Chapter 2

“M’ cock! I’m back!” Rob called out, as he shut the front door to his maisonette near Fuckney Bridge Station.

“Hey bro,” called Eva. “Wash your hands. Heritage mashup for supper: mielie pap and ackee, bobotie and callaloo, locri and boerewors. Just don’t expect cultural coherence, and it’ll be delicious.”

“Oh! A bit of everything, then. To what do I owe the honour?” grinned Rob as he entered the kitchen.

“Well, two things, I guess,” smiled Eva as she kissed her brother on the lips. “One: I’m glad to see you, after you being away so long. Two: I feel like a real fucking nigger today!” She punched the air in mock triumph.

Rob laughed generously. “Well, one: I’m glad to see you too. But two: wha-a-at?”

“I got a job!” smiled Eva.

“Oh? Where? For how long?”

“Well, probably just for the summer, really – though if it goes well I might keep it on part-time come September. Anyway, I’m a ‘fine Undesirable for the discerning fucker’ – in other words, nigger cunt.” Rob raised one eyebrow suspiciously, but Eva held up her hand to stop him interrupting. “Now, don’t get all worried: it’s a top-class outlet on the Kinks Road. The owner is really nice, and she really liked my trial shift: I said all the right things to satisfy the white trick, you know, ‘Fuck this filthy nigger cunt with that “big”’ – read fucking tiny – ‘white dick’ and so on. So, I’m full time, five days a week till mid-September, then we’ll see!”

Rob kissed his sister proudly on the forehead. “Well, well done, sis! Do you want me to tell Mum and Dad?”

“Oh shit, no ... no, really. I mean, I know they say they want me to fit into this ‘Enlightened’ society, but I can see how much it makes them suffer them when they hear what that actually means. I mean, when I told them I was accepted at the RAF, that was really hard for them to take. And Jesus, even you don’t dare tell them you like having your dick sucked by your kid sister – do you?”

Rob was about to object – but Eva’s last comment silenced him. “Let’s eat,” he said.

They held hands as Rob said grace, before tucking into their feast. “How long are you back this time?” asked Eva.

“Mmm ... probably about a week. I’ve got a new project starting in Cunthorpe in ten days’ time. Then I’ll be away till mid-September or so.”

Eva looked despondent. “Oh fuck, Robbie. You’re always away for so long these days. I get so fucking lonely without you...” But there was a brief glimmer of hope in her face, as she added, “Will you be back before I start at the RAF?”

“Well, it sounds like you’re going to be busy, whatever. When does your course start?”

“19^th September. It’s a Monday. Will you at least get back the weekend before? I know I’ll be so nervous.”

“I’ll try, really, I will. But you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. They’ll love you!”

“Ooh ooh: such language in your kid sis’ presence, Robbie!” Eva waggled her finger. “Leading me astray with all your ‘L-words’. The correct phrase is ‘You’ll pleasure them,’ remember?”

Rob laughed – one of those long hearty laughs which gradually degrades into sadness as the true grimness of the matter sets in. Eva sensed it too. “Shit,” she groaned, “we can’t even laugh at ourselves anymore...”

Rob took his sister’s hand tenderly. “Oh, Eva, I know it’s hard. I find it hard too. But I’ve just had a few more years than you to get used to it.”

“And are you saying I’ll get used to it? Maybe I don’t fucking want to get used to it!” Eva frowned, and she thumped the table in frustration. “Behind closed doors we say we love each other; open the doors, and love is banned. Behind closed doors we curse the white man; open the doors, and we’re all happy to be his ‘nigger’ slaves. Behind closed doors we praise God for His ‘bounteous love’; open them and we’re fucking around like every other ‘Enlightened’ citizen of this land. To Mom and Dad we feign gratitude for all they’ve done for us: leaving us money, and a home – even, dammit, my big fake tits and fuckable throat; while all the time we curse this open prison – and I curse them for leaving us here! I mean, what the fuck did they think they were doing?!”

Rob’s arm was around his sister now. “Oh, Evie, oh stop, please. I know what you’re feeling. And I agree, it’s not ideal...”

“Not ideal, Rob? It’s fucking shit! And we’re totally fucked up by it.”

“OK, yes, it’s fucking shit; and yes ... yeah. But don’t curse Mom and Dad for it. They didn’t know what this country was going to turn out like. No one knew. They just made the best decision they could at the time. And they meant well – even for us...”

Eva lapsed into silence, before they both resumed their meal. Then, softly, she said: “Just don’t leave me, Rob. You are the only person I can be myself with. You are the only person I trust. You’re the only person who understands what I feel like.”

Rob nodded. “Same here, sis. Like you, I do my work, I do my best to fit in. But I know I’m different. Not just the way I look, but the way I think. Like you say, you are probably the only person I know well enough to talk with about how that feels. But remember, it was you who wanted to do the course at the RAF. In a year’s time, we can think again. It won’t be easy for us if we follow Mum and Dad to the Outside World. And if we do, we’ll never come back again. But the option is open...”

Eva nodded, slowly. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry: I just get worked up. I shouldn’t take it out on you like that.”

“Of course you can take it out on me, Evie,” Rob smiled. “That’s what family is for. Besides...” Rob looked a bit sheepish.

“What?”

“Well...”

Eva giggled. “You big fuck-perv, I know what you’re wanting.”

“Yeah, what would Mum and Dad say?”

Eva leant over and touched her brother’s lips with her finger. “Well, we’re not going to tell them, are we?” She slid off her chair and knelt on the floor.

This is a beautiful cock, thought Eva to herself, as she wrestled it free from Rob’s trousers. It was jet-black, stiff as a rod, some eight inches tall, and bounced eagerly in her hand as a small pearl of pre-cum emerged glistening at its tip. She gently stroked it, massaging pre-cum and her own saliva into the pulsating twitching purple-brown dickhead. Rob was silent, apart from a soft gasp of pleasure. And Eva said nothing. She didn’t need to: they both understood each other too well for that...

“And on the bed
There was a whore,
The prettiest whore
That you ever did see.”

her friends had chanted, as they stood naked and giggling, playing their circle game on the grass in the park, and blond big-titted Darcie prowled around the inside of the ring, considering which girl to pick next.

“Please pick me!” pleaded Eva, “I wanna be the prettiest whore?”

”You can’t be the prettiest whore, Evie,” responded Darcie. “You’re a nigger!” she added, as if explaining something blindingly obvious to someone rather stupid.

“Why can’t a nigger be the prettiest whore?” pouted Eva.

”’Coz niggers are fuckin’ ugly!” cackled the blonde. And everyone laughed – perhaps not with deliberate cruelty, but it made Eva’s eyes sting nevertheless...

Eva’s soft lips closed over her brother’s dark glans. Behind her eyes there were tears, fighting to get out. But they don’t matter now, she attempted to reassure herself...

“And the whore on the bed,
And the big dicks jerked all around, all around,
And the big dicks jerked all around.”

they had sung, as the boys stroked their cocks, ogling the girls’ bodies, wondering who Darcie would pick next to be fucked.

“No one wants to fuck nigger cunt anyway,” Darcie explained helpfully later, on their way back to class. “I mean, look at yours, with those big black cunt-lips. Looks like fucking shoe-leather!” And everyone around laughed good-naturedly...

Eva began to choke up, tears flowing down her cheeks, and thence down Rob’s thick shaft onto his balls. She tried to pretend it wasn’t happening, sucking his cock deep into her throat so that he wouldn’t be able to tell tears from spit, and everything would be warm and wet for him...

“Who are you fucking calling ugly?!” she had screeched, as she launched herself at Darcie. Her fingernails scratched, her fists pummelled, her teeth sank into the blond girl’s soft tit-flesh. Around them, everyone was screaming. A couple of the boys attempted to pull the two girls apart – but Eva was too strong for them, kicking them hard in the balls as she continued to attack her blond nemesis.

“MISS EVA DANIELS!” interrupted the stentorian voice of Mr Edwards, Head of English, as Eva found herself grabbed by her naked neck and hauled away, still kicking and screaming...

Rob’s cockhead was lodged deep inside her now, so that the walls of her throat could squeeze him: tighter, looser, tighter again, pleasuring him as only she knew how. Yet he sensed her sadness, looked down and tenderly stroked her wild black mane. Her eyes still glistening, she pulled slowly off, letting a long rope of throat-slime dangle from her mouth, before rescuing it and rubbing it into his spit-slimy cock with one hand. Now she teased his frenulum with quick gentle flicks of her tongue, circled her tongue gently around his cockhead, then sucked his balls into her mouth one by one, popped them out, and to proceeded lick his perineum while his huge hard cock bobbed gently above her head...