Parental incest USUK // Human AU
anonymous
April 1 2010, 03:50:22 UTC
I've seen a lot of people refer to England as America's dad, so...
Human AU. Arthur IS Alfred's father AND his lover. High schooler Alfred seduced his father and is totally obsessed with him. Arthur doesn't want anybody else either, but feels major guilt issues.
Alfred's twin, Matthew, happens upon them having sex. Cue REAL "OMGHOLYSHITmyDADandmyBROTHERarefucking" TRAUMA.
Bonuses... 1. Alfred is incredibly popular at school and could have anybody he wanted. He still wants his dad. 2. They switch positions, but Matt surprises them when Arthur is topping and he thinks he's taking advantage of Alfred. 3. Matt is confused, horrified, traumatised, angsty, angry and turned on by it (to his further confusion, horror, trauma, angst and anger) 4. Include Francisanybody else you want, however you want: Arthur's coleagues, the boys' friends, teachers, bosses, ex-lovers, the authorities...
Under Our Roof (1a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 01:52:54 UTC
AN: I’m trying out some first-person and a non-linear structure. So, the POV will switch from Canada to America to England and some of the narration will jump around in time. Hopefully, this will make sense and not, um… suck. Yeah.
Matthew
What was I looking for up there?
I paused at the top of the stairs, leaned forward and stared into the blurriness of the world without my glasses. I heard something and it made me stop. I put my hand on the banister, peered down first one end of the darkened hallway, and then the other.
Toothpaste. The bathroom downstairs was all out of toothpaste and I forgot to brush my teeth earlier, so I needed to get some. That's why I was upstairs that night.I dug my bare toes into the carpet and made myself ignore the childish fear that made me want to turn on every light and destroy every corner of darkness in the house. I took a deep breath and debated simply returning to my bed
( ... )
Under Our Roof (1a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:01:22 UTC
AN: I’m trying out some first-person and a non-linear structure. So, the POV will switch from Canada to America to England and some of the narration will jump around in time. Hopefully, this will make sense and not, um… suck. Yeah.
Matthew
What was I looking for up there?
I paused at the top of the stairs, leaned forward and stared into the blurriness of the world without my glasses. I heard something and it made me stop. I put my hand on the banister, peered down first one end of the darkened hallway, and then the other.
Toothpaste. The bathroom downstairs was all out of toothpaste and I forgot to brush my teeth earlier, so I needed to get some. That's why I was upstairs that night.I dug my bare toes into the carpet and made myself ignore the childish fear that made me want to turn on every light and destroy every corner of darkness in the house. I took a deep breath and debated simply returning to my bed
( ... )
Under Our Roof (1b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:10:06 UTC
I didn't breathe. I don't think that I could. I tried to believe that I wasn't seeing what I was. I couldn't believe I was seeing what I was. I thought about what it would have been like if I hadn't seen this. I tried to make that real, instead of this. But, I was still watching.
Like the dark, I had to make it go away. I stepped away from the door without shutting it. I didn't breathe. I stumbled back to the stairs, a few steps away. There is a little hollow formed by the first step and the wall where the second floor overlooks the living room of the first. I sat down there, curling myself into something small and unnoticeable. I breathed, and it came out hard.
They were a few feet away from you. Your father, fucking your twin brother' s asshole, his big, thick body violating Alfred's young, slender one. His hips moving harder and faster as he moved towards climax. Alfred biting back whorish moans and thrusting back. Father and son. Your father, your brother. I could still hear them, the slapping, the creaking, and the animal
( ... )
Under Our Roof (2a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:14:04 UTC
AlfredI chewed thoughtfully on my cereal and looked across the table at my brother. Matthew wasn't meeting my eyes. He was staring at his bagel more than he was eating it. I looked away and waited for him to be ready to talk
( ... )
Under Our Roof (2b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:17:27 UTC
In that moment, I was faintly annoyed at Matt for being there, intruding on me and Arthur. There are times that I wish that he would go away, so that me and Arthur never had to hide what we were at home. But, I don't like to think that, because Matt is my brother.
I think Arthur would get rid of Matt if he could. If I asked him to he would. But I won't, because Matt is my brother.My ass was still hurting. I twisted around in my seat and made sure that Arthur could see me. That he knew I could still feel him inside me. Tonight, I decided, I was going to be inside him
( ... )
Under Our Roof (3a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:42:29 UTC
AN: Human names all shamelessly cribbed from other fills. Many thanks, assorted anons. Katya = Ukraine, Lukas = Netherlands, Miguel = Cuba.
MatthewAlfred hangs out with the cool kids. I don’t. I don’t mind that. I especially didn’t mind when I couldn’t look at him without getting sick to my stomach
( ... )
Under Our Roof (3b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:46:13 UTC
I think that shy, submissive people generally surround themselves with loud, dominating personalities simply as a matter of course. I know that I do and I usually like them. Today I couldn’t take it. I wanted to hide in a corner and let the horrible thought impress itself onto me.
My father was having sex with my brother. My father was having sex with my brother. My father was having sex with my brother…
“Mattie?”
“Huh?” Katya was looking at me in concern. So were Lukas and Miguel.
“You sure you’re okay?” Miguel asked.
“I’m fine.” I have physics class with Alfred. I’d have to sit in class with him. I’d have to spend an hour looking at him, knowing what he did. And then, after school, I’d see Dad again. Dad, who drove us to school, who talked with Alfred, who looked at him, as if nothing were wrong.
He’s not my father. I don’t know who he is, but he’s not my father. He’s the stranger who hurt Alfred. My father went away and this horrible man took his place. I hate him. I hate him. I hate them.“Hey,” I said, and I was surprised
( ... )
Under Our Roof (5b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:56:52 UTC
“Sure.” He took the lube from the bedside drawer and passed it to me. I drew back so that I could prepare him.
He is my father. He is my father and I am the only person that he will allow to do this to him.
He was in the process of turning around and bracing himself against the headboard. I grabbed him and pulled him around, dropping him back onto the softness of the pillows. I grinned and kissed his nose, before pushing into him.
“Open your eyes.”
They were already shut. He opened them the tiniest bit, smiled and kissed me and then I didn’t care. We moved. I moved in my father. We had to stay quiet. I wished that the house were empty so we could make any noise we wanted.
Under the blankets we moved together. The day of waiting made it feel even better. The best part of it was that we had all night. Maybe, if I asked, Arthur would say I was sick and let me stay home from school.
He would. If I asked him. He acts angry and snappy at me, but he’d do anything I ask. He did this. When I asked him.I came into the warmth of my father
( ... )
Under Our Roof (5b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 03:07:33 UTC
“Sure.” He took the lube from the bedside drawer and passed it to me. I drew back so that I could prepare him.
He is my father. He is my father and I am the only person that he will allow to do this to him.
He was in the process of turning around and bracing himself against the headboard. I grabbed him and pulled him around, dropping him back onto the softness of the pillows. I grinned and kissed his nose, before pushing into him.
“Open your eyes.”
They were already shut. He opened them the tiniest bit, smiled and kissed me and then I didn’t care. We moved. I moved in my father. We had to stay quiet. I wished that the house were empty so we could make any noise we wanted.
Under the blankets we moved together. The day of waiting made it feel even better. The best part of it was that we had all night. Maybe, if I asked, Arthur would say I was sick and let me stay home from school.
He would. If I asked him. He acts angry and snappy at me, but he’d do anything I ask. He did this. When I asked him.I came into the warmth of my father
( ... )
Under Our Roof (6a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 03:11:36 UTC
Matthew
I had to make it stop. I had to get rid of the thoughts.
Reading didn’t work. My mind couldn’t focus on the shapes of the letters. Not when I knew what was happening upstairs. Eating didn’t work. Neither did music, nor trying to sleep.
The blankets were over my head, and my hand was in my pajama pants, and my eyes were shut.
Upstairs, my brother and my father are having sex.
At first I just imagined faceless pornographic bodies fucking. It didn’t do any good-I couldn’t keep up the image. My mind kept wandering to dangerous, sickening places. So, I replaced the bodies with my friends and me.
Pervert.I imagined Katya, naked on my bed. Her slick, plump arms, under my fingers, the taste of her large, round breasts. But, Katya was the one who asked me how I was, and fixed my hair when it was askew. She was like a big sister. She was like a mother. She wasn’t erotic, or sexual. She was Katya, not a moaning whore
( ... )
Under Our Roof (6b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 03:16:28 UTC
“Thank you, thank you,” I gasped, my throat sore, stroking the long, thick shaft. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Dad knelt between Alfred’s strong, lean legs, swallowing as much as his son as he could, making him gasp and moan.
“Daddy.”
No. I don’t want to think that. I want Miguel back. I don’t want to see you. Stop it! Stop feeling that! No, it doesn’t feel good. No, it doesn’t. No, no, no, no, no…
I bit my lip to control a grunt as the wild pleasure in my stomach reached its apex. Warm and wet was on my hand, on my thighs. Quickly, I grabbed an old T-shirt from the end of my bed and cleaned myself off, the rush of self-loathing making my chest ache.
Your brother, you sick fuck. Your brother and your father. You’re as bad as them. Pervert. You got off on it. That horrible thing and you got off on it. Sick. Sick. Your brother and your father.Miguel was the one that I liked. He was the one I always wanted. I wanted his intelligent dark eyes, and his gruff chuckle and cigar smoke. I thought I was sick because I wanted a boy, now I know I’m
( ... )
Under Our Roof (8/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 04:34:52 UTC
Matthew
I was still in my anger phase, and I found that more comforting than wallowing in angst. They couldn’t bother to take me to school, now. How did I not notice that before? Maybe I was so used to being ignored that I couldn’t differentiate between people ignoring me as a matter of course and people ignoring me so they can run off and fuck.
Huh. Almost doesn’t bother me anymore. Just a dull twinge deep inside my brain. Almost.“Thank you,” I said quietly, twisting my hands, and not looking up at Miguel, as we rumbled along the road to school
( ... )
Human AU. Arthur IS Alfred's father AND his lover. High schooler Alfred seduced his father and is totally obsessed with him. Arthur doesn't want anybody else either, but feels major guilt issues.
Alfred's twin, Matthew, happens upon them having sex. Cue REAL "OMGHOLYSHITmyDADandmyBROTHERarefucking" TRAUMA.
Bonuses...
1. Alfred is incredibly popular at school and could have anybody he wanted. He still wants his dad.
2. They switch positions, but Matt surprises them when Arthur is topping and he thinks he's taking advantage of Alfred.
3. Matt is confused, horrified, traumatised, angsty, angry and turned on by it (to his further confusion, horror, trauma, angst and anger)
4. Include Francisanybody else you want, however you want: Arthur's coleagues, the boys' friends, teachers, bosses, ex-lovers, the authorities...
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Matthew
What was I looking for up there?
I paused at the top of the stairs, leaned forward and stared into the blurriness of the world without my glasses. I heard something and it made me stop. I put my hand on the banister, peered down first one end of the darkened hallway, and then the other.
Toothpaste. The bathroom downstairs was all out of toothpaste and I forgot to brush my teeth earlier, so I needed to get some. That's why I was upstairs that night.I dug my bare toes into the carpet and made myself ignore the childish fear that made me want to turn on every light and destroy every corner of darkness in the house. I took a deep breath and debated simply returning to my bed ( ... )
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Matthew
What was I looking for up there?
I paused at the top of the stairs, leaned forward and stared into the blurriness of the world without my glasses. I heard something and it made me stop. I put my hand on the banister, peered down first one end of the darkened hallway, and then the other.
Toothpaste. The bathroom downstairs was all out of toothpaste and I forgot to brush my teeth earlier, so I needed to get some. That's why I was upstairs that night.I dug my bare toes into the carpet and made myself ignore the childish fear that made me want to turn on every light and destroy every corner of darkness in the house. I took a deep breath and debated simply returning to my bed ( ... )
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Like the dark, I had to make it go away. I stepped away from the door without shutting it. I didn't breathe. I stumbled back to the stairs, a few steps away. There is a little hollow formed by the first step and the wall where the second floor overlooks the living room of the first. I sat down there, curling myself into something small and unnoticeable. I breathed, and it came out hard.
They were a few feet away from you. Your father, fucking your twin brother' s asshole, his big, thick body violating Alfred's young, slender one. His hips moving harder and faster as he moved towards climax. Alfred biting back whorish moans and thrusting back. Father and son. Your father, your brother. I could still hear them, the slapping, the creaking, and the animal ( ... )
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I think Arthur would get rid of Matt if he could. If I asked him to he would. But I won't, because Matt is my brother.My ass was still hurting. I twisted around in my seat and made sure that Arthur could see me. That he knew I could still feel him inside me. Tonight, I decided, I was going to be inside him ( ... )
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MatthewAlfred hangs out with the cool kids. I don’t. I don’t mind that. I especially didn’t mind when I couldn’t look at him without getting sick to my stomach ( ... )
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My father was having sex with my brother. My father was having sex with my brother. My father was having sex with my brother…
“Mattie?”
“Huh?” Katya was looking at me in concern. So were Lukas and Miguel.
“You sure you’re okay?” Miguel asked.
“I’m fine.” I have physics class with Alfred. I’d have to sit in class with him. I’d have to spend an hour looking at him, knowing what he did. And then, after school, I’d see Dad again. Dad, who drove us to school, who talked with Alfred, who looked at him, as if nothing were wrong.
He’s not my father. I don’t know who he is, but he’s not my father. He’s the stranger who hurt Alfred. My father went away and this horrible man took his place. I hate him. I hate him. I hate them.“Hey,” I said, and I was surprised ( ... )
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He is my father. He is my father and I am the only person that he will allow to do this to him.
He was in the process of turning around and bracing himself against the headboard. I grabbed him and pulled him around, dropping him back onto the softness of the pillows. I grinned and kissed his nose, before pushing into him.
“Open your eyes.”
They were already shut. He opened them the tiniest bit, smiled and kissed me and then I didn’t care. We moved. I moved in my father. We had to stay quiet. I wished that the house were empty so we could make any noise we wanted.
Under the blankets we moved together. The day of waiting made it feel even better. The best part of it was that we had all night. Maybe, if I asked, Arthur would say I was sick and let me stay home from school.
He would. If I asked him. He acts angry and snappy at me, but he’d do anything I ask. He did this. When I asked him.I came into the warmth of my father ( ... )
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He is my father. He is my father and I am the only person that he will allow to do this to him.
He was in the process of turning around and bracing himself against the headboard. I grabbed him and pulled him around, dropping him back onto the softness of the pillows. I grinned and kissed his nose, before pushing into him.
“Open your eyes.”
They were already shut. He opened them the tiniest bit, smiled and kissed me and then I didn’t care. We moved. I moved in my father. We had to stay quiet. I wished that the house were empty so we could make any noise we wanted.
Under the blankets we moved together. The day of waiting made it feel even better. The best part of it was that we had all night. Maybe, if I asked, Arthur would say I was sick and let me stay home from school.
He would. If I asked him. He acts angry and snappy at me, but he’d do anything I ask. He did this. When I asked him.I came into the warmth of my father ( ... )
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I had to make it stop. I had to get rid of the thoughts.
Reading didn’t work. My mind couldn’t focus on the shapes of the letters. Not when I knew what was happening upstairs. Eating didn’t work. Neither did music, nor trying to sleep.
The blankets were over my head, and my hand was in my pajama pants, and my eyes were shut.
Upstairs, my brother and my father are having sex.
At first I just imagined faceless pornographic bodies fucking. It didn’t do any good-I couldn’t keep up the image. My mind kept wandering to dangerous, sickening places. So, I replaced the bodies with my friends and me.
Pervert.I imagined Katya, naked on my bed. Her slick, plump arms, under my fingers, the taste of her large, round breasts. But, Katya was the one who asked me how I was, and fixed my hair when it was askew. She was like a big sister. She was like a mother. She wasn’t erotic, or sexual. She was Katya, not a moaning whore ( ... )
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Dad knelt between Alfred’s strong, lean legs, swallowing as much as his son as he could, making him gasp and moan.
“Daddy.”
No. I don’t want to think that. I want Miguel back. I don’t want to see you. Stop it! Stop feeling that! No, it doesn’t feel good. No, it doesn’t. No, no, no, no, no…
I bit my lip to control a grunt as the wild pleasure in my stomach reached its apex. Warm and wet was on my hand, on my thighs. Quickly, I grabbed an old T-shirt from the end of my bed and cleaned myself off, the rush of self-loathing making my chest ache.
Your brother, you sick fuck. Your brother and your father. You’re as bad as them. Pervert. You got off on it. That horrible thing and you got off on it. Sick. Sick. Your brother and your father.Miguel was the one that I liked. He was the one I always wanted. I wanted his intelligent dark eyes, and his gruff chuckle and cigar smoke. I thought I was sick because I wanted a boy, now I know I’m ( ... )
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I was still in my anger phase, and I found that more comforting than wallowing in angst. They couldn’t bother to take me to school, now. How did I not notice that before? Maybe I was so used to being ignored that I couldn’t differentiate between people ignoring me as a matter of course and people ignoring me so they can run off and fuck.
Huh. Almost doesn’t bother me anymore. Just a dull twinge deep inside my brain. Almost.“Thank you,” I said quietly, twisting my hands, and not looking up at Miguel, as we rumbled along the road to school ( ... )
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