[ their family is so off kilter, even the sex is dysfunctional. they've all got their walls up, but if she knew how high his went, how barbed it got — to the point he doesn't think he deserves to feel good at all? she'd cry. or scream at him, hug him, do anything in her admittedly limited communication arsenal to get across that he was wrong, that it wasn't true, and that he deserved this. he deserved everything he was giving her, in equal measure or if not more. ]
Derek. [ he deserved to keen like her. to shamelessly whimper, and shake like the world's ending. if she make him, reduce him to trembling right now, she should. but cora is too preoccupied clinging to the counter for dear life and squeezing her eyes shut. it's a full time job just to sort through her thoughts, to decide if she wants him to stop, or if she wants to grit her teeth and bare the overstimulation because maybe that would lead somewhere; rip an orgasm from her that was even sweeter than the last — one she never could have achieved on her own if she'd just stayed in bed and touched herself to explicit thoughts of her brother.
but there comes a point where overstimulation translates to pain and plain discomfort. it's with resignation that she reaches this point, and sighs; patting his head like she doesn't know how to touch him anymore. ] You — you can stop, alright? I can't — I just, I can't...
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Derek. [ he deserved to keen like her. to shamelessly whimper, and shake like the world's ending. if she make him, reduce him to trembling right now, she should. but cora is too preoccupied clinging to the counter for dear life and squeezing her eyes shut. it's a full time job just to sort through her thoughts, to decide if she wants him to stop, or if she wants to grit her teeth and bare the overstimulation because maybe that would lead somewhere; rip an orgasm from her that was even sweeter than the last — one she never could have achieved on her own if she'd just stayed in bed and touched herself to explicit thoughts of her brother.
but there comes a point where overstimulation translates to pain and plain discomfort. it's with resignation that she reaches this point, and sighs; patting his head like she doesn't know how to touch him anymore. ] You — you can stop, alright? I can't — I just, I can't...