I love isolated, no boundaries wincest.
Dean who hit puberty way before Sam and just jerked off when he felt like it because there is no privacy in a motel room. Sam watching out of curiosity and asking questions, Dean learning that he doesn't just not care about the audience, he likes it.
Dean teaching Sam how to make himself feel good. Demonstrating his favourite techniques on himself and Sam copying. Dean teaching Sam how to stave off his orgasm until he's begging Dean to let him come. He never even told him he needed permission, that just developed organically, and it makes Dean lose his mind.
One of them had a wet dream so they lie practically on top of each other on the dry side of the bed.
Dean being a creep and watching porn in front of Sam, sometimes not even to jerk off, but just because he's bored. Watching porn together and jerking off side by side. It progresses to jerking each other off because it's no big deal, they're basically just one person at this point. What's the big deal about helping your brother out?
Brotherly bickering over who blows who first, once they cross that line. Dean always throws scissors and lets Sam decide anyway.
Competitions for who can make the other come first, using all the tricks they learnt on each other - they know what gets each other off.
They don't even see it the same way as sex with other people. It's just something they do. Dean, being older, understands how screwed up it is first but doesn't say anything to Sam; he doesn't want to stop.
The southern gothicness of non apocalyptic grimescest
Lori buried in the backyard her body rotting away into the earth making the flowers their grow better than anywhere else in the overgrown yard. Lace curtains and crosses over Carls stain mattresses. The local sheriff with to many secrets to keep. Carl bare foot in cornfields and churches trying to find some peace in his weird fuck up life. Rick who shot his own son’s eye out and then patched him up in some misguided attempt to make sure he never leaves him. Blood stained walls and black mold growing in dark damp corners. Muddy cowboy boots with loose stitching and holes in the soles that hold rusty kitchen knives and blood stained wooden floors. Broken screen doors and spilled cereal. Carl with knees covering in bruises and a neck stain with purple marks. His lips kiss bitten and rope burned wrists. Carl who’s daddy wouldn’t let him out of the house and spend every moment outside of work fucking that boy into remember where and who he belongs with.
I love how bossy Carl becomes towards Rick after Lori dies in the comics, "where were you?", "you didn't come back for me last night, dad! I couldn't sleep! You can't do that!" Like he's Rick's wife now I can't take this bro. He literally has his dad wrapped around his little finger its so cute.
Like, bro.
“i wanna go home” says the boy who is, in fact, already home.
“i wanna go home” says the boy who is, in fact, already home.
imagine your 'friend' helping you to play a video game, youve never played it before but he's already played it three times through.
what? no hes not too close, hes just helping you with the controls, besides its getting late so its normal for you two to cuddle. dont mind the grinding, hes just getting comfy.
hey! dont get turned on, imagine how disgusted he would be to find out you were wet just from him grinding on you. his panting is normal, its hot in that room- thats why hes taking off his shirt.
"here, this parts kind of hard. i've got you- dont worry."
Tying puppy up and gathering all the toys, using each toy in him and playing with him all night. Watching his tail thump, showing him mock sympathy and gently making fun of him for being so sensitive. It doesn’t matter if he already came, that doesent mean Ill stop. I wanna see how he reacts to each one of his toys even if it means he’ll end up whimpering shaking mess after cumming his brains out multiple times
