Chapter 5: Little Sister’s Exploding Love

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Melody Samuels

I burst from the pool room reeling.

Behind me, the student body of my high school were shouting and screaming. My bare feet slapped on the floor. My naked breasts bounced and heaved. All the pleasure, all the exhilaration, from having my pussy licked by Becky while the entire student body, including my half-brother and lover Clint, watching me was gone. Vanished in a single moment.

A single kiss.

Tim kissed me.

I liked it.

The world spun around me, bent and twisted to weird angles. I stumbled for a moment with a drunken lurch. I grabbed a locker for support, my heart screaming in my chest. My breath came so fast as I remembered Tim’s kiss. It wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to love Becky, his little sister. He just took her cherry while she ate my pussy. Then he kissed me!

Was this my fault?

I kept calling him cutie. I was teasing him, trying to seduce him into incest with his sister. I didn’t mean to make him like me. Right? Was I attracted to Tim? I mean, he was a cute guy. He wasn’t as muscular as Clint, but Tim’s swimmer build had a lean and virile quality about it. And when combined with his green eyes and dark hair, he had a boyish handsomeness. He paid attention to me and...

Did I encourage him?

My lips burned with the memory of his. If he had only kissed me and I flinched back, that was one thing. But, for a moment, I enjoyed it. I returned it for a single heartbeat, wanting to melt into him. Wanting to be loved by him. Even if Clint wasn’t watching, I would feel terrible about doing that. Right?

Would I have gone farther if Clint wasn’t there?

A wave of nausea washed out of my guts. I groaned, running faster. The world grew blurry. The back of my throat grew tight. My shoulders shuddered. I slid to a stop before my locker. I blinked my eyes, the tears almost spilling out as I spun the combination on my locker.

Right 13. Left 51. Right 9.

I ripped my locker open. I threw my purse in here before going to the school’s pool. It swung on my shoulder as I kept running. I had to get away. Think. What was wrong with me? How could I betray Clint? Alicia must be freaking out. Pam must hate me. And Clint...

I was his queen!

I barreled out of the school. I was naked, breasts bouncing before me as I raced through the parking lot. I wove through the parking lot. I grabbed out my keys. I jammed the key into our car. I twisted. The lock clicked. I hopped onto the car, started it, and backed out as fast as possible. I shifted the car into to drive. I had to get away.

My phone was beeping in my purse. Text messages. I couldn’t look. I knew who they were from: Pam. She would want to talk. She would probably understand how I could kiss another guy. How I could do something so whorish like that. How I wanted to kiss Tim.

Fuck Tim.

Becky Yates

My brother’s cum leaked out of my newly deflowered cherry. I sat up, feeling so naked. I just had sex before the entire school, and now I was self-conscious. I hugged myself as I turned around, trying to cover my small breasts, my thighs pressed tight to hide my shaved pussy. I thought Tim loved me. He came in me, after opening me up, and then he kissed Melody.

That hussy instead of me.

Her pussy juices stained sweet on my mouth. Tim stood up, watching Melody race out of the pool room, the entire student body whooping and hollering, doing that shocked, “Ooohhhh.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Tim chased after the fleeing Melody and ... such an anger surged through me for my older brother. I just gave him my body, my virginity! He was the first guy to ever enter me—I thought he would be the only guy to enter me—and then he kissed Melody! That utter slut.

“Melody!” Tim called, his cock flopping before him as he darted after her. “Wait, Melody!”

I ground my teeth as he got about a dozen steps after her when Clint, bursting from the bleachers, crashed into my brother. Tim hit the ground hard with a grunt. My brother rolled onto his back as Clint kicked him while he was down. The shouts of the watching students changed, burning with such vicious enthusiasm.

“Kick his ass, Clint!” roared from the stands.

“Don’t be a pussy, Tim!” shouted someone else.

“Your girlfriend’s a slut, Clint!”

“Beat him bloody, Master!” screeched Lee.

My brother gained his feet, blocking a body blow from Clint. Tim threw a punch, but Clint deflected it with his forearm before slamming his fist into my brother’s face. Bright blood spurted. Tim’s head snapped backward as he reeled. He groaned, stumbling. Before he could recover, Clint punched hard, planting his fist in my brother’s solar plexus. My brother grunted and managed to crack an elbow into Clint’s jaw.

My brother paid for it, doubling over from another hard blow from Clint. Such anger twisted the bigger guy’s face. Clint punched again, but my brother managed to just block it and stumble back a pace. Clint charged in after.

A part of me took a vicious pleasure in my brother getting his ass kicked, but another part of me...

“Stop hitting my brother!” I shrieked, gaining my feet.

Water splashed behind me. Tim’s swim team, who were watching from the pool, darted past me dripping wet. They raced towards the fight. Other students were pouring from the stands. A pregnant Lee appeared, stepping before Todd, blocking the dripping swimmer from interfering in the fight. Clint stuck my brother again. Tim stumbled back into his team mate. Clint rushed after him. He was a bigger guy than my brother and hit hard.

“Asshole!” someone shouted.

The students swarmed around, blocking the fight from my view. I caught a glimpse of the swim team grabbing Clint, hauling him back. Lee was punching Todd in the back now, screeching like a wild animal.

“That’s enough!” Ms. Samuels, a history teacher, shouted. “Both of you stop it right now!”

Her voice cut over the student’s. I caught a glimpse of the shock on Clint’s face as he whipped his head around to stare at the teacher. She was Lee and Melody’s mother, and, from what I gathered, Clint’s sex slave.

“Now!” roared the older woman, her black hair sweeping about an angry face. “Break it up both of you!”

Clint threw off Todd holding his arm. He glared at Ms. Samuels, then he pushed through the crowd and stalked out of the hallway. Pam scurried to catch up to him. They vanished out of the hallway, Pam fumbling with her phone. My brother looked around, seeing everyone staring at him. He clutched a hand to his nose, blood flowing. He pushed past his friend and raced naked towards the locker room.

Angry, I stalked after him.

Melody Samuels

I had no idea where I was going. I drove naked out of the school’s parking lot. I was on the verge of crying. I made a right turn, not even sure why. I pulled into the traffic, just driving to get away from everything. My breasts rose and fell, the seatbelt tight between them. My heart pounded so fast, thundering beneath my ribs. It pulsed through my veins.

Why did I do it? I glanced down at my naked breasts. I ... I just had sex with Becky before the school. I had never done anything so wild, so risky before. What was wrong with me? It used to be just the thrill of getting caught, being spotted by a few people. Now I was craving so much more. If Clint wasn’t there, would I have let Tim fuck me?

Let the entire school witness me cuckolding my brother?

What sort of terrible person was I? Did I truly want that? Was that the real reason I went down this game with Becky? Just to get some attention from a guy. Any cute guy. The way Tim looked at me while he watched me with his sister, his eyes drinking me in like I was the only woman in the world, filled my mind. My cheeks burned. Clint used to look at me like that.

What happened?

My hands worked the steering wheel. I don’t know why I turned here. I had no idea where I was going. Not the house. That lay in the opposite direction. My vision misted again, my eyes burning. I blinked back the tears. I had to think. To figure this out.

I took another turn and...

I blinked at what was before me. Flashing Glitter’s sign, well, flashed at me. Pink letters proclaiming the strip club’s name next to a silhouette of a busty woman in a seductive pose. This was where my sister, Zoey, worked with her girlfriend as an ‘exotic dancer.’

Why was I here? Did I want to be a stripper? Did I just want to abandon all pretense and shake my stuff before a bunch of horny men. To be bathed by their dollar bills. To let them touch me while giving them lap dances, grinding my ass on their dicks through their pants. I know they would cum sometimes. Zoey blanched at that but me...

A weird thrill ran through me. To have guys getting off from watching my body dance and twerk, to get so turned on from me. They would shower me with attention. With dollar bills and orgasms from getting dry-humped.

Flashing Glitter was where a whore belonged who kissed other boys.

My pussy grew so hot as I stared at the club. My thighs rubbed together. I licked my lips, my heart beating so fast. I proved what I truly was today. It made me feel so empty inside. I needed to feel that with something.

Why not this?

Clint hated me now. My shoulders shook. Despite the lust flaring through my pussy, I pressed my face into the steering wheel. The horn blared as my shoulders shook. The tears finally came. They spilled hot down my cheeks.

Becky Yates

I marched into the boy’s locker room. I didn’t care that I shouldn’t be in here. I was naked and unafraid. The one thing that Melody had taught me was to be bold, to seize my pleasures when I wanted them, and to throw myself into it with passion. It was the way she’d seduced me. The way she’d fucked Lee up the ass with a strap-on in the girl’s bathroom.

I found my brother sitting on a bench, looking down at the cement floor, his elbows resting on his knees. Blood dripped from his nose, splattering in drops of crimson on the gray cement. I sighed, wanting to be so angry at him, but he looked so sad and hurt right now.

I snagged a towel from a shelf stacked with them as I marched to him. My footsteps slapped the cold floor. I slammed the towel into his hand. He looked up at me, blinking. Already his cheek was swelling up. He pressed the white terry cloth to his nose.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

I slapped his cheek. The stinging sound echoed through the locker room. I felt the force of the blow in my hand. The burning gave me such a satisfying, vicious delight.

He blinked at me. “What was that for?”

“You kissed her!” I hissed at him, wanting to slap him again. “Not me! HER!”

“You wanted me ... to kiss you?” he said, brow furrowed. “But you’re my little sister.”

“And?” I snarled. “That didn’t stop you from fucking me in front of the entire school.”

“I—”

“I’m so humiliated! You just took my virginity—I gave myself to you utterly—and then you kissed Melody? That whore? Everyone saw it. Everyone knows who you like more.”

He blinked. “What? I—”

SMACK!

I slapped him even harder. My blood boiled.

“Stop that!” he groaned. “Why are you so mad at me?”

“I love you, you idiot!”

My hand streaked at his cheek. He caught my wrist. His green eyes stared up at me in shock. He blinked. “What?”

“Why do you think we were doing this?” I demanded.

“What... ?” He frowned. “You love ... me? You’re my sister!”

I folded my arms beneath my naked breasts. “And?”

“I just thought you were Melody’s girlfriend or something. She’s into all that free love crap. I thought she wanted me and was having fun, you know? Seeing how much she could get me to do before we ... I just—”

“Idiot!” I snarled. “I love you. And she’s Clint’s girlfriend! She’s just ... naughty.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean ... I took your virginity before the entire school. I mean ... That’s something a pervert like Melody would do and ... I just thought she wanted to end it with a bang or something.”

“No, I did that so the entire school could see how much I loved you.” The pain my anger was covering burst through it. My face tightened, scrunching up. “It was supposed to be special, and you ruined it!”

He flinched, looked down. “I ... I didn’t know.” He swallowed shifting. His eyes flicked up at me. “You really ... love me?”

“I did,” I said, itching him to slap him again. He couldn’t pout his way out of this. Not after what he did. He kissed her!

“Maybe...” Tim swallowed. “Ugh, I’m sorry I ruined it.”

“You did.”

He gave me a look, lowering the towel from his nose, the bleeding had stopped. There was something in his eyes, something ... that looked shocked. He flicked up and down at me and ... it felt like he was truly seeing me for the first time. I suddenly felt my nudity again. I wanted to cover myself but...

I liked how he was looking at me. I shouldn’t. I wanted to unleash my anger on him, but ... Why did I have to have all these feelings in me? It would be so much easier if he hurt me to just hate him and not be all confused and hopeful and aching and longing.

“I could ... make it right.” His eyes were almost pleading. They were full of ... re-evaluation. Consideration blossomed in them. He ... appraised me. The way a man appraised a woman. A wave of heat shot through me. “Please, Becky.”

“In front of everyone?” I asked him. “You have to prove to them because ... because ... You just do! Or I’ll hate you!” I glared at him. “And you don’t want me hating you, do you?”

He forced a half-hearted smile. “You slap hard.”

Melody Samuels

I bit my lip, staring at the strip club. There was this part of me that just wanted to go in even though I was seventeen. It was a few more months before I turned eighteen, but I just wanted to make this pain go away. Clint would never take me back. How could he?

I kissed Tim.

Ugh, why was I so stupid? I could make this right. Clint can’t be that mad but...

He was the type of guy who expected his women to only love him. And I was his queen. I was supposed to be the best, an example to Alicia and Lee, to my own daughter Christie, to even Pam. To those Japanese twins that fawned over Clint. Even to my mother and my aunt and Mrs. Hiragawa. I let them all down.

My phone kept beeping and ringing. They called me. Texted me. Messaged me. I ignored my cell, leaving it in my purse. I didn’t know what to do. The entire family would hate me. They would despise me. We had this amazing harem, and I just had to be a horny, disgusting slut and ruin it.

I deserved to be a stripper. Just shaking my ass and twerking on stage. I would bend over and let the patrons shove dollar bills in my pussy like Zoey did. Only she wasn’t Clint’s queen. She was just his sister he liked to fuck.

My stomach twisted. People were going in and out. Girls were arriving. No one glanced at me or realized there was a naked, seventeen-year-old slut in the car. My fingers drummed on the steering wheel. I whimpered, wanting to just march my nude ass into the club and just let the guys go wild. I deserved to have them all touch me.

The passenger door opened.

I screeched in shock, flinching as someone slipped into the passenger seat and—

“Zoey?” I gasped, staring at my older sister.

Her brassy hair spilled about her shoulders, a look of amusement on her face. Amusement! “So, you’re going to be a stripper, Melody?” She arched her eyebrows. “Make the big bucks?”

I flushed, my cheeks burning. I just shrugged.

“Well, I hear you like to flash your stuff,” Zoey said, shifting in the car. “I get it. It’s hot when everyone pants after your body. Makes you feel like a woman.”

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, anger and shame burning through me. “How did you even find me?”

“GPS on your phone,” she answered. “When we saw where you were, I volunteered to come talk to you.”

I swallowed, not sure what to do. My hands squeezed the steering wheel.

“So you kissed this guy Tim. Want to talk about it?”

“He kissed me,” I said quickly. Then my cheeks warmed. “But ... I liked it. I don’t know. Maybe I liked the attention. Maybe I’m just a filthy girl who’s not good enough for Clint.”

“Good enough?”

“Not ... not patient enough.” That frustration bubbled up through the humiliation and shame, smothering it. “He has so many other people who need his help. So many other women who want him, so I can’t monopolize his time, but I want to. And then ... Tim...” My brow furrowed. “There was a moment where I wanted him to keep kissing me. To do other things with him.” I burst out with a bitter laugh. “I kept calling him cutie, and the way he kept looking at me ... It made me feel good. What does that make me, Zoey?”

“A girl who needs attention,” Zoey said. She glanced at the strip club. “So let’s go get it.”

“What?” I blinked.

“On stage, shaking your stuff.” She gave me a leering look, glancing down at my tits. “You got the goods, sis.”

“But I’m seventeen!”

“Details...” she said as she climbed out of the car. She marched around it, her big boobs bouncing in her tight, beige sweater. She opened the driver door and seized my arm. “Let’s find out what you truly want.”

I blinked as she dragged me out of the car.

Becky Yates

His face cleaned up, I dragged my brother out of the locker room, both of us naked. My stomach fluttered, but I had to be bold. Things were changing at our high school. Thanks to Melody and Clint, incest was percolating through the school. Bit by bit more and more people were embracing it. And now it was exploding. People could be open about it.

I realized I was pioneering this newfound openness. One of the first besides Melody to be open about it. And I would hold my head up high. Melody might be a whore who tried to steal my brother—anger spiked through me at remembering their kiss—but she taught me this wonderful lesson. Boldness. I could do anything. I could proclaim to the world what my heart wanted.

Tim stumbled after me. He still felt dazed. But his hand squeezing mine felt strong. I felt his eyes flicking over my body. Finally, he saw me as a woman. As something desirable. Something he could enjoy.

There were plenty of students still milling around the pool and sitting on the bleachers. The room echoed with their conversations. People glanced at us. A rippling wave of embarrassed silence spread from them. They glanced at me, shifting, biting lips, shrugging shoulders. My cheeks burned, but I lifted my chin high as I marched into the midst of them.

Bold.

Wild.

“Everyone, this is my brother, Tim,” I said. “And I love him!”

People shifted. The murmurs began. I caught my friends’ eyes. Kristi, Rhea, and Belinda all nodded at me. Rhea was particularly enthusiastic. She had a brother. I hoped she would throw herself into incest.

“Well, you all saw what happened,” I said. “He ... misunderstood the situation. He didn’t realize that I loved him and thought this was all some game with Melody.”