This is based off the Subtle Invitation collection where they are physically older. Dot is 34 and Yakko is 38.
These will most likely be short ramblings based on this story
"Okay class, for the next 15 minutes I want you to review and answer questions one through four."
The college students proceeded to do their work, leaving Yakko to sit behind his desk in the auditorium styled classroom.
It almost seemed like an eerie coincidence that little tremors went off in his pocket almost immediately after he had sat down, and he would have ignored it had it not vibrated twice.
Dot.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, checking the messages.
'?￢ﾀﾙ
'look'
She could see that he had read her message and continued.
Yakko could briefly see the text bubbles in motion before a file began downloading. She was sending a photo. A moment later the photo revealed her in a shimmering, gold dress that stopped just above her knees. Dot was posing, kissing at the camera and making the 'peace' sign with her two fingers.
The caption of the photo read:
'You like? I made it.'
Another photo came through, this time revealing her outfit from the back.
'I love!'
The older one quickly responds after ogling at the photos for what seemed like eternity.
'Who took the photo?'
'Me!'
'Sooo you're alone?'
'Mhmm…'
Another photo comes through, this time it's a picture of one of her thick thighs, the hem of that gold dress around her curvy waist, just out of sight. His eyes went a little wide, rememebering he was in a class full of students. His phone vibrated again.
'Are you alone?￢ﾀﾙ
'I will be…5 minutes.'
'4'
Yakko sets his phone down on the table, quickly clearing his throat gaining his class' attention "So, uuh..did anyone have any questions about the assignments or the work itself?" The class murmured to themselves, they seemed to have understood.
His phone vibrated again, spiking the anticipation to answer it.
He just hoped none of his students had any questions—
"Um, Professor Warner,"
'Shit, c'mon!'
'3'
"Yes?" His little heart raced, but he did his best to hold his composure.
"Is the homework a group assignment too?"
"Yes. Groups of three. I expect to see all of your names." The class groaned. "Now, now. It's 25% of your grade and some of you guys could use it." Some of his students groaned and rolled their eyes at the thought of working with others. "All it takes is 30 minutes tops and you never have to talk to each other again. Alright, anymore questions?"
His phone vibrated again, and he could have sworn this vibration was the loudest sound in the world, especially since the auditorium styled classroom was designed to echo so the teacher wouldn't have to shout. It was practically cemented when one of his students seemed to have noticed the many texts he had been getting, "It seems you're famous, Professor." The older student ribbed, earning a few snickers and laughs from the class. He wasn't the only student to have noticed.
'2'
An embarrassed Yakko briefly sank down into his seat, thankful for the monitor in front of him to hide his reddened cheeks. The toon swiftly sat up straight to quickly usher out his students. "A-Alright, alright get outta here you crazy animals—you're free!" He spoke as his students began packing their bags, getting ready to head right out that door to a well deserved educational break.
"We'll do this again same time next week; enjoy your break!" He spoke from behind his monitor; once again, Yakko was way more invested in his phone, quickly scrolling back up to re-review his sister's photos.
The sparkly gold dress clung to her full figure, driving him half mad and wishing he was there with her at this very moment. Yakko released a deep sigh as he sank into his seat, a forlorn look washing over his face.
He missed her so much.
The door slammed, signaling the last student's departure. A moment later, Yakko took his eyes away from his device to scan his classroom for any lingering students. He was alone. All his students, gone for the break.
Leaning back in his chair, he let his hand brush down his waist anticipating being touched, and inducing a rush between his legs. His erection was bulging on the left of his waist; when he made it to his crotch, he softly stroked it through his slacks before gripping and stroking himself a little faster, groaning desperately. Finally, he just stuck his hand down his pants and began fondling himself.
He always wished to be with her, but since their close encounter a few months ago, it was all he could think about.
She was all he could think about; more than the average time Dot usually occupied his brain.
Yakko fantasized for a moment, dying to smell her, taste her, hold her. Even if he could only pick just one of those, it would be enough for the moment.
Then another file came through. It was a video with the caption:
' '
Yakko quickly opened the file and pressed play on the video to watch.
It was his beloved, in that sparkly dress, sitting in front of the camera with her legs crossed and her face just out of sight. Mostly visible from the chin down. Yakko was able to make out a smirk when she leaned back in her chair and slowly spread her legs; he instantly noticed a dark spot on Dot's pink underwear. Her index finger teased up and down her covered slit, causing that dark spot to grow.
Yakko's breathing hitched; he was so focused on the video that he almost forgot about his own arousal, until it twitched. The more the dirty video, his sister sent him, progressed the more Yakko couldn't help stroking himself.
His dick pulsated, leaving a hardly noticeable stain on the front of his pants, but it didn't stop him from rubbing himself. His chest rose and fell as his breathing grew heavy in time with hers, then he heard her whimper,
"Yak...Yakko…"
His cheeks warmed up at the sound of her sweet voice moaning his name, and he couldn't take it anymore. Yakko quickly paused the video, an idea coming to his head. He set his phone on his desk and angled the camera down at his lower stomach and his crotch. The angled bird's eye view was perfect.
Yakko replayed her video from the beginning and pressed record on his camera. He sank back into his chair and pulled his shirt up and around his torso, revealing his well toned body. The older toon could barely contain his excitement as he unbuttoned his pants, undid his zipper, and pulled his pants down around his ankles. A pair of red briefs was the only thing hiding that hefty erection; the outline could be seen perfectly.
When he finally pulled his briefs down, his dick sprung up and bounced along for a bit until he grasped it at the base. Yakko examined himself, still desperately throbbing with globs of pre-cum sliding down his anxious shaft.
The eldest brother had realized a long time ago that only his sister could rile him up like this.
He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and procured the moisturizer from inside, coaxing his hard dick in it. Yakko released a content sigh through his nose, the corner of his mouth curved upward into a little smile while slowly sliding his hand up and down his slick shaft, using the mixed, slippery content as lube to massage his tip with his thumb.
In the video, Dot had slid her pretty panties to the side, revealing her swollen moist lips. One of her digits swiped the wet mess from her slit as another finger assisted in sensually rubbing that pink nub above her lips in a circular motion. Dot clamped down on her bottom lip to keep her moans down.
An internal struggle.
In a perfect world Dot could moan and scream Yakko's name as much as she wanted, and no one would look at her as if she was speaking in tongues or spouting curses.
In a perfect world they wouldn't have to be so careful about what they say to each other.
They wouldn't have to be so careful about what sent to each other because of someone else.
And in that perfect world they would have each other with no guilt. No shame. No one else's opinion, but their own.
The video had progressed past where he left off, prompting him to focus more on the video again.
Yakko's sister had whimpered his name and he grinned, breathing her's right back "Dot…"
This time around he imagined her full figure bouncing on his dick, causing his hand to move faster. His shiny cock throbbed and he slowed down his movements sighing and watching as she smirked again and eased a digit inside her sloppy cunt.
A deep shudder escaped his lips; his eyes fluttered and his hand gripped his cock tighter, twsting his wrist as he did his best to keep pumping at the agonizingly slow rate she fingered herself.
"Fuck…" His voice still echoed throughout the classroom even though he barely whispered. Yakko tossed his head back while his other hand reaching down to fondle his sack.
Dot's fruit was getting juicier by the second especially when she sped up her movements, prompting Yakko to do the same. Dot reminisced on the time they boom-boomed in her car, one of the other times she was this excited. Dot missed her eldest brother immensely, longing to be touched and held tightly by him; just hearing from him meant the world to her.
The younger one huffed, her pussy was throbbing. Only her brother got her this messy, this sticky and creamy; with a little whine she slowed her movements and carefully inserted a second digit, "Aaah...!"
Her fingers gradually became covered in her sleek cream, as she continued stroking them in and out of her sweet hole; letting the cream slowly drip from her entrance, down her crack and onto her chair.
A hand flew to her mouth, obviously she was somewhere where she couldn't be too loud, and it turned Yakko on even more that she would do something so naughty in a public place.
Dot removed her hand, little sighs pushing past her lips. The camera caught Yakko squirming, his toned abdomen flexing just a bit while pleasuring himself. He was teetering closer to his orgasm,
Oh, he was saving this video. He silently swore it would never see the light of day. It was a precious momento meant for his eyes only.
"Daddy…I miss you…" she breathed "..hah..I miss you so much...!"
Never did Yakko think he would get Dot to call him 'Daddy'.
"Only girls with issues call their boyfriends that!"
He could recall her saying. Now, he loved that she changed her tune.
Yakko smirked through half lidded eyes, even if the camera didnt show his face.
"I miss you too, Princess…every day..." he whispered.
Using more of his running pre-cum as lube, Yakko quickly stroked his length with slippery wet sounds "Mm…you're so creamy..." he moaned, "Dot…"
As the video continued, he noticed Dot's legs trembling as she spreads them a little wider. She had removed her fingers from her pussy and began rubbing her clit again. He could even make out some of her red on her half-hidden face as she chewed on her lip.
"Y-Yakko…!"
She harshly whispered as her shallow breathing became heaviy; her curvaceous body writhing in her seat,
"I'm cumming…!"
"Me too, Baby…! Cum for me..."
"Hmm..MM…!"
Dot's back arched from the chair as her free hand flew to her mouth again. Yakko focused mainly on the head of his shaft, quickly stroking his slick head in a circular motion. He released a prolonged moan, before folding his bottom lip into his mouth and that's when he saw Dot's warm juices squirting pass the camera a few times.
"Fuck!...haah..uuuggh…" a few quick strokes and Yakko spilled his own hot seed into his hand; still stroking and relieving himself of more cum, practically saturating his hand. Dot's whines and breathing were still muffled as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm, remaining stiff for a brief moment until she finally relaxed and settled in her seat with a heavy, satisfied sigh.
Yakko let out an airy laugh and held his limping shaft at the base, shaking it of any excess cum and watching it drip to the floor. On Dot's end, the sound of knocking could be heard and a different voice called out,
"Mrs. Warner?"
She jumped and scrambled for her phone. "In a minute!" the video ends with an upside down image of his precious little sister's face. She looks so flustered and probably embarrassed that she almost got caught.
A moment went by and Yakko followed suit in ending his video. It wasn't enough to just messege her, not when he really wanted her. He sighed, leaning forward on his desk and rubbing the back of his hand over his forehead.
He should just ask her.
Yakko cleaned up his mess and his hands, with the tissues on his desk, before finally returning to his phone, sending his sweet sister his video with the attached caption:
'Daddy misses you so much Princess. Won't you consider the weekend? Pleeeeeeease'
He set his phone down on his his desk to tuck his dick back in his underwear and pull his pants back up. After smoothing out his shirt and adjusting himself one last time, his phone buzzed.
'Alright, alright. Is it snowing?'
'Not this weekend. It will the next.'
'I'll make arrangements, but we need to talk.'
The sound of the classroom door echoed, but that hardly disrupted Yakko's attention away from his sister, even if those echoing footsteps were growing closer.
'I'll call you as soon as I make it home. Promise.'
"Um, Professor Warner?"
After softly smiling at his phone, he quickly lifts his head from his device and gazed, over the monitor, up at one of his students calling for him.
Right on time, actually.
"Yes? Oh, Ciara. Can I help you?" Still trying to remain professional while on campus grounds.
Ciara was a pretty girl, young, and a bit nïeve. She reminded him of one of the girls he used to court on the movie lot when he was a teenager.
"I-I was wondering," she hugged her binder tightly to her ample chest, "do you want to go out for dinner tonight?"
A lot of girls knew their professor was a playboy. He was so young, charming, and easily one of the most handsome teachers on campus.
Depending on what you liked.
The harem soon realized that you just had to say the right words and he'll bed you in no time.
Yakko let out an airy laugh and rose from his seat, wrapping an arm around his young date's slender waist.
"Sure, Ciara."