Jongerry incest….

Thinking about transfem Gerry and transmasc Jon. Thinking about them wearing each other’s clothes. Gerry who can’t admit to herself why she loves borrowing Jon’s skirts. Jon who tries very hard not to think about how much he prefers sliding on Gerry’s briefs, her pants…

Eventually just exchanging wardrobes. Their clothes barely fit but it doesn’t even matter. It feels so right to be wrapped up in clothes that smell just like his sister. To be tucked away in her brother’s clothes. Jon doing his sister’s makeup for the first time with shaky hands. Barely knows what he’s doing but he wants to do this for his sister soso badly. Maybe because he loves her. Maybe because he needs her. Maybe because he wants to mark her somehow, with something. Gerry cutting Jon’s hair messy and terrible. Trying not to react to his soft little gasps, how he tilts his neck just so, hair falling away to reveal soft vulnerable skin that she wants to bite.

Gerry finding a harness and a strap somewhere. Jon opening her up so careful. Breathing heavily, the two of them in Gerry’s shoddy cramped twin bed, Mary away for the day. Jon entering her for the first time, hearing her gasp and moan his name. Fucking her harsh and rough and desperate and so so needy until he tires and she has to flip them over, riding his strap until they both cum. Both of them with angry red scratches all down their backs.

Jon cockwarming Gerry while she draws, all soft and quiet, letting his big sister gently stroke his hair while she sits soft and warm and safe in his mouth, hours passing in silence….

Just. Just t4t Jongerry incest….