Southern Cumfort Pt. 04

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

Flora was grumpy the day that Louise and I headed out. Aunt Maggie and Glad were coming out the next day, so she would have some time alone at home. The morning she found this out, she wasn't nearly as sanguine about me leaving as she had been. Her face was twisted up and got glassy eyed when she told me, and fucking her didn't placate her.

Her demeanor certainly didn't put a damper on our fucking. Multiple times a day I would cum inside her. We would scream and twitch and sweat together. It would be in her pussy or mouth. Flora had increasingly hinted that she wanted it in her ass. Each time I was behind her I would finger her butt. Now that we did it with lube, I could make her have an anal orgasm every time. I had never heard of it before her and thought maybe she was imagining it, as absurd as that sounds. So I looked it up. But apparently anal orgasms a thing. I wouldn't have known. The one time had fucked a girl in the ass, she clearly wasn't enjoying it. Likewise, I had never received. God forbid.

But when I came in her pussy, she licked my cock clean like a good girl every time. She was hungry for my cum and always wanted it inside her. By the day Louise and I were ready to go, I had fucked Flora more times than I had fucked any other girl. Except Glad. Shit. Glad coming after I was gone was a small mercy, but I was afraid of what it would be like when Louise and I came back. We hadn't spoken since she had been taken home after our taboo relationship. We never thought it would get out. In hindsight, we were fools. If I hadn't confessed to Dad...

Flora wasn't just a fuck toy for me. Sure, she was a little slut, but it was an act of devotion. Being a dirty slut to her meant being willing to do anything, but only for me. When we had started she was tepid about being called a slut, but by this time she had leaned into it. She liked "sister slut" even better. Even with all that perversion, our relationship was wholesome. I watched Steven Universe and Adventure Time with her, never letting on that I didn't care for either. I let her in my bed when there was more thunder. Of course we would fuck every time she did. But I listened to her drama with her friends online, her fanfic ideas, and her little insecurities that she couldn't tell anyone else. Not that it bothered me. Taking care of her was a pleasure, and it was simple, since it was what I did before I left.

She was an afterthought with Mom and Dad, an "oops baby." What a shitty way of saying unwanted and unloved. Louise could be married off to another trainwreck rich family, just like a fairy tale. I was there to follow in Dad's footsteps. Flora was... extra, in both senses of the word. She was unneeded, but also more emotional, more needy, than the rest of us. Not like Mom and Dad cared.

The morning of that day, I surprised her by getting in bed with her and cuddling. Of course getting close to her could only end one way, and soon I was pulling her panties, the cute ones with manga-style capybaras, over her fat ass and breathing in her exquisite, overnight aroma. Then pounding my cock into her, making her wail and leak. I left her sweat soaked and oozing with my jizz.

A few nights before, I was in the garage, checking up on the cars with Louise. Louise had insisted that we take the cheapest car we owned, a BMW luxury sedan. She was there with me even though she knew nothing about cars. The hood was popped and I was checking every detail I knew how to check. Truly Byron kept them in top shape, and took them to our mechanic regularly, so even the smallest problem would be an anomaly. He came out to the garage while we were there, and stopped short at the stairs leading down from the entrance. "Hello there, Mr. Trip, Miss Louise." Though Louise was never rude or hostile to them, much of the help didn't like her because her escapades made their jobs harder. I never mentioned how much Mr. Bertrand, our attorney, despised her. Byron clearly had more to say, and the way he was eyeing Louise, I knew it wasn't for her ears. He watched us for a moment and left.

I caught up with him a few hours later in the same garage. "You good, Byron?" I asked him. The glowing foot of the cigar illuminated his dark face and the bill of his newsboy cap.

"I reckon I'm doing as good as can be expected, Mr. Trip," he smiled, smoke trailing from his mouth.

"But?"

"Mr. Trip, I will try to say this to you as delicately as I can. I'm concerned about your outing with Miss Louise."

"Come on, Byron. We'll be fine. I appreciate you thinking of us, though," I added hastily.

"Who's gonna drive?" He asked. Byron would never have questioned something like this with Mom or Dad. It took a lot of trust to pierce his sense of etiquette.

"I haven't thought of it. This is Louse's show, so I guess she will."

"Sir, Miss Louise has three DUIs. I have no concerns about a Tremblay dealing with the law, but I don't want you to put yourself in danger. She's no cautious driver even when she's sober, if you'll forgive me for saying. Atlanta is just six hours from here, it's a simple matter for me to drive you and return." His eyes shined with concern, magnified by his glasses.

I knew twelve hours of driving would be uncomfortable for Byron. He wasn't as young as he used to be. His pride wouldn't let anyone tell him that, though. "We want the car for the time we're there."

"That's no problem at all, Mr. Trip. I can take a rental car back and return for you," he said. I wished he would just leave it alone, but I wouldn't order him to do anything. I wasn't Dad.

I sighed, "No offense, Byron, but we want some privacy."

"All our cars have partitions Mr. Trip," and you know that was left unsaid. "I don't need to see or hear anything." God, the things the household staff of rich ghouls like us must see. Anyone who grew up with money knows that discretion is at the top of the list for men like Byron, even above his skill as a driver.

"Byron..." I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice.

"Mr. Trip, the choice is yours, of course." There was more unsaid you'd be a fool not to listen to me.

In the end it was Louise and I, without Byron, who ended up making the trip. That morning, we showed our cosplay to Flora. The spiky blonde wig was itchy and the sword was absurdly awkward, even made of foam. We were in Louise's room and it took a while to put on. She was quite tickled. "You look so handsome, Trip," she squealed.

"And I look like shit?" Louise snarked.

"Sorry, Louise, you look-" I cut her off like always, slapping her jiggling ass. She yelped. "I mean," her breath was hard, "You look great too. It's a really good likeness." She looked up at me with a weak smile.

Louise had started to roll her eyes, but they went wide and suspicious when I spanked Flora. "I hope you guys have fun, sorry if I was mean-"

Another spank on her butt. "Possum, stop. Don't worry about it."

"But you'll text me, right?" She said.

"Of course I will, jeez. Relax, it's only for a few days."

"Sor- I mean, ok Trip. I understand. Thank you."

"It's like you're his dog. Or bitch," Louise said. "We're not going off to war."

"Louise, be nice," I admonished.

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

I huffed, "Let's get packed."

—

Louise wouldn't let Bryon carry her luggage. I knew he was just trying to be around and cluck like a mother hen when we left. She had dressed in short denim shorts and a red plaid shirt, tied in the middle and barely covering her. She had on cowboy boots too and a cowboy hat. "What the fuck?" I chuckled when I saw her, though she looked fine as hell. My dick took notice, too.

"Daisy Duke. You know, Dukes of Hazzard? I thought since we were out with these backwoods hicks I would try to blend in."

It embarrassed me her talking this way in front of Byron. "The cheeks of your ass are hanging out and you're barely covered on top. And those shit kickers are ridiculous." Did Daisy Duke wear cowboy boots and a cowboy hat?

"Whatever, I know I look hot. And who cares about the shirt, it's not like I have tits to show." My face burned.

"Well, you're her spitting image with your tattoos and pink hair," I said. Louise put her luggage down just to flip me off double. "I don't think there are too many 'backwoods hicks' in Atlanta."

She gave me a cryptic look and put her luggage in the trunk. Her ass stuck out as she bent over, revealing the stylized vampire bat tramp stamp on her lower back. The term was hers. "I'm way the hell past tramp," she would say. I loaded my suitcase in the trunk, and for a second wondered how much illegal substances were in her luggage. We wouldn't be able to talk our way out of that one, though Mr. Bertrand would.

It was sticky hot. So much so that Byron's glasses were fogging up. The sky was a gray blanket, a hair's breadth from storming again. I couldn't tell if it was sprinkling or just misty. Flora would have to deal with a storm on her own tonight. I felt a prick of sorrow for her. Hopefully she had learned a thing or two and would have a drink. My back was already dripping with sweat. Louise's skin shined too.

Really, she did look stunning, if trashy, in that outfit. Hell, she did in anything. The top revealed just enough of her fit abs while her lithe but strong legs seemed all the much longer with her shorts riding up her crack. A perverted part of my mind wondered how those shorts would smell by the end of the day.

Louise sat in the driver's seat. There was so much of a spring in her step that I thought she would start skipping. I realized what a big deal this gig was for her. When I turned around Bryon's face was dour, but he waved to us anyway. As best I could, I put a contrite expression on. Knowing him for as long as I had, you could pick up on every subtle wrinkle. I said a silent prayer to the god I didn't believe in that she wouldn't fuck this up. She was her most reckless in high spirits. I closed the car door behind me.

Cackling, Louise goosed the accelerator. The car peeled out from the portico and zipped down the driveway. The turn threw me against the door. My teeth ground. Once we got on the road, she shifted into high gear and the engine roared. "You've got the whole trip to be stupid, can you slow down a little?" I said, embarrassed that I had to play the worrywort.

She rolled her eyes, "I was just doing it for Byron. I know what he thinks of my driving." But she slowed.

"You mean what he knows about your driving."

"Whatever," she grumbled.

The landscape was a bizarre patchwork. We passed other plantation houses, farm fields, small towns and oil refineries. Reaching the highway was a relief, where at least she could drive fast in a straight line. We got through town then the vast flat swamps next to Lake Pontchartrain surrounded us. I stared out the window, hoping to spot alligators. "I'm proud of you, Louise."

She laughed. "What?"

"Your first gig. You've worked so hard at this," I said. Her eyes were glued to the road, her skinny leg flexing as she pressed the petal. "I know this is something you've wanted and you deserve it. I'm proud."

For a few seconds there was only the sound of the droning motor. When she spoke, her voice was strained. "Shit, dude. It's too early for this." It had clearly been on her mind. The tear was unmistakable, even on her sweaty face. "What the hell can I say to that?"

"Maybe 'thank you'?"

She sighed, and there were a few more seconds of quiet. "Thanks," she muttered. "It's like I don't want to talk about it, or even think about it too much. The more I want something, the more likely I lose it. Either I fuck it up, or Mom does, or Dad. Hell, I'm still holding my breath for the con to call me and tell me to fuck off." She gave a strangled laugh, wiping away a tear. "You mother fucker. It's like you have x-ray vision."

"You deserve it," I repeated. She didn't say anything, just shaking her head. The tears didn't stop. "And you're taking me with you! Sibling road trip, am I right?"

"God, you're such a dork," she said, but she was smiling. She sniffled. "It's like you can just let go and enjoy shit. You just do whatever you want."

"So do you."

"Yeah, but everything I want to do gets me in trouble. I mean not that kind of stuff." She furrowed her brow. "If I try to do something that isn't crazy bullshit it blows up in my face. Like getting in trouble is all I'm good at."

There wasn't much I could say to that. Getting into trouble was Louise's specialty. Mom and Dad had tried so hard to make her "do right." Eventually it went from trying to get her to succeed to vengeance for her latest transgression. They even sent her off when she was sixteen. "Jesus Camp," she called it. I don't remember its proper name. Flora was still so little and she had cried all day when Louise left. She cried even harder when the camp called to say they couldn't find her.

Louise was missing for two weeks. When the cops brought her back home she was all smiles, and talking shit to Mom and Dad. It lasted all night, and peaked with me jumping between Dad and Louise, Dad almost punching me. I was only in sixth grade, but I had never been one for impulse control. Thinking fast and talking faster, I convinced Dad to send Louise away to Aunt Maggie. It would get her out of their hair and allow everyone to cool down.

She never told me the story of where she had gone. I don't think she had ever told anyone. Her face was dark and sullen when she came back and she headed straight for her room, not saying a word to any of us. In my darkest moments I still imagined she hated me for the suggestion.

On its own accord, my hand went to Louise's sweaty thigh. She started, then held my hand.

—

"Welcome to Sweet Home Alabama," the sign said. Most of the drive had consisted of Louise's techno goth music. I was more of a seventies rock kind of guy, which Louise called "grandpa music." It was woods all around, the cars and the highway the only signs of civilization. She turned the music down.

"You've been quite the perv with Flora," she said, out of nowhere.

A chill ran down my spine. "This again?"

"Do you think you could slap her ass and I wouldn't say anything about it? You were always like a dad to her. Or more like a daddy. Sure jiggles when you slap it, huh?" She glanced over at me just so I could see her predatory smile.

"That's... She's not supposed to..." I cleared my throat and grasped at composure. It didn't help that thinking about Flora was making me hard. "I don't like it when she apologizes. It's like she's sorry for existing."

"So according to you, she's not supposed to say sorry. I thought it was something like that. But you're spanking her ass. What the hell is that about?"

At first all I did was sputter. "That's it. You said it. She's not allowed to say sorry. It's a bad habit. You're reading too much into this." God help me, she was too close to figuring this out. If she straight up asked if we were fucking, I would fold like a house of cards. My hardon was uncomfortable by then.

"And so you decided talking to her about it, or building her up wasn't the way to do it. You didn't want to play therapist? You had to do something that involved touching her butt? I mean I want to get my hands on that booty, too, but I can't be that direct."

"Fuck you. Not everything is about sex."

Her laugh was loud. "Slapping a girl's ass isn't about sex?"

"Not my sister's. I already explained it to you." My nerves were melting into anger now. My cock, on the other hand, was ready to go.

"Makes me wonder if you want to slap my ass too." Her voice took on a cloying tone, "Have I been a bad girl, Daddy?"

"Shut up, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"You ever do it over your knee?" Fuck me, now it was like she had x-ray vision. "Give her welts on her thick ass?"

My voice was red, "Louise, you're being a bitch."

"Whatever, I'm always a bitch." Then her tone softened. "But, dude, you have to know how it looks. And with what you did with Glad, you have to wonder."

"I'm not fucking my Flora," I don't remeber telling a bigger lie.

"Ok," she said. "It's worse you not telling me than you actually fucking her."

"Just turn your music back up," I said. She shrugged and did.

—

The motion of the car woke me up."What are you doing? This isn't our exit." I spied the exit sign. "Where the hell is Opelika?" I said. Louise took the car through the curve of the off ramp. From what I could see it was a little town surrounded by woods, just another stop along the highway.

She didn't answer, and turned on to the overpass. "We've got gas, I don't get it," I said. We stopped at a light, then turned onto a side street. There was a run down McDonald's. "You hungry?"

"Nope," she finally answered. An even more run down motel appeared in front of us. The Red Ribbon Inn, a dingy sign said. The building's paint was faded and one of the windows was boarded up. The car bounced through a number of potholes before we settled in a faded, sunken parking space. A fat man waddled after a skinny woman who looked half his age. Her outfit made Louise look like a nun.

"Why are we stopping here? What the hell?" I said.

"We're gonna sleep here. You think I want to drive six hours straight?" She put the car in park and turned the engine off.

"You're fucking with me, right?" She had to be. This place looked gross.

She cocked her mouth at me. "This is my trip, my adventure."

"Adventure? This is only an adventure if you want to shoot meth or get a hooker. It probably has bedbugs, for fuck's sake." I stared up at her as she got out of the car. "Seriously, you're fucking with me, right?" This kind of prank wasn't out of character for her, but her demeanor wasn't right for it. Flinging the door open, I got out while Louise went for the trunk. Warm rain sprinkled.

"Relax, Trip," she growled. "It looks sketchy, but we'll be fine." The parking lot vibrated with bass-heavy hip hop from a Cadillac with tinted windows. The stink of weed was in the air.

Rounding the back, I reached the trunk next to her. She was rummaging in her bag. "What's gotten into you?" I said. There were indistinct shouts, a man and a woman, from one of the rooms.

She pulled out a leather belt. "We're going to be completely fine. Just relax. This is only a problem if you make it weird. Come on, isn't this exciting? It's like we're not spoiled rich brats for a night."

Louise put the belt over her shoulder. "But why a place like this? Can't we go to somewhere more...?"

"Bourgeois?" She said. It wasn't a belt she was wearing. There was some kind of pouch. My stomach dropped into my feet and my mouth fell open. A gun holster. As I gaped she pulled out a pistol. "Pistol" undersells it. It was a sleek, shining, intimidating piece that looked like it weighed half as much as she did. She held it up on display. "There. See? Now we're safe."

"Safe is the last thing I would call you with a gun. That's a Desert Eagle. The recoil will break your goddamn nose! Is that Dad's?"

"Of course it is. Not like he's going to miss it. He's got three. I don't even have a round chambered. And do you think I look like this doing just cardio? I lift too. I can handle one of these." Dad had tried to get the three of us into shooting when we were young. True to form, Flora was too scared and dropped the gun. I was indifferent. On the other hand Louise really took to it, but once she started acting out, Mom and Dad made sure she never had access to guns. It didn't help that she was a better shot than him, either. I could only imagine how she had got her hands on this one. Dad locked his gun room when he was gone. She tucked the pistol under her right arm.

Slamming the trunk, she said, "Look, you were all scared about being here. It's not weird, everyone's strapped. No one's going to fuck with us now. And if they do..." She made finger guns, fired them, and then blew away imaginary smoke.

"They're not going to scare bedbugs, that's for sure."

"Shut up. What kind of bug would want to bite you anyway?" She strutted toward the front office where a flickering vacancy sign sat in the grimy window. I certainly couldn't deny how hot she looked. Her long fit legs, her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom of her shorts, the shirt tied at her belly, just hinting at her small boobs. Her tight butt wiggled as she walked away. My dick was still hard from being asleep, and it wasn't going to go down anytime soon. I tagged along.

Inside the front office the air was thick as soup. A strip encrusted with dead flies hung from the ceiling. It smelled like mildew and cigarettes. Dingleberries of dust stuck to a vibrating table fan on the desk. Louise showed the withered old man in a dirty shirt her ID. He eyed her gun, but expressed only mild surprise. Opening a cabinet, he took out a key with 207 written on a tag in black marker. All the motels I had ever been to used cards.

We hauled our luggage up the stairs and entered our room. I couldn't tell if the carpet was stained all to hell or if that was just the pattern. There was a double bed with two bedside tables, a table lamp, and a clock radio. An air conditioning unit buzzed in the window. It looked to be as clean as it ever got. The TV was the only thing that wasn't substandard in the room. It looked new.

Louise let out a sigh, heaving her suitcase onto the bed. "No!" I shouted. "Shit, don't put anything on the bed yet." Scrolling my phone, I looked up how to check for bedbugs. The article I found had a picture of one of the little beasts. I shuddered.

Luckily, when I searched with my phone's flashlight, there was nothing there, and I placed my suitcase too. Louise watched with an exasperated expression. My clothes felt wet on me, and my skin was crusty with salt from my sweat. Maybe stopping wasn't such a bad idea. I could take a shower if the bathroom wasn't too bad.

On the bed, Louise wiggled her toes. "God your whole fucking calve sweats in these cowboy boots," she said. Looking up, she said, "Come on, relax. It's like we're normal. Just a man and a woman, resting on the highway on the way to visit relatives in some crappy hick town."

"Well, you're certainly respectful of the local culture," I jabbed. "Aren't you supposed to be socially conscious? Did you see the look on Byron's face when you were shitting on the hoi polloi?"

The startled look on her face indicated that she hadn't. "Well, he's not one of them. He's different." she muttered, and quickly lit a cigarette.

"Whatever," I said. "I'm going to take a shower. It's like a fucking sauna out there."

The bathroom wasn't too bad, though I winced when a couple of roaches scattered at the light. The linoleum on the floor peeled upward around the toilet. At least there was a single-use soap in the shower. The cool water washing down my tired body was beyond relieving. As I lathered the soap, I contemplated the day. More and more I was starting to like the idea of stopping here. It didn't seem too dangerous, though it was dingy. And Louise was right. With that gun, people weren't likely to fuck with her.

It came out of nowhere. There was a bang from the room, and I recognized it instantly. Immediately I sprang from the shower, time moving slow as a million different horrible thoughts raced through my head. Each footfall felt like an eternity, and as I burst out the door. My heart was in my throat. There was Louise, hand over the left side of her face. The gun was on the bed, smoke still coming out of its barrel. The lamp next to the bed was shattered to a thousand pieces and there was a big dark hole in the wall.

"What the fuck did you do?" I bellowed.

"I didn't think there was a round chambered," she whined. Her voice quavered, "When I fired it, it hit me in the cheek."

Shaking my head, I said, "How fucking stupid can you be? Did you hit someone on the other side?"

She shot me a glare, still rubbing the side of her face. "I don't know," she grumbled. There was a second of silence as we stared at each other. Her eyes traveled down.

Like a fool, I looked down myself and there was my cock, swinging and dripping. There was no towel to cover me and my clothes were in the bathroom. Horror seized me as I felt a stirring. Louise looking at my dick was making me hard. She moved her hand down to her mouth, covering her grin. Her cheek was red and swelling.

"So you were just playing with the gun?"

"Yeah, I know. I've never felt this instantly stupid," she giggled. "There's one upshot though." Again her eyes went to my rising dick.

"How could you laugh at a time like this? You could have killed yourself, or me!"

"God damn, when did you get so hairy?"

"Louise-!" I growled.

"I know, I know! I'm a stupid cunt and would have deserved it if the bullet hit me." She was still grinning. Incredulous, I shook my head.

"You're not taking this seriously."

"I'm not the only one packing, either. I knew Alabama was open carry, but damn."

"Can you at least put the gun away and keep it there? I swear to God, you're like a fucking cyclone."

"Ok fine. It was a dumb idea anyway. You gonna put yours away? Maybe you shouldn't. Want some target practice?" She opened her mouth wide, tilting back her head and sticking out her tongue. "Whatever. Overbearing ass. Go get dressed."

"I'm not going until I see you put the gun away. Unloaded." The reality of my state was starting to seep in, and I was getting harder. But Louise listened and put the gun away. All the bluster was to hide how embarrassed she was. I knew her game. Just like always, I couldn't get quite dry enough.

—

Things were much quieter after that. The next room was vacant, thank God for small mercies. Louise held a bag of ice to her face. The spot where the gun had hit her face was getting red and swollen. When I brought up that the manager would have words for her, she reached in her bag and flashed me a wad of cash. It could have started a brand new argument, her carrying around that much, but the gun going off had drained me. It wasn't like it mattered if we lost it. Louise ordered lunch from a sandwich shop that was much better than we expected it to be.

We found ourselves just like always, with her exquisite green glass bong bubbling away, sitting next to each other on the bed. Her toasted ham sandwich was half-eaten on her side of the bed. "I saw roaches in the bathroom. You better figure something out for that sandwich." Louise put it in the plastic restaurant bag. Despite the swampy air, we cracked a window to let some of the smoke out. Louise at least had the sense to choose a smoking room. Like Louisiana, Alabama only had medicinal, but no one was bound to give a fuck at the Red Ribbon Inn.

The TV was on, some rerun eighties comedy with no actors I knew. We still busted up at half the jokes. It was getting dark outside and she had changed into her pajamas. Or as close as she got. She wore gray skull pattern boy shorts and a raggedy band t-shirt. I still hadn't seen that one on her before. Her thighs and ass looked amazing in the skin tight underwear and she had cut the shirt off to show her abs. Here we go again, I thought as my boner rose.

"You must sleep in the gym to look like that," I said as she passed me the bong.

She blew out the moke she was holding. "You want to get clicks and subscribers you have to work at it. Unless you're already fat and own it. You'd be surprised how common feeder fetish is. Those girls have to work at it too, but by stuffing their faces. Plenty of girls on there look like me, but with ass and tits." She looked away. "But thanks."

Breathing in, the bubbling sound was soothing. I pulled the bowl out and let it run clear. The smoke percolated in my lungs and I exhaled. "Why do you always say stuff like that? Who would look at you if they didn't like your ass and tits?"

She sat up from the bed and turned to face me. "Just look at me, dude. Besides, I didn't say no one liked me. I just know what I look like. I'm zen with it."

"How's the draw on SmutShrine?" I smirked at her.

"Not bad, but not like I would want. It's all solo and cosplay stuff. I've never posted a guy fucking me." She paused, eyeing my expression. "You think that's some kind of gotcha? I'm not the one jerking it to my sister online."

"I've never seen it. Flora told me about it."

Laughing, her eyes went wide. "That girl is so much dirtier than I thought." My phone pinged. "Speaking of which," she said.

My phone had done so at least a dozen times after we set out. Like Louise, I didn't have to look to know who it was. "Please Trip," she mimicked Flora's voice. "When are you gonna fuck me? I need your cock so bad"

"Shut up," I said, and grabbed my phone.

Flora: I miss you already, Trip.

Flora: Fuck I need you inside of me. I'm so wet.

Flora: I'm touching my kitty now, thinking about you.

And so on. She had also sent a picture of her tits and a butt plug she had found online. My hardon came back in force. Thoughts of her round ass shaking in front of me as I pounded her sopping pussy slipped into my mind. Louise munched on her sandwich.

Flora: I ordered this for me. I'm going to put it right in so my butthole can be ready for you.

Trip: Possum, damn. Love that picture of your tits. I wish I could be there sucking them.

Trip: Just use that lube I gave you. You don't have to yet if you want

"I knew it! I fucking knew it!" Louise loomed on my shoulder, with an expression both scandalized and hysterical. I jumped and dropped my phone on the floor. "Sister fucker! Sister fucker!"

"Mind your goddamn business, you skinny bitch!" My face burning, I gave her a shove. The bong water sloshed, threatening to spill on the bed. She had the presence of mind to set it down.

"You're already talking about anal too! Holy shit, I didn't think I would find out like this." She roared with laughter.

"I hate you," I grumbled.

Louse rolled on the mattress, squeezing her bloodshot eyes closed. She was mad with laughs and coughs. Getting up, I fished a bottle of rum I had brought out of my bag. I didn't even bother with a glass, taking a nip directly from the bottle. Down below me on the bed, Louise looked up at me. Her chest heaved with her breath. "Aww, fuck," she wheezed.

"You proud of yourself figuring that out?" I asked.

"You proud of fucking your little sister?" She pushed down another laugh.

"Well, I guess you're not the only one who's humiliated today." I picked up my phone.

Flora: These boobies are all yours. I want you to make a mess on them.

Trip: Just use that lube I gave you. You don't have to put anything in your butt yet if you want to. Be gentle.

"You're texting her?" Louise moaned. She got up off the bed to see. I quickly dropped my phone into my pocket. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, and she squeezed me tight. "Dude, it's ok. Really." The smile was still there in her voice.

"Then why are you being a pain in the ass about it?" Her face pressed against my back.

"Come on, this is about as well as someone can take their brother fucking their sister. Fuckin A, is this like a fetish for you?"

"I didn't even know there was a fetish for this." I turned to face her, holding her in front of me by her arms. She was still smiling, but the smile's character was wholly different. Even being an annoying bitch she was lovely.

"Well, you're living it, then."

I sighed, "Do you think it's wrong?"

Shrugging, she said, "We come from a southern plantation family. This is one of the least fucked up things this family has done."

I chuckled, "Fair enough. But you don't think that it's taking advantage of her?"

"Not really. You should have heard the way she talked about you before you got back. That's how I knew she had a crush. She didn't straight up say she wanted to fuck you, but you could tell. Give me some of that." I handed her the bottle and she took a gulp, wrinkling her nose at the taste.

Taking the bottle back, I took an even bigger one. "I just hope it's not like Glad and everyone finds out."

"I sure as hell won't tell. You might want to tell her to behave around Mom and Dad and not grab your ass or anything."

"Thanks," I sighed. "She just needs someone, you know. She's lonely and Mom and Dad are no help."

"Well I'm the one who has you now."

I cocked an eyebrow at her, "Yeah I guess so."

"Saw your cock, too." She leaned a little closer to me.

"Don't remind me."

"Why not? It's even a nice cock."

"Maybe I'm not the perv here," I said. "But thanks, I guess."

"And aren't you showing favoritism?" Her eyes skewered me.

"Favoritism?"

"Flora gets a hell of a lot more of you than I do. Doesn't seem fair." Almost pressed into me, she tilted her face up. Her expression was open and hopeful.

"You sound like you're asking me to..." I trailed off, too uncomfortable to finish.

"Do you want to?" It was a question, but had the weight of inevitability behind it. She knew what she wanted, and knew what I wanted.

Pulling her close with one hand, I set the bottle on the dresser next to the jabbering TV. A smile flashed across her face, parting her lips in preparation for what was certainly coming. And when that moment came, that surge, now familiar, shot through me. She was right. It was a kink. It's not just that I was surrounded by gorgeous women, but it was what all this meant. Our prestigious family, as civilized as you please, built itself on hypocrisy. Fucking my sister was like giving it the middle finger. The height of scandal. I didn't like to think about our family's past, but there it was.

Fortunately I didn't have to think about it for long. Louise surged into me as our lips touched, and she jammed her tongue into my mouth as if she were desperate to beat me to the punch. She tasted like weed and rum, as I certainly did. Her weight was thrown into me, small as she was, I retreated a few steps into the wall. Bump went my head. But I rallied and matched her lick for lick, our tongues intertwining like mating slugs. As we broke, she bit my lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, and giggled as she pulled it. By then I was painfully hard and my heart was pounding.

For a split second we stared at each other. With her brown doe eyes and long nose, she was more cute than beautiful, but that did nothing to dull my desire. There was something about her innocent face with her tattoos and clothes. It was like with Flora, except I had to show her what I was made of instead of guiding her. I pushed back. This time our teeth clicked together, but we melted into a kiss just as hot and wet as the last. Puffing out of our noses, our breath mingled, the pungent smells of our choice intoxicants wafting around our heads.

She laid her hands on my chest, and rubbed it just as our tongues rubbed together. Before I knew what was happening, she grasped the front of my shirt and pulled, tearing it open. Buttons flew and clicked against the walls. My bare chest was exposed, and I pulled my shirt back off my shoulders.

My words came between our kisses. "That shirt was-"

"Shut up, I don't give a fuck. You're mine now, and I'm more important than a stupid shirt." She thrust her forehead into mine, her breath rushing in and out. Our staring eyes were only inches apart.

Fair enough. I grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands, her own hands clasped around my wrists. Her resistance was only a token. Her shirt came apart with a triumphant rip, and her chest was exposed now too. Her tits were small, and along with her sculpted abs and legs gave her a streamlined, chiseled look. That look was interrupted by her small, hard nipples, which she began to pinch and pull. "Good, I was hoping you wouldn't be a pussy. I bet you handle Flora with kid gloves."

"The answer is yes, I do spank her over my knee. Wouldn't you want that ass in your face?" I cocked up one side of my mouth.

"Good, I had no idea she was such a bad girl. She needs you to set her straight. There's nothing you can do to me that I can't take."

Pushing her hands aside, I cupped her little tits. They were like mosquito bites, but her nipples could have cut glass. "That sounds like a challenge."

"Of course I'm challenging you. You don't just like a girl who rolls over and lets you fuck her, do you?"

I teased her nipples with my thumbs. "Bitch. Girls want to fuck me. There's no letting."

"And you think I want to fuck you?"

"I don't know. I figure those kisses were apologies for being a dumbass with that gun."

"Asshole!" She pushed me, but I was already against the wall. She was the one who ended up staggering back. Never one to pass up an opportunity, I pushed her, sending her sprawling on the bed. Like a cat I pounced, pushing her wrists over her head. The odor of her sweat wafted to my nose.

I was like a predator, and I had my prey right where I wanted her. My hungry mouth covered hers again, and she wrapped her surprisingly strong legs around me. Again our tongues danced dirty inside our mouths. On impulse, I licked up the side of her face. "What the fuck?" She laughed.

"Shut up and enjoy it," I growled. Simultaneously I pressed my raging hard cock into her hard belly and kissed down her chest. Once I reached it, I ran my tongue around her hard nipple. It was like a pink push pin, looking all the more protrusive next to her meager boobs. Closing my lips around it, I sucked and she sighed. I nibbled, then I bit, and again she cried out.

"God damn," she whispered. She undulated, our sticky sweaty bodies grinding together.

"Well, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. You can say what you want, but your body doesn't lie." I nipped her one last time and pulled away, yanking her nipple. Was her scream one of pain or pleasure? Did she even know?

"Then get those pants off and show me that cock. I can feel how hard it is." Our faces were inches away and she was already crawfish red. In a tangle of legs and arms we both pulled our pants off and they flew to the floor. My wet heavy dick slapped against her inner thigh. Precum smeared up and down her reddening skin. Quick as a flash, she kneed me in the side and scurred out from under me. She flipped over the side of the bed. I don't know how she ended up on her feet. On my hands and knees I looked up and feasted my eyes on her. I winced with the pain.

Her entire body was naked now. Every curve, every taut muscle, every tattoo was visible. In addition to the sleeves, her body was dotted with them, including that first black widow on her collarbone and the pot leaf on her ankle. I had never seen the sexy nun tattoo on her upper thigh. The pink and black covering the natural blonde of her hair stood as a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her blonde pubes were in a little short-trimmed triangle over her pussy, already shining with wetness. She was the picture of fitness, cut and sleek. Her hips still curved, and her tiny tits stood out quite nicely on her skinny frame. My side ached where she had kicked me.

Swaying her hips, she held her arms akimbo. "Get a good look, brother dearest. You better be able to handle this, because I have an army of fuckboys waiting for me to say the word word."

"Slut," I grimaced.

"Two sluts in a pod. You're an incest slut though."

"And I'm going to make you one." I crawled to the edge of the bed, but she was too fast, already at the other side.

"Make me one on my hands and knees. I don't want you on top of me." She scrambled back to the bed, on her hands and knees just as she said. Her little ass was in the air, hot and ready. Linking my arms around her waist, I pulled her into position, the steamy smell of her ass and pussy teasing my nose. This was that magical moment, when a girl's ass is spread wide open in front of you, ready for whatever you want to put in it. "No anal. You don't get that yet." She looked back at me, her pussy dripping and asshole puckering.

"Try and stop me," I said, and placed my hands on her hips.

Like a mule, her leg shot out, whacking my thigh. The pain was accompanied with pins and needles. "I will fucking end you. I'm not kidding. That 'Daddy' shit may fly with Flora, but not with me." She stuck her ass back out. "Now give my pussy what it needs."

It was hard to get my bearings with my thigh barking like it was. I hadn't actually planned to fuck her ass if she didn't want me too. It was just talk. Sure as hell I wanted to. The bat tramp stamp stared up at me, along with the pentagram between her shoulder blades. If I didn't know her I would think she was protesting too much. My cock touched her dewey lips like a battering ram.

"Give me that brother cock," she growled. I rubbed up and down her slick slit, smearing her juice on the tip of my dick. Taking a deep breath I impaled her with a single hard push. My member slid to the hilt up inside her. "Fuuuuckkkk!" she moaned. "Fuck yeah, that's how you do it." Her words were barely coherent.

My hips pumped, and the juice bubbled out of her sweltering cunt. Her ass was more like a plum compared to Flora's moon, and she stared back at me. Her pussy twitched and squeezed around my dick. Though she tried to hide it, her breath was fluttering and fevered. My backstrokes were gentle, but I thrusted back inside her with vigor. My thighs smacked into her ass. Winding my arm up, I made to spank her.

"Fuck you, you can't hurt me," she jeered, laughing. Like hell I couldn't. She screamed when my hand slapped her ass. It was tight and firm. "Didn't hurt. I knew it." Gritting my teeth, I pulled back and slapped her even harder. She crowed with laughter. My swinging hand moved in time with my thrusting cock, and I slapped her until my hands stung. By then her entire body was red like she had been boiled. The welts on her ass stood out anyway.

I was overwhelmed by the feeling of her insides, and pounded away, heedless of anything else. A look passed over her face, making her mouth slack and her eyes stupid. "Fuck yes!" she screeched, and she clenched even harder around me. She clenched and clenched until she was pushing me out. I thought she would turn herself inside out. It felt exquisite on my cock, and I hoped I wouldn't cum too soon.

"Cumming already?" I puffed.

Her back bowed, and a low wildcat moan rumbled out of her throat. She gulped breath, her muscles so tense they trembled. Her moan rose in pitch until it was a high trill. Against my cock her hips jerked, and I tried my hardest to push inside her. "How are you this fucking tight?"

A drop or two of normalcy came back into her body. "High performance pussy," she said between gulps. "Most bitches don't get to orgasm because I took them all."

Two filthy sisters, but in different ways. Lucky brother. Again I slapped her ass, hurting my hand more than her ass. "Pull my hair, bitch," she barked. Didn't have to tell me twice. I took a handful of her hair, twisting it around my hand. Her head flopped back as I yanked. Louise hissed with the sweet pain.

My thrusts had sped up and now I squelched and splashed with each stroke. Lust propelled me, killing my fatigue. Louise let out modulating moans. "Harder, harder."

"Fuck you harder or pull your hair harder?"

"Both! Make your big sister cum again."

This time I used both hands to pull her hair, using it as leverage. Now her whole body slammed into me as my cock penetrated her. The muscles in her back rippled as they tightened. "Shhhhiiiitttt!" she brayed. I pulled hard, lifting her front off the mattress for a moment. A gurgling death rattle came out of her. Her back bowed up and she twitched like a worm on a fishing pole. Again her pussy strangled me and I kept pulling hard on her hair to stay inside her.

Her body was locked up. It was that exquisite feeling of control. Her own body was revolting against her and it was because of me. She could talk all the shit she wanted, but I owned her body in that brief moment. Her breath pant-hooted and her jaw was wide open as a snake's.

When she recovered, she looked back at me, eyes tired and dazed. "Jesus Christ. Ok, not bad." Her whole body bellowed with her breath. "Now get on your back, I want to taste my pussy on your cock."

"Just like that you want-"

"Now!" It was like all the blood in her body had risen to her skin. She crawled forward and off my member, standing up again. "You're not getting on top of me. I want to lick myself off your dick and then ride it."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. She couldn't have looked more pleased. I flipped over on my back and looked back up at her. Her hair stuck to her sweaty body and her chest was still heaving with exertion. Her eyes locked on my cock.

Getting on her knees, she crouched over me. Her hand wrapped around my cock. She dabbed the tip of it with her tongue. I gasped when they touched. "The more I cum, the better it tastes. You'll lick it out of my pussy when the time is right." Her tongue twirled around my bellend, and bolts of pleasure shot through me. She closed her mouth, sucking and getting all of her filth she had left on the tip. From base to tip she licked me, getting every last bit she had left. I was working up to my orgasm.

Louise must have felt it. "You haven't cum yet, I'll give you that." Her doe eyes looked up at me, madly innocent in her depravity. "Good," she rose up. "Because I want your cum in my pussy and I want to see your face when you do it."

"Then come and get it," I said. She grinned.

Louise positioned herself over me, bringing her slit closer and closer to my straight-up cock. She lingered for a moment and I held my breath. Steadying my cock with her hand, she bore down over it and impaled herself. Inch by inch she moved down, her mouth round with pleasure. She was so hot I felt she would burn my dick up. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned, juice dripping out of her onto my crotch. Again, but not as fast as before, my cock sheathed inside her. She dropped all her weight on it. "Shit, that's so deep." She squirmed around me, her brow furrowed with the sensation.

Once she steadied herself her hips began to pump. Her hands came up to her chest and pinched and pulled her small nipples. With her thrusts, her tits bounced despite how small they were. It was an uncanny feeling, almost panicking. She was in complete control, all I could do was clutch her thighs as she rode me. She made a throaty giggle.

She rode me slowly at first, my cock sliding in and out of her, every time reaching incredible depths. Her face showed it too, her eyelids fluttering and her mouth slack. But she didn't have complete control since she was at the mercy of her own body. Her thrusts became bounces, and her bounces became the mad riding of a jockey. I couldn't feel each individual stroke anymore, it all flowed together into an overwhelming friction that threatened to burn me up.

"Good brother," her words were barely coherent. "Good cock."

Just then was that point of no return. The one where you aren't cumming yet, but it's rushing at you like an avalanche and there's nothing you can do about it but hold on for dear life. Seconds later, it slammed into me. My body twisted and flopped, and I let out a death rattle of my own. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. All the while she bounced on top of me, my member shooting my filthy jets deep deep inside her.

My eyes squeezed shut so hard I saw stars, and my cum felt like magma erupting from me. There was nothing I could do though, as Louise got to decide where each thump of my dick would be inside her. Gush after gush stuffed her.

With an effort like getting the last of the toothpaste out of the tube, my body strained and shook and that last blast of cum filled her. Louise slowed to a stop and sat on top of me, my cock still inside her. Her radiating body dripped with sweat. "Damn," she breathed. "Not bad." After taking a few more breaths, she rolled off me, landing right next to me.

"Glad to be of service," I said. "You weren't so bad yourself."

"You bet your ass I'm not. Now you know why I can always get laid."

"Because you're a nasty slut?" I teased.

She made a single bark of laughter. "Fuck you." Tenderly, she planted a kiss on my cheek.

"It's ok, we're two sluts in a pod, remember? Even moreso because you're an incest slut now too. Bet you never thought you would be this naughty. What would Mom say?"

Her finger traced my lip, "I'd love that old hag to see us fucking. It would serve her right."

"Psycho," I said, and kissed her back.

—

In front of the mirror, Louise briskly brushed her teeth. She had put her underwear back on, but her t-shirt, nothing but scrap now, lay on the floor. Her body had faded to its normal pale shade. I sidled past her. "Getting that dick taste out of your mouth?" The spot on her face was puffy and inflamed.

"No," she said. "Just a habit." Despite her reckless behavior, Louise took good care of her body, minus the smoking.

"Pearly whites are all part of the show, anyway. Why didn't you tell me you had a SmutShrine?" Still naked, I stood over the toilet to take a pee.

She shrugged. "I guess I didn't think of it. Flora looking at it was news to me. You think most SmutShrine girls tell their families about their page?" Her words were distorted by the toothbrush.

"Fair enough," I said. "Think you can get me a discount?"

A look of amusement crossed her face. "If you're a fan, usually you have to pay to fuck."

"You've had fans pay to fuck you?"

"No, Jesus," she frowned. "But I've done custom content. Just saying. You want my pussy and now you want a discount on my content, too."

"I figured us fucking was a mutual thing and not a favor. That hurts."

She punched my arm with her free hand and then laughed when the stream of my piss hit the wall. "Whatever. I invite you out with me, I put a cosplay together for you, then I ride your cock. It's clear I don't hate you. Besides, you're a good fuck. Most guys don't have the endurance you do, and you're not too bad at knowing when I need manhandled."

"Ooh, Louise is in love!" I cooed.

She laughed, spitting some toothpaste on the mirror. "Idiot."

"Come on, I love you. It's not that hard to say." I finished and flushed, then headed to the shower.

Louise spit out her toothpaste. "You just showered."

"Yeah but..." I gestured to my dick. "You know."

"Screw that, I want you smelling like my pussy. You're scent marked now, bitch."

"But you get to clean my cock out of your mouth?"

"I'll eat your cum any time, brother dearest," she said. That made my cock thump. "But there's nothing of yours to clean out."

"So you want your stank all over me this entire trip?"

She cocked an eyebrow. "Smart boy."

It didn't sound like a bad idea. When I would take out my cock to pee and smell pussy was a sublime experience. "Whatever," I shrugged and turned the water off.

Later we lay in bed, me with a book and Louise enjoying a cigarette. She reclined, a vision of beauty. Her nipples had lost their edge, so sat on her flat chest soft and luscious. They were oval shaped where Floras were circular. Her abs flexed as she adjusted position. From time to time she would place her hand on me, and run her fingers through the hair on my chest.

"It was a dumb idea," she said with a sigh.

"What was?"

"The whole idea of going native. Getting a cheap motel, bringing the gun, dressing up. I was cosplaying as a poor person. How fucked up is that?" She took a drag of her cigarette.

The same thought had occurred to me. Pretty insensitive, especially for someone who purported to have some kind of social consciousness. "Whatever," I shrugged. "You screw up, learn, and move on. What were you thinking when you did it?" It wasn't rhetorical, and came out more harsh than I wanted.

Her laugh was mirthless. "You know... the usual. For fun, piss off the straights. And..." She trailed off.

"And what?" I said.

"It's stupid."

"I just... you've been spending so much time with Flora, I wanted to show you what you were missing."

"How theatrical." I chuckled.

"See? I didn't want to tell you because you'd be a dick about it."

I sat up in bed and turned to face her. "You're right, it was stupid. But it's worth it just being here with you, Louise. There were so many times I wished you were there to crack a joke or listen to mine. The upshot is this will make a hell of a story one day. Besides," I ran my hand up her firm belly and cupped her breast. "You've impressed me plenty."

She smiled, looking away.

"I love you Louise. I always will," I said. "I never thought it would be cock riding love, but it's a nice bonus."

"Shut up," she grumbled, her red face toward me.

"It won't hurt you to say it. I know you feel it."

"Then I don't need to say it."

I sighed, "You can piss off and troll everyone around you, order me around when we're fucking, but you're afraid to tell me you love me."

"I'm not..." she grunted. "Fine. I love you too, Trip."

"Not so hard," I said. "It's nice for a girl to tell you what she wants."

"How's this for telling you what I want? You're going to fuck me over and over on this trip, and when we get back. Flora can get in line."

"That can be arranged," I said, and gave her nipple a tweak.