Author: Siscentis Title: In Too Deep Part: Part 1 Summary: April pushes her little brother into accepting an unusual request, but the situation quickly escalates. Keywords: inc, mf, cons, oral Copyright © by the Author, 2015 Find more of my stories at www.asstr.org/~Siscentis ------------------------------------ "Hey dweeb, Mom wants you." My sister barged into my room without knocking, obviously enjoying getting to boss me. When I didn’t respond immediately, she gestured her thumb harshly toward the door. I sighed and got up. Somewhat strangely, she seemed to just wait where she was as I walked out to find Mom, rather than going on her way. Mom had no idea what I was talking about. I stormed back to my room knowing April was doing something. When I went in, she was digging through the trash can. "What are you doing?" "Nothing," she said, continuing to root around. "Seriously, what do you want? Yesterday I found you looking through my laundry, and now my trash? What could you possibly want in there? My old homework?" She finally stopped, cramming all the trash down with one last, unnecessary push. "I don't want your trash. Don't be stupid." "Oh, excuse me," I said sarcastically as she pushed past me out the door. I looked around, but couldn't find anything she'd be interested in, and nothing else in my room seemed to be missing or out of place. I never could figure my sister out. She was almost two years older than me, but somehow always seemed the less mature of us. Generally, she'd seem perfectly normal, but then I'd catch her lying about something stupid for no real reason. Probably because of that she never seemed to keep the same friends very long. Besides that, she had one big quirk: she liked to steal things. She sometimes shoplifted, but more commonly she'd just steal things from where ever she went. Little things, mostly stuff she had no actual use for or that even had any real value. She was usually pretty subtle about it. I'd first noticed it a few years earlier, after I saw her take something from our aunt's house. After that, with an eye out for it, I started noticing it pretty regularly. I'd confronted her and suggested she stop, but she hadn't cared and I hadn't had the stomach to bust my sister for something so big. She soon took to showing off her prizes to me on occasion, and about a year before, a little while after she started driving on her own, she took me to the store one day and had me help her take some stuff, hiding it in my jacket. She did that with me a few times, terrifying me each time. Then one day, when she thankfully hadn't taken me with her, she'd gotten busted trying to take a CD. For a while it seemed like the sky was falling on her. Things were really hard on her for a time, but the store didn't press charges and after a month everything seemed to have blown over. She’d managed to convince people it was a one-time mistake and squirmed out of trouble. It wasn't long after that she started stealing again, but was much more discreet about it, and more reserved in general, as though she thought everyone in the world was out to bust her. The following day was a Sunday, and that night around 9:00, she barged into my room again, closing the door behind her, her manner reminding me of when she was figuring out how to swipe a new iPhone cover from Target. "Hey dweeb, I need a favor." ('Dweeb' was her favorite thing to call me, as it was similar enough to my real name, Dwayne, to be funny to her. Everyone else who made fun of me seemed to think ‘Dwayne’ did the job nicely on its own.) "What kind of favor?" I was trying to think up a convincing reason I couldn’t be a mule for her again, or, rather, one that would convince her. "It’s not that, you won’t even have to leave your room,” she said, knowing my concern. “It's just a little thing; it'll only take you a minute. Will you do it?" I just stared at her, waiting for her to tell me what it actually was. "C'mon, no one will even know it was you." "They won’t know what was me, April?" "I need you to jerk off on my panties." "What?" She pulled a pair out of her pocket, holding them up. "Oh I know you jerk off all the time. You were probably about to do it anyway. I just need you to blow your load onto these." She tossed them at me, and I caught them out of reflex. "I don't know what kind of gross joke this is, but go away, April." I held her panties back out between pinched fingers. She didn't take them back. "I'm being serious. I need you to shoot off on those." "Why?" She huffed a bit, but seemed to accept that I wouldn’t cooperate without an explanation. "Okay, you know Shannon Hughes at school? She has the same lunch as me. Total bitch. Well I was talking to her and her friends Lena and Michelle on Friday. Did you know that Shannon's dating Greg?" Greg was her very recent ex. "Total bitch. So she says Greg likes her better, even though I totally dumped him because he's an asshole. But then she makes fun of me for not having a boyfriend and I tell her to shut the fuck up because I totally do." "You have a new boyfriend?" She really didn't date much for some reason, and I hadn't heard of anyone since Greg. "Well, no, but that bitch doesn't know that. And where does she get off saying I don't have one when she's only seeing that asshole Greg? Okay, but then, get this, we're sitting there at lunch and she gets out her backpack and pulls out this tissue that's like all crumpled up and stiff, and says it's Greg's cum from when she jerked him off in his car before school." "Ew." "I know, she's a total skank, right? And then she says I'm a loser because I never got Greg off. What a whore. So, now, I want to go in there tomorrow and be like, 'Yeah, well I made my boyfriend cum all over my panties, not on some gross little wad of tissue." "Oh." "So you'll do it then?" "Uh..." It was embarrassing enough for her to hang a light on my masturbation, without including planning to show her panties to other girls at school in the mix. "Wait, is that why you were going through my trash and laundry?" "Yeah, but this'll be better. I can totally one-up her by having it on my panties instead of your old sock or something." "I...don't use an old sock." "Whatever. Look, would you do it for me, please? I'll drive you to the movies or something, even pay for you. No one will ever know it's yours. I just want to shut her bitch face up." I could certainly understand being made fun of at school. I did feel sympathy for the position she was in, dealing with her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend. And I was planning on jerking off. Crazy as it was, I found myself saying, "Alright, fine." "Great." "But you promise you'll never ever tell anyone?" "Oh course not. Jeez, why would I tell anyone about this? It's not like I can't keep a secret. Thanks so much, Dwayne. Try to get some across the front real good, and then make sure you wipe up as much as you can on there, not just a little,” she explained, stepping closer to point at them. “Bring them by my room when you're done." She swung around and was out the door. I immediately regretted saying “yes”. ***** It was probably the weirdest thing I'd done in my life, at least up to that point. I tried not to focus on it and just go about my business at normal, but the panties distracted me, making me think about why people found panties erotic, to thinking about pussies, to thinking about those panties covering my sister's pussy. It took a little longer than usual, but I finally got my mind on something else and did it, following April's instructions. Afterwards, I just sat there holding them, a pair of panties soaked in my cum destined for an audience of teenage girls. I tried to think of a way to pull out of the deal, but knew that April would force it, at least now that the deed was done. I gave them a little time to not be quite so gooey, and making sure no one would see me, took them to April's room. "Thanks. That should do nicely," she said, examining them. "Good job." The next day, I didn't bother asking how it had gone. That evening, she told me anyway. "Okay, so that bitch Shannon? She said I was faking it. Can you believe that? Said it couldn't be real cum because I don't have a real boyfriend. That fucking whore." "Hmm." "I told her she wouldn't know a real guy's cum if it splattered across her in the face." I always learned so much talking to my sister. “I'll show her something." "What are you going to do?" A suddenly had a grave sense of foreboding. "I'm going to shut her stupid bitch face up, that's what." "How?" She held up her cell phone. "I'm going to go in there tomorrow at lunch, take out my phone and show her a picture of my boyfriend's big, fat cock, that's what. And tell her how much bigger it is than Greg's little dick." "But...you don't have a boyfriend." I was now very worried. She put on a big, wide smile. "Hey, Dwayne..." "No." "Please?" "No! I don't want pictures of my penis getting messaged all around school." "I'm not going to message it to anyone, I'm just going to show it to them on my phone, and they'll never know it's yours." "April, that's..." "No one will ever know. I keep all my good stuff on this memory card," she said, popping open the back of her phone and pointing. "It’s password protected, and I only put it in there when I'm using it, so it won't be there when Dad checks my phone." "Where'd you get that?" "I picked it up at Target the other day." I knew what that meant. I rubbed my eyes. "C'mon, don't be a little pussy, Dwayne, take out your fat cock and let me take a picture of it," she said, already holding up her phone. "I'll show it off to that bitch Shannon and her two friends, and then I can tell you how jealous they are of your cock." Truth be told, I'd reached an age where I was horny as hell, but had very little outlet, and had fantasized about doing that kind of wild stuff. Bizarrely, this seemed like a somewhat safe way to live out one fantasy. And April was going to harass me until I said yes, anyway. I walked to the door, checking for Mom or Dad even though I already knew they'd be busy elsewhere. "Don't get anything else in the picture, not me or my room." "Hey, alright, my little brother is cool after all," April said, fiddling on the phone to make adjustments. "Here, why don't I take the picture?" I said, trying to subtly suggest she leave. She paused to consider. "Yeah, alright," she said, handing me her phone. I almost had time to feel relieved. "That way I can be in the picture, too. Have to show it's not just some internet dick, right? Get yourself nice and hard. Over here by this wall, it's fairly bare and non-descript." She squatted down between me and the wall. "Here, now take a picture that gets me and your cock in it." I fiddled with the phone a moment, which then dragged out to many moments more. "C'mon, don't be shy, whip it out already." She tugged at my pants. With one last sigh, I obeyed, opening my pants and pushing them down to my knees. April pulled them further to the floor as I held my dick as far away from her as I could. "Okay, bring it over by me so you can get us both in the shot. Whoa, I thought I was only joking about big, fat cock thing. Way to go, little brother.” I knew she was exaggerating, but it was still a confidence-builder. “ It could stand to be a little hairier, but it'll do. I thought we'd have to try some forced perspective to make it look bigger, but this is great." She held her head up near my waist. "Put it right next to my cheek." Reluctantly I did so, very careful not to actually let it touch her. She smiled real suggestively at the phone. "Is there a reason it's taking so long or do you just like waving that thing around?" "I'm trying to get it framed right," I said, finally finding a position against my chest that showed as little as possible besides April and my dick. "There." She jumped up and grabbed the phone, examining the picture. "Perfect. Thanks again, dweeb," she said, without the usual meanness, and slapped me on my bare ass as she walked out. ***** "God I hate them." April said, barging into my room Tuesday night. She'd been so fake-nice to everyone all evening it was obvious something was still out of sorts, and from the way she kept seeming to try to get me aside to talk, I knew what it was about. "Then don't mess with them anymore." "They still are saying I'm lying about my boyfriend." "You are lying about your boyfriend." "Shut up. They don't know that." "The picture didn't do it?" "No, they think it's a fake." "How could that be a fake?" "They say it's some other guy and I'm just standing there." "What? That doesn't make sense. If you were there with some other guy’s dick, doesn't that fact alone almost make you his girlfriend? Whose do they think it could be?" "And I told him all about my boyfriend Jacob Cullen who goes to a different high school. They're just going to say everything I say is bullshit because they're bitches." "Jesus, they know it's me, don't they? That's how they know it's not a boyfriend. They know you just took a picture with me." For the first time, April seemed worried as I called it out. "They don't know shit, they're only guessing." "Wait, Jacob Cullen? Isn't that from that vampire movie? God, what were you thinking?" "Shut up! I didn't hear you coming up with anything. They asked and it was the first thing that popped into my head. Someone could really have that name!" "God. I let you show them a picture of my penis, April!" I whispered loudly. "They don't know that, Shannon's only guessing that because she's a bitch. They don’t even believe it, they’re just trying to be mean. I can still shut their stupid bitch faces up, we just need to make it obvious that it's not my brother." "And how do we do that, since I am actually your brother?" "By showing them more pictures of me doing stuff no one would ever do with their brother." Uh-oh, this was sounding to me like it was getting even more out of hand. "Like whaaaat?" "They've already seen me with my boyfriend's dick, so if I have pictures of me sucking on it, no one would believe that it's my little brother." Did I hear that right? "Wait, are you serious? Do you mean..." "Yep. Whadya say?" "I say you’re crazy." "Exactly! It's ridiculous, no one would believe it." My sister's logic amazed me sometimes. "Oh, c'mon. You know it's every little brother's secret fantasy to do his big sister." It was the sort of accusation where I was so worried that my answer won't be believed that I couldn't really answer without it sounding somewhat incriminating. "No, it's not," I said, not very convincing. I didn't even want to consider if there was some truth to it. "Whatever. C'mon, don't you want to help me shut her stupid bitch face up? No one but the three of them will ever see it, I promise, and it'll only be the once, then I'll delete them all for good. I want them to get out even less than you do. It'll be fine," she argued, anticipating my next objection. I sighed. "I don't know. Why don't you just find some other guy, get a real boyfriend? Then you don't have to fake it." Her whole demeanor changed in a heartbeat. She stepped toward me and stuck a finger in my face. "Look, I didn't want to touch Greg's stupid little cock, and I don't want to touch some other random asshole's stupid cock either, okay? Now are you going to help me or not?" She'd become suddenly so angry, madder than I'd ever remembered seeing her before, almost desperate with rage. I took a step back, actually a little afraid of her. "Alright, I'll help." Having won, she took step back, taking a deep, quivering breath and regaining her composure after a moment. "Good. Wait here, I'll be right back." She stepped out of my room, leaving me standing there, pondering what I'd just agreed to. She came back into the room as suddenly as she left, closing the door and locking it. "Mom and Dad are busy watching TV. It's a new NCIS, so they won't budge from the couch for a while." She was fiddling on her phone, getting it set up. "Go ahead and take your pants off. Loose the shirt, too, it's kind of distinctive." Reluctantly, I obeyed, stripping off my clothes, after which April sat me down in my chair. "Sit up at the front, that way we'll get less of the chair and you in the pictures." She knelt down on the floor in front of me, and I took a deep breath, still not quite sure how she planned to stage pictures of her sucking my dick. "Here, hold this up and find a good angle," she said, handing me the phone. Satisfied I was holding it in a reasonable place, she took ahold of my dick in her hand and lowered her head toward it. "So are we going to do just a few different...poses?" I asked. "No. We staged the last one weird and it made it look fake. The more real this looks the better." Oh jeez. "So you want me too..." "Just keep the camera up and take pictures of anything that looks good. Make sure you can tell it's me in there. I can delete extras later." And then, without further ado, April leaned her head in and my sister's tongue was touching my dick. She began with slow licks up my shaft and across my head, taking it at different angles to get both sides, top, and bottom. For probably the first fifteen seconds, I just sat stunned, almost unable to believe that she was actually going through with it, convinced that those weird sensations couldn't really be what I thought they were. Certainly, it was the first time anyone's mouth had ever touched my dick, and it felt so unlike anything I'd expected it was easier to believe something else was happening at first, especially viewing it on the tiny screen of her cell phone. It was only when I moved my eyes off the screen, and saw her tongue running clear as day up the underside of my shaft that I accepted it. I wanted it to be over. I needed to get those pictures taken and get this finished before something crazier happened. I tried to get a good view of her face and tongue, but found the shutter speed was slow and had trouble getting a clear picture. "I'm having trouble getting it to take quick enough. Can you pause sometimes so I can take them?" "We want it to look real, remember? Just take shots when you can," she said, stopping only long enough to speak. "How is it? Never mind, I know it's good." She continued licking, and started running her tongue side to side. I kept trying to line up shots, but despite her exaggerated style, still couldn't get much that was good. "Hey, lean your head back so I can tell it's you better." "If I'm looking at the camera it'll look faker. Just keep taking pictures of everything and I'll sort out the best ones later," she replied, seeming irritated at the interruption. "Okay," I said. I kept trying to get good shots, but even when I saw one, I just couldn't get the timing right, and soon just took to taking a picture about every second. April began focusing the licking on my head, and started incorporating her lips on it as well. I'd developed a rhythm for taking pictures and found I no longer needed to stare at the screen, and found my eyes moving to the real scene just as she first wrapped her lips around the end of my dick in a big, wet kiss. I watched the head of my dick go farther into her mouth, and I really started to feel it. Not just her mouth, but that ping of excitement that happened only when you had begun on that path to orgasm. It's certainly not what I'd intended, and I figured I'd be so freaked out by the whole thing that it wouldn't happen. But now, seeing her head bob up and down, the head of my dick going in and out of her mouth, I couldn't deny it was the hottest thing ever. Everything seemed to get more sensitive as I became more genuinely aroused, and I started tensing. It was just a little, but I was sure April could notice, and I became very nervous that she'd get mad at me. "Uh, I think I've gotten some good ones. We probably have enough now," I said, moving the phone away and sliding back just a little in the chair, trying to retract from April. "Not yet. I want to make sure there are some really good ones that are clear. Too many isn't a problem," she said, pulling my dick back toward her. "Don’t worry about holding back; I want to go ahead and get a cumshot. That'll really sell it." She shook my knee impatiently, telling me to get back with the pictures and I obeyed. She kept bobbing, taking her time with each one, and I swear I could feel her tongue curling around my dick as she slid up and down it. It seemed like too much. Here I was, dorky little Dwayne, and I was actually getting to feel firsthand what it was like to have a girl's mouth wrapped around my dick, to feel her warm, soft, moist mouth working me over. I had never imagined it would happen to me so soon, if ever. It was amazing, so different from the feeling of masturbation, less pressing yet so much warmer, and better. I knew I loved it, wanted it to continue until it made me cum. But damn it, this was my sister. This was April. It was so weird. I wasn't sure I should want it. "April, I think we..." I began, planning to stop her. "You're almost ready, I can tell," she interrupted. "Do it right on my face, that’ll look best." She started jerking me off wildly, placing her head right in front of my cock. "Make sure you get lots of pictures of this part, too, then we'll get some after shots." Oh my God Jesus, she actually wanted me to cum, and I was pretty sure I couldn't stop her. My arms were feeling weak, and I forced them to keep holding the phone up and clicking to take pictures, double-checking the angle. April stroked my cock hard, rubbing the head across her tongue a bit until the camera had snapped a few times. Partly her wild hand and partly the situation, but it was turning out to take a little longer than I'd even figured. She picked up on it, and her demeanor shifted. "You almost there? It's okay, just relax, it'll happen. Don't worry," she said, suddenly calm and warm. "There's no rush. Just relax, Dwayne. It's just me, April, nothing to worry about," she said calmly, and as she kept stroking she planted a few gentle kisses on the end of my cock. "I know you'll get there. No worries…" and she kissed the end twice more. I breathed in real deep, all the warning I could muster. It was enough. She moved her cheek under the end of my dick as she stroked, and with a little jerk I started to cum. The first shot went over her eye, and she jumped a bit, turning her head away. Catching herself, she quickly turned back, and as my cum started to flow out she milked me with her hand, squeezing it out and moving her head underneath so that it fell onto her cheek, the side of her nose, and her upper lip. As I came down, somewhat in shock, she kept milking my cock for as much cum as possible. Finally, she seemed satisfied and froze. "Quick, get the camera going," she said, opening her clear eye but holding still as she could. "Keep your dick in the picture; put it right on my cheek under your jizz. Get in close, I want them to be able to see the cum on that little screen." She smiled real wide, and I snapped a couple pictures, ready to end this, and let my arm down. "Get some more," she ordered. "Get different angles. Make sure not to block the light." I just kept clicking away, and she turned her head this way and that. "Okay, I think that's good," I said finally. "Let me see it real quick." She grabbed the phone from me and held it carefully straight over her head, scrolling through pictures one at a time. "Yeah, that looks good," she said, tossing the phone on my bed. She sat back on the floor against the wall, carefully tilting her head down and holding the cum on her face with one hand so it didn't slide off onto her. "You left your socks on, dweeb. Give me one," she said, pulling at my foot with her free hand. I leaned to help pull it off, but she had it as soon as I raised my foot. With it, she wiped off her face and hand. As soon as she’d turned out of the way, I was up pulling my clothes back in place. "Hey, what do you do with your jizz socks?" She asked, holding it in a wad in her hand. "Um, I don't usually use-" "I know, whatever. I'll just put it in your hamper." She tossed it in, and then came back over to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Hey, dweeb, relax, we're done. You did great." I was so embarrassed. She grabbed her phone and started looking through pictures. "I'm sure there's plenty here to work with. This'll be great." It might have just been her usual too-cool bullshit, but she acted totally unconcerned that she'd just given her little brother a full-fledged blowjob. She couldn't completely ignore my scared look, though. "Hey, that wasn't so bad, eh?" She said, slapping my shoulder. What was I supposed to say? I couldn't very well admit to her that it had been the hottest thing in my life, ever. "Well, um..." "Ha! Admit it, you just won the little brother lottery," she said. She walked to the door, not looking up from the phone. "See you later, dweeb."