Ross Culkin, Male, Dream Partner is Older Sister, Blowjobs

Ross stayed up all night as he contemplatively stared at his email tab in his browser.

Parallel Lovers? Seriously? This is the email that had been annoying him for the past week and a half ever since his birthday?

The claim that he could use this magical app to find his dream girlfriend from an alternate dimension was entirely laughable. This had to be some sort of prank or a really weird scam, right? Who are they even fooling?

He didn't know what to expect when he decided to finally relent and read the damn thing. At first, he was incredibly freaked out when he read the first paragraph about how they knew he had been deleting and blocking their emails, and even knowing about how he changed his email address to a temporary one. But as he kept on reading, he found himself more and more confused and incredulous at the snake oil they were trying to sell him.

Also, the callous claim about him never meeting true love or finding a long-lasting relationship? Sure, he wasn't exactly popular with the ladies, but did they really have to hit him where it hurts? Especially during a period in his time where he's actually sort of depressed to be unable to find a girlfriend, despite how hard he had tried?

In all honesty, he should just delete the damn thing and go back to sleep. School would start tomorrow, and he had no time to waste contemplating on a scam email.

...

Although... The concept of it all did seem pretty fun, not gonna lie. The idea that some company out there is using their groundbreaking technology of traveling between realities to sell it as a dating service for lonely people was an entertaining idea for a sci-fi story. He could imagine himself shelling out money on the spot and desperately using it to find his dream girl if such a thing were ever real.

Hm.

Well...

For a prank, it seemed pretty elaborate. Ross wondered just how deep the rabbit hole was if he decided to play along. What other emails would he get if he entered in the information listed on the form? More elaborate stories? Will they actually go through the process of finding some cute girl to roleplay as his dream girl in order and setting up a live video chat to convince him it was real? Or will they disappointingly use a fake robot chatbot that sends pre-written text based on how he responded?

Plus, he was currently using a fake email address anyway, so there shouldn't be any harm to any of his accounts as long as he doesn't link or connect anything to it.

At the very least, all he'll probably get out of this is a funny experience to share online with his friends, probably.

Eh, can't hurt to indulge them.

With a humorous grin, he scrolled down to look over the form and studied it.

All it asked for was a name, his gender, what his idea of a dream girl was, and... favorite fetish? Yeesh, these guys get straight to the thick of it, don't they?

Well, alrighty then.

Name: Ross Culkin

Sex: Male

Description of Ideal Partner:

He paused at this point, furrowing his brows in thought.

An ideal partner, huh? Hm...

Well, it's not like he was picky or anything when it comes to girls. In all honesty, he's pretty for even a single girl to notice him at all. He'd probably settle with just about anyone that liked him.

But if he had to choose an ideal...

...

Ross carefully pushed his rolling-chair away from his computer to reach his bedroom door. Opening the door, he peeked his head out in the hallway to make sure he was truly alone and no one could possibly interrupt or catch him. An unlikely situation since it was the middle of the night, sure, but he just wanted to be safe.

His stare lingered a bit towards his older sister's door, hoping that she wouldn't catch him least of all.

Satisfied knowing that he was truly alone, he scooted his chair right back over to his computer desk and placed his fingers on the keyboard.

What he was going to type next was probably weird, gross, and cringe-inducing to the maximum . If anyone ever found out he sent this, he'd probably be treated like a freak for the rest of his life by friends and family alike.

But still, he typed it anyway. It's not like he ever told anyone about these emails, nor did he ever use his real name when he made the fake email address. His anonymity should be safe.

Description of Ideal Partner: A girl who looks identical to my older sister, Cherry Culkin. The same long and wavy blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes that she has. Also, the same body type, with her massive DDD-Cup rack and stacked booty to boot. Maybe not the same personality though. Less of a stuck-up bitch and more of a nicer, gentler, motherly kind of big sister, who would love to spoil her own little brother a lot. In general, someone who looks similar to my sister but not as much as a bitch. Or I guess if you're just gonna pull random people from alternate dimensions, how about literally just a different version of my sister who doesn't hate me or treat me like I'm an annoying fly?

Ross has never admitted this to anyone, but he had always thought that his older sister was a smoking hot babe with a body of a sex doll. Ever since he went through puberty, he began to view his sister as a woman and was constantly using her as his masturbation material for years on end. Many times he would sneak a peak on her during her showers or stalk her Facebook profile whenever she self-modeled in whatever new sexy outfit she was wearing. Sure enough, he was not alone in this regard, as he knew many guys who would kill to have a chance with her.

Sadly, she knew it too. Letting the popularity get to her head, she uses her body to get whatever she wants from boys and became a bossy priss of a girl as she grew up.

While she doesn't act maliciously towards him like some high-school bully from a teen chick-flick, she does treat him like all the other boys in her life. Basically, a tool to be used to get what she wants before getting disregarded and ignored when they don't serve any other purpose anymore.

Pathetically enough, he always found himself following along and doing whatever she tells him to do without complaint. Maybe it was out of some kind of misguided love for her. Maybe he just didn't have the heart to do something that might hurt her. Maybe he's scared what would happen if he pissed her off.

Whatever the case, he doesn't think he'll change his behavior around her anytime soon.

He'd still fantasize about her naked body though, however disgusting his perverted thoughts may be.

Favorite Personal Fetish:

Ross raised an eyebrow at this one, before shrugging and gave his honest answer.

Favorite Personal Fetish: Incestual Blowjobs

What can he say? He's a blowjob kind of guy. The incestual part is just relating to the fact that he likes to think about his sister giving him the suck-job treatment. In reality, he wouldn't mind getting blowjobs from any type of girl other than his sister, as long as he got to have one. I mean, he never got a blowjob before, but he liked the idea of a girl on her knees doing everything she can to please her partner with only her mouth.

Rereading the form he completed again, he couldn't help but give an embarrassed chuckle before going to reply and send the form back to the fake company.

Whoever was going to read his response, he hoped the reaction would be priceless. Whatever happens after this would need to come later though, as he was tired as all hell.

With a yawn, he shut his computer off and went to his bed before falling fast asleep.

---

Cherry Kulkin snickered at the email on her browser.

Seriously? This had been the email that's been bothering her non-stop for all these weeks? Some sort of fake company that claims to let people meet their dream partner through some kind of alternate dimension machine?

Pffft, that's hilarious!

God, for a second, she thought for sure that maybe she was getting tracked by some sort of virus planning to her over something stupid. In reality, it was just some kind of make-believe spam email, like one of those weird chain emails that people keep spreading.

She couldn't help but giggle to herself over worrying about nothing.

After calming down, she glanced over the message again with a more appreciative outlook.

What a cute little email. It probably belonged to some goofy kid who was tech-savvy enough to make some kind of AI email bot or something. The idea of a company selling a dating app to people that allows them to meet their dream partners from an alternate reality is such a cool idea, she'd love to see it as a concept for a movie or TV show.

Her little brother would probably love to see a movie like that. He'd always been into the sci-fi stuff, back when they were kids.

Speaking of little brothers, she heard a rustling noise going on in the room behind her.

With a curious glance, she stood up from the couch in the living and walked over to the kitchen to see who was making all that noise.

Inside, she saw her little brother rummaging around in the fridge like a raccoon rummaging in garbage.

"Hey, Ross!" She called out cheerfully enough, "What are you doing up this late?"

"Just getting a bed-time snack, sis." Ross Kulkin responded dismissively, before pulling out a beer bottle.

Cherry frowned at this, as she asked, "Your definition of a bed-time snack is ? Aren't you still under-age?"

Her little brother gave an annoyed sigh, before telling her, "Cher, I'm eighteen years old. My birthday was literally a week and a half ago. Just because I can't buy yet doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to drink them now."

"I know how the law works, but still..." Cherry said worriedly as Ross disregarded her concern and proceeded to gulp down his drink, "You know you should go easy on those. They're bad for your liver and your brain if you drink too much of it every day..."

"Yeah yeah yeah- I know- I'll control myself." He waved her away, wiping his mouth clean before shoving himself past Cherry to get back to his room.

"Oh, uh, do you need me to make you something to eat? I can make you your favorite sandwich!" Cherry offered, wanting to make sure her little brother was comfortable before he goes to sleep.

"No thanks, I'm good." He answered back impatiently as he walked up the stairs.

"Do you need me to tuck you in? I can read you a bedtime story to make sure you fall to sleep easier!" Cherry offered again, hoping her little brother would at least say yes to even one of her attempts to reach out to him.

"No, Cher, I'm fine!"

"Okay, then... Um- Make sure you get a decent amount of sleep, okay! Staying up late like this isn't good for your sleeping schedule, and you have school tomorrow-"

"Oh my god, please literally shut up!" Ross groaned angrily, before turning back at her with a glare, "Seriously, stop babying me all the time! I'm an adult now, I don't need you to breathe over my shoulder all the time like a worried mother! You can be so annoyingly overbearing, you know that?!"

With that, he hurried to his room and slammed his door shut, leaving his sister behind with a sad frown.

"...Good night... Love you, bro..." She whispered weakly.

With a tired sigh, she trudged herself back over the living room couch and resumed whatever she was doing on her laptop.

She was supposed to be done with a college assignment yesterday, but things in her personal life kept coming up and making her push back her work until she was late. Now she just wanted to make sure she finishes on time before she ended up getting an even worse late penalty than she already had.

However, when she opened her word document and stared at the screen, she found herself unable to motivate herself to even move her fingers to type in a single word.

Giving another sigh, she leaned back and lamented over her recent relationship with her little brother.

It wasn't always like this. Used to be, back when they were kids, they'd be the best of friends. They'd always play together, watched the same movies, played the same games, and trusted each other.

She always loved her little brother, especially since he was the only one she ever really felt close to when they were growing up. Maybe she could be a bit too much like an overbearing mother sometimes, but it was only out of love and concern on his wellbeing.

And... maybe from having a bit of a possible crush on him, which is something she doesn't think she's ready to admit to herself yet.

She had no idea when things started to change, but ever since high school, he's been nothing but dismissive and apathetic towards her nowadays. Nothing like the sweet innocent boy that he used to be before.

Cherry understood that maybe it was just her brother going through this phase of needing to be independent and not relying on others to solve his problems, but if she was completely honest with herself, she absolutely hated it. Taking care of his needs and having him thank her and call her the best sister in the world always made her feel warm and whole on the inside, filling her with the feeling of being loved and cherished.

Now that he thinks he's old enough to take care of himself though, she just felt... empty inside. Like she wasn't needed anymore. It was honestly , not being close to him like she used to.

Worst of all, she didn't know how to react or fix any of it. It was like Ross was purposely holding up this barrier that was specifically meant for her. Anything she wanted to do anything, help him, hug him, try to reconnect bridges and get closer to him, his barrier would just shut down all her attempts before she could even finish a sentence.

If only things were back like how they used to be... A simpler time where her little brother still needed her and came to her whenever he had any problems. A time where they still just at least acted like friends.

Another sad sigh came loose from her lips, as she alt-tabbed her assignment away to see the email of that fake dating company was still in her browser tab.

Seeing this gave her a small humorous smile, remembering how silly it was.

Finding perfect partners in alternate dimensions, huh? Maybe there's a universe out there where another Cherry had left her own little brother feeling lonely and neglected. She wouldn't mind using such powers to scoop up that version of her little brother and help take care of him instead. It'd be nice to hear Ross call her the best sister in the world again, just one last time.

...

Well, the form is right there. Why not humor herself and get all the funk out of her system before going back to work? At the very least, it could be a funny joke that she'll remember down the line as she grows older.

"Let's see now, what have we here...?" She muttered to herself with a playful smirk.

Name, gender, ideal dream partner, and... fetish?

"Whoever made this must have been a naughty boy, aren't you?" She giggled.

Name: Cherry Kulkin

Sex: Female

Description of Ideal Partner: A version of my little brother who's still kind of hopeless and still needs a big sister in his life to help take care of him. He should feel appreciative about having such an awesome older sister looking out for him instead of treating her like an overbearing mother.

She paused for a bit, contemplating on what to write next.

With a cautious glance around and at the staircase behind her, she made absolutely sure that no one was around to witness her writing all this weird embarrassing stuff.

Seeing that the coast was clear, she quickly added a special addition to the description.

Description of Ideal Partner: A version of my little brother who's still kind of hopeless and still needs a big sister in his life to help take care of himself. He should feel appreciative about having such an awesome older sister looking out for him instead of treating her like an overbearing mother. Also should have a tiny crush on me so that he doesn't try to go out and find a different girl to end up replacing me. Ross should only need me and want to stick by my side forever and ever.

"God, maybe I am overbearing, aren't I?" She laughed embarrassingly at herself, "I feel a bit creepy just writing that."

Well, it's just all in good fun.

Now for the last one.

"Favorite fetish? Wouldn't you like to know?" She smirked devilishly, as she typed her response, "I'll just pretend you meant to say Deepest Desires and Wishes. You can keep your perverted thoughts to yourself, buster."

Favorite Personal Fetish: My Deepest Desires and Wishes, is that I want to feel needed and cherished like I'm the only thing that could possibly matter in someone's life.

There. Done, and sent. Wonder if it'll ever get read by someone? Or maybe it'll just get cataloged in some robot queue or something.

"..." Taking the time to reread the message that she sent, she muttered to herself, "Now that I read this for myself, I'm starting to realize how pathetic I might be..."

The fact that she couldn't seem to function properly without her own brother acknowledging her felt like such a deep personal weakness. Surely, there's more to her life than worrying about her brother, right?

...

Sigh...

"I've distracted myself long enough. Gotta get this assignment done before it's late again." Cherry tiredly rubbed her eyes as the joy of fooling around went away, growing serious as she alt-tabbed back into her project.

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Ding! Ding!

"We got a match!" A voice called out loudly in the office.

"I got it!"

John Doe was just your average interdimensional super-being, created to serve the needs of people who were destined to be lonely and loveless in their reality. One would think that working a job in an office cubicle would make the whole process of matching partners from different realities together pretty generic and boring.

They'd be right.

Still, a job is a job, and it pays well.

"Let's see here..." John mumbled to himself as he read two files sent to his computer. "Ross Culkin and Cherry Kulkin... Wait, are they siblings?" John did a double-take as he reread the biography files on the two, before shuddering, "Eugh, gross."

Ah well, it ain't his job to judge.

"Let's get you two to meet up as soon as possible..." John continued on, typing away into his computer like a machine on fire, before printing off a schedule and faxing it over to the deployment offices.

Cracking his knuckles in preparation, John then proceeded to type a reply email to the two lucky people.

"Congratulations! We found your ideal partner! Here's how to set up your free trial meeting."