Notes

F22. Please say if reading! This is a dramatic roleplay involving a woman and her brother in law. I would be most compatible with a more dominant male roleplay partner.

My name is Annie, I stand tall at 5'9'', my slim build accentuated by my broad shoulders and long limbs. My auburn eyes are my most striking feature. My hair is dark, a shade of brown that borders on black, and falls in loose waves just past my shoulders. I keep it tied back in a messy bun most days, out of practicality rather than fashion. My face is angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. My nose is straight and my lips are full. As for sexual details, my breasts are a generous handful and my ass is fit and toned.

Your brother, Tom, and I have been together for three years and got married last year. I work as a nurse in the emergency department, and he is an office manager. Ever since we got married, our relationship has changed. Tom has been drinking and gained a lot of weight over the year. You and I haven't spoken much, but we used to be closer when Tom and I were just dating. Tonight, Tom invited you to watch the Super Bowl.

I come home around halftime after a long and grueling shift at work. I unlock the front door and step inside, greeted by the familiar smell of home. I take a deep breath, relieved to be back after a long and tiring shift at the hospital. As I kick off my shoes and hang up my coat, I hear the sound of a bottle clinking against glass. My heart sinks as I realize that my husband is already drunk. "Annie, you're home," he slurs, stumbling into the living room. "Finally. We're starving!" I try to keep my cool as he continues to speak, his words slurring together and barely making sense. "I'll go fix something up." I sigh in defeat. I'm wearing dark blue scrubs and
a black turtleneck underneath for obvious reasons. I barely say hi to you and just go to cook you both something to eat.

(Please continue with a description of yourself and some background information about your character! If you're into non con, feel free to play as Tom to fill any needs. After a few replies we can move to discord if we are compatible.))

Stranger: Hey! I'm Jack.

You: How old are you?

Stranger: (Reading!)

Stranger: (I'm 22.)

You: Sweet

Stranger: (Alright! I like the premise. Let me write up my description. :) )

You: (Awesome!)

Stranger: My name is Jack. I am 22 years old and I am from the United States. My height measures in at 5'11 and I am considered to have an average build with slightly broad shoulders and thick upper torso. My green eyes are an emerald color with my blonde hair looking shaggy but curly, thin and in wisps. I have a slender jaw and pointed chin with low cheekbones and a paler complexion. My sexual details include having a muscular torso and thighs from going to the gym constantly. I have washboard abs that travel down to a "v" to my pelvis, where I stand unshaven with an 8 inch cock.

You: Do you think you can play a little older? I'd be 25 ish in the roleplay, maybe you're 28?

Stranger: Yep! I can play older. I have an old soul as some describe it.

Stranger: Haha.

You: Super, is that age alright or did you want older?

Stranger: 28 feels great to me! If it feels fine to you.

You: Yeah :)

Stranger: Would you like me to keep going?

You: Yes please!

Stranger: I see you from the corner of my eye meekly step into the back of the kitchen in the other room. The small living room fits Tom and I. Our relationship has been strained in recent years with his drinking habits needing me to bail him out with my money. He always said he would pay me back, and recently we had gotten in a fight. This time at the Super Bowl was to keep our family friendship together, but seeing the way Tom treats you, disgusts me. I stand up and excuse myself for a phone call. I saunter into the kitchen and pick up a pan turning on the gas stovetop, "Let me help out." I say quietly as the game drowns out my words so Tom can't hear me.

Stranger: (How's that?)

You: (You're great, I am replying :))

Stranger: (Thanks!)

You: I greet you with a mutter, a small nod in your direction before disappearing to the kitchen. I scan the fridge and pantry for ingredients to throw together a quick meal. I grab a package of pasta and set a pot of water to boil on the stove. While the water heats up, I chop up some garlic and onions, tossing them into a skillet with a splash of olive oil.

I flinch and look back over my shoulder. It's been a while since we've seen each other, and I've missed you. Despite the tense atmosphere with Tom, I feel a spark of warmth seeing a familiar face. "It's great to see you, I am okay really. It's a one-person job" I say with a tired smile, grateful for the moment of relief from the tension.

Stranger: "Annie it shouldn't have to be a one person job." I indicate towards the food, but my words having a much deeper meaning as you think to to Tom. I chat with you as I prepare some meat dicing it up to through along with the fragrant garlic and onions. "Tom tells me you guys have been thinking of getting a boat?" I ask. Knowing your financial situation this was more a ploy to understand exactly where you are coming from, rather than to talk recreation.

You: I watch your hands and feel comfortable. It would have been so amazing to have a partner who helped, like you did. I get a little lost in thought. "A boat?" I raise an eyebrow, it's the first I am hearing of it. I look around and quiet my voice. "Tom lost his job last month... we are not getting a boat... I can barely cover all of the monthly expenses alone." I tense up. "Please don't tell him I told you.."

Stranger: "I can already tell when Tom needs money..." I say chuckling slightly. "You think Tom would ask me to watch the game without it being about something he needs? Tom doesn't just do that." So badly, I want to tell you to pack up your things and move out. I think about it for a moment, my mouth puzzling and I think I might say it, then I breathe in and exhale. The breath seems more painful than it should be. "I'm not giving Tom the money." I say drying up my hands. "However," I continue. "I am giving you the money to help you guys out. You can say that you got a tax-ride off bonus at work for your hard shifts lately."

Stranger: (You still there?)

You: (yup!!)

Stranger: (Okay just making sure! Sometimes Omegle is weird.)

You: My heart sank as you offer to help us with money. I didn't want to accept it, but I knew we needed it. It was hard to swallow my pride. "We don't need money... he just wants money to fund whatever he does during the day" I sigh. The sizzle of the vegetables fills the air, and I add a can of diced tomatoes to the mix. I sprinkling some salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. The pasta is ready, and I strain it in the sink, adding it to the skillet with the sauce. "You're too kind Jack, don't let him take advantage".

Stranger: "Annie. I won't let you suffer with this bastard... I know my brother, better than most people do." I urge as I take a step forward, shoulder lowered in pleading. "You honestly don't need to tell him even. Just pay your bills and put some away." I pull out an envelope.

You: "That 'bastard' is my husband. And I promised I would be with him in sickness and in health... He will get better" I lie to myself. I take a step back as you step closer, paranoid and anxious. I look around to see of Tom sees us. "Annie! What the hell is taking so long??" I flinch and then look at you, my eyes wide and desperate "Please just put the envelop back in your pocket" I plead with you

Stranger: "Your 'husband' is also my brother. I've been with him longer to know... He won't get better." It pains me to say this. When you started dating, I knew where this would be heading but I kept my mouth shut to see Tom be slightly happy. You were and still are a nice girl though, and my eyes gaze at you up and down as I can see this life with him is beating you down... hopefully not literally. Tom cries out into this room and I take your proposal to put the envelope in my pocket into consideration, before thrusting it into your hands, "I'll bring out the pasta." I smirk and serve up Tom a bowl, already on my way out of the room before you can protest.

You: I bite my tongue when you give me the envelope and you give me no time to protest it. I hide in the covert, knowing Tom doesn't ever open it. I bring some sides to the couch and Tom shamelessly touches my thighs. He gives me a critical look and snidely comments on how awful I look in my scrubs. I feel my face flush with embarrassment and anger, but I don't say anything. As you eat, Tom continues to make rude comments. Finally, he tells me to go take a shower and get ready for bed. I obediently get up from the table, feeling small and defeated once again.

Stranger: As you leave, I look at Tom and scoff. "Man, Annie isn't some ragdoll. Have some respect for your wife." I say bolder than I have been previously. You just catch what I say in ear shot. "For ones in your goddamn life, have some respect for something." Tom gets offended by this and tells me that I disrespected him in "his home" eating "his food". We exchange some yells at each other as I tell him to grow up and he tells me to fuck off. After that I do, snatching my jacket up one last time as I know I have to leave him with you tonight. My heart aches.

You: I hear you and know that Tom has ruined yet another relationship. I hate that we are going to loose you. If Tom cuts you off, I won't be allowed near you. I head to the bathroom and turn on the water, letting the sound of the shower drown out my thoughts. I feel insecure and sad, wishing things were different, but not sure how to make a change, especially when I am terrified of Tom. I love him, I love the man I married, but the man downstairs has only hurt me. I am in the bed in my pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt, Tom calls it 'dressing like a nun' but I dress this way to avoid any attention, it doesn't ever work though. I hear Tom going up the stairs.

Stranger: As I drive all I can think about is you... Why did I stand up for you when so many other times I never had shot Tom a dirty glance, or hurt him in a way that he's hurt everyone else in his life? Why did I give you all that money? Why in all the moments did I want to hold you and let you cry for all the pain that Tom has caused you. I shake my head trying to get the thoughts away from me as I arrive at my home, empty. The bedrooms mean little with no one to fill them and I release a heavy sigh as I prepare myself for bed. As I crawl into my sheets and covers in the modern style room, I pull out my phone. We had of course exchanged numbers for family events. I decide to send you a quick message, not caring if Tom saw it, "Are you okay?" It reads.

Stranger: (You maybe want to move to discord? I'm really enjoying this!)

You: (Do you want to play Tom?)

You: (Yes please)

Stranger: (Sure! Would you enjoy that? Me playing Tom?)

You: (I would, would you? Is it a limit?)

Stranger: (Non-con doesn't turn me on as much. But I would really love to please you. :) )

You: (I enjoy giving pain an outlet, don't do anything you're not comfortable with though!)

Stranger: (I'm comfortable with it! I'll definitely help giving pain an outlet. :D)

Stranger: (Your discord?)

You: I look at the text and quickly delete it. I wanted to reply but I didn't have time, he was already rattling the door knob. I hide my phone in my bed side table and look at him, my eyes wide and caught. om bursts into the room, and I jump, startled. He towers over me, and I can feel the fear rising inside me as I wonder what he's going to say or do.