Family is Closer Than Friends

by Anonymous

Summary:

Jackson only felt a little guilty cheating on Chad. It was a fleeting moment, quickly replaced by white-hot lust.

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Read the tags! This is cousin/brother incest! I DO NOT CONDONE THIS!!! THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY!!!

Chapter 1

Jackson only felt a little guilty cheating on Chad. It was a fleeting moment, quickly replaced by white-hot lust. 

He, a Normie, was trapped between two fire elementals—one of which was his brother and the other was his cousin. In fairness, it was hot as hell, literally. Burning-hot hands ran up and down his bare chest, tweaking his nipples. 

So maybe this was all kinds of taboo, but Jackson felt too good to care. 

“Fuck…” he breathed, one of his hands running through Holt’s hair behind him. His brother licked at his neck, occasionally biting down. Heath was in front of him, forehead to Jackson’s, while he rutted his hips against his jeans. 

“Why’re you with—mh—that Normie?” Holt asked, his hands gripping Jackson’s thighs. “You have two—two monsters here who know what you need.” 

Jackson breathed out harshly, “It’s easier—ngh—to be with him in public—than my brother and my cousin.” 

Heath moaned lowly. 

Holt didn’t answer. Instead, he tugged off Jackson’s jeans and boxers. Holt sat him back as he was—legs spread, straddling nothing. 

Immediately, Heath’s fingers avoided his cocklet and found Jackson’s hole. They dug in, rough. The Normie whined, his back arching. 

“I wanna fuck you,” Holt breathed. “Right now. I want that Normie cuck to know that you belong with your kind.” 

Jackson panted harder, “Yeah… Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me so everyone knows who I belong to.” 

Heat coiled around his usually-frozen body. Hot hands groped him while hotter tongues licked and bit his neck. It distracted him momentarily from the burning pain from his hole. 

“Wh—” Jackson barely managed. 

Holt shushed him, “Just relax.” 

“We’ll go slow,” Heath said, but Jackson could hear the desperation. 

Jackson whimpered, getting an “oh, fuck” from one of the elementals, he couldn't tell which one. Everything blended together—pain, pleasure, heat, cold. 

His hole burned. Tears slipped down his cheeks. Heath licked them up. Holt bit his shoulder. 

Jackson soon recognized that his hips were flush to both Holt and Heath’s. He felt so full. He was so stuffed. His legs shook under his weight. His small cock weeped. 

Jackson’s thighs tensed rhythmically and his hole fluttered. His useless arms moved to hold Heath’s hair. He tugged him forward and pressed their lips together. Heath’s hot tongue immediately went to lick and prod at Jackson’s lips, which happily opened. 

Holt behind him felt over Jackson’s thighs, up the crease of his legs and hips, then along his sides. He muffled a moan in his shoulder. 

Jackson slowly lifted himself up. It was an odd angle to fit two cocks inside one hole, but he managed. 

Once all the way up, Jackson let himself drop. A collective groan filled the room. Jackson repeated this, lifting himself up, then slamming down. The noises in the room increased—a collection of whines, moans, cries, and groans. 

Eventually, Holt grabbed Jackson’s hips and started to lift him up himself. The Normie cried out, pleasure burning up his veins. 

This was Heaven, Jackson decided deliriously, or whatever the Monster version of Heaven was. The two dicks inside him rubbed perfectly against his most sensitive parts. Hot, molten lust burned in his gut. 

“Jackson…” Holt moaned behind him. “Fuck, baby… So good.”

Jackson panted at the praise, his cock throbbing. His dick was soaked in his own precum. 

Heath whined something close to Jackson’s name. It made Jackson’s breath hitch nonetheless. 

“H… Haaah…” Jackson moaned. “Hooh… Holt… Heath…” 

“Feels good?” Holt asked breathlessly. 

Jackson nodded desperately, “Harder… Faster… Please…” 

The two Monsters, in unison, helped lift Jackson up and slam him down harder, faster. Their pace kept speeding up as Jackson begged. 

Jackson couldn’t formulate words anymore; all that came out of his mouth were whiny breaths and vague beginnings of Holt and Heath’s names. 

“Close,” Jackson managed. “I’m close!” 

“Louder, baby,” Holt mumbled. “Can’t hear ya.” 

Jackson arched his back and whined, “I’m close! P—Please!! Lemme cum!”

Heath bit Jackson’s earlobe, “Yeah…? Why… Hah… Why should we?” 

Jackson whimpered, “I’ve… been so good. I’m so good… Please… Holt… Heath…” 

After a quick second, Holt finally muttered, “Alright, baby… Cum for us.” 

Holt fisted Jackson’s little cock and he sobbed. He drove himself harder down on the cocks inside him. With the permission given, he let himself go. 

“Holt!! Heath!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Jackson chanted. “Like that— Fuck! I’m— I’m cumming!!” 

Jackson kept forcing himself up and down as he came, covering Heath’s stomach. As he came, the two Monsters savagely and selfishly worked toward their own climaxes. 

Jackson was just a toy to be used. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Holt panted. “Cum on our cocks. Good boy.” 

Heath let out a pathetic whine, “‘m cumming—” 

Jackson was then filled with hot, hot cum. He choked out a moan, feeling wave after wave of lava-like cum. 

Holt wasn’t far behind, biting Jackson’s shoulder and cumming deep inside him. 

More searing-hot cum filled Jackson, but it just made him whine more. 

He was so blissfully full. He was on cloud nine. His head was full of cotton and his limbs were leaden. 

“Jack… Jackson?” 

Blearily, Jackson lolled his head over to the door. Chad was there, eyes wide and shiny. Jackson just blinked slowly. 

“What… What are you doing? Isn’t that… Aren’t you brothers?” 

Holt laughed sharply, “What does it look like, Normie? Yeah, I’m his brother.” 

Once Heath caught his breath, he joined in, “And I’m his cousin. Now, scram—we gotta clean Jackie-boy here up.” 

“Did you force him?!” Chad accused. 

Jackson lifted his heavy head at that, “Fuck off, Chad. We’re done.” He dropped back to Heath’s shoulder, where he promptly fell asleep. 

 

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Jackson woke up slowly. He was so warm. Usually, after he and Holt split, he was freezing. He was so used to their heat. 

Now, he was blissfully warm, both inside and out. 

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. He was face-to-chest with someone blue. Probably Holt. Someone else was wrapped behind him, breathing calmly into his neck. Probably Heath. 

Jackson let himself melt into the sheets. As he shifted his hips to get comfortable, he felt his ass rub against Heath’s cock. 

A mischievous, Hyde-esque idea wormed into his head. 

Slowly, he began to grind back onto Heath. He let his cousin’s cock slip between his cheeks and rubbed up and down. 

Heath’s breath hitched with moans. 

Jackson reached back and grabbed Heath’s dick. He angled it to his under-prepared, under-lubed hole and arched back. He let out a shaky moan, filling himself up. 

Slowly, he began to fuck himself on Heath. He made sure not to move too much to not wake Holt up—it’s not a challenge, per say, as Holt slept like a rock. 

A hot hand on his thigh made Jackson flinch. 

“Keep goin’,” Heath said lowly. He lifted Jackson’s leg up to angle into him better. 

Jackson buried his face in his pillow, stifling whines and groans. The bed rocked with Heath’s thrusts, uncaring to the other person in the bed. 

Jackson felt tears prick in his eyes. It felt so good. He never realized how empty he felt until he was full. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay there, wrapped in the heat of his brother and cousin. He wanted to be there when they came home to use as they saw fit. He just wanted to be a useless doll—a stay-at-home— 

Jackson couldn’t finish that thought without letting out a moan. 

Their stay-at-home wife. He wanted to be their girl. 

“What’s got y’all squirmy?” Heath asked, slowing his pace. He rested his head on Jackson’s, kissing his shoulder. 

Jackson sucked in a breath at the suddenly-slow rolls of Heath’s hips. 

“No thinkin’ during sex,” Heath mumbled. “New rule.” He kissed Jackson’s ear and got back to his previous pace. 

No thinking, Jackson repeated. 

He let himself be swallowed by the pleasure. Anything that had even the faintest whim to come out of his mouth, did. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Heath—” Jackson managed. “Wanna— Yeah, so good— So good for me— Heath… Fuck me… like that…” 

Heath kissed his shoulder and kept driving into Jackson with reckless abandon. 

“Fuck… Fuck your…” Jackson choked on his words. 

“Say it,” Heath muttered, voice muffled by Jackson’s skin. “Say anything you wanna.” 

The floodgates opened. 

“Fuck me— Fuck me— Fuck your wife— Fuck your girl—! Yeah, yeah! Make me your wife! Hah… gah! Yes, yes, please, Health!”

Heath’s hips stuttered, but picked up harsher than before, “Fuck, Jackson. You’re gonna make— gonna make me cum—! You wanna be our wife? Keep you here, all fucked and full? A dumb girl for us to use?” 

Jackson nodded desperately, “Please! I wanna—” He choked on his voice. He didn’t care how loud he was, he just wanted Heath to know how good he felt. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his cock. It was leaking precum like a broken faucet, drooling into its own puddle. It was so wet it looked like a pussy. Fuck, that thought pushed him closer to his climax. 

“Fuh… Fuck my pussy,” Jackson coughed out. He was so close to the edge. 

Heath moaned, louder than before, “Fuck, Jackie— I’m cumming—” 

Jackson cried out in ecstasy, cumming in tandem with his cousin. Hot cum spilled into him, making him whimper. 

“Fuck…” Heath said airily, rocking his hips slowly. “You’re made for us.”

Jackson hummed happily. He wrapped Heath’s arms around his waist and snuggled into Holt. 

“That was so hot.” 

Jackson flinched at the sudden noise. He looked up and saw Holt’s eyes glazed over with lust. 

“H… How much did you hear?” Jackson asked nervously. 

“Did ya hear the part where he wants to be our wife?” Heath asked almost teasingly, tracing Jackson’s hip bone. 

Holt smirked, “Oh, yeah.” 

Jackson blushed, hard, and looked down. It was a bad idea because, there, he saw a clear view of his spent cock, dripping in his own cum. A puddle of cum was slowly seeping into the sheets. 

He whined pathetically. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

Heath gets fucked

The ending's a little rushed cause I didn't really know how to close it.

In Jackson’s car, Heath and Jackson were in the backseat, waiting for Holt after school. Heady breaths filled the car as the two kissed, wrapped around each other. Jackson had Heath pinned to the seat, straddling him and gently grinding down. 

“Mmhh…” Jackson moaned. “My sweet boy.” 

Heath whined at that, grabbing Jackson’s hips blindly. He tried to tilt his hips up, but the Normie kept them pinned. 

“You’re so… submissive,” Jackson purred, tracing Heath’s face. “My sweet, precious boy. You’d let me do anything.” 

Heath nodded, eyes screwed shut. 

“You’d let me ride you right here,” Jackson said in a sultry tone, arching his back to press their cocks together. “Or in class, or in the creepeteria.” 

Heath whined, nodding desperately. His forehead was pinched and his fangs bit into his lip. 

“You’d whine my name because you know who you belong to, don’t you, sweet one?” Jackson hummed. “Tell me who you belong to.” 

Heath whimpered, “Y… You…” 

Jackson made a confused sound. 

“You… and Holt…” 

The restlessness of Heath’s hands told Jackson he was thinking. 

“No thinking,” Jackson purred, threading his fingers through Heath’s hair. “Tell me: who do you belong to?” 

Heath’s breaths were plumes of smoke, “Y—” 

Jackson tugged his head back sharply, “The truth.” 

“Aah… Aaah…” Heath panted. “M—Mommy! Mommy and daddy! I’m mommy and daddy’s sweet boy.” 

Jackson’s brain rewired itself. Lust flared in his gut, coming out of his confined cock in thick globs. He blinked once, twice. 

With a groan, he rolled his hips down with more fervour, “Yeah, you’re mommy’s boy. You’re mommy’s good, sweet boy.” Jackson humped Heath harder, a fine sheen of sweat coating his brow. Hot breaths were pushed out of him, saliva collecting on his lips. 

Heath whined and begged beneath him, eyes wide and hands on Jackson’s thighs. His hair burned, but Jackson didn’t dare remove that position of control. 

“Mommy— mommy— mommy—” Heath cried, tears pooling in his eyes. “Mommy— Please, mommy— Can I—” 

Jackson shivered, his whole body convulsing. Heath looked so pathetic under him, looking up and begging with his big, brown eyes. 

“Anything,” Jackson breathed. “Use mommy however you need to cum.” 

Heath moaned, out loud and ragged. He gripped Jackson’s hips and pulled him down, over and over. He lifted his hips up to grind them together. His moans were bordering on howls, mixes of curses and “mommy”s. Each thrust, each breath, each word pushed Jackson closer and closer to his orgasm. 

“So close,” Heath said. “So close, mommy. ‘m gonna cum… Mommy… Please, let me cum… I’ve been good. I’m your good boy, right? Good boys get to cum!” 

Jackson threw his head back in a silent scream, his hips pounding down on Heath’s. Pleasure shot up and down his spine, down to his toes. 

“Yeah, yeah, mommy’s boy gets to cum! Good boy, mommy’s boy!” 

Heath sobbed out a moan, grinding Jackson down on his cock. 

“Mommy! Mommy! I’m cumming! Thank you— Thank you— Yes, I’m so good— Agck—”

Heath made a strangled noise then collapsed bonelessly. Jackson fell on top of him, panting heavily. 

After a few minutes, Jackson said, “So, a mommy and daddy kink, huh?” 

Heath groaned, “Don’t even.” 

“No, no, it’s cute,” Jackson giggled. “It’s like… another layer of taboo.” 

Heath bit his lip, nodding. 

A gentle tap tap alerted the two of Holt’s arrival. 

 

On the drive back, Jackson made the two sit in the back as he drove home. 

After a few minutes of sharing their days, Holt asked, “Heath, baby, why…” 

Jackson glanced in the rearview mirror. Holt was gesturing to Heath’s cum-damp pants. Heath’s face was engulfed in flame, his hair alight. 

“Aww, baby,” Holt cooed. “Did you and Jackie have some fun while I was gone?” 

~

Heath nodded, silent from embarrassment. 

Holt grinned wickedly. He unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled over to Heath. 

“Do I get my turn?” Holt asked tauntingly, slowly pulling Heath’s seatbelt off, too. 

“Yeah,” Heath said dryly. 

Holt pulled Heath to lay across the bench seat and pressed their lips together. Heath let Holt invade his mouth, licking along his fangs and shoving his tongue down his throat. Heath choked, cock aroused once again. 

These two boys were going to kill him. He hadn’t had this much sex this often with any of his girlfriends. 

Holt grabbed Heath and started to palm him. Heath groaned, his head falling back, exposing the long column of his throat. Holt greedily sucked burns onto his yellow skin. 

“Mmh… turn over for me, baby,” Holt mumbled. Heath did as he was told, arching against the door to the car. 

Slowly, teasingly, Holt pulled Heath’s jeans down. Once his jeans were around his mid-thighs, Holt spread Heath’s cheeks. His claws dug into his skin. 

Heath cried out, the noise strangled, as Holt laved his tongue over his hole. It was hot, burning. Holt did so over and over, wetting him up. Heath whined, gripping onto the leather of the car. Each lick sent shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. On every stroke, Holt’s tongue would tease entrance, but always deny. 

Eventually, Holt’s tongue finally inched into Heath’s hole. 

“Ooh… fuck…” Heath said airily. “Yeah…” 

Holt pulled back for just a moment, “Hold yourself open, baby.”

Heath did so, reaching his arms back to hold his hole open. 

“Fuck!” Holt moaned. “Shit, you’re gorgeous.” 

Heath groaned. 

Holt went back to his hole, slowly pushing his tongue in. One of his hands rolled Heath’s balls and the other gently pushed a finger into Heath. A spike of pleasure shot through Heath. 

He borderline sobbed, “Holt, fuck!” 

Dribbles of precum soaked into the leather of the seat. 

The appendages worked in and out, stretching Heath. Soon enough, another finger joined. 

Heath clawed at the door, moaning loudly. His thighs shook with pleasure. His cock twitched, leaking onto the seat. He was close from just a little touching. 

Holt’s tongue found his prostate and abused it. Heath cried in pleasure—so, so close. 

“Holt. Heath.” 

The monster blinked away tears and looked over at Jackson. They were pulled into their driveway and he was looking at them. 

Holt pulled back, looking at his brother. 

“We’re home.” 

Heath whined, arching his back more, “Please, baby! I was so close! Please—” 

“No,” Jackson said sternly. “Go up to our room, strip, and sit on the bed like a good boy.” 

Heath whined, slowly moving to pull his jeans up. 

“And don’t touch yourself,” Jackson said. “Only bad boys touch themselves without permission.” 

Heath nodded and slipped out of the car. 

The walk to his cousins’ room was a blur. The next thing he knew he was sitting on Jackson’s bed, naked, thumbing a mark on his neck. 

Jackson came in soon, without Holt. He tilted Heath’s head up, looking down his nose at him. Heath whined at that, rolling his hips. 

“Mommy has to make supper,” he said simply. “Be a good boy for daddy and maybe I’ll let you suck my— my clit.” Jackson’s face held sternly, but Heath could see the blush. 

Heath nodded eagerly, “Yes, mommy, I’ll be good.” 

Jackson smiled and kissed him, quick and gentle. He then left, and Holt came in and stood in front of the bed. 

The two stared at each other for a moment before crashing their lips together. It was a desperate kiss, passionate and lustful. 

Holt’s hand found Heath’s cheek and he pulled it. 

“Hold ‘em,” Holt breathed between kisses. Heath did as he was told. Holt shoved two lubed fingers into Heath, fucking them into him roughly. 

Heath moaned arching against Holt, “Fuck, yeah! Ohh… fuck… Like that…” 

A third finger joined the others and Heath cried out wordlessly. The stretch was amazing and Holt kept stabbing his prostate, forcing precum out of his cock. Heat pooled in his legs and stomach.

“Ohh, fuck me,” Heath moaned. “Fuck me! Please— I need you inside me!” 

Holt moaned into his neck, “Yeah? Wanna ask me nicely?” 

Heath panted, “Please, oh my Ghoul, please! I want you to fuck me—! Oh, please, Holt. Fuck me— Cum inside me— Oh, please, d—” 

He had enough brain power to stop himself there. But, Holt was not stupid. 

“Please what?” Holt asked, voice not betraying any emotion. 

Heath whimpered, “Please… daddy.” 

Holt moaned, loud. He unzipped his fly, fished out his cock, covered it with extra lube, and sat Holt above him in less than a minute. 

“Again,” Holt said, looking up at Heath. His eyes were glowing bright. “Say that again.” 

Heath wrapped his arms around Holt’s neck, “Daddy. You’re daddy… I’m your good boy. I’m mommy’s good boy.” 

Holt groaned and shoved Heath down on his cock. Heath cried out, face towards the Heavens. He didn’t need to adjust—he didn’t want to. Immediately, Heath started a brutal pace on his cousin’s cock. 

Holt was moaning beneath him, “Oh, yeah, baby— So good for me! Daddy’s boy, daddy's sweet, good boy.” 

Heath buried his face in Holt’s neck, whining and moaning. 

“Say it again, baby,” Holt said. “Tell me again.” 

“Daddy,” Heath’s voice cracked. “I’m daddy’s boy. I’m daddy’s good boy. I’m so good for daddy.”

“You are,” Holt moaned, driving Heath down faster. 

In an instant, Heath was face-down on the bed, ass in the air. Holt’s hips collided with his with loud clap-clap-clap noises. 

Heath sobbed out a moan. 

“Yeah,” Holt hissed. “Cry for me.”

The two were loud, uncaringly so. Heath sobbed out moans, his whiny, cracking teenage voice making them more pathetic. Holt just let out sharp breaths, an occasional moan slipping out. 

Holt grabbed Heath’s shirt as leverage, the collar pulling back against his throat. Heath choked, his eyes rolling back. Burning tears seared rings into the sheets beneath him. He had never cried during sex before—that was something virgins and ghouls did. But, fuck, did it feel so right. 

“I’m—” Heath tried. His voice was caught by moans and cries. 

“You gonna cum?” Holt teased, grabbing Heath’s hips. 

Heath nodded pathetically. 

“Gonna cum from just a dick in your ass?” Holt asked, his voice getting meaner. “Go on, cum. Cum without daddy touching you.” 

Heath’s moans reached a crescendo—whiny, cracking sobs. He let the heat in his stomach go, letting it encompass him. 

“Dah— Daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Heath moaned. 

Ecstasy filled him as he came, his body shivering. Holt kept ramming inside of him. Pleasure encompassed Heath entirely, filling every one of his extremities.

“Cumming—” 

Heath whined as Holt stilled, but was soon moaning as Holt came inside him. 

This is where he belonged, he’s sure. 

Notes:

why the incest ship gotta be my fave?