I Can't Clean The Blood Off The Sheets In My Bed

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: MCR

Ships: fem!Waycest

Warnings: bloody disgusting period sex!!!

Mikey can you stop somewhere and get some pads on the way home I'm out

And some dark chocolate raisinets

Mikey tucked her phone into her pocket, taking another look up at the actual wall of feminine hygiene products laid before her. Well, unless you were a trans guy, then they'd be masculine hygiene products, Mikey thought to herself. But the corporations apparently hadn't remembered that trans people existed. Which was typical.

Mikey knew Gee wanted pads. She didn’t know what brand she usually got, or if she wanted the super thin ones, or if she needed the ones for heavy flow, or if she wanted the ones with those little tab things on the side. It didn't help that Mikey herself had never actually dealt with this shit firsthand, on account of not having a uterus. 

She stood there puzzled for a long time, internally debating with herself and trying to imagine what she would want Gee to get her if she was the one bleeding from her vagina, and Mikey figured, she wouldn't really be picky about it if she was fucking bleeding, and she'd probably want a tampon because then the blood would be staying inside her body. Wait, how did vaginas even bleed for a whole week without actually killing you? 

Mikey was pulled out of her thoughts by her phone buzzing again. She sighed and took it back out of her pocket.

Advil

ok hold on

q how do u bleed that much w/o fucking dying

I am fucking dying Michelle

Shut up and get the advil

k dont die until i get there

Mikey sighed. Okay, so her sister was PMSing or whatever, she got that, and maybe bleeding from your vagina was a pretty justified reason to get pissy with everyone. Still… 

Eventually, Mikey just grabbed a box of pads, the kind with the weird tabs for heavy flow, just in case. Overkill was better than nothing, right? And if Gee hated the weird tabs (Mikey figured they might be for making it stick better?), she could take some scissors and cut them off. She got the other stuff that Gee had asked for too, and then headed over to check out.

When Mikey got home, she took off her shoes and coat at the door, and then headed down to the basement, where she found Gee crumpled under the sheets, clutching a heating pad to her stomach. Mikey whined sympathetically, walking over to the bed and sitting next to her sister with the plastic bag from the store. She dug around in the bag and pulled out the Advil, taking it out of the box and handing the bottle to Gee, who immediately opened it and swallowed two pills dry. Mikey tried not to think about the implications of that.
“Here,” Mikey muttered, tossing the empty box back into the bag before pulling out her candy and the box of pads, setting them on the bed next to Gee. “I didn’t know what kind you wanted, so I just…”

Gee let out a loud, almost theatrical sigh, as she grabbed the box. She nodded a little, then set them aside. “I would have preferred the discreet ones, but at least you’re smarter than dad.”

"That's like saying I'm taller than Frankie," Mikey pointed out.

Gee rolled her eyes and smiled, sitting up a little. She flinched at the pain of moving, and Mikey reached forward almost instinctively to rub her stomach and try to alleviate the pain, but Gee swatted her hand away.

"Don't touch me, you're gonna make it worse," she sighed, a note of resignation in her voice, low and gravelly. "Not even heat is helping. My cramps are never this fucking bad."

"I can't imagine bleeding from your vagina would ever feel good," Mikey commented, adjusting her position on the bed so she sat next to her older sister, arms snaking around her, but carefully avoiding the point of pain. The warmth of the heating pad radiated under her forearms, and she thought, this is nice . She rested her head in the crook of Gee's neck, taking a deep breath and watching as she tore into the bag of Raisinets. Gee almost perpetually smelled of cigarette smoke, but somewhere under that, Mikey could make out the floral scent of her body wash. So she'd showered within the week, which was a pleasant surprise. Mikey pressed a soft kiss to the back of her sister's neck, reveling in the smell. She remembered before her transition, she would steal Gee's toiletries because they smelled better, or more feminine or whatever. Looking back, she probably should have realized she was a girl sooner.

"Mikey, these are milk chocolate, I asked for dark," Gee complained, and Mikey answered with an amused shrug.

"They were out of dark chocolate."

Gee groaned, but it didn't stop her from continuing to snack on her chocolate raisin treats. Mikey let out a little sigh and glanced over to the television. Gee was rewatching Star Wars for the billionth fucking time, and Mikey couldn't help but find it endearing, because of course.  

"Fuck," Gee hissed, doubling over and clutching at her stomach. She looked like she was almost to the point of tears, and Mikey wished she could help, but she wasn't really sure how. She raised a hand to place on Gee's shoulder and rubbed with her thumb, her touch loving but firm.

"I'm sorry," Mikey sighed, even though she had nothing to be sorry for but just out of empathy. She leaned forward to kiss Gee's neck again, just a little higher up. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No," Gee groaned, not protesting against Mikey's touches, but leaning into her. "I've tried literally everything. Except sex or exercise, because I don't get any and I'd rather just kill myself than get out of bed right now."

"So, same as high school," Mikey teased, and she would have poked Gee's belly- which had always been rather plump and round from her refusal to do any physical activity more intensive than walking- but decided against it. "I mean, I dunno how sex would help, but if you want…"

The offer hung heavy in the air, the silence after thickening as Gee turned back to meet her sister's eyes. It wasn't like nothing sexual had ever happened between the two- but both of them had buried those memories a long time ago. It wasn't particularly warm in the basement, but Mikey felt herself begin to sweat anyway.

"Mikey," Gee eventually said, her gaze flitting between her sister's eyes and her crotch. "We're- We really shouldn't." 

"It's to make you feel better," Mikey insisted, letting her hand wander lower, now dangerously close to her sister's bosom. "Nobody has to know. I'm not forcing you, but if you think it'll help with your cramps…"

"We're sisters, Mikey," Gee weakly protested, but Mikey could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn't really have a problem with it. It wasn't like Mikey didn't know it was wrong, either, but it only excited her more- maybe it was messed up, but the idea of fucking her sister, knowing that it was wrong, sent a pleasurable spike of heat straight to her dick.

"I'm not hearing a no," Mikey commented in a singsong voice, kissing Gee's neck again, this time a little more meaningfully. Her hand moved to cup her breast- not doing anything yet, just holding it. Mikey would stop if Gee told her no- she was just waiting on the confirmation her sister wanted this as much as she did. When Gee shook her head, Mikey took that as encouragement, sucking gently on Gee's neck as she fondled her sister. Gee let out a pleased sigh, the tension releasing from her body. Mikey’s hand wandered, pulling the bottom of her sweater up over her breasts, exposing her. It was weird, definitely, they could both feel it, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. Mikey rolled Gee's breast in her hand, lightly pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Gee sucked in a sharp breath and reached one hand up, coming to rest on Mikey's arm. The other found its way atop Mikey's hand, the one still wrapped around Gee's torso and hot from the heating pad. Her fingers intertwined with Mikey's, leading her hand lower, under the sheets and her sweatpants. Mikey pressed another soft kiss to her neck as she rubbed the front of Gee's panties. Gee whined a little and bucked her hips into Mikey's touch. 

"Mikey, Mikey, please," she whimpered, rolling her head to rest atop Mikey's. "Just- Just put your fucking fingers in me already."

"Foreplay is important," Mikey tutted, and she got the distinct feeling Gee was getting ready to smack her, so she obliged, sliding her fingers under the waistband of Gee's panties. 

Mikey ignored the slightly-gross feeling of Gee's pad against the back of her hand, fingers dipping down between the folds of her slick pussy. Gee whined softly, growing impatient as Mikey stroked her fingers along her slit, not entering- just teasing her. 

" Mikey ," she breathed out, turning her head so their eyes met. She looked so desperate, so wanting and pliant…

Mikey caught her sister's lips in her own, meeting very little resistance. The kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed, years of hesitation and tension melting away between tongues and teeth. Mikey finally plunged her fingers inside Gee, swallowing the pleasured noise her sister made in response. Gee pulled her lips from Mikey's, jaw slack as Mikey thrust her fingers in and out of her. The relief came over Gee slowly, spreading through her body in waves. She moaned, loud and unabashedly, and Mikey's free hand, the one that had been fondling Gee's breast, raised up to cover her mouth instead.

"Quiet, the last thing you need is for mom to hear us…"

Gee's eyes rolled back at that and she moaned into Mikey's hand, hips rolling down on her with a renewed fervor. So Gee was into that- the risk of getting caught. Mikey smirked, because of course she was. She crooked her fingers inside of Gee, hitting just the right spot to release a sound from inside Gee that was somewhere between a gasp and a sob. Mikey hummed and kept fingering her, ministrations tiptoeing the delicate line between gentle and firm and driving Gee crazy. Her hips stuttered forward against Mikey's hand, quick and desperate, and then she slowed down, chest slowly rising and falling with deep breaths. Mikey kissed her neck again and met the pace of her hips, lazy and gentle, until Gee looked up at her, eyes vaguely hazy and distant, and mumbled, “Fuck.”

When Mikey pulled her fingers out of Gerard's pussy and slid her hand out of her pants, it looked… well, how you'd expect it to look- like she'd just killed someone. She turned her hand over a little, grimacing. Some of it was on the back of her hand from the pad. It wasn't like it wouldn't wash off in the sink, but…

Gee snickered. "You afraid of a little blood?"

"N- No!" Mikey huffed, her face flushing red. "It's just… scary you can bleed that much and be fine! And it's gross."

"Mikey, Mikey," Gee tutted, taking hold of Mikey's wrist and pulling it closer, licking it off her fingers just to watch her squirm and scrunch her nose. Gee grinned. "Good to know you being my kid brother didn't go away when you transitioned."

Mikey didn’t say anything in response to that comment for a long moment, just watching with a sort of aroused disgust as Gee licked the blood off her hand.

“You’re so gross…”

“And you just fucked your sister, weirdo.”