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 Title: Tricked Twice


Summary: My girlfriend leads my sister and me down a dangerous road. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   ZACK



   * * * * *

   I looked across the table at my girlfriend Alex and saw that she was in
a good mood.  A great mood.  The most gorgeous woman I've ever met, smart,
and funny.  A deadly combination.

   "You know my little sister, right?" I prompted.

   "Yeah, I remember.  The nerd," Alex answered.

   Blunt but fair.  Claire was a nerd, just like me.  She was two years
younger and the same bug that inspired me to get into computer science bit
her, too.  We were a lot alike in other ways, which made sense given the
fact that we were family.  Both of us had the same brown eyes and dark,
unruly hair.  We inherited that from Dad.

   "Yes, the nerd," I confirmed.

   Alex and I have been dating for almost two years but during that time,
she only ever met my family once  -" last thanksgiving.  I was the first to
officially bring someone home to be inspected by the parental units, so
there hadn't been a lot of time for Alex and Claire to get to know each
other.

   Waiting for me to go on, Alex took another bite of her sandwich.

   "It turns out she's much smarter than me and just had her last finals.
She's officially done with college half a year early."

   "Ooomm," Alex squealed in admiration with a mouth full of ham and
cheese. She gave her thumbs up.

   "And what I wanted to ask was..." I took a deep breath.  "How do you
feel about her maybe, if you don't have a problem with it, staying here for
a little bit?"

   Alex raised her left eyebrow.

   "Not forever or anything, it's just that she doesn't have a job or a
place to live yet and really doesn't want to move back home.  You know how
my parents are, she'll never be treated as an adult there.  And it's pretty
far outside the city, too."

   Alex pursed her lips.  She looked at me intently with those beautiful
blue eyes.  She always looked at me like she saw right inside of me.  It
meant she was thinking hard.

   "You know we only have one bathroom, right?" she replied after a minute.

   "Yes.  She's very neat and it wouldn't be for too long.  Just until she
finds a place of her own."

   "We don't have a bed in the guest room."

   Our apartment wasn't very big and calling it a "guest room" was very
generous.  It was barely bigger than a utility closet and at the moment
held boxes we never got around to unpacking.  There'd be just enough space
there for a small bed, a table, and a chair.  Officially it was a
two-bedroom apartment, though the rent was more like one-and-a-half.

   Other than that, it was a nice place.  Just outside downtown with a view
of Regal Park.  The combined living room and kitchen was more than enough
for two people.  When we moved in nine months ago, the previous owners left
behind a barely-used three-seater and all we had to get was a cheap dining
table from IKEA and a nice TV.

   "She said she was bringing her own air mattress."

   "We won't be able to have loud sex in the kitchen anymore."

   "We haven't had sex in the kitchen since a week after we moved in."

   "I know, right.  Why do they have to make beds so comfortable?"

   "You probably won't even know she's here.  Claire has always been pretty
shy and she'll probably just be on her computer in her room when she's
here," I said, steering the conversation back on topic.

   "Do you want her here?" Alex asked.

   It was my turn to think.  "I really want to be the kind of brother she
can count on."

   "Aww," Alex cooed and pushed back her chair.  She walked around the
table and promptly plopped into my lap.  "And that's why I love you so
much," she said and kissed me.

   "Is that a yes?" I asked with the memory of her warm lips making it hard
to think about anything else.

   "On one condition," she said with a serious face, though immediately
betrayed herself by grabbing my crotch.

   "What's that?"

   "That we have sex in the kitchen while we still can," she said, grinned,
and squeezed my dick.

   * * * * *

   The doorbell rang.

   "Oooh, that's her," Alex said, sitting up.

   Sure enough, when I opened the door, my little sister Claire stood in
the hallway.  Three inches shorter than me and much better dressed.  I
could tell she had gone all out, wearing her Sunday outfit  -" blouse,
blazer, and a skirt that went past the knees.  She had her backpack slung
over one shoulder and a big duffel bag on the ground with a cardboard box
containing an air mattress sitting on top.

   "Hey," I said, smiling at her.

   Alex squeezed between me and the doorframe to throw her arms around
Claire in a tight hug.  Terrified, Claire looked at me for help.  I just
shrugged my shoulders.

   "That's a price you're going to have to pay if you want to live here," I
told her.

   "Please, come in," Alex said and picked up the duffel bag, handing me
the box.  I managed to just get out of the way before she ran me over. 
"You've never been here before, right?"

   "No," Claire said quietly.

   "Well, this is it," Alex announced, waving her free arm around the
living room.  "It's not much but you're free to hang out and watch TV and
everything." She set the duffel bag down by the door to the spare room. 
"And we made some room in the fridge for your stuff."

   I opened the fridge and gestured at the bottom shelf and one of the two
crisper boxes, which were empty.  Claire nodded.

   "We only have one bathroom so we'll have to share.  There should be
plenty of room for your things in there.  You can use Zack's space since he
doesn't need it."

   "I don't have a lot," Claire said.

   "Then it will definitely fit," Alex said, grinning.  "This door is our
bedroom," she continued, pointing at the closed door.  "Please knock loudly
if you ever need anything, don't just barge in."

   "I won't, I promise," Claire said quickly, looking at me like Alex had
accused her of doing something naughty.

   "Great, then let me show you your room," Alex said and opened the door
to the spare room.

   We'd spent the day before moving everything unnecessary out and giving
it a solid clean.  It had been a great opportunity to get rid of things
that Alex didn't need or want anymore; now our collection of things that we
didn't have a place for were just two boxes, one containing my books and
another one containing her miscellaneous items.  One was in our closet, the
other in the living room next to the TV.

   "I hope it's big enough."

   The room smelled lemon-scented and a hand-operated air-pump laid on the
desk.  I followed the two inside and set the air mattress box down onto the
table.  Claire looked around, grinning.

   "It's wonderful," she said, peering out the window overlooking Regent
Park.

   "The walls are pretty thick and the bathroom is like a buffer between
our rooms, so if things get pretty loud it won't really bother us."

   "I have headphones," Claire said.

   "Oh yes, that is totally what I was talking about," Alex said, shooting
me a sly grin.

   "Thank you so much for letting me stay here," Claire said.

   "No problem," I said.

   "Happy to have you here," Alex added and looked like she was thinking
about giving her another hug, but decided against it.  "After you get
settled in we can go grocery shopping.  There's a couple things I need
anyway."

   "Okay," Claire said.

   "Do you need anything right away?"

   "No," Claire and shook her head.

   Years of brotherly experience made it obvious that she really needed to
be left alone for the moment.  I grabbed the back of Alex's shirt and
tugged her toward the door.

   "Just say if you need anything," I said in the room, closing the door
behind me.

   "Wow, she really is shy," Alex said, frowning.

   "I told you."

   Alex walked to the kitchen and grabbed an apple.  "She is so adorable,
though."

   "Is she?"

   "Yeah.  She's like a miniature version of you," Alex giggled.

   "Our mom has strong genes."

   "if you grew out your hair and put on a little makeup you'd totally look
like a chick."

   "I do not have boobs," I defended myself.

   "True, true," Alex muttered.  "I'm sure we can fix that."

   I rolled my eyes while Alex took a huge bite of the apple.  She kept
eyeing the door to Claire's room as if she expected it to open any moment.

   "She's probably on her computer," I said.

   "Did I scare her off by being too friendly?"

   "No, you were great."

   "Is this what it feels like to be parents?" Alex asked.

   I chuckled.  "Maybe?  I don't know."

   "I like her."

   "That's good.  I like her, too," I said, rubbing Alex's back.

   * * * * *

   When I stepped out of the bathroom at a little past seven in the
morning, Claire sat at the dining table in her favorite Stargirl pajamas
eating a bowl of cereal with the newspaper in front of her.  She was doing
the crossword puzzle, though the housing section had been pulled out.

   "Sleep well?" I asked, pouring myself some oatmeal.

   "Uh-huh," Claire grunted.

   It's been a week since she moved in and we all kind of settled into our
daily routine.  My mom, Claire, and I have always been early risers.  Alex,
on the other hand, blissfully snored away, still fast asleep.  She was very
grouchy if she woke up too early.

   "Got any plans for today?" I asked, expecting another grunt.

   Instead, Claire's head snapped up and she grinned at me.  "Yeah, Alex
and I are going to the mall."

   "You are?"

   "Yeah, she said she wanted to get to know me better and booked us for a
pedicure."

   "That sounds great."

   "I've never had one before."

   "Neither have I," I laughed.

   Claire rolled her eyes.  "Your girlfriend is really nice."

   "I think so, too."

   "You should marry her."

   "We've only been dating for two years."

   "That's plenty of time."

   "Okay, sure.  I'll go ask for her hand in marriage and then we can take
you in as our little pet."

   Claire stuck out her tongue at me.  "Just saying."

   "Noted."

   For the next nine hours, my mind was on the delivery of a new server. 
It was the first time we were capable of deploying our product to an
in-house server and after only a couple of minutes, it was painfully clear
that it was going to take multiple days just to set it up right.

   Most of my day involved typing error messages into a search engine to
figure out why nothing was working.  The worst part wasn't that it was
difficult  -" it really wasn't  -" but that it was boring.  Somehow, doing
a boring task for eight hours was far worse than trying something
difficult.

   By the time I returned home, I had completely forgotten about the
conversation with Claire that morning.  I walked through the door and went
straight to the sofa to collapse in exhaustion.  My blissful rest was
interrupted by Alex grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet.

   "Your expertise is required," she said, shoving me toward Claire. 
"Notice anything different?"

   The vague memory of that morning's conversation popped into my head and
I looked at Claire's fingernails.  They were very neat, perfectly smooth,
with a clean tip.  Not a speck of dirt in sight and almost glossy.

   "That looks nice.  Very clean," I said.

   Claire grinned.

   "And?" Alex prodded.

   "And...  uh, I don't know?  They're long?"

   "No, you dummy.  Do you notice anything else."

   I looked at my sister again.  She was wearing makeup, not really styled,
which I supposed wasn't that unusual.  I'd never seen the purple shirt with
flowers before but I didn't know if that was supposed to be the new thing
or not.  Her hair was a lot smoother than usual but I had no idea if that
meant she got a haircut or anything.  One side was tucked behind her ears,
like usual.  Then she slightly cocked her head and the light caught in one
of her earlobes.

   "Oh!" I blurted out.  "You have earrings."

   Claire nodded.

   "We got her ears pierced," Alex explained.

   I moved in closer and saw two small metal ornaments.

   "They're just sterile earrings until it heals properly," Claire said.

   "I see.  They look nice anyway."

   "When they gunned her the first time, she screamed so loud all the
windows in the mall rattled," Alex laughed.

   "Shut up!" Claire burst out and started blushing the way she usually did
when embarrassed.

   "I had to promise her ice cream to get the other side done," Alex
giggled.

   "Oh, I'm sorry," I told Claire.

   "It's okay.  It doesn't hurt at all anymore," Claire scowled.

   "It was totally worth it," Alex said.  "You look gorgeous."

   That wiped the scowl off of Claire's face and she beamed at both Alex
and me.  That smile could warm a frozen heart.  Seeing my little sister
happy was the best feeling in the world.  Well, second best if you counted
bedroom stuff with Alex.

   It didn't really hit me until that moment but Claire had changed
significantly from the shy girl that I used to know.  Sure, she still
wasn't very outgoing but she warmed up to Alex much faster than I expected.
The two of them were quite chummy.

   * * * * *

   It wasn't often that I got out of work early but when my boss told me
that there had been an "incident" and management thought it was best that
everyone went home, I didn't question it.  I assumed they were trying to
run damage control but it could have been anything.  Not my job, not my
problem.  They didn't pay me enough for that.

   Usually, Alex was still out around that time, taking a few laps around
the block after sitting at the laptop all day, so I didn't expect anyone to
be home.  I certainly didn't knock before entering my own apartment.

   That's how I walked in on my little sister standing in the kitchen with
a cucumber down her throat.  She spotted me the moment I came into view and
frantically pulled out five inches of saliva-coated cucumber, followed by a
long strand of saliva.  She threw it aside, hitting the tiled kitchen wall.
It broke into two pieces and then splattered on the floor.

   "It's not what it looks like!" Claire blurted out before her telltale
blush turned her face red.

   Alex started giggling uncontrollably; her lips turned white from trying
to hold back the laughter.  Claire's gaze darted between myself and Alex
and I wasn't sure who she was more pissed at.  In the end, she stomped into
her room and slammed the door shut behind her.

   "What's going on?" I asked.

   "You're home too early," Alex said ruefully, bending down to pick up the
cucumber pieces.

   "Yeah, they sent everyone home.  Someone screwed up.  Not my department.
Why was my little sister doing...  that."

   "She's gotta learn somehow," Alex said matter of factly.  She ran the
two big pieces under the sink.

   "But not like that," I insisted.

   "Oh?  You'd rather she practice on a guy?" Alex fired back.

   "No, that's not what I meant."

   "What did you mean, then?"

   "Nevermind."

   Alex raised the same piece of cucumber that had just been in Claire's
mouth and took a hearty bite.

   "Are you seriously going to eat that?" I asked.

   "We paid good money for it.  It's not like she fucked it," Alex said,
smirking.  "Yet."

   "That's not funny."

   "Your face begs to differ.  If you could see the look on your face,
you'd think it's funny, too."

   "Can you at least practice on something we don't eat?"

   "You want me to get her a dildo?"

   "No, I do not."

   "A bottle?"

   "No."

   "A flashlight?"

   "Just drop it."

   "A hairbrush?"

   "Alex, please.  Forget I said anything."

   "Sure will," Alex said defiantly.  She walked past me, taking another
crunchy bite of cucumber and slapped my ass.

   Did it really make a difference if she taught Claire how to give a
blowjob?  She was right that my sister would learn eventually.  I wanted to
be mad at Alex but being so open about sex and related topics was one of
the reasons I fell in love with her.

   "I'm sorry, you're right," I said.  "Out of all the options I can think
of, it's the least worst.  Can you tell Claire that I'm sorry, too?"

   "You could tell her yourself," Alex said, smirking.

   "The only job I want to talk about with my sister is the one she needs a
resume for."

   "Chicken," Alex scoffed but she nevertheless came over to plant a quick
peck on my lips.

   * * * * *

   All the things I had carefully planned just seemed to evaporate the
instant I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.  That's how it
usually went after a long, hard week at work.  Saturdays were there to
relax and just zone out.

   The apartment was nice and quiet, Alex took Claire out shopping.  It was
a regular occurrence these days, I didn't really think twice about it.  I
zapped aimlessly through the channels until settling on Food Fight, a
cooking contest show.  Alex wasn't a big fan of them; she got frustrated
watching the contestants keep messing things up.  I, cooking disaster
extraordinaire, liked knowing that I wasn't the worst cook in the world.  i
A little past noon my phone buzzed.  Apparently, I had six unread messages
from Alex.  I tapped and saw the first one had been sent around ten a.m. 
Damn phone.
ALEX: LOL look what i found
Attached to the message was a picture, taken in a dressing room.  She
wore a french maid costume; thigh-high white stockings, black miniskirt, a

lace-trimmed apron, corset, and a blouse so thin it was see-through.

   Dressing up as a maid had been one of her fantasies for a while.  She
wanted me to play a rich, married guy who couldn't help but take notice of
the new maid.  After ordering her to do her chores, I couldn't help myself
anymore and just fucked her while she tried to iron my shirts.

   We never got around to it because she never found an outfit she liked.
ALEX: Please don't fire me I promise to obey every command
Another picture, this time with her torso bent over and legs straight,
pretending she was cleaning.  She wasn't wearing any underwear and her

pussy peeked out underneath the extremely short hemline of the skirt.

   While it wasn't my fantasy, I did like the look of Alex's pussy and felt
my cock stirring in my pants.

   The next message was dated twenty minutes later.
ALEX: Oops your sister saw the outfit in my bag
ALEX: She laughed when I told her that she had to wear it from now on
and clean for us
I groaned.  I loved that Alex was a very straightforward, kinky person
but sometimes I wished she had a little restraint.  I didn't really want my

sister to know what we were doing in the bedroom.

   I kept scrolling.
ALEX: She's up for it
Seeing the attached picture was like a punch to my stomach.  It was a
picture of Claire, wearing that exact same outfit.  She was in the exact
same pose as Alex had been  -" legs straight, bent forward, feathering away
imaginary dust.  The only differences were that Claire wasn't wearing the

stockings and she looked at the camera and stuck out her tongue.

   If the phone had been just an inch or two lower, I would have been able
to see if Claire was going bare underneath as well, but the angle the photo
was just shy of showing everything.  I swallowed a lump in my throat. 
There was no way that Claire would have posed like that if she hadn't been
wearing underwear, I was sure of that.  And yet, I couldn't get the image
of Alex out of my head, flashing her puffed up pussy to the mirror.

   The front of my pants was uncomfortably tight and I had to adjust.  I
didn't want to have an erection while looking at pictures of Claire but my
body took a while to respond.

   I dreaded what the last message would be.  It was sent ten minutes ago.
ALEX: Eating lunch at the mall, you want me to bring back anything?
That was a relief.  I quickly replied that I wasn't hungry and set the
phone down again.  The TV was still on, though I had no idea what had
happened in the entire episode.  My mind was still on that damn picture of

my little sister.

   Why the hell had Alex sent me that?

   Part of me was pissed, the other part was horny.  I scrolled back up to
the picture of Alex, flashing her pussy.  Then back down to the picture of
my sister.  It really was the exact same pose.  That couldn't have been an
accident, could it?  What were the odds of that?

   Butterflies buzzed around my stomach and inside my skull.  Without
really thinking about it, I got up and headed to the bathroom.  Standing in
front of the sink, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick.  It felt
great to let it free.

   With one hand on my penis, the other holding the phone, I swapped
between the three pictures, stroking myself.  I closed my eyes and
remembered Claire's lips around the cucumber, watching it slowly disappear
in her mouth.

   Before I knew it, I came.  A powerful rush of excitement that left the
sink splattered with cum.

   Then the fog lifted and I was left looking at myself in the mirror.  I
just jerked off to a picture of my sister.  My cock twitched as if to chide
me.

   Why did I do that?

   Guys are stupid, everyone knows that.  It wasn't an excuse but at least
it was an explanation.  Once my body got going, it didn't matter what I was
looking at.  It was just a coincidence.

   I turned on the faucet and let the cold water sluice away the evidence.

   As long as nobody could read my thoughts, my secret would be safe.

   * * * * *

   My mind was still on the headache Jon had left behind.  He got fired for
sexually harassing our database admin today and the work he left behind
wasn't any better than his behavior.  No documentation and almost no
comments.  Terry presented it to me like it was almost a promotion, though
without any additional pay, title, or responsibilities; just more work.

   The sight of Alex and Claire giggling like little girls brought me out
of my misery.  Alex looked like she had just gotten off work.  Claire was
in her Stargirl jammies with a big mug of tea in front of her.  There was
also a little squeeze bottle on the table that she quickly snatched away
and squirreled into her pockets before I saw what it was.

   Alex's eyes lit up with excitement when she saw me.  She jumped out of
her seat and bounced toward me, greeting me with a brief kiss and a very
surreptitious squeeze of my package.  There was definitely something going
on.

   "What's so funny?" I asked, looking at my sister whose lips were turning
white from trying to suppress her laughter.

   "Nothing!" Claire barked quickly.

   "Oooh, I'll tell you," Alex said in her bawdy, teasing voice that meant
she was being everything but honest.

   "No!" Claire gasped, not recognizing it.

   Alex moved to my side, stood up on her tippy toes, and cupped her hand
to my ear.  "She's going to blush so hard," she whispered.

   "It's not!" Claire yelled.

   Sure enough, my sister's face turned as red as a strawberry.  Her mouth
opened and closed several times.  Tears welled up in her eyes.  Whatever
she thought Alex told me, it was incredibly embarrassing.

   It was physically painful to see her in such distress.

   "She didn't tell me anything, Claire.  She just said she wanted to see
you blush," I told her.

   Claire's eyebrows shot up just as Alex lightly slapped my ass.

   "Oh, you bitch!" Claire shouted.  She picked up her big mug of tea and
stomped out of the living room as fiercely as it was possible to be while
holding a full cup, occasionally turning back to glower at Alex.

   "Wow, she is so adorable," Alex grinned.

   "Did you really have to do that?" I asked.

   "Don't worry, she'll be fine."

   "I dunno, I've been on the receiving end of that stink-eye on occasion."

   "And yet here you are, best of buds.  You think I crossed a line?"

   "I don't know.  What's this about?"

   Alex started giggling again.  "Not here," she said and pushed me toward
the bedroom with both hands on my butt.

   Once inside, Alex pulled my shirt out of my pants and ran her warm hands
up my back.  She came around the other side and we made out frantically. 
All the stress that built up over the day because of that idiot Jon melted
away.

   "I hope you're horny because I am," Alex breathed hotly.

   "I am now," I grinned.

   "Really?  You were so concerned with your little sister just a second
ago," Alex feigned.

   "You want me to ask, don't you?"

   Alex started giggling again, almost cackling with glee.  She bit her
lower lip and her eyes were round like the sun.  She unbuckled my belt and
reached inside to stroke my cock.

   I rolled my eyes.  "Fine, what's so funny?"

   In lieu of an answer, Alex let go of my cock.  She grabbed my hand and
guided it around to her ass.  I gave it a squeeze.  She pushed her jeans
down and kicked them off, standing there in her usual green-and-white
panties.

   This time, I went for the kiss, rubbing her butt cheek and squeezing it
again.  Unexpectedly, my fingers bumped into something hard.  That elicited
another giggle from Alex.

   Feeling around with my fingers, the hard thing turned out to be
something lodged between her ass cheeks.  It wasn't hard to guess what. 
The base of a butt plug.  I pushed against it, rotating my fingers.

   "Mmmm, you found it," Alex purred.

   I stepped out of my shoes and took off my pants while Alex hurriedly
unbuttoned my shirt.  We kissed again and she pulled me toward the bed,
falling down on her stomach and sticking up her butt.

   A green hemisphere greeted me as I pulled down her panties.  It
sparkled, reflecting the light.  I grabbed it and tugged at it gently,
though it was seated firmly.  Alex wiggled her butt, which didn't help.

   I stepped closer and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her
pussy, but the moment I started to push in, Alex fell forward and snapped
shut her legs.  She flipped around.

   "Nuh-uh, it's not going to be that easy, mister.  It's ass or nothing,"
she said.  "There's a bottle of lube in the -"oh shoot!"

   "What?"

   Alex jumped up and pulled up her panties.  "Wait right here," she said
and gave me a peck on the cheek.

   "What?" I repeated.

   It was too late.  She was already out the door and I stood there,
looking like an idiot.  I heard a knock from the living room and Claire's
door open.  A few hushed words.

   Less than thirty seconds later, Alex burst back into the room, holding
the very same bottle that Claire had so quickly snatched off the kitchen
table when I entered.

   It was a bottle of lube.  Questions poured into my head but my cock was
still hard and Alex took off her shirt and the remainder of her clothes. 
She tossed the bottle on the covers and went down on all fours on the bed.

   If the view of her gorgeous pussy hadn't been so distracting, I would
have asked more questions, but things like that seemed unimportant at the
time.  I went back to the sparkly crystal covering her sphincter.

   This time, I didn't let go of it when I met resistance.  I trusted Alex
to say something if it caused her pain and kept tugging.  All of a sudden
it came free and it wasn't what I had expected.

   "Oooh," Alex moaned.

   I held in my hand a three-inch-long, green alien-looking dildo.  It was
made of several silicone beads stacked on top of each other, each growing
smaller.  Each sphere was covered with little nubs.  On top of that, it was
covered in a sheen of mucus-like substance.  The thought of that being
shoved up my ass made me queasy.

   "Zack, please fuck my ass," Alex pleaded.

   I set the slimy dick on the night table and grabbed the bottle of lube.
A hearty squeeze later, my cock was ready to go.

   It wasn't the first time we've had anal sex, far from it.  Alex's
sphincter barely offered up any resistance to me sliding in, even though my
dick was definitely bigger than the toy had been.  As soon as I was inside,
Alex contracted her muscles and it was far tighter than her pussy could
ever be.

   I pushed forward and pinned Alex down on the bed.  I leaned closer,
propping myself up on the knees and letting the rest of my body rest
against her back.  It was a position that we both enjoyed very much and
made us feel connected very closely.

   I brushed away her hair and nuzzled her neck, rocking my hips to shove
my cock deeper into her ass.  Alex let out an unabashed moan of
satisfaction.

   "Claire has one, too," Alex said quietly.

   "What?" I asked, confused, stopping when I heard my sister's name.

   Alex had other ideas, however.  She dug her hands into the bed and
pushed backward, thrusting herself on my cock while I just knelt there on
all fours.

   "A buttplug.  I bought two, one for her and one for me."

   The words registered but didn't make any sense.  Alex had given Claire a
buttplug?

   "Why?" I asked, wondering if I heard right.

   "She wanted to know what anal felt like," Alex explained, though it
didn't really help.

   Meanwhile, Alex picked up her pace, ramming herself on my cock faster
and faster.  Her breathing became heavy.

   It must have been more teasing, there was no she'd given Claire a
buttplug.  That was too weird.  I looked at the nightstand and tried
picturing Claire holding that slimy thing between thumb and forefinger,
trying to figure out what exactly it was.  It was ridiculous.

   "That's why she was so flustered earlier," Alex continued.  "We just
managed to get it inside of her ass ten minutes before you showed up."

   A funny feeling emanated from my stomach and I felt lightheaded all of
sudden.  Claire had that slimy, alien-looking penis thing in her ass?  My
little sister was many things but kinky wasn't one of them.  She wouldn't
be sitting in the kitchen drinking tea with a buttplug in her.  That wasn't
Claire.

   Hang on, what did Alex say?

   "We?" I croaked.

   "She said...  it wouldn't fit..." Alex panted, "so I had to...  show her
how..."

   An image flashed in front of my eyes.  The two of them in the bathroom,
with Claire bent over just like in that maid picture and Alex holding up
the lube covered contraption.  My sister, naked, reached behind and spread
her ass cheeks wide so Alex could insert the alien-cock.

   "Claire has...  such a cute...  butthole," Alex groaned between ragged
breaths.

   The dizziness intensified until suddenly it turned into an orgasm.  Alex
pushed deep down on my cock and stayed that way, wagging her ass and
accepting the load of cum being blasted inside her.  I felt disgusted and
aroused at the same time.  Like we had just done something far naughtier
than we had ever done before.  Like we had just broken a law and now the
cops were going to come after us.

   Except the only thing that happened was we had been talking about
Claire. Well, Claire's ass specifically.  Shoving a dildo inside my
sister's ass.  A shudder raced down my spine.

   "Are you okay?" Alex asked, who had slipped off my dick without me even
realizing.

   She laid on her back, our faces mere inches apart, looking up at me with
curiosity.  I broke contact and dropped away to the side.

   "Can we not talk about Claire while having sex?" I asked, feeling guilty
about climaxing.

   "Sorry, I thought the two of you were really close," Alex said.

   "Not that close, Lexie."

   "I'll try to remember that."

   "Did you really help her...  with that?" I asked.

   "I thought you didn't want to know," Alex answered coyly.

   "Fine.  Forget I asked," I said and propped myself up.

   Alex put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me back down.  She kissed me 
-" or at least tried to.  I wasn't very receptive.  That didn't seem to
deter her entirely, though.  While pushing me on my back, she grabbed her
discarded shirt from the floor and wrapped it around my cock, quickly
toweling it clean of lube.  I was extremely proud of myself for not getting
hard during that.

   "It's not like I fingered her ass or anything," Alex blurted out.

   To my utter dismay, that mental image elicited an animalistic response
in my body that I couldn't suppress.  My soldier saluted the ceiling.  Alex
looked at it like it was a Christmas present.  She looked at me and I could
practically read the thought whirring through her brain.  She looked back
at my cock and then back at me.

   Finally, she climbed on top of me and guided my hard cock inside her
vagina.  She was so wet and open that she slipped right down to the hilt
the first go.  Why did her pussy have to feel so good?  Why did she have to
keep talking about Claire?  Did she really figure out that I got hard at
the image of her fingerbanging my little sister's brown bud?

   Alex leaned down and kissed me.  That time I reciprocated, hoping that I
could make her forget everything with a passionate kiss.  She was the only
woman I loved and the only woman I wanted to be with.  I put all of that
energy into the kiss while Alex ground her hips slowly and sensuously. 
Then Alex broke the kiss and looked me right in the eyes.

   "I let her play with it on her own but she admitted that she couldn't
fit it in," she spoke in a soft murmur.  "So I grabbed her hand and pulled
her into the bathroom with me.  I asked her if she wanted to watch me
insert mine and she was so embarrassed but she nodded.  I watched her in
the mirror the entire time, she couldn't take her eyes off of my ass."

   Something strange was going on.  Was Alex testing me?  Was she teasing
me?  She gazed into my eyes as if she were looking for something.

   "I had one leg up on the countertop so she could see what I was doing.
At first, I just used my middle finger to play with my sphincter a bit, the
way you used to open me up the first time.  Then I told her to do the same
but she was too shy to take off her pants.  So she just stood there with a
hand down the back of her pajamas, trying to shove her finger up her own
ass."

   I knew it was wrong but I could picture the scene perfectly in m head.
The combination of her words and her rhythmic grinding was like a spell,
enchanting me.

   "She was so happy when she managed to get a fingertip inside, she
grinned from ear to ear.  Then she watched me slide the plug inside me like
she was a scientist who just discovered an entirely new form of life," Alex
said and let out a satisfied laugh.  "I was so wet, I had juices running
down my thigh."

   It wasn't hard to imagine, considering the mess going on between her
legs at the same moment.  Wet schlicking noises were audible from her
pussy. I reached up and squeezed her breasts.  A happy gurgle emanated from
her.

   "I told her she'd never be able to fit it in while standing upright, so
I took her to this very bed.  She laid right here, face buried in the
mattress with her ass up in the air.  She only pulled her pajamas down
enough to reach her butthole and oh my what a pretty thing it is.  We used
up half of the bottle but it still wouldn't go in.  That's when she
relented and let me do it."

   At that point, I was pretty sure that she was embellishing the story
quite a bit.  I didn't buy for a second that Claire would have agreed to
lie on this very bed and let my girlfriend do anything to her ass.  It was
too far-fetched.

   And yet the question proposed itself  -" why would Alex tell me that
story?

   "The trick is to just keep pushing," Alex purred.  "It wasn't even that
difficult.  Her ass gobbled it up like it was starving.  Your sister
squealed so hard I'm pretty sure everyone in the building heard it.  She
was so happy when it was in, though.  She walked around the apartment,
telling me how she felt it with every single step.  She started dancing and
all of a sudden she froze up and grabbed the back of the couch for support.
She tried to pretend like she didn't just cum but she was shaking like a
leaf, all hunched over."

   The dirtier the story got, the more intense Alex rode me.  Sweat beaded
on her forehead.

   "She was really embarrassed after that, so I sat her down and made her
some tea.  I asked her how it felt and she said it was wonderful, better
than expected.  She wanted to know if...  hngh," Alex groaned, "she wanted
to know if her big brother and me ever had...  oh god, ever had anal."

   Her breathing was labored and I knew she wasn't that far off from a
climax.  Neither was I.

   "So I...  told her we did.  Oh yeah, I told her what a...  nice, big
cock her...  brother has, mmm, oh god.  How you fuck...  oh god, fuck me
just like that.  Yes, yes, just like she was...  in this bed...  ohh, god,
ohhhhhh."

   Both of us came and, at last, broke eye contact.  I felt my girlfriend's
shuddering orgasm.  She gripped my biceps hard, squeezing tightly.  The
walls of her pussy contracted, milking the cum from my cock.

   When it was over, both of us were breathing hard.  I realized just how
sticky and sweaty I was and looking at her, she was no different.  She
opened her eyes and grinned at me, planting a quick peck on my cheeks.

   "Don't tell her I said any of this, she'd kill me," Alex said and
climbed off of me.

   "She'd kill me first," I replied.

   Alex grabbed her bathrobe, threw it around herself, and left the room.
I, on the other hand, couldn't have moved a single muscle if I tried. 
Coming that quickly in a row must have taken a lot of energy out of it. 
And coming in the way I had...

   It was confusing.  It wasn't the first time Alex seemed to want to break
boundaries between me and my sister.  Like that maid picture.  It hadn't
been an accident.  And the buttplug fantasy clearly hadn't been an
accident.

   The shower turned on and I listened to the splashing of water.

   Did Alex want me to fuck my sister?  Surely not.  Was it some sort of
game to her?  Was she jealous of my sister living here?

   I didn't have any good answers.

   * * * * *

   All week had been weird and I wasn't sure if it really was weird or if
the weirdness was just in my head.  Claire still woke up around the same
time as me and still joined me for breakfast but instead of it being
comfortable, it was awkward.

   It was hard to look at her without seeing the mental image of her bent
over the countertop with my girlfriend shoving an alien-dick up her ass. 
Did she still have the thing inside of her?  Was it even a true story in
the first place?

   There was no way I could ask.

   Even Claire noticed something was up.  She asked if everything was
alright and if her living there was a problem.  I assured her it was not
and blamed it on stress at work, which was actually a thing

   I couldn't tell her that sometimes I had to slow down eating because I
needed to buy time for my erection to go away after imagining she'd
suddenly stand up, pull down her pants and ask me what I thought of her
buttplug.  Or after noticing how her breasts had gotten much larger than
they used to be when we were kids.  They were around the same size as
Alex's, maybe a little bigger if she didn't slouch over so much.

   I was almost glad that work didn't give me a lot of time to think about
anything else.  It might have driven me crazy otherwise.

   The worst part was Alex  -" the fact that she acted like everything was
normal.  The buttplug had disappeared somewhere in her drawers, never to be
seen again.  She was happy to see me after work and, allowing for Claire,
was just as touchy-feely as I've always known her.

   Even the sex was great.  I exhausted myself putting in extra effort,
wondering if showing her even more affection would "solve" her envy of my
sister.  If that was the problem.  I still had no idea and I couldn't seem
to find the courage to actually ask her.

   Sometimes I felt like the entire thing had been a dream.  A sick fantasy
of my subconscious that I only imagined and Alex had never actually said
anything.  If I ever broached the subject with my girlfriend, she might
find out something she didn't know before.

   So I never said anything.

   On Wednesday, after a pizza dinner, Alex hinted strongly that she wanted
to continue in the bedroom.  After a week of pushing my body to its limits,
I wasn't in the mood for our usual, but the idea of cuddling up with her,
naked, just enjoying each others' bodies sounded great.

   I dropped on the bed like a sack of flour stuffed with pepperoni and
cheese.  "You okay with taking it easy today, I think all my muscles are
sore."

   "So it's not just me," Alex laughed.  "Sure, that sounds lovely.  Close
your eyes."

   I did as she asked, laying down on my back.  The closet door opened and
I heard the rustle of clothes.  Did she buy a sexy outfit she wanted to
show off?  I wish I had the physical strength to appreciate it.

   "Okay, open your eyes," she said.

   Alex stood in front of me.  In pajamas.  Stargirl pajamas.  They were
almost identical to Claire's favorite pair.  No, they were identical.  The
colors were slightly faded and there was a hole at the left knee.

   "What do you think?" Alex asked and twirled around.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "You don't think I'm sexy?" she pouted and showed me her ass.

   It was bigger than Claire's and she really filled out the pants.

   "Not while you're wearing Claire's pajamas."

   "They're not Claire's pajamas, they're my pajamas," she cooed, kneeling
on the bed and crawling over to me.

   "I'm sure you just found them in your closet coincidentally."

   "You didn't know I'm a big fan of Moongirl?" she asked and went for a
kiss.

   "Don't you mean Stargirl?" I countered, evading the kiss.

   "Yes, Stargirl.  My favorite," she purred, crawling cat-like toward me.

   My back bumped against the headboard and I was trapped.  Alex pounced on
me but instead of going for a kiss or my crotch, she just curled up against
me, nestling herself against my shoulder.  I put my arms around her and
pulled her in.

   "Mmm, that's nice," she murmured.  "You're such a good brother."

   Had I been misinterpreting what was going on completely?  Was she trying
to be Claire?

   "And you're such a good sister," I said tentatively.

   Alex turned to look at me, frowning.  Shit.  Had I said the wrong thing?

   "To Claire, I mean.  She really looks up to you, like a big sister."

   "Right," Alex said and her face relaxed again.

   She grabbed the blanket with her legs and pulled it up, draping it over
both of us.  Suddenly the scent of Claire filled my nostrils.  The pajamas
hadn't been washed.

   Maybe it really was just some weird kinky game she was playing, nothing
more.  I couldn't deny that it had been oddly hot.  Depraved hot, like the
time she insisted on kissing me with a mouth full of my own cum.  That
hadn't been very enjoyable for me at least.  Roleplaying fucking my little
sister on the other hand...

   Alex wiggled her butt closer to my crotch.  Unfortunately, my erection
was pointed right at that general area.  There was no way she couldn't have
felt it pressing into her nether region but she didn't say anything.  The
tip of my cock pressed right up against her sweet spot.

   It took all the will I could muster not to blow my load.  I gently
stroked her arm and kissed her forehead.

   * * * * *

   "Do you love me?" Alex asked out of the blue.

   It was Friday evening.  We were on the way back from a movie, one that
neither of us enjoyed.  The commercials we saw had made it look like a
comedy-action movie but in reality, it turned out to be a snore-fest and
the only good scenes had been in the commercial itself.  A very
disappointing way to spend twenty bucks and two hours.

   "Yes, I do," I said and meant it.

   "Do you love Claire?" she asked.

   "Of course but in a different way," I said, sensing that we were about
to head into that territory again.  I kept my eyes on the road and braced
myself.  "Why?  Do you love me?"

   "Zack, please.  I love you more than you know."

   "What does that mean?"

   "I wanted to try something new today."

   "Oh?"

   "It's a really kinky fantasy I've had and I wanted to know if you were
up for it."

   "What is it?"

   "It's...  complicated," she said.

   Was she about to ask if I wanted to fuck my sister?  Fortunately, we
were at a red light so I didn't have to worry about swerving off the road.
My knuckles gripped the steering wheel so hard they turned white.

   "What does it involve?" I probed.

   "Ropes," she answered.

   A physical wave of disappointment washed over me.  The light turned
green.

   "You want to be tied up?"

   Alex took a deep breath.

   "Okay, here goes," she said, exhaling.  "I want to tie you up.  Legs and
feet, to the bed, so you can't move."

   "I'm listening," I said.

   "And I want you to wear a blindfold."

   "Okay," I said, slower that time.

   "And you have to follow a few rules," she continued.

   "What are they?"

   "You're not allowed to try and peek and you're not allowed to say
anything.  The entire time.  And it's...  it's not going to be like it
usually is.  I want to try different things."

   "Different things?"

   "Yes.  Maybe I'm just going to touch you and feel around, or maybe just
a few kisses.  Maybe more."

   "That's your fantasy?" I asked incredulously.  "I mean, no judgement or
anything, I'm just not sure I understand."

   "Don't make fun of it, please," she pleaded.  "It's my fantasy, okay?"

   "You're right.  I'm sorry."

   "Like I said, it's not going to be like it usually is between us.  It
might feel a little bit different.  That's why you have to follow the
rules. You're not allowed to talk or react to anything, that's very
important."

   My pulse started to quicken.  It sounded almost like...  like she was
telling me that it wouldn't be her in the room with me.  That it would be
someone else.

   There was only one other person it could possibly be.

   I swallowed a lump in my throat.

   "I think I understand," I said.

   "You do?"

   "Yes.  You want to have freedom to experiment with something you've
never tried before."

   "In a way, yes."

   "And it might embarrass you if I saw you doing it."

   "Yes, exactly."

   "Okay.  I'm up for it."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  Anything for you."

   "You're the best."

   * * * * *

   The door to the bedroom opened and immediately my heart started to
hammer in my chest.  Part of me had been hoping that the blindfold would at
least let some of the light through but it was annoyingly tight over my
face.  I wanted to at least see the silhouette of the woman who had just
entered.

   Was it Alex or...  was it Claire?

   The thought that both my girlfriend was okay with me having sex with
another woman  -" my own sister  -" was wild enough already that the idea
that my sister also thought it was okay seemed like insanity.  And yet,
hints Alex had dropped had been too large to ignore.

   I could almost imagine my little sister, standing in the doorway,
looking at my naked body.  That picture of her in the maid outfit bounced
around my head, only this time the camera was low enough to see everything.

   The door closed.  Soft steps on carpet approached and with every
footfall, my penis grew.

   It had to be Alex, it just had to be.  Any moment now, Alex would tear
the blindfold off, spit in my face, and tell me what a loser I am for even
thinking about his sister that way.  Then she'd leave me tied up for the
cops to find.

   When fingers touched my throbbing hard shaft, I almost jumped in
surprise.  I would have if it weren't for the ropes.  Two fingers, stroking
from just under the tip downward.  Alex would never touch me like that; she
loved sex and the shyest bone in her body was mine.  The fingers on my
member hesitated before just a lone index finger slowly dragged over my
testicles.

   It really was Claire.  Oh Jesus fucking christ, it was her!  My little
sister was touching my cock.

   My heart thundered in my chest.  Sweat formed on my brows.  I felt
dizzy, even though I was lying down.  I've never felt that kind of raw,
depraved hunger in me.

   With thumb and forefinger, Claire pushed down my foreskin, exposing my
glans.  I felt a drop of precum roll down my shaft.  It tickled maddeningly
the entire way down.  Something warm and wet dragged across my sensitive
tip, barely a whisper of a touch.

   The thought that it was the first time Claire's lips had ever touched a
penis was wild.  I always assumed that she was a virgin because she never
talked about boys but I had no idea whether it was true or not.  But
another tentative, exploratory lick later, I was sure that she was.

   It was the most intoxicating moment of my life, a mix of insane lust of
what we were about to do, and overwhelming terror of anyone ever finding
out.

   Claire had one hand on my thigh, one on my abdomen.  I had forgotten how
small her hands were.  Her lips, on the other hand, felt enormous as she
took in my entire cock head in her mouth.

   It was warm, wet, and welcoming.  It didn't feel any different than
Alex's mouth but knowing it was Claire made all the difference in the
world. The vegetable training must not have been very fruitful because she
was barely able to get anything in.  And she definitely had never sucked a
cock before, considering that she was just bobbing her head up and down but
not really doing anything with her tongue.

   It didn't matter.  My cock twitched, sensing the impending action.  I
wanted to call out and warn Claire that I was about to cum but I didn't
want to spook her  -" and I didn't want to break the rules, of course.  Not
now.

   The second twitch seemed to spook her regardless.  She pulled her mouth
away just in time for the first fountain of cum to erupt.  A blazing hot
fire seared through my head.  A glob of warm cum landed on my right
shoulder.  I begged for the sensation to last.  Another spurt of cum landed
next to my belly button.

   The first post-climax thought was just how quickly I had blown my load.
Embarrassing.  The second thought was a grim realization.

   My little sister assumed that I had no idea it was her.  I was
blindfolded, only thinking about my girlfriend.  She wasn't interested in
me that way at all.  To her I was just a toy.  A way that she could
experiment without the risk of dating.

   I was distracted by a tongue licking across my abdomen.  Claire lapped
up some of the semen.  It was hard to imagine sweet, innocent Claire
licking cum off of anyone, let alone me.

   That was enough to provide a second wind to my libido.  My cock sprang
up and bumped into something soft.  The pressure lifted off the bed.  Had I
startled her?

   Not enough, apparently.  Moments later, fingers wrapped around my shaft.
She stroked my not-yet-fully-erect cock once very slowly.  Then her lips
wrapped around my head again and I flinched when her rough tongue scraped
up all of the cum.

   "Ewgh," Claire grunted, pulled back, and started to cough.

   Under any other circumstance, I would have laughed.  But the most
important thing to do was to keep obeying the rules.  That's why Alex had
been so insistent.  If Claire ever found out that I knew it was her, it
would devastate her.  I couldn't let that happen, no matter how difficult.

   Regaining her breath, Claire changed course.  Her smooth legs nestled up
against my waist, first on one side, then the other, as she straddled my
stomach.  She settled in and something incredibly warm made contact with
the skin just above my shaft.  Her pussy was hot like a furnace.

   My little sister's wet, hot pussy.  How many times had she knocked on my
door in the middle of the night, scared because she had a bad dream?  How
many times did we sit together in the kitchen as I helped her do her
homework?  How many times had I seen her in swimwear at the beach without
so much as a thought about the woman she was?

   And now her pussy was the sole focus of all of my attention.  The entire
cosmos was reduced down to a single point between Claire's legs.

   As swiftly as it had appeared, it disappeared again.  I was too
ensorcelled to even begin to think about why it disappeared until her hand
gripped my shaft again.

   Everything happened so quickly after that.  I felt the weight of her
descend on my cock, though she missed and my dick bumped against her labia.
The next time, she managed to slide my penis through her crack.

   There was barely any friction.  I couldn't believe how wet she was.

   Third time was the charm and my glans pushed between her folds and
inside her.  She let out a very soft, high-pitched murmur of surprise.  I
desperately wanted to tell her that it was okay  -" to take as much time as
she needed.

   My cock slipped two inches inside of that furnace.  Claire let out a
muffled groan before pushing up again.  Had I hurt her?  I laid as still as
I could.

   Whatever happened, it wasn't enough to stop.  She let herself down on my
cock again, this time taking in a little bit more.

   Whatever she had been before, Claire was definitely not a virgin
anymore. For better or for worse, the two of us were united as one.  No
matter what happened, that was a moment I was sure I would never forget in
my entire life.

   Claire placed her hand on my chest for support, only she hit the exact
same spot where my splooge landed.  Her hand slipped.  Her body tumbled
forward.

   My entire cock plunged inside of her at once.

   "Hng -"-" Claire yelped in pain before her upper body slammed against
mine, knocking the breath out of both of our lungs.

   I knew that I should have felt bad, that surely it must have hurt, but
all I could think about was her hard nipples digging into my chest and her
warm vagina enveloping the entire length of my cock.

   Teeth sank into my pecs, followed by humid breath.  She was trying her
best to stifle her pain.  Fortunately, she wasn't biting down hard enough
for it to hurt.  If I had been able to, I would have wrapped my arms around
her and comforted her.

   At least until she started grinding her hips, rocking on my cock.  She
had overcome her shock surprisingly quickly and her mind was back on track.
With her in a position like that, tightly hugging my body, she wasn't able
to do much.

   But I could.  The restraints didn't stop me from bucking my hips and
thrusting into her.  Slow but powerful.  She jumped in surprise but quickly
regained her composure.  It felt so damn good to be able to move my cock a
full inch inside of her tight pussy.

   Claire snaked her arms underneath my back and laid her head sideways
against my chest.  She held onto me like a monkey, letting me do all the
work.  I was glad to do it.

   Much faster than I expected, her breath started getting more and more
ragged.  Once or twice she let out an unbidden moan that she choked off
halfway, trying to not let me hear her voice.

   And then she came before I did.  Her body on top of me felt almost
weightless as it bristled and shook.  I slowed down, only very gently
thrusting into her as she squeezed me even tighter.  Her vagina massaged my
cock like four hands at once.

   I only had to make the decision to let go and unleash another torrent of
cum.  I didn't think about the repercussions, I didn't think about the
future, I didn't think about whether or not my sister was on birth control.

   All I knew was that I needed to pump my load inside of that wonderful
pussy.

   Afterward, the room went quiet.  The stench of sex permeated the air. 
Sweat dripped down Claire's body, mingling with mine.

   She raised her head slightly and planted a kiss on my chest.  She drew
her arms out from underneath my body.  Cat-like, she slipped forward and
off my cock, rolling to the side at the same time.  She settled in beside
me, wrapping her leg around my thigh and side-hugging me.

   It was perfect.  We laid like that for what felt like an eternity.  We
weren't brother and sister.  We were just lovers.

   But unfortunately, even perfect moments had an ending.  Without
horniness covering up my senses, I realized that the ropes were starting to
cut into my wrists.  The air in the room seemed much colder and my legs
were slowly turning to ice.

   What must be going through Claire's mind?  Did she feel ashamed at what
she had done?  Did she regret doing it?  Was this the end of the good
relationship the two of us had?

   I wanted to let her know that it was okay.  That I knew it was her and
that I loved her more, now more than ever.  I wanted to tell her how sexy
she was and how amazing her body felt.

   To hell with the rules.

   "Claire, I -"" my voice faltered as soon as I opened my mouth.  There
was so much I wanted to say I didn't know what to say first.  And it was
daunting.  The dark bedroom was one thing, but to actually say it out loud
was something else.

   To my surprise, Claire started shaking again.  She was giggling.  Why
was she giggling?  Was it funny?  I didn't get it.  The giggles turned to
laughter and a shudder ran down my spine.  The laugh sounded almost like...

   The blindfold was yanked up roughly and my heart seemed to stop.  Next
to me laid Alex.  Not my sister.

   There was a wicked gleam in her eyes.  A maniacal grin on her lips.  She
leaned in close, lips touching my lobe.

   "I can't believe you want to fuck your little sister," she whispered.

   "No, I -"no, it's just -"it's not -"" I stammered.

   I was cut short by Alex wrapping her hand around my cock, right above
the base.  Whatever strength had been there moments ago had faded.  She
gripped it firmly and I knew that I was at her complete mercy.

   Rather than explode in anger, Alex swung up on top of me and kissed me.
Her lips were hungry and eager, attacking me like a lioness.  She eased up,
licked her lips, and looked down at me in the cold moonlight.

   "I'm going to help you get what you want, my little pervert," she said.

   "What?" I asked, surprised.

   She went back to kissing me but quickly branched off to kiss my cheek,
bite my jaw, lick my throat, and nibble my earlobe.

   "I'm going to make your dream come true, Zack," she whispered into my
other ear.  "I'll have your little sister writhing on your cock before you
know it.  She's such an adorable, sweet girl but when I'm done with her,
she's going to be our little slut."

   "What?" I repeated, dumbstruck.

   "You two totally look like twins when you get flustered," Alex giggled.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

   Alex planted another peck on my cheek and let go of my cock, which was
hard again.  She stood up, grabbed a dress from the chair, and threw it
over herself.  She ran her fingers through her hair and headed for the
living room.

   "Wait, can you untie me?" I asked.

   She looked back at me over her shoulder and flashed me a grin.  "Sorry,
dear, but you deserve a little punishment for not telling me just how badly
you want to bang your sis."

   Alex left the room and closed the door behind her.  A million different
thoughts were bouncing around my head at the same time but one kept rising
to the forefront: holy fucking shit, did that really just happen?

   * * * * *

   It has only been one month since Claire moved in but it felt like my
entire life had turned upside down.  There hadn't been enough time to
process everything that had transpired over the weekend.  Every time I even
thought about bringing up what happened, Alex just told me to be patient.

   "Good things come to those who wait," she said.

   Except waiting was killing me.  I hadn't been able to get a single
minute of work done all morning.  The words on the monitor kept blurring
together, not making any sense.  That, at least, was consistent.  Nothing
made sense anymore.

   At noon, Alex sent me a text and a video.
ALEX: Find a private place and watch this
My cock already started to get hard on the way to the bathroom. 
Fortunately, it was empty and relatively scent-free.  I entered a stall and

locked the door.  I tapped the video.

   "Show me what you -""

   My heart skipped a beat at Alex's voice coming through the speakers.  I
dug the earplugs out of my pocket and put them in.

   "Show me what you learned," Alex said, only audible to me.

   The video was shot in our kitchen, at the dining table.  Claire sat
across from the camera and her laptop was on the table next to her.

   "I've been practicing," Claire said eagerly, picking up a banana.

   It didn't take a genius to figure out what came next.  Claire peeled the
banana halfway and placed the tip at her lips.  She parted her mouth enough
to let it slide in, dragging her lips across the fruit sensuously.

   "Ooh, how sexy," Alex squealed.

   Claire pulled the banana out and went for the "base", licking a wide
swath back up to the tip.  She licked the underside of the banana before
going back and teasing the head.  She pushed the banana deeper inside her
mouth.

   The moves were straight out of a porn.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  My
little sister, blowing a banana.  I double-checked that the door was locked
before unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock.

   More and more of the banana disappeared inside Claire's mouth.  Her hair
fell down, covering the view.  When she raised her head again, the banana
was gone.  Four sections of peel draped over her hand but that was the only
sign it had even been there.

   Claire opened her mouth and reached in with two fingers, pulling out the
entire intact banana.  She had deepthroated a banana.  Grinning at Alex,
she held up the soggy fruit proudly.

   "Wow, I'm not sure even I can do that," Alex said, though I knew
firsthand she was lying.

   "It's way easier with a banana, it tastes better than the real thing,"
Claire said.

   That information sent a jolt down my spine.  My sister had apparently
performed oral sex before.  Part of me wished I had never heard that.  The
other part of me wished that it had been me.

   Another text came in.
ALEX: Let's see your "banana"

   I snapped a quick pic of my dick and sent it back.
ALEX: Ew that's a gross bathroom
ALEX: Did you jerk off yet?
ME: No
ALEX: Don't jerk off today
I stared at the message.  It was very much unambiguous.  Don't jerk off.

Did she know how much my cock ached after watching that?

   Of course she did.

   There was no way for her to check if I got myself off or not.  If I
wanted to, I could.

   Frustrated, I shoved the phone back in my pocket and waited until I
could stuff my cock back into my pants.

   Craig jumped almost two feet in the air after I angrily slammed open the
bathroom stall door.  I pulled the headphones out of my ears and
apologized.

   It was not going to be a fun day.

   * * * * *

   I fully expected Alex to be at home, waiting for me, ready for the next
step in whatever devious plan she had devised.  Yet when I got back from
the office, only my sister was there.  The dining table was occupied by our
printer, stacks of paper, and Claire's laptop.

   There was an empty banana peel on a plate.  I groaned internally.

   "Heyo!" Claire greeted me without looking up.

   "Whatcha doing?" I asked.

   "Printing resumes.  I ran out of the ones from the first batch and I
didn't get nearly as many callbacks as I planned on.  Now I have to spice
things up."

   I picked up a paper from one of the stacks.  It read Claire Wendy
Blanchard, Comp.  Sci Baccalaureate.  Her hobbies listed reading, listening
to music, and coding.

   "What do you think?" she asked.

   "It's a bit...  simple.  Like high school homework."

   Claire sighed and her shoulders sagged.  "I know.  My life's pathetic.
Even the alternatives aren't any better."

   The sheet that Claire handed me was basically the same as the first,
only with different fonts.

   "You just need to pep it up.  Put in your CodeCache username so people
can see your code.  I think that's worth a lot more than listing you took
typing in sixth grade."

   "You can do that?" Claire asked.

   "Yeah, there aren't any rules."

   "It'd be so much easier if you could just hire me," she said, clacking
away.

   "I don't have that kind of power," I sighed.

   "You could try," she grumbled.

   "Where's Alex?" I asked.

   "Dunno.  Went to get something."

   Under different circumstances, Alex being out wouldn't have bothered me.
Under these circumstances, however, I was exceptionally horny and not
allowed to masturbate.  Being alone with my little sister didn't help
either, especially because the banana peel kept catching my attention. 
Apparently just looking at banana peels made me horny now.

   Just as I was in the middle of trying to compose a text message to Alex
that didn't sound whiny and pathetic  -" it was very difficult  -" I heard
the key turn in the lock.  I jumped out of the couch, pulled open the door,
and kissed Alex before she had a chance to react.

   "Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see
me?" Alex laughed.

   "I'm very happy to see you," I replied.

   "Eww," Claire yelled.  "And hi Alex."

   "How are the resumes going?"

   "Better now than before."

   "Zack and I are thinking of having a movie night, you want to join us?"

   "We are?" I asked, hearing about it the first time.  Alex jabbed her
elbow in my ribs  -" not hard, just enough to let me know that I didn't
have a choice in the matter.

   "What movie?" Claire asked.

   "Isabelle's Garden," Alex said.

   "Never heard of it," Claire said.

   "Not surprised.  I couldn't find it on MovieStream, I had to go to an
honest-to-god movie rental place and order it.  It's finally here," Alex
said, pulling a DVD out of her purse.

   "What's it about?"

   "Trust me, you'll love it."

   Claire looked like she was contemplating her options, though in the end
she just shrugged her shoulders.  "Okay, sure.  Give me a bit to clean up
here."

   "Take your time.  I'm going to eat some dinner first.  Let's say in an
hour?"

   "Sounds good."

   Alex headed to our bedroom and I followed, hoping to finally get some
release.  As soon as I closed the door behind us, I squeezed Alex's firm
ass.

   "Wow, someone's horny," Alex grinned.

   "First you send me that video and then you tell me not to jerk off," I
complained.  "I'm dying."

   "You'll survive another couple of hours," Alex replied.

   "Please?" I begged.

   Alex cupped my balls, very gently squeezing them.  She stood on her
tiptoes and we embraced in a wonderful kiss.  For just a brief moment, I
forgot all about my agony.  At least until I was completely hard again and
she withdrew her hand with no intention of doing anything further.

   "I need you nice and virile for movie night," she said cryptically.

   The only thing that stopped me from going insane was wondering what the
next step in her devious plan was.

   * * * * *

   The movie was set in medieval France, though fortunately, all the
characters spoke English.  The titular Isabelle was a noblewoman, the
first-born daughter of King AndrÃ(C).  The King had another child, Sacha,
Isabelle's younger brother.  Against the royal tradition of the firstborn
man inheriting the kingdom, AndrÃ(C) had announced his daughter to be his
heir.

   It was definitely not our usual kind of movie and I was surprised that
Alex picked it.  She rarely watched long-winded dramas and this movie
definitely started out like one.  Claire, on the other hand, seemed
enthralled.  She sat on the other end of the couch with Alex between us  -"
Claire to her left, me on her right  -" staring raptly at the screen.

   The proclamation that the heir to the throne was Isabelle hit the
country like a shockwave; knights and noblemen from all over ancient France
arrived, seeking the lady's hand in marriage.  They brought offerings of
animals, gold, jewelry, but Isabelle vehemently rejected every one of
them.e

   At last, King AndrÃ(C) snapped and announced that there would be a
tourney and the winner would receive her hand in marriage.  Claire gasped
out loud.  Alex was tense.

   And so there were preparations for a great and honorable tourney.  All
the lords and knights threw their hats into the ring, loudly boasting at
how easy they'd win.  Just when the feast was almost over and the King
started his goodnight speech, the double doors opened and a knight in black
armor entered.

   Without giving his name or title, the black knight just shouted, "I will
enter and I will win," to the shocked crowd.  He took off his gauntlet and
threw it on the king's table.  AndrÃ(C) looked like he was about to call
the guards but Isabelle held him off.  Reluctantly, the black knight was
granted entry.

   It all sounded a bit hackneyed.  I was sure that at the end, the black
knight would turn out to be a poor farmer, he'd win the tournament, and the
two of them would live happily ever after.  I leaned back and relaxed.  A
good romantic story would very likely get Alex in the mood for some fun
and, more importantly, release for me.  I wished I could have thought about
anything else.

   To nobody's surprise, the black knight made it through the melee, though
just barely.  None of the other suitors were interesting at all to Isabelle
and it was pretty obvious she favored the unknown knight.  Claire winced
every time he got punched.  Alex squeezed my thigh during the tenser parts.

   With the challengers whittled down to eight, all the knights and nobles
prepared for jousting.  There was a montage of them gearing up for the
event in their tents, strapping on thick plates of armor, and looking
formidable.

   Until the black knight's tent, where the contestant sat on a chair with
a squire looking very concerned.  The knight's helmet was off for the first
time and I had to admit, I was kind of curious who he'd turn out to be.

   "Are you sure this is a wise idea, sir?  This armor was never made for
jousting."

   The camera panned around and slowly the black knight's face came into
view.  It was Sacha, Isabelle's younger brother.  I sucked in a breath of
air.  The tension in our room changed and suddenly I realized Alex had
picked this movie for a reason.  Claire gasped loudly.  Alex's hand
wandered from my thigh upward, her fingertips brushing my cock.  She rushed
past it, finding my hand and intertwining our fingers.  She bit the bottom
of her lip, grinning deviously.

   "Father is wrong," Sacha said gravely.  "I am the rightful heir to the
throne and I will be king, no matter what it takes."

   He picked up his black helmet, slipped it over his face, and pulled down
the visor.

   My pulse quickened.  Did someone really make a movie where a brother
ended up marrying a sister?  Was that why Alex had picked it.  I looked at
my sister, whose mouth was slightly parted.  She turned her head to look at
me and realizing that I was looking at her, immediately snapped her head to
the TV again.  Was she just embarrassed or was she somehow involved in
Alex's plan already?

   At the start of the first day of jousting, Isabelle presented the black
knight with her favor  -" a silk handkerchief.  Sacha made it through three
rounds of jousting, though he received a heavy blow to his right rib cage
in the third round.  In the fourth round, he was unseated by the colorful
lordling from Nantes.

   Sacha's body made a loud crunch as he slammed on the ground.  Even I
gasped, fully enthralled by the story.  Surely that wasn't the end, was it?

   It wasn't.  The first day of jousting ended with the black knight only
just barely qualifying for the next day in the last space.  He retreated to
his tent only with the help of his squire and Isabelle looked at him with
concern.

   "It's about to get good," Alex whispered, quiet enough that only I could
hear.

   There was a growing crowd in front of the black knight's tent, demanding
he finally reveal his identity.  Limping heavily, Sacha escaped out of the
back of the tent.  Unbeknownst to him, Isabelle spotted him making his
escape.  She followed him.

   The castle's gardens were beautiful and secluded; an eight-foot-tall
hedge blocked any view.  A bench overlooked a three-tiered fountain with a
winged cherub on top, spouting water out of his mouth.  Looking like he was
almost out of strength, Sacha collapsed on the bench.

   Moments later Isabelle appeared on screen, rushing to his side with
concern.  "My lord, I fear for your safety," she said, going down on one
knee in front of him.  "You have shown bravery and courage but you are too
injured to fight.  I fear Lord Pelletier will make short work of you."

   "I -"" Sacha started.

   "No, my champion, save your strength and don't deny the obvious.  I do
not care if you are serf or noble, in my heart, you have already won the
tournament."

   Isabelle pushed up the black visor enough to expose Sacha's mouth and
embraced him in a kiss.  A real, deep kiss between brother and sister. 
Butterflies roared in my stomach.  Claire's mouth hung open.  Alex's other
hand, for some reason, was on my sister's thigh.  With a flick of her chin,
Alex told me to keep watching.

   It didn't stop with a kiss.  Isabelle unclasped the straps to Sacha's
plate mail and it fell aside, revealing a blood-stained shirt.  His hands
deftly undid the lace of her corset, all without breaking the kiss.

   Isabelle's dress opened up and at last, she broke the kiss to stand up.
She elegantly shrugged out of her garments, revealing her naked body
underneath.  She had luscious, wonderful tits.  Her nipples were dark brown
and hard.  The music rallied to greater heights.

   The back of Isabelle was as gorgeous as the rest and her plump,
full-moon butt covered the majority of the screen.  My jeans were cutting
into my cock and I had to shift to lessen the pain.  The king's daughter
climbed on top of Sacha, still wearing his helmet, laid on his back in the
soft grass.

   It wasn't that far off from porn.  Isabelle rode her brother with wild
abandon, squeezing her own breasts.  She had a thick bush, though the
camera never quite showed anything more than that.

   A sharp elbow to my waist tore me out of my reverie.  Alex nodded toward
my own sister.

   Claire's eyes were oddly unfocused and her tongue was hanging out of her
mouth.  A rope of drool clung to the tip.  She panted, her breasts rising
and falling with every deep breath.

   It took me a moment to find the cause.  Alex's arm disappeared inside
the unzipped front of Claire's yoga pants.  The fabric at her crotch bulged
from Alex's fingers.  My breath caught in my throat.

   Alex was fingering my sister.  Right there on the couch, in front of me,
while Isabelle was riding her brother on the screen.  With her other hand,
Alex started to rub my shaft.  My vision blurred for a moment.

   On-screen, Isabelle was in the throes of an orgasm.  I was mere
nanoseconds away from ejaculation myself when Alex stopped.  Isabelle
reached for the black knight's helmet as if she wanted to finally see who
she made love with, but Sacha stopped her at the last second.  He pushed
himself off the ground and fled the garden.

   That's when Isabelle investigated the discarded plate mail and saw the
heraldic sign stamped on the inside.  Her own family's.  Her eyes went wide
as she figured it out.

   "Ohh, oh," Claire moaned.

   Alex slipped her right hand inside of Claire's pants, pulling her other
hand out.  She reached around her back and unclasped her bra, as evident by
the fact her breasts suddenly filled the t-shirt quite a bit more.  She
pulled up the shirt and leaned in closer.

   I leaned back into the couch so I could look past Alex's head at my
sister's breasts.  Alex's mouth was firmly planted on one, but her other
nipple was exposed.  A small, almost dainty hard, pink bud.  Goosebumps
rose all over my body.

   Alex planted a kiss on Claire's belly button before sliding off the
couch and kneeling in front of her.  She hooked her hands into the
waistline of the yoga pants, tugged, and pulled them down effortlessly.

   Claire turned to look at me.  Her eyes were wide.  Her face was red.  I
couldn't tell if she was terrified or happy.  Beads of sweat formed on her
forehead.  Alex grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the
couch.

   "Zack..." Claire whispered before closing her eyes.

   I swallowed a lump in my throat.  My sister had a thick bush between her
legs.  Coarse, dark hair in an unruly patch.  Her labia protruded outward
with just a hint of pink between.  It disappeared as quickly as it came
into view as Alex dove in.

   The eager slurping noises were louder than the noises of the tournament.
Claire's eyes were still tightly squeezed shut but her mouth opened wider
and wider, unable to hold back her moans.

   "Ohhhhh," she groaned.

   Gesturing at me with her eyes, Alex bade me to join in.  I got on my
knees and reached for one of Claire's breasts.  They were hot to the touch
and bigger than Alex's.  I wasn't able to fit one in my hand.  I flicked my
thumb over Claire's nipple.

   "Oh god, ohhhhh," she cried out.

   Suddenly Claire punched away my arm, not on purpose, but because she dug
both of her hands into Alex's hair.  She pressed my girlfriend's face hard
against her pussy and started to shake like a leaf.

   "Oh, oh, oh," she panted in quick, ragged breaths, legs trembling.

   A look of intense bliss overcame my sister and her labored face relaxed
into a mask of serenity.  Her eyes fluttered open and fell on me.  She
looked down at Alex, whose entire lower face was covered in slick juices.
She looked back up at me.  Her eyes went wide.

   "Oh my god!" she blurted out and jumped hard.

   Claire clamped one hand on her pussy and leaped to her feet.  She was
little more than a pink flash zapping to the spare room.  The door slammed
shut.

   Too much had happened at once.  I was speechless.

   Alex, on the other hand, was in full swing.  She pounced on me, knocking
me down on my back on the couch.  She pressed me down with both hands on my
shoulders and went in for a fierce kiss.

   The scent was overwhelming.  My sister's vaginal juices were fresh on my
girlfriend's lips and tongue.  It tasted unexpected  -" familiar but very
different.

   "Is she watching?" Alex whispered, looking down at me.

   I peaked past Alex to the spare room door.  It was cracked open an inch.

   "The door's open."

   Alex straightened up and scooted back enough to access my belt buckle.
She undid it quickly and unzipped my jeans.  I bucked my hips and slid them
down to my knees.  Alex rolled back, kicked her feet high, and pushed off
her own pants.  She rolled back to a sitting position and pulled off her
shirt, too.  Unlike Claire, she hadn't been wearing a bra.

   My hard cock nestled between her shapely thighs.  That alone was almost
enough to make me cum.

   "You saw your sister's pussy, it's only fair she sees yours," Alex said
quietly.

   Alex set her knees aside my hips and got on all fours.  Just past her
left buttock, I saw the side of Claire's pale face peering through the
partially open door.  My heart skipped a beat.

   With a very well-practiced motion, Alex positioned her vagina over my
cock and slid down my cock.

   I didn't want to let down both Claire and Alex at the same time, so I
tried my best to focus on anything but the wonderful sensation of sex. 
Alex wasn't doing her usual, fast-paced riding like Isabelle had done.  No,
she was going up and down the entire length of my shaft.  It had to be for
Claire's benefit.

   My attention focused on the TV.  The scene had changed to the inside of
Sacha's chambers.  The young lord was backing away from a steadily
advancing Isabelle.

   "I care not if you are my brother," she said, reaching her younger
sibling.

   "The entire kingdom will care.  I was a fool for even trying."

   "If it means that much to you, I will give up the throne.  The kingdom
be damned, it is you I want."

   "No, Isabelle.  I could not take that away from you.  Not anymore."

   "Then let us rule together."

   "I cannot joust with my arm."

   "Forget the tournament.  Forget father.  I will marry whatever fool he
orders but my heart will always belong to you.  It is your bed I will share
and your heirs I will birth."

   Isabelle went in for a kiss, undoing her own dress.  The screen faded to
the bed with Isabelle laying on her back, Sacha thrusting into her.

   Alex grabbed my chin and pulled my attention back to her.  She dragged
her index finger over her cheeks, scooping up whatever was left of my
sister's juices.  She placed her sticky finger on my lips and pushed it
inside.

   My mouth filled with my sister's taste and I couldn't hold back anymore.
Like a Fourth of July celebration, my body exploded in incredibly powerful
fireworks.  Like every bone in my body, from my toes to my head were
vibrating at the same time.









   CLAIRE



   * * * * *

   Claire slumped against the doorframe to stop herself from keeling over.
She had a perfect view of her brother's picture-perfect cock climaxing. 
Alex only had the tip inside of her, letting big globs of cum run back down
the shaft.  There was so much of it.

   It took only the barest whisper to push herself over the edge once
again. Her clit was so sensitive, she just lightly brushed it and was
rewarded with another round of warm, radiant energy.  The third one in the
last hour.  The fifth one that day.

   When Zack's penis started to shrink, Alex got up and quickly hurried
over to the door.  She was still naked.  It was the first time Claire
actually saw her entirely naked.  Over the past couple of weeks, it felt
like she had seen every single part of Alex's body naked at one point or
another but never at the same time.

   The woman was a sexy goddess, blessed by mother nature with a perfect
body.  Not a strand of hair out of place.  Her shaved pussy glistened with
wetness.  Her thighs were a mess of cum.  Her breasts bounced with every
step.  Her smile radiated warmth.

   Alex opened the door further but did not enter.  Looking at Claire
herself standing there, wearing a shirt but no bottoms seemed to amuse her.

   "What did you think?" she asked breathlessly.

   "It was amazing," Claire replied truthfully.

   "So, you want to fuck him?" Alex asked bluntly.  "He'll be ready again
in a minute."

   A feeling of pins and needles swept over Claire's body.  Excitement but
also terror.  She didn't think that Alex was wrong.  It would be possible.
It was an opportunity.  One that she definitely wanted but...  not yet.

   "I'm scared," she admitted.

   "It's okay, cutie pie," Alex said and leaned in to plant a kiss on
Claire's nose.  "There'll be more opportunities, I'm sure of it."

   Claire nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat.

   When the woman had left, closing the door behind herself, Claire took a
deep breath.  She leaned against the wall in exhaustion.

   How the hell had it come to this?  It seemed insane.

   * * * * *

   Pushing the shopping cart had been Claire's favorite thing about grocery
shopping since she was tall enough to reach the handles.  It had a calming
effect on her when around too many people.  Especially now, walking next to
Alex.

   The woman was breathtakingly pretty.  Just being next to her made her
feel invisible and insignificant.  An ugly sticky next to the living
embodiment of sex.  Her hips swung with every step, oozing her female
virtues.

   On top of that, Zack's girlfriend was really nice.

   "I like your necklace," Alex said, nodding at the little gold chain.

   "What?  Oh, thank you," Claire spluttered.

   It had been an eighteenth birthday gift from Zack.  Nothing fancy, just
a simple gold chain without any ornaments.  It was one of the very few
pieces of jewelry she owned.  The other was a ring that belonged to their
grandmother, now passed down to her.  She was afraid to wear it in case
she'd lose it.

   "It looks good on you."

   "Thanks," Claire said, feeling guilty about not being nice in return. 
"I like your, um..."

   She gave Alex a once-over but realized she wasn't wearing any jewelry.
Just a jacket, jeans, and shoes.  None of them looked particularly
ornamental, just every-day clothes you wear to the grocery store.

   "I'm sorry," she apologized.

   Alex laughed, though not at her.  "It's okay.  Zack told me you were
shy. Don't worry, just be yourself."

   "I'm not shy," Claire blurted out.  "I'm just not good at people."

   "Got it," Alex said solemnly.  "We don't have to rush things, we can
just get to know each other slowly.  Does that sound good?"

   "Yes," Claire nodded.

   "Great.  But for you to live long enough, you do need to buy some food."

   Te grocery cart was already packed full with Alex's things.  A colorful
assortment of vegetables and fruits, rice, bread, cheese, milk, and other
items that Claire knew existed but never tried.

   "I'm just waiting until we get to the frozen food aisle."

   "You can buy other stuff, too.  If you're worried about money, Zack gave
me a bunch of money to pay for your things."

   "I like frozen food," Claire insisted.

   "Alright," Alex said, smirking.  "Lead the way to paradise."

   * * * * *

   On the way to the bathroom, Claire spotted Alex sitting on her laptop at
the dining table.  She looked like she was concentrating hard on something,
looking at a flower on her screen.  Curiosity got the better of Claire and
she walked a bit closer to see the image better.

   "Hey Claire," Alex said, turning around.

   Shit, she noticed!

   "I wasn't trying to spy," Claire blurted out.

   "No worries, come here and take a look," Alex said, pulling out a chair.

   Reluctantly, Claire took a seat.  Next to the laptop was a 24-inch
drawing tablet.  The stylus was in Alex's hand.  From what Zack had told
her, Alex was some sort of graphic designer, though she didn't know much
more than that.

   "Does this flower look like anything to you?" Alex asked.

   "I dunno.  A tulip?  It looks nice."

   "Nothing...  familiar about the shape?" Alex probed.

   Claire took a closer look.  Red petals on top of a green stem with a
white background.  She didn't know what to look for.  The only familiar
shape was a flower.

   "Nope," Claire said again.

   "You sure it doesn't look...  O'Keeffian to you?"

   "What's that?"

   "You know, Georgia O'Keeffe?"

   Claire shook her head.  "Who's that?"

   "Oh boy," Alex said and grinned.

   She opened a web browser and did an image search for O'Keeffe and
flowers.  The images loaded and Claire's heart skipped a beat.  The entire
screen was filled with pictures of...  vaginas.  Flower vaginas.

   Alex burst out in laughter.  "You should see the look on your face right
now."

   For some reason, even though she knew that she was the butt of a joke
she didn't fully get, she didn't get the sense that Alex was laughing at
her.  Nevertheless, she collected herself and wiped whatever look she had
away.

   "They look like v -"um, things," she said.

   "Come on, you can say it.  Vaginas.  O'Keeffe is famous for it."

   "I can say but I don't want to," Claire said stubbornly.

   Alex rolled her eyes.  "Anyway, I was designing this card" -"she tabbed
back to the initial screen -""for a spring birthday invitation, and I think
it looks very O'Keeffian."

   Claire took another look.  "I don't see it."

   "What about this?"

   Alex created a new layer and started to draw pink lines over the flower.
After a few strokes, it took the shape of a woman's behind.  Her legs were
crossed and her big bubble butt formed the top of the petals.  She even
went as far as drawing a dot for a butthole and scribbles for pubic hair.

   "See?  She even has a pussy."

   "Only because you drew one on there."

   Alex hid the layer again.  "You sure you don't see it?"

   "Not really."

   "Maybe I just want to see it because I'm so damn horny," Alex grumbled.

   Heat rose to Claire's face and she knew that she was blushing.  Everyone
always knew whenever she got embarrassed because her face went all red.  It
was infuriating sometimes.

   "Sorry, too much info?" Alex asked.

   Claire nodded.

   "You don't talk about that kind of stuff with your girlfriends?"

   "I don't really have a lot of friends," Claire admitted.

   "Well, now you have one more," Alex said, putting an arm around Claire
and giving a squeeze.

   Tears welled up in Claire's eyes and she willed herself not to cry.  She
had only lived there for a week but already Alex was one of her favorite
people in the world.

   "Thank you," Claire burst out and threw both her arms around Alex in a
hug that could have lasted for all eternity.

   "Okay," Alex said out loud after the hug was over.  She pushed back her
chair and stood up.  "I don't think I can keep working like this, so I'm
gonna go masturbate."

   It took a few moments for Claire to process what the words meant.  By
the time she was sure that she heard what Alex had said, the woman already
disappeared in her bedroom.

   Quietly, Claire walked on tiptoes to Zack's bedroom door.  She didn't
know why but the idea of Alex masturbating was utterly fascinating.  She
held her breath and listened intently with her ear close to the door.

   There was a very faint buzzing emanating from inside.  A tingling
sensation between her own legs distracted her.  Her hand moved on its own,
rubbing her crotch through the pants.  When she realized what she was
doing, she straightened up and fled to the bathroom.

   Fortunately, nobody was around to see her blush.

   * * * * *

   "Oh, fu......." Alex groaned.

   Claire looked up from her screen.  The two of them were sitting at the
dining table, each on their own laptop.  It was something that had only
recently started.  Claire tried her best to avoid getting in the way of her
brother and his girlfriend, spending most time either inside her room or
outside pretending like she actually had a job interview to go to.

   Then Alex had intercepted her on the way to the bathroom and told her
the kitchen was a much nicer place to work.  There was a can of tea and
snacks laid out.  At first, Claire was too overwhelmed by the idea but she
couldn't come up with any logical reasons for not doing it.

   It turned out to be quite fun.  Alex would frequently read out funny
things she read or show her cute animal pictures.  In turn, Claire assisted
her in a number of little annoyances that had piled up over the years that
didn't really need fixing but nevertheless improved the experience she had
with her painting program.  She wrote a small utility app that
automatically made backups of whatever Alex was working on every five
minutes, among other things.

   "What?" Claire asked.

   "I just got a request for a new job.  This guy wants, hold on -"ah, he
wants me to design a tattoo that's, and I quote, a super hot nude babe
riding a tongue like a motorcycle."

   "Ew," Claire reacted.

   "He's paying two-hundred bucks."

   "Wow, really?"

   "Should I do it?"

   "I dunno."

   "I'm gonna do it," Alex said, grinning.

   "Is it normal to get requests like that?"

   "Depends.  Some months I only get one or two."

   Claire giggled.  "Does Zack know you draw porn?"

   "Of course he does.  He's even stood in as a model."

   "Whaaaaaaaaaat?"

   "You want to see?"

   "No!" Claire shouted.

   Alex laughed.  "The hardest part is usually just finding the right image
to draw.  Fortunately, I don't have to worry about this one."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah, I have a super hot babe right in front of me," Alex said matter
of factly.

   Claire's eyes went wide in surprise.  Her?  A super hot babe?  Alex was
just being nice.

   "I'm not a babe," she said quickly.

   "Nonsense, you are very pretty," Alex insisted.

   "I'm not."

   "You will not trash talk one of my friends in my presence, do you hear
me?" Alex said sternly.

   Claire opened her mouth to protest but she wasn't sure how to respond to
that.  Being Alex's friend was an honor, she wasn't about to jeopardize it,
even if she was sure that Alex wasn't quite as serious as she made it out.

   "Okay," Claire said and nodded.

   "Repeat after me, I am a super hot babe."

   "I am a-super-hot-babe," Claire mumbled quickly.  The words tasted
strange in her mouth.

   "It's a start," Alex said.  "Now, do you want to model for me or not?"

   "Do I have a choice?"

   "...  yes," Alex said after a moment.

   "Fine," Claire said, wondering what she was signing up for.

   Alex stood up and grabbed Claire by the wrist.  She pulled her over to
the back of the couch and pushed her to sit on the backrest.  She grabbed
Claire's right foot and hoisted it over the cushion.

   "Okay, now imagine you are sitting on a giant tongue," Alex instructed.

   Claire pulled a face of disgust, causing Alex to laugh.  It was
impossible to keep it up after that and she started laughing too.

   "You're wearing a bra, right?" Alex asked out of the blue.

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Take it off," Alex requested, intensely studying Claire.

   "Why?" Claire demanded.

   "Because you have big, natural boobs and you always wear bras that are
too small, like you're trying to hide them.  I need some big breast energy
for this to work."

   If it had been anyone else asking, Claire would have refused.  But being
around Alex made her more comfortable and confident  -" within reason.  She
pulled her arms into her shirt and unclasped the bra in the back.  She
shrugged out of the straps and pushed her arms out the holes again.  She
pulled the bra out underneath and laid it on the couch.

   "Mmm, that's much better.  Okay, now put your hands right here," Alex
said, patting the couch's back between Claire's legs.

   "Both?" Claire asked.

   "Yes.  Keep them straight, like you're pushing yourself up."

   It was an uncomfortable and unnatural position for her that made her
breasts push out too far.

   "No, no, you're slouching," Alex said in exasperation.

   Suddenly Alex's hand was on the small of Claire's back.  She brushed up
the shirt and laid her hand flat on Claire's spinal column.  Claire hadn't
been ready for that touch and jumped in surprise.

   "Lean back into my hand," Alex said.

   The presence of the hand on her body was overwhelming.  She leaned back
until her back was straight.  Alex slid her hand further up, her fingers
using Claire's spinal column as a guide.  Bump-bump-bump.

   Claire's pulse quickened.  The fingers were so soft on her skin. 
Without saying a word, Alex seemed to take control of her body.  When she
wanted Claire to move forward, she pressed lightly.  When she wanted Claire
to move backward, she pulled back her hand until Claire readjusted to touch
it again.

   "Almost there," Alex said, moving her hand down Claire's back again
until she reached the halfway point.  She held it there.

   With her other hand, Alex reached between Claire's forearm and ribcage,
cupping the underside of Claire's breast.  She pushed it upward, though it
fell back down.  She reached deeper, cupping the other one.  Her face was
so close to Claire's that she felt her breath tickle her skin.

   "Squeeze your arms together to hold them in place."

   The warm breath from Alex's mouth brushed over Claire's lips. 
Goosebumps rose all over her arms.  Once more, Alex pressed up against
Claire's breasts until they were partially supported by her arms.

   And then she took a step back.  Both the hand at her back and at her
breasts were gone.  Claire suddenly felt empty and alone.

   "Damn, that's sexy," Alex said.  "Now look right at me.  Okay, that's
good.  Now pout.  Show me those luscious lips.  Pull up your legs like
you're clinging to a horse.  Yes, that's good.  Just one last thing." Alex
brushed Claire's hair out of her face and tucked it behind the ear.

   Claire had completely forgotten why she was even doing any of this in
the first place.  The back of the couch pressed in just the right spot to
make all of this even more embarrassing.  She tried to surreptitiously
readjust but the movement only intensified her emotions.

   "Hold it like that," Alex said, rushing back to the dining table.

   Moving her laptop to the next seat, she grabbed her stylus and quickly
started scribbling away.  Claire wished she could see what was going on but
the laptop was pointed right at her.  She couldn't see it but she knew that
her nipples were hard.  They had to be poking through the front of the
shirt.

   "Don't move!" Alex shouted.

   The torture lasted for what felt like days.  At last, Alex set down the
stylus, looked up, and announced she was done.  Claire immediately let
herself fall to the other side of the couch and out of Alex's view.  She
reached into her pants and was annoyed to find a wet spot there.  She took
a brief moment to readjust both her underwear and her pants to stop them
from pressing up on any parts of her sensitive areas.

   "Take a look," Alex said after Claire reappeared at the table.

   The drawing was of a completely different person, it felt like.  It
wasn't a finished painting, just a rough sketch of a naked woman,
straddling an oval shape.  The woman on the screen wasn't wearing any
clothes and Alex had drawn nipples on her.  The sexy, sultry look on the
face also definitely wasn't Claire.

   "If you wanted to draw someone else, why did you have me go through all
that trouble?" Claire asked angrily.

   "Someone else?" Alex asked with a raised eyebrow.

   She clicked a button and a picture of Claire, posing on the couch
appeared on the screen.  Claire gasped.  Alex moved the image to another
layer and positioned it underneath the sketch.  It was an almost identical
match.  Each line of the sketch was very close to where it should have
been. In the picture, Claire's breasts appeared to be much larger than she
thought they were.  The nipples, however, were undeniably hers.

   "You took a picture?" Claire yelled.

   "I need a reference for when I draw the details," Alex said, "and you
looked damn incredible, I just had to take a photo."

   Claire harrumphed loudly.  She stomped to the couch again to pick up her
bra, then stomped even louder into her room.  She slammed the door shut.

   Once inside, all the anger left her.  She had never, ever thought of
herself as a sexy person.  Nobody had ever called her sexy, either.  Except
for Alex.  Her heart was pounding in her chest.

   She threw herself on the bed and slipped a hand down her pants. 
Remembering the way Alex's hand felt on her back and breasts, she began to
play with herself.  In her mind, Alex hadn't stopped just shy of her face.
She leaned in and their lips met.

   * * * * *

   Zack, Claire decided, was the luckiest guy in the world.  She used to
think that she was happy until she saw what was missing.  It was hard to
overlook the way the two of them interacted, especially since she had front
row tickets.

   She always assumed that her older brother was as dorky and shy as she
was but around Alex, he was like a different person.  He was in love with
her, Claire was sure of that.  The way he looked at her and touched her. 
Alex loved him back just as much.

   Maybe one day, she'd find a guy that she could be that happy with, she
thought glumly.

   "What about this?" Alex asked, holding up a pair of pink, glossy
panties.

   "God no," Claire groaned.

   The plan originally had been to get a pedicure and Claire was pretty
excited about that but when they arrived at the mall, the lady that Alex
picked was sick.  The other woman that Alex asked for wasn't in yet, so
Alex pushed back the schedule.

   To spend the time, Alex dragged her to the closest clothing boutique. 
If Claire had known that she'd be going clothes shopping, she'd have stayed
in bed.  Yet Alex insisted that she was tired of Claire's "gloomy" wardrobe
and she needed something fun to wear.

   "This?" Alex asked, holding up what amounted to little more than string.

   "That looks like someone cut out the part you're supposed to wear."

   Alex laughed.  "Okay, what about this?" she asked, holding up
rainbow-striped panties.

   "I thought we were going to buy something that you can actually see."

   "Nobody's stopping you from walking around in panties," Alex fired back.

   "I'm sure Zack would."

   Alex just shrugged, which was a response that Claire couldn't interpret.
Maybe it was because Alex was an only child.

   "How about this?" Claire asked, holding up a black t-shirt with an eagle
whose wings were outstretched.

   "Not nearly girly enough.  Ooooooh," Alex squealed ominously.

   Moments later, Alex held up a small black and white outfit.  It took a
few moments for Claire to recognize it as a maid outfit.  She pulled a
face.

   "I'm not wearing that."

   "But maybe I will," Alex said and ran off to the changing rooms,
giggling.

   After overcoming the initial shock of surprise, Claire wished that Alex
had invited her along to see.  She felt like she was missing out.  She
continued browsing the racks of clothing, keeping an eye on the dressing
room area for any sign.

   After three minutes of nothing, she finally came across a t-shirt that
she should Alex would enjoy.  It was a rich purple color with yellow
flowers printed all around.  They didn't look like vaginas but it was
sufficiently girly and it was in her size.  She grabbed it and headed for
an empty changing room.

   "Claire, you there?" Alex's voice asked from outside.

   Claire stuck a hand through the curtain and moments later, Alex slipped
inside.  She presented the t-shirt she had picked out.

   "Not bad.  Go on, put it on."

   After a moment, it became obvious that Alex would not leave the
changing room.  Fortunately, Claire wore a bra.  She took off her jacket
and pulled off her shirt, slipping into the purple one.  It was a size too
small.

   "Perfect," Alex said.

   "It's too small."

   "Nonsense, your other shirts are too big."

   The fabric clung to her body like a second skin.  It didn't hurt or
pinch but it was definitely tighter than she was used to.

   "I'm gonna buy the maid outfit," Alex said.

   "Really?" Claire asked in surprise.  "When would you even wear that? 
Halloween is ages away."

   "Oh, my dear, innocent little baby," Alex giggled.  "It's not for
Halloween, it's for Zack."

   Claire didn't need a mirror to confirm that her face was turning red. 
Her brother was going to fuck Alex while she wore that.  She pictured it
like a cheap porn movie.  It felt like steam came out of her ears.

   "Too much?" Alex asked.

   "I-I just don't really talk about that kind of stuff," Claire stammered.
"Nobody in my family does."

   "Really?  Zack loves talking about it with me."

   "That's different.  You two are perfect for each other."

   "He wrote a poem about my pussy once," Alex snorted.

   Claire's eyes went wide.  "What?"

   "No need to be afraid, I'm not going to read it to you.  Yet."

   At that moment, Claire realized once more just how envious she was of
them.  She wished she could be just like Alex, freely talking about her
pussy with other people.  She wished she could have a kinky sex life to
blab about with friends.

   "Can I try on the maid thing?" she asked in a moment of defiance.

   "Hell yes," Alex said and dashed out of the cabin.  She reappeared
moments later, stuffing the costume into Claire's arms.

   It wasn't much but she wanted to prove to herself that she was capable
of at least that.  She didn't even care that Alex was watching.  In fact,
she wanted her there so she could prove it to someone else too.

   She stripped down to her underwear and slipped on the pieces of the maid
outfit.  It was slightly too large around the hips  -" Alex's were bigger 
-" but it provided great support for her breasts.  The fabric of the shirt
was far too thin though and her bra was visible through it.  She wasn't
brave enough to take it off, though.  She was also too lazy to put on the
stockings, mostly because she didn't want to take off her socks.

   Looking at herself in the mirror, she did a pose with her hands on her
hips.

   "Not bad," Alex said.  "You mind if I get a picture?"

   "What for?"

   "So I can remember this better," she said.

   "Sure."

   "Okay, now pretend like you're an actual maid and start dusting," Alex
said and pulled out her phone.

   "Do I have to?"

   "Humor me."

   "Is this for one of your dirty drawings?"

   "No, something much dirtier," Alex grinned.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Okay, now bend over.  More.  Legs straight.  A little more bent over.
And hold it like that, yeah."

   Claire turned around and stuck her tongue out at Alex.  The shutter
clicked.  She straightened again.

   "Can I see?" she asked.

   "Yeah," Alex said, handing her the phone.

   The picture came across much different than she had imagined.  There was
a filter that drove up the contrast, making the picture look almost like a
photo shoot.  Her ass firmly filled the short skirt, too.  She didn't know
that she had an ass until she saw it.

   "I took one just like that.  You can see it if you swipe left."

   Claire swiped left.  Suddenly she was greeted by a picture of Alex's
pussy, peeking out underneath the short skirt.  Her fingers trembled and
the phone slipped out of her hands.  Fortunately, it fell onto the pile of
discarded clothing.

   "What's wrong?" Alex asked, kneeling down to pick up her phone.

   "Uh, your, uh, flower is in the picture," Claire stammered.  It was a
beautiful pussy.  Like two peach halves squeezed together, though seemingly
without any of the fuzz.  It could have been in a textbook.

   "Oh, yeah," Alex said and giggled, dusting off the screen.  "Sorry, I
forgot."

   "I'm sorry, too.  I didn't mean to drop your phone."

   "No worries, nothing's broken.  I take it you don't send nudes to other
people."

   "No.  Who would I send it to?"

   "If you're ever in a situation where you think Hey, I look super
fucking hot right now and I need someone to see this, just send it to me,"
Alex offered.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, definitely.  Until we find you a boyfriend you can send them to.
Or a girlfriend?" Alex probed.

   Heat rose to Claire's face.  "Boyfriend," she said.  "I've had two
boyfriends already."

   "Oooh, do tell," Alex said eagerly.

   Claire started taking off the maid outfit again.  "One was in high
school.  His name was Pete and he was in the anime club.  We just kind of
hung out a lot but I don't know if you'd really call it dating.  We were
just, uh..."

   "Fooling around?" Alex suggested.

   "Yeah, I suppose so.  Yeah.  The other guy was Emile.  He was from
France here for a semester and he asked me out on a date like five times
before I agreed.  But then he left again at the end of the semester and we
never really talked again."

   "Not cute enough?"

   "I suppose he was, it was just...  well, he didn't speak English that
well and most of the time we just, um..."

   "Fucked?" Alex suggested.

   Claire was glad to have the opportunity to pull her shirt over her head.
She quickly muttered a muffled acknowledgement of the fact that yes, she
was not a virgin anymore, before realizing that it felt good to actually
say it out loud.

   "I've never told anyone that," she said.

   "Not even Zack?" Alex asked.

   "Like I said, we don't really talk about that kind of stuff in our
family.  I don't think he even knows Emile exists.  We just talk about
computers a lot."

   "Well, my lips are sealed," Alex said.  "But really, you two should open
up to each other more.  I know for a fact that he loves you very much and
he feels very close to you."

   "I love him, too," Claire said.  "But it's just...  difficult for us to
talk about things like that."

   "You want me to help get things going?" Alex asked enthusiastically.

   "I dunno," Claire mumbled.

   "Well, the offer stands.  If I had a brother, I know exactly how close
I'd want to be with him.  Now, is this one shirt all you managed to find?"

   "Yeah.  I'm not very good at shopping for clothes."

   Alex looked at her phone.  "Looks like we still have half an hour to
kill before our pedicure.  How do you feel about getting your ears
pierced?"

   "I don't have any earrings," Claire said.

   "Wonderful!  Then we have something else to shop for," Alex said
enthusiastically.

   Grabbing Claire's hand, Alex dragged her to the register to pay.

   * * * * *

   Claire looked at Alex over the top of her screen.  Her mouth was curled
to the side as if she were deep in thought.  She hadn't scribbled anything
on her drawing pad in a while.  Suddenly she looked up and caught Claire.

   "Ask what you want to ask," Alex said.

   "Oh, um," Claire stammered.  "If you're busy it can wait."

   "I'm never too busy for adorable little mini-Zack," Alex said. 
"Besides, I could use a break."

   "Don't call me that!"

   "Adorable?" Alex asked, feigning ignorance.

   "Mini-Zack.  I'm nothing like my brother."

   Alex rolled her eyes.  "If you tied back your hair so it looks short,
I'm pretty sure people would confuse the two of you for twins.  Anyway,
what did you want to ask?"

   "How do you know if a blowjob is good?" Claire asked and was
exceptionally proud of herself for not blushing.

   "Oooh, do you have a date coming up?" Alex grinned.

   "No, I was just reading an article and they're saying all this stuff of
what you have to do and I don't think I ever did any of this stuff when I
was dating."

   "Well, did the guy cum?" Alex asked.

   "Yes but maybe it was just an okay blowjob, not a good one.  Maybe
that's why Emile never messages me after he went back to France."

   "Sweetie, Emile is a stupid guy who just wanted a warm hole to fuck.  If
he really liked you, he would have made an effort to get in touch.  A bad
blowjob isn't enough to end a relationship with anyone worth giving a shit
about," Alex said heatedly.

   "Oh."

   Alex got up and walked over to the kitchen.  She opened the fridge,
rummaged around for a second, and came out holding a cucumber.  She ran it
under the tap, scrubbing the skin with the vegetable brush.

   That the cucumber was for something other than eating didn't occur to
Claire until Alex set it down in front of her.

   "Show me your moves."

   "What?  No!" Claire objected.

   "Well, I don't really know how to describe blowjobs.  I know how
to give blowjobs, so unless you show me, I won't be able to help."

   Claire picked up the cold vegetable and stared at it.  "It's too big."

   Alex giggled.  "Too long or too thick?"

   "Both."

   "Zack's is just as long but a little less thick," Alex said.

   "Ew!" Claire said and dropped the cucumber on the table.

   "What, you've never seen him naked?"

   "Not any time in the last decade.  And definitely not an erection."

   "You're missing out."

   "Can we please stop talking about my brother's penis?" Claire begged.

   Alex picked up the cucumber and started wiggling it in front of Claire's
face.  Claire grabbed it and sighed loudly.  Emile's penis hadn't been
nearly as big.  She couldn't believe that Zack's really was that big.  Was
that why Alex was so into him?

   Claire took a deep breath and placed the tip of the cucumber at her
lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.  It was a lot colder and
harder than a real cock and she tried remembering how she had performed it
last time.  She pushed it in and pulled it out.

   Suddenly there was a key in the lock.  The door opened.  Zack walked in.
Their eyes met.

   Panicking, Claire yanked the vegetable out only to realize that now Zack
knew she had had an approximately-his-penis-size cucumber in her mouth. 
She hurled the thing away.

   "It's not what it looks like!" Claire blurted out, feeling the heat rise
to her head.

   Alex started giggling uncontrollably; her lips turned white from trying
to hold back the laughter.  Claire's gaze darted between Alex and her
brother.  After a few moments, she ran to her room and slammed the door
shut.

   Tears welled up in her eyes.  It was probably the most embarrassing
moment in her entire life.  She buried her head in the pillow and started
to cry.

   A couple of minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.  Claire
ignored it.  The next knock was louder.  It was probably Zack, come to kick
her out of the apartment.  The third knock was louder, still.

   "What?" Claire yelled.

   "Can I come in?" Alex asked.

   "Oh, yeah."

   Alex entered the room and took a seat on the floor next to the air
mattress.  She gently stroked Claire's back.  "Everything's fine," she said
in a soothing tone.

   "I bet he hates me now," Claire said.

   Alex giggled.  That wasn't the reaction she had expected at all.  Claire
turned on her side to look up at Alex.  Her eyes were red but at least her
face wasn't.

   "It's not funny," she glowered.

   "He was just surprised at first, that's all."

   "He's not upset?"

   "Not at all.  He actually encouraged it, sort of."

   "Sort of?" Claire asked with a raised eyebrow.

   "Well, I asked him if he wanted you to train by blowing other guys he
said no.  So I asked him what you were supposed to practice on and listed a
bunch of things and he kept saying no until he gave up and said that maybe
a cucumber was the best option."

   "That sounds more like him," Claire said and actually laughed.

   "I think if I had another minute, he would have agreed to let you
practice on him," Alex giggled.

   There was a swooping sensation in her stomach at the thought, like the
floor had suddenly dropped out underneath her.  A shiver raced down her
spine at the thought of Alex's hand on the back of her head, pushing her
head down on Zack's penis and telling her what a good job she was doing. 
She hammered the thought down.

   "Just kidding," Alex said with a twinkle in her eye.  "Though I think we
should practice with a dildo or something.  Do you have one?"

   "No," Claire said.

   "Whaaaaaaaaat?" Alex asked in surprise.  "Are you just embarrassed
because you have a funny one and you don't want to show me or do you
actually not have one?"

   "I don't have one."

   "Oh.  My.  God.  Claire," Alex gasped.

   "What?" Claire asked, almost afraid of what would come next.

   "We're going to go shopping!" Alex declared.

   * * * * *

   It was the first time that Claire had been inside a sex shop.  It was
the first time she had ever seen the inside of a sex shop.  Hell, it was
the first time that she was consciously aware that sex shops even existed.

   The place was fairly secluded; the entrance was in a wing of the mall
she had never been in.  The signage just said it was called "Happiness."
The floor was carpet and the lighting wasn't as bright as the other stores.
It was empty, save for the two of them and the clerk, a young woman with a
ring in her nose and pink hair.  Her name tag read Denise.

   Claire eyed the shelves stacked with boxes upon boxes of sexual
accessories.  Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, and more.  She
knew what they were, of course; she wasn't that sheltered.  She just didn't
expect there to be so many of them.

   "They're expensive," she said to Alex, looking at a "Quick & Quiet"
vibrator that was only as long as her fingers: $39.99.

   "Don't worry, this will be my belated Christmas present for you," Alex
said.

   "You don't have to."

   "Oh yes, yes I do.  How have you managed to live this long without
owning a vibrator?"

   "Just fine.  Ew, what is that?" Claire asked loudly.  "Is that a gummy
worm?"

   Loud enough for Denise to hear, apparently.  As if summoned by
capitalistic magic, the clerk appeared at their side.

   "That is a double-sided, flexible dildo," Denise answered.  "Very
popular these days."

   "How do you use it?" Claire asked.

   Alex started to giggle and looked at Denise.

   "Since it's flexible, you can use it in multiple ways.  The most common
ones are vagina to vagina with a partner, or vagina to ass if you're solo,"
Denise said in a surprisingly professional manner.

   "Oh," Claire squeaked and started to blush.

   The thing was way too big to fit in either of her holes.  The idea that
it could somehow fit into both at the same time was ludicrous.

   "Do you have any recommendations for someone who's just, um, starting
out with this whole thing?" Alex asked the clerk, nodding at Claire.

   "Of course," Denise said and led them a few feet down the shelf.  She
picked up a strap-on box.  "This would be perfect for a couple where one
partner is more experienced than the other.  That way she can just relax
and you can be the one, shall we say operating?"

   "N-no, no, no," Claire stammered.  "We're n-not -""

   Alex threw an arm around Claire's waist and pulled her in close. 
"Sorry, my girlfriend is a bit shy.  She's very new to all of this, isn't
that right, honey?"

   Claire was so surprised, she didn't know what to say.  Alex gave her a
comforting squeeze.

   "Right," she managed to bring out.

   "How wonderful," Denise beamed.

   "I think right now we're looking for something that works both solo or
with a partner.  My tongue is starting to get sore.  Something like a
vibrator."

   "Of course," Denise said, grinning.

   They moved to the section with vibrators and Denise started picking out
boxes.  The first one was a devilish contraption with prongs and rotating
nubs.  According to the woman, it was their most popular model.  Looking at
the reaction on Claire's face, Denise put it back and showed them some
simple options.

   In the end, Alex picked out a sleek five-inch smooth silicone vibrator
that had a speed control built into the base.  She also selected a dildo
made to look like a real penis.  It had balls and veins and everything  -"
six inches according to the box.  There was a big suction cup at the
bottom.

   "What the hell is that?" Claire asked, looking at a small square box.

   It looked like a three-inch-long alien tentacle.  Several silicone beads
were stacked on top of one another, each one with a set of tiny little
bumps that were almost spikes.  The first thought that came to Claire's
mind was that it was a medieval torture device.

   "That is an anal stimulator," Denise started.

   "It goes in your ass?" Claire gasped.

   Alex nearly doubled over with laughter.

   "Yes, ma'am," Denise said.  "It's not as scary as it looks, the bumps
are all made of silicone.  They are there to provide extra stimulation."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes," Denise answered, trying to suppress a grin.

   "I think it would be fun," Alex said after catching her breath.

   "Nuh-uh.  No way.  You can't possibly put that up a butt," Claire
insisted.

   "Oh, you want to bet?" Alex asked.

   "You're on but if you can't fit that thing in your ass, I won't have to
clean the bathroom for a month," Claire said firmly.

   "And if I win, you have to, hmmmm..." Alex picked up another box.  "You
have to put this up your butt."

   She held up a much less formidable looking object.  Just a simple black
silicone spike with a flared base.  It was also three inches long but less
than a quarter of the width.  Claire blanched.

   "Fine," she said stubbornly.

   "It's on, then," Alex said.

   Claire was oddly excited.  She was pretty sure that the next morning,
Alex would have a sore ass and be unable to sit straight.  That thing was
more like to tear something than give pleasure.  The prospect of not having
to clean the bathroom for a month was just a cherry on top.

   Unfortunately, Zack was home.  It was unusual to be so disappointed by
her brother's presence.  Alex gave her the bag and she quickly stashed it
in her room, feeling like she and Alex shared a naughty secret that her
brother wasn't part of.

   * * * * *

   Waiting for Alex to finally wake up was agony.  Two hours after Zack
left for work, Alex finally stumbled out of the bedroom, straight into the
bathroom.  She came back out fifteen minutes later, looking very
invigorated.

   One cup of coffee, a piece of toast with avocado, and one banana later,
Alex leaned back in her chair and smiled happily at Claire.  That's when
Claire went into her room, came back holding a little box, and set it down
on the table.

   "Someone's an eager beaver," Alex smiled.

   "Today's my day to clean the bathroom," Claire said.

   "That's fair," Alex said, taking the alien butt plug out of the box. 
"Huh, I remembered it being smaller."

   "No backsies."

   "Not trying, sis.  I need to get in the mood for butt stuff first,
though.  Tell me, have you tried yours yet?"

   "No, I don't have any batteries," Claire admitted.

   "Ah, crap.  Follow me," Alex said, scooting out of her seat.

   Alex led them to her bedroom, which was a lot bigger than Claire's.  It
also had a real bed.  Alex opened the top drawer of the nightstand.  Inside
was an entire arsenal of sex toys.  Clear, opaque, long, short, spikey. 
There were handcuffs and nipple clamps.  Several tubes and bottles with
uses beyond Claire's knowledge.

   "Wow," Claire marveled.

   "That's what a real woman's toy collection looks like," Alex said.

   "I am a real woman," Claire countered.

   "There's definitely one somewhere inside of you, just waiting to be
banged out of the shell."

   Claire rolled her eyes.  She pointed at a very narrow and long black
rod. "What's that?"

   Alex picked up the object, which had a loop made of leather on one end
and a handle on the other.  She swung the thing, slapping Claire's butt. 
It hurt but only very briefly.

   "Ow!" Claire complained, jumping away from the next slap.

   "It's a riding crop."

   "You have a horse?" Claire asked wide-eyed.

   "I'm the one being ridden," Alex giggled and waited until Claire made
the connection.

   "Oh!" Claire gasped, turning red.

   "God, you are just the cutest when you blush," Alex grinned.

   Trying to change the subject, Claire reached for one of the biggest
items in the drawer.  A flesh-colored silicone dildo that looked like what
she would consider to be a fantastic penis.  It was a lot more realistic
than the suction-cup one Alex had bought her.

   "Ooh, ah, um, be careful with that," Alex said, looking at Claire with a
very funny expression.

   "Why?" Claire asked, inspecting it closer.  The shaft was a little
sticky.

   "Well, first of all, it's been inside my pussy, and second of all, it's
a birthday present from your brother.  It's a mold of his cock."

   Claire dropped it back in the drawer like it had just bitten her.  She
wiped her hands on her Stargirl pajamas, though the sticky feeling on her
fingers didn't go away.

   "I am...  so, so sorry," Alex said, staring at Claire with her mouth
hanging open.

   "You could have warned me!" Claire said and stepped a few feet back from
the drawer.

   "I didn't think you'd start touching things."

   "Sorry," Claire muttered.

   "In any case, I think we're done here.  I thought I had some fresh
batteries in there but I think we're all out."

   "Oh."

   "I'll go run to the store and buy some."

   "You don't have to," Claire said.

   "Yes, I do.  You're not the only one that gets horny and I don't want to
feel the need and not have batteries on hand."

   Alex walked back into the living room, grabbed her purse off the couch,
and slipped into her shoes.  "I'll be back soon," she called out while
putting on a jacket.

   Then she was out the door before Claire had a chance to say anything
else.  If she didn't know the woman better, she would have thought that she
was buying time for herself.  Maybe she was afraid of losing the bet.  That
made Claire feel a lot better.

   The door to Alex's bedroom was still open.  Claire moved to close it
when she spotted that the draw was also still open.  She looked around but
the apartment was empty.  She wasn't sure what exactly was making her do it
but she took a step inside the room.  Just enough to be able to look into
the drawer.

   The replica of Zack's penis still laid on top.  It was only the shaft
and didn't have testicles.  Apparently, her big brother was circumcised. 
She had no idea her parents even made that choice at some point.  Nobody
ever told her.

   Before she knew it, she had taken another two steps and was within
touching distance.  Her heart hammered.  She picked it up again, careful to
only touch the bottom area that wasn't sticky.

   So that was her brother's cock.  It must have been a one-to-one replica
because it was just as big as Alex had described.  About six inches and not
as thick as the cucumber.  This was what made Alex happy.

   Claire made some quick mental math.  Alex had been gone for maybe two
minutes.  She'd be down the elevator already, probably sitting in the car.
Maybe just out of the parking lot.  The nearest supermarket was ten minutes
away.  She'd need at least three or four minutes to stand in line and pay.
It was early morning, so maybe less than three if she just bought batteries
and that's it.  Another ten minutes to drive back, another two to get back
up to the apartment.  Roughly twenty-five minutes before Alex returned.

   Making a completely insane snap decision, Claire ran to the bathroom and
slammed open the hot water.  She doused the Zack-replica under the running
water, rubbing it vigorously, before toweling it dry.  A few seconds later
she was in her room, running the tips of her fingers over the shaft.

   First things first, she grabbed her phone and set an alarm for twenty
minutes.  She placed the tip of the penis at her lips.  A swarm of
butterflies whirled around the inside of her stomach.  She pushed it in,
marveling at the soft texture.  Her lips closed around the glans and she
pulled it out again.  It was so much easier than with a cucumber.

   But time was too precious to waste on blowjobs.  Her heart pounded in
her chest.  She knelt on the floor and hurriedly pushed her Stargirl
pajamas down to her knees.  She laid on her back on the air mattress and
tested herself with a finger.  Wet enough.

   Placing the tip of the dildo at her entrance, she paused for a second to
let her beating heart calm down.  It didn't.  She pushed.

   Zack's cock entered her, two inches deep.  She felt lightheaded.  She
pushed in another inch, before pulling it back out and pushing back in. 
She had never felt so alive.

   On some level, she knew that it was wrong.  That it was an exact replica
of her brother's cock.  That part of her screamed in frustration.  Another
part of her roared with delight at the depravity of it.  She closed her
eyes, imagining for a brief moment that she was in Alex's place.

   That was how she must have felt every day, only better.  It was amazing
to be Alex for just a few moments.

   When she opened her eyes again, the real Alex was looking down at her.
She clamped her legs together and froze.  Every feeling of joy turned to
cold, hard fear.  Instead of beating, her heart stopped.

   "God, that's so hot," Alex muttered.  She knelt at the head of the
mattress, staring with fascination between Claire's legs.

   It was like someone had thrown her a lifeline while she was drowning at
sea.  She swallowed and found her throat parched.  She dared to move her
hand and wasn't struck down by lightning.  There wasn't even any yelling.

   "I can tell that you're very embarrassed right now.  Why don't you
finish up here and I'll wait outside," Alex said quite calmly.

   The woman left and closed the door behind her.  Claire sprang into
action.  She yanked the dildo out of her and quickly wiped it down with the
first thing that she could grab  -" a sock.  She glanced at the phone's
screen.  There were still five minutes left before the alarm.  She cursed
the damn thing and pulled up her pants.

   Not sure what to do with the dildo itself, she set it down on the table.
Claire opened the door a crack and saw Alex leaning against the dining room
table with arms propped up.  Quite casual and relaxed.

   Claire opened the door, bracing herself for an impact.  She looked down
at the ground, unable to meet Alex's eyes.

   Instead of a blow, Alex wrapped her arms around the terrified Claire and
embraced her in a hug.

   "It's okay," Alex whispered, rubbing Claire's back.  "It's okay."

   "You're not mad?" Claire sniffled.

   "Not at all, my little thief, not at all."

   Claire wrapped her arm around Alex's midriff and hugged back fiercely.

   "I'm so sorry," Claire said, burying her face in Alex's shoulder.  "I'm
so, so sorry."

   "Have you always been interested in your brother that way?" Alex asked.

   "No, no -"I don't know, I'm not sure," Claire answered.

   "What did it feel like using the dildo?"

   "Incredible."

   "Do you want to try the real one?" Alex asked.

   Claire's heart skipped a beat.  She broke the hug and looked at Alex,
wondering if she had accidentally knocked her head on something and was
imagining things.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean do you want to have the real cock inside you, not just a
replica?"

   The words arrived but it didn't seem to make any sense.  Did Alex really
just ask her if she wanted to fuck her own brother?

   "It's okay, you don't have to answer right now," Alex continued.  "Think
about it.  Really think about it."

   "You...  you want that?" Claire asked, puzzled.

   "To be honest, it's been a fantasy of mine for a long time.  Ever since
I saw you on Thanksgiving.  The way you look at him and the way he looks at
you.  There's so much desire there.  I've always wondered if there was
something more.  If the two of you were secret lovers.  The thought of him
slowly fucking you while whispering how he'll always keep you safe, oh,"
Alex let out a little moan.

   Claire's jaw dropped.  Her heart beat a million times a second. 
Goosebumps rose all over her body.

   Alex leaned in and kissed her.  Not a quick peck on the nose but a real
kiss.  Her dextrous tongue pushed at her lips, asking to be let in.  Never
in her life had Claire been kissed like that by anyone.  There was so much
desire in there, so much raw need.  And the lips were so incredibly soft.

   When the kiss broke, Claire gasped for air.  She opened her eyes and saw
Alex looking back at her, licking her lips and grinning.

   "God, the two of you are just so damn cute," Alex said.

   In a manner of minutes, Claire's entire life had turned upside down. 
She had forgotten everything that happened in the past couple of weeks. 
Hell, for a brief moment, she had forgotten even her own name.  The only
thing that was certain was she loved Alex.  She loved living in the
apartment.  She loved shoving the replica dildo up herself.  She could have
burst with all the energy coursing through her.

   Alex pulled her in for another hug and Claire melted in her arms.

   "Things are going to be different now," Alex whispered.  "And you can
keep the dildo.  I want you to use it."

   "Oh thank you, thank you," Claire said, hugging tighter.

   After a very long minute, Claire's thoughts started to collect
themselves again.

   "What about my brother?" she asked.

   "I'll take care of that part.  It shouldn't be hard to convince him to
make love with his dear baby sister," Alex said.

   "Really?"

   "I've already been working on it," Alex said and smiled.  "Now go to
your room and really try out what it's like.  You didn't really get a good
chance yet."

   "How do you know?"

   "Claire, my dear, we keep all our batteries in this drawer right here,"
Alex said, pulling out one of the kitchen drawers.  Several open bags of
batteries of various sizes laid there, with a few extra rolling around.

   "You tricked me!" Claire cried out.

   "You played yourself," Alex.  "Now go.  I have some errands to run, so
you'll have the entire apartment to yourself for the next hour or so."

   Claire didn't need to hear that twice.  She rushed back to her room, had
her pajama bottoms off before the door was closed and went back to where
she'd left off.

   * * * * *

   It was a lovely Saturday morning.  The two women were on the way to the
mall to go shopping.  Claire wasn't sure for what but she liked hanging out
with Alex.  Zack was back home, chilling on the couch.  According to Alex,
he was completely useless on Saturdays, more like a hibernating bear than a
human being.

   "Are you on birth control?" Alex suddenly asked.

   "No," Claire replied.

   "I'm on the pill.  I think that's the best option for now.  Do you have
any problems with that?"

   "I don't know.  I've always just used condoms.  Is that not safe?"
Claire asked worriedly.

   "They're safe, sure, but I want Zack to fuck you without any protection.
I want him to jizz inside you."

   "Ohhhh," Claire said, suddenly understanding.

   "And we don't want any babies."

   "Babies bad," Claire nodded.

   Alex took a different exit off the highway and five minutes later, they
arrived at a women's clinic.  A surprise doctor's visit wasn't nearly as
fun as going to the mall but with Alex at her side, Claire felt like she
could accomplish anything.

   The waiting room was full and much too humid, so they found a secluded
place to sit on the floor, just around the corner from the bathrooms and
still in audible range of the announcements.

   "How are things progressing with Zack?" Claire asked.

   "Pretty good, I think.  I'm going to start ramping things up a bit now.
He'll be ready for next week."

   "What's next week?" Claire asked.

   "You have to take the pill seven days in a row before you can have sex
without protection," Alex said.

   "What?  Really?"

   "Yeah.  Think you can hold out for one more week?"

   "Of course I can.  And there's no chance of getting pregnant from a
dildo," Claire giggled.

   "Uhhh, about that," Alex winced.

   "Please, I'm not that gullible."

   "Something else.  The dildo isn't a mold of Zack's dick."

   "WHAT?" Claire blurted out.

   All those hours she had spent with the toy.  Sucking it.  Riding it. 
Hugging it.  Kissing it.  Fucking it.  Loving it.

   "I just told you that because I wanted to know what you'd do," Alex
said.

   "You bitch!" Claire growled and started swatting Alex's arm.  "You
miserable, lying, conniving bitch!"

   Alex caught her wrist, pulled her in, and kissed her.  That took away
Claire's breath and seemed to suck out all the anger, melting into goo.

   "Sorry," Alex whispered.

   "Apology accepted," Claire said, going back for more kissing.

   Only Alex pulled back, dodging it.  She put her fingers on Claire's
lips, pushing her away.

   "We shouldn't," Alex said.

   "Why not?"

   "Because Zack doesn't know yet.  I love him, Claire.  I don't want to do
too many things behind his back.  As soon as he's ready, we go through with
it.  Then we can let loose.  Okay?"

   "Okay," Claire sighed even though part of her wanted the immediate
pleasure.  "Am I really going to have to wait a goddamn week?"

   "I'm afraid so."

   "And now you even took away my toy.  It's not going to be nearly as good
now that I know it's not his cock."

   "I know," Alex said, grinning.  "It's going to drive you crazy."

   "Bitch," Claire muttered.

   "Your brother's cock is actually half an inch bigger than the toy.  Same
width.  He's uncircumcised, though."

   "Tease."

   "Speaking of teasing, I'm going to send him that cute pic of you in the
maid outfit," Alex said.

   "Oh my god, no," Claire blurted out.

   "Why not?"

   "It's embarrassing!"

   "So you're saying that you're okay with" -"she lowered her voice
-""fucking your brother but you don't want him to see a hot pic of you?"

   Claire nodded.

   "That doesn't make any sense."

   "He's my brother, he's never seen me like that."

   "How's that going to work when you boink?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe he keeps his eyes closed the entire time and has
no idea it's me," she said and realized how silly she sounded even as she
said.

   Alex giggled.  "You know, that actually gives me an idea."

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  Since you two are so alike, I bet he'll fall for the dildo trick,
too."

   "You'll give him a mold of my thingy?" Claire asked.

   "Something like that.  Anyway, I'm going to send him the maid picture,
okay?"

   Claire sighed.  "You know, a kiss would probably make me forget how
embarrassing it is."

   "Nice try," Alex snorted.  "Sending it now.  Aaaaaaaand it's sent."

   "Oh great."

   "By the way, can I borrow your Stargirl pajamas?"

   "Why?"

   "I decided that I really want to wear them."

   Claire laughed.  "You're going to dress up as me?"

   "Yes, yes I am."

   "I suppose that's okay.  I have to do laundry anway."

   "There's no need for that," Alex said and grinned.

   * * * * *

   Claire regarded the chore schedule with a sour look.  She'd been pissed
off for several days, ever since she started taking the pill.  Three days
down, four days to go.  A week had never felt like such an eternity before.

   The levels of frustration inside her were starting to boil over.  Ever
since Alex told her that the dildo wasn't Zack's penis, she couldn't get
off with it anymore.  She tried the other toys; while they definitely were
physically capable of stimulating her to a climax, she didn't feel the same
rush.

   It seemed like her brother's dick was the only thing in the world that
would get her what she wanted.  It was so close and yet impossibly far
away.

   On top of everything else, she had bathroom cleaning duty.  She did not
want to clean the bathroom.  She didn't want to do anything.  She didn't
even have the energy to get dressed and still wore her Stargirl pajamas.

   After a few minutes of grumbling, she remembered that she might not have
had to clean after all.  She had forgotten all about the bet she made with
Alex.  She retrieved the box from her room and pulled out the alien-dick.
She tried to fit it in her mouth but she could barely open her mouth wide
enough to fit it in.  She was not brave enough to try and fit it in her own
butt.

   In the afternoon, Alex returned from a long lunch with a prospective
client.  She was in a good mood, even dancing a little.  Until she saw
Claire sitting at the dining table with her arms crossed and the buttplug
in front of her.  She sauntered over leisurely.

   "I totally forgot about that," Alex said.

   "Well, well, well, isn't that convenient?" Claire said.

   "Someone's grouchy," Alex said, reached out, and booped Claire's nose
with her index finger.

   Claire scrunched her nose.  "Today is cleaning day."

   "And you think you can win the bet, mmhm, I see.  Okay, give me a moment
to drop off my stuff."

   Alex disappeared in her bedroom and returned moments later sans laptop
but holding a small squeeze bottle.  She headed for the bathroom and
beckoned Claire to follow.

   Once inside, Claire held out the butt plug like a weapon.

   "In due time, my dear," Alex said and unbuckled her belt.  "Have you
ever had anal sex before?"

   "No."

   "You can't just go straight at it, that's going to tear something.  Your
sphincter is a muscle, it needs training."

   "How long is that going to take?"

   "For you, I'd say a couple of weeks.  Fortunately, my ass has already
received excellent training and I just need to warm up."

   "I can't picture Zack wanting to have anal sex."

   Alex pushed her jeans and panties down over her butt.

   "There's a lot you two don't know about each other, apparently.  He
prefers my pussy but he does love a good ass fucking every now and then."

   Alex turned to point her butt at Claire.  It was plump and round.  She
leaned forward over the counter, reached behind herself and spread her
cheeks apart.

   At the sight of her friend's asshole, Claire's eyes went wide.  It was
the first time she had ever seen another person's asshole like that  -"
outside of porn.  It was shut very tightly.

   "Lube up your finger and see if you can stick it in," Alex suggested.

   "Me?"

   "Yeah, you."

   Claire picked up the squeeze bottle and flicked open the cap.  She
squeezed a toothpaste-like amount on her index finger and rubbed it with
her thumb.  It was very smooth.

   Reaching out, she pressed her index finger against the entrance to
Alex's ass.  It was hot to the touch.  It seemed to have a life of its own,
moving underneath her finger.

   "You gotta push it in," Alex said.

   Claire took a deep breath and pushed.  To her surprise, there was barely
any resistance.  It was a tight fit but it seemed to open up just enough to
let her stick her finger in to the first knuckle.  She started to giggle.

   "What's so funny?" Alex inquired.

   "My finger's in your butt," Claire laughed.

   "Mmmhm, I can feel it."

   With enthusiasm, Claire pushed in the rest of her finger.  She tried
feeling around but it was just full of warm, slick folds.  She pulled out
and pushed back in.

   "Add more lube," Alex said.

   The next time she pulled out, Claire squeezed more lube on her index
finger.  Without saying anything, she also lined up her middle finger,
pushing back in with both.

   "Mmm, good girl," Alex moaned.

   "Almost makes me wish I had a penis," Claire noted.

   "Add another finger."

   "Are you sure?  This feels really tight already."

   "I'm sure."

   The third finger, with another dollop of lube, slipped in just as easy
as the other two.  And yet at the same time, the hole seemed to be just as
tight as before.  Like a magical orifice that expanded and contracted as
required.

   Pushing in all three, Claire couldn't keep her pinky finger folded
anymore.  It made contact with Alex's perineum.  She lowered it a bit,
slipping into Alex's vagina.

   "Oooh," Alex gasped.  "That's cheating!"

   Claire pulled out and pushed back in, three in the butt, one in the
pussy.  She pulled out quickly and back in, going faster.  Suddenly as she
tried to push back, it felt like her fingers collided with a wall.

   "That's...  enough," Alex panted.  "Gotta stop."

   "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Claire asked concerned.

   "No, no," Alex said, straightening up.  Her face was flushed.  "But if
you keep that up I'm going to cum."

   "And that's a bad thing?"

   "Yes, for now."

   "Why?" Claire whined.

   "You don't know how hard it is for me, too.  There's nothing I'd like
more than to keep going but I want all three of us to be together."

   "I know, me too," Claire sighed.

   "But I'm definitely all warmed up for this," Alex said.

   Without any trace of hesitation, Alex picked up the alien-dick and
squeezed a good chunk of lube on it, coating the toy with her fingers. 
Claire watched, fascinated with the process.

   Alex turned around again, leaning on the countertop.  She raised her
butt and held the toy by the base with one hand, spreading her cheek with
the other.  In the process, her pants slid down a couple of inches.

   Shamelessly, Claire moved to sit on the rim of the bathtub, right in
front of Alex's ass.  Her pussy was even more perfect than it had been in
the maid picture.  It was so smooth and neat, unlike her own.  It was also
really wet.  A strand of mucus clung to her labia, shaking with every
movement.

   The toy's tip slipped in and Alex let out a sigh.  Each little nub
resisted at first but was eventually eaten by the sphincter.  Only at the
last sphere did Alex show any signs of slowing down.  It really was
enormous, much bigger than three fingers.  Claire wasn't sure if she wanted
to win the bet or see Alex actually manage it.

   The latter won out.  The big sphere barely moved at all and then very
quickly it slipped right in and Alex's sphincter closed behind it.  The
base of the buttplug was pulled in, resting snugly over the hole.  It
sparkled with the light.

   Alex straightened up, pulled up her pants, and grinned.

   "Aw, damn it," Claire grumbled.  "You knew you were going to win when
you made that bet, didn't you?"

   "Sure did.  Why don't you clean the bathroom now and then we'll talk
about your additional duties."

   "Additional duties?" Claire groaned.

   "My dear, you do remember the other part of the bet, don't you?"

   Claire winced.

   Half an hour later, Claire emerged from the bathroom sweating and
aching. She placed the mop and bucket back into the broom closet and
stretched.  Alex looked up from her work and pushed the bottle of lube into
the center of the table.

   Reluctantly, Claire took a seat and pulled the lube closer.  Her
fingertips looked like prunes and she felt anything but sexy.

   "I'm really not in the mood for this," she grumbled.

   "That's okay, you don't have to do it right now.  Remember to try it
with your finger, first.  If it doesn't go in, don't force it.  Slow is the
-""

   "I got it, I got it."

   "And the most important thing is to -""

   "Relax.  Yes.  I've been informing myself."

   "Oh?  How did that go?"

   "I watched a woman put a baseball bat up there," Claire laughed.

   "Oh dear."

   "Could you do that?"

   "No idea.  I'm not sure I want to try.  Just having this little toy in
me is enough, I think."

   "You still have it in?" Claire asked, surprised.

   "Mmhm.  You want some tea?"

   "Sure."

   As Alex walked over to the electric kettle and filled it with water,
Claire stared at her ass.  It bounced like it did normally but try as she
might, she wasn't able to tell if it really was in or not.

   As if she had been reading Claire's thoughts, Alex grabbed her waistband
and pushed down her pants, shaking her butt.  The sparkling green end of
the plug still firmly nestled between the cheeks.

   "And it really doesn't hurt?" Claire asked.

   "No, but I can feel it every time I move."

   Alex returned, setting down a steaming mug with a bag of tea inside in
front of Claire.

   "How long are you going to keep it in?"

   "Until your brother returns."

   "Ohh, is he -""

   "Yup.  Like King Arthur himself."

   They were in the middle of a giggling fit when Claire heard a key in the
lock.

   * * * * *

   T-Minus two days.  Less than two days, in fact.  Forty-seven hours. 
Claire, the human clock.  She scowled.  She bit her lip.

   "What's the matter?" Alex asked, looking up from her laptop.

   "Two days," Claire sighed.

   "That's why you've been tapping your foot and your fingers on the
table for the last 5 minutes?"

   "What?" Claire asked surprised.  She looked down, realizing what she was
doing, and stopped.  "Oh, sorry.  I'm just so damn horny.  Ever since you
told me that the dildo is a fake, I haven't been able to get off."

   "Like, at all?"

   "I mean sometimes I climax but it's not at all satisfying.  I'm gonna go
crazy."

   "Are you saying that Zack's mighty cock is the only thing that can make
you come?"

   Claire nodded sheepishly.  Alex laughed.

   "Would a picture help?" Alex asked.

   "YES!" Claire shouted and jumped out of her seat.

   "Hold on, hold on, I'm gonna need something in return."

   "You want to send him a picture of my thing?"

   "Not quite.  Please get a banana from the kitchen."

   It was weird at first, knowing that her brother would be watching the
video but the horniness overwhelmed the awkwardness.  She had been
practicing a lot, especially pre-dildo-reveal, and watched a lot of porn.

   Still, she was sure she wasn't as graceful as she thought she was in her
head.  Zack had probably seen it all before.  Hell, Alex definitely gave
him better blowjobs.  So she had to pull out all the stops.

   Plunging the entire banana inside her for the finale was a spur of the
moment thing.  Three-quarters of the way in, her eyes started to water. 
Saliva started to flow.  Fortunately, the banana wasn't as big as one of
the toys, though it was in a weirder shape.

   When she opened her mouth again and pulled out the entire, unbroken
piece of banana, she felt so proud of herself.

   "Wow, I'm not sure even I can do that," Alex said, though Claire knew
there was no way that was true.

   "It's way easier with a banana, it tastes better than the real thing,"
Claire said.

   "There, it's done.  I'm sending it to Zack."

   "What are you going to tell him?"

   "I asked him to find a secluded spot to watch this video."

   "Oh?  Is he going to beat his meat to it?" Claire asked hopefully.

   "Maybe."

   "Has he watched it yet?" Claire demanded eagerly.

   "It's not done uploading -"oh wait, hold on, there it is."

   "Oh my god, is he watching it right now?" Claire asked, bouncing in her
seat.

   "It's like two minutes long."

   "Oooh, check this out," Alex said and briefly turned over her phone.

   There was a dick on it, filling the entire screen.  Claire knew right
away that it was Zack's cock.  She just knew it.  As soon as it was there,
it was gone again.

   Claire lunged over the table, trying to snatch at the phone but Alex was
faster.

   "Hey!  First things -""

   "I NEED TO CUM!" Claire yelled, swatting unsuccessfully for the phone
again.

   Alex started giggling and tapped away.

   "What's funny?" Claire asked.

   "You gave me a great idea.  Since you're unable to cum, I think it's
only fair that he's not allowed to jerk off."

   Claire considered it for a moment before nodding sagely.  "Yes, I think
that's fair."

   "Okay, now come over here in an orderly fashion and do not snatch at my
phone," Alex said.

   Like a bolt of lightning, Claire rounded the table.  She leaned on
Alex's shoulder, looking at the phone.  The cock was gorgeous.  Wonderful.
Incredible.  It was hard to judge the size without a frame of reference but
she could tell it was big.  Uncircumcised, just like Alex said.  Zack was
either so hard or so long that the glans poked out of the foreskin on its
own.

   Every part of her body seemed to be in overdrive, just like the first
time she used the faux-dildo.  Alex reached between her legs from the back
and cupped Claire's thigh.  Slowly, she ascended until her fingers bumped
into Claire's sensitive spots.

   Claire was sure that she was about to explode at any moment.  Alex
pushed her index finger between Claire's folds.  The Stargirl pajama
bottoms weren't that thick but she wasn't wearing any underwear.  For a
long minute, Claire held her breath, looking at nothing but Zack's cock and
enjoying the sensation of Alex's finger.

   Then it was gone.

   Alex raised her finger to her lips, sniffed it, and licked it.

   "Yep.  You're horny alright.  I'll text you the pic."

   Before Alex even finished speaking, Claire darted to her room and
slammed the door shut.  A second later, the door flew open again and Claire
dashed to the table to grab her laptop and phone.  Panting, she sprinted
back into her room.

   Every single vein was visible on the bigger laptop screen.  Every ripple
of the curly skin of his forehead, stretching around the glans was right
there in front of her.  Bigger than life.  She laid down on her stomach,
straddled the sides of the air mattress with her feet, and stuck her hand
between her legs.

   The best part about it was that he got an erection after watching her
blow a banana.  He was hard because of her.

   Less than sixty seconds later, she succumbed to her first shuddering
orgasm of the night.  She knew there would be many more.



   ZACK



   * * * * *

   The awkwardness was palpable.  Claire kept looking at me when she
thought I wasn't looking at her.  I must have been doing the same.  Why was
it so hard for us to say anything to each other?

   Of course, the previous night definitely had something to do with it.  I
watched her be eaten out by my girlfriend and afterward, she watched the
two of us have sex.  We "shared" more in fifteen minutes than we did our
entire lives.

   I wanted to tell her so much.  That I loved her, that I thought she was
damn sexy, and how I couldn't wait for what happened next between us.

   Yet I couldn't manage to say a single word.  If only Alex had been
awake, it would have been different.  She was still fast asleep.  I was
almost glad when I couldn't pour another bowl of cereal because we ran out
of milk and had an excuse to leave.  I muttered something about buying more
milk and got dressed.

   As soon as the door closed behind me, a powerful wave of guilt hit me. I
almost reached the elevator before my entire body yelled at me that I was
an idiot.

   The apartment door was open and Claire stood in the doorframe.  She
didn't have to say anything; her eyes told the whole story.

   I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

   "I love you," I whispered.  "No matter what, I love you."

   "I love you, too," Claire whispered back.

   We held each other for a very long time, not speaking, just feeling. 
The shape of her body pressed up against mine.  Her warmth radiated through
me.

   "I'm scared," Claire said so faintly I almost didn't hear it.

   "Me too," I replied.  "But I want to."

   "Same."

   "Aren't you two adorable," Alex said.

   Both of us jumped in surprise.  Alex let out a big yawn.

   "Good morning!" Claire burst out, broke our hug, and rushed toward my
girlfriend to give her a big fat hug.

   Unlike me, Alex showed no hesitation.  Her hands were straight for my
sister's ass, giving it a hearty squeeze.

   "It's a good thing you're already dressed," Alex told me.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes, I'm going to need a few hours alone time with Claire," Alex said.
She gently disembraced Claire, reached into her pocket, and handed me a
piece of paper.  "Details are on here.  Have fun!"

   "But -"" I protested.

   "Have fun!" Alex repeated, pushing me toward the door.

   * * * * *

   The parking lot of the strip mall was surprisingly full for a Sunday
morning.  Apparently, someone named "Tyler" was celebrating their tenth
birthday at the "FunHouze".  My destination was on the other side, a small
beauty salon.

   "I think I have an appointment for ten-thirty.  Zack Blanchard."

   Five minutes later, I stood in one of the secluded rooms, still without
any idea of what was about to happen to me.  In the middle of the room was
a massage table and the air was far too warm for February.

   The door opened and a tall, bulging, hulk of a man walked.  His name was
Oleg, he introduced himself, and he was there to shave me.

   What followed was one of the most embarrassing thirty minutes of my
life. Alex had left him detailed instructions on what she wanted to do and
Oleg wasn't one to listen to arguments from me.

   When he finally said he was done, I had to admit that it felt kind of
nice to have my groin shaved so clean, I could drag a finger across it and
not feel any stubble.  Shaving my chest and stomach, however, was overkill.
I hadn't been that hairless since I was born.

   The next appointment was at a nail salon.  Part of me was worried they
were going to give me pink nail polish but my fears were unfounded.  A
quick but thorough cleaning of my finger and toenails, followed by a trim.

   By the time I was done with the list Alex had given me, I felt like a
completely new man.  Freshly cut hair, a light meal in my stomach, and a
bouquet of roses in hand.  The last one had been my idea.  It seemed right.

   The only thing left to do was to go back home.  I sent a quick text to
Alex and she okayed my return.

   * * * * *

   The elevator doors dinged open and already my sixth sense told me
something was different.  There was electricity in the air that wasn't
there before.  Maybe it was just in my head.  Nevertheless, I picked up my
pace.

   The apartment was darker than usual.  The drapes were closed.  The scent
of perfume and vanilla permeated the air.  Warm, orange candle-light
flickered from half a dozen candles.

   The door to the bedroom opened and two angels appeared.  Both Claire and
Alex wore the same outfit.  Stockings with a garter belt, three-inch heels,
barely opaque lace panties with matching bra.  Claire was in scarlet and
Alex in green, though both wore the same red lipstick.

   At once, my cock started to get hard.  I have never seen anything sexier
in my entire life.  I've always known that Claire was really skinny but I
never realized just how big her breasts were.  Without baggy clothes
covering her chest, they looked easily two cup sizes bigger than Alex's.

   "Welcome home, Zack," Claire said in a honeysuckle tone.

   "It's time," Alex said.

   "And look, he brought flowers."

   "Such a good boy," Alex cooed.

   The two approached me, outdoing one another in sultriness.  I just
nodded, my heart hammering in my chest.  Alex opened up my jacket while my
sister moved behind me, slipping it off my shoulders and taking the roses
out of my hand.  I stepped out of my shoes while Alex started on my belt
buckle.

   Working together, the two of them liberated me from all of my clothing,
keeping my boxers for last.  That was Alex's honor, hooking her thumb into
the waistband and sliding it down.  Claire stood there, staring at my cock
in amazement, which only made me harder.

   "Mmm, that looks nice and clean, he did a good job," Alex said
critically.

   "Uh huh," Claire agreed, biting her lip and nodding.

   Alex grabbed my penis and pulled me toward the bedroom.  Claire walked
behind me, putting out the candles.  The bedroom had even more candles. 
Rose petals were laid out on the floor and the bed.  New sheets  -" purple
-" with the blanket draped over the foot end.  The smell of vanilla
intensified.

   The door behind me clicked shut and Alex pushed me backward onto the
bed. She guided Claire by the shoulders to stand in front of me.

   My sister's bra fell away and her breasts fell free.  They were plump
and her nipples were surprisingly dark.  Alex brushed Claire's hair aside
and kissed her on the neck.  Claire closed her eyes and a tremble ran
through her.

   "What do you think of your sister's tits?" Alex asked.

   "Amazing."

   Claire beamed at me.  Or she beamed at my cock, more specifically.

   "I want you to suck on them," Alex said, pushing Claire closer.

   Only too happy to oblige, I reached for her left breast and placed her
nipple in my mouth.  The bud was hard and I gently pressed my lips down.  A
moan escaped Claire's lips.  I looked up at her face, wide-eyed and
open-mouthed.

   "Fuck, this is hot," Alex said.

   I grabbed the other breast and licked a circle around her nipple. 
Claire trembled.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her garter belt come
loose and drop down.  That made me stop what I was doing and take in the
sight.

   The last time I had seen Claire naked, she had sported a wild bush.  No
trace of that remained; not a hint of fuzz anywhere.  Just perfectly smooth
and clean, creamy skin.  Her inner labia was darker and longer than Alex's.

   "You like it?" Alex whispered in my ear.

   "Uh huh," I grunted.

   Without warning, Alex dragged her index finger across my sensitive
glans. She wiped away the drop of precum and placed the finger at her lips.

   "Mm, we better get this going before one of you pops," she giggled.

   "Yes, please," both Claire and I said at the same time.

   We looked at each other and couldn't help but grin.  She had such a
beautiful face.  Beautiful, innocent, and kind.  She looked so much like
our mother.

   The thought of what our parents would think if they knew what we were
doing...

   "Alright.  Zack, get up on the bed," Alex interrupted my thought
process. She patted a spot in the middle of the mattress.  "Kneel here."

   Obeying her, I crawled up on the bed.  She patted the spot in front of
me and moments later I was looking at my completely naked sister, standing
in front of me.  My mouth watered with her pussy right in front of my face.
Her breasts seemed even bigger, looking at them from underneath.  Her
nipples were hard.

   "Okay," Alex said, taking a deep breath.  "Claire, Zack, here's what I
want you to do..."

   The moment she finished talking, we sprung into action.  Claire stepped
forward, planting one foot beside my knees, and parted her legs.  I dove in
eagerly, licking a wide swath up her vulva.

   The taste was wild.  Familiar but different.  Like the fruit of the
forbidden tree.  Wonderful.  I grabbed two hands full of Claire's butt,
kneading it tightly.  Alex stood behind me and I could only assume the two
of them were making out.  I didn't look or care.

   Juices ran down my cheeks and throat.  I ate Claire out with every trick
I could muster, spurred on by the knowledge of what would come next. 
Claire herself seemed to be eager to continue and it didn't take long until
I felt the first tremble.

   "Wow," Alex whispered.  "This is so hot."

   Shifting my grip from her butt to her waist, I did my best to support
Claire.  The weight shifted and she started to lower herself.  I kissed her
abdomen and stomach on the way down.  She spread her legs and left a trail
of wet juices down my torso.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, folding
her hands behind my back.

   Now that it happened, it happened so fast I didn't react in time. 
Fortunately, Alex was on the case.  Quick as a hare, she dropped down,
grabbed my cock, and guided it upward.

   The tip of my penis was an inch away from her entrance.  The heat of her
passion was hot enough for me to feel it radiate over my member.  Claire
looked straight into my eyes.

   "So this is it, huh?" she asked.  Her voice cracked on the word "it".

   "Yes.  Are you changing your mind?" I asked.

   "Never," she smiled and let herself descend.

   It was similar but completely different.  Just a vagina but at the same
time, my sister's vagina.  She was tighter than Alex and it took a while
for it to slide in.  Both of us held our breaths until she was in all the
way.

   "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Alex said breathlessly. 
"I can't believe it.  How does it feel?"

   My cock was buried six inches deep inside Claire and it felt wonderful.
It felt incredible.  A wave of naughty excitement washed over me.  The
thrill of doing something forbidden mixed with the euphoria of sex.

   "Amazing," I said.

   "I'm in heaven," Claire cooed.

   "Please keep going," Alex pleaded as if there was a chance in hell we
were gonna stop.

   Claire hooked her legs around my back and I grabbed the small of her
back with one hand and her shoulder with the other.  She was so light that
even as tightly as she held onto me, I was able to rock her up and down. 
Her breasts dug into my chest.

   There was only one thing left to do.  I tilted my head and went in for a
kiss.  Her luscious lips met mine and I received a surprise greeting by her
tongue.  I wanted to say it felt great but it didn't.

   It felt like I was kissing my sister.  I pulled back and looked at
Claire, who scrunched her nose in disgust.

   "That was weird," I said.

   "Super weird," Claire acknowledged.

   "Something wrong?" Alex asked, looking like Christmas was canceled.

   The fucking felt great.  Other than the kissing, everything seemed
perfect.  I shook my head, just as Claire shrugged.

   Claire leaned her head forward and rested on my shoulder.  She planted a
soft kiss on my neck and I received a whiff of strawberry-scented shampoo.
Her hands trailed down my back, tracing the bumps of my spine with her
fingers.  I squeezed her ass in return.

   With the ice broken, she joined in on the fun.  If I hadn't been able to
experience it intimately, I would never have guessed my little sister could
move her hips like that.  She rocked back until my cock was halfway out,
then pressed forward again with enough force to move a mountain.

   All I had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride.  Alex laid on her back
in front of me, spread her legs, and started to rub herself.  She was
incredibly wet, too.  I grabbed both of Claire's buttcheeks and spread them
to make sure my girlfriend got a good view.  Alex blew me a kiss.

   Just then, it hit me what we were doing.  It wasn't like I didn't
realize before but the awareness intensified.  Little Claire-bear, my dorky
sister had an amazing pair of tits and a supple ass.  She was wet and she
knew how to fuck.

   To my great surprise, it was Alex that came first.  One second she was
furiously rubbing her clit, the next she lay writhing and moaning, lost to
the word.  Claire came shortly afterward as if they were linked by orgasmic
energy.

   The grinding slowed down and she clung to me as her entire body vibrated
with pleasure.  The walls of her vagina contracted along my shaft,
rhythmically massaging it.  I closed my eyes and tried to focus on not
climaxing.

   "Don't hold back, dummy," Alex panted.  "Fill 'er up."

   The already thin wall came tumbling down and I let loose a torrent of
cum.  It felt like I hadn't had an orgasm in at least a decade and now
everything poured out at once.  My cock pulsated and I pumped load after
load inside of Claire.

   When I opened my eyes again, Alex's face was right in front of me.  Her
eyes glowed with joy and her grin spread from ear to ear.

   "You just creampied your sister," she said in a sing-song voice.

   Still breathless, I just nodded.  My cock twitched with pride.

   Reaching around me, Alex grabbed Claire's wrists and pulled them apart.
She supported my sister, gently letting her down.  Cool air rushed against
my bare chest, devoid of her warmth.  I missed it already.

   My cock was somehow still mostly erect.  It bent down, staying halfway
inside Claire.  Alex planted a quick kiss on her forehead, then crawled
over her.

   Like a hungry lioness, Alex attacked the spot where the two of us were
still connected.  She licked the fresh mix of semen and juices off my shaft
with a fervor I'd never seen in her.  Using her fingers, she gently coaxed
my penis out of Claire's vagina and took all of it inside her mouth.

   After dragging her lips agonizingly slowly over my sensitive shaft, she
attacked Claire's pussy.  She really went for it, shoving her entire mouth
between my sister's folds and feeding as if it were a trough.

   Claire breathed in sharply.  "Wait, wait, w-w-wait," she stammered,
trying to squirm out of Alex's grip.

   There was no avoiding it.  Growing ever more desperate, Claire writhed
and moaned.  Until she started to shake again.

   Surfacing for air, Alex's face lower face was generously coated in goo.
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.  A massive load of semen
filled her mouth.  She closed her mouth again, turned around, and kissed
Claire.

   Watching the two of them kiss while sharing my semen was enough to get
me going.  I grabbed Alex's hips, pulled her to her knees, and shoved
inside of her without much ceremony.

   Part of me had feared that maybe it would feel different but that proved
to be unfounded.  Alex's pussy was just as great as my sister's.  More
familiar  -" in a loving, nurturing way.  Less thrill but more love.

   "You are so fucking hot, you know that?" Alex rasped to Claire.

   "So are you," Claire whispered back.

   "You fucked your brother for me."

   "I wanted to."

   "So hot..." Alex said breathlessly.  "Such a perfect little slut."

   "I'm not a slut."

   "Yes, you are, my dear," Alex said, kissing Claire's neck.  "My
wonderful, amazing slut."

   "Okay, I am," Claire laughed.  "I'm your slut."

   "Can I be your big slut?" I asked.

   The two of them started laughing.  Alex doubled over, slipping away from
my grip.  She fell on top of Claire and in one smooth motion, rolled the
two of them over.

   "Fuck your sister, you big slut," Alex demanded.  She grabbed Claire's
cheeks and spread them.

   The two of them went back to making out.  I grabbed Claire's hips and
did as requested.  Enjoying the leverage I had, I pounded faster than
before.  My thighs slammed into the back of Claire's legs, making her leap
forward an inch.

   "Hey!  Slower," Alex hissed.  "We're trying to make out here."

   I rolled my eyes and went slower.  Alex's legs moved and she stuck one
leg between Claire's, one out the side.  She scooted closer until her
crotch straddled Claire's thigh and started to grind her hips.  A human
scratching post for her pussy.

   That time, I didn't even know who came or when.  All I cared about was
enjoying myself.  Powerful, sexual energy permeated the air.  I felt like a
stud and both women were happy to let me know how great they felt.

   It was heaven on earth and we spent an eternity in each others'
embraces.

   * * * * *

   When I woke up, the room was dim.  The candles were out and the door was
closed but enough lights seeped through the blinds to let me know it was
still daylight outside.  Alex laid next to me, still naked.  Her hand held
my limp cock.  Claire, however, was gone.  Someone was making something
amazing in the kitchen.

   All the muscles in my body felt sore.  I carefully moved Alex's hand off
my junk, sat up, and stretched.  Oh, that felt good.  Almost better sex. 
Almost.  I grabbed the pair of boxers on the ground, put them on, and
tip-toed to the door to find out what smelled so delicious.

   Standing in front of the stovetop, wearing one of my t-shirts, was
Claire.  The yellow shirt was just long enough to cover her butt, as long
as she didn't move at all.  Sometimes it was still hard to think of my
sister as sexy but seeing her like that drove any sort of doubt out of my
mind.

   Looking at me over the shoulder, Claire flashed me a grin.

   "Finally out of the sex coma, huh?  I'm starving so I'm making pancakes.
You want some?"

   "God yes, please," I groaned.

   "They'll be done in a couple minutes," she said.  She set down the
spatula, grabbed the hem of the t-shirt, and pulled it up over her butt. 
"In the meantime, why don't you keep me company?" she asked.

   Wondering why I even bothered putting on boxers, I shoved them off
again. Somehow, I was still able to get hard.  In three big strides, I
stood behind my sister, pushed her right leg out a little using my foot,
and pressed my rock hard cock between her bubble butt.

   "Please go faster this time," Claire said.

   Picking up the ladle, Claire scooped another batch of batter into the
hot pan.  I guided my cock between her folds, grabbed her hips, and pushed
in.  This time, I didn't slow down.  Though, if I had to be honest, I was
still weary from before and couldn't plow her as hard as I wanted to.

   The third pancake burnt because Claire stopped paying attention,
gripping the countertop so tight her knuckles turned white.  I kept going
while she scooped out the charred bits.

   By the fifth pancake, I came.  I pressed her body firmly down on my cock
and blew my load as deep as I could manage.  I held her there until every
last drop had been drained and only then withdrew.

   "Mmm, harder is better," Claire purred.

   "Everything is great," I said, laughing.  "Sex is great."

   "You have an amazing cock, by the way," she said.

   "And you have an amazing girl part," I replied.

   "Really?" she asked in surprise, turning around to look at me.

   "Yeah.  Nice and tight."

   Scooping out the last pancake and placing it on top of the stack, Claire
turned off the stove.  She grabbed a towel and dried her hands.

   "So...  you like having sex with me?" she asked in an odd tone of voice.

   "Yeah, it's incredible.  Why?  You don't?"

   "No, I do, but..."

   "But what?"

   To my surprise, Claire stood up on her tippy toes and went in for a
kiss. More surprised than anything else, I obliged her.  Our lips met and I
opened my mouth to greet her.  We barely touched when both of us pulled
back.

   "It still feels weird," she said.

   "I know.  It does."

   "Why can't we kiss?" she asked.

   I didn't have an answer.  I grabbed the plate with the pancakes just so
I could pretend to have something to do.  Claire retrieved three plates,
forks, and a bottle of maple syrup.

   We sat down at the table but neither of us made a move for the food.  We
looked at each other and the tension was palpable.

   I broke first.  "I like having sex with you but I don't really love you.
I mean, I love you in the way a brother loves his sister, but, uh, I guess
we're beyond that now.  I just mean that I -""

   "I know what you mean," she interrupted my idiotic stammering.  "I feel
that way, too.  Mad boinking?  Bring it on...  but the idea of you being
my, uh, boyfriend?  Ew."

   "So what does that mean for us?"

   "I don't know," Claire sighed.  "Have you always wanted to have sex with
me?"

   The question threw me for a loop.  "I'm not sure, actually.  I just
remember when you moved in, Alex kept throwing these subtle hints...  well,
more than hints really.  She showed me stuff and we, uh, roleplayed. 
Suddenly, I couldn't stop thinking about you naked and when Alex found out
just how horny I was, she made it happen.  Somehow.  Have you always wanted
to have sex with me?"

   "No, not really.  This is gonna sound crazy but...  I think Alex was the
one who talked me into it.  She was always flirting with me and telling me
all these super hot things about.  And then she gave me your penis and -""

   "My what?" I interrupted.

   "Nevermind.  I think what I'm trying to say is that pretty much Alex was
the one who talked me into it."

   "You know, the more I think about it, the more you may be right.  Did
she trick us both into having sex?"

   "Maybe.  I think so.  Yeah," Claire giggled.

   I groaned.  "Oh great.  Did we make a mistake?"

   Claire hung her head and didn't answer.  Was that her answer?  Had my
girlfriend really manipulated both of us into sex and now irrevocably
ruined our relationship?  My stomach started to tie into a knot.

   But then Claire said something completely unexpected.

   "I think I love her," she mumbled under her breath, head still downcast.

   "What?"

   Claire looked up at me.  Tears welled up in her eyes.  "I'm in love with
Alex."

   Stunned, I just looked at my little sister.  A tear rolled down her
cheek.  Her face was filled with sorrow.  It took a few moments for her
words to reach my brain.

   What did she mean that she was in love with Alex?  Alex was my
girlfriend, not hers.  The thought was absurd.  Then the memory of earlier
came back to me.  The two of them, passionately making out.  Did Claire
really love Alex?  In that way?

   "Are you mad?" Claire asked.

   "Just confused."

   "I think about her the last thing before I go to sleep and the first
thing when I wake up.  Every time I'm near her, I have butterflies in my
stomach and I want to lose myself in her eyes.  When we kiss, I feel like I
can die in peace."

   "Yeah, that's how I feel about her, too," I sighed.

   "What do we do now?" she asked.

   I grabbed a pancake, rolled it into a tube, and tore a huge chunk out of
it.  That made me realize I was hungrier than I thought and I already had
the next pancake in hand before finishing the first.  Claire was right
behind me, though she managed to drench hers in syrup before stuffing it
shamelessly in her mouth.

   The bedroom door opened and Alex strode out.  Unlike us, she hadn't
bothered with clothes, strutting into the living room like an empress.

   "What's going on here?" she asked, smirking.

   "I waf hungy," Claire answered with a mouth full of pancake.

   Alex walked over to my sister, grabbed her head with both hands, and
kissed her.  I was a little hurt that she chose Claire to kiss, not me. 
The bitter sting of envy.  Did Alex love Claire, too?  What did that mean
for our relationship?

   When I saw the expression on Claire's face after Alex let up, the
bitterness in me faded.  Claire was as happy as I'd ever seen.  She beamed
at Alex with big, brown doe eyes, looking like she was ready to give up
everything just to bask in her presence.  Memories of when I started dating
Alex bubbled up and how I wanted nothing more than to bathe in her
presence.

   "Mmm, syrupy," Alex said, licking her lips.

   Then it was my time.  I quickly swallowed my food and then braced myself
for the hurricane that is Alex's tongue.  I touched her waist and attempted
to guide her closer.  I wanted to feel her body against mine.  She refused,
choosing to keep standing.

   Apparently satisfied, she sat down on a chair between us and grabbed a
pancake of her own.

   "I couldn't help but notice you two had sex again," she said, looking at
both of us.

   "Uh, yeah," Claire giggled.

   "She pulled up her shirt and wanted me to fuck her while she was
cooking," I explained.  "I hope that's okay."

   "Of course it is," Alex said with a genuine grin.  "I'm thrilled the two
of you are getting along so well."

   "About that," I said, switching to my serious tone.  "We couldn't help
but notice that you tricked both of us into thinking the other really
wanted to have sex with us."

   "IIIIIIIIIIII...  may have done a little poking and prodding," Alex
said innocently and tore off a piece of pancake to eat.

   "Alexandria," I said sternly.

   Alex rolled her eyes and then sighed.

   "Fine.  I may have done more than a little prodding."

   "Why?" Claire asked.

   "I don't know.  I've just always thought the idea of a brother and
sister sleeping together was, well, hot.  Growing up together, bound by
both blood and love.  It's such a taboo subject but I've been reading
stories on the internet for a long time, and it happens way more often than
you think.  There are forums where people discuss their experiences and I
used to go on there and masturbate to the idea.  Except I don't have a
brother."

   "How'd you know it would work?" I asked.

   "I didn't," Alex said and shrugged.  "But when opportunity fell into my
lap, I knew I had to try."

   "Was it as good as you hoped?" Claire asked.

   "Yeah, I think so.  I still wish I had a brother but honestly, seeing
Zack's cock in you was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. 
Scratch that, it was the biggest thrill ever."

   "Claire and I talked and we came to the conclusion we don't love each
other, at least not in that way."

   "Oh," Alex said and her shoulders sagged.

   "But we do enjoy having sex," Claire added quickly.  "Don't we?"

   "Yes.  Sex is fun but I don't really want to date Claire.  And kissing
her just feels weird."

   "Well that's alright," Alex said, perking up again.  "That way you still
need me for something.  I will do all the dating and, should you be in the
mood for it, we will have sex."

   "That sounds acceptable," I said.

   "Speaking of," Claire said, eyeing me curiously.  "I never got a chance
to try out my blowjob skills."

   "She's been practicing," Alex said, nodding at me.

   "Sure, why not," I agreed.

   As soon as I said it, Claire slid off her seat and under the table.  She
reappeared moments later, poking out between my legs.  I scooted forward on
the chair and spread my knees to give her better access.

   It was an odd experience.  Alex was a fantastic blowjob giver, so I was
spoiled by highly experienced lips.  Claire, on the other hand, seemed like
she just wanted to explore.  She tentatively licked my shaft and just
placed the tip of my penis in her mouth.

   "Is this your first blowjob?" I asked.

   "No, but it is the first one in a while and the first one with a penis
this big," she replied.

   Alex laughed.  "We are grateful for such a nice dick."

   Maybe it was to show me what she could do but as my cock grew, she
actually started blowing me.  It was fairly inexperienced and she could
only fit three inches in her mouth but it wasn't bad at all.

   "How is it?" Alex asked between bites of pancake.

   "Feels great," I answered.  "A little funny, though."

   "Funny how?"

   "Like my sister is giving me a blowjob."

   Alex snorted with laughter.

   Despite climaxing so many times in one day I lost count, Claire's work
had the intended effect.  It helped that Alex had definitely taught her
some tricks, like the thing she did with her tongue on the underside of my
glans.  Before long, I felt the orgasm start to build up deep inside me. 
Alex was watching my face with amusement.

   I leaned back in the chair and readied myself for the inevitable.  Just
as she was about to push me over the edge, she stopped.

   "How long does this freaking thing take?  My jaw is starting to -""

   It was already too late.  I tried to stop and hold it back but my body
didn't listen.  A big rope of semen splashed on Claire's cheek.  Another
spurt landed across her nose and left eyebrow.  Another on her chin.  The
rest fell short of her face, splattering her shirt or dribbling on the
floor.

   Scowling, Claire disappeared and resurfaced next to Alex, kneeling
beside her chair.  Alex took one look and started howling with laughter.

   "Hey, that's not funny!" Claire protested.  She inched closer and it was
obvious what she wanted to happen next.

   Unfortunately for her, Alex had other things in mind.  She did lean
forward but only to plant a very brief peck on Claire's lips.  "Sweetie,
your pancakes are much more delicious than your brother's manjuice."

   "I'm gonna go take a shower, then," Claire said, shot me a nasty look,
and stalked toward the bathroom.

   "She's so funny," Alex said, chuckling.

   I waited for the door to the bathroom to close before speaking.

   "There is something we need to discuss," I said.

   "Hmm?"

   "Claire said that she was in love with you."

   "Oh, that," Alex said, completely unsurprised.

   "You know?"

   "I'm not an idiot, Zack."

   "Then you've probably had some time to think about what this means for
us."

   Alex sighed.  "Yes.  I love you, Zack.  A lot.  But I love her, too. 
She's so much like you, you know?  Smaller, with more boobs and softer
edges.  On the inside, however, she might as well be your identical twin.
She thinks like you and even has the same humor.  I already knew every one
of her buttons to push and God help me, I love pushing them."

   "So you love both of us the same?"

   "I do, Zack," she said and looked at me apologetically.  "It wasn't part
of my plan, it just happened."

   "This is weird," I said.

   "I've been trying my best not to let anything serious happen between the
two of us without your approval, so far it's just been kissing and maybe a
little fingering, but it's getting harder every day."

   "And if I'm not okay with it?"

   "Then it would be over between her and me.  And between me and you.  I
don't know if I can still see you without constantly being reminded of
her."

   "I don't want that," I pleaded.

   "I don't either."

   "I guess we can give it a shot, then," I said, wondering what the hell I
just signed up for.

   "Let's go tell Claire the good news," Alex said, jumping out of her seat
and dragging me toward the bathroom.

   The water still dripped from the showerhead but Claire wasn't wrapped in
a towel yet.  She looked up in surprise at the two of us bursting into the
bathroom.

   "I know I haven't said it before but I love you, too, my little
munchkin," Alex said.

   "You told her?" Claire asked, looking at me wide-eyed.

   "Yes."

   "He's okay with it."

   "He is?"

   I nodded.

   "Oh good," Claire sighed.  "Because I have not been looking for an
apartment this entire time."

   Alex burst out in laughter and moments later, the sound of all of our
laughter filled the small apartment.

   There were so many things that could go wrong with this whole thing it
seemed like it was impossible for it to go right.  But I was exhilarated at
the idea of trying.


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