Not feeling any of my active stories today, so heres some sibling fun!
-YD-
To both their surprise, it was another month before Malik returned and they were no closer on an idea what to do with him. That wasn't the main thought in Vlad's mind at the moment though, as Ingrids stomach was evidently growing and there were flickers of movement, kicks and rolls to feel from the baby. "Will you stop? We could get caught here." Ingrid didn't stop him touching the bump, but she frequently complained when he did so - there was every chance this baby wasn't his, Vlad knew that but he didn't care. "Dads down in the kitchen hitting Renfield with kitchen equipment because he made himself mad about the cease-fire again." Vlad did lean back, pulling Ingrid's dress back down and skating fingers over her inner thigh as he did so, enjoying her tiny shiver.
"I can't believe you removed the mind wipe. Life is so boring with all this peace nonsense." Rolling his eyes, Vlad handed Ingrid her blood bottle and indicated her pregnancy swell. "You should be being careful regardless. Can you imagine getting blood poisoning again now?" Ingrid grimaced, placing a protective hand over her stomach. "Hmm. Not good." That was the closest she would get to an outright agreement, so Vlad stood to leave. "You know where to find me."
She wouldn't follow immediately - that would make her seem desperate apparently, Vlad was used to waiting around when it came to Ingrid. Picking up a fresh bottle for 'their' room, he kept a wary eye out for their father and cleared the door in surprise - it was open. Though he didn't know why he was surprised, Malik was probably almost as hooked on them as Vlad was on Ingrid. The leather jacket was already hung over it's usual chair, his boots already kicked off and Malik looked quite comfortable stretched out on the bed. "Not very vampiric of you, you look right at home there."
"I didn't think this room was about being vampiric. Minus the blood. Is that Carpathian Royalty?" Vlad nodded, holding out the bottle and pointing Malik to pour the drinks. He did keep careful watch so Malik couldn't poison him though. An idea began to occur as he watched Malik drain his glass, sipping at his own before placing the goblet on the table and holding up the fang cuffs. "Come on, we both know you like the cuffs big brother. Lose the shirt." Malik gave a short glare but shed his t-shirt, turning his back to Vlad with only minor hesitation and let him cuff his wrists. When he turned back and his knees hit the floor, Vlad could see his erection already straining - Malik could pretend all he liked, he got off on being pushed around by his little brother and Vlad knew it.
"Whoa, what is this?" "Oh be quiet, if we were going to stake you in here we would have done by now." Vlad finished tying the blindfold around Maliks eyes, hissing "be glad I don't gag you too" as he shoved the restrained, blinded vampire on the bed. Months of practice leaving his timing impeccable - Vlad was just leaning casually against the wall in nothing but jeans when Ingrid walked in, eyes flicking between him and the half naked, cuffed brother panting on the bed. "I'm going to assume you got the cuffs on before the blindfold, because I don't see him going for it." "Obviously, but I think he likes it." They made no effort to lower their voices now the door was closed - Malik was meant to hear them talking, meant to want to know what was going on.
Ingrid had already finished drinking upstairs, so her dress hit the floor quickly and Vlad spared a few seconds to caress the faint bump before pressing her into the wall and kissing her. It was wet and sloppy, designed to be noisier than usual to torment Malik. Indulging in clutching hands through her soft, silky flowing hair, Vlad felt her smirk when he groaned as her tongue slipped in his mouth. Nipping her lip roughly, Vlad leaned in and felt her shiver as his breath hit her ear "my turn tonight" pressing his erection against her stomach until her hips rolled against his.
"Naked. Bed." Ingrid smirked, heat blazing in her eyes as she dropped her underwear and stretched out, enticing and tempting as his eyes raked down her body. Burning with need to taste her, Vlad climbed on the bed and shoved her thighs apart. "Better than blood, fuck Ingrid." She didn't get chance to word a response before Vlad was dragging his tongue over her clit, sucking gently and teasing her hole with the tip of the wet muscle, feeling her try to tighten around it before he moved along. Malik couldn't see, couldn't touch, could only hear Ingrid moan, Vlad noisily groaning at the intoxicating taste of her, and smell the arousal filling the air.
His favourite thing about Ingrid's pregnancy was how she grew more sensitive, easier to push to climax. As he remembered when her thighs clamped around his face, shaking as her back arched and her mouth made the most erotic, guttural sounds of pleasure. Vlad watched as she relaxed, body finally returning to the bed and he couldn't help smirking as he licked his lips, wiping his face down and nipping, sucking and biting his way up her pale body. The sensitivity of her nipples as his teeth worried at the peaks was intense, Ingrid was already whimpering as he mouthed over the creamy mounds of skin.
Next was her growl of frustration when Vlad climbed off the bed, picking her discarded underwear up with a wink and pushing the fabric in Maliks mouth. "Don't want him missing out." Ingrid almost rolled her eyes, but then Vlad was wriggling out of his jeans and boxers and she was suddenly interested in his cock sliding between her thighs, pushing her open. Groaning as her wet heat surrounded him, Vlad could feel her shaking again already as he thrust into her over and over. He was careful not to lose all sense, but fuck Ingrid was so responsive to every touch, every inch sliding in and out of her it wasn't easy.
They both intentionally exaggerated their sounds somewhat to torture Malik, but Vlad was mostly just lost in watching Ingrid climax beneath him and feeling her clench tight around his cock. Clinging on to his own orgasm, Vlad waited until she stopped quaking all over before he slid out, rolling Malik onto his back and kneeling over his chest. "Do a good job and we might even fuck you after." His brother got little choice when Vlad pulled his makeshift gag out and replacing it with the head of his cock, slick with Ingrid's arousal as he pushed to the back of his throat. Adding a tight fisted grip to Maliks (he had grown it out a little actually, he noticed distantly) short hair, Vlad guided his motions and enjoyed the slick tongue and sloppy mouth around him. It didn't take much after watching Ingrid come twice, being inside her and Vlad found himself spilling down Malik's throat within minutes.
Panting as he sat back a little to recover, Vlad smirked at the already debauched Malik - he hadn't even been touched yet. Those leather trousers must be suffocating, and since Malik had took it all so well already Vlad took a little pity on him, tugging the leather down and watching Malik visibly sigh in relief at the freeing of his erection. There was precum beading at the tip, knowing it wouldn't take much to set him off Vlad winked at Ingrid before swallowing down the thick cock and relishing Malik's yelp of surprise, melting into whimpers of pleasure and as he thought, Malik spilled into his mouth even faster than Vlad had his.
"Do I have to wear this the whole time?" Vlad turned eyes to Ingrid, nodding down at her stomach - it was visible now so she had to choose. She debated for a moment before reaching over to pull off the fabric on his eyes, brown eyes blinking for a second or two before looking around. His legs were still trapped in the bottom of his trousers, so Malik really wasn't going anywhere without help. He gave them both the once over, eyes widening comically when they reached Ingrid's stomach. "Uh. Am I seeing things?" "No. Do you really think we were stupid enough to not use protection" they were, but Vlad and Ingrid had agreed not to say anything yet "and risk Ingrid getting pregnant by her brother? We used condoms before, but Ingrid had a thing with Bertrand. You remember him? The one you got killed" Vlad squeezed hard around Malik's cock in warning before continuing "and she got pregnant. That's why we play bareback."
The trussed up brother clearly knew better than to ask any more, so Vlad rolled him back over to his front and pinned his weight down. "Plus, doesn't she look fucking delectable? The perfect example of death and darkness, hot and needy and full of life." Leaving Malik like that for a moment, Vlad went back to kissing Ingrid sloppily, fumbling for the nearby lube and sliding fingers down the crease of her ass. Her eyes flared with want as she writhed, knowing how to relax as Vlad pushed fingers into the tight muscle, stretching her open to take him. The rough, desperate whines of need had Vlad hard and ready again in no time, and judging by his wriggling hips Malik was right there with him. Sliding a handful of lube down his cock, Vlad tugged at Malik's hip until he rolled back over, erection full and proud as it jutted up from between his narrow hips.
The only thing Vlad didn't like about doing this was he couldn't see Ingrid's face, but remembering just how hard she had come from this before had him scrambling into place as Ingrid slid down Malik's cock, taking a minute to adjust first. Then she turned to smirk at Vlad over her shoulder, the way she knew made Vlad's cock twitch with dark desire as she beckoned him closer and squeezed perfectly around him as he bottomed out. "Ride it, fuck you're so hot like this Ingrid." Her hips were shaky but rose and dropped, rocking between the twin impalements and moaning obscenely as she took her pleasure from them both. Malik had no leverage the way he was restrained, little more than a sex toy to Vlad and Ingrid as he made shallow thrusts from beneath them.
When Ingrid finally shattered between them, her whole body shaking and clenching and hot as she came, Vlad could see the overwhelmed set of her shoulders. "Can you take this or shall I finish with him?" He said it quietly, not wanting Ingrid to feel he was announcing her inadequate as she nodded and rose off them completely, hissing as Vlad lay her down next to them. "I'm too far gone to do this properly, you're going to be walking funny big brother." He did slick his fingers and stretch Malik out, but Vlad was edging desperate and barely did enough before his cock replaced his fingers. "Bats alive, give me a sec." Forcing his hips to still - he wanted Malik dead but Vlad wasn't going to act like a rapist - until he got the nod, Vlad didn't waste time with a build up and fucked into Malik hard and fast. In spite of his complaining, Malik still came before Vlad without a touch to his cock, spurting over his stomach as Vlad came deep inside him.
Vlad waited until his hazy brain started to clear before he snapped his fingers, unlocking Malik's cuffs and watching the vampire wince slightly as he bent to pull his trousers back up. "Where do you actually go? When you aren't here, since you broke up with Erin and you haven't been 'sighted'." Malik shrugged, yanking his t-shirt over his head and shoving his feet into boots. "Around. I try not to stay in one place too long, street fangs are so clingy." "And you don't want to get caught violating the cease fire?" Malik's mouth twisted - his half frown that Vlad had come to see as a sarcastic kind of agreement. "That too." Malik finished the glass of blood - Vlad's glass - on the table, then grabbed his jacket and was gone.
"You would think he had noticed he's going to be stuck to his clothes very fast." Vlad shrugged, closing the door again and offering Ingrid more blood. "Not my problem, so long as he doesn't turn up here covered in week old come. Ew." "So, he knows." Ingrid was looking at her stomach, so Vlad expected that's what she was referring to. "He knows you're having my dead tutors kid. That isn't the same as knowing there's like a 40% chance he's your baby daddy." "Why forty?" "Balance of probability, I've fucked you a lot more times than he has. But I haven't actually kept count, I thought forty percent was a safe bet." Ingrid hummed under her breath, swirling her drink around her glass and taking a sip.
"Either way, this can't go on indefinitely. He's getting too comfortable in the idea you won't kill him for biting breathers." "I know. That's why I asked where he goes. I can always accidentally let his location slip to Jonno as a token of friendship. But I can't if he won't tell me." Ingrid looked surprised that Vlad was talking so casually of getting Malik killed. "I mean, I want to stake him myself but you know, his dust pile is top of my future fireplace decorations list. I'm not that fussed how I get it there."
Waiting for Ingrid to answer, he couldn't deny surprise when he turned to see Ingrid asleep. He shouldn't. Vlad knew he should wake her and they should leave. Instead, he made sure the door was locked from the inside, took the glass from her lax grip and placing it aside before lying next to her. It was mildly terrifying, she could wake and stake him, but they had never hung around long post-coitus, and Vlad wanted this one moment. Sliding an arm loosely over her waist, he held his breath when she shifted but Ingrid just got comfortable and stayed in slumber. Letting his eyes flutter closed, Vlad just hoped Ingrid believed him when they woke and he had to say "I don't remember" when she asked how they ended up spooning, sleeping together.
-YD-
hoorah for sibling drama! There is more than shameless smut to this, though there wasn't when I started it.
