Love Triangle

“Uhm, how’s your tongue?” I said in a stupid attempt to make small talk.

“What?”

“I mean, uh, has it healed okay?”

“Just messing with you, bro. I know what you meant.”

She stuck it out for me. The redness almost gone, the slick wetness around the metal bulb was thought provoking.

“Pretty cool, right?” she said. “I’ll get my down size in a week or so.”

I nodded, realising Michelle’s mouth wasn’t helping my situation at all. Bouncy lips, perfect teeth, and a moist tongue. How could a fucking mouth be so enticing?

“That was the best episode yet!” she said, staring at the tv. “Always the sibling stuff though.”

“Yeah, fuckin sick.” I said in rapid, condemning agreement.

“Not really. Just a bit limited.”

“I guess that’s one way to put it.”

“Plenty of other tv shows have it too. This one just decides to show it — the incest. I think that’s why it’s popular. I think it says something about us.”

Oh, fuck! Had she seen me looking? Was she playing with me?

“Us?”

“Society,” she said.

She put her phone down and shifted closer. Now was my chance to try take my mind off such things. I’d counter her theory with the argument that the show was successful because it had well written characters with believable motivations. And of course, Joffrey. It wasn’t just all about the sex. My sister felt so good pressed up against me.

“But yeah,” she continued. “Even though it’s mostly healed, I still have to do the test.”

“Huh?”

“With my piercing.”

She stuck her tongue out and wriggled it about. It made her lips even wetter.

“Think you could help me out?”

I couldn’t recall my argument, nor my own name. She kindly didn’t comment on my stupid blushing face.

“See what it feels like. I know I could do it with someone else, but it’s always good to try new things in a safe environment?”

My heart pumped blood to wicked places. She rolled her eyes at my blank, hopeless stare.

“The kiss test, bro! Hello, anybody home in there?”

Breasts wobbled as she knocked on my forehead with soft knuckles.

“Oh, of course. The KISS test. Silly me!”

“Like you’re not curious to know how it feels,” she smirked.

I guess it was no big deal. Although it had been a while since we last made out. We were both quite good at it. All thanks to our private little practice agreement. It was something we started — rather Michelle started — as an exercise so we’d be ready for our dates. I knew it wasn’t normal, but I took to the feel of her lips straight away. As time went on, I just assumed she’d grown out of it. Or more likely, found someone else to practice with.

I ran my fingers through her hair. It felt good to do that again. Michelle wiggled her nearing tongue. I parted my lips and let her in. She rolled into my arms as the little bulb of steel wriggled into my mouth.

She certainly didn’t feel like this the last time I held her. At eighteen, the girl had truly blossomed. My fingers roamed the lightly ribbed material of her top. My confidence wasn’t the only thing that was growing. It felt good as she pushed down on my chest. I took it, for better or worse, as a sign. One I could ask forgiveness for later. Bandit fingers shamelessly groped a barely covered breast. Again and again I squeezed as our mouths squelched. Noses glanced as they took in air. She must have felt it digging into her. Not so different from the other times. Or was she brushing against it on purpose? I told myself to stop thinking, and enjoy the moment. After what felt like a very thorough examination, she pulled away. Strands of saliva lined our smiles. Panting, her breath warmed my face.

“So?” she said. Genuine curiosity her expression.

“That was pretty fucking awesome…Cersei.”

She chuckled and bit her lip.

“Had a good feel of my tits as well there, didn’t you?”

“Sorry…”

“I guess I can let you off for being such a good kisser.”

Michelle never got upset over things like that. Still, I stayed quiet and took my verbal bashing.

“How come you haven’t got a girlfriend. I think you need one.”

Staying silent wasn’t going to work. Michelle demanded an answer.

“Not sure. Just hasn’t happened yet.”

“Well, you have to make it happen, Alex. I’m Serious. You’re better at handling a girl than most of my bloody dates. It’s like they’re terrified to touch me, and then when they do, it’s borderline rape!”

I watched in slight disgust as she threw her head back to laugh. How causal she talked about such things brought careless arrogance to my words. That and the excellent reveal of her cleavage. I half spoke, half laughed.

“Don’t suppose you want to give the real test a go?”

Brash confidence crumbled to dust as the words tumbled from my mouth.

“Excuse me?” she said. Virgin purity her face.

My laugh was as weak as it was embarrassing.

“Eh…Just kidding. Let’s just say he’ll be a very lucky guy, whoever you do it with.”

Oh God! Why couldn’t I just shut up! Her face hovered before me — a friendly yet serious expression etched on it. She spoke with intent, not wanting to confuse her words as banter.

“Do what, Alex?”

Poor Michelle was obviously disgusted at such a suggestion. The only thing that needed swallowing was me by the ground. I shifted in an attempt to flee. I could have easily brushed past the hand on my chest. It told me to stay exactly where I was.

“Alex? One last thing.”

I stared at piercing eyes. Her fake yawn displayed her wet, oral assets.

“Do you really want this ‘other guy’ to be first?”

As if I needed convincing.

“No.”

She gasped in fake shock. Her eyes wide and full of mischief. Her breasts hung in plain, delicious view.

“Of course you don’t. You’re a man. All men want to know how it really feels, don’t they?”

Her palm pushed down on my bulge as she continued to mindfuck me. Lord, what was happening?

“Don’t they?”

I held my reckless tongue from bellowing ‘Yes!’ There were others in the house.

“But we couldn’t. I mean that would be so wrong.”

She squeezed what I no longer cared to hide.

“A brother and sister? Ugh! Disgusting!” she continued. “This is reality. Not some fantasy tv show.”

I knew how wrong it was. Just like that first kiss. But like then, I really wanted it.

“Unless you’re into that kind of thing? Are you, bro?”

Silence held onto my confession. Leaning on top of me, Michelle was in total control. Physically and mentally. She seemed to relish it. She wasn’t the only one. Her eyes drifted off into space. A hand massaged my hidden hardness. I checked that the door was still shut.

“Oh, I suppose it makes no difference who goes first.”

I groaned as she dry pulled me.

“Just don’t tell dad.”

“Wha? Why on earth would I ever te-”

Fingers hooked under the seam of my sweatpants. She pulled hard and watched my cock spring out. I shook as a globule of warm spit hooded the uncut tip. Her teasing tongue slithered towards my mouth. I sucked it as slim fingers encased my slimy rod. ‘Oh shit! What if I go off before she fucking starts.’ We kissed as she stroked me against her stomach. Two for the price of one — I hadn’t expected the pleasure of Michelle’s divine hand.

“I think this is the hardest I’ve ever felt you, brother!”

‘Please! Please don’t go off!’ Tucking her hair back, she pulled away and shot me a final sinister smile. I struggled to comprehend it; to believe that this was actually happening. The touch of her raw hand alone would fuel my fantasies for months. Fingers fell away from her body as she slid down me. All muscles tense, I shuddered as hair and breath caressed forbidden places. ‘She’s actually going to do it.’ She pushed my t-shirt up and rubbed faint abs.

“I wonder if he had abs when he was your age?” she whispered.

I watched in awe as her thumb circled my slick cockhead. My mind emptied as she took me. The first few seconds were utterly surreal. The sight of it alone. My cock was actually in a girl’s mouth. My sister’s warm mouth. I lay back into the pillow. Tension fled my chest as I accepted our relationship had changed forever. Tongue swirled. That beautiful fucking tongue.

I finally did something right by keeping my big mouth shut. I much preferred the sounds of heavy breathing and the soft squelches of fellatio. Sheets crisp in my clenching fists, her wide eyes met mine every now and again. The DVD menu music began another cycle. I don’t know who it was she practiced on, but I wanted to shake his hand. Or maybe all blowjobs felt this good? I didn’t exactly have a frame of reference. It didn’t matter. Deep down I got the sense that the girl with the dick in her mouth was one of the very best.

I was just content that I hadn’t embarrassed myself by blowing my load too soon. But Michelle was good. She always seemed to know when to ease off. My moans helped her to keep me teetering on the edge of climax. When it came to finishing, I wondered if I should pretend she was someone else. Just for my own sanity. But how could I when she had me in such a trance. Closing my eyes, I saw cleavage. I saw green eyes. I saw the metal stud that would be soon washed by waves of flowing semen. I coughed a slight chuckle. My semen.

Running fingers through strands of thick hair, I pushed her further down on my shaft. Moans told me she was very much into it. Glancing down, I couldn’t believe how slick and shiny everything was. My saliva coated thighs, and the inch or two of cock that wasn’t quite between my sister’s lips. Christ, I never felt more like a man! It was all going so well. Then it happened. Or rather, she’d decided it was time. My grunts told her to keep lips sealed around my meat.