u/ChocoMilk789

Plot : One fine Sunday morning I was lounging on the living room couch, scrolling reels and cat videos on my phone. When suddenly I heard you yell, "WHO ATE MY ICE CREAM!!"

Next moment you stomped in the room with an accusatory finger my way "you ate my ice cream? I told you to keep your filthy hands off my stuff!"

I looked up from my phone, unbothered, "It was just sitting there for 2 days, If it was yours, why didn't you eat it?"

"I was saving it for the right moment!"

"What's that even supposed to mean?" I raised a confused eyebrow.

"Are you two fighting again?" Our mom peeked in from the kitchen.

"Brother ate my ice cream!" You stepped closer and grabbed my shirt, "Give it back!"

I grabbed your hand trying to free myself, "Get off me!" I said smacking you away.

"THATS ENOUGH!" Our Father's voice boomed. "I've had enough of you two yelling around the house all day" Clearly, he was tired. From our behavior or from work, who knows.

Over the past six months, they had tried talking to us about getting along like, every week, to no effect. "I'm taking you both to a therapist" he said, pulling us apart.

Before we knew it, he had dropped us off near a building, with vague instructions - something about go straight then left? or was it right? but we clearly remember him yelling, "and don't coming back until you both learn to behave!"

"Which way genius?" you said with a bored look and your arms crossed.

"The fuck do I know? You kept talking over him when he was telling us where we were supposed to go" I said as we both walked in and looked around trying to figure out where we were supposed to go. "Maybe over here?"

I walked in the second Isle, to the left and the far room.

"Hello?" I peeked in the room.

There was a woman in a white coat sitting with her legs on the table and reading a book, with a lolipop in her mouth. Upon hearing someone in the room, she lowered her book. "I did not have any appointments today." she said.

"Yeah, we kind of just dropped in" I said,

"Because he doesn't understand his boundaries" you said in a dismissive tone, pointing your thumb over at me.

"Shut up" I smacked your hand away.

The therapist's eyes darted from you to me and back to you, "I see. Please, have a seat"

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Thank you for reading this far. I am looking to build a 60/40 smut to story about two siblings who walked into a couples sex therapist by accident. She would be under the impression that we are a couple looking to help our relationship, and so she will get us do very intimate and kinky stuff to help us "bond"

This would play out in multiple sessions, over multiple visits to the therapist so she can gauge our progress.

If this interests you, feel free to dm. I am looking for someone who writes in detail 3+ paragraphs, covering your characters thoughts and emotions, and not just what's happening.