Thank you, sweetheart♡ It is my thrill and my honor to be able to craft stories that you and others can enjoy.

Let me ask something: do you girls like the more long form stories I do? Are they too much to read? Are they vivid enough? Do they do the job?

I'm new to running a specific themed blog so I want to know what you all think. Based on the notes it seems like the longer stories do well. But I want to make sure. Let me know! Thanks, sis!♡

As reward for breaking the first 100 followers btw. Here's to more yuricest!

Your sister is the opposite of you in every way. You are petite, femme, you've always gotten good grades, you're a model of what being a good girl looks like. Your older sister however, entertains none of that. For as long as you can remember, while you've worn dresses and gone shopping seasonally to update your wardrobe, your sister has worn the same stuff for 10 years unless it doesn't fit her anymore or actively falls apart. She wears baggie hoodies, heavy combat boots, industrial piercings, spiked bracelets and bullet belts, jeans that specifically were given to a tiger to distress before buying them, and her hair is kept so short that in public people keep calling her "sir".

Not that you mind. You still love your sister after all. She's your sister. However she wants to present herself is ultimately her issue, but you do wish she would sometimes change it up. At least change up the music, you think bitterly to yourself one night when studying for a test taking place tomorrow. You've been hearing hard thumping rock and guitars wailing for as long as you've been studying and the noise is starting to really throw off your concentration.

With a small huff, you get up, go into the hall, and knock on the next door. There's no answer. You pound on the door next. Still no answer. Growing more frustrated, you wait until the current song ends and during the one second there's silence you hit the door with everything you've got — which isn't much but enough to alert her. The next song starts, and as she opens the door, an annoyed scowl on her face at having been interrupted from whatever she was doing, you're hit with a wall of sound and a wall of stench. If you thought the music was loud before...! And the smell... when's the last time she cleaned her room or did any laundry? When did she last shower? Why doesn't she at least open her window when she smokes weed?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you manage to get out "Can you turn down the music?" Which of course she doesn't hear. She leans forward, cupping a hand to her ear as though you're so small and quiet that you need a megaphone. You shout as loud as you can "TURN THE MUSIC DOWN, I'M TRYING TO STUDY!"

She rolls her eyes, goes back inside her room, and aggressively turns the sound UP. Coming back to the doorway, she has a shit-eating grin on her face. "BETTER?!" she says. By now the pulse in your temple is quickening due in part both to the tempo of the music and your growing impatience. You slip past her and go straight for the source of the music, turning it OFF instead. "There. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to study." You say before turning around to see your big sister's large frame blocking your exit, standing right in front of you with a dark look on her face, her sleep-deprived baggy eyes looking outright scary when combined with her glare.

"Did you just fucking touch my speaker." It wasn't a question. More a confirmation that you in fact did do that. "Someone's gotten a little too high and mighty. You need to be reminded of your place." You squirm past her and head for the door only to see it's closed, not that you'd have made it anyway. She already has you by the wrist and throws you with ease onto her bed. The smell is strongest here, so much so you become dizzy off of it in seconds.

Your big sis immediately is on you, hands on either side of your head, her knee slipped right in between your legs and pressed against your tight cunt. You try to wriggle away from her, but even if she were deathly ill you'd never be able to outfight her. You were too much a good girl to learn how to do anything but flail and whimper and scream to be let go. Too bad the music is already back on and the remote flung across the room so you can't turn it off again. Now no one can hear you scream.

"Please... not now, can't it wait til after I—" but she wraps a hand around your tiny throat and squeezes as she rams her knee against your slit. You hate how wet you get when she chokes you. It makes you feel so dirty to be turned on by that, by your own sister even! You're supposed to be a good girl! You tell yourself, every time this happens. But every time it ends the same. You cum all over her knee, strangled moans coming out of that good girl mouth of yours.

"Big sis, please..." you gasp breath ragged post-orgasm. But right now you're not her equal. You're barely even human. Right now, as she tightens the clasps and secures the fasteners of her strap, you are just as much a toy as the massive thing on her hips is.

She flips you onto your stomach, facedown and nose pressed right against her musky clothes. The smell is intoxicating... even with your distaste for weed, her scent is still addicting, permeating your nostrils and filling your brain with lust. You can smell the sweat that pooled onto these clothes as she touched herself while wearing them. It's enough for someone as straightlaced as you to effectively get your own kind of high off of, relaxing your body enough to lay there, ass up and pliant. Your big sis pushes your dress up, and rips the panties off your hips, before prodding against your hole with her strap. Without waiting, she pushes the whole thing in, forcing a muffled yelp out of your mouth.

Your big sis seizes you by the hips, fucking into you with no regard for you, shoving that massive dick into you again and again. You hate how much you love this. You're supposed to be the good girl! You hate how good this feels. You love that you hate how much you love this. You're about to raise your head to get a breath, only to feel one of her hands push your head further against the pile of clothes on the bed, all but suffocating you. Then, she pulls your long, beautifully maintained hair, letting you get that breath, on her terms. She ruts into you again and again, pounding into your plush ass so roughly she leaves bruises where your hips connect. Your brain is unable to form any coherent sentences, overwhelmed by all the sensations assaulting you. Eventually, it gives up and your eyes glaze over. You don't know how long she has her way with you, and after long enough, you don't care. Riding her strap, being carried in her arms and pushed up and down it, pushed against the wall and railed, bent over the desk, pushed against the window, tits against the glass, she fucks you every way from Sunday and more until she finally cums one time too many and tires out.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lights up a joint, pointing at the strap soaked in your juices. "Clean it." She says, and you get on your knees and start using your mouth, your tongue, dutifully cleaning up after yourself. The smell of freshly smoked weed fills the room. Your big sis idly pets your head. "Good girl."

Aww, congrats to you, little sis! In honor of the occasion...

The surgery went fine, and the recovery period was finally nearing its end. Your big sis has been taking care of you, helping you during the worst parts of being bedridden, and all the legwork you really were starting to actually miss doing on your own. As you begin to be able to act a little more independently again, though, you notice your big sis acting a little different. Somewhat more fidgety around you, a little more agitated and distracted.

And then it happens. One day, you're given the all clear to have sex with your brand-new pussy, and your recovery process is considered over. You arrive home to give the good news that your big sis won't have to worry so much about you anymore and can have her time to herself again. Upon hearing this, she doesn't register happiness or excitement. Instead, she has a sullen look on her face. You go to comfort her, when she suddenly seizes your wrist and drags you to the bedroom. With surprising force she pushes you onto the bed, pursuing after you and pinning you under her.

She relishes your surprise and prods against you with her bulge. "If anyone is going to take you for a test drive, damn right it's going to be me." She growls into your ear. You see how much she enjoys playing the predator role so you play up your resistance, squirming in her grasp and letting her pin your wrists over your head. Inward, you've never been happier to have her be your first... breaking in your pussy with a 15 hour breeding session with your big sis was always your dream.

Your big sis is depressed, so you figure the best way to help her is to take her anti depressants for her then fuck her mouth until you cum several loads down her throat. What a helpful and kind little sis!

Big sis, make sure to thank her properly by offering your other holes after you've taken your medicine, okay?

Today's post is a little simple because I got fucked a little too silly by my little sis so here's an open ended audience participation question

Girls... Would you rather fuck a clone of yourself, or your twin sister? Do you think there's a distinction? Please, tell me why.

(MEN DNI)

Feeling lonely one day, you decide to make an account on a hookup app. You scroll through accounts, mildly amused at the pickings, until you stumble across one. The woman's profile doesn't feature her face, but the picture shows a woman wearing a dress — and a necklace — that you recognize immediately. Even the style of photo is familiar. It's not mystique the photographer was going for — she literally doesn't know how to keep her face in frame. It's your mother, wearing a dress she only wears when going on a date, and a necklace you bought her for Christmas.

You think about your mother having a hookup account for days. You think back and forth to yourself, should you message it and see what she says? Should you... try to meet up with her? Wouldn't it be funny? You imagine the look on her face and her flustered voice when she shows up to hook up with someone and it's you. One night, after partying with some friends, and getting cross faded enough to make some bad decisions, you do it. You match with her and send her a quick "Hey~ heard you're looking for a young girl to have fun with."

She answers a few hours later, just as sleep is about to take you. "Hi... you're into older women?" She replies. "Oh yeah. I can't get enough of cougars." You respond. You two have a bit of a friendly back and forth for a while, playfully flirting among some small talk to break the ice. Without giving away too much information, you talk about yourself. Everything she tells you, however, is something you already know.

When the time comes for her to ask for a photo of you, you quickly pull down your shirt and squeeze your tits together, taking a low angle shot with your plump lips the only part of your face shown, parted in an attempt to look sexy despite barely being able to see straight.

"You're so cute. I almost feel bad for what i want to do to you" she says. "When can we meet up?" Nerves are not an issue. Courage is not an issue. Self control is and right now it isn't in the room with you. "Is tonight too late?" There's a pause, with the *is typing* message on the screen. Finally, it reads "Unfortunately, yes. But... can we meet tomorrow? I want you."

You decide to borrow one of your friend's clothes, since you figure she knows your outfits and tastes by now. Well, most of your tastes anyway. If you dress like your friend, she might not catch on until it's too late. You do your makeup differently, going through efforts you normally wouldn't. You tie your hair differently. Capping it off with a face mask, you head to the meeting spot.

She approaches you, double checking it's you from the hookup app. You push your voice lower than normal to obfuscate, easily done since your throat is dry from last night. After the meet up is confirmed, you head to a hotel with her. The moment you two get into the room reserved for the night, she all but tears off your face mask and grabs your face in her hands before making out with you aggressively, sliding her tongue down your throat and trying to pull off your clothes. You go along with it, surprised at how strong she is compared to what you know of her at home.

She pushes you onto the bed and all but tears your pants off of your legs, your panties almost becoming a casualty of her hunger as she gets to work eating you out. It's rough and inelegant, she clearly doesn't have that much experience muff diving. That's okay; you put your hands in her hair and guide her head until her nose is rubbing against your clit, her tongue thrashing eagerly in and out of your dripping wet hole. When she comes up for air she puts two slim, smooth fingers inside, fingerfucking you so well you can't help but moan for her. What she lacks in oral skill she more than makes up for in her dexterity — her fingers reach deeper, more turn-on spots inside you than your own do and your body becomes a quaking less for her.

As you come, you drop your guard and say "Fuck...! Yes, Mommy!" At the top of your lungs, only for her to answer not with the name you gave her in the text conversation, but with your own, actual name. You stare at her in shock as she straddles your thigh, pressing your clits together and scissoring with you. "When did you...?" You moan and throw your head back, barely able to finish your sentence.

"You think I wouldn't recognize my own daughter's tits? The ones I made?" She laughs, a laugh more mean than you're used to but fuck if it doesn't make you almost come again right then and there. "The same tits I've been fucking myself thinking about for years? I've held back for so long around you, and you just offer yourself to me. Of course I'm gonna eat you right up. You asked for it." That pushes you over, and you cum, shuddering and shaking as you do.

The rest of the day is a blur of being used by your mother, hazy recollections of you moaning and mewling for her to make you cum again and again and again. She doesn't let you rest for a moment, and watching her cum only makes you want to do more to please her. To be a good girl and earn her cum and to be able to taste more of the sweet nectar from her pussy. She makes you taste your own, sometimes mixing the two. She makes you call her Mommy like you're a child all over again. It's only when it's time to check out that she reluctantly puts her clothes back on, or at least the minimum to be considered decent.

"We're continuing this when we get home, little girl." She says with a wink, dragging you out of the hotel room.

Little sis who runs a yuricest blog and writes about her experiences under the guise of "what if" stories

Little sis who writes in graphic detail the exact size (8.25" long from tip to base, 6.3" around at widest and 5.9" around at shortest) and description (at full mast it protrudes upwards, with a slight bend to the right. It has a slight bulb on the underside near the head, which makes the initial insertion feel wider) of her big sister's cock.

Little sister who publishes these stories on a secret blog on a site big sister doesn't know about or have an account on.

Little sister who fingers her wet cunt watching the number of follows and likes increase, knowing the world loves hearing about how her sister uses her like a cheap onahole.

Little sister whose mouth feels empty and lonely without big sis's cock inside it.

Little sister whose cunny isn't the same when it's not being split open by her big sister's tremendous bitch-breaker.

Little sister who dances the line between hoping big sister doesn't find out and gets to keep the secret going, and hoping she finds it eventually and gives her a new story to share.

Little sis that likes to interrupt big sis when she's working out, teasing her with her low cut shirt and her shorts that just barely don't contain her ass. Little sis that likes to drop things and bend over to pick them up so that she rubs her ass against big sis's crotch, distracting her from her dumbbell lifts.

Little sis that sits on big sis's lap when big sis is trying to bench press. Little sis that can feel big sis getting harder and harder and watches with glee as big sis's form gets sloppier.

Big sis who gets fed up and drops the weights and bends little sis over the bench. Big sis who tears those shorts off her wiggling ass, and fucks into her with unfettered workout adrenaline. Big sis who lifts her little sis up like a sex doll and starts bicep curling her while sliding little sis up and down her cock. Big sis who gets her cardio in by savagely rutting inside her little sis for hours on end, and fills her tight little pussy with cum.

Of course, my dear. Anything for a wonderful matching set! Story below, I hope you enjoy.

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Twin sisters have a special connection.

Ever since birth you two have been inseparable. Your mother recalls a time when you were little, and your twin sister fell ill. Instead of understanding the need to be separated, the both of you wailed with such force she swore you were both dying and instead let you get sick together. Being a twin is a special bond, the rest of the world wouldn't get it. There is nobody you understand like your sister, and nobody who understands you except your sister.

Which is why it was no surprise that as you grew up together, you would often spend time staring at and admiring each other's bodies like one does in a mirror. Comparing the beauty marks on your skin, noting the exact same breast growth on the exact same mirrored sides. Your mother pretended to ignore the squeals and moans when curiosity led to exploration and experimentation, twin voices elevating in pitch and screaming with ecstasy when you came on each other, hastily mashing your clits together or aggressively rubbing your fingers inside each other's walls.

Perhaps your favorite though was eating each other out, then shoving your tongues down each other's throats. You tasted the same. It made your pussy even more slick every time you tasted her — yourself — and only made you hungry for more. It was addicting, to have your face coated in her cum while you stared up at her trembling lips and her half-lidded eyes, and seeing yourself getting off while being the reason for it. Hearing her beg for you to keep going, knowing full well that will be you immediately after when you switch places.

Your nights always end in each other's arms, sticky and panting, exhausted but euphoric. There is no one else you'd ever want to go to sleep with, and no one else who your sister could ever dream of sleeping like this with. And in the morning, when you're washing the dried cum off each other in the shower, you'll end up taking another hour because how can you keep your hands off of your twin? How can you stop yourself from spreading her legs over the bathtub rim and drinking from her pussy? How can you stop your fingers from spreading her open and making her scream your name in the echo-y bathroom?

Then, when you're going out and about your business hand in hand, the rest of the world will see a pair of twin sisters who are close and loving... but you know the truth: you are one and the same, one person in two bodies. Your twin knows this too. Even if sometimes she gets silly ideas to the contrary. Nothing a little bit of sitting on her face won't fix.

Twin sisters have a special connection.

Given that it was International Women's Day recently, did you remember to pay proper respect to the women in your life? Did you let your little sister cum inside you until she fell asleep? Did you eat your mother out until she forgot her own name? Did you ride your aunt's strap until your limbs went numb and then let her take every hole she wanted for herself? When's the last time you even texted your cousin let alone sent nudes for her to respond with pictures of her cum tribute? It's not too late. You can still be a good girl~

Office Worker Sis who has to go out of state for a business event

Clingy Little Sis who can't stand the thought of not seeing her walk through the door each night, let alone for a whole week.

Office Worker Sis who promises to text and call every night when she gets to her hotel

Clingy Little Sis who accuses her of running off with "that whore from the office"

Office Worker Sis who tears off her pants to show her throbbing cock and forces Clingy Little Sis's face against it.

"Does it smell like anyone else?"

Clingy Little Sis shakes her head, only to have her big sis shove her cock into that fiery mouth of hers.

"Does it taste like anyone else?"

Only gagging for an answer. That's not good enough.

Office Worker Sis who continues by bending her little sis over the counter and fucking her deep and hard, pinning her arms behind her back with one hand and choking her with the free hand.

Clingy Little Sis whose tight cunt squeezes in just the right way, molding its shape to her big sis's dick.

Office Worker Sis who buries herself to the hilt, coating her sis's womb with load after load of cum.

"Did I cum any less than usual?"

Clingy Little Sis who can only whimper and shake her head as her legs shake and wobble.

Office Worker Sis who ends up using her Paid Time Off to fuck her sister for the whole week, uninterrupted.

Clingy Little Sis who gets what she wanted, and then some.

Sisters who grow closer after their mother died.

Sisters who see the parts of their mother they miss the most in each other.

Little sis who sees the radiance of her mom's smile in her older sis

Older sis who sees the way their mom used to quietly watch movies

Little sis who feels their mother's warmth when she's held by her big sis at night

Older sis who uses trauma nightmares as an excuse to hold her little sis and smell her hair because she uses the same shampoo mom used to

Sisters who kiss and remember how soft their mom's lips were

Older sis who can't stop herself from going too far and fingering her sister's cunt

Little sis who closes her eyes and lets the hot breath wash over her

Sisters who writhe in bed together, calling out for their mother as they hump and grind against each other's fingers until they come.

Sisters who slowly forget each other's names and call each other by their mother's name.

Sisters who become hollow mirrors of their mother to each other.

A little bit about me

I'm not fancy enough to have a custom theme or whatever. But here's the main stuff