White Lotus - a deleted scene

A note to readers: although this is very clearly a bit of White Lotus fan fiction, I thought its taboo nature would take priority - and so I've submitted it here in the taboo/incest category.

Hope it sparks some joy.

Comments, critiques, connections always welcome.

Thanks - GuiltyCowboy

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The third season of 'White Lotus', set in Thailand, originally had a scene that would have been of particular interest to the readers of this forum, I believe. Although they shot scene, it did not, sadly, make it into the final cut of the show.

It was a scene that concerned the Ratliff family - the family from North Carolina, the one with the three adult siblings: Piper and her brothers Lochlan and Saxon. I think it's worth sharing the content of this scene and so I've put a detailed description of it below including, for context, the scene that preceded it. This preceding scene did in fact make it into the final cut.

First scene:

Lochlan Ratcliff wades through the water towards the two hammocks that have been strung up a short distance off shore - and where his older sister Piper is now relaxing alone. It's a secluded spot, down the far end of the hotel's beach. Perhaps this will be the moment to broach the subject, he thinks. He just hopes Piper is in the right frame of mind. How can she not be though? The sun's shining; the water's like gin; she must be feeling cute in that slinky orange bathing suit - the one he helped her pick out back in Durham, the one he'd said offset her blue eyes so nicely.

"Hey," she says as he approaches.

"Hey!"

She has one arm behind her head. Star-studded earrings. A relaxed smile. Her nipples make themselves visible through the wet fabric of her top. He lifts himself onto the spare hammock.

An easy silence passes between brother and sister. He puts his arms behind his head too. And he too is wearing orange, though of a darker hue. He lies opposite to her, so they face each other. A sibling yin and yang.

"Did you meditate in the tank?" she asks.

Lochlan twists his lips in his usual way. Shakes his head. And Piper turns her head away from him.

"I did try to pray," he ventures. That brings her back; she smiles at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How'd it go?"

Lochlan looks up at the sky to show he's not fixated on her nipples. "I felt like I was just talking to myself."

"Hmmm - you never feel, like, a presence or anything?"

She lifts herself onto her elbows. He shakes his head wordlessly.

"I do," she says and lies back down. Her slender arm slips behind her head once more; her skin is smooth, hairless.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smiles, and now he sits up himself.

"Don't you think, like, that could just be wishful thinking? Like, you want to feel something, so you -"

"It's real," she interrupts.

He gives it up. Relaxes. She breathes deeply and her chest swells, pushing up to the cloudless sky.

Should he just blurt it out? Build up to it? Maybe provoke her a little to see...

"Saxon says you've never had sex," he says.

She opens her eyes. Keeps her head still and stares straight ahead. Is my little brother asking me about my sex life? Are my brothers really talking about my sexual experience when they're alone?

She's not sure how to take this. What exactly does Lochlan want?

She scoffs. "Okay - and how would he know that? He doesn't know what I do."

Lochlan hasn't thought how to handle the follow up.

"Also, why would he say that," she continues, "like - like, why would that even come up? Like in what context?"

This isn't going as he intended.

"Well, he was just saying it's like - it's weird because you're so hot but you've never had sex. It's like a compliment about you."

She looks away. Her nipples tighten again, cooled by the water, warmed by the sun. She's embarrassed, angry. "What the -," she mouths, her eyes finding the horizon.

"Please don't bring it up," he pleads.

"He shouldn't be talking about me like that," she says, her voice getting louder. Lochlan notices she didn't say 'you shouldn't'; she definitely said 'he shouldn't'.

"It's not that bad. It's not a big deal".

"Okay, well, he should mind his own business... freak."

Lochlan likes how he's made her feel. He always likes playing on the edge with Piper. He knows she likes it too.

"Have you though?" Lochlan says after a beat.

"Really?" she retorts.

"It was just a question." It was just a way of putting the thought into your head, is what he was actually thinking.

"Seriously?" she says finally and rolls off the hammock into the sea, offering a view of her backside to him. Lochlan catches a glimpse of her upper thighs. They're so tan, so slim, he thinks. She is hot.

"Ugh," she says as she swims away, unsettled at the conversation. She's irritated at Saxon of course. She'd hate to share anything with him. Having any kind of discussion about sex with Lochlan, though, is more complex. As she swims back to shore, she tries to understand the feelings she's having. Why is her heart racing? Why is she feeling so off kilter all of sudden? Her sensations heightened?

Lochlan slaps the water in disappointment. Did I screw that up? Was her reaction just part of the process?

He lies back in the hammock, tries to relax, stares at the sky - and wonders if anyone on shore would be able to see if he masturbated.

*****

Second scene (deleted):

Later that day, towards the end of the afternoon, Piper sits on the grey sofa in their suite, her book in her lap, her legs tucked beneath her. She wears a white linen dress with a navy trim and spaghetti straps; she knows it accentuates the depth of her tan. After the rain shower, she feels so clean, so fresh. More than that, she feels composed.

Lochlan sits opposite, scrolling on his iPad. He's really turned a corner in the last year, she thinks. He's filled out but has avoided that awful puffiness of the gym narcissist. He's more centered. His forearms are thicker. And yet he still has that boyish charm in his face. Why did he have to ask her if she'd ever had sex?

"I have, you know."

Lochlan looks up. He's never slow to pay attention to her.

"Three times. Three different guys."

Ah. He nods, catching on. "Was it good? I mean, did you like it?"

She looks out the window, scrunches her face. "I didn't not like it. But it wasn't good."

Lochlan gazes at her profile. He's always liked the nape of her neck; he likes it when she puts her hair up. It strikes him that he'll probably remember this image of her for the rest of his life - hair up, white linen dress, in profile against a tropical sky, a truly gorgeous girl, slender and tan. He wonders if the linen feels good against her nipples.

"Can I ask you something, Piper? Did the guys go down on you first?"

Her mouth falls open, she raises her eyebrows. "Ummm..."

"Because I would," Lochlan quickly interjects, "that's what I'd do. So I was wondering."

"You'd go down on me?" Piper asks, staring at him, eyebrows still raised. Her tan reddens visibly.

"Well, that's not what - um..."

"I actually had that thought one time, with one of the guys. It just -"

"I wasn't saying - wait, you thought of me going down on you? Is that what you said?"

Piper is stunned. The room suddenly feels incredibly silent. Silent like thunder.

She tries to not blush. She swallows. She doesn't know what to do except just look at him. Her expression is almost blank but her mind is racing: what the hell just happened? What did she just say? What did he just say?

Eventually time moves forward again when Lochlan smiles a small smile. "Was I any good?"

Her blood is still pounding in her ears though. She must be bright red, she thinks. He must be able to see.

She should end this conversation. This mustn't continue. Shut the door. Don't walk through it. But why is the door even open? Who opened it? Why isn't it shut?

Lochlan puts his iPad down and gets up. And it's unmistakable to Piper. Her heart leaps into her mouth. He's getting an erection. Or is that just the cut of his shorts? What am I even thinking? Don't look, don't look, she tells herself.

To Lochlan, she still looks beautifully composed. His beautiful older sister in a white linen dress. All clean and tan. Her nape exposed.

Lochlan comes over and sits next to her on the sofa. "You can tell me. It's ok. Was I any good? I'd like to know."

Piper looks her brother in the eye. She presses her lips together. And swallows again. The silence can't be lasting more than a handful of seconds so why does it feel like a week? She has no idea what to say. She can't say that, yes, he was good and the thought of it had nearly made her cum. What could she possibly say?

"Did I make you wet?" he says at last. He looks down at his own crotch briefly.

A month goes by.

"Are you wet now?" she hears him say and he lifts his head and looks her straight in the eye.

Close the door. Close the door. Don't walk through it. "Lochlan, mom will be back from the spa any second."

"That doesn't answer my question," he replies quickly.

And he takes her hand in his - eyes still locked - and pulls it across to him and she doesn't pull back. He lets her hand graze his crotch, ever so lightly, as if not at all. Did I just touch my brother's penis, she thinks. It felt stiff, I just touched my brother's stiff penis. And then he lets her hand fall back into her own lap.

He then gets down on his knees before her. "I think you might be," he says.

He doesn't break eye contact as he puts his hands on her calves. He drags his fingers up her leg, and under the skirt of her dress. He pushes them over her knees, up onto her upper thighs, and up at last to the band of her panties. What world is this, she thinks? And then takes a deep intake of breath as he pulls them down abruptly and she feels the room's cool air on her vulva.

He pulls her underwear quickly down over her knees and past her ankles and off. He does it without any wavering; there can be no hesitations, no thinking.

And then he starts to push the skirt of her dress up. And up. Oh god, she thinks. He exposes her knees. But he doesn't stop there. Slowly her thighs too are exposed, so beautifully brown and slender, he thinks again. He continues on, pushing back her white linen dress, revealing more and more, an indecent length of her legs exposed - until the white fabric glides over the very tops of her thighs to reveal at last a perfect brunette isosceles between her legs.

She sees Lochlan's boyish, shy smile between her knees and then she sees it disappear under his curls as he puts his face down. And she feels his breath where his fingers had been moments earlier: her knees, her upper thigh, her inner thigh and then where she had once only imagined feeling it - his breath on her pussy. The sensation - the concept - blows her mind.

Suddenly, without warning, Lochlan's wet tongue slips between her outer labia and up and over her clitoris. Oh my fucking god, she thinks, and her eyes roll back in her head: her little brother has just licked her pussy.

"You are very, very wet," she hears him say. He puts his hand up and onto her chest and pushes her down onto the sofa. She acquiesces, lies back. The ceiling fan gyrates slowly above her. And his tongue slips repeatedly between her lips, softly introducing itself to her clitoris each time.

He puts his thumb at the entrance to her vagina, a welcome stranger loitering on the threshold - not quite ever coming in but always there. She opens her legs wider.

And now the two of them are no longer in Thailand. No longer in the suite even. They are only and entirely between Piper's legs. That's all that existed for them in that moment. Flick, flick, lick, lick. Flick, flick, lick, lick. Over and over. His thumb gyrating in the same slow rhythm as the fan.

Lochlan felt her hips start to move up and down. She lifted herself up into his face. She couldn't help it. And he just wasn't stopping: he went on and on and on at her clitoris. She couldn't fathom that anything could feel so good. Why had they never done this before?

She hooks her right leg over his shoulder, its bare heel pushing into the muscles on his back, her left leg splayed as wide as she can push it on the sofa...

The soft afternoon sun fills the room.

And then suddenly - suddenly but certainly - the door to the suite opens and Piper turns her head towards it and their mother walks in with Pam, the hotel's health mentor.

The two women stop dead in the doorway.

Their mother's head just sort of bobbles for a moment, her mouth open, her arm half raised as if it's forgotten the meaning of its own gesture.

What gesture should a mother make, though, when she sees her own son's face buried deep between her daughter's legs?

Piper tries to pull away but Lochlan won't have it; she couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to.

"Kids?", Victoria manages at last.

Piper can't turn her head away from mother, can't stop taking in the expression on her face. And yet Lochlan continues on as before, as if the world has not just fallen off its axis. And so the same bliss continues building in Piper. Now mixed with panic. Bliss and panic. Flick, flick, lick, lick.

"Mom, it's -," a wave of pleasure spreads suddenly from her loins, "- oh god." She has to take in some air, to breathe. "Mom, it's not... mommy, it's -"

And then Pam steps forward, finishing Piper's sentence: " - it's - it's good actually. Yes, this is good." And Pam turns her head to Victoria, reaching her hand towards her, palm down.

Victoria's eyes wander from the sight of her children in flagrante to the round-faced health mentor in a beige uniform.

"Yes, if I may..." continues Pam, steadily and surely, "... this is in fact good. Lochlan is helping Piper open her up energy centers. This is a really important step."

"But -" offers Victoria.

"No, no, we mustn't judge. The universe works in mysterious ways, Victoria. It's not for us to... um... to interfere. Our job right now is simply to accept the universe. To let it in. To be open."

"As open as Piper's legs?" Victoria drawls plaintively.

"Well, um, yes - quite." And Pam gives one of her little laughs.

"Really?"

Pam swivels to face the youngsters on the sofa. "Piper, is Lochlan making you feel good?" she asks.

Piper can't believe what is happening. Is she supposed to engage? Is this really going to become a conversation?

"Piper?" says her mom. "Answer Pam. Is he?"

Why is her mother nodding her head now? She must have taken another lorazepam, thinks Piper. And then the brattish little thought pops into her head: she should just get Lochlan to lick her pussy - all her anxiety would just drain away.

"Is Lochlan opening up your energy centers?" insists her mother.

"Mom - it's -"

... and that's the moment the stranger finally crosses the threshold: Lochlan pushes his thumb up inside her and Piper lets out a sharp, warbling cry. She simply couldn't stop herself. She'd lost control. Having her brother's thumb in her vagina banishes any last reserve of Piper's brattishness. It's just too pure. Too simple. Too good. She lifts her hips into his face again.

"I guess that's a yes, Pam," her mother drawls again.

Piper has a kind of grimace now. As if the pleasure is becoming too much. As if she's toiling with an incomprehensible force. Confused as to where she's being taken.

And it was in this moment that Piper felt something she had never felt before. She felt utterly, unequivocally free. It was undeniable to her. To be with her younger brother, and to be naked from the waist down and have her legs wide open, and to be in public, with her mad, caring mother, and to feel such unabashed lust and to lose control, and yet also be talking openly, generously... she was, for the very first time, completely free and completely herself. This is who she was.

"Victoria, why don't you take Piper in your arms?" the health mentor suggests and gestures their mother towards the sofa.

Victoria smiles vaguely, hesitates for a moment and then, as if in a dream, she walks across the suite towards her children. She lifts Piper up onto her elbows and positions herself behind her.

Pam smiles at she takes in the scene: Piper cradled in her mother's lap as her brother's tongue licks insistently at her clitoris. Victoria strokes her daughter's hair. The ceiling fan gyrates.

Pam moves further into the room now, perching, never sitting on a chair at the edge of the room. And Victoria slips the straps off Piper's shoulders. She pushes the linen dress down to uncover Piper's firm, high breasts. Were my breasts ever as good as these, she wonders to herself. What beautiful skin she has. Her nipples are like two little pink stones on a perfect beach.

She takes Lochlan's spare hand and lifts it onto Piper's left breast.

"Don't pinch, Lochy. Don't grab. Just feel her," Victoria instructs. And his hand searches across Piper's chest.

And then Lochlan looks up. He wants to see Piper's breasts. He's always wanted to seem them. For years. And now he can.

"Wipe your chin, Lochy,' his mother says, smiling.

He can't believe he's looking at his sister's breasts. They're perfect. They're so - he can't find the words inside him. There is just something about seeing them at last: their flawless symmetry, the genius of their shape, their youth, their ripeness, their beauty. It's such a strong feeling for him. His penis is as taut as it's possible to be.

He stands up. Piper thinks she would usually be desperate to close her legs. But she's not. She's happy to let her brother see her. To stay splayed. She's happy too to see him stand before her with his penis so proud, the fabric of his shorts pushing his erection off to the left. Lochlan notices a darkened patch on the mid-grey sofa, right between her legs.

"I think we know what you want!" says Victoria. "And that's ok, Lochlan, that's ok."

He pulls down his shorts and it forces his erection down and out awkwardly, until he flips the waistband over its head and his penis springs back up surprisingly forcefully. It's not as handsome as her father's, Piper immediately thinks; she'd seen her father's just the day before, in fact, and though she turned away in embarrassment, she'd seen enough to see it was straight and solid. Like father, like penis: conservative. It was almost like a CGI penis. Lochlan's had more character though, more charm somehow. It was funny to her that Lochlan's was younger but also a touch longer, like the rest of his body.

A bead of clear precum had grown too large at his tip - and was now starting to flow off his glans. Their mother reached forward over Piper and put her finger to it. When she withdrew her finger, she brought it to Piper's mouth - and delicately wiped its gloss on her upper lip.

Victoria reached forward again and repeated the gesture, this time reaching lower down her son's penis to where the pre-cum had dripped, this time putting her finger to her own lips. She brushed her son's fluid on her lower lip before putting the finger onto her tongue. More precum appeared at his tip, quickly streaming down.

"Now, Lochlan, you're going to lie down here, ok" his mother said to him and patted the sofa beside her. "And Piper, you're going to go on top."

As Lochlan arranges himself, Piper unzips her dress and steps out of it. She's now completely naked, standing in the middle of the room - and extremely excited that she's about to fuck her little brother. She grabs at her brother's t-shirt and helps him pull it over his head. She quickly puts her hands over his torso as soon as it's bare.

Piper straddles him, delicately lifting his cock in her hand. And as she goes to lower herself onto his cock, she decides to tease him briefly and pulls up just as his tip touches her pussy. He has the exact same thought though and he too pulls himself away. This unbalances her for a second, and they both awkwardly lose control of their movements, she collapsing down on him just as he then thrusts himself back up and suddenly - far more suddenly than she had expected - she has her brother's penis deep inside her.

The sheer intensity and abruptness of the penetration makes Piper emit another short, warbling cry just as it makes Lochlan breathe a hard, short breath of astonishment. They are both hit with overwhelming pleasure: she doubles over in shock and he tenses his core and jack-knifes up, their faces thrown together, mouths agape, another sibling yin and yang. And for the first time they kiss, a totally instinctive kiss. Piper thrusting her tongue deep into her brother's open mouth just as he has thrust his penis deep inside her.

And now it is his turn to lift his hips into her, desperate to be in her more, to give his cock to her. And she rides her hips back and forth on him. She is so wet, so aroused, that she quickly finds a rhythm, giving him everything she has.

Piper puts her palms down his chest. It's so solid. So wide. She bucks her hips with more confidence now - rutting with him like a complete natural. Pressing down on him with all her soul.

Victoria sits back on the sofa opposite and takes in the vision. The afternoon's golden light illuminates her daughter. The pale skin of her breasts seems to glow, the blue in her eyes is more distinct, her face is flushed. A gorgeous young woman in all her glory.

"Easy, tiger," says her mother all of a sudden, breaking the spell, "I know it's fun but, you know... a little decorum, honey."

"Wha-?" Piper says, incredulous.

"Don't wear him out, is what I'm saying. Maybe Lochlan needs a little break, you know."

"What! I don't want to stop. My clit feels so fucking good, mom. Why am I stopping?!"

"Yeah, mom, it's fine. I'm good," said Lochlan.

"Okay... okay... if you must..." and Victoria turns to Pam and raises her eyebrows as if to say 'siblings! what can you do?'

Lochlan sits up on the sofa now, his feet on the floor, and Piper swings herself around on him and quickly returns to humping. "Oh, my god!" she says through gritted teeth before letting out an intense, shortened breath. She curls her lip and tries to ride him harder. Trying to rub her clit on him. A strand of hair loosens and falls into Lochlan's face. He lets it trail into his mouth and starts sucking on it. His hands are on her hips, encouraging her up and down.

"Oh my god," Piper says again.

Pam turns to their mother with a big smile. "That's good. You're doing it right. Well done, Piper."

""Hold that posture, Lochlan, don't hunch those shoulders," Victoria adds, before addressing Pam. "Is that an Australian accent?"

"New Zealand, actually."

But the siblings don't hear them. They are in their own private world. They focus deeply on each other's eyes as Piper desperately shoves her hips back and forth on him. "Are you going to cum?" she says between breaths.

"No, not yet"

"Can I cum? Can I cum on your cock?'

"Sure."

"Touch my breasts"

"What?'

"I said touch my breasts. Touch them"

She couldn't believe this was finally happening. She was going to have an orgasm, she could feel it building. Maybe it was because she was finally relaxed, because she was in a place that just felt right to her. Or maybe it was because it was her brother's cock. She felt uninhibited in a way that she'd never felt with any of those smirking boys at college. Sad, lanky boys who always behaved selfishly in the end. She felt free with Lochlan. Free to rub her pussy on him as wildly as she wanted. Free to show her reddened face as she panted and lusted. Free to push out her tits towards him. She felt safe with him.

Lochlan lifted his hands from her hips and gently held his sister's breasts. They were so light. He'd never felt anything like them. He let her nipples graze the center of each palm. She leaned her chest into his hands.

Victoria had unbuttoned her linen shirt and had discreetly slipped her right hand onto her own left breast. She cupped it, allowed a finger to brush its nipple. She wouldn't pinch it yet. Just brush it lightly, once or twice. That would be enough. Maybe she'd let herself pinch it when Piper reached her orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," Piper announced. And then again: "I'm going to cum," she repeated.

Then she put her head down and said it again but with a growl. Her whole body moved in perfect rhythm with her brother. She took one of Lochlan's hands and placed it on her bum. Then she threw her head back and yet out another short wavering cry. It was a cry of astonishment, wonder almost.

"Oh mommy, I'm cumming... I'm cumming...," she said at last, drawing out the second 'cumming' until it became just a long unintelligible sound. And though the sound might have become unintelligible, it was full of meaning for the three others who watched her in this moment: they were watching Piper having her first orgasm. She gripped her brother's shoulders as hard as she could and stopped bucking. More strands of hair fell onto her face. She fell forward onto her brother, her back coiling as much as it could. She pressed her clit against him, she pressed her breasts forward, pushing into his hand. A long feminine moan emanated from deep within their sibling flesh. Piper's whole body was clenched over him. Her haunches rippled. She orgasmed onto his cock.

Victoria could see Lochlan's balls hanging down under his sister's bum. They glistened with his sister's wetness.

She pinched her hardened nipple now. And let out a private little gasp.

"We're a decent family," she said out loud, her voice thick with the American South.

Piper and Lochlan were a ball of tangled legs and arms and hair and sweat. They had their own private sibling world as Piper's hair made a curtain around Lochlan's face, her breathing still deep but slowly coming back to a steady equilibrium.

"Would you like to cum too?" she said between breaths, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah, sure," he said quietly.

"Where would you like to cum? Would you like to cum between my legs?"

"I dunno. Sure, I guess."

And then Pat's voice broke in: "If I... um... if I may..." she inserted without trying to insert herself. "There's an ancient Thai tradition called 'Ni man reung ray sara'. Perhaps you'd like to experience it. It's great for your karma, I have to say. It's... uh... it's when a young lady coaxes a gentleman's seed into her mouth."

Her voice always went up at the end of her sentences, as if she was permanently questioning what she herself had just said.

"'Ni man reung ray sara'...," said Victoria, turning the words over in her mouth. "... huh... really?"

"Well, no - not really - sorry. I just made that up. 'Ni man reung ray sara' actually means 'this is bullshit'. I just think it would be incredibly hot if the young lady did, in fact, welcome her brother's seed into her mouth. Just my opinion." She looked at the young couple with her stiff little smile, her face shining with its usual sheen. "I do think it would be good karma though."

"What do you think, Piper?' drawled Victoria. "You fancy a mouthful of karma?"

Piper looked down at her brother. There was a deep, trusting affection as they looked into each other's eyes. Moments ago, Piper's vagina had been gripping his cock tightly, her whole body tensed, and now her body was so gentle, so soft, he thought. He, however, was still fully stiff, his balls still heavy with cum. He thought to himself that there was some ineffable quality about being inside his sister's pussy: it just felt right. It was where he was supposed to be. And he could see genuine happiness in Piper's eyes. "If you'd like to ejaculate in my mouth, I'd like you to," whispered Piper. "It's ok."

Lochlan smiled his furtive little smile. "If it's good for karma."

"I'd certainly take the image back with me to my room tonight," Pat called out a little louder than she'd intended - before she realized she'd gone too far again. She instinctively tried to sit backwards and smiled again as she did so.

"How exactly do we do this?" asked Lochlan.

Piper slipped onto her knees and pulled Lochlan up from the sofa. He stood before her and she took him straight into her mouth without a second thought.

It was an extraordinary sensation to be suddenly inside his older sister's mouth. It was indescribable. The intimacy of him filling her mouth with his penis, her feeling his glans with her tongue, keeping it wet with her spit. He could barely believe it. She was so gorgeous - so slim, lithe, beautiful - and she was sucking on his cock.

The only noise he made was a sort of breath-pant - a 'hah' sound - escalating slowly into an ever higher pitch. The only thing he was aware of was Piper's mouth polishing the head of penis with an incredible insistence. That and the occasional sound, of muffled breath and wetness. She looked up at him - eye to eye again. A sister with her younger brother's penis in her mouth. Willing him to let go. To give it to her. To trust her mouth with his sperm.

The trust was there. The intense warmth of her mouth on his glans was there too. She smiled and saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth. He liked the creases around her eyes when she smiled. Saliva dripped down onto her right breast.

Lochlan smiled back at her. He and she would share this experience forever, the experience of her tongue flicking repeatedly at his frenulum before she had to swallow - there was so much wetness in her mouth, her saliva and his pre-cum. She tucked her hair behind her ear. And bent her head over him again.

This was it, thought Lochlan. He wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. Her head was bobbing up and down now. The energy was extraordinary. Her commitment to this moment was intense. Only a sister would give herself like that, with that kind of energy. He would soon feel the familiar warmth building in the head of his cock, spreading like a hot wave into his scrotum. His balls would tighten. Hah, he said again. Hah.

Victoria and Pam glanced at each other.

Lochlan reached for Piper's hands. She gripped them immediately. Fingers interlaced with fingers.

Piper looked up at him once more and pulled her head away from his penis. It brushed her cheek and pushed against her nose, leaving a shiny little smear.

"You can let it go."

"Yup," he said.

And she pushed her mouth back down onto his penis, her brow knitting into two little lines in concentration. She couldn't wait for him to lose control, to finally release himself. She wanted to make him feel what she had felt. She wanted to give him that. She gripped the base of Lochlan's cock so she could hold him still and really put some sucking pressure onto its head. Hah, she heard him say again.

Lochlan leaned over his sister. The call of the Asian Koel could be heard in the distance. The sun streamed into the suite.

And then Lochlan's balls lifted themselves up high and his whole body shuddered. He whinnied. And thrust his hips forward.

Piper took the first two spurts in her mouth but she was then overwhelmed. She'd never done this before. She instinctively pulled away and turned her head, still holding her brother's cock at it's base with her left hand. A thick, white mess seeped from her mouth and tipped over her bottom lip - just as two more spurts quickly gushed from his penis, hitting first her cheek and then the hand she had held up to catch the cum from her mouth. Gamely, she put her head back over his penis and opened her mouth to receive the remaining spurts. Pat saw Lochlan's sperm shoot up, hitting Piper's upper teeth, before her mouth enclosed his head completely. She held herself still and just let him unload what was left in his balls.

And for a moment, they held that pose: Lochlan with his arms limp by his side, his back a little slumped, and Piper before him, on her knees, legs a little apart, with his penis extending out horizontally towards her face and into her mouth. He shuddered once more. His balls relaxed.

Piper tried to focus on the sensation of her brother's sperm: its taste and smell, its unctuous saltiness in her mouth, the sensation of it on her face, between her fingers, and the way it was slipping down her cheek and dangling from her chin. It felt like hot liquid silk.

She had cum on his cock and now she had made his cock cum on her. Piper and Lochlan were ecstatic. They drank each other in. Eyes blazing in joy. And then the siblings collapsed onto the sofa together, side by side, smiling, wiping away his cum, kissing. Taking each other's faces in their hands, wrapping their legs together.

It was a moment of unadulterated connection between one human and another.

It was also the precise moment that their older brother Saxon stumbles through the door to their suite. "Where's the fucking blender," he mumbles to himself.

He has fallen asleep by the pool and his entire body is now horribly, painfully red with sunburn - except for a perfect white rectangle in the center of his torso where his ipad had been resting. He's still too sleepy to have noticed.

Piper and Lochlan have leapt to their feet. And the sight of Piper and Lochlan standing naked together in the center of the suite brings Saxon's focus back. He peers at his sister: "Wait, is that... is that cum hanging from your face?" And his face slowly cracks into a wide, wild grin.

Lochlan's penis is leaning out at its incongruous horizontal, a thin globule of sperm extending down from its extremity.

"Oh my god!" he says. "You didn't?!".

"What?" Piper replies defiantly.

Lochlan shrugs as if to say 'whatever'.

"Now, Saxon, don't be upset. You'll have your turn," says Victoria, buttoning up her shirt front.

"Mom! Ugh - no! He won't!" retorts Piper, her younger brother's sperm finally dropping off her chin and onto her left breast.

"Awesome! I need to get a piece of this action," Saxon says as he hastily steps out of his swimming trunks. "Lochy, you dirty dog! I'm proud of you, bud."

Both Piper and Lochlan are taken aback at what they see. Piper grimaces.

"Erm... Mom - why's his penis so...? Is that normal?"

But before she can answer, the door to the suite is slammed open again. And their father stamps through the door.

The look on his face suggests he's just seen the gates the hell. He stops in the middle of the room, completely oblivious to Piper's nudity and the perfect isosceles between her legs, to Lochlan's drooping penis, to the whole scene before him. There's a large sweat patch down the back of his lilac linen shirt.

He puts one hand on his hip. His lips purse. He nods his head in short, angry nods.

"What's the matter, honey?" says Victoria. "Timothy? What is it?"

"What's the matter?" he snarls. "What's the matter? We're not rich anymore and Daddy's going to prison. That's the fucking matter."

Cue the usual soundtrack:... doo-doo-du-du...

And Pat can be seen retreating from the room, walking backwards through the open door, hands clasped together in prayer, head bowed. "Ni man reung ray sara", she intones solemnly in her New Zealand accent, "Ni man reung ray sara."