AU where Mrs. Agreste is at home and Adrien has a sister... And their entire family is incredibly fucked up. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! There will be Incest, drug/alcohol abuse, and adultery. The story is based on the song Dollhouse, by Melanie Martinez.
D.O.L.L.H.O.U.S.E.
I see things that nobody else sees.
The words are far truer than she cares to realize. She knows everything that goes on within the walls of this beautiful house of lies. The secret of the family goes deeper than the basement under the floorboards. Everybody that knows the Agreste name sees nothing but success when thinking of them and their family.
Gabriel Agreste, world famous fashion designer. His line of work has more recognition than Jagged Stone's records. To the jewel infused handbags to the top dollar leather trench coats with chinchilla fur collars, he is a successful businessman with a beautiful wife and loving children.
Melanee Agreste, well known photographer. Her works are coasting the internet like a surfboard over rough waters. She's a beauty to behold and if not married, a well desired woman across all of France. Her children take precedence in her life and she'd give the world to them in a heartbeat.
Adrien Agreste, teenage model. His father's company wouldn't be as good as it was now if it wasn't for his son to model his work for him. The face on billboards, street corners, and magazines, Adrien has everything that a teenage boy could ask for.
Gracelyn Agreste, vocal prodigy. She's been featured in more Jagged Stone songs than there are stars in the skies. When anyone thinks of a voice that can change octaves in the blink of an eye and make the audience ask for more, they think Gracelyn Agreste.
They are the perfect family, right?
Wrong.
Gracelyn's biggest obstacle at the moment is the red stain in the pure white rug in their foyer. On her knees, scrubbing at the stain, her heart thudded in her chest at the thought of someone seeing this impure stain. The red soaked into the carpet like blood and smelled of fermentation. Tiny shards of glass found their way into her hands and she flinched as her hand began to bleed from the vicious movements of the brush on the carpet going back and forth.
The house was relatively quiet to her… Or maybe that is because she decides to block everything out. But something that can be heard across the house? The sound of sweat covered skin slapping together and the squeaks of a mahogany desk on a marble tiled floor. Gracelyn blushes. Her thoughts go from one place and then back to the task at hand.
The bleach began to eat at the stain and she watched as the slight red went to pure white once again and she stood up off her knees, carrying the cleaning supplies back into the kitchen and stowing them away for another time. Gracelyn takes care of her cuts at the sink and slides on black leather gloves to hide the bandages from sight.
Her legs carry her from the kitchen and up the stairs to the long hallway. On the first left was her father's office. That's where the squeaking was located. Gracelyn knew exactly what was happening behind those doors so she continued to walk by, her face staying neutral. The first right was her parent's bedroom. The door was open and the bed was unmade and articles of clothing were scattered generously across the carpet and bedspread. She continued.
The next right was her mother's darkroom, where she spent most of her time. In fact, she was in there right now, developing her latest works in chemicals that can make any normal man pass out. She continued.
The next left was her brother's bedroom. Despite her parent's ignorance, Gracelyn could smell the stench of expensive bought cologne oozing from the doors. To cover the cannabis smell, perhaps. Gracelyn knows all too well what goes on behind those closed doors. About what is in his dresser, nightstand, and trash bin. Gracelyn continues.
She stops at the final door on the left and turns on her heel, entering the room with purpose, closing the door behind her and locking it. She strips herself of clothes and grabs her pale blue silk robe from her bed, tying it around her waist and sitting herself at the computer, her legs spread wide open like a book cover. She began to browse the web with absent fingers typing at the keyboard and lazy eyes scanning the screen. Eventually, it became too much for her tired eyes and she lied down on her baby blue silk bed and relaxed into the cold fabric, the chill running from her spine to her toes, and she sighed with perfect content. Blissful ignorance.
Any moment, her brother would open the door. It was almost 8 PM. Melanee and Gabriel have a black tie party to attend tonight and they will be gone all night long.
It's the perfect time for Gracelyn to indulge in her sick distractions. She knows just how wrong it is for them to partake in such things. But when has things being wrong ever stopped this family? Between her mother dropping the wine glass on the carpet and leaving it for someone else to clean, her father indulging himself in that sophisticated, red streaked assistant of his, and her brother having a bad addiction to a hallucinogenic, this is mild… Right?
Time stops for Gracelyn when the door opens and the only thing visible is her body sprawled on the bed with her silk robe parted slightly, showing off her cream colored legs in the glistening moonlight. Her blond hair lay like a pool of gold behind her head and shined with the glitter covering it like stars. Her lips were parted and her breath was even, any sense of nervousness completely gone from her body.
Adrien stands there, the large roach in his teeth completely forgotten as he puts it out on her desk and brushes the ashes into the garbage bin. His feet are bare and cold against the tile floor and his chest uncovered by the shirt he usually wears. He stands at the foot of her bed in nothing but a pair of blue jeans. His hair is slightly ruffled and his cheeks bright red at the sight of her.
Gracelyn blushes in turn and beckons him to come closer with his fingers. He obeys like a well-trained pup and crawls up her bed, his body encasing hers with his strong arms resting next to her head and his legs nestled between her thighs. Her fingers find themselves around his neck and he's dragged into the sensation of her slowly squeezing the life from him. His heart bangs against his ribcage as she makes a slow, sultry move towards his neck, arching herself off the bed slowly, her lips closing the distance between skin and skin. He breathes and his eyes slide shut.
They have never said a word between these encounters they have. It's always just moans, grunts, and slaps. Never was an intelligible word used. Because it seemed as if, for a few hours, they were not blood related… She was just a girl on a bed and he was just a guy, ready to take her on that bed.
Gracelyn makes Adrien strip his jeans first. The fabric tangles around his legs for an awkward moment as he urgently kicks them to the floor. Gracelyn's shoulders roll forward as she slowly shrugs free of the soft silk around her body, now a discarded heap next to blue jeans. Adrien leans forward and kisses her. His lips are a tang of cold lemonade, peppermint, and dope. She's become used to this taste on her tongue and adores it every time his own dives into her mouth, coating her lips and her teeth in his salivating tastes.
His breath hitches as her hands move from his shoulders and down his back, previous scrapes still not healed. Gracelyn makes it her business to always leave marks on her brother. Whether it is a hickey, claw mark, or bruise, there's always a mark after the encounter. Just like he does to her. Except, his marks are usually bruises or hickeys. He doesn't claw. He doesn't scratch. He sucks and smacks and it drives Gracelyn crazy.
Nails crawl down his flesh and towards the curve of his bum and they curve into the tender flesh, making Adrien purr. Gracelyn grins. Adrien reaches towards the crown of her head and runs his fingers through the golden locks beneath her and gently ghosting them down your torso and towards her core. He felt her heat from his hand as it slowly slides into the wetness that made a damp spot upon the bedspread. It feels like warm honey.
Gracelyn moans softly, her nails digging deeper into his ass. He grunts as his fingers spread her apart and dive deep into her, slicing the wet sounds in time with the way her hips bucked at his digits. His breath crawls up her nose and he pants rapidly as he shoves his fingers deep in her cunt, making her moan and squirm under his strong body. She was close. He could feel it in the way she was contracting around his fingers. He wouldn't let her go that quickly though.
He removed his fingers from inside of her and brought them to her mouth, letting her clean his fingers free of her wet liquids. She eagerly accepts. Her tongue dances around his finger, gently licking in between every space before sucking on his middle finger. Adrien groaned and reached for her hands, holding them above her head and used one hand to position himself to the entrance of her warm, wet center.
Her walls spread apart, eager to accept his wide girth inside of her. He used his cock like a piston, shoving inside at angry, rapid paces. His hips bucked angrily as her bed squeaked with every move he made. His bright green eyes stared deep within her piercing blue ones and he fisted his hand in her hair, moving at the pace of a wild animal. Gracelyn wound her legs around his hips and gripped the bars behind her pillows, trying desperately to meet his thrusts in turn.
The act was fast, rough, and angry. Adrien would near his orgasm every time she had hers but before he could finish, he pulled out and put her on her hands and knees on the bed. He stood on his knees and forced her face into the mattress before thrusting hard and fast, ready to explode. Her mind was spinning with pleasure, after already coming, she was about to near her second euphoria.
Adrien began to assault her ass with hard, loud smacks of his hands, bruising the pale flesh with red blisters. Gracelyn's moans turned into high pitched squeaks and screams of pleasure. Her pussy grew incredibly tight around his cock every time he slapped her and he kept it up, hoping to milk this orgasm as much as physically possible. One hard, bed shaking thrust and slap later, Adrien pulled out of her, releasing his load across her back and ass, coating the ends of her hair with the sticky white liquid in the process.
Gracelyn's hands went to her clit and she began to rub vigorously and wiggled her cum covered ass. It only took a few seconds before she finally came, her legs shaking and her back arching as she did so. Her pussy oozed her own cum as she collapsed on the cold sheets, covered in sweat and her brother's cum. She panted and gasped as her brother in turn fell down next to her, smiling a wicked smile.
She smiled back, reaching out and touching his lips, dragging them down his chest and then turning on her back, her chest rising and falling with every passing second. Adrien slid over to her and put his head down on her stomach, his hair sticking to the sweaty skin below him. She smiled and ran her fingers through his blond locks… This was wrong. They knew it. A brother and sister having sex... Wrong on many levels and frowned upon no matter how fucked up your family is… But they loved it. It felt so dangerous, fucked up, disgusting, but… Even with all of that, they could never stop.
This wasn't love. They didn't love each other. They lusted each other. For such a long time, Gracelyn's panties always got soaked at Adrien's modeling shoots. Adrien always watched the curve of Gracelyn's ass every time she opened that pretty mouth of hers. He stared at her tits, admired her bum, fainted over her legs… Gracelyn couldn't get enough of Adrien's dick. It was long, thick and perfect for her tight cunt. His hands were rough and angry, but soft and untouched. His lips are a drug, and in some ways, addicting. Just like the weed he smokes.
She lusts for his body, playing with her pussy to the sight of his pictures. Adrien rubs his cock when she struts around the house in small miniskirts and tight tank tops. They are nothing but sex objects to each other… But they still love each other like any brother and sister would. Just… with benefits.
And this? It is basic to what their father does behind closed doors.