Chapter 4

Brother and sister.

May's words kept echoing in my head like a sing in infinite replay. And I couldn't unplug the music player that was my brain. Well, I could, but then I'd be dead. Maybe I should have picked a different analogy.

The point was, I had no idea what to think about Alicia and Charlie-- on the one hand, incest was wrong. That was one of the first things you learned about sex — along with "don't have it" and "you'll get cooties", "especially don't have it with your cousin" was pretty big. Whenever someone talked about incest, it was coupled with rape or pedofilia — an abusive father raping his teenage daughter, creating a hellish child. Even when it was done consensually, it was mocked — one of the countless jokes about the southern US. If you met your wife at a family reunion, you might be a redneck.

But Alicia and Charlie weren't stupid — at least they didn't seem that way — and it definitely wasn't against their consent. In fact, of all the couples there, they seemed the happiest (and horniest to boot.) Since I knew May wouldn't lie to me, this left me in a conundrum. How could television have lied to me yet again?

On the other hand, I was already involved with orgy-goers, voyeurs, lesbians, and BDSM freaks. Incest was just the cherry on top of the perversion sundae (although really, the only cherry involved had been my own.) And hey, if we were all happy with it, why not?

But of course, incest wasn't right. If everyone did it, than we'd either go extinct or become a bunchof semi-sentient ape-men. Well, moreso than we already were.

Somehow, though, I couldn't fault Charlie and Alicia for doing what they did. But the main thing I wanted to know was why.

I must have been less frazzled than I thought, because I remembered to take down the address of the place when we left. Well, either that or I was super-frazzled by the orgy and then super-frazzled by the incest thing, and the frazzling cancelled itself out. Not that "frazzling" is a word.

Anyway, I took down the adress of Paradise Flats, and looked it up on Mapquest when I got home. The apartment building was in the middle of a mess of roads and sidestreets. From above, the blocks looked kind of like someone had stomped on a Dorito and mapped the city based on the size and position of the pieces. It amazed me that the endlessly complex way May took was really the best way to the Flats.

Now that I knew the way, I decided to visit Alicia and Charlie to see if they could explain things to me. I wound up driving around in circles for a bit, but I found Paradise Flats eventually. Fortunately, I remembered where Alicia and Charlie lived, and with a nervous breath knocked on their door.

I probably shouldn't have been surprised to have Alicia answer completely in the nude. Her body was slick with sweat, so I wondered if she had been in the middle of sex. "Heya, James! What are you here for?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. About, uh, stuff." I scratched my head nervously. Her nudity was just adding to the already huge awkwardness of the situation. And by "the situation" I mean "my erection."

"Oh, sure. Come on in."

I wandered into the apartment. It was a mess, odds and ends stackd everywhere, food refuse left in places where food refuse shouldn't be. It looked strangely like my room. "Um, were you in the middle of something, Alicia? Cause if you were having sex, I could come back another time."

"Nah, I'm just excercising, not fucking," she said casually. "I like to do it in the nude. More comfortable that way."

"And you just answer the door like that?"

"Why not. Everyone that would come to the door has probably seen me naked before."

"What if it was a salesman or something?"

"Well then, he would get a nice eyeful. Make his day a little brighter." Alicia giggled, and bent down to continue stretching. I got an eyeful of her ass. Did I ever say that she wasn't very attractive? This is my formal retraction.

I shifted away. It would be hard to go into the current discussion with a boner. "So, what are you excercising for? Well, other than just to lose weiht I guess, because you're pretty skinny as it is so I hope it's not for that, but if there's no other reason--"

"James," Alicia said sharply, making me shut up. "I'm stretching to keep limber. I do gymnastics, and even if I can't get out and practise four hours a day, I can at least stay limber."

My eyes drifted to a shelf above an old TV. On it were a couple of trophies and medals, obviously for gymnastics (although from the figurine it could be dance or something.) "You're pretty good, huh?"

"I guess," she shrugged, finally standing up and stretching out one of her legs.

I tried to figure out a way to change the subject. If only conversations were like message boards, where you could just find the topic you wanted and talk about it and not worry about anything else. Life would be a lot easier if everyone communicated through message boards.

"So where's Charlie?"

"He's at work." Alicia leaned back and smiled coyly at me. "You know, if you wanna fuck me, that's fine. As you can probably tell, we have an open realtionship."

"No thank you. I mean, uh, it would be great, but I actually wanted to talk to you... about your relationship with Charlie. Yeah."

Alicia looked curious. "Oh yeah?"

"Look, it's just that... well, I was talking to May, and she said that, well, you two were related." I gulped, waiting for the wrath. Or sadness. Or some emotional response which I would doubtlessly be unpreparedto deal with.

"Yeah. He's my brother," she said nonchalantly.

"And... you're okay with that?"

"Of course. I love him — not like family, but romantically. I don't really see anything wrong with that."

"Oh, neither do I!" I said defensively. I wasn't really thinking about it, I just didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Which would actually be the right idea, but not the idea I wanted to give her. Which was that I didn't see anything wrong with incest. "But... normally, with these type of things, it's really creepy. I was just trying to make sure that it wasn't... you know..."

"Rape? Abuse? Jerry Springer family values?" Alicia laughed. I wondered if she was really as casual about the subject as she was acting. "Nah, nothing like that. I actually tried to seduce him back when I was thirteen, but he laughed it off. Took me a couple years until I convinced him I really meant it."

I tried to picture Alicia seducing someone, lik eyou see in the movies, and had to fight the urge to laugh. It just didn't suit her. Not that she wasn't sexy — she was just really up-front and casual about it.

"Why? I mean, you're a cute girl, and there are plenty of guys who would go out with you, but you're kind of shut in here..." I trailed off. My sixth sense for "saying something unintentionally insulting and/or inappropriate" had kicked in.

A flash of anger crossed Alicia's face, but she sighed and it vanished, much to my relief. "I don't want to go out with other guys, though. Fuck them sure, to get some variety. Hell, if there was someone else who interested me, maybe we could work something out. But the fact is that all the guys at my school are assholes, and the guys in the group are just friends. Charlie was the only one who cared about me, the only one taking care of me for so many years... I fell in love with him. I couldn't help it."

Her voice was soft and very emotional, and neither of us spoke for a moment. "So does everyone know about it? I mean, of the group?"

"Most of them do. Everyone who lives here at least. They've all probably done weirder crap in the bedroom, so they can't exactly complain."

"I suppose. I mean, as long as you don't have kids..."

Alicia laughed. "Oh don't worry. If I ever go crazy and want to have brats running around, I'll use a donor. I'm sure there are some willing guys around here." She winked back at me. "Speaking of sperm... now that you're sure I'm not a drugged-up rape victim and all, you wanna fuck."

"What happened to exercise?"

"Hey, I gotta get stretched out one way or another." She giggled and sauntered over to me before dropping right into my lap. Leaning back, Alicia nuzzled my neck, leaving a ghostly sensation of wet heat across it. She ground her ass into my crotch, and if I wasn't hard before then I certainly was now.

I reached around and took a firm hold of her petite body. One hand latched onto her small but perky breasts while the other slid between her naked legs and gripped her lightly thatched pussy. She oohed and ground down harder on my stiff cock. Considerately, I slowly slid a finger into her snatch, causing Alicia to gasp. "Oh yeah James, feel that hot, wet cunt. It's just waiting for your cock."

I sawed my fingers in and out of her slit, feeling the heat and the warmth she talked about. She purred and tossed my shirt over head, manically pulling my pants down to my ankles. My dick popped out eagerly. Alicia dropped down between my legs, forcing me to let go of my pleasant grip.

She grinned, staring at my package eyes-to balls. She reached out her tongue to slowly lick my shaft, talking while she did so. Her voice was simple and childlike, but somehow seductive. "Well hello there, Little James. Wow, I don't remember you being this big? What's that? You want to play with Little Alicia? Well then, go right ahead. You two can play for as long as you want... ge as hot and sticky as you want... but go easy on her, will you? She's only a little pussy and you're a great big cock."

"Oh fuck..." Okay, maybe I can't talk dirty like she can.

She didn't seem to mind, though. Alicia turned around and bent over, offering me her engorged pussy. "Little Alicia is right here, waiting to play. And by play I mean fuck."

I followed orders and stood up, quickly aligning my cock with her pussy and thrusting in as hard as I could. It had been only a couple of days since I had last been inside a pussy, but it felt like far too long.