Bryce pressed down harder on my thighs, bearing considerable weight onto them. My back whined in displeasure. My cock slipped through my parted lips and into my waiting mouth. First Bryce's spit, and then the familiar flavorlessness of my own flesh, ignited my senses.
This cock was upside-down in my mouth, its soft sensitive frenulum grazing against my front teeth rather than along the hot bath of my tongue. I was staring at my hairy balls. And past them, Bryce's awestruck gaze. I sealed my lips around my cock and sucked the best I could. Without lungs to aid me, this was more a matter of sheer cheek muscle, like trying to drink a stubborn milkshake. It felt okay, but what I needed now was the in-out motion.
Bryce intuited this, bless him. Twin-sync. He pressed still harder, forcing my upside-down cock squarely into my throat, then let up just as I was about to gag, allowing my shaft to glide back out pleasantly through the ring of tightened lips.
"That feel good?" he asked eagerly.
"Mmmm-hmnn," I assured him.
So he pressed again, let off again, pressed again, let off again. I reached up and started jerking myself with my fist, in addition to savoring the pleasure of my lips and insides of my cheeks sliding up and down along my shaft. I tongued the shape my cock, slavered it, soaked it. This had the dual mind-body purpose of sending me to cloud nine inside my mouth. I also played with angles, twisting with my fist so that I could rub my cock along the roof of my mouth and savor the firm rubbery ridges against my frenulum (and vice versa, the roof of my mouth also enjoyed the feeling of having a cock on it). I even let Bryce gag me a few times, and felt what my throat muscles could do to the head of my cock, although this set a perilous quantity of saliva to flowing.
And then I felt something I hadn't expected. A wet intrusion into my asshole, followed immediately by an electrical surge of erotic fuck-yes-ness straight to my brain. Bryce had poked his tongue into my ass, just to try it I guess. He had then withdrawn it back into his mouth and seemed to consider the flavor. Then I watched him stick it back in for another go. I felt his breath through his nostrils on my taint. It was bizarrely excellent. I wondered what he could have tasted to make him so suddenly ravenous?
Meanwhile, he kept pressing down on me, shoving my cock in and out of my throat. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, feasted on my anus, even growled with relish, but he didn't lose the rhythm we had going. With him grumbling, I couldn't not start moaning. My big sexy brother liked eating my cute little asshole. Fucking of course I moaned about this.
Then all of a sudden I was lightheaded. Sparks, little flashbulbs, twinkled here and there. I don't think I was anywhere close to cumming. Nope, I quickly realized, this was very much a pain thing. I reached up and anxiously tapped one of Bryce's hands. I tried not to seem panicky, but I needed to get off the ride.
He stopped eating my ass and gave me a puzzled look of disappointment.
"You want me to stop?"
"Lemme go," I grunted urgently. My back was not feeling good.
Bryce released me and stepped out of the way, letting me flop back down into a fully supine position on the grass. My lumbar seized up, at once relieved and furious. I stretched and writhed until the seizure subsided, then laid there, eyes closed to the sunlight, and took inventory of the little aches and pains blossoming along my spine. Bryce picked a butt hair out of his mouth.
"I guess I like eating your ass," he chuckled. "You are such little vixen."
Maybe I blushed? I was in agony.
Lily meanwhile, crept forward and reached one arm across me to the grass beside my shoulder so that she could peer down at me from directly overhead. I couldn't read the look on her face. The sun was in my eyes. But I could just make out that her lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-squinted. Her hair dangled and brushed against my forehead and cheeks. She put a hand on my cheek.
"I'm okay," I told her. "I'm fine. My back just. Needs a minute."
Then she dropped her face to mine. Whoa. Mission impossible style, just millimeters from mine, she hung there, taking up near all of my vision and filling my sinuses with the sweet smell of her face and sweat and hair. She very, very lightly touched the soft skin of her lips to the skin of mine rubbed red from sucking so much cock. She didn't kiss me, I didn't kiss her. We just enjoyed the shape and warmth and texture of each other's lips, and allowed our nostril's breaths to mingle. Because ecstasy.
"Aw," Bryce sighed. "She cares about you."
I basked in the shade of my sister's concern, the rest of me roasting in the summer sun. Loops of her hair curled between us, itched at my chin, caught in my eyelashes. She suddenly smooched me. Just a quick one. But then she relaxed her lips again, left them delicately touching mine.
Then she smooched me again, just like that. Now she smiled. I couldn't quite see it so close up and in shadow, but I could feel it. Her face was that close.
She repositioned, holding her face determinedly to mine, accidentally kind of smashing her nose into my cheekbone, and reached her leg across me so that she could be on all-fours on top of me. The lilac fabric of her skirt came to rest on my cock, causing it to start in confusion.
But she simply hung there, leaving all that space between our bodies. Her lips stayed held to mine, however. Her breathing then began to intensify. She was planning something.
She grabbed my left hand, brought it to her right breast, and pressed my fingers flat onto her modest teen boob. She clutched it there, and used this hand to grope herself. Lily's tit was small and warm and wonderful, and through the soft lilac fabric I could just make out the hard spot in my palm that must have been her erect nipple. My hips bucked helplessly, humping at her dangling skirt.
And now Lily kissed me hard, lips closed, but with all the passion she had pent up. Wind rushed out of her nostrils and catharsis whimpered in her throat. This close to me, I could hear, practically feel, where and how each breath and minute vocalization sounded inside of her respiratory anatomy. This close up, she wasn't actually mute.
"Okay," Bryce wowed. "I guess Lily's ready to play?"
The back door to the house opened and closed.
"Alright, alright, everybody up," Mom announced with a clap-clap. "Let's get back to work!"
Chapter 10
"This is for you and Jake," Mom handed Lily a sharpie. "I think the two of you will enjoy this exercise."
Lily glanced eagerly at me, blinked timidly, and looked back at Mom. We hadn't really talked about the kiss.
"Don't we need paper or something?" I asked.
"Excellent question: No. For this exercise, your sister will be the writing pad."
"Hot," Bryce nodded thoughtfully.
"And Bryce, you meanwhile will be coming with me."
"What? Why?"
"Because," she sighed sternly. "I thought about it. And I have decided to fuck your brains out."
All three children's eyes bulged out of their sockets. Apparently Mom had had a chat with her monster while away gathering supplies for our exercise. Which, by the way, amounted to a single sharpie.
"Come on," she said, and grabbed him by the wrist.
"W-wait, really?!" he stammered and stumbled as she dragged him back toward the house.
"You two have a nice chat, okay?" Mom called back to us nonchalantly.
If I said I wasn't envious, I'd be lying. I had stuck plenty of things inside of Mom, but never my naked cock. I must have frowned a bit, thinking about Bryce thrusting inside Mom's pussy while she rode him—or maybe she'd force him to take her doggy style—or for all I knew she wanted his fat cock up her ass—because Lily sidled up to me, wrapped an arm around me, and put her head on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.
"She chose me for torture," I said, sounding faraway, even to myself. "She chose him for fucking."
Lily shrugged, then stepped closer so that her body was pressed up against mine, face shining. She rose up on her toes, grabbed my cheeks, and pulled me down into another short, sweet kiss. Then she took my hands and put them around her. So I held her like that.
But then she changed her mind. She frowned and moved my hands lower, onto her butt. She wiggled her butt cheeks until I grabbed on. So I held her like that. Finally, she smiled approvingly and smooched me again. Then she brought the sharpie up between our faces and raised her eyebrows at me.
You ready?
Chapter 11
Daylight was beginning to fade. The symphonic warm-up of cicadas, crickets, and birds sounded the beginning of sunset.
Lily seated herself sedately on the grass, her tawny arms draped around her knees, and with her bare toes tugge at the grass, plucking little toefuls and then letting them go.
I held the sharpie and wondered both what to write on Lily and where.
Lily held her hand out to me.
Pen, she said.
I handed her the sharpie. She uncapped it, smelled it, smiled, and began to draw on her toes. One letter per toe. H. E. L. Okay I saw where this was going. L. O.
She wiggled her toes at me. Hello.
She hadn't painted her toenails or anything. They were just cute, regular, girl toes. And now they said hello. I waved at her foot. It waved back.
She offered the pen back to me. I held her by the wrist as I took it. I opened her hand, uncapped the pen with my teeth, and wrote directly on her palm.
Hi.
Lily looked at her palm. Hi, it said. She closed her fist. She opened it again. Hi, it said again. I gave her back the pen.
She touched the nib to her right leg, just below her knee, and began to write along the side of her calf, heading toward her ankle. She wrote big, and so had to start back up at her knee to finish the message.
My heart started racing at the half-completed message.
What do you want
But then she finished, and I went back to simply enjoying my little sister's company.
What do you want
to talk about?
She offered me the sharpie. I took it without knowing exactly how I was supposed to answer her. I looked at her toes. There was a fragment of grass caught in the nook between the letters E and L. Should I write something about her toes?
No. I tried to look at my sister the right way. Whatever the right way was.
Beyond her the lawn stretched a good ways further, gently sloping and dipping up into and back out of shafts of yellowy evening sunlight, then ended abruptly at a wall of leafy bushes and very tall trees. Billions of leaves ruffled noiselessly overhead. Above them, colossal lumpy mashed potato clouds the size of our whole city floated by.
I felt like an idiot once I realized I knew what I wanted to write. It was a no-brainer! I took the cap off again—I'm not sure why we both kept recapping the damn marker—and touched the sharpie to her ankle. It proved tricky to write on its bony little protuberance.
You.
Lily peered down, squinted at my single-word answer, and tucked some of her hair out of her face so as to see better. My handwriting wasn't very good. The 'Y' had somehow turned into an 'X.' And the 'u' was more like a small backwards 'N'.
She reached out, and I placed the sharpie in her hand.
OK, she wrote on top of her foot.
Then she crossed out a word on her calf and wrote in a new one underneath it.
What do you want
to talk about?
know
She gave the sharpie back to me. Huh. It felt different this time. Stronger, like it was accruing power.
I took a cue from Lily and modified an existing tattoo.
Are you
OK
?
She smiled at this. But then that smile did something a little strange. She studied my face for something. I wondered if it was there.
Then she looked back down at her foot. Her toes curled and uncurled, shifting tendons beneath the question's skin.
She wrote this next one on her left arm.
Why do you ask?
She handed me the sharpie, and lent me her arm.
I didn't have to think very hard about my answer. I pulled her wrist toward me and bent it so that I could see what I was writing but she couldn't.
10 years
She withdrew her hand eagerly to see what I had put.
Nope. What I had written was not whatever she had hoped to see. But I still had the marker. I gestured for her to give me her hand back, and she complied—if hesitantly.
10 years
Sorry nvm
She looked at my revision. She asked for the sharpie.
else ↓
What do you want
to talk about?
know
Back to me. I took her other arm. She had to sort of twist at the waist to give it to me. I wrote along the underside of her arm, her tricep I guess. When I was done, I handed her the marker.
She took it and gave me a distrustful look, wondering if I'd written another very serious question. She had to twist her arm a few times, craning her head this way and that, to read my new message. I chuckled at her struggle. That had been my intent.
May I plz touch your boob again?
She snorted once she had finally interpreted it, and shook her head at the brutishness of it. She uncapped the marker, penned a tiny message in her other palm, and then handed the marker back to me.
I looked at her expectantly, almost nervous except for the drugs prohibiting nervousness.
She looked right back, savoring my dumb lust.
Finally, she offered me her closed fist. I had to pry her fingers open while she smirked. I was initially confused when I saw the response.
Why?
I looked at her with even dumber lust than before. I put my hand out like give me the fucking marker.
She obliged, but only after making me have to yank it out of her hand while she gave me a severe look.
Answer wisely, Bro.
I gestured invitingly to the grass behind her, asking her to lay down. This earned a raised eyebrow eerily reminiscent of one of Mom's. I gestured again, matching the raised eyebrow the best I could. She acquiesced, slowly and suspiciously.
I then threw a leg over her and sat down bare ass on her soft lilac torso, just below her stomach. I could feel in my butt cheeks how hot she was inside her dress. Why on earth hadn't she taken it off yet?
I leaned forward and cleared away some of the clutter on my canvas: One of her dress's straps needed to slide out toward the far edge of her shoulder, as well as the other. I flicked her necklace pendants off her chest so that they disappeared beside her neck. I blew on Lily's chest and pretended to brush away the last little bit of debris on her skin before I began writing. Lily snorted again, looking equal parts pleased and dismayed by how stupid I was acting.
I took my time, this time. I figured this piece of canvas was valuable real estate and deserved a little more care.
When I'd finished I sat back up and appraised my work. It was decent! I capped the marker with a ceremonious flourish.
Lily sat up on her elbows, tolerating me straddling her for now, and strained to read what I had written. She had to make a ridiculous face, tucking her chin absurdly into her neck, to see what I had drawn in big block letters.
HAPPINESS
She looked again from one clavicle, across to the other, either admiring my handiwork or regretting letting me put permanent ink on her. But then she looked up at me with a face I immediately understood.
You may touch my boob.
She laid back down on her shoulders in the grass, looking up at me with a nervous smile, but also shaking her head in incredulity as if I'd just won an unlikely bet. She pushed one strap of her dress all the way off of her shoulder, shimmied her arm out of it, then did the same with the strap on the other shoulder.
Somehow, just the sight of my sister's bare shoulders almost did me in. As if I'd never seen the girl in a strapless dress, or a tube top, or a towel. I thrilled on her stomach.
She grabbed the loose top of her dress, holding it in place as she took a deep breath, and then let it all out. She pulled her top down to just below her ribs.
I was speechless. Even though I'd sort of gone quiet from hanging out with her, I went even more quiet. I was afraid to even touch her. Her tits were preciously cute, inviolable little things.
Lily did a sort of showy gesture with her hands, signaling curiosity: you like?
My very dumbest lust was all that I could offer in reply.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hands in both of hers. She pulled them up into the air and shook them. My fingers waggled, my arms joggled. She did a sort of whip-snap motion to get everything working again. It worked.
She then calmly lowered my hands onto her naked chest. She held my palms onto her for a bit while my fingers found purchase and a sort of muscle memory program came online, titty_fondle.exe. Lily then released her grip, freeing me to do as I pleased, and she lay each arm down in the grass beside her.
I cupped each tit gently, as one does. I then cupped them non-gently. I fondled them with gleeful abandon. My sister just looked on, enjoying being enjoyed.
And now I was the one biting my lip. I'd thought it was a thing girls only did self-consciously to look hot. But turns out, it was something you could do totally unconsciously while fondling a pair of beautifully adorable tits you had no earthly right to be touching.
I released my sister's little tits as I considered her nipples. Her smallish areolas were tanner on the outside and pinker near the center, the darkest part of them only a little darker than the skin of her mauvish-tan lips. The nipples themselves were soft and inverted, having not quite woken up yet to the festivities. Good! This gave me something to do with them.
I kept an eye on her face—she had shut her eyes for the moment and was basking in the ecstasy—checking for discomfort as I gradually began pinching at her nipples, waking each little nubbin from its summertime nap. First the left and then the right came peeking out. They stiffened, reddened, and finally protruded to their full upright and locked position. I pressed on them, pinched at them, kinked each one in a horny twisting motion. Lily moaned and bit her lip. She liked me.
I didn't necessarily mean to be making this super-sexual right away. But in my defense, I was completely naked and fondling my sister. A discerning reader will also recall that it had been less than an hour since I'd sucked my twin brother's cock, swallowed his cum, and then also sucked my own cock while he ate my ass: and I had not yet cum once. So, forgive me if I was a little horny.
In the midst of my titty-twiddling, Lily suddenly awoke from her reverie. She looked up at me, blushed and blinked, having apparently not meant to lose herself so deeply in the moment. I smiled at her to convey okay-ness with her arousal. I mean, look at me, my eyes said, glancing down at my cock.
She recovered the sharpie from the grass and poked it into my hand while it was still affixed to her cute sweaty boob.
So in retaliation, I drew silly circles around her nipples. She naively watched me do this, perhaps hopeful it was going to turn into something cool. It wasn't. Sorry. Art is not my thing.
When I tried to offer the marker back but she of course refused. She rolled her eyes and snorted in distaste. This face meant, that doesn't count as your turn. She even started trying to get out from under me. Fine, I guess.
I unstraddled her, and helped her sit up.
I was a little worried she was going to fix her dress back onto her shoulders. Instead, she pushed it down further, past her tummy, onto her hips. Then—rocking onto her back again—she wiggled it down her legs and all the way off of her feet. She had taken off her dress entirely. My sister.
Just like that, my tan, horny, topless little sibling was down to nothing but a pair of mint green panties. I hadn't seen so much of her all at once in who knows how many years. I'd forgotten about all the cute tiny moles she had sprinkled here and there on her belly, across her back, dotting her hip. She rolled back up to a sitting position. I liked this position. It was sexy as fuck. Then she stood up. That position was sexy too. She was in nothing but undies!
She stepped proudly toward me. She gestured at the ample blank canvas she had just generously made available.
I was still bare assed on the grass. Down here, I was eye level with her mint green panties. The bit I'd seen before was not the whole store. Atop the waistband was a little bow, also mint green. And hugging each hip, starting roughly in the creases of her thighs, the fabric changed along a wavy seam to mint green lace. I looked up at her slinky topless frame, into her cheery gaze, overcome at the sight. She got to look like this all the time, whenever she wanted. And she hid it inside of clothes?!
She chuckled down at me between the silly little owl's eyes I'd made of her nipples.
I uncapped the marker. If she was feeling bold, I was ready to meet her there.
You have a cute thigh gap, I informed her right upper thigh.
Duh, her right upper thigh replied.
Can I see your pussy? I asked her left upper inner thigh. This spot sort of tickled her as I wrote on it. And when she saw what it said, it tickled her even more. She demanded the marker.
Why? Her left upper inner thigh needed to know. She handed me the marker, looking a little bemused. Had I moved too fast?
I got up on my knees and pressed the marker to her chest, drawing one long underline: HAPPINESS
She huffed and rolled her eyes again when I was done. She refused the marker. Do better, she shook her head.
Fine. I uncapped the marker and, still up on me knees, began to pen a proper "do better" sort of reply. I used her whole stomach. I wrote small.
Partway through, when she realized it was going to be awhile, she sighed and closed her eyes again, and resumed enjoying the squiggly, sensuous feeling of your naked skin being scrawled on by a scribbling marker.
Lily, in a dress or out
you are my sister and I
love you but I fear that
I am not going to be able
since you kissed me on
my back [here was her belly button] in grass
to stop my mind from
wandering over and
over again the shapes
of you in sunlight in a
doorway in a dress in
lilac and mint green.
I'd had to sort of push the very top of her panties down just a bit to complete the last line. She flinched, but peeked and saw I wasn't up to anything untoward, and so held the waistband down for me while I finished.
I capped the marker. Had what I written been any good? Lily opened her eyes and peeked down at the tractus on her stomach before I was done appraising it. I gave her a quick flurry of don't-look hands. She rolled her eyes, closed them yet again, and sighed impatiently.
I felt like I needed to add something, but I wasn't sure what. I hadn't mentioned her pussy. Should I, somehow?
No. What was there was cheesy, but it was fine. It sufficed. It had come from a place of genuine and, for me anyway, profound fondness. And ecstasy. And incest. So, I thought it was fine.
I uncapped and capped the marker again, loudly, letting it pwop to signal to Lily I was truly done.
She opened her eyes and checked my gaze first for approval before setting to the task of reading upside-down the lengthy, ham-fisted sonnet I'd just published on her belly. She needed help interpreting my handwriting in places.
"Able," I said, reading where she pointed. She nodded. A few lines later she pointed again. "Over," I said. She raised an eyebrow. She looked down again and kept reading.
I think she finished before I realized she finished. Either that or she was a much slower reader than I pegged her for.
But after a while, she looked up with an inscrutable smirk, put her hands on my neck, just beneath my jaw, and held my head like a prize. She turned my head somewhat to the side and hugged me to her sharpie-smelling tummy. She was a little bit sweaty.
Then she let go of my head and got down in the grass next to me. She got on all fours. She wiggled her mint green butt at me.
I hadn't given her the marker back. It was her turn to take the marker. I offered her the marker.She pouted her lips and wagged her butt again. I looked at her butt. It was phenomenal.
My sister cocked an irritated eyebrow at me now, and nodded her head to her butt. Then she waggled her butt yet again, probably beginning to wonder if I was just too stupid for how hot she was being.
"You want me to--?" I'm sorry reader. I needed consent on this. You don't just pull a mute girl's underwear down without, like, 200% confidence that that is what she is asking you to do. "You want me to take your panties off?"
Lily rolled her eyes all the way out, around her head, and back into her sockets. Yes, she nodded as though to a baby. Or Bryce or something.
I could see from here the message I had written on her left upper inner thigh. It almost taunted me with its casual intensity. Was she really about to just let me pull her undies down? Like this? With her butt all up and at 'em?
I reached out and touched her lower back, where the muscles started to bell into her hourglass shape, and then slipped my fingers underneath the waistband of her mint green panties. I was touching my sister's underwear, with her permission. And I was about to see that which brothers are never supposed to glimpse. Nevermind earning hugs from little sisters.
Lily had to lean forward and straighten her hips a bit to make the task of getting the panties off her ass more feasible. Then it was smooth sailing down to her knees, which were planted in the grass. She pushed up into a sort of yoga pose so I could roll them all the way down her legs, then she stepped out of them one cute foot at a time while I pulled them off of her.
I now held my sister's still-warm panties. They felt as precious to me as some mint green newborn mammal. I stared lovingly at the stains on the gusset fabric. How very biological arousal tended to be.
Lily now waggled her naked butt at me, eager for her brother's appraisal.
My little sister's plump innie of a pussy was the same olive complexion as the rest of her, complete with beauty-mark-esque mole on the inner curve of her left lip. She also waxed or something. I was momentarily surprised until I pictured her asking Mom, and knew Mom's monster would have been enthusiastically supportive of her sexually attractive daughter's depilatory whims.
My brain kept looping back to the same complexly simple truth of the moment. My little sister was on her knees, showing me her ass and pussy, and there was no one around to stop us.
Lily's labia were just twin smooth lobes with a crease in between, situated neatly inside the larger twin lobed context of her butt. Her butthole, meanwhile, was tiny and pinkish and cute, seemingly trying to remain inconspicuous, but alas. This close—I was at arm's reach—my sister's sweaty ass had a mild odor I could happily discern. I now deeply understood whatever urge had overcome Bryce to compel his tongue into my asshole, and to feast upon my strongest flavors.
Lily rolled over and pulled her knees up to her chest. I could still see her pussy, in much the same way I had seen her panties on the loveseat in Mom's office. She brought a delicate finger to her pussy, lightly caressed herself, liking whatever smile I was smiling as I watched.
I found the marker in the grass. I offered it to her. She regarded it plainly. She did not take it.
Instead, my little sister stood up in the grass, stretched both arms up into the air, all the way up onto her tiptoes, and then bent all the way forward, folding herself in half. She was limbering up for something.
I held the marker out. I felt like I was trying to offer a sharpie to God.
Lily finally took the marker from me once she felt like it. She uncapped it, and without hesitation wrote on the shallow plump of her naked pelvis. When she finished, she waved a presenter's hand across the message. She had taken care to write upside-down from her perspective, right-side up from mine.
Care to taste?
Lily clearly relished in making me feel at a loss. Of course I care to taste. Like, how was I supposed to answer that? And still sound even remotely cool?
She offered me the marker.
I went to grab it.
But she playfully withdrew it. She wagged a finger at me. She grinned.
She brought the sharpie to her body. Starting at her lips, cap-on, then dropping from her chin to the word HAPPINESS, she traced it leisurely down the center of her form, straight between her little owl-eyes, past her ribcage, through all twelve lines of my bad prose, over the sacred triangle of her pelvis, and still further down. She pressed it up to her slender tan-pink clit, ran it through the length of her, and visibly enjoyed its smooth shape on her smooth shapes.
Then she angled it upside down into her pussy and popped it in. I watched in pure awe as the marker disappeared, first past the sharpie logo, then up to the cap. She sort of stood up on the balls of her feet as she penetrated herself, then plopped back down once it had gone in.
She stood there, nude in the sunset, and held the marker by the tip of the cap, biting her lip a little self-consciously as I lavished her with my gaze. I wanted my sister to enjoy the small pleasure of having a sharpie shoved up inside her. Little muscular things were happening in there. I hoped she felt loved.
Then she drew it all the way back out. She regarded the implement a little strangely now, as if maybe this had been a weird idea. She sniffed it, and almost seemed to change her mind. I gave her my best puppy-dog face. She sighed and held the marker out to me.
I took it maybe a little too eagerly. I didn't mind that it was slippery and sticky at the same time. I smelled it, just as she had, and understood why she had made a face. It stank! It smelled like pussy! But I loved that it stank and smelled like pussy. It was Lily's stink, my kid sister's pussy.
I licked the middle of the sharpie, the logo in fact. Lily's eyebrows twitched. Her juices tasted tart, a little bitter, mostly salty. I licked more. I licked the whole thing clean.
Several licks later, it kept smelling like her, but I couldn't find any more discernible juices. They had either gone into my mouth or disappeared into all the saliva now slicking the pen.
Okay, so. Was ... that her turn? Had it been my turn?
I guess I had the marker. She sighed, hands on hips, and looked at me. My little sister was just letting me stare at her naked while she stood right there in front of me. What the fuck was I supposed to write?
I was no longer in the writing mood. Lily's salty musk lingered in my mouth. Some of it had even transferred to my upper lip. I pouted my upper lip and sniffed deeply. It smelled so badly good.
I waddled over to Lily again on my knees, supplicatory, and uncapped the pen. I still was not sure what I was about to write, but my cock believed in me. Lily put her small, clammy hand on my writing hand. This felt nice. I almost felt a good idea forming as she held her hand to mine.
But then she withdrew the pen from my grip. I gazed at this event uncertainly. She brought the sharpie back up to her nose and sniffed again. The look she gave me was funny, something like guess there's no getting rid of the smell. Then she chucked the marker away, out of sight, into the darkening green grass behind her.
She grabbed my shoulders and pressed herself forward onto me, mashing onto my nose into her soft, sweaty navel. She leaned heavily onto my shoulders, and kept pushing, until I teetered backwards past my center of gravity, arms windmilling before my hands found grass and stabilized. Lily sort of lost her own balance, but caught herself on me. I was now stuck in a strange but sturdy pose, leaned all the way back on my hands, with my sister tilted forward onto me. I felt very dramatic, and kind of vulnerable.
Lily gave me another communicative shove on my shoulders, even harder this time, indicating that she needed us all the way down. I dropped clumsily to my elbows. Lily fell clumsily, too, our naked bellies clapping together and knocking a mutual wind out of each of us. I twisted to sort of get my legs out from under me, and then finally relaxed onto my shoulders in the grass.
Lily folded her legs between mine, perched her elbows on my chest, and tucked her hair behind her ear so she could look at me. She licked her lip. She batted her lashes.
"Lily," I awed.
She beamed and pressed her wrists to her chin, as if mugging for a camera.
"You threw away the marker," I told her.
She frowned and shrugged. Yeah?
"Mom didn't say we could do that."
Lily gave me a bland, judgmental look.
"Um," I said.
Lily repositioned slightly, got the boniest part of her rib cage off the boniest part of mine. She also kindly reached down and got my cock out from under her hip, straightening it, tucking it between our tummies. This new position was better for both of us.
She looked at me again, and smiled what seemed reflexively. As if the sight of me, or maybe the surface of me, or maybe some thought I couldn't guess about me, made her automatically happy. Like watching someone yawn, I smiled back irrepressibly.
"Are we kissing?" I asked.
Lily shrugged again. Do you want to?
"I sort of love just looking at you," I answered honestly, surprising myself.
Lily scooched forward and smooched me for that one. I felt my cheeks redden.
We were being very, very cheesy. I knew this. She knew this. But we were teens in love. We were brother and sister. We were naked and sweaty and laying on top of each other in the grass.
Meanwhile, Lily's scooching forward motion had been a pleasant awakening for my cock. Lily felt the throb of enthusiasm, too, and I saw her eyes widen just a little, scandalously. So she did it again, this time for sensuously and deliberately.
The next time she did it, I helped, holding her by her butt and squeezing her into me. And now it was my turn to notice my sibling's pleasant awakening. She pressed her ass eagerly back into my hands as she slid back. She spread her legs apart and slipped her feet over my legs onto the grass so she could sort of straddle me, frog-legged, on the grass.
This angle worked well enough for a few more humping grinds, but she wasn't getting what she needed. She sat fully up. I was sad to feel her weight leave my chest, but was glad to be entreated to her reddened, sweaty frontal nudity. She giggled at something on my body. She had left faint, smudgy mirror tattoos of bad prose and owl eyes on my torso.
Lily sat flat and sweaty on my cock. My cock throbbed gleefully beneath her, bathing in her mingled moistures, and pulsing at the forbidden soft, squishy, surprisingly light weight of my adult sister's hot, sweaty butt cheeks. She squiggled a bit on top of me, letting me slide around in even hotter, wetter parts of her.
She studied my face with pride, watching yet another gasket blow inside me somewhere.
An evening breeze blew over the yard. Our upper bodies' sheens of sweat suddenly cooled. We sat like this, high off our gourds, relaxing and humping and thinking nice thoughts about each other's genitals.
But she gave me only this much time.
Then she scooched back and raised her butt. She bent her head down, her hair falling over her owl eye on one side, and searched for my cock underneath her. She grabbed me firmly by my shaft—holy fuck, her little sister fingers, slender, clammy, finely tipped and cool to the touch, were not even able to wrap around the girth of me— and pressed the head of my giddy, incredulous cock into her vulva. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lily. This was happening fast. This was hap—
She started stuffing me into her, just like that. She lowered herself, exhaling carefully, bit by fleshy bit. I watched the head of my cock painfully, forcibly, disappear inside of the squatting shape of her, observed disbelieving how her labia parted further and yet further until they engulfed the stubborn whole of my circumference.
There was something past the entrance of her that she and I both had to reckon with. She sniffed determinedly, dropped a few more pounds of booty onto the situation, and in I popped: past the threshold and into the startling heat of her.
I watched the cuff of my shaft slip into my little sister, the entire upper half of my cock, the last hairy inch of my base, until her hairless pelvis and my trimmed and tidy one met at last. She let out a stiff, happy exhalation. She dropped her head, her face disappearing completely inside her hair, and basked in our new junction. I could tell her nervous system was sending and receiving lots of information. Here is me, here is him, I am sister, he is brother, we are one, and so on. Probably.
Mine was sending me oodles of info, too, but I couldn't have told you what any of it was. For in that very instant, none of it mattered.
A volcano had exploded deep inside my loins, not far upriver from my cock, and a wave of pyroclastic flow was roiling down the mountain, carving a path of white-hot ruin on its way to the small, cozy hamlet inside my sister.
Lily's head shot up and eyes went big as my first hot geyser shot into her.
"Sorry!" I sputtered reflexively.
She stared into, I believe, the sunset, if the pink lashing flames in her eyes were safe to go on. Her face was what you'd make if you'd just been sprayed with hot liquid in a place you'd never been sprayed with hot liquid before. Her gaze dropped to mine. She seemed to learn, from my face, what both this feeling was and why her brother had just apologized with his cock inside her.
Meanwhile, I'm sure I was making a face identical to Bryce's. I erupted again. Lily's pussy muscles contracted reflexively. This squeezing sensation on my mid-orgasm cock drove a spike of pleasurable pain up through my body. I spasmed beneath her.
My kid sister stared at a space just beyond my ear, in the grass, her expression neither one of horror nor of bliss. Her eye muscles twitched with each subsequent squirt of cum into her pussy.
A couple inches above her head and thousands of feet into the air a big bulbous cloud, two-colored with dark purple shadows and searing pink highlights, captured my gaze. I saw it as Lily's cartoon thought bubble. And there, nestled in the nooks and crannies of its lumps was the distinct form of a newborn baby.
Lily slapped me. Fuck you. She slapped me on the face, and on the chest, and on the face again.
She urgently hoisted herself up and all the way back off my cock, and let me plop out into the chilly pink air. My cock remained spitting and spluttering somewhere down there, I guess onto my belly, still releasing all the molten pent-up lust inside me.
Lily stood over me, bent at the waist and felt at her crotch. She withdrew and inspected her fingers, rubbing them together. She brought the liquids up to her nose and sniffed. With her other hand she threw her stupid hair back out of her face so she could see better what she was doing. Of course it smelled like cum. She dug her fingers back into herself again, panicking, seemingly trying to unplug herself or somehow pry out my cum.
I had a much better vantage point and could see, plainly, the next drool of cum as it lisped between her pussy and her fingers. It broke and slipped onto her thigh.
"Sorry," I muttered again, the high of my dumb lust now anxiously subsiding. Reality, still somehow rapturously nice, became once again quite real, and the ramifications of having cum inside my sister now settled onto me like dew on grass.
Still more cum was dribbling out of Lily's vulva. Her outer labia had grown rosy from our explorations, and now shone slick and slimy in the fading sunlight. Her tucked-away inner labia, once a cute feature, now posed a problematic source of anxiety for my sister, as their little involutions had become place for cum to play hide and seek.
I felt bad for my sister. Didn't I?
Well, if we're being honest, no. But I knew I was going to feel bad. If that helps.
Lily scooped her dress up out of the grass and quickly shimmied into it. She snatched up her mint green underwear. Then she ran away without putting them back on. I heard her stumble slightly in the grass, then slap across the patio, then open the back door and slam it shut behind her.
I stared dazedly up at the very first star of the evening, glistening in the dark bruisy after-sunset blue, lightyears overhead. I felt a pang of something. I made a wish.
Sorry. I have to keep it a secret, or else it won't come true.
Chapter 12
Back inside, Mom and Bryce greeted me in the living room. She invited us both back into her office, and asked us to sit back down on the loveseat. The drugs were wearing off. Bryce and I quietly put our briefs back on. We sat side by side but otherwise not really talking. Lily came in a little later and sat on the other side of Bryce.
"How are we all feeling?" Mom asked perfunctorily. Her tight, perfect bun had grown disheveled from the last time we had seen it. And now she was dressed in nothing but a white tank top and some powder blue panties. She sat cross-legged, unabashed, and gazed concernedly at her children.
"Jake, sweetie. Your sister seemed upset when she came inside. How did the marker exercise go?"
I glanced to my sister. Lily looked away, not interested in participating. Another painful emotion clocked back into my awareness. Worse, it seemed well-rested after its brief vacation, ready to work.
"Not great," I admitted.
"Oh," Mom nodded. "Tell me about what happened, if you don't mind."
Lily suddenly shot me a look. I mind, she glared.
But Mom was in control here.
"We wrote all over her, and stuff," I began.
Lily's furious gaze bore into me. Don't.
"And like, you know, we got a little steamy doing that."
"Steamy?"
"Well," I remembered. "It was hard not to, like, get a little, um, into it? Writing on her skin and all?"
"Writing on her skin was a turn-on for you?"
"Yes."
"And for her?"
I looked at Lily. I needed to stop looking at Lily. She was making this harder than it already was.
"I think so, yeah."
"And what was wrong with you two being turned on?"
"Nothing, I guess." Except incest, but, you know.
"Jake, sweetie," Mom uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "What went wrong?"
"Well—" I looked at Lily again. Damn it I couldn't not. But she was glaring at Mom now. Her eyes were welling up. "We sort of had sex."
"Ah," Mom sniffed.
"But it was like," I was talking with my hands now, hoping they would help me put this better than my mouth knew how. "I fucked up, Mom. I came. Like the second we started."
Mom stayed silent.
"I came inside her. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to cum at all! But she just caught me by surprise! I—" I could feel another bitter emotion reemerge, this one ready to fight. "I didn't ask her to put me inside her! She just did it on her own. We'd been having fun, and it felt like we were heading toward something sexy, but I didn't think it was going to be that."
Lily screamed sharply, hatefully, shamefully. All eyes turned to her.
This was not how I had wanted to hear my little sister's voice after ten years of total silence. So no, reader, her ungovernable anguish didn't count.
Lily buried her face in her throw pillow and screamed again.
Also didn't count.
"Lily," Bryce said, and put a hand on her shoulder. Lily didn't respond.
"It's okay," Mom intervened. "Let her feel how she needs to feel. This is a safe place for us to have emotions. If you need to scream, or if you need to stand up and move, or if you need to hit something, you can do that in here. After tonight, I need us all to be open to whatever the others of us might need to feel."Lily stood up. She pointed angrily at me while glaring at Mom. Mom nodded, and motioned for me to rise.
Lily stepped over and before I could begin to muster an apology she punched me hard in the stomach. Her little fist didn't quite knock the wind out of me, but it did cut like a lead bullet through my squishy guts. I doubled over and almost vomited at the pain.
"Fair enough," Mom said, "Although I'll kindly ask you not to hit each other from now on. Hit the sofa. Hit a pillow. Hit the wall—though be careful not hurt yourself. Rage needs to be exerted to be fully felt. And feeling our emotions is how we digest them."
I whined unconsciously through noxious tears of discomfort.
"Dude," Bryce finally spoke up. His parched throat cracked a bit as he hit me with the question: "You fucked our sister?"
"She fucked me," I spat, still bitter.
"You came inside her?" he pressed on, his bitterness rising to meet mine. Twin-sync.
"I hadn't cum all day. I was ready to burst. And then she sat on my cock without any warning!"
"So then push her off, dude. Don't cum inside of her."
"Push her off? I came the second she got on! There wasn't time to react like that!"
"Right. So how long did you stay inside her before you did react?"
"Like—" I sputtered. Shit, I didn't know. It hadn't been more than a couple seconds, had it?
Lily had been pacing, but now she stopped and waved to get Bryce's attention.
Leave him alone, she gestured.
"What?" Bryce scoffed. "You're protecting him?"
Lily glared at him, but wasn't sure how to respond.
Bryce wasn't saying anything wrong. He was just being a dick about it.
"Bryce," Mom finally stepped in. "Honey. Why don't we check in with you?"
"You fucked him?!" Bryce wasn't done berating Lily. "You sat on his cock?!"
Lily was crying again, but she wasn't breaking eye contact with Bryce. She looked murderous.
"Bryce, I hear your anger," Mom kept trying. "And I wonder if that anger is really about Lily and Jake. Or if it's about something else?"
"Jennifer," Bryce said, still glaring at Lily. "Please don't interrupt. I'm talking to my sister about my feelings."
"Holy fucking shit," I murmured.
Holy fucking shit, Lily gaped.
Upset though we both were with what a fuckhead our brother was being, we couldn't deny it was the hottest, stupidest, bravest thing he had ever said. Sadly, he was most definitely going to have to pay the price for it.
"Bryce, sweetheart." Mom rose from her chair. She withdrew a long narrow U-shaped pin from her bun, and then shook her hair out. It fell in wild curls to her shoulders. "Why don't you stand up for a second?"
Chapter 13
Mom asked Lily to go to her desk and fetch the handcuffs and some lubricant. Lily gave her a strange, excited look and then did as she was asked.
"Top drawer, left side," Mom guided her.
Lily came back and handed the items to Mom. Mom asked her to sit down.
"No," Mom said as Lily turned to go back to the loveseat. "Sit here," and she patted the cushion of her own leather armchair.
Lily obliged.
"Jake," Mom called to me. "I'll ask you to hold your brother's hands behind his back, please."
"Mom, I'm sorry," Bryce tried. "I got carried away. I got upset. I got carried away."
I stood up and took his wrists. He didn't fight me. She then brought the handcuffs over, and made me clasp them onto him.
"Tighter," she said. I squeezed the cuffs until they couldn't get any tighter on Bryce's wrists.
"Mom," Bryce quavered.
"It's alright, sweetie. I know you were just upset. But this is a good teaching moment. A little psychoeducation will help you to understand where your brother and sister are coming from." Mom snickered. "No pun intended."
"Mom, please. I don't need handcuffs. I'm willing to just, like, whatever you want to do, I'm down! I'm good now. I've calmed down."
"Shhh," she said, putting her deadly hair pin to his lips. "I need you to be quiet for this exercise."
Then she turned to me again.
"Jake, sweetie, here I can take Bryce for a second. Can you please put this on?" She grabbed Bryce's wrist and offered me the tube of lubricant.
I took it, sadly already clear on what she meant by "put this on." This was a familiar command coming from her.
I pulled down and stepped out of my briefs. I squirted a dab lube into my hand and rubbed it all over my cock. It was chilly and gooey and slick. After I was done, I offered Mom back the tube, but she declined to take it for the moment.
"Jesus, Mom," Bryce was actually shaking now. "What are you going to do?"
She slapped him hard across the face. He sobbed in shock.
"Quiet," she said. Then she smiled at me. "Jake, this exercise is for you, too, okay? I want you to really try to engage with what your brother is going through as we proceed. Try to feel what he feels, both physically and emotionally. And then try to connect that to what happened with your sister earlier, okay?"
"Right," I said. Rape my brother. Feel bad for my sister. Got it.
"Now go ahead and rub a little of that on your brother's bottom."
"Yep," I shrugged. I popped the cap back open, squirted a glob onto my fingers, and popped the cap back on. Now Mom took it when I offered it back.
I pressed my fingers to Bryce's ass. He started at the cold intrusion. I smeared the lube around his asshole, popped a finger in and greased up the entrance, then popped my finger back out. I noticed, idly, that he shaved his ass. It was stubbly.
"Okay then!" Mom said. "Lily, would you please direct our players to their positions?"
Lily squirmed a little in her seat, visibly not entirely comfortable with where Mom intended to go with this. That forked needle in Mom's hand was an object of grim curiosity for all three of us.
Lily stood and guided me to the floor. She laid me down on my back. She put her fingers on my chest where one faintly smudged owl eye gazed up at her. Lay still.
Bryce, meanwhile, stood pale and silent, watching.
Lily rose and went to Bryce. She pulled down his briefs unceremoniously, yanking them down to his ankles and tapping each foot one at a time so he would step out of them. He did, dazed and compliant. Then she directed him to stand over me, a foot on either side of my hips.
Next, she came behind him, reached her hands up to his shoulders, and tugged downward. He could have easily held her full weight, but instead he folded like a piece of origami. He buckled down onto his knees, grunting pathetically. His limp, flaccid penis sagged above my abdomen. A familiar stink emanated from its direction.
Lily now grabbed my cock again. There was little lust in this maneuver. She raised it upright with one hand, then placed her other hand on Bryce's thigh and urged him to hunker down. The head of my lubricated cock met the stubble of my brother's asshole. Lily pressed again, firmly, on Bryce's thigh.
I couldn't see this next bit. And perhaps in order to protect itself, my mind went elsewhere. I returned to the sight of Lily's labia spreading wide to make way for me. Bryce groaned with discomfort as Lily asked him to keep lowering himself. I think I made a noise too.
Mom stepped over and gave Bryce another whack upside the head.
"Hush," she commanded him.
Bryce's rough, stubbly asshole did not want me inside of it. But in I had to go. Thankfully I did not have his enormously fat cock. This would be at least that little bit less awful for both of us.
Bryce scooched himself onto me bit by painful bit. He was nowhere near getting me all the way in. His sphincter muscles refused to relax, and so kept throttling my cock, which was only in just past the head. This, yes, hurt. I hollered. Mom didn't seem to mind if I made a ruckus, though. So I hollered again, when it happened again.
Lily pressed again, even smacked Bryce's thigh to get him to comply, but we'd reached an impasse. Lube or no lube, he did not have space in his uninitiated asshole for an adult male cock.
Mom gave Lily the okay to return to her seat.
Mom now presided over the exercise. She put a foot on Bryce's thigh and stood nearly all of her weight onto it. His thighs gave way, and he fell all the way down onto me. My cock went tunneling up into his rectum, doing something like knocking the wind out of him.
This felt much better for me than it did for him. He grimaced at a point in space somewhere between himself and me, slumped and hollow-eyed with shock.
"And so at this point, I suppose," Mom spoke to me, "you were already cumming inside of your sister, yes?"
"Yeah," I said. Bryce blinked at the sound of my voice, as if my talking made this violation realer. I heard his handcuffs fidget and clink behind him.
"Are you cumming yet?" Mom asked. Of course I wasn't. She knew.
"No," I said.
"Well, how can we fix that?" she asked.
"I guess, um," I looked up at my brother.
"Bryce," Mom chirped. "Would you please help your brother?"
Bryce stayed slumped and gazing vacantly. There was emotion in his eyes now, terrible emotion, but Bryce himself wasn't fully there. Mom placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched.
"Bryce."
Bryce jolted, and started moving.
With Mom's hand still resting on his shoulder, he rose up. This tugged my cock halfway out of his trash compactor of an ass. His face muscles constricted, tightened, exactly like he was trying to take a shit. I mean, I'd seen his face when he was taking a shit, so yeah. It was that face. Then he exhaled, focused, then sat back down.
This act of penetrating himself again on my cock sent a thrill through me I sort of wish it hadn't.
Mom gave Bryce a pat on the shoulder, and stood back to watch. Bryce let out a pair of shaky breaths through his nostrils. He was struggling to stay quiet. He lifted up again, exhaled, then lowered himself back down, inhaling. He lifted again, sat again. Exhale, inhale.
His coarsely stubbled asshole was quickly rendering moot the lube I'd slathered on. We needed to get this going, and over with, fast. I put my hands on his hips. He didn't change expressions. I started helping a little with the motion. I would hump, he would sit. It was actually, accidentally, surprisingly hot. We got a rhythm going. Twin-sync.
The smell of Bryce's ass started to waft about the floor, but as our arousal mounted, the smell of him took on a sexy, forbidden loveliness. Bryce even started to harden a little.
"That's good, Jake," Mom told me, noticing that I was beginning to enjoy myself. "You keep doing what you're doing okay? I'm going to just sort of come over here now," she said, and squatted down beside us, "And let's see if we can't have a little fun, here."
She put her fingers under the tip of Bryce's semi-firm cock and lifted it up to look at her.
"Aww, poor guy," she cooed at it. "He's drowsy. Let's see if we can wake him up! Lily, be a dear," she said, pointing to the tube of lubricant on her side table. Lily handed her the lube.
Mom slathered it onto her son's penis, then started fondling and caressing him.
"Come here," she whispered to Bryce, and made him give her a kiss. He acquiesced. Then he tried to go back to focusing on fucking me. Mom poked her hair pin to his cheek and forced his face back to hers. "Kiss me better," she said.
And so Bryce opened his mouth and learned from Mom the proper way to kiss a lady. No rough and tumble nonsense. This was psychoeducation. Mom cooed into her son's mouth, sucked at and bit his lip, surprised him with little extra licks and kisses. Meanwhile, she worked his swelling member to a healthy lather.
"Bryyyce," she purred, "you getting hard for Mommy?"
Bryce was crying but trying not to. Mom pulled him into another deep kiss. Her fist sped up on his cock. It was fully hard again.
All of this torture had distracted him a bit, and so it fell to me to keep thrusting myself into and back out of his now painfully abrasive asshole. The last hapless layer of lube had soaked in or been sanded off. But Mom wasn't going to simply let us take a break. I simply had to use more force—what she might brand 'enthusiasm'—to compensate.
I bucked into my brother. Little gasps puffed out of him as he strained to keep his mouth locked onto Mom's. I was hurting him.
Finally, she seemed satisfied with his erection.
"Now please remember to stay quiet, Bryce. For every noise you make, I add another minute to the exercise. Lily, can you put three minutes on the clock?" Lily found Mom's watch and started a timer. "And it looks like your brother's starting to get a little tired, Bryce. So please think about him, okay? Let's not make this last too long for either of you."
She placed the tip of one tine of her forked hair pin at the entrance to Bryce's urethra. His horrified gaze followed its steely movement through the air up to his pee hole, unbelieving and unblinking. He had completely stopped helping me fuck him. He stayed frozen, mid-squat, as I continued to thrust into him again and again. This was agonizing. It felt like I was fucking sandpaper.
I was close to cumming. I wondered what was supposed to happen after I came. Could I pull out? I could pull out, right? Mom had not explicitly said I couldn't. But neither had she given me permission.
I had to hand it to Bryce. He barely made a sound as Mom pressed the dull, slightly curved tine through the opening of his urethra and down through severely sensitive spongy tissue of his head. His jaw quivered madly. His eyelids refused to blink. His breathing became rapid and unconscious. Mom pressed still further, holding his shaft in one hand, and guiding the needle in with the other.
"Kiss," she said, pouting her lips. Bryce somehow managed to give her a peck on the lips.
She squeezed his shaft angrily.
"Kiss," she commanded. Bryce whimpered. "Aw, sweetie. That's an extra minute. Lily, keep time would you?"
Lily was just as horrified as I was at was happening, which is to say, also problematically aroused.
Mom slid more and more of her hair pin into Bryce's cock. The other tine now hugged its way down the side of his shaft. Where it touched, we knew that was how deep in its twin must be.
"Jake sweetie," Mom said, breaking free of the kiss for a moment. "Could you be a dear and help bend your brother's cock so we can get this in?"
I was already having to put quite a bit of attention into the now wearying task of pounding my brother's ass, so this was sort of a tricky ask. I let go of one of Bryce's hips and put a hand onto his cock. He winced, but stayed silent.
"Like this," Mom said, and she and I worked together to bow Bryce's steely shaft just enough to allow the curvature of the hair pin further into him.
He squealed through his nose, practically out his ears. The pin was only halfway in.
"Lily, another minute, please."
Lily looked at the clock. She looked at Mom. She looked dumbstruck.
"Okay, Bryce, sweetheart, you're doing great. Mommy's going to do one last push and then we're just going to hold that in together, okay?"
Bryce didn't make a sound.
"Okay dear?"
Bryce nodded feverishly.
Mom slid the hair pin soundlessly into him until the crook of its U butted up against the slit, and the pin could go in no more. Bryce clenched his jaw, boulders forming in his cheeks, and blinked. Tears streamed. He inhaled for the first time in a long time, harshly and unsteadily.
Mom pressed a little harder, dimpling the flesh of Bryce's cock head, tickling the innermost place inside him that she could. Then she let up again and gave him another kiss. She had only meant to let him know she could go deeper if she felt like it.
"And now here we are at the teaching moment itself," she addressed the room. She held the pin steadily in place with one hand, his cock in the other. I held his cock too. We were keeping it bent together.
"Jake?" she asked.
"Mhm?" I panted.
"Can you go ahead and cum inside your brother for me?"
And so I did. It hurt. It felt amazing. I blasted the walls of my brother's now slightly loosened ass. The added lubrication was exquisitely welcome.
"C-cumming," I informed her.
"Thank you, honey." She sighed patiently, measuring her next words. "Bryce, you can speak now, okay? I'm going to ask you a couple of questions."
"MnngggGghhhAHH," he groaned into a roar, his vocal chords finally freed of their confinement.
"First question. How does it feel to have your brother cum inside you without your permission?"
Bryce huffed and puffed and blew some sort of house down. He was kind of not really on the same plane as we were, to be honest.
Mom squeezed his cock. He yowled and snapped at her.
"BITCH," he barked.
"Answer the question, please. Your brother is cumming inside you as we speak. You did not consent to this. How does it feel to be violated by someone you love?"
Bryce breathed in raggedly, then did his best to answer.
"It feels great," he growled. "He fucked me to shreds."
"Interesting," Mom nodded. "So you enjoyed being violated?"
"YUP," he hooted, wild-eyed.
"Second question. Why do you think I slipped this inside of you?" She wiggled the pin in her grip.
Bryce shrieked.
"T-t-teach. To teach me," he laughed.
"Oh? What did I teach you?"
"Not to—not to—talk back!"
"Not to talk back?"
"Y-yesss," he groaned.
"You think I'd be so cruel as to ram a needle down your urethra just because you talked back to me?"
Bryce gave her a look that, frankly, I do not know how to describe.
"M-mom," he cried.
"Jennifer," she corrected.
"Yes. Yes. I think you are that cruel, J-J-J—."
Mom bit his lip, and licked a trail of drool off his chin.
"JENNIFER."
"Lily, dear, how are we doing for time?" Mom asked calmly, sitting back up.
Lily got down off the armchair and appeared at Mom's side.
About a minute.
"Okay Bryce. One minute left. Then the pin can come out. Jake, hold his cock for a moment." She rose, went around behind my brother, and stooped to unlock his cuffs. "Alright, Jake, you can go ahead and let go." I did, and Bryce screamed bloody murder in the instant it took his hands to reshape his cock to the proper curve.
"Jennifer?" I spoked up.
"Hm?"
"Can I--?"
"Oh, right! Yes."
Thank God. I hoisted Bryce up so I could let myself out. He grunted his shit-taking grunt as the full, bloodied length of me came sliding out of him. When I finally popped free, the cool air on my severely exfoliated cock was not refreshing so much as alarming.
The next minute passed terribly. I gingerly pulled my briefs back up around my sorely mistreated junk. Lily returned to the loveseat. Mom sat and sipped from a water bottle. Bryce kneeled in repentant, humiliated, unspeakable pain, clutching his misshapen cock.
"Okay," Mom yawned. And Bryce ripped it out.
Probably he ought to have been more careful. A not-insignificant little surge of blood came seeping out afterward. He dropped the hair pin to the floor. He bent over, fell really, onto his forehead, and stayed that way. He didn't move. He barely breathed. He clutched his aching cock as it slowly went flaccid again.
"So tomorrow," Mom began again. "Let's plan to convene again first thing. For the sake of adjusting to, well, the ramifications of today, let's all plan to dress down to our underwear, okay? And I include myself, here."
Lily straightened up at this announcement. She clutched at the skirt of her dress and shot Mom a look, but Mom ignored her."The sooner we get comfortable with each other's bodies, the easier it will be to come to grips with everything else. As of tonight, I'm placing a ban on outer clothing until further notice. You may dress for school, of course, but when you arrive home, I want you each to strip down to your underwear. Sorry if that seems like a bit much." She shrugged solemnly. "My house, my rules."
"Jen?" I raised my hand.
"You can call me Mom, sweetie."
"Oh," I blinked. "Can I say something to Lily?"
"Of course."
"Lily, Sis," I turned to look at her, but she looked at her dress instead of at me. "I had fun today. With you. I'm sorry how it turned out. I really am sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"Jake," Bryce interrupted from the floor.
All heads twisted to address the wretched, naked man curled up before us. His head was still to the floor. He spoke in achy bursts.
"Didn't you learn the lesson, buddy?" he laughed.
"Um," I paused. What lesson? I may have blacked out during that part of the ordeal.
"That it feels good to be violated."
"You don't look like you feel 'good,'" I gently observed.
"Oh, I feel like fuck right now. But in the moment? I felt incredible."
Huh. I remembered, actually. Blasting his insides with cum. It had been excellent, I think even sort of for both of us. Even with that pin inside him. And yeah, now my poor penis was in flames, screaming silently inside my underwear.
But okay. What lesson was I supposed to have learned?
"I don't follow," I admitted skeptically.
"Yeah I guess you don't," he grunted, and finally fell over onto his side in the fetal position. He might have even passed out.
"I think what Bryce is trying to say," Mom dropped back in, "is that what happened between you and Lily today was complicated. Apologies aren't only not necessary now, Jake, they simply aren't applicable. Lily?" She lent her gaze to her daughter for concurrence.
Lily looked up at Mom. She looked back at me. She very, very subtly shrugged. Nodded.
"Lily let you in because she knew you, she loved you, she trusted you. Losing control like you did was unfortunate, to be sure, but also a risk she would have certainly calculated beforehand. I do not mean to say, Lily," and she looked now at her daughter with something like stern importance, "that you miscalculated, or that you are in any way to blame. In point of fact, blame here is immaterial."
Mom stood now. She stepped over Bryce and came to join Lily and me on the sofa. She sat between us. She smelled like sex and sweat and Mom. My poor eviscerated cock twitched in its wrappings. She held her hands out to each of us, and we took them.
"Love is hard, isn't it?" she asked our hands.
Neither of our hands responded.
"We do our best. We love and love and love, and hope to be loved back. And, but, well," she squeezed our hands hard, "sometimes we fuck up."
Lily started crying, kind of wretchedly hard.
"Aw Lily, sweetheart. Hey," Mom kissed her daughter's hand. "Tell me something. Do you love your big brother?"
Lily looked at me for just the briefest second, her face the saddest thing I'd ever seen. Feminists, cover your ears for a moment. She looked stunningly pretty in grief. Then she looked at Mom's mostly naked lap.
"Yes," Lily choked quietly.
"And Jake, my baby boy, do you love your little sister?"
Mouth agape, I nodded in big dumb earnest. I was gawking at Lily, who refused to look at me. Inwardly, I rewound and relistened to and rewound and relistened to her saying 'Yes.'
This time counted, guys.
"Well, then by the power vested in me as your mother, I now pronounce you—" Mom brought Lily's hand and mine together in her lap, "—siblings."
She'd spoken.
"Gay," Bryce groaned from over on the floor.
Lily laced her fingers into mine.