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Viserra shifts in front of her ring light. She holds up two shades of lavender by her face. To some, they may look identical. Viserra knows better. She knows that her older brother, Baelon, likes a cooler shade. She knows that Aemon likes an outfit with a bit of lace. She tries to incorporate both this thanksgiving, along with the lingerie Baelon and Aemon gifted her a few weeks ago. It’s the only thing that will make this dreadful event even the slightest bit bearable. That, and Alyssa and Jocelyn’s faces when she takes up all of their husband’s attention. She applies a liquid highlighter to her cheeks, and body shimmer on every visible part of her form. She swipes some lip gloss over her pout. Her older sister, Alyssa, never wears any makeup. She knows Baelon resents it, how she never seems to put in effort for him. She laces her dress up from the back, cap sleeves falling gently over her body, her cleavage pushed up, because both her brothers seem to go wild whenever she wears something that accentuates her tits. She can hear Alysanne shout something about, “We’re going to Thanksgiving, not a fashion show!” She rolls her eyes. “I’ll be down in five.” “Five, what? Minutes, seconds, hours, days, weeks, years? You can’t just say ‘five!’” Viserra doesn’t respond. Why should she? Her mother only gives a damn about Gael, and Baelon, and Aemon, and Daella, and
Alyssa
.
Viserra takes a quick shot of her cleavage and sends it to her groupchat with just Baelon and Aemon. Aemon is the oldest of all her siblings, and tries to conceal his affection for her much more than Baelon does. He still cares somewhat about his image. He’s a respectable man. He’s thirty-three years old, and poised to eventually take over his father’s conglomerate. He can’t be seen to be lusting over his fifteen year old little sister. Baelon is stricter, easier to rile up, the one who loves to grab her perfectly done hair and shove her hard into the mattress, spit in her face and lap it up. At thirty-one, with two little boys, he needs some stress relief. “Disciplining” his pretty little sister is one way to do it. Always the more punishing of the two, if he happens to see Viserra with a boy her age or in an outfit that he deems “too revealing,” she can be sure that her ass will be bright red by the time he’s done with her. Aemon is never as strict, unless it comes to her grades or if she drinks or does drugs. He always tells her he can’t have his “little girl” throwing her future away. They’ve both been her contacts for school since she was twelve. Alysanne never even cared enough to ask and Viserra doesn’t think that Jaehaerys could pry himself away from Saera’s pussy long enough to care.
Viserra buckles her mary jane heels. She is wearing lavender ruffled socks under her shoes. Aemon loves these childish details, which should be more concerning, given the fact that he has a little girl himself. She loves babysitting their children. She could be a better mother to those kids than their own mothers, she knows it. But her stupid mother married Aemon to Jocelyn, their half-aunt, and Baelon to Alyssa, with her crooked nose and plain features. She looks better than all her sisters, it’s just a fact. Perfect porcelain skin that dusts with pink when she’s embarrassed, perfect platinum blonde hair, perfect violet eyes, the perfect body,
perfectperfcectperfect
. She could name a million things about Jocelyn and Alyssa that are
wretched
and
ugly
and
imperfect.
“Viserra Targaryen! If you keep preening in front of that damned mirror I’ll leave you behind!” Her mother’s shrill voice pierces her ears. She fixes her earrings and necklace, adorning her hands with delicate rings and her right wrist with a tennis bracelet Aemon bought her when she finished middle school two years ago. She spritzes a vanilla perfume that both her brothers adore.
She grabs a matching lavender purse from her dresser, hurrying down the stairs, but not hurrying to the point where she sweats or her hair will stick to her lip gloss. Her gaze drifts to her father at the dining table. Her older sister, Saera is sitting on the table in front of him. Her heeled foot drags along his chest, giving him a clear view of the fact that she has no panties underneath. Viserra rolls her eyes. “Are you guys coming?” Jaehaerys stutters, as if he was in any way being subtle about his attraction to his own child, grabbing Saera’s thigh possessively. “We’ll come soon, your sister was just showing me something she was working on while she was away at university…” His throat bobs, and Viserra is no stranger to the look of desire on a man’s face. She simply blows a kiss at Saera, who dramatically catches it through the air and clutches it to her chest. The prodigal daughters, the object of Alysanne’s resentment. It’s an unholy alliance the two have formed, with Viserra knowing everything Saera does with their father and Saera knowing everything Viserra does with their brothers.
Viserra almost runs down the stairs to Alysanne’s Mercedes Benz. As much as she doesn’t love being around her mother, being trapped in a car with Jaehaerys and Saera would be
infinitely
more awkward. Alysanne turns to her, dirty blonde hair whipping around as she stares her child down. “Where is your father and sister?” She shrugs, twirling a piece of hair around her finger to distract from the cold feeling of her mother’s eyes on her. “Saera was showing dad some project she was working on at uni…” Alysanne’s hands clench the wheel, short but manicured nails digging into the leather of the steering wheel as her knuckles go white. Viserra doesn’t miss the way her mother’s jaw clenches. “Fine.”
Viserra looks at herself in her compact mirror while the car starts. Vaegon didn’t even come home for Thanksgiving break. Two busy at whatever place he was… Was it a monastery? Truly, Viserra couldn’t be bothered with the details. She never paid Vaegon much attention, though he was also one of her older siblings. He was obnoxious and snobby, and not in the way that was attractive on Aemon. He could be overly blunt, and not in the way that made her desperate for Baelon’s praise. Good, he could stay in whatever fucking holy place he was in.
The car rolls to a stop and Viserra doesn’t bother asking Gael if she would like some lip gloss. She simply squeezes her cheeks together to force a pout, swiping berry tinged stickiness over her lips. She feels oddly protective of Gael, smoothing down her hair. “You look
perfect
.” Her heart soars as Gael giggles and leans in to cuddle her. She can’t explain it.
She picks up the six year old, who looks rather small for her age, her size more akin to a four year old, on her hip. She loves her baby sister, of course, it also always seems to make her brothers more obsessive over her when she shows affection to the little ones in their family. She remembers painting Aemon’s daughter, Rhaenys’s nails as she giggled. The next day, Aemon had found a fun “mother-daughter bonding” vacation for his wife and child, and took Viserra over every surface in his
perfect
house. She still remembers the feeling of his hot cum pumping into her, claiming every inch of her. One day, she swears she'll carry both Aemon and Baelon’s children.
Viserys, Baelon’s four year old, runs over to her, giggling. She sets Gael down on the marble floor of Aemon and Jocelyn’s foyer, picking Viserys up. “Hi, honey!” She coos at him, tickling his soft little tummy. She doesn’t miss the way Baelon’s eyes fixate on her as she dotes on his eldest son. He holds his two year old, Daemon, in his arms, bouncing him gently. He sets the little terror on the ground, striding over to his younger sister. He watches as Viserra tickles his son. He grabs Viserys from Viserra, ruffling his mop of platinum hair. “Go ask your mama to take you all to the garden.” Viserra quirks a brow at Baelon, Alyssa would just get the kids outfits dirty, but her eyes quickly drop to the front of his trousers, his hard length apparent through the corduroy. His hand finds its way around her wrist, the metal of her bracelet digging in as he drags her to one of the many powder rooms in the Dragonstone Avenue mansion.
Viserra gasps as Baelon shoves her against the countertop, his hands immediately diving under the hem of her dress. “You look like a fucking tease. Like sin.” She giggles melodiously, her brother’s large hand dwarfing the expanse of her thigh. He uses his other hand to tilt her head back. He kisses her lips harshly, biting her tenderly. “Do you even understand how insane it makes me when I see you playing with my son?” Viserra laughs softly, her fingers locking in Baelon’s hair. His eyes have fire in them. “Maybe I had just a
tiny
idea.” Baelon snarls, but he holds her so gently, fingers barely leaving bruises on her skin. They would have to remedy that soon. “Fucking
brat
, my god.”
Viserra watches intently as Baelon produces a black, luxury looking shopping bag from the cabinet under the sink. For a moment, she thinks it’s more lingerie, a gift from her brothers to themselves. But then Baelon pulls out two identical velvet pouches. Jewelry, maybe? Baelon makes a show of undoing the string around the pouch, dedicated to making a production out of it as Viserra shifts from foot to foot. “What is it?” She tries to keep a whine out of her voice, but it appears all the same. He fires off a text, and all of a sudden, Aemon is walking silently through the bathroom door. His hair is pulled back in a braid. A smirk graces across his lips as he comes up from behind her, groping Viserra’s chest. “We got you presents, princess! We know how much you
love
gifts. And we’re going to play a little game.”
Baelon unsheathes a set of ben wa balls from the pouch dramatically. Jesus, had they practiced this? Baelon chuckles at Viserra’s bewildered expression. “This is
my
gift to you.” Baelon sets them down on the pristine countertop, pulling out his phone, clicking a button, and letting Viserra watch the toy vibrate. Aemon grabs the other pouch, pulling out a lavender butt plug. It has an amethyst at the base. It suddenly strikes Viserra that her brothers got both toys custom made for her, and it makes warmth spread in her stomach. “And this is
my
gift.” Aemon sets the toy down on the counter next to the one Baelon produced, similarly opening his phone, pressing a button, and letting it vibrate.
Aemon grabs at Viserra’s breast again, squeezing it as if there was milk to be expressed. Viserra wonders if he ever did that for Jocelyn when she was nursing Rhaenys. Their only child, and they had
tried
, so Aemon claimed. Viserra is sure that she would be able to give Aemon at least three
perfect
children. She would do right by their family, by their impeccable genetics. Jocelyn just isn’t meant for the task, just as Alyssa isn’t meant for the task of being mother to Baelon’s children, being Baelon’s wife.
Baelon laughs as he tilts Viserra’s head up, a single, thick finger under her chin. “Here’s the thing: We knew you were going to try to tease us today. So we decided to beat you to it.
You’ll
be the one trying to hide your desperation this time.” Aemon kisses down her exposed neck from behind, speaking against her skin, slightly muffled. “The rules are simple, you have to keep both toys inside yourself the whole time. The duration of the dinner. If you become overly irritable, or you take out either toy, you’ll be punished.” Viserra whines softly as Baelon’s hand drifts down to her throat, squeezing. “That’s not f-fair–” Baelon squeezes slightly tighter, not restricting airflow, but enough to make Viserra gasp, enough to make her soak her lingerie with arousal, if she hadn’t already. “And is it
fair
when you show up to Aemon’s work, with nothing under your pretty little sweater?” Aemon mouths down her back, laughing softly at the way she squirms, gripping her tighter. “And is it
fair
when you show up to Baelon’s house in the middle of the night and invite yourself in, when you press a foot to his cock in front of his children and he has to pretend he’s not trying to get you alone and fuck your brains out? Is that
fair
?”
Baelon laughs, pulling her dress down roughly and tweaking a nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers. He kisses the tip of her nose sweetly. Viserra protests. “Everyone’s gonna find out…” He seems to grow even more aroused at the prospect. “See, that’s a you and Aemon problem. I’m fine with everyone knowing just how desperate my pretty little sister is for me.” Aemon snakes a hand between Viserra’s thighs. “I have
faith
in my pretty little girl. She’s not gonna let me down, will she?” Viserra shakes her head fervently. “Nuh-uh, daddy– won’t let you down.” Aemon groans, the title sounding so sweet from her lips. They played this game often. Sometimes, Aemon was the stern daddy and Baelon was the rough, mean big brother (like he always is), sometimes both Aemon and Baelon were daddy.
Baelon smiles saccharinely. “Well, if
our
little girl isn’t going to let us down… let’s start the game.” Aemon is quick to push Viserra so that her cheek is squished against the marble countertop. She’s quick to protest. “My makeup…” It comes out a childish whine, a soft thing that both Aemon and Baelon ignore. Aemon rolls his eyes. “I’m sure you brought your makeup bag for touch ups.” And Viserra can’t deny it. “Viserra the Vain” her mother “teases.” She did bring her makeup bag. She just whines again until Baelon pinches her ass. “I think that was a yes, don’t you, Aemon?” Aemon pushes her lace panties down, savoring the way it frames her curves in a picturesque manner. He swipes the plug between the folds of her cunt, gathering her wetness on it. She knows by now to prep her ass before going to an event that Aemon will be present at. Jocelyn hates anal. Aemon loves it. But, according to him, Jocelyn’s ass “is too loose” and “not perfect for this like yours is, Viserra.”
Baelon grabs the panties from around her ankles, waving the soaked garment in front of her face. Her
perfect
face. He almost cums in his pants at the sight of her
perfect
pout parting. “Well look at this, you’re already horribly desperate. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” Viserra nods fervently. Where is the use in denial? She is horribly desperate. Baelon taunts her, still gentle in his tone. “Yeah, you are… Making a mess like a little puppy. Maybe we should rub your nose in it, huh?” She starts to whine as Aemon finishes lubing up the plug, pressing it against her puckered hole. Baelon grabs her jaw, coaxing it open as he stuffs her own lace into her mouth. “There we go, pretty girl. There we go…” He strokes her hair, like she’s a half feral animal as Aemon eases the plug in. “Good girl, such a good girl…” He murmurs softly. The praise makes Viserra’s stomach flutter, especially as Baelon presses a gentle kiss to her brow once the plug is fully seated inside her.
Aemon and Baelon switch positions. The younger of the two grabs the ben wa balls he bought for Viserra, while the elder takes his place, stroking Viserra’s face gently in his stead. Viserra feels Baelon’s firm fingers spread her cunt apart, easing the balls in one by one. She whines at the dual stimulation, Aemon having already started the plug’s vibration. Aemon presses his hands to her cheeks, soaked in tears from the effort it took to take the plug in. “Such a perfect girl, aren’t you, darling? Our perfect girl.”
Viserra feels Baelon pat her cunt once she’s taken all three of the smooth metal balls inside her. She whimpers like the puppy Baelon compared her to. Aemon gently grabs the lavender lace from between her teeth, handing it back to Baelon. “Foot up, there we go.” He commands and she obeys. What more can she truly do? The lace stretches around the slight protrusion from the toys inside both of her holes. She’s leaking, and Aemon catches the way her arousal leaks down her thigh, gathering at the crook of her knee. He lowers himself to the ground, running his tongue along the nectar she spilled. “Delicious, little girl. Absolutely delicious.” Viserra’s legs start to shake as Baelon starts the vibrations for the ben wa balls. He pats her ass. “Now, let’s go to dinner, shall we?” His eyes gleam with mischief and Viserra doesn’t know if she wants him to hold her on his lap and kiss her tenderly or fuck her till her cervix bruises. Both, probably. Definitely both.
Viserra walks out on shaky legs, face pinker than normal, looking rather sweet and innocent. Still, Alyssa and Alysanne scowl at the sight of her. And Jocelyn. God, does Jocelyn hate her. She feels as if she’s walked into the weekly meeting of the “We Hate Viserra Targaryen” club as they huddle around the table. Jocelyn wasn’t even really ugly, not like Alyssa, Viserra can acknowledge that much. She’s just not
perfect
like her. She fidgets with her tennis bracelet as she walks past them, knowing that if she grows irritable she will be punished.
She notices that Saera and Jaehaerys have arrived, Saera looking equally flushed as herself and Jaehaerys having a certain smugness about him that is barely ever there. Viserra laughs softly to herself. She’s very glad she didn’t choose to come in the car with them. Just as she laughs, Baelon turns the ben wa balls up to the highest vibration. She falls over, bracing her hands on the couch. Saera jumps off their father’s lap, rushing to her side, a hand on her back brings her back to reality. “Viserra? Are you alright?” She flushes even more, shaking her head slightly. Saera raises a brow, “What happened?” She grits her teeth. Trying not to show any sign of frustration, anything that Baelon will take and run with to punish her. “Baelon put fucking
something
inside me that keeps vibrating, and Aemon put a vibrating plug in my
ass,
” Her voice grows more sniffly, “And they’re
toying
with me, Saera…” Saera cannot stop herself from letting her hand dive under the skirt of Viserra’s dress, teasingly pinching her clit. “Oh, you poor thing.” Viserra whines. “Et tu, Saera?” Saera can’t stop a giggle from bubbling up in her chest. Viserra doesn’t need to know that Saera recommended these specific toys for their brothers to torture her with. Saera shoots a teasing glare at Aemon and Baelon. “Oh don’t worry, big sister will keep you safe…” Viserra pouts, whinging slightly. “It’s not funny…”
Viserra pries herself off the floor. She makes it almost towards the kids area where Viserys and Rhaenys are pretending to throw a tea party for Daemon. Rhaenys, being the seven year old ball of energy she is, immediately runs over to Viserra, grabbing her wrist with the same conviction Baelon did earlier. Just as she is, both Aemon and Baelon turn up the vibration setting on the toys. She almost doubles over, grabbing her hand back from Rhaenys, snapping, “Don’t do that!” It’s meant for her brothers, but her niece starts to tear up. Shit. She didn’t mean for that to happen. She looks over her shoulder at Baelon and Aemon. Aemon is concealing a smirk and shaking his head disapprovingly while Baelon pats his thigh, signalling to Viserra she’ll be going over his knee. She turns to Rhaenys, wiping away her tears as Rhaenys’s father did for her after he pushed a plug inside her. “Oh, sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean that. Come, I can do your makeup and make you an even prettier little princess!” Rhaenys’s face lights up at that, and Viserra feels relief settle in her stomach. “Okay!”
Rhaenys is quick to leave the tea party, following after Viserra like a little duckling. She doesn’t miss the way Jocelyn glares at her.
Yeah, cunt. I have your husband
and
your daughter wrapped around my finger.
She sets Rhaenys down on a chair, dusting eyeshadow over her lids. Rhaenys giggles. “I want it to be sparkly and lavender! Like yours!” Viserra can’t stop herself from kissing the top of her head. “Well, you’re in luck! I brought along the very same for my
favorite
niece.” Alyssa pipes up, and Viserra rolls her eyes. “You know you don’t need that
stuff
on your face, Rhaenys. Some people
need
it to look pretty, but you don't, honey!” Viserra scoffs at the implication she
needs
makeup. She looks flawless from the moment she wakes up, she
chooses
to accentuate her beauty. Rhaenys shakes her head fervently. “I wanna be pretty like Auntie Viserra!” Viserra cloaks an insult under a light tone, but it’s biting, and makes Baelon snicker. “Pretty like Auntie Viserra, not ugly like Auntie Alyssa, huh?”
Alysanne brings the turkey out for dinner, and the maids swarm around her with various different side dishes. Viserra sits down, Aemon to her left, Baelon to her right, making absolutely zero effort to sit next to their wives, who have each saved them a seat.
Baelon’s hand drifts towards Viserra’s thigh, gently sliding the fabric of the mini dress upwards. She gasps as his hands move under her panties, whispering “Baelon… Alyssa, the kids…” Baelon leans in, breath hot against her ear. “The kids don’t see anything but daddy talking to Auntie Viserra, and Alyssa is too stupid to realize I am head over heels for you.” His fingers press against the ben wa balls, pushing them further in. “You know… you did snap at poor Rhaenys…” Viserra whines softly. “I made it up to her… Did her makeup.”
Aemon joins in, leaning in ever so slightly. “You want my daughter to look like a slutty little girl, like her auntie. Is that it? Like a little baby whore. My little girl?” She feels a tinge of jealousy. “I thought I was your little girl.” Aemon laughs gently, hand meeting Baelon’s between her legs. “My favorite little girl, yes.”
Viserra reaches for the apple cider. Baelon and Aemon quickly remove their hands, sharing a smug look. At the same time, they both reach for their phones, ready to wreak havoc. As they press the button, Viserra feels like she’s been shocked, tears springing to her eyes as she grips the bottle tightly. “You okay there, Viserra?” Saera teases, she can see the gleam in her eyes. And from the way Jaehaerys is attempting to conceal his smile, she can surmise that she’s shared this information with their father. She glares. “Perfectly fine.”
Baelon slaps her thigh as she sits back down. “You aren’t supposed to give people mean looks. That’s being
irritable
. Are you feeling irritable, Viserra?”
Viserra shakes her head. Aemon coos over her, grabbing her chin and looking at Baelon. “Oh, I think the little princess
is
irritable. She’s being mean. And rude. And she’s clearly overtired, otherwise she wouldn’t be acting so fussy.” Baelon smirks at his brother and nods. “Oh, I agree…”
Baelon manhandles Viserra so that he’s carrying her, not bothering with throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her exactly like he does Viserys and Daemon. He laughs at Alyssa’s bewildered look. “I think it’s Viserra’s naptime. She’s been fussy all day!” Viserys nods firmly, the four year old fully believing in the power of naptime. “Bye bye, Auntie Viserra. D’nt let the bugs bite!” Baelon can’t help but coo over Viserys’s words, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Aemon follows silently behind. Jocelyn raises a brow. “Why do you have to go with them?” Baelon shrugs, letting Aemon make up his own lie. “Oh– Viserra wanted me to read her a story.” Jocelyn scoffs. “The fifteen year old wants you to tuck her in for a nap and read her a bedtime story? Really?”
Aemon just laughs. “What can I say? She still loves her big brothers.” Viserra is about to protest, but as Baelon feels her lips open against his chest, he smacks her thigh. “Watch yourself. Don’t do something you’ll regret.” Jocelyn and Alyssa look at each other in dismay, but can’t say much as their husbands head up the winding staircase, acting like Viserra can’t even walk.
The moment they are in Jocelyn and Aemon’s room, Baelon has Viserra pinned across his lap, panties off and toys still inside her cunt. “Do you have the paddle, Aemon?” Viserra whines. She really didn’t do anything to deserve the paddle. “I don’t think that’s nec–” Baelon slaps Viserra’s exposed ass. “And I don’t think I was talking to you, was I?” Aemon chuckles, a lavender leather paddle swinging from his hand. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
He hands the paddle over to Baelon, who taps it against Viserra’s cunt. “Irritable, rude, obvious. I thought you weren’t gonna let us down, honey?” Viserra whines. She did try. She really did. In a second, the toys are turned back on. She whines as Baelon brings the paddle down against her pussy.
“Ow— Owwww…”
Despite Viserra’s protestations, she ruts against Baelon’s thigh, trying to get friction on her aching clit. He does not stop her from chasing her pleasure, instead bringing the paddle down against her ass this time. She sobs out, looking towards Aemon. “Daddy help! Help! It hurts!”
Baelon laughs softly as Aemon shakes his head wordlessly. “Daddy’s not gonna help you. He knows you deserve this.” Viserra sobs against his thigh, shaking as the dual stimulation sets her body on fire. She sniffles, making eye contact with Aemon, who just turns the vibrations in her ass up even more. She reaches her hand out for Aemon to hold, but Baelon pins it to the bed. “Hand holding can happen when this is over.”
Her hands fist the comforters as Baelon lands another smack to her cunt, the paddle coated in her arousal. She bucks up against it, desperate to feel the pressure on her clit. He tuts as she humps the implement. “You and your poor, needy little button. You’re just aching for it, aren’t you?” Viserra moans as Baelon lands a harsh smack of the paddle against her ass, the sound a wet slap against her skin. “Aren’t you?” She nods, gripping the soft fabric in front of her. “So needy– sorry–”
Viserra is sure she blacks out. Baelon smacks her cunt with the paddle one, two, three times. The fourth he lands directly on her aching clit. She shakes horribly, almost convulsing on Baelon’s lap, sobbing and hiccuping. Baelon and Aemon watch in amazement as her orgasm coats the paddle, Baelon’s lap, and the duvet cover. Aemon clears his throat. “Holy shit…”
Viserra is crying and holding onto the comforter for dear life as Aemon and Baelon remove the toys. Baelon is the one to bring her into a tight hug, kissing her hair over and over again. “
Perfect
.
Perfect
Girl.” Baelon holds Viserra on his lap, legs apart, as Aemon sinks to his knees in front of them, gently kissing her cunt. Viserra gasps, still looking to Baelon for approval. “‘M sorry– didn’t mean to make a mess– don’t like being messy–” Aemon laughs against her skin as Baelon gently massages her neck. “No one’s mad at you, sweet girl. You were so perfect. We’ll clean you up, yeah?” Aemon mumbles, gently lapping at Viserra’s cunt as she squirms. “I’m certainly not complaining.”
Viserra giggles as Aemon dives his tongue into her aching hole, gripping Baelon’s hand tightly. She feels his kiss her nose again, then her lips. She whines against his lips. “Does Alyssa ever let you do that to her,
daddy
?” Baelon grumbles, slotting his hand around to massage her clit while Aemon drinks from her like a fountain. “The fact that you would even think I have the desire to be close enough to her to do that is laughable, pretty girl.” She looks down at Aemon, evidently fishing for more of the same “you’re so much better than my wife” praise. Aemon doesn’t hold back. “Fuck, you’re so much prettier than Jocelyn. Pretty.
Perfect
. Fucking tiny. So tiny. You look like you could break…”
Viserra shakes again, leaning against Baelon’s chest. He whispers gently, “You took your punishment so well, little girl. I couldn’t be more proud…” He takes her hand, kissing down from her nail extensions to her wrist. “We love you so fucking much.” Viserra giggles as she feels the familiar coil in her belly, much more at ease than the first time this happened. “I think I’m gonna– again–” Baelon grabs his brother’s hair teasingly, “Looks like you’re in the splash zone, Aemon.” And for the first time that day, Aemon laughs with his entire chest, still sucking her clit. “If I drown, I’ll drown happily.”
Viserra feels Aemon’s sharp teeth scrape ever so slightly against the bridge of her clit. It’s over for her, she grabs his hair, pushing his face even deeper on reflex as Baelon laughs softly. Liquid comes pouring out, and Aemon takes it in stride, nipping and sucking and lapping Viserra through her orgasm. He rises on sure legs, leaning over and kissing Viserra, cupping her breast with one hand and holding Baelon’s with the other. Viserra moans as she tastes herself on his tongue. She even tastes
perfect
. Guess her brothers weren’t wrong after all.
Aemon mumbles against Viserra’s lips. “You think you can go for one more, honey?” His voice is sweet, but Viserra realizes she’s not being given a choice as Baelon repositions her, unzipping his corduroys, and Aemon unzipping his dress trousers. “Um–” Baelon kisses her lips now, holding her so she’s facing him. “Of course our sweet girl can!”
Aemon grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand. It stings slightly, and he bought it for that very purpose. It always seems to make Viserra more needy. Neither of them bother with condoms, as Baelon sinks inch by paralyzing inch into her cunt, then nodding at Aemon to do this same at her rear.
Viserra whines, squirming desperately against Baelon as her brother breaches her ass. It never stops hurting, and Aemon isn’t small either. He’s thicker than Baelon, and seems to stretch and fill her to the very brim. Baelon can’t resist, thrusting upwards as she tries to accommodate Aemon inside. Viserra yelps, and Aemon reaches a hand forward to push against Baelon’s face. “Stop being a dick.” The younger of the pair snicker, holding his hands out in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry– just when there is a cunt
this
good around me, I don’t know how to resist!” Viserra whines. “He’s
not
sorry, daddy!”
Aemon pets Viserra’s hair back, and Baelon wipes the tears gathering on her lash line. Baelon nods and she feels Aemon’s hands wrap firmly around her thigh, thrusting in at the same time.
Viserra screams. She seriously does not care if Jocelyn or Alyssa or even the kids or her mother walk in. She is stretched to the brim. They’ve only ever done this once, last year on Aemon’s birthday, and they were much slower then. “I’m gonna rip–” Baelon laughs, smushing her cheeks together. “We’ll hold you together!” Aemon plants a kiss on the back of her shoulder, pushing somehow deeper inside her rear. Viserra cries. “Too much!” Aemon shakes his head, almost laughing. “You’re fine. Trust your big brothers.”
Baelon pushes up against Viserra. He’s not normally under her, and is determined not to give her much control. He grabs her hips, thrusting in as her head lolls against his shoulder. He laughs. “Poor thing’s gone brainless, hasn’t she?” Aemon shrugs slightly. “That’s if you think she had much of a brain in the first place.”
Viserra can’t even find it in herself to respond to the insult. She’s on cloud nine, her fingers pressed firmly against her clit as her brothers bring her pleasure some women would never dream of. She wonders briefly if they fuck their wives this well. Probably not. Probably only her because she’s so perfect.
Viserra claws at Baelon’s chest with one hand, signalling that she’s about to cum. Which is good, considering both brothers have been on the edge of cumming the whole night, but refused to do so until she was fully sated. Such good brothers Viserra has. She mewls pathetically against his chest. “Again—”
Viserra’s body goes tight, so tight that Aemon almost cums immediately, but waits for the sound of her whine and the feeling of liquid gushing all over Baelon’s cock, some reaching his own. Baelon laughs again, an extreme feeling of pride washing over him. He high fives Aemon as she babbles brainlessly against his skin, drool running down his chest. Aemon cums right as his hand meets Baelon’s, doubling over and stopping his movements inside her as the pleasure turns to slight discomfort. Baelon only needs one more thrust, and he finishes inside her cunt. He thinks of having kids by Viserra. They would be so pretty. Maybe two
perfect
little girls for Viserys and Daemon to marry, their very own little sisters.
Aemon eases out of Viserra’s ass. She whines, hole fluttering and winking at him. He gets on his knees again and kisses her hole as it leaks his cum. He stands back up as Baelon withdraws from Viserra, climbing onto the bed and watching as white leaks from her every orifice. He slumps beside them, and Viserra sprawls so that her head lays against Aemon’s chest and her legs across Baelon’s middle. Aemon reaches over to her bottom, swiping some cum up and smearing it against Jocelyn’s pillow as Baelon starts to shake with laughter, high fiving him again. Viserra giggles.
“Happy Thanksgiving?”
Baelon and Aemon laugh.
“The happiest Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, we’re not getting better than this. Imagine the porn title. ‘Tiny teen gets stuffed by her big brothers instead of the turkey.’”