"Like A Sister & A Brother", Tony/Effy, R
Title: Like A Sister & A Brother
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Tony/Effy
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest. So explicitly incestuous that it's almost ridiculous, but you really should expect that from me by now.
Summary: Fun, in a sick sort of way. That's the only way their relationship can be described. They're in love, sure, have been since before Effy even hit puberty, and they're never going to feel this way about anybody else, but they can't deny they get a kick out of the taboo.
A/N: This is for lurasa but it's really just general Stonemcest because I didn't use the words you requested. :/ I hope that's okay.
It's definitely fun, in a sick sort of way. It's fun for her to stroke her leg against his underneath the dinner table, running her toes up his bare ankles underneath the leg of his jeans while Mum and Dad are in the midst of one of their stupid arguments about the laundry or the wallpaper. And it's fun for them to share a blanket while they sit on the sofa watching a movie, Tony's slender fingers stroking her thigh under her nightie as their parents' eyes stay glued to the TV screen, utterly oblivious. It's fun for her to sneak into his room when she comes back home after a wild night out, and slip into his bed and wake him for a quick fuck, muffling their moans and trying hard not to let the bedsprings creak.
It's fun when they're on holiday in Spain and the two of them split from their parents to go and poke around in some shops or have a walk on the beach, and they can kiss each other in public all they like because nobody knows them. It's even fun at those fucking family reunions that Mum insists they go to, when Uncle Norman is grilling Tony for all the details about the girlfriends he's had in the past, and all the while, Tony's squeezing Effy's hand tightly under the table. It's fun when Auntie Liz comes over, too, in her usual drunken stupor, rambling on about how the two of them could be twins-"a stunningly beautiful pair of twins"-and they give each other a sideways glance and a share a guilty grin when she looks away.
Tony says he doesn't care, doesn't care if it makes him vain to be so in love with someone who looks so similar to him. Effy doesn't either. He's her big brother and he's beautiful and she likes the fact that she can see herself in him-that little smirk he does when he knows he's winning an argument, that sparkle in his eyes when he really, really wants her. Sometimes she likes looking at the family photos framed on the wall when they fuck in the living room-particularly the ones taken when they were little, that one of the two of them sitting on the beach sharing an ice cream, or the one from primary school picture day with the cheesy grins and his arm around her. She likes the reminder that she's fucking her brother. She thinks he does, too.
She doesn't really care that Tony's going out with Michelle. She sort of likes getting Michelle's sloppy seconds sometimes, but she's not sure why. She likes being around Michelle and thinking about what Tony's like when he's with her, if it's the same. She wonders if he's himself, like she knows he is with her. She wonders if they ever play games, if they're ever rough with each other, if he whispers the same things to Michelle as he does to her. She likes the fact that Michelle will never know the truth. The fact that Michelle throws a strop whenever Tony does something 'out of order'-from pinching some girl's arse in a club to giving Maxxie head in Russia-amuses her, because she has no idea Tony's been cheating on her right from the start.
Fun, in a sick sort of way. That's the only way their relationship can be described. They're in love, sure, have been since before Effy even hit puberty, and they're never going to feel this way about anybody else, but they can't deny they get a kick out of the taboo. He calls her 'sis' at the most inappropriate moments, and he knows she likes it. She sits in the dining room and reads 'Flowers In The Attic' by Virginia Andrews or 'Wasteland' by Francesca Lia Block, muttering certain passages under her breath, watching Tony strain to listen, ignoring their Dad telling her to shut up and read in her head "like normal people". He sings songs by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs as he helps Mum do the dishes, belting out "We could do it to each other, like a sister and a brother…" and watching Effy squirm.
They know one day it's all going to break, one day they're going to be found out or they're going to drift apart. Mum and Dad might pick up on it-though Effy insists this is pretty unlikely, considering how wrapped up they are in themselves-or Michelle or Sid might walk in on them. They might slip up, leave some incriminating evidence somewhere. Or they'll just get bored of it, grow out of it, after Tony goes to university and it becomes harder to see each other. They can't avoid that knowledge. It's inevitable. But, as Tony whispers to her after they have the dreaded where-is-this-relationship-going talk, they're bloody well going to have fun while it lasts.
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Tony/Effy
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest. So explicitly incestuous that it's almost ridiculous, but you really should expect that from me by now.
Summary: Fun, in a sick sort of way. That's the only way their relationship can be described. They're in love, sure, have been since before Effy even hit puberty, and they're never going to feel this way about anybody else, but they can't deny they get a kick out of the taboo.
A/N: This is for lurasa but it's really just general Stonemcest because I didn't use the words you requested. :/ I hope that's okay.
It's definitely fun, in a sick sort of way. It's fun for her to stroke her leg against his underneath the dinner table, running her toes up his bare ankles underneath the leg of his jeans while Mum and Dad are in the midst of one of their stupid arguments about the laundry or the wallpaper. And it's fun for them to share a blanket while they sit on the sofa watching a movie, Tony's slender fingers stroking her thigh under her nightie as their parents' eyes stay glued to the TV screen, utterly oblivious. It's fun for her to sneak into his room when she comes back home after a wild night out, and slip into his bed and wake him for a quick fuck, muffling their moans and trying hard not to let the bedsprings creak.
It's fun when they're on holiday in Spain and the two of them split from their parents to go and poke around in some shops or have a walk on the beach, and they can kiss each other in public all they like because nobody knows them. It's even fun at those fucking family reunions that Mum insists they go to, when Uncle Norman is grilling Tony for all the details about the girlfriends he's had in the past, and all the while, Tony's squeezing Effy's hand tightly under the table. It's fun when Auntie Liz comes over, too, in her usual drunken stupor, rambling on about how the two of them could be twins-"a stunningly beautiful pair of twins"-and they give each other a sideways glance and a share a guilty grin when she looks away.
Tony says he doesn't care, doesn't care if it makes him vain to be so in love with someone who looks so similar to him. Effy doesn't either. He's her big brother and he's beautiful and she likes the fact that she can see herself in him-that little smirk he does when he knows he's winning an argument, that sparkle in his eyes when he really, really wants her. Sometimes she likes looking at the family photos framed on the wall when they fuck in the living room-particularly the ones taken when they were little, that one of the two of them sitting on the beach sharing an ice cream, or the one from primary school picture day with the cheesy grins and his arm around her. She likes the reminder that she's fucking her brother. She thinks he does, too.
She doesn't really care that Tony's going out with Michelle. She sort of likes getting Michelle's sloppy seconds sometimes, but she's not sure why. She likes being around Michelle and thinking about what Tony's like when he's with her, if it's the same. She wonders if he's himself, like she knows he is with her. She wonders if they ever play games, if they're ever rough with each other, if he whispers the same things to Michelle as he does to her. She likes the fact that Michelle will never know the truth. The fact that Michelle throws a strop whenever Tony does something 'out of order'-from pinching some girl's arse in a club to giving Maxxie head in Russia-amuses her, because she has no idea Tony's been cheating on her right from the start.
Fun, in a sick sort of way. That's the only way their relationship can be described. They're in love, sure, have been since before Effy even hit puberty, and they're never going to feel this way about anybody else, but they can't deny they get a kick out of the taboo. He calls her 'sis' at the most inappropriate moments, and he knows she likes it. She sits in the dining room and reads 'Flowers In The Attic' by Virginia Andrews or 'Wasteland' by Francesca Lia Block, muttering certain passages under her breath, watching Tony strain to listen, ignoring their Dad telling her to shut up and read in her head "like normal people". He sings songs by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs as he helps Mum do the dishes, belting out "We could do it to each other, like a sister and a brother…" and watching Effy squirm.
They know one day it's all going to break, one day they're going to be found out or they're going to drift apart. Mum and Dad might pick up on it-though Effy insists this is pretty unlikely, considering how wrapped up they are in themselves-or Michelle or Sid might walk in on them. They might slip up, leave some incriminating evidence somewhere. Or they'll just get bored of it, grow out of it, after Tony goes to university and it becomes harder to see each other. They can't avoid that knowledge. It's inevitable. But, as Tony whispers to her after they have the dreaded where-is-this-relationship-going talk, they're bloody well going to have fun while it lasts.