What follows is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age and any likeness to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains elements of incest, consensual non-consent, and cheating.
Michael Kincaid pressed the play button on the tablet's screen. As he watched, a young, attractive, pink haired, woman smiled into the camera. Her pouty lips were coated in a shimmery pink lipgloss and parted into a smile. She was wearing an off the shoulder black top that was tight and accentuated her young, perky breasts. Around her neck was a black plastic choker with a tiny key pendant dangling from the center.
"Hey, welcome back Mina-J fans and a big welcome to all you 'FemFamily' who are new to the channel. This is 'FemFashions with Mina-J' and I am, you guessed it, Mina-J." she said as she started her opening monologue. "Today, the show is going to be a little different. We are going to take a break from fashion reviews and style tutorials to talk with one of my personal heroes in the space." she continued. "As you can see, we're not in the studio today, because I'm sitting here with the president, CEO, and inspiration behind this amazing platform, FemFam. The one and only, Miss Viktoria Kincaid."
Mina-J turned slightly and the camera angle changed to show her sitting across from a slender, attractive, blonde woman. Between the two women there was a small round coffee table with an ornamental sign displaying the colorful FemFam logo.
"Thank you Miss Kincaid for taking the time to talk with me today."
The camera switched to a medium shot of Viktoria Kincaid, sitting relaxed in a leather armchair wearing a pair of billowy black slacks and a loose long sleeve cream blouse, cut just low enough to show a hint of lightly freckled cleavage.
"It's my pleasure, Mina. And please, just call me Viktoria."
Michael rolled his eyes at the small screen.
"Oh course. Thank you." Mina responded with a smile as the video continued playing. The camera zoomed out to a wider shot, again showing the two women. "So Viktoria, tell us a little about yourself and how you to came to be the 'Queen of feminist media'."
Viktoria laughed. "Well, I can tell you I never set out in pursuit of that title."
Mina smiled, seemingly enamored with the older woman.
"The humble truth is, I lucked into being where I am today. You could say I was born into it."
"Right." Mina agrees. "Your father, Richard Kincaid, president and CEO of Kinoco, started Tam-Tam when you were just a child."
"That's right. And it had many years of success. But it was always overshadowed by the big boys in the content space."
"Right. So tell us a little about how you came to be where you are today, and how you transformed Tam-Tam into the overwhelmingly successful platform it is today, FemFam."
"Well, as you said, my father started Tam-Tam when I was young and it saw many successful and profitable years. But during my college days, new platforms and new fads came along and the company began falling behind. After college I started working for the company in the marketing department. I focused on broadening the appeal and drawing in more viewers." Viktoria explained. "It was during this time, while doing market analysis, that we realized the core user base of Tam-Tam was woman."
Mina nodded, thoughtfully.
"While doing this research we also discovered that the algorithms were pushing down female content creators and as a result they were being overshadowed by more male-centric content. The result of this was a dramatic loss of viewers."
"So this was the inspiration for 'FemFam'?"
"In a nutshell, yes." Viktoria continued. "At first it was only going to be a spin-off, or a sub channel within Tam-Tam, but after a lot of back and forth with the engineers, we crunched the numbers and decided a rebrand was in order. I will skip past all of the boring tech buzzwords from that meeting. There were certainly enough that I would bore your viewers to death with them."
Mina's laugh in response to this was a little too enthusiastic in Michael's opinion.
"Wow." the younger woman said with admiration. "And this was the catalyst for your first, and might I say, very iconic, takeover video. Your brainchild, I would assume?"
"Yes," Viktoria smiled.
Michael rolled his eyes again and shook his head.
"Demolishing the old Tam-Tam logo from the front of the headquarters must have been a hard one for your dad and your brother to swallow I assume. How did your father take it?"
"Well, as they say, it's better to beg forgiveness than be denied permission. So, we set up the shoot and the demo unbeknownst to any of the VP level administration or above."
"Amazing," Mina stated in awe. "So the future of girl power content was hanging in the balance. Powerful stuff! So with this, the new logo was born, algorithm changes were made promoting female content above all else, and here we are today."
Viktoria smiled and nodded slowly.
"You are such and inspirational woman, Viktoria. But there's also such a mystique around you personally. You've been seen elbow to elbow with some of the biggest names in Hollywood, music, even politics, but the world knows so little about you. Then, there's the falling out with your brother."
Michael closed his eyes and shook his head slowly as Mina continued talking from the small device.
"Please, would you tell us a little more about your formative years? There's not much known about you prior to college. Rumors circulating around the internet trace your feminist activism to this time. Rumblings say this is when you woke up, stopped dating men and joined the fight. Was there something that pushed you to this, or was it just...I don't know...organic?"
Viktoria bit her lip, looking thoughtful for a moment. "I guess you could say that I found my passion. What truly drove me."
*
Darkness had just descend on the college town and there was an almost palpable excitement in the air. Micheal Kincaid walked alone along the sidewalk that ran in front of the sorority houses. There was activity everywhere with laughter and excited screams from girls emanating out of every house. Jack-O-Lanterns adorned nearly every porch along with cheap looking fake cobwebs, crepe paper and lights. The tiny lawns were filled with inflatable decorations and most had some sort of spooky, stuffed, scarecrow out front sporting the letters of another sorority or the jersey from one of the college's rival teams.
It just so happened that October 31st fell on a Saturday this year. The football team had won the biggest state rivalry game just hours before and there was certainly celebration in the air. All of the associations on campus were going all out for the night with parties in every available venue. It was Michael's first time to the house since he'd begun dating Kayla just weeks before and he was nervous. He walked up the front steps, his identity concealed by the Freddie Kruger mask he wore. The striped sweater was real and looked just like the one worn by the actor in the movies, a great thrift store find the previous fall before another costume party. His glove weapon was ultra realistic as well, not some plastic, costume shop prop.
Michael didn't see many other guys around and felt like he was too early for the party, but his dad had always preached to him that one of the keys to success was punctuality. Starting college had been a whirlwind experience for him. Moving away from home and into a dorm was liberating but there was a lot of stress and pressure as well. It was a forgone conclusion that his father would one day turn the business over to him and his sister, Viktoria, but first he had to prove that he could handle the pressure before he could be trusted to run the global corporation. Intelligence wasn't an issue, it was the business sense he needed to work on as well as handling himself under pressure.
He'd made up his mind before ever stepping foot on campus that he was going to take college seriously and prove that he was up to the task, partly to make his father proud and partly to show that he could be just like Viktoria. If there was a polar opposite of Michael's naturally meek and mild temperament it was Viktoria's dominance and strong willpower. As long as he could remember, his older sister had tormented and teased him mercilessly. It was no secret that their father was concerned about Michael's demeanor for not taking on his sister but simply caving in to her any time she began her bullying.
"If he can't handle his own sister, what is he going to do when he's being pressured by the board to make a decision that he knows to be wrong?" his father had asked his mother one evening after the siblings had gotten into another fight.
Michael knew his father was right and that statement, made quietly to his wife and not intended for Michael's ears, had hit him hard. He was a sophomore in high school at that time with Viktoria about to graduate and leave for college. Michael decided, in that moment he was going to change. He was going to make his father proud. Over the following two years, Michael had worked on becoming more assertive and less anxious about new or confrontational situations. But as he turned and walked up the sidewalk towards the house with the Greek letters of Kayla's sorority, he felt the old trepidation wash over him once again. New situations always did this to him, regardless of how he had conditioned himself. The casual observer would never have known that the young man was nervous as he carried himself with determination and confidence, hiding his true nature.
The front door was open with loud music blaring from a sound system; a DJ was already playing tunes in the large common room as the girls ran here and there, finalizing everything for their party.
*
Viktoria Kincaid had spent a year in the dorm when she first arrived on campus. It was a miserable experience for her having to share space with scholarship girls and the "sleazies" as she called them; girls who were not of her social standing for one reason or another. But after the first year and the end of her probationary period in the sorority, she was allowed to move into the house. Finally, she felt as though she was in her proper place, more befitting her station in life.
Viktoria loved the sorority and outwardly showed love to all of her sorority sisters. But she kept her true feelings buried deep inside. She actually felt so many of them lacked both character and drive. During her freshman year, she had befriended Kayla, another one of the pledges who by chance was in the same business major as Viktoria. They shared several classes together and just like Viktoria, Kayla came from a wealthy family and was slated to enter the upper ranks of the family business after college.
However, unlike her new friend, Kayla was not as shrewd or determined, leaving Viktoria to take on the challenge of molding her into a strong woman that would help her out in the years to come. Viktoria's constant pushing did not seem to phase her new friend. If anything, Kayla pushed back on Viktoria to soften her up. Despite the push and pull of their individual philosophies, the pair got along great and ended up rooming together in the house.
Sophomore year had come and gone with the two moving up within the sorority and becoming inspirations to all the new pledges as well as some of the older girls. This led them to be selected for the pledge committee in the summer before their junior year.
*
During High School, Michael had dated a girl named Melanee through most of his senior year. The two had been inseparable and even discussed life after school and a future together. Both very much wanted to be together for life, but when it became apparent that the couple was planning on attending different universities, they had made the decision to put the relationship on hold until further notice. The day he drove off for school, his car loaded up with his belongings, she was there. They hugged each other tightly and even kissed goodbye. Michael was saddened by it, but felt that they would pick up their relationship someday. Actually, he was positive of it.
The university was large, huge in fact, with many schools spread out across dozens buildings and even a few offsite annexes to handle all the classroom space needed. The student body in any given year was so staggering that it was pure coincidence that Michael happened upon Viktoria during pledge week. She was across the quad in a sea of people when he spotted her. Frankly, she was not his favorite person but she was a familiar face and after a week of being lost on a huge campus he yearned for some familiarity.
After making his way across the vast throng of people and losing her more than once, he finally found himself standing several feet from her, separated by several sorority sisters and some pledge hopefuls.
"Hey, Vik." he said over the bustle of voices.
She whipped around and eyed him with such venom that he actually took a step back.
"Don't call me that!" she hissed.
"Sorry." he said, feeling embarrassed at her reprimand, and a bit miffed with her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, stepping a little closer and almost ushering him away.
"Just checking out everything and I saw you. Thought I'd come say 'hi'."
"Hi." Viktoria said with raised eyebrows and a curt wave. "Now, bye."
It was typical Vik and Michael cursed himself for thinking it would be any different just because they were now both in college. A number of girls around them were eyeing him, some suspiciously and others mockingly. Some whispered to each other and giggled. He felt that old familiar feeling of inadequacy wash over him and fought the urge to run away and hide. But calmly, stoically, he turned, stood a moment surveying the throng of people and walked away, slowly, into the crowd, stopping from time to time to observe some activity going on around the busy quad, knowing that he was being observed himself. It was an act, but one he'd taught himself during things like this where he felt insecure; walk away calmly as if you were moving on rather than retreating.
One face watched him disappear into the sea of people, stopping briefly to listen to a couple of guys playing acoustic guitars before moving on.
"Kayla!" She turned and looked at Viktoria, who had apparently called her several times based on the frustration in her voice.
"What are you doing?"
"Who was that?" Kayla asked, ignoring her roommate's question.
"Who was who?" Viktoria asked, perturbed.
"That guy. The one you were talking to."
"Just my stupid brother."
"Your brother? You never told me your brother was coming to school here."
"Who cares? He's just a dork anyway and I don't want him getting into the habit of hanging around."
Kayla didn't argue, but what she had seen was far from what her friend was describing. Viktoria's brother seemed like a polite, easy-going guy, and he certainly didn't seem like a dork. As a matter of fact, she thought he was easy on the eyes, well built even.
*
Fraternities and sororities selected pledges, classes began, football season commenced and, like every year, the student section was the place to be for every home game. Michael had made some acquaintances in the dorm and on the first game day all donned their team swag and were in the stands long before kickoff with great seats. Shortly before the team took the field, a group of frat guys entered the student area and began harassing the underclassmen who had gotten there early enough for good seats. Most were easily evicted from their seats but Michael refused to back down and eventually they left him and his friends alone. However, they were soon completely surrounded by the upperclassmen with sorority girls piling in to fill in the gaps.
After the toss the teams took the field and the volume of the crowd was a rising crescendo as the kicker sent the ball down field to the opposing team. Everyone went wild as the defense took the runner down deep in his own territory. Michael, a life long fan, was ecstatic and beside himself with excitement to be at his first college game. He high-fived his buddies to his right and when he turned to his left, to the spot previously occupied by a very large jock looking fellow, he found himself looking right at a beautiful blonde girl in a team jersey. She slapped his hands excitedly, smiling. A smile that went all the way to her blue green eyes which sparkled with glee. Michael was dumbstruck at her sudden appearance and, not to mention, her beauty. After the visiting team failed to get a first down, the stands exploded with cheers. Michael turned back to his left for another high-five from the pretty girl only this time he found himself looking directly at his sister.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Viktoria asked him.
She was standing on the other side of the other girl. Had she been there all along? He couldn't remember seeing her but he had been so struck by the other girl's beauty that he hadn't looked beyond her.
"Just watching the game, sis. What are you doing here?"
She clinched her jaw shut and turned away.
"So you're Viktoria's bother?"
Michael looked over at the beautiful blonde who was staring at him, still smiling.
"Yeah." he replied feeling nervous. "Umm, yeah, I'm Michael." he said, offering his hand which she shook.
"I'm Kayla. Viktoria and I are roommates."
Michael's brain rolled through everything he'd heard their mom talk about Vik for two years and finally placed the name.
"Oh my god! You're Kayla? She's talked about you!" Michael said, knowing full well Vik had never told him the first thing about college or any of her friends. All he knew came from overhearing his mom telling his dad things.
"Yeah? What has she said about me?"
"All good, I promise." Michael said. "But she didn't say how beautiful you were."
She giggled and smiled broadly as her face reddened. Hearing each other over the din of the crowd was difficult but they continued their occasional banter throughout the game until halftime when Viktoria took Kayla's hand and lead her off. Michael remained in his spot and watched the band's halftime show. He wasn't much into music but the show was good; so much better than he remembered the high school band being. Everything about college seemed to be better.
Shortly into the third quarter the girls returned with drinks. Viktoria was not overtly rude to him but Michael knew she was not happy about his presence. Kayla on the other hand was very friendly and he wanted very much to get to know her better. He stole glances of her every chance he got and found her to be very attractive, head to toe. Sometime during the early fourth quarter, when the certainty of a win was obvious, a cameraman came close taking video of the people in the stands. Kayla put her arm around Michael's neck as everyone around did the stereotypical "we're number one" bit into the camera. Michael hammed it up right along side her and loved the feel of her hanging onto him. Her slender young arm draped over his shoulder, the feel of her body against his, the smell of her perfume. Michael was more than enjoying his time with her. They continued to talk and joke throughout the game and he felt like there was some connection there. Of course he knew that she probably had a big jock boyfriend out on the field right then, or that Viktoria would sully his name to Kayla and ruin his chances with the beautiful sorority girl. But, near the end of the fourth quarter, she took his hand suddenly.
"Hey, we're leaving. Where's your phone?"
"Huh?" Michael asked, not understanding."Give me your phone!" she yelled.
He pulled it out and handed it to her. She held it up with the lock screen showing and gave him a disapproving look. Quickly he unlocked it and she swiped a few times, typed and then handed it back before walking off. He watched her go. At the end of the row, she turned back to him, smiled a somewhat goofy grin and waved. He chuckled as he returned the wave and watched her disappear down the stairs before looking at his phone to see she had opened his text message app and sent a message to a number that was not in his contacts.
"Kayla was here" was all it said.
He smiled and stuck the phone back in his pocket.
*
The next afternoon, Michael was studying in his room when his phone chimed.
Kayla: can't write a girl back?
He grinned reading this. After returning to his room the night before, he had added her number to his contacts. He was excited to see she had contacted him but felt he had to play it cool; he didn't want to seem overeager. He placed his phone back down without even unlocking it. Seeing her text the next time he picked up his phone would remind him to write her back, just not immediately. However, there was no way it was going to slip his mind to respond since he couldn't stop thinking about her to even get any real studying done.
After about 15 minutes of just staring at his book, Michael picked up his phone, unlocked it and began to respond.
Michael: to be fair, this is the first message I've gotten from you so, you are the one that took so long to write back....
Instantly there was the indicator that she was typing.
Kayla: who wrote the first message?
The message are accompanied by and angry face emoji.
Michael laughed. She had a point.
Michael: ok fair lol. my apologies
Kayla: what r u up to today?
Michael: just studying
Kayla: want to grab some coffee later?
Michael smiled as he read the message. Hell yeah, he'd like some coffee, as long as he got to see her.
Michael: sounds great. When and where?
She gave him the address of a coffee shop and asked him if he could be there about 3:30. Of course he agreed and giddily returned to his studying. Later, when he arrived at the address, he went inside and found Kayla sitting at a small table near the back.
"Hey!" she said as Michael approached. She stood and hugged him which made the young man's heart flutter with excitement.
"So...you come here often?" Michael asked in a sarcastic tone that indicated he was trying a very bad pickup line.
"No. First time. Not really my crowd." she said with a grin.
She sat back down and Michael took the chair opposite her. Quickly, a sandy blonde walked up to them.
"Want your regular, Kayla?" she asked.
"Hey, Hannah. Yes, please." Kayla responded with chagrin.
"And you?" the employee asked.
"Oh, I just want a coffee. Cream and sugar." Michael answered.
Hannah walked away to prepare their drinks, leaving the pair alone.
"Ok. Never been here before? How does Hannah know your name, Kayla?" Michael asked with obvious sarcasm. "This isn't going anywhere. Not five minutes and you've already lied to me."
She nodded slowly. "Busted."
The both smiled at the goofy joke.
"Yeah, a lot of us come here to study. The patio out back is nice too."
"I can see it would be better than sitting in my dorm room all day."
"Oh yeah. Dorm living sucks." she said laughing.
"So you studying today?" he asked.
"I did earlier and I have a paper to work on tonight. Seems all I do is write papers now."
"How many classes do you have left?" he asked.
"Too many. At least through summer after next."
"Ouch." Michael said feeling like it was so far off. "But you're two years closer than me."
"True." she said.
Hannah returned with their drinks and they spent over an hour talking, sipping and getting to know each other. Kayla could not believe how charismatic Michael was. What little Viktoria had told her made him seem like a complete nerd and he actually seemed to be anything but. Michael was enthralled with the beautiful girl and couldn't believe his good luck at getting the chance to hang out with her. By the time they parted, both were very much interested in the other.
When they left, Michael walked Kayla out to her car, feeling nervous for the first time. "So, can I see you again...sometime?" he asked.
She scrunched her face and looked like she was considering his question seriously.
"Yeah. I think that would be ok." she said with a disgusted look. Then she giggled.
The giggle and her goofy, exaggerated smirks were very endearing and Michael was immediately excited that he'd get to see her again. His heart leapt as she laughed and he smiled broadly.
"Awesome." he said, sounding like an excited boy rather than a confident young man, making her laugh harder, more genuinely this time.
They parted ways and headed back to their respective housing. It wasn't five minutes after sitting back down at his desk that his phone buzzed.
Kayla: I had a great time today. Thanks for hanging out.
Michael: I'm down for it anytime. Let's do it again soon.
Kayla sent a response in the form of three heart emoji.
*
Over the following week, the pair spent time together nearly every day and made plans to be together again at the game on Saturday. Michael arrived early to the stadium and was in the same area as the previous week, long before the upperclassmen arrived. But when he looked up and saw Kayla smiling and waving, he could not miss Viktoria's glowering expression behind her.
When Kayla reached him, she kissed Michael on the cheek, hugged him and remained close, standing with her arm touching his. Even in his elated state from being beside Kayla, he could almost feel the anger radiating from his sister on the other side of her; he smiled to himself at this. He had always had the ability to make Vik mad, but this was probably the angriest he'd ever seen her. He secretly gloated to himself at having gotten her so riled up.
They took a seat and Kayla began talking his head off about the happenings in the sorority house that day and about a big party over at one of the frat houses later that night. She invited him to join her and Michael noticed Vik overheard. Visibly, she was trying to remain calm but he knew she was stewing over there and probably nearly ready to have an embolism.
The energy grew in the stadium as the cheerleaders and band formed a corridor for the team to run through. The whole place exploded as the band played the fight song and the team exited the corridor to take the field. Like the rest of the student section, Michael and Kayla jumped with excitement. From the kickoff, the team dominated and the fans were euphoric in the atmosphere of most certain victory.
Just before halftime Vik pulled on Kayla's hand. "Come on, I have to go to the bathroom."
Kayla leaned to Michael, "We're going to the bathroom. Want anything from the concession stand?"
"Hey, I'll go too. I need to use the bathroom as well."
The truth was he didn't really need to go, but he was concerned that his sister would talk Kayla into not coming back. The three made their way out of the section and up the stairs, Kayla following her friend while holding Michael's hand, dragging him along in tow. When they reached the top, Michael made his way into the men's room after watching the girls disappear into the ladies room. Since he was already here, he used the facilities and washed his hands before returning to the corridor to wait on the girls.
But when he walked out, Viktoria was waiting on him, glowering.
"What the fuck are you doing?!?" she hissed at him, pulling him to the side by the arm like a child.
"What are you talking about, Vik?"
"Kayla. You and Kayla! You have to stop seeing her, Mikey."
"Why?" he asked, pissed at her invocation of his childhood nickname.
"Because she's my friend, not yours! And regardless of you being in college, you're still a turd and not good enough for her."
"Fuck you, Vickie." Michael said with more venom than Viktoria had ever heard in her brother's voice. The childhood nickname stung her more than she could have imagined and her only reaction was to gawk at the man in front of her, now suddenly more stranger than little brother.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" Kayla said walking up to them.
"We're leaving, Kayla." Viktoria said, taking her hand.
"But the game isn't over." Kayla protested.
"Well, I'm staying." Michael said, taking Kayla's other hand.
"I want to stay, Viktoria."
Viktoria glowered at her brother.
"Well, I don't feel good, and I'm leaving. I'll see you tonight."
She walked away so fast that it surprised Kayla who looked to Michael for an explanation. "What was that about?"
"She doesn't like us." he said, emphasizing the "us".
"You and me? Why?" she asked, a perplexed look on her face.
"She doesn't like me." he answered, and then smiled. "But it brings up a great question, Kayla. What are we? Are we an 'us', or are we 'you and me'?"
She smiled, stood up on her toes and kissed him on the lips. "I think we are us"
Michael smiled, took his girlfriend's hand and lead the way back to their seats.
*
That night, the new couple decided not to attend the frat party, instead opting to spend the evening in Michael's dorm room because his roommate, Tyler, was gone for the weekend. Michael was very self conscious about the room as the only furniture besides the two beds and desks was an old mustard yellow couch Tyler had brought from his family's basement.
"Sorry, it's such a mess." he apologized, even though he had spent nearly an hour straightening up the small room. He even had some incense burning since candles were forbidden.
"That's ok. It's way cleaner than ours was my freshman year. Vik isn't much for cleaning if you didn't know."
Michael laughed because it was true. "No, she's never been. Do you call her Vik to her face?"
Kayla looked at him aghast, "Heck no! I'm not stupid."
"Okay. I was wondering if you had privileges I didn't."
"Nobody has privileges with Viktoria. Most of the girls in the house are scared of her, although they tell her to her face that she's the prettiest girl in the sorority, and who knows, she may be."
Michael stepped close to her and pulled her closer. "I disagree." he said and kissed her softly on the lips.
She closed her eyes and returned his kiss, opening her mouth to let their tongues touch. Both of their bodies reacted instantly to the eroticism of the kiss with their hearts beginning to race and Michael felt a stir in his shorts. Self consciously, he adjusted how he was touching her to avoid rubbing his erection against her stomach.
After a minute Kayla broke the kiss and smiled up at her new boyfriend. Michael returned the gaze thinking she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Melanee, and the promise he'd made to pick up their relationship after college had been on his mind and he felt a sense of guilt for so quickly jumping into another relationship. But looking at Kayla right then, that all seemed to matter less.
"So, how about a movie?" she asked.
"Sure." Michael said, offering her a seat on the couch as he grabbed a remote from one of the desks, then added, "I really don't know why you're friends with her."
"Oh, I don't know. She's really not that bad."
"I do know because I grew up with her. She's a bitch."
"Michael! She can be difficult but I would never say that about her."
"Then why do you call her Vik to me but you won't to her face."
She giggled. "I suppose you're right. But I think she's just a bit overbearing at times."
"Let me ask you this: has she had any boyfriends for very long?"
Kayla smiled. "No. She doesn't keep them long."
"Then she hasn't changed since she left home. I don't think a guy can put up with her...overbearing ways."
"Maybe so. But I'm tired of talking about your sister. Sit with me and let's watch something."
She patted the couch beside her and Michael joined her, turning on the small television wedged into one of the desks.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Something scary. Halloween is coming and I want to get in the mood."
"You like Halloween?" he asked, a little surprised.
"Yes! It's my favorite holiday."
Michael laughed. "I've never considered it a holiday."
"Well, as a kid I thought of it as a real holiday and it's just always been my favorite time of year."
"What's your favorite horror movie?" he asked.
"Nightmare on Elm Street. What's yours?"
"The original Halloween."
She laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Michael likes Michael Myers. Who would have thought?"
"Funny. Never thought of that."
She squeezed his arm, leaned close as Michael clicked the remote a few times navigating the menu to find what he was looking for and clicked play. The opening credits of Nightmare on Elm Street began to play and Kayla burst out laughing seeing the cheesy 80's horror movie opening.
"Are you okay watching this?" she asked.
"As long as I'm watching it with you."
She smiled again, putting her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss before scooting closer and putting her head on his shoulder. Michael wrapped his arm over his girlfriend's shoulders and placed his hand on her opposite arm as the movie began.
*
Several weeks passed with the new couple hanging out daily, texting and talking on the phone seemingly all the time. They also made sure to attend every home game together. The physical aspect of their relationship progressed slowly. They had discussed what they wanted from the relationship and Kayla told him that she would like sex to be a part of it, but was hesitant to jump into things too fast. Micheal, ever the gentleman, didn't push things with his girlfriend and she found herself wanting him even more because of it. In some ways Kayla almost grew tired of Michael's chivalry, but his respect for her wishes made her fall for him more intensely. He truly was a gentleman and quite a catch. So much so that she feared losing him.
Sex or not, they made out a lot, kissing, and over the clothes groping, Michael always treading carefully over her breasts. She was perfectly fine with him squeezing and fondling her ass, but he kept away from her more intimate areas. All of this foreplay for weeks was driving her crazy. It was ironic, but his kindness and gentlemanly ways made her want to just throw caution to the wind and tell her boyfriend to take her, ravage her, consummate the deal. Her body was yearning for him.
*
Michael woke early on Halloween day, the day of the biggest rivalry game of the season and the day of the big party. The couple hadn't hadn't seen each other in several days due to classes and Kayla's commitment to help get the house ready. He nearly jumped out of bed before gathering his clothes together for the wash. He had discovered that early Saturday morning was the best time to wash clothes, so he wasted no time heading to the laundromat in the dorm building. A short jog later and he was in the student union gym getting into a workout.
He thought about Kayla as he quickly moved from free weights to machine and back. How had he gotten so lucky? She was stunning and could have had her pick of any guy she wanted, yet she chose him, a dorky freshman. But that wasn't exactly true, was it? Michael Kincaid had put a lot of effort into not being the 'dorky' guy, but he still felt inadequate most of the time. Besides, he knew it wasn't easy for Kayla to keep seeing him given the amount of shit Viktoria was giving him. Michael knew Kayla was probably getting just as much negative feedback (or more) because she was roommates with that bratty, vain, bitch sister of his.
After moving his clothes to the dryer, he showered and dressed for the game. It didn't take long to fold-up and hang his clothes, so he spent the rest of the morning watching the college pregame shows on his tablet before he and Tyler headed out to meet everyone. They arrived early to the quad, knowing it would be crazy because of the game on top of it being Halloween. The atmosphere was particularly electrified with many people dressed in some form of costume or themed outfits just for the game.
Michael found the usual place and waited for his girlfriend to show up. Before long, Kayla and Viktoria came walking up. Following them was Cameron, Vik's latest victim in her quest for the perfect boy toy. The girls were wearing similar tight white midriff tank tops and cheerleader style skirts. His heart stopped upon seeing Kayla and once again he thought about how lucky he was that she had taken an interest in him. She was absolutely stunning in her outfit and had he been able to stop to look around them, he would have seen that the girls left a wake of stares, gawkers and more than a few cellphones recording or taking pics behind them. Cameron followed along behind like an obedient puppy and Michael thought again, what a complete dolt the guy was.
"Hey!!!" Kayla screamed as she ran up and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands on the bare flesh exposed between her top and skirt.
"Oh my god! You look amazing." he said loud enough for her to hear over the noisy din of the party atmosphere that surrounded them.
"Of course she does." Viktoria said, snarkily.
Kayla laughed not appearing to pick up on Viktoria's tone. She smiled up at him and kissed his lips. Michael's heart thudded, she never failed to excite him when they kissed. Closer now, he saw both girls were wearing glittery makeup with bright eye shadow and bright red lipstick. For the first time, Michael thought to himself that the girls were very similar physically. This tidbit was only brought out by the fact that they were dressed identically and wearing the same makeup.
Kayla raised up on her toes and kissed her boyfriend's cheek. She giggled when she pulled away.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing." she said, clearly not saying what she was thinking.
"She's laughing because you have her lips on your cheek, stupid." Viktoria said harshly.
Michael realized that Kayla's lipstick must have left a kiss mark on his face. He started to wipe it away but she stopped him.
"Nooo!" she protested, grabbing his hand, still laughing. "Leave it. I marked my territory. I want you to leave it there. Let all these bitches know that you're taken."
Michael's eyes widened at his girlfriend's words. She was not one to ever use strong language and often admonished him if he used a word she felt was harsh. She giggled more intently which caused Michael to smile at her delight and exuberance. He thought it was actually kinda sexy. Especially if she felt like she was marking him as her own.
"Oh, don't make me gag." Viktoria groaned, walking off alone.
Cameron ran after her, leaving Michael and Kayla laughing at his sister before following her as well. They walked along, holding hands, talking and laughing, catching up to and surpassing the other two. Kayla had a bounce in her step and occasionally bumped Michael with her hip, knocking him off balance. The pair would laugh and kiss, never breaking stride. Viktoria was several feet behind them with Cameron following closely.
"This lovey dovey shit is really starting to piss me off!" Viktoria thought to herself. It angered her that Kayla was lowering her standards to date a freshman, not to mention that it was her own dorky little brother even. He wasn't good enough for Kayla. "How could she not see this?"
"So, you've never told me. What's your costume?" Kayla asked as they walked along the sidewalk towards the stadium.
Michael laughed. He'd hoped to surprise her with his costume considering that he was the villain from her favorite Halloween film."Well, I can't tell you because I want it to be a surprise."
"What?!?" she said and playfully slapped his arm.
"Ouch!" Michael feigned injury.
"Well, at least tell me if you have a full mask then." she demanded.
"Yep."
"Well then, you have to tell me!"
"Why?"
"So I'll know it's you. I don't want to be walking around trying to find my own boyfriend at the party."
Michael thought about it and admitted that she had a point. It wasn't like there were only going to be a few people there. There would likely be a hundred people just at this one house alone.
"Ok." He relented. "I'm coming as Freddy Kruger."
"Oh my god! And you weren't going to tell me?!?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
Kayla giggled and pulled him closer. "God, I love you!"
Michael's head spun hearing this. She was laughing and it felt like it could have just been something she said in jest, but he took a chance anyway.
"I love you too." he said, pulling her close again
She smiled up at him, her face radiant with so much beauty that he almost couldn't stand to look at her without wanting to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately.
"So, how about you?"
"What about me?"
"What is your costume?"
She giggled again.
"A bunny...."
"Oooooooo! A sexy bunny?" Michael said excitedly.
She laughed again, smiling ear to ear.
"Maybe."
"You couldn't be anything else but sexy."
She continued smiling as she kissed her boyfriend. By this time they were approaching the security detail and Kayla spoke privately to Viktoria about something. Michael knew that Kayla would often involve Vik in conversations when he was around just to appease her. His sister could be a bitch for sure but it seems that Kayla had figured out ways to stroke her ego and keep her happy without actually relinquishing any real ground.
Once they had passed through the security checkpoint, they made their way into the stadium and found seats in the student section. Maybe not the best but it was a sold out game so they had to accept what they could get. Kim, Tyler's girlfriend, soon found them and the two couples began talking and laughing together. Viktoria fumed watching the other couples. All the sappy sweetness got under her skin so much and Cameron's attempts to be affectionate only succeeded in making her more angry.
As the football team began to to make their way out of the the tunnel, Kayla pulled Michael close. "I've got a surprise for you tonight," she said, speaking directly into his ear.
"Oh? What is it?" he asked, intrigued.
"Can't tell you or it won't be a surprise." she replied and winked as she pulled him closer and swayed her hips side to side gently but suggestively.
Michael's eyes widened and he looked at her with surprise. "You mean?"
She giggled, that same exuberant giggle that told him that she was really happy and excited about something. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Seconds later the band fired up with the fight song and the team took the field to thunderous applause.
*
Michael stood in doorway to the great room, his back facing the street outside. Suddenly, there was movement to his right and a flash in front of him.
"Damn, this mask. The peripheral vision is shit." he thought.
He was caught off guard as someone took his hand and pulled him to his left. He turned and was being dragged towards a hallway by.....a very sexy bunny.
There were flashing lights and the music was already booming, but Michael could still make out the bunny ears atop the blonde headed girl pulling him along. Her hips swayed causing the sexy, oh so short, skirt to bounce, occasionally showing off a peek of pale thigh all the way up to the curve of her butt cheek. A fluffy white tail bobbed around just below her waist.
He'd never before seen Kayla in something so revealing and once again, probably for the one-hundredth time, he thought that he'd hit the jackpot when she took an interest in him. He had dated several girls in high school, all of which were very conservative. He'd only been with one of those girls sexually and it was a strained affair the times they actually did anything.
Michael wanted an adventurous girl; one that would wear revealing things in the right circumstances but could be respectable as well. He felt Kayla was just the one who could pull off both.
They entered the hallway and she suddenly turned right, snapping him into a doorway. He heard the door push closed behind him before they were in near darkness together. A lava lamp glowed across the room, providing a soft red glow which was the only illumination in the room.
When she turned to face him, he could make out her short midriff shirt that exposed her flat, well-toned abdomen while her front dissolved into shadow with her back to the undulating light source. Her shirt was tight and he could easily see the swell of her breasts, making them appear larger than he expected from her usual loose t-shirts.
She stepped closer, put an arm around him pulling him close and began pulling down on his sweater, kissing his neck below his mask. He put his hands around her, careful not to poke her with his metal blades. They weren't sharpened but they were metal and he didn't want to accidentally nick her delicate skin. Her lips tickled his neck and felt good, sending chills down his body.
To his surprise, she slid her hand into his pants and grabbed his dick, which was already getting hard. Then, rather abruptly, she stopped kissing him and began unzipping his pants. She slid them down to his knees, freeing his hard member. Michael tried to look down but his vision was severely impaired by the mask. He had seen his girlfriend drop to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him and he could just barely make out her smile as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his hard dick.
Michael moaned as she sucked the head into her mouth and stroked the shaft, pulling it in and out as her lips and tongue teased the head. Based on their conversation at the game, he had expected some sort of encounter tonight but he never expected Kayla to drop to her knees and give him a blowjob so quickly, much less before the party had even officially started. She continued to work more and more of his cock into her mouth and he felt her tongue slide along his sensitive skin.
Melanee had sucked him a few times, but it was an awkward, clumsy affair because she was inexperienced. It had been nothing at all like this. Kayla continued to surprise him and it made him wonder about her experience level again, but in the moment he was not going to question it. He watched as her blonde head bobbed up and down taking his cock in and out of her mouth, her free hand working his balls. Michael groaned. It was without a doubt, the most intense sexual experience of his life.
Suddenly and without any warning, she stopped. Standing up and taking his hands again, she pulled him towards one of the beds in the room that Michael had not previously noticed. When she was at the edge of the bed, she turned and bent over lifting her skirt, then pulled down her thong panties. Michael fumbled into his pocket, trying to remove a condom he'd brought just in case this is where the evening ended up, but the costume finger-knives got in the way preventing him from achieving that goal. But she was eager and urged him along, reaching between her legs and pulling his cock toward her waiting pussy.
Micheal felt the head encounter a warm wet spot and she pushed back on him. The head popped into her opening, with nothing to separate their genitals. He pushed forward as she pushed back again and he was quickly very deep inside of her before pulling back and thrusting in again. She placed her hands on the bed and began rocking her hips as he thrust forward. Michael gripped her hips, the metal blades pressing into the skin of her right hip. He could just make out a moan above the loud music from the next room over.
Feeling his hands on her, she began pushing back on his cock with intense motion, pushing him close to the edge very quickly. He held on and slammed his cock into her, loving the feeling of her wet pussy. The feeling of skin on skin was so intense with nothing to dull the sensation and he could tell she was getting close herself. And just when he felt like he couldn't take any more, she began rocking her hips at an insane pace, slamming back into him with furious thrusts.
Michael gripped her firmly and slammed himself into her, pushing deep and trying to get deeper, holding himself in her with every thrust as she undulated her hips at a furious pace. She let out a low groan that he actually felt in his cock as she began to cum on him. Her pussy pulsed and quivered and that was it for him. Michael began to cum, shooting his load into her body, knowing he should have asked and certainly should have pulled out, but in that moment there was no pulling out. Pulse after pulse, Michael emptied his balls into the girl grinding onto him, milking every drop from his cock.
After her orgasm subsided, she relaxed and leaned forward. Michael's cock slid free from her. She quickly turned around and sat on the bed where she began sucking his cock clean.
"God she's such a dirty slut." he thought in amazement, not disgusted by Kayla's action in the least. A quote from some porn or erotica occurred to him. "An angel on the street and a devil in the sheets."
She sucked hard for a minute or more, the feel of her tongue and lips on the sensitive head almost too much for him right then. But before it became unbearable, she pulled off with one last noisy slurp on his cock. She stood and pulled up her panties while straightening her skirt before helping Michael pull his pants up and tucking his wet cock back into his underwear.
Then, just as quickly as it had started she grabbed his hand, dragged him back out of the room into the hallway, and back to the common room. Michael's mind was still spinning from the intense, unexpected sexual encounter. He certainly hoped there would be more impromptu encounters between them because he loved the spontaneity and animal-like heat of it. It was definitely the best sex of his young life. She let go of his hand as they exited the hallway and were again standing in front of the open door where he'd been less than ten minutes before. Michael looked up across the room to see a familiar face smiling at him.
Kayla, dressed in a short, fluffy tutu like skirt, a long sleeve white shirt, and bunny ears, with face paint depicting a rabbit, was bouncing and skipping, giddily across the room, followed by Cameron in a striped sweater, holding a Freddy Kruger mask and costume store plastic glove. Michael's heart stopped in his chest. He turned to his left and saw Viktoria looking up at him with horror on her face.
"Michael? Oh my God! Is that you?" Kayla asked as she bounded up to him. "Your costume is amazing!"
Suddenly very hot and in need of more air, he removed the mask. Kayla was kissing him immediately and laughing. Cameron had stepped up to Viktoria who was ignoring him while staring, mouth agape, at her brother.
"Oh my god! This is so embarrassing!" Kayla said through laughter. "I came up behind Cameron, thinking he was you, but then he took his mask off and wow! I almost did something embarrassing." she giggled. "This is so crazy! Who would have thought we'd all be dressed the same tonight?!?"
Kayla was laughing and Cameron was smiling, but Michael felt like he'd been punched in the balls. Yet it was nothing compared to the absolute horror and disgust he saw in Viktoria's face. The older sibling stood looking up at her brother, mouth hung open in disbelief. She was angry beyond anything she'd ever felt in her life, but above that the humiliation and disgust were more than even she could even process. Then she felt a glob of her brother's cum ooze out of her freshly fucked pussy.
"I'm..." she clasped her hand to her mouth. "I'm going to be sick." she said before turning to run back down the hallway.
"Oh my god, is she ok?" Kayla asked with concern. "What happened to her?"
Kayla ran after her friend, leaving the two young men standing alone.
"What's wrong with her?" Cameron asked.
Michael, suddenly on the verge of laughing from all of the stress and anxiety, grimaced and said, "I don't know. Maybe she ate something that didn't agree with her."
Michael stood with his sister's boyfriend, his mind spinning. What was going to happen now? He didn't know whether to leave or stay. He didn't know anyone else here and felt the old trepidation wash over him. The two young men kept getting looks and comments about being two Freddy Kruegers; a point that seemed glaringly obvious and not particularly funny to him, but apparently it was to the drunk college students.
"Whoa!! Cameron! Awesome costume!" shouted one obviously inebriated passerby.
Michael didn't particularly care for his sister's boyfriend. The guy didn't seem to be very interesting or intelligent and it really surprised him that Vik would date such a dullard. But he was the only person there that Michael knew and it was better than standing by himself even if there was no actual conversation between them.
As the minutes ticked on, Michael became more and more concerned about what was happening with the girls, though. His mind raced with thoughts of what Viktoria was telling Kayla. Would she tell her the truth? Would Vik lie and tell Kayla that Michael initiated it, or worse? He had decided just to leave when he saw Kayla walking towards him...with purpose.
"Oh fuck," he thought to himself. "This is where the feces strikes the spinning blades, I guess." Then he let out a very audible sigh.
She walked right up to him, her face unreadable.
"What happened?" she asked, almost accusatory.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Cameron was listening to the couple and Michael thought he looked like an imbecile with his jaw hung open.
"She just says she feels sick and doesn't want to party. This is not like Viktoria at all."
"I don't know." Michael lied.
"You go talk to her." she urged.
"Yeah...I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not? You're her brother."
"Exactly. That's why I should NOT go talk to her. She doesn't like me very much, if you haven't noticed."
"Michael, there's something wrong with her and you should find out."
"She won't talk to me."
Kayla crossed her arms and managed to look both mad and pouty at the same time; a posture he'd learned meant worry for her.
"Well, I don't like it."
"Hey. We can go check on her in a little while. Let's go grab a drink." he urged, trying to divert her in hopes the situation would blow over.
"Yeah. Maybe she needs some time and will feel better. I'll check on her later."
"So, she's not coming out?" Cameron asked. It was the first time he'd spoken since Kayla returned.
Kayla looked at him. "No. But you're more than welcome to go talk to her if you want to try." she said tenderly, placing a hand on his arm in a gesture that looked rather motherly to Michael. "You know where our room is?"
He nodded and walked off, looking like a lost child. Michael and Kayla made their way to the makeshift bar, Michael wondering again what Vik saw in that man child. Kayla grabbed a drink for them both before leading him to a group of her fellow sorority sisters across the large room where she introduced him to all of her friends. Most were surprised when they learned that he was Viktoria's brother. Apparently she had dauntlessly guarded the fact that she even had a brother.
"It's just so funny." a short, thin, rather cute, brunette girl, said.
"What's funny?" Michael asked the girl, who was dressed like Wednesday Addams.
"Well, you know they call Kayla and Viktoria 'The Twins', right?"
Michael looked surprised, turning to look at his girlfriend. "No, I've never heard anyone say that."
Kayla was laughing. "Shut up, Ryder. We don't look alike."
"Maybe not in the face, but physically you two are nearly identical. If you two dressed alike we couldn't tell you apart from behind."
Michael felt his stomach churn again and wanted to argue this point, but given the evening's events so far, he didn't really have a leg to stand on.
"So the way I see it, if they are twins." Ryder said, raising her hand with her drink towards Kayla. "And you're Viktoria's brother." she motioned to Michael. "Then it's like you and Kayla are committing incest."
Kayla's face reddened a deep crimson, groans broke out in the group and more than a few mock gagging sounds as girls turned away as in utter revulsion. Michael felt his face flush, which was noticed by a couple of the girls and taken for embarrassment.
"Oh my God! Ryder! You are so gross and you're cut off." a tall, slightly heavyset, redhead said, smiling at the smaller girl.
Ryder protested, "I'm not even buzzing."
"Yeah, but what are you going to say when you do get drunk? That you want to join in the incest?"
"Maybe." Ryder said giggling, raising her eyebrows at Michael and glancing at Kayla, who was raising a fist at her friend while pursing her lips and squinting.
"Ooh, Kayla knows I like it rough." Ryder said, and the group burst out laughing again.
Everyone knew the girl was joking but Michael felt his stomach sink at the mention of incest. What was going to happen when it came out that he had fucked Viktoria? They'd both be shunned off campus. Kayla would dump him for sure, mistake or not. What would his parents say? And that's not even considering the online chatter that would come, followed by national news picking up the story of prominent businessman's children having sex together. Like Viktoria, Michael wanted to run off and hide.
Kayla pulled Michael around the party from group to group, introducing him and fending off girls who openly, and jokingly, flirted with him. Neither one of them managed to finish off their first drink as others around them knocked back one after another. Words began to slur and walking began to stumble as many left to find other parties. Finally the common room died down and those who remained were sitting around just talking. The music had changed to become a softer theme when Kayla took Michael's hand and led him to the hallway.
"Let's check on Vik. I'm still worried about her." she said.
But when they opened the door to the room that the two girls shared, it was strangely empty.
"Where did she go?" Kayla wondered aloud.
"Another party?" Michael asked.
"Maybe." she said turning to face him. "I don't know."
She stepped closer to him, looked up at his face, her eyes locked on his. He smiled down at her, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. In those eyes he saw her feelings for him, love and admiration. It was something that in that moment he knew with absolute certainty.
Then with a nearly imperceptible shift, he saw the addition of mirth and mischief. She raised up on her toes and kissed him. Michael pulled her close and kissed her back, their tongues beginning to intertwine. He was standing in almost the exact spot he'd been earlier in the evening with Viktoria. Kayla broke the kiss and stepped aside to lock the door before returning to him and hugging him tightly, her head against his chest.
"I love you." she said. It was a very heartfelt and honest statement.
He squeezed her tightly, feeling the same emotions for her in that tender moment. "I love you too."
It was true and he hoped that things would remain like this with them, but he knew the approaching tsunami was going to obliterate everything. He felt it deep inside of his bones. Where in the hell was Vik? Off telling everyone about him coming to her room and taking her? Telling campus police that he'd assaulted her? It wasn't at all like that though. He knew it and she knew it. But he knew exactly what his sister was capable of too.
Kayla took the mask and glove from his right hand, tossing them to her desk chair and pulled his sweater off over his head. Smiling up at him, she began kissing his bare chest. Her lips tickled and sent chills through him. She pulled him close with her arms around his waist. His cock throbbed unconsciously and she giggled. He felt shame wash over him.
There's no way he could go through with anything with her tonight. Even though Viktoria had sucked on him after their incestuous intercourse, he still had some of his sister's dried fluids on his dick. Kayla would find it and was going to know he'd been with someone, although she might never guess who until the truth came out. She began to unbuckle his belt and he stopped her.
"Kayla. We don't have to do this if you're not ready."
She smiled at him, her eyes dancing with merriment and he knew what she was going to say even before she spoke. "I'm ready."
He felt so much trepidation. This relationship was about to be over before he'd even been with her, and all because of a mistaken identity. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, leaving his boxers in place.
"Fuck it." he thought and slid his shoes off.
She pushed his pants down past his knees and he stepped out of them. They kissed again, him pulling her close, letting go and enjoying the moment he knew would be the last. She melted in his arms and kissed him passionately, letting go as well. When he broke the kiss, Kayla stepped back, slid down her tutu and looked up at him. She stood there in just her panties, long sleeve shirt and bunny ears. Her bunny face was smeared from their kissing but she still looked amazing to him. She looked so small and vulnerable standing there. Michael knew she was giving herself to him and he loved her more in that singular moment than he ever thought was possible.
He stepped closer and pulled her shirt off over her head, knocking the bunny ears off. He grabbed them and put them back into her head, her hair slightly disheveled now. She was so sexy in just her underwear, her chest heaving nervously, bra clad breasts rising and falling with every breath. He pushed her gently, easing her back to the bed where she sat and he went to his knees, kissing her chest and shoulders. She moaned and caressed his head, closing her eyes and falling into the moment.
His fingers blindly unfastened the two hooks of her bra and it fell away from her. She allowed it to slid off of her arms and he gazed upon her bare chest for the first time. Her soft, pale, handful sized breasts were capped with pink puffy nipples that begged to be suckled and Michael happily obliged. She moaned again as his lips and tongue caressed her sensitive nipple, sending pleasure throughout her body. She could feel the waves of pleasure traveling from her nipples to her vagina, increasing her need and desire for him.
"Please." Kayla moaned. "I need you."
"You sure?" he asked.
She nodded.
He reached to his pants and pulled out the condom from the left pocket, the one he'd tried to remove earlier.
She laughed. "You came prepared."
"Sorry." he said, seeing how it must look to her.
"No. I'm glad. I wanted you to."
He moved back to the bed and kissed her breasts again, working down to her stomach which he licked, kissed and nibbled on, loving her soft skin and maddeningly feminine smell and feel. Continuing to kiss, Michael worked down to her waist where he kissed her protruding hipbones and the sensitive area just inside of them.
"Ahhhh." she moaned breathily.
He hooked a finger into each side of her panties and she lifted her hips allowing him to remove them, leaving her completely naked. For weeks, Michael had wondered what Kayla's pussy would be like; would she be trimmed, shaved, waxed? It was a little thought exercise he'd worked through and now that moment had arrived, he saw he'd been correct with his conclusions; she was trimmed. He didn't see her as a shaving type and certainly not one to go get waxed. He leaned back in close and kissed around her thighs trying to part her legs to kiss her sex, but she resisted.
Kayla's heart was pounding with nerves and excitement. Michael's lips tickled and his beard stubble scratched her skin softly, sending lightning bolts through her body. She wanted him in every way but was uncomfortable with the thought of his face down there.
"No...don't kiss any further down there."
Michael smiled, stood up and removed his boxers. She looked down at his hard cock, poking out into thin air at her. She reached out and touched it, delicately wrapping her fingers around it. He saw her light pink fingernails as she gently squeezed it and pulled once before letting go. Michael tore open the wrapper, removed the condom, placed it at the tip of his penis and rolled it down as his girlfriend watched. Her eyes were wide watching him. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them gently, while also looking down to see her pink lips parted for him. He took his cock and rubbed the tip up and down her slit, rubbing it over her sensitive clit.
"Ohhhh." she cooed and gripped the sheets.
Michael aligned the head up to her opening and pressed forward until he felt resistance. He pulled back slightly and pressed again, this time the head pushed inside, somewhat streamlined by the condom. Kayla jumped slightly and winced.
"You ok?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She bit her lip and nodded again. "Just go slow, please. I've..." she hesitated. "I've never done this before."
Michael realized immediately what she meant and couldn't believe it.
"You're a virgin?" he asked, not believing it.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I should have told you."
"No, it's ok." he said with mixed emotions. "I don't want you to feel pressured, like we have to."
He was being totally honest. He loved her and wanted her, but he also didn't want her to feel like she had to do something that could not be undone. She grabbed his shoulders and held him there.
"No. I want it to be you." she said looking at him with a deep intensity.
Michael leaned over and kissed his girlfriend again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. He pushed his cock forward and penetrated her deeper.
Kayla hissed in air through her teeth. She had not expected pain, but it did hurt a little.
"We can stop." he said, looking at her concerned.
"No. I don't want to. Just go slow."
Michael did as she asked and eased back before pressing slowly forward again, meeting less resistance this time. Kayla felt him slide deeper, with less discomfort this time. She pulled him close to her and kissed him again. Discomfort or not, she loved him and wanted to give herself to him in every way. Michael pulled back and pressed forward again, sliding nearly all the way inside of her this time.
"Ahhh." Kayla moaned, breathing out into his mouth.
He pulled back and pressed forward again. She breathed in deeply. He pushed deeper, feeling her opening give to him and allow him to slide in all the way. Her depths felt amazing. Michael pulled out until just the head remained and slid back inside slowly, the first thrust of making love to his virgin girlfriend. Her eyes were closed as he began to thrust into her in a slow rhythm.
"Mhmmm" she moaned, feeling her boyfriend's cock work in and out. Being penetrated by him was such a foreign feeling but one she knew immediately she loved. She had imagined this moment with trepidation for years and now that it had come, she had made a choice for Michael to be the one, she was so glad she had waited.
He picked up his pace, paying attention to her needs and trying not to climax before she could. He didn't know how to please her yet but he hoped he could and that her first time would be amazing for her. Regardless of what happened to them long term, he did not want to be that guy.
Kayla held her eyes closed tightly, letting the feeling of Michael inside of her wash over her entirely. He was filling her, touching her so intimately and she felt such an overwhelming and overpowering love for him in those moments. Never before had she felt so connected to another human being or more completed than she did right then. She gripped at his sides, short fingernails digging into his flesh, in ecstasy she'd never known, on the edge of climax like she'd never felt.
"Ohhhhh...goddddd..." she moaned as he thrust in and out.
She opened her eyes and cupped his face in her hands, looking into his eyes as his thrusts pushed her over the edge. Her eyes closed again and she let out a wail of pleasure as her first, non self induced, orgasm of her life flooded over her, sending waves of pleasure radiating out from her abdomen to her extremities. Colors exploded in her vision and all sense of time and space were lost to the young woman as she experienced physical love for the very first time.
Michael felt Kayla's muscles contracting around his penis and knew she was cumming. He too was overwhelmed with love for his partner and began kissing her face as she moaned and wailed, gripped and embraced him, contracted and milked at him inside of her. She opened her mouth and they were kissing again, mouths open, tongues dancing their erotic dance and Michael was over the edge himself, shooting his potent seed into the condom which contained it from Kayla's fertile womb. Together the young lovers rode their wave of ecstasy, bodies intertwined, minds and souls closer than ever before.
Once they had both come down from their sexual high, Michael let his cock slip out from inside of his lover. He then lay beside his beautiful girlfriend and she lay her head on his shoulder, both still naked in the darkness as the lava lamp cast its slowly undulating light around the room. His head was swirling with thoughts. He was filled with excitement for the new advancement in their relationship and fear of the uncertainty awaiting him in his immediate future. He wondered again where Vik was. His mind replayed the whole evening, the mistaken identity, Vik sucking his cock, him getting behind her and fucking her furiously.
His cock began to get get hard again. He thought about it and felt himself becoming more aroused. His cock had been inside of his own sister's cunt. Unknowingly, she had allowed him to fuck her; the mean, stuck up bitch had let her own brother fuck her. And had he ever fucked her. He remembered the feeling of her wet pussy all over his cock, thrusting deep and slow, really driving it into her, grinding until she came on his cock and he came...
....inside her.
"Holy shit!" he thought, remembering that he had cum inside of his own sister.
His mind was suddenly in a panic. How could he have had unprotected sex? Even if he thought it was Kayla, how could he have done that? Is it possible that Vik was going to end up pregnant with his baby?
He heard Kayla breathing deeply, obviously sleeping. His heart was pounding with anxiety at the thought that he'd knocked up his own sister. Suddenly the doorknob began to rattle. Then someone was beating on the door.
"Kayla!!"
It was Viktoria's voice.
"Open the door, Kayla! I know you're in there!"
"Oh crap!" Kayla said, jumping up from the bed, still naked. "Get dressed."
Michael jumped up and they both began throwing clothes back on. The pounding became harder. Vik was most definitely drunk. When they were both dressed, Kayla unlocked the door and opened it, tucking her hair behind her ear trying to look casual. Vik stepped inside, saw Michael and sneered.
"Get out of my room, fuckhead!" the older sibling commanded. "You're not welcome here...anymore!"
"Viktoria!" Kayla said, admonishing her friend for the first time ever. "That's no way to speak to Michael."
"You can get out too." Viktoria yelled, staggering towards her bed.
Kayla caught her friend before she hit the floor and guided her to the bed safely. Michael's sister was asleep within seconds.
"What was that about?" Kayla wondered aloud.
"I don't know." Michael answered. But he had a hunch he did know.
Kayla pulled Vik's shoes off and covered her up with the bedspread before turning back to Michael. She stepped close and hugged him tight. Michael wrapped his arms around her and held her, relishing the feel of her body so close. She leaned her head back and puckered her lips at him. He kissed her softly, their eyes closed.
After a few minutes holding each other, she spoke. "I really enjoyed this. Thank you."
Her head was against his chest.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"For being my first." she whispered. "And for being good at it."
"I love you." he said and tightened his grip on her.
She squeezed him tighter, a flood of emotions overcoming her and she never wanted to let him go.
"I love you too."
She walked him out to the main door and watched him disappear into the darkness of the night. He texted her about twenty minutes later, letting her know he was in his room and they bid each other good night.
*
"I'm worried about her."
Kayla was sitting on Michael's bed in his dorm room the next afternoon. Tyler was out at a study session in another dorm allowing the couple some privacy.
"She's never acted like this before." she continued.
"Vik's just weird." Michael said, trying to play off the situation.
"Michael. That's your sister." she said, hitting his arm playfully, then added. "Besides, she says the same thing about you."
"Well, I'm as unweird as they come."
Kayla looked at him curiously. "You know that's not a real word, right?"
He smiled.
"But, I'm really worried. You know she broke up with Cameron last night."
"Yeah, I saw him earlier. Looked like he'd been crying."
"I just don't get it. It just doesn't make sense. It's almost like she was...I don't know...assaulted."
Michael froze at this, feeling himself become defensive. "I didn't..." he stopped himself. "I don't...think we know enough to jump to that conclusion."
"It's just so weird that she was so upset and broke things off with Cameron so suddenly. I mean, it's not like Viktoria is the most compassionate person or even one to hold very long term relationships. But I just can't help but think something else is going on."
Michael leaned close and caressed her thigh. "Well, I'm sure they had a fight or something. How about we discuss this later?"
She smiled and pushed his face away with the palm of her hand. "I'm not in the mood, mister."
"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" he asked and pushed her back, climbing on top of her and began kissing her her neck.
She squealed with delight and began to feign resistance until she finally relented and started moaning and mewling with pleasure. Michael, not wanting to assume anything, played it slow and tentatively eased his hands on to her sides and under her arms. A quick exploratory run over her breasts told him she was agreeable to the advancement and began to caress and eventually knead on Kayla's firm breasts.
By this time she was kissing him with fervor grabbing at his butt and grinding her hips against him. A quick tug at her shirt and she was helping him remove it and her bra soon followed. She seemed a little self conscious in the brighter light of the afternoon sun coming through the blinds, but relaxed as Michael started suckling one nipple as he cupped and squeezed the other, handful size boob.
Later, neither could trace the moments between her shirt coming off and the beginning of intercourse, but as her boyfriend penetrated her for the second time Kayla's world exploded in a flash of ecstasy. She held him close, loving the feeling of having him inside her. His penis was perfectly made to fill her and brought her such overwhelming joy that she was lost in the moment and lost count of the climaxes she had.
They lay quietly, sweat glistening on both of their young bodies, hearts finally slowing from the arousal, emotions and exertion. Kayla could feel Michael's heart beating; it actually shook the bed almost imperceptibly. She smiled, contented and very happy, but worry for her friend lay just under the surface.
*
The following week, Viktoria was quite, a fact that bothered Kayla to no end. Her roommate was always talking, usually bitching about someone or something; some professor, classmate or even a fellow sorority sister. But as the days rolled on, all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn't want to go to class and getting her up was almost impossible.
Kayla watched her roommate carefully, discussing Viktoria's lethargy and depression with Michael, who knew the reason, but for obvious reasons couldn't allay his girlfriend's fears. He tried reaching out to his sister but she refused to respond even though he knew she was seeing his messages. During this period he lived in fear that she was going to concoct some wild story about how he had assaulted her. In his mind, the truth sounded more unbelievable than a story of him intentionally ravaging his own sister. But as the days turned into a week, and then two, Michael breathed a little easier.
*
Kayla and Michael stole away every chance they could for intimacy, having sex several times per week. Kayla, for her part was always a willing participant in whatever they did, and eager to do new sexual things. A week after the Halloween party, she allowed Michael to go down on her and came hard to his tongue on her clitoris as he fingered her. However, it was another week before she worked up the nerve to return the favor, giving Michael an awkward blow job that came nowhere close to making him cum. It felt amazing, but the fact was she was inexperienced. It's not like Michael was some sex god or anything, but his mind kept going back to how Viktoria had sucked him, and how exuberant she was during sex. He felt disgusted with himself for thinking it, but he really wished Kayla would let loose during sex like his sister had.
Viktoria continued to be lethargic and distant, but then some time around the third week after the Halloween party, Kayla noted that she seemed to be coming around. She was still quiet, but at least she was going about her daily routine. Then as the week before Thanksgiving concluded, Vik came out of her funk in a way that completely surprised her roommate.
"She's too chipper now."
It was the Thursday evening before Thanksgiving and the couple was alone in Michael's dorm room. Being an unseasonably warm day, Kayla was wearing a summer dress that Michael particularly liked. It was yellow, with thin straps that tied over the shoulders, and showcased her legs exquisitely. He had a hard time not touching her legs anytime she wore the dress when they were alone.
"Chipper?" Michael asked. "Vik has never been chipper a day in her life."
"I can't help it. She is. And it scares me." Kayla confided in him.
"Why?"
"Well, I've been really worried about her. I know you can't appreciate it because you two have never been close, but something bad happened to her."
"Yeah." Michael said noncommittally.
"And when someone is as down as Viktoria and they come out and are too happy..."
She paused.
"What?" Michael asked.
"It's sometimes a sign of suicidal thoughts."
"Shut up." he chortled. "Vik is not going to off herself."
"Michael, don't laugh, you never know."
He thought about it and the idea scared him. He didn't want anything bad to happen to Vik, but at the same time what if she did and left a horrible scathing letter blaming him?
"Look. You two are going home tomorrow. I'll be there next Friday but I need you to watch her in the mean time. If you see any signs of her acting self destructive you have to intervene."
He didn't say anything for a minute, trapped in his own thoughts.