,
but the way Louis had begun to squirm under him as his mouth got closer and
closer to his ‘private parts’, made it feel so right.
Harry slid his large hands under Louis’ bum, pulling the elastic of his light
blue briefs over the swell of his cheeks, purposely breathing hotly over the
small boy’s clothed erection. Louis made a whining sound at the back of his
throat when he felt Harry’s burning mouth trail along the length of his penis,
the sound itself making Harry’s boxers tighten. Having decided he’d teased the
boy enough, Harry finally pulled his underwear over his legs, sitting back on
his haunches and watching at Louis’ bare legs fell to either side of Harry’s
knees, his small erection laying hard against his stomach. Harry had to hold
back a groan at the sight of his younger brother’s hard-on, dipping back down
and sucking the tip into his mouth.
Louis’ eyes widened almost comically, and Harry would have laughed if he hadn’t
been so turned on by the way the boy couldn’t help but thrust back into his
mouth. Harry swallowed down Louis’ cock, his nose coming in contact with the
hairless base of his shaft before sliding back up again. Louis’ back arched as
Harry mouth descended down, his little hand clawing at his brother’s hair,
searching for anything to hold onto. Without taking his mouth from Louis, Harry
hooked the little boy’s legs over his shoulders, one hand moving down to
massage at his testicles while his other hand moved up to his mouth. Harry
pushed two of his fingers past Louis’ lips, the younger boy biting down
slightly when his tip hit the back of Harry’s throat.
Once his fingers had a liberal amount of saliva, Harry pulled his hand from
Louis’ mouth and bought it back down to the boy’s bum, sliding his fingers
through the crevice in search of his puckered entrance. Louis’ pants began to
fill Harry’s ears as his index finger circled over his hole. Harry had to
concentrate on keeping his mouth moving as his gently dipped the tip of his
finger past the ring of muscles and into the velvety heat. He barely got down
to the first knuckle before Louis was coming suddenly in his mouth, eyes wide
and lips parted, fingernails scratching desperately at Harry’s scalp. Harry
swallowed it down greedily, savoring the salty taste on his tongue.
“Harry, wake up!” And, suddenly, it was gone. Harry’s eyes flew open, the
bright morning light of his room assaulting his vision and making him squint.
Louis stood at the door of his bedroom, still dressed in his pajamas and
holding a ceramic mug. Harry rubbed a hand over his face as Louis took an
attentive step inside the room; careful not to spill whatever it was in the
cup. It wasn’t the first time Harry had dreamt of Louis in a sexual way, and,
judging but the stiff tent in his boxers, he doubted it would be the last. But
it wasn’t like he was some weird pedophile who got off thinking about children;
the only kid Harry had ever thought of in any sort of sexual way was his
younger brother. And, he didn’t know if that made the situation better or
worse. With his hand still over his face, Harry couldn’t see, but could hear as
Louis placed the mug down on his bedside table and it was hardly a second later
before his small body was crashing on top of him.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Louis giggled, his small thighs resting on either
side of Harry’s douvet-covered hips, basically sitting on Harry’s raging hard
dick. Harry eyes widened in panic as Louis’ face scrunched up in confusion at
the feel of something hard under his bum. “What’s this?” He asked innocently,
wiggling his hips over Harry’s crotch. That was enough to make Harry come,
groaning deeply and gripping tightly to Louis’ thighs, rotating his hips up to
meet Louis’ one last time before he was spilling into his boxer shorts. “Oh!
I’m sorry, Harry! Did I hurt you?” Louis asked genuinely concerned that he’d
hurt his older brother.
“No, baby. I’m okay.” Harry replied a little breathlessly, releasing his tight
grip from Louis’ legs, afraid that he might leave bruises, and pulling Louis
down on top of him and into a cuddle. “Is Mum home?” He asked, distractedly
stroking Louis’ soft hair and enjoying the warm weight of his body on his
chest.
“No, she left for work already. Told me to bring you that,” He waved over at
the porcelain mug, “and that I had to wake you up so you would help me get
ready for school.” Harry pulled his arm over Louis’ head to see the time,
trying to ignore the uncomfortably sticky patch in his boxers. Harry sat up and
crossed his legs, Louis’ bum being cradled in his lap and his legs hooking
around Harry’s back, his head still pressed to his brother’s chest.
“Well, I think we should ditch school today.” Harry said as casually as one
would say that the sky is blue. He heard Louis gasp and a second later he was
pushing himself back from Harry,
“But, we’ll get in trouble!” Louis looked into Harry’s sleepy eyes with wide
blue ones of his own.
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Harry whispered back almost conspiringly. He
watched as Louis’ face twisted in concentration and suddenly his small hand
appeared in front of Harry’s face.
“Pinky promise?” All of his fingers were balled into a fist, except for his
little finger which he held up proudly. Harry could tell his little brother was
very serious and would probably get upset if Harry laughed at him so,
suppressing his smile, Harry hooked his finger around Louis’.
“Promise.”
Harry had managed to convince Louis to go and get changed out of his pajamas,
giving him enough time to make a quick dash to the bathroom. He stripped off
his soiled boxers and threw them into the laundry basket before jumping into
the warm shower. He pumped his already semi-hard dick to the image of Louis’
small hands wrapped around his erection and bright blue eyes shining with tears
as his dick hit the back of his throat. Harry came with a low grunt of Louis’
name. He really needed to get this under control.
When he was out of the shower and dressed in a plain black t-shirt and a pair
of old fraying jeans, Harry trotted down the stairs to see Louis sitting on the
couch eating a bowl of sugary cereal. He had to bite his lip and internally
scold himself for being mesmerized by some milk dribbled down his brother’s
chin. Shaking his head, Harry quickly walked past Louis, not without ruffling
his hair, and straight into the kitchen, flicking on the kettle and putting
away the box of cereal Louis left out.
“Hey, Lou.” The boy looked over the back of the couch to see Harry pulling a
bag of flour out of one of the top cupboards in the kitchen. “I was thinking of
doing some baking. Wanna help?” Louis was quickly on his feet. He dropped his
bowl in the sink before running over to Harry’s side.
Harry lifted his little brother up from under his arms and placed him on the
counter, hit small feet swaying back and forth.
“So, what are we making?” Louis asked craning his neck to see the ingredients
Harry was pulling out of numerous cupboards.
“Cupcakes?” Harry suggested, walking back over to Louis and placing everything
down on the bench. Louis nodded enthusiastically, “Do you want to measure out
the flour?” Louis nodded again and Harry handed him the bag of flour, he turned
to get a measuring cup when he felt something hit his back. Harry swiveled
around back in time to get a handful of flour in his face. Louis erupted in
giggles and Harry huffed, a small puff of powder falling from his lips.
Louis laughed harder, diving his hand into the bag and throwing another handful
at Harry’s shirt. Harry watched as his black shirt turned white, Louis almost
shaking with laughter. Keeping his face serious, Harry took two long strides
and he was suddenly in between Louis’ knees, staring down at his little brother
who trying to recapture his breath. Without Louis noticing, Harry reached for
one of the eggs that were sitting on the bench, watching with intense eyes and
Louis’ face was finally able to meet his. The younger boy opened his mouth to
say something, but before he could, Harry cracked the egg against the side of
his face. Yoke dripped down his cheek and onto his shoulder, Louis’ face still
painted with shock. He reacted quicker than Harry thought he would, crushing
his own egg against Harry’s chest while the older boy was still laughing. The
egg mixed with the flour, creating a sticky and heavy substance on his shirt.
“Ew!” Harry remarked, examining his shirt while Louis sat on the bench smiling
smugly. Harry pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it to the floor, not
missing the way Louis’ eyes traveled down his torso, making it suddenly hard to
breathe. “Right. So… um. Cupcakes.” Harry handed Louis a damp cloth the clean
off the egg with, and grabbed the mixing bowl, adding all the ingredients. He
gave the bowl to Louis along with a mixing spoon, watching fondly as Louis
stuck out his tongue in concentration, mixing with all his strength. The older
boy left Louis to turn on the oven, but when he retuned, his little brother
looked more that a little guilty.
“What did you do?” Harry asked knowingly, Louis eyes widening with surprise.
“Nothing!” He blushed. Harry frowned at him, then he saw it. A small drop of
yellow batter clinging to the side of Louis’ thin and perfect lips. Smirking,
Harry walked back over to his brother,
“Really? What’s this, then?” Harry stuck out his tongue and licked over the
small smudge of better, very aware that it was on Louis’ mouth. Louis giggled
and tried to push Harry away, his small hands feeling extra hot against Harry’s
naked chest. When his tongue didn’t immediately leave his face, Louis stuck his
fingers in the cake mix and wiped it over Harry’s face, getting mainly his left
cheek and most of his mouth. Harry had half-expected that reaction, but when he
didn’t expect was to feel Louis’ small tongue graze against the side of his
cheek as he lapped up the batter. Louis’ hands rested at the base of Harry’s
neck to hold him in place and Harry’s hands gripped tightly to his brother’s
knees, needing something to hold on to. When Louis tongue got to his lips,
Harry parted them slightly, the feel of his brother’s small tongue brush
against his teeth as he tried to capture every last drop of batter.
One hand left Louis’ knee as Harry dipped one of his fingers into the cake mix,
smearing it over the side of Louis’ neck a moment later, feeling the smaller
boy smile against his cheek before Harry lent down to lick up the mess he’d
made. Harry kissed over the stipe of yellow batter, sucking and licking at the
tender skin of Louis’ neck, the younger boy mewling sounds of approval. The
batter was gone much too quickly for Harry’s liking, pulling off his brother’s
neck and looking down at his little flushed face. Louis blinked up at him, eyes
wide and trusting. Harry was about to say something, but he could bring himself
to form the words as Louis reached back up and carefully cover Harry’s bottom
lip in batter. His hand that were still at Harry’s neck, pulled him down low
enough so that Louis could suck Harry’s lip into his mouth. Harry doubted Louis
knew that what he was doing could largely be counted as kissing, but Harry
couldn’t help himself as he kissed back, massaging Louis’ lips with his own.
His hands slid up Louis’ side, wanting more than anything to rip his shirt over
his head. Louis seemed to read his mind,
“It’s hot.” He mumbled against Harry’s mouth, his top lip still caught between
Harry’s teeth. Louis let go of his brother’s neck and instead reached for the
bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and separating their mouths.
Harry took the small moment as an opportunity to place a spoonful of the cup
cake mixture into his mouth. When Louis’ shirt was on the floor, he looked up
to see Harry watching him with his mouth open enough for Louis to see the
batter that covered his tongue in a thick layer. Louis smiled brightly before
leaning up to stick his tongue into Harry’s waiting mouth. Harry closed his
lips around Louis’ small tongue, swallowing the batter that was in his mouth
and gently running his tongue along his little brother’s. Louis’ mouth was
sloppy and inexperienced, but for some reason, that just made the whole
situation hotter. The fact the Harry was, probably, Louis’ first kiss, made
Harry's knees go weak. Louis’ legs cradled Harry’s hips as Harry licked further
into Louis’ mouth, changing the angle and holding at the base of his neck to
keep him from pulling back.
Harry only even thought about stopping when he felt wet hands slide down his
chest. He separated their mouths with a wet ‘pop’, and looked down to where
Louis had trailed batter over his torso, some even dripping onto his belt.
Harry looked up rather shocked to see Louis smiling wickedly at him. The little
boy slid off the counter, his head coming up to the start of Harry’s
breastbone, leaning up on his tippy-toes to lick at Harry’s collarbones, where
the mess began. Harry couldn’t help but whimper slightly as Louis’ tongue
trailed downwards over his nibble. He kissed over Harry’s belly button and
licked a sideward stripe along the line of his jeans, almost making Harry’s
knee’s buckle. There was no way Louis could be down there and not feel or see
Harry’s massive hard-on.
Without saying anything, Harry reached down and hooked his hands under each of
Louis' armpits, before pulling him upwards. The little boy’s feet wrapped
around Harry’s waist and his hands around his neck, their naked chests pressed
together. Slowly, Harry leaned in, he wanted this more than anything, but he
wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t what Louis wanted. Their lips slotted together like
before, this time with the lack of sticky batter, and worked against each
other. Louis began to wiggle in Harry’s hold, feeling the boy’s small erection
dig into his stomach, the thought alone pulling a moan from the back of his
throat. Continuing to kiss his little brother, Harry carried Louis towards the
stairs, their baking completely forgotten.
Louis started to be more courageous with his mouth, changing the angle so that
Harry would have to comply rather than the other way around, and pushing his
tongue further into his brother’s mouth. Harry reached his bedroom, after
tripping up more than a few stairs and almost walking them into a closed door.
He placed Louis down on the bed and crawled on top of him, kissing down his
neck. His lips continued to get lower, sucking over his small pink nipples,
small inaudible sounds escaping Louis’ mouth. Harry fiddled with the button on
Louis’ denim shorts, before sliding down the zipper. He pulled them carefully
from Louis’ legs, moaning loudly when he noticed he wasn’t wearing any
underwear, his small erection standing up against his belly. Dear god, Harry
hoped he wasn’t dreaming.
Louis hands quickly went down to cover his hard dick, a flush creeping up his
neck and covering his face,
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, running his fingers over the vast skin
of Louis’ thighs, watching as the boy shivered.
“It– It’s hard. Is there something wrong with me?” Louis face went from
embarrassed to panicked in less than a second, and Harry felt a small smile
grow on his face.
“Nothing’s wrong with you, baby.” Harry hovered over the boy and placed a soft
kiss to his lips, “Look, I’m hard too.” He took one of Louis’ hands from where
it guarded his erection and placed it on the defined bulge in his jeans, biting
back a moan as the small fingers stroked along his length. Louis still looked a
little apprehensive,
“Pinky promise?” He said so innocently, making Harry once again realize that
this was, indeed, his 10-year-old brother.
“Pinky promise.” With that, Harry placed another hot kiss to Louis’ mouth while
swatting away the little boy’s other hand, that wasn’t still laced with Harry’s
own little finger, from his erection. He shimmied back down Louis’ body, his
tongue flicking out to lick against his skin. With Louis hand still in his,
Harry kissed at the base of the small boy’s cock; the sweet sound of his breath
hitching filled his ears. His fingers wrapped around the shaft of his brother’s
hard cock, his palm almost engulfing the entire thing, as his lips continued to
travel downwards and take his hairless balls into his mouth. Louis moaned
deliciously above him and Harry began to move his hand up and down, his
skillful fingers plying with the tip of his erection before dragging back down
he shaft.
“Okay, baby, roll over and get on your knees.” Harry said gently, watching as
Louis followed his orders without hesitation, flipping onto his stomach and
pulling his knees up under his chest. Harry gave a moment to appreciate the
round swell of Louis’ bum, perfect and plump. Completely untouched. He
positioned himself behind his brother, his hands almost fully covering each of
his cheeks. He spread them apart carefully, watching almost dizzily as his
puckered hole fluttered against the cold air as Louis made a whining sound, the
feeling probably very unusual.
Leaning down, Harry let his tongue trace Louis’ entrance, the boy still
squirming beneath him. He circled his hole, carefully dipping his tongue in
then back out to suck of the side of the ring. It’s not long until Louis is
pushing his bum back into Harry’s face, his large hand reaching around once
again to take hold of Louis’ little erections, pumping him in time to the
thrust of his tongue. Harry can tell Louis’ is about to come, because his legs
shake and his hands make fist in the bed sheets and he’s moaning Harry’s name
so addictively. Louis come’s less than a minute later, spilling himself all
over the sheets and making a high whining sound.
Harry drags himself back up to sit against the headboard, pulling a panting
come-covered Louis into his lap. He kissed Louis’ forehead, his caramel strands
of hair matted to his skin, stroking his arms soothingly as he comes down from
his high. When Louis’ breathing finally goes back to normal he asks,
“What about you, Haz?” Harry looks down at him with his eyebrows raised.
“What about me?” He enquires.
“You said you were hard too. Do you want me to try and make yours go away, like
you did for me?” He asks innocently and it takes all of the self-control Harry
has left to not say yes right away,
“Do you want to? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want.” Louis looks back
up at him with bight blue eyes and a small smile, leaning up to connect their
lips. Louis climbs off Harry’s lap as Harry pulls off his pants and underwear
and throws them to the floor. Harry sits back in his previous position, Louis
eyes wider than he’s ever seen them,
“Yours is so much bigger than mine.” He says astonished, reaching out to touch
the almost angry looking head. Harry groaned at the contact, making Louis
instantly pull his hand away,
“Don’t worry. Yours will grow.” Harry promised, reaching for both of Louis
hands and placing them around his cock. He guided Louis’ hands up and down for
a few strokes before the little boy got the hang of it and began doing it
himself. Harry’s fingers thread themselves into Louis’, still slightly damp,
hair and rested his head against the headboard. “Hey, baby?” Harry’s voice is
slightly husky and it makes Louis’ head snap up from where we was concentrating
on stroking his shaft. “How about you lick it? Like you did will the cake
batter?”
Louis looks back down to Harry’s cock and bites his lip. Harry was about to
tell him not to worry, because having his little brother stoke him is more than
enough to get him off, but them Louis is leaning down and licking gingerly at
the tip, almost sending Harry over the edge right then. He continues to lick at
the head, Harry’s fingers holding tightly to his hair, lightly pushing him down
until the tip of his cock is enveloped in the warmth of Louis’ mouth. Groaning
loudly, Harry pulls Louis’ head up and pushes him back down, the head of his
cock hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. If Harry weren’t so
blissed out, he might have felt a little guilty for almost choking his baby
brother with his dick.
It only takes Louis to hum around his erection that has Harry quickly pulling
Louis off by his hair as he shoots white ribbons across his face, some catching
in his eyelashes and across his mouth. Still worn out from his orgasm, Harry
reached out and pulls Louis back onto his lap, the boy’s bum sitting directly
above his sensitive dick, and licks a stipe of come off his face. Louis giggles
and Harry smiles too, kissing the little boy deeply, making sure he can taste
Harry on his tongue.
“Can we do this again?” Louis asked once his face his clean.
“Pinky promise.” Harry smiles.
End Notes
     I think this is my 4th incest fic. Oops.
     If you want to read the others, they are Oh,_Brother., Unusual
     Reunion, and Brotherly_Love
     Stay perverted xx
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