“420?”
“Maybe,” Alice didn’t sound too sure, “Anyway, that author doesn’t take their writing too seriously, writes each story in a new category – and aims to cover the most of them.”
“What’s a ‘Category’?”
“Well, like, Romance, Humor, Erotic Coupling…”
“Gays, trans, some depraved perversions?” Finn really hated perverts – especially when they could cause harm to his little sister.
“Not sure about those, so far he (or she?) only wrote for straight characters. Like, there’s a story of an employee flipping and spanking his female boss right on an office desk…”
“Aha! My sister reads about some perversions!”
“No, it was actually…” Alice didn’t add ‘quite tame’ because that would reveal too much about the stuff she liked. Instead, she went further, “Or there was a story about a woman jumping from a plane with a massive dildo – instead of a parachute…”
“She died, right?”
“Or! There was a story about hundreds of naked men… uhm… invading a female-only city with the goal of breeding them all…” By now Alice wasn’t sure anymore why she thought it was a good idea to advertise that author in particular.
“I’m sorry, sis, a legitimate question – are you alright? Are you sure reading that garbage is a good idea?” Finn seemed genuinely worried, and that pushed Alice further to reassure him.
“No, no, see – it only seems like a gangbang rape fantasy, but if you read focusing on a text in italics then you might notice that it’s actually an allusion on…”
“Pft! No one’s going to read a wanklit focusing on some deep plot meaning! Your ‘Agent’ guy is an idiot for thinking otherwise! Probably some loser sitting in a parent’s basement and coming up with degenerate stuff because there’s nothing better going on in his life!”
“Maybe that’s a well-established person, who decided to branch out in a new hobby?” Alice somehow felt the need to defend an unknown author.
“That’s called a midlife crisis. Normal people buy motorcycles. Please tell me that at least you don’t pay for that stuff, sis!”
“No, of course, no, it’s all free! I do make sure to rate every story I read though, because user engagement is the only payment authors get!”
“That’s the gayest thing I’ve heard in my whole life.”
“Brother, you make it sound like writing erotica is worse than being a gay prostitute!” Alice tried to laugh.
“Because it probably is!” Finn took that as a challenge, he started waving his hands in the air as he spoke. “Just think about it! A gay prostitute goes to his client… I… well, don’t really know what they do in there, but I suppose that in half an hour they leave – money in hand. Now, how long does it take to write a story? A month?”
“Maybe it’s just a week?”
“Two weeks!” Finn agreed. How hard could it be to write porn? “Two weeks you go around, plotting perverted stuff then putting it in writing – for what? To make a bunch of dudes on the other side of the screen horny?”
“Girls read those stories too, you know!”
“And you make sure to contact the author and let them know how much you like their stories?”
“Of course not, why would I do that?” Alice giggled at the absurdity. The conversation she started with way different goal has wandered off in a completely unexpected direction. It’s good that she wasn’t an erotica writer, or she would be battling an existential crisis by now.
“Of course you don’t! And even if you did – there would be no meaningful way for your author to distinguish you from some old pervert acting as a girl.” Alice winced at that comparison, for the reason Finn couldn’t know about. “So! Your author spends more time than a prostitute on making other dudes horny; does so for way less; impacts more people than a prostitute would in a lifetime. Ergo – he’s a massive fag, way worse than a prostitute!”
“Okay, okay, I see your point,” Alice laughed, “but don’t you think there might be joy in sharing your creativity with the world? Even if said creativity comes in such a form?”
“Bah!”
“Because soon there will be a ‘Summer Loving’ contest. Rumors are, that the author is planning to write a story… Uhm, in the ‘Incest’ category, but that’s not the point – wouldn’t you like to read stories about the joys of warm summer days, especially sitting in a place like this?”
“I do not approve of that ‘Incest’ thing in the slightest!” Finn said with force, making Alice giggle. “And yes – I do want to experience a normal hot summer at least once in my life – with beaches and bikinis – but reading about it won’t help!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Alice fake sighted, preparing a trap. “Technically, our place would fall in that contest theme too – we wouldn’t survive here in the winter after all – but there’s no way that place would ever make a good story in a summer setting.”
“Wrong again!” Finn got so lost in an argument that he took the bait. “A decent author could write an interesting story here – for example about the two locked up on a research station, going out their minds of boredom and… oh no…” Finn cut off horrified.
“No-no. Do go on, brother!” Alice sang sweetly, “What kind of a hot erotic story could you conjure in such a setting?”
“Shut-up-shut-up-shut-up!”
“Maybe the two could be siblings? A brother hugs his little sister, his raging boner tears through his clothes!” Alice did her porn voice again.
“You’re the worst sister ever!” Finn shouted in frustration.
“So bad to deserve a punishment?” Alice giggled. Embarrassing her brother could become her favorite hobby.
“We had a deal! I gave you my last quiche!”
“Yeah-yeah, sorry, my bad. We move on, case closed!”
“Thank you!” Finn shouted.
The two stared silently at each other, Finn – with frustration, and Alice with twitching lips.
“You know we could masturbate together?” said Alice.
“Gah!” shouted Finn, “You are officially the worst person to ever roam the Earth!”
Finn jumped, grabbing an axe by the door.
“Finley, what are you?!”
“I’m going to chop us some firewood! I need some fucking space away from you gremlin!”
With that, Finn dashed outside, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Oh…” gasped Alice.
***
Finn shouted and yelled outside, throwing all his frustration out on wooden logs by the storage room. They had a stack of chopped-up wood, but those logs also had to be processed sooner or later.
Alice looked wearily at him through the window. That conversation really didn’t go as she planned!
The thing is, she wasn’t actually joking about the last bit, although her delivery was off. She had some vague thoughts… That maybe, it would help – if her brother can’t do “it” by himself, that is. She wasn’t going to spread her legs apart in front of her brother, or look at his cock, heavens, no! But maybe they could try sitting back to back, sharing some erotic thoughts, trying not to think of what the other is doing…
No, the thought put in words was ridiculous.
Alice wasn’t made of iron either. She was young, curious, and had affections and desires of her own, which could have prompted her to act stupid too. Thankfully she said the last bit in a pretend ‘porn actress’ voice again, and Finn didn’t take her seriously – otherwise, she would have made a massive fool of herself!
Finn shouted outside, throwing an axe with all his might. He wouldn’t get cold now, would he? His muscles tensed up with each throw, and pieces of chopped wood flew all around. He really ought to be more careful, or…
Just as she thought – it happened. The axe fell off Finn’s hand as he cried in pain, grabbing his shoulder with the other hand. Oh no!
As she was – barefoot and in pajamas – Alice rushed outside. Her brother groaned in pain and swearing. She dragged him inside.
“Oh, brother, what have you done!” she lamented, massaging his back and shoulder with him lying on a coach. It was just a pulled muscle, but this far away from any hospital any injury could be fatal.
“Thank you, sis,” groaned Finn standing up. That’s when he noticed her frozen bare feet. “Alice, what the fuck were you thinking?!”
“You weren’t smart running around in shorts either!”
“I had winter boots and a hat! Those are the most important pieces of clothes in this summer!”
“And I was worried, I rushed…”
“In your bed! Now! I’ll bring you something to warm you up!”
***
Alice lay in her bed, wrapped in a blanket, her cold feet hanging on the floor as Finn worked on warming them. First, he massaged her feet with a warm wet towel, then with a dry one.
Finn’s right hand was still stiff and he silently cursed when hitting a painful angle, but at least it worked.
His strong arms continued massaging his sisters’ feet as those warmed up.
Alice felt safe and comforted. She closed her eyes and purred “thank you” like a small kitten.
Finn kept his work. His sisters’ legs were nice to touch – smooth and delicate. Her toes were painted white, they even smelled nice – with a fruit-scented shower gel she used.
No matter what happened – he still loved his sister and would protect her with her life. She cared about him too, so why not return the favor and caress her feet a bit more?
Alice appeared to be asleep with her calm breathing and small smile touching her lips.
“As nice as it is – that was probably enough”, Finn decided. His shoulder still hurt, and his palms started tiring. Alice used one blanket to fully wrap herself up, trying to drag it on her feet could wake her up. But there was another, and Finn reached out for it.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and Finn buckled. At night he wore broad shorts with nothing underneath, and with the pose, he was in – his flaccid cock slid from shorts pant leg. He didn’t intend for that, but as he buckled – his cock landed right on the inner side of his sister’s sole. Finn froze.
Alice didn’t move, her eyes remained closed.
Finn grabbed the spare blanket and slowly pulled. His penis remained pressed on his sister’s warm sole.
With a blanket in hand, Finn got all he needed. All he has to do now – is cover his sister’s feet and leave.
He definitely had no reason to remain in the same pose, pressing his growing shaft on his sister’s warm soft sole.
That would be wrong.
His whole body trembled with the heavy pounding of his heart.
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