Author: DexterXavier
Title: Vicaria- Home Movies
Summary: In a cyberpunk world, a brother and sister use 
simsense technology to make some special home movies.
Keyword: MF, inc, ScFi, simsense, swing
Words: 5891

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Johnny Mercer stood in his kitchen, making dinner. It 
felt oddly rustic to make something by hand, to cut the 
vegetables with an actual knife. But this occasion felt 
like it deserved a home-cooked meal. Someone special was 
coming over.

Besides, he still didn't do it all normally. Entoptic 
displays overlaid his vision, helping him line up each 
chop, letting him refer to the recipe with a glance. The 
streams even kept track of how long things had been in 
the oven, how long until he needed to put more water on 
the road. He was no primitive. He was going to do this 
/right/.

Right when anticipated - that is, a few minutes after 
scheduled - he heard a buzz. Without hesitation, he 
pressed the button. "Come on up." HE unset the locks 
before heading back.

A minute later, Lisa Mercer stepped into his apartment. 
Her medium height carried pleasantly plump curves, 
wrapped in a one-shouldered shirt and a miniskirt over 
full leggings and calf-high boots. Her hair fell in a 
neat, shoulder-length cut that framed her babyface-cute 
features. A dyed gradient wrapped around her head, from 
pale blue through to violet. She'd coloured both eyes 
purple tonight, while her vinework tattoo showed as dull 
black on her pale skin.

She stepped right up and gave him a tight, familial hug. 
"Hey, big brother," she said, her tone chirpy. "You look 
well, and ooh, something smells good."

After a good squeeze, he set her down. "That would be 
the roast. It'll be ready in--" He glanced over his 
entoptics. "--two minutes and about forty seconds. In 
the meantime, take a seat, let's catch up."

They talked and, after those three minutes, they ate. 
They avoided work talk: he wouldn't comprehend her art, 
and she'd be bored to death by his corporate consulting. 
Instead, they talked about life. He told her about his 
hiking and exploring, and she talked about K, the new 
boyfriend she'd met over the Matrix.

Around dessert, the conversation slowed down. Lisa just 
frowned, picking at her cheesecake without actually 
eating it.

He lay a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. What's on your 
mind?"

She smiled, nerves showing in the flush of her cheeks. 
"Of course you'd notice. There's something I've been 
meaning to bring up all night. Um, do you still have 
that Vicaria implant?"

Vicaria. Headware that recorded a full stream of sensory 
qualia, to be played back later. A user could relive 
those memories in perfect detail, or let others play 
them back and live vicariously through them. Hence the 
name.

"Of course," he said. "Some memories, you want to keep."

She smirked. "Like those 'sprawling mountaintop 
vistas'?"

He poked her. "Yes, like those. Why do you ask? Is there 
something you want a recording of?"

"Yeah." Her blush grew brighter. "Things are getting 
pretty heavy with K, you know? And he wants to..." She 
waggled her hands.

He choked on his mouthful. Was his sister seriously 
telling him about her sex life? "Can't you do that /on/ 
the Matrix?" And was he seriously talking about it with 
her? Why?

She shook her head. "No. HE doesn't want it with my 
avatar. He wants it with me. Or... a real, skin-space 
memory, at least."

The penny dropped. He couldn't even choke. "Vicaria."

She nodded, mute.

He couldn't even look at her. It was his turn to stare 
into his plate. "You realise those recordings don't just 
come out of nowhere, right? For me to record... that, 
we'd have to /do/... that."

"You're the only guy I know with the implant," she said.

They stayed silent for a few minutes. The question hung 
there, not quite asked. Would he fuck her -- fuck his 
sister -- so her Matrix boyfriend could vicariously 
enjoy the experience? Vicaria porn was a thriving genre, 
sure, but not one he'd ever imagined contributing to. 
Let alone with his /sister/.

But... he'd be doing her a favour, wouldn't he? It 
wasn't her idea, and it wasn't his. It's not like they 
just suddenly wanted to make each other scream. It was 
for her boyfriend. And better him, better someone who 
understood those boundaries, than if she had to go find 
some stranger, right? Taking that offer was practically 
a brotherly duty.

And had nothing to do with how nice she looked in that 
top, impressive cleavage decorated by currently-black 
ink.

He finally answered the not-quite-asked question. 
"Alright."

She froze. He couldn't read the expression on her face.

"What?" he asked.

She gave him a meek shrug. "I was half-hoping you'd say 
no. Then I could say I did my best, but not have to go 
through with it, you know?" She laughed.

"Oh." It wasn't too late to change his mind. But instead, 
he found himself rising to his feet, offering her his 
hand. "How do we get started?"

She followed him to his bedroom, each step making her 
blush brighter. "Start small, I think? Try kissing me."

Try. As if there was some chance of failure. With a 
thought, Johnny started recording. The confirmation came 
in a flash, a burst of doubled /experience/ that marked 
the recording's first moment.

The memory would begin with them standing in his bedroom. 
The lights had come on when they'd stepped inside, 
illuminating everything plainly even with the curtains 
drawn across the window. His decor was plain, 
afterthought cream with brown carpeting. Hobbies lay 
scattered across his desk. His bed was considerably more 
lavish: a queen-sized thing, the mattress big and plush.

Yet, the focus of the 'camera' -- his senses -- stayed 
with Lisa. She stood with her hand in his. Her cheeks 
glowed pink, and nervous breath pumped her chest, but 
she didn't back down either.

They moved in to meet each other: she stretched, and he 
bent. Forgetting who she was, it felt nice. Her thick 
lips caved, softly, under his. He focused on the kiss. 
The more he experienced that soft warmth, that taste of 
skin, the better it would show in the recording. She 
matched him, push for push, her body sinking in against 
his chest.

After a few minutes of shallow, simple kissing, they 
came up for air. She looked different. Guilt layered 
with exhilaration, both kinds of heat rising in her. It 
looked just like--

He flinched away.

She frowned, pursuing him, arms wrapped around his neck. 
"What's wrong, Johnny? It was just starting to get 
good."

"That look on your face," he said. "It reminded me of 
that time I caught you painting all over my bedroom 
wall."

"I was, like, eight years old!" she said. "And I'd run 
out of room on mine." She gave him a sullen pout, 
identical to when she'd just got her license and he'd 
refused to lend his car.

"Nnh." He groaned, backing away from her. "I don't think 
I can do this."

She sighed. "Alright. How about this. Lights."

The voice command turned off the bedroom lights, and she 
closed the door to cut off the rest. The only light was 
her tattoo. It glowed with pale blue light, just enough 
to show the outline of her arm and the shape of her 
upper chest, before her top hid the ink.

"If we can't see each other, maybe it'll be easier? We 
can just, like, forget who we're fucking. It'll be just 
like that Halloween party I went to last year."

"I did not need to know that," he said. He smacked his 
lips together; he could still taste her on them. "But, 
alright."

In the embrace of darkness, they kissed again. That soft 
woman offered her mouth with a quiet purr, and yielded 
to him, step by step, until they landed on the bed 
together. There, she flipped things around on him. She 
threw a leg over his lap and /pushed/, urging him 
backwards while she asserted herself.

Excitement made his heart race, and he let himself sink 
back, moving along the bed with his new lover on top of 
him. She kept herself stretched out, her chest pressed 
to his. Such a nice chest, too, so soft as it squashed 
against him. His hands roamed her back, feeling the 
shape of her bra's strap under her top.

"Hold on," she said, during a brief break in the kiss. 
She sat up -- weight pushing onto his lap -- and whisked 
off the top, soon followed by the big bra underneath. 
With them out of the way, he could see the whole tattoo, 
glowing vines crawling up her arm and then back down, 
over her chest and reaching as far down as her navel. 
They outlined the shape of her body, so even in the 
darkness he could see the full roundness of one breast 
and part of the other, the backlit shape of her bumpy 
nipple, and a glint of metal.

He wanted more than sight. His hands snapped up between 
them, and he grabbed hold. As soft as they felt under 
his hands, those breasts could only be natural, inviting 
his touch in deeper. As his grip firmed, she sighed with 
pleasure and her shoulders rolled back, pushing up into 
him above while her hips ground him down below. For 
contrast, he felt the firm poke of her nipples pressed 
to his palms, as well as the solidity of metal.

He'd seen the glint before, but now he became curious. 
"Piercings?" he asked. "This, I've got to see. Lights."

The bedroom lights came back on, and illuminated his 
lover's half-bare body. It put her pale, perfect skin on 
display. Though her arms were lean, her abdomen carried 
some extra softness, and her breasts sat heavy and 
generous on her chest. Pretty, pink nipples took centre 
stage, each one decorated by silver barbells as well as 
the vine tattoo, now again appearing as dull black.

The lights also showed her face, lips swollen from 
kissing, cheeks bright from lust and excitement... and 
then a little something else, as she looked down along 
herself and into her brother's face.

Her purple eyes flinched and closed. "Oh, fuck." Her 
body's raw /need/ kept her in place for a moment longer, 
her miniskirt pressed to the growing bulge of his 
arousal. But then she climbed off him. "I'm... I can't. 
This is just too weird. I mean, it's us. We..."

He groaned. That quick break gave room for his own 
doubts to come back into play, even with how his racing 
heart pumped him full of maddening lust. "Yeah. I mean, 
we tried, but..." He cut the recording, and sighed as he 
rubbed his temples. "I mean, we're brother and sister. 
We can't have been expected to go that far, right? We 
did what we could."

She nodded, looking away from him as she found her shirt 
and pulled it back on. "Yeah. Still send that file to me, 
though? We'll see if he likes it."

He nodded, but didn't say anything. He just stared at 
his hand, remembering the feeling of her warm, weighty 
breast.

The awkwardness extended for a long, silent moment. Lisa 
eventually broke it. "I'd better go." With that and not 
another word, she did, leaving him alone again in his 
apartment.

Alone with the bra she'd forgotten, still just lying 
there on his bed. That sent those conflicted thoughts 
firing all over again. That night, Johnny jerked off 
twice before he could get to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days later, Johnny had an unexpected visitor. 
After his surprise, he buzzed her right up.

"Lisa," he said, an awkward squeak added to his cheerful 
tone. "I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. Are 
you, er, here for your bra?"

She gave him a quizzical look... and then blushed. "Oh. 
So that's where it ended up, huh. That, uh, makes sense. 
But no. I sent that video to K."

He blanched, though he really should have expected it in 
the first place. "Oh. What'd he think?"

She paced back and forth, not looking at him as she 
moved. "He... wasn't happy with it. It didn't go nearly 
far enough, it was all distracted." She stopped short, 
her back still towards him. "But it has potential. He 
liked how far we did get." She turned her blushing face 
to look over her shoulder at him. "He wants us to try 
again."

"Try again?" he repeated, incredulous. "Does he realise 
we're--"

She shook her head. "No. As far as he knows, you're just 
an early-adopter friend of mine. One who's really 
conflicted about being attracted to me."

He scoffed. "I'm not..." But he wasn't sure which part 
he wanted to deny. That he was conflicted? Or that he 
was attracted? He remembered her lips giving way under 
his, her body half-bare above his, and had to suppress a 
shudder. "Well, I'm not going to be any less 
'conflicted' this time. How are we supposed to make a 
recording he /likes/?"

"I have an idea for that." She dug down into her handbag, 
and came out with two plastic, disposable inhalers.

He coughed. "Wait, wait, is that...?"

She nodded. "Hayroll." A potent, recreational 
aphrodisiac, the kind to get passed around at the /best/ 
college parties.

He just stared at the inhalers. "Where did you even get 
that?"

She gave him a hard stare. "Johnny, I'm an artist. Of 
course I know where to score the good drugs. Let's just 
leave it at that." 

"Alright," he said. "Alright. So we suck on these, and 
then we..."

"...make a good show for K, yeah," she said. "Here, 
watch." She put her lips around one pipe's mouthpiece, 
held the button, and sucked in a deep breath. "See? 
Nothing to it."

He lifted his own more cautiously. As he turned on 
Vicaria, the first recorded experience was the dull 
taste of plastic in his mouth. His thumb fumlbed the 
button which she'd pressed so smoothly. How much 
experience did she /have/ with those drugs?

More than he did. When he tried, he choked on the 
unfamiliar vapour going down his throat. He took a few 
ragged breaths, unsure if it would even work after that.

For Lisa, it worked just fine. "Ooh." She grinned, slow 
and lazy. Languid, strutting steps carried her closer. 
"Are you okay there, K, you sexy thing?" One hand patted 
his back, helping him recover, while the other slid over 
his chest for very different reasons.

Hearing that other man's name felt... interesting. It 
felt like a role he could slide into. He wasn't Johnny, 
Lisa's brother. He was K, fucking his long-distance 
girlfriend.

"I feel much better now you're here, you hot little 
beast." He put on a voice, even though he had no idea 
what K would sound like. Hell, Lisa probably didn't know 
either: they knew each other through the Matrix.

She giggled. "Aw, how sweet. But I want to make it even 
better." She stretched, her braless breasts pillowing 
into his chest, and kissed him.

That was when the drugs hit. Colours became brighter. 
Her lips felt more heavenly. Fire burned through his 
veins, setting him alight, making him want to 
/experience/. He pressed in, devouring her mouth, 
consuming it with the furnace of his own. Heat begat 
heat. She didn't just yield to him this time. Her tongue 
wrestled with his, her lips crammed in until it felt 
like he might bruise. All mixed with the vibration of 
their shared groaning, their muffled verbal delight.

Heat like that burned the candle from both ends. They 
both pulled away, gasping for breath. She wore a bright, 
energetic grin. "So, K." She tried for a conversational 
tone, but couldn't hide her eagerness. "Want to fuck?"

"Oh, God yes." In that moment, he wanted it more than 
anything he'd ever known. It became so easy to give into 
those baser lusts. He pounced on her, hard enough that 
her back found the nearest wall.

Melted by passion, moments blurred into each other. They 
tore at each other's clothes. He gloried in feeling the 
air on his bare skin, almost as much as he loved to 
finally get Lisa naked. He tasted her: not just her 
mouth, but heading down over her cinnamon-spiced skin. 
The crook of her neck became the delicate definition of 
her collarbone, the roundness of her breasts, the bumps 
of her nipples. Before he knew it, he was knelt on the 
floor with his face between her thighs. Her nectar 
tasted subtly sweet - some bio-treatment or other, to 
make him want to lick her deeper. It worked.

She moaned like an animal in heat. "Ohh, K." That name 
spurred him onwards. Hands gripped his hair, pulling him 
in closer to her slit. "Oh, fuck yes, K!" She wrapped a 
leg around him. Her weight leaned into the wall. With 
that balance, her hips writhed, humping her boyfriend-
representative's face. "Yes, yes, yes!" Her voice rose 
higher as her body went tight, like an over-wound guitar 
string.

Finally, she snapped. Convulsions rocked her to her core 
while she screamed with bliss. She lost her footing, and 
fell to sit on the floor, still thrashing. He just 
watched her minute-long orgasm. She looked /gorgeous/. 
So gorgeous he ached.

As it passed, she locked eyes with him. Though she 
gasped, though she shone with sweat, she still looked 
eager for more.

"Oh, my dear K." Her voice was still breathless. "That 
was awesome. But now it's /my/ turn to rock /your/ 
world."

She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue as she 
pushed him back. There was no time to find furniture. 
She just put him on the floor, and straddled him like 
the had the other night. This time, no clothing got in 
their way. Each pass of her hips ground her slit against 
his rock of a hardon. She felt swampy against him, 
leaking both his saliva and her copious nectar. 
Eventually, she got him so slick that his tip slid right 
in. As wet as she was, she just dropped her hips and 
took him to the hilt.

It may have been smooth, but that made it no less 
wonderfully tight. Spasming thrusts lifted him up, 
burying himself in her, time and again. She sat up high 
and simply rode him. Her heavy tits bounced, fit to 
hypnotise him. Fuck, every thrust felt like a miniautre 
orgasm. He reached around her, hands grabbing her ass to 
keep her tight on him. He didn't want her to get any 
farther than she had to.

Even with the frankly ridiculous bliss glowing through 
him, he lasted. Something in the hayroll must have 
helped him keep it at bay, even as it shook Lisa through 
orgasm after orgasm.

With such consistency, it came as no surprise that she 
was mid-climax when it finally became too much for him. 
Her quivering sex squeezed tight, milking every last 
drop as ecstasy washed over him. The orgasm consumed him. 
He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything except 
her screams. He could only /feel/.

When it passed, she slumped onto him, her eyes giddy. 
Kisses dotted over his face. "You're good to go again, 
right?" she asked. "We're not even close to done with 
each other, K."

To his surprise, he was. He hadn't softened, even after 
a climax like that. He still wanted more. That first 
orgasm had barely taken the edge off his lust.

He answered her first with action, lifting her up with 
him as he got to his feet. "First, it's about time we 
changed scenery." He kissed her hard on the mouth, and 
walked with her down the hall. He kept himself in her. 
Every step bounced her against him, keeping them moaning 
even as they headed towards bed.

They only parted when they reached it, and only to take 
a new position. She settled onto her hands and knees, 
back arched to present herself to him. She didn't even 
try to look at him while he took her from behind. He 
relished the anonymity. He wasn't Johnny, he wasn't K. 
For a while, he wasn't anyone but a passionate body.

They kept at it. One session blended into another, hour 
after hour. His stamina felt limitless, right up until 
it didn't. Sunlight had started to peek around the 
curtain when the hayroll finally wore off. Fatigue 
caught up in an instant, and they both passed out then 
and there.

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Johnny woke up in a haze. Carnal satisfaction soaked 
through him, body and soul. With a happy groan, he 
cuddled closer to the naked, sexy woman beside him. She 
returned the embrace. After a second, they opened their 
tired eyes. And recognised each other.

Johnny and Lisa flinched, rolling to opposite sides of 
the bed. Without the drug clouding his head, it felt so 
much more /real/. He'd need some time to process.

Lisa recovered first. "I'll go take a shower," she said, 
as she got up. "Remember to send that Vicaria file, 
alright?" The whole reason they'd shared that night.

He listened to the white noise of her shower. It helped 
him think. He felt strange. Last night's memories were 
blurred in places, but still there. When he thought of 
his sister, he could think of her over-excitability as a 
youth, or the look of raw, creative intensity in her 
eyes when she got caught up in her painting. Or he could 
picture her face flushed red and her mouth hanging open 
to let loose her screams of passion.

The thought alone made him shudder. However hard he 
examined himself, he found he didn't regret it. It had 
been fun, he remembered that much. And it if it was just 
the one time, so K would have something to watch, then 
where was the harm?

She finished her shower, and came out dressed in a 
belly-top and shorts which she must have brought for the 
occasion. He'd already sent the file, so she plugged 
herself into a matrix jack while he took his turn in the 
bathroom. She'd meet up with K, and that would be the 
end.

When he finished, she was still jacked in. Her body lay 
limp and silent on his bed, almost like she was sleeping. 
He lay down next to her. While he waited, he played back 
the night before.

Something was off. By some interaction between the drug 
and his implant, the recording came out distorted. It 
was the all-senses equivalent of covering a microphone 
with a blanket. Vicaria couldn't capture that night of 
aphrodisiac-fuelled passion. Those memories could only 
be memories, and hazy ones at that. He knew what Lisa 
would have to say even before he came back to reality.

"K isn't satisfied." She'd already unjacked and sat up 
on the bed's edge. She couldn't look at him. "And it's, 
like, so close but so far. So now he /really/ wants it. 
I could tell him we can't, but if you're willing..."

Johnny had an out. He could just decline. But he could 
sympathise with K. Hell, /he/ wanted a recording now. 
Last night's attempt had only frustrated him, and he'd 
been there for the real thing. "One more try." What 
could it hurt, if it was just one more time?

Lisa bobbed her head. "Right. But we'll have to do this 
one 'natural'. No drugs, not even any drinks just in 
case. Nothing but all-natural lust." She didn't have to 
name their stumbling blocks. "Can you do that?"

Now she had him over-thinking. He looked into her so-
familiar face. Images of her orgasmic expression flashed 
across his memory, along with thoughts of the familial 
life they'd shared. He couldn't put a word to his 
feelings besides 'conflicted'.

She picked up on it without him saying anything. "Could 
I help?" She scooted closer. "Do you have any fetishes? 
Some kink I could go for? What do you like?"

Lisa was asking him about his deepest, most sexual 
fantasies. She planned to /become/ them. It was surreal.

What could he do but be honest? "Your breasts," he said. 
Surreal situations called for surreal action. He reached 
out and cupped one.

She froze at first. But he'd handled them plenty already. 
Why get skittish now? With a meek blush, she leaned 
herself into his touch. "Okay. What else? How could 
I..." She couldn't do it. "How could a girl make herself 
/really/ sexy for you?"

He told her. About lingerie, all his little preferences. 
About the fantasy of being spoiled rotten. About 
everything a woman could do to drive him wild. As he 
went on, his touch grew firmer, kneading her through 
that bra and thin top. By the time he finished, he could 
have pounced her then and there.

But she drew back, sliding her breast out from under his 
hand. "Alright." Her eyes glinted with eagerness. 
"Here's the plan. You come to my place tonight at ten. 
Turn it on before you come in." She kissed his cheek 
with more warmth than a sisterly peck. "See you then."

With that plan hanging over him, Johnny couldn't 
concentrate all day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The recording started in the hallway outside Lisa's home. 
Trepidation hummed through his body. His heart raced; 
his hands shook. He knocked on the door.

The door opened immediately. Lisa stood beyond, all 
dressed up. She'd changed her hair to a gradient of pink, 
red, and orange, like a sunset halo around her head. Her 
eyes and lips were both vibrant, sensual red, with the 
former enhanced by smoke shadow.

As soon as his eyes traced downwards, he forgot all 
about her face. A silky negligee wrapped her soft, busty 
body. The pink material was practically transparent, 
only added a layer of colour to her pale skin. He could 
even see the red barbells thrust through her nipples, 
and the lacy red garter and panties below. Not that the 
negligee would have been modest to begin with. The 
neckline cut just above her areolae, and the hem cut to 
show the top edge of her thigh-high stockings. High-
heeled shoes -- another favourite -- finished the outfit.

She struck a pose, hands splayed beside her hips as she 
arched her chest towards him. "What do you think, 
handsome?"

He barely heard her through the sound of his own heart. 
Different emotion sent blood different places, to 
prepare the body. Fear would send it to his legs, so he 
could flee; anger to his hands, so he could fight. What 
he felt for Lisa, that raw, animal lust, sent everything 
to his groin. His heart plumped it, made it ready to 
fuck her all night long.

She smiled as she stepped closer to him, so temptingly 
closer. "I'll take that look on your face as a strong 
compliment. Now come on, you're letting the warm out." 
She tugged him inside her studio apartment. The closing 
door sealed them into privacy. "This outfit may look hot, 
but it's not the warmest thing I've ever worn. You 
couldn't have had a fetish for leather?"

He huffed at the tease. "Leather's nice too. But 
this..." He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. 
"This is just wow."

"You're damn right it is." Though she spoke with bluster, 
she also smiled sweetly, flattered.

He smiled back. "So, how are we--"

She answered him with action. She pushed him down onto 
the couch, and set to massaging his shoulders. 
Unexpected contact made him tense up, but he soon sunk 
into it. Work had left him so /tense/ in places. Lisa's 
hands worked wonders, even through his suit.

And then, not through his suit. She stripped him from 
the waist up, her fingers greeting every inch of skin. 
Soft, exploring caresses turned into firm kneading, 
which turned him into putty in her hands.

She didn't just touch him for that therapeutic effect, 
either. She leaned in close behind him, close enough 
that he could feel soft silk and softer breasts pressing 
to his bare shoulders. Reaching around him, her hands 
played across his chest. Her earlier touch had relaxed 
him. Now, she sent electric thrills through his skin, 
gradually rousing him into a new kind of excitement. He 
groaned and squirmed, but stayed at peace there on the 
couch.

Even as she moved around the couch. Her mouth teased 
down his chest and stomach, softer than her fingers had 
ever been. She freed him of his pants as smoothly as 
she'd stripped his upper half.

He'd already begun to grow, desire drawing him out of 
that incredible relaxation. Her mouth set to work. Soft 
lips wrapped around him, giving a much nicer massage 
than anything her hands could ever do. The warm wetness 
of her tongue stroked him all over, each caress sending 
an electric shiver of pleasure through him. In seconds, 
that treatment brought him to full mast.

Still, she kept things slow and sweet. She drew her 
mouth off him, just so she could admire his swollen 
shaft. One hand pumped his saliva-slickened length, 
keeping him firm. "So nice," she whispered. "Who knew my 
big brother had such a nice, big cock? It looks so good. 
It tastes so nice. And I know it'll feel fantastic in 
me." 

The words turned him on as much as the touches. She'd 
brought him through one hell of a ride: wild lust when 
she greeted him in those clothes; nearly-meditative 
relaxation under her massage; and now back to lust.

Yet before he could move towards her, she slid into his 
lap. Her weight pinned him in place and insisted he let 
her do the work. Spread thighs hiked up her skirt, 
exposing her panties. He'd seen them through her 
negligee before, but feeling them was a whole other 
beast. The slight roughness added an interesting texture 
as she ground against him. That thin material was the 
only thing separating them, and it barely even concealed 
her heat. Anticipation hummed through him. His hips 
started to work in turn, to stir back into her.

She gasped at the pressure, her eyes flooding with 
passion as she looked into his face. "Ohh, fuck, big 
brother! That's so nice. Can you feel how hot you make 
me?" To emphasise her point, she dropped her hips 
forwards, pinning his dick between herself and his own 
stomach. "Can you feel how hot my pussy is?" She grabbed 
his hands and forced them onto the perfection of her 
breasts. "Can you feel how hard my nipples are?" The 
words were more than a calculated tease. Raunchy 
eagerness sang out in her tone.

He kept his hands in place, kneading her chest. Here, 
too, a different texture overlaid her skin: smooth, soft 
silk, warmed by her flesh. Knowing he would continue as 
she'd guided, she removed her hands. They danced their 
way down his chest, exploring the shape again. "So nice. 
All the ladies must love you, huh? But tonight, big 
brother, you're all mine. And I'm going to enjoy every 
last bit. Going to enjoy you in every possible way." Her 
hands slid off his stomach to dip under her skit. She 
didn't even take her panties off all the way; she didn't 
want to get off his lap. She just pulled them to the 
side, far enough to get out of their way.

Tight. Lisa's arousal had her blood pounding, making 
that pussy more puffy and soft, but still constricting 
around his hard shaft. Yet, that same arousal made her 
wet to the point of drooling, and she slid easily over 
him. She'd taken charge, but he couldn't just keep 
himself still. They moved together, fumbling at first, 
but soon finding their rhythm. The dirty talk stopped. 
In the heat of that moment, he preferred to hear her 
gasping, groaning like a bitch in heat.

Such a change. Straight after the massage, he'd 
practically been asleep. Now they'd hit their stride, 
vigour pulsed through him, empowering him to take her 
like he'd wanted ever since he'd walked in the door. Yet, 
that time spent at ease made it easier to hold on, to 
revel in that incestuous sex. His sister definitely 
appreciated his longevity, as her moans turned to 
squeals and she writhed on top of him. Selfish girl; she 
didn't just want it better for him, did she? She wanted 
that pleasure all for herself. And as long as she kept 
rewarding him with those cries, those internal squeezes, 
he'd be happy to provide.

As time went on, they grew ever more familiar with their 
roles in the coupling. Her body felt made for his, the 
way she fit over him. Her hands found his chest in the 
same moment his left hers, reached around to instead 
knead the plushness of her ass. Her cries shifted in 
tone, coming higher and louder with each passing moment. 
Though it felt like he might burst, he silenced himself 
so he could listen more intently to her. Right up until 
she gave him a full, overt /scream/.

Nothing could hide or confuse the orgasm that ripped 
through her body. Nothing could withstand it, either. 
Sudden excitement blew apart everything that had kept 
him away from the edge. His voice mingled with hers, 
ecstasy shouted to the heavens -- and disturbing more 
than a few neighbours along the way, he was sure. Her 
flexing pussy milked him for seed, and he provided more 
than she could have ever asked for.

The pleasure ebbed. It eased off rather than just 
dropping them, but the end result was the same: still 
entwined, still embracing, and taking deep, heavy 
breaths. She gave him a look full of promise: as soon as 
they caught their breath, there'd be more to come.

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The recording drew to a close. K basked in it, in the 
satisfaction that suffused him as if /he/ had fucked 
Lisa so thoroughly. He turned and stared at her.

In the digital space of the Matrix, he saw her avatar 
instead of her curvy, artistic real form. She'd chosen 
an array of living crystals, each a different colour 
from the last. Now, it made him think of that gradient 
in her hair. Somehow, the way the crystals fidgeted 
looked nervous, eager for his answer.

He measured his words carefully. "You never mentioned 
Johnny was your brother."

She tensed, the orbiting gems freezing in place. "I... 
guess it slipped my mind. Then kind of slipped out." Two 
smaller shards tapped in front of her, like two 
fingertips poking together. "And... how do you feel 
about that?"

He smiled. Just a little faux-sternness was fun, every 
now and then. He reached out and stroked over the top of 
her head, feeling the glassy points under his 'hand'. 
"It was..."

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"...really hot, he said," Lisa told Johnny. They were 
back in meat space, back there on the couch. "He really 
liked the video, too, or whatever you called it." She 
took in one deep breath. "He wants more." The question 
hung, asked without being asked aloud.

Johnny didn't hesitate as much as he thought he should 
have. But with Lisa still in that negligee, he didn't 
intend to worry too much. "I think we can manage that."