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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

Comments

Osomatsu Matsuno || Osomatsu-san || ota

[relieable]

[here for canon bros but if you want to AU something up, that's cool too]

Dick Grayson | DC | m/m

[flybybirdie]

(( batfam or au all okay ))

Ranka Lee | Macross Frontier | OTA

[nyan_nyan]

[ I mean if a Brera or Ozma wants to show up that'd be great but AU is most likely. ]

Cornelia li Britannia | Code Geass | OTA

[knightmare_princess]

[ Canon pls ]

Archangel Gabriel | Dominion | M/M

[jealousheart]

( open to any other angel brethren ; crosscanon welcome )

kendall | original | ota

[blowie]

[ In his backstory he's the youngest of seven, so! ]

[brice]

[Up for a little bro? *handwave*]

[blowie]

[ Usually I play Ken (...or Marc, seeing how they'll be brothers) as the youngest, so -- maybe fraternal twins? ]

[brice]

[Sure. Nothing Wrong Here]

"Marc," Brice whispered at the crack in his brother's door, slowly wedging it open. Of course, Marc was still asleep. Granted, that was the way Brice liked him to be. When they had shared a room - space had been limited with all their siblings - Brice was always the one to get up first. Now that there was a little more breathing room in the house, Brice missed those mornings.

But today, with everyone out and Marc conked out (still!), Brice had a chance to relive some good old times with his brother.

Sneaking into the room was easy - they both knew where the creaky wood was and could avoid it in the middle of the night. Brice had the luxury of just a hint of gray light filtering in through the clouds. Pulling off his t-shirt, Brice eased himself onto the bed, the sheets twisted around Marc's legs.

A little shiver ran through Brice's body at the coolness of the fitted sheet, his body breaking out in goosebumps as he tried to scoot closer.

[blowie]

Marc had remained asleep until the bed dipped under Brice's weight, but knowing who the only one willing to crawl on top of him was, he didn't feel any particular need to hurry up with waking fully. It was only when Brice was close enough that all it took was a brief turn of his head to get their noses nudging that Marc let his eyes open, and he grinned as he did just that, one hand moving to settle on Brice's side.

"What're you doing here?" he murmured. It was Saturday, which meant it wouldn't be too farfetched if Brice had any plans. Marc never had much plans of his own besides college essays and application forms; in fact, he'd stayed up most of last night doing just that.

His eyes flicked to take note of Brice's nudity, the sight of naked skin, and the fingers on his brother's side slid over to touch his belly and trace up towards his chest. "...and dressed so little. Mm. Don't tell me you sleep like this in your room."

[brice]

"You want me to leave?" Brice asked, his bottom lip curling outward in a pout. It evaporated a moment later and Brice pressed his side into his brother's hand. "Everyone's out for the day. Or at least, the morning. You didn't hear them leave though, I'm sure." Marc could sleep like the dead when he got it into his brain.

"And I'm here because we get the house to ourselves. Which means...I'm here." Brice smirked, inhaling so his flat stomach became concave under Marc's touch.

He chuckled. "No, I came in with a full suit of armor on. You didn't hear me take it off piece by piece?" Brice's index finger wrote cursive words along Marc's collarbone, adding tiny flourishes that dipped down into his armpit or went as high as his neck.

"I had to get rid of the armor so we could get close. I miss waking up with you." Even though they had shared a room, one twin bed had typically been empty every morning. It wasn't long before they had to set an alarm so one or the other could get back in bed before the official wake up door knock.

[blowie]

Marc was laughing before he could stop himself from doing it -- soft chuckles that curled up his throat and out his mouth, that had him bringing his hand up higher to slip it over the back of Brice's neck and curl. "You didn't have to agree with me when I said I wanted Darren's old room," he murmured, and though his patterns weren't nearly as intricate as Brice's were, the end of his index finger drew swirls and dips along his neck and the tops of his shoulders anyway.

"I just didn't want mum to be pissed with me. You" -- he pinched the patch of skin between Brice's left shoulder and neck -- "weren't thinking at all."

Not that he was really bothered. Much as he missed his brother's company, there was a certain freedom to having his own space, being able to do his work -- and then there was the whole other notion of knowing Brice was thinking of him, and how smug it made Marc to know that he was missed so thoroughly.

He'd say he missed his twin back, but that was the sort of thing he never had to say out loud. It was obvious enough when Marc reached up with his free hand to grip Brice's jaw between his fingers, pulling him forward and kissing his cheek.

"How close do you want to be, baby brother?"

[brice]

Brice's green eyes rolled in their sockets. "You were the corruptor. Mom always knew that. I'm the younger one, remember? You always remind me of that. You were the bad influence." Brice stopped his doodles and let his finger tap in the same spot over and over. Not a jab, really, just a way to accentuate his points, since Marc was having too much fun so early in the morning at Brice's expense.

When he spoke next, Brice's voice was softer. "You know I can't deny you anything. So when you said you wanted Darr's room, I wanted you to have it too." Besides, they'd worked through that, hadn't they? Brice had been an emotional wreck for a couple days. Slamming doors, or not coming down for meals, but mostly, he just sulked until he got over the extra 45 feet of distance to reach Marc's bed.

He'd counted.

But then Marc's firm grip was on his jaw and Brice felt like he could go right back to sleep, knowing his brother was right there. Brice pulled his head back just slightly, forcing marc's fingers to slip forward, letting Brice's mouth make a goofy duckface. "Like old times," Brice admitted, his index finger having tapped its way down to Marc's right nipple, insistent flicks bringing up the nub.

"What..what about you?" Brice asked, almost afraid to, because what if Marc didn't?

[blowie]

Christ -- even through his t-shirt Marc's nipples were getting hard, but it wasn't as if Brice ever had to work hard to get that to happen. He brushed his thumb over his lower lip, and then up towards the corner of Brice's mouth, and pressed just enough to see his expression twist into a crooked smile.

"Yeah," he agreed, and this time he smiled too. There weren't very many people Marc cared for, and even less that could even be on par with what he felt for Brice. Sometimes he wondered if it ruined him for normal relationships, but most of the time the fondness in his chest outweighed everything else.

The corners of his eyes crinkled, the eyes themselves a colour that matched Brice's own. "Of course I do.

"See, I was just wondering why you didn't kiss me sooner."

A fact Marc remedied by tugging Brice down by the hand at the back of his neck, gentle as his lips met the other boy's. It was soft enough to show he cared, soft enough for the love to shine through, and then Marc's tongue peeked out to lick into his mouth -- to taste his brother after what felt like far, far too long.

There were perks to separate rooms, but there were downsides, too. Marc missed this -- the simplicity of it -- and he sighed almost wistfully as his arm hooked over Brice's neck entirely.

"Mm," he hummed, lips moving against Brice's. "Is it the morning breath? Because that's your fault for being impatient."

[brice]

There’d always been a fierceness to their love. Even before they knew what they were doing, to get in an argument or, Lord help you, a fight with one of them meant you got into a fight with both. And it never failed, the one offering backup always came forward like a rabid jungle cat. To harm one of them was met with the wrath of both - even their older siblings found it baffling. Eventually they grew wise and never let the two be on the same team. It kept things equal and did less damage.

But Marc and Brice were a force, and it bonded them together. Some would say their relationship was unhealthy, which was why, aside from a few accidental catches in the past, they appeared simply as loyal to those who knew them. Loving, protective, but that was it.

As Brice’s cheeks hollowed slightly to suck in more of Narc’s tongue, letting out a pleased little kitten sound of his own, the world could have paused, or disappeared forever for all Brice cared. When Marc mumbled against his lips, Brice grinned, letting his hips rest more fully on Marc.

“You taste the best in the morning,” Brice admitted, his teeth nipping at his brither’s bottom lip. Now Brice’s nail was nudging at the nub, still trapped under the cotton. “Need help out of this?”

His hand only moved because Brice knew sweeter fruit awaited. Fingers found the hem and Brice nudged Marc’s head to the side. No neck bruises, that was a rule, but that didn’t mean Brice could pass up kissing his brither’s jawline up to his earlobe.

[blowie]

Shutting his eyes for a moment at the feel of lips dressing his skin, Marc didn't hesitate to roll his hips up into Brice's -- to sigh softly at the friction, however brief it was. "Take it off," he said around a laugh, his hands removing themselves from Brice's body if only to raise his arms up over his head to make it easy.

There was some definite satisfaction having Brice pull his clothing away, at seeing the eager expression on his little brother's face. Marc was nothing if not proud, and it translated even here. Or maybe especially here.

When his shirt was off there was no hesitation in pulling Brice close, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his head to draw him back for another kiss. From their state tangled up in the sheets Marc squirmed just enough to kick the cotton off his legs, to make enough space for Brice to settle in. It was only apt that they fit so perfectly against each other, Marc felt; there were only six minutes in his life that Brice wasn't with him, and an entire lifetime against it that Brice was by his side.

He had no idea how he was supposed to survive university without him. But he wasn't going to think about that, not when he could trail a rough hand down Brice's back towards the curve of his ass, to line him up just right so their cocks brushed against each other even through the fabric of their trousers.

"God," Marc breathed, bucking up slowly, patiently, "I missed waking up with you, too."

[brice]

Playfully, all of a sudden Brice's hands were fumbling, jumbling messes as they slapped, tickled, poked, groped and prodded. It was likely the longest shirt removal in history. He even stopped, once the shirt was covering Marc's face, to nuzzle his left pit, that morning smell was warm and familiar.

Brice settled, their bodies aligned as easily as the right key went into a lock. Now that Marc was waking up more, Brice's kiss became heated, hungry, pulling and pressing, the breath of bulls coming from his nostrils as he refused to break the kiss for a proper inhale. Marc was warm, safe, thrilling, soft. He was everything that Brice knew he'd ever want, which only made Marc's leaving all the more devastating. College would have all those people who Marc would meet, know, like, and experience. All without him.

But the thought was pushed away as Marc took the lead and their shafts met through the material. A gasp of familiarity finally had Brice break the kiss. That was how it had happened the first time. Just two preteens wrestling, the realizing it felt good. Two shared dots of pre-pubescence darkening the front of their pajamas as their bodies rocked with an unknown pleasure.

At Marc's answer and the way his hips rose, the only answer Brice had for him was a low, quiet moan, meant only for his twin. Brice kissed down enough to find that hard nub he'd worked so hard to bring into reality. His tongue swept over it, leaving a shimmering trail back up to Marc's neck. "Show me how much," Brice egged him on, hips rising, breaking contact, only to fill Marc's palm more fully.

sorry for the delay!

[blowie]

God, Brice was always so cute. The corners of Marc's eyes crinkled, his lips parted in a soft sigh at the brush of Brice's tongue up his body, and then he licked them and shut his eyes for all of a moment. "Then you're going to have to get up here."

Giving Brice's ass a squeeze, he tilted his head just enough to kiss him on the mouth, tongue pressing between his lips for one more brief taste.

Then he was breaking away, his own lips dragging over Brice's chin, over the sweet curve of his neck. Marc's opposite hand met Brice's ass, too, pushing him higher in increments while his tongue and teeth made their way down his torso. The weight of his brother's cock dragged over his belly, up his chest, and Marc breathed a soft "hold onto the headboard" just before he sunk his teeth gently into the skin beneath Brice's navel, right where the trail of hair began.

It was when Brice was seated right on his chest that Marc's hands slid up to grip his waist, and his head dipped to press a kiss to the front of his trousers, soft and sweet up until he licked over the cotton.

np!

[brice]

At Marc's touch, Brice pushed back, wanting more of his brother's hands on him, in him. Brice was crazy for his twin's fingers, mouth, the various toys they'd snickered over together then boy very much enjoyed, either on the other, or together. Really, if Brice had more than a couple pair of the comfortable sleeper pants he was wearing, they would have been in rags around them by now.

Marc knew it drove Brice crazy when they went slow. Brice was fine with slow afterward. He liked for them each to get their round of shots off, then build to the second. But since he was in Marc's room, he had to play by Marc's rules. As the familiar wood headboard met Brice's palms, he let out a whimper at the teeth, eyes hooding for just a second, trying to restrain his hips from bucking forward.

"N-need my help?" Brice stammered, his upper body contorting, one hand coming off the headboard, so he could look at his brother, watch what he was doing. Brice reached down for Marc though his own sleepers, but it was a ridiculous thing - Brice just didn't have the reach.

Hitachiin Kaoru || Ouran High School Host Club

[fragrant_hitachiin]

[Hikarus preferred!!]