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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Sis_Strider, (bro_but_this_is_genderswitched_ok), Bro_
      (Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Trans_Character, Genderfuck, Shower_Sex, Non-Graphic_Violence, Toys, well
      its_not_really_a_toy_but_its_used_like_one, Mildly_Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-27 Words: 3575
****** Royally Fucked Up ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     In which Sis Strider is angry and Dave Strider is a transguy.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
You, Dave Strider, know you have royally fucked up today when Sis comes raging
into the house, throwing down her drenched hat and stripping off her wet
transparent polo.
Well, Jenn had said it was a funny prank. But in the next moment, you have
learned that Jenn Egbert is to never be trusted again because Sis has you
pinned on the wall using one strong hand. She clenches your collar and you can
see her veins popping out of her forehead and upper muscular arm. Reflexively,
your hand goes for her hand that is holding you back. When she begins to slide
you up the wall, it starts to hurt. Her hand is roughly pressing against the
middle of your bound chest and fuck it hurts really badly.
Sis uses her free hand to rip off your glasses and she throws them angrily at
the floor, and you can hear them crack when they hit the ground. She gets
closer to your face and you avoid looking at her directly, oh god, look
anywhere but her face. You know her eyes have got to be dripping with anger and
well... dare looking at her in the eyes? Fuck that noise. She is only an inch
away when she opens her mouth finally.
"David Elizabeth fuckin' Strider," she hisses. Even angry, her voice is warm
honey to your ears but the use of your full name makes you look at her by
accident. She clenches her jaw. "What the everlovin' fuck were you even
thinkin' of when you planted that bucket of water on the top of the fuckin'
door?!" You swallow and to even swallow is painful for multiple reasons. You
open your mouth to reply but she pulls you off the wall slightly and slams you
back against it. "Shut up." You nod.
Her expression becomes unreadable for a long fucking moment while she stares
you in your face. You examine her features as she does so; she has beautiful
lashes behind her dark shades and wide orange irises that make you shiver. Her
eyeliner and mascara were slightly running but were smeared along her cheeks.
She didn't wear foundation as she already had perfect pale and flawless skin
plus a beauty mark by her nose. Her lips were pale but had been dampened by the
bucket of water making them pinker. She had a sharp jawbone and her cheekbones
were smooth. Sis had pierced her own body and face since she was about 20, and
then she became a tattoo artist, and she had various piercings that included
shark bites, a septum, a bridge, and double eyebrow piercings on her thin waxed
eyebrow. You know she has a tongue piercing as well and one on her clit hood as
well as nipple piercings. She also had a tattoo on her left shoulder of your
character from Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff from when you were younger and asked
her to do so, and finally a tattoo up her right leg of black birds and katanas.
She finally opened her mouth. That was a long fucking silence.
"Folla' me," she demanded and dropped you. Finally you breathed in, gasping for
oxygen and watching as she flash stepped to her room. You scamper up onto your
feet and follow but by the time you get to her doorframe, she is leaving her
room again, flash stepping the bathroom, and you follow her there. She sits on
the toilet lid with crossed legs and arms, biting on the inside of her lip,
waiting for you to catch up with her.
You wait for her to say something--anything.
"Strip," she says flatly. You pause. Strip? In this situation? She couldn't
possibly be thinking of fucking you as a punishment, could she? When you
hesitate, she looks up at you and that flash of anger from a second ago
returns. "I said, fuckin' strip, Dave!" She bares her teeth as she repeats
herself and her honey voice makes you jump. You begin to pull of your shirt
from the bottom first, and when that's thrown to the floor you work for the
button of your tight jeans. When you're only halfway through getting your black
old and raggedy jeans off, she murmurs "Leave on ya panties an' take off ya
binder," into the quiet restroom. Now those words were pure sweet honey to your
ears and they shocked throughout your body down to the tips of your toes. She
smiles when you reach around to your back to unclip your binder and when it
slides off, she stares at your B-cup breasts and it makes you blush and look
away from her. "Look at me." Fuck. You look back, and she's staring you in the
eye and you want to look away again but she keeps a cold glare at you yet she
smiles. She curls a finger at you and you can't help but to hesitate again and
when you do, she stops moving her finger and her eyebrows lift and her lips
tighten a little and she tilts her head slightly in that dumb parenting way.
Now you proceed towards her and--fuck she's reaching for you.
Sis reaches to pull you closer quicker, and when you stand right before you,
she leans forward and kisses your tummy. She kisses over your navel and gives
it a small lick which makes your abs tighten slightly. That makes her smile.
You open your mouth and when you do, she's quick to jump at you. "Shut up. No
talkin'." You close your mouth again. You don't know if you want to do this.
Not right now, at least, when she should be grounding you and sending you off
to your room. She sees your hesitation and stops. Sis turns to the shower and
turns on the water. The pressure is as high at it goes and the water is hot but
not hot enough to make it steam. From her sitting position, she moves her hands
to grasp your skinny waist and she kisses lower than your navel this time, and
you gasp a little. When she hears this, one of her hands is under you, between
your thighs, rubbing at your cunt and you groan a little. "Did I say you could
fuckin' make a noise?" She says, pulling her hand away. You shut up
immediately.
Sis stands and you take a step back, giving her room. She begins taking off her
own pants and then her bra, and then her boxer type underwear. She kicks her
clothes to the side and then reaches for you and tugs at the waistline of your
panties. "Take 'em off." And then she steps into the tub, under the water, and
lets it pour over her hair and down her chest and she stands with her legs
apart to let it fall between her thighs and down to her feet.
You watch her hot, warm, pale body under the pressure of the hot water and her
skin reddens at it's touch. You can't tell what is hotter, her pleasured face
or her wet body. Together, they were incredibly sexy.
She looks over at you and growls. "Take 'em off, I said." Then you realize
you've been staring at her and not stripping the final article of clothing and
when they drop to the floor, her expression softens a little and she nods. "Get
in."
You nod vigorously and step in behind Sis and she moves out of the way for you
to stand under the water now. When you do, she slides behind you and her hand
is between your ass cheeks in a flash. You gasp.
"S-Sis--"
"Shut up."
You nod.
"If ya speak again, I will severely fuckin' punish ya, hear me?"
You nod.
Then Sis is reaching around you and for a moment you think she's reaching for
your cunt but she reaches for the shampoo bottle instead. You hear the bottle
squirt the citrus smelling soap into her hand and she rubs it into her palms
for a moment before running her hands skillfully through your hair. She rubs it
in and leans your head forward in the way of the water again and rinses it out.
But Sis doesn't pull you back up, she keeps your head down and it is starting
to become difficult to breathe with that water in the way  of your nose so you
open your mouth to gasp in some air--which was a terrible decision because
water drips in the way of your lips and tickles the corners and you sputter for
a moment.
"S-Sis, I--"
"Dave, I warned you," then you feel something against your backside. It was
circular and hard and oh god she's rubbing it against your wet cunt. You can't
tell what the object is but it has a very dry surface which is probably going
to hurt like fuck if she tries to stick it in you unprepared. She keeps rubbing
at it, avoiding it interacting with your now swollen clit at all. Finally when
she is done with the rubbing, she suddenly sticks one of her finger into you
and you yelp when she does so. It's not that it hurt at all yet, but it did
surprise you. You hear her giggle and she moves her finger around and finally
you feel it and you muffle back a groan as she inserts a second one, shoving
them in and out, thrusting with them, poking at a spot that made you gasp each
time.
And oh god... when she inserts the third finger it really hurts. It wouldn't
have of hurt if the two of you had of had sex in the past couple days but her
work and your school but fuck it really made you groan. Your head is still
under the water being forced down by her hand tangled in your hair and when you
grit your teeth, water makes it into your mouth and you spit it out. Your hair
is short like a grown out pixie cut and it sticks to the sides of your face and
tickles at your cheeks and you try to wipe it away but when you move, she
tightens her grip and jerks your head down a little.
"No movin'," she hisses. You sigh in frustration and she takes out her fingers
to press on your back. The tips of her fingers are warm from being inside you
and you can pinpoint where her hand is on your back versus the dripping water.
She presses to make your back arch down and your back pop out a little more and
finally she takes her hand out of your hair and she moves them both to your
hips. You don't dare move from your position because you feel her breath on
your lips and that's the point where she ultimately turns you on. Her tongue
slides out of her mouth and its flat when it slides over your entire cunt and
that makes you shiver and almost groan, but you know you aren't allowed to so
you let out your breath instead.
She giggles against your skin and sticks her tongue town to your clit which you
know she has been saving just for her tongue piercing to play with. When she
does begins to play with it, she licks over the right area to make you move
your hips backwards and shove into her face and she pulls away then.
Oh god you want to open your mouth and tell her to continue but you can't and
that makes tears form at your eyes. She giggles yet again, and gives small
strokes to your clit and presses her thumb into you and wiggles it around. It's
thicker than her other fingers but its shorter. What a fucking tease. Her face
drips with lust and it makes you blush. Your ears, face, chest, every part of
you blushes and she smiles, leaning back, pulling you with her.
And finally your face is out of the water but then she has you pinned against
the tiled wall, her body holding you against it to the point where you can't
move at all. She snickers when you look back up at her. Fucking... she knows
what you're thinking. Without your shades you are a hundred percent vulnerable
to her and she fucking knows it. She stares down at your lips and you know
she's thinking of kissing you but she doesn't. Sis never does. Instead, her
hand slips down to between your legs and she gives one rub which causes an
eruption from your throat. She then laughs at you, making you blush, and fuck
her, she's laughing and breathing on your throat and you stick your throat out
by accident, which she licks and kisses, sucking slightly a few times and
leaving marks.
Her voice is playful now and she speaks against your jaw. "Dave?" She asks.
"Y-yeah?"
"Yes..."
"Yes ma'am?" You tilt your head to the side for her kisses.
She has that object again, she's pressing it against your cunt and you drop
your head to see what it is but she tugs your head back up to look her in the
eyes. Somehow she gets one leg over the crook of her arm, and keeps you back
with her chest as she begins to press the object into your hole. You hiss at
the stinging pain at first but then it goes away a moment later. She keeps
pressing in and in until you feel her leave the whole thing inside you and she
pulls her hands away and drops your leg. You immediately feel it in you, hard
and thick and long. What the fuck even was it?
"Wh--"
"No talking without my permission, Dave. You didn't even let me finish saying
what I was a second ago."
You blush, rolling your head back at the frustration and the wonderful pain in
you. The good thing about being a girl was the clit. It was fun and felt great
to play with all the time, and of course Sis knew that, which is why she
wouldn't give your clit any attention. She kept any and all contact with it to
a minimum and teased you about it.
Her lips kissed along your collar bone and down your chest, finally down to
your right nipple first and she licked and kissed it. You let a high pitched
squeak out and then her hands are at your ass, squeezing and groping and she
makes your back arch and when it does, your hips shift and the object in you
does as well and without realizing it, your hands are around Sis's neck and
you're holding on for almost dear life. You're almost as tall as she is, maybe
three inches shorter even at your age of 15, which makes it really easy for her
to do anything to you without having to bend her back all that much. You stand
on the tips of your toes as one of her hands stays cupping the crack of your
ass and the other leaves to pinch and twist and pull at your other neglected
nipple. It's hard to try and get her attention, being as you cannot speak in
the first place, so you have to get her attention in a different way. The ways
you possibly could raced through your mind and you settle for grabbing her
hair, which probably wasn't the best choice, but fuck if you could help
yourself.
When your hand goes for her hair, she knows you're trying to get her attention,
but you know that she isn't going to give you permission to.
She opens her mouth again. "Let's get out."
You stand with a questioning look on your face but she doesn't look at it as
she turns off the pressure and steps out, offering you her hand. When you
hesitate, she shrugs and flash-steps to her room. You stand cold.
Walking is ridiculously fucking difficult with whatever it is in you. Sis was
pretty twisted when it came to this sort of thing. She would make you squirm
and feel great but then she would deprive you of the feeling a moment later.
When you finally make it to her doorframe, she’s sitting on her bed, waiting
for you, looking right at you.
You blush and try to scoot out of the way of her view by sliding behind the
wall but she stops you by waving her hand to come to her. And you obey her.
She pulls you over her when you get to the bedside, your legs open, one leg on
each side of her thighs. She examines you and you try to look away.
"Look at me." Of fucking course she would make you do that.
You look at her, completely sheepishly and unsure, and you see her looking all
over your exposed body.
"Davey," she begins. You look to her eyes. "You're so beautiful when you're
like this." She is just fucking full of herself isn't she? Calling you
beautiful in this situation. This is supposed to be punishment! Jesus christ--
Shit.
She has her hand in your hair again and she's tugging you towards her face. She
jerks your head around and brings her face right to hers.
"Dave you're gonna do exactly what I tell you," she hissed, hovering right over
your lips. You squint, wincing at the pain a little.
Sis's free hand hooks under your leg, letting go of your hair now, pulling you
towards her with both her arms under your legs. She causes you to fall
backwards, head landing by her feet but she pulls you upwards to where your
pussy is right by her face.
"Waist down is mine. You can’t touch anything tha’s mine, but have a fuckin’
field day with the rest," she says. Her breath is hot against your soft pink
skin and you nod, knowing that if you were to object, she would get her way
anyways. "Good girl."
Then her tongue is sliding over you again. She, again, avoids your clit, but
her tongue gives attention to your hole, licking in and out. You guess whatever
object was in you was already too deep to be seen or touched shallowly. But
when she licks around the hood of your clit--avoiding any contact of course--
you cringe and your muscles throughout your whole body clench and that makes
the object in you move and your hips jerk a little. But Sis shoves the object
deeper in you again with her finger this time. You moan.
She keeps licking and licking and her breath just makes you squirm and flex
more, and the object comes back to the edge of your hole, making Sis push it in
again. You have to hold your mouth to keep you from making words as she does
this again and again, shoving it in and again and fuck oh fuck you can't handle
this anymore.
She chuckles, knowing she's being too much. You're too easy to set off, and she
loves that. Finally, she gives your swollen clit the long needed attention by
rubbing it with her tongue. You gasp under your hands and you buck upwards; she
keeps giving pressure and more pressure, sucking your clit and sucking and
sucking oh fuck fuck fuck.
The moment she pulls back to say something, you groan. "You can speak now."
You don't even think twice. "Fuck fuck fuck Sis-- oh god fuck. More
more, please," you say under your hands. She kisses at your thigh and quickly
returns to licking and sucking.
"F...fuck Sis." She moves her tongue to circle around the hood and then one of
her hands hugs around your tiny waist. She pushes the object in one more time
and that was it; that was fucking it.
You let a load moan escape your throat and the object finally comes all the way
out, followed by trickling juices, which she laps up. You grind into her face
and she gladly licks a final couple of times.
As your final couple of bodily twitches pass, she drops your hips. Sis lets you
settle down before she shoves you off her.
"Now get out. Ya grounded, ya lil’ shit," she flips her wet hair and picks it
off her skin to tie back into a rubber band before reaching over to get a
magazine at the foot of the bed.
"Yes, ma'am," you get up and turn to leave, but then you remember and turn
again to face her. "Sis?"
"What?" She doesn't look up from the article she's suddenly engaged in.
"What did you shove into my fucking pussy?"
She reaches into her lap and holds up a perfume bottle that was at least six
inches long and two and a half inches thick. You stare at the thing before she
tosses it to the edge of her bed. You stare at it.
Finally she looks up at you. "What a’ ya still doin here?"
You look up to her, not losing your expression. "Uh."
"Get the hell out. No PS3 for two weeks. If you dare fuckin’ pull a prank like
that again I'm cuttin’ off the internet for two months.”
You nod, and ask no questions. You just leave.
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