stephanie 🍎

cw 🔞🍎🍏 pseudoincest, 3p (threesome), mc x netherlord x high marshal her vision is blurry when the thunder rumbles loudly outside. skyhaven is gray and gloomy, but she stretches with a sleepy smile when she looks up and sees her big brother's face… faces. she rubs her eyes, muttering incoherently about seeing double of her brother. when she opens her eyes, two calebs stare down at her: one with gorgeous, long, brown hair sitting by her feet, and the other with his arm draped over her pillows. that one seems particularly smug if the glint in his eye gave anything away. "caleb?" she asks meekly. "baby sister," the two caleb-like figures echo. she's not sure if it's a dream or not, but her mind is suddenly flooded with 'what-ifs' about her two big brothers and what they could do to one of her. clearly, some damage can be done here. "so naughty." the one next to her grins, introducing himself as her empress counterpart's big brother: the high marshal. the long haired one doesn't say anything about her unspoken dirty thoughts, leaning forwards and gently brushing his armored hand against her cheek. he whispers to her, long hair tickling her collarbones as he introduces himself as her big brother, the netherlord. she squirms when they close the distance, hands soothing the pretty red blooming on her chest. the blanket is pulled off her sleep-warmed skin, exposing the cute pajamas she has on. "take this off for your big brothers," the high marshal murmurs, toying with the thin strap before leaning down to press kisses to her neck. "please, baby sister," comes the whisper of the netherlord who drags the tip of his nose along her ear. she feels like she's in heaven, not wasting a moment to strip. it's a miracle her panties aren't soaked through yet when the netherlord spreads her legs apart to find a place there. he leans down, holding eye contact as he peels her panties off with his teeth. she blushes, shifting her attention to the high marshal who has taken a liking to her tits, squeezing and massaging the fattiness. she moans, already on the edge of overstimulation. it's enough when her own caleb is towering over her, hips slapping against her as he drives his cock into her wet seam… but having two calebs? she's brought back to reality when fingers trace her wet slit, a low hum coming from the netherlord. they make eye contact above the high marshal's head who seems busy sucking at her nipples. he grins, sliding in two fingers, his thumb brushing her little clit. "so wet," the netherlord purrs, gaining the high marshal's attention. he doesn't say anything, quenching his jealousy by indulging in her tits again. he presses them together, sucking both nipples at the same time now. she gasps when her legs are pushed apart, the sound of her own pussy squelching reaching her ears. the red on her cheeks bloom into a darker shade, the blood rushing there and to her clit which has begun to swell. her eyes widen when they both pull away at the same time, fishing out their hard cocks. she's not sure why she's surprised that they resemble her own caleb's cock when they are the same person, just from different universes it seems. they switch places, the netherlord kissing up her neck. he ravages her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples with fervor. he takes her wrists, pinning them above her head as he takes a good sniff at her neck. she blushes when he opens his eyes; his irises are engulfed by his pupils, so much so that she can see the lewd expression on her face reflected back at her. "pay attention to me, too," she hears from between her legs. she looks over, lip bitten. "no, look at me, baby sister," is whispered in her ear. she doesn't know who to look at, and before she can even make a decision, her big brothers pull back. she lets out a pathetic whine, quickly placated when the high marshal crawls over her, pushing the other to the side. "i guess we'll just have to learn to share you, huh?" the high marshal whispers. he nudges her legs apart as she catches the netherlord's armored hand brushing through her hair. she looks up, speechless. she's only able to give a nod when the high marshal nudges her wet slit with his weeping cockhead. he pushes in slowly, groaning as the tight walls swallow him eagerly. it's lewd how fast he sinks in, his hips flushed against hers. "that's not fair," she hears a mutter from the long-haired netherlord next to her. her back arches off the bed when he starts steadily thrusting, but his movements are quickly stopped by a jealous netherlord. she squeals when gets flipped over, the high marshal now laying beneath her as he thrusts up into her desperate pussy. she feels the netherlord shift, getting behind her and pushing his cock against her pussy. "w-wait," she stammers. "it's not going to fit—" she lets out a cry of discomfort, but arousal washes over her and all she can focus on is the fact that she has the dicks of her two big brothers in her. she feels the netherlord's cock force its way in, stretching the skin of her vulva. "oh my god!" she gasps when he bottoms out, his hands holding onto her hips. they take turns, one thrusting in and the other thrusting out, whispering praise and encouragement in her ear that has her walls clenching around their cocks. it's too much too fast, but the discomfort is so pleasurable when she knows it's coming from them. she's not sure how much time passes, the gray skies turning darker. the moon is barely able to peek out from the thickness of the clouds, going in and out. skyhaven is moonlit by the time she realizes she's going to come again. "i'm gonna come," she wails for the umpteenth time, the high marshal's fingers coming around her to rub tight circles around her puffy clit. "i'm gonna come— gonna come, p-please, i'm gonna—" her words slur into unintelligible babbles as she feels herself release around them, choking up when they follow suit again. it's a gush of cum from the three of them, bed sheets soaked with countless orgasms and pillows discarded on the floor. the room smells of sweat and sex. "such a good baby sister," the high marshal purrs against her, the netherlord's hands caressing her thighs gently as they come down from their high. for the first time in hours, the movement of hips comes to a slow. the door creaks open in the quiet room filled only by the effort to catch a breath. her big brother comes home, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 big brother, the colonel of the farspace fleet in this universe. "what the fuck is going on here?"