|| VMin + Incest (Cousins) + Somno + Pee + Degradation ||

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Taehyung's father and Jimin's mother are brother and sister. They've always been close, and even end up living together again as adults! Of course, it's worth mentioning that their sons are a whole lot closer...
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pieces of this thread are partially inspired by this one, by @polybangtan ;; https://twitter.com/polybangtan/status/1083000346149076993

In certain families there were /those/ cousins. The ones who were inseparable, attached at the hip. Sleepovers every weekend, sometimes even on school nights. Their grandparents bought them matching clothes for Christmas, their teachers questioned one when the other missed class.

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung were /those/ cousins. Jimin's mother was Taehyung's father's younger sister, and the two had grown up under the same roof after Jimin's parents' divorce. They slept in the same room, shared each other's secrets, built an impenetrable wall between+

themselves and the rest of the world and slapped on only more bricks and mortar as the years passed.

When, at sixteen, Taehyung had gotten his first girlfriend, Jimin had cried for hours -- quiet sniffles buried in the cotton of his pillow case, long since dry by the time Tae+

got home from his date. But they were close. Maybe /too/ close. It had been obvious to Taehyung (of /course/ it was obvious to Taehyung) that Jimin was upset. They knew each other too well for him to have to ask why.

He stopped dating the girl. Stopped dating altogether.

Seventeen brought only more heartache when Jimin got accepted into a dance program he'd applied for, foolishly believing that he wasn't talented enough to get in when he sent the video. He didn't /want/ to go to a boarding school if it meant leaving Taehyung. So he didn't.

By eighteen, their parents were 'concerned'. The two were accused both of holding each other back and of using each other as a crutch. Taehyung's father screamed. Jimin's mother cried.

Taehyung and Jimin applied to the same university. Laid beside each other at night whispering+

about all the fun they'd have. All the friend's they'd make. About the pretty girls they'd finally touch for the first time. Jimin would show Taehyung with his hands, tracing down his soft tummy, splayed wide as he gently caressed the skin, pulling him close, holding him tight.

When they were nineteen, they were short on money -- and what reason was there for them to have such a large apartment anyway? They could share a bedroom. Share a bed. Share everything, the way they always had. Share secret kisses, traded between soft giggles and whining sighs+

as Taehyung bit into Jimin's plump lip and claimed that it wasn't enough, he needed more practice, needed Jimin to show him just /exactly/ the best way to trace his tongue down a pretty girl's neck, how to make her breathe heavy and squeal and squirm the way Jimin always did.

At twenty, Taehyung told Jimin he thought he might not like pretty girls as much as he thought. Jimin told Taehyung he might be gay. Taehyung told Jimin he might be in love. Jimin told Taehyung they should practice how to kiss pretty boys instead. Taehyung figured he had kissing+

fairly mastered at this point. Might need to practice something different. Something that brought his hand down between Jimin's legs, where he gripped and stroked and tugged until Jimin was moaning prettier than any girl Taehyung had ever seen.

Jimin wanted some practice, too.

At twenty one, they'd pretty much stopped kidding themselves. They got a smaller bed so they could fit Taehyung's new easel into their studio apartment, squeezed together even though it meant sleeping with Taehyung's leg between Jimin's thighs, Jimin's face tucked into his neck.

Jimin decides to blame the easel when it happens. He wakes up completely tangled in Tae, laughing softly to himself as he spits out a mouthful of his cousin's fluffy hair. The blanket has fallen off of them, and Jimin has to /piss/. Taehyung is almost completely on top of him,+

his much larger body keeping Jimin's pinned to the bed no matter how much he tries to wiggle his way out from beneath him. He sighs, body going lax as he gives up on removing Taehyung with only brute strength.

"Tae-Tae?" He whispers hopefully as his stomach twists, "Taehyungie?"

His cousin doesn't even stir, and Jimin whines, trying to shift so at the very /least/ Taehyung's elbow doesn't feel like it's digging directly into his bladder.

This results in a rather counterproductive adjustment, in which Taehyung's hand ends up on Jimin's cock, and the+

pressure on his bladder isn't relieved at all -- rather, it intensifies. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to hold, squeezing his thighs together and flinching when the motion lifts his hips up, pushing his cock into Tae's palm.

"Oh! Not right /now/..." He mutters to himself+

feeling (not for the first time) more annoyed than anything else when his cock starts to fill and harden at the accidental contact.

If nothing else, it distracts from his need to piss. But just /barely/.

Taehyung does this normally quite /harmless/ thing where he clutches the+

sheets in his palm before he rolls over. Likely, this is a habit born out of living in close quarters with another human being all of his life, and not wanting to pull any blankets off of Jimin.

Except the blanket is already kicked onto the floor and when Taehyung shifts, his+

hand doesn't clutch at the /sheets/ it clutches at Jimin's cock and Jimin goes from kind-of-maybe-a-little horny to rock hard in under a minute.

It's not like Taehyung would /care/ if he bucks up just a /little/ right? They've fooled around like this before, and they're cousins.

Family. Best friends. Soulmates. They've lived their entire lives taking care of one another, haven't they? Taehyung wouldn't mind taking care of Jimin just this one little time, even if he slept through it.

Right?

Jimin rocks into Taehyung's grasp a little experimentally, his+

breath huffing out in a heavy exhale. It feels so good. Too good. The pit of his stomach /twists/ and there's a second where he almost pisses on accident from focusing too much on the way Tae's big hand covers his whole cock so /easily/. So entirely. So - effortlessly. But of+

course it's effortless. They're blood, connected deeper than anyone else they'd ever touched before. It's only natural that Taehyung was /made/ for this. Created purely for Jimin's pleasure, arriving in the world just exactly on time to spend the rest of his life by Jimin's side.

+++ tbc +++

He forces himself to ignore his bladder - to ignore any possible guilt when he undulates himself against Taehyung's body, arm coming around to grip at his back - hold him tighter, closer. Close enough that even the slightest shift in Jimin's hips is enough to get the friction he+

needs from Tae's hand. He can feel his precum soaking through the boxers he's sleeping in - can feel when the fabric starts to stick and cling in between Tae's fingers. It only makes him rock faster, breathy gasps hitching out of his throat on each motion. The pressure builds.

He starts to feel heat at the pit of his stomach. It twists into something that's /almost/ like an orgasm, and the instinct to just /let go/ is stronger than his understanding of what's actually going on.

Gasp. Rock. Thrust. Wince. Faster. More -- /MORE/, and then ... Fuck.

It's definitely not an orgasm but it might as well be, it feels so fucking good. His mind blanks out and he moans, loudly, a shiver running down his spine and his body going tense and then slack.

It takes approximately 45 seconds for him to realize he's pissing into Tae's hand.

By the time his mind has caught up with what's going on, it's too late to stop the steady stream and he freezes, not knowing what to do of what to say as he feels Tae stirring atop him.

"Jiminie, wha--" Tae cuts himself off abruptly, either noticing that Jimin is hard against+

his palm or that he's just soaked both of their thighs in piss. He's so ashamed of himself that before Taehyung can get another word out Jimin's crying, thrashing beneath him to try and get to the bathroom and clean himself up. He's sick. Sick for thinking it felt good. Sick for+

letting that happen at all. Sick for molesting his /cousin/ in his /sleep/ for fuck's sake ...

Jimin mentally promises himself to see a psychologist and be analyzed just as soon as he has the money for something like that.

"Hey, whoa ... you alright?" Tae sounds worried, not+

upset, and Jimin thinks back to their parents saying they were too close. Clearly they were, if Taehyung didn't even care that Jimin had just /urinated/ all over him while he slept.

Maybe they /both/ needed a psych evaluation...

"You haven't wet the bed since we were /kids/..."

The fact that Taehyung seems so genuinely concerned with Jimin's emotional state rather than his own /physical/ one only makes him cry harder, but he can't help noticing that his distress does absolutely nothing to deter the urgency of his erection, which is now pressed into+

Taehyung's thigh. Tae either doesn't notice or doesn't mind, his thumbs coming up to Jimin's cheeks to push away his tears before peppering the now clear skin with kisses. Jimin feels that he owes his cousin an explanation.

"I'm fine, Tae-Tae just ... couldn't hold it,"

It's a shameful thing to admit, but Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, nodding against where he's still kissing Jimin's face.

"Well, you've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer, have you?" Taehyung asks, a little too gently for his words to cut into Jimin the way they do.

"Wh-What do you mean, Taehyungie?" Jimin's eyes are wide and disbelieving, a small gasp breaking free from between his lips when Taehyung's hand wraps around his cock and he realizes that the other male /had/ noticed his erection all along.

"I mean," Taehyung begins,+

"That it's just /like/ you to be too stupid to even tell the difference between /peeing yourself/ and having an orgasm -- what now? You expect me to get you off after you pissed all over me? You're so disgusting, Jimin... must get it from your dad's side of the family." Again,+

Taehyung's tone betrays none of the cruelty in his words. If anything he still sounds weary from sleep -- maybe even a little /sweeter/ than normal. The contrast leaves Jimin confused and disoriented, but painfully aroused, and he gives a weak sniffle before shaking his head.

"M'not ... Not stupid, Tae-Tae..." Jimin insists, biting down hard on his lip when Taehyung grips his cock tighter, Jimin's hips lurching forward despite his poor attempt at self control.

"Yeah?" Taehyung mocked, "Not too stupid to get out of bed and make it to the bathroom?"

Well. Jimin can't exactly argue with that point, and Taehyung knows it. He stays silent as his cousin's hand starts moving on his cock, stroking at a tortuously slow pace as Tae continues talking.

"Not too much of a stupid /baby/ to just wait for me to wake up before touching?"

There's some kind of tingling /heat/ in Jimin's stomach that seems to be addicted to Taehyung's mean attitude. The way his words bite even as his voice soothes, the way he sucks gentle bruises against Jimin's neck and then bites down, hard, breath hot and loud in his ear each+

time he goes to speak again.

"It wasn't sick enough for you to get yourself off rubbing against your own cousin, huh? You had to go and do it while I was /asleep/, too? And as if that wasn't already fucked -- then you piss all over me. What the fuck is wrong with you, Jimin?"

Arousal clouds too heavily over the shame for Jimin to be hurt by Taehyung's words, whining and arching his back to get more of that delicious friction with Tae's hand, rocking up against those smooth, soft, fingers; moaning boldly when Taehyung expresses his ongoing 'disgust'.

"I can't believe this shit -- you're gonna cum, too, aren't you? Can't even help yourself."

It's almost like it took Taehyung /saying it/ for it to become a reality, but almost as soon as the words have left his mouth Jimin is spurting all over his hand, dampening their clothes+

for the /second/ time that night and whimpering pathetically as the heat of the moment finally cools, leaving him sticky, gross, and frankly, /ashamed/.

This time, when he cries, Taehyung is sweet. Not just in his tone, but with his words -- cooing Jimin softly, kissing him.

He tells him he didn't do anything wrong. Tells him that Tae /loves/ waking up to find him hard and wanting -- covered in his own piss. Tells him he loves it /so much/ that they should do it again some time. Plan it properly. Maybe drink a bunch of water before bed or something.

But of course his Tae-Tae understands. They're family. Cousins. Raised practically as /brothers/. There's nothing Jimin's ever wanted that Taehyung hasn't been enthusiastic to provide -- why would this be any different?

They're soulmates. Made for each other. Forever.

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