Luther pov
As i rmenisis i start to think about the posalitity of allison and deig fucking eacg other, me and alliosn never did anything like that but what we had was something more then whta her nd him have. Its weird i know to think about your brother and sister fucking eachother but i cant keep my mind away from it, i start to think about this weird yoga type sex thing and just go with it. I pulled up my shirt and lifted my pants and wrapped my hand around my length and started.
(I'm so sorry I'm really on a tight schedule and have to do something for the filler to skip ahead if you'd like, or endure this whatever you want to call it. Writing style change )
"I'm going to win," Allison said.
"What do you want, if you win?" He pressed the very tip of his finger into her through her yoga pants and her panties. She wasn't exactly wet yet, but she was certainly on her way there.
It was a little bit like being in bondage, even though the only thing keeping her in place was her own will. She kept her head completely still, and her pussy clenched around nothing. "You'll do what I want," she said.
"You can get me to do that by rumoring, y'know," said Diego, and he rubbed along her vulva, pressing down on her clit again.
Her hips tried to roll forward, and she groaned, then went still. "But this... won't be rumoring. You'll do it b-because you're doing it, not because of my powers." She sighed, as Diego's fingers left her.
"I really like this position," Diego said, "except that I can't really get to your tits."
"Say that I won and I'll let you fuck them," Allison said, although she might have been emboldened by the weird ways her blood was flowing, or distracted by the way she was gradually getting more and more sore.
"I'll fuck them when I win," said Diego, and he let go of her thigh. "One sec."
"Not going anywhere," said Allison, her voice strained. Her hair was spread out under her, and it was ticklish against her shoulders.
Diego snickered, and then there was a rustling sound, and the sensation of something cold and metal against her inner thigh. Then more coldness, and Allison's brain caught up with her brain.
"Did you just tear my pants?" Allison hated how indignant she sounded, and she probably should have moved, but... well. She was going to win.
"And your panties," Diego said, and his warm fingers were on her bare skin now. "I'll get you a new pair."
"I bought these in LA!"
"Just pay for my plane ticket." Diego leaned forward, and then his hot breath was on her ass. He was crowding closer, and she had to spread her arms, until his stomach and chest were pressed up against her back and her ass. It helped relieve some of the pressure, at least, but then he was... licking her. Licking along her vulva, and his thumb was on her clit.
"Cheating," Allison choked out, as his tongue slid into her pussy, his stubbly chin scratching along her taint.
"Mmm," Diego agreed. He didn't seem to be paying much attention. His nose was up against her clit, and when he opened his mouth, his tongue went deeper.
It was taking a lot of effort to maintain the pose at this point, and the muscles in her back were screaming for her to just let go. Even her toes were cramping at this point.
Diego pulled back, and he kissed the cheek of her ass. "You're quieter like this," he said, nonchalant, as if he hadn't just had his tongue buried as deep inside of her as he could. She wished she could see his face— she was already getting wetter.
"Harder to breathe and I can't move my head," she said.
His thumb was stroking along the sea of her labia, then pressing between them, finding her clit and circling over it.
She gasped, or tried to— her chest was still being compressed. His hand left her cunt, and then her pants were being ripped even more, and he was staring at her ass.
"I have never been this close before," he said, and he was parting her cheeks, oh fuck. "Or with this good a view." His breath was hot on her asshole, and then his tongue was tracing around the rim of it.
Allison moaned, and she was trembling harder. She couldn't thrash, couldn't do anything but hold the pose as his tongue slid inside of her ass, delicately. She had never had someone's tongue in her ass before— she had barely even had a finger in it, and now Diego was just... fucking her with his tongue. He pressed his face deeper between her cheeks, his stubble rough on the sensitive skin. It was a distraction from the way her legs were aching, though— her legs, her back, her neck. It was utterly different from having her pussy licked, and she kept trying to find something to compare it to and failing. It was hot and flexible, wet and wriggling, and it was leaving her utterly desperate, even as stuck as she was.
Diego's thumb was pressed against the entrance to her cunt, and when had that happened? He was eating her ass and fingering her cunt, and she flat out could not move. It was curling against something inside of her, and his index finger was rubbing little circles on her clit, mimicking the little circles his tongue was making inside of her.
He is going to be so smug when he makes me come like this, was Allison's last thought, and then her orgasm hit her like one of Diego's knives. It was a rather apt comparison— it almost seemed to pierce her as the pleasure radiated out of her, leaving her limp. Fluid leaked out of her— had he made her squirt?— and dripped onto her chest, and that was kind of gross, but she didn't care right now.
Diego was bringing her legs back down on the ground, and that was almost as good as the orgasm. She looked up into his face, and he was smirking. His chin was shiny with drool, and he made a big show of sucking his thumb clean. "I win," he said, and he scooted on top of her, fiddling with his pants with one hand, pulling down the neckline of her tank top with the other.
"You cheated," Allison said, but she was too tired to care. Sated, in a way that felt faintly, deliciously dirty.
"Yep," Diego agreed, as he drew his cock out, gave it a firm stroke. "All's fair in love and sibling rivalry."
"I can't believe you're mentioning that we're siblings right now," said Allison, and she sighed as Diego pressed her breasts together. All of her muscles were overextended, and she just wanted to lie there for a little bit.
It was kind of satisfying— lying there with her muscles burning sweetly, his warm, solid weight on top of her, his cock a reminder of just how hot he found her.
And then he spit on his cock.
"Oh my god, Diego, that's disgusting," Allison squealed, as he pushed her breasts together and slid his cock into the space between them. The head of his cock nearly hit her in the chin as he gave an awkward thrust.
"Listen," he said thickly, and he gave another thrust, "I'm not l-l-l-leaving to g-get lube... " He threw his head back, and she tracked the gorgeous line of his throat to his chest in his t-shirt.
"I'm all sweaty," she said. "Isn't that enough?"
"You can never have enough lube," said Diego, and he moaned again. He was throbbing against her, and his pre-come and spit slicked up the channel between her breasts. "God, Allison..."
She squirmed, pressing her aching thighs together, her heels digging into the training mats. He was swelling against her, and more pre-come was drooling out of him.
"Gonna come," Diego panted. "Gonna come on your tits, I'm so close Allison... god!" His whole body went rigid, and then there was wetness across her chest, his come dripping into her skin.
"Fuck," Allison said, "did you have to come on my chest?" She lifted a sore arm up to interlace their fingers.
He brought her hand up and kissed each of her fingers in turn. It was so sweet that it almost made her stomach turn. "I mean," he said casually, "you already did. I figured it was only fair."
Allison had any number of responses to that, but was too sore and post-orgasmic. She just made a dismissive hand gesture, and made vague plans to plot her chance to win the next round.
I let out a deep breath before releasing in my pants, I lay there expecting what I just did, I've never done it but I plan on doing it again.