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 Title: Getting Even or Getting Off


Summary: It's April Fool's, but who's fooling who? 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   It was past midnight, encroaching on Saturday morning, as I stood before
the sink in the upstairs bathroom.  My condom covered cock was in my fist,
and I was beating my meat with an intensity that seemed rather forced given
the circumstances.

   "Come on Kyle.  You got this buddy," I whispered to myself, squeezing my
eyes shut tight as I tried thinking of anything other than the reason
behind my awkward masturbation.

   A rattle of the door handle startled me just before I heard Jessica's
voice.  "How's it going in there, Big Guy?" she called through the door.

   "Jesus, Jess.  You just set me back like five minutes," I cursed her. 
"You'll know when I'm done.  You'll be able to smell the shame from down
the hall." I muttered that last from under my breath.

   "I just wanted to let you know that your sister's all ready for you,
Stud," she said, not even trying to suppress her giggles.

   "You don't want me to cum at all do you?" I asked to no one, because
Jessica's footfalls were already fading back down the hall.  "Like ever." I
sighed as I got back to the task at hand, as it were.

   I should probably back this up for you, and tell you why I'm jerking off
into a condom, or why my sister's best friend Jessica was encouraging me,
or even what my sister had to do with this whole fucked up situation.  Well
for that, I'll have to take you back to last year, and reluctantly share
with you the single most humiliating experience of my life...

   It was April 1st, a day of innocent jokes and harmless pranks.  It was
also my sister Ashely's birthday.  Ever since she discovered that her
birthday was April Fool's Day, she had taken more pleasure in pulling
pranks than she did in receiving gifts.  Being two years younger, and
behind the curve when it came to her devious mind, I inevitably became the
butt of many of her pranks.

   Ashely wasn't above the classics, like saran wrap on the toilet, or blue
Kool-Aid powder in the shower head, but for April 1st, she liked to pull
out all the stops and try something special, and usually convoluted.  The
worst part of her convoluted ideas, they usually went off flawlessly, to my
own personal discomfort.

   Last years' experience was some of her best work yet, to my
misfortune. I had woken up in a heightened state of paranoia,
anticipating something from her.  I took each step with great care,
analyzing everything I saw as I moved throughout the house.  I spent most
of the day on edge, waiting for some sort of tripwire, or a bucket of hot
tar to fall on me before I was beaten with a feather pillow.  Every moment
that I delayed the inevitable, the more paranoid I became.

   The only time I felt truly safe was when I was mowing the lawn later
that afternoon.  Whether it was for my own safety, or hers, she never
risked a prank on someone who was operating heavy machinery, or something
that could be potentially dangerous.  At least she had that boundary.

   I had worked up quite the sweat, and after hydrating, I went to go clean
the dust and itchy grass fragments from my skin.  Still on edge, I took the
time to make sure she hadn't put some sort of dye in the shower head, and
then snagged a brand-new unopened bottle of shampoo from under the sink
just to be safe.

   Despite the freezing water, I found myself getting hard, and I decided
to indulge myself.  I was only human, and I was finding myself more aroused
by the second.  I was well into my stroking when I heard something from
deep in the house.  A moment later I heard it again, and I had to shut off
the water to hear it more clearly.

   "AHHHHH!" a blood curdling scream filled my ears, and every other
thought left my mind as I hopped from the shower.

   Rushing for the door, I grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it
around myself as I rushed into the hall and towards the terrifying sounds
coming from the living room.  Halfway down the hall I lost my footing, and
my feet slipped out from underneath me.  In the tumult, I lost my towel as
I slid down the hall feet first with my dick pointing up like a fleshy
periscope.

   As I skidded past the kitchen and into the living room, it dawned on me
that I had once again let myself become another one of Ashley's punchlines.
Trying to cover myself with my hands, I slid all the way into the living
room to stop right on the rug between Ashley and all her friends as they
pointed and laughed.

   It's kind of hard to pick your dignity up off the floor when you're
using both hands to try and cover the world's most painful erection.  To
their great amusement, I climbed to my feet, slipping as I tried to catch
my footing on the tiled floor that was inexplicably covered in baby oil. 
Adding insult to injury, all her friends stood outside of my bedroom door
for the next hour, taunting me, jeering me to jerk my cock.  It turned out,
that the refreshing Iced Tea I drank was filled with a few tablets of
vitamin V...for Viagra.

   That should explain sufficiently how much I dreaded April Fool's Day. 
This year, as the day came closer and closer, I felt that dread rising
inside of me once again, anticipating something exceptionally cruel.  Our
parents were out of town, celebrating their 20th anniversary, and
everything seemed too quiet, too calm.  From personal experience, it was
the kind of calm that foreshadowed disaster for me.  That is how I found
myself at the mall a few days ago, stocking up on emergency provisions.

   I know what you're thinking, She's your sister, not a natural disaster.
Well, you'd be wrong.  She's both.  Despite her cute, wholesome exterior
with those big doe eyes and long blonde hair with sweeping bangs that made
her appear so innocent to our parents, she was a tornado on two long legs,
intent on plowing through my life, leaving it ruined like the remnants of
an upturned trailer park.

   Where were we, again?  Ah, that's right, I was at the mall two days ago,
preparing for the coming April Fool's day...

   I had just finished most of my shopping and stopped at the food court
for a bite to eat before heading back home when I spotted someone coming
over.  She was beautiful; long brown hair that had a way of shining, a
killer body, and these perfect pouty lips that always made me imagine
kissing them whenever I saw them.  She was one of the last people I wanted
to see.

   "What are you doing here?" Jessica asked, sounding surprised to see me
as she slid into the seat across from me.

   "Getting a new phone case," I lied.

   "A phone case?" she mused, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers
as she leaned over slightly to glance into the top of one of my bags.  "I
didn't know that Games Galore sold phone cases.  It looks to me like you're
planning on shutting yourself in for the big day." she said knowingly. 
"What's the plan?  You gonna lock the door and play video games all day and
eat junk food?" she asked.

   "Of course not," I lied again.

   "You know Ash will just smoke you out if she has to," she said, ignoring
my protests.

   "We'll see," I said.  "What about you?  What are you doing here?  I
thought you would be in class right now with the birthday girl herself."

   "My dad thinks I need a job if I'm not taking enough classes to be
considered a full-time student," she said, reaching forward to pluck a fry
from my tray.

   "You, working at the mall?" I scoffed.  There was no way she would stoop
so low.  Her parents were loaded.

   "Oh, God no," she laughed.  "I'm just pretending to look for a job. 
That should be enough for daddy...at least until he forgets that he told me
to get a job."

   "It must be so hard being you," I mused, barely veiling my mild
condescension.

   "It is, but I manage," she mused, catching the slight tone in my voice
but ignoring it.  She knew she had it good.  "Have you ever tried getting
her back?" she asked curiously.  "She's always screwing with you, have you
never thought to give her a taste of her own medicine?"

   "I don't think that's a good idea," I said.  "You know Ash, she can get
vindictive.  The last time I pulled even a small prank on her, she made my
life miserable for months before things died down again.  In her eyes, only
she is allowed to prank people.  God help the hopeless soul who tries to
get one over on her."

   "Not even after what she did to you last year?" Jessica asked,
disbelieving.  "You're not really going to let that go, are you?  You've
gotta be planning something special for her this year." Jessica pried.

   "No.  I don't have anything planned.  I replied, feeling my cheeks flush
with embarrassment.  Jessica had been one of the people there to witness my
naked misadventure.

   It's not like I'm ugly or deformed.  I have nothing to be embarrassed
about in the looks department.  I work out and keep myself in great shape.
The embarrassing part is that to all of my sister's gorgeous friends, I'm
just a punchline, a walking joke that Ashley parades around for them when
they want a good laugh.

   "And if I was going to do something to Ashley, do you really think I
would be telling her best friend?" I asked.

   "Don't be like that," she persisted.  "Do you think you're the only one
that she does that shit to?  Two years ago, we were shopping for clothes,
and she grabbed all of my shit and bolted.  I was left in the dressing room
in only a pair of socks.  I didn't even have my undies.  I was stuck there
until I finally shouted for someone to help me.  This fifty-year-old guy
came and found me, and he had to bring me some clothes, and I had to buy
them just so I didn't have to walk home naked."

   "That sounds kind of bad," I said, listening to her story.

   "So, what do you say we team up this year?" she mused.  "I bet you we
could get her so good."

   "What would we even do?" I asked, not believing that we could come up
with anything that Ashely wouldn't see coming a mile away.

   "Well, your parents are out of town until Monday, and I'm having this
party on Friday night," she mused, her plan slowly beginning to unfold.

   It took several hours, and a few more baskets of French fries before a
plan began to take on a solid shape, and as great of a prank as it sounded,
I wasn't feeling very comfortable with the part I would be playing.

   "Don't be a pussy," Jessica scolded.

   "But it's my sister!" I exclaimed.

   "It's not like you're actually going to fuck her," she explained. 
"We're just going to make her think that you guys had sex.  After you let
her stew for a bit, you throw out the ole' April Fools, and it's done.  No
one's going to think that you actually had sex with her."

   "Still, you're messed up in the head.  You know that, right?" I asked.
Her plan was perverse, way beyond anything a sane person might conceive.

   "Hey, do you want to get her back, or not?" Jessica asked.  "If you're
fine with always being her doormat, that's all up to you.  I can easily
come up with my own prank."

   "Fine," I conceded grudgingly.  "But this better go off like you said it
would."

   "Yes!" she exclaimed, a huge smile sweeping over her face.  "Don't worry
Kyle, I know what I'm doing.  Now, let's go over this again.  We'll be at
my party, and I'll make sure she gets drunk enough to where she blacks out.
With your sister, it's easier than it sounds.  After that, I'll get her to
your place, and we'll set the stage for her morning after," she said,
ticking off her mental bullet points.  "After she wakes up and freaks out,
she'll call me, and I'll fill in the blanks for her," she laughed.

   "How do you know she'll call?" I asked.  "You keep saying that it's the
pacing, the rapid assault of events and information that'll keep her wound
up in this prank, but you're putting a lot of faith in what you think she
will do."

   "I know Ash," Jessica said knowingly.  "I've known her since before you
could walk.  Something like that happens and she'll call me," she assured
me.  "Now quit interrupting.  Okay, so after that..."

   Her plan was nearly as convoluted as one of Ashely's.  Based on what I'd
been hearing, I only gave it a potential success rate of fifty percent. 
Still, here I was, trying my damnedest to dump a load of my jizz into a
condom, at Jessica's instruction, just to add to the realism when Ashely
woke next to me in the morning.  Finally grunting, I felt myself flooding
the condom, leaving me feeling gooey and ashamed.

   I carefully peeled off the condom, taking great care not to spill any,
and pulled up my boxers.  Shutting off the bathroom light, I headed back
down the hall to my bedroom.  Jessica had been insistent that we used my
room.  "If she wakes up with you in her bed, she's gonna think you crawled
into bed with her," she had said.  "We want her to think
that she crawled into bed with you.  Trust me."

   Trust her?  It was strange putting any trust in her at all. 
Traditionally, she and my sister had always been thick as thieves.  Hell,
Jessica had been present for each and every humiliation I had endured at my
sister's hands.  The only reason I continued with Jessica's bat shit crazy
plan was that I knew my sister could have nothing to do with this.  I had
already analyzed it from every single angle, and I couldn't see any
beneficial outcome for Ashley based on the events that we were fabricating.

   Slowly easing open my bedroom door, I found Jessica arranging our
clothing around on the floor, trying to create a strategic chaos.  She
insisted on the realism.  It had to look like we had undressed ourselves in
a hurry.  Jessica paused for a moment before picking up a white thong from
the floor and hooking it on one of the knobs on my dresser.

   "Is she..." I began, shocked as my gaze moved from Jessica, to my
sleeping sister snuggled up under my covers.  "Is she naked under there?"

   Ashely was lying on her stomach, and my thick grey comforter was thrown
over her, leaving her upper back and shoulders conspicuously bare.  Her
blonde hair was tousled, already looking as if she'd experienced the wild
night Jessica was simulating for her.

   "Of course, she's naked," Jessica scoffed quietly.  "Who has drunken sex
and then goes rooting around to get dressed before they pass out?" Then
noticing the spent condom in my hand, "Is that it?"

   "Um...yeah," I said as she snatched it from my hand.  I couldn't stop
staring at my sister in my bed.  She was naked underneath there, and I was
going to have to crawl in there with her.

   "How does that look?" she asked, stepping back.

   Our clothes were scattered across the room in quite a believable
fashion. Jessica had even taken the time to scatter some of the contents of
my dresser top, making it appear as if one of Ashely's heels had landed
there violently.  The piÃ"ce de rÃ(C)sistance was the used condom hanging
over the edge of my waste bin, a small bit of semen pooling out onto a
Green Day CD case on the floor.

   "Looks real enough to me," I said nervously.

   "Only one more piece left," she smiled at me mischievously.  "Time to
strip, Lover Boy!"

   "Can't I just keep my boxers on?" I asked hopefully, already knowing
what she would say.

   "If she's naked, you've gotta be naked too.  It's all about realism. 
Besides, we want her reeling from the moment she wakes up.  The last thing
you want is for her to see through her hangover and realize what day it
is," she said.  "So, pants off."

   The way she smiled as she waited seemed like she was enjoying this part
a little too much.  Embarrassed, I got under the covers, keeping as far to
the edge away from my sister as possible, and slipped off my boxers
underneath the covers.  As I tossed them out, Jessica had a cheeky, knowing
grin, as if she knew that I had purposely cheated her out of the look that
she wanted of me naked.

   "Well, it looks like my job here is done," she said, looking around. 
"I'll lock the front door on my way out.  Don't forget to call me after the
initial fallout."

   "I know my part," I assured her as I tried to adjust myself on my side
of the bed.  There wasn't very much room for the both of us and being naked
only made things that much more awkward.

   "Have a good night!" she smiled wickedly as she left, closing my bedroom
door as she went.

   My strained ears could hear the tell-tale groans from our house as
Jessica made her way down the stairs and out the front door.  As much as I
tried to find sleep though, I couldn't.  Even in the pitch darkness, I
could still see Ashley lying naked next to me in my mind's eye.  Try as I
might to push that image from my head, I could feel her body heat radiating
onto me beneath the covers, forcing the thought of her back to the
forefront of my mind.

   Biting back a frustrated sigh, I eased myself from bed and carefully
made my way to my closet in the dark.  Despite the knowledge that my sister
was seriously down for the count, and hearing Jessica talking so
confidently as Ashely lay passed out, I tried my damnedest to keep silent
as I reached behind one of the boxes on the floor to pull out a hidden
bottle of lemon flavored vodka.  It was a parting gift from a friend's
house party over a month ago.  I quickly unscrewed the cap and took a long
drink.  Covering my mouth, I coughed and sputtered as it burned my throat.
Steeling myself, I took another long drink and replaced the bottle before
returning to my bed.

   Using my hands in front of me as a guide, I felt my way to the edge of
the bed, and slipped back under the covers just as I began to feel the
alcohol pull me down into a nice warm place that made everything feel fuzzy
inside.  Adjusting the covers over me, I felt the warm skin of my sister
against my side, and after hesitating for a moment, I turned away from her
and lay on my stomach, as far from her as I could while still staying in
the bed.

   ***Ashley***

   Light pierced my eyelids like torturous blades, forcing me awake to
realize my agony.  My skull felt like it might split open at any moment. 
Desperate to fall back asleep and forget the pain, I pulled the covers over
my head and shut out the light.

   Just as I moved, so too did the mattress I was on.  I held still,
thinking for a moment that the room had begun to spin.  When it shifted
again, I realized that It was not a bed I was sleeping on, but someone's
well-muscled back.

   "Shit!" I groaned, realizing that I'd done it again.  I had to quit
waking up like this.  Every time I would drink too much, I ended up in bed
with someone, and I couldn't even remember it.  The most embarrassing part,
besides being that girl, was not being able to remember the names of the
guys I would wake up next to. I'm going to kill you, Jessica, I thought.

   "Hey," I said in a cracking morning voice.  "Hey guy...man.  It's time
for you to go home now." Giving him a nudge, I raised my voice.  "Listen
dude, I know it was really awesome last night, but it's time for you to go
now."

   "Five more minutes," the slumbering mass of naked muscles mumbled.

   "I'm not kidding...dude." I said, still not recalling his name.  "You've
gotta go before my brother wakes up.  If he tells our parents that I had
another guy over, they'll be pissed."

   "I said five more minutes, Ash!" he mumbled louder.

   As soon as he said my name, I froze.  I knew that voice.  My head was
still ringing like church bells as I leaned closer, over his body to get a
better look at his face.  As soon as his profile came into view, I couldn't
prevent the scream coming from my mouth as I leapt away from him.

   As I flew backwards, my scream finally pulled Kyle from his sleep, and
he sat bolt upright.  I barely missed the edge of the bed and slipped off,
making a loud thump as my bare bottom hit the floor.  My brother's eyes met
mine, and naked and panicking, I snatched the blanket from the bed and
pulled it around my body.  It might have been a mistake, Kyle was just as
naked as I, and after a slight look of naked panic, he rolled off the other
side of the bed, crouching there to hide himself.

   "What the hell, Ashely?" he shouted, only his head now visible over the
mattress as he stared at me accusingly.  "What are you doing in my room?"

   "I'm not!" I began, before finally taking in my surroundings.  I held a
light grey blanket around my naked form, and there were old rock band
posters decorating the walls, as well as a guitar on a stand in the corner.
My clothes and underwear were all over his floor.  My mouth moved
wordlessly as I realized I was in his bedroom, and my heart stopped when
my eyes caught his waste basket sitting next to me.  Hanging carelessly off
the rim was a used condom.

   "No, no, no!" I began, shaking my head.  "We didn't!"

   "We didn't what?" Kyle asked, his eyes looking around.  He seemed to
take in the picture, and his eyes found mine again, hard and accusing. 
"Did you..." he began.  "Did you?

   "No, I didn't!" I explained.

   "Did you sleep with me when I was wasted?" he accused.

   I tried to tell him no, but my lips couldn't even form words any longer.
Panicking, I jumped to my feet and ran.  Pausing for only a moment, I
opened the bedroom door, but as I dashed through, the blankets caught on
something.  My momentum ripped the decency from my body, leaving me
standing bare in the hallway as my brother looked on.  A strangled cry
emanated from my throat, and I ran for the bathroom, slamming the door
behind me.  My heart threatened to drum itself from my chest, and my hands
trembled as I leaned back against the door, sliding down to sit naked on
the cold tiles.

   ***Kyle***

   As I knelt there on the floor next to my bed, my eyes still seemed glued
to the empty space in the hallway outside my bedroom door.  Her form was
gone, but it felt as if the image of her body had been branded into my
vision -"her soft milky skin, her round breasts and hard nipples, her nice
round ass, and the close-cropped hair above her sex.  I tried to shake the
image from my mind, but even so, I could still faintly recall how her body
had felt draped across my back, our naked skin caressing each other, her
silky soft warmth teasing my body.

   "She's your sister," I mumbled angrily.  What I was thinking was gross
beyond belief, Ashely was my sister.  All this was, was a joke.  We didn't
really sleep together, I had to remind myself.  Getting to my feet, I
closed my bedroom door, and grabbed my phone to call Jessica.

   "How did it go, Lover Boy?" Jessica asked without preamble. "Was it
everything you ever hoped it would be?" she asked dreamily.

   "Cut it out.  That's not even funny," I told her.  "We just woke up, and
so far, it's working.  She's flipping the fuck out."

   "I told you," Jessica said smugly. "Now all we need to do is wait for
her to call me, and I'll give her the rest."

   "Are you sure you shouldn't be the one to call her?" I asked.

   "I'm sure," she replied. "Now, don't forget to make your exit. 
Avoidance is key right now.  She's going to have to talk to someone, and it
can't be you...not yet."

   "Fine.  I'll go get some coffee and something to eat." I replied. 
Jessica had gotten us both this far, I just had to trust her.  Besides,
even if it all fell apart right now, the look on Ash's face had already
been worth it.

   "Just remember, you're pissed.  You didn't want to be fucked by your
sister." Jessica reminded me.

   "I would never want anything like that...ever," I said, overly
defensive.  As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt myself blush.
One stray thought and my mind was in tangles.  That image of my sister
standing there in the hallway flashed through my mind and was gone again.

   "That's what I said," Jessica said awkwardly. "Whatever.  Just get out
of there.  She's going to be calling me soon."

   I hung up the phone and began searching through the discarded clothing
on my floor, dressing quickly as I picked through Ash's clothing and mine.
My eyes lingered on her white thong panties, still hanging from the knob of
a dresser drawer, as I stomped into my boots and did up the laces.  Tearing
my eyes away, I rose to my feet and made a beeline for the front door,
making sure to give it a good slam as I left.

   ***Ashley***

   My mind was racing, trying to figure out how any of this could have
happened.  I couldn't even remember how I'd gotten home.  I should have
woken up at Jessica's house, safe and snug in the guest room, recovering
from the party.  For that matter, Jessica and I had made a pact to never
let each other get so drunk again, not after the 4th of July incident.

   I tensed as I heard the loud footfalls coming from Kyle's room, heading
down the hall towards me. Oh God, I fucked my brother! The thought
rippled through my mind once again.  I could still see his face when I
closed my eyes; his face and...other things.  He had looked so hurt...and
pissed, and why wouldn't he after what I'd done.

   As his footsteps neared, my muscles tensed, as if waiting for a blow. 
His footfalls never stop though.  They carried on past me, where I cowered
in the bathroom, and continued down the stairs.  After a moment of silence,
I heard the sound of the front door slamming.  The force of it was hard
enough that I could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor.

   Carefully, I climbed to my feet and cracked the door, listening to make
sure that he was really gone.  Through the silence I heard his truck
starting, and then the sounds of his engine fading away as he truly left.
With a pitiful sigh, I padded the rest of the way down the hall to my room
to grab my phone.  Not even wasting time putting on clothes, I sat on the
edge of my bed naked, and called Jessica.

   "Hey girl!" Jessica said cheerfully.

   "What happened last night?" I cut in.  As angry as I was at her, I was
unable to keep an edge of fear from tainting my voice.

   "Nothing," Jessica said, all too quickly. "It was a party...you know."

   "Don't give me that shit," I said, feeling myself panicking again. 
"What the fuck happened?  I woke up at home.  How did I get here?  And what
happened to not letting me drink too much?  We promised each other."

   "You had a little too much to drink, so you got a ride back to your
house to sleep it off." Jessica said carefully. "That's all.  No harm, no
foul."

   I didn't know what it was in her voice, but I knew she was holding
something back.  "Jessica?" I said threateningly.  "Who took me home?"

   There was a pained pause before Jessica answered, "Your brother."

   "What the hell was Kyle doing there?" I asked.  Kyle had always tried to
slip into our parties, and he knew that he wasn't welcome.  No girl wants
their brother hanging around when they're trying to have fun.

   "He showed up around midnight," Jessica said. "I guess he had been out
partying with his friends and took a detour before going home.  What's with
all these questions?  Did...did something happen?"

   "Did what happen?" I asked, feeling my chest tighten.

   "I don't know...you seem kind of freaked out," she said. "You called
me asking all of these questions.  First you want to know how you got home,
and about the party, and then your brother.  You're kind of all over the
place.  I don't know- "

   "Don't fuck with me!" I yelled.  "What happened at the party!"

   "Ash..." she said quietly. "You don't want to know.  Just forget about
it."

   "Tell me, Jess," I pleaded.  I was scared, but I had to know. 
I needed to know.

   "You were making out with Kyle," she finally said after a long silence.

   "No.  No way!" I assured her.  "That would never happen."

   "I saw it," Jessica assured me. "You were both out by the pool house,
and the lights were off, but I saw you.  It was...heavy."

   "No way!" I denied, my mind spinning, looking for some explanation. 
"Maybe it was someone else, or I didn't know that it was Kyle," I offered
desperately.

   "Hun..." Jessica said carefully. "You knew exactly who it was.  You
were calling him Kyle.  You even called him...your brother."

   "I don't believe you," I said.  Try as hard as I could to avoid it, my
mind conjured images of my brother and I kissing in the shadows, his hands
on me, and our bodies pressed tightly together.  "You're lying..."

   "I have to tell you something," Jessica began.  "Do you remember last
4th of July?  You blacked out, and we made that pact to never get so
wasted again?"

   "Of course, I remember it.  Well, I remember not remembering anyway," I
said.  "And we both blacked out."

   "No hun, it was only you that blacked out.  I remembered it," Jessica
said. "I remember all of it."

   4th of July.  I had woken on a motel bed in a tangle of naked bodies.
Jessica and I were in bed with a strange guy.  Somehow, we had gotten
ourselves into a threesome.  It was the one and only time that either of us
had ever done anything like that, and we realized that we needed to dial
back our drinking from then on.

   "We had sex with that guy," I said.  "What about it?"

   "You had sex with him," Jessica began. "We were all there, ready to
get things going.  We were all totally onboard for a three-way.  Then, you
two started kissing, and you called him Kyle- "

   "His name could have been Kyle," I interjected defensively.

   "His name was Todd.  He told you that no less than ten times," Jessica
said flatly. "And," she continued loudly, forestalling me from
speaking, "you also moved to calling him your brother."

   "No!" I gasped.

   "He must have been into it, because he started calling you his
sister," she continued, ignoring my denial. "I spent the whole night
watching the two of you screw your brains out, pretending that he was your
brother," Jessica finished.

   I couldn't speak.  My mind screamed no, but there had always been a
cloud around what had happened over the 4th of July.  I'd always had the
impression that Jessica knew something, but she had insisted that she
couldn't remember anything either.  Todd, I guess that was his name, had
left in quite the hurry when he woke up.  Come to think of it, he had a
very hard time meeting our eyes for someone who had supposedly just had a
threesome with us only hours before.

   "Why?" I finally asked.  I didn't know if I wanted to know why she told
me, or why I had done something like that.

   "Because you're in love with Kyle," she said plainly.

   "What?" I scoffed.  "That's ridiculous!  I'm totally not in love with
my brother."

   "You could have fooled me," Jessica said. "At least he's hot.  Could
you imagine if Kyle was a cringer?"

   "Quit joking," I told her angrily.  "This isn't funny."

   "Come on," Jessica continued. "You've seen him at the beach...those
muscles!"

   "Jessica!" I shouted.

   "Fine...fine," she relented. "So, what happened.  Why the panicked
call?"

   Her question had taken all of the rage out of me.  We had been beating
around the topic for a while, but it had been some time since I had
actually thought about the incident.  A flash of memory came of me lying
across my brothers bare back, my hard nipples digging into his skin, my
pussy warm, and my lips damp with arousal.  I knew that it was a lie.  It
hadn't been like that at all, but it seemed as if my mind wanted to change
things.

   Shaking away those thoughts, I took a deep breath.  "I...uh.  I woke up
in bed with Kyle." I said hesitantly, uncomfortable that I was even telling
Jessica something like this.

   Jessica whistled loudly through the phone at my
revelation. "That's...uh.  That's...humm," she began. "Did you two have
sex?"

   "Pretty sure," I replied.  "Our clothes were everywhere, we were
naked...and there was a condom in the trash...used."

   "That's not so bad," Jessica exclaimed. "You guys used protection!"

   "Not cool," I said flatly.

   "Too soon?" Jessica asked.

   "Really too soon," I replied.  "What am I supposed to do?  When Kyle
woke up and saw me, naked in his bed, he was pissed."

   "Does he know that you guys fucked?" Jessica asked.

   "Yeah.  It was kind of hard to hide that one from him," I said.  "And
could you please not say fucked?  I feel weird enough about this as it is
without adding that connotation to what happened."

   "How about made love with?" Jessica offered.

   "We slept together," I countered.  "Okay? Slept!"

   "Fine, you slept together," she conceded. "As far as what you should
do, I would make sure he doesn't tell anyone about what happened...If I
were you at least."

   "He's not that stupid," I said, before adding, "Is he?  It's a law of
society that guys cannot be victims, and either way, he still slept with
his own sister.  No one would want to tell people about that."

   "It depends on how mad he is.  He could say something before he even
realizes what he is doing," Jessica mused. "And, if you really think he
won't tell anyone...you told me, didn't you?"

   "Shit!" I cursed.

   "My advice, find a way to keep him quiet," she offered. "Hey, I gotta
go.  Someone is puking in the hot tub."

   "Wait!  Jessica?" I called into my phone.  "How do I keep him quiet?"

   She was already gone.  I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment before
realizing that I was still completely naked.  Getting up, I grabbed my
towel and went for a shower.  I smelled like sweat, alcohol, and what I was
sure must be underlying tones of sex.  The water washed over me as I tried
to process the events of the morning.

   There was no denying it, I had fucked my own brother...or slept with
rather.  And after what Jessica had told me, it was most definitely my
fault, if there had ever been any question of that in the first place.  I
still couldn't remember the events of that 4th of July night, but my mind
seemed to be happily filling in the blanks for me.

   I was riding that man's cock, in every position I could, even on all
fours while he fucked me roughly and pulled my hair.  All the time I moaned
for my brother to fuck me harder.  In a flash, that stranger's blurry
outline was replaced with the crisp image of my brother, his cock
slamming into me.

   I felt an ache between my thighs, and I could swear there was more
wetness there than could be blamed on the shower.  I had a feeling that
Jessica's assessment might have been right, I was in love with Kyle.  At
the least, I had a very unhealthy sexual attraction.  Hell, I had gone out
of my way to play jokes on him so I could see him naked, even dosing him
with Viagra so I could see his hard cock.  Just thinking about it sent
another painful jolt through my loins, demanding my attention.  Refusing to
acquiesce, I turned the water all the way to cold, and braced myself as the
chill washed over me, shocking me out of my disturbing arousal.  I needed
to get a grip on myself.

   With my libido well and truly doused, I turned off the water and dried
off.  After a quick trek back to my room, I tried to decide what to wear.
As Jessica had suggested, I was going to have to confront my brother about
what had happened, sooner rather than later, and that meant actually
standing in front of him.

   I thought about a nice top and a skirt, something I would normally be
wearing on a day like this, but looking myself over in the mirror, I saw
how attractive I looked, and how it accentuated my body.  The last thing I
wanted was for him to think I was seducing him or something.  Besides, my
attire was definitely not situation appropriate.  Next, I tried on a pair
of jeans and a baggy t-shirt, but I felt extremely homely.  Nothing I had
on was flattering in the least.  It should have been acceptable for my
purpose, but the part of me that realized I liked him couldn't let him see
me looking like that.

   "Shit." I sighed, almost a whimper, as I realized what I was doing.  I
was primping for my brother.

   Picking out an outfit to wear while I talked to my brother about our
accidental intercourse should have been a lot easier.

   ***Kyle***

   I sat outside in my truck, just around the corner from our house.  I'd
already received the call from Jessica, letting me know that she had
finished filling in Ashley with the events of last night.  Everything was
moving along smoothly.  My sister had even called her like she'd predicted.
After being fed the story we had prepared (of Ashley coming onto me by the
pool house when we were both wasted), my sister was well and truly
spiraling.

   I checked my watch again.  Jessica had told me to give Ashley some time
before I got home to push our prank across the finish line.  She had been
alone for almost two hours now, but I figured I could give her another few
minutes just to be safe.

   I still couldn't believe how well this was going.  Jessica had thought
out every detail.  As far as either of us knew, my sister still had no idea
what was going on.  As quickly as she had been hit with the information
this morning, Jessica was sure that it would keep her mind well occupied,
preventing her from realizing what day it was.

   Checking my watch again, I decided it was time.  Starting my truck, I
pulled around the corner and eased to a stop in front of our house.  As I
got out, I made sure to slam the old door loudly so Ashely would be alerted
to my return.

   Walking up the porch steps, I thought of something and slipped my phone
from my pocket as I opened the front door.  Jessica had been right, Ashley
needed to be kept on her heels.  As I walked through the living room
towards the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of Ashely from the corner of my
eye. She was at the top of the stairs, watching me nervously as her fingers
clutched to the banister.  I made no move to acknowledge her, and instead I
pretended to dial a number into my phone, bringing it up to my ear just as
I was rounding the corner into the kitchen.

   After a moment of waiting, I began speaking just loud enough that Ashley
would be able to hear.  "Hey, Mom?  Can you and Dad call me as soon as you
get this?  Something happened and we really need to talk." Smiling, I set
my phone down on the kitchen island and grabbed a bottled water from the
refrigerator.

   ***Ashley***

   What is he thinking? I screamed mentally.  Shit-shit-shit!

   The whole delicate plan I had come up with vanished from my mind as I
rushed down the stairs to confront my brother.

   Sliding slightly in my haste as I came to a halt in the kitchen, I
stared at my brother for a long moment as I tried to remember the plan I
had painstakingly come up with.  Kyle stood there by the refrigerator,
staring back at me as I nervously fumbled with the hem of my jean shorts.

   I had gone with a somewhat modest look to face him, a pair of cute cut
off jean shorts, and a yellow and white striped polo with a small pocket on
my breast.  My makeup was minimalistic, but just enough eyeliner and
mascara to make my eyes really pop for him.  It was perfectly sisterly,
while avoiding a homely look.  I couldn't even force myself to confront him
without makeup.  I was pathetic.  I knew how this had to end though, this
was a mistake, and it would never happen again.  I would most likely have
to pay for what I'd done, but hopefully no one else would ever have to know
about it.

   "What?" Kyle asked sharply.

   "Umm," I began.  Spoken words felt so far from my comprehension at the
moment.

   "What is it, Ash?" he said, sounding like he was running out of
patience.

   "I'm sorry," I finally said.  My voice was so quiet I wasn't sure if he
could hear.

   "You're sorry?" he asked.  "For sneaking into my room and fucking me? 
Do you think a sorry is going to fix that?"

   I winced as he echoed my words back at me.  I wasn't supposed to say
that.  Saying sorry felt too much like admitting that I had known what I
was doing last night.

   "I drank too much...we drank too much last night," I corrected myself
quickly.  "We didn't know what we were doing.  I don't even know what we
did." None of this was going the way that I had hoped.

   "So that makes it okay?" he asked.  "You slipped into my room and had
sex with me!  If I were a girl, it would be rape!"

   "Don't put this all on me!" I said, my voice rising from a sudden surge
of anger.  How dare he claim that I raped him.  "For all I know, you
carried me up into your room and took advantage of me!"

   "Oh no, don't even..." he said shaking his head.  "When mom and dad hear
about this-"

   "You can't!" I broke in quickly, taking a step closer, my hands reaching
out to him.  "Please!" I stared into his eyes for a moment, seeing that
anger in there.  I was afraid that he would actually tell our parents. 
Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself to my knees.  "Please, Kyle.  Please
don't tell anyone.  I'm begging you."

   He still didn't say anything as he watched me.  Desperate, I inched
myself closer, kneeling right at his feet and letting him tower over me. 
Carefully, I reached up for his hands, but he pulled them out of reach. 
Instead, I grasped onto the pockets of his jeans as I looked up at him.

   I felt like I was holding my breath as I silently begged him to forgive
me...to keep this all a secret.  It felt like an eternity as I waited for
him to speak.  The silence felt thick, like a wall forcibly shutting out
everything around the two of us.  The only things I could hear were his
breathing, and the steady thump of my heart pounding in my ears.

   I didn't realize it at first, I was so caught up waiting for him to
finally speak, but I felt something hardening beneath my hand.  My heart
skipped a beat as I realized what it was, and I felt a flutter of hope
inside of me.  It was wrong, and I knew it, but if I could keep him quiet,
it would be worth it.  That's what I told myself anyway, as I felt a
wetness build inside my panties.

   Adjusting my grip on his right pocket, I let my hand brush against his
growing erection.  Kyle's eyes widened, but he never moved.  My heart
skipped another beat as I watched his panicked eyes, and I felt his cock
jump against the side of my hand.  Becoming slightly more bold, I let my
thumb move to run along his thickening shaft, caressing him gently.

   Kyle's eyes still held mine, and he wasn't stopping me, or pulling away.
Taking a deep breath, I forced my fingertips to let go of his pocket and
moved my hand deliberately over his cock, letting its bulge rest easily in
my palm before giving it a squeeze.  He couldn't stop the groan, even as he
bit down on his lip.

   I had to fight back a smile.  I wasn't going to enjoy this.  This wasn't
for me.  I kept trying to convince myself of these things, but I knew
better.  With my realization earlier with Jessica, came another, more sad
realization.  My greatest fantasy was to fuck my own brother, and I'd
actually done it.  But I would never remember it, and it would never happen
again.  It kind of hurt knowing that.  It seemed, however, that there might
just be a chance for a mulligan.

   With his cock still gripped in my hand, I felt it jump again in
excitement, and it felt incredible.  Nervous, but determined not to let
this opportunity pass me by, I lifted my other hand to his button and
zipper, slowly unfastening his pants.  Once they were undone, I pulled them
down his hips slightly, just enough to free his brotherly cock.

   My hand slipped inside his pants and boxers, and slowly pulled him free.
It was magnificent, long and just the right thickness with a swollen head,
begging to be sucked.  His skin felt so soft and warm in my hand.  My heart
battered away at my ribcage as I looked up at my brother, still silent for
all I was doing.  There was something else in his eyes now, as I slowly
stroked his smooth cock in my hand, pointing it right at my waiting mouth.

   "Please, Little Brother," I whispered, letting my tongue flick against
the tip of his cock.  "Please don't tell anyone what your sister did to
you."

   Taking my eyes off of his, I focused on his cock, letting his warm shaft
brush against my cheek as I kissed one side, and then the other.  The kiss
I placed on his tip lingered, and my lips slowly parted to take his whole
head in, letting my tongue swirl around him and tasting his delicious
precum as it coated my taste buds.  Finally having him in my mouth, I
closed my eyes and moaned deeply in satisfaction.

   I could hear Kyle's moans echo my own, and it only drove me further. 
Opening wider, I took more of him into my mouth, taking him as far down as
I could.  There was just too much of him though.  Nearly half of his cock
still sat beyond my lips as his tip touched the back of my throat, forcing
me to fight back my gag reflex.  Not to be deterred, I sucked on what I
could reach, and stroked the rest, making sure to coat it all with a thick
layer of my saliva.

   My panties felt soaked in my shorts.  The more I sucked, the more I was
sure my juices were soaking the denim and dripping into a puddle on the
floor.  Finally, unable to control myself any longer, I snaked a hand down
between us, and into the front of my shorts.

   I was a mess.  My fingers were instantly coated in my juices, but I
couldn't care less.  I began rubbing my clit, moaning harder on my brothers
cock as I blew him.  I had never gotten so much pleasure out of giving head
before, and deep down, I knew it was only this hot because of who's
throbbing shaft it was that was in my mouth.  Opening my eyes again, I
looked up at my brother, seeing his face contorted in a tortured pleasure
as he watched his own sister worshiping his cock.

   I felt him begin to swell between my lips, and I started fingering
myself faster.  If he was going to cum, I wanted to cum with him.  Just as
I was sure he would burst in my mouth, Kyle grabbed me by the hair and
yanked me from his delicious cock, staggering back a step as he took deep
breaths.

   For a moment, I thought he had reconsidered what we were doing, but once
I recognized the look in his eyes, I knew better.

   He lifted me to my feet by the hair and pushed me against the kitchen
island facing away from him.  With both of his strong hands, he yanked down
my jean shorts and soaked panties to my thighs before bending me forcefully
over the counter.  With my upper body splayed out on the granite
countertop, the balls of my feet barely reached the floor.

   I couldn't see what he was doing behind me.  There was a long pause as I
waited hopefully, then a rustle of clothing before I felt it.  It brushed
slightly against my wet folds teasingly sliding up, and then back down.  He
was so warm against me, and all I wanted was for him to drive himself deep
inside of my desperate pussy, to take me any way he wanted so long as he
showed me who was in charge.  I had never before wanted to be the
submissive in a relationship, but the thought of being dominated by Kyle,
by my little brother, made my body ache and tremble.

   Just as he was sliding down my wet lips once more, he slammed himself
inside of me, burying himself as deep as he could.  I let out a cry of both
surprise and bliss as I felt him stretching me to fit his impressive size.
He barely paused before he began fucking me with slow powerful thrusts, his
fingers gripping my small waist as his hips crashed into my ass.

   I stretched my arms out in front of me, grasping to the opposite end of
the counter as I tried to press my ass back into his assault.  He felt
incredible inside of me, and I could feel my juices running down my thighs.
The slap-slap-slap of our fucking filled the quiet kitchen, and I moaned
out my pleasure, urging him to fuck me harder.

   "Do you like fucking your sister?" I cooed, falling into a sex fueled
haze of depravity.  "Does my pussy feel good wrapped around my little
brother's cock?"

   "Fuck!" he grunted as he began fucking me harder.

   "That's it," I urged him.  "Punish me!  Fuck me harder!  Fuck me to
pieces!"

   The more I spoke, the more violent his assault became.  In no time, he
was forcibly pulling me back to him with each powerful thrust.  Each time
our bodies connected, another paralyzing jolt of pleasure shot through my
body from my punished pussy.  I could feel myself getting closer and
closer, like a glass vase slowly being pushed towards the edge, knowing it
would shatter from the fall.

   My voice was a loud, high pitched keen of pleasure as my brother
continued fucking me.  I was right on the edge, begging to be pushed over.

   "Oh fuck, Sis!" Kyle cried, squeezing my hips tighter.  "I'm gonna cum!"

   I didn't know what was hotter, him telling me he was going to cum for
me, or him calling me Sis while his cock was pounding ruthlessly into my
pussy, but it sent me over the edge.  My body went limp, and my legs
trembled uncontrollably through my climax, curling my toes painfully.

   Kyle's cock continued pounding into my over sensitive pussy even after
my orgasm ravaged my body, torturing me, making me delirious with pleasure.
I couldn't think, I could hardly breath.  My body was limp as he used me,
my legs dangling unsupported off the side of the counter.  I thought my
punishment would last forever, until...

   "Oh, Fuck!" Kyle cried, his thrusts becoming more sporadic.  "Oh fuck,
Ash!"

   He drove deep inside of me, mashing our bodies tightly together as he
emptied his cock into my brutalized pussy.  Panting heavily, he leaned over
my back for support.  After several moments, he slowly withdrew his cock
from my worn cunt and sat down right on the kitchen tile.

   With him no longer supporting me, I let my helpless legs pull me down
off the counter as well, and I found myself lying right next to him as I
tried to remember where I was, and what had just happened to me.

   My shorts and panties were sitting around my ankles, but my muscles were
too sore, and I was too tired to do anything about it.  I could feel cum
dribbling out of my pussy and down my ass.  I looked beside me, and my
brother was lying there with an arm over his eyes, and his pants around his
ankles as well.

   That's right, I thought.  I just fucked my brother...again.  My memory
came back to me, and for the first time since I'd let his cock slip into my
mouth, I remembered the whole reason I had been there in the kitchen
talking with him.

   "So, does this mean you're not going to tell now?" I asked.

   "What?" he asked, looking slightly confused as he pulled his arm away
from his eyes to look at me.

   "I figured, since you just fucked the hell out of me, that you wouldn't
be telling Mom and Dad about last night," I said hopefully.

   "Oh...yeah," he said, looking a bit sheepish as his cheeks redden. 
"About that...Uh...April Fools?"

   "What?" I asked, momentarily confused.

   "Uh...it was just an April Fool's joke," he said, carefully looking
anywhere but at me.  "Nothing actually happened last night.  Jessica and I
just put this together to get you back..." he trailed off awkwardly.

   "So, we never had sex?" I asked.

   "Well, just now..." he said.

   "You're an ass," I said, still too exhausted and sexually fulfilled to
even work up a small amount of anger.  "And you're sick, you know that?" I
asked.  "Totally fucked up in the head."

   "You're the one that seduced me," he shot back.

   "Did not!"

   "You were on your knees, and you pulled my cock out and started sucking
it!" he protested.

   Shit...I did do that, I thought.  Try as hard as I might though, I
couldn't find it in myself to get angry.  First, it was an excellent prank.
Second, I got to fuck my brother, and prank or not, I had finally realized
how much I'd been wanting to do that.

   "By the way," Kyle added.  "Happy Birthday."

   "Thanks," I replied.  A moment later I kicked off my shorts and panties
from around my ankles, and sat up, facing him.  "Speaking of, there's
something I want for my birthday..."

   I peeled off my yellow and white polo shirt, leaving myself completely
naked for him as I swung my leg over to straddle his thighs.  I let my
hands run up my body from my legs, up over my smooth tummy, and finished
off by giving my round perky breasts a teasing squeeze.  Kyle's eyes were
glued to my body, and I watched his cock, lying limp on his belly right in
front of me, begin to grow in anticipation.

   ***Jessica***

   Jessica watched, crouching near the kitchen window in her friend's back
yard.  Her panties had been long discarded, and the insides of her thighs
were stained with the remnants of her arousal.  She had planned everything
out so perfectly, but she still never expected something so hot to happen,
but she had hoped.

   Ever since that 4th of July, and seeing Ashley call that guy Kyle while
she fucked him, Jessica had developed this overwhelming perversion.  She
wanted to see her best friend actually fuck her own brother.  It was so
wrong, but that one night had changed her, and now incest was a huge turn
on for her.  Not her own family, of course, but watching others cross that
line...just thinking about Ashely with her brother drove her wild.

   Jessica watched as Ashely finally sat up on the floor and pulled her top
off.  Seeing her best friend straddling her brother, she realized that the
show wasn't over yet.  Ashely lifted herself, lining her brother's cock up
with her battered cunt, and Jessica let her fingers dip underneath her
skirt once again.  As Ashely's faint moans reached her ears, Jessica had
only one thought, this was the greatest April Fool's joke that no one
would ever hear about.

   THE END


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