Sib Games Ch. 01
Broke siblings sign up for an incestuous competition.
It's more common than you'd imagine. And it's not from lack of trying, I can assure you. Quite the opposite.

I've had a lot on my mind, I guess.

Exams. Climate change. The heat death of the universe. Boys. One boy in particular, really, but we'll get to that later.

What I'm trying to say, in a round about way, is that the one thing I really needed, the one thing that might have helped make all the other problems bearable, is the one thing I couldn't have. Try as I might.

And, boy, did I try.

--

"It's time to accept it, my life is over."

"You're being dramatic," Tim laughed, "what's the big problem?"

That's my older brother, Tim. It's amazing the difference a few seconds can make. We're twins but you'd never guess it.

Sure, we've both got crazy blonde hair, but that's where the similarities end. Tim has the easy going attitude of a surfer dude and the body to match. Six-two and built like Adonis. The kind of guy all your girlfriends want to fuck. And don't they let me know it.

I'm five-two. Short and sweet. Neurotic, anxious, and just a tiny bit dramatic. Flat chested but a killer ass.

"What's the problem? I got ten thousand problems. I got little bitty mole hill problems."

Tim glanced around the bar, blushing, as I pointed to my modest chest, "Syke..."

"And I've got problems so big they make you wanna get swallowed by a black hole. That's problem number eight hundred and six. They're out there, you know, and they're fucking invisible!"

"You've got a lot of problems," Tim acknowledged, waving down the barman for another round.

"Correctamundo. So what I don't need is some admissions officer rejecting my scholarship. How am I going to afford university now?"

Tim slid a vodka and soda in front of me.

"Are you even listening," I cried, "I can't pay for that, you know?"

"Don't worry about it, kiddo. I got you. Something will come up. It always does."

--

Your chances of meeting a crazy person on the Northern Line are always pretty high. Those odds double after midnight.

It's one of the fun quirks of the London Underground.

You get used to it.

Even so, the businessman smiling unnervingly at us gave me the heebee-geebees. You NEVER smile at anyone on the underground. That's a rule. You can get banned for that shit.

"Madam, do you have a minute?"

Tim and I looked up and down the platform. There was only the businessman and us. Code red.

"We already support Cancer Research, bro," Tim cut in, "and a donkey in Botswana."

"He's lactose intolerant." I explained.

"It's not that," the businessman smiled, "I'd like to offer you a great opportunity."

"Really, dude, she's not interested."

"Madam, would you like to play a game with me?"

"Back off, man. I said she's not..."

Tim's words died off.

The businessman had opened his briefcase. Inside were three thick stacks of twenty pound notes.

"You've played chicken before, haven't you?"

I nodded.

"I will give you a thousand pounds each time you win."

"There's easier ways to get a girl to kiss you, dude."

"Not me," the businessman smiled at Tim, "you."

"I'm in a really bad mood today," I warned the businessman, "if this is some kind of stitch up, I'm probably going to throw you onto the tracks."

The businessman smiled.

"All we have to do is not pull away and we get a thousand pounds?"

The businessman nodded.

Tim and I glanced at each other.

"It's a lot of money."

"It would cover a term of tuition fees."

I really needed that money.

"Kind of weird though."

"It's just a game." I reasoned.

"But you're my sister."

My shoulders slumped.

"I guess it wouldn't be so bad." Tim weakened.

I looked at Tim. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting.

"Just until the clock is up?"

"One minute." The businessman confirmed.

"A minute isn't so long..." Tim pondered.

But Tim was wrong. A lot can change in a minute.

--

Ten seconds. It's fine. A peck on the lips. Totally normal in France.

Twenty seconds. But we're not in France.

Thirty seconds. And that boy I mentioned earlier?

Forty seconds. Uhuh. You guessed it.

Fifty seconds. This was a dream come true.

Sixty seconds. I was kissing my crush.

--

"That's time."

The businessman handed me a wedge of notes. I flicked through the twenties then held one up to the light to check the watermark.

"It's the real deal."

"All we have to do is kiss again?" Tim asked, looking uncharacteristically flustered.

"This time with tongues."

"That wasn't the deal, man."

The businessman shrugged.

"Please, Tim." I begged, "I could really use this money."

He sighed.

"Okay then."

"Ready?"

"As I'll..."

I reached up on tip toes and planted another kiss on Tim's lips before he could change his mind. His mouth was half open, making it easy for my tongue to tentatively slip in.

My tummy somersaulted when I felt his tongue exploring mine. He was cautious to begin with but as the seconds dragged on it started to feel, sort of, not natural exactly, I was frenching my brother after, but, well, hot.

It was hot as fuck.

I'll admit it. I lost my cool.

My tongue did a full survey of my brother's mouth, twirling around his like we were dancing the salsa.

"Time."

Reluctantly I pulled away from my brother, wiping away the bridge of saliva that momentarily hung between our lips.

The businessman was smiling encouragingly. The little pervert was really getting his rocks off. And he wasn't the only one. I could feel a wet heat in my knickers as he handed me the second stack.

"What's next, creep?" I asked.

The businessman extracted the final stack of twenties from the suitcase.

"You kiss again, the same as before," the businessman said as he removed a false bottom from the briefcase to reveal four more stacks of twenties, "another grand for each minute you continue."

"What the fuck, man?" Tim was clearly ruffled. "Let's bounce Skye."

"But, Tim, that's seven THOUSAND pounds."

"Have you heard of quitting while you're ahead? You can keep it all, I don't want it."

"It's no different to what we've already done. Just, well, longer."

"Skye, come on, he's a creep."


"Please, big brother."

I pulled my best puppy dog eyes. I can be pretty damn cute when I want to be.

"Pweeease?"

Tim rolled his eyes.

"Fine but I need to sit down. I'll crick my neck leaning over you for five minutes."

"What about my neck?"

"Just sit on my lap, dummy. Then we'll be the same height."

Tim sat on one of the wooden platform benches and I straddled his lap, plonking my peachy butt on his thighs. Let me just say, what I lack in boobs I make up for in butt. Ten years of track and squats will do wonders for a gal.

"Umm, Skye?"

"Yeah?"

"I meant, like, sit sideways on me. Not, you know..."

Now he mentioned it, it did look like I was about to dry hump the shit out of him.

"Oh, right, opps."


My cheeks glowed with embarrassment as I started to climb off but Tim held me in place.

"It's fine," he said, resigning himself, "let's just get it over with."

"Ready?" Asked the businessman, sitting beside us.

Tim and I stared into each others eyes. He nodded once.

"Yes." I whispered.

"The clock starts when you do."

Somehow it seemed more intimate in this position. I suddenly felt shy.

"Frick, maybe this is a bad idea. What am I saying, of course this is a bad idea. A terrible idea. Literally the worst idea since marmite humus. I want to meet the guy who invented that and..."

Tim cupped my cheek and pulled me forcefully into the kiss.

My anxiety melted away in an instant. The previous kiss had felt clinical in comparison. This time it was passionate. Needy.

Tim's hand slipped onto the back of my head as he made out with me like we were on a first date. I draped my arms round his neck and pressed my body against his muscular torso as his other arm slipped around my waist.

I lost track of time, totally consumed in my brother and him in me. I desperately pulled him closer and felt him freeze for a moment. Our lips stayed connected but I sensed the moment suddenly slip away.

Then I realised why.

In my eagerness, I'd shimmied up his thighs until our hips met. Now my perfect ass was positioned directly over the thick, twitching lump in Tim's pants.

In that moment, for the first time in my life, I swear I nearly came.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I reasoned, kissing Tim with renewed passion.

I felt Tim's grip tighten in my hair as he gradually began kissing me back. The hand around my waist slipped down to rest on my ass. I felt an uncertain squeeze through my jeans. Damn, I wished I'd worn a skirt.

Slowly at first, then with vigour, I began shifting my hips as I tried to nestle the thick bulge in Tim's trousers between my pert cheeks.

There was no disguising it, I was dry humping my brother.

"Mind the gap."

Huh?

The doors of the tube were opening before Tim or I even realised it had arrived at the platform. Passengers piled out. Drunken revellers, bleary eyed shift workers, a horde of school kids on a German exchange. All of them staring at the couple grinding against each other like animals on heat.

"Oi oi!"

I buried my head against Tim's neck, wishing the heat death of the universe would hurry up and arrive.

--

The businessman handed me a neat, ivory card while Tim counted the notes.

"You can make big money, playing games like this for a few days. Would you like to give it a try?"

"If this is some fucking casting couch shit, you've got the wrong person. I'm not interested."

"Skye Deller."

"How do you know my name?"

"You signed up on OnlyFans today, right? Skye Deller, 19 years old. Three A-levels but no scholarship offers. You work weekends at a pub in Putney. The King's Head. It pays minimum wage and the manager keeps the tips."

Tim froze midway through a stack. "What the fuck, man?"

"As of now you have thirty six pounds in your current account and ten pence in a lifetime ISA."

"I was GOING to pay into that, okay."

"No boyfriend, which explains your browsing history. DP. Creampie. CNC. Ince..."

"Who are you?" Tim demanded, fronting up to the businessman, "how dare you run a background check on my sister."

The businessman offered Tim his card.

"We don't have many spots left."

Tim ripped the card out of the businessman's hand.

"Give me a call."

--

It's kind of a conversation killer, making out with you brother.

We sat in silence all the way home then dashed up the stairs with only a quick goodnight to our parents and elder sister, Amber.

I lingered outside my bedroom and Tim outside his.

"Let's agree never to discuss this again."

"Totally," I agreed, "it never happened."

"What didn't?"

"Exactly," I laughed, glad the tension was easing. "Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you keep the card?"

"No, I tossed it in..."

Tim's hand slipped to his pocket. A moment later, he pulled out the businessman's card.

"Huh. I could have sworn I ditched that."

"We're not going to call it though, are we?"

"What? Obviously not."

"That's what I thought," I said, sweating as the awkward tension returned.

"Goodnight, Skye."

"Goodnight, Tim."

"Oh, Skye?"

"Yeah?"

"Onlyfans?"

"Ugh!"

Tim ducked beneath my hand and slipped into his bedroom. I could hear him laughing through the door.

"Shut up!"

--

I woke up in the arms of a stranger.

It was odd because I'd definitely fallen asleep alone, but I was cozy and the stranger had nice arms, so I didn't question it too deeply.

It was probably a dream, I reasoned, a fucking nice dream. The stranger's hard cock was pressed up against my back. I groaned sleepily and wiggled back against him.

"Skye!?"

In an instant I was wide awake. I knew that voice.

"Tim?" I rolled over and found myself face to face with my brother.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

"Your bed? What are you doing in mine?"

A blazing white light suddenly dazzled us both. We sat up shielding our eyes, and looked around. We were in a huge hall lined with bunkbeds stacked five high. All around us couples were emerging from beneath duvets. The women wearing identical silk, thigh-length nighties and the men in loose silk boxer shorts.

"Fifty, fifty-one, fifty two..."

An elderly gentleman in his eighties was counting in the adjacent bunked.

"Excuse me, sir. Where are we?"

The elderly gentleman's bedmate, a petite eighteen year old girl with pony tails, shushed Skye.

"Don't disturb him!"

"Fifty was it?"

"You're counting how many couples are here?" Tim chipped in.

"Yes," the girl sulked, "so stop disturbing Grandpa!"

"Wait, where was I?"

"Oh now you've done it." The girl huffed.

"Sir, look over there. There are 100 couples in here." Tim pointed to a huge screen on the far wall displaying glowing yellow digits.

"Where is here?" I asked, looking around at the drowsy couples slowly descending from the bunkbeds.

"You prick!"

A sudden scream from the middle of the hall caught our attention. A crowd of people had gathered around a woman in her twenties struggling viciously to break free from the silver-fox struggling to hold her back from a smugly smiling athletic man her age.

Tall, dark, beautifully built, you'll come to know this douche, also know as Apollo, later. Just believe me when I tell you she's got him pegged.

"Easy, Ellie," the silver-fox calmed, "he's not worth it."

"Didn't think I'd run into you here," Apollo drawled, "you always were sexy when you were angry."

A gorgeous, Amazonian princess of a woman sashayed up to Apollo and hooked her arm through his.

"I'll kill him, Dad!"

Every man in the room gawped as Ellie wrestled against her father, her huge, gravity defying breasts threatening to break free of her sheer nightie, which rose tantalising up her thighs to expose the underside of her million dollar ass. Hell, even I gawped.

A fog horn suddenly cut through the pandemonium.

A pair of aircraft hangar doors opened beneath the screen and a platoon of masked goons wearing pink jumpsuits marched through them.

One of the goons stepped ahead of the others.

"I would like to extend a heart felt welcome to you all. Everyone here will participate in six games over six days. Those who win all six games will win a life-changing cash prize."

The penny dropped. I whipped round to face my brother.

"Did you call the number?!"

Before he could answer, a lithe blonde woman in her thirties yelled at the goon.

"How are we supposed to believe you? You drugged and kidnapped us!"

A young man with the look and IQ of a naughties Abercrombie model chipped in.

"Yah, and, like, what's with the mask, yah?"

"Yeah," squeaked a mousy girl with bottle-top glasses, "give us one good reason to believe you!"

"Team 44. Lisa and Dwight Lebowitz," the goon announced, pointing at the mousy girl and the nerdy boy beside her, "co-owners of the Battling Aces board game cafe."

The screen above the goons suddenly cut to hidden camera footage of the Lebowtiz siblings making out sloppily but enthusiastically at a tube station.

"Invested family savings in the business and facing bankruptcy due to spiralling overheads," the goon continue before pointing at the Abercrombie model and the doppelgänger beside him, "Team 71. Aberforth and Hugo Hunter-Thwaite."

The screen cut to another hidden camera recording of the brothers making out tentatively.

"The family seat in Balmoral requires seven million pounds of repairs to avoid dereliction," the goon continued, pointing at the lithe blonde and the leggy beauty beside her, " Team 9. Antonia and Zara Micholev."

Another recording, Antonia blowing the smoke from a cigarette into Zara's mouth before their lips joined in an indifferent kiss.

"Assets seized by the Russian state following their outspoken criticism of the regime."

We watched, horrified but fascinated, as the screen split up into dozens of smaller windows displaying similar hidden camera footage.

"All of you in this room have crippling debts. We played a game, you won, so you trusted us and volunteered to play according to your own free will."

"Yo!" Apollo called out to the goon, "how much we playing for?"

"Team 1. Apollo and Riley Jackson."

The screen filled with footage of the siblings enjoying their make-out session way too much for it to have been there first time.

The goon pointed to the ceiling where a giant, glass piggy bank hung.

"The prize money will accumulate after each game. The amount will be revealed after the first game."

With that, the goons turned and marched out of the hall.

"Tim! We agreed not to call the number!"

"I didn't think anything would actually come of it."

Brothers, I rued as a strange gas hissed out of vents on the floor, you can't live with them and you can't live withou...

--

I was pretty over being gassed by the time I next woke up.

We were in another vast hall. I was bound to a chair with my hands tied behind my back. Tim was shackled to a stake in the ground in front of me. Between us was a large buzz wire game.

All around us, teams were arranged in the same formation.

I shifted on the chair in attempt to shimmy the short nightie lower down my thighs, suddenly conscious of the view Tim would have between my legs if I opened them.

That's when it hit me.

There was something between my legs. I felt a little rubber tail rubbing between my thighs and a slight fullness inside my pussy.

The goons voice blared out through speakers positioned high on the walls.

"The first game is buzz wire. The player must move the ring through the puzzle without triggering their partner's orgasm. If a player orgasms, the team is inseminated."

"What the fuck!" My voice joined a chorus of outraged yells.

"Those who complete the game inside ten minutes without triggering an orgasm will proceed to the next round. The rest will be inseminated."

"Did he say inseminated?"

"On your marks, go!"

Tim stared dumbly at the buzz wire. Beside him, a nervous man picked up his stick and called to the woman bound beside me.

"Are you sure about this, mom?"

"It's okay, Stevie," his demure mother called back, "what's the worst they could..."

BUZZ!

The man's unsteady hand nudged the ring on his stick against the wire and his mother squealed in shock as a loud buzz emanated from between her thighs.

BUZZ!

"Uh, brossif, be careful with the widget, yah?"

On my other side, Hugo wiggled in his chair. His thin boxer shorts were tented by an erection that nudged towards the opening in the shorts as he struggled.

"I think there's a whatnot in my chufter, yah?"

BUZZ!

Aberforth nudged the buzz wire and Hugo jerked against his bindings, causing his cock to slip free of his boxers.

A clear bead of pre-cum seeped from the tip.

BUZZ!

"Skye, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you?"

Sporadic buzzes and moans filled the hall around us.

"Yeah but I think you should get started already. The clock is ticking.

"Are you kidding?" Tim said, outraged, "we're not playing. No way."

"You heard what they said. The teams who don't complete the game get inseminated."

"Yeah but they can't actually..."

"Are you sure? 'Cus that's a risk I don't feel like taking right now, bro!"

Tim tentatively picked up his stick.

"But what if I make you, well, you know. You're my sister."

"It's okay, Tim. There's something they don't know."

"What?"

BUZZ!

"Grandpaaaaa!"

Akari spasmed as the egg inside her stimulated her G-spot with a strong buzz.

"I remember this game," her grandpa smiled, "we used to play this at school."

"Please be careful, Grandpa," Akari begged, watching as his arthritic hand edged the ring along the wire.
BUZZ!

"Crivens!" Lisa squealed, as an entirely new sensation electrified her neveregions.

"My bad," Dwight gulped, "I get sweaty palms when I'm horny, I mean, nervous."

Despite his cover-up, there was no denying the surprisingly large tent in his boxers.

BUZZ!

Riley smouldered intensely, barely flinching as the vibration stimulated her G-spot, holding Apollo's gaze as he confidently guided the ring along the buzz wire.

He paused, a wicked smile crossing his lips, before nudging the wire with intention.

BUZZ!

"Are you okay, mom?"

Stevie's mom was breathing in ragged gasps, her head lolling against her heaving chest.

"Just...keep...going..."

BUZZ!

"Tally ho!"

Aberforth hunched over his spewing cock as Hugo accidentally edged him towards a prostate orgasm.

I consider my porn taste to be pretty broad but I'd never seen a prostate milked before. I couldn't take my eyes off the milky fluid gushing down Aberforth's shaft until...

BUZZ!

"Sorry, Skye!"

A jolt of pleasure coursed through my body. I'd been trying to ignore the fact that my hunky brother was controlling the vibrator inside me but he wasn't making it easy.

"Hurry up and get it over with!"

BUZZ!

"Grandpa wait!"

Akari gasped, teetering on the edge of an orgasm, focused intently on the ring of metal that trembled around the buzz wire.

"Just give me a..."

BUZZ!

"Yikes!"

Lisa's legs splayed open, awarding Dwight's mistake with a perfect view of the wet mat of pubic hair around his sisters engorged vulva.

"Dwight!" Lisa chastised, the moment she'd recovered enough sense to notice him staring.

Her eyes slipped lower, to the huge purple glans creeping beyond the hem of Dwight's shorts.

"Sorry, Lisa. I'll be better. I can do better.

BUZZ!

Apollo held the ring against the buzz wire only an inch from the end of the task, entertaining himself with his sisters efforts to hide her obvious pleasure.

"Fuck you." Riley mouthed, before opening her legs to show Apollo her the pink folds of her hairless pussy.

"Good girl," Apollo winked, edging the ring to the finish.

BUZZ!

"Fuuuuuuck!"

Stevie's mom moaned desperately as her incompetent son brushed the buzz wire for the hundredth time.

She was shivering uncontrollably, her ass slipping on the damp chair beneath her.

BUZZ!

I didn't realise I had a cum fetish until I saw Aberforth's frosted popsicle twitching next to me.

His cock looked like a god damn frosted donut and it was still pouring out ejaculate with each pulse and throb.

It might have been the vibrator humming away inside me but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to lick up every drop. It was probably the vibrator. Probably.

BUZZ!

"Hurry up, Tim!"

The clock showed we had less than a minute to go.

"But, Skye, if I rush it I might..."

"I told you not to worry about that so hurry the fuck up!"

BUZZ!

"Lisa? Are you okay Lisa? Did you..."

Dwight studied his sister anxiously, shifting the huge member in his boxers while his ring hung at the finish line.

Lisa stared with glassy eyes at the thick outline of her brother's horse-cock and the tennis ball sized helmet exposed below his shorts. A line of spittle hung from the corner of her mother.

BUZZ!

Akari's nipples stood so firmly against the thin silk that Grandpa could have made out the piercings in them, if he hadn't been intent on the last inch of the buzz wire.

"Done! Good work, Akari. Akari?"

BUZZ!

"Don't..."

BUZZ!

"Please..."

BUZZ!

"Don't you dare..."

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!

"Don't stop!!"

Stevie's mom writhed against her bindings as the orgasm that had been titivating her finally arrived like a runaway train.

Stevie quickly removed the ring from the buzz wire but his mom growled viciously, "don't you fucking stop now!"

BUZZ!

This was literally the stuff of fantasies.

I can't tell you how many times I've held my vibrator to my sopping pussy and wished it was my stud of a brother in control.

But at this moment, I just needed it to end.

"Hurry the fuck up!"

Tim looked at the clock. Ten seconds left and half the buzz wire to go. Shit.

With one apologetic shrug, Tim dropped the ring to the wire and ground it all the way to the finish.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!!

The vibrations seemed endless. My entire existence narrowed to the vibrating egg of pure bliss and I felt a strange pressure building inside me.

Well shit, I pondered, maybe this is it.

Then I was coming down from the crest, a familiar dissatisfaction replacing the burning arousal in my pussy.

"I told you," I smiled wryly at my astonished brother, "I can't cum."
Sib Games Ch. 02
Row row row your boat gently 'til you cream.
I wish I could tell you that after we voted to quit the accursed game that we never saw those perverted goons again. I wish I could tell you how we went back to our normal lives and lived happily ever after.

But this isn't that kind of story.

--

There's no city like London in the summer.

Unless you're broke, all your friends have left town, and your brother isn't speaking to you. Then it kind of sucks.

I was on my way to another soul crushing shift at The King's Head. Meandering, as I did most days, to drag out the last seconds of fresh air and freedom.

So I couldn't tell you exactly how I came to be on that street. It was unfamiliar. Off the beat track. Which explains how I'd never seen it before, I guess.

The Battling Aces.

I peered through the white washed windows at the vacant space inside. A foreclosure notice on the door confirmed that the board game cafe had been closed for six months.

"Excuse me."

Someone stepped past me and began unlocking the door.

"You!"

The mousy girl near enough jumped out of her skin.

"Me?"

"It IS you. Lisa, right?"

Lisa cleaned her bottle-top glasses and studied me blankly.

"Lisa, from the game."

Lisa's face paled as the penny dropped.

"I...I...don't know what you mean," she mumbled, hurriedly locking the door to the shop, "I've got to go."

"Lisa, wait!"

"I've got a busy," she called, scuttling away from me, "I'm thing!"

--

The jukebox was playing the same cheesy trash that the regulars queue up every night. The kind of song you could go mad to. It crossed my mind that maybe I already had. Bumping into Lisa had brought back all those buried memories.

The kiss. The goons in their pink jump suits. The buzz wire. The collective vote to leave.

That's why I didn't notice the old man leaning on the bar. Not at first.

"What can I get you?"

The old man just smiled, wobbling slightly on his feet.

"Sir?"

I rubbed my temples. Damn, I hated that jukebox.

"Look, mate, are you going to order or..."

A flash of recognition.

It was the old man from the bunkbed beside ours at the games!

"Sir!"

"It's you right? Team 21?"

I nodded.

"Yes, sir." I confirmed, glancing round the pub to check we were out of earshot from the pissed builders swaying in the corner. "That's me. What are you doing here? Do you live round here?"

"No. I have a friend who lives nearby. Akari couldn't afford my home's fees any more, so I'm staying there."

"Would you like a drink? It's on me."

Grandpa took a seat on one of the bar stools, nodding.

"You're not going to believe this but this isn't the first time today that I've seen someone from the games."

"What are the chances? Maybe we were meant to meet."

Grandpa reached for the frothy pint but a sudden thought made me pull it away.

"Are you allowed to drink? Will it mess with your meds?"

With surprising speed, Grandpa swiped the pint from my hands and necked half of it. Wiping the suds from his whiskers, he winked.

--

"I've decided to go back."

"Go back where?" I asked, wiping peanuts and beer from the bar top.

"There."

I froze. The pub was empty. I hurried over to the door and bolted it.

"The games?"

Grandpa nodded.

"You know, I don't have long left. I want to have something to leave behind for Akari. Something to prove I was here."

"But..."

"When we played buzz wire, we finished before you did. We might win."

"Still, that place is..."

"Now that I'm out, I realise the truth. It's a worse hell out here."

"I don't know..."

But I did know. My life was going nowhere. Fast.

Grandpa slapped a familiar card on the bar and stood unsteadily.

"In case you change your mind."

With that, he wobbled out of the pub, leaving behind the business card that had started this nightmare.

--

"Hey, you've reached Tim. I guess I'm busy or maybe I just don't like you. Leave a message and find out which."

BEEP.

"Hi Tim, it's me. Again. I need to talk to you about something. Call me back, okay?"

I jammed my phone into my handbag and entered the restaurant. I was late, as usual, for a second date that had an eighty percent chance of ending in another unsatisfying fuck. There was nothing wrong with Jack. Or was it John? It could have been Pete, come to think of it. On paper they were all nice guys. Just my type. They just weren't...well. You know.

So I nodded aimlessly and pretended to listen to Jack/John/Pete's tedious anecdote about corporate finance, but I was really thinking about the business card in my pocket.

It was sometime around Jack/John/Pete's informative presentation on barefoot running that I recognised the pregnant woman eating alone on the table in the corner.

"Excuse me a moment," I smiled, cutting off the history of the Tarahumara runners as I stood up.

--

"Is this some kind of a prank?"

The pregnant woman was baffled. "Excuse me?"

"Three of you in one day. It's not even subtle."

"I really have no idea what..."

"You're Stevie's mom."

Her eyes bugged wide open as she looked for an escape route. I slid in the booth beside her, closing off her exit.

"From the games."

She gulped and nodded slowly.

"What happened to you?"

We both looked at her bulging stomach.

"I...they..." Stevie's mom lowered her voice to an urgent whisper, "it was all true. Everything they said. It all happened."

--

Eight months earlier...

The goons pushed gurneys down a dark corridor. On the gurneys were contestants. Drugged to high heaven.

The corridor forked and the goons pushed the gurneys alternately left and right. The comatose women all took the left fork into a sterile laboratory.

Dry ice spilled out onto the ceramic floor as a goon opened a huge freezer unit. Inside were stacks and stacks of vials. Each one labelled with a name. The goon reached for one labelled 'Stevie.'

--

"They took samples from our teammates when we entered, when they were unconscious. Then, after we lost the buzz wire game, they did it."

I wouldn't have believed a word if not for her swollen belly.

"I'm having Stevie's baby."


--

"Hey, you've reached Tim. I guess I'm busy or maybe I just don't like you. Leave a message and find out which."

BEEP.

"I guess I found out. We NEED to talk, Tim. I'm serious. Please call me back."

I hesitated.

"I..."

Fuck it. I ended the call and picked up the sinister business card.

Good luck pretending I don't exist now, buddy.

--

"Mmmmm..."

Okay, fine, you got me.

This time I knew who's arms I was waking up in. Just let me enjoy it for a moment, would you, before...

"Skye!?"

Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

I rolled over and smiled apologetically at Tim.

"Tell me you didn't do what I think you did..."

"I don't know how you want me to answer that question."

"For fucks sake, Skye!"

THWUNK!

The dazzling lights illuminated the huge hall. All around us couples groggily emerged from under their duvets.

"Is this because I didn't answer my phone?"

I shrugged.

"You could have sent a WhatsApp!"

"It's not about the fucking phone, Tim."

"So why the hell did you drag us back here?"

"It's you!" A voice called from behind Tim.

Tim and I turned to the bunk next to us where Akari was helping Grandpa sit up against his pillow. He smiled genially at us.

"You came back."

I nodded bashfully.

"It looks like a lot of people did."

Grandpa gestured towards the big screen that declared 83 teams were in the hall.

"You're right," I agreed, "looks like a lot of people had a tough time out there."

"Not me!" Tim cried, "I was doing just fine until last night!"

"Oh, get over yourself," I said, swinging my legs off the bunk, "it's always me me me with you. Well there's no I in team, pal."

"But there is in insemination."

My cheeks flushed angrily as I dropped down to the floor of the hall. Akari jumped down next to me and pointed at two figures in the crowd.

"Ai-eee! Even those brothers came back. I wonder if they saved their house?"

Another girl dropped down next to us. I recognised her hourglass figure immediately.

"Oh, hi."

"You're..."

"Ellie," she filled in, tugging the hem of her nightie to try and cover her long legs, "and this is Larry, my...Dad."

The silver-haired fox climbed down from the bunks and smiled at me and Akari.

"I'm glad to see you again, mister." Akari said, smiling seductively at Larry, causing Ellie to bristle.

"The old team," Larry said, putting an arm round Ellie, "back together."

"That's it!" An idea suddenly struck me. "Let's team up."

"I don't know," Ellie frowned at Akari, "we don't even know what games are coming up."

"Exactly! We'll be better prepared if we work together."

"I think it's a great idea," Akari said, winking at Larry.

Tim joined us, helping Grandpa down from his bunk.

"Can we really join you?" Grandpa asked hopefully.

"Sure," Larry chipped in, "you'll be the captain."

"That settles it," I put my hand in the middle of the group, "we're a team."

Grandpa was the first to put his hand on mine. Then Larry. Akari was quick to follow. Ellie didn't bother disguising her annoyance, rolling her eyes as she laid her hand on top next. Everyone looked at Tim.

"This doesn't mean I've forgiven you," Tim said, shooting daggers at me as he reluctantly put his hand on the pile.

--

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, Apollo and Riley were holding their own conference. 

"We'll take you in," Apollo offered smugly to the willowy Russian sisters, Zara and Antonia, "if you pay us tribute."

"Vat do you mean, tribute?" Zara sneered.

"A small gesture of loyalty," Riley said, stroking Zara's cheek.

"Why should ve be loyal to you?" Antonia asked, slapping away Riley hand.

"Because you don't stand a chance going solo in here," Apollo bragged, stepping close to Antonia and whispering in her ear, "but we have a man on the inside. He's going to give us the inside scoop."

Antonia and Zara shared a conflicted glance.

--

"Has it started already?!"

Tim gestured across the hall. We all turned to follow his gaze.

"That fucking pig!" Ellie cried.

"Easy, El." Larry tried to calm his daughter, "ignore him."

Easier said than done, I mused, watching with fascination as the Antonia slurped on Apollo's cock. Riley stood beside him, nightie hitched above her waist, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as Zara lapped at her pussy.

"I don't think this is a game," Tim said, "I think they're forming their own team."

"Should our team do that too?" Akari asked, looking hopefully at Larry.

"No!" Ellie stamped her foot.

"Ellie's right," Tim agreed, "that's not what we're about."

We turned away, trying fruitlessly to ignore Antonia's retching as Apollo forcefully fucked her throat.

--

"We should try to figure out what the next game will be."

Our team sat in a circle, finishing off the meagre rations distributed by the masked goons.

"How are we supposed to guess that?" Ellie sulked.

"Well, if I think about what we did last time, it's probably a kids game from back in the day." Grandpa offered.

"He's right," I agreed, "but there's so many games."

"Hop scotch, bucking broncho, limbo," Larry offered, "kiss chase."

"I hope it's that one," Akari giggled, scootching closer to Larry.

"Whatever it is," Tim jumped in before Ellie could kick up a fuss, "we'll help one another."

The gas was filling our lungs before we had time to agree. Then it was lights out, nighty night.

--

I work out, maybe not as much as I should do, but I know what a rowing machine looks like. And I know I don't like them. So I wasn't filled with joy when I woke up next to one.

I didn't mind what was positioned above it though.

Tim was groggily waking up. He was kneeling on a bench above the rowing machine fan. His hands were bound to a chain above his head and his ankles to the bench. A piston extended from the fan, through a hole in the bench, to a open-ended fleshlight circling his engorged cock.

My brother's erect cock.

I was staring at the exposed glans of my brother's cock. Purple and rigid. Perfectly shaped. Just the hint of moisture pooling at the tip.

Holy shit, I thought, it's even better than I imagined.

"Skye!"

Caught red handed, I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from Tim's cock.

"Are you okay?" Tim asked.

"I'm fine," I said, getting to my feet, "are you?"

"Ummm..."

"Right. Stupid question...Is that..." I glanced down at his hard cock, "because of me?"

"What? No! They must have drugged me."

I looked around.

The teams were aligned in a long line either side of us. Above each rowing machine hung a man with a chemically induced erection firmly encased in a fleshlight. A huge screen behind the rowing machines displayed avatars of each team in virtual rowing boats at the start line of a regatta.

"Daddy!"

The cry pulled my attention to the team a few places down from us. Ellie and Larry.

"It's okay, sweety," Larry placated as Ellie bounced over to him, "they haven't hurt me."

"But you're..."

Ellie trailed off, realising she was face to face with Larry's gently twitching cock.

"I'm fine, baby." Larry said with a little more urgency, "but you should maybe step back a little."

"Careful Larry," came Apollo's cocky drawl from the rowing machine next to him, "she bites."

I glanced with admiration at his beautiful black cock, understanding the source of his arrogance.

"Go fuck yourself, prick!" Ellie spat back.

"Contestants!"

The goon's voice blasted through hidden speakers.

"The second game is Row Row Row Your Boat. The player must move their virtual avatars across the finish line of the race within ten minutes without triggering their partner's orgasm. If a player orgasms, the team will receive a sixty second penalty."

"But...but...but..."

I recognised the nerdy girl stammering next to me. Lisa.

"I don't play sports!"

I glanced at her brother hunched above her rowing machine and gasped. A fleshlight was struggling to contain the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

A goliath. A donkey dong. This whopper had to be 12 inches and thick. Holy fuck was it thick. Where most of the cocks only had the tip protruding from the fleshlight, Dwight had a full six inches sticking out above the rowing machine.

"Those who complete the race within ten minutes without triggering an orgasm will proceed. The rest will be inseminated. Take your marks."

I sat on the seat of the rowing machine and reached forward for the handle. The motion put me face to face with my brother's cock.

To my left, Lisa was having to lean awkwardly to the side to avoid face planting her brother's schlong.

"Get ready."

I took up the slack on the machine, glancing to my right where Riley was licking her lips mere inches from Apollo's glans.

"Go!"

Eighty-three rowing machines heaved in unison with a synchronised whoosh.

Almost instantaneously, eighty-two men groaned with pleasure.

And one woman.

WHOOSH!

Zara moaned as a dildo rose up to penetrated her.

"Slow...down!" She gasped, wincing against the sudden intrusion, "I need a little varming up!"

"Vat about ze race?" Veronika slid forward on the slide of the rowing machine.

"Fuck ze race," Zara squirmed as the dildo slid out of her, "think about my pussy!"

"I'm trying not to."

WHOOSH!

"Golly gosh!"

The chains above Aberforth's head rattled as he struggled against the fleshlight's first pull on his well lubed shaft.

"All good, brother?" Hugo asked, pausing on his slide.

"Yah...Hunter-Thwaite's haven't lost a regatta in a hundred yahs."

"That's the spirit," Hugo cheered, pulling mightily on the handle, "Close your eyes and think of Henley!"

WHOOSH!

The fan on the machine rotated the piston, which dragged the fleshlight from the base of Tim's cock until it enveloped the head with a wet squelch at the end of my back stroke.

I paused for a heartbeat then began a slow return down the slide towards the cock that was emerging from the soft grip of the fleshlight.

The gleaming head reared up in front of me, closer and closer, until I hit the end of the slide with my face only a few inches away from it.

I looked up into the eyes of my brother.

His face wore a curious look as he stared down at his scantily clad sister. He seemed torn between disbelief, lust, and pain.

Tim nodded once in answer to my silent question, then tore his eyes away to look at the distant ceiling.

WHOOSH!

Lisa struggled woefully against the drag of the rowing machine, the resistance made greater by the vice-like grip of the fleshlight around Dwight's massive cock.

"Try shorter strokes," Dwight yelped, "increasing the stroke rate decreases the power required per stroke!"

"Why didn't I think of that," Lisa squeaked, "oh yeah..."

Pulling shorter strokes brought her closer to the front of the slide. Closer to the wobbling length of brother-cock.

WHOOSH!

Riley's powerful legs exploded away from the bottom of the slide, driving her avatar clear of the pack in the virtual race.

"Can you handle the pace, brother dearest?"

Apollo flashed his sister a daring smile as she glided back towards him. The fleshflight revealed the length of his throbbing cock.

"Do you worst."

WHOOSH!

"I'm tired Daddy!"

"Keep going baby," Larry encouraged his daughter, "nice and steady. And try not to look."

Ellie's nightie clung to her body, plastered to her heaving chest by the sweat running down her cleavage. Ellie gathered her breath at the bottom of the slide, glancing up at the angry cock twitching in her face.

"Does it hurt Daddy? It looks painful."

"It's...okay," Larry tried not to stare at the generous eyeful of cleavage on show beneath him, "don't worry about me."

WHOOSH!

"Uggghhh!"

A husky groan escaped Zara's throat as the dildo bottomed out inside her, mashing the silicon balls against her clit.

The toy glistened with the tell-tale signs of arousal as it slid from Zara, revealing her reluctant pleasure to her sister.

It had barely retracted before Veronika's next stroke hammered it back into her sisters dripping pussy.

WHOOSH!

Two minutes into the race, Zara's pussy wasn't the only thing dripping. Hugo winced as a dangling bead of pre-cum trailed across his face.

A quick glance up at the screen showed him that is avatar was neck and neck with Apollo and Riley's. A decade of public schooling showing its dividends as he rowed with expert technique.

Aberforth was less focused on his brothers flawless posture and more concerned with the fleshlight nudging him towards an explosive climax.

"Umm, Hugo, slight issue up here."

Hugo was too absorbed in a deeply ingrained need to win. Gritting his teeth, he heaved on the handle.

WHOOSH!

The thick musk of sex filled my nose as I slid towards Tim's cock. There was no disguising his arousal. Or mine.

I could feel the dampness on the seat beneath me and prayed that Tim kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling so he wouldn't see my glistening pussy lips each time they was exposed on the downward slide.

"How are we doing?" Tim asked without looking down.

"About halfway," I panted, "we've got four minutes left."

"Faster..." Tim grunted, as the fleshlight rippled over his sensitive cock, "you need to go faster."

"Are you sure? I mean," I paused, watching as a dribble of pre-cum splurged out of a cock that looked ready to pop, "can you hold it?"


"Just...do...it!"

WHOOSH!

Dwight's dong bashed Lisa's glasses clean off her face and sent them skittering across the floor.

The now nearly-blind girl pulled at the handle with quarter strokes that barely took her away from the wobbling mass of flesh ricocheting off her face.

"I'm sorry, Lisa."

"It's..."
bump

"not..."

thud

"your..."

slap

"fault..."

WHOOSH!

The fleshlight massaged Apollo's helmet as Riley tapped the handle back and forth with only her arms, focusing its ministrations on the sensitive collection of nerve endings. Apollo's well-defined abs clenched as spasm of pleasure shot through his body.

"Still enjoying this?" Riley jibed.

"Is that the best you've got?" Apollo grunted.

"I'm just getting started," Riley said, creeping down the slide, "bet your skanky ex never got you this hot."

WHOOSH!

"Screw you!" Ellie yelled, forgetting her father and the race for a moment.

"Careful Ellie!"

Larry's voice brought Ellie back to the task at hand. The veins on in her father's temple stood out prominently and his face was a mask of pain. "Wait a moment!" He warned.

"But, Daddy, the race! If we don't finish they'll put your cream in me," Ellie lowered her voice to an urgent whisper, "they'll make me have your baby."

Larry growled. His cock jumped at his daughter's words, dripping more pre-cum onto her already splattered face. He squeezed even muscle in his body, suppressing his orgasm with every fibre of his being.

WHOOSH!

The dildo glided easily in and out of Zara's dripping pussy. She'd given up struggling against it long ago and thrust her hips down to meet each exquisite thrust. Veronika's relentless stroking had pushed all reason from her mind. All Zara knew was that she needed release.

"Faster!" Zara begged, "faster!"

Veronika, misunderstanding her sisters urgings, redoubled her efforts.

"Yesssssss!!"

A splash of liquid soaked Veronika's face. Astonished, she looked up in time to see the dildo forced out of her sister's spasming pussy by the pressure of the next spray of squirt.

WHOOSH!

At the same moment, Hugo was receiving an unexpected drenching all of his own. Aberforth's cock bulged and pulsed, spurting lashings of pearly cum over his brother's face.

"What ho!" Hugo cried, shielding his face with his hands from the next spray of jism.

The handle clattered into the rowing machine but it no longer mattered, the brothers' avatar had crossed the finish line and not a moment too soon. As Hugo gave Aberforth his very first facial, two minutes remained on the clock.

WHOOSH!

Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers. Exhausted relatives were receiving creamy facials all around me. But I only had eyes for the cock pulsing ominously three inches from my lips.

I knew that all I had to do was lean forward and guide that twitching spear of flesh into my willing mouth and it would be game over. And, boy, did I want to do it. I'm pretty sure Tim did too, judging by the noises he was making.

But Tim clung on heroically.

I've got to give it to the guy, I've never seen stamina like it. Tim thrust his hips into the fleshlight as it worked his overstimulated cock but somehow held himself on the precipice of an orgasm that both of us wanted.

"Nearly...there..." he muttered, eyes forced tightly shut.

WHOOSH!

Lisa's face was a streaky mess. Strands of pre-cum cobwebbed her face making her look like a poorly iced birthday cake.

"How long, Lisa?"

She squinted up at the virtual race. The avatars were a blur and the numbers on the timer difficult to distinguish.

"I'm not sure."

Lisa had given up trying to avoid the pulsating slab of brother-cock. Some things are simply too big to ignore. She rested for a moment with the hot flesh pressed against her cheek.

"I don't know if I can keep going," Lisa panted.

"You have to otherwise..." Dwight trailed off. The siblings both looked at the fertile liquid dripping from the tip of his well-worked cock. The implication was clear to them both.

WHOOSH!

"How long?" Apollo grunted.

"Ninety-seconds," Riley purred, "need me to slow down a little?"

Riley coasted to the front of the slid, bringing her knees up to her beautiful teardrop breasts and exposing her slightly parted pussy to her brother's gaze. Apollo noted his sisters clit standing proud.

"I could do this all day." Apollo bragged.

"Good," Riley emphasised the word with a powerful stroke that sent tremors through Apollo's body, "because we finished the race thirty seconds ago."

"You little..."

Apollo never finished his insult. Riley shot forward on the slide, extending as far forward as she could reach, and opened her mouth wide to accept her brother's perfect cock head.

WHOOSH!

"I fucking knew it!" Ellie screamed as she watched Apollo unload into his sisters willing mouth.

"Focus Ellie," Larry warned, "keep your eyes on me."

Ellie reluctantly dragged her eyes away from Apollo's orgasmic throes. Her gaze settled on her father's quivering cock.

"Up here." Larry chided.

But Ellie couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Not as long as Apollo, she mused, but thicker. She wondered how it would feel stretching her open. If it would even fit inside her tight...

"Ellie!"

"It looks painful, Daddy."

"I'll survive," Larry writhed as the fleshlight worked his shaft in response to another of Ellie's laboured strokes, "but you need to give it everything you've got now. You're nearly there, baby girl."

"But Daddy, it looks like it's going to pop."

"Don't worry about that, there's no time. Just row. Row!"

WHOOSH!

Another gush of squirt soaked Veronika's body as Zara spasmed through another orgasm.

"Another one?" Veronika asked, wiping her sister's cum from her lips.

"Don't...fucking...stop..." Zara commanded, wiggling her hips in an attempt to guide the dildo back into her dripping pussy but inadvertently positioning the flared tip of the toy against her winking asshole.


Heedless of her sister's peril, Veronika pulled angrily at the handle and drove the dildo into her sisters guts.

WHOOSH!

"Ten seconds," I shouted, pulling with my last ounce of energy to power our avatar toward the finish line, "just hang in there, Tim!"

Nine.

The fleshlight glided along my brother's beautiful shaft, drawing out another glob of pre-cum.

Eight.

Tim shuddered as the silicon enveloped his glans with a wet squelch.

Seven.

Our avatar cruised towards the finish line. A few more strokes.

Six.

Something wet splattered against my lips. For a moment I feared the worst but a quick glance at Tim assured me it was only pre-cum.

Five.

My brother's pre-cum on my lips. Of course I tasted it. It was fucking delicious.

Four.

"Yes!" I screamed as our avatar crossed the line.

"We did it, Tim! Tim?"

Three

Tim's cock was jumping erratically. I noticed, for the first time, how his heavy balls had tightened in anticipation of release.

Two.

"No, Tim!" I cried, realising our danger.

One.

Every muscle strained in Tim's gorgeous body. The tendons in his neck stood out painfully. He was on the edge.

And a part of me desperately wanted him to let go, to give up the fight, and shower me in his sperm.

But somehow, miraculously, incredibly, he didn't. The moment passed. The game was over. We'd made it through to the next round.

Not everyone was so lucky. I looked around at the sobbing, cum soaked faces of those who had misjudged their partners limits. Or those collapsed in exhaustion beside their rowing machines. There were a lot of them.

"We did it, Daddy!"

I glanced over to see Ellie smiling up Larry.

"Daddy?"

But Larry was suffering a similar agony to Tim moments before and incapable of speech.

"Another unsatisfied customer," Riley called over to Ellie, "send him my way next time and I'll make sure he's taken care of properly."

"I knew it," Ellie yelled back, "I knew you two were fucking around behind my back!"

Riley shrugged provocatively. "Don't get mad at me if YOU can't keep your man happy,"

The words seemed to cut Ellie deeply. She visibly wilted, suddenly aware and ashamed of the way her sweat soaked nightie clung to her ample curves.

Sure, Ellie could be a ball ache, but she was still my team mate and I wasn't going to let some brother sucking ho mess with my chances of getting through this nightmare.

"I hope your brother is just as happy changing diapers," I yelled at Riley, "because it looks like you picked the wrong team mates."

Riley's smirk dropped from her face as we watched the time penalties log on the scoreboard, sending Veronika and Zara's avatar all the way back to the start line of the race.

--

The mood was subdued as the goons corralled us to the communal showers where the lucky ones washed off the sweat and pre-cum from the game.

The unlucky ones were led away. Some screamed. Some cried. Some accepted their fate silently. However they went, we never saw them again.

Fresh silk nighties waited for us as we emerged from the steaming showers. I slipped into one and took stock of the despondent group of women around me.

I saw Lisa and brightened at the familiar face.

"You made it." I smiled, walking over to her.

"Oh, right, yeah," Lisa mumbled, quickly slipping her nightie over her head in an attempt to hide her slender frame.

"Not everyone was so lucky," Ellie said forlornly as she joined us, "has anyone seen Akari?"

"Hiya!"

Right on cue, Akari skipped over to us.

"What a blast! These wackos sure have a freaky imagination. I can't wait to find out what they've got in store for us next."

"That's it!" An idea suddenly struck me. "We're to find out what the next game is ahead of time!"

"How?" Ellie asked.

I pulled the girls into a close huddle.

"Did you notice the steam vents above the showers? I reckon Akari is small enough to slip inside. Then she could explore the ventilation system and find out what's going on behind the scenes!"

"We'd never get away with it," Lisa said, "the goons would see us."

"We'll make an excuse to go to the bathroom tonight. One of us will distract the chaperone while the other two give Akari a foot-up to the vent."

"It's insane." Ellie dismissed.

"And so risky." Lisa added.

"I fucking love it!" Akari clapped her hands excitedly. "Go team!"

--

Tim slept with his back to me. He'd barely said a word to me since we got back to the dormitory hall before climbing to our bunk and hiding beneath the duvet.

"Tim," I whispered, "please speak to me."

"What is there to talk about?" He grunted over his shoulder.

"I don't know," I reached round and tried to slip my hand into his but he shook me off, "please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not, it's fine, just go to sleep."

"I'm sorry, okay, it was stupid to call the number again, I admit it."

Tim suddenly rolled over to face me.

"Stupid? It was goddamn reckless! It was fucking psychotic, is what it was! What were you thinking?"

Our faces were inches apart, our bodies almost touching.

"I missed you," the words tumbled out of me, "I..."

"Does it still hurt, Daddy?"

Tim and I heard Ellie's quiet voice from the bunk below.

"It's okay, Daddy. I want to help. It's only fair."

Tim opened his mouth to say something but I silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Does that feel better, Daddy?"

The unmistakable sound of fapping reached our bunk. My wide eyes stared into Tim's.

"How does it feel, Daddy? Am I doing it right?"

I closed my eyes and imagined the silver-fox and his curvaceous daughter only a few feet below me and felt my nipples tightening.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to, Daddy! It slipped."

My eyes shot open. Where had it slipped?

"Just a little bit can't hurt. Please, Daddy, it feels nice."

I noticed Tim's eyes staring at the outlines of my nipples jutting through the sheer silk.

"Oh, god, Daddy."

Something wet nudged my thigh. Tim jerked his hips backwards as I peered between our bodies but it was no use, the bunk was simply too small to separate us and the hard cock that had slipped from the opening in his silk boxer shorts bounced against my naked thighs again.

The fapping was louder and accompanied by a wet sloshing.

"It's okay," I whispered, holding my brother's cheek in my hand, "it's only natural."

"Do it, Daddy. Cum for me."

I kissed Tim gently on the lips.

"Yes, Daddy!"

I took Tim's hand in mine. This time he didn't pull away and followed as I rolled over so that my back pressed firmly against his solid chest with his arm draped across my chest. I snuggled backwards into his embrace and felt his firm cock nestle against the silk covering my plump ass.

"Daddy!" Ellie cried beneath us.

"It's okay," I whispered to Tim again, "I love you."
Sib Games Ch. 03
Skye will do anything for her brother's forgiveness.
I slept soundly in my brother's arms that night, dreaming of a time years before. A time when we'd been children together. In the dream, our older sister, Amber, was reading a bedtime story to us as she often did.

The scary stories were Tim's favourite. Even though they terrified me, I'd join in when he begged Amber to read the one about the siblings lost in the woods.

"Please, Amber. We promise we won't be scared."

"Yeah, we promise." I'd echo, schooching closer to my brother and trying to hide the mounting dread inside me, "please!"

Amber would sit on the edge of Tim's bed and offer us a tray of freshly baked cookies and a glass of milk.

"I don't know, mum and dad will be mad if you can't sleep again."

"Pleeeeeease!"

"Alright, alright, I'll read you a scary one but you've got to promise to look after Skye when she gets scared."

"I won't get scared," I'd complain, knowing full well that I would.

"I'll protect Skye," Tim would always declare, puffing out his chest and wrapping an arm round my shoulders, "always."

"Okay then. Don't say I didn't warn you though because this is a really creepy one. Once upon a time..."

Those were happier days, snuggled with my brother eating cookies and drinking milk. Days when I believed my brother could protect me from the monsters. And maybe he still could. But could he protect me from myself?

--

"Wake up."

Someone was gently shaking me awake. I groaned sleepily, not wanting the dream to end.

"Shhhh!" the person shaking me hushed me and shook me a little more forcefully. "It's time. You need to get up."

Getting up was the last thing I wanted to do. It was warm and cosy spooned against Tim. More importantly, his firm cock was still hotdogged between my butt cheeks. Only the thin silk nightie separated our skin.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. It was still dark in the hall but the orange glow of the digits on the big screen above the hangar doors cast enough light for me to make out the girl peering over the edge of our bunk. It was Akari.

"What time is it?" I mumbled.

"Damned if I know. The lights have been out for a few hours. Everyone else is asleep. It's time."

I reluctantly wiggled out of my brother's embrace, careful not to wake him, and silently followed Akari down the bunk bed ladder.

Ellie and Lisa were waiting at the bottom. I cast an apprising eye over Ellie, hoping to see some clue as to the noises we had heard from her bunk hours before.

"What?" Ellie hissed sassily.

"Nothing. " I shrugged.

"Are you sure about this?" Lisa twisted the hem of her nightie anxiously, "what if we get caught?"

"We won't," Akari insisted, "Skye has a plan."

"I do?"

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you have a plan."

"I mean, I do." I agreed, feigning a confidence that I really didn't feel.

"So, what is it?"

"Do you remember those air vents in the showers? Ellie, you and I are going to hoist Akari up into one."

"What about the guard, I suppose he's just going to stand there and watch?" Ellie bitched.

"We'll tell him Akari isn't feeling good. Say we need to go with her. We'll tell him it's girl problems."

Akari nodded. "That usually works."

"And when we don't come back? What then?" Ellie pressed.

"That's where Lisa comes in. She's going to keep him busy."

"Why me?" Lisa whimpered.

"It has to be Akari in the vent, she's the only one small enough, and you're not strong enough or tall enough to help get her up there. No offence." I added belatedly.

"None taken, I'm used to it. But," Lisa wilted with anxiety, "I'm no good at talking to boys. They can sense fear."

"You'll be fine. If he gets bored just flash him some tit." Ellie pressed her arms either side of her ample chest and squeezed them together. "Normally works for me."

"But...but...but...I don't look like you!" Lisa self-consciously folder her arms across small breasts.

I patted Lisa on the shoulder. "Boobs aren't the be all and end all."

"That's easy for you to say." Lisa whined.

"It's true," Akari added, "lot's of guys just like ass. I can't tell you the number of times I've had a guy worshipping my assehole. They lose their minds for that shit."

We all stared, open mouthed at Akari.

"What? It's true, men are pathetic!"

"She's right," I said, picking up on Akari's lead, "just be confident."

"But I'm not confident. I'm terrified." Lisa sniffled, "I've never been with a boy before."

"What?" All three of us asked in unison.

Lisa shrugged. "I get clammy. I say stupid things. My therapist says I lack mental fortitude. We're working on it."

Ellie suddenly grabbed Lisa by the shoulders. "Look at me. No, up here, not at my feet, look into my eyes."

A strangled yelp escaped Lisa's lips before she hurriedly looked away from Ellie.

"Nu-uh," Ellie insisted, grasping Lisa's chin and forcing her to look into her eyes, "shoulders back, head up, and listen carefully. Men are dumb, simple creatures ruled by their cocks. You, my sweet angel, are a cut above. Look at you. If those aren't the most perfect little titties I've ever seen. What are you, 32 BB?"

Lisa nodded bashfully then squealed as Ellie's hand released her chin and cupped one of her breasts through her silk nightie.

"Fucking flawless, the perfect handful. There's not a shred of fat on you. Those legs! Seriously girl, how do you do it? Like, zero wobble."

Ellie spun Lisa around, causing her nightie to balloon upwards over her waist. Lisa yanked the billowing material down but not before we caught a glimpse of her hairless pussy.

"Jesus, did you see that pussy? I've never seen such a tight little thing. You're a full house. Isn't that right, girls?"

"You're a ten." I agreed.

"I want to eat you up." Akari giggled.

"Stop making fun of me." Lisa said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Listen, honey," Ellie said, taking Lisa by the shoulders again, "we're being deadly serious. But here's the thing. It doesn't matter what you look like if you don't BELIEVE you're beautiful. Because nothing is sexier than a confident woman. So let me ask, are you beautiful?"

"I...I...I guess..." Lisa stammered.

"I didn't catch that."

"I guess." Lisa squeaked.

"You guess what?"

"I...I...I'm beautiful."

"Atta girl!"

Ellie spun Lisa round and, with a swift spank on her pert little behind, shoved her towards the guard standing duty on the other side of the hall.

"Do you think that worked?" I whispered to Ellie.

"Not a chance," Ellie whispered back, "we're royally fucked."

--

"Almost...there..."

Ellie and I stood face to face, one of Akari's feet on each of our shoulders as she wobbled above and attempted to open the grate covering the air vent.

I glanced towards the door that lead to the dormitory hall, sure that we were seconds from being rumbled by a suspicious guard. Whatever Lisa was doing, it seemed to be keeping the guard busy. For the moment.

"I need a little more height." Akari hissed down to us.

Ellie and I looked up to check on Akari's progress and were greeted with a front row seat of her puffy pussy lips and jiggling ass. We jerked our heads back down in unison.

"Bitch, we can't get much higher." Ellie grumbled.

"Just...couple...inches..."

Ellie and I stepped towards each other, narrowing the base of our little pyramid and elevating Akari's position enough for her to shift the grate. I tried to ignore Ellie's thick nipples as they rubbed against my boobs but I couldn't help admiring, not for the first time, her gorgeous fucking tits.

"Got it!"

Suddenly the weight on our shoulders disappeared as Akari lifted herself into the air vent. I stepped back from Ellie and looked up at the dark hole above us where Akari's smiling face was just about visible.

"Keep the coast clear, okay?"

Then Akari was swallowed by the darkness. The room fell silent apart from the metallic thuds that marked Akari's progress through the air vent above us.

"What do we do now?" Ellie asked.

"I guess we wait."

--

We sat in silence with our backs against the shower walls.

"So what's the deal with you two?"

"Huh?"

"You and your dad," I continued, "you seem pretty close."

Ellie bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just curious. Why'd you come back here?"

"Why did any of us come back? Money. My dad needs knee surgery. Shrapnel blew the first one to pieces in Afghanistan and the replacement is due a refurb."

"It's a big risk for a new knee."

"I'd do anything for my daddy. He was there for me after Apollo did...well, he was there when no one else was. I owe him."

I looked over Ellie with a newfound respect. "You're alright, you know."

"Gee, thanks." Ellie snorted sarcastically.

"Sure, you can be an entitled twerp but you've got cajones," I punched her lightly on the arm, "I respect that."

"How about you? What are you in for?"

I shrugged. "I'm not even sure I know anymore. I thought it was the money but... do you ever feel like your life is going nowhere? Like you just need to tear it up and start again?"

"Nope."

"Figures." I sighed, "Forget about it."

We lapsed into silence again as Ellie shifting her legs together awkwardly.

"I heard you," I began, "earlier..."

Ellie froze. "What are you talking about?"

"Relax. Look where we are. Who the fuck am I do judge?"

"I don't know what you mean." Ellie folded her arms defensively under her breasts, forcing them up against the straining silk nightie.

"In the bunk. With Larry." Ellie's stubborn refusal to fess up made me roll my eyes before mimicking her sickly sweet voice, "Does it hurt Daddy?"

Ellie snapped her head round. "You bitch..."

"Shhh!" I hushed her, raising my hands, "chill out. I'm not judging. I'm just curious. Have you two, you know, been doing IT long?"

"NO!" Ellie hissed, "that was the first... I mean...we haven't... it's not what you think."

"So how is it? 'Cus it sounded like..."

"Well it wasn't! Alright!" Ellie dropped her head into her hands. "It was that fucking game. The fleshlight. He was in agony."

I remembered Tim's throbbing erection as he valiantly fought off the orgasm I had nearly induced during the last game. "Yeah, I get that."

"And it didn't go down after the game. It was rock solid when we got back to the bunk. Whatever they gave him...I dunno...he needed some relief."

"Tim was the same way," I confirmed, "poor guy would have put a hole in the mattress if he rolled over."

Ellie laughed, "Exactly, you know how guys get when they're like that."

I laughed with her. "It's ALL they can think about."

"And it was just there, between us, bouncing around, and I knew neither of us were going to get any sleep."

"I get it, your dad's a handsome man."

Ellie peered at me between her fingers. It was a strange look, like she wasn't sure if I was poking fun or if I really meant it. I decided to ease her suspicions. "And those boxer shorts are useless at keeping it tucked away."

"Who's fucking idea was silk boxer shorts?" Ellie agreed, softening.

"The same pervert who thought up a buzz wire vibrator!" I laughed, "still, it's a big leap from a painful erection to screwing your daughter."

"We didn't...do that..." Ellie insisted, "but I knew I couldn't leave him that way. Like I said, I owe him. So I gave him what he needed."

"What all men want..." I chimed in.

"A slutty daughter," Ellie whispered. "I reached down and held it. My dad's cock. Can you imagine how crazy that feels? It's fricking insane just saying it. But I did, Skye, I was kind of tentative to begin with."

"What was it like?" I asked, unable to hide my intrigue.

"This probably won't surprise you but I've seen a few cocks."

"A few?" I asked ironically.

"Bitch," Ellie swatted my arm playfully, causing her tits to jiggle against the thin nightie. As I watched them straining against the material, I noticed how her nipples poked out prominently. Whatever she said, I knew she was enjoying reliving her adventure.

"Anyway, his is up there with the best. Not as long as Apollo but thick, you know, I couldn't get my hand all the way round the fucker. Nice."

"Sometimes you just want to be stretched." I agreed.

"Exactly. It caught me off guard a little. I'd seen it, obviously, but touching it..." Ellie trailed off.

"A different kettle of fish."

"For sure. But it didn't take me long to get my mojo back. He's my Dad and all but there's professional pride, you know?"

I nodded, imagining how I'd want Tim to experience the best of my talents if the tables were turned.

"Daddy got all awkward on me. I could feel him tensing up. But part of him was enjoying it, there was no doubt about that. It was like a leaky faucet down there. I rubbed it around the tip with my thumb, the way guys like, but it kept on coming."

"I could hear it."

"Right. It was getting pretty sloppy. But Daddy was freezing up and my wrist was getting tired. I knew I had to distract him, so I flashed him the puppies." Ellie shook her chest to demonstrate.

"You showed him your boobs?" I gasped.

"Uhuh," Ellie nodded, "I pulled the straps off my shoulders and popped the girls out. He tried to look away so I rolled partly onto his chest. Good luck ignoring these when they're in your face, buddy. One of my legs was over his waist, which made it kind of difficult to stroke his...well...you know."

I could feel a dampness between my thighs and could only nod, afraid my arousal would be evident in my voice if I spoke.

"But I'm a trier. I managed. I was kinda reaching over my hip, blindly jerking him, and I guess I misjudged it because I suddenly felt him on my...my..."

"Pussy?" I offered, breathily.

"I swear it was an accident. But I thought Daddy was going to jump right out of the bed when his cock brushed against my hot wet..."

"Wet?" I probed.

Ellie looked up at the ceiling. "Can you blame me?"

"No..."

"That first time was an accident but the more it slipped against my lips the better it felt. I'll admit it, I wanted more. My fricking clit needed it. So I shimmied down his body a little and starting jerking him directly against my pussy."

"Is that when it went in?" I asked, desperate for more.

"What? No. But I suppose that's what Daddy thought I was angling for. I suddenly felt his hand on my neck. He wasn't trying trying to hurt me, he'd never hurt me, but he wasn't playing around either. He was drawing a line. A boundary. The trouble is..."

Ellie closed her eyes tightly and whispered so quietly I almost couldn't hear her next words. "I like it rough."

This girl keeps finding ways to surprise me, I thought, watching her chest move in time with her shallow breathing.

"I was so wet. And so was Daddy. It was just all mixing down there. Me and him. A little lower and he would have glided right in, no doubt. But Daddy held me in place. I'm sure he didn't mean to but he was choking me just a little. Exactly how I like it."

"Fuck." I muttered.

"I could feel him twitching in my hand. Just like he had in the rowing game when he nearly..."

I remembered the way Tim's balls clenched viciously as he teetered on the precipice of his orgasm.

"...and I wanted that for him. He deserved it, Skye. He needed it. Fuck it, I'll admit it, so did I. So I told him."

"Do it, Daddy." I repeated Ellie's words back to her, "Cum for me."

"There was so much of it, Skye. So fucking much and it just kept coming. He was pointing right at my clit when it started. Have you ever had a guy cum on your clit, Skye?"

I shook my head jealously.

"It's a blast, let me tell you. The heat and the pressure and the goddam taboo of it. I lost control for a moment there."

"You came together?"

Ellie dropped her chin to her chest and clasped her head in her hands once again.

"It's okay, Ellie. I don't think any less of you."

She looked at me. "You don't?"

I shook my head.

"You sure?" She said, standing and stepping in front of me.

I gazed up at her, confused. "No."

Ellie slowly lifted the nightie over her tanned thighs, spreading her legs just enough that I could see the streaks of dried cum on the inside of her thighs.

"Holy fuck..." I muttered, as the nightie rose higher and higher, exposing an unfathomable amount of ejaculate on her pillowy legs, until Ellie lifted it the final few inches above her waist.

Two foot away, right at my eye level, Ellie's pussy was glistening. Her arousal was obvious. As were the signs of her father's orgasm. Her entire pussy was caked in cum, which flaked off as she dipped her fingers to a wet lips.

--

"What's going on in here?!"

The hem of Ellie's nightie dropped below her waist in the same instant that both of our heads whipped round to the goon standing in the door to the shower room.

"We...It's not...Lost..." Ellie and I stammered out a train of half-baked excuses until the goon raised the barrel of his gun. We fell instantly silent.

"I know exactly what's going on here."

"You do?" I asked, cold with dread.

"I've seen it before."

"You have?" Ellie gulped.

"Go on," we flinched as the goon jerked his weapon at us, "don't let me stop you."

Ellie and I shared a look of utter bemusement.

"We don't have all night, you know, so get to it. Eat that pussy, bitch!"

"Oh no, we weren't..." Ellie started before the goon waved his weapon at us again.

"I said, eat it!" He barked.

Ellie looked down at me with a question on her lips but I cut her off before she could drop us in any deeper shit.

"Do what he asks," I whispered, rocking forward onto my knees and raising my eyebrows towards the open vent above our heads.

"Oh...okay..." Ellie stuttered, lifting the hem of her nightie and revealing her cummy thighs again.

I'd never been with a girl. Not that I'm against it or anything. I've thought about it, of course I have. Come pretty close, once or twice. But it's one thing indulging in a little fantasy and another thing eating out your first pussy.

Another thing entirely.

My heart beat fast and loud in my chest as Ellie lifted the nightie over her waist. The evidence of her recent arousal was still clear to see on her shining, engorged lips. I shifted forward and placed my hands against her soft thighs.

I risked a glance towards the goon. He had lowered his weapon and was leaning casually against the doorframe. Ready to enjoy the show, the bastard.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of Ellie's arousal, then leaned forward to close the space between us.

Ellie gasped loudly as my lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin at the crease between her thigh and the edge of her vulva. I kissed the spot softly and felt her muscles tensing beneath my hands. I teased the flesh on either side of her lips, tilting my head left the right, delaying the moment when I'd have to focus on the hot, wet folds of Ellie's sex.

But I couldn't put it off forever. Not with the goon leering over us. I knew I had to buy time for Akari. It had to be believable.

The flavour was intense and immediate. Strawberries, I mused, as my tongue parted her slick lips.

I dragged my tongue the length of her pussy, flicking her engorged clit in the same way I'd enjoyed a hundred times myself.

Ellie twisted the nightie in her palms as I rolled my tongue around her clit. A soft whine escaped her lips.

It was enough to distract me from the menacing presence of the goon. I kissed her clit more passionately and was rewarded with another begrudging whine.

I shifted my hands to the back of Ellie's thighs, pulling her softly towards me in an attempt to communicate the urgent need to put on a show for the goon. She stiffened against my touch, pulling back, until I penetrated her tight hole with my stiff tongue.

Another moan, less reluctant, and Ellie's legs parted slightly wider around my head.
Encouraged, I slowly worked my tongue deeper inside her. My hands crept up, to the pronounced curve of her butt, then higher, until I had two handfuls of Ellie's cushiony flesh.

"Heya!"

We all whipped out heads round to the voice calling out from behind the goon.

Silhouetted in the dark was a petite figure. One I recognised instantly. Akari!

"There's someone looking for you." Akari said in her sing song voice

"Me?" The goon stuttered.

"Uhuh. Masked guy, wears a jump suit?"

"Shit!" Exclaimed the goon, "the boss! All of you, back to the dormitory. Now!"

I hustled towards the door, wiping Ellie's juice from my chin, and glanced at Ellie. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see her the flush in her cheeks.

"Don't let me catch you in here again!" the goon prodded with the barrel of his weapon.

"How did you..." Ellie began, as soon as we entered the dorm.

"Shhh!" Akari hissed, "I'll tell you later."

--

Ellie's sweet taste was in my mouth for the rest of the night.

I barely slept a wink, replaying the events over and over, feeling the heat spreading between my legs as I relived my first gay experience.

There was no denying it, it had been a thrill.

--

"So, how did you get away with it?"

Our team crowded around Ellie and Larry's bunk, prodding at our rations unenthusiastically as we waited for the report from Akari's midnight reconnaissance.

Akari perched beside Larry, swing her legs childishly as she revelled in being the centre of attention, much to Ellie's obvious disdain. Tim and I sat opposite, beside Lisa and Dwight on their bunk. Grandpa leaned over the edge of his bunk, listening from above with a curious smile.

"Can you settle?" Ellie complained, shuffling closer to her father, "you're making me anxious."

Ignoring Ellie's jibe, Akari smiled smugly.

"It was nothing. I was about call down to you from the vent when I saw the goon enter the shower room, so I followed the ventilation tunnel to the bathrooms and jimmied open a vent in there."

"You were the the whole time?" Ellie gasped, "why didn't you stop him sooner?!"

Akari shrugged infuriatingly.

"Why," Tim asked curiously, "what happened when the goon found you?"

"Nothing!" Ellie and I yelped in unison.

"He just quizzed us a while," I offered, prickling with a sudden heat.

"Sweated us a little," Ellie confirmed.

"Anyway, that's not important," I jumped in, "what did you find out there?"

"This place is a labyrinth. I got pretty spun around in the vents. I'll admit it, I nearly gave up. But then..." Akari trailed off dramatically.

"What happened then?" Dwight asked, his voice breaking pathetically.

"Then I smelled it."

"What?" I demanded, my hand unconsciously falling onto Tim's knee as I leaned towards Akari.

"Cookies!"

Tim shifted sideways, edging his knee away from my hand.

"Cookies?" Tim asked.

"Our family used to run a bakery, isn't that right Grandpa?"

We all looked up at Grandpa who was smiling gummily. "Oh yes. My pops was a baker. And his pops before him."

"So I know freshly baked cookies when I smell them." Akari continued.

"Big deal," Ellie shrugged, "they were making cookies, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Maybe it's part of the next game?" Lisa suggested.

"You were SUPPOSED to be keeping watch!" Ellie hissed.

Lisa wilted under the sudden scolding. "I...I...I'm sorry! I told you I'm not good with boys."

"I'll deal with you later," Ellie threatened, "right now we need to get a jump on the next game."

I sighed. "And we're no closer than when we started."

"We know they're baking cookies," Larry said, "that's something."

"Maybe it's an eating contest?" Dwight offered.

"How is that sexy?" Ellie demanded.

"We might have to eat them off our partners bodies?" Tim suggested.

Larry looked mournfully at the gruel in his bowl. "I hope so."

"Attention contestants!" The harsh voice on the PA system shocked our small group. "For the next game, teams must pair up with another team. You have five minutes to make your selection."

"Should we break up and find other teams?" Dwight asked.

"No," Tim insisted, "if we're together, we can help each other."

"We're a team," Akari put her arm around Larry, "and teams stick together."

Ellie hooked her arm through Larry's and dragged him along the bunk away from Akari. "I want to go with Skye."

Akari flashed Ellie a mocking grin, "I bet you do."

Before Ellie could rise to the bait, Tim stepped in. "It should be random. That's the only way it's fair."

"I agree," echoed Larry, ripping a chunk from the bread roll on his plate "let's draw lots."

Larry stood, holding both hands behind his back, and turned to Grandpa. "As the eldest, you can chose. Bread you're with Tim and Skye, no bread you're with me and Ellie."

"Hmmm..." Grandpa scratched his bristly chin, "I think...left!"

Larry took his left hand from behind his back and held his fist out to Grandpa. "Sure?"

"Certain."

Larry opened his fist, revealing his empty palm.

"Daddy!" Ellie groaned, rolling her eyes at Akari clapping excitedly.

"Contestants, make your way to the doors!"

--

The goons herded us to a room dimly lit by the soft glow from stars and planets stencilled onto the walls and ceiling. The floor was shag carpet, littered with plump cushions and snug beanbags. Beside mounds of soft furnishings were plates of cookies and empty glasses.

We wandered into the room cautiously, gathering in our small groups of four as we surveyed the strange surroundings.

"Contestants!"

The goon's voice boomed through the speakers.

"The third game is Milk and Cookies. The players must consume their milk and cookies within ten minutes. All members of the team must complete the game within ten minutes for the players to progress to the next round. If one pair does not complete the game, all players in the team will be inseminated."


"But we don't have any milk!" A voice complained.

"I think...I think..." Tim muttered, "I think we have to make our own."

I shot a look of astonishment at Tim. "You mean..."

"What does he mean?" Lisa squeaked.

Tim nodded uncertainly. "I think we have to..."

"Players, take your positions!"

"Come on," Tim led me, Lisa and Dwight towards a vacant beanbag beside two plates of cookies, "we don't have time for questions."

I glanced to my right and saw Akari pulling Larry towards a pile of cushions nearby. Ellie trudged sullenly with Grandpa.

"Tim," I began, "you don't mean...?"

Tim nodded slowly.

"Contestants, go!"

Dwight and Lisa stared at Tim with utter confusion.

"What do we do?" Dwight squeaked.

A slurping suddenly drew our attention to a group nearby. Aberforth and Hugo were reclined shoulder-to-shoulder on a beanbag while two sisters bobbed their heads up and down on their laps.

"This is more like it, yah bro?" Hugo smiled, resting his arms behind his head.

"Ruddy good game, this one!" Aberforth agreed, thrusting into the mouth of the blonde twin gagging on his cock.

"NO!" A sudden scream made us all look round to Ellie and Akari's group. Ellie was on her knees at Larry's feet, clawing at his hands. "Please don't make me do it, Daddy. I don't want to!"

"We have to, honey." Larry consoled.

"It's not so bad!" Akari laughed.

"You would say that," Ellie snarled, "this is what you've wanted all along!"

Akari shrugged and pulled Larry away from his desolate daughter. Akari dropped to her knees and whipped Larry's boxer shorts to his ankles in one swift motion.

--

"I can't...I've never..." Lisa looked around at the oral ministrations taking place all around us, "I don't know how..."

Tim took the stammering virgin by the hand and guided her onto the beanbag beside him. Staring into Lisa's frantic eyes, Tim gently pushed a lock of hair from her face and held her cheek. "I'll teach you. It'll be okay, just breath."

Tim guided Lisa through three deep breaths. "Ready?"

Lisa nodded uncertainly. "Okay..."

I watched with mounting jealousy as Tim slipped out of his boxer shorts. Lisa started to shimmy out of her nightie but Tim pushed the shoulder strap back over the shoulder. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"You mean it?"

Tim nodded, smiling kindly.

"It's not that you're not...I do think you're..."

"You don't have to explain," Tim said gently, "I get it. Just lay back and let me show you."

My stomach dropped as I watched Tim straddle Lisa's chest and stroke his thickening cock over her face.

"Ummm," Dwight's croak pulled my attention from my brother, "Skye?"

"Holy fuck, Dwight!" I exclaimed, suddenly noticing that he'd removed his boxers and stood naked beside me.

That's when the scale of the task dawned on me.

Dwight's horse cock stood proudly, all twelve inches of it swaying hypnotically. My shock startled Dwight, who fruitlessly tried to hide the throbbing member behind his inadequate hands.

"I'm sorry! I just thought..."

"Don't..." I began, unable to take my eyes off the freakishly large cock made to look even bigger by his skinny frame, "you just caught me by surprise."

Mesmerised, I dropped to my knees and circled Dwight's cock with my hands. It took both hands at full stretch to enclose the pulsing piece of meat. It suddenly dawned on me that I'd never fit anything that big in my mouth before. I didn't even know if I could.

Dwight misinterpreted my hesitation. "It's hideous, I know!"

"No...it's..." A wave of lust rose up inside me as I began stroking his huge cock. "It's incredible."

--

Ellie sobbed quietly as she watched Akari jerking Larry's cock against the side of her cheek. With her head tilted to receive Larry's cock, Akari was able to look straight into Ellie's tear-filled eyes, and wink mischievously.

"It's not fair!" Ellie moaned.

"Life rarely is," Grandpa patted Ellie on the shoulder and held out a plate of cookies, "cookie?"

Ellie munched on one sadly as Akari worked her tongue along the side of Larry's shaft.

"I don't even drink milk," Ellie sobbed, "I'm lactose intolerant."

--

Lisa rested on her elbows, propped up enough that Tim's helmet was almost touching her lips. Her eyes were fixed on the small opening where a bead of clear fluid was gathering.

"Is that your milk?" Lisa asked.

"That's pre-cum," Tim explained patiently, "it's what happens when men get aroused."

"You're aroused?"

"Of course, you're a pretty girl."

"You really mean that?"

Tim nodded, squeezing firmly on his shaft to expel a droplet of pre-cum that dangled over Lisa's chest.

"Should I...drink it?" Lisa asked.

"Only if you want to."

The warmth of Lisa's breath enveloped Tim's cock as her tongue flicked out to catch the dangling trail of pre-cum. Tim watched as Lisa swirled it around her mouth.

"It's...not that bad. Kinda nice actually."

Another droplet oozed out of Tim's cock and Lisa captures it on her tongue without prompt. She looked up at Tim with big, questioning eyes and he nodded encouragingly. The next thing Tim knew, Lisa's inexperienced lips were fastened tightly round the tip of his cock.

--

Only a couple of meters away, I was struggling to achieve the same feat on Dwight's schlong but having more than a little difficulty.

Try as I might, my jaw simply couldn't open wide enough to fit his fist-sized helmet past my teeth.

"Ow!" Dwight yelped, as my teeth grates the sensitive skin.

"Sorry," I apologised, stroking his long shaft with both hands, "I've never tried this with such a big fucking cock."

I felt his burning hot pole twitch in response to my words. It gave me an idea.

I stood and gently pushed Dwight backwards. He fell onto the beanbag, only an arms length from where his sister was sucking on the tip of my brother's cock with amateurish enthusiasm.

"What..." Dwight's words trailed off as I peeled the shoulder straps from my nightie and let it drop below my breasts.

They might not be as big as Ellie's but they defy gravity, two perfect tear dropped handfuls, and they had the desired effect on Dwight. His cock lurched upright before slapping down against his skinny stomach.

The poor kids eyes never left my swaying breasts as I dropped to all fours and crawled seductively up to him.

"Do you like my titties, Dwight?"

His cock pulsed in my hands.

"They're...they're incredible."

I held Dwight's cock upright and rubbed it across my chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum from nipple to nipple.

"They're yours, baby. All yours." His rod twitched again.

I thought back to my childhood days. Bedtime stories with Tim and Amber. The effect her words could have on me. How my body trembled in terror at the stories she'd tell.

Maybe I couldn't use my mouth to pleasure him. But that didn't mean I couldn't use it at all.

--

"Don't be sad, it's nothing personal." Grandpa eased himself down next to Ellie, who was munching her way through her third cookie with her eyes firmly fixed on Akari's passionate sucking of Larry.

"She's always been competitive," Grandpa continued, "she just had to be the best at everything she does."

Ellie wiped away her tears as Akari struggled to take all of her father's length.

"The best? Please. I can do so much better."

Without further hesitation, Ellie grabbed the bottom of Grandpa's boxer shorts and yanked them down to his ankles.

"Oh, hello." Ellie said, surprised at the virility of the modest erection bouncing in front of her.

--

Lisa drew her lips off Tim's tip. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was quick and shallow.

"Are you alright?" Tim asked, slowing his strokes.

"Uh-huh," Lisa nodded quickly, "am I doing okay?"

"You're doing great," Tim smiled, "look!"

With one long stroke of his cock, a stream of pre-cum trickled from his tip and fell straight to Lisa's heaving chest. Lisa smiled brightly. "There's so much!"

"That's because I'm really turned on."

Lisa looked up at the giant clock glowing on the wall and her face dropped.

"But we're running out of time! I'm not good enough! I knew I wouldn't be."

"I'm getting close, I promise." Tim's hand moved faster on his shaft. "It feels amazing."

"You're not joking?" Lisa brightened.

Tim leaned forward and brought the tip of his cock to rest of Lisa's lips and nodded. "Really."

Lisa opened her mouth and took Tim inside, slipping her lips beyond the ridge and halfway down his shaft before her gag reflex kicked in.

Lisa recoiled, spitting out Tim's now saliva-drenched cock.

"Fuck," Tim groaned. 

Lisa wiped her burning eyes, "was that good?"

"Mmmhmm"

With a brave smile, Lisa attacked Tim's cock once more.

--

The glug glug glug of Lisa's throat opening around my brother's cock drew my eyes away from the Goliath in my hands.

Tim's perky butt was clenching beside me as he thrust with restraint into Lisa's mouth. So close and so cute that I had to battle the urge to reach over and squeeze it.

Not now, I thought, I've got other fish to fry.

I looked down at the nerd beneath me. His eyes had finally left my breasts and he was watching in amazement as his demur sister gamely sucked my brothers cock.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I whispered.

Dwight mouth gaped open and closed.

I held Dwight's huge cock against the side of my face, slapping it against my cheek as I stared lustily into his eyes.

"She's a fast learner. I bet we could teacher her to suck your fat cock in no time."

Dwight's cock pulsed against my face as he stammered, "she's my...my...sister."

"She'd be your personal cum slut. We all want it, you know, and your sister is no different. Look at her, look at her sucking that dick. She fucking loves it. She's begging for his cum."

"We shouldn't...it's not right." Despite his protests, Dwight's cock throbbed and pulsed to my words.

"I bet she'd swallow for you," I purred, spitting onto his bulbous head and swirling it with both hands, "I bet she'd take it anywhere you told her. Would you like to cum in your sister's mouth, Dwight?"

The wavering dweeb nodded uncertainly. I leaned forward and squeezed my tits around his pulsing shaft.

"Would you cum on her face, baby?"

Dwight nodded more confidently as I started working my tits up and down his slick cock.

"Would you cum on her cute little titties?"

Dwight shuddered as my breasts enveloped his head.

"How about her ass? I bet it would look good glazed in your brother-cum."

Dwight nodded enthusiastically and his cock spewed a jet of pre-cum onto my tits.

"And ass guy, huh?" I asked, "Maybe you'd like me to spread those cheeks so you can cum on her tight little asshole?"

I felt the thick pole of flesh heaving between my breasts.

"Maybe she'd ask you to put the tip against it. Maybe she'd let you put a little bit inside. Would you like that, Dwight? Would you like to feel your sister's virgin asshole opening around your huge fucking cock?"

"Yessss..."

--

Meanwhile, Ellie and Akari were locked in a furious deepthroat battle.

Both girls were single-mindedly focused on inhaling the cock in front of them deeper than their rival so as to be the first to illicit the creamy prize.

"Yes," cried Akari, taking a moment to draw breath, "give me that cum!"

Ellie cast a vicious side-eye at Akari, heaving a much needed lungful of air as she wanked Grandpa's cock. "Let me taste it, Grandpa. Pleeease!"

--

"Lisa. Lisa!"

Tim gently pulled Lisa off his cock. She looked up at him with glazed, confused eyes.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm close."

"Close?"


Tim shivered as he slowly jerked over Lisa's face. "Close to finishing."

"Oh!" Lisa smiled, "You're going to make your cream?"

Tim nodded, "are you ready?"

Lisa opened her mouth and willingly took Tim's throbbing cock back inside.

--

I watched as Tim trembled beside me, his hand tensing at his side.

I don't know why I did it.

Instinct, maybe.

Sisterly care.

But as I stroked Dwight's cock with one hand, I reached over a slipped my other hand into Tim's.

He glanced over.

Our eyes locked.

I smiled, trying to convey everything I wanted to say in that simple gesture, and felt his hand squeeze mine.

I nodded once, then said the three words I knew he needed to hear.

"Cum for me."

Tim grunted and shot his load into Lisa's throat.

Turning back to the shivering boy beneath me, I redoubled my effort on his cock with my free hand.

"Cum for your sister," I continued, pretending the words had been for Dwight all along, "cum in her needy asshole. Stretch it with your huge fucking cock. Blow that load in her guts, baby, cum for her!"

I nearly missed the first jet of cum as it shot from Dwight's ballooning cock.

In a flash my mouth was sealed to the spurting tip. Warm, salty cum flooded my mouth as I continued to work the shaft with one hand. My other hand gripped to my brother's as he trembled through his own orgasm beside me.
Sib Games Ch. 04
Accidents happen when cramped in a closet with your brother.
How far would you go for a million pounds?

Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, grandparents, we'd all crossed lines we'd believed were sacred. Broken taboos we thought untouchable.

Fifty contestants down. Five hundred thousand in the bank.

We stared at the piggy bank watching the money rain in, all of us wondering the same thing. How far would we go for a million pounds?

We were half way to finding out.

--

I clung to Tim's chest, sobbing gently, as he traced circles on the small of my back to soothe me. It had been hours since we'd counted our fallen. Cocooned in my brothers arms underneath our duvet in the dark dormitory hall, I could almost believe everything would turn out alright. Almost.

"I'm so, so sorry," I whispered, "I was selfish and reckless and stupid, so stupid, to put you in this situation."

"It's not your fault," my brother whispered back, "I should have answered your calls but I was...I was afraid."

I buried my face in his strong chest, inhaling his scent. "What could you possibly be afraid of?"

I could hear his heart beating loud and strong.

"I was afraid of how I felt after that first time, after the buzz game."

"How did you feel?"

"I'd never seen you that way before, Skye."

"What way?" I mumbled into his chest.

"As someone more than my sister," Tim paused, "as a woman. I was afraid of what you made me feel."

His heart beat faster, louder.

"I wanted you, Skye. I wanted you in a way a brother shouldn't want his sister."

"And now?"

Cocooned in our safe little world, we could say anything, be anyone to each other.

"I'm not afraid any more."


"I had no idea," I held him to me tightly, "I'm sorry.

"It's okay," Tim whispered, his fingers lingering on hollow of my back, "I forgive you."

I lifted my head and looked into his warm eyes. "Do you mean it?"

Tim kissed me softly on my forehead.

"Always."

I shifted my body up his torso and held his cheek in my hand.

"Do you really mean it?"

Our lips brushed as he responded. "Every word."

I don't know who closed the gap. We were kissing. Not like siblings. Like lovers. Passionate and needy.

Then it was over.

"Skye," Tim choked, "we can't."

"I know," I replied sadly.

"We can't let them win. We have to be strong."

I nodded uncertainly, knowing the truth of his words but not wanting to believe it.

I lay my head against back his chest and listened to his heart until we fell asleep.

--

The lights were on in the hall when I woke. Tim and I were still buried beneath our duvet in the same position we'd fallen asleep in. Some time during the night my nightie must have ridden up because I could feel Tim's fingers on the naked skin of my lower back.

"Skye?"


I lay completely still, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment. Tim's fingers slowly traced spirals on my skin, wandering tantalisingly towards the curve of my butt before slipping back down my spine.

"Skye?" Tim repeated gently.

"Don't stop." I groaned sleepily, snuggling against his chest. "Feels nice."

It was then that I noticed the firm pressure against my inner thigh. I wiggled my hips, trying to shift the uncomfortable lump, and felt it suddenly lurch between my legs towards the elasticated waistband of Tim's boxer shorts.

"Skye!" Tim's voice was sharper, a warning now.

The lump in his boxers was lodged in the V between my legs, almost touching my exposed pussy.

"S'okay," I sighed, "a little longer?"

Tim didn't respond but I felt his fingers start their passage over my back again. Now here's the thing, I might not be able to orgasm but my body makes up for it in other ways. Like my erogenous zones. Super sensitive. My ears, my neck, my back. My back most of all. So, in a way, Tim started it.

Can you blame me for shifting my hips, feigning an attempt to get comfortable, as I sought out the log in my brother's boxers?

I felt Tim inhale sharply as I backed up my pussy onto the outline of his firm cock. The only thing separating us was the thin layer of silk moulded to the outline of his mushrooming tip. I wiggled my hips again, nestling the lump into my wet folds.

"How far would you go?" I whispered, moving my hips in slow circles.

Tim's fingers resumed their slow passage across my back. "For what?"

"How far would you go to win?"

The bulbous shape nudge against my opening and I shimmied further down Tim's body, feeling myself stretching around Tim's tip. Tim's hand shot to my ass, grabbing my soft cheek firmly to prevent me from taking him any deeper.

"Skye..."

We teetered there on the precipice, his silk-covered cock pulsing at the entrance to my dripping hole. I felt it lurch, expanding with a rush of blood that coaxed him incrementally deeper.

"Wakey wakey lovers!"

The duvet was ripped unceremoniously over heads, exposing us to Akari's grinning face peering over the edge of our bunk.

"Akari!" I quickly rolled off Tim, snatching at the duvet and pulling it up to my chin. "How long have you been there?!"

"Long enough," Akari winked, "I hate to disturb you but we've got a problem."

"What's happened?" Tim sat up beside me, blushing furiously and trying to hide the tent at his lap.

"It's Ellie and Larry. They've gone missing."

I leaned over the edge of our bunk. Sure enough, the bed beneath us was empty.

"It was empty when I woke up."

"You don't think they've been..." Tim hesitated, "eliminated?"

"Nu-uh," Akari said confidently, "me and Grandpa are still here and we were partners with them in the last game."

"Have you checked with Lisa and Dwight," I asked, "maybe they saw something?"

A wry smile broke over Akari's face. "Oh, I think they've been a little distracted."

Tim and I looked over to their bunk and gasped in unison. Dwight and Lisa were hidden beneath their duvet, where a hunched shape bobbed up and down beneath the mound of bedding.

"Someone's a fast learner." Tim said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She had a good teacher." Akari grinned.

"Contestants!" A distorted voice echoed over the PA system in the hall and the movements beneath the duvet suddenly stopped.

"You have succeeded in reaching the halfway mark of Sib Games. Congratulations. As a reward, you have earned a day of rest."

Lisa emerged from the duvet with wild, dishevelled hair, wiping her mouth and looking around the hall in confusion.

"Teams will present themselves at the Sib Games onsen in ten minutes."

--

The goons corralled us into an unfamiliar area of the sprawling compound. The unadorned concrete corridors and harsh spot-lighting gave way to paper walls that diffused a soft orange glow. A scent like fresh blossom wafted through the air and I thought I could hear gentle murmur of running water.

Before I had time to ask Tim if he heard it too, the men were separated from us and we were led into a tiled shower area completely unlike the one adjoining the dormitory. Short wooden stalls and shallow buckets rested in front of individual washing stations equipped with mirrors, shower heads, and all manner of expensive gels and lotions.

As our group warily dispersed to claim a position at the wash areas, I spotted Ellie ahead of me.

"Ellie!"

The buxom brunette turned, frowned, and then hurried away to a wash area on the far side of the room.

"Wonder what's grinding her gears?" I pondered as Akari and I perched side by side on adjacent stools.

"Beats me," Akari shrugged, "but it's catching."

We watched as Lisa hurried past us and took up a position against the far wall.

"Whatever it is, we need to fix it." I decided, "we're weaker without them."

--

"Where ARE we?"

We'd emerged from the wash area in freshly laundered cotton robes and stood gawping at the snow covered valley falling away in front of us. A steaming brook cut a path through an onsen surrounded by bronze-leafed trees, tumbling away to join a river far below on the valley floor. Small wooden structures housed rocky bathing pools but elsewhere the valley was totally devoid of human life, as desolate and uninhabited as the surface of the moon.

A door opened on the other side of the brook and the men spilled out into the clearing, similarly robed and equally stunned.

"Tim!" I called, leapfrogging over the warm water to join him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice full of concern, "did they hurt you?"

"No," I laughed, pinching his freshly shaved cheek appreciatively, "they washed us."

"What do we do now?" Tim looked round at the family members reuniting across the clearing.

"I think...I think they want us to use the onsen. I don't think this is a task."

"But...what if someone runs?"

"Where to?" I gestured to the wild landscape, "I don't fancy my chances in this robe, do you?"

"No," Tim laughed, "I guess we might as well make the most of it."

"Come on," I pulled on his hand, "let's explore."

--

We followed a narrow trial into the woods until we arrived at another clearing. Sheer, moss-covered rock rose above us on three sides, sheltering a lagoon of turquoise water fed by a waterfall.

"Look, over there!"

I led Tim towards a perfectly rectangular opening in the cliff face. Sheltered inside the shallow cave was a steaming pool of water circled with candles that looked out over the empty clearing. I dipped my toe into the pool.

"It's hot!"


"Do you want to..." Tim's question trailed off.

I was suddenly aware of my naked body beneath the robe. Despite everything we'd been through, all the compromising positions we'd been coerced into and the lewd acts performed on us, and by us, in full view of each other, exposing myself to Tim by choice felt like another line crossed.

"I can turn around," Tim offered, sensing my discomfort, "I won't look."

"No, it's just..."

"It's different." Tim finished.

I nodded shyly.

"We don't have to..." he began, before falling silent as I pulled on the belt around my waist.

I slipped the robe off one shoulder, then the next. It dropped to the ground at my feet. I stared at my feet, twiddling my thumbs behind my back, as I offered my body to my brother's gaze.

"Skye..." Tim's voice was breathy and quiet. I looked up, biting my lip, stomach turning cartwheels.

"You're beautiful."

"Took you long enough to notice." I said, as a flush of pride warmed my body. "Come on, it's freezing out here."

I turned and climbed into the pool, sighing as the warm water submerged my skin. I heard Tim's robe hit the ground as I reached the far side of the pool. His footsteps approach the pool and I turned.

His body was silhouetted against the light in the opening of the cave. He hesitated on the edge of the pool, long enough for my eyes to make out the pendulous erection swaying in front of him, then he lowered himself below the water. 


"This is weirdly nice." Tim said, settling onto a rocky shelf beside me.

"I keep waiting for the catch." I agreed.

We enjoyed the tranquility and the warmth in silence, watching from our hidden grotto as a pair of auburn haired siblings roughly our age wandered into the clearing.

"I saw Ellie in the wash area," I said softly, "she seemed to be mad about something."

"Larry was there," Tim confirmed, "but I think he was keeping his distance."

In the clearing, the siblings derobed and waded out into the lagoon, laughing as they splashed each other with the crystal water.

"Lisa was acting weird too," I rubbed my temples, easing the tension that had built up over the past days, "maybe she's embarrassed about this morning?"

Tim sunk deeper into the steaming water and rested his head against the rocky wall behind us. "Do you think she was...you know...with Dwight?"

The siblings had reached the far side of the lagoon and were climbing onto an outcrop of rock beneath the waterfall. Their naked bodies glistened with the fine spray from the waterfall as they clambered towards the downpour.

"A week ago, I would have said it's impossible but now..."

I trailed off. The siblings were standing beneath the deluge of water, holding hands to brace each other against the force of the downpour.

"Whatever it is, we need to fix it." Tim sighed.

The siblings stood chest to chest beneath the waterfall. I watched as the brother slipped his arm around his sister's waist and pulled her tighter to him.

"Maybe Ellie is mad about the last game," Tim pondered, "you saw how worked up she got when Akari flirted with her dad, I can't imagine how she felt watching Akari do...that...to Larry."

"I can." I said quietly, keeping an eye on the siblings as they moved out of the waterfall and settled on a mossy shelf of rock.

I felt Tim glance over at me. "You know I didn't want that, right?"

"I know," I said, reaching for Tim's hand beneath the water and squeezing it, "I'm sure it wasn't easy for you either. Watching your sister do...that. Hearing the things I said."

"It takes a little adjusting, seeing your sister that way." Tim eased himself back and closed his eyes.

"Tim!"

"It's okay," Tim assured me, "I'm not judging you, I just..."

"No, Tim," I tugged insistently at his hand, "look!"

Over on the mossy shelf the auburn haired girl was on her knees, sucking enthusiastically on her brother's cock.

"Are they..." Tim trailed off.

"Brother and sister?" I finished, "I think so."

"This place...we need to get out of here...before we all end up..."

They watched as the girl struggled gamely to swallow her brother's cock, her eyes streaming as it hit the back of her throat, causing it to bulge obscenely as saliva overflowed onto her chin and pert breasts.

I felt Tim subconsciously squeeze my hand beneath the water and remembered the way he'd held me through his orgasm the night before.

"I'm glad I was there with you, last night, when you finished." I said without taking my gaze off the girl stroking her brother's cock above her face, rubbing his meat across her cheeks and forehead as she stared lovingly into his eyes.

"I was too." Tim whispered.

"I know how badly you needed it after the rowing game," I said, "I wanted that for you."

Tim nodded beside me, staring as the brother guided his cock back inside his sister's open mouth.

"Do you need it now?"

Time seemed to stop. I tore my eyes away from siblings and glanced at Tim. He was staring at the rocky ceiling, a battle seemed to be raging behind his eyes.

"It's okay if you do." I said softly.

"We can't, Skye."

"Just pretend I'm not here," I suggested, "watch them."

"It's wrong," Tim stared steadfastly upward, "they shouldn't be..."

"She's bending over for him," I whispered, describing the view across the lagoon, "she's got her hands against the cliff and she's bending over for him. She's got a cute little tush, Tim, I think she's offering it to him."

"Skye..." the water rippled as Tim's free hand began moving rhythmically beneath the water.

"It's so slick, Tim, his cock. From his sister's mouth. It's covered in her saliva. He's just stroking it over her sweet little butt. She's reaching back and spreading it for him. Tim, I can see all of her. Every fucking inch."

The movements were unmistakable beside me. Tim groaned softly.

"She wants it, Tim. He's stroking it against her pussy now, opening her, the same way you did this morning in the bunk bed. But there's nothing in the way this time. Fuck, can you imagine how good that must feel?"

Tim nodded silently.

"I wanted that, Tim. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. I wanted you to pull those shorts off. I wanted to feel you against me. In me. Oh god, Tim, they're going to do it. He's fucking doing it, he's inside his sister."

The water splashed gently beside me as Tim worked his cock vigorously beneath the surface.

"Sit on the edge, Tim."

"We can't, Skye," Tim's movements slowed, "we can't do THAT."

A soft cry pierced the thunder of the waterfall as the auburn haired siblings sealed their incestuous union.

"I just want to watch," I begged, "no touching."

Tim hesitated.

"Please?" I raised myself out of the water enough to expose the tops of my breasts to Tim's gaze. "Please, Timmy?"

It was the final straw. In one swift motion, Tim lifted himself out of the water and perched on the edge of the rocky pool, exposing his throbbing cock to me. I swum round and knelt between his legs, lifting myself higher and exposing my rigid nipples to my brother as I settled beneath his cock.

"What are they doing, Tim?" I asked, unwilling to look away from my brother's cock as he jerked it above me.

"He's fucking her slowly, real slow, making her feel every inch. Jesus, Skye, he's fucking his SISTER."

Tim's cock lurched in his hand and a droplet of pre-cum fell onto my chest.

"And I think...I think...she's loving it. She's thrusting back against him. She wants it, Skye, she wants it so bad. He's got his hands on her tits, squeezing them..."

"What are they like?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"They look..." Tim glanced down at my breasts swaying beneath his cock, "they look a lot like yours."

"Do you like them?" I asked as Tim's eyes flitted back to the siblings.

"They're perfect."

Tim's hand moved quickly on his cock, twirling around the tip before working the shaft with powerful strokes. I watched his balls clenching in a telltale warning.

"Would you like to finish on them?"

"On hers...or..."

"It's your choice," I lifted myself further out of the water, my face just inches from his raging cock and my tits directly beneath it, "you could cum on hers...or you could cum on mine."

A wordless roar echoed across the water as the auburn haired brother exploded inside his sisters spasming pussy.

"Fuck..." Tim muttered, "I think...I think...I think he's cumming inside her. He's cumming inside his sister. Fuck, Skye!"

A jet of hot cream splattered against my forehead as my brother thrust his hips forward uncontrollably. A second spurt of sticky liquid landed on my lips before he could redirect his aim to my chest. I squeezed my breasts together, offering my brother a target as I licked his cum from my lips.

"Delicious," I thought, rolling the taste around my mouth as rope after rope of hot spunk splattered on my tits.

By the time Tim released his softening cock, an unfathomable amount of gooey icing covered my breasts. I looked up into his dazed face and giggled.

"I'm so sorry...fuck...I didn't mean to...your face."

I scooped the cum off my forehead and brought it to my lips, eager for more of the salty taste.

"It's okay, I kinda like it," I lapped at my sticky fingers, "you really needed that, huh?"

Tim blushed, sinking back under the water as I pushed myself into the middle of the pool and washed his cum from my chest.

--

The sun was setting over the valley when we made our way back to the main onsen area. Fireflies flitted over the brook, flashing into existence before disappearing into the blue twilight.

"Look, over there!" I pointed towards a couple entering one of the larger wooden structures. "It's Ellie and Larry."

I took Tim by the hand and lead him over the rough ground past small groups of couples bathing quietly in the hot pools. We followed Ellie and Larry through a sliding paper door and were instantly engulfed in a plume of billowing steam.

The humidity was immediate and intense. We shrugged off our robes and hung them on pegs beside the door, grateful for the cover of the thick steam that hid most of the room from view. Above us, a vaulted ceiling was crisscrossed with thick mahogany beams. The soft murmuring of voices could be heard through the hot fog where pairs of bathers sweated in discrete corners.

"This way." I pulled Tim further into the dimly lit space, following the unmistakable silhouette of Ellie's hourglass figure in the swirling steam.
I reached out blindly for the wall and accidentally grabbed a small handful of soft flesh.

"Watch it, creepo!"

"Akari?" I backed away from the petite figure.

"Skye! You only had to ask, if you wanted a grope."

"Sorry...I didn't mean to...the steam..."

Akari stepped out of the swirling steam and brashly appraised our naked bodies. Sweat glistened on her tiny frame, collecting in small droplets on the metal bars pierced through her thick nipples.

"We're looking for Ellie and Larry," I explained quickly, covering myself with a hand between my thighs, "they just came in here."

"Mmmhmm," Akari sighed distractedly as she gazed appreciatively at Tim's broad chest, "lead the way."

"Where's your Grandpa?" Tim asked, as we shuffled through the steam.

"Meh, he's around somewhere." Akari shrugged noncommittally.

"Ellie?" I called softly.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Skye."

"Oh. Right."

I followed Ellie's voice to a dimly lit corner and found her sitting sideways on a bench with her back resting against Larry's shoulder. Her father's arm was draped across her chest, holding her against him.

"Tim's with me," I said softly, "and Akari."


"What's SHE doing here?"

"We've been worried about you," I explained, sitting on the bench beside Ellie's feet, "all of us."

"That's right," Tim said, barely visible despite his proximity as he sat beside me, "we were scared you'd been eliminated."

"You mean inseminated." Akari corrected, sliding onto the bench on the other side of Larry.

Ellie folded her arms across her tits and sulked, "you'd like that, wouldn't you."

"Of course not, we're a team!" I exclaimed.

"Some team," Ellie huffed.

"Is this about last night?" Tim asked gently.

Despite the steam, I could see Larry pull Ellie tighter to him.

"It was ONLY a game." Akari said dismissively.

"Was it? Was it REALLY? 'Cus it feels like you've been angling for my daddy since we got here!"

"He's hot," Akari shrugged, "can you blame me?"

"Fuck off!" Ellie spat, "come on, daddy, we're leaving."

"Wait," Larry held Ellie in place, "we need to clear this up."

"Please, Ellie," I agreed, "the only way we stand a chance of getting through this is if we work together."

"Tell Akari to apologise." Ellie demanded.

"Why should I?"

"Because he's my daddy!"

"So? You're acting like he's never had his dick sucked before."

"You wouldn't understand!" Ellie dropped her head onto her knees.

"Help us explain," I suggested, placing a hand against her sweat slick leg.

"I told you..." Ellie's voice was muffled between her legs, "...after Apollo did what he did..."

"Ellie, you don't have to..." Larry began.

"No, daddy," Ellie lifted her head and looked over her shoulder into his concerned eyes, "I do. They need to understand."

"What DID happen between you and Apollo?" I asked softly.

"It was our anniversary. Three years. Yippee. You know how it gets, after a couple of years. It's not like it was at the start. The sex. Apollo didn't like that. So I wanted to do something special, something to remind him how we used to be, how we could still be."

"Ellie..."

"It's okay, Daddy. Apollo had this fantasy. A power thing, surprise, surpise. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. The bondage, the spanking, the rough stuff. But I knew he wanted more. I booked out this hotel room, some place fancy, and wore my best lingerie. Cute lacy half-cups, suspenders, skimpy little g-string. The works. And a little extra."

Ellie paused, glancing over at Larry.

"A ball-gag, blindfold...butt plug."

I felt Tim shuffle beside me and looked across in time to watch his cock stiffening between his legs.

"I bound my ankles and one wrist to the bed then waited. I couldn't see a thing, couldn't speak. It felt like hours. Then I heard the door open."

"Apollo?" I asked, squeezing Ellie's leg supportively.

"He tied off my free hand and that was it, I was spread eagle, completely at his mercy."

"What did he do?" Akari asked softly.

"It started slowly. Exploring my body with his hands. Between my legs. A little rough maybe, but nothing I wasn't used to. I liked it. I was...I was wet for him. I wanted more."

Sweat was beading across my shoulders and running down my spine. The hot, humid air burned my nostrils as I inhaled, making me feel lightheaded. I opened my legs, glad that the sweat and the steam disguised the juices leaking from my pussy.

"He released the ball-gag and put his cock in my mouth. We both needed it by this point. I was begging for it. He gripped my hair in his hands and he fucked my mouth. It was when his cock hit the back of my throat... that's when I felt it."

"Felt what?" I asked, clamping my legs together, turned on in spite of myself and desperate for some friction against my aching clit.

"The cock rubbing against my g-string." Ellie whispered.

"You mean..." I gasped, a hand roaming up my slick torso to cup my sensitive breast.

"There was someone else there?" Akari finished, her voice sounding husk and breathy.

"I tried to scream but it was all I could do to breath between Apollo's thrusts into my throat. The other man, the one between my legs, I felt him pull the g-string aside, heard it tear, then felt him slap IT against my...my..."

"Pussy." I finished, shivering as I pinched my thick, protruding nipples. I glanced to my left; Tim was staring at me, amazed and enthralled, as his cock swayed between his legs.

"It was big...so much bigger than I was used to...thick. I didn't think it would fit. I thought it would break me. I don't know how long it took, all I knew was the pain, and then I felt his greasy, hairy balls tapping against the butt plug and I knew...I knew I was his."

I slipped a hand down my body, found my sopping wet pussy, and dipped a finger into my tight hole. "What happened then?"

"They used me. Apollo in my throat, the stranger in my pussy. It was violent. Relentless. I heard the stranger ask Apollo where to finish and he laughed, he LAUGHED, Skye, and told him to... breed me. His girlfriend. A stranger's sperm in his girlfriend's unprotected pussy. And he laughed."

A hand on my thigh. Tim. A warning. But I couldn't stop. The heat, the story, it was too much. I reached through the cloud of steam and gripped his forearm.

"Did he...did he do it? Did he... breed you?" Akari asked through the mist.

Soft moans of pleasure filled the heavy silence. Couples indulging in forbidden taboos in the concealment of the steam.

"I felt it, hot and overflowing, gushing out of him, soaking into my torn g-string. But it wasn't only him."

"Apollo too?" I gasped, my fingers strumming my throbbing clit.

"The stranger pulled out and then...and then the next one took his place."

"The next one?" Akari sounded distant and small.

"That's when Apollo removed the blindfold. I saw him looming over me. The man between my legs, lining up his...his thing with my...and the others. The room was full of them. Maybe a dozen masked men, waiting their turn with...me."

"Fuck..." I groaned, my entire existence narrowing to the pressure between my thighs, the heat on my skin, Ellie's words in my ear.

"And the camera. He filmed every second of it. Every time they dumped their...stuff inside me. He filmed it. He filmed it when they found the plug. When they ripped it from my butt and stuffed their fingers in...spreading me open for...for..."

I clung to her words, waiting for the revelation that would push me over the edge.

"...they used her," Larry's voice cracked with emotion, "in every way possible."

A wave rose inside me, strange and exhilarating, carrying me towards unknown territory.

"He made me think it was my idea. Head fucker. Said would be our secret. Then the film came out."

"He leaked it?"

"The whole school saw it. I had to finish the year from home. Took my exams online. No one believed me. Just another day in the life of the school slut."

"That piece of shit," Tim muttered.

"Daddy was the only person who stood by me." Ellie whispered, clinging to Larry's arm around her chest.

"I'll cut his balls off," Akari spat, "just say the word."

"Thanks," Ellie laughed softly, "but I was over it, getting over it, until I saw him here."

"Some coincidence," Tim pondered.

"I guess that's why I got protective over Daddy, you see, I can't lose him too," Ellie's voice cracked, "he's all I've got left."

"No," Akari said firmly, "you've got us."

"Contestants!"

The robotic voice shattered the tranquility. The wave inside me receded and with it the tantalising promise of release.

"Teams must present themselves for the next game. The round will begin in thirty minutes."

--

"Don't...breath..." I whispered, squeezing Tim's hand as the silhouettes of two seekers blocked out the light seeping through the slatted closet door.

The perverted goons had constructed an elaborate and vast mansion for us to explore, full of hidden nooks and dark corners, where we would play the next game. Sardines.

"It's like hide and seek," Akari had explained as we'd gathered outside the gothic mansion, "only if someone finds you, they hide with you."

"Teams who have not found anyone at the end of the allotted hour will be inseminated." The goon barked over the PA.

Then the game was underway. We'd scattered in a desperate race to find the best hiding place before the second klaxon announced the release of the seekers.

Twenty minutes later, the silhouettes crept closer to our hiding place causing the antique floorboards to creaking despite the players careful footsteps.

"I remember this house," a voice croaked nearby, "it looks just like where I grew up."

"Grandpa!" I whispered urgently, pushing open the cupboard door and beckoning Akari and Grandpa inside.

"What are you doing?" Tim whispered as they ducked behind the hanging fur coats and squeezed into the hidden recess beside us.

"We're a team!"

"Thanks sweatpea," Grandpa whispered, backing us even further into the cramped space.

"Shhh!" Akari muzzled her Grandpa with a hand over his mouth as the floorboards creaked outside the closet.

"Aha!"

The cupboard door was flung open and an arm fished about amongst the coats.

"Dammit," the seeker sighed, giving up and letting the door close behind them.

"Umm...can you shift a little, Skye?"

My short nightie had bunched even higher around my waist during my efforts to wiggle deeper into the dark crevice. Now my soft thighs were exposed almost to the crease of my butt, which was at that moment squished against something hard between my brother's legs.

"Really, Tim? Already? It was only like an hour ago that you..."

I suddenly remembered Akari and Grandpa hiding somewhere beside us and left the sentence unfinished.

Minutes slowly crept by but the firm object prodding my butt didn't diminish. I wiggled my hips in an attempt to get more comfortable but only succeeded in catching the hem of my nightie on the bulge and shifting the thin fabric all the way above my butt.

"Tim," I hissed, feeling the soft silk of his boxer shorts against my naked ass, "that's not helping!"

What I wanted was to stay hidden, to ride out this game, and take another step closer to freedom. What I really didn't want was my brother's thick cock hot-dogging my cute little tush. But my body had other ideas. I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to disguise the growing heat between them but in doing so forced my rump even tighter against Tim.

"Let's swap places," Tim suggested, "maybe that will help?"

Unable to separate, we shuffled round each other until Tim's back was against the side wall of the closet. I found myself face-to-face with Akari.

"Something bothering you?" Akari asked suggestively.

"Oh, hey Akari."

"Keep it down!" Tim begged, "Someone's coming!"

We listened as a pair of seekers crept around the bedroom.

"Don't be such a klutz," a familiar voice hissed, "they'll hear you!"

"Lisa!" I whispered, pushing open the cupboard door, "come hide with us!"

"Zoinks!" Dwight exclaimed, leaping back from the cupboard.

"Oh, hi Skye," Lisa whispered, "thanks a bunch."

Lisa and Dwight ducked beneath the coats and shimmied into our tight hiding space on the other side of Akari and Grandpa. The extra bodies forced me back into Tim, even tighter than before, and that's when I felt it.

Something warm and fleshy slipped between my thighs just below my nightie. I squeaked and lifted myself on my tiptoes, straining to put distance between the hot appendage and my naked pussy.

"Tim!"

"I didn't mean to, you know what these shorts are like, it slipped out when you were moving!

"Make it go down," I begged, "tuck it away, do SOMETHING!"

"All good over there?" Akari quizzed knowingly.

"Uhuh, all good!"

But we were far from good. My calves were already trembling from the effort of being on my tiptoes and my brother's exposed cock was bouncing between my thighs.

Luckily, Lisa and Dwight seemed to be too distracted by their own issues to notice my plight.

"Jumping Jack Frost, where did THAT come from?" I heard Lisa squeak from the far corner of the cupboard.

"More seekers," Grandpa clapped his hands excitedly, "this IS fun!"

"Shhh!" We all hushed in unison as shadows fell across the cupboard.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I wobbled on my tiptoes. I leant backward and placed my head next to Tim's.

"Hold me up."

My eyes shot wide open as Tim's hands slipped on the silky nightie in his attempt to grab my waist, causing them to slide up the side of body in one swift motion that left the nightie bunched beneath my armpits and his hands cupping the sides of my breasts.

It was too much for my poor brother. His cock lurched upwards between my legs and a heartbeat later I heard a wet slap before a burst of pleasure exploded from my clit. Then his cock was sliding back down between my thighs, leaving a sticky trail it's wake.

"It was an accident," Tim whispered as his hands squished my breasts together, "I'm sorry!"

The floorboard creaked outside the cupboard and the six of us held out breath. I teetered on my tiptoes, sinking incrementally towards the throbbing cock between my legs, terrified and exhilarated by its passage up by inner thigh.

My entire existence narrowed to the slim triangle between my legs, to the heat radiating off my brothers cock, to the slick liquid smeared across my sensitive skin.

Footsteps receded. Six soft exhales.

"I can't hold it," I whispered, shivering as the bulbous tip of my brother's cock nestled perfect against my wet folds, "I'm...sorry..."

"Eek!"

Lisa's yelp momentarily shocked me back to the present. I glanced at the closet door, fearing we'd been rumbled.

"It won't fit THERE!" I heard her hiss to Dwight, before a twitch from the cock nuzzled against my pussy reminded me of my own danger.

"You need...to...move it..." I begged, "please, Tim."

I felt the ridged edge of his helmet dragging backwards between my lips with delicious friction before suddenly shooting forward again as Tim's hips thrust against my butt.

"Ugghhh"

I couldn't prevent the soft grunt that escaped my lips as his flared head, now slick with the copious juices leaking from me, slipped across my sensitive clit. I was straddling my brother's shaft, it's pulsing thickness splitting my pussy down the middle and his shining tip protruding between my legs.

Terrified that Akari would see, I grabbed Tim's cock head and hid it between my palms but, in doing so, accidentally pulled his shaft tighter to my pussy.

"That's not helping!" Tim chastised quietly.

"Need a hand?" Akari asked slyly.

"We're good," I rocked my hips, sliding back and forth on Tim's cock, "just trying to get comfortable."

"Stop...moving..."

Tim gripped me tighter, his fingers digging into the sides of my sensitive breasts and squeezing them tighter together. I was on the verge of losing control, smearing his sensitive tip in pre-cum as it gushed forth.

"You have...to...do...something..." I insisted, "NOW!"

"Can anyone smell that?" Akari sniffed the air, "it smells like sex."

"No it doesn't!" Lisa piped quickly.

But it did. The smell of sex was thick. Mine or Tim's or both, I didn't know. All I knew was I was getting more turned on every second that passed. I was sure they would hear my racing heart, my soft panting moans. I was losing all inhibitions, consumed by the pleasure between my legs.

"Tim..." I whispered dreamily, "you need to..."

Tim wrenched his hips backwards. His cock slushed through my dripping pussy, catching tantalisingly on my needy hole, before slipping back, almost all the way out of trouble. Almost, but not quite.

Tim's hips hit the wall with a dull thump that jammed his cock just as it slipped past my pussy and came to rest nudging insistently at my tight little rosebud.

"Not there!"

I wiggled my hips, trying desperately to dislodge his slippery tip from my butt, but only succeeded in teasing myself open around it. A moan escaped my lips as Tim's spewed pre-cum directly onto my unwilling asshole, easing his slow but inexorable passage inside.

"Just...stay...still..."

"Is that your...oh shit!"

Tim's cock jumped as the gravity of our situation dawned on him. The sudden movement forced another few centimetres past my gummy ring.

"Someone's out there!"

I closed my eyes, praying I'd wake up and find this was all a traumatic wet dream.

"Ellie," Akari pushed the closet door open, "get in here!"

A cold sweat broke out across my chest.

"Akari, there's no room!"

"Nonsense, we can squeeze up." Did I imagine a diabolical edge to her words, "can't we?"

"Yessssss..." hissed Lisa in an oddly sensual way, "squeeze all the way up."

"That's, like, totally kind of you Akari," Ellie said, leading Larry into the closet, "why did you do that?"

"We're a team," Akari said in a playful tone, "teams help each other."

"Careful..." I began, as Larry stumbled towards me.

Pop!

Okay, maybe it didn't actually make that sound but it sure fucking felt like it.

Larry blindly bumped into me, pushing me backwards and forcing Tim's cock into the only space left available to it.

"Fuck!" I hissed as my sphincter clamped around the tip of Tim's slippery cock.

"Sorry," Larry muttered, close enough that our noses almost bumped, "I didn't see you there."

I reached blindly between my legs, searching out the spear of brother-meat stretching my virgin asshole. My fingers found his shaft, hot and pulsing, and traced it up to the tight seal clenching violently to the intruder.

"Tim," I moaned, rubbing my gummy ring in a attempt to ease the pain, "I've never...we have to..."

My fingers slipped back to his shaft and I tugged at it, daring to hope that I could pull it free, but only felt him shift inside me. The pain was easing, replaced by a delicious stretch and sensation of fullness that sent a trickle of pussy juice down my thigh. It was wrong, so, so wrong, but I was beginning to like it.

"Everything alright?" Larry asked.

"Uhuh..." I grunted as scooped the sticky liquid from my thighs and spread it over Tim's shaft, "never...better..."

"Skye..." Tim's voice carried a warning, "what are you doing?"

"We need to...get you...out of there..." I moaned, stroking his slick shaft, "...we need to... make you...cum."

Tim's cock throbbed, stretching my hole pleasurably. I eased myself back against my brother and felt another inch slip inside me.

"We can't! It's..."

"...the only...way..." I finished, squeezing his shaft between my fingers to coax more of his lubricating pre-cum into my virgin hole.

"What are you..."

Larry's hand brushed against the arm moving between my legs. I saw the whites of his eyes bulge as he realised where my hand was. Or at least thought he did. I was too far gone to care.
"They're in here somewhere," a voice whispered outside the closet, "I saw them come this way."

"You didn't see shit."

"Apollo!" Ellie gasped on the other side of Larry.

"Did you hear that?" Riley said somewhere in the bedroom.

"Ain't nothing but crusty tapestries and moth balls up in here." Apollo scoffed.

The floorboards outside the closet door creaked under the weight of the approaching seekers. Despite the danger, I couldn't bring myself to stop stroking Tim's cock, coaxing it deeper inside my forbidden hole as Larry watched silently. My legs trembled, my heart raced, I needed more.

"Uggh..."

The sound slipped from my lips before I could stop it. Larry's eyes bulged in terror and outside the closet the footsteps sudden ceased.

"I TOLD you," Riley whispered, "they're here somewhere."

The footsteps cautiously approached the closet. Tim's grip on my breasts tightened, his fingers accidentally pinching my taut nipples. My mouth opened, another pleasurable moan on my lips, this one sure to give us away. I felt it rise in my throat and then...

Larry's firm grip around my neck, choking off the groan, and not a moment too soon. His thick fingers closed over lips and his eyes conveyed a stern warning. Not. One. Sound.

Here's the thing.

I love being choked. Surrendering total control of my body to another human, it gives me a rush. It's why Ellie's story turned me on so much. It drives me fucking wild. So Larry's efforts? Not really helping my predicament. Not one bit.

"Aha!"

A loud thud sounded somewhere outside the closet.

"See, ain't no-one here," Apollo scoffed, "let's try the kitchen."

I whimpered into Larry's hand as I gyrated my hips and felt Tim sink a little deeper inside me. Something bumped against my forearm. I reached blindly with my free hand, gripping onto something hot and fleshy. Something the felt a lot like the brother-cock in my other hand. Something EXACTLY like it. Larry's grip tightened around my neck.

"I'm telling you straight, I saw that little hoe come this way! Try the bed."

My fingers explored Larry's thick cock, tugging on it as I instinctively angled it towards my pulsating clit. Larry stifled my mewl as his mushrooming tip brushed across my sensitive nub, driving me even further into a senseless recklessness.

"Just humour me, bro. Check the closet."

"I don't know why I bother with you." Apollo sulked, his heavy footsteps drawing near our hiding place.

"Please bitch, we both know why," Riley scoffed, "you're whipped by this perfect puss."

Apollo's huge frame blocked out the light seeping through the slatted closet door. I was seconds away from being discovered with my brother's cock embedded in my ass and another cock strumming against my needy little clit. And the worst part was I didn't care. All I wanted was more. There was so much brother-cock still in my hand, so much to take, and I wanted it all. I jerked backwards, relying on Larry's choking grip to stifle the groans of pleasure as Tim sunk another inch deeper.

I shimmied back and forth between the two cocks. My brother behind me, my friend's dad in front of me. And Apollo opening the closet door. His hand reaching in, ruffling the fur coats. Pulling Larry closer. His cock cleaving my sticky lips. Nudging at the entrance to only hole left available. Inches from my brother's cock. Half his length twitching inside my tight tunnel, half in the massaging grip of my hand.

"See! There's no-one."

The closet door swung shut. Larry's grip around my throat loosened, just a little, but enough to breath, enough to send a burst of oxygen to my clouded brain, enough to reflect on the insane depravity of my situation.

"Let's get outta here," Apollo said, "unless you wanna get inseminated?"

"When I want your babies, I'll take them."

Their footsteps receded. Tim twitched in my hand.

"Skye..."

I remembered his balls clenching during the rowing challenge as he'd battled to contain his orgasm. I reached lower and felt them, tight and straining, and knew he was close.

My brother was going to cum in my asshole. And I wanted him to.

"It's too...small..." Lisa's words hardly registered, "...won't...fit!"

A sudden flourish of movement, bodies tumbling in a confused jumble of limbs and fur coats, as our tin of sardines spilled out of the closet door.

We fell like dominos. First Lisa, closely followed by Dwight, then Grandpa and Akari burst through the closet doors. Ellie grasped uselessly at the hanging coats as she pitched out of the cramped space. Then Larry's slick cock was slipping out of my hand as he collapsed backwards through the swinging hangers, pulling me with him before his hand slipped from my neck.

Larry's falling weight was enough to unbalance me. I fell, crying out as Tim's cock slipped out of my butt in one swift motion, and landed on my hands and knees half in, half out of the closet, trying to decipher the bundle of bodies in front of me as my asshole gaped in Tim's face.

"Are you okay?" Tim asked from the the darkness.

I reached back, found his pulsating cock, and pulled it to the entrance of my dripping pussy. I didn't care who saw. I needed it. I needed him. I needed my brother.

"It's okay," I groaned, as my lubricated pussy opened around his cock, "it's just a game..."

"Skye, no!"

How far would I go for a million pounds? I knew how far. I'd known it all along. For a million pounds, I'd fuck my brother.

"Contestants! Your time is up!"

--

COMING NEXT: If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Feel free to leave a comment suggesting the next challenge our favourite siblings should face at Sib Games.
Sib Games Ch. 05
Skye lends a helping hand to gather a special sample.
I was guiding my brother's cock inside me.

His thick, spongy tip was splitting my lips, forcing me open, spearing my dripping pussy. His sister's pussy.

I didn't care that our friends would see us as soon as they picked themselves up off the floor. I didn't care that I was off my pill and totally unprotected. I I didn't even care that it was my brother's beautiful cock stretching me open.

If I'm honest, I was happy that it was my brother's cock. It's the only cock I wanted.

"Skye! What are you-"

I moaned for more, pushing my ass back until I felt his mushrooming glans bump against my cervix, totally oblivious to Larry gingerly standing up only a meter away.

Because it didn't matter who saw. I didn't care who knew. I was doing it. I was fucking my brother. His burning hot cock was in me, stretching me, fucking me.

Already pushing me towards unexplored territory, the depravity, every inch of my body on fire with the urge to...

OOOGAH! OOOGAH!

The noise of the siren was earsplitting. The pile of bodies in front of me groaned again, giving up their efforts to untangle themselves as they desperately covered their ears. Tim stiffened behind me. A sudden moment of clarity brought on by the shocking noise, and then, a heartbeat later, I felt an aching emptiness as he pulled his shining cock out of me.

"Contestants! Your time is up!"

I was on all fours, panting, my nightie hitched up over my waist to expose my dripping sex and recently gaped asshole, like a whore. A brother fucking whore.

I looked over my shoulder. What I saw broke my heart.

Tim was looking at me like a stranger.

And worse than that, something else, something that cut me deeper than I knew possible. My twin, my protector, my big brother, was scared. Terrified. Of me. Of who I had become.

--

When I was twelve I fell out of the tree in our back yard. It seemed big at the time but everything does at that age.

Anyway, it was a big enough fall to do some damage. The doctor said I was lucky, it could have been worse. I didn't feel lucky at the time. Six weeks I was in that cast. A whole summer gone, puff, when one branch snapped.

The crazy thing is, Tim knew it had happened. I don't mean he saw it. He wasn't even at home when I fell. He just knew.


That's the thing with twins, something other people don't understand, our freaky little connection.

Sometimes, with twins, we just know.

--

The losers were marched away from the mansion at gunpoint. Some begging, other screaming, however they went, none went willingly.

The lucky ones, the winners, we knew the routine. Split from out teammates, herded into the showers, scoured then dressed in fresh silk nighties.

Standing in a hushed silence beneath the great glass piggy bank. Watching the money tumble in. Wondering if the riches could help us forget what we'd done and who we'd become.

"Skye?"

"Oh, Tim. Hey."

"Are you coming to bed?"

All around us couple were breaking off towards their bunks.

"Umm...I'll be there in moment. I think I'm going to stay up a little while."

Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe Tim did look relieved.

"Right, okay, cool."

I watched Tim traipse over to our bunk and climb the ladder, hoping in vain that he'd turn around and throw me a bone, however small.

"Come on, Dwight." Lisa asked, tugging on her brother's hand.

Dwight glanced around and caught my eye. "I think I'll stay with Skye, you know, make sure she's safe."

"Skye's fine, she can take-"

"That would be nice," I cut in, grateful for some company that wasn't my brother, "thanks Dwight."

Lisa shrugged but her voice betrayed her irritation, "suit yourself."

The lights dimmed in the dormitory hall and we were alone, suddenly awkward beneath the soft golden glow of the piggy bank.

"Come on," I said, tearing my eyes away from the pig's leering face, "that thing gives me the heebee-geebee's."

--

"Was I right or was I wrong?"

Dwight and I sat side by side on an empty bunk, our legs swinging off the edge as we looked out over the dark hall below us.

"About what?" Dwight asked nervously.

"The deal with your sister. The things I said during Milk and Cookies. You've thought about her that way before, haven't you?"

"The casual manner in which you bring up this topic, it makes me edgy, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Whatever," I sighed, "we don't have to talk."

My mind raced over the events of the past few days. I thought I needed space to think but thinking didn't seem to be helping.

Dwight broke through my brooding with a sudden babble. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Huh? I dunno. No."

Dwight fiddled nervously beside me. "Any pets?"

"No."

We lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.

"Okay, let me ask you this," Dwight steeled himself like a talk show host about to probe for a big scoop, "what's your favourite food?"

I laughed softly. "Pizza."

"Cool. Pepperoni? I'm more of a ham and pineapple guy myself. I know, I know, a lot of people say it isn't right to mix fruit and..."

"You don't talk to a lot of girls, do you?"

Maybe I was a little blunt but I had to shut him up somehow, he was giving me a headache and what I really needed was some space to think.

"No. Not really."

Dwight's hangdog expression was pitiful but I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

"You want to talk? Let's talk. When did you lose your virginity?"

"I'm not going to...I don't think that's..." Dwight stammered.

"I was sixteen."

"Oh boy."

"Great guy. Hayden Summers. Not much of a kisser but he made up for it. Fucked me on the trunk of his Volkswagen Beetle. I know, romantic, right? Meh, it could have been worse. A lot worse."

My confession hung in the air between us for a long minute.

"I've never...I'm a..."

Of course he was. Yeah, I felt bad but he did kind of push me to it.

"A virgin," filled in a familiar voice beneath us.

Dwight and I both leant forward to find Akari smiling up at us from the bunk below.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Akari said, climbing up to join us, "so am I."

"You are?" Dwight and I asked in unison.

"Sure. There's a lot of fun you can have without doing THAT, y'know. I'm saving it for someone special...some day."

I appraised the mischievous elfin girl with fresh eyes as she twirled a pigtail around her finger whimsically. My thoughts turned back to the nervous geek beside me and the suggestive movements we'd seen beneath his duvet that very morning.

"So, this morning, on your bunk, when we saw..."

Dwight wrung his hands violently. "It wasn't...we weren't..."

"Relax," Akari said with surprising softness, "we're your friends."

"Really? I've never been friends with girls before."

"Well you are now," I said firmly, "and friends share."

"A problem shared," Akari smiled, taking Dwight's sweaty palm in hers, "is a problem halved. Probably."

Dwight looked from Akari to me, his eyes full of emotion, teetering on the edge of a revelation. I took his other hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "It's okay."

"It's...ever since...that blasted game..." Dwight choked out the words, "she's obsessed!"

"With what?"

"With IT!" Dwight gestured with his eyes towards his crotch. "Tim did something to her, changed her biochemistry and rewired her neurons, he unlocked something. It's like Jekyll and Hyde but she's all Hyde!"

I vividly remembered Lisa sucking enthusiastically on my brother's cock. Her uncharacteristic abandon. My gnawing jealousy.

"That night, after the Milk and Cookies, she wouldn't stop bugging me to try again. She said it was practice, incase she needed it in another round, but it didn't feel like practice. It felt like...like she NEEDED it. I was scared, Skye. I'm so tired of being scared."

Akari and I wrapped out arms around Dwight's bony shoulders as he started sobbing between us.

"You don't need to be scared," Akari soothed, "it's totally normal."

"Is it?" Dwight hiccuped, "when it's your sister?"

I remembered the fear in the Tim's eyes only hours before. The horror on his face when he'd seen my true self, my base animal lust.

"I heard Lisa in the closet during sardines," Akari continued, "did she...practice there too?"

Now Akari mentioned it, I had heard some strange things from the other side of the cupboard. I remembered Lisa's excited squeak, "where did THAT come from?"

"It's these hooting boxer shorts," Dwight moaned, "they don't keep anything tucked away."

"You must have it worse than most," Akari agreed sympathetically.

"What with all the jiggling and the squeezing and the oopsie-daisying, it just slipped out. And Lisa was so close, there just wasn't any room. She must have thought I WANTED her to feel it, I guess, but I didn't mean to, I promise."

"We believe you," I said softly, remembering my own predicament in the cupboard.

"I thought she was putting it away for me but she didn't let go, she did that thing she does, the stroking and the swirling, and the problem just got worse."

I recalled how I'd struggled with Dwight's massive schlong and winced, imagining how it must have intruded in the cramped space of the closet.

"Do you remember the seeker outside the closet? I couldn't say anything, I couldn't stop her, and the problem just kept getting bigger and bigger until...until...until the problem rose up under Lisa's nightie."

"So that was why she yelped!" Akari said, joining the dots. "Did it go in her...?"

Dwight shook his head violently. "No...I didn't mean it...it was an accident...I promise...it wouldn't...fit. For the first time in my life I thanked Megatron that I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak," I said, my eyes falling unconsciously to the outline of his schlong in his boxer shorts.

"I am," Dwight insisted, "but I was glad of it. Because Lisa wouldn't stop jerking IT. And it was so slippy down there, between her, you know, and my thing was getting so wet that I thought it, well, I'm no biologist but I could feel it changing down there, opening up, sort of."

I remembered the blissful stretch as Tim had slipped inside me.

"That's why I could smell sex," Akari said, glancing at me, "for a second in there, I thought you and Tim...never mind."

"So I knew I had to do something, I had to try. I shifted as far as I could and that's when it slipped..."

"Inside her?" Akari asked breathlessly.

"No," Dwight whispered, "onto her tush."

Akari and I gasped together.

"There IS a screw loose in me, I AM a freak, because, because... because it was just like you said during Milk and Cookies, Skye. I DO want my sister's bumbum."

"Surely that," I gestured towards Dwight's cock, "didn't fit in Lisa's butt?"

"She's tiny!" Akari added.

Dwight shook his head sadly. "At first I thought she was trying to get away, trying to move it, but then I realised she was still tugging on it. The twisting and the pulling and the... you broke us, Skye! You and your brother, you made us...we're perverts."

"I'm so, so sorry Dwight," I stammered, genuinely affected by his sadness, "if I'd known..."

"It's not Skye's fault," Akari cut in firmly, "or Tim's. They only did what they had to do. If they hadn't, well, it wouldn't have made a bit of difference where you put that schlong of yours. Your sister would be carrying your baby by now."

Dwight wiped the tears from his eyes. "You're right, I'm sorry Skye. I know you were only trying to help. I'm just glad the game ended when it did. If we hadn't fallen out of the closet at that moment, I don't know what would have happened."

But I knew what would have happened. I knew because it had happened to me. I'd gone where Dwight couldn't. I'd sunk further than Lisa. I'd taken my brother.

--

As we sat silently contemplating our sins, a dark figure crept across the dormitory hall towards the goon on guard duty beside the bathroom door.

"It's that prick, Apollo," Akari hissed, "I wonder what he's up to."

A reckless abandon rose up inside me. "Come on, let's follow him."

"Are you crazy?" Dwight squeaked.

"Aren't you tired of being bossed around in this circus?" I asked, climbing down from the bunk bed, "It's time we took back a little control."

--

We watched from a dark corner as the goon on guard duty led Apollo through a small door situated within the larger hangar doors.

"They left it unlocked," I whispered, "come on!"

Akari planted her feet. "Nu-uh, I'm done with creeping around in air vents. It's my turn to keep watch."

"Akari's right, it's too risky," Dwight chirped in.

"Come on, Dwight. Don't you want to take charge of your life? Don't you want to be brave? For once?"

I held my hand out to him. He stared at it for a long moment, a battle raging between the cowardly boy he'd been all his life and the man buried deep inside.

Dwight took my hand. "Let's do it."

--

The door led into a corridor of polished concrete lit by harsh lamps. We followed the soft sound of footsteps into another corridor lined with evenly spaced doors. Beside each door was a serial number.

"I think...I think these are the goons bedrooms."

"Let's take a look," I said, pressing my ear to one of the doors and listening for signs of an occupant.

On the other side of the door was a spartan three by three cell. In one corner was a cot and in another was a toilet and sink. Hanging beside the cot were three identical pink jumpsuits and black masks.

"I've had an idea," I exclaimed, grabbing a jumpsuit off the hook and slipping my legs inside, "a disguise!"

"I don't know, Skye. Maybe we should head back?"

I zipped up the jumpsuit, slipped the pink hood over my head, and reached for a mask.

"We've not learnt anything useful yet. Besides, now we've got an excuse, if we see anyone I'll tell them you're sick and I'm taking you to the infirmary."

"Do you even know there IS an infirmary?"

"Stop worrying, Dwight! It'll be fine!"

--

The first test came sooner than I'd hoped. In the next corridor a goon was shaking a vending machine while another leant on the wall beside him.

"...don't care if he's the Prince of Persia, I'll tell it to him straight, I know my rights. Fifteen minutes for each two hours on duty and an hour for lunch. I read the contract, I..."


The goon's companion saw us approaching and cut his friend off.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded curtly, forgetting the vending machine.

"Clipboard isn't feeling well," I explained pointing to Dwight, my voice distorted by the mask, "I'm taking him downstairs."

"Downstairs?" The goons looked at each other suspiciously.

"That's right," I gulped, "you know, DOWNSTAIRS."

"Oh, DOWNSTAIRS," the gobby goon punched me conspiratorially on the arm, "why didn't you say?"

"You should be more careful," his companion grunted, turning back to the vending machine, "you don't want the boss to catch you."

"Right," I agreed, gripping Dwight's forearm and urging him onward, "I'll do that."

"Enjoy yourself," the goon said to Dwight, before launching back into his tirade, "like I was saying, I know the T's and C's, I studied the fine print..."

--

We descended the staircase and came to a laboratory lit only by the dull glow of desktop screensavers. The laboratory was lined with huge freezer units that hummed softly.

"I know this place," I gasped, "Stevie's mom told me about it!"

"Who?"

"She went out in the first round, the Buzz Wire game. I bumped into her outside, in the city, after we went home. She told me...she told me this is where they do it."

"Do what?"

"Inseminate the losers."

I heaved open a freezer door and studied the rows of neatly labelled semen samples. Dwight took a step closer, pointing at one of the rows.


"That's..."

I leaned closer to read the label. Team 44. Lebowitz.

"...mine!"

"Who goes there?"

I slammed the freezer shut just in time. A goon walked round a hidden corner and pointed his weapon at us. The barrel dropped slightly when he recognised my pink jumpsuit but he remained on guard.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting another one."

I shrugged, chancing my arms. "He volunteered."

"No doubt," the goon tossed Dwight a clear plastic sample pot, "there's a spare examination room out back. Make it quick, the smugglers are waiting and I don't want to be around if they get caught."

I pushed Dwight roughly toward a pair of examination rooms. A yellow light seeped from beneath one of the doors and I could make out the sound of a man breathing heavily. Apollo. I nudged Dwight toward the other door and followed him inside.

"What do we do now?" Dwight whispered as the door clicked behind us.

"I think they've got a side hustle going on. It must be how Apollo is getting through all the rounds! They're selling his sperm on the blackmarket!"

Dwight looked with horror at the sample pot in his hand.

"They think you're in on the conspiracy. I'm sorry, Dwight, but there's only one way out of here. We have to keep up the charade. You're going to have to..."

"...make my cream?" Dwight finished, anxiously.

I pulled off the mask and looked into his eyes reassuringly. "There's worse ways to make a living."

--

I sat with my back to Dwight, staring at the wall, listening to the unmistakable sounds of fapping

and trying not to think about the ginormous cock getting worked over behind me.

"It's no good," Dwight groaned, "I'm too nervous!"

"What's that?"

"I'm nervous. I can't make it shoot!"

"Try to think of something sexy."

"What do you think I've been doing?"

"You are the only nineteen year old I know who can't jizz on cue. How have you made it this far? How have your balls not exploded?"

"That can happen? Oh god."

"Relax, I'm pretty sure that can't happen. You just need something to distract you."

Dwight gasped and tried to cover his huge erection as I turned round to face him. "Skye!"

"It's nothing I haven't already seen, don't get bashful on me, we don't have time for all that."

I shrugged out of the pink jumpsuit and sat on my heels in front of Dwight wearing only my silk nightie. "Do you want to see my tits?"

Dwight nodded, stroking his semi-erect monster over my face. "I think, I think it might help."

Slowly, seductively, I slipped one of the silk straps off my shoulder. "Will you squirt for me if I show you?"

Dwight nodded enthusiastically.

I slipped the other strap off and held the nightie against my chest, letting it slip down to just above my stiffening nipples.

"Promise?"

Dwight nodded again and I let the nightie fall to my waist. Dwight's cock swelled above me, reaching its gargantuan full size, requiring both his hands to stroke as I shook my modest breast beneath it.

"Do it, Dwight, cum on my titties."

I couldn't help feel a thrill of arousal watching the unfathomably large cock wobble above my face as Dwight gamely jerked it. I cupped my sensitive breasts and pinched my erect nipples, as much for my own pleasure as to bring Dwight closer to his orgasm.

"It's no good," Dwight groaned, "I usually have my lotion."

"Spit on it," I suggested, squeezing my tits.

"Dry mouth. Too nervous."

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what I had to do. I lifted myself up onto my knees, bringing my head over his huge cock.

HWAK TUAH!

I let rip a mouthful of thick saliva directly onto Dwight's angry purple glans.

"How's that?"

Dwight shivered as he swished my bubbly saliva around the tip. "Much better."

I worked up another mouthful of saliva and let it drool from my lips. It hung obscenely over Dwight's mammoth cock then landed with a wet squelch. I watched, mesmerised, as Dwight worked it into his freakishly big cock.

"Feels...good...getting..."

The door-handle suddenly rattled.

The goon's voice was loud and urgent. "Hurry up in there, the boat is waiting!"
I looked back and noticed Dwight's cock had wilted from the sudden interruption.

"I'm sorry, Skye," Dwight whispered, "it's just no use."

Desperate times call for desperate measures, I thought, glancing around the room. My eyes fell on the treatment chair in the corner of the room and I was struck with an idea.

"You're not to tell anyone about this," I whispered, turning my back on Dwight and walking over to the chair.

I glanced back once at Dwight's softening cock and made up my mind. In one swift motion, I hopped onto the treatment chair and lifted my legs into the cushioned leg supports. The movement forced my nightie to bunch around my waist and my spread, elevated legs gave Dwight a perfect view of my glistening pussy.

Dwight froze like a rabbit in the headlights, his saucer-like eyes fixed between my legs. His cock twitched once, then started expanding again.

"Get over here."

Dwight wasted no time positioning himself my legs.

"Let me know when you're ready to shoot," I instructed, "I'll hold the sample pot."

Dwight nodded absentmindedly.

"Have you seen a pussy before, Dwight?"

"N...n...never for real..."

I squeezed my breasts roughly, enjoying the ache that spread down my body to my throbbing clit. I can't deny it, it was hot, watching that huge cock twitching and pulsing because of my body.

A bead of pre-cum surged from Dwight's tip. It hung over my pussy, inching closer to my engorged lips with each two-handed stroke coaxing more of the slick, clear fluid from the source.

We both watched, transfixed, as the sling of pre-cum touched down directly against my erect clit. My fingers travelled automatically down my body, over the bunched nightie, and found the firm, slick nub. I gasped as I circled my pulsating button with Dwight's lubricating juice, more of it drooling over my fingers and hand in a constant stream.

"Are you...close?" I asked between quiet moans.

"You're so hot, Skye, but it's getting dry again. I don't know if I can finish like this."

I groaned, as much in pleasure as frustration, then reached forward and gripped the tip of Dwight's cock with my slimy hand. Dwight took a step forward. I smeared his own pre-cum on his cock and the raging tip bumped against my needy clit.

"It was an accident!" Dwight yelped, trying to step back but finding himself held firm by my grip on his cock.

"It's...fine..." I grunted, rubbing his cock through my glossy folds to gather up the liquid oozing out of me, then directing it back against my clit. "Keep...going..."

Dwight took control again, working his thick shaft with both hands while keeping the tip pressed firmly against my clit. I brought my hand to my lips and tasted our combined fluids. If there was any doubt before, it had all gone now. I wasn't just doing this for Dwight, I was doing this for me.

I sensed his movements growing more erratic, watched his legs trembling, his hips trusts to force the squishy head into my throbbing nub. I watched, amazed, as the narrow slit at the tip opened up around my little clit, engulfing it in pink flesh. My little erect clit was fucking his massive urethra. So depraved, so fucking sexy.

My legs shook against the supports and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, so I wasn't aware as Dwight's fitful wanking nudged his cock lower, to my dripping hole, until I felt the sudden searing pressure of his tip spreading me open.

"Dwiiiiight!" I mewled, "not...there...you'll rip me...in half..."

"Sorry!"

Blissfully his cock returned to my clit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body, coaxing me closer to uncharted territory, to a pinnacle of orgasmic bliss.

"Skye, I'm going to...I'm nearly..."

"Noooo..." I moaned, riding a wave towards my own release, "a little...longer..."

"Skye!"

"Pleeeeease..."

The sample pot was forgotten. I was close, so close, to my first orgasm. I needed it. I needed to cum.

"Skye, now!"

The panic in Dwight's voice cut through my fog of arousal. I snatched the sample pot and held it over my stomach. Dwight lurched forward, his thighs crashing into my ass, and aimed his pulsating cock at the narrow opening just in time to catch the first jet of creamy goodness inside.

Bullseye. A job well done. If it only Dwight had stopped there.

Dwight's cum pulsed out of him in powerful lashings that quickly filled the sample pot to capacity. He showed no signs of stopping there. Dwight continued shooting thick, forceful streams of jizz that overflowed the sample pot and splattered against my toned abs, pooling in my belly button and glazing my bronzed stomach.

I don't know how long it went on for. A minute? Two? My stomach was drenched when it was over. A few especially powerful spurts shining between my heaving breasts. The nightie around my waist absorbing the last weak dribbles. And me, hot, bothered, and unsatisfied. As usual.

--

"Took you long enough."

Dwight handed the waiting goon the sample pot. "Sorry."


"This should fetch a pretty penny though."

I gripped Dwight's forearm and started walking him out of the lab.

"Don't you want your prize?"

Dwight and I turned, confused.

"The next game?"

"Oh, right," Dwight stammered, "yes please."

The goon stared at us suspiciously for a long, tense moment.

"It's Duck, Duck, Goose. You'll be glad you emptied the chamber early, trust me."

--

We retraced our footsteps, stopping only to deposit the jumpsuit and mask in the vacant cell before slipping silently back into the contestants dormitory hall.

"Pssst! Over here." Akari waved at us from our earlier perch.

"Did you find anything useful?" Akari whispered as we climbed up to join her.

Dwight and I exchanged a blushing glance.

"What?" Akari probed, picking up on the tension, "did something happen?"

"No!" we said together.

"So, what did you learn?"

"We know what the next game is," I began, "well, sort of."

"What do you mean, sort of?"

"It's Duck, Duck, Goose," Dwight whispered.

"Huh?

"That's all we know."

"And..." I began, remembering the goon's cryptic warning.

"And what?"

"Nothing," Dwight burbled, "that's it."

"Well, it's better than nothing, I suppose," said Akari, "good work team."

--

I don't remember falling asleep. It was a dreamless sleep. A medicated sleep.

When I woke up I was lying naked on my back. My legs above my head, pressed against a wall in front of me, and kept in place by ankle straps. My arse was pressed against an opening in the wall and a leather belt was strapped firmly around my waist to keep me in place. I felt a cool breeze against my pussy and knew instantly that it was exposed to anyone on the other side of the wall.

I looked to my left and saw Ellie groggily coming to. Her big, perfectly shaped breasts jiggling as she stretched her arms over her head. To my right was Lisa, similarly dazed, confused, and naked as the day she was born.

"What's going on?"

I lifted myself onto my elbows and saw Akari on the other side of Lisa, struggling against the leather belt around her waist.

"I think...this is the next game." Ellie said.

"No shit, Sherlock!"

I looked over Ellie's chest and saw Riley strapped down beside her.

"For fucks sake," Ellie groaned, covering her tits with her arm self-consciously, "why does it have to be you?"

Riley scoffed. "Trust me, I'm not thrilled about it either."

"What is this?" Lisa squeaked.

"Ain't you ever seen a gloryhole before," Riley called over, "I thought you were 'posed to be some kinda genius?"

"A glory...hole?" Lisa echoed.

"Uh-oh..." Akari groaned.

"Where are the men?" Ellie asked naively.

"I've got a sneaky feeling we're about to find out."

A shrill blast of feedback from a PA system pre-empted the distorted voice of a goon.

"Contestants! The next game is Duck, Duck, Goose. Male contestants will Duck the female contestants."

"Did he say Duck or..." Ellie's next words were droned out by another screech of feedback.

"Teams will lose if a male Gooses inside a female, unless that female is his team mate, in which case the team will proceed to the next round regardless of how many Goosings the female has taken."

"When he says Goose does he mean...making cream?" Lisa asked, her lip trembling.

"Males will repeat the lineup until the allotted twenty minutes is complete."

"Twenty minutes?!" Akari gasped.

"Males, on your marks!"

I stiffened as something slick and hot brushed against my exposed pussy.

"Get set!"

Gasps to the left and right of me as the line of spread-eagled women simultaneous experienced anonymous men lining up at their entrances.

"No!" Akari's scream was desperate as she struggled against the bindings, "please, no! I quit, I'll do anything, I promise, just not my virg..."

"Go!"

"Ugh!"

Akari's cry died in her mouth, replaced by a throaty grunt as the stranger on the other side of the wall took her virginity.

I was too shocked by the cock spearing me to spare a thought of sympathy. It wasn't the biggest I'd ever taken, far from it, but the sudden intrusion took me by surprise. I felt myself clenching up and choking the man's passage into my tunnel.

Then he was pulling back, almost all the way out of my tight hole, a moment of blissful relief, before thrusting back in. Cold lube smeared across my lips, easing the stranger's passage as he nudged deeper inside me.

My head lolled to my right as the stranger's thighs bumped against mine, bottoming out inside me, and I saw Lisa covering her mouth with both her hands in a futile attempt to stifle her pitiful mewling.

"Jesus...fucking...christ..." Ellie's perfect breasts bounced in time with the man powering remorselessly into her behind the wall. We caught eyes, communicating a silent prayer that it would be over soon and, more importantly, without a mess.

A desperate cry from further down the line caused us to look past Riley, where a girl was scrabbling at the belt around her waist. I barely recognised her as the auburn-haired sister I'd seen in the waterfall, making passionate love to her brother. Now she was thrashing wildly against her restraints, a feral panic etched into her face.

"Too big!" The auburn-haired girl gasped, "too big!"

I knew instantly who was lined up on the other side of the wall from her. Only one dong could break a woman that quickly. And he was only four spaces away from me. Dwight.

The auburn-haired girl writhed in agony, her chest arcing upwards then crashing down against the bench.

OOH-GAH!

The sound of the siren announced the changing of positions. I was struck by a sudden emptiness as the man between my legs withdrew. The relief was only momentary before another stranger took his place.

I watched as Ellie turned her head and smirked at her nemesis. "Let's see how you enjoy this one, bitch."

"You're next, dipshit." Riley retorted, sounding much more confident than she looked as Dwight lined up on the other side of the wall from her.

I barely registered Riley's scream before the next stranger was entering me, thicker than the last, thick enough that I could feel every veiny bump on his shaft as he plundered my pussy. I wondered briefly if my brother had been one of the two to take me. No, I remembered his perfectly made cock, he was bigger than both of these men.

I was dimly aware of Akari's sobs somewhere to my right as she took only the second cock of her life. To my left, Ellie was running her fingers through her long blonde hair, anxiously watching Riley blabbering nonsensically while Dwight rammed his giant cock into her tight little hole.

OOH-GAH!

"Oh shit," Ellie muttered, "oh shit oh shit ohhhhhhhhh...."

I watched the beautiful blonde clawing at the bench as, on the other side of the wall, the donkey-cock stretched her open. I reached over and took her hand, forgetting for a moment the waves of pleasure beginning to course through my body thanks to the thick cock slowly fucking me. Ellie gripped my hand so tight it hurt, staring at me with a wordless plea as Dwight took her.

I could SEE him moving inside my friend, her abdomen rising with a pronounced lump each time his huge cock buried a little deeper inside her.

A jolt of lightning caused me to look between my own legs. I felt it again, an unmistakable slap against my clit, shooting pleasure up my spine.

"The little prick," I spat, "he's...flicking...my...clit!"

OOH-GAH

Ellie gasped as the shlong slipped from her aching cunt. Her head slumped to face me, a look of pity in her eyes, and she squeezed my hand.

"Good luck."

Then it was nudging me open. I was thankful for the previous three cocks warming me up but none came close to Dwight for girth or length. Not by a long shot.

I was opening for him, stretching with a blissful agony around his huge flared head, a stretch that seemed to go on and on, undeniable and insistent, pain and pleasure all at once until, with a gasp, the ridged tip popped inside me. My legs trembled uncontrollably against the wall, rattling the bindings as Dwight slipped his cock back out of my spasming hole, only to begin the tortuous stretching anew.

I lost all sense of time. All I knew was the Herculean cock working its way slowly inside me, rubbing with exquisite pain against every nerve in my overstimulated pussy, breaking me, using me. I watched, dazed, as my abdomen bulged exactly as Ellie's had minutes before, only dimly connecting the sight to my own body. I observed with detachment that I was crying.

I remembered how, only hours before, Dwight's urethra and swallowed my clit whole, and marvelled that, somehow, I'd managed to accommodate that beast. And not just accommodate. I was beginning to enjoy it.

Bit by bit, the pain receded. In its place, a pressure building somewhere deep inside me. A pressure threatening to explode if only Dwight would fuck me a little harder, a little longer. So close, so, so close to the release that had eluded me all my life and then...

OOH-GAH

"Owwww..."

A disappointed moan slipped past by lips as Dwight's massive schlong slurped out of my drooling pussy.

Which meant it was Lisa's turn next.

I turned to look at her with the same glazed expression Ellie had looked at me not long before. Her face was a tumult of fear, confusion, desire. Because Lisa knew. She knew she was about to fuck her brother.

"Dwiiiiiiiiii...."

Lisa's hands grasped her tiny titties and her head shot backwards. She gaped like a goldfish, blinking rapidly, as she took her brother's giant cock.

And she wasn't the only one.

"I'd recognise this cock ANYWHERE," Riley purred at Ellie, "get ready for my brother and try not to disappoint him this time."

Ellie groaned, whether from the the stranger pumping into her or Riley's taunt, I did not know. My attention returned to Lisa who had gone rigid, her body bowed and trembling, taut as a snare drum. I could see the tremor of her like the hum of a current running in her bones.

Then release, precipitous and violent, as her orgasm shattered the tension.

"Holy...smokes!"

Lisa came on her brother's fat cock, shivering and yelping as he ploughed relentlessly through her orgasm.

OOH-GAH

"Noooo..." Lisa moaned, still shuddering through her orgasm as Dwight pulled out of her and moved onto Akari.

Ellie was whining too, biting her lip in an attempt to disguise the pleasure her ex-boyfriends cock was delivering with his confident thrusts.

"Oh fuck," Ellie whimpered, "please no, not him, please not...UGHHH!"

The buxom blond convulsed on the bench beside me, her legs shaking uncontrollably, as a wet splat echoed faintly through the wall in front of her.

"You go, bro," Riley whooped, "make that bitch squirt!"

Whatever he was seeing on the other side of the wall must have inspired the guy fucking me because I felt him redouble his efforts, slamming into me like a jackrabbit. I'd been with enough guys to know the warning signs.

"Don't...you...fucking...dare..."

For a moment, I thought my threat had worked. The pounding ceased. The stranger held himself against me, buried to the hilt. Then I felt it.

The burning rush of hot liquid spraying directly against my cervix. The swelling, pulsing throb of his cock emptying into his baby batter inside me. So much of the damn stuff, I felt it leaking out and dripping over my asshole.

"No!"

OOH-GAH

"Oh my god, Skye, did he..?" Ellie trailed off as I nodded silently.

Faintly, through the wall, I heard the slap of Apollo high-fiving the stranger who had bred me moments before.

"Sloppy seconds," Apollo's voice was faint and muffled, "that's some nasty shit."

Then he was sliding effortlessly inside me thanks to the hot buttery lubricant.

"Don't worry," Apollo yelled through the wall, "I'll save my load for the next bitch!"

As much as I hate to admit it, he was a great fuck. Rolling his hips to angle each thrust against my g-spot, Apollo knew exactly how to hit my buttons. So this is what Ellie saw in him, I mused, as his beautiful black cock massaged the sensitive nub of nerve endings.

I felt Apollo scoop up the frothy white cream leaking down my ass and thrumming his cum-drenched fingers over my aching clit. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure.

It was over. I'd lost. Everything we'd gone through, everything we'd done, was for nothing.

The least I could do was enjoy the send off.

I lost track of the number of cocks that took me. Either side of me, my friends writhed and spasmed through countless orgasms, blinded to anything but the strangers ravishing their well-used cunts.

At some point I felt another stranger emptying his load deep inside me. Another soon after. I had stopped caring.

I was cock-drunk. Dwight's schlong shocked me out of my cum-haze long enough to register that the male players had been round twice. It dawned on me, too late, that this meant my brother had fucked me.

The one man I wanted and I hadn't even known it was him. Then I slipped back into that perfect state of non-self, hovering tantalisingly on the edge of an orgasm that refused to crest.

--

The bindings around our waists and ankles clicked open.

We were free.

I looked numbly at Ellie, Akari and Lisa. Dishevelled and dripping with sweat, they wore the stunned expression of women soundly fucked.

All three of them looked between my legs. I followed their gaze to the foamy, cum drenched entrance to my pussy. I queefed loudly and my friends watched as a gush of cum drip down my thighs.

"Did any of you..." I looked at each in turn.

"I don't think so," Ellie shook her head sadly.

Lisa shivered as she ran a finger through her engorged pussy. "Doesn't look like it."

"Me neither," Akari added, oddly muted.

"Just me then," I smiled bravely, "I guess this is goodbye."

"Don't say that," Ellie started towards me.

"It's okay. Really. I just want it to be over."

Ellie wrapped her arms around me, pressing her naked, sweat-slick body against mine. I felt another pair of arms circle us.

"We'll do it for you." Lisa said firmly.

"Thanks for everything," Akari added, joining the hug.

--

We put on fresh nighties and were led through an opening in the wall. The men were pulling on their boxer shorts, sheepishly watching their teammates filter into the space on the other side of the gloryhole wall.

"Skye!"

I cringed. "Hey, Tim."

My brother stopped a couple of meters away from me, staring at me strangely. I slowly looked up at him through my messy fringe and our eyes locked.

In that moment, everything fell into place. I saw the gears turning, watched my brother add two plus two and finding, yes, he'd fucked his sister.

Goons were dragging away team all around us. Most were too broken to protest and went willingly to their fate. Tim's eyes dropped to my cum soaked thighs. The evidence of our defeat clear as day. I felt more cum splooge out of me and saw the penny fall.
"We...lost?"

Tim glanced around, searching for the goons that were coming to drag us away. To eliminate us and inseminate me.

But I was doing a little internal maths of my own. Call it intuition. Call it a sixth sense. That's the thing with twins.

"Tim."

Sometimes we just know.

"We're still in the game."

"But that means..."

--

COMING NEXT: If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Feel free to leave a comment suggesting the next challenge our favourite siblings should face at Sib Games.
Sib Games Ch. 06
Anal contest has sibling make decision with big consequences.
"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach."

My older sister, Amber, always was the voice of reason. That's the thing with the oldest sibling. They can be SO boring.

"Are not."

"Are too!"

"It's MY birthday!" I yelled, reaching for the cake that Amber was holding above her head.

"You mean OUR birthday," Tim corrected.

"I. Want. Cake!"

"Fine, okay, have it your way. Just stop screaming already."

I always knew how to push my sister's buttons. That's the thing with the youngest sibling. We always get what we want.

I remember spending the rest of that birthday spewing frosting, so I guess Amber was right. I've always had a problem with biting off more than I can chew.

--

Maybe if I'd learned my lesson on my ninth birthday, I wouldn't have got myself into this predicament.

I wouldn't have accepted the businessman's offer on the Tube station. I wouldn't have called the number on his business card. I wouldn't have my brother's cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy.

Our friends stood in a circle around me. All of us through to the next round. All of us burdened with the knowledge we'd fucked our teammate through the gloryhole.

But only one of us dripping with the evidence to prove it.

Mercifully, a platoon of goons marched through a pair of doors and our band of survivors turned to brace ourselves for the next instalment of sexual terror. One goon stood out from the rest. He wore a black trench coat over black clothing and a featureless black mask.

"I am the Host," the black clad goon announced, "I am here to congratulate you on making the final ten teams...and to offer you a choice."

"A choice?" Tim quizzed.

"The prize pot stands at £900,000. Should you wish, you may split the pot equally between the remaining players and walk away from the games tomorrow."

Dwight whistled. "Forty-five thousand EACH..."

"However, the vote must be unanimous. If even one player declines, all players must proceed to the final two games where only one team will be victorious."

We looked around our group of survivors, wondering who, if anyone, would chose the latter option.

"You have until tomorrow morning to decide."

With that, the Host turned on his heel and marched out of the room flanked by his phalanx of goons.

Akari was the first to speak. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

The auburn-haired girl I'd recognised from the waterfall spoke through sobs, "I can't take any more, I'm done."

Her brother held her to his chest and nodded in agreement.

"Would that cover your operation, Daddy?" Ellie asked.

"And then some," Larry confirmed.

"That's all we came for. We're with Akari. Let's end this."

There was a murmur of general agreement.

"We could re-open the shop," Lisa turned to Dwight, "and pay off our creditors."

"What do you think, Skye?" Dwight asked.

"I...I...I..."

"We agree," Tim said firmly, "this has gone far enough."

"You fucking cowards."

Apollo and Riley strode into the middle of our small group.

"It makes sense that you'd want to quit now," Apollo sneered.

"Cus none of you have what it takes to go all the way," Riley finished, slipping her hand into her brothers.

"Don't be ridiculous," Tim stepped towards the pair, "forty-five grand is a lot of money."

"Hey, Einstein," Apollo pointed at Dwight, "tell me, which is bigger, forty-five thousand or a million?"

"In purely mathematical terms..." Dwight began.

"It was a rhetorical question, freak."

"Oh."

"Leave him alone." Tim took a step closer to Apollo.

"Or what?"

Apollo took a step towards Tim, closing the gap between them. They glared at each other, chest to chest.

"If you want a penny of that money," Apollo sneered, "you'll have to go through us."

I don't know what would have happened if the goon hadn't arrived at that moment.

"Get moving, degenerates. It's shower time."

--

I stood under the steaming water for a long time. The other girls had already left the changing room when I padded out of the tiled showers, all pink and shiny. Almost all the girls.

I looked with begrudging admiration at Riley's naked body. Her wet braids reached all the way to a toned butt that was big enough to give mine a run for its money. Legs of a track star, perfect hourglass figure, beautiful perky tits. I had to give it to the girl, that family had damn good genes.

"Take a picture, bitch, it'll last longer."

"I wasn't...I'm not..."

"Whatever."

The door to the changing room opened and a goon stepped inside.

"I've been looking for you."

"Who, me?" I asked, hoping there had been some mistake, that we really should have been eliminated in the last round, that my brother hadn't bred my unprotected pussy.

"Both of you," the goon said, "boss wants to see you. He told me to give you these."

The goon handed Riley and me a black rectangular box each.

"Put it on, I'll be waiting outside."

I lifted the lid and discovered a layer of pink tissue paper, the same electric shade of pink worn by the goons. Beneath the tissue paper was a black satin cushion, and on the cushion was a set of electric pink lingerie.

I lifted it gingerly from the box. It felt expensive. French. Lacy little half cups. A skimpy g-string. Suspenders and sheer black stockings. A leather, studded dog collar.

I glanced at Riley and she looked back at me, sharing a silent thought. Whatever this meant, it wasn't good.

--

The goon led us into the same polished concrete corridor that I'd explored with Dwight the previous night. The Host was waiting for us there.

We stood in front of him like naughty school girls as he inspected our outfits. He nodded once, satisfied, turned, and lead us down the corridor away from the dormitory.

"You have been selected by one of our V.I.P's," the Host explained, "this is a great honour...and a chance to boost your chances."

"Sounds good to me," Riley said cheerfully.

"What's the catch?" I asked suspiciously.

The Host stopped walking suddenly.

"These are powerful people. Rich. Influential. Famous. The kind of people with reputations to uphold. If they take off their masks, don't look at their faces."

--

The Host lead us into a dimly lit room. The space gave the impression of intimacy despite its large size. The floor sloped in deep tiered steps towards a huge screen that spanned the width and height of the far wall.

The screen was divided into windows displaying various camera angles of the the contestants dormitory. Despite the low lighting, the hidden cameras offered perfect, high-definition pictures of the contestants in their bunks.

"Old highpockets ain't got no appetite for the wager."

My attention turned to a V.I.P lounging on a chez lounge nearby. He wore a diamond encrusted stetson and a Venetian mask.

Seated beside him on a wide love chair was another V.I.P in a maroon smoking jacket. He took a slow drag on his cigar before replying cryptically out the corner of his mouth. "A fool and his money."

"I'll take fifty on the Team 22," a beautiful woman in a shimmering gold ballgown, split high up her thigh, sauntered over to the men, "I won't do it for less."

"You've got yourself a deal," the stetson-wearing V.I.P slapped his fat palm into the woman's, "show us the nerds!"

I gasped as one of the windows expanded to fill half the wall and cut to a close up view of Lisa and Dwight's bunk bed. Beneath the duvet, two shapes tumbled energetically.

"Thermal imaging, please."

The window suddenly flicked to shades of reds and blues, revealing the bodies hidden beneath the duvet. One of the red silhouettes was hunched over the other, bobbing enthusiastically on a huge spear of glowing heat.

"Yee-hah!" The V.I.P waved his stetson over his head. "Double or nothing on the little bitty Asian?"

The woman glanced over at Riley and me. "Perhaps later. My entertainment has arrived."

--

"How do you do it?"

I was perched on the edge of a grand four poster bed, watching Riley explore the opulent bedroom.

"Do what?" Riley asked, picking up a lipstick on the dressing table and applying it to her lips.

"Your brother!"

"Oh that," Riley shrugged, checking her reflection in the mirror, "I stopped caring what other people think a long time ago."

"But it's..."

"Incest?"

"I was going to say illegal...but yeah. Doesn't that bother you?"

Riley spritzed herself with the V.I.P's perfume.

"We're adults. We're not hurting anyone. Why SHOULD it bother me?"

Riley bent forward for a closer inspection of her face in the vanity mirror and my eyes fell to the thin strip of lace being swallowed by her perfect ass.

"I've seen the way the rest of you behave," I averted my eyes as Riley turned to face me, "you're fucking hypocrites."

"No we're...it's the game...I don't..."

"Bitch, please. Tell me you didn't get off knowing your brother was on the other side of the gloryhole. Say it to my face."

I walked over to a window opening out onto the snowy valley. Moonlight refracted off the fresh powder, giving the landscape an otherworldly glow.

"That's what I thought," Riley scoffed behind me, "only difference between us, I ain't lying to myself about it."

Just then the door to the bedroom opened and the V.I.P in the golden dress walked in. Riley and I stiffened, suddenly self-conscious in our skimpy lingerie.

"You're probably wondering what you're doing here," the V.I.P said, kicking off her high heels and checking the position of her Venetian mask in the mirror.

"I got a pretty damned good idea," sassed Riley, "so what'll it be? You want me to eat her out? You into the rough stuff? I'll fuck her, if you've got a strap on."

"So feisty," the woman laughed, "let's take a little time to get to know one another."

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said, remembering the Host's warning.

The V.I.P turned her piercing blue eyes on me.

"Clever girl."

The V.I.P sat on the edge of the huge bed, crossing one long, lithe leg over the other. She patted the mattress either side of her.

"Sit down. Relax."

I begrudgingly sat next to the V.I.P while Riley hopped onto the bed on her other side.

"What DO you want with us?" I asked.

"Have you been to the races? Of course you haven't, you sweet things. Before the race begins, the owners parade their horses in the paddock for the racegoers. Is she calm? Is she moving freely? Does she respond to the whip?"

The V.I.P placed her hand on my thigh, toying with my lace suspender with her perfectly manicured fingers.

"This is how the discerning racegoer places his bet. With a full understanding of the field."

"You're...choosing who to back?"

"You ARE a clever girl, aren't you!" The V.I.P patted my thigh affectionately, "now where are my manners, I haven't even offered you a drink."

I watched warily as the V.I.P popped a bottle of champagne and poured three crystal flutes. She returned and offered one to us both.

"Thanks," Riley said, taking the flute and swigging from it.

"I'm fine," I said distrustfully.

"I insist."


The V.I.P pressed the cold flute to my hand.

"Here's to...happy families"

The V.I.P touched her flute to mine then watched intently as I brought the glass to my lips. Her fingers touched the stem of my flute, gently tipping the golden liquid into my mouth until the flute was empty.

"Drink up," the V.I.P said to Riley, "it's expensive stuff."

"What's in it?" I asked, wiping my lips.

"Chardonnay. Pinot noir. A little pinot meunier to balance the profile. And a mild dose of ether. Truth serum, to the layman."

My face dropped. Riley hiccuped.

"It'll wear off in, oh, two or three hours. Plenty of time to get to know each other."

--

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

I felt oddly elated, sort of lightheaded, giggly almost. Carefree.

"Where were you born?"

"London."

Why shouldn't I answer her questions? They seemed innocent enough.

"What's your most searched tags on literotica?"

"I..."

A slight frown creased my forehead.

"DP...creampie...CNC..."

"Go on..."

"...incest."

A cold wave of nausea rose inside me.

"And you, Riley?"

"Oh, all sorts, but if I had to pick I'd probably go incest too. Anal incest is my absolute favourite."

"What made you decide to come back to the games, Riley?"

"I believed we could win. It's as simple as that. I know my brother, he doesn't lose."

"And you, Skye? Why did you make the call?"

My mouth felt dry.

"I needed the...I wanted Tim to speak to...because...because...because..."

The V.I.P nodded encouragingly.

"...because I wanted him. I want him. I want my brother."

The words tumbled out me and the V.I.P smiled wickedly. "Now we're getting somewhere."

I felt breathless, dizzy, and then, as quickly as the panic had risen, it dissipated and was replaced by a the sweet kiss of chemical relaxation.

So what if this stranger knows, I reasoned, who's she going to tell?

"How long have you wanted your brother, Skye?"

"It started last summer on a cross-country trip to pick our sister up from university."

Why was I telling her this? Oh, right. The ether.

"It was hot out. Aircon was on the blink. Things only got worse when we had Amber in the car. We underestimated how much crap she had, so, when you think about it, there was no other choice. I just had to sit on Tim's lap."

I hadn't told ANYONE about this trip. But in that moment, I couldn't think of a good reason why not.

"I was wearing a thin little summer dress, no underwear, obviously. Not in that sweat box. I guess Tim had the same idea, 'cus his jogging shorts weren't doing jack to disguise the log under my ass."

The V.I.P nodded encouragingly. "How did that make you feel?"

"I was pissed off! Damn uncomfortable enough without my brother prodding my behind for four hours. But then..."

Another wave of nausea passed over me.

"...I was shifting around, trying to get comfortable, but the problem just kept getting bigger. I couldn't avoid it any longer. The problem was right between my legs, pressing right against my..."

The word choked in my throat.

"Pussy?" Riley finished.

I nodded, sweat beading on my forehead.

"It was right THERE. Hardly anything between us. He must have felt it too. I was so hot, especially...there. That's when it happened. That's when everything changed."

What's the worst that could happen, I reasoned, why shouldn't they know?

"That's when I stopped thinking of him as my brother...and started thinking of him as a man. The kind of man I could fancy. The kind of man I could fuck."

My hands covered my mouth a moment too late. The truth was out.

"Good girl," the V.I.P purred, "and you Riley, when did you know you wanted your brother?"

"I can't remember a time when I didn't want him," Riley shrugged, not missing a beat.

"Does it scare you that he might not what you too?"

Riley twitched and her face clouded with disquiet, but only for a moment, before settling back to a mask of serenity.

"I'm afraid what would happen if I lost him. I don't have anyone else."

Though her outward appearance remained unperturbed, Riley's eyes shined with tears.

"Deep down, I think he wanted it that way," Riley continued, "I think he made me the way I am... a bitch....I think he wants me to depend on him...to need him...because that way I'll do anything for him. I'll be whoever he wants..."

A single tear ran down Riley's calm face.

"...I'll be his cum-slut sister."

"Well done, Riley. Now we're getting somewhere." The V.I.P turned her piercing gaze to me, "and what are YOU afraid of, I wonder?"

What was I afraid of? Easy. I was afraid I'd fuck my...no. That wasn't it. There was something else.

"I'm scared...I'm scared that...that if I fuck my brother, I won't be able to stop."

The truth shocked me like a bucket of ice water.

"I'm scared I'll be his cum-slut sister too. Forever."

I remembered Riley's defence of her relationship with Apollo.

We're adults.

We're not hurting anyone.

So what if I'm his cum-slut sister? Why SHOULD it bother me?

--

Dawn was rising over the valley when the truth serum finally wore off. We'd laid ourselves bare to the mysterious woman. Nothing was held back, she knew our darkest secrets, and more.

"I'd like to see you clearly before I dismiss you. Without this blasted mask."

The V.I.P unfastened the Venetian mask and began lifting it over her head. I scrunched my eyes shut and heard her mocking laugh.

"Sweet child, what are you afraid of?"

The last vestiges of the serum worked their magic.

"You'll kill us if we see your face."

She laughed again. "Is that what they told you? How predictable."

I felt cold fingers on my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw, then down to the thumping artery in my neck. She lingered there, feeling the brisk thumping of my pulse.

"Go. I've seen all I need to see."

We turned our back on the V.I.P and made for the door. Riley hurried ahead but I hesitated in the doorway, a question bugging me.

"Who will you back to win?" I asked.

There was a long, heavy silence.

"Only one of you has what it takes to go all the way. I think you know who."

--

"So we're in agreement? We end it today."

Our group of survivors stood in a circle. Ten teams. Twenty players. Eighteen of them looking with anticipation at Apollo.

Apollo folded his arms across his chest, sulking something awful.

"Apollo?" Tim pressed for an answer.

"You promised," Riley hissed, "you said..."

"I don't know what's got into you," Apollo huffed, "we would have wiped the floor with these losers."

"I swear if you go back on your word now, I'll never..."

"Fine! Alright! Have it your way," Apollo looked around the circle, "we'll vote to leave."

"That's everyone." Larry confirmed.

Tim smiled, "let's go home."

One by one we stepped onto the stage, wrote our vote on a crisp manilla card, and dropped it into the neon pink ballot box.

I watched them cast their votes. Every one of them broken by the sick games. Every one of them afraid of who they had become. I watched my brother drop his vote into the box. He turned and smiled gently at me.

Then it was my turn.

I felt their eyes burning into my back. I held the pen over the blank card. I thought of Riley's words again.

Why SHOULD it bother me what people think?

I scribbled my vote, dropped it into the ballot box, then rejoined the group.

The Host opened the ballot box and counted the votes.

Akari was crying gently nearby, "it's over Grandpa, we can go home."

"As you know, the vote to quit the games must be unanimous. If even one player declines, all players must proceed to the final two games."

"Get it over with already!"

"The votes are in. Nineteen leave. One stay."

The hall echoed with cries of outrage.

"You promised!" Riley screamed, slapping Apollo.

"It wasn't me, I swear to God!"

"The next game will begin shortly."

--

I'll admit, I felt a little guilty when the group turned on Apollo. A little. Then I remembered the way he'd taken pleasure in forcing Ellie to orgasm during Duck Duck Goose. Smug prick got everything he deserved. Which was damn near a Lynch mob.

I stayed near the back of the braying pack of furious contestants, feigning anger and shouting half-heartedly until the goons herded us through the maze of subterranean corridors to the next game.

We were led into a white room. Lined up opposite us were ten pink boxes, labelled with the numbers one to ten.

"Welcome to the sixth game," a goon announced over the PA system, "before the game begins, please choose one of the boxes."

"There are ten teams and ten boxes," Dwight mumbled beside me, "maybe it's the order we play the game in?"

The auburn-haired girl from the waterfall strode over to the sixth box.
"Better to be in the middle," she said to her brother, "it's risky to be the first to go without knowing the game but we don't want to be near the back if there's a time limit."

Larry was next to choose a box.

"It's good logic," he said to Ellie, claiming number five.

There was a sudden rush as teams dashed to claim the remaining middle numbers. Four, seven, and eight went in quick succession.

"What do we do?" I asked Tim.

Our options were limited further before Tim could formulate a plan. Apollo marched confidently over to the third box.

"I...I..I'm not sure," Tim said, pondering the remaining boxes.

I watched as Lisa pulled Dwight over to the ninth box. Number two was claimed next. Only one and ten remained. First and last. Start and finish.

I hesitated a few yards from the first box.

"Excuse me?"

I turned and found Akari's grandpa behind me.

"May I take number one?" Grandpa croaked, "I've lived my entire life following others. For once, I'd like to lead the way."

"Grandpa, are you sure?" Akari asked, holding onto his arm.

"I've never been the star of my own life. With what time I have left, I'd like to be the hero."

I looked over Grandpa's shoulder at Tim. He nodded solemnly.

"Okay," I said stepping away from the box, "good luck."

I walked down the line to the final box. Box number ten.

"Contestants," the goon announced, "now you have chosen, you may open your box."

I looked at my brother. "Together?"

"Together," he agreed.

We each placed a hand on the lid and lifted.

"What the fuck?"

I'm no stranger to sex toys. I've even got a modest collection hidden in my sock drawer. But what I saw in the box was unlike anything I'd seen before.

"The number on your box corresponds to the girth of your toy in inches," the goon explained, "teams must fit the entirety of the toy inside their partner's ass within twenty minutes."

Fuck. We were number ten. Ten inches.

"Teams who fail to accommodate their toy will be inseminated."

Why, oh why, had I swapped with Akari and Grandpa?

I lifted silicon object out of our box. It was as long as my forearm, a colossal monster flared with three bulging knots of increasing girth.

"Oh jeepers," I heard Lisa exclaim to my left. In her hand was a similarly sized silicon toy with one wide knot near the base.

"On your marks...go!"

Tim looked at me quizzically. "Have you ever..."

"Not with anything this big!" I gulped, rueing my vote to continue the game already.

Like I said, my eyes always have been bigger than my stomach.

"Maybe this will help?" Tim pulled a bottle of clear lube from the box.

"It'll take more than that," I said, dropping to all fours and turning my butt to my brother, "it'll take a miracle to fit that inside me."

"Skye...I..."

I dropped my elbows to the floor, thrusting my butt towards his face and forcing my silk nightie to slip up my back.

"Just get on with it, we'll need every second we've got."

I felt my cheeks burning. I'd never been so exposed to my brother before. At the gloryhole I'd at least had some anonymity, even if Tim had seen seen my cum soaked pussy. I wondered briefly if he'd recognise it now.

"Holy crap, Skye. You look...just...wow. You're fucking beautiful."

"You really mean it?" I mumbled awkwardly.

In answer, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I'd always been proud of my butt. I worked damn hard on it. Even so, despite the attention it I'm used to receiving for it, Tim's forthright action took me by surprise.

My brother massaged my butt, silently kneading my plumb cheeks, squishing them together then spreading them to expose my tight little butthole.

I shifted my knees a little wider to give my brother better access and felt my sticky pussy opening up as he spread my cheeks again.

"Don't go straight in with that monster, I need a little...oh!"

The rough, wet surface of my brother's tongue dragged across my tiny butthole, causing it to clench shut in shock. Tim's oral assault continued, lapping at my wrinkled donut until it began easing open again. His confidence was almost as shocking as his rigid tongue worming into my little ass.

"Relax," my brother soothed, taking a break to catch his breath, "just breath."

I felt a cool dollop of lube drip onto my asshole, a direct hit that fell through the small gape his tongue had encouraged, then more drizzling across the fleshy valley either side. Then my brother was smothering it over my winking hole, circling the loosening passage with his thumb before dipping the digit into my steaming depths.

"Where...did...you...learn...this...?" I sighed between each slow pump of his thumb into my ass.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

I gasped as my asshole stretched around another of my brother's probing fingers.

"Do you think you're ready to try?"

My stomach flipped at the thought of accommodating the three-headed monster. "I'll try."

"That's my girl," Tim said, pulling his fingers out of me with a wet slurp before spanking me playfully on the butt.

"What the fuck!"

"Don't you like being spanked?" Tim asked guiltily.

"It's not that, I just wasn't expecting it from my..."

"Try not to think of me as your brother. Imagine it's someone else."

But I wanted to think about my brother. That's what had made the spank feel so damn good.

"The first knot looks pretty manageable," Tim encouraged, drizzling lie over the intimidating toy.

"Manageable?! I don't know what butt sluts you've been fucking but that is not what I'd describe as manageable!"

I looked over my shoulder at the toy in my brother's hand. The first flared head had to be at least eight inches in girth. Big in anyone's books.

"Are you ready?" Tim asked.

"Get it over with," I whined, laying my head against my forearms and wiggling my tush in my brother's face.

"Trust me," my brother said softly as he nestled the plug against my asshole, "I know what I'm doing."

Tim pressed the toy against my slick hole with a gentle force that gradually eased me open around its bulging tip. Slowly, my tight ring stretched to accommodate the fearsome lump of silicon, pushing me quickly to my limits as I neared the maximum girth of the first head.

"Too much!" I whined, straining against the painful distortion of my gummy ring.

"We're nearly there," my brother promised, stroking my lower back with his free hand to soothe me.

But it was too much, far too much, and there was so much more to go.

"Push against it," Tim guided, "like you're taking a..."

I focused on pushing my butthole outwards and felt the knot slip another inch deep with another increase in pressure on my strained sphincter.

"Oh, fuck, Timmy. I..I don't think I can do this."

My brother rotated the toy, forcing the swirling knot to rub exquisitely against the sensitive flesh of my inner walls.

"It feels weird," I moaned.

"Almost there, sis. You can do this."

As weird as they were coming out of my brother's mouth, Tim's words spurned me to make one final push.

"UGH!"

My screaming ring slipped past the widest part of first knot and the rest drove inside me with a sudden pop.

I blacked out for a second, aware only of the overwhelming fullness in my ass. Whimpering soft jibberish, I clenched around the thick shaft of the toy buried inside me.

"Fucking...stretch...dirty...butt-fucking...brother..."

Tim rubbed my back. "That's it...you've got this...good girl."

At those last two words a tremor travelled down my spine, right to my tingling pussy. As if the situation wasn't depraved enough, I was getting turned on by the thought of my brother talking dirty to me. And it was helping. I was forgetting about the agonising stretching and focusing instead on the heat between my thighs.

"Say that again."

"What? Good girl?"

"Ughhh..." I groaned as I started opening up around the second knot.

"That's it!" Tim twisted the plug. "You're doing it, sis!"

"Talk...dirty...to...me..." I whimpered, cheeks flushed with the embarrassment and strain of my efforts. "It's...helping..."

There was a pause in which I could hear the grunts and moans of our competitors. And then...

"You look so fucking hot right now, Skye. I know it's bad, I know I shouldn't think it, but I can't help it. Your ass is fucking perfect."

I pushed out against the huge plug and felt the second knot inch deeper inside my cozy little asshole. The hand on my back travelled up to one jiggly cheek and pulled it wide open to ease the toys passage.

"Show me what you can do, sis. Stretch that beautiful asshole for me."

"So...wrong..."

My hole clenched around the intruder, forcing it out before relaxing and swallowing another inch. I looked back between my legs and saw a gooey trail of pussy juice dangling from my glistening lips.

Tim must have followed my gaze because a moment later he said in a low voice, "you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"No..." I whimpered.

Tim's hand connected with the soft flesh of my ass with a searing sting that made me yelp and recoil. "Don't lie to me. You love stretching your slutty little ass for your brother, don't you?"

"I..."

THWACK!

"Yes..." I whispered, reaching beneath myself for the hanging fluid.

"I...THWACK...can't...THWACK...hear...THWACK...you..." Each spank sent a white hot flash of pleasure to my dripping pussy.

"Yes!" I screamed, catching the falling nectar and mashing my slick fingers against my engorged lips. "Yes...yes...ye..."

A guttural groan spilled out of me as my abused hole suddenly swallowed the second knot. The bulky toy drove deep into my guts, sucking the first knot towards a pinching spot deep in my rectum that took my breath away.

I collapsed sideways into the foetal position and lay trembling as my asshole spasmed around the merciless intruder. The pressure was massive, an agonising wall of strain that built and built until...POP!

My asshole flared around the second knot, expelling it with a sudden rush of lube that was stemmed shortly after by the first knot driving home against the inside of my sphincter.

"You were so close, Skye. You almost had it." Tim stood over me, a look of concern on his face and an unmistakable tent in his boxer shorts.

"I can't..." I gasped, still holding my soggy fingers against my pussy, "it's too much."

"We've come too far to lose now, get on your knees."

The firmness in my brother's voice cut through the pain. I gingerly swung my legs beneath me and raised my ass up in the air towards my brother's face, the toy still embedded in me like a wobbly spear.

"You need to learn to enjoy it," Tim said, resuming his unyielding pressure on the base of the toy, "rub your pussy, make it feel good."

The knot passed easier the second time, my loosened hole welcoming the thick intrusion as I focused on the sparks of pleasure emanating from my throbbing clit.

"That's it!" Tim exclaimed, "good little butt-slut."

"You shouldn't...call your sister...that..." I whimpered, feigning the reluctance I should have been feeling.

"Then tell me to stop."

Tim's voice was a low warning, a challenge that promised even greater retribution. It was a side of my brother I hadn't seen before. A side I didn't know existed. A side I liked.

A yelp somewhere nearby distracted me for a moment. I glanced to my left and saw Lisa's skinny tush waving in the air as Dwight timidly worked the long shaft of their toy into her rear. Over her shoulder I could see two other teams, eight and seven, still struggling gamely with their girthy plugs, and then the auburn-haired girl on her back with her legs spread above her head in a wide V as her brother goaded a ribbed dildo into her back channel.

Beyond that, the hall was empty. My friends had passed the test while I was still battling against the first pair of mind-blowing knots and the biggest was still to come.

"Five minutes remaining!"

The pressure built against my asshole as Tim started work on the final knot.

"O-fuck...o-fuck..."

"Spread your perfect butt for me, sis."

The cold concrete stung my face as reached back with both hands to spread my fleshy ass, willing it to open for the final monstrous, ten-inch plug.

"My pussy...please, Tim, I need you to...rub it."

Tim hesitated for a moment then I felt his strong fingers sloshing through my hot, wet lips, seeking out the erect nub of nerve endings that could unlock my tight channel.

"Yes..." I hissed.

"Deep breaths, Skye," Tim instructed, "you're almost there."

My nails dug into the soft, cushiony skin of my tush, scratching deep marks in the milky white flesh. I was quaking from head to toe, trying to focus on my brother's fingers strumming my needy clit but finding my attention dragged time and again to the overwhelming pressure in my ass.

My brother's fingers on my clit. In any other circumstance it would be a dream come true. But right then it was a sideshow to the anal punishment I was receiving.

I was dimly aware of a shriek somewhere in the room, whether of success, pleasure, or agony, I did not know.

"Push, sis. Push for me. Swallow up that big fucking toy for your brother."

Tim's words were like fireworks in my mind. His fingers circled my clit with a delicious pressure that elicited more jabbering gibberish from my lips.

"Brother...fucking...slutty...hole..."

"Take it, Skye. Take it for me!"

"Shitting...holy...hell..."

"Nearly there, Skye!"

"Cum-slut...sister..."

Then I felt it. Another pressure. Not the one stretching my abused ass. Something different. Something that had eluded me for so long, for all my life. A wave building inside me, violent and daunting, threatening to overwhelm me at any moment and then...

POP!

The final knot drove home without warning, swallowed by my pulsing ass in one slurping motion that left my breathless and speechless. And the wave kept rising. Closer, stronger, so close to cresting, twelve inches of silicon and ten inches of girth driving me towards...towards...

"Contestants, your time is up!"

Then the wave was receding swiftly, taking the promise of sweet relief with it. I groaned, falling onto my side and rolling onto my back. The thick length of sex toy buried to the hilt inside me rubbed tantalisingly against my innards as I moved.

"Get it out," I begged.

Tim stood over me, his eyes wide and disbelieving, unable to move.

"Please!"

My pitiful whimper shook Tim into action. He dropped to his knees and gripped the round base of the toy. I felt his fingers slipping against my screaming hole as he secured his purchase on the beast.

"Just breath."

The agonising, blissful stretch returned. My brothers gaze was fastened on the circle of muscle stretching obscenely before his eyes. My tight little hole flared with a sudden pressure and the first knot slipped out of me. I hooked my arms behind my knees and pulled them to my chest, watching with macabre fascination as the next two knots slurped out.

The wobbling mass of silicon swayed in Tim's hand but his eyes stayed fastened to the tunnel that had so recently homed it. I craned my neck to follow his gaze and saw my perfect ass gaping lewdly, offering my brother a front-row seat of my pink tunnel inside.

Tim looked slowly from my winking hole to the colossal toy in his hand.

"Holy shit, Skye...you always did bite off more than you could chew."
Sib Games Ch. 07
Siblings compete in a sexual red light, green light.
Author's Note: This is the penultimate chapter of my Sib Games series (I'd recommend reading the other chapters before you start this one!)

Thanks to PYRONOMICON for the game suggestion.

--

"Are you awake?"

I rolled restlessly to face my brother and squeezed his hand beneath the duvet.

"Tim," I repeated, "are you awake?"

My twin brother groaned softly and his eyes opened slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Can't sleep," I mumbled, snuggling against the side of his body, "it hurts."

Tim lifted his arm, freeing me to rest my head on his chest, then draped it over my back. "What hurts?"

"Y'know... IT does. From the last game."

"Oh," Tim said, suddenly sounding more awake, "are you in a lot of pain?"

It had been a few hours since the lights had gone out in the mostly empty dormitory hall but I hadn't slept a wink. The anal exertions of the last challenge had taken their toll on me, making it impossible for me to lie comfortably on my back without my tush protesting with a dull ache.

"Uhuh," I sulked, "Does it always feel this way?"

"It gets... better," Tim said falteringly, "with practice."

"Where did you learn all that...butt stuff?"

"It's not important," Tim said hastily.

Tim's fingers traced the line of my spine through the sheer silk nightie, meandering towards the sensitive hollow at the base of my back before journeying slowly back upwards. Tim's chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath my head, lulling me into a peaceful trance as his touch distracted me from the pain.

"Will you rub it better?" I mumbled into his chest.

"Huh?"

I raised my head and looked pleadingly into my brother's bleary eyes. Somehow I knew that the only chance I had of falling asleep that night was with my brother's help. With a shimmy of my hips, I tugged the nightie up over my waist. "Please, Tim. I need you to rub it better."

"Skye..."

"Just until I fall asleep?"

Tim didn't respond but his fingers skimmed down my back, over the bunched silk around my waist, and grazed the soft mounds below. Hooking a leg over Tim's, I rolled towards him to give him a better reach. His touch was slow and cautious, exploring the soft rise of my milky cheeks before dipping tentatively between them, but his heart betrayed his excitement. It was loud and fast, matching my own.

Each time his fingers delved into my fleshy valley they strayed a little closer to the sensitive skin surrounding my sore hole. Closer, but not close enough.

"A little deeper," I pleaded, "please, Tim."

"I can't reach any further."

Driven by the persistent pain in my rear and fearing Tim would stop the relaxing massage, I rolled onto his chest and swung a leg over his waist.

"Opps!" I giggled, surprised by the solid lump of brother-cock that bumped between my thighs.

"I'm...it's...sorry."

"S'okay," I whispered, shuffling up Tim's torso away from the throbbing tube of flesh beneath his silk boxer shorts, "it's natural. Keep going."

I could sense that Tim was in two minds, torn between the instinct to help his little sister and the taboo of touching her most forbidden of spots. He hesitated, but only for a heartbeat.

Then his arm circled my waist and my entire existence narrowed to the slow journey of Tim's fingers towards my aching asshole. I sighed as his index finger found the puckered rim and began tracing soothing circles around it.

The relief was immediate but friction quickly dried up any lingering remnants of lube from the previous game and Tim's finger caught against my sore hole.

"Wait a sec," I said, reaching back and reluctantly pulling Tim's hand away from my butt.

Tim looked questioningly down at me as I guided his finger to my lips and slipped it into my mouth. Maintaining eye contact, I sucked on my brother's finger, circling it with my tongue.

"Skye..."

A string of saliva connected his finger with my lips as I extracted it from my mouth. I felt something shift between my thighs.

"It'll help."

I released Tim's hand and closed my eyes, silently praying that he would continue his anal ministrations. After what felt like an eon, his spit slick finger tip resumed its blissful orbit around my hole.

"Can I ask you something, Skye?"

"Mmm hmm," I mumbled contently.

"Did you mean what you said back there, in the last game?"

"Dunno," my brother's chest was warm and comfortable, his touch lulling me into a sleepy vulnerability, "what'd I say?"

"Just before you took...took all the toy, don't you remember?"

"Nuh-uh," I reached back and spread my cheeks with both hands, offering myself fully to Tim's titillating finger. "More, please."

"It's getting a little dry again. Can you..."

Taking Tim's hand again, I pushed it lower, to my glistening pussy. "Spread it on my ass."

I barely recognised myself in the depraved, lustful words. But I knew I needed the relief my brother's finger was offering. I shivered as Tim dragged his finger through my wet lips and transferred the slick fluid directly onto my needy asshole. Growing in confidence, Tim massaged my ring firmly and dipped his fingertip into the slightly gaped hole.

"...did you mean it?"

"Huh?"

"When you said you wanted to be...my cum-slut sister?"

I swear my heart stopped beating right then. Had I really said that? Sure, I'd thought it, but thinking something like that and admitting it to your brother are two completely different things. Tim's finger continued circling my rosebud, betraying no sign that what he'd overhead had ruffled him.

"I...I don't remember. There was a lot going on."

Tim scooped more juice from between my thighs and smeared it over my twitching hole.

"That's what I figured. It was just the game."

"Uhuh. Just the game."

"Because you wouldn't actually want that, right?"

Of course I wanted that. To give myself to him whenever, wherever, and however he wanted. To be my brother's free-use cum bucket. I wanted to be his cum-slut sister, just like Riley was for Apollo. But I couldn't tell Tim that. Not yet.

"Yuck," I mumbled, "obviously not."

Tim's chest bounced beneath my head as he chuckled. "Right, I mean, what even IS a cum-slut sister? Where did you come up with that?"

"I dunno!" I moaned, thumping Tim's shoulder, "let's see how clearly you're thinking when your ass is being split in half!"

Tim's finger stopped moving. "You don't think that's the next game, do you?"

"Maybe," I laughed, "have you ever, you know, done that?"

"Eww, Skye, no."

"I just wondered, 'cus you seemed pretty expert with that...stuff."

"I've had...practice."

Becky Matherson, Tim's high-school sweetheart, really didn't seem the type. A butter-wouldn't-melt choir girl with a superiority complex, in my humble opinion.

"Becky always did have a stick up her ass."

"No," Tim laughed, "not Becky. We barely got past first base."

"Figures. Then who?"

"It doesn't matter."

I wiggled on Tim's torso, pretending to get comfortable as I shimmied back towards the lump in his boxer shorts, and was rewarded with a firm nudge against my inner thigh.

"We're really keeping secrets? After all this?"

"Trust me, Skye. You'd rather not know."

"Now I HAVE to know. Who taught you?"

Tim's wandering finger ceased its path around my hole and his voice was suddenly firm. "Just drop it."

"Jesus, Tim. You nutted in your little sister, how much worse can it be?"

"That was an accident. I didn't know it was YOU."

"It wasn't...mom?"

"What? No!"

"Amber?"

Silence. Please, I thought, please don't let it be our big sister.

"Tim," I said, looking into his eyes, "tell me it wasn't Amber."

Tim stared at the ceiling. My stomach dropped.

"Tell me you haven't been screwing our big sister."

Tim's eyes flashed to mine briefly. "We weren't screwing. It wasn't like that."

I lifted myself off Tim's chest and sat on his stomach, tugging my nightie down in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. My cheeks burnt with rage.

"What the hell, Tim?" I whispered sharply, "after all the shit you gave me for forcing you to come here, and you've been fucking our big sister all along!?"

"I told you," Tim finally looked into my eyes, pain and remorse etched on his face, "we weren't fucking. It was only..."

"Anal?"

"No! We just...fooled around a little. It didn't mean anything."

I flopped onto the bed beside Tim and rolled away from him so he wouldn't see my tears. Hugging my knees to my chest, I battled to contain the wave of emotions overwhelming me. My twin brother, the one person I thought would never hurt me, the love of my life, and my big sister. The bunkbed felt like it was spinning beneath me.

"Fuck you, Tim."

--

"...so it's agreed?"

Larry looked round our small circle of survivors, fixing each of us in turn with his firm gaze. Against all the odds, our bunch of misfits and underdogs had made it to the final five teams. Apollo and Riley were the only other team to have made it this far. They sat apart from us, casting occasional sullen glances our way.

I was keeping my distance from Tim, sandwiched between Ellie and Lisa, stubbornly avoiding my brother's searching glances.

"If one of us wins, they'll split the cash with the others," Larry continued, "a quarter of a million pounds for each team."

"It doesn't seem fair that the winner should get the same as the rest," Akari complained.

"None of this is fair," Ellie sighed, "was it fair when you tricked Skye into swapping that monster butt plug with you?"

I blushed at the sympathetic looks from my friends, rueing that I'd unknowingly given away the smallest plug to Akari and her Grandpa.

"I didn't trick her!" Akari protested.

"Sure," Ellie said, rolling her eyes.

"Let's not argue," Lisa pleaded, "two hundred and fifty thousand is a lot of money."

"We could reopen the shop," Dwight mused, "heck, we could open more branches."

"And it would pay for my new knee. Five times over," Larry agreed.

"We'll all be rich," Ellie said, scowling across the hall at Apollo, "if one of us beats HIM."

"We'll be rich," I said thoughtfully, "but only one of us won't be pregnant."

A heavy silence settled over our group as the reality of our situation sunk in. We could share the winnings but that wouldn't negate the consequences of losing. At least three of the girls in our group would be carrying an incestuous child.

"On second thoughts, maybe it is fair after all," Akari backtracked.

At that moment, the vast hangar doors opened and ten goons emerged carrying black boxes wrapped with electric pink bows. One of the goons stepped forward and addressed our group.

"We sincerely congratulate and commend you for successfully making it this far. You've now become the finalists and we've prepared a special gift for you. Before we reveal the gift, please shower and change into the outfit we've prepared."

--

I pressed my head against the cool tiles and let the water run down my back. Enveloped in the thick steam billowing from the showers, I could almost forget about the women showering around me or the V.I.P's watching with the omnipotent cameras. I tried to clear my mind, to sink into a blissful oblivion of non-self, but my thoughts kept circling back to one thing.

My siblings. Tim and Amber.

All this time I'd fantasied about making Tim mine but my sister had got there first. Older sisters always get everything their way.

How long had it been going on? Did it start when they were still living at home? Were they sneaking around under my nose, screwing in the room next door? Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Skye?"

It was Riley, half hidden in the steam beside me. I tilted my head back into the stream of water to hide my tears but I wasn't quick enough.

"Are you okay?"

"What do you care?"

Riley cocked her head sassily, "well, fuck you then."

"Sorry, it's been a rough day. A rough few days, truth be told, and to cap it off my brother..." I trailed off.

"Why am I not surprised? Men are dicks. What's he done?"

I rested my head against the tiles again, "it doesn't matter. I was stupid to think..."

"To think he might feel the same way about you that you feel about him?"

I turned my head to face the dark-skinned beauty. How did this stranger, who had been my enemy only days ago, understand me better than I understood myself? I nodded.

"Take it from me, sister. It won't ever be enough. You can give all of yourself to them and they'll still want more."

Riley's words struck home, connecting with a primal fear that I'd been hiding from all my life. Maybe my twin didn't love me like I loved him. Maybe he never would.

"What about Apollo?"

"Bitch please. If there's one silver lining of this place it's that it made me see the light. Apollo don't love me. He doesn't even love my pussy. He loves the power he has over me. So now I HAVE to win 'cus the thought of having his baby..."

Despite the heat, Riley shuddered. "You know the funny thing is, I used to dream of carrying his children. Now it scares the shit out of me."

A looming dread washed over me. There were only two ways out of this hell hole. Carrying a million pounds in cash or carrying my brother's baby. And the odds weren't in my favour.

--

The dormitory was bathed in flickering candlelight when we returned to the hall dressed in matching black ballgowns. Unsurprisingly, the sinister forces behind the game had each of our measurements and the clothes fit us perfectly. Even Lisa, with her gangly limbs and bottle top glasses, looked elegant.

A mahogany table, forty foot long, was laid with silver cutlery and fine linen napkins. As we warily inspected the new arrangement, our partners emerged from the men's shower room wearing sharply fitted tuxedos.

My heart skipped when I spotted Tim, looking as handsome as I'd ever seen him, before the pit of anger in my stomach flared up inside me.

"Please take your seat," a voice said softly over the P.A system, "Dinner is served."

I found my name, written in neat cursive handwriting, on a place tag. A goon appeared out of the gloom behind the spill of candlelight and pulled the chair away from the table for me. To my left was Larry, to my right was Dwight, and immediately opposite was Tim. I stubbornly avoided my brother's gaze and turned to Dwight.

"You look very handsome tonight, Dwight."

"Gee, thanks. You look," Dwight gulped, "splendid."

Dwight jumped as Lisa launched a sharp kick at him under the table. "Stop flirting with Skye!"

Before Dwight could defend himself, the goons returned baring silver cloches which they placed before each of us and uncovered in unison to reveal plates of oysters on a bed of ice.

"Oysters!" Akari squealed, clapping her hands.

"Apparently they're an aphrodisiac," Dwight said.

"I don't like where this is heading," Larry muttered darkly.

--

Despite Larry's foreboding, the meal passed without any sadistic sexual twists, though each course heavily features ingredients of an aphrodisiac nature. Red wine flowed and we gradually eased off, almost forgetting that we were prisoners as we enjoyed each other's company. Only Apollo kept himself aloof and silent at the head of the table.

The remnants of chocolate covered strawberries were removed from the table and a goon stepped out of the darkness to address us.

"Tonight you will be given private lodgings with your partner. Please rise."

As a goon led us in our pairs through a subterranean corridor, Tim reached for my hand. I flinched from his touch and stared at the back of Ellie's head, unwilling to acknowledge my brother's presence.

"Skye..."

The pain in his voice hit me like a bucket of cold water. I nearly cracked then. Nearly. But it was nothing compared to the pain I felt inside. Holding my chin high, I ignored Tim as we were led to our room for the night.

The goon opened a black door and guided my brother and I inside. The bedroom was similar to the one the V.I.P had interrogated me and Riley in: a four-poster emperor bed; a vast picture window overlooking the moonlit valley; a free-standing bath tub big enough for two. The door closed behind us and locked from the outside with soft click.

"Skye..." Tim began.

I shrugged the straps of the gown off my shoulders. It slipped from my body and I stepped out of it towards the bath.

"I'm taking a bath," I said without looking at him, "you can use it after me. Or not. Whatever."

--

Try as I might, I couldn't stop imagining my brother and Amber. One way or another, I had to know.

"Come over here," I ordered.

Tim had been sprawled over an armchair, gazing out over the valley, but he nearly fell out of it in his haste to obey. Despite myself, I smiled.

"Are you ready to talk?" Tim asked, sitting on the lip of the bathtub.

I sunk a little lower in the water, hiding my naked body beneath a thick covering of bubbles. "I'm ready to listen. You're going to do the talking."

"Skye..."

"No," I cut him off sharply, "if you want to start making this right, if you ever felt anything for me at all, then I need to know. I need to know all of it."

Tim pulled off his bowtie and unfasten the top buttons on his shirt. "Okay."

"Start at the beginning. I want to how it began."

Tim closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Do you remember the summer when Dad built the sauna in the back yard? Amber was back home from university."

Water sloshed out of the tub as I sat forward indignantly, "It's been going on for three YEARS?!"

"Do you want to know or not?"

Scowling, I sunk back into the water. "Go on."

"I'd been out for beers with the guys. It was late, like past curfew late, so I thought I'd sneak in through the back door. But I noticed the lights were on in the sauna so I went down there to take a look, you know, incase someone had left them on."

"Dad was always forgetting to turn them off."

"Exactly. Anyway, I was like halfway down the garden when I saw a shadow moving around inside. I nearly turned back - I didn't want to stumble on Dad butt naked in there - but then I heard it."

"Heard what?"

"Moaning. Like, sexual moaning. And I recognised the voice."

"Amber."

Tim closed his eyes and nodded. "I swear I'd never thought of her that way before, I swear it, but for some reason I...I had to see."

I crossed my arms over my chest and sunk deeper under the water. Of course he wanted to see our perfect older sister in the nude.

"I...I'm not proud of it...but I crept up to the side window and...and looked inside."

"Keep going."

"Amber was kneeling on a towel on the bottom bench, bent over the top one, with her back to the window. She...she wasn't wearing anything."

"Not even a towel?"

"Nothing."

"Bet you loved that view, didn't you?"

Tim ignored my jibe and continued, "She was reaching back and...and touching her..."

"Her pussy?" I spat.

Tim shook his head. "She was touching herself like I was touching you last night."

"She was fingering her asshole? Little slut."

"But it wasn't...she couldn't...her fingers wouldn't fit in THERE. I could see she was struggling. That's when it happened; I tripped, face planted the window, hell of a bang. Amber damn near fell off the bench."

A wry smile crossed Tim's lips as he remembered the moment. Then he caught the look of cold fury on my face and his amusement passed.

"I didn't know whether to run, hide, or stay put. Amber made up my mind for me. The sauna door opened and I heard her telling me to come inside."

"In your clothes?" I asked.

Tim shook his head, "I put on one of Dad's robes and went in. Felt like I was being hauled in front of the headmaster. Amber had wrapped a towel round herself and was sitting on the top bench with this weird look on her face."

"Was she mad?"

"Not exactly. More like, I guess, like I was a particularly tricky puzzle for her to solve. I felt...examined."
"Sounds like Amber, alright."

"She asked me what I'd seen. She made me describe it, precisely, every detail. It was excruciating."

"And then?"

"She asked me if I had any questions. I...I should have kept my trap shut but I was a little buzzed and lightheaded from the heat. The words were out of my mouth before my brain could catch up. Why was she playing with her ass in the sauna?"

"Seems like a fair question. That was the family sauna, for fucks sake."

"Amber was oddly calm. Which is it, she asked, did I want to know why she was playing with her ass or why she was playing with it in the sauna?"

"Typical. Always making things more complicated than they need to be."

"I told her, both. So she laid it all out, like it was the most reasonable thing in the world, the entire story. How her girlfriends were joking about her butt, saying it was the most perfectly fuckable butt in the world, but she'd never done that, didn't even know if she could, so decided to find out, one way or another."

"In our sauna?"

"Said it was the only place she could get some privacy at mom and dad's place. And she'd heard that the heat would...would make things easier."

"And did it? Make things easier?"

Tim shook his head, "you know Amber, she's always been..."

"A virtuous little know-it-all?"

"Highly strung," Tim corrected, "she said it wasn't working."

"Let me guess," I said sarcastically, "you offered to help?"

"No...not at first. After Amber had explained what had happened we went to bed," Tim caught my pointed look and added, "separately. But the next night I was curious. I didn't expect it to lead where it did, I just wanted to know if Amber would try again."

"You went back to the sauna?"

Tim nodded. "I snuck out at midnight...but there was no one there. I fired it up anyway and put Amber out of my mind. Chalked the whole experience off to an embarrassing mishap, something to repress way down deep inside. Until the door opened and Amber walked in."

"Turn around," I demanded. Tim looked at me with a puzzled frown. "I'm getting wrinkly and I want to get out of the bath."

"Oh, but..." Tim began, before standing up and turning his back to me, "never mind."

I rose out of the tepid water and cocooned myself in a fluffy cotton towel. After everything we'd been through I knew it made no sense to be bashful around my brother. But I was vulnerable and hurt. It killed me to admit it but my brother no longer made me feel safe.

"Keep going," I said, dropping on to the colossal bed and snuggling into a mound of pillows.

"It was kind of awkward to begin with," Tim said, perching on the edge of the bed.

"No shit," I chuckled.

"I don't know how long we sat in silence. It felt like forever. And you know how Amber liked it in there. It was damn hot. I was getting a little fuzzy, not thinking straight. So I asked her; are you going to try it?"

I rolled my eyes. Not even subtle. Tim noticed my disdain.

"I just meant in general, not right then, but Amber took it the wrong way. She...she asked if I wanted to give her some pointers. She was joking, I think, but my brain was muddled from the heat and it just slipped out. I don't know why I said it but I did; maybe I could coach you through it?"

"Figures," I sighed, picturing my siblings ensconced in the little cabin together.

"She didn't say anything for a long time. Then...then she said asked if I'd really do that for her. I could tell she meant it this time. You know how she gets when she can't do something. It was eating her up inside. As stupid as it seems, it was really getting to her. And I'd do anything, for either of you, to stop you feeling that way."

"Even fucking your sister's perfect butt," I said sarcastically, "What a hero."

"I didn't...we wouldn't...I only wanted to help. That night I didn't even touch her. We didn't even take off our towels. But..."

"But..." I prompted.

"But it wasn't just one night. We met in the sauna every night that summer and gradually things...escalated."

I felt tears welling up again as I fixed my brother with a determined stare. I had to know.

"Did you fuck her?"

"I swear, Skye, we didn't do THAT."

Here's the thing about twins; we always know when the other is lying. Tim was telling the truth. I exhaled deeply, feeling a weight lifting off my chest.

"We...we got close but something always held us back."

"What?"

"You." Tim placed his hand on my leg and, this time, I didn't shake him off. "At the end of the summer we made an agreement to end it because...because we were afraid would it would do to our relationship with you if it ever came out."

"Did you want to?" I persisted, "did you want to fuck our sister?"

Tim hesitated. "It was...it was lust. Nothing more. It's not like..."

"Go on."

"It's not like the way I feel with you."

--

"Skye...wake up..."

Tim was kneeling beside the bed in a thick white robe, gently shaking my shoulder. It took me a moment to remember where we were. Then it all came crashing back, all of my brother's hurtful revelations the previous night.

"What's...what's going on? Has the next game started?"

"No," Tim smiled gently, "come and see."

Tim padded over to the huge picture window and contemplated the valley in it's pre-dawn hush. I pulled the thick duvet off the bed and wrapped it round myself. Holding it tightly to my chin, I joined Tim.

"What is it?"

"Look."

The deep blues and purples in the wintery sky were slowly giving way to pinks and oranges that began illuminating the sleepy forest below. A flock of birds burst from the canopy, scattering towards the blazing rim of the distant mountain range. Moments later the sun crested the craggy peaks, flaring through the window in a brilliant burst of golden light.

"It's...beautiful," I whispered.

Maybe I wanted to forget Tim and Amber's betrayal. Maybe I wanted to forgive my brother. Maybe I really did believe it meant nothing between them. For that brief moment, I didn't care about any of it, and when Tim put his arm around my waist, I didn't stop him. I rested my head on his shoulder and together we watched the dawning of a new day.

--

Cold metal snapped shut around my wrists and my arms were yanked painfully behind my back.

"This can't be good," Ellie said as one of the goons restrained her in a similar fashion.

The cuffs were connected to two rigid steel bars that extended backwards either side of our partners, where they were connected to a steel chain that looped around their middle. This required each of the front half of the team to lean forward at a the hips to keep our arms at comfortable extension.

"Ow!" Tim grunted, as I leant backwards in an effort to get comfortable, "that hurts."

I realised that when I leant back, the bars tightened the chain around Tim's waist to a painful degree.

Before I could apologise, the goon clamped another pair of cuffs around each of my ankles. These were connected by a much shorter metal bar to the a corresponding pair of cuffs around Tim's ankles. The ankle bonds forced us to match each others step. While I leant forward awkwardly to keep from constricting Tim, my ass was pushed up against his crotch and each ungainly step forced us to bump together in a worryingly good impression of a dry hump.

Thankfully the goons had allowed us to keep on our silk nighties and boxer shorts, though they didn't do much to disguise the thick bulge grinding against my rump as we were shepherd into the arena for the next game. With every step my butt slipped up and down the lump in Tim's shorts, coaxing it into life.

Walking was difficult and we had to go very slowly to keep from falling. The arena was huge. The dusty ground was at least as long as a football pitch. Dusty because of the artificial sun blazing down on us from above. The glowing orb created a stifling heat that made my skin prickle and sweat bead across my forehead.

On the far side of the arena was an eerie doll. Perhaps doll is the wrong word. The leering reproduction of a little girl was thirty foot high.

"She looks familiar," Ellie commented, studying the creepy doll as she and Larry staggered up next to us.

"Kinda like..." Lisa began before Dwight clumsily rear ended her, "uggh!"

I looked at the doll again. It DID look familiar. Where had I seen those cutesy piggy tails and mischievous grin before?

"Akari!" Grandpa exclaimed gleefully as he shuffled over behind his granddaughter, "it's you!"

A screech of feedback cut across the arena before Akari could respond. Then the Host's voice boomed over speakers at each corner of the arena.

"The next game is Red Light, Green Light."

At the Host's words the giant doll spun 180 degrees to face the wall.

"You are allowed to move forward when the doll says 'Green Light,' but you must stop when it says 'Red Light.'"

"Red Light!" The doll spun back to face us with astounding speed as a sinister yet childish voice echoed around the arena.

"If movement is detected after the Red Light, you will be inseminated. Those teams who cross the finish line without being inseminated within the ten-minute playtime will pass to the final round."

I cast a quick glance around at the small group of survivors. Riley was staring at the doll with laser focus, ignoring her brother's hands as they roamed over her toned butt and pulled her tighter to his crotch. Beside them, Dwight was trying desperately to stop his monster schlong from hoisting itself between Lisa's legs.

"It's okay, Dwight," Lisa reassured, "just keep it in your...opps!"

I couldn't help but gawp as the skinny nerd's huge boner erupted from the opening in his boxer shorts and disappeared beneath his sister's nightie. I felt the lump in my brother's shorts twitch and knew he'd seen it too.

Ellie didn't seem concerned about the tent in her father's shorts as it prodded her shapely behind. "It's too hot," she moaned, "I don't know if I can do it."

"You've got to," Larry said, "be strong, baby girl."

"On your marks..." said the Host.

"Green Light!"

The doll spun to face the wall, where a timer had begun counting down from ten minutes above its head. Riley and Apollo were first to move, reacting with sprinters instincts as soon as the doll made its about-turn. As I watched, my left leg was forced forward and I lost my balance. The next thing I knew I had a face full of dust and my brother's weight crushing me.

"A little warning next time, please!"

"Sorry," Tim said, clambering back to his feet and lifting me in an ungainly manner, "shit!"

"Red Light!"

We froze, unable to do anything about the problem that had arisen during our fall. Somehow Tim's boxer shorts had been dragged down to his knees, freeing his stiffening cock and impeding his movement even further.

"Tim!" I hissed as his cock slipped over my silk-covered butt cheeks.

"It was an accident!"

Apollo and Riley had made a decent ten meter start on the rest of us. Though no one else had fallen, our band of misfits had barely passed the starting line. I could see Lisa just ahead of us, trembling with the exertion of staying inert, her chest heaving deeply as she battled the urge to...to what? To throw her hips back against the donkey dick between her legs?

"Oh dangnation..." Dwight muttered.

"I know, I can feel it," Lisa said dreamily.

"Green Light!"

"Let's coordinate it this time," Tim said, trying to ignore our predicament, "left foot first. Ready? Left. Right. Left."

We made some progress that way, shuffling with modest steps that drove Tim's cock deeper into the valley between my ass cheeks as it slid frictionlessly over the silk nightie. Drawing level with Larry and Ellie, I spied the length of daddy-cock enveloped by Ellie's perfect behind in a mirror of our own predicament.

"Skye..." Tim wheezed behind me, "bend...forward...too tight..."

Heedless to the chain around my brother's middle and trying to escape the persistent thrusting between my cheeks, I'd arched my back away from Tim and pulled my arms forward.

"Sorry," I said, thrusting my butt back against his erection and pitching forward as I sought to ease his suffering. The movement forced the nightie to ride higher on my hips, almost high enough to allow the Tim's cock to slip beneath.

"Careful..." Tim began.

"Red light!"

Apollo and Riley were way ahead of the rest of us but not so far ahead that I couldn't see that Apollo had hoisted Riley's nightie over her hips so that he could hotdog his unshackled erection between her sweat slick cheeks.

"Do you have to?" Riley complained.

"Bitch, don't act like you don't want it." Apollo said smugly.

"Newsflash, sometimes a woman don't wanna be jackhammered by the Duracell bunny."

"Keep up that sass and I'll fuck you all the way to the finish line."

True to his word, the moment the doll shouted 'green light,' Apollo angled his cock towards his sister's pussy and drove it home roughly.

"Skye!" Tim's voice pulled me back to our own predicament, "we need to get moving."

"Right," I agreed.

"No, left."

"Huh?"

Too late I realised my mistake. I stumbled forward, my arms at full stretch behind me as my face pitched towards the ground. Only this time, Tim was ready. His strong hands gripped my waist and arrested my fall just in time to save me from another face full of dust. Not soon enough to stop my nightie from slipping over my hips though.

As Tim pulled my backwards, his bare cock nestled between my butt cheeks again but without the protective covering of the nightie. The heat from his shaft as it slipped through my sweat slick channel was intense and sent a tremor through my body that made my legs shake and my pussy tingle.

"We have to move faster," I said, "before this gets any worse."

Panicking, we picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps. Tim's rock hard cock slipped erratically up and down my ass, occasionally pulling dipping low enough for his slippery tip to catch against my sensitive asshole. 

A day ago this would have been a wet dream for me. However after everything that had come out about Amber...a swirl of confusing and contradictory emotions rose inside me. I felt angry and betrayed. Used, even. But a girl can't just turn these feelings off with the flick of a switch. I still loved Tim, no matter how much I hated him.

And cutting through it all, like a hot knife through butter, was the hard cock grazing my asshole. Whatever my heart and head felt, my pussy knew what it wanted.

"Red light!"

We were neck and neck with Lisa and Dwight but they seemed to be struggling. Lisa's nightie still hid their union, but I could tell by her persistent whimpering that her inexperienced pussy was struggling to accommodate her brother's whopper.

"I...I can't bare it," Lisa moaned, "please, Dwight."

"We'll lose!" Dwight squeaked.

"I don't care," Lisa wailed in a sudden burst of emotion, "I need you NOW!"

To my utter amazement, Lisa threw her hips back against Dwight, screaming as she impaled herself on twelve inches of forbidden cock. 

"Team 44," the Host boomed over the speakers, "inseminated!"

I'll never know if Lisa even heard. She mewled pitifully as she thrusting her hips backward with animalistic abandon, fucking her brother like nothing else mattered. 

"Lisa..." I gasped.

"Green light!"

"We can't help her now, Skye. We have to move. Right, left, right."

I followed Tim's instructions on autopilot, soon distracted from our friends capitulation by my brother's cock gliding over my ass, dipping lower as our steps grew in confidence and length until...

"Red light!"

We froze at the exact moment Tim's cock found the perfect angle to drop to the sopping opening of my pussy. I groaned as the bulging tip of my brother's cock was cradled in my dripping folds.

"If we take one more step..." Tim warned.

"Green light!"

Neither of us wanted to make the first move. The clock ticked away. Five minutes remaining. Apollo and Riley were nearing the finish line, wet slaps accompanying each of their steps. Ellie and Larry shuffled past us, dripping with sweat but making steady ground.

"This doesn't mean I've forgiven you," I said, then took a step forward. "Uggh..."

My twin brother's cock penetrated me effortlessly with the first step. My whole body stiffened as a ripple of pleasure coursed through me. I took him completely the next step, his heavy balls resting against my throbbing clit as he bottomed out inside me. 

Hot, slick liquid dripped down my thighs as my arousal dripped off my brother's cock. There was no hiding it; I still wanted him.

"Red light!"

Lisa's self-destructive actions suddenly made perfect sense. All I wanted to do was grind my hips against the brother-cock stretching me open. Somehow, heaven only knows how, I resisted.

"It's okay, Daddy," Ellie said softly ahead of us, "it was an accident."

I didn't have time to consider the meaning of her words because seconds later...

"Green light!"

Tim grunted behind me as we took faltering steps toward the finish line. I couldn't be sure, but it felt like he was thrusting into me more than the bondage required, urgently burying every inch of his cock inside me like a man on the verge of losing control. Waves of pleasure silenced the voice inside telling me this was wrong, that I shouldn't be fucking me brother, that he had betrayed my trust and broken my heart. All I knew was I wanted more.

"Skye...stop."

"But it's...it's still green..." I panted.

"I'm going to...I'm too close..."

I squeezed my thighs together as the implication of Tim's words hit me. My brother was going to cum inside me. The Duck, Duck, Goose game was different. I hadn't even known he'd been inside me. Now there was no hiding from the truth. My pussy clenched around his cock, instinctively milking it.

"Red light!"

Tim breathed a sigh of relief behind me as he inched back from the precipice. Through cock-drunk eyes, I noticed that Ellie's nightie was bunched around her lower back and Larry's hips were held tight to her plump butt.

"A daddy shouldn't be doing this..." Larry said with a wavering voice, "I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's only a game," Ellie purred dreamily, "it's only a game..."

"Green light!"

There was no disguising it now, Tim was pounding me with each step we took, fucking me with all the force our bondage would allow. And I was thrusting back, fingers clenched and legs shaking as a peak of pleasure grew inside me. Ten more steps and the peak was a mountain, looming threateningly over me, a terrifying summit of sexual bliss that petrified and exhilarated me all at once.

My legs were soaked in our combined juices. The smell of sex was in the air. My clit was begging to be touched, flaring deliciously with each slap of Tim's spasming balls.

"Fuck...so fucking...good..."

"I know, Skye," Tim grunted, "I know."

Each step drove me nearer to the edge. Tears ran down my cheeks. Words spewed from my mouth thoughtlessly.

"I want...unngh...I want it...uhh...I want it all"

The finish line was drawing nearer but the game was long forgotten.

"I'm close, Tim. I think I might...a little...unngh...longer...nearly...mmpf..."

My whole body was shaking. My twin brother's cock was taking me where no one else could. It was going to happen. For the first time in my life, I was going to cum.

"You feel incredible, Skye," Tim groaned behind me, "fucking incredible."

"Fuck me..." I begged.

"I want it, Skye. I want all of you. I want you to be... to be my cum-slut sister."

Fireworks exploded in my mind as Tim's words tipped me over the edge.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuccc..."

"Red light!"

Every muscle in my body clenched as I fought the orgasm rocking my body. I tasted blood as I bit my lip to stifle a cry as my pussy pulsed frantically around my brother's cock.
"Skye," Tim's voice was urgent, "hold it!"

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't breath. I needed release.

"A little longer, sis."

It was too strong, I couldn't hold it. I didn't care any longer. I didn't care if they inseminated me, so long as I could give in to the pleasure.

"I'm...sorry..."

"Skye, no!"

At that very moment, when all hope was lost, when I'd given in to the my darkest desires and succumbed to the sick machinations of Sib Games, I was offered salvation.

"Green light!"

My back arched, my head flew back, a scream of pure bliss hung my lips as every muscle from my toe to my head stiffened. Then I gave into the orgasm I'd been chasing all my life. Spasming wildly, I quaked against my brother, squeezing his cock in a vice grip as my knees buckled beneath me.

"Holy fuck..." I whispered, as the waves of ecstasy subsided.

"Skye?"

"Just give me a minute."

"We don't have a minute."

I looked up at the countdown clock and my heart dropped. We had fifty seconds remaining.

"Red light!"

"Fuck!" Tim swore.

Basking in the afterglow of the greatest fuck of my life, I barely registered the seconds clicking away.

"It's too far," I mumbled, studying the distance to the finish line, "we'll never make it."

Twenty seconds to go.

"Green light!"

The next thing I knew Tim had wrapped his strong arms round my waist and lifted me off the ground.

"Hold on!"

Tim set off at a run towards the finish line, bounding with powerful strides that ploughed his steely cock into my dripping snatch with quick, violent thrusts.

"Oh god!" I squealed as another climax surged towards me.

"Nearly...there..." Tim urged.

In his enthusiasm to reach the finish line, Tim bounced me off his cock. I was suddenly empty, just as I was reaching another earth-shattering orgasm. I felt a stab of pain and then the blissful fulness returned, only different this time.

"That's...unngh...my...ughh...ass!"

Unaware or uncaring, my brother's well-lubed cock slipped in and out of my ass with each stride. The pain quickly subsided and was replaced with an exquisite stretching that soon pushed me, once more, towards the brink.

"So...fucking...bad!"

I screamed as another orgasm barrelled over me, different to the first but no less intense. I was a jabbering mess, oozing pussy juice and pre-cum down my legs, as my asshole spasmed powerfully around Tim's cock. And then I blacked out.

--

When I came to I was lying on the floor covered in sweat and sex. The shackles around my ankles and wrists must have been on an automatic lock because they lay open beside me. I looked up and saw my brother standing over me, facing away, back towards the arena.

"Tim?"

Tim didn't respond. I stood on unsteady legs and reached for his hand.

"Tim. Are you okay?"

I tugged firmly on his hand and he slowly turned to face me. His eyes were glassy, his chest heaving, and his cock...his cock was harder than I'd ever seen it, spasming wildly on the edge of exploding as it gleamed with my wetness.

"Tim!" I gasped, unable to take my eyes from his turgid member.

"We...we did it..."

"Huh?"

"Look..." Tim said darkly, pointing back towards the arena.

I reluctantly dragged my eyes from my brother's erection. A rutting heap lay prone only ten meters from us. Slowly my brain caught up with what my eyes were seeing.

"Larry!" I exclaimed.

The silver-fox was lying atop his buxom daughter where they'd tripped and fallen. One hand holding himself off the ground while the other firmly gripped the back of his daughter's neck. His hips were undulating over Ellie's shapely behind, unashamedly driving his cock into his daughter's needy hole with long, sensual strokes.

"Yes, Daddy!" Ellie screamed, "Fuck me, Daddy!"

Further back, Akari was still trying to motivate her Grandpa towards the line. Unshackled, Akari was pulling on the doddering old man's hands as he gazed aimlessly around the arena.

"We can make it, Grandpa! We can still do it!"

But time WAS up. A pair of goons closed in on them and lifted Akari off the ground. Akari screamed as she was carried manfully away from her Grandpa but her protests fell on deaf ears. Another goon gently took her Grandpa's hand and followed behind.

It was too awful. It had to be a dream. A terrible nightmare.

"Tim...are we awake?"

He nodded slowly, "we really did it."

"We...we won." I whispered.

"Not quite," said a smug, smooth voice behind me.

"Apollo," I hissed, turning to face the self-satisfied prick.

Riley was kneeling on the floor at his feet, wiping tears from her eyes, as her brother smirked at me and Tim.

"You've still got to get passed me."
Sib Games Ch. 08
Sister gets her wish and becomes a cum-slut sister.
They say money won't make you happy.

I'm not sure about that. There is a lot you can do with a million pounds. You can reinvent yourself, be whoever you want. New house, new car, new me. With a million pounds, almost anything is possible.

Almost anything.

There are some things you can't change, no matter how much money you have. Mistakes, regrets, memories. All the money in the world won't change the past. Even if it could, I'm not sure I'd want it to.

--

"Finalists, welcome to the concluding round of Sib Games."

The Host spread his arms and held them aloft, as though to address a crowd of spectators. But there were no spectators. At least, none that I could see. We were in a small blank cube of a room. The walls were white and bare, expect for the cameras positioned in each corner winking at us with a dull red light.

In the middle of the room were two beds covered in black satin sheets. Two beds for two pairs of finalists. I shivered and reached for my brother's hand. His fingers entwined with mine, squeezing softly, as we steeled ourselves for the last hurdle.

And all the while, the cameras watched.

"Team 1, Apollo and Riley Jackson. Team 21, Skye and Tim Deller. You have displayed courage, strength, and resilience to overcome the other competitors."

I glanced at Riley, stood six feet away beside her hunky brother, hip cocked and arms crossed confrontationally. An image of sassy defiance, to the last.

"But more importantly than all that; you have embraced the spirit of Sib Games, proving that social taboos are meaningless."

I wanted to rush the bastard. To rip off his mask and smash his lying face into the ground, but the cameras were watching and, somewhere, the cruel goons with their lethal weapons.

"That's not true!" I spat, "we didn't chose to embrace anything! Everything we did was because you forced us. We didn't have any choice!"

The Host turned to face me, his voice cold and mirthless. "Who made you call the number on my business card? You chose to be here, Skye, and you chose to keep playing, to win, and, yes, to enjoy it."

My cheeks burnt but I couldn't deny it. The final game had proven it beyond all doubt. My brother had fucked me to my first orgasm. He'd given me the best fuck of my life.

"And to prove it," the Host continued, "the final game will put your fate in your own hands. The Architect of the games will offer you a simple choice. You can walk away now, without the money, and you will not be inseminated."

"What's the catch?" Tim asked.

"There is no catch. You are free to leave."

On cue, a door slid open automatically behind the Host.

"What's the alternative?" Apollo asked.

"In order to win the prize fund and walk away with one million pounds...you must inseminate your partner, manually."

"You mean..?" I began shakily, my mind racing through the implication of the Host's words.

"To win Sib Games, your brother must breed you."

--

"Ain't no way I'm doing it."

"Stop fooling, sis."

"I'm serious. They can shove the money."

"Bitch, please. You've ALWAYS wanted to be my baby mumma."

Riley planted her feet and stood her ground as Apollo loomed over her. The smug look of self-satisfaction, so familiar on his face, was slowly morphing into an ugly mask of rage as his sister refused him.

"I'm done being your bitch."

Apollo snatched at Riley's hand but she took a step back.

"Tell me you love me," Riley demanded.

"Stop playing."

"Let me hear you say it."

Apollo scowled as his mouth opened wordlessly. Riley smiled and ruefully shook her head.

"You never loved me at all. You only loved that I needed you. But I don't need you anymore. It's over."

"Don't need me? I'm all you've got," Apollo snapped, "you're a grade-A bitch. You don't have anyone else."

For a moment, Riley seemed to shrink. The fiery, confident seductress withered away and was replaced by the dependent little girl who simply wanted her big brother's love and approval. In that moment, I was sure she'd bend over the platform and take her brother's baby batter.

Then Riley caught my eye. Something wordless passed between us. A connection born of our shared night with the V.I.P. An understanding that ran deeper than our rivalry. The moment of weakness passed and the powerful, independent woman inside reemerged.

"I don't need anyone else and I definitely don't need you."

Riley stepped round her brother and strode towards the open door behind the Host.

"Riley!" Apollo's roar fell on deaf ears. "Come back here! You little bitch, come back!"

Riley hesitated on the threshold of the exit and looked back over her shoulder, not at her brother, at me. An impudent grin broke over her face as she winked at me. "Go get him, tiger."

Then she was gone, disappearing into the dark corridor beyond.

"Riley!" Apollo bellowed, as two goons took hold of his arms. "Get your hands off me! Riley! RILEY!"

Apollo shook off the goons but froze when a third pressed the cold, hard barrel of his weapon against his spine.

"Thank you for playing Sib Games," the Host said cooly, "you have been eliminated."

--

The goons shepherded Apollo out of the room and we were left alone with the Host.

"You have five minutes to make your decision," the Host declared, before turning on his heel and following his minions out of the room.

Apollos hollering faded and an oppressive silence fell over the room. I could feel Tim's presence beside me but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. If I looked at him, it would be real.

"Do you remember what you said to me on the underground station," Tim's voice was low and quiet, "when the businessman asked us to kiss?"

My mind raced back to the fateful night that had started all this.

"It's just a game," I said softly, repeating my words that night.

"It's not a game anymore, Skye." I turned and looked into my brother's shining eyes. "If we do this, there's no turning back."

"Did you mean what you said yesterday," I asked, "that with Amber it was only lust?"

"That's all it was."

"And with me?"

"I...I love you, Skye."

--

6 MONTHS LATER

AMBER

Fuck Hallmark. A gazillion tacky Christmas films have sold the dream of a Holiday season that doesn't exist. It's bullshit. In real life, there are no happy endings. Definitely not in our family. Definitely not this year.

Here are the facts.

Six months ago my sister, Skye, disappeared. Poof. Now you see her, now you don't. Alacazam! Which was a real ball ache for me, a bad week made worse when Tim, my brother, went A.W.O.L too. That's twins for you. Double the trouble.

Police reports, hysterical parents, missing posters. The full works. Then princess perfect walked through the front door like nothing ever happened. Mom and Dad were so grateful to see her that they fell for her feeble story, hook, line, and sinker. But I wasn't going to swallow it.

That's the thing with me, I always need answers. My therapist says it's about control. An older sibling thing.

"Where WERE you last summer?"

We were all together under the same roof for Christmas; Mom, Dad, Skye, Tim, and me. The first time since 'The Incident' and I was hunting for answers.

"Amber, fuck off, I need the bathroom."

Skye tried to side-step me but I blocked her path. She looked unusually pallid, a little sweaty, kind of out of sorts, and there had been a strange tension between her and Tim since they'd got home.

"I checked with Tim's pals. They said they never saw you at his university that week. They said they didn't see EITHER of you that week."

"We went camping," Skye said, trying to sidestep round me again, "I've been through this."

"You hate camping. You barely leave Zone 2."

It was a stand off. Skye glared at me, then suddenly blanched, and stifled a retch.

"Fuck. Off!"

Skye barged past me and darted into the bathroom. The door slammed in my face and I heard the lock click. Seconds later I heard my sister heaving into the toilet bowl.

--

Dinner was exactly how I knew it would be. Forced smiles and bad jokes while everyone skirted round the elephant in the room.

"Sounded like a little bit of something came up earlier," I said, smiling sweetly at Skye.

"It was nothing," Skye muttered, pushing her food her around her plate.

"Feeling okay?" I pressed, ignoring the warning glance Mom shot at me.


"I'm good," Skye snapped, "how about you? Why don't you tell us all how you're doing, huh? Make it about you. Like you always do."

"Skye!" Mom gasped.

At that moment Tim walked into the dining room carrying a Christmas pudding. He froze when he sensed the tension between me and Skye. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing," Skye said through gritted teeth.

"Skye's not feeling great," I insisted.

I watched closely as Tim's face suddenly became a mask of concern and his eyes darted to Skye's stomach. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine!"

"Who wants Christmas pud?" Dad asked cheerfully, trying to smooth over the tension.

Skye pushed her half-eaten plate of food away from her. "I'm going out."

"Out?" Mom asked aghast, "it's Christmas Eve."

"I said I'd meet some friends," Skye shrugged.

"What friends?" I asked.

"From school," Tim chimed in, "we won't be late."

"You're going too?" Mom complained.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"No," Skye said firmly.

"It's kind of a small thing," Tim explained hurriedly, "close friends only."

"I didn't know you two had a lot of friends in common."

Tim smiled nervously. "Like I said, there's only a few of us."

"I could give you a lift," Dad offered, "where are you going?"

"We can take the tube, it's...it's not far," Tim stammered. "Besides, you've had a drink now. We'll take the tube."

"Please don't be late," Mom appealed, "we're hardly ever all together anymore. Not since..."

"...since Skye and Tim disappeared?" I finished.

"Amber..." Dad warned, suddenly stern.

"Are we all supposed to just pretend it never happened?" I asked, exasperated, "come on!"

"We went camping..." Tim offered weakly.

"Right, I forgot, you both suddenly remembered your passion for the great outdoors. And what about Skye's tuition fees for next year? You work, sorry, worked, in a pub, for fuck's sake. How are you paying for that?"

Skye glared at me and shrugged. "I got a grant."

"Uhuh. With that big ole brain of yours?"

"Screw you."

"Don't swear at your sister," Dad chided.

"Tell her not to be such a busybody and mind her own business."

"It's not just me," I continued, "we all want to know what really happened last summer."

"Drop it, Amber." Dad cautioned.

"Let's just have a nice Christmas," Mom implored, "please let's get along."

Skye glared at me for a moment longer, then huffed out of the room. Tim smiled apologetically at us all and followed after her, calling over his shoulder, "we won't be late."

--

It's easier than you'd think, tailing someone on the Underground. Especially on Christmas Eve. There's plenty of drunk revellers so it's easy to merge into the crowd. Throw on a Christmas hat and you're practically invisible. I rode the carriage next to Skye and Tim's, leaning out of the doors at each station to check if they disembark the train.

They rode it all the way to London Bridge. We emerged from the underground into a thick soup of fog. I followed their silhouettes to the river, tracking them at a distance, until they reached a steamy pub and disappeared inside.

Maybe they were meeting friends. Maybe I'd got it all wrong. One way or another, I had to know.

I waited until a small group emerged from the fog and hugged close behind them as they entered the pub. It was a low-ceilinged, Elizabethan place. Roaring fires, dark wood, plenty of discrete nooks. I ordered at the bar while I scanned the pub in the mirrors behind the barman.

At first, I thought they'd slipped out a back door. If it hadn't been for the beautiful brunette, I would have missed them completely. She entered the pub on the arm of a silver-fox at least twenty years her senior. Despite the age gap, they were a beautiful couple. Certainly caught my eye.

The brunette had the figure of a glamour model; all curves and legs. And a bump in her stomach that she cradled with one arm as she looked around the pub.

"Ellie!" I heard my sister call, "we're over here!"

I followed the couple with my eyes as they weaved their way through the punters to a hidden booth in the back of the pub. I paid for my drink and discretely took a seat on the booth next to theirs.

"You look...amazing. It really suits you." I recognised my sister's voice.

"Thanks. So do you!"

"Christmas sweaters are good for one thing at least."

"Please, I bet you're still tiny under there. I'd kill to be skinny like you."


Who was this girl and how did she know what my sister looked like without her clothes on?

Then Tim spoke up. "How have you been, Larry?"

"Good, y'know, all things considered. It took a little getting used to."

"But we're excited," the girl called Ellie jumped in, "we're living together now."

"Just like old times," the man called Larry laughed anxiously, "like when you were a kid."

"Only we share a bed now," Ellie said happily.

Before I could puzzle out the statement, a dorky young man stumbled into my chair.

"Yikes, s...sorry, Miss," he said, before his heavily pregnant girlfriend pulled him away.

"Be careful, Dwight," she said, leading him to the booth next door, "you need to be less clumsy when the little ones are here."

"Lisa!" It was my sister again, greeting the new couple. "Did you say little ONES?"

"Twins," Lisa confirmed, "turns out Dwight's got strong swimmers."

"Hardly a surprise," Ellie laughed, "given the size of your brother's package, you're lucky it's not triplets!"

Brother? The brunette must have been mistaken. But then again, the new couple did look awfully similar.

"Is Akari coming?"

"I haven't heard from her since her Grandpa passed," Skye said sadly, "she took it pretty hard."

"We're kind of in a rush," my brother said, "let's get started."

There was a blur of movement nearby and a piercing scream cut through the cheerful hubbub in the pub.

"Aiiiii!" Shrieked a tiny, pregnant Asian girl with cute piggy tails as she bundled past me and joined the booth beside mine. "Wait for me!"

"Akari!"

"Sorry I'm late but, you know, baby stuff."

There was a chorus of sympathetic noises before the nerdy boy tentatively said, "sorry about your Grandpa."

"Yeah," Akari said softly, "he's gone but, kinda not, if you get what I mean. There's a part of him still with me."

There was a lull in the conversation and then Akari continued chirpily, "so, how about the money? Have you got it?"

"Every penny," Skye said.

"You didn't spend any?" Lisa asked.

"It wasn't ours to spend," Tim said, "not yet."

"A million pounds," Ellie whistled, "what does that even look like?"

"It's not cash, silly," my sister laughed, "it's in a Swiss account."

The pub seemed to spin around me as I struggled to make sense of the conversation. My sister had a million pounds in a Swiss bank account? It had to be some kind of a prank.

"Enter your details," Tim instructed, "one at a time. We'll make the transfer now."

"It's actually real. You did it," Larry said, "you beat Sib Games."

"You beat Apollo," Ellie added, "how did you do it?"

"Tell us," Akari pressed, "what was the final game?"

--

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

SKYE

"I... I love you, Skye."

I took my brother's hands in mine, forgetting for a moment the cameras broadcasting us to...to who? The V.I.P's? The architect of the games? The world?

"A million pounds is a lot of money, Tim, but it can't change everything. If you regret this..."

"I won't," Tim cut in firmly.

"If you regret this," I continued, "all the money in the world won't make you forget...forget that you put a baby in your little sister."

Suddenly I was in my brother's arms, his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me. Just like he did all that time ago in the underground station. It was a passionate, reckless kiss. It told me all I needed to know.

"Get on the bed," I said breathily, breaking off our kiss.

My brother dropped onto the satin sheets. I pushed him onto his back and swiftly pulled off his silk boxer shorts. Taking his half-hard cock in my hand, I looked into his eyes, and guided it into my mouth.

A thought struck me and I laughed around my brother's cock.

"You know, it's not good for a guys ego to laugh."

"Sorry," I said, lazily stroking Tim's thickening shaft, "it's just that, after everything we've been through, everything that's happened, this is the first time I've tasted...my brother's cock."

"And?"

In response, I bobbed my head onto his turgid member again, sucking and licking on his cock-popsicle like it was the tastiest thing in the world. Which it kind of is. When I felt like Tim was at full mast, I climbed onto the bed, knelt over him, and pulled the silk nightie over my head. Tim's eyes were like saucers, absorbing every inch of my body as I reached between us and angled his cock at my soaked pussy.

"Last chance," I said huskily, "there's no going back."

"I don't want to go back," Tim thrust his hips upward and his swollen glans nudged against my opening, "Not now, not ever."

"Tim..." I moaned, dropping onto his cock and instantly feeling myself stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. Inch by perfect inch, I impaled myself on his cock until my brother was fully sheathed inside me.

"Jesus, Skye..."

"I know...just...just gimme a moment..."

Tim groaned as I gently rolled my hips in tight circles, slowly acclimatising to my brother's cock as I ground my throbbing clit on his pubic bone.

It was good. So good. But I needed more. Shifting my feet beneath me so I was squatting on top of my brother, I slowly lifted myself off his shaft until only the tip was resting inside me. We both gazed between my legs at our incestuous union. Tim's cock was covered in a thick sheen of juice that dribbled down to his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

As we watched, my brother's cock twitched. I felt the tip expand inside me and a short squirt of hot, wet fluid spurted into my fertile pussy.

"Did you..?"

"No," Tim growled, "but I don't know how long I can last."

"It's okay," I said, running my fingers around his blazing cock to coax more lubricating pre-cum from it, "I want it. I always have. I want every drop. I want to be your cum-slut sister. Unngh!"

I sunk onto my brother's cock again, pausing only momentarily with him encased in my buttery channel before I lifted myself off him.

"Perfect, Skye. Keep...fucking me like this. Keep...milking my cock...with that perfect pussy...make me...unghh...cum."

"Me too...I'm dripping, Tim. I'm close. Fuck me, big brother...fill me up...please."

Tim's hands were on my ass, squeezing my pert cheeks as he lifted me off his cock and drove me back onto it. We fucked shamelessly, wantonly, oblivious to the cameras and our invisible audience. The room echoed with the wet slap of my brother bottoming out inside me.

"It's...happening...I can't...hold it..."

"Oh god...Tim...do it..."

Tim was ploughing into me, meeting my downward motion with powerful thrusts that drove his leaking glans against my cervix.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck me, brother...breed your slutty sister!"

"YES!"

Tim held me against him, driving himself deeper than ever before, as his climax peaked. I felt every spurting wave of hot spunk shooting point-blank against my needy cervix and it drove me to my own earth-shattering orgasm.

"Tiiiimmmmm..." I mewled, alarmed at the intensity of an orgasm that made me quiver uncontrollably on my brother, who emptied every drop of his colossal load into my fertile womb.
--

SIX MONTHS LATER

SKYE

"It's time to accept it, my life is over."

"You're being dramatic," Tim laughed, "what's the big problem?"

The others had left the pub shortly after we'd transferred the funds. Maybe they had other places to be. Maybe we didn't have as much in common as we thought. Or maybe they just didn't want reminding of that week.

"What's the problem? I got ten thousand problems. I got two problems that don't fit in my bras anymore."

Tim glanced around the pub, blushing as I pointed at my recently swollen breasts. "Skye..."

"And I've got a problem so big it makes me wanna get swallowed by a black hole. That's problem number eight hundred and seven. Event horizons are barely even on my problem radar these days."

"None of those things sound like problems," Tim argued, waving at the barman for another round. Mulled wine for him. Orange juice for me. Yet another problem, right there.

"Wrong! And what I don't need is our know-it-all sister sticking her hooter in where it's not wanted. She's onto us, you know?"

"Did you think you could hide it beneath a baggy jumper forever? You've got to tell them at some point."

"Do I?" I asked, exasperated, "quarter of a million pounds is a lot of money. Maybe I could just, sort of, disappear."

"Take off with our..."

"That's not what I meant," I cut in, "I just can't see a way forward. I'm scared, Tim."

"Don't worry about it, kiddo. I got you," Tim said, placing his hand on my swollen stomach. On my baby. Our baby. "Something will come up. It always does."

--

AMBER

As much as I wanted to stay and eavesdrop on my siblings, I knew I had to be back home before they were to avoid suspicion. I slipped out of the pub right behind the dorky guy and his sister, trailing at a discrete distance as they made their way to the underground station.

"Can I open my present early?" Lisa cooed, "please, Santa?"


"Lisa, shhh! Someone might hear."

"I don't care! I've been an awfully good girl this year. I deserve my special Christmas treat."

Eager to learn more about my sister's strange friends, I stalked closer through the fog.

"But Lisa, what about the baby?"

"Pweeease!"

"It might not be safe!"

"Then Santa can put it up my chimney, I'm sure the baby won't mind THAT."

The couple were only steps ahead of me. I could smell the girl's perfume.

"You really...really mean it?"

"Uhuh," Lisa said softly, almost too softly to hear, "all I want for Christmas is my brother's big, fat, cock in my..."

The girl never got a chance to finish her sentence. The fog was so thick I didn't see the light change at the crosswalk. The couple stopped at the curb and I ploughed right into the back of them.

"Sorry!" I said hastily, trying not to look as guilty as I felt, "are you okay?"

"Fine, we're fine," the boy cringed, glancing round anxiously to check whether anyone else was in earshot. "Come on, Lisa. Let's go."

The boy tugged on his sister's hand but she stated rooted to the pavement, studying me with a penetrating gaze.

"Do I know you?" She asked.

"Mmm, n..no..." I stammered, "I don't think we've met."

"Come on, Lisa," her brother urged.

"You look familiar," Lisa pressed, taking a step towards me through the fog, "are you SURE we don't know each other?"

"Uhuh," I said, stepping backwards.

"You look a lot like..."

"Merry Christmas!" I interrupted loudly, then took off at a brisk jog.

--

The television was but Mom and Dad were fast asleep in front of it. I crept by them and went directly up the stairs, passed my room, directly to my sisters. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but I'm usually pretty insightful. It's my thing, I'm the smart kid. But none of this was making sense. I needed more clues.

Even by the standards of most twenty-one year olds, Skye's room was a mess. Which didn't make my task any easier. If only I knew WHAT I was looking for, I could have narrowed it down but all I had to go on was a hunch, a half-heard conversation, and her weird group of expecting friends.

I checked all the usual places. Underwear drawer. Waste paper bin. Under the bed. But I didn't find anything incriminating, aside from a three-headed butt plug that looked like it would stretch an elephant.

I was about to give up, chalk off the whole thing until next Christmas, when I saw it. I almost overlooked it at first. Such a small thing, so mundane.

The business card had three symbols printed in electric pink on one of the black face. I recognised two immediately. They were the gender symbols for male and female. The third depicted the two symbols intertwined.


The back of the card was almost bare. No name, no address, no indication of what the owner offered. Only a number.

"It's only a number," I thought, inputting the digits into my phone, "what's the worst that could happen?"

THE END

Author's Note: If you've made it this far, thank you! I've really appreciated your comments and feedback while writing this series. It's been an educational journey, for sure!