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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

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[ Chroms and Emms welcome ]

((OOC: Open to a Jon? AU'ing in the show setting or Modern both cool with me. ))

[ yes! i'd love a show au, do you have any prefs re: timeline? obviously after a certain point they don't think they're siblings..... ]

((OOC: I can think of two possible starting points: 1) Jon gets made King, and has a very close and friendly relationship with the Lady of Winterfell/Warden with so much autonomy she's practically Queen in the North, or 2) everyone gets told that Jon is going beyond the Wall when really he's just moving back into Winterfell and the North tells no one. Either sound workable? ))

[ Scenario 1 sounds good to me. Do you mind starting? ]

((OOC: Let me know if this needs any tweaking :) ))

If anyone in King's Landing harbored any suspicions about King Jon's frequent consultations and meetings with the Lady Sansa, the ones that occurred at all hours of day and night and always behind closed and guarded doors, then those concerns had yet to be raised. After all, everyone in Westeros knew that while Daenerys Stormborn had brought power to the alliance that had overthrown the Lannisters and defeated the enemy from beyond the Wall, and Jon Snow had an seemingly endless supply of courage, the war would have been different without Sansa Stark's cunning and resolve.

Besides, King Jon would not have granted the Warden of the North with so much authority and autonomy that she was practically a Queen herself if he did not trust her implicitly. And the Houses and people trusted him, so if there where whispers, they were exceedingly quiet.

The fact was that there was much to whisper about, if only anyone knew. One need only begin with the trail leading from away from the heavy doors of the King's chambers: cloaks on the floor, then belts, and boots, and so on, leading to the His Grace and Her Ladyship falling to the bed in a far more friendly manner than they had ever been as children.

One of the good things about bringing freedom to the North and everyone being well aware of her part in it was that Sansa was granted far more freedom than most unmarried ladies. There was no discussion of her marrying anymore, with most of the lords and ladies agreeing that she would be far more useful as an advisor to the King of the North. They spent much of their time together, and if people doubted they were talking politics during all those hours alone, their concerns would fade so long as the North remained in good health. And if Sansa had her way, it always would be.

At the beginning of this, they actually had been talking politics. It had been one long night soon after the war, over wine, when their glances had strayed a little too long and a simmering tension had come to a head. Sansa had not thought that she would ever want a man to touch her again. But when Jon touched her, she felt alive. When he kissed her, heat began to flow through her veins. And when he laid her out on the bed and lowered his head between her thighs, it was almost indescribable how good she felt. Their meetings soon became much more frequent.

Once in a while, Sansa feels guilty. True, she had never treated Jon as a brother when they were children, but she doubts this makes this any more sanctioned by the Gods. She could never bring herself to stop, though. They really aren't hurting anyone, and there's nothing better than when they fall to the bed, Sansa's hands falling to Jon's chest as she kisses him passionately. Her cunt has already begun to slicken for him, which should be more noticeable now that he's stripped her bare.

Jon remembers the moment before everything changed with perfect clarity: at least two bottles in, and discussions of how best to distribute the North's share of the spoils taken from the Lannister coffers had turned into laughing about fond memories of earlier days. He remembers not being able to take his eyes off Sansa's full, pouting lips and wondering how they would taste. A moment later, he'd found out.

In the beginning, he was almost painfully gentle with her, determined to make it clear to her that there were pleasures to be found in the bed that she deserved to know every bit of. More recently, they've both embraced their more... enthusiastic sides.

Jon, himself bare to the waist and nothing but thin breeches below that, gazes down at her with firelight glinting in his dark eyes. He moves down the porcelain skin to the vee between Sansa's thighs, already shining with arousal. Not that ever prevents him from preparing her even more.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he growls, before lowering to his knees at the edge of the bed, tugging Sansa closer and crushing another kiss on her, this time to her slit.

She appreciates, even now, how well Jon treated her their first time, as if she was made of glass. It didn't take long, though, before Sansa's mind was awakened to new ideas, and she began to remind him somewhat forcefully that she wasn't actually going to break. They've tried several positions since, and she's learned that she loves it just as much whether he's staring in her eyes while they make love or fucking her from behind.

Now that she's allowed to look, Sansa loves to run her eyes over every inch of Jon's muscled frame, knowing that it's all for her. Her legs open further almost subconsciously once she realizes where he's headed. She hadn't really believed him when he'd told her this was one of his favorite things to do, but he's shown her the truth of it over and over. Her head falls back into the pillows as he gets to his knees, and her eyes flutter closed at the first touch of his lips to her wet cunt. "That feels so good," she whispers breathily, one hand coming up to tease at one of her own nipples. "Don't stop Jon, don't you dare stop...."

Jon remembers with great amusement nearly rolling off the bed the first time Sansa decided to encourage him into following his more passionate desires, locking her legs behind his hips, pulling him down and growling the words "fuck me" while staring into his eyes. Sometimes, they still take it slow and languid, but just as often, they're like wild rabbits in heat.

He also recalls how much Sansa marveled at his penchant for pleasuring her with his mouth. As far as Jon's concerned, men who refuse to do so are missing the experience of bringing a woman to a screaming, moaning, shaking climax.

Jon glances up, heated by the sight of her touching her breast, and moves his tongue faster, parting her open for him. No, he's got no intention of stopping until he tastes her juices.

It had taken her some time to be able to express her desires without feeling faintly ashamed, but at this point those feelings have left her completely. How could Sansa feel such now, when every vulgar word that spills from her mouth seems to heighten Jon's arousal? She bites out a curse as his tongue speeds up, legs splaying open even more for him.

There are some days where Sansa is able to keep a hold of herself, and there are other days, like this one, where she's spent the whole day waiting until they can be alone, where she can let go of all the stresses of being the Lady of Winterfell and just be a woman falling apart under a man's touch.

It's only a few minutes of his tongue working her over before she's moaning louder than ever, hand leaving her breast to brace herself as her hips buck into his mouth. She's able to let a few more words out, urging him on. "Fuck, Jon, I'm close.... want to come for you!"

It was wonderful to watch as Sansa discovered that not only was it possible for a woman to find pleasure in sex, but that Jon was as dedicated to ensuring it for her as he was to any of his other commitments. From there, they had both been delighted to discover that she was particularly responsive to his attentions.

And so, Jon's not surprised that she's reached the edge so quickly, especially as familiar as he's become with what makes her feel best. He pauses just long enough to pull his mouth back to speak. "Come for me, Sansa... Gods, come for me."

He ducks back down and his lips seal hard around the swollen nub above the entrance of her cunt.

If his rough words weren't quite enough to push her over the edge, the attention he gives to her clit certainly was. Sansa shakes apart on his mouth, moaning his name as she grips the sheets, hips hitching up into his mouth with every wave of pleasure.

It takes her a bit to come down, but she's not tired yet. If Sansa has learned anything from their long "meetings" it's that they could go for hours if they had the time. She's secretly planning a day where their schedules are both free and they can sneak off to spend the day in bed without prying eyes.

She finally unclenches her hands from the sheets, and one goes to grasp one of Jon's, tugging. "Come up here and kiss me," she orders, a laugh in her voice. Jon can probably tell she likes her taste on his tongue.... more than she likely should.

Sansa's penchant for kissing him right after he's gone down on her most definitely surprised Jon, but he can't help but find it just as arousing as she clearly does. He wonders sometimes, idly, if it's just her passions being fired up or if his sister has a taste for the taste, so to speak. But he rarely spends too much time considering the question, not when there are so many more urgently pressing matters.

Matters such as his own arousal, tenting the front of his breeches and quite literally pressing against Sansa as his mouth works against hers, tongue delving deep to taste her in kind. Jon groans into her kiss, feeling the warmth of her against nearly all of his skin. "It's damn distracting wanting you all the time," he whispers with a low, rumbling voice.

The second their passionate kiss breaks, Sansa is undoing his breeches. While she hardly minds him taking the time to get her off before fully undressing, any second where they can be pressed skin-to-skin but aren't is a mistake that must be corrected. Once his cock springs free, she takes it in her hand for a few short, quick strokes, loving feeling just how hard he is for her.

She gets a wicked look in her eyes at his words. "Sometimes the way you look at me during our meetings with the lords, I just want to send them all away and let you have me right there on the table."

This hunger for each other only seems to feed itself-- the closer they get, the more they want. Which makes it fortunate they're both more than happy to fulfill that desire for one another. When Sansa's hand takes a sure grip of his cock and tugs on it, Jon groans-- he's as hard as a steel rod, as he always is for her.

He returns her expression. "You've given me a look or two that's made me consider just that whether they're in the room or not." Shifting a bit, the head of his cock presses against the entrance of her cunt. Sansa's hot and slick from his efforts, and the bliss of being inside her is just a roll of his hips away.

Sansa loves it, feeling how hard Jon is for her, hearing the noises he makes when she touches him. It makes her feel powerful, in a way that no throne ever could. Her face flushes even more at his next words. "Perhaps, one day, I will send them all away." It would cause quite the discussion, but no one would guess the truth.

Her eyes close and her breath hisses as she feels his cock brush her cunt. Gods, Sansa wants him inside her. Wants to think of nothing but how well he fucks her. "Do it," She breathes, as she opens her eyes to meet Jon's gaze again. It's somehow both an order and a plead. "Fill me up..."

Jon grinned. "Just call it 'family business' and leave it at that," he replied. "It wouldn't actually be untrue." The very thought of it both amused him and aroused him in ways he'd never imagined he was capable of, and certainly not in regards to Sansa. But she's who he wants and what he hungers for, more than anyone or anything in the world.

When the words leave her lips, he's all too eager to obey. "Of course, my Lady," he growls, then lurches forward, driving his length completely inside of her with a single hard thrust. Jon clenches his teeth to hold back a groan as he's suddenly surrounded by the hot, slick grip of her cunt.

"Keep looking at me like that and one day, you'll get your wish." It would be incredibly risky, of course, but hasn't this all been a risk?

Sansa is wet and open enough now that he's easily able to fill her in one stroke. It's an astounding feeling, one that causes a moan to rumble through her that she, unlike him, doesn't bother to hide. She's not exactly an expert, but it feels as if Jon was made to fuck her, like their bodies were meant to be entwined. Sansa pulls him down for yet another passionate kiss, bucking her hips into his slightly to let him know that she's ready for him to move.

"Promise?"

He's lost count of how many times they've fucked, but that doesn't make his head spin any less when he's finally buried inside of her. Jon doesn't know just how, but Sansa feels like home to him, as though having his cock in her is exactly where he's always been meant to be. A mad thought, but as Sansa kisses him and rolls her hips against him, it's hard to think differently.

Groaning into his half-sister's mouth, Jon starts to move, rocking himself against her, stroking into her cunt with long, deep strokes that send shivers up through his body. Gods, he's never felt anything like it-- which helps explain why he can't seem to get enough, no matter how much they court disaster every time.

"Have you ever doubted me?" The first time he'd touched her like this, kissed her like this, filled her like this, will always be burnt into her memory, as the night where everything changed for Sansa. She's happier now, her days spent dealing with the North, her nights spent in a haze of pleasure before falling asleep in Jon's arms. Sure, either him or her has to leave in the morning to sneak back to their own chambers... but no one's life is without problems.

It was intimidating, at first, to take his cock inside her, but she'd quickly learned she loved the stretch, and Jon prepares her so well each time that she only aches in the best way. More whimpers fall from Sansa's lips as he starts to move, but as her hands hold him to her and her dark gaze meets his, she can only say, "Harder."

"Not for a moment," he answers, meaning every word. Since being reunited, although they haven't agreed on everything, Jon's known that he can count on Sansa's strength and commitment more than anything and anyone else. Finding this between them, whatever it might be, only strengthened that trust.

Jon doesn't need another word of encouragement. He shifts his weight a bit, leaning forward to give himself the leverage to fulfill Sansa's wish. His pace quickens, and his thrusts go deep and hard, their bodies colliding with growing noise. Now with each time he presses his cock into her, Jon grunts with need and want.

It's lucky that they're not overheard, or that any who do know to keep what they hear quiet, because Sansa is moaning louder now, and even the bedframe is starting to move with them, making a dull thud against the wall as their pace quickens. Sansa doesn't really notice, though. Her attention is elsewhere, arms and legs wrapping around Jon in encouragement, nails biting into the flesh of his back.

She considers herself good with words, but it's hard to find them in times like these, beyond moans of Jon's name and pleas for more. Sansa feels shameless and wicked and loves absolutely every moment of it. "Jon, I- oh!" Her sentence falls away into a high-pitched moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "I'm close...."

It's not unheard of for the Great Houses to occasionally engage in... close relations, though never to the degrees of the Targaryens. Or at least, not as far as anyone really knew. And the people of the North were fiercely loyal and proud, and knowing that Jon and Sansa have secured a future for them that's very nearly independent, perhaps the servants are willing to pretend that they've never heard the moans and growls coming from the bedchambers, or have never cleaned bed linens that were in a state only achieved by truly energetic lovemaking.

Either way, Jon's all but willing to care nothing if everyone in Winterfell knows, especially when he's between Sansa's legs, his cock buried in her cunt and thrusting hard and fast, with the sound of her pleasure echoing in his ears. "Then do it," he grunts. "Come for me, Sansa. Come for me." Jon reaches down, hooking an arm behind one of her knees and pulling, raising one alabaster leg up to rest against his shoulder, pushing him even further inside of her.

((OOC: Totally good with real siblings or step. They might both be dealing with discovering powers, or he's dealing with a suddenly indestructible little sister... ))

((OOC: Kassandra welcome, obvs, but open for AU'ed siblings, and pretty much any time period :) ))

(ooc: canonically in love with his niece, open to cross-canon)

Edited 2020-06-17 04:12 (UTC)

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