Hospital Room
Laura's eyes fluttered open to harsh white light and the sting of antiseptic mixed with the overpowering sweetness of panic-bought lilies.
Lina sat beside her, clutching her hand like a lifeline. Mark stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking ten years older. Alex was right there: chair dragged as close as possible, eyes bloodshot, still wearing the same blood-stained T-shirt from the accident, fingers laced through hers.
Laura's voice was barely a rasp: "Hey… you guys came."
Lina burst into happy-sobbing, pressing Laura's hand to her cheek. "Of course we came, baby."
Mark cleared his throat, gruff and thick: "Like we'd be anywhere else, kiddo."
Laura's gaze slid to Alex.
Her brow furrowed. "Alex… why do you have a bruise on your cheek? And a split lip?"
Alex froze for half a heartbeat, then that infuriating smirk crept back.
"Got distracted by this really hot nurse in the hallway," he said softly, teasing. "Tripped over my own feet and ate the floor."
The heart monitor beeped faster.
Laura's eyes narrowed, even through the morphine fog. "Say that again."
Alex opened his mouth:
Mark cut in like a gunshot. "Alex. Shut it. Right now."
The smirk vanished.
Mark looked at Laura, voice softer. "I hit him."
Dead silence except for the monitor.
Laura blinked slowly.
Then her free hand searched blindly until Alex took it.
She smiled: tiny, fierce, possessive. "Good. He's mine. Only I get to distract him with my beauty."
Alex exhaled a laugh that sounded like a sob, pressed his forehead to their joined hands.
"Only you," he whispered. "Always only you."
Lina wiped her eyes, half-laughing, half-crying.
Mark pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "I need something a hell of a lot stronger than hospital coffee."
Laura, already drifting again, mumbled: "When I get out of here… you're sleeping on the couch for that joke, Alexander."
Alex kissed her knuckles, voice thick with tears and relief: "Worth it."
Five Years Later
The last moving box hit the floor with a soft thud.
Laura straightened, rolled her shoulders, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Sunlight poured through the huge windows of their new house: their house.
She turned.
Alex leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants and that same crooked smile that had ruined her for life. Laura padded over barefoot, wedding ring glinting, and mirrored him: shoulder against the wall, hip brushing his.
"Why are you smiling like that, mister?"
Alex lifted his left hand, tapped the platinum band on his finger. "You can't call me brother anymore."
Laura's tongue traced her lower lip. She stepped into his space until her breasts brushed his bare chest.
"You're right," she whispered, voice dripping sin.
"I can't call you brother now." Her eyes met his. "Because you're my Daddy."
Alex's pupils blew wide.
He exhaled a rough laugh. "You really have an incurable incest fetish, babe."
Laura slid her palms up his abs, nails dragging, and rose on her toes until her lips grazed his ear.
"Who's your babe?" She nipped his lobe. "You'll call me Mommy."
Alex's hand shot up, grabbed her left breast through the thin sundress, and squeezed hard enough to make her gasp. With his other hand he fisted her hair, yanked her flush against him.
"I should fuck that fetish right out of you," he growled against her mouth.
Laura's breath hitched, eyes fluttering. "You can try, Daddy."
Alex squeezed her left breast hard enough to make her gasp. With his other hand he fisted her hair, yanked her head back, and crushed his mouth to hers.
The kiss was years of hunger: teeth, tongues, shared breath, the taste of forever.
But forever wasn't gentle.
Alex broke the kiss only to attack her neck: lips sucking bruises into the soft skin, tongue tracing her pulse, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her whimper.
Laura's hands fisted in his hair. "Daddy....fuck....yes...."
He tore the sundress down the front in one violent yank: fabric ripping, buttons flying across the hardwood floor. Her breasts spilled free: full, heavy, nipples already hard and begging.
Alex didn't waste a second.
He latched onto her left breast: sucking the nipple deep into his mouth, tongue swirling relentlessly, free hand squeezing the other so hard the flesh spilled between his fingers.
Laura's back arched against the wall, moan tearing from her throat. "Ahh....Daddy....harder...."
He switched sides: biting the nipple lightly, then sucking so hard her knees buckled. His hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger until it was red and swollen.
Laura was panting, hips grinding against his thigh. "More....please....eat me...."
Alex dropped to his knees without a word, shoved her thighs apart with rough hands, and buried his face in her pussy.
No teasing.
Just raw devouring: tongue fucking deep, lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard while two fingers curled inside her and stroked that spot relentlessly. Laura's hands slammed against the wall for balance.
Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. "Daddy....fuck....your mouth....ahh...."
He added a third finger, stretching her, tongue flicking her clit faster, harder. She came in under a minute: screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head, flooding his mouth with her release.
Laura shoved him back onto the floor and straddled his face. "My turn, Daddy."
She ground down, riding his tongue while her hands pinned his to the hardwood. Then she slid down his body, yanked his sweatpants off, and took his cock in her mouth without warning.
She sucked him like she owned him: deep-throating until her nose pressed against his pelvis, gagging herself deliberately, saliva dripping down his balls.
Alex's hips jerked. "Mommy....fuck....your mouth...."
Laura pulled off with a pop, climbed up, and sank down onto him in one drop: no condom, just raw heat.
She rode him dominantly:
Hips rolling in slow, torturous circles, clenching around him until his eyes rolled back. Breasts bouncing gently, hands on his chest for leverage.
"Daddy....feel that? That's Mommy owning you."
She planted her feet, rose high, and slammed down again and again: hard, fast, breasts bouncing so violently they slapped her chin.
Hair flying, eyes locked on his. "Take it, Daddy....ahh....take Mommy's pussy...."
She spun around, leaned forward, and rode him reverse: ass bouncing like a piston, spreading herself with both hands so he could watch every inch disappear.
Pulling her own hair, moaning: "Mommy's so wet for you, Daddy....fuck...."
Feet flat on the floor, hands on his knees, she dropped into a full squat and fucked him so hard the hardwood creaked.
Eyes rolling back, screaming: "Daddy....harder....fill Mommy up...."
Alex couldn't take it anymore.
He sat up, grabbed her waist, and flipped her onto her back without pulling out.
Now his turn.
Legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, thrusting so deep her eyes rolled white.
Breasts crushed against her thighs, bouncing with every slam.
"Mommy....fuck....you feel so good...."
Flipped her face-down, shoved a pillow under her hips, and mounted her: hair pulled back, back arched.
Spanking her ass red between thrusts. "Take Daddy's cock, Mommy....ahh....scream for me...."
Sat up, hooked his arms under her knees, locked his hands behind her neck: folded and helpless.
Fucked her upward with brutal force. Her tits jiggled insanely, eyes permanently rolled back, mouth open in a constant moan.
Lifted her, slammed her back to the wall, legs around his waist. Pounded her so hard picture frames rattled. Hair pulling, neck biting, her nails carving into his back.
Threw her on the bed, folded her in half again: ankles by her ears: and destroyed her.
Deepest thrusts possible. Her breasts bounced like they were trying to escape her body.
Eyes rolling back, screaming: "Daddy....come inside Mommy....please....!"
He devastated her: breaking her through orgasm after orgasm until she was a shaking, sobbing mess.
But even as she came undone, she gasped between thrusts: "Fuck me harder, Daddy....never stop...."
Alex roared, slammed deep one final time, and came: pulsing inside her, collapsing on top of her.
They lay wrecked, panting, laughing through the aftershocks.
Laura's voice was nothing but a shattered rasp: "You… couldn't get my fetish out of you… Daddy."
Alex's grin was feral, drenched in sweat and victory. "Good. Because I'm never stopping trying to fuck it out of you, Mommy."
He pushed up on one elbow, eyes black with renewed hunger.
Laura felt it instantly: his cock, still buried inside her, swelling again, impossibly fast, impossibly hard.
She tried to squirm away, breathless laughter turning to panic. "No....Alex....wait....!"
He seized her thighs with both hands, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise instantly, and yanked her back across the hardwood with one violent jerk. Her ass slammed against his hips.
His cock speared her in the same brutal motion: one merciless, bone-rattling thrust that punched the air from her lungs and made her spine bow off the floor.
Laura's scream cracked the air.
Alex's voice was pure animal: "Who's Alex, Mommy? Your Daddy is going to split you in half."
Alex grabbed a fistful of her hair, twisted until her scalp burned, and unleashed. Thrusts so savage the entire house shook: Hips snapping like a jackhammer. Balls slapping her ass with wet, obscene cracks. Every stroke slamming so deep her cervix felt it. The hardwood scraping her back raw with every violent drag. Laura's body jolted forward with every impact, breasts flung upward so hard they slapped her chin, then crashed back down.
Her eyes rolled completely white. Tears streaked sideways into her hair. Her mouth stayed open in a constant, broken scream: "Daddy....fuck....too....much....!"
He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, shoved her face into the floor, and mounted her prone: One hand clamped over her mouth and nose, letting her breathe only when he allowed. The other yanking her hips up so high her knees left the ground. Thrusts so deep and fast her whole body slid across the wood with every stroke. Spanking her ass between thrusts until it glowed angry crimson. Laura's muffled screams vibrated against his palm.
Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, squirting in messy arcs with every brutal orgasm.
He ripped her up by the hair, spun her, slammed her back to the wall, lifted her clean off the ground, and impaled her standing: Legs forced around his waist. Arms pinned above her head. Thrusts so violent her tits bounced like they were trying to escape her body. Biting her neck hard enough to leave perfect teeth marks.
Then he threw her back to the floor, folded her completely in half: ankles locked behind her ears: and destroyed her in mating press. Every thrust was a punishment: Deep enough to make her sob. Fast enough to make the hardwood creak and splinter. Hard enough that her breasts jiggled so violently they left red marks on her own chin
Laura was gone: Voice shattered, Eyes permanently rolled back, Body limp and convulsing. Only able to produce broken, guttural "Daddy....Daddy....Daddy...." with every breath.
Outside, the sun sank behind the trees.
Inside, five years later, they were still the same two reckless, possessive, insatiable disasters who fell in love in the dark.
Some fetishes don't die. They just get forever.