#thread: tyler & rowan 01

[thebestorworstofit]

@pessimc​ “based” on this and mostly tyler being a fuckin creep 

“come on, angel.. you can do it without me, remember?” tyler mused from where he sat on the far end of the bed, watching his cousin mount and hump the pillow between her thighs. it was the same game year after year and quite possibly the only thing he looked forward to when it came to these dopey family vacations. quite frankly he didn’t have much in common with a majority of his family members and his parents couldn’t stand to resist asking him about a real job in front of every one of them as if he wasn’t supporting himself well enough as it were. but rowan, his sweet and supportive cousin who had become delightfully pliable as she got older, made it all worth it. what started with him sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night so he could silently rub up against her to waking her with his cock gliding in and out of her mouth as if she were something he had a right to. she reminded him this morning how wrong it all was, and as cute as he found rowan’s little attempt to stand her ground, he also took it as moment to remind her how much he didn’t care. “you never take this long to cum when it’s me you���re on top of.” he added, his smug tone matching his actions as he settled back into the wooden bedframe with his arms comfortably crossed over his chest as he voiced his every thought, “you’re so fuckin’ wet but can’t get... nothing like how you come undone riding my tongue like that, huh baby?”

[thebestorworstofit]

his gaze was looming with a mix of satisfaction and lust, watching her move against the pillow, how desperately her hips worked themselves as she whined. he didn't even attempt to hold back the smug chuckle at her question, licking over his lower lip as he brought his stare back up to meet her own. eyes locked on rowan's as he shook his head. "you made it clear you don't want me to touch you anymore, why do you deserve my thigh to rub up on?"

his disappointment showed almost entirely glancing at his crotch and back up to her, "look at you, all wet and aching and it's not even making me hard anymore. maybe you should call that little boyfriend of yours, see if he can talk you through it - since we both know how easily you can be talked over that sweet little ledge." tyler spoke with his smirk darkening and gaze narrowing as he let his ego take over, "in fact - that's exactly what you should do, row. call him, prove he gets you to cum just as hard as i do and i'll leave you alone the rest of the trip. i'll even be a good sport and let you use my thigh - if you really need the help."

the two of them had been doing this for the past few years, she couldn’t quite remember how they’d even started. all she knew was each year she’d wake up with him in her room, doing something different to her sleeping body. she stared over at him, rolling her eyes as she squished the pillow and sat on it, the cool fabric instantly warming up with the warmth between her thighs.

her hands were grasping at the pillow between her legs, her bare cunt dragging along it, the friction delicious as she tried so so hard to get off for him. she’d talked to him this morning, hoping to get him to see what she saw, that they couldn’t keep doing this forever. it was fun before, honestly she thought it still was, and he was right, she couldn’t get off without him between her thighs. and that was part of the reason why she’d even gone to talk to him. she’d started dating someone recently and the fact that she couldn’t even be intimate with them because she was nervous she’d moan tyler’s name and have to explain it to them drove her crazy.

“can’t i just sit on your thigh or something?? the pillow’s too soft.” she pouted at him, still moving her hips back and forth. he was just teasing her now and she didn’t want to sit here all day, letting him watch her hump a pillow. “tyler, come on…” she whined, leaning back and trying to get the right angle for the pillow to hit against her clit. / @thebestorworstofit