Brother, sisters, and more exp lore self-pleasure together
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Last time, Dylan and his older sister Lucy started masturbating together. Then their younger sister Lindsay and Lucy’s best friend, Kara, joined in. But now that they’ve finally been caught, what will come of their conspiracy?
All participants are over the age of 18
“I know what you’ve been doing,” Jan said, glaring at me.
We were standing in the hallway by the bedrooms. My oldest sister stood with her hands on her hips. Nearly as tall as me, Jan’s inky black hair was tied in its usual tight bun. She had her head tilted to the side — a glare etched into her sky-blue eyes.
It was late November, the Sunday after Thanksgiving. For the past four months, I’d been engaging in a spectacular celebration of self-love with my sisters. A few moments before, in fact, the three of us had concluded an epic session where we’d ended up rubbing each other off in a wild daisy chain of mutual masturbation. Like an overcharged orgasmic circuit.
It had all begun in the summer, when my busty, blonde, older sister, Lucy invited me to join her in humping the floor. Then, as the weather got colder, my thin, brunette, younger sister, Lindsay and I had started stroking ourselves together. The only sibling who hadn’t been involved in our incestuous fapping festival was Jan.
Except, now she was. And in the worst way possible.
Back in the hallway with Jan — my oldest sister glaring at me with undisguised disgust — I stared down at the floor, doing my best to look sheepish. I knew there was no point in arguing it. I’d been caught (quite literally) red handed.
There was no argument for what we were doing, either. No explanation that made any sense. What we’d been up to was beyond perverse. It was really, truly wrong. Of course, that was also the attraction of it. But I wasn’t going to tell my oldest sister that.
Instead, I just stood there, avoiding Jan’s gaze, and hoping to hell she would go easy on me.
“I know what you’ve been doing,” Jan said, a smirk edging across her thin lips. “And I want in.”
*
Jan had always been distant from the rest of us. Like she was one of the adults rather than a kid. She had a kind of aloof maturity — even when we were all very much not mature — that set her apart. The age thing played into that. Whereas we were kind of clumped together (Lucy was 21 to my 19 to Lindsay’s 18), Jan felt oddly older at 23. It was more than that, however.
Even in high school, Jan dressed prim and proper. We didn’t attend a private school, but Jan always had a uniform: dark skirt and hose, white dress shirt, her hair tied up so tight it strained at the roots. As she got older, as she joined the professional world, Jan added precipitously high heels and a dark blazer to her ensemble.
When Jan left for college, I honestly thought that was the last we’d see of her. She came back for holidays, but even then, she was more of a shadow than a sibling. After Jan graduated school, she really did almost disappear. She had a promising career, a lovely apartment in the city, and a fiancee for whom the best description was ‘appropriate.’
But when things went in the crapper — when Dad lost his job and we had to give up our house and our lives in payment for his mistakes — Jan moved back in with us to help out. Coincidentally or not, Jan’s engagement broke apart at around the same time. While Lucy, Lindsay, and I attended school, Jan went to work. She wasn’t Mom or Dad, and she didn’t play at being them. Jan seemed more like a cool aunt or a hip neighbor or something like that.
My oldest sister was an oddly distant mystery. A foggy mirage, staring at us from some other remote place, even when she was sitting at the same table and eating the same meal.
Which only made my sister’s reaction that afternoon all the more alarming. I don’t think Jan intended it as a threat. Especially in retrospect, I know that she wasn’t trying to menace me. It’s just how it felt, in that moment, when she held me under the knife.
*
The next day was a Monday, and we all returned to our routines. Mom, Dad, and Jan all left before the rest of us were even awake. Once again, Lucy dropped Lindsay off at the high school and then drove the two of us to our own classes at the community college.
The whole time, the car was oddly silent. We didn’t mention how we’d busted through all kinds of barriers the day before. How Lindsay had sucked my dick. How I’d fingered Lucy to a spectacular finish. How we’d egged each other on the entire time. What we’d done had been beyond anything we’d shared before. And what was worse (better?) it had only felt like a warmup for something way more intimate.
We’d been so easy with each other the day before. It made the discomfort of our morning commute seem even more oppressive. To be fair, not talking was normal for Lucy and me. Our shared sessions had always been a strange, unspoken agreement.
But the silence was downright odd for Lindsay who often liked to go through things blow-by-blow (pun definitely intended) — like a hot John Madden — reliving every moment in detail before announcing her plans for more mischief later in the day.
I honestly didn’t know what was going on. And I couldn’t ascribe the awkwardness to Jan because I hadn’t told my other sisters what had happened. Partially because our oldest sibling had asked me not to. Also, though, because it felt like it was my issue to deal with. I didn’t want to drag my other siblings down into the morass we’d made.
After we dropped Lindsay off, I came out and asked Lucy about it. The awkwardness, I mean.
“I think we’re all just settling back in,” Lucy said, “With school and stuff. We always tend to be a bit more laid back around the breaks, right?”
“I guess so,” I said, “I just hope I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Oh no,” Lucy said, a lascivious little smile playing on her lips. “In fact, I’d say you did everything right.”
I let out a large sigh of relief. I wanted to believe my older sister was correct. I really did.
“Look, we’ve got three more weeks of school,” Lucy continued, “But then we have a whole eleven days off. I counted. We just need to keep our heads down for a little longer. Then we can really celebrate.”
After classes, we came home. Any concerns I might have still had following our morning commute were quickly put to rest when Lucy, Lindsay and I did the most normal thing possible: we went for a quick press in the living room before heading off to do homework. It was both weird and reassuring that such a lewd act qualified as the thing to settle my nerves rather than stretch them out.
But there was still the problem of what my oldest sister wanted. I know, it probably seems obvious (in retrospect it was really fucking obvious) but at the time I truly didn’t know what to make of it.
I want in. What did Jan mean by that? Was she going to join Lucy, Lindsay and I and rub herself off on a pillow? I couldn’t picture it.
I mean, if I thought about it (and to be fair, it wasn’t the kind of thing I’d ever thought about till that moment), I wasn’t even sure Jan masturbated at all. Not that I was keeping track of such things. It was just that my older sister didn’t seem the type. Oh sure, she had several serious boyfriends — one in high school, two in college, then Mr. Milquetoast-the-fiancee-that-was-no-longer — and so I imagined she’d done lots of stuff.
But thinking about my oldest sister abandoning herself to illicit pleasure? This was the girl who’d once celebrated going on a thrilling water slide by saying “hm” and then heading back to her chair to read a book. Jan wasn’t exactly a slave to her baser desires. I wasn’t sure she even had baser desires. So as ‘duh’ as I’m sure her comment seems to you all, the idea that my sister was going to rub one out with all of us seemed pretty ridiculous.
But then, if not that, what could Jan’s words mean?
It’s hard for me to explain how fraught and broken this all felt. The exultation of what I’d shared with Lucy and Lindsay the day before mixed with the curiosity and concern of what Jan had said soon after. Like honey mixed with ghost peppers, burning as it slid so sweetly into my stomach.
I was left to ponder it for hours. That night, we had dinner as a family (Lucy and I on the couch with stack tables). I caught Jan’s eye at one point, and she arched an eyebrow. But nothing more. We washed up after, then broke to our separate rooms.
I sat at my desk and opened books to study. Midterms were only a few short weeks away, as Lucy had reminded me, and I needed to get to work.
The day was already quite dark. The house grew quieter, except for the little creaks that this old place always let out. Like the ghosts had to settle in, as well. At a certain point, I realized that whatever Jan had meant, I wasn’t going to find out that night. Or maybe ever. It all seemed so impossible.
Then, as I was about to give up and go to bed, I heard my cell phone buzz. I picked it up and looked at the screen. One word from Jan.
“Come”
*
Slipping into Jan’s bedroom felt odd. My oldest sister’s forbidding nature made her personal space seem all the more foreboding. Even back in the old house, after Jan had left for college, I was uncomfortable going anywhere near her stuff. Like she’d left a curse on it all or something.
I closed the door behind me carefully, my breath sharp and thin in my chest. Jan’s bedroom was as dark as the rest of the house, but I could still make out her spare, utilitarian furniture and oddly bare walls. And, most importantly, I saw my oldest sister, lying back on her bed in a plain white t-shirt and pink, plaid pj pants. She had a book on her lap, like she was up to nothing outside of normal.
Jan saw me enter and a wicked grin filled her face. She raised her eyebrow in that usual inquisitive way, then sat up. Jan was tall, nearly my height, like Lucy. But she was willow thin like Lindsay. Each of us a slight variation on the other in a way that made us look quite unique yet all from the same source. Weirdly familiar and oddly distinct. Siblings, in other words.
Jan patted the bedside next to her and I sat down. For a moment, we both just sat there. I swear I felt the air around me tighten. Even breathing was an epic undertaking.
“Well,” Jan said.
I nodded.
“Well?” Jan asked.
For a moment, I was taken aback. This whole time, I’d been assuming that my oldest sister would drive. That she was taking the lead because she was the one who’d started it, right? And wasn’t Jan always in charge anyways?
But I realized that wasn’t true. I’d been the one who’d begun all this (well, technically, Lucy had started it but that was nitpicking). If there was an expert in shared sibling stroke sessions, that person was me. Jan asking in wasn’t a threat, it was a request. And now that she’d RSVP’d, it was only natural for her to assume that I’d be starting the party.
I cleared my throat, apologetically. “Usually we’d…” I gestured to the floor.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jan said. There was the oldest sister I knew and loved/feared.
“OK, well, um… I mean. I’m not really sure how you like to, you know. Go.” I know, great public speaker me. I could run for governor with that kind of eloquence and clarity.
Jan sighed, the kind of sound that let me know she was both disappointed in my performance but also not at all surprised that I’d flubbed it in the first place. She reached over to her nightstand, lifted up a bunch of papers, and retrieved a purple dildo. I’d have been less surprised if she’d pulled an elephant out of there.
The fact that Jan had a toy at all was already a huge shock. The fact that it was so outrageous and lewd, clearly not a beginner item, nearly blew my brain right out the back of my head. I mean, this was a dildo.
It was bright, Barney-purple, and so long it would shame a porn star. And thick. And covered in ridges and bumps. And curved in ways that I couldn’t imagine would feel good. And… It looked like a farce’s idea of a sex toy — so over the top that I started to wonder if my oldest sister was just messing with me.
Wordlessly, Jan got off the bed. She took her desk chair and wheeled it over to the side, so she was facing me. Then, like it was nothing at all, she shucked off her bottoms, revealing a trim, tidy pussy with a stripe of dark pubic hair. Jan sat down and spread her legs. She held the dildo precipitously over her pussy. The purple, plastic cock of Damocles just waiting to plunge.
I was still in my own head; it took me a moment to shake free. Seeing my sister’s pussy, so casually revealed, had a way of doing that to me.
Jan cleared her throat again. It was not a pleasant noise. I pulled down my sweats and boxers. While my big head had been off in the clouds, my littler one had clearly been thinking of something different (Sisterpussy! I could practically hear it screaming). My dick popped out epically hard and already pulsing.
I sat back on the bed, my cock pointing upward like there was something super interesting on the ceiling that it needed me to see. I don’t know what I expected from my sister after my big reveal. But I definitely didn’t anticipate the way the usually aloof woman licked her lips, smiled, and said, “Nice.”
Jan flipped a switch and her already absurd phallus jumped another level as it started to buzz and shake. The toy practically undulated in her hands. A moment later, she let out a little gasp as it made contact with her clit.
I might have been off in space — completely stretched between shock and arousal — but I knew my cue. I grabbed my cock and started to slowly stroke it. I felt myself already on edge and I wanted to make sure I got to watch Jan go first.
In that moment, I realized how apex sexy my oldest sister was. Jan didn’t have Lucy’s killer curves or Lindsay’s lascivious personality. But her body — those long shapely legs, the hint of her taut bubble butt, that tight little twat. My oldest sister was an absolute smoke show and I was already regretting not telling her to take her top off.
The fact that Jan was usually so serious, so reserved, only made this moment where she surrendered to her own sexuality feel even more exciting and raw. Seeing her private self — the way her lip curled and her eyes unfocused; how her knees raised and spread almost subconsciously. Jan was like a living aphrodisiac reclining in a desk chair.
God DAMN I’d underappreciated the opportunity I had before me. And then, as if it wasn’t already too much, Jan started talking.
“Such a naughty little brother. Stroking that big cock in front of your sister.”
I’d have done a spit take if I’d been drinking. Jan’s words were so fucking hot, my dick almost did its own kind of spit take right then and there.
Jan’s voice went low and raspy. It practically thrummed with need. She could have told me to jab a pencil in my eye with that tone and I’d have agreed without hesitation. Fortunately, she only wanted one thing.
“You’re not supposed to do that — oh! — little bro,” Jan said.
She continued to tease at herself with her toy. The dildo no longer seemed silly at all. No, that lavender monstrosity was now deadly serious. And all I could think about was how badly I wished I could take its place.
“Nasty, wicked boy,” Jan continued. I wondered if she had even an inkling of how much power she had over me in that moment. “Watching your big sister get off.”
I figured she probably wanted me to talk back but when I started, she shushed me.
“Bad enough you’re rubbing that big dick for me,” Jan said, “Watching me make myself feel so good.” That last word devolved into a low groan. A throaty “ohhhhhhhhh” that, on top of an already incredible performance, might have been the sexiest thing I’d heard yet.
We sat there then, getting ourselves off. The room filled with our shared grunts and groans. The slicking sound of my palm stroking loose skin. The droning hum of my sister stimulating her clit.
“You getting close, little brother?” Jan asked, “You going to cum? Naughty boy spurting his stuff in front of his sister?”
I could only nod my head in agreement.
“OK,” Jan said, “Let it all out. It’s OK, it’s our secret. I won’t tell. It’s OK to let your sister see…. OH! OhhhhhhhhhhOH!”
Jan shuddered. She shook. With a trembling hand, she reached up for her left nipple and squeezed it, hard. Her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head. Her legs went stiff as her toes curled back and her whole body clenched.
It was more than I could take, and I erupted. The pleasure raced through me sharp as lightning and full as thunder. An arc of white spurted across our bodies, landing on Jan’s leg.
I thought she’d get grossed out, but as my sperm hit her flesh, Jan’s orgasm seemed to go to another level. She choked out a little ecstatic sob. My next shot, I didn’t see where it went. The bliss overwhelmed me, and I lost track of anything except the pumping, pulsing pleasure as it engulfed me body and soul.
When my eyes gained focus, I found myself gasping for air. My dick was slowly softening in my hand. Sticky from my spend.
Jan was staring at me, a bemused expression on her face. A strand of her dark hair had escaped her bun and she blew it away from her eyes, only for it to settle back where it’d been before. She let out a little sigh.
“Well, that was facinating,” Jan said, “Let me get you a tissue.”
I could tell Jan’s normally serious nature, her mask of indifference, was slowly slipping back on. But it was incongruent with the way she stumbled around her dark bedroom looking for a box of Kleenex. Finally, she handed me a wad. She took some for herself and I watched her run it from her calf to her thigh.
“You really let out a lot,” Jan said, “You must have been super backed up.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that, actually, this was already the second time I’d spent with a sibling that day. Instead, I just nodded. I was weirdly proud of myself for cumming so much. Like I’d accomplished something laudable just by producing copious semen on command.
“Whew! I really needed that,” Jan said. She chuckled, a soft thing, then lay back down in bed.
I stared at my sister, a bit in awe. She went back to reading her book. Her face so expressionless. And yet the woman I’d seen a moment before was still there, just beneath the surface. It was so fucking hot, yet also oddly intimate.
“Have a good night,” Jan said.
It was the only post-mortem I’d ever get from her. I stumbled back to my bedroom, shell shocked. My God. Whatever I’d pictured when Jan had pulled me into her bedroom after catching us… Well, it certainly wasn’t that.
There was no doubt in my mind now, the next few weeks were going to be an epic experience.
*
The next few weeks were boring as hell.
Like Lucy had predicted in her car that morning, we all got swallowed up in the responsibilities of school, work, and life. Lucy, Lindsay and I would still press every couple of days (we were busy, not insane). Two more times, Jan called me into her room on a quiet night and we rubbed off in front of each other. But my sister kept her panties on, left her the crazy dildo in her drawer, and barely made a sound. Even as she climaxed.
If I’m making it all sound banal that’s because, honestly, it kind of was. OK, well, in the moment it was hot as hell. It was still masturbating with my sister. But, like the pressing I did with Lucy and Lindsay, it felt both very rushed and also quite routine. Like brushing our teeth together or something like that. If anything, jerking off with Jan made me feel more like a prop, a porn video she could call up at will, then swipe away once she was finished. I can’t really say I wasn’t using her the same way.
At the same time, like my mind had been partitioned, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that first night — the dirty talk and all that. I know that sounds ludicrous. We were, literally, still getting off together. And I was rubbing it out with my two other siblings every few days, as well.
But I spent a good amount of my free time fantasizing about all the other stuff we could be doing when we actually had time to enjoy it. That’s beyond covetous, it’s fucking crazy. But knowing that and stopping it are two different things. As any addict will tell you.
I think part of it was the anticipation. In that way, it was almost fun. Before, when my sisters and I had hit dry spells, I’d worried we might be reaching the end of our adventures. But this time I had no doubt we’d be back to doing things as soon as school let out. I just wanted that time to come as quickly as possible.
Finally, as the holidays grew closer — as midterms finished and classes closed, and a light dusting of snow covered the roads in anticipation of Santa’s arrival — we all started to awaken from our sexual slumber. Like a group of incest-obsessed, libido-driven, hibernating bears awakening to meet the dawn.
Two days before the break, Lindsay caught my arm as we did the post-dinner dishes. She didn’t have to say a word, I could see what she wanted by the glint in her eye. But, being my younger sister, she said it anyway. Right out loud.
“I want to do our thing,” Lindsay said. Her fingernails bit into my bicep, right through my sweater. Instinctively, I looked around for Lucy (we’d been kind of a package deal), but my older sister was out with friends. “Just us is OK.”
“What thing is that exactly?” Mom asked, eyebrow arching in a mirror of her oldest daughter.
Like I said, Lindsay and I were standing right there in the kitchen. And my little sister had been none too quiet about her request. Talking loudly over the running water and all. God, but Lindsay had a way of getting us in trouble.
Fortunately, she also had the ability to talk herself right back out of it.
“Videogames,” Lindsay said, flightily, tilting her head.
“I thought you didn’t like that stuff,” Mom said, “You gave me that whole speech about how it’s all empty and meaningless. Spiritually bankrupt.” My mom did air quotes as she spoke the last two words.
“Yeah, but then Dylan showed me this neat game where you grow vegetables and you have to collect different seeds, but they only grow during select seasons and they change each day so…”
And my sister was off to the races. I don’t know if her rambling was on purpose or just the way her brain worked but it didn’t matter because in moments it was clear our mom had completely checked out of the conversation. It was such a good cover that I could almost forgive my sister for causing the chaos in the first place.
Once mom was subdued, we finished washing and Lindsay led me up to her bedroom. She carefully closed the door, then flopped down on the floor. Without even a preamble, my little sister took her top off. She had on just a purple sports bra with striped, black-and-white yoga pants.
“Come on Dylan, don’t waste time,” Lindsay said, “I need your energy to weave with mine.”
“Uh huh,” I said, still not buying into my sister’s mumbo jumbo any more than I needed to get off. “Everything?”
“Heck yeah, everything!” Lindsay said. She pulled her bra up over her head, revealing her little, pinkish breasts. Then she stripped off her bottoms as well, leaving her completely bare. Lindsay’s pussy was completely shaved; it looked so full and welcoming. Damn, my baby sister had a great body. Lithe like a sculpture, yet soft and warm and oh-so-sexy.
Lindsay let out a little happy gasp when my dick popped free. She reached out to grab it, instinctual, but then stopped herself. I tilted my head at her, but my little sister didn’t explain. Instead, she brushed her impossibly long brown hair out of her eyes, reached between her legs, and started rubbing.
“That looks so good, Dylan,” Lindsay said. Her green eyes focused on my dick like it was the center of the universe.
“You look so good,” I said. I know, again, judging my vocabulary while my dick is in my hands isn’t the fairest thing in the world.
It didn’t take long for either of us to get off. Lindsay let out her usual high-pitched squeak as her body folded in on itself. I wasn’t far after, spurting hot seed all over my sister’s incredible little body.
“Oh Goddess,” Lindsay groaned, “I can’t wait to have your stuff inside me.”
*
The next morning, one day before break, Lucy jutted her chin at me over breakfast. I couldn’t hide my confusion. My older sister couldn’t possibly mean she wanted a press. Sure, my parents and Jan had already hit the road. But didn’t we have school?
“My finals are finished,” Lucy said, “And you don’t have a test till this afternoon.”
“Oh,” I said, “Right.” Was it weird that my sister knew my schedule better than me? Was it weirder that that wasn’t even in the top five of weird things between me and my sister? “But what about Lindsay?”
“She told me she already got hers last night.”
I did my best not to blush. “Don’t we still have to drive her to class?”
Lucy’s mouth quirked, but it quickly shifted into a big, dirty grin. “Yes,” my older sister said, “Yes we do.”
The three of us got in the car. Lindsay didn’t question why it took two siblings to take her to school. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed a little spacier after our evening session. Like the lingering fumes of her orgasm was still lingering somewhere inside her.
After we let Lindsay go, Lucy turned us back towards home. But then my older sister took a few turns, and we found ourselves heading down a quiet road. I recognized we were heading towards the nature preserve. Though I didn’t think Lucy was looking to go bird watching.
We turned down a gravel path and parked in a spot on the side of the road. It was early in the morning on a weekday; the little lot was empty. Lucy switched off her car and stepped out, stretching in the frigid air. I climbed out on the other side and eyed her.
Lucy was wearing a long white coat that went down past her knees. She had on a matching, knit white hat. Her blonde hair hung down in braids on either side of her face. Lucy’s cheeks were already ruddy, making her blue eyes seem to sparkle even more than usual. It was cold enough that I could see her breath.
We trudged down a rock path, past bare trees and snow-dusted rocks. Our footsteps crunched loudly on brown leaves. The place was beyond empty; even the animals had decamped for the season.
Turning past a boulder taller than the two of us combined, we came to a tiny, open picnic area. Several wooden tables were scattered next to rusty, metal barbecue stands. The clearing was surrounded by tall, thin trees.
The scene was peaceful, quiet, but my sister was anything but. Lucy shoved me back onto the top of a picnic table. She reached for my belt, and in seconds, my pants and boxers were around my ankles. The wooden table felt icy on my bare butt. But my cock knew what was coming and was already at attention. I swear I could see steam coming off it.
Lucy stood over me. She unbuttoned her coat but left it on. Then she stepped out of her pants. My older sister’s amazing blonde pussy was right in front of my face. Despite everything we’d done, I’d never really gotten a good look before. Like my other sisters’, it was perfect (and I’m aware of what a weird thought all that is).
For a moment, I thought Lucy was about to full-on mount me, breaking a barrier we’d set up months before after I’d accidentally almost knocked her up. But my older sister wasn’t all the way back to that place. Not yet, anyway.
Lucy did climb on top of me, but her head was by my crotch, putting her sweet, soft sex in the right place for my tongue. There was no need for further explanation. We went at each other like we were crazed. Wild.
The cold had a part in it for sure. Every time my dick slipped from Lucy’s warm mouth, I swore it was going to freeze right off. But it was more than that. We needed each other. Craved the lewd, depraved intimacy of it. The wet, loud, sloppy slurping that removed any doubt that we were animals in heat.
Before, Lucy had cleaned my dick after Lindsay had sucked me off, but she’d never actually given me head. My cock had been in my sister’s pussy but never my tongue. Yet the two of us plunged into oral pleasures in public like practiced savants. We brought each other off with the ardor of the starving. When my sister came — her clit jammed under my tongue — her shout echoed through the thin winter air. My own cum spurted out of me, hot, soon after. Lucy gulp, gulp, gulped it all down.
We lay on top of each other, panting. Suddenly, I felt exceptionally cold. Lucy leapt off me and threw on her pants. I did the same and we raced, shivering, back to the car. Lucy laughing hysterically as she fumbled the keys to finally fire up the engine. She blasted the heat as high as she could.
I looked over at my sister, trembling. She shot me a similar expression. This was utter madness. Complete, ecstatic, blissful insanity. I didn’t ever want to let it go. The heat finally kicked in and I stopped shaking. Lucy took in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. As we stared out the windshield, a few snowflakes drifted languidly onto the windshield.
“I’m happy,” Lucy said out of nowhere.
“Anything in particular?”
“No,” Lucy said, “All of it. None of it. The last few years have been… I’m just happy.”
“Me too.”
Another pause. Lucy seemed to be tumbling something around in her mind. Finally, she oriented it in a way she was comfortable with and let it slide out.
“Remember Randy Hotguy?”
“That dude you had a crush on at school?” I remembered him. Lucy had brought him up as an example of someone she thought about when we pressed, back in the beginnings of all this. She didn’t know his name, he was just a random hot guy, so we named him that. Kind of as a joke.
“He asked me out yesterday.”
“Really? That’s, um. Yeah, wow. That’s great.”
“I turned him down,” Lucy said.
“What? Why?”
“You know why.”
I supposed that I did. But we weren’t supposed to say those things out loud, were we?
“Look, I don’t know what this is,” Lucy said, gesturing between the two of us “But I know that I want it.”
“Me too,” I said. I hadn’t even realized it till that moment. But I knew that it was true. It couldn’t be love, not between siblings. Not in that way. But here we were, and I didn’t ever want it to end.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And everything else? All the stuff that comes with it?” Lucy asked.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said, more confident than I felt. “What about Lindsay?”
“What about her?” Lucy asked. She flipped down the sunshade and opened the mirror, checking her face for any evidence of my spend.
“I guess she’s part of this now,” I said, “We all are.” I didn’t dare say the J-name out loud. At least, not yet.
“I don’t mind Lindsay,” Lucy said. A little smile played on her face. “As long we’re, you know, us.”
“Lindsay wants us to have sex,” I said, “Not just what we’ve been doing. You know. All the way. She keeps talking about it.”
“So?”
“Well, I mean. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea,” I said, “She wants me to do it. To finish. You know, in her.”
“I don’t blame her,” Lucy said.
“You don’t think it’s, like, a bad idea?” I asked, “Beyond the sibling thing. What with the risk and all?”
“I think it’s none of my business what you and Lindsay do together,” Lucy said.
I gave my sister a jaundiced eye.
“Fine,” Lucy said, “I guess what I mean is, it’s not up to me. But personally? I think you should go for it.”
“Seriously?”
“You’ve done almost everything else with her,” Lucy said, “What’s the big deal, really?”
“Even after everything that happened with you and me? When I… When we almost…”
“I think a lot about that too,” Lucy said, “I have a lot of regrets.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I screwed up. I’m just so stupid. I can’t tell you how awful I feel about all of it. The danger I put us in.”
“Stop,” Lucy said. She put her fingers on my lips. “The only thing I feel bad about is that we stopped.”
*
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, searching for answers to questions I didn’t even know how to ask. My hot younger sister (who was very much not on birth control) was outright demanding intercourse. My gorgeous older sister was straight up searching for a real relationship. Both requests felt impossibly foolish yet undeniably inescapable. I should have felt like I won the lottery. Two beautiful women wanted to be with me and neither minded the other, to boot. But then, didn’t most lottery winners also end up horribly depressed and miserable?
My phone buzzed and I looked down. For some reason, it showed me the text that Jan had sent two weeks before.
“Come.”
I checked again. Then I realized — my phone wasn’t notifying me about an old message. I’d gotten a new one. I popped out of bed like a piping hot bagel half.
The house was silent. Everything was pitch dark. The next day was Christmas Eve, and I could make out a few branches of our still-undecorated tree at the end of the hall. I turned to my oldest sister’s bedroom before I got there — I knew a much better present was waiting inside.
Once again, I found Jan in bed, reading a book. She had her dark hair up in the usual bun and she was wearing her reading glasses. She had on a silky, black top that, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear was lingerie.
Jan nodded and took off her glasses when I came in. She slid out from under the covers to reveal a pair of matching dark shorts. She didn’t say a word, just sashayed over to the desk chair and put it into place. Then she reached into her drawer and pulled out her lavender companion. I smiled and, this time, it wasn’t from mirth. I was legitimately happy to see the fellow. It meant that I wasn’t here for a quick stroke. We were going to have FUN.
As if to confirm my thoughts, Jan stood up and immediately stripped down. I hadn’t seen her naked the last time and it was, truly, a revelation. Jan didn’t have Lindsay’s toned tummy. And she lacked Lucy’s massive breasts. But my oldest sister’s body was beyond what I could have imagined. Her breasts were full, yet still perky. Her hips flared out at a perfect curve. Her long legs and trim flank — it was like finding a goddess living in my sister’s bedroom.
Then, as a grand finale, Jan reached back and undid her hair. It fell past her shoulders in full, dark waves like liquid onyx. Fuck. Me.
“What?” Jan tilted her head. She’d caught me drooling, no doubt.
I responded by stepping out of my own clothes. There was nothing I could say that would explain to my oldest sister exactly what she’d shown me. And while I knew my own body couldn’t compete, it was the only card I had to play. Fortunately, Jan eyed my dick with the same perverted wonder that I’d just given her. She grinned, wickedly.
Jan sat down on her desk chair, spreading her legs like a swan’s wings. She dipped her dildo to her clit, then flicked it on. The room filled with a buzz and a gasp.
I took my place on Jan’s bed, facing her. My cock firmly in hand. I gave it only the most cursory of strokes. I was going to enjoy this show for as long as possible. Plus, I had another plan in mind. One I’d been working out for the last two weeks, just hoping I’d get another shot at this.
“Such a naughty sister,” I said.
Jan’s eyes went wide. Her leg kicked.
“Bad little girl, showing your little brother your pussy.”
She gasped. Her eyes rolled back. Just like that, a few well-placed words, and already I’d made my sister cum. A tiny one to be sure, but no less magnificent for all that it meant.
“You like that, little perv? Watching me cum?” Jan asked. Her azure eyes were alight — now that it was clear that I got the game, it was time to take the gloves off and play.
“Sick sister, you want your baby brother’s cock, don’t you?” I started to stroke myself faster, practically waving my dick at my sister like a scarlet cape at a bull. “You’re not supposed to want that.”
“Gross brother, staring at sissy’s pussy,” Jan snarled, “You want to — OH! — stick it in me, don’t you? That’s incest, you perv.”
“You wish,” I said, “You’d love to feel your brother’s long, thick cock fill your forbidden cunt. You’re practically pissing on the floor you want it so bad.”
“Oh… OH!” Jan’s legs kicked out. She reached with her free hand and pinched her left tit purple. She let out a long, anguished squeal of delight as her orgasm overtook her. This wasn’t the little bump of before, it was a mountain. And my older sister howled as she soared off the cliffside.
By the time she came down, she was bathed in sweat and her own slick juices. Her thighs shiny. Dark hair stuck to the side of her face. Jan dropped her dildo to the floor. She looked beaten, but her eyes were so intense — so filled with erotic energy — they looked ready to power a whole city block.
“Do it,” Jan said, her voice ragged and thin. “Cum on your sick sister. Cover me with your thick, incestuous seed.”
I jammed at my cock with abandon. All my patience from before was working against me. I stood up, stuck my dick practically in Jan’s face. Stroked like an animal.
“You want that brother dick,” I said. Forcing out each word felt like a phenomenal effort. “That sibling spend. You want my load on your face. On your tits. In your unprotected pussy.”
“Oh GOD!” Jan’s legs kicked out. She hadn’t even touched herself, but the orgasm showed up anyway. Her eyes rolled back in her head, hard.
My own ecstasy grabbed hold of me. I spurted onto my sister. A thick glob of pearlescence spattered her right on her face. The next hit lower, on her lovely breast.
“Uhn…naughty boy.” Jan gasped out. “Cumming all over your big sister.”
Jan tumbled out of the chair and onto the floor, still shaking on the ground. I stood over her, as if my sister was a precious flower and I was watering her with my cum. Like she was an inferno, and this was the only way to put her out.
I fell to the ground next to Jan. My cock was now soft and sticky in my hand. Still, the bliss rolled over me. We sat there on the hard, wood floor. Barely touching. Glorifying in our shared ecstasy.
My breath slowed. The orgasm drained out of me. I felt awkward but satiated. Jan snuggled up next to me. She wrapped her long arms around my shoulders. I tried to think of the last time my oldest sister had hugged me. The only answer I could come up with was ‘never.’
“Such a good little brother,” Jan said. She kissed my cheek, lightly. I realized she smelled a bit like licorice. “Making your big sister feel so good.”
I stepped away from the bed and started to make my way to the door. I don’t know why it all came to me at once, how odd all this was. Lucy and I had always been close. Even before the pressing. So, it felt natural to me, in a very unnatural way, that we’d fallen into things together.
With Lindsay, I don’t know. I guess that didn’t really make much sense either. But my younger sister had a way of making upside down seem right side up. It was merely a matter of seeing things from her perspective. Of course we’d fool around. Whyever not?
I couldn’t say the same with Jan and I guess that got to me. Was this just fun? Or something far more dangerous?
“What are we doing here, really?” I asked my oldest sister.
I turned around to face her. She was in bed. Her black hair was already back in its bun. Her nose buried in her book. Jan cocked her eyebrow in that signature expression of hers. Like a sexy Mr. Spock.
“We’re masturbating?” Jan asked.
“Yes, I get that,” I said, “I just mean, like, what are we doing?”
Jan let out a long sigh, like I was the most exasperating person in the whole universe. As if my question wasn’t actually so overloaded with merit that it might tip us all over.
“I’m stuck home,” Jan said, “I have nothing to do except work. And seeing you, Lindsay, and Lucy together? Well, I guess you three found a way to make the time pass. Better than reading books, anyway.”
“It has its benefits,” I said, with a wry smirk.
“So why can’t I enjoy it, too?” Jan asked.
I nodded my head. That made sense in a very Jan way.
“So, this is all because you’re bored,” I said, “And a little jealous?”
“Something like that,” Jan said, like that was the most natural response in the world. “You don’t have to worry about feelings with me, Dylan. I don’t do angry or jealous or sad. I just don’t come with those settings. You know that better than maybe anyone.”
“So, there’s nothing like, more to this,” I said.
“Yes, my evil plan to ensnare my older brother,” Jan said, tenting her fingers like an animated maniac, “Please. I don’t even know how that would play out. I saw you guys doing something and I wanted in. Nothing more. OK?”
“OK.”
“Besides,” my oldest sister said with a wicked grin, “It’s fun to be bad.”
*
I blinked awake the next morning, feeling warm and cozy. I heard voices coming from downstairs. The thought raced into my mind: it was Christmas Eve. I’d made it.
This wasn’t the big day, but that didn’t matter. Lindsay’s school was closed. Lucy and I were done with classes. Jan’s office was shut till after New Year’s. We were about to have an absolute orgy of incestuous delights. Santa could crash into a mountain for all I cared.
The voices from downstairs got louder. I realized that I wasn’t hearing the soft sounds of family celebrating the upcoming holiday. They were shouting. Arguing. This was a full-on fight.
Despite my better judgement, I spilled out of bed, pulled on PJ pants and a white t-shirt, and raced downstairs. I found my entire family in the living room, standing on opposite sides like they were spoiling for a brawl. My father was already halfway out the door. Mom trailed behind him.
Jan, Lindsay, and Lucy were on the other side of the living room. Everyone turned to look at me when I reached the top of the stairs.
“What’s going on?” I asked, stupidly.
“All of you need to learn to be grateful for what you have!” Mom screeched. She and Dad slammed the door behind them. I swore I could hear them storming down the front steps. Even the rumble of Dad’s car sounded angry as he drove off.
The living room was silent. I turned to look at my sisters.
“What just happened?” I asked, again being dumb.
“I just offered to help decorate the tree,” Lucy said. Her blue eyes were wide. Her bottom lip trembled.
“Dad went batshit,” Jan said. She was holding a cup of coffee in her hand so hard it was shaking slightly. Her fingers were white with the tension of it.
“I noticed,” I said.
“Seriously, that was nuts,” Lindsay said.
“Lucy offered to help decorate the tree,” Jan said, “Like she said.”
“Then Dad lost it,” Lindsay said, “Started shouting about how we should be happy with what we have.”
Lucy sniffled. “I didn’t mean it that way, I swear. I just wanted to be helpful.”
“We know,” Jan said, firmly. She’d told me the day before she didn’t ‘do’ angry. Well, she sure seemed pissed off in that moment. “Dad went into this whole rant about how we all need to respect his hard work and stop being ‘ungrateful little…’ Well, you know.”
“It got worse from there,” Lindsay said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
All three sisters nodded.
“He said a lot of hurtful things,” Lucy said, “About us being spoiled and selfish and, um, stuff.”
“I’d happily go to work,” I said, “He’s the one that forbid us from doing it.”
“Well, apparently he’s angry about it, anyway,” Jan said, “Along with a host of other crap.”
“What did Mom do?” I asked.
“You saw that part,” Lindsay said, “She took his side. Repeated everything he said and added on.”
“All because Lucy offered to help with the tree,” I said, shaking my head.
“I’m pretty sure this is about more than Christmas,” Jan said.
Lucy slumped against the wall, looking distraught. “I swear I didn’t mean it,” she mumbled to herself.
“So what do we do now?” I asked.
“I’ll apologize to them both when they get home,” Lucy said.
Jan rolled her eyes. “We already did that and it didn’t do anything.”
“So then what do you suggest?” Lucy asked.
“Girls, we’re not going to get anywhere better by fighting each other,” Lindsay said.
“Dad’s being a dick and Mom’s acting like a jerk,” Jan said, “There’s nothing we can do. Just wait for them to cool off.”
That didn’t seem like much of a solution. If anything, it felt like that was only going to make things fester further. But I didn’t feel like it was my place to tell my sisters what to do.
So, instead, we all sat in the living room, looking at each other like we’d just been through a bombing. Which I suppose was sort of true. We stayed that way for a while, saying very little. I was confused, bewildered. The girls were all devastated. A poisonous mix of embarrassment, regret, and indignance (you can probably guess who was what).
What should have been a celebration now felt like a funeral.
*
We spent the rest of the day quiet, like tiptoeing through a crime scene. I didn’t need to study, but I stayed in my room anyway. I thought about everything I’d been anticipating. All I could hope was that a few hours would pass, and my family would be in a better place.
My parents came home, and we had a chaste and uncomfortable dinner. Lucy spoke up to apologize, but Dad waved her off.
“Don’t bother,” he said, with all the aggression of a threat. Mom just glared at us over our forkfuls.
Christmas morning, I thought we’d see things thaw. But no such luck. We opened our gifts quietly, in corners, then shuffled off to our rooms. The day before, I’d thought that maybe this would blow over and we’d be back to fooling around. Now, I wasn’t sure if we’d already ended the holiday before it barely had a chance to start. My most anticipated week was looking like it was going to be nothing more than a long march through misery. God help me, I actually started to look forward to going back to school.
That afternoon, with the house so quiet you’d think it was empty, I was watching videos on my phone when it buzzed. I swiped over to the text app.
Another message from Jan. Actually, the same message from Jan. I had three of them now.
Come
Come
Come
There was something really dirty about it (I could hear my sister in my head, chanting those words), and for the first time in days, I actually smiled.
For a moment, I stopped myself. Things were already tense. Was this really such a great idea? Then I realized: things were so tense, this was a fantastic idea!
Carefully, I opened my door and slipped down the hall. I doubted anyone was going to notice, but getting caught now felt like it carried extra consequences. I had on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I guess, if someone saw me, I could say I was going to the bathroom.
I opened my oldest sister’s door. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me, seriously. I wondered if she’d been waiting that way the whole time. Jan had on the same, black lingerie from the time before. On my sister, it looked oddly professional. Like she could have worn the outfit to the office, if she chose.
Like an overdue Christmas miracle, my cock sprang to life. Jan’s face broke into a grin. She shucked off her shorts. I took off my pants. Was this going to be one of our quickies or would we take the time to play around?
“Bad little brother,” Jan said, “Making me touch your cock.”
Sure enough, my oldest sister reached out and grabbed my dong, pulling me within comfortable reach. She stroked me up and down.
“Do it, sis,” I said, my brain racing to take in all of what this meant. “Make me feel good.”
“Oh, but it’s so wrong,” Jan said, “Stroking off my brother.
I reached for Jan’s breasts beneath her silky top. The slipperiness of them under the silk was something else. I found her nipples and pinched, slightly. Jan groaned.
“Bad… little… brother…”
I wasn’t going to last long in my oldest sister’s grasp. The talking, the unfamiliarity of her fingers, the way her oh-so-serious face was twisted with desire — she didn’t need much skill to get me off. The fact that Jan was also, actually fantastic at this was just the cherry on top of our incestuous sundae.
Jan reached behind her, where her violet friend was waiting. She took the dildo with her free hand and started to work it into her pussy. The buzzing monstrosity stretched her nether lips, lewdly. Oh my God. It was happening. All of it.
I was going to cum any second. Would Jan let me spray on her chest? Her face? And what then? Was I going to finger my oldest sister’s pussy? Or even better, get her off with my tongue? I was so entranced by all the possibilities of what was about to happen, that I lost track of what was going on in the moment.
Until I heard a gasp.
It wasn’t one of pleasure, or desire. A short, sharp, high-pitched intake of breath. It didn’t come from Jan. The sound led my eyes to the bedroom door. It was cracked open. A pair of green eyes stared back at me. Mouth open in shock.
Lindsay.
My cock went from 60 to 0 in seconds. From about to cum to completely soft. Shit.
“What…?” Jan looked up at me. Then back at the door. Our eyes met. Both of us thinking the same exact thing.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I threw on my pants and scrambled out of Jan’s room. I went right to Lindsay’s door and knocked. No response. I was about to shout her name, but I stopped myself. This was already so, so bad. Drawing attention only made things way worse.
I walked back to Jan’s room, dejected. My sister was dressed, sitting back on her bed the perfect expression of disinterest.
“What have we done?” I asked her.
She didn’t have an answer for me.
*
I’m sure you’re thinking that it wasn’t that big of a deal. How could Lindsay be upset about catching me doing something that she, herself, had been up to?
But that was sort of the problem right there. Lindsay and I had been doing all kinds of dirty stuff together. We had an implied trust, if not an overt one. And I’d shattered it by not sharing what was going on with Jan. Having a threesome with your wife doesn’t also give you permission to have a mistress on the side. In fact, it makes the betrayal feel all the deeper.
“Let me explain,” I said, the next morning over breakfast.
“There’s no need,” Lucy said, looking protectively over at Lindsay. Apparently, my sisters had shared the news.
“It’s just, Jan and I…”
“I saw everything about you and Jan,” Lindsay spat.
“I should have said something,” I said, “Before.”
“Whatever,” Lucy said. She and Lindsay both glared at me in the exact same way. It was uncanny in a very upsetting way. “Don’t let us stop you.”
As bad as the day before had felt, this was worse. For one thing, I was right in the center of it this time. But moreso, what happened with our parents was upsetting but not permanent. Hell, half of me was convinced that the whole reason all of this had started was as a way of feeling better about our situation with Mom and Dad.
But this had a direct effect on our activities. Time wouldn’t heal it and apologies didn’t help. I’d managed to mess things up even worse.
When I went to talk to Jan about it, she shut me out, too. “I think it’s better for us to let things cool off for a bit,” she explained, before closing her door in my face.
I didn’t need a translation to know that ‘a bit’ meant ‘for the rest of our natural lives.’
And just like that, everything we’d been heading towards was gone — poof! — like an oasis flipping back to endless desert.
*
The holiday week dragged on. Every day was a reminder of what should have been but wasn’t. I tried a few more times to talk to my sisters, but they completely shut me out. It’s not like I didn’t understand what I’d done. I just desperately wanted, needed, to fix things. And Lucy, Lindsay, and Jan made it clear — I couldn’t.
The thing with my parents didn’t untangle itself either. Mom and Dad rededicated themselves to work and when they were home, everything felt like dry tinder. Like even the smallest spark would lead to an explosion. So mostly we ignored each other. Not talking, by the way, really helps make relationships work. Like gasoline on a fire.
I spent as much time separated as I could. In my room or out for walks. Most of my friends had moved away from town and the ones that hadn’t, well, what would we talk about, exactly? The fact that I was back at home instead of away for school? Or that our family was broke and barely getting by? Or how about the fact that my mutual masturbation club with my sisters had just imploded? Yes, I was better off by myself for sure.
Finally, on Friday, I got a knock on my bedroom door. Lucy was standing there, eyeing me coldly. She had on a blue sweater that accentuated her eyes. I couldn’t hide the relief on my face at seeing her.
I was so surprised to see my buxom blonde sister, that I forgot how to speak. Before I could sputter out my apology/explanation/plead for mercy, Lucy spoke.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Lucy said, straight off.
“OK?”
“We got an invite from Kara,” Lucy said. Her affect stayed flat.
Kara was Lucy’s best friend from high school. I’d had a crush on her, and it turned out, she was maybe interested in me, as well. Over Thanksgiving, we’d kinda, sorta, accidentally introduced her to our incestuous playtime. I hadn’t heard from her since, though, and I assumed it was because she’d had doubts about everything we’d done. I wouldn’t blame her.
“She’s having a big holiday party at her house,” Lucy continued, “She invited all of us, even Jan.”
“Even me?”
“Especially you,” Lucy said. The disdain stayed stamped on her face.
“It’s fine, you guys have fun,” I said. I went to shut the door.
“Dylan,” Lucy caught it before I could close it. For a moment, I saw a bit of worry slip out.
“I know, OK,” I said, “I know. I fucked up. Big time. With all of you. Just, have fun. I’ll be fine.”
“We’re all really upset right now,” Lucy said, “But that doesn’t mean I… Look, Kara specifically asked me to invite you. I’m angry, sure, but I’m not cruel. She really wants you there. And I think it’ll be nice if we all go.”
“Will it help if I let you smash my head into a wall while we’re there?” I asked.
Lucy smiled, like she didn’t want to but couldn’t stop herself. “It’s worth a try.”
*
All four of us piled into Jan’s car and she drove us to the party. Yes, even my oldest sister agreed to go. I think we all wanted out of the house. On top of what I’d done, the incident with our parents was still looming over us. A chance to pretend at normality for a while really appealed. Or, at least the opportunity to get sloppy drunk.
I was wearing a dark sweater with grey slacks. Lucy, Lindsay and Jan all had dark dresses on. We looked formal, like we were going to church rather than a celebration. I guess it just matched our moods. For a moment, I let myself think that maybe everything would be OK. That this was a sign of the ice breaking.
Kara’s house was massive. A mansion at the top of a hill on the end of a cul-de-sac. I’d known that Lucy’s best friend was well to do, but this was ridiculous. Even when things had been going good for our family, it had never been like this.
We parked on the street and then walked up to the door. The place was already jumping, Christmas music blaring. Flashing lights with one of those giant skeletons wearing a Santa hat on the lawn.
Kara, herself greeted us at the door. The cute brunette was wearing an ugly Rudolph sweater and with a reindeer horn headband. She gave us all hugs, saving an extra tight squeeze for me.
“I’m so happy you all made it,” she said, still looking me in the eyes. I wish I could tell you that with everything else going on in my life, my body was unable to respond to this overt flirting. But I cannot.
Kara led us into the house, pointing out where we could get drinks and how to find the bathroom. The place wasn’t too crowded, but then it’d take an army to make that house feel overstuffed.
When she was done, Kara grabbed Lucy’s arm and led her back to the kitchen. My other sisters immediately split off, leaving me holding a red, plastic Solo cup and standing awkwardly in the living room. I found a couch to sit on and stared off into the distance.
I ran into a few people I recognized from high school. I had the same, awkward conversation with five different people. Yes, living back at home. No, Community College wasn’t too bad. No, no girlfriend. Yes, just hanging out and playing videogames.
Still, it was sort of nice to socialize. People were very polite; far less judgy than I’d have imagined. A few were actually supportive. Maybe a party wasn’t too bad a thing, after all.
At one point, I decided I want to go find Kara. Yes, I know it was self-interested and probably stupid. But the truth was, a girl I still had a serious crush on had expressed interest and I wasn’t going to give up the opportunity. Not so much despite what was happening with my siblings but because of it.
But, as I wandered the whole lower floor of the house, I couldn’t find her. The woman who’d insisted I show up to her party, who’d flirted with me hard, was nowhere to be seen. I started to wonder at the whole setup for why I was at this party. Why was I even here? Why had my whole family been invited? None of it made sense.
I ended up downstairs in the finished basement, standing to the side and watching basketball on a big screen TV with about eight other dudes. It wasn’t a game I really cared about, but I must have gotten involved because I didn’t notice I’d drawn someone’s attention until I felt a hand on my elbow.
I turned to see a redhead, fairly attractive, twenty-something woman in a shimmery, green dress. Her eyes lit up as I turned her way.
“You’re Lucy’s little brother, Dylan,” she said.
I was surprised at her recognition. I didn’t know her from high school, did I?
“No, I’m Wendy. Kenny’s fiancee,” she said, “He’s Kara’s older brother?”
“Oh right,” I said, “Kara mentioned you both at Thanksgiving.”
If Wendy had any idea about what had gone on over that holiday, she made no sign.
“I didn’t realize Kara’s brother was here,” I said.
“Oh yes, the whole family wanted to host this,” Wendy said, “Well, the parents are off in Cabo. But everyone else is around here somewhere. Actually, that’s why I came over to talk to you. I was wondering if you’d seen Kenny anywhere. I haven’t been able to find him.”
“I haven’t,” I said, “I was actually looking for Kara before but I didn’t find her either.”
Somehow, I still didn’t put it together.
Wendy and I shared a shrug and agreed to look for them together. We wandered around, weaving past unfamiliar faces, but we didn’t see either sibling. Instead, we found mine. Jan, specifically.
“I’m over this,” she told me, forcefully. She grabbed my elbow tight enough to hurt. As if I hadn’t already gotten her message. “We need to find the Ells and the fuck out of here.”
I gave Wendy a polite goodbye and let my oldest sister drag me along.
“I hate high school parties,” Jan said, pulling me from room to room.
“I’m pretty sure everyone here is in college or older,” I said.
“It’s still a high school party,” Jan said. I knew what she meant.
We found Lindsay sitting out in the backyard, sitting on a folding chair in front of a stone firepit with about five other people. They were all passing a joint around. I thought for sure my younger sister would argue for more time, but she popped out of her seat and hurried over as soon as she saw us.
“This place is getting my chi all tangled,” Lindsay said, as if that was a basic observation. “Also, the pot sucks.”
The three of us continued our methodical search of the house. I assumed we’d find Lucy with Kara, after all the two of them had gone off together. But instead, my buxom blonde sister was standing by herself in the kitchen, nursing a beer.
“Please tell me we’re leaving,” Lucy said, “I’ve been hit on by five different guys and the best pickup line by far was ‘hey bitch, nice tits.'”
“That bad, huh?” I asked.
“Do yourself a favor,” Lucy said to me, “Don’t ever be a girl.”
“That’s the best advice I’ve heard all night,” Jan said.
“I’m really sorry guys,” Lucy said, “I thought this would be fun. A break from, well, everything.”
“It’s OK,” Lindsay said.
“Honestly, this whole thing has been weird,” Lucy continued, “Kara disappeared about a minute in, I haven’t seen anyone I know. I’m not even sure why she bothered inviting us.”
“Yeah, the whole thing’s been really odd,” I said, “Like one long joke with no punchline.”
“I’m pretty OK with missing the punchline,” Jan said.
“I just want to find Kara and thank her for inviting us,” Lucy said, “Then we can go.”
“Send her a text,” Jan said, “Seriously.”
“I’ll feel really guilty if we don’t at least try,” Lucy said, a bit little-girl-pouty.
Jan let out a sigh but nodded her acquiescence.
*
We checked everywhere — back to the finished basement, the formal dining room, some kind of conservatory — Kara wasn’t there. I was beginning to think she’d left the party entirely. On the plus side though, I now knew where to go if I wanted to host a live game of Clue.
Finally, we climbed the stairs and went down the dark hallway, past the bedrooms. Up here was oddly quiet. Weirdly foreboding. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Like the victim in a horror movie.
“We should go,” I told Lucy, grabbing my sister’s arm tightly.
We all walked forward anyway, as if inexorably pulled. The last door in the hall was cracked open. A pool of light spilled out. I swore I heard a rhythmic squeaking. Like a heartbeat but far too high pitched.
We could see into the room well before we got to the end. It looked like their parents’ bedroom. Pictures of the parents lined the walls. A wedding day photo. A shot of them at sunset on a yacht. There was a king-sized bed on a massive mahogany frame. Kara was on it.
I’m not sure what grabbed my attention first. It all hit me at once, like getting hit by a fire hose. One huge burst and I was soaked with the knowledge of what I was seeing. I list it all in an order, but that doesn’t really cover how it came at my comprehension
Kara was on all fours. Completely naked. By her face, his dick forced lewdly into her mouth, was one man. He looked a bit younger than her. Behind her, his cock stuffed obscenely in her pussy, was another man. He looked a bit older than Kara. And I knew, without doubt — in that same very moment — that both these boys were Kara’s brothers.
Kevin was the one getting sucked off. Head back, eyes squeezed shut, while his older sister lapped and gulped on his dick with a kind of frenzied abandon. He held her head in place, needlessly. Pulling at her hair and ears. Grunting and gasping at every sloppy slurp.
Kenny, whose fiancee I’d met not so long before, was the one doing his baby sister from behind. He grabbed and slapped at her skinny butt while he threw himself into her with abandon. I kind of violent, aggressive plunging that looked more primal than fraternal.
Stupidly, my first thought was about the door. Did they accidentally leave it open? As if that was the most important aspect of what the four of us were witnessing. Like privacy was everyone’s primary concern.
The two brothers fucked at their sister’s holes wildly. Angrily. Using her in a way that actually made me viscerally uncomfortable. And Kara was clearly loving it.
The skinny brunette was mewling and moaning in concert with her brothers. She worshipped her brother’s cock as it pummeled her throat. She arched her back and rolled her ass as her other brother plumbed her depths. As they pulled her hair and bruised her body, Kara seemed to thrum with pleasure.
“Fuck sis, your mouth feels so good,” Kevin said.
“You should. Try. Her sweet. Slutty pussy,” Kenny gasped out.
“Nah, I think I’m just gonna take her ass,” Kevin said.
Those words triggered something in Kara. She spit out her brother’s cock trying to cry out. Her body bucked as an orgasm burst through her. As soon as the air was back in her lungs, her younger brother’s cock was back in her mouth.
They were doing her from both ends. One, I’m pretty sure it was Kevin, had his cock in his older sister’s mouth. The other, Kenny (who’s fiancee I’d met a while before) was stuffing his younger sister from behind.
I looked over at my sisters for the first time. All of them had the same looks of shock on their faces. There was something horrifyingly hypnotizing about the whole thing. Everything that was going on in front of us. Nothing made us stay. We couldn’t find the way to leave.
It wasn’t just the sibling similarities. How the three of them were twisted reflections of each other. The genetic material mixed between the three as they stirred their taboo stew.
It was more than the inherent wrongness of the act. Kenny’s doting fiancee was right downstairs. He wasn’t just fucking his sister, committing incest; it was an act of infidelity as well. And sharing it all with his younger brother.
Plus, the violence of it. The hunger. The odd desperation of how all three of them gave into their need. It was wild, out of control. Watching it made me feel sick and wonderful all at once. Like eating too much icing where your teeth begin to ache.
I get what you’re probably thinking: how could I feel revulsion at seeing something I was doing with my own sisters. Well, I could fig leaf the whole thing and say ‘yeah, but we weren’t fucking’ which is factually accurate but actually false. We all knew where things had been heading.
In truth, I don’t have a rational explanation except to say that doing a thing and watching someone else do it are two different thing. I feel pretty safe in saying it that way, because I wasn’t the only one taken aback. The looks on my sisters’ faces all said the same exact thing.
Kevin didn’t say a word when he reached his peak. He grabbed his older sister’s head and shoved it forward. She choked. He bucked. Tears ran down her cheeks. Sperm leaked out of her mouth.
“Fuck yeah, sis,” Kevin said, “Take it like a good little slut.”
Kenny, however, made his next act abundantly clear.
“I’m gonna cum in your pussy!” he cried out.
“Yes!” Kara shouted, her mouth finally free. “Give your sister your load!”
“Oh FUCK!” Kenny said. He grabbed his sister’s behind, shoving deep. His cock twitched as he pumped her full of seed. I was sure Kara was using protection, but some part of me felt the wrongness all the same.
Kara cried out as her brother’s seed filled her. Kevin grunted with every burst. Even Kenny seemed to react, a little chuckle escaped his lips.
The siblings all settled onto the bed. Wrapped around each other with a tenderness they’d lacked before. I thought for sure they’d see us all standing at the doorway now, but they seemed lost in their own incestuous universe.
They kissed and cuddled, making warm cooing sounds. I thought perhaps that they were about to fall into an adorable nap. But then Kevin roused.
“OK sis,” he said, getting up on his knees, “Time to fuck that juicy ass.”
If Kara had any concerns, she didn’t speak them. Kevin shoved her, roughly, onto the bed. He grabbed a bottle of moisturizing lotion from one of the nightstands. The bottle made a rude noise as he lubed himself and his sister’s anus.
A moment later, Kara let out a scream like nothing I’d ever heard. Something so base and raw that it echoes in my ears to this day. Kevin had pierced he older sister’s back hole. She cringed. Her whole body cinched. Her face went purple.
Kenny showed his concern by getting up and shoving his dick right in his younger sister’s mouth.
“That’s your pussy you’re tasting,” Kenny told Kara confidently. “And my cum.”
Kara let out a needful, “Uh huh,” then braced herself to get blissfully battered once again.
Something about this recombination, the ease with which the three of them reformed their spit roast, finally shook us free. Jan, Lucy, Lindsay and I both backed away from the door. The sounds still filling our ears.
Now that we knew what we were hearing, it all seemed impossibly loud. It seemed impossible to me that the party wasn’t going to notice this. But the hallway was still completely empty. The world seemed determined to ignore what the siblings were up to.
“Oh my Goddess,” Lindsay said. It came out as a breath. A startled, stifled prayer to a deity who couldn’t possibly explain this any more than any of us could.
“I mean, we did do the thing. At Thanksgiving,” Lucy said. She gave us all a guilty look. As if asking, is this our fault?
“What happened at Thanksgiving?” Jan asked.
I didn’t know how to answer that. Nothing had happened. Everything had. The possibilities and permutations were too much for us to process. The four of us shared a look. Whatever little arousal we had left was drowned in disgust. And fear.
We’d seen ourselves there, through the funhouse mirror. The alternate universe version of ourselves. And what we’d witnessed hadn’t been hot or awesome or sexy or any of the other ways I’d described fooling around with my sisters. It had been awful. All of us felt it, like we’d eaten rancid meat. Our mouths filling with acrid, awful bile.
And I knew in that moment, without a doubt, that everything we’d been doing was really, truly over.
Next time: It’s not over.