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Author’s note: This story contains some degrading dirty talk. If that’s not for you, well, I warned you! Just some sexy sibling shenanigans for all you lovely and wonderful pervs out there.
All characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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Not Weird At All
The next morning, I was feeling pretty embarrassed about my little lapse of judgment with Alice. I was right about the post-nut clarity. It was insane. The sunlight opened my eyes around 8 AM and I lay in my bed for long, ponderous minutes, replaying the highlights in my head. The look in her eyes, the shape of her bare legs, the way we pressed our ears up to the vent to listen to our mother masturbate, and most damning of all, the memory of jerking myself off while my sister sat watching in her chair. So, you know, totally normal sibling stuff. I told myself it was all a perverted fever dream because it had to be.
After some considerable stalling, I worked up the courage to knock on my sister’s door. It swung open and Alice greeted me with a radiant smile, her eyes gleaming behind thick, saucer-like glasses.
“Oh! Hi, Devin.”
“Hi, uh–morning.”
I instinctively glanced down at her petite frame, before I could catch myself, and was hit with an eyeful of bare cleavage. She wore a tight black bra, a pair of fuzzy pajama bottoms, and nothing else. The bra was too small. Her tits heaved in protest with each breath she took and I felt a lecherous twitch in my jeans.
“You’re back!” she squeaked. I shushed her and tip-toed inside, discreetly closing the door behind us.
“Did you miss me already?”
“Alice,” I said, lowering my voice, “can we talk about what happened last night?”
Her eyes narrowed a little.
“Sure, I guess so.”
She sat down in her bed and grabbed one of her stuffed plushies from off the shelf, hugging it to her chest. It was a brown, fluffy bear in a top hat. Its beady little eyes stared at me accusingly.
“This is Sir Benedict,” Alice said, waving the stuffed animal’s paw at me. “Mom got him for me last Saturday. Say hello, Sir Benedict!” She affected a high, cartoon-ish voice for the plushie; “HELLO, DEVIN. ITS ME, SIR BENEDICT THE BEAR.”
“Alice,” I said, searching for the gentlest words I could find to address a subject so profane, “I feel bad about–“
“Shh! Say hello to Sir Benedict,” she demanded.
I stared down at the stuffed bear and narrowed my eyes at it. “Hi, Sir Benedict. Can I talk to my sister alone please?”
She tossed the plushie across the room with a dejected sigh. “You’re such a buzzkill sometimes.” She looked up at me from where she sat, so small and diminutive in her bed, and I became uncomfortably aware of just how vulnerable she appeared below me. “Go on, what were you saying?” she asked.
“I said… I feel bad about last night.”
She cocked her head to the side and eyed me suspiciously. “Oh? What do you mean?”
“The stuff I did. I feel like I took advantage of you.”
Her nose crinkled up and she gave me an amused smirk. “You mean when you cheated in Modern Warfare 2? Yeah, that was pretty stupid.”
“I did NOT cheat in Modern Warfare, first of all,” I protested, “but no. I meant the other stuff.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay. What other stuff? You mean the sexual stuff and the masturbating?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Oh, good lord.” She rolled her eyes and waved her hand at me dismissively. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all weird and neurotic about this again. What’s the problem? Did you ‘corrupt’ my innocent little brain with knowledge about biology?”
“Alice–“
“I’m an adult, you know. A grown woman.” She glared up at me with a hard, defiant air. “A… grown FUCKING woman,” she added, forcing out an intensifier that felt feeble and inauthentic.
I carefully sat down on the bed beside her, maintaining a respectful distance. “I know. But I’m your brother, Alice. I’m supposed to look out for you and keep you safe. Not objectify you sexually.”
She looked at me and carefully studied my face. “It’s not like we had sex or risked getting pregnant.”
“I know, but the whole thing was just bad on my part. The jerking off in front of you thing was way beyond the pale. I also feel iffy about the uh…well, you know…”
She threw her arms up in exasperation. “No, I DON’T know. Say what you’re gonna say or don’t, for crying out loud.”
“The dirty talk, Alice. The way I was calling you names.”
She crossed her arms incredulously. “Are you being serious? The name-calling idea was a good thing. It helped you have an orgasm.”
“Right. But I feel bad about calling you that stuff because it was degrading. You’re very sweet, and pure, and nice to me. And I called you stuff like–“
“Bitch and whore and slut, I know.” She sneered at me. “Are you sure I’m the naive one here? You explained the concept pretty concisely last night. And as a matter of fact, I did some further research into the subject after you went to bed. Turns out what kırşehir escort you said wasn’t even all that remarkable. So it’s not this thing where you’re doing something, I dunno, ‘nefarious’ to me that I don’t have the power to conceptualize.”
“But,” I continued, resting a cautious hand on her shoulder, “isn’t there some part of you that feels weird about being called something you’re not? I mean, slut, whore, bitch… Clearly you aren’t any of those things. You’re the opposite, in fact.”
She nodded sympathetically, turning this around in her head. “I think you’re just letting your imagination get the better of you. To me, I look at it the same way as playing a character in a video game. It’s a role, and roles are just there to be played. Right?”
“…Sure.”
“So, from my perspective, it’s not weird at all.”
She rose from the bed and began pacing around the room in the way she always did when working on a problem or feeling agitated. She talked with her hands.
“In Minecraft,” she explained, “I’m a master architect. A visionary world-builder. It’s what the role requires and I become it. In The Last of Us, I transform into a hardened survivalist in a post-apocalyptic world. In Subnautica, I am a daring futuristic diver in a hostile alien environment. And with you, Devin…”
She stopped pacing and locked eyes on me. She gave me a sweet, sheepish smile that betrayed a faint hint of self-consciousness.
“…with you, I’m–well, I’m all of those things that you like. You know…”
She lowered her glasses and peered down at me from over the tops of her frames.
“I’m a… a ‘dirty little slut’ who needs to get fucked.” Her toothy grin widened. “Isn’t that right, Devin?”
I must’ve gone pale. Alice stared at me for a second and burst into a roaring belly laugh, nearly doubling over.
“I mean, obviously not LITERALLY,” she said and resumed pacing around. “The point is that you needed a role player. It made you feel good and I was there for it. You even washed my sheets for me so I wouldn’t get all sticky after. You were considerate and constantly attentive to my comfort level.”
“Right. Okay.” I looked down, caught myself eyeing up the twin bulge her ass cheeks made in her pajama bottoms (I REALLY needed to buy her some clothes that actually fit her), and forced eye contact again. I cleared my throat. “So… we’re all good then?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, having become disinterested in the subject. “We’re golden.”
My sister slumped down into her gaming chair and quietly stared at me from across the room. Her lips curled back into a self-satisfied sneer. “What’s wrong? Is this making you horny again?”
“Sort of.”
“I’m kind of loving the way I have this power over you, if I’m being honest. It’s different from the rest of the time.” She glanced at my crotch, searching for the evidence, and eyed me sideways. “Are you going to want to do it again?”
“Ah jeez, Alice, I don’t think I should answer that right now.”
She studied my demeanor, sensing discomfort, and dropped the subject. “By the way, Chuck E Cheese got back to me.”
“What?”
She reached over with one of her slender hands and lightly bopped the side of my head with it. “The application, silly! They called me back today.”
“Oh!” I cleared my throat and nodded, remembering the job search. “Right, right. That’s great, Allie. You did it.”
“Thanks to you,” she said, grinning meekly. “I couldn’t have done it without you. My anxiety would’ve gotten in the way if I tried filling those out by myself. I was so nervous and you made me feel so safe.”
“Ah, well. You would’ve figured it out anyway.”
Her grin widened. She hopped off her chair and leapt over to me, jumping into my arms, hugging me tightly. I held her to my chest and she wrapped herself around me like a purring kitten.
“Oh Devin, please don’t ever go away. I love you so much it’s actually scary sometimes.” Her grip tightened and she let out a small sigh and a chuckle. “Even though you are a horny boy.”
I planted a small, measured kiss on her forehead, cradling her tiny frame to mine.
“I love you too, Alice.” I brushed the hair out of her face. “Even though you are a peculiar girl.”
Dirty Language
A few minutes later I stepped out into the hallway and quietly closed the door behind me. I started toward my bedroom, hoping to relieve some of that tension in my jeans. Fuck, those legs! Those tits! That undersized bra… On second thought, I didn’t need to buy her any new clothes at all. The ones she had on were fine. Sentimental value and all.
“Devin?”
I swung around and saw our mother standing in the hallway, clad in her morning bathrobe. She held the newspaper in one hand and a coffee in the other. The bathroom door hung open and fresh steam wafted from it.
“Oh… Good morning, Mom.”
“Morning, sweetie.” Mom’s hair was still damp from the shower. Long, dark strands of it snaked around her elegant features. kızılay escort Her curious eyes roamed from Alice’s door to mine and then back again. “Baby. Were you… were y’all messin’ around last night?”
I stuffed my hands in my pockets and froze in mortified shock. “W-What do you mean, Mom?”
She hit me with her best ‘you know what I mean’ look and shook her head wearily. “Sounded like you two were caterwauling in there well past your bedtimes. Playing with your video games and such. Now, I couldn’t make out everything you were saying in there…”
Thank God.
“…but I just KNOW I heard some filthy language. You’re influencing your sister to have a potty mouth, aren’t you?”
“No, no of course not. Sorry about the noise, Mom.” I glanced unwittingly at her chest and saw that the robe hung partially open, revealing more than enough to get me started. The exposed area of flesh sloped down from her cleavage into a V shape that ended at her soft plump belly, stopping just short of the Promised Land. I averted my gaze, she looked down at herself, and with a feigned cough she pulled the robe closed.
“Look, I know what you’re up to,” she said, her voice hushed.
I stared back at her. “… You do?”
She nodded with great severity. “It’s those video game chats and those Youtube channels you’re watching that’s doing it. It’s making you all into potty mouths!”
I let out a sharp sigh of relief. Mom pointed her rolled-up newspaper at me and waggled it with each syllable. “But Alice, you know, she’s usually oblivious to these sorts of things until someone puts ideas in her head. I swear, the girl’s bright but she’s got horse blinders on. So DON’T test me.”
“But mom, Allie’s already watching all that stuff without me–“
“Devin!”
I nodded bashfully. “Sorry, Mom. I’ll be good.”
She sighed, “You know, I was talking to Amber from work yesterday and she has two boys and a girl that are about you and Allie’s age. She says she’s been reading these articles about how it’s all because of these Discord servers and these “mods” and that got me thinking about cyber terrorism…”
I caught myself staring at her tits again. The cleavage was gone, a long-lost friend I hoped to see again, but she couldn’t hide the evidence of their size under even the thickest of robes. Hours before they’d been flush with arousal. I wondered if she played with her nipples when she did it. I wondered if she let men cum there. I missed the tautness in her voice, the pleading in her tone, as she begged to be taken and used. The wet sounds her pussy made when she feverishly fingered herself to orgasm mere feet from us.
“…but her boy Isiah, he taught her about how you can see when somebody reads your Facebook messages if you look–“
“Mom,” I interjected, “Alice landed a job interview.”
She stopped rambling and her face brightened up. “Oh really? Oh, that’s great, honey. What is it?”
“Chuck E Cheese.”
She smiled and a wistful expression came over her face, as if she were staring far away, through the wall, into a rosy past. “She always used to love that place, didn’t she? Such a sweet girl…”
“Yep. I think it’ll be a really good fit for her.”
Mom nodded. “Alright, baby. Well, go get your sister and bring her down for breakfast, please. I’m making hash browns.”
“Sure thing, Mom.”
She turned and headed for the stairs. I watched her plump bottom disappear down the steps and wondered if I should bust one out real quick before breakfast. I decided it was always better to wait.
Positively Fatherless Behavior
Friday morning came and I gradually forgave myself for being a perv. It’s amazing what the human mind can rationalize with a little time and familiarity.
I was awoken from my slumber by a canned, ear-splitting outburst of slapping and screaming. The unmistakable sounds of hardcore pornography blared into my eardrum. I jolted awake with a panicked yelp.
“Oh my fuck! What–what–“
I opened my eyes. My sister was sitting on my chest, pinning me down under her meager weight. She had one hand over her mouth to suppress laughter while the other pressed her iPhone to my ear. She had it pulled up to a porn site. The volume was on full blast and my door was open.
“OH YEAH, FUCK THIS PUSSY, OH MY GOD YES!” the woman in the video was screaming.
“What the actual fuck, Alice?”
She burst forth with a torrent of hysterical laughter and showed me the screen. It was NOT the soft stuff either. There was a pale, naked woman in a kitchen getting absolutely destroyed by three guys at once, each one making creative use of her orifices. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was almost deafening in the still quiet of my bedroom.
“Is this the stuff you watch?” she asked over the noise.
“Alice! Alice, turn it off.”
“What?”
“Turn it off!”
“What?”
I grabbed the phone out of her hands and frantically paused the video. She lost balance and tumbled kızıltepe escort backward off the bed, collapsing onto the floor in a sprawling heap.
“Alice! Are you alright?”
She lay face down on the carpet and responded with muffled giggling.
“Oh my fucking god what have I done,” I said.
She sat up and blinked, her hair disheveled. Her glasses had been knocked from her face. She felt around with searching hands and squinted in my general direction.
“Devin? Do you see my glasses anywhere?”
“Alice, come on, man. You trying to get us caught?”
“Mm!” she pouted.
I reached down and picked up her glasses from where they sat on the carpet and handed them to her. She blew on them, wiped them, and put them back on her face.
“Jeez, Devin. Not a fan of that genre?”
“What the hell are you doing, Alice?”
She frowned defensively. “Studying your culture, you goosehead. I’ve never actually watched a pornographic simulation before. A quick Google search led me to some excellent examples.”
The frown evaporated and a glint of mischief lit up her face. She hopped up onto the bed beside me and tickled at my armpits. I tickled her back and it turned into a wrestling match. Eventually, I pinned her to the mattress face down with her arms behind her back and sat on top of her. The sudden movement hiked up her skirt. I looked down and saw her plump, round ass cheeks sticking out at me from under a pair of white cotton panties.
“Not fair!” she squealed.
“We’re entirely too old for this.”
“Speak for yourself.”
I let go of her and she sat up, brushing the hair out of her face. She had black stockings on under her skirt and the same old giant sweater she always wore to bed. She crossed her slender legs together and looked at me quizzically through her thick lenses.
“What was wrong with the video?” she asked. “Was it not good or something?”
“No–or, I don’t know–doesn’t matter! You can’t be playing that stuff so loud with the door open, Alice.”
“So many complicated rules.”
“Right?”
She picked up her phone and flipped through a few different videos, reducing the volume to a more discreet level.
“This is all so interesting,” she remarked. “There’s such a wide variety of content here. Almost infinite genres. And it spans across cultures and languages pretty much everywhere you look.”
She tapped on a thumbnail of a woman handcuffed to a bed getting rammed by an alleged “BIG COCK DADDY” from behind. The upstanding gentleman in question had his hands wrapped around her throat and pounded away as she squawked in mock pleasure.
“OH MY GOD, FUCK THIS PUSSY!” she requested.
“TAKE THAT COCK YOU FUCKING BITCH,” he remarked.
“Fascinating,” said Alice.
I put my hand over the phone and switched it off. “Never mind that stuff, Alice. You don’t need to fill your head with all that nonsense.”
She raised an eyebrow. “But I thought you liked porn?”
“Well, sure,” I said, “but it’s, you know, PORN. It’s not real life. Not anything like it, in fact.”
“How so?”
I collected my thoughts. It was too early in the morning for a dissertation on porn ethics. “Well, real sex is usually a lot less exaggerated and theatrical. It’s a bit like the difference between a battle scene in a movie and one in real life.”
She nodded in vague understanding. “Okay. But the purpose is to facilitate arousal, right?”
“I mean, yeah.”
“So, by that definition, would you say that I am porn?”
I fidgeted uncomfortably. “Uhh…”
“Maybe not right now, but the other night.”
“Well, no. You’re someone I know in real life that I had an intimate, personal encounter with. If you have a girlfriend and she jerks you off or gives you a blowjob, you wouldn’t say that SHE is porn.”
She shook her head. “Whatever. This is all needlessly convoluted. Are you ready to drive me downtown or what, horny boy?”
I glanced at my phone. “Oh shit, yeah. Sorry.”
***
Twenty minutes later we pulled up to Chuck E Cheese in my beat-up old Toyota Cressida that barely ran. I found a parking space near the front entrance and took my sweet time backing in to it. I wanted my sister to digest her surroundings as gradually as possible. When I shut off the engine the silence felt strange and violating. We both sat quietly for a short moment, waiting for it to be exactly 11 AM.
“Being an adult sucks,” she said.
I stole a glance at her. She cleaned up beautifully. Her lips were rosy red with lipstick and her dark, flowing hair hung down around her face in carefully managed strands. My eyes drifted down to her chest and the fleshy swell of her cleavage. The tops of her breasts heaved with each nervous sigh. Her tiny fingers were laced together in her lap.
“It can suck sometimes, yeah,” I responded distantly.
She looked at me, followed my line of sight, and smirked. “You’re staring at my breasts again.”
I cleared my throat. “Um, sorry.”
She giggled. “No, you’re not.” She looked down at herself and pushed her tits together a little, experimenting with their texture. “It’s funny to me how such simple things like breasts can make you go all funny.”
“What can I say, always a tit man myself.”
Alice eyed me thoughtfully. “You wanna touch them or something?”
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