bakerstreet | The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme [with prompts!]

The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme [with prompts!]

The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme

Incest is, despite its taboo nature in most societies, actually a pretty popular convention in both romantic fiction and works of a more erotic bent, in everything from period or fantasy pieces to series taking place in places like modern day Japan. Still, the most common configuration in these fictions are the pairing of siblings. Perhaps this is because of the usual lack of age difference and power dynamic that exists in child/adult relative pairings, though this is not always the case. Because of this, a sexual or romantic relationship between siblings can almost seem, well, romantic in the right light. Of course, more often than not, there's a dark side under the veneer of forbidden love.

This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.

HOW TO PLAY

-Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to mention any hard lines you have.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.

PROMPTS

1. Feeling Strange: You've known this person your entire life, yet lately you've been feeling...different about them. These feelings aren't exactly familial, either.
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE

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The problem, Thea decided, was that she wasn't sure she loved Roy. There were things she loved about him. She loved - and hated - the fact that he would always come to her defense. She loved - and hated - how he always had to fight for the people who couldn't fight for themselves. But what she couldn't stand was the way he put himself in danger. She couldn't stand to see him hurt. At first, she couldn't understand why she was so fiercely against it and then she remembered the scars on Ollie's body.

That was what started it. She'd walk by his room in the mornings just to try to catch a look at him without his shirt. At first, she wondered if that was the road that Roy was heading down. She wondered how Ollie had gotten those scars in the first place. She wondered if it was her imagination that once or twice she saw more.

The problems started when she realized that she'd stopped making the detours to try to see Roy's future and was simply going to look at Ollie. The heartache that she felt when Roy was injured was nothing compared to the heartbreak she felt contemplating Ollie's injuries.

She started making excuses to touch him. Every touch, however innocent, would be over one of those marks she knew was under his clothes. A squeeze of his shoulder. Stopping him with a hand against his chest. Wrapping an arm around his waist and resting her hand just so on his stomach. If you hadn't known her intentions, the touches might have been innocent. Even she didn't quite understand why they weren't and why she'd started wondering more about Ollie and his marks than she was worrying about her own boyfriend.

And then came the morning when she stopped just before the turn into his hall. She wouldn't go down there again, she told herself. It was too tempting. He was too tempting and everything she was feeling was just...wrong. She couldn't go on, but she couldn't quite make herself turn around and walk back, either.

Oliver counted his best nights on the streets as the ones where he arrived home while it was still mostly dark. It had not been one of his best nights, and he'd just barely missed the first stirrings of people moving around the grounds when he slipped into the mansion and back to his room. Luckily, he'd escaped without any lacerations this time around, which meant he was free to take a nice, long, hot shower.

While he did, he imagined what the rest of the household-- all those people with relatively normal lives-- would be doing. Their small staff would be doing gardening or cleaning, or preparing breakfast. When he'd left Starling City, he could've counted on finding Thea at the breakfast table scarfing down some sugary cereal. What the young woman his little sister had become would be doing, Oliver wasn't sure, but at least it would be better than when he'd first returned.

Of all the things his reappearance had prompted, one of his most proud accomplishments was having even a small hand in getting Thea to decide to turn her life around, away from drugs and to take up some real responsibilities. And she'd stepped up to that plate beautifully.

Just as Oliver was toweling off, there was a noise outside the door. Reacting on instinct, he wrapped the smallish towel around his hips, holding it with one hand while he bolted into the hallway. All he found was Thea, standing a few feet away. "I thought I heard-- huh. Hey, Speedy."

What he'd heard was her pacing back and forth along the hall. What she hadn't realized was that he was in the shower. What she hadn't expected was him to come out in just his towel. She glanced down, swallowed, and jerked her head up before he could hopefully notice what she'd been looking at. Heat filled her face and she added in her wish that he wouldn't see that. In short, she was pretty screwed.

"Uh, hey. ...Ollie." She should just turn around now, but her feet were even more rooted in place than they had been before he'd walked out. Her body was giving her one message, but her mouth refused to admit that anything was wrong.

"It's just me. Not the Boogeyman." She smiled weakly.

But then she looked again and yes, she was pretty sure that scar was new.

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His heartbeat slowed, and his chest stopped heaving. But with that calm came Oliver realizing that he was pretty much naked. But then again, it was Thea. But then again, had Thea just been checking him out? Oliver shook off the very idea of it and opened his bedroom door.

"Glad to hear it wasn't trouble. At least not the usual kind. Did you need to talk? Come on in while I get changed."

Oliver led the way in, ducking into the bathroom just long enough to switch to a torn-off pair of shorts. If Thea wanted to talk, he wasn't going to waste time-- he wanted to help. "So, what can I do for you?"

"I'm worried about you," she heard come out of her mouth. It was ridiculous because that wasn't why she'd come here, but it was also sort of true. "I thought Roy was the one I needed to worry about, but he's not the only one coming back with new bruises. New scars."

Considering the limited amount of time she'd seen Ollie without his shirt, she probably shouldn't have noticed. But she did. She even could point to a specific scar. She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, almost to his neck. She wasn't sure when she'd seen that show up. It was hard to tell when he had so many scars, but she thought there were new ones. She was willing to bet that he wasn't going to admit it.

"So maybe the question isn't what you can do for me, but what I can do for you."

She ran a thumb almost absently along the mark and wondered what had happened. How he'd gotten it.

Oliver wanted to take at least a mental step back, if not a physical one, and regroup his thoughts. Thea was pretty much the last person he would have expected to take notice of something like that, much less comment on it. She was right, of course, but it wasn't as though he could just tell her they were from switchblades or rough pavement or worse yet, bullets.

That wasn't to say he didn't have a story prepared. "I've been sparring with Mr. Diggle. Things get rough."

And then his sister began to touch those scars, and Oliver found his skin tingling under her fingertips. He could even feel himself starting to warm. Oliver knew what the symptoms meant, but didn't understand how he could be feeling... well, aroused, to be honest... because of Thea. Then again, five years and a lot of miles had passed. "I'd like to ask you to stop worrying."

Thea's hand curled when he lied to her face and her nails dug into his skin. She'd heard a lot of lies from him and she'd given a lot of lies, but she usually suspected that his lies were supposed to keep her safe. What was this particular lie about, she wondered. It stung that he didn't even bother to give her a believable lie. Sparring with Diggle? Last time she checked, regular self-defense didn't leave scars and she wasn't sure she wanted to consider why he might be having irregular self-defense lessons.

"But you're not going to ask because you know you'd be in for a world of trouble if you even tried it." She was beginning to think that he was in a world of trouble already because she wanted to know what was going on.

She lowered her eyes. "Don't you trust me?" Maybe he didn't. There was an entire five year gap between them and she had been following in his footsteps when he got back. She was the girl who went out and had fun and had the cops called on her. Who would trust a girl like that?

Oliver sighed. The "sparring" cover story usually worked just fine with people, but then again most other people only got a look at a bruise or two, maybe the start of a black eye. It wasn't meant to fool anyone who could get within a foot of his bare skin because there really wasn't supposed to anyone who could these days. But Thea had always been the exception to every rule, always.

He put his hands on her shoulders. "Of course I trust you, Thea. You're my sister and I love you more than I can tell you." Oliver shrugged. "But sometimes that last part? It means that I also want to protect you. And I need you to trust me when I say the best way for you to be safe is for there to be things I might not be able to tell you."

Moving one hand up, he brushed her hair back from her face. "I promise, if you needed to know something, I would tell you."

She closed her eyes and leaned her face against his hand for a long moment. If she were smart, she'd probably just let him continue to think he was fooling her. Then again, if she were smart, she would never have been caught here in the first place. One of these days, he'd clue in on the things she was denying even to herself. Or worse, she'd clue in on them.

"You mean," she said quietly, "that if it's something you think I need to know, not something I think I need to know."

With her eyes still closed, she took that step closer that ended with her pressed against him and she rested her face against his chest. Her arms came down and wrapped themselves around his waist and she just held on to him for dear life.

"Does it ever worry you, the secrets our family keeps?"

Instinct had Oliver's arms circling his sister in return, every protective and possessive cell in his body firing up at once at the sadness and defeat in her voice. He couldn't stand hearing her talk like this.

"Every day. I mean, being a normal and ordinary family was never really in the cards for us, but... yeah, it worries me a lot." He leaned down and kissed Thea on the forehead. "But all I can really do is think that things can get better, and if we try to make them better, a day will come when we won't have to keep secrets any more."

He did his very best to sound supportive and encouraging, because Oliver really did believe what he'd said. The trouble was that other instincts were lighting up, as well. Instincts that did not miss how he was essentially naked except for small, very thin shorts and that he was holding a very attractive female against him. Those instincts didn't seem to care that Thea was his sister when they caused certain physical reactions.

And the most surprising thing wasn't how it bothered Oliver-- it was how much it didn't.

Thea had always felt safe with Ollie. True, he might not have been the best role model when she was younger, but he'd always been there when she needed someone. He might have been a crap boyfriend and a crap son, but he'd been a good brother. And then he'd disappeared. Worse than that, he'd died. However much she knew that he was alive and here again, a part of her wondered if he'd really come back from that island. He was different. She just had to smooth a hand across his chest to tell.

"I hope so," she murmured as her fingers traced the tattoo on his chest. Had no one thought to wonder how he'd gotten a tattoo on a deserted island?

She wasn't really sure she meant the words, though. Letting go of the secrets meant revealing that she'd been coming here, trying to catch whatever sight she could of him, for more mornings than she ever wanted to admit to. It meant coming to grips with the fact that she wanted to hold on to him and never let go. It meant saying that she'd been thinking about him more, lately, than her own boyfriend.

"Any truths you want to get out today?"

So far, Oliver thought with relief, it didn't seem like his sister was really noticing the effect she was having on him. He shifted his weight around a little bit, trying to inch away from actual contact that far south, but it wasn't working.

Oliver narrowed his eyes and peered at Thea, as though he could figure out just what was really eating her today if he just stared hard enough. But she, like most of the women in his life, remained more mystery than anything else.

"None that I can think of," he answered, leaving out the fact that he would have preferred to not be sporting sister-induced arousal. "Why, anything you feel like confessing? Because you know you can tell me anything, Thea."

"Can I?" she asked, mostly to herself. It didn't feel as if she could. There was this distance between them that hadn't been there before. Or at least not from her end. Obviously he'd been keeping secrets from her. That whole thing with Laurel's sister for starters. But then, she'd been almost thirteen back then and not really ready to hear the dirty exploits of her older brother.

When she noticed the look he was giving her, her breath caught in her throat. It almost felt as if he were stripping her naked and seeing everything. She shuddered and pressed herself just a little bit closer to him and then went still as she felt...

Well, she wasn't so naive as to not understand what she was feeling, but she'd never thought about feeling it coming from Ollie. She wasn't sure what to do or what to say, so she just stayed frozen. She didn't move and make things worse, but she didn't start pulling away, either.

"Of course you can." Sure, it really was kind of an unfair thing to expect from his sister, considering how much he was keeping secret himself, but Oliver knew she wasn't aware of just how big those secrets were. And more important than that, he knew just how dangerous secrets could be with their family and he was going to protect Thea no matter what.

And then, he could feel her whole body tense. There was a moment of panic, Oliver wondering what kind of attack they could be under now, but that feeling switched to a totally different kind of panic, when he realized Thea had brushed against-- no, was now pressing against his hard-on.

"Sorry," he mumbled, trying to angle his hips away but somehow having a tough time making them respond. "You know, there are some things you just can't-- I mean, you're a really beautiful young woman and-- You know all those stories that men are just a certain way inside? Well they're sort of true-ish..."

Oliver shut his eyes and sighed. "Maybe... maybe we should continue this conversation later?"

She arched an eyebrow when he started to backtrack and then raised both of them when he started on his 'beautiful young woman' speech. She'd known Oliver to give any number of excuses with a straight face, but they were always believable lies. Now he was trying to sell her on something that he...did he even believe what he was telling her? Why say the first thing that had to have come to his head if it weren't sincere? But why be sincere about something that was so clearly wrong?

Just a certain way. She wouldn't have even believed that excuse if he'd been a complete stranger, but if she'd been a stranger, he wouldn't have had to make up any excuse. He'd just apologize and move away. Funny that he didn't seem to be putting any more distance between them than she was.

His words kept circling in her head. There were the poor excuses, but there was also that other gem that had slipped in there. Beautiful young woman. She couldn't help the pleased flush that settled on her face at the idea that he thought she was beautiful. She swallowed hard at the idea that maybe that was the sincere truth that had slipped in with all the other bullshit. Though he was definitely placing too hard an emphasis on the 'young' part.

"I'm not twelve anymore, Ollie. I know all sorts of things about boys and their urges," she said in the tone that meant that she didn't believe a word he was saying. "I don't know. I was thinking we'd stay here and see how much deeper that hole you're digging goes."

She smirked at him, an impish light coming into her eyes. She might not know exactly what was going on between them, but there was always one thing she could rely on. Teasing Ollie. "Any more gems of wisdom you want to try to make me believe?"

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And his attempt to play it off casually or placate Thea with a few casually tossed off platitudes failed even more miserably than Oliver had feared when his mouth had opened in the first place. If he was any kind of smart, he would have just asked his sister very politely to leave and that they could talk more when he was dressed, but Oliver had never been especially smart, not in that way. Resourceful, sure. Clever, even, sometimes. But not smart, and definitely not around any woman.

"No holes," he said, then immediately wanted to slap himself. "What I mean is--"

Oliver shook his head. He'd been spending too much time around Felicity, apparently, putting his foot in his mouth like that.

"How about the fact that I love you, and I'm really happy to have my sister around and I really don't want this making things weird between us?"

Ollie, she decided, the boy who'd had a reputation he'd done his best to live up to, was almost tripping over his own tongue. It was almost adorable and if she were feeling kind at all, she'd stop letting him flail around and give him some kind of solid ground so that he could take that step back. The problem was that she didn't think she had any solid ground to give. Not when those fond feelings of hers were anything but sisterly.

"Didn't I just say I was a big girl?" she said. And then, daringly, she grinned and added, "Which I think you've just noticed."

She still remembered the look on his face when he'd walked in on her and Shane at the Christmas party. It was like he still expected her to be in pig tails and having sleepovers with her girlfriends. It might have been perverse, but she liked the way he was looking at her now. Not like that at all.

"Things will always be weird, but that's just because you're crazy." Another grin and then she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, right at the corner of his lips.

Was he blushing? Oliver certainly felt warm enough that he figured he must have been, because Thea was right there, casually discussing the fact that she'd given him an erection as though it were nothing at all. And what he had to admit was that deep down, he really wanted it to not be a big deal. But whether those thoughts were because he was desperate for the weirdness to end or for other reasons, he couldn't tell.

And that was a whole other head trip altogether.

He smiled at the teasing, because that was definitely the easy and familiar thing for them both, but then that didn't last very long, not when Thea kissed him right on the very border of sisterly. "I think I really am going crazy right now," Oliver whispered. And still, he wasn't pushing Thea back or moving away. In fact, when he looked back up, his hands were on her shoulders.

She thought she'd been okay. She'd been on temporary even ground as she fell back on patterns that had been worn in through the years, but then he looked at her and his hands went to her shoulders and his voice got quiet and that ground she'd been on crumbled underneath her. It felt like she was moving through molasses as she leaned forward again and pressed her lips to a spot near his chin. She angled her lips up so that she was really kissing the underside of his mouth.

"Going?" she said, her voice dropping into a whisper. Anything louder she felt would break this fragile...something. She wasn't aware that her fingers had started moving against his chest, following the lines of his scars.

"You've been crazy as long as I've known you." She couldn't quite dare to lift her face that quarter inch that would put their lips together in a proper kiss, but she was teasing him, goading him into doing something that knew was wrong but that felt so tempting. They hadn't quite gotten to the point of no return, but she was tempting him.

The only outward sign that Oliver was anything but calm were his heavy, deep breaths. If what was going on inside of him was to show, he would've been shaking like a leaf and in a cold sweat. What was Thea doing? What was he doing? What were they both very clearly almost doing? It was unthinkable, but at the same time with her close enough that he can smell her clean, fresh scent, it was also the most obvious thing in the world.

"I think you might be right," Oliver whispered, knowing that this was a line he could never un-cross, but something inside of him was pushing and pulling and begging him to cross it.

The hands on Thea's shoulders slid up to cup her face. Oliver tilted it up that last quarter inch before lowering his lips to hers in a kiss with no possible other interpretation but need.

It wasn't the gentle kiss Thea had been half expecting, half fearing. No, it was the kind of kiss that made Thea's knees go weak and suddenly she was much more sure of why the women in Ollie's life had taken as much shit from him as they had. She imagined having his full attention on her and then realized that's what she had. For maybe the first time since he'd come back, she was pretty sure that she was his entire focus.

She moaned, a sound that proved that she wasn't as immune to this as she'd tried to appear, and dragged her nails along the tattoo on his chest. She kissed him back just as hungrily. If this was going to be the only chance she had for this, if his conscience or hers were to come back in the next moment, she was going to have this to remember in the dark nights when all her worst desires came out.

Except she wasn't satisfied with just kissing. She moved her other hand to his chest and pushed him back, not caring whether they hit a wall or she pushed him through his open door.

They went through the door-- which Oliver thanked God he had just enough presence of mind left to close and lock behind them-- and just kept moving, connected at the lips until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed and he fell back, landing with Thea on top of him. The impact was finally enough to make their mouths disengage.

"This is nuts," he whispered, reaching up to sweep his sister's hair back out of her face. Oliver gazed at the young woman laying on top of him and could only find himself seeing her beauty and the strength she'd learned to develop. He could see all the things he'd come to admire in her, and for right then, that was all that mattered.

So he pulled her back down for another kiss, this time deepening it.

Thea of course had been aware of just how few clothes Ollie had been wearing, but she'd forgotten that she was still in her pajamas until he crashed onto the bed and she landed right on top of him. There were only three very thin layers of clothes between them and she could feel even more properly now what she'd done to him. She spread her legs until her knees could touch the mattress and she could press even more firmly against him. Heat flooded her and she gasped into his mouth when her hips rolled against his.

"I've been nuts since you left," she admitted the next time she had to catch her breath. She'd imagined it so much she could almost see it. The perfect, slightly dysfunctional, family. She'd have been the good girl because her older brother was the disaster. Someone had to be the better example. And maybe once he'd cleaned up his act, she'd have gone through a rebellious faze, but she'd have probably only dyed her hair or gotten a piecing without letting her parents know.

She hadn't just lost him and dad when they'd disappeared, she'd lost herself. And now she was someone different and she wasn't sure she could ever go back to being that girl. What she saw in Ollie was the secrets and the lies and the distance between them. She wasn't sure she'd ever get her brother back, either.

Almost immediately after she said the words, she pressed her lips to his again. She didn't want him to think about what she'd said too much. They were both fucked up in their own ways and there wasn't much that could be done now.

There was every chance that this was going to end disastrously. Still, there was a tiny voice in the back of Oliver's head that knew his five years away had irreversibly changed things between himself and Thea, and their relationship would never be the way it was. That voice hung on to a glimmer of hope that, as insane as it was, maybe this could be the start of a new connection between them. Crazy and unthinkable at the same time, but a connection.

Oliver pushed those thoughts away for later, and just let himself focus on the girl who lay on top of him, her slim frame almost wrapping around his large one. Now he was aware, too, of how little there was of Thea's clothing keeping them separated, especially when she straddled his lap, her warming center suddenly making contact with the almost painful ridge in his shorts. Oliver groaned at the contact.

As he kissed her some more, he waved goodbye to the last of his good sense and began to slide his hands up the back of Thea's shirt.

Thea shivered at the sensation of his hand sliding up bare skin, but it was really that point of contact between their hips that had her full attention. And 'full' was really the right word. She arched her hips and pressed against him, groaning herself as heat flooded her. Her fingers wandered randomly from one patch of scars to another, as if cataloging them. She wanted to know where each and every scar was. Maybe it would help her get to know him better. Maybe it would bridge that gap.

Or maybe, since he hadn't told her to stop, it would actually turn him on.

When she'd had almost too much contact, she pushed herself up. Her lips were parted as she panted softly. "Take it off," she suggested softly, flushing in embarrassment. It was one thing to have her body desire him and to let herself follow through on that desire, but it was something else entirely to talk about it. To demand things from him. She just wanted to feel right now, not think.

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