#okay i need to go shower and get ready for my therapy session LMFAOOOO

[umemiyan]

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.⌇ 18+ only, mdni / incest / pregnancy / infidelity / heavy petting / just an idea i had last night that i felt the need to share so i drabbled this out. he’s heavy on the brain rn it’s kinda scaring me. (dividers by cafekitsune)

hear me out: suguru and his pregnant twin sister who’s freshly married to another man.

it’s rather early in the pregnancy, but your husband insists on having someone stay with you while he’s away on a business trip just in case something were to happen. and there’s no better option than your very own brother, suguru, who happily agrees when you ask. he’s strong, sensible, and perfectly capable of handling any situation that might go awry. if he doesn’t cause one himself.

you’ve always been close—closer than your average pair of siblings, really. life wasn’t kind to you both growing up, so you often had to lean on one another for support, acting like a pair of adults long before either you ever became of age. it allowed a certain maturity to settle in your bones, but robbed you of most normalcy.

spending time alone with him in the home is just like old times. you cook dinner together and wash the dishes, suguru stepping out onto the balcony for a smoke afterwards, but you can’t join him for a chat this time; your husband nearly goes into cardiac arrest whenever someone lights up within 200 feet of you. suguru doesn’t blame him for it, but his cigarette butts are longer when you aren’t out there with him.

your place is pretty nice—much nicer than anywhere the two of you had lived when you were younger. those days have long past, but suguru still can’t help but feel a little out of place as he sits on the sofa and watches tv on a screen that practically consumes the entire space. or maybe he’s simply envious that another man was able to give you a better life before he could.

you call out for him from in the shower, breaking his daze. “suguruuu!”

he stands and makes his way into the steamy bathroom. something about this feels so familiar. “yeah?”

“i left my towel on the shelf out there. can you get it?” the water is shut off but you don’t feel like dripping water all over the floor to fetch your towel, so he brings it to you with a half-smile.

“thank you,” you say, opening the curtain to reach out and take it, not expecting him to be watching.

“still forgetting your towels, i see.” he teases you and casts a glance over the parts of your body he can view as you dry yourself off.

“yeah, sometimes.”

“you’d probably forget your tits if they weren’t attached.” suguru makes a quick reach to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers before you swat him away, trying to hold back a laugh.

“stop it! don’t be a freak.”

you’re both grinning, and he chuckles. “i’m just telling the truth.”

you half expect him to leave now, but he just leans against the counter and keeps watching you. “you were particularly bad for forgetting your towels when we lived in the motel for some reason.”

you mostly finish drying yourself off and lazily sling the fabric around your torso before leaning against the counter next to him for the last steps of your routine.

“yeah, well… it was probably because in the back of my mind i always knew you wouldn’t be far away to bring it to me.”

he grows silent. that makes something swell in his chest.

you pause what you’re doing to look over at him. “you just gonna stand and stare, or…?”

suguru smirks. “yeah. what of it?”

you roll your eyes playfully. “weirdo.”

he chuckles. “yeah. weirdo.”

you still do everything in more or less the same way as before, but perhaps in an even more beautiful manner somehow. he can’t stop himself from reaching out to tuck a stray wet piece of hair behind your ear with the gentleness of a lover, letting his fingers travel across your shoulder and eventually down to where the towel is haphazardly tucked around you.

“i used to always think we might somehow get married someday—that you’d be my beautiful wife.” suguru hooks a finger beneath the towel and starts tugging, but you give him a side-eye and lock your arm down to keep it in place. this only tempts him more, and he chuckles “crazy, huh? well it just made sense to me.”

he moves to stand behind you and use his strength to pull the towel down until it lands on the floor and you huff with a pout, distracted from what you were doing. his massive hands splay across your ribcage as he watches in the mirror, creeping up until he can stroke his thumbs over your nipples, making you jump. so sensitive.

“i couldn’t imagine a version of my life without your head on the pillow next to mine,” he continues to admit, touch slowly causing you to melt against him.

your body has felt so different lately, but not all of it has been so bad. there have been moments of discomfort, confusion, and even dysphoria as you wrapped your head around your first pregnancy, but there were also times when all you wanted was for someone to brush against your aching cunt—

suguru’s fingers slip down between your thighs until they can dip into your pussy for a teasing touch, letting him test the waters and get a feel for your beautiful body. he knows in his soul that it was made for him; it fits perfectly within his hands, even now.

“sugu…”

he loves it when you call him that.

he leans so close that his breath invades your ear with a half-whisper. “why don’t you come be my wife instead?” he pulls his fingers away from your clit and moves his hand up to rest over the slight bump in your belly, wide palm and thick digits covering a majority of the space, almost as if he’s protecting it, claiming it. “the baby can be ours.”

you inch away from him then, pulling yourself out of the spell he cast over you. “suguru, stop it. why would you say that?” you turn to face him and feel the heat of shame and guilt slither throughout your entire being.

you’re married. suguru is your brother. you shouldn’t have even let him touch you in the first place; he was being irrational and invasive, speaking and doing things that didn’t make sense.

but… they did make a little sense. in fact, they made more sense to you who used to have similar thoughts than they probably would to anyone else. but that was beside the point.

suguru chuckles at you with a dark and lusty yet melancholic look in his eye, affectionately taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “just being a weirdo i guess; saying what’s on my mind.”

he searches your gaze one last time before releasing you and walking away. before he can clear the door, however, he turns to say one last thing:

“but i could feel how wet your pretty pussy got.”

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