Literotic asexstories – Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 04 by UnironicSmutPeddler,UnironicSmutPeddler Author’s note: All Characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18. This story contains some degrading dirty talk.
Lots of plot in this one, but lots of payoff too!
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Up To No Bad
The dinner table was scattered with pizza crumbs. My sister, Alice, chomped away at her third slice of the evening with all the ravenous fervor of a starving woman while I quietly picked at my broccoli. The mood was awkward. Usually, our dinner conversation was raucous and lively. Tonight it was quiet and our silence told a story. Our mother sat at the head of the table and eyed us curiously. Her glimmering green eyes observed us in the dim candlelight.
“So,” said Mom, cutting through the silence, “looks like you two made up pretty quick, huh?”
“Yep,” I said, aimlessly pushing some broccoli around on my plate.
She nodded. “So… You wanna tell me what it was about?”
“Um…” I looked to Alice for support but she wasn’t much help. My sister belched loudly, gulped down the rest of her soda, belched again, and shrugged. I turned back to Mom and shrugged too.
“Just sibling stuff,” I said.
She accepted this, though she was clearly unsatisfied with the answer.
“How are things progressing with the job search?” Mom asked my sister. “Did Chuck E Cheese end up hiring you?”
“Yep,” said Alice. “Orientation starts tomorrow.”
“That’s great, sweetie. Are you going to need a ride?”
“Nah, thanks though. Devin’s driving me.”
“Oh.” Mom glanced at me sideways, a most curious look spreading across her delicate features. She looked again to Alice. “I must say, that’s cutting it a tad close, isn’t it? Considering Devin also has work in the morning.”
“It’s alright Mom, I made time,” I said.
“Yep,” Alice agreed. “He makes time.”
Mom raised her eyebrows and let out a dejected sigh. “Well! How very thoughtful of him. One might even say chivalrous.”
My sister’s foot rubbed against my leg and I nearly spat out my drink. She giggled, trying not to appear too obvious. I cleared my throat and secretly nudged her back under the table. It devolved into a heated game of footsie. The table shook and rattled as we pushed back at each other in a flirtatious battle for territory, barely suppressing our laughter.
Mom narrowed her eyes at us and quietly sipped her tea.
***
“Do you think she suspects something?” I asked.
Alice looked up at me from her resting position on my chest, her fragile arms wrapped around my waist. We lay cuddled in her bed, tucked under several layers of blankets, watching One Piece on her laptop. Private time in her bedroom had become a nightly ritual, even before the sex stuff started happening.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“The way she was looking at us.”
Alice rolled her eyes and waved it off. “Oh, don’t be so paranoid. You DO realize she’ll find out eventually.”
I swallowed hard, chewing on her words. “You think so?”
My sister gave me a pitying smirk and nuzzled up against me in the dark. “Devin, really now. What was the plan this whole time? To keep doing sex stuff right under her nose forever? To never get caught? Not tenable.”
“There are some things we probably don’t need to be SUPER open about.”
“True,” said Alice, dancing her delicate fingers over my chest. “It would be a shame if she caught me being happy. It would be just TERRIBLE if she caught us ‘up to no bad.'”
“While I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t think Mom would be thrilled to find out I’m boinking my sister.”
She blinked at me from behind her thick lenses. “But you’re not, though. That’s the thing. We haven’t actually ‘done it’ yet, have we?”
I stared down into her hazel eyes and contemplated the significance of the word ‘yet.’
“I guess I’d prefer to take this slow,” I said.
“Does that mean you don’t want to?”
I traced a finger over her lips and she lustily sucked it in. I pulled it back out and used it to stroke her cheek innocently.
“When I woke up this morning I didn’t even know you were sexual,” I said. “And now you’ve had an orgasm for the first time in your life AND swallowed my cum. We’re kinda speed-running this as it is, don’t you think?”
“Well, I guess so…”
Alice snuggled against me and her grip tightened. She rested her cheek against my chest, wrapping one of her slender legs over mine.
“Such a caring and conscientious brother you are. I hope you’re prepared to handle the monster you’ve awakened.”
My sister huffed and puffed into my neck and I felt her hips gyrate against me unconsciously.
“Do you think she heard us earlier?” I asked.
She nibbled on my earlobe. “I dunno, sheesh. Maybe you should ask her. Just say, ‘Hey Mom, did you happen to hear your daughter cum earlier? Yeah, I did that.'”
“Shh!”
She giggled and trailed a series of tiny kisses down my neck to my chest before resting her head there again.
“Oh, Devin. You’re so hopelessly neurotic.”
“Can’t help it.”
“You want to though, don’t you?” She playfully poked my chest with her finger. “Sex, I mean. You want to do it with me, I can tell.”
“I mean, yeah. Can’t really deny it any more than I can deny liking pizza. I just think we should be careful about this.”
Alice’s dainty fingers traveled down to my stomach and rested carefully over my crotch, squeezing me there.
“You made it cum in my mouth,” she whispered, nuzzling my ear. “Why not make it cum in the OTHER side of me?”
I gently moved her hand away, not wanting her to feel too emboldened by the stiffness brewing there.
“Heavy petting is one thing. Your virginity is something else,” I said.
“Oh yeah? Seems like an arbitrary distinction to me. My mouth is an orifice and so is my vagina. What difference does it make?”
“I think it’s less about the WHERE and more about the WHO,” I answered. “Don’t you want to find a decent guy to date and do stuff with? Someone who isn’t, you know, your BROTHER?”
“And just who would this hypothetical person be?”
“I dunno, someone appropriate for the task, I suppose. Don’t you wanna save it for some, like, seven-foot-tall stockbroker with a twelve-inch dong and a motorboat?”
“You’re awfully preoccupied with the way things are ‘supposed’ to be. It strikes me as unhealthy.”
“What can I say, I’m not a philosopher who’s out to change the world.”
She reached for my crotch again and gripped it defiantly.
“You don’t say.”
“I’m just saying maybe your poor brother isn’t the one who should be popping that cherry. A beautiful girl like you? Shit, you could have anyone you want. You could have the whole world wrapped around your little finger if you really wanted it, just by being you. You’re a treasure.”
I squeezed her hand in mine and kissed her forehead.
“Even though you are a peculiar girl.”
She looked up into my eyes questioningly. The pale colors from her computer screen danced in her glasses.
“But I only want YOU,” she said.
“Yeah, that’s what worries me.”
“Funny, because it doesn’t worry me.”
Alice’s breaths grew more and more relaxed as we lay in her bed, peacefully drinking in each other’s company.
“I’ve got it all figured out now,” she said. “I’m a Devinsexual.”
“Huh. Is that offensive?”
I felt her smile against my ear. “You mean like, more offensive than fingering your sister?”
“Guess I’ll find out.”
Her sweet tongue slid over my earlobe and I shuddered a little in surprise.
“Holy crap. I really HAVE created a monster.”
“Mm-hmm,” she whispered. “It might be better to say that you’ve EXCAVATED one. The monster was already there, she was just sleeping. In any case, I can feel you getting horny in your pants. Why are you so coy and indirect about it?”
“Decorum, I guess.”
“Uh-huh.” She looked down and studied the shape of my bulge. “So do you want to have an orgasm? You can do it between my breasts again, if you want. Or in my mouth. Or maybe even… some OTHER place…?”
I squirmed in her eager grip until I felt the pressure was too tempting. I took her hand in mine and guided it away from my crotch, up to my shoulder again, resting it there.
“Those things are nice,” I answered, “But right now I kinda just want to cuddle with my sister.”
“Hmm. Alright, I have to admit that does sound nice.”
“And reasonably inoffensive.”
“That too. Look at us, just a couple of normal, inoffensive, socially well-adjusted individuals having a platonic sleepover.”
“Does it technically count as a sleepover if I’m in my own house?”
“If you’re in my bed, yes it does.”
“Nice to know. Glad we got to the bottom of that–”
“Shh,” she hushed me, placing a flattened palm over my mouth. “Don’t try to be clever. I wear it better than you do.”
“Mmff.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She took her hand from my lips and pressed hers against mine in a decidedly non-platonic way. No misinterpreting that. The sound our lips made as they smacked together felt deafening in the quiet room.
“I just feel like I’m supposed to protect you, that’s all,” I said. “Isn’t that what brothers do?”
“Oh, stop it. That was supposed to be a graceful exit from the subject–”
“I know. I’m just trying not to get in too deep.”
She chuckled in my ear. “Would hate for THAT to happen.”
“You’re starting to understand innuendo now and that makes me feel a little weird.”
“Get used to it. I’m graduating from girlhood.”
She reached over and shut off the lamp.
***
The night settled. The last rays of sunlight disappeared from my sister’s window. When One Piece ended we put on an episode of Game of Thrones for old-time sake, just a random pick from season 1. The episode in question was particularly steamy, prominently featuring Ros the red-headed prostitute, and I licked my lips unthinkingly at the sight of her luscious curves. The way those ridiculous studio costumes hung around her improbably perfect body.
“Damn, they really got some baddies for this show,” I commented. “This chick is basically the hottest. Like, pretty much ALL the hot, don’t you think so?”
Although I didn’t look at her, I could see Alice turn her face to me out of the corner of my eye. It was an icy look. For the first time in my life, I saw her register jealousy.
What Are We?
The next morning I was stocking shelves at my bullshit retail job. I worked in a grocery store at the time, just something to earn some extra pocket change before college. I was halfway through a palette when a soft, wilting voice cut through my racing thoughts.
“Hey, excuse me?”
I turned in exasperation, expecting an annoying customer in need of directions. Instead I saw a tall, slender blonde girl around my age dressed in employee garb. The clothes were ugly but the frame underneath was perfectly formed. Dainty face and sparkling blue eyes. Must’ve been the new girl.
“Yeah?” I said. She smiled. Her bright red lipstick gleamed under the neon lights and her carefully sculpted hair flowed over her shoulders in waves. I never saw someone clean up so aggressively to go stock shelves.
“Hey,” she said, “do you know where these go? I’ve been looking all over the place and can’t find them anywhere.”
I saw she was tugging along a large palette of canned soda.
“Um, yeah,” I replied, pointing to the massive display of the same soda brand right behind her. She looked around and giggled sheepishly.
“Ah, thanks! Guess I missed it.”
“No problem,” I said, turning back to my stock. She kept talking.
“Nice to have someone around who’s willing to help and not, you know, be a dick about it,” she said.
“Mm-hmm.”
“What’s your name?”
I looked at her again and my eyes darted unconsciously over her chest, sizing up the shape and size of her breasts. Even buried under her smock they looked pretty nice. I didn’t mean to check out the new girl, I really didn’t, but I’m an animal. I have a male lizard brain that’s always telling me to fuck, sizing up every potential mating prospect in the immediate vicinity.
“I’m, uh, Devin.”
“Hi Devin.” She looked me up and down. Her luminous eyes hovered for a brief moment over my exposed forearms, doing an inventory check of her own. “I’m Katelyn.”
She let go of the palette and the handle struck the tile floor with a startling crack.
“With a K,” she added, her voice low and sultry.
“Ah.”
“Do you know if there’s any good restaurants around here?”
“Well, there’s a Subway down the street.”
“I said GOOD restaurants.”
“Well then I wouldn’t know.”
She smirked. Her face was gentle and delicate, her skin pure and well-managed.
“You’re kind of weird,” she said.
“I’m sorry–er–I mean, whatever.”
She giggled. “Are you like, autistic or something?”
“It’s entirely possible in my gene pool. You should meet my sister.”
“Your sister’s autistic?”
“Everybody seems to think so.”
She nodded vacantly.
“Well anyway,” she said, “you seem like you’re good at your job.”
“Thanks?”
“And you’re really strong, putting all those things away.”
I looked down at my stock. I was working with bagged marshmallows.
“Thanks,” I repeated.
“That was a joke. Those are marshmallows.”
“Okay.”
Katelyn with a K reached into her pocket and flicked out a stick of gum like she was doing a dance move on a runway. She dropped it on the floor.
“Whoops! I’m so clumsy.”
She bent over to pick it up, hitting me with an eyeful of her tight, round ass. The display felt deliberate. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze like a true gentleman autist. When she met my gaze again she unwrapped the gum and shoved it into her mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.
“So, I’m kind of weird too,” she said. “Just to warn ya.”
“That’s alright, what’s normal anyway?”
“Who knows.”
“Who cares.”
“For starters,” she continued, “I’m very forward. Especially with new people.”
“Oh yeah?”
She blew a bubble at me and it popped loudly. “Yep. Like right now for instance.”
“That’s alright, I like forward.”
“Yeah, see, but people tell me it’s too much. That it’s weird to be so forward. My friends tell me I come off like this weirdo.”
“Listen, this is Kansas City. It’s a town full of weirdos.”
“Well you see, there’s my problem. I’m new to this place and I don’t have many friends yet.”
“Huh. Something tells me you’re gonna do fine.”
Katelyn with a K smacked on her gum and swiped a blonde strand of hair out of her face self-consciously.
“Do you like playing video games?” she asked.
“I never used to, but my sister got me into them.”
“Seems like you think about your sister a lot.”
I nodded carefully. “She occupies a lot of space in my mind.”
She smirked, her nose crinkling up in a cute sort of way. “You’re so like, WORDY. You’re like this weird nerd hunk.”
“Thank you.”
“Wow, sorry, see that’s what I mean.” Her eyes narrowed at me and the smirk widened. “I’m very forward.”
“Mm.”
“Would you be mad if I gave you a lil piece of paper with a number on it?”
“Why would that make me mad?”
“I dunno, you might get the wrong idea about me if you have a girlfriend.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“No girlfriend, huh? Just a sister. Who occupies a lot of space in your mind.”
“Yep.”
“Must be exhausting.”
“Oh man. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
She flashed me a toothy grin. Her teeth were sparkling clean. Something less clean lurked behind them. She took a few slow, measured steps toward me until we were nearly touching noses.
“I’ve seen you around a lot and you never talk to anybody,” she said quietly. Her perfume was heavy. “Maybe what you need is someone to pull you out of that shell.”
She chewed on her gum, maintaining intense eye contact, and swallowed it down with a deliberate gulp.
“Um,” I said nervously, my face burning with embarrassment, “did you… did you just swallow that?”
She nodded, her eyes half-lidded. “Mm-hmm. I like to set an early precedent.”
“Wow.”
“Look, don’t get the wrong ideas. I just like having fun. Not a fan of feelings or headaches.”
“Okay.”
“Call me. And don’t expect to be the only one.”
She wrote out a number on a scrap of paper and slipped it into my breast pocket. I found it strange she had pen and paper on hand but I didn’t question it.
“It’s an aesthetic choice,” she explained. “I saw you asking with your eyes.”
“Sure, okay. Makes sense.”
“See ya later, Donald.”
“My… my name’s Devin.”
“Right, whatever.”
She swung around and strutted off in the direction of the break room without her palette, giving absolutely no fucks about the un-stocked soda. I found this oddly attractive. I suppose she must’ve known that.
***
Later that evening I sat in Alice’s bed rambling to her about my day. My sister was slumped in her gaming chair, glued to her computer screen. She had her back to me, apparently entrenched in her game, and didn’t appear to be listening.
“Interacting with her is super odd,” I was saying. “It feels like I’m in some terrible 2000s indie movie with Natalie Portman or something. Not that I’m into cliches or anything, but it’s a shame what that movie did to the Shins. You know, they actually aren’t a bad band by any means. I would argue they’ve been typecast–”
“Devin,” my sister interrupted. She swiveled around in her chair and blinked at me curiously from behind her thick, saucer-like lenses.
“Yeah Alice, what’s up?”
“Are we in a relationship?”
Oof.
“I dunno. What’s a relationship? The way I see it, I’m your brother and you’re my sister and we’re family.”
“I see,” she said flatly. “So you’re not going to acknowledge it.”
“Acknowledge what?”
She crossed her arms at me. Her evening sweater bunched up around her wrists. “You’re pretty decent for a man but you’re still a man at the end of the day. That’s what I’m finding out.”
I eyed her cautiously. “Are you mad?”
“No!” she lied. “I’m just like, DISAPPOINTED that you’re not acknowledging it.”
“We’re siblings who do stuff,” I declared. “That’s a relationship in a certain sense of the word, right?”
Her lips pursed together in mortified exasperation. “Ah, okay. Fine.”
I hesitated, studying her face. “I don’t like this.”
“What?”
“The way you’re being mad at me right now. It’s very unlike us.”
“I get mad at you all the time, you piddling stooge.”
“Yeah, but not like this. Before it was just normal sisterly shenanigans and arguing over the last slice of pizza. This feels like a fight with my girlfriend.”
“Oh, well god forbid.”
A few tense seconds passed. We stared at each other in the dim lamplight. An indefinable expression crossed my sister’s face.
“We’re still going to the movies on Saturday, right?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course. I’ve got two tickets to see Iron Man Meets Spider-Man Meets The Flash And They Team Up To Fight Frankenstein’s Monster In Outer Space Part 17.”
“It’s the most anticipated film of the week.”
“Yup.”
“And you’re taking me out to see it.”
“Yup.”
“Even paying for the snacks and everything.”
“True.”
She blinked expectantly, wanting me to say more. “Feels like a date.”
I shrugged. “Feels like hanging out with my sister.”
“Ugh.”
She swung back around in her chair, treating me to the back of her head. I stared at it thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I don’t like this at all,” I said.
She shoved her keyboard into the wall in front of her. I jumped at the sudden outburst.
“Well maybe you should just take KATELYN WITH A K out to the movies instead!” she spat.
“There! You see? That’s what I’m talking about. You’re being ‘girlfriend mad.'”
Alice turned to face me. She rose from her chair and loomed over me with her hands cocked on her hips, a smoldering fire blazing in her hazel eyes.
“I AM your girlfriend, you asshat,” she said fervently. “Think about it! We kiss, we cuddle, we sleep together, we wake up together, we go on dates, and we have s–“
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