Isekai Lochlan

by Anonymous

Summary:

Lochy dies in Thailand and he gets reborn as a hot girl. What will he use his reincarnation for?

(Fucking his brother obviously).

Notes:

Ahhhh a wild ride written all in one day cause we die like Lochy for our passion (writing gay incest creatively)

Chapter 1: Death, Rebirth, and Lochy

The last thing that Lochy sees in his old life is his family’s faces. Then everything goes dark, dark. He’s falling into a pool of water. Drowning. Dying is scarier than he thought. It’s awful, actually, the whole time all Lochy wants is his big brother to make all the pain and darkness go away. 

Then he gasps awake into fluorescent light, and he’s in a pool of ice cold water. He looks down to see…well, boobs. Oh my god. He touches them, squeezes. They’re huge. Lochy stands up to see. Pussy! He’s got a pussy.

He looks in the mirror, and he falls back into the tub, sloshing the cold water out. 

What the fuck? 

He stands back up and, yep, Lochy’s now a girl, and he’s stacked. Like double d’s. He turns around- hella ass as well. Thick thighs. And a cute pussy. One of those innies that Saxon likes from the porn videos.

Saxon!

And god help, Lochy’s first conscious thought is- I’ve turned into Saxon’s type. 

Maybe death isn’t so bad.

But is Saxon in this universe?

It still looks like he’s on earth. Hm, got to figure out the year and country he’s in. He steps outta the tub and that’s when he notices the note on the counter.

Hi, 

If you’re reading this, I’ve successfully taken my own life-

Oh, no! What? 

So it seems Lochy was reincarnated into a body whose soul left. Well, that makes sense, but it’s fucked up. He’s a whole ass ‘nother person. Someone who had a life before he took over her body. He wonders- why would she end her life? 

He keeps reading the letter. It seems like  she was struggling with depression. Poor girl. Her name was Olivia. Well, Lochy’s not going to let Olivia’s body go to waste. 

He hopes that her soul is in a happier place, but, well, no, no easy way to say this, but Lochy’s got her body now. His own body is somewhere in Thailand. He’s not sure he can get back inside it. He remembers what happened on the boat with Saxon- huh, not sure he wants to be back inside his own body right now.  

Lochy goes to investigate Olivia’s apartment. Cute little place. He finds a closet full of pretty designer clothes and dresses. Oh my god, Lochy always wanted to wear pretty things with lace! He puts on a matching silk panty and bra set. He struggles with the bra, but it’s worth it to go to the mirror and check himself out. 

“Oh yeah, exactly Saxon’s type,” Lochy whispers as he tucks a brown curl behind his ear.

If he flexes, Olivia even has abs. He rubs a hand down her breasts and feels the nipples pebble as he imagines Saxon seeing her. This is the exact kind of girl that was the object of his brother’s fantasies. And now Lochy has it all- amazing tits! A pussy! He finds Olivia’s phone and goes to call Saxon before he realizes he has no idea what his brother’s number is. 

Shit. 

And sure, Lochy knows who Saxon is, but will his brother really believe that he’s….himself? 

Ugh. Complicated. 

He could just pretend to be Olivia. Sure, okay, that’s a lot more simple. 

He checks her location. Brooklyn. Cliche, but he kind of expected it. Well, okay, New York is far away from Durham, but he’s sure that he can afford to move down to North Carolina judging by this luxurious apartment. 

He keeps investigating. Year is 2025. It’s the same day and time that he died. Lochy shivers as he realizes it might have happened at the same time as Olivia. 

He keeps digging. Olivia’s an online journalist. Twenty six (same age as Saxon!). She has several ex boyfriends (who all seem to still be in love with her judging by their desperate texts). Good to know Olivia was straight, at least; Lochy looks at pictures of her exes and his stomach twists. Yep. Total douchebags. Saxon would have been Olivia’s type then! That feels like a relief- he’s not disrespecting her taste by planning to use her body for something that she would have disapproved of, at least. It seems like they have the same (horrible) taste. 

Lochy’s got about two days until his family lands back in the states to prepare. Time to put on his big boy (girl?) lace panties and figure out how to make his brother fall in love with him. First things first- logistics. He calls the landlord to cancel the lease. Easy enough. Then he finds a new place to rent. He gets a U-haul to Durham to take all the cute clothes and furniture with him. 

Olivia’s parents are relieved when Lochy calls them, and they offer to come from where they live in Delaware to help her set up her new apartment and help with first of the month rent. Yeah, sure, Lochy agrees. 

Luckily everything in Olivia’s phone can be opened by face recognition, so Lochy easily gets into her banking app, and, wow. Not bad. He’s got a lot of resources to work with to make Saxon fall in love: fit body, loving parents, decent amount of money, and, most importantly, all of Lochy’s knowledge about Saxon.

He feels a pang of pain as he thinks about how his own family must be grieving right now. Saxon’s grief will either be a problem or perhaps an asset in his scheme. He’s not sure if his death will make Saxon more or less desperate for love. 

(Probably more if he knows Saxon.) 

——-

Operation: Make Saxon Fall in Love with Him is off to a rocky start. 

Lochy realizes that he has no idea how to talk to his brother as Olivia. He’s got on a lacy matching set underneath these tight low rise jeans and red tank top. He wonders if it’s all too much. He also has no idea how to do makeup, but Olivia’s natural face is pretty so he just adds a little blush and lipgloss. He can’t fuck that up. He puts her long curly brown hair up into two pigtails because he thinks he remembers Saxon saying he found Baby Spice sexy. Lochy has no idea how to walk in heels so he’s wearing converse like he’s an early 2000s Disney Star. 

“Hi,” Lochy says awkwardly when what he actually means is “hi, I stalked you obsessively for a month to find out where I could stage our first meeting at Starbucks.”

“Hi,” Saxon says back to him, but he does not respond like Lochy had hoped. He just takes his coffee and goes back to his table. Fuck. He did not try to flirt or anything. Ugh, maybe Lochy was wrong. Maybe grief will make Saxon into somebody he does not know anymore. 

Lochy bites his lip as he just stands there with his own drink. Finally, he decides: fuck it. He’s already died once. What else has he got to lose? 

“This might sound crazy, but I, uh, want to talk to you,” Lochy says and pulls a chair over to sit down next to Saxon. His big brother gives him a strange look. 

“Can I help you?”

“We’re the same age,” Lochy blurts. 

“…what?”

“What I mean, um, is. I think we should talk, Saxon.”

Saxon raises his eyebrows so they disappear in his hairline: “How do you name my name?”

Shit.

Lochy points at Saxon’s cup: “It’s there.”

Thank god for Starbucks writing your name on your order. 

Saxon snorts and asks, “Okay, so what did you want to talk to me about…?”

“Olivia,” Lochy introduces and sticks out his hand. 

“Nice to meet you Olivia. I’m Saxon, as you already seem to know.” 

He watches an amused smirk flit on Saxon’s face. Yes! Yes! It’s working, Lochy thinks as Saxon reaches out to clasp his hand and shakes. His heart stutters as he realizes just how big that Saxon’s hands are compared to his now.

“Wow,” Lochy hears himself say in Olivia’s breathless voice, and, oops.

“Wow? Did you just say ‘wow’ after we shook hands? You’re kinda weird for such a pretty girl,” Saxon informs him as he lets go of Lochy’s hand, and Lochy immediately flushes. 

“So, uh, you think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah, I’d say so,” Saxon says appreciatively as his eyes flick up and down. There he is. Lochy’s sleazy big brother, and now Lochy finally gets to be her- the object of Saxon’s desires. He literally died for this, so he might as well enjoy it, Lochy thinks as adjusts his red tank top, so Saxon gets a better view of his cleavage, and his horn dog brother does not disappoint: he immediately looks down to check out her boobs. 

Lochy grins: “Thanks. Well, I’d tell you that you’re handsome, but I’m afraid you already know that.”

“Oh? And I’d say you’re pretty forward,” Saxon says with a laugh and then leans his cheek against his hand and takes a sip of his drink, amused. 

Operation saved! 

Lochy can tell his brother is enjoying this. And Lochy’s bored, and he’s already waited a month for this, so…what the fuck.

“What would you say if I said I wanted to have sex with you?” Lochy asks. 

Saxon chokes on air: “Uh, is this a prank…?”

“No, you’re hot,” Lochy continues, confused. “Don’t lots of girls say that to you?”

“Are you fucking with me? Do lots of girls ask me if I want to have sex with them in a Starbucks? No. Who do you think I am- a movie star?”

Huh.

“But I thought you said lots of girls hit on you,” Lochy blurts. “I mean…I thought that’s what you might say…”

“Yeah, maybe to Lochy-“ Saxon starts and then stops. His face goes dark and he picks up his coffee and sips. “Sorry, Olivia. I'm just looking for more than hookups these days.” 

Lochy’s not sure what to say.  

“Who says I just wanted to be a hookup?“

“You did.”

“I said I wanted to hookup,” Lochy clarifies. “Not that that’s all that I wanted. I’m also kinda…lonely. I miss my big brother.” 

And that admission makes Saxon look up sharply and he asks, “You have a brother?”

No. Olivia does not in fact have any siblings. But Saxon does not need to know that. 

“I had one, but not anymore,” Lochy reveals.

Saxon just stares: “Me too. God, Olivia. How- how do you deal with it? Him…being gone?”

Lochy’s not sure what to say, so he just reaches forward and squeezes Saxon’s hand to comfort him, and it’s the right move because Saxon squeezes back. And Lochy’s heart hurts because he can’t reveal who he is. 

“Keep yourself distracted, Sax,” Lochy says, and his big brother’s eyes widen at that. Oh, the nickname. Right. 

“If you’re love bombing me, then…” Saxon takes a deep breath and exhales as he puts his other hand over Lochy’s. “Keep fucking doing it. I can’t- it’s like everyday I wake up with this…hole. Sorry, depressing, right? Dead brother talk.”

“It’s okay,” Lochy reassures him. “Can’t scare me off easy. People don’t usually talk about death. But I think it’s important, not to bury it.”

“Right,” Saxon says and he’s looking at Lochy not with lust anymore but something else, still hungry. Lochy’s not sure what it is, but so long as Saxon keeps holding his hand, he can look at him any type of way. 

“If it helps, you don’t ever stop missing him, but you find ways to distract yourself,” Lochy says. 

Yeah, and my distraction from my death is trying to fuck you.

And Saxon’s moving closer and lowering his voice: “What kind of distractions?”

Lochy’s eyes flicker down to Saxon’s mouth meaningfully, and he says, “I could show you. But not here.”

“Okay, well, my cars over there. Tinted windows,” Saxon says with his signature fuck-boy smirk.

Score. 

As they walk over his car, Lochy can’t stop looking over at Saxon and it feels surreal. He’s been imagining this moment for a month now, and now he’s close, right besides his brother but still so far away. 

Lochy closes the door of Saxon’s car behind them as Saxon takes his face and kisses him. Lochy gasps at the sudden contact. Intoxicating. And Lochy’s so turned on as he rubs a hand up Saxon’s bicep and kisses him back. Jesus. Those muscles are…insane. His brother is insanely hot. 

He’s not sure if Saxon kisses differently sober or maybe just because Lochy’s a girl this time? Either way, Saxon is taking the lead by cupping Lochy’s face. They make out desperately, both of them hungry for it. This is like all of Lochy’s wildest daydreams. 

And then he pushes Saxon back to straddle him, but, unfortunately instead of being super sexy like he thought, he can’t help but think- I’m back in big brother’s lap! And it goes from a make out session into Lochy happily hugging Saxon and thinking I missed you. 

Saxon clears his throat.

“Sorry, uh, I got distracted,” Lochy says shifting in Saxon’s lap but not letting go of hugging him. “This- this kinda reminded me of when my big brother used to hold me, I guess because…he, he looked like you. Sorry.” 

“Oh.”

Saxon just blinks at him (well, he’s probably taking in the hot mess that is Olivia), and Lochy’s waiting for Saxon to push him away and say that he “killed his boner” or something. What Lochy does not expect is for Saxon to start hugging him back and then- and then his big brother is crying and saying things like “Oh my god, I fucking miss him so badly, god, it hurts so much” and, well, there goes any of the sexy mood. Lochy just holds Saxon to his chest and runs a hand soothingly down his back, all the way from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back, while Saxon sobs. 

Finally Saxon stops, but he’s still pressing his face to Lochy’s (well, Olivia’s) chest.

It’s quiet. 

“You‘re probably never going to talk to me again after this, right?”

Lochy laughs: “I mean it’s not the kinda ‘wet’ I had been hoping for. But you’re…you’re clearly going through something.”

“And that doesn’t scare you? That I’m probably not going to be able to think about anything but my dead brother? This isn’t, like, a red flag to you that I’m obviously emotionally unavailable and need fucking therapy?”

“I think it’s cute,” Lochy says. “That you loved him that much. It would be weirder if you weren’t upset.” 

“You think it’s…cute? That a total fucking stranger is crying on you when you wanted to makeout?”

“Yeah.”

Saxon looks up, and his face is all red and cried out: “You’re weird.”

“Wow. Thanks, Saxon. I mean….at least I’m hot, right? My big brother used to say- a girl is allowed to be a certain amount of crazy, so long as it’s, like, proportional to how hot she is. I would say the same applies to you.”

Saxon sniffles and laughs: “I would have liked your big brother. I also used to say stuff like that.”

“And he also used to say- it’s a numbers game. So I’m…kinda surprised you haven’t gotten my number yet?”

“Look, Olivia. You seem like…a nice girl. Kinda weird, sure. But yeah you’re definitely hot enough to balance it out. Since the whole dead brother thing isn’t enough to scare you off, I also have other stuff going on. Lawyers. I’m currently between employment. And, uh, my dad might be going to jail.”

“Wait. Dad’s going to jail!?”

Saxon gives him a weird furrowed-brow look.

Oops.

Lochy clears Olivia’s throat: “Sorry, what I meant is your dad is going to jail?”

“Yeah, uh, long story short he stole money. I used to work for him, so now I’m out of a job, and- sorry, this is a lot. I seriously do need, like, need insane amounts of psychiatric help. I’m trauma dumping on a stranger. Look, do you want to just, like, pretend this never happened?”

“No,” Lochy answers honestly. “Saxon, I don’t.”

Saxon blinks up at him, confused: “What do you want?”

Huh. What does Lochy want?

“To make out with you,” Lochy says simply and pointedly shifts in Saxon’s lap. “And you haven’t pushed me off yet, so I’m going to say you’re probably still down to fuck. I still am too. Our hot  to crazy ratio is working out I guess.”

And Saxon grins at that and his large hands come down to rest on Lochy’s little waist. 

He squeezes and says, “Tempting.”

“I’m sensing a but…?”

“But I don’t hookup anymore like that, Olivia. I’m trying to change. Look for meaningful soul connections.”

Meaningful soul connections? Oh my god, fucking Chelsea got to him. Gross. The Saxon that Lochy loves and knows would already be balls deep inside of Olivia’s pussy, to be graphic. 

Lochy wrinkles his nose: “Alright, now you are actually giving me the ick, dude.” 

Saxon grins and asks, “Oh, that’s what did it for you? Not the dead brother? Not crying into your tits? Not being unemployed with a dad who might be going to jail? But, god forbid, I want to get to know you before we have sex, Olivia?”

“Call me Livy,” Lochy says because that sounds a little bit more like his real name. “And I think we should get to know one another…by having sex.” 

“Alright, please give me three dates,” Saxon says with a laugh. “And if neither one of us have run for the fucking hills, we can have sex. What do you say, Livy?”

Lochy rolls his eyes, exasperated by this fucking new Saxon behavior. He wants his old sleaze-ball brother back.  

“Fine. Three dates. Can this count as one of them?”

“No,” Saxon says with a snort. “Making out in the back of the car and trauma dumping does not constitute a date.”

“According to…?”

“According to all the books I’m reading on love and marriage.”

Love and marriage.

What. The. Fuck.

Gross, gross, gross. 

Lochy reaches into his back pocket and takes out his phone and shoves it into Saxon’s chest: “Just put your number in and I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say you’re reading books on marriage.”

He finally slides off of Saxon’s lap. God, his brother must really be going through it. He just turned down pussy. He was practically throwing himself at Saxon. 

“Don’t chicks like stuff like that? Marriage? Reading?” 

“Number, Saxon! Put in your number! And no! Well, I don’t fucking know about chicks, but I don’t like sappy stuff like that,” Lochy says. “I just personally think we should distract ourselves from the horrors of, like, death by having really hot sex. But fine I’ll play along. When’s date one?”

“Tonight! I’ll text you a location for eight PM, okay?”

“Okay,” Lochy says sullenly as he opens the car door. “We’ll do it your way, Saxon.”

“The right way, Livy.”

Sure.

God, Saxon is so lucky that Lochy already loves his bossy big brother or he would not put up with any of this fucking soul connection bullshit.

——-

Lochy goes back to his new apartment and decides that he needs to up his seduction game. This new Saxon is bullshit. All Lochy needs is the right push-up bra and slutty mini skirt to break him. Thong? Ok, he’s got no idea where a thong even goes. Inside the pussy lips? No thong. He settles on black lace panties. Perfect.

And Lochy’s right. He does not need three dates to crack Saxon. 

He’s got him in the backseat again after dinner. And Saxon wants him back in his lap, and when he’s panting “Livy” it sounds close enough to “Lochy” to pretend. This time Lochy can feel that Saxon’s hard underneath him. He lets Saxon get his hands under his skirt to squeeze his thighs. Lochy puts his head on his big brother’s shoulder and takes in the familiar scent of him. 

“Good distraction?” Lochy asks as he spreads his thighs, allowing Saxon to press his fingertips to Lochy’s panties, rubbing the wet slickness with his fingers, teasing him. 

“Very good,” Saxon sighs and presses a kiss to Lochy’s bare shoulder. This is so fucked up. Guilt and shame squeeze him as he realizes that Saxon wouldn’t be doing any of this if he knew who Lochy really was. 

You’re fingering your little brother, Lochy holds himself back from whispering as Saxon pulls aside the panties and slips his fingers enticingly over Lochy’s folds, and, oh my god, it feels..insane. So insanely good. 

Lochy’s not played with himself since he entered this body, hasn’t known how, but Saxon knows exactly how to work Lochy’s pussy. He’s getting so wet under Saxon’s fingertips, and they haven’t even gone inside yet.

“Oh my god, Sax,” Lochy cries and he feels Saxon’s cock twitch underneath him at that.

“I like when you call me that,” Saxon moans. “Can you…can you say it again?”

“Sax,” Lochy sighs as Saxon pushes a finger inside, and it’s, wow, so nice and big. Perfect size, really. He wonders why more girls aren’t begging for Saxon to have sex with them if he’s this good. Lochy wants to skip from fingering and just unzip Saxon’s pants, get all of him already inside of Lochy’s cunt, but he also knows that’s way too fast. 

And then another one of Saxon’s big fingers are sinking inside of her, and Lochy’s so wet he can’t fucking breath, and he’s moaning “Sax, Sax, Sax” like a prayer as Saxon pushe’s two fingers all the way inside of him.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” Saxon gasps, and Lochy knows he’s about to say something horrible, but he can’t help it. 

“This is going to sound weird, but, um, could I call you big brother while we do this?” Lochy asks. “It’s…like, uh, a kink for me. Cause- cause I miss mine. My real big brother. Makes me feel closer to him.” 

“Sure, yeah,” Saxon says while his fingers are still moving inside of her, does not miss a fucking beat. “Did he ever, uh, do this to you?” 

“No, he- he never touched me, but he liked to watch,” Lochy confesses into Saxon’s ear, and he feels Saxon shiver. He waits for Saxon to also confess that he liked to watch, but Saxon does not admit anything. 

Saxon just asks, “God, that’s kinda- kinda hot. I’m sorry. Am I allowed to say that? I’m not sure if it’s, like, your trauma or whatever.”

“No, it was hot. I think he got off on it. Watching someone take my virginity,” Lochy says, and he can feel Saxon exhale noisily at that confession, and his cock is throbbing in his slacks, pressed tight to the fabric like he’s trying to escape. Lochy reaches down to rub Saxon, tracing the outline of his cock lovingly. Wants to have Saxon in the palm of his hands again. 

“You’re so big, big brother,” Lochy giggles and kisses Saxon, loving the warmth of Saxon’s fingers filling him up. The stretch feels perfect. He feels so full and loved and close to Saxon while they do this. And he can feel Saxon’s panting into his mouth, coming undone by this little roleplay. If only Saxon knew how real it was for him.

“Fuck,” Saxon gasps against his lips. “That’s hot.”

“What’s hot, big brother?” Lochy asks, pretending to be confused, and he can feel Saxon’s pace inside of his pussy stutter. He likes it. Saxon likes to be called big brother, sexually. Shit. Maybe what happened in Thailand gave Saxon some kind of incest kink? Who knows. Lochy can’t ask without revealing himself. 

So he just spreads his shaking thighs, allows Saxon to bury another finger inside of his pussy, stretching him open, and he’s finger fucking him, and Lochy can hear the happy wet noises his pussy is making in response, even if he can’t see under the mini skirt. 

“Sax- I’m, I’m gonna,” Lochy says and hides his face into Saxon’s neck.

“Yeah? Come on, baby,” Saxon urges. “Let me see you make a mess.”

“God, Sax, big- big brother,” Lochy whines and those words are enough for him to spill all hot and wet and sticky all over Saxon’s fingers, and Saxon keeps going, fucking it all out of him. 

And when Lochy’s finished, he sinks down to his knees and undoes Saxon’s slacks, just like he’s always fantasized about doing. It feels so wrong, tricking Saxon like this, but- but Lochy needs to have it in his hands again, wonders if it’ll feel the same. 

He leans his head happily on Saxon’s thigh and pulls his big brother out, plays with him in the palm of his hands. Saxon’s already leaking, cum dripping down from the tip of his cock and around Lochy’s fingers. His mouth waters at the sight, and he hungrily licks his lips. 

“I told you this was a good way to get to know one another,” Lochy teases as he squeezes Saxon’s cock. He wants to slide his skirt off and press Saxon inside of his still overstimulated pussy, but, again, too fast. He’s gotta…gotta fucking control himself. Somehow. 

“Keep,” Saxon gasps as Lochy rubs his finger over the tip of his cock. “Keep calling me big brother while you stroke me.” 

Oh. 

And Lochy looks up to knowingly meet Saxon’s eyes as he obediently keeps stroking him: “Why? Do you like that, big brother? Like when I get you off?”

“Yeah, Loc- Livy, I like it,” Saxon admits with a groan as he spreads his thighs, and Lochy’s head spins at that confession. Saxon likes it? Liked it?! He wants to ask, but he can’t without revealing his true identity, so Lochy just keeps stroking Saxon, playing with his pretty pink cock. 

And he leans in to kiss the tip softly and says, “Sax, big brother, love you so much.” 

Saxon groans and cums, all over Lochy’s- well, Olivia’s face. 

And then Saxon’s cursing: “Shit, fuck, sorry, Liv. I- should have warned you. I was, uh, caught by surprise.”

“But you liked it?” Lochy asks as he wipes Saxon’s cum off his face. Some of it is on his lashes and cheeks. He curiously wipes it and starts to lick it. Mh. Tastes just like he thought it would. And then Lochy’s leaning in to clean Saxon up with his tongue, and his big brother is twitching and moaning out protests, but he allows Lochy to do it anyways.

“Shit- I- oh my god, Livy. That’s so hot. It’s like you’re fucking reading my mind.”

“Told you this was a good way to get to know one another,” Lochy says with a grin and licks off the salt from his lips. 

Saxon pulls him up, and they start to gently kiss. 

“When’s date two, Sax?”

“Shit, are you free tomorrow morning?”

——-

And that’s how they end up staring at one another over brunch. Lochy’s just taking in how handsome his big brother’s stupid face is, and then he keeps getting flashbacks to last night.

“What are you are thinking about?” Saxon asks him.

“You fingering me,” Lochy confesses immediately, and Saxon groans and rubs his face.

“You’re insane, you know that, right? Like the fuck kind of girl are you?”

“Horny?” Lochy says with a small grin. “Isn’t that your type, Sax?”

And Saxon’s grin wavers: “See, see when you do that- you, god, you really sound like him, Liv. This is really weird, and I hope it’s not the final red flag to make you run, especially after what you called me last night, but sometimes…you remind me of him. My, uh, my little brother. His name was Lochlan.”

“Lochlan,” he repeats, unsure what to say. “Well, you remind me of my big brother.”

“What was his name?”

“Um, Timothy,” Lochy makes up, using his dad’s name, fuck. Super original. 

“Huh? Timothy. That’s my dad’s name, actually!”

Yeah, no shit.

They order food, and Lochy steals food off Saxon’s plate because it’s better than what he ordered. And Saxon’s talking about bullshit yada yada personal development. Mhm. Lochy nods and smiles politely. Boring. 

“You want to go back to my place?” Lochy blurts out when they finally ask for the check.  “I want to blow you.”

And Saxon’s mouth drops open. 

He does not say no.

Ha. Personal development can suck it. Or rather, Lochy will suck it. 

He pushes his big brother onto his bed, and he gets between his legs and just happily rests his head on Saxon’s thigh and asks: “Can you play with my hair, Sax?”

“Oh god, yes, anything when you ask like that.”

And Lochy smiles blissfully as Saxon plays with his curls. He thinks he might cut his hair honestly, so it could feel like the way it did before. And Lochy just rests his cheek there on Saxon’s leg and luxuriates in his big brother’s attention. 

And then he’s looking up at Saxon through his lashes, and his big brother is looking down at him with this look. It’s familiar. He remembers it’s the way that Saxon used to look at hot girls. And that’s Lochy now. A hot girl. God, dreams really do come true. All he had to do was die. That’s not too much to ask for. 

“I’m so lucky I get to suck your dick,” Lochy says as he unzips Saxon like he’s getting a present. 

His big brother laughs: “Yep. Insane. You’re insane.”

“A good distraction,” Lochy says as he gets his hand in Saxon’s boxers and possessively squeezes Saxon’s cock. 

“The best,” Saxon happily sighs. “You’re the best.” 

And Lochy flushes under the praise and looks up at Saxon through his lashes as he pulls him out and starts to stroke him: “Missed me, big brother?”

Ah. That’s it. Saxon’s eyes get all dark, hooded, and glassy, like he’s somewhere else in his head. 

“I missed you so much, god, you don’t even know, baby,” Saxon whispers, and he’s blinking fast; Lochy’s hand stops as he watches hot tears spill from Saxon’s eyes.

“Saxon?”

And Saxon shakes his head as he wipes his cheeks: “No, sorry. It’s just- just. I can’t say what it is. But…but no, please, just trust me. I want you to keep going.”

And Saxon’s silently sobbing as Lochy starts to jerk him off. He wonders if his technique is the same as Thailand. Can Saxon tell it’s him by this? No, he doubts it. Must just think that Olivia is really good. 

And Lochy…

Lochy can’t do this. He can’t fuck his brother, all of this time and effort just to realize he can’t go through with his stupid scheme. Fuck.

“Wait, Saxon,” Lochy stops stroking. “I'm sorry. I can’t.”

“Why not?” Saxon asks, confused. “You don’t want to?”

“I want to! Of course I want to. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and now I have this weird opportunity to just have you, but, god, I can’t. I feel like I’m lying to you if you don’t know who I really am.”

“Okay…who are you?”

Lochy stares up at the ceiling as he tucks Saxon back into his pants and sighs: “You’re not going to believe me.”

Saxon just stares down at him and says, “Livy, you’re freakin’ me out.”

“Okay, let’s start there. I’m not Olivia. Or Livy. Or Liv. I’m…I mean I am, kinda. Last thing I remember was closing my eyes at the pool in Thailand, and then I opened them up and I’m here. And I think- oh my god, I’m Saxon’s type! He would love this-“

“What…? Thailand. Who told you about Thailand?”

“Nobody told me! I remembered it!” Lochy says down to his hands, afraid to look back up at Saxon. “You know the last thing you told me before I died? You told me not to worship you.“

And Saxon’s silence is loud.

“Who…the fuck…told you that?”

“You said nobody was going to make me a man, Saxon. That I would have to do it myself. So I made a mistake. I drank the smoothie, and there must have been something in there. I don’t know what, but-“

“What the fuck?!” Saxon hisses. “You fucking stalker. Did you read all of that shit online about my brother’s death?”

Lochy shakes his head: “No, Sax. I didn’t. I…remember, you told me to make my own shake. You- you were the last person I talked to, before I…I died.” 

Silence.

Fuck. 

He fucked this all up.

“I don’t believe you,” Saxon say as he stands. “This is too weird.” 

“Then how would I know what we did on the boat?”

“…you don’t.”

“I fucked Chloe, you watched, and then I reached over and-“

“Who told you that!” Saxon seethes. “You’re one of Chloe’s friends is that it? That bitch told you everything, huh? Sent you here to torment me?!”

“No. Dude. I’m telling you. I’m…Lochy. That’s how I know what we did on the boat. That’s how I know what the last thing you said to me was! Not to worship you. That's how I know about the blender. How else would I know?”

“I don’t know,” Saxon snaps. “This is an awful prank. I’m- I’m going to go. This was a mistake.” 

Slam.

The door is closed and Saxon’s gone.

Lochy buries his face in his hands and cries.

This is what he gets for telling the truth. Stupid. He’s so fucking stupid. 

———

Saxon texts him that night: how did u know??? There’s no way you could have known I told him not to worship me. Or that no one would make him a man.

I already told you. -L

What…you’re my brother? -S

Yeah. -L

You expect me to believe that? -S

Idk how else to convince you. -L

How did this happen? -S

I don’t know. This girl, Olivia, committed at the same moment I died, and I guess…I took her body? Thats my guess. -L

Why didn’t she take ur body then? -S

I don’t know. -L

Tell me something only Lochy would know -S

You wanted me to go to Duke, not to Chapel Hill -L 

Nah. Could have looked that up and guessed. -S

Something from childhood. -S

You hated the nanny, Olga -L

You would torment her by sitting on the table -L

Shit. Yeah, okay. More. Stuff only he would know. -S

You pretended to love college but all you wanted to do was hang out with me. You came home almost every weekend. -L

Fuck. -S

More. -S

Even before Thailand, you were obsessed with my sexuality. You’d always be poking me, asking me if I was kissing any girls. When I was going to get laid. -L

Huh. -S

The first night in Thailand you walked across the room naked with the IPAD. -L

You saw me looking at you from across the room, and then you closed the door. -L

I could hear you. -L

I wondered if you had wanted me to hear you? -L

No. -S

I didn’t. -S

All hands on deck, right, Sax? -L

Lochy… -S

Shit. -S

Oh my god. -S

Quick- what did I tell you on the boat? Before the girls came outside? -S

That most people didn’t know what they wanted…they were sitting around waiting to be told what to do. And that’s how I could get what I wanted. Confidence. -L 

Yeah. -S

That’s you. -S

Lochy. -S

I…god, this makes no sense. -S

Why???? -S 

I don’t know. I like to think it’s another chance for us. -L

Another chance to do what? -S

You know what, Sax. -L

Big brother ;) -L

Oh god. -S

its not incest now, right? -S

Sure. -L

So you’re thinking about it too, right? -L

what? -S 

Fucking me as a girl? -L

No!!! -S

No I’m not. That’s gross. Disgusting. -S

But If I did fuck you…I mean. -S

You‘re a hot girl now -S

Wouldn’t count, would it? -S

Uh huh. But it’s still me -L

Except no one would know -S 

No one knows about Thailand either -L

Does that mean it wasn’t still me…? -L

Lochy. God. -S

I want to go see you -S

Then come here -L

You know my address -L

If I go there, I’m going to be…confused -S

I might do something I would regret -S

Like what? -L

Like fuck you. -S

Then come over here -L

What are you waiting for? -L

It doesn't count right? -S

Right… -L

Cause you’re…a girl. -S

So it’s not gay. And you’re not technically my brother anymore, right? -S

Right, but… -L

But…? -S

But you would know -L

Wouldn’t you, Sax? -L

Tell me and be fr. Would it make it better or worse when you fuck me- knowing I’m your little brother? -L

I… -S

ETA is 20 min. -S

Better :) -L

Got it. -L

————

And for all of Saxon’s protests over text, he has none when he sees Lochy in person. As soon as Lochy opens the apartment door, dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt, Saxon’s all over him. Slamming the door shut and pressing him back into it. He’s kissing his mouth open, licking the seam of his lips, and pressing inside him. 

“Lochy,” Saxon gasps, hungry. “Lochy. Lochy. Lochy.”

“Yeah, it’s me, Sax,” Lochy reassures him, getting his hands in his big brother’s hair. And then Saxon’s hands are under his shirt, and he hears Saxon moan when he realizes that Lochy’s not wearing any underwear. 

“No one would know,” Saxon says, desperately. “Right? It doesn’t count when you’re in this body, Lochy.” 

They both know it counts. 

But sure. 

Lochy nods and tells Saxon what he wants to hear: “It doesn't count when I’m in this body, Sax.”

And Saxon eagerly feels him up, more eager than he was before he knew it was Lochy, and they both know that. One of his hands squeezes Lochy’s naked thigh while the other goes up to cup his breast. Lochy moans into his big brother’s ear. Fuck. He’s already soaking wet. He can feel his growing wetness just inches from Saxon’s fingertips, and when he squeezes his eyes shut, he pictures Saxon opening him up again, but this time with his cock instead of his fingers. 

“What do you want, Lochy?” Saxon asks as he presses a kiss into Lochy's brown curls. 

“What do you want, Sax?” Lochy teases back as he lets his hands slip down to Saxon’s neck and lets his head hang back, baring his throat to Saxon’s hungry mouth. His brother wastes no time marking him up as his own, sucking possessive hickeys into the soft skin. Lochy’s pussy is achingly wet, slick with want under Saxon’s attentive mouth. 

“I want to be inside you,” Saxon rumbles, truthfully. “I’ve missed you so much, Lochy. Insane. I’ve been going insane. I need to be buried so deep inside you that I can feel every wet inch of you. I need to cum inside you, again and again, until you’re filled up with me. I want…god. I want to get you pregnant. So you can never leave me again.”

Fuck.

“Oh my god,” Lochy gasps, heart speeding up at the confession, and his nipples are pebbling. Jesus, his slutty thighs are smeared wet with his desire, and he can feel a bead of sweat or maybe it’s girl cum dripping down his thigh. Yeah, he’s been wanting Saxon buried deep inside of him since the moment he saw his big brother’s handsome face at Starbucks. Actually, longer than that. Since before Thailand. 

“Tell me to stop now, Loch. Or I’m not going to.”

“Don’t stop,” Lochy whispers. “This is all I’ve been wanting since I woke up in this body. Having you fuck me while I’m inside here.”

“Dosent count,” Saxon whimpers like a pathetic apology for the way his dick is straining his pants at Lochy’s words. Lochy can see the outline, and it makes his mouth water. 

“Technically, you would be taking my virginity,” Lochy reminds Saxon. 

“Oh god,” Saxon says, and his eyes are helplessly blown out and black as he picks Lochy up by his thighs and carries him to the bedroom. Lochy’s got a hand in Saxon’s hair, and he’s kissing Saxon stupid. He can feel his pussy, wet and aching for it, desperate to be filled up by his big brother’s cock. 

“‘M not going to stop, Lochy,” Saxon pants against his lips. “I’m going to fuck you raw. Cum inside of you without any protection, do you understand?”

“Yes, please,” Lochy agrees and eagerly kisses Saxon as his big brother pushes him down onto the bed. 

The weight of Saxon bearing down on him is so sexy. Lochy is weaker in this body than his last. He couldn’t push off the pounds and pounds of muscle that Saxon has even if he wanted to. Even if he screamed and said “no,” he couldn’t force Saxon off of him. He couldn’t stop Saxon from filling up his new pussy with cum. 

And that’s so hot. 

Lochy’s pretty sure Olivia’s not on any birth control. And it makes him so horny; the thought that now his body can get big and heavy with Saxon’s child. He can feel his pussy twitch at the forbidden dream; Lochy has never allowed himself to fantasize about that. It wasn’t possible before, but now? Now, there’s nobody that could stop Saxon from breeding him. 

“What happened to soul connections and marriage?” Lochy teases.

“What do you mean? This is proof we’re fucking soul tied, and I’m marrying you.”

“You think this means we have a soul tie, and you want to marry me?! Dude, you are crazy!” Lochy laughs, and god, maybe Saxon was onto something about girls liking that crap because as soon as Saxon tells him that, Lochy’s so incredibly aroused. Jesus, he wants Saxon inside of him, like, yesterday.

“I warned you I was crazy,” Saxon says with a shrug as he peels off his shirt and then pulls off Lochy’s, so they’re chest to chest. 

“Yeah, but this is certifiable. You want to marry your little brother. I’m still…god, Saxon, just because I have tits and a pussy does not mean it’s not still me. I’m still your baby brother.”

And Saxon just wickedly grins and kisses him: “So guess I’m going to pump a load inside my baby brother?”

Lochy kisses him back, hard and moans against his mouth: “You’ve always been this way, haven’t you? This isn’t just because of the new body, is it?”

And Saxon shakes his head as he presses a gentle finger to Lochy’s wet entrance: “I was already pretending it was you, Lochy. That’s why I couldn’t believe it when it actually was. This is like something out of my wildest dreams. And who’s going to stop me? Now that I have you back, and this time in a more…socially appropriate body; I don’t have to pretend anymore. You think I really gave a fuck about having meaningful connections with women? No. Fuck that. I have you.”

“What happened to ‘don’t worship me?’”

“I was full of shit,” Saxon reveals and the truth has Lochy spreading his thighs as Saxon kisses him down there. He kisses Lochy right there, where he’s wet. 

Possessive fucker. 

“So- so that’s it?”

“What else is there, Lochy? Now that I got you back; you’re mine,” Saxon says and continues kissing his pussy, open mouthed and wet. “All of this is mine, isn’t it? Or were you planning to give it to someone else?”

“No, Sax, it’s- it’s yours,” Lochy whimpers and fists his hand in Saxon’s hair. He’s so turned on, leaking all over the sheets as Saxon starts to lick and suck on him, eyes dark and mouth wet with Lochy. 

And then Saxon is pulling back, just as Lochy’s starting to edge something hot and tight. Saxon wipes his mouth. 

“Want you to cum while I’m inside you,” Saxon says, and, god, Lochy always wanted to see this side of Saxon. This dark, authoritative side. 

He watches with a heaving chest and wet pussy as Saxon strips naked. His brother's cock slaps up onto his abs, and Lochy wants it in him so badly. 

But Saxon wants to play with him first, it seems: “God, missed you so much, Lochy. Can’t believe it’s only been a month. I feel like it’s been years.”

“I know,” Lochy agrees as he eyes Saxon’s cock. He looks up to see that Saxon’s eyes are dark, dangerous. 

“You tried to leave me by dying,” Saxon accuses. 

“No, Sax,” Lochy says honestly. “I didn’t mean to leave you. Honestly. I didn’t want to.”

“Try to get away from me again; I want to see how far you can get,” Saxon leans in to whisper softly against his skin, all fake-sweet, and Lochy does try.

Try being the keyword because Saxon easily pins his wrists over his head with one hand and squeezes them together, so Lochy can’t do anything but squirm against the mattress. 

“I said try,” Saxon says with a teasing, brotherly laugh.

“I am,” Lochy admits, red-faced as he helplessly twists under Saxon, unable to get out. His already licked pussy is a mess, desperate for release, as Saxon teases him. He wants to rub himself off against Saxon’s thigh. He wants to cum so badly. 

“I’m barely holding you,” Saxon continues with amusement. “That’s really the best you got, Loch?”

And he feels himself getting wetter and wetter as he continues to try and break out of Saxon’s grip, turned on by his big brother’s strength over him. 

“Okay, stop,” Saxon orders as he lets go of his wrists, and Lochy does. “Promise me you won’t leave me again. You scared me.”

“I promise, Saxon. I’m sorry. I was scared too, thinking I couldn’t get you back; that you- you wouldn’t recognize it was me in here,” Lochy confesses.

And Saxon just pulls him into a hug, like the one from the first day, but they’re naked now, so it’s sinfully hot, intimate, under the heated gaze of Saxon’s eyes, and there’s nowhere to hide anymore, not from this desire. 

“I would recognize you anywhere, you weirdo,” Saxon promises. “Don’t scare me like that again, Lochy.” 

And Lochy wraps his arms around his big brother’s neck and hugs him lovingly. Big brother. Saxon. Sax. His. Everything. Not even death could keep them from this. 

“I like this new body,” Saxon says softly. “The old one was good too, don’t get me wrong. But this one…well, we’re wasting time. When I could be breeding you. So much easier with a pussy, Lochy. My two favorite things in the world. My Lochy. And pussy. It’s like a gift for me. No more self help books. No more wondering when the next time I’m going to get laid. No more looking for my soulmate. Not when I have you, Lochy.”

And Saxon’s cockhead is pressed up against his wetness, and it’s fucking electrifying. As Saxon speaks, a possessive growl, he rubs his tip against Lochy’s pussy. Fuck. Insane. Lochy might cum before Saxon even gets all the way inside. 

“Going to let me make you a Ratliff again?” Saxon teases. “Will you take our last name back, Lochy?”

Lochy moans, mouth parting in delight: “Yes, Saxon. Want to be yours. All yours. Any way you want. Yours to fuck. Marry. Whatever you want.”

And Saxon responds with his own moan-sigh as he starts to push in, the head of his cock slipping in to stretch Lochy’s pussy open. Perfect, god, Saxon feels perfect inside of him. He looks down to watch Saxon entering him slowly, inch by breathtaking inch. 

“Lochy,” Saxon moans. “Mine. You’re mine. Say it.”  

“Yours,” Lochy promises as he watches Saxon rock into him, and then pull all the way out and then push back in. Ah. Lochy’s eyes flutter at that. The sudden withdrawal and the push back in. Instant warmth and pleasure inside his cunt.  

“I’m going to make you a Ratliff again,” Saxon promises and then rubs a hand down Lochy’s belly as he pushes his cock back in. “And we’re going to make a lot more, aren’t we? I’m going to make you a Mommy, Lochy.”

And it’s insane.

God, but Saxon’s crazy matches Lochy’s crazy, unfortunately. Because this is exactly what Lochy wanted from the moment that he woke up in Olivia’s body. He wanted his brother to look at him like this- like he was his. Because that’s what makes him Lochy, being Saxon’s. Always his. And now nothing and no one can stop them from being together, privately or publicly. Lochy is Saxon’s. And the idea of them being together, for as long as he’s inside this body and maybe even longer after that? Insane. He drags his nails down Saxon’s back and moans. 

“Want that, Sax,” Lochy moans happily. “I want you to make me a Ratliff again.”

And it’s insane how hot this is. Saxon pushes in all the way this time, bottoms out, and Lochy looks down and moans when he sees it. That Saxon is all the way, ball deep, inside of Lochy. There’s nowhere else to go. 

“Dosent count because nobody knows,” Saxon says like it’ll save them from hell. Like Saxon isn’t buried all the way inside his baby brother, and there’s nowhere for either of them to go as Lochy’s cunt pulses hotly around Saxon. They can’t escape this sin with a technicality. Can’t escape the way their souls both know they’re brothers, always were and always will be. 

“I’ll always know,” Lochy says, and that makes it better, even better. That everyone else will see a beautiful “normal” couple, and Lochy will know all the degrees of evil it took for them to get here. The way they’ve corrupted one another so deeply no other soul could fit. 

And Saxon leans down to kiss him, open mouthed and panting, as he pulls out and then pushes back in. 

Devastating. 

Lochy wraps his legs around Saxon’s back as his back arches against the bed. They lock eyes as Saxon slams back in, ah. 

“You’re going to- to break me,” Lochy moans even though it feels so good. His whole pussy flutters and clenches down around Saxon, loving being full of his brother. 

“Not possible,” Saxon says. “No matter what body that you run to, Lochy. I’ll find you, and make you mine. Fuck you until you remember who you belong to.”

And it sounds like a romantic confession to Lochy. 

“Ah, Saxon,” Lochy moans into his big brother’s mouth, and he’s cumming, squeezing down around Saxon, and it comes in waves. He’s gasps, scratching at his back, squeezing his thighs around Saxon, trying to pull him in closer as he orgasms, wet and desperate. 

“Lochy, baby, yes, yes,” Saxon moans, and then he’s cumming too, shooting off inside of him, filling him with his cum, making him his, owning him. 

“Yours,” Lochy moans, and it’s true; their bodies are making it true. 

And Saxon collapses on top of him and says, “Give me five minutes and we’re doing that again. But this time I want you on top.”

————

His mother and father don’t notice. Piper does, of course she does. 

Piper takes Lochy’s wrist and pulls Lochy into the bathroom and slams the door shut. 

“What the fuck is going on,” Piper hisses. “Who are you, really? No fucking way Saxon met a girl and got engaged in a week.”

Lochy self consciously looks down at the diamond ring on Olivia’s finger; it’s an old heirloom from their grandma. He swallows and reminds himself what Saxon told him: nobody can know. Not even Piper. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the shit, Livy. If that’s even your real name. Saxon isn’t capable of loving someone other than himself. What’s your deal?”

I’m actually your little brother reincarnated.

“Um, I- I fell in love,” Lochy stammers under Piper’s glare. 

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Lochy flushes: “Um, not sure. It’s too early to tell.” 

“I knew it! That fucking bastard trapped a nice, pretty girl. Oh my god, Livy, you know that there’s ways to get rid of it, right?”

Lochy puts a protective hand on his belly: “Ah, yeah, but-“

“Piper! Let my fucking fiancée out of the bathroom!”

Piper unlocks the door to glare at Saxon: “You sick fuck! You knocked her up and then proposed?! This is the twenty-first century, Saxon! You pervert! Is this how you fucking grieve?”

Ah, if only Piper knew just how sick it really was.

And Saxon grabs at Lochy’s hand and snatches him back from Piper’s side.

“Give me my…Livy back.”

Piper eyes narrow suspiciously: “I know there’s some sick shit going on here, Sax. And I’m going to figure it out.”

“Good luck,” Saxon mocks, lip twitching. “You won’t find it.”

“Ah! So you admit there’s something you’re hiding!” Piper says with wide self righteous eyes. 

“Paaa-iperrrr,” their mother calls from the kitchen. “Stop harassing Saxon and his pretty fiancé.”

Saxon mockingly puts a finger to his lips and raises his eyebrows: “You’ll never find out, Pipes.”

Piper screams in rage and pushes past the both of them. Lochy feels bad, concealing his identity from his sister, but if this is the only way he can have all of Saxon, it’s what he’ll have to do. 

“You know this is fucked, right?” Lochy says.

Saxon shrugs and protectively puts a hand down over Lochy’s  tummy: “Don’t know. Don’t care- mom asked what you want for dinner, by the way.”

Mom. Dad. Sister(-in-law). His. Again. Almost a Ratliff once more. 

“I’m good with whatever,” Lochy says. “You know me.”

Saxons eyes sparkle darkly: “I do. Know you.”

Chapter 2: First comes Love

Summary:

Wholesome brotherly reincarnation marriage and cream pie sessions 💦💦💦

Notes:

Please enjoy this filth >:) I’ll take any excuse to write “Lochy’s pussy” over and over again (Saxon in the background is nodding and jerking off vigorously)

Lochy thinks dying is the best thing that ever happened to him. 

His life before was a hell of wanting Saxon. 

And now?

Well, now Lochy belongs to Saxon, he thinks as he gazes at Saxon right next to him in their bed. Their bed. It’s theirs, all theirs. This is Lochy’s personal heaven; nobody can stop him from marrying the man he’s loved since the day that he was born. 

“Are you watching me sleep, weirdo?” Saxon yawns as he blinks awake.

Lochy greets him with a shy smile and a chaste kiss: “God forbid I love you, Sax.”

“Aw, you love me, Lochy,” Saxon mocks as he leans over and ruffles Lochy’s curls, which Lochy got cut short to try and imitate his old boy haircut. When they’re alone together, Lochy will wears some of his old shirts as well. They’re oversized on him, but they make nice night shirts, and Saxon loves the sight of him back in his old clothes, especially the way they look so different on Olivia’s body. 

“Someone’s gotta love you,” Lochy teases back. “Piper’s pissed as hell about this, yanno. I had to beg her to be my Maid of Honor. She’s freakin’ out that you, uh, allegedly baby-trapped me.”

“Oh god, can we not talk about Piper in bed?” Saxon groans and grabs Lochy, scoops him up and holds him in his arms to his chest. 

Lochy blushes to see the physical difference between his and Saxon’s body. Saxon is all hard muscles; the epitome of boyhood and masculinity. Meanwhile, Lochy is all soft curves. When he looks down, Lochy sees the gentle bumps of Olivia’s breasts and hips under the thin nightshirt, pressed up against Saxon’s abs. 

Saxon’s big hands slip under Lochy’s shirt to grope his ass and thighs. Lochy gasps at the contact, and he can feel himself becoming wet under his brother’s attention. 

“Let go of me,” Lochy says playfully and tries to squirm away out of Saxon’s grip. Lochy knows that will just excite his brother. Saxon loves it when Lochy tries to escape, loves using his strength to make him stay. 

Saxon rolls over to pin Lochy under him, and he uses his weight to hold him down beneath him: “Oh, you got somewhere to be on a Saturday morning other than pleasing your soon-to-be-husband, Lochy?”

“Yeah, actually I do, asshole. I have a dress fitting today with Mom and Piper,” Lochy says and tries to futilely push Saxon off him.

Saxon lazily takes Lochy’s hands and pins them over his head: “Yeah? Gonna be a good little girl today, Lochy? Put on a pretty white dress for me?” 

“Don’t be an ass,” Lochy squeaks in his flustered girl voice. “But…yes. You know- know I have to play the part of your blushing bride.”

“And you love playing that part, don’t you? You do it so well, being so soft and feminine,” Saxon continues as he presses a soft mocking kiss to Lochy’s lips. His eyes flutter because he never gets tired of his big brother kissing him. It’ll always be crack cocaine for him.

“I’m still a boy,” Lochy says but he’s blushing anyways as Saxon releases his wrists in order to once again grope his thighs and ass. Unfortunately, Lochy might be a boy inside but it also makes him wet when Saxon teases him about his gender. Fuck. 

“You feel like a girl, right here. Wet just like a girl, Lochy,” Saxon says as he presses two teasing fingers to Lochy’s pussy. 

“Ah, Sax,” Lochy gasps. 

He sleeps naked, no panties at least, so Saxon can play with him whenever he wants. Sometimes when Saxon wakes up before him, his big brother spoons up behind Lochy and slips in the head of his cock. And Lochy loves that, waking up to his big brother stretching him open, already panting in his ear. 

Saxon smirks and kisses the corner of his mouth, teasing him: “If you’re a boy, Loch, how come you have such a nice, wet pussy? How come you’re such a slut for my cock?”

Slut.

“Ah, god, Sax,” Lochy moans as his big brother presses a finger inside of him. Saxon knows that he likes to be treated like shit in bed. Likes to be nothing but a hole that Saxon can use anytime. His big brother’s personal fleshlight, to be fucked whenever Saxon wants it.  

The finger stretches him obscenely open. He looks down to watch Saxon’s big finger filling him up. Then another finger. He’ll never get over that; the sight of Saxon filling up Lochy’s pussy. That he even has a pussy. It feels too good to be true. His pussy happily pulses around his big brother’s fingers, and that earns a soft “good girl, Loch” from Saxon as he slowly starts to finger fuck him. 

“That’s my good little slut,” Saxon playfully teases, all big brother mocking, just the way he knows that Lochy loves it. “Always ready to be filled up, aren’t you?” 

“Mmm, Sax,” Lochy whines as Saxon adds a third finger, stretching him all the way open. He listens to the wet sounds of his pussy taking it, being fucked open, and Lochy spreads his slutty thighs wider, earns himself another little “good, that’s it, Loch.”

And Lochy really is a slut for it. 

He can’t help the way that he’s immediately aching for Saxon; he wants him all the time. If Lochy had it his way, he would just stay in Saxon’s bed all day, warm his big brother’s cock with his mouth or pussy. Walk around their apartment naked, easy access for Saxon. Because nothing makes Lochy happier than when Saxon cums inside him, fills him up with his cum, makes Lochy into his fuck toy. 

“I think I already put a baby in you, Loch,” Sax whispers. “But let me pump another load inside of you, just in case.“

Lochy hopelessly moans at that, and Saxon laughs as he feels Lochy squeeze around his fingertips at the teasing: “Like that, don’t you? When I cum in you?”

“Y-yeah, Sax,” Lochy admits, and humiliating as it is, that’s all he craves anymore, Saxon’s cock inside of him, stretching him open, and his big brother’s cum filling up his pussy, turning him from a human into a human fuck toy. Lochy loves it. Loves that his big brother never uses any protection, just cums raw inside of him every day and night, fills him up and lets his cum obscenely drip out. Lochy’s pussy loves the abuse too. Lochy’s never said “no” once. Never. Saxon could bend him over anytime, pull off his panties, and Lochy would let him put it in. Sometimes he wears mini skirts around their apartment without any panties under, just so it’s easier for his big brother to pin him down and push his cock inside him, cum inside while calling Lochy his “good little slut.” 

And Saxon wastes no time this morning; he takes his fingers out of Lochy’s pussy, rips of Lochy’s nightshirt, so he can get his mouth around Lochy’s nipple’s. And Lochy moans and grips his brother’s hair. 

“Sax, yeah,” Lochy moans as his big brother sucks on his pink nipples. He loves it when Saxon is forceful, when he does not give Lochy any choice. 

Saxon pulls off his nipple with a wet pop, and the look in his eyes is dark and predatory. It’s the look he gets right before he fucks Lochy raw. He never asks anymore if it’s okay. Just holds Lochy down and pushes inside him, knows that Lochy is as crazy as him and wants to be bred all the time. 

Lochy’s heart is racing as he watches Saxon line up his cock head with Lochy’s dripping pussy. 

“Sax, I- I gotta go soon,” Lochy gasps as he feels the electrifying high of his brother’s cock head rubbing against his wet pussy. He’s soaking wet for him, ready to be used, but he knows that Saxon likes it when he puts up a bit of a struggle, likes to fuck him into submission. 

“Shhh, you don’t get to decide. I do, Loch; you know that, baby,” Saxon says condescendingly, and in any other situation, Lochy would hate it, but, in bed, he loves it. Loves that he’s just a wet, breedable pussy to his big brother. 

“But- but Piper will be upset,” Lochy continues to whine, just to rile Saxon up, and he earns a growl of disapproval.

“God, Lochy, do I need to gag you?” Saxon groans, and he shuts Lochy up by kissing him as he continues to push in, stretching Lochy’s pussy open with the head of his cock, and it’s like a fucking drug. So insanely hot. 

Lochy enjoys all the positions, but missionary is his favorite. It’s so intimate to kiss his big brother while he’s taking his cock. He loves the slow, throbbing stretch of Saxon inside of him while they make out in the morning light. His eyes flutter when he feels Saxon all the way inside of him. God. Lochy’s so full. His big brother’s cock is all the way inside of him. He shudders as Saxon’s fingers sinks down into his thighs. He’s enjoying this, having Lochy pinned under him, stuffed full to the hilt with his cock, while his tongue is also dominating his mouth. He’s so impossibly full, nowhere to go.

“Sax, I’m- I’m gonna,” Lochy stammers, and he can feel himself edging his orgasm. He’s just so impossibly full of Saxon and his pussy is pulsing, desperate for release. He- he needs-

Saxon pulls away, lips wet and shining, and he grins down at him: “Good girl, Lochy. Cum on your big brother’s cock.”

And Lochy hopelessly moans, unable to hold it back anymore. He squeezes his thighs around his big brother as he feels his orgasm shaking in his thighs, and Saxon just starts to move his hips and fucks him through it. Lochy’s eyes flutter and his toes curl, and he’s gripping his big brother’s shoulders as he’s fucked, like he’s just a pussy to Saxon. He loves that. The disrespect is what makes him cum harder. It’s his favorite thing in the world, being used by Saxon for his big brother’s pleasure. He’s soaking wet on his big brother’s dick, cumming around him helplessly. 

And Saxon just kisses and fucks him through it: “That’s it, Loch. Love feeling you cum on my cock, love it when you take me. Love that you know you don’t have any other choice.”

And Lochy just moans into Saxon’s dominating mouth because he loves it too. That Saxon wouldn’t accept him trying to get away. Wouldn’t take Lochy’s “no.” 

Saxon didn’t give Lochy a choice about marrying him either, just slipped the ring on his finger one night and told him that he should pick a wedding date before he got big with Saxon’s child. And Lochy pretended to be offended, but he was so painfully wet at being treated like an object that Saxon owned. He knows that’s how his brother sees him, anyways, like one of his possessions. Saxon’s personal fuck toy.  

Lochy closes his eyes as he feels the familiar pace of Saxon starting to go wild, starting to get close to cumming inside of him. Lochy can’t spread his thighs any wider. He can’t get any wetter than he is. 

“Mine,” Saxon’s growling as he fucks Lochy. “You’re fucking mine, Lochy. You’re never going anywhere. You’re mine. Mine to fuck, whenever I fucking want. Nobody else will ever have you. You belong to me, Lochy. You’re nothing but mine.”

“Yours, Sax, yours,” Lochy says, over and over, as he feels Saxon curse and orgasm inside of him, filling his pussy up with his cum. It’s disgustingly hot. The way that his big brother is allowed to cum inside of him. It’s so hot it feels like it should be illegal. Well, it was, but not anymore. Now it’s perfectly legal for Saxon to use Lochy like his own personal fuck toy. 

Saxon finishes with a satisfied sigh and leaves it inside of Lochy, loving to be inside of him for as long as possible before he has to go.

“I’m seriously gonna be late,” Lochy whispers.

Saxon groans and rolls off of him: “We should have just gotten married at city hall and called it a day.”

“Sax, you know Mom would have a bitch fit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Saxon groans as Lochy leans over to press an apologetic kiss to his big brother’s sweaty forehead.

“You know I want to just stay here and fuck you all day, right? But we gotta be…people. Especially if we don’t want Piper to hate us.”

“She hates us,” Saxon agrees. “I don’t know why though.”

Lochy privately thinks he does know why, but he says nothing as he slips his engagement ring back. He takes a minute to admire the sight of it on Olivia’s finger before taking it back off again. Sometimes he gets jealous of her hands, vaguely misses the shape of his own, but then he looks down at his pussy, still dripping with his big brother’s cum, and he reminds himself of what pleasure this new body can give them, and he’s grateful for his death. Rebirth. Whatever. 

“She’s still coming around to it. Let’s give her time,” Lochy says as he goes back to give Saxon another kiss, can’t get enough of Saxon’s soft post orgasm kisses. The ones that are sweet and chaste. 

“Time to what? Stop being such a bitch?”

“Dude,” Lochy snaps. “Don’t call our sister a bitch! She’s, like, grieving. And probably confused why you met me and suddenly stopped grieving! Put yourself in her shoes- wouldn’t you be mad?”

Saxon rolls his eyes, never really good at the whole empathy thing: “Whatever. She’s still being…annoying. Just go. Quicker you finish, the quicker we can go back to fucking.”

“Also, um, she keeps asking me if I’m pregnant.” 

“Well. Are you?” Saxon asks, sitting up, eager for the news. 

Lochy shrugs: “Dunno. Haven’t gotten a period since before we…”

“Fucked raw every night?”

“Yeah,” Lochy says with a laugh as wraps a towel around himself to go shower before the fitting. Already late, might as well. 

“Take the test,” Saxon tells him. “I bought you some.”

“I know,” Lochy says as he bounces nervously. “I mean I think I am…? I haven’t had any periods, so…”

“Aw, you’re anxious, Lochy,” Saxon says with a grin.

“No! I want to be pregnant, but, yeah, I guess it’s weird to me? It’s just I- I don’t know. It would be so real. That I’m inside this body. That I’m never going back to my old one. It would feel final,” Lochy confesses. 

And Saxon’s silent.

Finally, he asks, “But would you want to go back? If you could, somehow?”

And Lochy thinks of the ring. Of openly marrying Saxon, in front of everyone. Kissing him whenever he wants to. 

“No,” Lochy says softly. “I like this. Being here. With you.”

Saxon grins and whispers: “….gay.”

Lochy gives him the middle finger as he heads to shower and calls over his shoulder: “If I’m gay, what are you?”

“You’re the one that likes taking dick,” Saxon calls after him. “That’s super gay, dude!”

“The man fucking his little brother’s reincarnation is not allowed to call me gay!” 

“Blah blah still not taking dick, de facto…not gay!”

Lochy just snorts and rolls his eyes.

Saxon logic.

Yeah, as if Saxon does not cum harder every time that Lochy reminds him that it’s him. He knows his big brother loves it more because it’s Lochy, not in spite of that fact. 

God, it’s a good thing he loves Saxon, Lochy thinks as he runs the shower. Because Saxon really can be so annoying sometimes. 

Hopefully Piper won’t be too mad about him running late. 

———

“Livy, you’re late. Again,” Piper says bluntly as Lochy slams the door of Saxon’s white Lexus shut. 

“S- sorry,” Lochy stutters, blushing under his sister’s critical eyes. “Saxon is clingy in the mornings.”

“Gross, too much information,” Piper snaps. “This explains why you don’t have any bridesmaids. You have no life outside of my brother, do you?”

And Lochy can’t tell Piper that actually he has no friends because Olivia isolated and cut everyone off right before her death, and then Lochy moved them down to North Carolina, so he could meet Saxon.

I mean…she’s kind of right. Lochy’s whole life is Saxon. 

“Um, yeah,” Lochy says, feeling pathetic. “I mean, at least I have you. Right, Pipes?” 

And he sees the way that Piper’s eyes glimmer for a second before she turns away with a sharp “whatever, don’t call me that.” 

Oops. Right, he’s not allowed that nickname.

He wishes he could grab his sister and scream- it’s me, Piper! 

But he can’t. 

If he ever revealed his identity, she would be disturbed. It was safer if she just thought that Lochy was some stupid girl that Saxon had baby-trapped. 

That’s what makes Lochy so patient with Piper; he feels guilty that she’s locked out of their heaven. She does not know that Lochy’s happy and alive. Poor Piper thinks her brother is dead dead, and it makes Piper act like…well, there’s no better word than A Bitch. Sometimes people’s grief makes them angry, Lochy thinks as Piper storms inside the shop. 

Their mother is already inside the bridal store, and she’s selected a couple dresses for Lochy. 

“Ohhh, Livy! There’s my pretty little daughter-in-law,” his mother Victoria squeals and hugs him way too tight. “Come look at these dresses. What do you think? I left them flowy, not sure if you’re…well, it’s better not to have anything too tight, right?” 

“Um, yeah, it’s so- so pretty,” Lochy stammers and flushes at the implication, and his hand automatically drops down to his stomach. He should just take the stupid test. 

“Mom, let Livy try them on. You’re hovering,” Piper snaps, using her bitchiness for good. Lochy smiles at her appreciatively. She’ll come around, he’s sure. It’s just a matter of time. 

He tries on the dresses, and the last one is The One. It’s got lace sleeves, and a lace back. The white gown is flowy and floor length. And it’s perfect for…hiding any signs of a bump, Lochy thinks. Because, yeah, there is a good chance that he might already be pregnant. Saxon breeds him every morning and night, after all. It would be crazier if he wasn’t at this point.

He comes out and Victoria claps in delight, and Piper nods in tight lipped approval. That’s the closest her face has looked to happy. Lochy FaceTimes Olivia’s mom, and she starts to cry. Apparently she had never thought that her daughter would live to get married. That makes Lochy start crying too. Because he’s thinking about the fact that he never thought he would get to marry the person he loved the most in the world.

“It feels like a dream,” he tells Olivia’s mom on call and his own mother. Victoria reassures him she’ll pay for it as a wedding gift.

Oh god, Lochy didn’t even look at prices. Him and Saxon are both not working right now. He accepts it graciously with a little smile, and he hugs his mother and wipes his teary cheeks against her shoulder. 

It really is a dream.

Getting to marry Saxon.

“Oh my god, it’s like I’m gaining a child, after- after-“ Victoria stops the sentence short and starts to sob; Lochy squeezes his mother. He wishes he could tell her who he really was. She does not deserve suffering like this. 

“Okay, mom, enough,” Piper snaps, and she’s blinking and rubbing her own eyes angrily. 

“I’m sorry,” Lochy says, and as he stares at himself as a pretty little bride in the mirror, he realizes this white gown is another funeral. There’s a part of him he will never be again. He’s going to be Saxon’s completely. Body, mind and soul. It’s terrifying, honestly. 

“Don’t apologize,” Victoria says through sniffles. “You’re going to be lovely, darling. Beautiful enough to be another Ratliff.”

“A Ratliff,” he whispers happily, grateful that Saxon’s giving him his last name back. 

“Suits you, darling,” Victoria compliments.

“Whatever, it’s weird,” Piper snaps from the sidelines. “Can we go? I already picked out a maid of honor dress while you were doing god knows what with my brother.”

“Probably making another Ratliff,” Victoria says with a wink.

“Ew, mom,” Piper groans. “Gross! Don’t remind me.“

“What!? Saxon told me they’re trying for a baby-“

“Ew, ew, ew! I do not need to think about my brother fucking raw.” 

“Language, Piper,” Victoria protests and then turns on Lochy. “You are trying, aren’t you, darling?”

“Um, yeah,” Lochy says, face red. It feels illegal to confess to his mother that he’s been fucking his brother without condoms. Every time that he kisses Saxon in public honestly it feels like he’s getting away with a crime. 

“I hate this family,” Piper screams in frustration and storms out.

“Sorry,” Victoria apologizes. “Ever since…Thailand. Well, you can imagine it’s been hard on her. But thank you, darling. You’ve absolutely saved Saxon’s life. I’ve never seen my son happier than the day he introduced us to you. He’s positively glowing.”

Definitely all the sex, plus he knows that his brother is alive (kind of).    

“Thank you…I love him,” Lochy confesses to his own mother, and it feels so incredible to be able to say the truth. “I’ve loved him since the day that I met him. Feels like my whole life. In a weird way-“

“No, you two are absolutely soulmates. That’s why,” Victoria interrupts. 

Soulmates? Wow. Lochy’s eyes widen. He wants to tell her so badly, wants her to know.

“I’m…Victoria. Mom. Listen, I’m-“

“Mom?” She cuts him off again. “I love that you already see me as your mother. Oh, Livy. You’re perfect. Couldn’t have picked a more beautiful girl to be a Ratliff than you. Oh, and that ring on your finger. Looks like it was cut just for you.”

“Thank you, mom,” Lochy says gratefully and gives his mother another hug, and he holds her tight, feels her shaking under his touch, and then she’s crying again, and he wishes that he could just reveal his identity. 

At least Victoria is his mother again. 

———

And god, Victoria is his mother again.

“Let’s all go around the table and say something we’re thankful for,” she decides. 

Lochy is subjected to a full family dinner that night at an expensive Italian restaurant. Minus their father, Tim’s currently in federal custody while he awaits trial. Lochy’s been listening to Saxon handling lawyers for weeks now. 

“Pass,” Piper says with an eyeroll. 

“I’m grateful that Piper’s not speaking,” Saxon says with a grin. “Oh, and for my beautiful fiancée of course.”

Lochy flushes: “I’m just grateful to be here, honestly.”

Victoria happily claps: “Grateful for young love. And all the beautiful Ratliff babies you two are going to make.”

And Saxon smirks as he leans over and presses a soft kiss to Lochy’s lips. Ah. He feels a jolt of novelty at being able to kiss in public, in front of their mother and sister, and he knows that Saxon gets the same thrill with being able to get away with it. 

“You hear that? Guess we’re going to have to try again later, baby.” 

Lochy shivers because he knows that Saxon means every word. He can feel his brother undressing him with his eyes; he feels like he’s wearing nothing when Saxon looks at him. His nipples pebble in his silk dress, and Lochy self consciously crosses his legs. Already wet and aching with anticipation for later. 

“Oh my god,” Piper groans as she looks at them with disgust. 

“You have something to say, Piper?”

“Yeah! I do! You- you have no fucking respect, Saxon. You moved on really fast, haven't you?”

“It’s called distracting yourself, Piper!” Saxon snaps. “You should try it sometime.”

“Oh yeah, and does Livy know she’s just a distraction for you?”

“Livy’s the one who taught me that,” Saxon defends. 

God, poor Piper, Lochy thinks as he sees his sister unable to blink back tears this time.

“Aw, Livy? Livy this and Livy that. Well, fuck Livy! I’m sick of this family pretending! Our brother’s fucking dead, dad is in jail! But sure let’s just have a wedding? Let’s just fuck and have Ratliff babies?! In this economy?” Piper seethes, and it’s all coming out now. 

Saxon stands up: “Piper! Stop.”

Piper stands, and they’re both in one another’s faces. 

“Am I the only one who cares? Or does everyone just want to live in delusion?”

“Better than being angry all the time!”

“A wedding isn’t going to save you, Saxon!”

“Well, neither is being a bitch, Piper!”

“Why do you want to pretend that everything’s okay because you found a girl stupid enough to let you knock her up? I’m sick of all of you,” Piper finishes and storms out of the restaurant.

Awkward. 

Victoria sniffs: “So much drama. Who wants dessert?”

Lochy gets up: “I’m gonna…gonna go follow her.”

Saxon shrugs: “Knock yourself out. I’m ordering tiramisu. If she wants to be a bitter bitch- fine! We can’t stop her.”

And Lochy just shakes his head and follows Piper out. She’s crying on the footsteps leading up to the restaurant. He sits down next to her. 

“I’m sorry,” Piper says into her hands. “I can’t be happy for you. I can’t. God, it hurts so badly, and nobody else feels the way I do. Nobody else cares that he’s not here.”

“If it, uh, makes you feel better. On our first date, Saxon cried about him.”

Piper looks up, and, for once, she’s not scowling at him, just…there. 

“Really? And you didn’t think that was a red flag?”

“I thought it was cute. That he loves his little brother that much,” Lochy says, and he thinks ‘you have no idea, Piper.’

“It was a red flag,” Piper sniffles and wipes her face with her hand. “Should have run, Livy.”

“Maybe,” Lochy says with a laugh. 

“Definitely. Have you met Saxon? You really think that man would make a good husband? Father? He can’t even get a job.” 

“He’s busy with the trial. And Saxon has some old college contacts that he’s been reaching out to recently for a job,” Lochy defends him. “And I think he would be an amazing father. Husband? Um, well, I mean, I guess he has time to learn.” 

“I don’t think you can teach someone basic empathy skills. What do you see in him, Liv?”

“He’s like…my best friend. Honestly. I just love him, I don’t know.”

“Oh god,” Piper laughs, a little mean. “You really are marrying Saxon for love. Not for money. Not for our last name. Not for an unplanned pregnancy. You just…love him, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“You’re crazy.”

Lochy grins and playfully shoves at her shoulder: “I match him well. That’s what your mom says.”

“You match our whole family, Liv. We’re all batshit fucking crazy. Honestly. Also I’m sorry for being such a bitch.” 

“I’ll forgive you…if you tell me all the embarrassing Saxon stories you know!”

Piper laughs and wipes her face again: “Oh, you mean you want me to retell his whole life story? Gotcha.”

And Lochy knows most of these stories cause he was there, but he enjoys listening to Piper retelling them and laughing. 

At the end, she gives him a little side hug and tells him that he’s not so bad, but he’s still dumb as shit for marrying Saxon. They come back inside, and Saxon’s saved them both some dessert. Piper just rolls her eyes with a “thanks” and flicks him on the forehead. 

Siblings until the end, Lochy thinks happily as he’s squished between Saxon and Piper. 

———

Saxon’s vibrating with energy when they get back into the apartment. He’s trying to pin Lochy down and pull off his dress. And Lochy’s giggling and playfully slipping from his grasp, and then Saxon grabs him by the waist like he would when he was little and wrestles him down onto the hallway floor. 

“Ouch! Saxon! Piper’s right- you’re- you’re fucking insane,” Lochy laughs as Saxon crushes him with his weight. 

“Try to get away,” Saxon pants because he knows that Lochy can’t. 

They’d play this game a lot when Lochy was little. He’d always just categorized it under “normal brotherly wrestling.” His mother had never blinked an eye when Saxon had pinned Lochy down and told him “try to get away” and then laughed while Lochy failed, but now that they’re older it feels…different. Mostly because Lochy can feel that Saxon’s hard above him as he struggles, and Lochy has to admit that it turns him on that Saxon’s so strong he can fuck Lochy without his permission if he wanted to. 

He’s always admired his brother’s muscles, and found it hot as hell that Saxon could manhandle him, control him, stop him from leaving, and put him in his place. 

Finally Lochy goes pliant on the floor, muscles relaxing under Saxon’s strength, enjoying the weight of being pinned down beneath him. 

“There we go. That’s where you belong,” Saxon says and leans in to steal a hungry kiss, now that he’s won Lochy’s submission. Then he scoops him up and carries him to their bed, where he dumps Lochy down onto the mattress like he’s Saxon’s prize. 

“What if I ran away,” Lochy whispers into the dark as Saxon gets on top of him. “What would you do?” 

Saxon makes a noise in the back of his throat and that feral sound turns Lochy on. Because it means in a couple months he has turned Saxon into something less than civilized. Revealed all the places where Saxon is just as sick, twisted and obsessive as Lochy. 

“I’m faster than you, Lochy. Especially now that you’re a girl. It would be easy for me to chase you down and bring you back. You weigh nothing. I bench press twice your weight. Not to mention I have your location turned on.”

“I could turn it off,” Lochy makes up, trying to provoke Saxon. 

Sure enough, his big brother’s eyes narrow.

“Lochy, don’t you think I’ve thought of that already?” Saxon says softly, a threat, and then presses a bruising kiss against his lips. And it’s not like Lochy wants to escape. Not at all. But he loves the idea of Saxon chasing after him, holding him down, reminding Lochy that he owns him. Legally, physically, sexually. Maybe their whole dynamic is an elaborate game for Lochy to feel safe that Saxon will always possess him. 

“Okay,” Lochy challenges when Saxon finally pulls back. “Let’s see if I can escape this apartment.”

Saxon actually snorts and rolls his eyes: “You can’t, Loch.” 

“Let me try. If I get out the front door, I win. If you get me…you can do whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

And Saxon’s eyes shine at that promise. He’s always liked games. He’s always liked wrestling Lochy down as kids. And most of all, he always liked picking his own prize when he won. 

Saxon sits up, so he’s no longer on top of Lochy, licks his lips and says: “Remember you promised I could do anything to you if I caught you, Lochy. You gonna keep your promise?”

“A promise is a promise,” Lochy teases. He has a feeling he knows what Saxon will do if he wins, and he wants that as well. The image of Saxon tearing off his panties and dress with his muscles flash in his mind and then his heart starts to pick up as he listens to Saxon’s excited exhale. 

“Alright then, Lochy…try to get away from me.”

“You have to, like, say: go.”

Saxon leans in to press a mocking kiss to red cheek and then breathes out: “Go.”

And Lochy races out the bedroom door, heart smacking in his chest, but he does not even make it to the kitchen before Saxon catches him by the back of his silk dress. Lochy tries to wriggle out of the dress, but then Saxon’s hand in his hair, not lovingingly but pulling his curls, hard, and Lochy knows he’s fifty shades of fucked up for loving it. 

“Gotcha,” Saxon says with a laugh and easily pushes him down onto the kitchen counter. “You’re such easy prey, Lochy.”

And Lochy doesn’t say anything, just struggles a bit against Saxon and the counter, just to prove to himself that he can’t in fact get out, even if he wanted to. And he can’t. He’s trapped there under his big brother. 

“What are you going to do to me?” Lochy asks into the darkness as he feels Saxon rub his hard on against his ass.

“Whatever I want that’s the deal, isn’t it?” Saxon taunts and then he’s shoving Lochy’s silk dress up, so Lochy’s naked breasts are pressed to the cold granite, and then he’s shoving Lochy’s panties down.

Lochy whimpers as he continues to wriggle the whole time, enjoying the way that it makes Saxon grip his hips painfully hard, his hands sinking into the flesh of Lochy’s curves as he commands: “Play fair, Lochy, I already won.”

Saxon teases Lochy just like that. He squeezes the flesh of Lochy’s ass in one hand and fingers Lochy with the other.

“Sax,” Lochy moans, helplessly, as his big brother slowly pushes his finger inside him. It feels so good. Like Lochy isn’t allowed to say no. Like it wouldn’t matter to Saxon if he did say no. He’s just Saxon’s prized possession, his favorite pussy to fuck. 

“You’re already soaking wet, Lochy, you sick fuck. You get off on that, don’t you? The thought that it’s easy for your big brother to overpower you? That I can hold you down and fuck you whenever I wanted to. God, Lochy, soon as I saw you in that silk dress and no bra on, I wanted to fucking rip it off you. Fuck you like you were asking for.”

And the dirty words just make him wetter, and he knows that Saxon can feel it. The degradation makes him soaking wet. He’s a whore for being talked down to, especially when it’s Saxon.

“That’s it,” Saxon whispers darkly in his ear as he presses in a second finger. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous by fingering you open, Loch. I could have just shoved myself inside you, and you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh god, you’re the sick fuck; you get off thinking about raping me,” Lochy gasps. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” Saxon taunts as he shoves in a third finger, and Lochy pulses around him. The combination of adrenaline, degradation and arousal twists inside of him, and he can feel himself edging release with every minute that his big brother finger fucks him on the counter. Saxon must sense him getting close because he pulls his wet fingers out.

“No cumming yet, Lochy. I want you to cum on my cock. Love when you get all tight around me.” 

“What if I said I didn’t want to do this anymore?” Lochy asks breathlessly. “What if I called the wedding off?” 

And Saxon’s belt clinks as he undoes it: “There’s nowhere you can run that I won’t find you. If you won’t walk down the aisle, I would drag you down it, Lochy. You’re mine. All of you.”

And it’s disgusting the way that Saxon’s threat sounds like romance to Lochy. Because he feels the same way. He would lose it if Saxon ever tried to pull away from him. Their mutual obsession makes him ache, and it feels like there’s no grand expression: no ring, no wedding, no declaration that gets closer to the truth than when Saxon’s fucking him. That’s real. That’s true. 

Saxon pushes inside of him, and Lochy’s eyes flutter in satisfaction at the feeling of being filled up, used, degraded. He listens to the filthy sound of his big brother grunting as he roughly pushes inside of Lochy’s pussy from the back. Both of Saxon’s hands squeeze his ass, and Lochy arches back into it, pressing his ass into Saxon, so he can feel his big brother all the way inside of him, and - oh, god. It feels so good. Why would god have given Lochy another chance at life if it wasn’t meant for this?

“You going to run away, Lochy? You need this, don’t you? Say it.”

“I- god,” Lochy buried his burning face in his hands as Saxon stills inside of him, squeezing his ass punishingly, waiting to hear it.

“Say it, Lochy.”

“I need this, please, Sax,” Lochy cries, tears burning his eyes. “Need you to fuck me, please.”

And Saxon leans down to press a condescending kiss to his shoulder, and he looks up over his shoulder as a tear stains his cheek. He wants Saxon to see it- see that Lochy is ruined for him. 

“Only you, forever,” Lochy promises as their eyes meet. 

“Good,” Saxon says softly and reaches forward to gently wipe the tear. “Good girl, Lochy, let me hear how much you want it.” 

And Saxon’s eyes are blown black and possessive as he starts to move, fucking Lochy into the counter, at first slow and steady and then picking up the pace. And Lochy obediently cries out because they both know that he no longer has to keep it down. They don’t give a fuck if all the neighbors hear him moaning Saxon’s name. Because all they’ll hear is a girl’s moans. They won’t know it’s him, won’t know that Saxon is really fucking his eighteen year old brother raw.

“Sax, sax, ah, Saxon, please, yes,” Lochy is moaning, loud and needy, and he hopes everyone can hear it; the slap of skin against skin. Saxons grunts as he fucks him from the back.

“Yeah, Lochy, my whore, aren’t you? Love- love that you chose this body just for me, wanted to please me. Love that you made yourself into a girl just for me to have a pussy to cum into, love that- that you’re just a toy for me to fuck,” Saxon says, talking shit, but it’s doing it for Lochy. Because it’s true. He wanted this body so Saxon could fuck him in it, so he could be an object for Saxon to cum inside. 

And it’s when he feels Saxon quivering inside him and gripping his cheeks so hard that it hurts that Lochy knows his brother is going to cum raw inside him.

“Yes, Sax, please,” he moans like the cum-slut he’s become. “Want your cum.”

“Yeah? Want- want your big brothers cum?” Saxon asks with a pained groan, and he’s cumming before Lochy even says “yes” because they both know he does not need Lochy’s permission. He’s free to use him whenever he needs to. 

And that thought makes Lochy’s pussy clench around Saxon, and he moans, high pitched and horny, as he cums around his big brother’s cock while Saxon rams into him, using him as his personal cum-dumpster, filling him up, until he’s dripping, overflowing with his cum. 

“Ah, S-Sax,” Lochy moans as his orgasm comes in waves, and it’s so good, so, so good. 

This was worth dying for, Lochy thinks happily as Saxon pulls out of him and dead weights on top of him on the counter.

“I fucking love you, dude,” Saxon groans. “You’re like made for me, Lochy. I swear nobody on earth understands me like you do.”

“Our freaks match?” Lochy says as he realizes his brother just called him “dude” after nutting into him raw.

“Fuck yeah.”

——-

And Lochy slips out of bed the next morning to take the test. 

Saxon had bought a whole bunch the other day, but Lochy had been too afraid.

He follows the instructions on the back of the box. Waits. He’s sure why he’s nervous. He knows it’s going to be positive. 

And there it is. 

Two pink lines.

Not to be dramatic but he starts to cry. Sob, actually. Because what the fuck? What the actual fuck. It’s not like their baby will physically be incestous of course, no risk there, but god is it emotionally incestous that they’re going to be parents. And what is Lochy exactly? Mom? Dad? It’s so, so fucked. When Lochy had died, he hadn’t seen anything. Just black. So was it just random or something more that had allowed him to reincarnated in this body? A body that could do this? Insane.

Lochy puts it back on the sink with trembling hands, turns on the water, splashes his face, washes his hands and continues heaving, wondering if he’s going to have a panic attack or something. 

Saxon. 

He needs his Saxon. 

So Lochy gets back into bed with Saxon. Lochy puts a hand on his naked tummy, and it’s scary. So scary. Almost scarier than dying.

And then Lochy does what he’s always done when he’s scared; he wakes his big brother up.

“Sax, Sax, please,” Lochy sniffles and shakes him awake. 

“What is it?” Saxon asks, voice soft. “Come here. What happened, baby?”

Baby. 

That’s right Lochy is Saxon’s baby.

“I’m scared,” he says into his big brother’s chest, and his big brother, his forever protector, holds him tight and gives him kisses all over: on his forehead, his nose, his wet cheeks, his lips. Until he’s not crying anymore. 

“Lochy,” Saxon says gently, soothingly. “What happened? Come on, you’re freaking me out. Did you have a bad dream?”

Lochy nonverbally shakes his head.

“Okay. You want me to guess, baby? Alright. Do you have a tummy ache?”

Lochy shakes his head and sighs. He loves Saxon so much, always taking such good care of him, since the moment he was born. In this life and the last. He wiggles closer to his brother, so they’re fully skin to skin. Advantage of them both sleeping naked. 

“Hmmm, did someone send you some scary news?”

Lochy shakes his head.

“Is it something about you?”

He nods.

“Alright, I think…I know what it is,” Saxon says and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Did you finally take the test?”

Lochy does not shake or nod his head, just holds Saxon tighter and sobs.

“Oh, Lochy, shhh, this is good, don’t cry,” Saxon says and gives him kisses all over again, and he just shakes and desperately clings to his big brother for comfort. 

“I’m scared, Sax,” Lochy finally says, voice just a whimper. 

And Saxon just holds Lochy closer and whispers: “I’m here, Lochy. It’s okay, baby.”

Just like he would when Lochy was a little kid, and he needed to be comforted. 

And Lochy just cries, and Saxon holds him through it, never lets him go, not once. Lochy thinks this might be the safest place in the world- Saxon’s arms. 

“M sorry,” he says after, and Saxon just rubs his back.

“Don’t apologize, Lochy.”

“It’s not- I know you’re gonna be a good dad, Sax. I just, like, I don’t know. I guess I never pictured it like this. Even though I love you, and there’s no one else for me. This feels fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Saxon agrees. “I know what you mean.”

He sniffles. Huh.

“Piper was wrong- you do have basic empathy,” Lochy says out loud his inside thoughts. 

“Did she really say I didn’t have basic empathy? That bitch. God forbid I don’t grieve exactly how she does. Suddenly I’m a narcissist,” Saxon snorts. 

“Don’t call her a bitch, and you are a little narcissistic,” Lochy defends Piper. “And to be fair to her it does seem like you moved on from my death weirdly fast.”

“Yeah, well…whatever,” Saxon groans as he rolls on top of Lochy. “Look on the bright side, Lochy; since you’re pregnant, I can fuck you without condoms for the next nine months.”

“I…take it back. You are most definitely a narcissist because what the fuck?!” Lochy says with a laugh as he pushes at Saxon.

Saxon grins and nuzzles him: “Aw, Lochy, come on, I can cream pie you every night without consequence. ‘Cause you’re already pregnant.”

“Dude! You were going to do that either way!!!”

“Mmmm, true,” Saxon concedes as he presses an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “So are you happy again? Can we have sex?”

“You’re…insatiable.”

“Fancy word, Lochy.”

“Gedoffofme,” Lochy groans but does not mean it. 

Lochy grins as Saxon stays firmly on top of him and starts to kiss him. He opens his mouth, allowing his big brother to take what he wants, and he wraps his legs around him.

“We have a couple hours, right, Lochy?” 

“I’m already pregnant, Sax, we don’t have to keep trying.”

“But we have to keep practicing for next time, so we don’t forget how to make one,” Saxon says with a shit eating grin as he reaches down to cup Lochy’s boob with one hand and his thick thigh with the other. 

“Crazy, I’m marrying a crazy person. Piper was right,” Lochy laughs even as he obediently spreads his legs wider for Saxon, always ready to be of service to his brother’s needs.

“It’s going to be so hot when you get all big,” Saxon fantasizes. “I’m gonna have to fuck you from the side or the back right? We won’t be able to do it like this easily.”

“Ugh, of course you have a pregnancy kink,” Lochy groans as Saxon responds by laughing. “Which kink don’t you have, Saxon? Incest. Rape. Pregnancy. Are you collecting them like Pokémon cards?” 

“Gotta catch ‘em all,” Saxon quips as he rolls them over, so Lochy’s on top of him. “Come on, Loch. Wanna see your boobs bounce while you ride me, baby.” 

“Before I have a big belly?”

“Nah, that’ll just make it hotter.”

“God, you’re so fucking weird,” Lochy giggles as he starts to stroke Saxon and leans down to kiss him. 

“Hey! I’m pretty wholesome, all things considered.”

“You say, as your pregnant little brother jerks you off.”

“Shhhh, less talking, more jerking, Lochy.”

“You’re so, so lucky I love you.”

God, Saxon is so stupid sometimes, Lochy thinks fondly as he sinks down onto his brother’s cock, loving how gravity helps push him down onto it, so it fills him up. His eyes flutter as he savors the fullness. Everything feels better with Saxon.

——-

And Lochy is able to hide it for a while. Even as his wedding approaches, he’s barely showing. Saxon claims it’s because of all the sex that they have that’s “strengthened Lochy’s core.” Whatever that means. But yeah, it’s about three months in, and he just has a slight bump. It looks barely like anything, especially because he wears Saxon’s baggy sweaters all the time. Anyways, he’s never out of their apartment, besides to go grocery shopping or maybe to hang out with Piper.

“The turn around from Piper hating your guts to being your bestie is wild,” Saxon says with a grin as Lochy pulls on one of Saxon’s oversized DUKE sweaters to pair with leggings. “Also you need to stop wearing my clothes all the time- it’s making me horny.”

Lochy affectionately rolls his eyes: “Everything turns you on, dude.”

“Nah, but the way my clothes are so big on you,” Saxon says and then pulls Lochy in by his waist. “It’s doing something to me.” 

And then Saxon’s hand slips under the sweater to press his hand to Lochy’s little bump. Lochy flushes and squirms. God. Saxon’s been doing that all the time too, holding him there while they’re cuddling. He’s not sure why but it makes him feel all anxious and shy. It’s somehow more intimate than Saxon eating his pussy. 

“So why are you meeting with our sis?” Saxon asks as he pulls Lochy onto his lap, determined as usual to make him late by being clingy as hell. He’s so handsome though, Lochy can’t stay mad at him. He gently combs his hand through Saxon’s hair, and his big brother sighs happily at the affection. So cute. His big brother is so cute.

“She’s my maid of honor, Saxon! She’s helping me plan out everything for the wedding. It’s in a couple weeks, you know.”

“I’m over this stupid wedding,” Saxon groans as he hugs Lochy close to him and buries his face into his chest. “Can’t we just do the papers?”

“And kill Mom? I don’t think so.”

And Lochy can feel Saxon getting hard under his ass, and he grins. God, truly the most insatiable man alive. 

“I just showered, Sax. Can I just blow you?”

Saxon sighs dramatically: “Fine. You have permission to just blow me, but that means I can cum in you twice tonight.”

“As many times as you want tonight,” Lochy promises as he sinks to the floor and affectionately rubs his cheek against the bulge in Saxon’s sweats. As much as he loves when Saxon cums inside of him. He also loves blowing his big brother so much. He checks his watch- five minutes. He can do that. Easy. 

Lochy pushes back his short curls and looks up at Saxon from under his lashes. His big brother has his legs spread, and he’s looking down at him with parted lips. Mh. Maybe less than five minutes. 

“You’re so easy, Sax,” Lochy teases as he presses a kiss to the outline of his cock head through his sweats. 

“It’s not my fault you look so fucking hot all the time. God, when you really start showing I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself, Loch. You’re going to be so soft and, oh god, going to want to touch you all the time, your pussy will be sore from how much I fuck you,” Saxon fantasizes as he runs his hand through Lochy’s soft curls and grips him, hard. Lochy flushes, and, god, he’s a little wet at that image. Fuck. This is just supposed to be a blowjob.

“Behave,” Lochy says, knowing Saxon isn’t capable of that, as he pulls his big brother from his sweats and starts to suckle on his head. He gazes up at Saxon as goes down, letting Saxon’s cock fill up his mouth. 

“You look so good like that, Lochy. God, it’s you. You’re so good for me. Such- such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Always ready to service me, whenever I want.”

And unfortunately Saxon’s raspy voice and his hand in Lochy’s hair is making him ache. His eyelids go heavy and it feels like he’s in some hypnotic porn trance as he looks up at Saxon’s blissed out face. He wants him so badly, and it’s not enough, not enough to just have him in his mouth.

Lochy groans around Saxon as he reaches down to rub himself through the black leggings he’s wearing. He’s not sure if it’s a consequence of pregnancy that makes him this horny or it’s just the fact he always wants Saxon. It’s practically a disability how fucking horny his stupid brother makes him. 

And then Lochy’s imagining how much he used to want Saxon before Thailand. How as a little boy he would have given anything to be allowed to suck his big brother off, and those thoughts combine to maybe him crazy horny. Fuck. He desperately squeezes his thighs together, and it’s just getting worse.

Lochy wetly pops off Saxon’s cock: “I want- want you inside me, Sax. Can I….?”

And Saxon groans: “Fuck. Don’t even need to ask, Lochy. God. You’re such a whore, can’t believe it.”

And with that Lochy’s pushing his black leggings and lace panties down to his knees and crawling up to Saxon’s lap. He pushes down onto him, and it’s…Lochy sighs in contentment. Saxon’s hands immediately go to his waist, and Lochy whimpers as Saxon pushes him down all the way, so that Saxon’s whole cock is buried deep inside Lochy’s cunt. Fuck. He’s so full, so, so fucking full with Saxon throbbing inside him.

And Lochy lets his face rest on his brother’s shoulder, lets his brother fuck into him like he’s a fleshlight, nothing but a toy for his big brother to use for his pleasure, and it’s so, so insanely hot. To be used like that. To have his ass squeezed. To be an object. 

“God, Lochy,” Saxon rasps in his ear and kisses his neck as he fucks into his pussy. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl for me. Always. So, so good.”

And the praise combined with Saxon slowly fucking into him has Lochy’s pussy wet and aching. It feels so good to be used, to be fucked, to just be a hole for Saxon. He whimpers, loving the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh that fills their apartment.

“My pretty little bride,” Saxon teases. “Is this how you want me to fuck you on our wedding night? You going to hold the white gown up and let me use your pussy, Lochy? Let your big brother finish inside you? Cream pie you?”

And Lochy is non verbal with pleasure, just moaning incomprehensibly into Saxon’s shoulder, letting himself be used, fucked. He can feel his naked breasts bouncing as he lets Saxon fuck him.

Lochy moans “Sax” and then he’s squeezing around his cock, milking Saxon, as his pussy tightens around his big brother’s cock. 

“Sh-shit, Lochy,” Saxon moans, squeezing Lochy’s waist in warning, and cumming inside of him. 

God. 

Lochy giggles as he looks down to see his thighs are sticky with sweat and cum. Gravity makes it leak out of him, and it’s so, so hot. That Saxon’s just able to cream inside of him whenever.

“What happened to later?” Saxon teases Lochy as he pulls off of him with a satisfied sigh.

“Later happened now.”

“Mhm, sorry can you repeat that for me so I can replay that when you blame me for being late to see Piper for, uh, wedding planning?”

Lochy’s totally going to be late to see Piper, isn’t he? 

(He is). 

(But it was so worth it).

————

And they’re crazy, stupid horny, but they’re also crazy, stupid in love as well.

Lochy feels so peaceful as he floats down the aisle, and when he makes eye contact with Saxon; he watches in surprise as Saxon starts to cry.

Oh my god.

Lochy’s totally going to give him shit for crying at the sight of him.

Except, of course, Saxon starts to say his vows, and-

(“I’ll love you in every life. This one. The next. And I’ll find you. Whatever form you take.”) 

Yeah, Lochy’s sobbing.

(“I love you, Saxon. In a way not many people understand. If I could spend every lifetime loving you, I don’t think it would be enough.”) 

And truthfully they’re both so exhausted with the wedding, they collapse that night and sleep together, cuddled up, just happy to be together. 

“I think I just married my brother,” Lochy whispers as he curls up on Saxon’s chest.

“No taking it back,” Saxon teases and kisses his hair. ”I’m only marrying my brother once, okay? If you divorce me, I’m all out of brothers.”

Lochy giggles and thinks that they are pretty wholesome, all things considered. 

Notes:

MMMMMMM!!!!!!! OKAY 9K WORDS WRITTEN IN ANOTHER DAY!!!! Am I insane? Yes. Am I free? Also yes.

Anyways, please let me know how the wholesome brotherly reincarnation bonding was 👀🤪

Should I write more??? (Please sound off)

Chapter 3: Then Comes Marriage

Summary:

Marriage troubles because Lochy is such a Good Wife and Saxon is just a Bro. Then honeymoon sex on a budget. And finally Saxon being a slut for pregnant Lochy and male attention.

Notes:

LOCHY WHY DIDNT YOU LISTEN TO PIPER AND RUN???? 🏃‍♀️

Piper was right. 

Saxon is a bad husband in every definition of that word. Terrible. Selfish. Ungrateful. Narcissistic. Lochy has nightmares that Olivia returns to her original body and is horrified at who the fuck she married. Well, who Lochy had married. 

Lochy tries to focus on the positives. First, he’s saving all of womankind from having to have Saxon as their husband, so that feels a little feminist. He’s taking the proverbial marriage bullet so that no other girl has to. Second, Saxon is still his soulmate, in a twisted way, so there’s zero chance either of them were ever leaving one another. And third, well, it’s the best sex of his life. Any of his lives. 

“You gotta take responsibility that you’re contributing to that dynamic too, though,” Piper tells him on one of their coffee dates. “Livy, you literally let Saxon do whatever he wants to you. It’s concerning. Name one time you told him ‘no.’”

Lochy tries to think of a single time he’s ever said “no” to Saxon. In this life or the last. 

Huh. 

“See?” Piper says and crosses her arms. 

“I mean,” Lochy says as he flushes. “Why would I ever say ‘no’ to him?”

“This is what I mean. Saxon sucks independently of you, of course, but also it’s not helping that you fulfill his every need without him ever needing to ask.”

“But that’s what I’m there for,” Lochy says, confused. Whatever his title (“little brother” or “little wife”) his life has always been lived in service of fulfilling all of Saxon’s needs. Sometimes even before his big brother was aware he had them. Hence, him jacking off Saxon on the boat. Lochy knew what his brother wanted sometimes before he was ready to say it. Great in concept. But, perhaps Piper was right, terrible in reality.  

But Lochy’s not sure what he would do with his life other than make Saxon happy. He doesn't work, doesn’t really want to work to be honest. His only passion is pleasing Saxon, and he’s pretty good at his one job. But now Piper is telling him that perhaps he’s too good at his job. 

Confusing. 

“Livy, what if Saxon told you he needed to fuck all of his coworkers to be happy, what would you say? Would you tell him no?”

Lochy thinks about it: “Well, that’s…if I’m not enough for him sexually and that’s what Saxon needed-“

“Oh my god, no, Liv! No! You’re under his, like, evil spell. Jesus, you kind of remind me of- well, our little brother…Lochy is- I mean, he was the same way. Lochy used to do everything that Saxon said. It was really, really sick. I guess it makes sense Saxon would marry someone that acted the same way.”

“Really?” Lochy asks, now just playing dumb. 

“Yeah, I swear, Livy. I don’t want to gross you out, but last week I heard Saxon almost slip up and call you “Lochy.” I almost threw up.” 

Oops.

“Huh,” Lochy says down to his cup of hot cocoa as his cheeks flush. “That’s…weird. I didn't notice that.” 

(Of course he had noticed. Lochy had been mortified.)

God, and Piper wasn’t stupid. Obviously she had picked up that Saxon and “Livy” had a lot of the same fucked up patterns that Saxon and Lochy had. Only she seemed to believe that this was an unconscious decision on their parts. When the truth was a whole lot more fucked up than she could ever realize. 

“Look, Livy, you need to get a backbone. When’s the last time you asked for what you wanted?”

What…he…wanted…?”

“But, uh, what do I want?” Lochy asks, and he realizes it’s the same question he asked Saxon in Thailand. Fuck. So much for growth. He’s still that little boy inside, looking for his big brother to tell him who he is. But instead of becoming a man, Lochy had become…what Saxon desired most. 

A hot girl. 

“Livy,” Piper sighs and takes his hand. “I’m quite literally going to hold your hand while I tell you this- my big brother is not going to save you. He can’t even save himself. Salvation isn’t Saxon. Who were you before you married him?” 

“Who was I…?” Lochy wonders out loud and settles on the truth.

”Nobody.”

“No, no don’t put yourself down like that. But you must have had a job? Hobbies? Friends? Passions?”

“Um, I guess I was a journalist. But no, Piper, honestly. I didn’t really care about that. I didn’t care about much of anything, really. I gave it all away for him, and- and I think I would do it again,” Lochy says, and he starts to tear up without his own permission, and then Piper’s tearing up, and, oh my god, it’s so, so, so good that Saxon’s not here because he would have made fun of Lochy for being an emotional girl. Maybe said something about “having two sisters now.” 

And when Lochy realizes that he’s crying and shit, he wipes his eyes and says, “Sorry! I don’t know why I’m crying. I'm actually really happy.”

“Happy people don’t burst into tears when discussing their marriage.”

“No, no, Piper I’m super happy. Honest! Saxon would say it’s the hormones again.”

“Hormones? As in pregnancy hormones?” Piper catches immediately, and Lochy flushes and can’t stop the revealing tear that runs away down his red cheeks.

“Uh, yeah, surprise," Lochy says lamely and wipes at his hot cheeks. “You’re going to be an…aunt?”

Piper comes over to hug him, and Lochy hides his face in his sister’s arms. 

“Lochy, you’re supposed to be happy about being pregnant. I think?”

“I’m so happy, can’t you tell?” Lochy sobs and clings to Piper. He’s just scared. Because being pregnant feels scarier than dying. Maybe because he already experienced dying once. 

“Okay, so see you’re saying you’re happy over and over again, but I’m becoming less and less convinced.”

“Pipes,” Lochy says and wishes that his sister knew it was him. She comforts him anyways. 

———

Lochy’s a horrible wife. 

He complains behind Saxon’s back to his own sister. He agreed to be fucked raw every night and now is terrified of the consequences of his own actions? It’s giving victim, ugh. 

Lochy comes home with red rimmed eyes, and he knows that he’s going to have to tell Saxon what just happened. Great. Emotional vulnerability, yeah, Lochy loves opening up about his feelings. 

“Hey, Lochy! Back in time for the game. Glad Piper didn’t steal you for too long.” 

And Lochy feels guilty that he told Piper that Saxon was a bad husband. What is Saxon's worst crime anyways? Being a selfish prick? Lochy knew that when he married him.

His big brother is innocently sitting on the couch, legs in a man spread, as he chugs a beer and watches The Game. Lochy wouldn’t have known or cared what he was watching in any life. And Saxon finishes the beer, crushes it, and throws it in the trash by the TV. It bounces off and Saxon ignores it. Lochy’s finger twitches to go pick it up for him. No, no, he’s gotta…have a backbone. Right. That’s what Piper said. 

“Saxon,” Lochy says softly. “Can you pick that up, please?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure,” Saxon says and picks it up and puts in the trash, eyes never leaving the TV screen. 

Woah.

Lochy blinks. 

Witchcraft. 

He didn’t know he was just…allowed to ask for things? And that if he asked Saxon, his brother would just do it for him. 

Strange, Lochy thought as he sat down next to Saxon. His handsome big brother, who hadn’t noticed anyway was wrong, slings a hand around Lochy and pulls him into his side. Saxon presses a kiss to his curls and immediately gets his hand under Lochy’s sweater to his favorite spot- resting on Lochy’s more visibly pregnant belly. He flushes at how protective it feels. Good. Really good. 

So, was Saxon really a terrible husband or…had Lochy just been such a “good wife,” that he had made Saxon bad as a consequence? Like when parents over-parent and their kids develop learned helplessness. Much to think about.

“So how’s Saint Piper?” Saxon asks as he absentmindedly strokes Lochy’s belly, cupping it from underneath with his hand. 

“She, uh, noticed you called me Lochy last week.”

“Oops,” Saxon says, still watching the TV. “Well, in my defense Livy and Lochy is kinda close. Whatever. Was she suspicious?”

“No, but-“ Lochy interrupts himself as he remembers what Piper had said about asking for what he wants. What does he want right now? Well, for Saxon to stop watching the stupid fucking game and pay attention to him.

Okay. 

So…ask. 

“Saxon, can you…turn that off? I wanted to talk to you about something serious.” 

“Sure,” Saxon says and turns it off immediately. “Wassup?”

Oh, it really is that easy. Lochy’s an idiot. 

“I need-“ Lochy tries to explain and then just tears up again. 

“Yo! Hey! Come here, what’s wrong?” Saxon says immediately concerned and pulls him onto his lap, so Lochy’s straddling him, and he’s already cried too much, so he just gratefully hugs Saxon and sighs, relaxing in his warm touch.

“I love you,” Lochy says. 

“Um, I love you too….and I’m sensing a but,” Saxon says as he hugs him tight and kisses his neck. Lochy shivers.

“But…you don’t notice me. Last night I made you a three course meal, and you ate it like I had served you straw. Might as well. And then you left the table. Didn’t pick up.” 

“Huh,” Saxon says like he’s really thinking about it as he strokes Lochy’s back.

“It was really good, Lochy, but every meal you make is amazing. I thought you knew that, and I, uh, I guess I didn’t know it bothered you. You always do stuff like that for me- cooking and cleaning. I guess I just thought you liked to do that sorta stuff for me.”

“I do like to do it for you. But why don’t you help me? Or acknowledge any of that stuff?”

“But why didn’t you ask for me to help you clean up or for me to acknowledge you? I would have.” 

There it is.

And Lochy laughs and shakes his head: “Would you believe me if I told you…I didn’t know I was allowed to?”

“Oh my god,” Saxon laughs as he leans back to look at him. “Did Piper have to tell you that you’re allowed to ask me to do things?”

Lochy looks up at the ceiling, embarrassed: “Maybe. Dude. I don’t know. Also I burst into tears in front of Piper, blamed it on hormones, and she realized I was pregnant. Then I kept reassuring her I was happy while sobbing.”

“Well, Jesus, I’m sure it made Piper’s day to know I’m a shitty husband. Now she’s going to think I’m, like, domestic violence-ing you.”

“She does not think that. I- Piper did kind of defend you and say that I enable you by never asking for what I want. Or knowing what I want. It’s just…I don’t want things. So it’s hard. I just want you to be happy. That’s actually all I want. Also, I might have implied to her that I would let you sleep with all your coworkers if that made you happy.”

“Would you really? Let Brad and Chad run a train on me?” Saxon asks with a wolfish grin because of course that’s all he got out of what Lochy said. 

Lochy rolls his eyes: “Saxon, I couldn’t think of a single time I’d said ‘no’ to you. Do you really think you wanting to fuck your coworkers is the line? I don’t think I have a line.”

“You have a line.”

“I don’t.”

“If I can ask you for something, and you say, “no,” will you drop this shit forever, Loch?”

“Deal.”

Saxon sighs and says, “Okay, well. I been meaning to ask this for a while. But can we call our baby Lochy?”

“We are not calling our baby Lochy what the fuck,” Lochy laughs as he leans in to give Saxon a chaste peck.

Saxon plays with his curls, tugging at some strands that have gotten longer: “I won! You said no! You gonna drop it? Or I gotta ask you another stupid question?”

Lochy grins, eyes sparkling: “I don’t think you can beat that, but go.”

“Can we do a gender reveal party on a golf course? We could shoot a golf ball, and it explodes into, like, blue dust on all the guests?” 

“Yep. You’re right I do know how to say ‘no.’ No gender reveal party, Saxon,” Lochy groans, but his eyes are sparkling playfully as he leans in to kiss Saxon again. 

Wow, he loves his dumb ass brother so much. 

“See, Lochy? I know what will make you say no, and I keep them inside thoughts,” Saxon says as he gets his hands under Lochy’s sweater to his usual favorite spot- touching Lochy’s baby bump. 

“Bro. I’m a dude in a girl's body. I have to put my foot down at gender reveal. That shit is dumb as fuck.”

“Fucking my coworkers- check. Gender reveal- big, red X.”

“Biggest X-nay to the no-way-in-hell-way, Sax.”

“Alright, alright. Third and final question I know you’re going to say no to…can we do our honeymoon in Italy?” 

“No. Miami, Sax. Come on, it’s affordable. Mom and Dad still have their timeshare there, so we can stay for free.”

“Miami? You think I can flex on my coworkers that I took my hot wife on a honeymoon to Miami?” Saxon groans in disgust. 

Lochy presses their foreheads together so he’s nose to nose with Saxon: “Sax, you have a wife that loves you. That’s your flex, okay? And then a cute baby in a couple months. Chad is on his second divorce and Brad’s dating an escort.” 

“I know, but, Lochy…Miami? What are we- dirty college kids?” 

Lochy sighs. He’s seen the state of their bank account post wedding and pre baby. Not doing so hot even with Saxon’s new job.

“Sax, then I’m going to have to get a job.”

Dirty move, but Lochy knew he would have to play it. Saxon would rather go to jail with Dad than have his coworkers think he needs his wife to work in order to survive. Because god forbid they have a second income.

“No,” Saxon says firmly. “Alright, whatever, Miami. We’ll go to fucking Miami. A beach is a beach. We can get sunset pictures by the water. And then in a year when things are…financially better, I’m taking you somewhere nice like Italy.”  

“Why do you care so much about what your coworkers think?” Lochy complains. “I swear, dude, if your boss told you to go jump off a bridge, you’d be googling the coordinates.” 

“We’re Ratliffs,” Saxon says and flicks his forehead. “Can’t let people think we fell off.”

Lochy didn’t die for this dumb appearance-based shit: “You care too much about what they think, Sax. At the end of the day, Miami or Italy, we’re just going to be spending most of the vacation in the hotel room fucking, you know that, right?”

“Right,” Saxon grumbles, like a school kid who’s being told off. “But fucking in a hotel bed in Italy is more boujee than a hotel bed in Miami.”

“Pussy in Miami tastes just as good as pussy in Italy.”

Lochy struggles not to grin when Saxon says nothing; his brother hates losing a fight, and he’s childish enough to just go silent when he thinks he’s losing. Good thing Lochy knows exactly what to do to make Saxon feel better.

Lochy pulls off Saxon’s oversized blue sweater. Underneath, he’s wearing the lacy black bra he knows that Saxon loves.

“You know, this lingerie is Italian,” Lochy says casually. “Maybe I can get some more for our honeymoon.”

Saxon’s eyes light up, in spite of him trying to stay mad, and then his hands are slipping over the soft lacy black material, and Lochy sighs happily at Saxon’s possessive touch. His big brother slips his hands under, to grope him, and he watches as Saxon’s eyes get all heavy-lidded and horny. Never underestimate the hypnotic power of boobs, Lochy thinks happily. How do girls have any problems? All you have to do with men is show them tits. Argument over. 

“I’m wearing a matching Italian set,” Lochy says softly, and his words earn an excited exhalation from Saxon. 

Gotcha.

“Let me see,” Saxon says eagerly, and he’s wrestling Lochy down onto the couch to peel off his black leggings like he’s unwrapping a present. 

So fucking easy, Lochy thinks smugly. 

Saxon’s not really that deep or difficult to figure out. He pretty much just wants pussy, Lochy, and for every single man he knows to admire him. Simple needs. 

And then Saxon’s pressing adoring kisses to Lochy’s pussy through the lacy black material, and Lochy sighs happily as he runs a hand through Saxon’s soft hair. 

Good boy, he thinks happily as Saxon pulls the lace to the side and starts to lick him. Maybe Saxon isn’t  that bad of a husband. Because as much as Lochy anticipates Saxon’s needs, Saxon does the same for him. 

And then Saxon stops and looks up at him with a glint in his eye: “I know something else you’ll never say no to…do you want me to stop, Lochy?”

Lochy groans: “No.”

Saxon eats his pussy with a smug I win, and Lochy just rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back onto the couch in defeat. 

—------

And then in Miami it’s open season on “how to get Lochy to say no” game. Which is hilarious, honestly. Because Lochy didn’t know how much Saxon had been censoring himself. He didn’t know his big brother was even capable of inside thoughts. 

Unfortunately, as much as Lochy is good at saying “no” to stupid gender reveals and vacations to Italy that’ll put them into credit card debt, he still can’t say “no” to his brother sexually. Excuse him for loving being the center of Saxon’s world. And the object of  his big brother’s desires. Because sue him, Lochy fucking loves to be nothing but an object for Saxon, and there’s no therapy or Piper heart to hearts that’s going to fix that defect in his brain. And it’s worse now that he’s pregnancy, he’s constantly fucking down for Saxon. 

“Can we have sex under a blanket on the plane?”

“Sax” Lochy groans even as his stupid pussy twitches with desire. “I know how horny flights make you, but it’s only two hours to Miami.”

“That wasn’t a no, baby.”

Baby. Ugh. Lochy squirms in his seat: “Wasn’t a yes.”

They’re talking in a hushed whisper by the gate. To make matters worse, Lochy’s wearing a cute little pink dress with a short skirt, and they both know that’s easy access. 

Saxon squeezes Lochy’s thigh and presses a soft kiss to his neck: “Bathroom?”

“…okay, fine! A quickie, only, Sax.”

“Yes! Fuck yes! Best wife ever.”

“If we get banned from flying Delta, it’s on you,” Lochy says but he’s grinning. Life has been fun again after he realized that he was allowed to want things and ask for them. Maybe Lochy is growing up after all. 

And Saxon is spreading a blanket over their laps as soon as the flight takes off. Insatiable. Luckily, they’re sitting by themselves by the back of the plane, right by the bathroom. And Lochy’s learning to say no, but most of the time he really does love going along with Saxon’s crazy sexual schemes. 

He makes eye contact with his brother and smirks as he gropes him under the blanket.

“So different from our flight together to Thailand,” Lochy whispers, lovingly rubbing the hard length of Saxon through his jeans. And his brother spreads his legs and watches him with dark, half-hooded eyes.

“Yeah? I think you’re pretty much the same, Loch. Always been such a girl. Just your tits got bigger.”

And Lochy giggles as he unzips Saxon, and then gropes him through his underwear. He can feel his big brother throbbing happily in his hand, and it’s so perfect. God, Lochy bites his bottom lip as he starts to imagine Saxon inside of him soon. His stupid panties are already wet, since they started to have this conversation. And they’re so horrible that they can’t even wait until their hotel room to fuck. God, they’re going to need a stronger word than “horny” for whatever this is. 

Addiction. 

Yeah, that’s right, Lochy thinks as he gets his hand into his big brother’s underwear and strokes him. He watches, hypnotized, as Saxon’s lips part with pleasure. He’s addicted to making his big brother feel good. 

“Just like our last vacation,” Lochy teases. “Tell me, has my technique gotten any better since Thailand, Sax?”

“Practice makes perfect,” Saxon says as he slips his hand to Lochy’s thigh to squeeze the flesh, and then he’s greedily pushing aside Lochy’s panties and fingering him right there, on the airplane. Outside of the window the sun has started to set, and it’s dreamy and wild. That Lochy and Saxon can touch one another like this. 

“I thought you once said you can’t improve on perfection,” Lochy continues, licking his lips again, as he tenderly wipes a beat of precum from Saxon’s tip and down his length. Saxon’s laugh is half a groan, and he’s got that look in his eye that Lochy is pretty sure got him pregnant in the first place.

I want him to breed me for the next five days straight, Lochy thinks hungrily as he swallows tightly. Saxon twitches in Lochy’s hand as he looks down at Lochy’s mouth. 

Saxon leans closer, so his lips are pressed up against Lochy’s ear. 

“I can’t hear a word you’re saying because I’m thinking about all the things I’m going to be doing to you for the next five days,” Saxon growls, reading Lochy’s mind. And images flash in Lochy’s mind of him ruined on the mattress, Saxon’s cum smearing his pussy. 

Lochy exhales noisily as Saxon’s finger just strokes his wet lips, teasing him, and he plays with his big brother in turn. 

“Bathroom,” Saxon finally whispers. “You go first, and I’ll slip in after.”

And it’s so stupid. They could easily get caught, and Lochy thinks that that makes it better as he tucks Saxon back into his pants. Lochy’s dripping now in anticipation, thighs wet with moisture as he sneaks into the restroom and waits, heart pounding. 

And then Saxon’s slipping in with a grin and locking the door behind them, and he looks handsome as the devil. His hairs already fucked up a little, and Lochy wants him to ruin him more. So since Lochy’s learning to, like, be in touch with his wants and needs, he says-

“I want you to fuck me like I don’t have a choice,” Lochy whisphers. 

And Saxon’s eyes darken at that. And sometimes Lochy wonders why they’re this fucked up. Why he loves it more when he feels like he’s got no choice, like he can’t say no. Whatever. Something to unpack if he ever goes to therapy. Right along with why he was reincarnated and used his new life to fuck his big brother. Choices. 

Saxon sits down on the toilet seat, and then he’s pulling Lochy down onto his lap as he undoes his pants again. And all Lochy needs to do is move his panties to the side, and, ah, yeah, there it is, Saxon stretching him open, gravity helping to push Saxon inside of Lochy, just where he belongs. 

“Good girl, Loch,” Saxon gasps, and he looks up to meet Lochy’s eyes, and, oh my god, Saxon couldn’t look any more handsome if he tried. He always looks the most beautiful when he’s inside of Lochy, when Saxon’s fucked up with how much he loves to buried all the way inside of Lochy. 

And Lochy throbs around Saxon as he feels that Saxon is all the way inside of him. 

Lochy pulls his short dress up, so he can see the pornographic sight of Saxon all the way inside of his pussy, stretching him open. And he has to look down over the curve of his baby bump, and that just makes it better, to know that Saxon’s changed his body, used it for himself. Lochy’s unbelievably wet at the sight of himself pregnant and dripping around his big brother’s cock.

Saxon takes him by the waist, and it’s a good thing Saxon never skips arm day because he’s using his muscles to lift Lochy up and down, and Lochy just helplessly spreads his thighs and allows himself to be used for Saxon’s pleasure.

“Love you, big brother,” Lochy whispers happily into Saxon’s ear. 

Saxon’s rhythm stutters at that. 

Lochy knows that Saxon loves the reminder of who he is. That it makes it better for Saxon. That Saxon’s not just fucking a pussy; no, he knows he’s fucking Lochy’s pussy. And Lochy’s not going to last long, not with the desperate way that Saxon’s breathing, not with the way they’re both repressing their moans, and Lochy sucks down onto Saxon’s neck, anything to stop himself from groaning in pleasure. And Saxon’s increasing his pace, fucking into Lochy like he’s his toy to get off in. 

Someone knocks on the door.

“One minute!” Saxon calls out in a normal voice, and he continues to fuck up into Lochy, and Saxon’s almost there, Lochy can feel that he’s close by the way that his cock is moving inside of Lochy, and he loves that, that he knows the intimate way that Saxon feels right before his big brother cums, and he knows just the thing to push Saxon over the edge.

“Wish- wish you had done this to me on the flight to  Thailand, when I was still in my other body, when I still looked like your little brother,” Lochy whispers and that’s it. Saxon’s shooting off inside of him with an “oh god, Lochy,” and Lochy sighs in satisfaction as he’s filled up with Saxon’s cum. 

And Lochy pulls at Saxon’s hair, telling him nonverbally to stay inside of him. And Lochy sighs wetly against his big brother’s neck, squeezes around him, milking him for all the cum he has left, and he finishes just like that. Fuck. So, so hot. His eyes flutter as he feels wave after wave of his orgasm crashing while Saxon’s big hands sink down into his little waist, claiming him as his. 

“Love you, Lochy,” Saxon says happily after as he finally pulls out of Lochy.

Lochy watches Saxon’s cum leak out of Lochy’s pussy, and Lochy silently communicates “I love you too” with a kiss to Saxon’s parted lips.

Twisted soulmates, right? 

———

The best part about being somewhere nobody knows them is that Saxon is free to call him Lochy without consequence in public. Not like anyone knows what his name is in Miami. 

They spend most of their days on the beach front with a drink in hand. Well something nonalcoholic for Lochy, since he’s still pregnant. And Lochy is embarrassed by the way that he’s showing now. The way that Saxon can see how he’s so big and round. He loves it of course too, being desired that much by Saxon.

When they’re on the beach together, Saxon will clearly be watching him through his sunglasses. Sometimes Saxon will squeeze himself through his trunk shorts, clearly getting horny as he looks at Lochy’s bulging belly. 

You’re driving me insane -S

Lochy looks over at Saxon with a grin as his phone lights up. Saxon raises his eyebrows from behind his sunglasses. 

Are you texting me right next to me? -L

I can’t say the things I want to say out loud right now. -S

mhmmm and what do u want to say, Sax? -L

U look like fucking porn, Loch -S

Like I made you up -S

Can’t believe I can just take u back to my room and fuck you -S

Keep getting flashbacks to last night -S

When I tied your wrists up with my tie -S

And I edged you for an hour with my tongue and fingers -S

By the time you took my cock, you were so wet -S

It felt illegal -S

felt like I was committing a crime, stealing you. -S

Which is ridiculous -S

Why? -L

Because you belong to me now, Lochy. -S

You think you own me, dude? -L

I don’t think. -S

I know. -S

And you know it too. -S

Oh? -L

Look at you, not a single part of you isn’t mine. -S

If anyone on this beach looked at you, they’d see me. -S

got my ring sparkling on your finger and my baby in your belly and even your body is positioned towards me -S

Sax -L

I own you, Lochy -S

Legally. Socially. Your body. All of you is just an extension of me. My property. -S

Oh my god, Sax -L

I’m making you horny, aren’t I? -S 

Shit -L

Everyone here knows I belong to you, don’t they? -L

Not just here, Lochy. -S

Everywhere. -S

Every document you sign. Everyone will know who you belong to. -S

Ratliff. -S

Jesus. -L

Might as well just get Property of Saxon Ratliff tattoo-ed on your thigh -S

It’d be the same thing -S

Lochy’s wet in his fucking black bikini. He takes a sip of his pineapple juice and looks up to meet his brother’s gaze. Saxon’s got those sunglasses on, so Lochy can’t see his eyes, but he imagines they’re dark with desire. 

“Want you,” Saxon finally decides, and he takes Lochy by the wrist, not giving him any choice, as he takes him back to their shared room. The bed is still ruined from last night, and Saxon wastes no time throwing him  against it. 

It’s obscene. The way that now Lochy’s bikini areas are lighter than the rest of him. His breasts and shaved pussy are his natural creamy white color while his belly and thighs are tanned from the sun. 

And Saxon’s also just as golden now. The same color as he was from Thailand, Lochy thinks as his big brother kisses his pussy. He pulses under big brother’s mouth. 

“Yours,” Lochy sighs happily. 

“I know,” Saxon says with a sharp shark grin, all teeth and glinting eyes. And Lochy loves him so much. He loves the parts of him that are greedy. The parts of him that are narcissistic and selfish. Because it’s that part that won’t even ask Lochy’s permission before he’s pushing inside his lips, filling up Lochy’s cunt with his fingers. 

“This is mine,” Saxon says with a grin as he leans up to lick into Lochy’s mouth, and it’s better because Lochy knows that Saxon fingers him for his own pleasure, not for Lochy’s.

“You love fucking my pussy, don’t you?” Lochy asks, and the words are so dirty they send a shiver down his spine. “Love that you’re allowed to do whatever you want to me now?”

“Oh, Lochy, don’t you remember? Mom gave you to me; I've always owned you. Could always do whatever I wanted to you,” Saxon says with a wolfish smile, and Lochy’s cunt pulses against Saxon’s fingers. He’s wet at the absolute degradation and filth that’s coming out of Saxon’s mouth. 

“Would you still fuck me if I was a boy?” Lochy dares to ask for the first time.

“Of course,” Saxon answers easily as he pushes in a third finger. “Don’t you think I’ve imagined it before? Using your old body just like this?”

No, he didn’t know that. Didn’t know that Saxon’s thought about breeding Lochy’s old body too. And that intimate knowledge that he did it for Saxon as a boy makes Lochy pulse eagerly around his big brother’s fingers. 

“The only difference, and I told you the only reason I like this body so much is that everyone can know. Everyone can see that I’ve been breeding you. Can see that I made you like this,” Saxon says, dirty and unforgiving as he fucks Lochy’s pussy with his fingers. “And everyone in public can see the ring on your finger to the baby bulging in your belly and know who you belong to.”

“Oh god,” Lochy whimpers because it’s too much. Saxon finger fucking him and degrading him so perfectly, just how Lochy loves his pussy to be abused. Loves it when Saxon disrespects him, talks about Lochy like he’s just an object to him. 

“You look like my slut,” Saxon continues as he pulls his wet fingers out and wipes them on Lochy’s thigh. “You’re, like, always in heat, Lochy. It’s insane how breedable you are now. And I like that everyone knows. Everyone can see what I’ve done to you every time they see your body.”

“Sax,” Lochy whines as Saxon man handles him to his side. And Saxon knows that Lochy loves that, being positioned and used however Saxon wants him. God, they’re so, so sick. 

“No, what do you like to call me when I’m inside you?” Saxon teases as he yanks down his own swim shorts, and he drives Lochy crazy by pressing his tip to his pussy. Lochy’s buzzing from just that. He moans, unable to use words when Saxon’s teasing him like this. 

“Come on, Lochy, tell me,” Saxon says as strokes the swell of Lochy’s belly and presses the head of his cock into Lochy’s pussy, starting to stretch him open, slowly, achingly slow. 

“Sax,” Lochy whines again, overwhelmed by how much he wants to be fucked by Saxon. It never goes away. No matter how many times he takes Saxon’s cock inside of him, he just wants it more and more every time. This insatiable itch that can only be scratched for a minute when Saxon’s filling him up. 

“Say it,” Saxon growls as he pushes inside him slowly, inch by blissful inch, and Lochy’s eyes flutter as he takes it. 

“Big brother,” Lochy says, submitting to Saxon’s wishes, knows what he loves to hear, especially when he’s inside of Lochy’s pussy. 

“God, yes,” Saxon groans. “Yes, I fucking am. Always going to be your big brother. Fuck, yes. Yes, Lochy.” 

And then Saxon’s taking him by the hips and fucking inside of him from the side, and it’s a great position because Saxon can also rub Lochy’s belly as he does it, remind Lochy of how he’s Saxon’s. How even his body is owned by Saxon. And it’s heaven. And it’s hell. It’s everything. Lochy can feel that he’s close, not much more until they’re both cumming. 

“Mine,” Saxon says and snaps his hips one more time, and he’s cumming inside of Lochy, and it’s so, so good. Lochy will never get tired of Saxon cumming inside of him raw, filling him up with his cum. And then Saxon reaches down to rub Lochy while he’s busting inside him, and it’s enough to make Lochy squeeze around his big brother and milk Saxon’s orgasm while he shakes through his own. 

And then afterwards as they lay there panting, Lochy likes it when Saxon leaves himself inside him, even though he is soft now. It makes him feel close to his big brother. 

“I love you,” Lochy says as he starts to drift off to sleep naked under the fan. 

“Love you too, Loch,” Saxon says softly and kisses his shoulder, and they both fall asleep like that, sticky and satisfied. 

———-

One week of fucking does not feel like enough. It’s over too soon. They’re so tired on the flight back after a week of sunshine and sex, they just nap together under the blanket this time. (Delta airlines none the wiser about what they did last time).

And then Saxon’s gently shaking him awake: “Time to go…Liv.”

Oh, right, Lochy yawns and lets Saxon pull him up from his seat. They’re back in North Carolina. Time to start using that name again. 

The Uber back to their apartment, Lochy resting his head peacefully on Saxon’s shoulder and wondering why he had been going crazy right before they had left. Probably pregnancy hormones, honestly. 

“Lochy,” Saxon says, and Lochy’s eyes snap open at his voice.

Uh-oh. 

That’s Saxon’s best convincing voice. 

“Mh?”

“What do you think about hosting the boys for dinner next week? They want to meet you properly. I talk about you all the time, and, you know, I think it’ll be good networking for me.”

And if Saxon had to choose between Lochy or a hundred random dudes validation, Lochy thinks he would just say “goodbye” and start to pack his bags before Saxon could pick. He rolls his eyes and he already knows what he’s going to tell Piper about the next time they have a sibling date. 

“Oh my god, Sax.”

“Lochy, this is important to me,” Saxon continues, and he’s really convincing when he needs something. 

“Why is it so important to you?”

“Because I have to clean up the Ratliff reputation, you know. And you’re a good look for me. Makes me look like a loyal family man, you know. And look at you- you’re so hot and pregnant. Everyone’s going to be so jealous.”

“Piper was right; you do want to fuck your coworkers,” Lochy groans because as much as Saxon loves pussy and fucking Lochy’s pussy; his real weakness ia male validation. And if the man is older than Saxon and Daddy-isque? Oh god, Lochy thinks as he crosses his arms, a little jealous as he can see it in his mind’s eye. His brother might tease him for being “gay,” but Saxon’s the one who’s a slut for men. 

“What? Lochy. No, this is like, like male bonding, shit. Alpha dog stuff. I gotta assert myself. And they’ll probably bring their girlfriends. For me, come on.”

And Lochy’s still shit at saying “no” to Saxon. He knows that he should, but, god, it’s so hard when he can feel just how badly that Saxon wants this, and he knows how happy his “yes” will make his big brother. 

“Okay,” he says. “But our apartment is not huge. Just two coworkers maximum, okay? And tell them it’s just, like, a casual dinner. Nothing fancy.”

“You’re the best, Lochy,” Saxon says, happy as Lochy had predicted, and he’s rewarded with kisses everywhere. 

“You’re so lucky I love you,” he groans. “Cause I hate your coworkers.”

“Why?”

Why.

The question is so dumb Lochy refuses to even answer it. He’s heard the way that Brad and Chad talk about women, and it makes Saxon look like a feminist. 

“You know why,” Lochy grumbles and Saxon just peppers him with more grateful kisses. God, he thinks about how he’s saving all of womankind from Saxon by marrying him. Because who else would put up with all of Saxon’s demands? 

Lochy sighs as Saxon rewards him by fucking him good every night, eating his pussy and fingering him, and fine, yeah. Lochy’s not above being manipulated, especially if the manipulation is sex with Saxon. 

So Lochy spends the week deep cleaning their apartment. Everything. He scrubs the bathroom until it gleams. All the appliances they own. Even cleans out their closet, not that the guests are going to go there, but still. Gotta do a thorough job. He gaslights himself that he’s just being dramatic and Saxon’s coworkers can’t be that bad, can they?

Lochy spends Friday cooking up a three course meal. All the way to homemade Tiramisu he keeps in the freezer cause he knows that’s Saxon’s favorite. 

It’s about an hour before they come that Lochy freaks out.

“Just tell them I’m sick, Sax, and we can’t do it.”

“Dude, we can’t cancel on them an hour before I’ve been hyping this up for a week. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is nothing hides my bump anymore except for your clothes, Sax, and I can’t greet them wearing your Duke sweater and leggings, can I? It’s not that informal.”

“Don’t you have, like, a nice, flowy dress?”

“Just the wedding dress, Sax!” Lochy says and throws his hands up in defeat. 

“Is this, like, pregnancy hormones? You’re acting like Piper.”

Lochy briefly contemplates murder. 

“Sax, cancel.”

“Lochy, please.”

“Saxon!” Lochy groans even though cancelling at this point is not realistic at all, and he honestly did prepare such good food. God, stupid fucking body showing that he’s pregnant, and why does his brain find that so humiliating? 

“Alright, let me look,” Saxon says, calmly, because one of them needs to be normal right now. Usually it’s Saxon throwing temper tantrums, so now it’s Lochy’s turn for once. And Saxon finds a light blue babydoll at the back of his closet that will definitely hide the bump, but, unfortunately, the color alone is a gender reveal.

Lochy puts it on, flushed, and he says: “This is a humiliation ritual. That’s it; I’m dying again. It can’t get much worse.” 

“You look cute, Lochy. I’d have sex with you in this.”

“You’d have sex with me if I was wearing a garbage bag, dude. Your primary concern is pussy, and your secondary concern is how fast you can stick it inside. And then your third concern is if your coworkers know that you’re having sex with a hot girl, and if they’re imagining it.” 

Saxon thinks about it: “True, yeah. But you still look hot.” 

“And pregnant.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” Saxon says with a grin. “So fuck it, just wear what you want then. You can’t hide it, Loch.”

Lochy groans but privately agrees, attempting to hide it is futile at this point. He pulls out his favorite red dress. It’s stretchy, but it’s most definitely going to be tight around that area. Well, fuck it. If Lochy’s going to be humiliated, he might as well be hot while he’s doing it. He’s still tanned from Florida, and his hair’s got little highlights in the ringlets. He sighs as he slips on the dress, and Saxon rewards him for his obedience by kissing his neck while Lochy gazes at their reflection in the mirror. He lets his head loll back onto Saxon’s shoulder behind him. 

“You know you’re selling a lie,” Lochy whispers as Saxon’s hands wrap around him. 

“Which part? Seems to me it’s true: you’re hot as fuck, an amazing wife, and obsessed with me. I don’t see any lies.”

“You know what I mean,” Lochy says. “I feel like I’m playing a part, Sax.”

“But you play it so well,” Saxon praises, presses another kiss to his neck and that makes Lochy shiver. “You’re whoever I want you to be tonight.”

And Lochy groans. Because who’s going to tell his body that playing the role of Saxon’s submissive little trad wife isn’t hot as fuck? It won’t get the message. Unfortunately, he can already feel the ache between his thighs growing.

And Brad and Chad are just as horrible as Lochy remembers them being. He actually first met them when he was a fourteen year old boy, not that either of them would know that. And they’d bullied him back then. Now, they were both looking at Lochy with such obvious lust in their eyes it was revolting. Lochy only likes it when Saxon looks at him like that. He does not want any other man in the world to perceive him, but this is clearly what Saxon wants. 

“Saxon mentioned his wife was hot, but damn, he really undersold it,” Chad says with a grin. 

“Thanks,” Lochy says, mouth tight. 

Brad is polite enough to not saying, but his eyes say it all when he looks Lochy up and down. 

Gross gross gross. 

Brad’s latest escort that he’s passing off as his girlfriend, “Lola,” is here. She looks like one of the “boat people.” Twenty one and most definitely just in it for the money. Lochy is as polite as his mother trained him to be. A model of good southern hospitality, of course. 

Saxon puts a proprietary hand on Lochy’s thigh when he finally sits down next to him after serving the table. And then they start to talk business and eventually dude stuff like cryptocurrency which Lochy is not going to allow Saxon to invest it because he knows when something sounds dumb as fuck. His eyes glaze over. In neither lifetime was he interested in making money. 

He makes eye contact with Lola, who’s also staring blankly ahead, and by some wordless agreement; they both head off towards the kitchen.

“They all want to suck one another off so bad,” Lola whispers and Lochy can’t help but laugh. He wasn’t expecting for her to say that but he fully agrees.

“I thought I was the only one who saw it,” Lochy whispers back. 

“Male sexuality is so centered around impressing one another it’s kinda gay,” Lola continues with an eyeroll. She’s funny. 

“You remind me of someone,” Lochy says and then he sees it. Chloe and Chelsea. Yeah. 

She gives him a grin and twirls her hair: “Who?”

Lochy licks his lips, feeling a little rebellious: “The girl I lost my virginity to.”

“Damn,” Lola says, looking him up and down. “You’re hot, young and clearly smarter than those dudes back there tryna mine for Bitcoin. What are you doing married to Saxon?”

Lochy cannot keep answering this question. 

“What are you doing with Brad?”

“Using his yacht with my girlfriends,” Lola says and winks. “You should come around sometime!”

Yep. She’s a boat girl. Chloe. 

Lola steps forward, and Lochy’s back hits the counter. And when had they started standing this close? His face heats up as he remembers that night in Thailand. What it felt like to be inside a woman…

And that’s when Saxon enters the scene.

His eyes flick between the two of them, and his expression tells Lochy he’s not sure whether to be angry or turned on: “This looks…cozy. The boys were wondering if you guys were getting dessert.”

Lola meets Saxon’s eyes: “I was inviting Livy on Brad’s private yacht.”

Saxon flinches, instant recognition. 

Boat people.

“I think my wife has seen enough yachts,” Saxon says dryly with a tight grin that does not match his eyes. Ha. Right. 

Lola does not miss the emphasis on “my wife,” and she backs off just a step (but not without a pouty little grimace). 

If only Lochy’s body didn’t think Saxon’s possessive behavior was hot as hell.

Dammit.

They finish off the rest of the dinner without another incident, and thankfully the boys have moved on from Bitcoin to other investment strategies. Whatever. Money was all fake to Lochy.

By the time the door closes behind them, Lochy’s fucking exhausted. 

He does not want to face Saxon; it’s fucking awkward between the two of them. 

Lochy starts to stress wash the dishes, and that’s when Saxon slips up behind him, wraps Lochy up in a warm hug. The kind that his traitorous body melts into.

“Boat people, huh?” Saxon says.

“Sax. Please don’t invest in bitcoin,” Lochy bursts, and Saxon snorts and presses a kiss to his neck.

“Men just like to talk about that shit Lochy. Don’t worry I’m not doing anything like that without telling you first.”

“I know what men talk about I was a dude too in case you forgot,” Lochy snaps, but he was never a dude like that, and they both know it. 

It’s silent for a moment. 

Saxon sighs: “So what was with Lola? She was trying to fuck you on the boat?”

“I don’t know,” Lochy says tightly. “What’s with Brad and Chad? They trying to fuck you at dinner?” 

“Honestly?” Saxon laughs. “Maybe.”

Lochy turns around: “For a straight man you are so gay, Sax.”

“And what are you? Gay? Bi?”

“Married to you, dumbass.”

“You’re not tryna have another boat girl?” 

“Your fantasy, not mine, Saxon.”

And Saxon gets closer to him, pushes him back against the counter in the same position that Lola had: “What’s your fantasy, Lochy?”

“Something weird and illegal. Like, I don’t know. Marrying my big brother.”

Saxon grins darkly: “Oh? He must be a lucky guy.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think he appreciates me the way he should,” Lochy says and he sees something vulnerable flash across Saxon’s face. 

And then Saxon’s hand cups Lochy’s face, and he can’t help the sigh of relief at the tender touch. 

“I’m sorry,” Saxon says and wow, okay. 

Lochy does not think he’s ever heard Saxon say those two words. Not together. And meant it. 

“For what?” Lochy asks, distrustful. 

“For not telling you how much I appreciate you, Lochy,” Saxon says and leans in to kiss him, and cut the cameras. Lochy feels like he’s being punkdt. 

“Tell me the truth. Are you sick of my shit, baby?” 

God, so help him Lochy wishes that he was, but he’s so weak for Saxon. For all of him. All of his neuroses and bullshit and all of it. 

“No, just tired of myself for not saying something because I want to be good,” Lochy says truthfully. “Don’t invest in Bitcoin and no more stupid coworkers at our place, okay?”

“Okay, no Bitcoin, no more coworkers in the apartment,” Saxon promises and kisses him softly, and Lochy wraps his arms around Saxon’s neck and kisses him back.

Lochy reaches down to feel that Saxon is already half hard in his jeans. He squeezes Saxon and strokes him with the palm of his hand: “I know you like it that they’re thinking about you fucking me, Sax. You’re so transparent.”

Saxon twitches in his hand, doesn't even bother to deny that it turns him on. 

“Yeah, I know you,” Lochy breathes and continues to rub Saxon with the heel of his hand. “That’s what I thought, Sax.”

“God, Lochy. Yes.”

Whatever. As long as Lochy is the one he comes back to after getting turned on by dudes heckling and “bro”-ing out with him. That’s all that matters. 

Notes:

Saxon, you are so, so gay even for a man that loves pussy. Gayer than Lochy tbh smdh

(Hope yall enjoyed! Thinking of one last chapter exploring life with the baby and perhaps some Mommy Lochy!Kink)

Notes:

Fin.

DAMN PIPER CANT SAXON JUST GET HIS BROTHER’S REINCARNATION PREGNANT 🤰 IN PEACE????? ✌️😂

This was ridiculous (I loved it) please let me know what your thoughts were if you read all the way through!!!! 👀