#aunt eloise

[standing-bears-dont-run]

No but can we talk about the new Lord Featherington for a minute? He's going to grow up with his father's kindness and his mother's wit. He's going to be a very young lord that learned his duties from his father (who's father learned from his Uncle Anthony, always referred to as Uncle Ant because he could never pronounce Anthony when he was first stringing sentences together as a child) but knowing that both his parents forged their own paths regardless of being a third son/daughter. He will value a woman for her intelligence and character not her child bearing hips because he grew up to be a feminist. Between his mother, father and auntie Eloise, you better believe he grew up respecting women. He'll be encouraged to travel before he becomes Lord to experience life. To marry for love. He'll have Chestnut locks, but when he returns from his adventures with scruff on his face, it will be tinged with just a hint of red. Secretly he'll be insecure about his own writing fearing it will never measure up to his mother and father. The Lord has a keen eye for art and poetry. Unfortunately he inherited the featherington singing vocals but has quite a knack for the piano forte. Whenever him and his cousins get together, in public they are the picture of Lords and ladies. But in private can be quite rambunctious and always get into mischief. One might say behaving more as brothers and sisters than cousins.

[hrjafael]

I just want to say that this has an Agatha Christie vibe to it if it were Aunt Eloise.

How different would the original “Secrets Can Kill” be if the culprit was someone different? Who would you choose?

[biodead-on-the-biobed]

I see people talking about “oh Phillipa and Prudence are racing to produce an heir, and so far Penelope is winning” and “what if Prudence and Phillipa both have daughters and Penelope is the one to have a son” and I raise you:

Penelope has twins.

Because THINK abt it. Bridgerton has messed with birth order/child names before (see Daphne and August) so it’s possible for this case (ie: making Agatha and Thomas twins instead)

But just. Imagine the chaos. Imagine Penelope’s family brushing aside the idea that Pen is even pregnant, or telling her “you’re so sick because you’re having a girl” or some other nonsense. Imagine her sisters still haven’t had their children. Imagine Penelope gives birth and of course half the Bridgertons are there in support and Penelope’s own family arrive late after the birth. And Portia gets told that Yes, you do have a granddaughter.

And a grandson.

And then you cut to Colin and Pen holding their girl and boy respectively (I refuse to believe Agatha wont have Colin wrapped around her little finger within 5 minutes of her being born, and you know sweet boy Thomas has Pens entire heart) and Portia, Prudence, and Phillipa have to come to terms with the fact that not only did Penelope beat them in the race to have a child, she had TWO

[plu-mo]

the pathetic naïve little void could not make a paper star

[bookclub-reads]

I 100% want to believe that if Bridgerton took place in modern day, Eloise would be buying the baby board book version of all the classic books for once finding out Penelope was pregnant!

[random-fireworks]

I just finished season 3 of Bridgerton and wow. I'm blown away. I loved every single episode and I realized why at the end: it was about love in all its forms.

Romantic love sure, but it wasn't the predominant one. Love for your peers, love for your family, love for your friends, love for yourself.

Can we also talk about the redemption arcs and the complex thoughts and actions of the characters, their growth?

[kat-rose-griffith]

I can’t believe I haven’t seen any parallels made between the red head x brunette pen pal friends to lovers slow burn ship shirbert, from Anne with an E, and polin, from bridgerton. I’m actually surprised I haven’t seen more parallels between the two shows in general since they do share a few similar aspects

[mendokayalways]

This season of Bridgerton was a standout for me in truly the amount of beautifully diverse and complex female friendships that were portrayed - obvious ones to mention are the older ladies like Lady Danbury, Queen Charlotte, Violet Bridgerton and of course Eloise and Penelope's relationship. But also Danbury taking Alice under her wing, Eloise and Cressida Cowper even though it was doomed from the start it was genuine for some time, and a HUGE one for me that I've seen kind of not really acknowledged by a lot of people but Genevieve Delacroix and Penelope. The concern and camaraderie they have for each other as truly the only working women (esp now that the Mondritch's have fully joined the ton) in the series and the conversation they had before Penelope's wedding was so fucking amazing.

[theaceineverycase]

For the ND ask game: 10, 19, 24.

Hope you have a zippy day! <3

10. Character you are most similar to

Hmm ... I really related to Xenia's talk about her mental issues (assuming that wasn't just a put-on). Of course I also feel a kinship with any of the Cool Old Lady archetypes, and there's been a good few of those!

19. Favourite ND soundtrack?

Oh lordy, how can I choose?? I think I might have to go with DDI, purely for the atmosphere, but I love them all ❤️

24. Most confusing plot

I think I'm one of the few who actually liked MED, but man oh man do I have zero clue what Sonny was up to for most of that story besides flirtation

[celestedoesarttm]

Unnamed Deorwine

[nurturesmind]

i think this goes without saying but. eloise cannot play the pianoforte to save her life

[hattersarts]

listen, the milf affair that is going to develop from bridgerton season 3 in like 15 years time is craaaaaazzzzyy.

gobsmacked by the eloise subtext of getting a lesbianbestfriend crush on your closest friend and finally working out by learning WHAT the feelings were that were happening to her when colin announced his and pen's engagement. shes gonna go to scotland and start having very messy situationships with women and then go travelling and each time she comes back to the ton shes going to be the very cool aunt to pen and colin's kids and work out how to get over childhood crush on pen and then pens going to kiss her and stuff is going to explode

[agenderhyde]

i gave Ellie a scar on her forehead in Sims b/c her dad once threw her down the stairs.

Flora was pregnant, didn't want to go to a special school, wanted to stay with her sister (needed to keep her safe from their dad)

Hamish was going to shove her before Ellie stepped in.

[myokk]

WAHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE TURNED OUT AMAZING🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I know I already told you…but you can adopt her she’s yours😆💓 BECAUSE YOU CAPTURED HER PERFECTLY!!!

A wee little doodle surprise for @myokk of her lovely MC Eloise Babbit 💛🫶 Getting her all cozied up 🙂‍↕️🧣

This past week was...a lot. I can just feel all the heaviness so much, I could have just laid around crying all week 😭 I felt like I just HAD to start on my next piece and create something. I was struggling with everything I was trying to draw. And I couldn't help but notice some of that heaviness on here this week as well, so I finally had the clever idea to turn this into a little surprise. I hope you like it Maddy! 🥹🫶

Eloise was sooooo fun to draw omg. I was so eager to try to capture curly hair (officially canon) and her features and essence as a character 💛 AND I finally found a brush I like AND used it consistently 🤯 this was such a joy to create and I so look forward to doing more arrttttttt wooo! Even if it's just glorified doodles 🥹🫶💛 xxx

P.S. I hope you all know how flippin loved you are.

[infictionalwonderland]

Hiii, not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this, but could you do Eloise Bridgerton with a fem! royal! reader who is completely smitten with Eloise and is very open about being a lesbian? And her family supports her (shes Queen Charlottes favorite niece)

(they are open! and absolutely i can do this for you babe x)

“She’s here!”

The Queen, your aunt, rolled her eyes fondly at you as you scuttled away hastily—a secret smile pulling at her lips at the sheer happiness on your face.

You waded through the mass of people in the ballroom, a smile practically stretching from ear to ear. Some turned to look and curled their lips in disgust at you, knowing very well who you were walking to. Others looked at the raw joy on your face and smiled with you.

You stopped a bit away from your girl and her family, taking the time to admire her. Her hair was in a ponytail of curls with two pulled out the side and her fringe framing her face—lips a soft ruby and skin sparkling under the light. She was dressed in a soft mint green dress, a delicate necklace adorning her neck and resting on her chest, her arms covered with long gloves.

(You were in love)

“Ah.” Daphne spoke first, as she saw you. Her lips curled into a secret smirk, clasping onto her husbands arm and hiding her face half behind his bicep to conceal herself.

Simon looked down at her fondly, eyes practically glimmering.

“Hello Bridgertons.” You beamed genuinely, all the family returning your expression with equal truth.

As you had done her, Eloise could not help but stare at you in awe. Your skin looked glowy and wonderfully soft under the lightening, your smile the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen—eyes squinted with the force of it. Your dress was otherworldly, although to her, anything you wore would be and she just wanted to run her fingers through your hair.

“How do you all find yourself fairing tonight?”

“Yes, yes, very good. Blah—blah.” Benedict immediately waved the question away with an easygoing smile, gently taking his sisters arm and pushing her towards you. “We know which Bridgerton you are truly here fo.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

Eloise flustered, unused to such attention but you smirked back at Benedict. The whole family watched with smiles on their faces as their stone cold Eloise who detested marriage and had no true belief in love, melted against you as you took her hand, staring at you with wonder in her eyes.

“I’m beginning to realise it was never love she loathed—“ Anthony mumbled to Kate at his side, “just men.”

“Yes, and who can fault her that?” Kate questioned, head tilted.

All smiles, you looped your arm through Eloise’s and the both of you gracefully walked off—well, you glided effortlessly, from years of training and Eloise’s steps were harsh and careless against the floor, an endearing sense of her own unique grace about her.

“How are you today, Miss Bridgerton?” You smiled at her cheekily, eyes twinkling in a way that immediately disarmed her.

“I—yes, I am quite well, thank you.” Eloise stumbled, a fluttering feeling settling deep within her stomach, heart spiking as she was unable to look away from your eyes. “And yourself, your—your grace?”

“I could be your grace if you would like.” You emphasised pointedly, a mischievously sweetened smile curving at lips. You snatched a flute of alcohol from a passing servers platter, daintily looking into the eyes of the woman you admired.

She gulped slightly, a charmed blush warming her skin.

“I’ve had a genial day so far, my lady.” You giggled softly. “Although it has become all the more enjoyable when graced with your wondrous presence.”

“I can say much the same for myself.” Eloise rushed out genuinely, a smile at her lips as your eyes sparkled in response. “I find being in your proximity a most precious experience.”

“Perhaps you should venture in closer,” you offered almost offhandedly, taking another sip from your flute as you observed her, “you discover that to be an even more precious time.”

Eloise laughed a tad too loudly, nerves escaping her, but—with a timid smirk curving into her plush mouth, she edged closer towards you.

“And?” You encouraged amusedly, smiling.

“I—Your presence is even more powerful from here.” She grinned crookedly, “perhaps a tad too powerful—“ she joked, moving to take a teasing few paces away.

Your gloved hand caught her own and you both breathed in sharper at the contact. Without taking your eyes from hers, you traced almost absently on the silk material and she shallowly breathed in, feeling the sensations of your touch as though they were against her bare skin.

“Stay close, please.” You simply stated, tugging her back towards you gently. “If you would like.”

“I would like very much.”

You raised an amused eyebrow at her immediate reply and she battled back embarrassment as she made direct eye contact you, unabashed in the truth of her words.

“Your Grace, you look enchanting tonight.” Eloise complimented truthfully, admiring you. “I am only disheartened I have to share this awe-inspiring view with others.”

“You could admire me further in private, if you simply ask to do so.” You shrugged, a smirk on your lips.

Eloise blinked innocently, narrowing her eyes (cutely) as she attempted to recognise the hidden meaning—your words and tone making her feel warm all over.

She was about to open her mouth to adhere to your request when another approached.

“Your Grace,” a well dressed man you did not know walked to you both, bowing to you deeply while staring. “Lady Bridgerton.” He shortly acknowledged.

“It is indeed a pleasure.” Eloise muttered with a tight, bitter smile as she stepped closer to you—feeling dismay at how this man was staring at you.

“Quite.” He agreed, still gazing at you. “It has come to my attentions that your dance card is still empty, Your Grace—“

“Is it?” You interrupted, tilting your head innocently. “Allow me.” You implored to him, holding you hand out for his quill that a man was required to bring, to scribe on a lady’s dance card.

He blinked, a smirk crawling to rest on his mouth as he wielded to you his quill. You took it and immediately turned to Eloise, who grinned crookedly at you when you extended your wrist to her with the man’s quill.

The gent sputtered and flailed usefully in your peripherals but you could frankly give less of a shirt—staring at Eloise as she gently clasped your wrist in her hand, writing hurriedly onto your dance card with a triumphant grin upon her lips.

Fuck. You wanted to kiss her.

“This—this is hardly—“

“Enough? I do quite agree.” You aunt announced as she made her rare appearance on the ballroom floor, glowering superiorly at this unknown man. “I will organise more dances for you and your beloved. Now, shoo, shoo.” She turned to you, ushering you to the floor as a new dance began, a secret wink shot at you.

You and Eloise clasped hands, running away and towards the rest of the couples, giggling like children as you left the treacherous man with your darling aunt.

“You are a marvel.” Eloise laughed out softly, cheeks burning with joy, eyes crinkled as you stood across from one another—curtsying to each other. “I could not have asked for a better partner—in well, everything.”

“Oh, El.” You beamed, an enamoured giggle leaving your throat. “Believe me, it is I who is the lucky one.”

“Rubbish.” She rolled her eyes playfully, “never had I envisioned, even in my wildest fantasies, that—that I could. . would feel this way for another. But, you have invoked such—such emotion in me, it is almost a miracle.” Eloise laughed sheepishly. “You are not only angel in beauty and mind alike, you are also a miracle worker. . Are you not simply all a woman could ever want?”

“If you insist, Lady Bridgerton—“ You grinned widely, shrugging playfully at her.

You both laughed together, garnering sneers and smiles alike, although none of it was noticed. Lost in your own little bubble, hearts and butterflies practically fluttering around the pair of you.

In a spur of the moment, you decided to break from the traditional dance, pulling Eloise impossibly close to you before twirling her out—her dress billowing: she yelped in shock before you were both laughing giddily, others on the dance floor stumbling in bewilderment.

All eyes were on you both but you could not care, did not notice. You spun Eloise around before twirling her back to your front, swinging her playfully as she laughed loudly and you grinned uncontrollably down at her.

The sudden lack of chatter caused your shared laughter to slowly die out, looking about only to realise all eyes were on you both.

People blinked owlishly at the pair of you and you could feel Eloise begin to tense defensively before a sharp whistling erupted—followed by whoops and claps.

Everyone turned to see Benedict, fingers to his lips as he whistled uproariously. Kate was whooping and cheering happily, smiling ear to ear and Anthony, arm around her waist, was following her lead. Violet was politely clapping, a barely noticeable sheen of happy tears at her eyes at seeing her daughter to happy—Lady Danbury at her side, was applauding wholeheartedly as well. Colin was grinning, cheering—Penelope at his side was similarly expressing. Daphne and Simon were clapping loudly: The Queen, back on her platform, was engaging in a secret applause of her own, concealing her smile with Brimsley at her back doing the same.

Eloise and You blinked.

“Yes, yes!” Eloise snapped over the cheering, concealing her own smile and touched emotions. “We are quite besotted, thank you all for noticing, if you could return to your prior engagements that would sincerely appreciated.” She shouted, glaring at everyone.

The people of the ton twitched and blinked and fumbled in fear of the Bridgerton girl, returning to what they were doing—some sneaking looks back at you both.

When Eloise turned back to you in a pouty huff, you were beaming at her, mischief in your eyes.

“Besotted—?”

“Shut up!”

As your combined laughs echoed beautifully once again, all the Bridgertons and their extended family traded genuine smiles.

Their Eloise was incredibly happy, so it seemed: as were you.

[noellawrites]

Wolves - dark!Bridgerton Brothers x sister!reader

summary: your three older brothers make sure you are prepared to please your husband on your wedding night. but really, they’re more interested in you pleasing them. reader is 18+

warnings: incest, noncon, corruption, ruined innocence, coercion, virginity loss & sexual abuse

It had been three years since your departure, but it truly felt like much less. And although you loved your family, you were reluctant to return.

You had spent the last three years traveling around Europe with your Aunt Billie and her husband, and you did not wish for the adventures to be over so soon.

However, your mother’s most recent letter was quite clear: you would return home for this year’s social season. It was to be your society debut.

As your coach rattles down the cobblestone road to Bridgerton House, your stomach rattles along with it.

Lifting the carriage window’s small curtain, you peek out onto the street and immediately laid your eyes upon seven of your eight siblings, along with your mother. Oh, you were excited to see your mother most of all!

It surprised you, but she was actually the one who defended your choice to travel against your brother, Anthony. He believed that at your age, you were much too young to embark into the real world.

He had a point, but your mother knew how independent and spirited you were, and Billie’s husband had just recently picked up a job traveling for his company. Anthony eventually gave in, and you had left.

This would be your first time home in three years. However, while you were in Greece, you were fortunate enough to meet up with Colin, one of your older brothers.

“We are here,” the carriage rider calls, landing a smack on the roof above you. All of a sudden, you hear shrieking noises and the tugging of the carriage’s latch.

“Oh for god’s sake, let her exit the carriage first!” your mother laughs on the other side.

You reach forward and push the door open, immediately swarmed by your youngest two siblings.

You laugh, embracing Gregory and Hyacinth before moving on to give everyone else a hug, too.

“It is so lovely to have my other half again,” your twin sister Eloise sighs, giving you a hug and then bumping your hip with hers.

As it was to be both yours and Eloise’s debut season, you had been exchanging nonstop correspondence. Eloise was reluctant to come out in society and find a husband, but you had to admit you were very excited.

In letters you received from your mother, she had mentioned wanting to introduce you to several eligible bachelors who have expressed interest in you, the worldly young Bridgerton returning from overseas travel.

Your stomach flutters at the possibility of several handsome men working to impress you.

“Let us all come inside and you can catch up with your siblings while we look at sample fabrics for your debut gown,” your mother says to you with a smile, then turns to wrangle all of your siblings inside.

“Do you have your gown already, Eloise?” you ask your twin as you walk inside together.

“Unfortunately yes,” she rolls her eyes. You reach out and interlock your pinkies together, your shared symbol of solidarity.

“Mother truly wastes no time,” you laugh, “I shall see yours, perhaps we may coordinate?”

Your family flows into the drawing room, where plates of hors d’oeuvres are being brought out by the staff.

“We have to wear those frilly monstrosities on our heads this year,” Eloise huffs.

What Eloise lacked in enthusiasm for marriage, you made up for. It was no secret that you were excited and hopeful about finding a love match.

“So we must wear a white gown as well?” you ask, prompting your mother to laugh.

“Oh, yes. All the better to allow your future husband to envision you on your wedding day,” she smiles, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“But only after he meets our approval,” Benedict points out with a smirk, tilting his chalice towards you.

“You three musn’t be too harsh on the poor men,” you laugh, “at least give them chance.”

“A chance? No, not with our sweet little sisters,” Anthony shakes his head.

Your mother laughs, swatting your oldest brother on the shoulder.

“Alright dear, let me show you Eloise’s dress. We must bring your measurements to the modiste to ensure your dress is ready in time,” your mother says, escorting you down the hall.

-

“I look stupid!” your twin sister grumbles, turning as you lace up the back of her dress.

“No you don’t, Eloise! But these… headpieces are a little much,” you grimace, reaching a hand up to adjust your crooked headpiece in the mirror.

“Everyone is going to laugh,” Eloise sighs, sucking in a breath as you lace the dress tighter.

“Hm… well, Gregory and Hyacinth, maybe. Oh! And definitely Colin and Benedict,” you reply.

“That’s most of them! Daphne isn’t even here to defend us.”

“Mother will. And Anthony, he knows how important this is,” Eloise gives you a sharp look in the mirror, “… well, at least to me,” you finish.

“Let’s get this over with,” Eloise says, turning to lace up your dress.

All of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door.

“Are you ladies almost finished?”

“Yes, Eloise is just lacing up my dress and we’ll be right down, Colin,” you say, before Eloise yanks your lacings and pulls the white dress tighter.

-

Your debut in front of the queen was quite eventful, and you could hardly believe you’d been named diamond of the season. It still hadn’t set in, along with the first Lady Whistledown edition that would appear tomorrow and undoubtedly feature you.

The debut was followed by the ball, where you had your dance card completely filled by twelve different bachelors (and once dance saved for each of your three older brothers, of course.)

By the end of the night, your feet ached and you were itching to climb into your nightgown and your comfy bed. Your chambermaid was pulling pins from your carefully styled hair when one knock came sounded against your door.

Your chambermaid opens the door, and the maid who knocked at the door quietly talks to her.

“Miss, you have been requested in your brother’s study,” your chambermaid explains, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Like this? But it’s almost my bedtime,” you frown, reaching a hand up to touch your half-pinned hair.

“Yes, miss. We can fix your hair if you would like?” your own maid offers.

“N-no, I’m sure it’s nothing,” you stammer.

As the other maid walks you to the door of Anthony’s study, you look down at your trembling hands.

What if the queen changed her mind? What if you weren’t the real diamond of the season? Or what if, god forbid, you had already received a marriage proposal? It was much too early, you still hadn’t even met all of this season’s eligible gentlemen.

“Your sister is—“

“Let her in.”

You enter the room, seeing Anthony leaned over his massive wooden desk, Colin looking nervous with a glass in his hand, and Benedict smirking, perched on the couch with a whole bottle of spirits in his hand.

“Wh-what is the matter?” You ask, looking around.

It was only your three older brothers, no one else in sight. They were all still clothed in their suits from the party, and you suddenly felt very underdressed.

“Take a seat, dearest sister,” Benedict says, still smirking, beckoning you over to where he sat on the settee.

You glance at Anthony, wearing a stressed expression on his face.

“We have… some concerns,” Colin blurts out, staring into his crystal glass.

“As you are now the diamond, such as was Daphne, you are at a high risk of becoming…” Anthony trails off.

“Compromised?” Benedict offers.

“Yes. Compromised. We want to inform you of how to keep yourself safe until we approve of a husband for you,” Anthony finishes.

“One of your own selection, of course,” Colin adds.

“Wh-what should I do?” you ask nervously, sitting down next to Benedict.

“It is easier if we show you, little bug,” Benedict offers, reaching an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

“Men are wolves, vicious creatures, do not forget that,” Anthony says, tilting his glass towards you.

You nod obediently, instinctively cuddling closer to your second oldest brother as you let out a yawn.

“Are you tired, bug?” he smiles, tucking a piece of your once-pinned hair behind your ear.

You nod, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You open them again when Anthony sits down beside you on the couch, sandwiching you between your two oldest brothers.

“Come here,” Anthony orders, pulling you by your hips onto his lap.

“Anthony!” you squeal.

“The first step is to ensure you are never alone with any man, unsupervised. They will lure you into vulnerable positions such as this,” Anthony explains.

“But… I always used to sit on your lap,” you frown, furrowing your brows.

“Yes, but it will be different with someone who is not your brother. Give me your hand. Do you feel this?” he asks, moving your hand between your legs and his, resting on a mound inside his pants.

“O-oh! Yes—“ you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“This happens to a man when he becomes aroused, and they will expect you to take care of it. Do you understand?” Anthony asks sternly.

“I’m sorry Anthony, but I don’t think I do,” you frown.

“How much has our mother told you about… intimacy and childbearing?” Colin asks, adjusting himself in his chair as he looks away uncomfortably.

“N-nothing, she told me she would explain it all before my wedding night,” you explain.

“Tsk, tsk. She said the same to Daphne, and the Duke lured her into a compromising position,” Benedict chides.

“I don’t want that to happen to me,” you freeze, eyes going wide.

You didn’t even think about how you were in a compromising position right now, older brothers situated around you in various stages of arousal.

“Then follow our lead, hm?” Benedict says, stroking your arm softly. You smile at him softly and nod, and Anthony’s grip on you tightens.

“Have you ever seen a male’s private area before?” Anthony asks, voice low in your ear.

“No, of course not!” you gasp. Although you had many brothers, you each had your own private chambers and maids to attend to you.

“Colin?” Anthony directs, and your brother closest in age to you, whom you grew up playing and having innocent fun with, stands in front of you with a hand on his waistband.

“A-Anthony, are you sure—“

“Colin,” Anthony says sternly.

You keep your eyes fixed forward, watching as Colin lets his undergarments drop to the floor.

“This is Colin’s private area. He’s quite thick, as you can see, and he brings much pleasure to the women he pursues,” Anthony explains, and Colin holds up his cock and steps forward so you can see it closer.

“And you each… have one?” you ask, voice quivering.

“Yes, of course. This is how babies are made, hm? This goes right into your own private area,” Anthony explains. Your body seizes up as his hand moves beneath the fabric of your underclothes and up your thigh, only stopping once his finger meets your small, slick entrance.

“O-ooh!” you gasp, clenching your cunt unwillingly, causing Anthony’s grip to tighten around your waist.

“One of those is… supposed to fit in me? Right there?” you sniffle, fear setting in.

“Yes, what a smart girl,” Benedict smiles, leaning over and cupping your face, “would you like to see mine?”

He had asked so nicely. You smile softly and nod, pink blush rising up your cheeks. Benedict pushes his bottoms down, and you watch as his cock bounces up and hits his stomach, leaving a small smear of white.

“The white cream is what goes inside of you to make the baby,” Anthony explains, now stroking your hair.

“The more aroused we are, the harder we get,” Colin says, clearing his throat. Benedict is much harder than Colin, but Colin starts to touch himself and you watch his cock harden.

Anthony beckons to Colin, who steps forward until your face is pretty much level with his cock.

“Go on, baby. Lick it like a lolly,” Anthony encourages. His finger prods at your entrance, trying to see how tight you really are.

“Would you like to touch mine as well?” Benedict asks, scooting closer on the settee.

“I don’t know if I should…” you squeak, until you feel Anthony pinch your pussy lip.

“Don’t be rude, little one. Show your brothers how thankful you are for the lesson.”

“I-I am thankful,” you nod, reaching a hand out for Benedict as you place your lips on Colin.

“F-fuck—“ Colin groans, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open in immense pleasure.

“Mmhm, good job, bug,” Benedict sighs.

Beneath you, Anthony is shimmying his pants down. Once they are discarded on the floor, you can feel the heat emanating from his private area.

“I’m going to show you how your husband will breech you on your wedding night, little one,” Anthony explains, stroking your arm softly.

“Anthony, n-no! I thought— isn’t that for my future husband?” you squeak.

He laughs, “I am your brother, I do not count.”

“Anthony, you said we could flip a coin for her virginity,” Benedict hisses.

“I am the eldest brother, Ben. You are welcome to Eloise,” he says with a laugh.

“Come on, Anthony,” Benedict groans, leaning back.

“If it doesn’t count, then I can take you next?” you offer politely, ever the one for manners as you had grown up being taught them through your entire life.

You catch a twinkle in Ben’s eye, “maybe another time, angel.”

“This is going to hurt, little one. Just for a moment,” Anthony warns. He sweeps your hair to one side and begins kissing your neck and shoulder, causing you to moan on Colin’s cock.

“Chrissake—“ Colin groans, bucking his hips and sinking deeper into your mouth.

While you touch Benedict and suck on Colin, Anthony lines up his cock to your slick, small entrance and pushes his tip inside you.

“Oooooh-oh-ohhh!” you gasp, pain rippling through you as you lean forward, feeling like you’re being ripped in half.

“Shhh, little one, it will feel good in a moment,” Benedict laughs.

You try to focus on sucking the few inches of Colin’s cock that you could take in your mouth. Meanwhile, Benedict watches Anthony’s pleasure-filled face as he finally enters his little sister for the first time.

“A-Anthony, it hurts!” you gasp, dropping Colin’s cock from between your lips to cry out in pain.

“Tightest cunt I’ve ever been inside of,” Anthony hisses, rocking his hips against you.

“Let us have our turns inside of her, Anthony. Before you wear her out,” Colin pleads, cupping your face as you try to hold back tears.

“Oh alright,” Anthony sighs. He lifts you off of his lap, and you feel his cock plop out from your folds. You look down and watch as a string of blood connects you two.

“Now for Benedict,” Anthony smirks, laying you down across the settee and standing up, cock in hand.

“You are so delicious,” Benedict coos, leaning over you, “and I cannot wait to devour you.”

Benedict kisses you hard, your head swimming as you try to grasp onto his shoulders.

“B-Benny,” you whimper between kisses, feeling his cock rubbing between your folds. You look over and see your two other brothers standing over you, touching themselves.

“Wish I could have you every day,” he moans, snaking a hand up your nightgown. You tense up as you feel him pinch one of your nipples.

“Ben, I don’t want to do this anymore,” you say, looking up at your two other brothers with tears in your eyes.

At first, it had felt like a true lesson. But now, you felt violated, used, and confused by your own older brothers who were supposed to protect you.

Anthony laughs from above you, “already? Poor Colin hasn’t even had his turn yet.”

“Please stop,” you beg.

“I’ll give you what you truly want, little bug. All women want is to feel a real man inside of them, especially ones of their own blood,” Benedict says, and you feel his tip nudging its way inside your opening. Another brother violating you.

“I can’t wait very long,” Colin mumbles, and you notice his cock is red, hard and throbbing.

“Alright, brother,” Benedict snaps, “at least let me feel her first.”

Your eyes go wide as Benedict clamps a hand over your mouth, preparing you as he pushes his entire cock inside of you.

“Oh fuck, Anthony, you were right,” Ben groans.

“Always am,” he smirks, looking down at you with his hungry wolf eyes.

You didn’t know anything at all about sex, at least until tonight, but you knew this wasn’t what you wanted as Ben stretched your hole to fit his cock inside.

And, like a good older brother, Anthony could practically read your mind.

“This is the true duty of a woman, of a wife. Your job is to produce children and raise them, but above all, it is to keep your husband pleased. It does not matter what you want,” Anthony explains.

“You will receive pleasure from their happiness,” Colin adds.

“And ours,” Benedict huffs, his cock still pumping inside you.

Your head falls back onto the settee as you let yourself surrender to the feeling.