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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Rose_Lalonde, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Vomiting, Incest, Idealized_first_time_sex, Multiple_Orgasms, The
      vomiting_happens_after_the_sex_btw, And_it_isn't_sexualized_or_anything,
      In_case_that_wasn't_clear.
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-15 Words: 4574
****** Taboo Charming Brother ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Bro, Dave’s biological father, got thrown in jail for x amount of
     years. After a bunch of court battles and whatnot Mom Lalonde gets
     custody. Dave hasn’t seen or talked to the Lalondes since he was 5.
     One night Rose Lalonde invites herself into his bed claiming she had
     a bad dream.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The entire house was silent and everyone was asleep, except for Dave who lay
wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The buds in his ears blasted music,
preventing the deafening silence from touching him.
Nights were never good for Dave after the move. Sleeping was difficult in his
too large, unfamiliar room, which was empty aside from his bed, a desk, and
stacked up boxes. In protest of being stolen from Bro, his father, he refused
to settle in. The emptiness made everything echo since there was nothing to
suck up the sound, so he let the music destroy his eardrums.
Because of this, he didn’t notice the footsteps outside his room. And he didn’t
hear the soft, almost tentative, knock on his door. And he didn’t notice as it
creaked opened, or as it was shut closed. But he did notice the extra pressure
on his bed, causing it to sag.
He jolted, sat up, and ripped his headphones out of his ears. His heart skipped
a beat when he saw the pale figure sitting on the edge of his bed. Then his
mind registered the orchid eyes and blond hair, which was only slightly longer
than his own. Cursing, he scrambled to grab his shades from his bedside, out of
habit rather than necessity. Once they were safely on his face the only noise
in the room was the music still blasting from his ear buds. Vulgar words over
top a heavy beat.
As always, Dave was the first to break the silence. “What the fuck are you
doing here, Rose?” he asked, trying not to stare at her chest which was barely
covered by her flimsy nightgown. Even though they were twins, they spent most
of their lives half a country away so Dave couldn’t help it. She wasn’t really
his sister... Right?
“I had a bad dream.” She told him. Her gaze was steady. Her fingers calm. Her
whole aura reeked of self confidence and competence. There wasn’t a trace of
fear in her eyes.
“Bullshit.” Dave hissed through his teeth, his nose crinkling in irritation.
“Your words wound me, brother.” Dave saw the corner of her lips quirk up. It
was a small movement that made his own lips turn down. He hated it when she
called him that. Brother.
“Glad to know, sis. Now go back to your own room.” he barked before lying back
down and turning away from her. “I don’t have time to deal with your mind
games.” He put his ear buds back in and hoped Rose would take the hint and
leave. Unfortunately, she didn’t. Instead of leaving she leaned in close,
pressing her small chest against his back. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Dave hated
himself for noticing.
Her lips were a mere centimeter away from his ear. Her hot breath against his
skin tickled him.
“But Dave, I’m unbelievably frightened.” She said in a voice that was far
sultrier than it had any right to be. Again, Dave sat up and glared at her,
whipping off his shades.
He pointed them at her and said, “Stop that. It’s fuckin’ weird.” She giggled
innocently and scooted away, towards the end of his bed.
“But in all honesty, the nightmare has shaken me. I don’t feel…safe. I feel
unsettled. Alone.” She crossed an arm over her chest and hugged herself. Dave
could see that her mask was cracking and felt a pang of sympathy.
“Alright, I’ll bite. What’d you dream about?” He asked. Suddenly changing the
mood, Rose tutted him.
“That’s no way to comfort someone as delicate as myself." She spoke with her
hands, as if she were an actor in a play, delivering her lines with perfect
precision. "First you must offer your warm embrace to the lady who has so
graciously chosen you as her savior. Next you whisper sweet nothings into her
ear so she will open up.”
Playing along, Dave did as she said and grabbed her gently by the shoulders. He
turned her so she lay in his arms. For a split second surprise showed on her
face, but it was quickly replaced with a dramatic look of anguish. “What’s
wrong, baby?” Dave asked in a gruff voice.
In a squeaky voice, Rose responded, “Tentacles! Tentacles everywhere!” She
slapped the back of her hand against her forehead. “I ran and I ran as fast as
I could, but I couldn’t get away! And they attacked me! The things they said…!
They told me..! The told me..!!!” she started to sob loudly, but quiet enough
she wouldn’t wake their mother, into her hands.
“What is it? What did they say ta ya?” he asked, holding her closer.
“They told me black lipstick was sooo last season!” she cried dramatically
before ‘fainting’. Then she pulled away from Dave and sat up straight. “That
last part was a joke of course.” She said in her normal, placate voice. “The
things they actually said I’d…rather not repeat. I hope you understand.” She
winked. Dave rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. I guess you can sleep here then. Did you bring a sleeping bag or
something?” Dave asked, trying to look displeased with the situation, but he
always enjoyed Rose’s company and it was hard to resist smiling.
“Of course not. Why would I? Your bed is big enough for two.” Dave choked on
his own spit and spent half a minute coughing.
“What? No way. We’re not sleeping in the same bed. That’s too weird.” He said,
in between coughs.
“What’s so weird about it?” she asked cocking her head and looking up at him
with wide, dewy eyes. Dave grinded his teeth together.
“Well, one, you’re a chick. Two, I bet you’d like, cuddle against me in your
sleep or something.”
“What’s so bad about cuddling? We used to share a bed when we were children, if
I remember correctly, which I indubitably do. There’s nothing strange about
siblings sharing a bed.” The siblings was dotted with an air of sarcasm and a
debatably flirtatious smile. “Why are you making such a fuss?”
“Because!” Unfortunately, Dave Strider had no arguments to offer which wouldn’t
make him sound like a huge pervert. There was little chance Rose would back
down so it was better to just go along with whatever she wanted and hope he
could retain at least some of his pride. “Fine.” He grumbled, trying to hide
his blush even though she couldn’t see it in the dark.
Rose smiled sweetly at him and pecked him on the cheek. “Thank you for seeing
it my way.”
“Can I at least put on a t-shirt or something first?” he asked, hoping in vain
that it would make things slightly less awkward.
“I don’t see why not.”
Dave grumbled out a ‘thanks’ before scrambling to find his shades so he could
put them back on the table next to his bed. He stood up and stumbled over to
his closet. After a minute of struggling with the handle, Dave opened the door
then squinted, searching for something to wear. “Do you want me to turn the
light on?” Rose asked. Dave looked back at her curvy form, clad in only a
small, silk night gown.
“No. I’m fine.” He answered, forcing himself to look away. But after another
minute of struggling because he couldn’t find a t-shirt, Rose stood up and
walked over to the light switch. When it flickered on, Dave made sure to stare
only at the clothes in front of him. He could hear her footsteps as she walked
behind him. They treaded across the carpet floor without making a sound. Only
the faintest of groans sounded when she sat down on the bed. His bed, Dave
realized.
She was sitting where he had masturbated countless times in the five months
they’d live together.
And she had no bra on.
Was she wearing panties? Were they lacy and pink? Or maybe lavender? If he
looked over at her, would he be able to see her nipples poke through the fabric
of her night gown?
When he realized where his train of thought was taking him he physically shook
his head, as if the action would get rid of the dirty thoughts he had about his
very own sister. His flesh and blood. Sure she joked around with him and it
might have seemed a little flirting but she was his sister for God’s sake.
That doesn’t mean you can’t fuck her, said the voice in his head that
definitely wasn’t his own.
He should have thrown her out of his room, but if he did she would know
something was wrong. She could read him like a book and what would she think of
him if she knew he was a sick fuck that wanted to bone his twin.
“Dave? Is something wrong?” she asked, sounding honestly innocent. Her voice
made his heart lurched.
“Nah. I’m fine.” Thankfully, his voice stayed steady.
“You’ve been standing there for two minutes now.” A steady voice meant nothing
if your actions couldn’t reflect it. “Surely it can’t be this difficult to
locate a t-shirt amidst the ten pairs of shirts you have actually hung up.
Maybe in the dark, but I can spot two from here.” Her words went in one ear and
out the other. The only thing he could focus on was how beautiful she sounded.
Everything about her voice was gorgeous. The syllables she pronounced were
clear, crisp, and steady. She never stumbled or stuttered. To Dave, it was
music. An orchestra. A thousand violins playing staccato with fluid flutes
humming in the background. In his mind, he saw her lips, normally painted black
but currently bare and pink. Soft and full. When she spoke he could see small
pink of her tongue through parted lips.
“Dave. Dave!” her voice right next to his ear brought him back to reality. His
hand had been clutching the door of his closet so tight his knuckles turned
white. Without him knowing, his face had twisted into one of anger. “Are you
ok?” she asked, sounding genuinely worried. “Am I making you too
uncomfortable?” she asked. No shit you’re making me uncomfortable, he thought
but bit his tongue.
“Nah.” was all he said. Rose’s brow furrowed. She sighed.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been acting foolishly. I’ll leave you alone now.” She said,
and he could hear her walking away. He thought about letting her walk, but at
the last moment he said,
“No! Stop. It’s fine, seriously. I was just lost in thought, okay? Like
Christopher Columbus on the way to find India. Went lookin’ for a t-shirt and I
thought I found it. I was all ready to put it on and shit when I realized this
is fuckin’ America. Gotta turn around and go a whole ‘nother route now.” He
heard Rose giggle. His heart jumped in his chest then fell painfully flat.
“I see. Well let me help you, Mr. Columbus. Perhaps I can find an easier way
for you to get to those spices you and all of Europe love so much but lack the
climate to grow.” She pulled out a plain white t that was a size big on him.
“Thanks.” He muttered before putting it on. Rose grinned at him and his eyes
were locked on her lips, the way the stretched and they weren’t chapped at all.
He wanted to do was kiss her and run his fingers over his skin-
And she was gone. Sprawled over his bed with her butt sticking in the air
slightly. He tried to catch a glimpse of her panties, but then her legs went
under the covers. “Come, Strider. It’s late and you need your beauty sleep.”
Dave grunted and went to turn off the light before climbing under the covers,
next to Rose. His ipod was still playing music. He turned it off and stuffed it
under his pillow. He looked at Rose and asked, “So…how are we doing this?” Rose
thought for a moment.
“I’ll be the big spoon.” She answered with a smile.
“Cool.” He responded, glad she didn’t try to embarrass him anymore than she
already had. There was no way he could prevent going to boner town if she made
him the big spoon, not that he wasn’t already halfway there.
He turned over and relaxed as Rose sidled up behind him. At first he thought
maybe it wouldn’t be too bad but then he realized he could feel her chest
against his back again. Her nipples hadn’t been visible earlier, but now he
couldn’t stop thinking about them. What would he see underneath her nightgown?
Soft, pale skin. Pink nipples. And even lower? A mat of blond pubic hair, not
unlike his own.
“Dave I lied earlier.” She said out of the blue, bringing him back to reality.
“Y-yeah?” he stuttered, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t
have.
“The tentacles weren’t going to kill me. They were going to fuck me. They did
fuck me, I mean.”
Dave went stiff all over. All over. “Uh…”
“That’s not what has me so upset though. No, that part was a treat. They bright
red cherry on the top of a festering pile of dung. As I told you before, what
they said upset me the most. That part wasn’t a lie. In my ears they whispered
my greatest fears, my future demise, and the things I loathe most about myself.
Worst of all you were there and heard every word. To say you said merely hated
me in that dream would be an understatement. You told me I was a worthless
piece of shit. That you’re life would be so much better if I wasn’t around. The
idea of you feeling that way towards me? That was the worst part.”
Right away he noticed was that her voice had changed. Instead of being strong
and sure she sounded meek and scared. The next thing he noticed was the way
Rose’s fingers curled around his shirt, so tight it must have hurt her. She was
shaking and it seemed she wanted to pull him close but instead kept him far.
Dave turned over and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tightly against
him. The shaking stopped. He felt her chest expand as she inhaled, slowly. He
felt as her chest compact as she exhaled, all at once.
“I don’t hate you.” Dave told her. “I don’t think I ever could.”
Rose’s laugh was bitter and forced. “Liar.” That offended him and he wasn’t
sure why.
“At first, I thought I hated you, but I was wrong.” Now that she was, for the
most part, back to her regular self, or at least not shaking, he started to
notice her. She was so close that he could feel the heat from her body wade
lower and lower inside of him before pooling in one spot. His heart was a
humming bird, beating so fast he was scared the whole world could hear it. On
the outside, he tried to remain calm. He couldn’t let her know that barely an
inch away from her thigh his erection, straining against his boxers.
“I’m fairly certain you still hate me. The only reasons you’re claiming
otherwise now is pity.” Normally her voice was sweet, like a frappuccino, but
at that moment it seemed someone had taken all her sugar and cream. Dave didn’t
like his coffee black.
“Nah. If I really hated you I’d have kicked you out by now.”
“Then why is it you always avoid me?” she tilted her head to look up at him.
Her tone was accusatory, almost angry. Then her entire expression changed. At
first, her face was confused, then her eyebrows lifted in realization, her eyes
went wide and oh shit she felt my boner, was the only thought going through
Dave’s head.
She nudged her knee against it just a bit, as if to make sure it was what she
thought it was. A blush spread over her face, blotchy, but cute. He had never
seen Rose so flustered before and-
Dave had to bite back a groan as her leg brushed against it again. And again.
Harder this time. Slower that time. His breathing got heavier. Neither pulled
away. Rose gulped and cleared her throat. She opened her mouth…but didn’t say
anything. She moved her hand down and touched his boxers where she knew his
dick was. She opened her mouth again and actually spoke. “Is this…because of
me? Or was it like this before I came in?” she asked sounding almost hopeful in
the beginning. Dave’s mouth was dry and after several false starts he said,
“You. Was soft as a pillow before you showed up.” Rose went ‘oh’ quietly before
letting her thin fingers trail up and down, as if she were drawing. She traced
the outline and the rougher part with the tips of her fingers, not meaning to
tease Dave, but when she realized the effect she was having on him she smirked
quietly to herself. His face was bright red and he was biting his lip. His
hands were twitching, like he wanted to just grab her so she would do something
but he resisted.
“Do you mind if I, ah…” she pulled her hand away and toyed with the rim of his
boxers.
“God, please.” He groaned and she shoved her hand in without a moment’s
hesitation. Deciding she had teased him enough, Rose gripped the base, a little
rougher than was comfortable but Dave wasn’t complaining. It seemed precum was
already dripping from the head. Using her thumb, she swiped the precum down his
shaft before she started to pump.
At first, there was a lot of experimentation, to find out what Dave liked. She
went fast, slow, medium. She gripped hard, soft, alternating. Occasionally she
dipped down to play with his balls.
Rose found he responded most when her strokes her slow and strong. Whenever she
would squeeze at just the right place he would whisper things under his breath
she couldn’t hear. Eventually he worked up the courage to tell her, “Go faster.
Please.” The ‘please’ was an afterthought. She appreciated it nonetheless.
Using what she learned from porn, she started to stroke quickly and evenly,
building up the pace until Dave was muttering, “So close. Oh god I’m so fucking
close, yes, don’t stop. Good girl. Thank you. So good. Fuck.” When he finally
came he shoved his fist in his mouth and bit down so hard he bled. He humped
her hand uselessly, uttering a string of curses. Rose kept milking him and he
melted a little bit, moaning against his fist. When she pulled her hand away
and wiping it on her his sheets he didn’t even care. “Goddamn, Rose, that was-“
Rose interrupted him with a solid kiss. Dave responded instantly, threading his
fingers through her hair. She opened her mouth and he followed suit, letting
her tongue meet his. The kiss started out slow and soft but it escalated
quickly. He pulled her, meshing his mouth against hers and everything was so
hot hot hot and her mouth was so wet and sweet. Their tongues swirled together
and she tasted like heaven. He wanted to devour her.
Her leg swung over him so she was straddling his chest and her hips rolled
against him. She wanted friction. She needed it or she might go crazy.
With the hand that had been pumping Dave, she reached down and rubbed her clit
through her panties, moaning into the kiss. When Dave noticed what she was
doing he pushed her hand away and replaced it with his own. He slipped inside
of her panties and rubbed her between her folds. He was surprised by how wet
she already was. He smirked up at her, making her blush.
“I-I masturbated before coming in. Th-this is not a-all your doing.” She
stuttered, her face getting redder by the minute.
He rubbed his middle and forefinger along her pussy, letting them get soaked by
her juices, then stopped to play with her clit. Rose rolled her hips against
his fingers, gasping, wanting more. He pressed down, rubbing it so quickly his
fingers seemed to be vibrating. Above him Rose gasped and moaned, arching her
back and crying out for more more more. She couldn’t get enough.
The position got uncomfortable so he laid her down on her back. When he pulled
his hands away so they could shift she let out a noise of frustration. Once she
was on her back she wrapped her legs around him, using them to pull him closed.
“More. Please.” She begged, her lips forming the words right next to his ear.
Unable to resist, he rubbed his fingers along her pussy, rewetting them then
started abusing her clit once more.
Rose bit her lips and furrowed her brow, trying to look down at what Dave was
doing. She breathed mostly out her nose and tried to hold back her moans even
though she wanted to scream. Little noises of pleasure escaped no matter what
she did.
When she started to arch her back, trying to get her pussy closer to Dave’s
hand, he mptoced could see her nipples standing up. With the hand that wasn’t
occupied, her squeezed her small breast, sensitive breast. Rose moaned when he
started to grope the little lump of fat. Tweaking her nipple was the last
straw. When his thumb and forefinger started pinched and twist she climaxed
with a scream. Her back arched and her whole body trembled violently. “Oh
Gooooood! Oh God yes, yeeeeess!” she whined as Dave kept up his ministrations.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” It took a minute for Dave to realize she had cum.
He tried to take his hand away but Rose pulled him closer with her legs so he
wouldn’t leave then wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down so
they could kiss for a moment before they parted a string of saliva hanging
between them. Their eyes glittered as they stared at eachother. “Fuck me Dave.”
Rose commanded.
“Wh-what?” he blinked in confusion.
“I want your cock inside of me. Please. Feel how hot I am for you.” She took
his hand and put it back on her breast. Heat radiated from every pore. He
didn’t need to be told twice.
Lifting her legs on his shoulders, he lined his dick up with her hole and got
the head in. Rose cried out in pain and Dave stopped. “Oh shit. Condoms, lube.
Fuck. Wait-“ he started to pull out but Rose tightened her grip on his
shoulders.
“Don’t you dare pull out now, Dave Strider. Just…give me a moment to adjust.”
He nodded, trying to resist the pull of her hot, wet tunnel. When she said it
was ok he eagerly plunged in deeper and she winced again, so he stopped. “Slow,
at first, please.” He nodded again and tried to go against his natural urge to
pummel her wet mound, but he wanted to see that face again. Her face when she
experienced undiluted pleasure. The way her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell
agape.
The noises of pain started turning into noises of pleasure in almost no time at
all and Dave was allowed to speed up. His thrusts were sloppy and uneven but
Rose didn’t mind. Every time his pelvis met hers her breath got heavier until
she was panting like she had run a mile. One of Dave’s hands went to play with
her small, saggy tits, pushing it up and rubbing her nipple. Rose’s arms
untangled themselves from Dave’s neck so she could play with her clit. It was
still swollen from when Dave had brought her to orgasm.
She caressed it with her middle finger, shuddering each time, before pressing
down and making slow circles. At first it didn’t feel like anything but soon
the pleasure built and the so did the pressure.
Dave looked down at her, recognizing her ‘close to orgasm’ face right away. Her
entire expression was one of bliss and it turned Dave on more than anything. He
snapped his hips and groaned, going faster. He squeezed her breast again.
Rose was in her own world, no longer looking at Dave. Her tongue lolled out
slightly and saliva was building in her mouth as she started to rub her clit,
rougher than before.
Slapping, panting, groaning, moaning, and all other sex noises filled the room,
echoing back at Dave, assaulting his ears in the best way possible. The sound
of them making love was a beautiful one he wanted to preserve forever. He
pounded Rose’s delicate pink pussy and felt his ball tighten.
Without giving Rose a warning, or even thinking of pulling out, Dave
ejaculated. He slammed in her one final time, one hand squeezing her thigh and
the other squeezing her breast. His nails scratched her but she didn’t mind. He
started to thrust again as he filled Rose with his cum. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,
fuck fuck so fucking good, God. So good.” He moaned. Rose’s own orgasm took a
few seconds longer to reach. She rubbed furiously at her cunt before pressing
down hard one last time on her clit. When she came she clenched down hard on
Dave, causing another bit of sperm to trickle out. Her whole body shook and she
began rubbing her nub again, riding out her orgasm. Trying to make it last as
long as possible.
“Yes!” she whined. “Yes, yes yes yesss.” Her voice was high pitched and it made
Dave want to fuck her again and again and again and again until they passed out
from exhaustion.
But he didn’t.
He pulled out his semi-hard cock and rolled next to her. They lay there
together, in the dark, listening to the sounds of eachother breathing. The
afterglow of orgasm could only sedate them for so long, however.
After the pleasure subsided, the gravity of what they did weighed down on them.
Dave could feel nausea building in the pit of his stomach which only worsened
when he heard her quiet sobs and sniffles. He realized fucked his sister.
He fucked his sister.
He fucked his sister and ejaculated inside of her.
He was fifteen years old boy who apparently thought it was okay to have sex
with his sister and risk knocking her up.
The nausea got so bad he could feel bile touching the back of his tongue. Cover
his mouth, he sat up and run out of his room and into the bathroom right beside
it. Without turning on the light, he found the toilet and vomited. He had eaten
steak and mashed potatoes for dinner.
The taste was foul on his tongue but it wouldn’t stop welling up in his throat
and expelling itself. Tears welled in his eyes and the acid burned his throat.
Chunks of beef were floating in the toilet.
Five minutes later Rose came limping into the bathroom. She turned on the light
and closed the door. Dave only looked at her for a second before turning his
head away. A trickle of semen was running down her leg.
He wiped the left over vomit from the side of his mouth.
They were silent.
End Notes
     Sorry for the crappy ending. I was going to make another chapter with
     confrontation but.......I lost inspiration. Yeah.
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