Fic: Honey or Tar
Fic: Honey or Tar
Pairing: Katie, Naomi/Emily
Rating: Hard M?
Word Count: 701
Summary: Katie’s tried to not notice how amazing Emily’s body looks when she’s fresh from a shower.
Warning: This story contain suggestions of incest.
AN: The title of this fic is from the CocoRosie song of the same name.
Comments are always appreciated. :)
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Katie doesn’t hate Naomi. Not really. At least, not anymore than she hates herself. She’s mostly jealous of her. Emily shares things with Naomi that she’ll never share with Katie, like her body. And that hurts more than Katie cares to admit. She meant what she told Naomi at the coffee shop. She loves Emily more than Naomi ever could, more than she should, in ways that she shouldn’t. And Katie knows it’s wrong. She does, honest. But that doesn’t mean she can turn off her feeling for Emily.
Because Katie’s tried that. She’s tried not noticing how cute Emily’s nose is or how sexy her raspy voice is, how it makes Katie wet to hear that voice moments after Emily’s woken up. Katie’s tried to not notice how amazing Emily’s body looks when she’s fresh from a shower. Except, whenever Katie showers, that’s all she can think about, Emily’s clean, citrus scented skin.
That’s the reason Katie took so long on the first day of college. She’d accidentally spilt Emily’s body wash, and suddenly, surrounded by Emily, Katie became terribly aroused. The heat and steam of the shower only helped to intensify Katie’s desire, so she slid a hand between her thighs, thinking of Emily naked. Katie came with images of herself straddling Emily, burying Emily’s fingers deep in her cunt as she bounced on Emily’s lap, her hands cradling Emily’s head as she roughly bit and tongued Katie’s breasts, playing in her mind. Katie hated herself for being so weak, and she took it out on Emily that morning.
She always takes it out on Emily. Katie knows it’s not Emily’s fault, but she needs someone to blame. Part of Katie wants Emily to hate her as much as Katie hates herself, but there’s a bigger part that wants Emily to love her back. It’s just that Katie doesn’t know how to, doesn’t think she can, bring that dream to fruition.
Katie thinks about the morning she and Emily went shopping for Love Ball dresses. Katie had taken off her pajamas and stood in front of Emily naked. Emily hadn’t check her out once. It hurt. What does it mean when your sister’s a big lezza, and she doesn’t even glance at you when you’re naked?
It means she’ll never love you the way you love her, Katie concludes with a sigh.
She knows that Emily won’t ever return her feelings, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t hope she’s wrong. It doesn’t mean she can’t fantasize about them being together. It doesn’t mean Katie can’t stand outside their bedroom door listening to Emily moan as Naomi touches her in the best ways.
And Katie knows she’s perverted for doing just that. Sucking on her fingers, then trailing them over her breasts until her nipples harden, Katie listens to Emily’s moans of, “Oh, fuck” and “so fucking tight,” slides her hand down her torso and into her soaked knickers.
Katie knows it’s wrong to slowly thrust her fingers inside herself as she leans heavily against the wall outside her bedroom, especially when Emily’s in there giving and receiving what sounds like the fuck of her life. Katie begins to thrust harder, teasing her clit with her thumb as she hears Emily’s unintelligible moans of pleasure, signifying her impending orgasm. Katie bites her lip, and places a hand over her mouth to help stifle a cry as she cums, her juices running down her thighs, listening to Emily’s orgasm play out.
Her arm drops from her mouth, limp, and Katie leans against the wall, spent. She doesn’t want Emily or Naomi to see her panting, with her tits spilling out her top and her hand buried in her knickers, so she adjusts her hair and clothes before making her way to the bathroom on shaky legs.
Sometimes, Katie worries that Emily will figure it out and be disgusted with her, that Emily might stop crawling into Katie’s bed when either of them are properly upset or sad. Katie thinks her heart would break if Emily didn‘t love her at all. Then Katie laughs, knowing she has nothing to worry about. Emily still thinks it’s James who’s been stealing the knickers.
Pairing: Katie, Naomi/Emily
Rating: Hard M?
Word Count: 701
Summary: Katie’s tried to not notice how amazing Emily’s body looks when she’s fresh from a shower.
Warning: This story contain suggestions of incest.
AN: The title of this fic is from the CocoRosie song of the same name.
Comments are always appreciated. :)
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Katie doesn’t hate Naomi. Not really. At least, not anymore than she hates herself. She’s mostly jealous of her. Emily shares things with Naomi that she’ll never share with Katie, like her body. And that hurts more than Katie cares to admit. She meant what she told Naomi at the coffee shop. She loves Emily more than Naomi ever could, more than she should, in ways that she shouldn’t. And Katie knows it’s wrong. She does, honest. But that doesn’t mean she can turn off her feeling for Emily.
Because Katie’s tried that. She’s tried not noticing how cute Emily’s nose is or how sexy her raspy voice is, how it makes Katie wet to hear that voice moments after Emily’s woken up. Katie’s tried to not notice how amazing Emily’s body looks when she’s fresh from a shower. Except, whenever Katie showers, that’s all she can think about, Emily’s clean, citrus scented skin.
That’s the reason Katie took so long on the first day of college. She’d accidentally spilt Emily’s body wash, and suddenly, surrounded by Emily, Katie became terribly aroused. The heat and steam of the shower only helped to intensify Katie’s desire, so she slid a hand between her thighs, thinking of Emily naked. Katie came with images of herself straddling Emily, burying Emily’s fingers deep in her cunt as she bounced on Emily’s lap, her hands cradling Emily’s head as she roughly bit and tongued Katie’s breasts, playing in her mind. Katie hated herself for being so weak, and she took it out on Emily that morning.
She always takes it out on Emily. Katie knows it’s not Emily’s fault, but she needs someone to blame. Part of Katie wants Emily to hate her as much as Katie hates herself, but there’s a bigger part that wants Emily to love her back. It’s just that Katie doesn’t know how to, doesn’t think she can, bring that dream to fruition.
Katie thinks about the morning she and Emily went shopping for Love Ball dresses. Katie had taken off her pajamas and stood in front of Emily naked. Emily hadn’t check her out once. It hurt. What does it mean when your sister’s a big lezza, and she doesn’t even glance at you when you’re naked?
It means she’ll never love you the way you love her, Katie concludes with a sigh.
She knows that Emily won’t ever return her feelings, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t hope she’s wrong. It doesn’t mean she can’t fantasize about them being together. It doesn’t mean Katie can’t stand outside their bedroom door listening to Emily moan as Naomi touches her in the best ways.
And Katie knows she’s perverted for doing just that. Sucking on her fingers, then trailing them over her breasts until her nipples harden, Katie listens to Emily’s moans of, “Oh, fuck” and “so fucking tight,” slides her hand down her torso and into her soaked knickers.
Katie knows it’s wrong to slowly thrust her fingers inside herself as she leans heavily against the wall outside her bedroom, especially when Emily’s in there giving and receiving what sounds like the fuck of her life. Katie begins to thrust harder, teasing her clit with her thumb as she hears Emily’s unintelligible moans of pleasure, signifying her impending orgasm. Katie bites her lip, and places a hand over her mouth to help stifle a cry as she cums, her juices running down her thighs, listening to Emily’s orgasm play out.
Her arm drops from her mouth, limp, and Katie leans against the wall, spent. She doesn’t want Emily or Naomi to see her panting, with her tits spilling out her top and her hand buried in her knickers, so she adjusts her hair and clothes before making her way to the bathroom on shaky legs.
Sometimes, Katie worries that Emily will figure it out and be disgusted with her, that Emily might stop crawling into Katie’s bed when either of them are properly upset or sad. Katie thinks her heart would break if Emily didn‘t love her at all. Then Katie laughs, knowing she has nothing to worry about. Emily still thinks it’s James who’s been stealing the knickers.