Odd One Out Pt. 02

It only took fifteen seconds for their relationship to change forever.

Fifteen seconds for Anne to barge into her brothers room to ask about something inconsequential and see his massive cock swinging between his legs.

Fifteen seconds for Anne to stare at it just a bit too long.

Fifteen seconds for him to notice her staring.

She glanced up, worried about her brother's reaction. Neither said a word as they looked at each other, having a silent conversation through just facial expression. He realized she was interested. She realized he was interested. Shock, confusion and finally lust told them exactly what they needed to know.

They wanted each other and were willing to act on it.

It wasn't the biggest leap in hindsight. They both knew of each other's reputations. They often jokingly called each other "slut" and "skank" when nobody else was around. By the time Oliver graduated high school, Anne had dated or screwed most of the football team, a good chuck of the basketball team, and even a few of her fellow cheerleaders. Meanwhile, Oliver made his way through a sizable portion of the cheer squad, along with any other girl willing to open her legs for him. Anne couldn't get through a single sleepover without waking up to at least one of her friends limping out of his room after a hard night's work.

They both knew the other liked sex so there was really only one barrier that needed to be taken down. A barrier that fell in only fifteen seconds and without a single word.

Anne made the first move of course. She was never one to back down once her mind was made up about something. And so, Anne approached her brother, nervous in front of a boy for the first time in her life. She fell to her knees and looked up, receiving a timid nod. Approval received, she sucked his massive cock into her mouth and finally got to experience first-hand what her friends constantly gossiped about.

She soon realized they had been lying.

They were underselling him by a lot.

Oliver was her perfect partner. Patient, a generous lover, and never took anything too seriously. He could make her laugh in one minute and cum hard the next without breaking his rhythm for a moment. As a bonus, he was the best pussy eater she'd ever met.

Meanwhile, Oliver constantly praised her blowjob skills based off the many reviews he left down her throat and across her face. And he especially appreciated her well-endowed chest she was so proud of. She knew that while he would stick it in any hole that was willing, he was always a boob man first and foremost. And as fate would have it, his sister was exactly his type.

To top it off, they were both just as insatiable as the other. Any moment or place they could get just a few minutes of privacy, they were instantly on each other. In their bedrooms, in Oliver's car and any bathroom they could find were just a few of their regular locations.

Unfortunately, they got careless. After a large blowout fight, Anne tried to apologize with a late night blowjob and didn't bother to lock the door, leading to their sister, Nicole, catching Anne fully nude with Oliver's dick down her throat.

On the infinitely long list of people they didn't want to be caught by, Nicole was easily at the very top. If their parents found out, the siblings were pretty sure the worst-case scenario would be one or both of them being kicked out. And even that wasn't very likely, knowing their parents.

Nicole's worst-case scenario was far, far worse.

*******

Anne woke up feeling terrible, an unfamiliar alarm blaring in her ear. She felt a weight across her back and something poking at her butt. Normally, waking up next to Oliver was a pleasant way to start the day.

On that particular Thursday however, it was a crashing reminder of the horrible situation they were in.

The siblings had spent hours the previous night panicking. Due to sleep deprivation and stress, they never managed to come up with anything productive, mostly just thinking of new ways to say how screwed they were. Eventually, exhaustion won out and Anne fell asleep, crying into Oliver's chest.

"Today's gonna fucking suck," Anne said groggily.

"Yeah," Oliver agreed, reaching over her and shutting his alarm off.

Oliver's morning wood slid between her legs. On any other day, she would have happily slipped under the covers and taken care of it for him, but that morning neither of them were in any mood to fool around.

Anne slid out of the bed, naked, and began gathering the bra and panties she'd tossed away the previous night, along with a large sweatshirt she found on a hangar that no one else seemed to be using at the moment. The shirt hung low like a dress on her, masking the fact she was only wearing underwear underneath. Her chest felt tight and a fog clouded her mind. She couldn't bring herself to look at Oliver. Fully dressed, she moved to the door.

"Anne, we should probably talk abou-" Oliver started.

"Later," Anne cut him off, "I can't right now."

"Anne..." said Oliver, concerned.

"I'll skip after school cheer ok? Pick me up and we can figure this out."

Oliver was quiet for a moment.

"Alright," he conceded.

Anne left her brother's room and immediately ran into their mother coming out of the master bedroom, causing Anne to go through every curse word she knew in her head.

"Anne? What were you doing in Oliver's room this early?" she asked with mild concern.

"We had a talk last night and I fell asleep in his bed," replied Anne with no hesitation.

She always found lying to be easiest when it was by omission. Nothing she said was technically inaccurate. Besides, the lie was far more believable than the full truth.

"Oh, ok. Does that mean you two made up?" she asked.

"Made up?"

"Yeah, he's been in a terrible mood lately, especially around you."

"Oh... right, I completely forgot about that," Anne said honestly, "Yeah we made up then talked about other things for a while."

Her mom inspected Anne like a poker player searching for tells.

"You're sure? You still don't seem all that happy," she said in her best worried mother voice.

"I... I'm fine. Just didn't get much sleep last night."

Her mother gave her a look Anne was all too familiar with. The "I know you're not telling me everything but I trust you" look.

"Alright, let me know if you need help sweetie," she said, wrapping Anne in a hug.

"Thanks Mom," Anne replied somberly, not realizing how much she had needed the hug.

Anne went through her morning routine, thankful Oliver had the foresight to set his alarm early enough to give her the extra time she needed. Anne and Oliver didn't share the shower as they usually did, giving Anne some time to think, much to her chagrin. Unsurprisingly, Nicole made herself scarce, though that wasn't altogether out of the ordinary.

Despite "making up" with Oliver, the house was still just as quiet as it had been the previous week. The tension had been replacing with an awkward, uncomfortable silence as Anne couldn't find it in herself to pretend everything was fine. Even on the drive to school, she simply stared out into the dark. Oliver respected her wishes and didn't try to prod her. Anne knew they both needed time to think. Upon arrival, Anne stepped out of the car, turning back to give a halfhearted thanks.

"Love you," Oliver said, surprising her.

"Love you too," she said, forcing a smile, "See you after school."

The siblings weren't much for sentimentality. Anne could easily count her brother as her closest friend, and he was certainly her favorite fuck buddy, but overt affection was a bit too cheesy for her taste. Which was why she was just as surprised at her own reply.

She shut the door and headed to morning cheer practice, thankful it wasn't a uniform practice day and she could wear her more comfortable gym clothes. Her co-captain, Jen, took the lead for most of the session. Anne simply went through the motions, speaking up just enough to remind everyone she was there.

Evidently it wasn't enough.

"What the hell crawled up your ass today?" Jen said after pulling Anne to the side as the rest of the team went to the showers.

Anne sighed, not looking forward to another lecture from her friend.

"It's just some family drama," Anne explained, "I'll get over it."

"When?" Jen demanded, annoyed, "You've been pissy for weeks now! You better get it resolved by after school practice."

"Hmmmm," Anne hummed with the look of someone about to break bad news.

"What?" Jen spat, knowing she would hate what Anne had to say.

"I'm really sorry, but I can't make it to practice today,"

"Anne, I swear to God if you're running off to suck di-"

"It's about Nicole," Anne cut her off.

Jen's face immediately softened.

"Nicole?! What's wrong? Is she ok?" she asked, worried.

It wasn't surprising Jen showed concern for Nicole. At Anne's request, the cheer squad basically acted as Nicole's guardian angels, not that she knew it. Anne understood that any overt attention would make Nicole uncomfortable, so Anne had her friends and teammates keep an eye out and report anything of note straight to Anne.

She had been shocked at the sheer amount of relatively good news.

Through their eyes, they constantly reported the small acts of kindness Nicole would constantly do. Leaving assignments in a place they could be easily copied by struggling classmates, returning lost items without the owner ever knowing they were missing, and even donating her own spare school supplies without a word. All accomplished anonymously through an almost supernatural gift of stealth and sleight of hand. Even when they didn't spot it themselves, if something positive happened without explanation, every cheerleader knew Nicole was most likely involved.

Anne wasn't blind. She knew how popular she was. Thankfully, she preferred to use her status to make friends and have fun rather than be a stereotypical "mean girl". She was well aware the influence she had and usually tried to use it for good. There was really only one way she used her power selfishly and it was to enforce one simple rule.

Do. Not. Fuck. With. Nicole.

The few who broke that rule would become Pariah #1. It didn't matter if you were a bottom of the barrel weeb or the star quarterback. Mess with Nicole and your life for the next few weeks would be miserable.

Naturally, Anne wasn't merciless. If you learned your lesson, she would "allow" the school to forgive you. But until then, your social life would be dead in the water. Of course, she tried to discourage bullying of any kind in the school, but Nicole was always her priority. A fact Jen knew well.

"She's... I don't know," Anne admitted honestly, "That's what I need to find out as soon as possible."

"Got it, take all the time you need," Jen said, patting Anne's shoulder.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it," Anne replied, glad she had such good friends.

Despite her constant nagging, there was a reason Jen was one of her favorite exes.

*******

Unfortunately, a lecture from Jen was only the start of a crappy day.

In AP Biology, Anne's partner didn't bother doing his half of a report, forcing her to waste a few minutes sweet talking Mr. Lucas into giving her extra time to do it herself. Naturally, he was happy to give her what she wanted. She worked hard to be every teacher's favorite student, and didn't even need to flirt with them to do so, unlike a certain friend of hers.

Sometimes, the slutty side of her mind wished she could seduce one of the hotter teachers in exchange for better grades. God knows she wouldn't have minded getting some "extra credit" from her AP History teacher. But alas, her As were just as natural as her 30Fs, and no matter how hot she found that fantasy, she couldn't bring herself to sabotage her own flawless grades.

"Stupid little shit's been telling me for weeks he was almost done!" Anne fumed, "How the hell is he in AP?!"

That, combined with her anxiety about Nicole, not having any of her usual 'stress relief' for the last few weeks, and her realizing she forgot to pack a lunch left her murderously angry by the time she entered the cafeteria.

"Hey Anne," her friend Skylar said cheerfully as she sat down at their usual table with most of the cheerleading team, "Woah! You look even worse than yesterday. You're sure you're alright?"

"No, but I'll live," Anne said dismissively, scowling down at the "food" the cafeteria served her.

"More problems with Oliver I assume?" Angel asked, looking somewhat annoyed Anne still hadn't resolved her issues.

"Kinda? I mostly just caused another problem with Nicole, so now I'm just a different kind of screwed," Anne admitted with a sigh.

"What'd'ya do to her this time?" Lindsay asked, coming from behind and sitting next to Anne.

"Why do you assume I did something to her?" Anne asked, offended.

Lindsay stared at Anne, an uncharacteristic look of judgment in her eyes.

"No reason," she said before taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Whatever," Anne replied, rolling her eyes, "I'll get over it. Anyway, you guys ready for the last game of the season?"

"God no. It's gonna be freezing!" Angel complained.

"Oh it'll be fine," Skylar reassured, "The weather said it probably won't even rain."

Angel groaned, likely wishing she could simply curl up in a blanket that night play video games with her main friend group. Angel had been designated the team nerd almost immediately after joining. With her short stature and skinny build, she was far more comfortable in a classroom than a gym. Why she wanted to join cheer rather than hang out with her tabletop games group, Anne had no idea. Still, she qualified fair and square and was exceptionally useful when balancing the team's budget.

Skylar, ever the team mom, patted Angel's back, "Don't worry, you can borrow a pair of my thermal tights."

"Thanks," Angel muttered, though her expression made it clear she was still dreading the cold.

"So, anyone doing anything after the game?" Anne asked.

"Lewis is throwin' a party at his place. I promised Darren I'd blow him there if they won," Lindsay said with a wry grin.

"Oh please," Anne said, nudging her friend, "You'd ride him all night if they lost a hundred to nothing."

"Yeah, but he doesn't need to know that," Lindsay smirked," What about you? You planning on 'rewarding' any of 'em?"

"Ugh, not this time. I'm not in the mood," Anne said.

That's not to say Anne wasn't incredibly pent up. She was weeks into what was easily the longest dry spell she'd ever had after becoming sexually active. Her overwhelming irritability made her realize she could never make it as a celibate.

"Suit yourself. More for me," said Lindsay.

Skylar then perked up, swallowing her food quickly to speak.

"Hey Anne, before I forget, I heard Nicole was apparently the only one to get a over a 90% on our Pre-Calc test. Ms. Lewis made a big show of it to the class."

"I can't imagine Nikki enjoyed the attention," Angel piped up.

"Oh she didn't. She looked like she was about to drop dead on the spot as Lewis rambled on."

"Uuugh," Anne groaned, "Why can't I ever get a single bit of good news about her without something ruining it?"

"At this point, I'd just take what I can get," shrugged Angel.

"Yeah... fair enough."

Further up the long table, one of the sophomore cheerleaders nervously called to Anne, a question on her face.

Anne sighed, put on her Friend to Everyone face and stood up.

"Back in a sec, duty calls."

*******

After an exhausting day at school, Anne was glad to spot her brother's pitch-black mustang sitting in his usual pickup spot. She was less happy to see Lindsay leaning into the passenger window.

"C'mon Ollie, Anne can wait for a bit," Lindsay said, not noticing Anne approaching the car.

"Sorry, not today Lindsay," Oliver replied with a reluctance in his voice that annoyed Anne.

"Not even for a few minutes? I can guarantee you won't last more than- EEP!" Lindsay yelped as Anne smacked her ass.

"Don't you have practice to get to?" Anne said, folding her arms.

"I can spare a few minutes for my best friend's cute brother," Lindsay said with a sultry smirk in Oliver's direction.

"Well we're busy right now so if you wouldn't mind..." Anne said, not in the mood for her friend's "playfulness" that day.

"Fine..." conceded Lindsay before leaning back into the window, "Byyye~ Ollie."

"Hope to see you soon Lindsay," Oliver said with a million dollar smile, incapable of turning off his charm.

"See ya tomorrow Anne. Say hi to Nikki for me," Lindsay called out as she skipped away.

"Oh please, Nicole doesn't even know who you are," Anne scowled, her friend already too far away to say it aloud.

"Hey," said Oliver, unlocking the door.

"Hey," Anne replied, sitting down and tossing her bag in the back seat.

With Anne skipping practice, the lot was much more cramped as two thousand students tried to leave the school at the same time. Anne stayed silent to give Oliver a chance to concentrate on the madness. With some creative shortcuts through a neighborhood, Oliver managed to get the car away from the bustling school.

For a while the drive was silent. Anne wasn't sure what she should say. But she definitely knew what she wanted to say.

"FUUUUCK!!!" Anne screamed, causing the car to jerk when Oliver jumped in shock.

"FUCKING GOD DAMN IT!!!" she yelled again, hitting the dashboard with every word.

"ANNE! What the hell?!" Oliver asked, trying to concentrate on the road.

"We finally make up after that stupid fight and IMMEDIATELY have to deal with this BULLSHIT?!" Anne continued her rant.

Anne was referring to what they had been fighting about for the past 3 weeks. Anne had convinced her brother to help her raid Nicole's room in a rare instance she was out of the house while they were home. With the idea of harming Nicole in any way making him genuinely sick, Oliver had been reluctant to violate her privacy. The fact that Anne had somehow pressured him into not only invading her room, but having full blown sex in her bed had caused Oliver a horrific amount of guilt. Combined with a misunderstanding caused by Nicole losing a shirt, they had a blowout fight that lasted for weeks.

It wasn't until the previous night that Anne made the first move in reconciliation, attempting to give a make-up blowjob. Of course, with Nicole interrupting, Anne was feeling rather overwhelmed.

"THE ONE TIME! THE ONE FUCKING TIME she actually comes to us instead of having to bang on her door and hope she answers! She couldn't have come to us at ANY OTHER GOD DAMN TIME!?"

"Well, I assume she wanted to talk to both of us alone," Oliver said, "And whenever we're alone, we tend to..."

Oliver trailed off, the implication obvious.

Anne leaned forward and screamed into her hands, not wanting her frustration to deafen them both.

Coming to a red light, Oliver stroked her back soothingly.

"It'll be alright... we'll uh... figure it out," Oliver tried to reassure her, unconvincingly.

Anne took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She had been holding that tantrum in all day and was glad she could let it out.

"Alright! First things first," Anne said confidently, surprising Oliver at her shift in mood, "We need to find out if she knows. Like you said last night, she could have assumed I was just some random girl you brought over. God know it wouldn't have been the first time."

"Anne... I was just saying that 'cause I was panicking," Oliver admitted, "There's no way in hell she doesn't know it was you."

"How would you know?" Anne asked scowling, "She only saw me from behind."

"No one has an ass like yours," Oliver said, a grin spreading across his face.

She tried to maintain her frown, but Oliver's goofy jokes were her kryptonite.

"Don't make me laugh!" giggled Anne, lightly slapping his tree trunk arm, "I'm trying to be serious here!"

"Alright, alright, fine. Let's assume she might not know. What now?"

"We... talk to her, I guess? See how she reacts."

"So we do what you just said? Knock on her door and hope she answers?"

"Hmmm.... no. She'll be bunkered in her room for a while after something like this. If we leave her alone for most of the night, she'll probably come out for dinner though."

"Oh good, then we'll have mom and dad to back us up when we ask if she saw you sucking my dick," Oliver said sarcastically.

Anne rolled her eyes.

"I mean, I'll just jump her on her way to dinner. I'll talk just long enough to find out if she knows about me."

"Just you? What about me?"

"Ollie... I hate to say it but assuming she doesn't know I was there, you're still the last person on Earth she'd wanna talk to right now. You definitely need to give her as much space as possible."

"Y-you're right..." Oliver said quietly.

"Hey, it's fine. She'll get over it! Maybe in a few days you can sit her down and have your own talk."

"Yeah," Oliver agreed before adding, "Though if it turns out she does know it was you, we should probably go together."

Anne sighed.

"Yeah..."

As selfish as it was, Anne really hoped it would exclusively be Oliver's problem.

*******

"Dinner's ready!" Dad called up the stairs to his kids.

"Way ahead of you," thought Anne.

Anne stood silently next to the wall of the landing of the stairs, waiting for Nicole to come down the hall. As instructed, Oliver was already downstairs "helping" prepare dinner so he couldn't interrupt when Anne ambushed Nicole. Hearing Nicole's door open, Anne waited to pounce.

"..."

"Is... Is she coming?" Anne wondered, not hearing any footsteps coming down the notoriously creaky hall.

Suddenly, Nicole appeared in front of her, silent as a ghost.

"JESUS!" Anne mentally exclaimed, her ambush reversed, though Nicole hadn't noticed her yet.

She quickly composed herself and stepped from her hiding spot, "Hey Nikki, what's up?"

"EEP!" Nicole jumped, "O-oh uh... hey... um... n-nothing. H-how are y-you?"

Anne studied Nicole, looking for clues. As usual, Nicole's eyes found a lovely spot on the wall to stare at while they spoke. Nicole was nervous and evasive, fiddling with her hands and looking like she was about to sprint away if Anne even twitched in her direction. Talking to Anne was blatantly the last thing she wanted to do.

"..."

"That tells me nothing. She's always like this," Anne thought, deciding to add a bit more pressure.

"You sure dude?" said Anne in her best concerned voice, "You look like somethings' up. Is someone bothering you at school? I can talk to them if you want."

"No, I-I'm fine," her sister replied barely louder than a pin dropping, "It's just a bit... h-hot in here..."

"Uh-huh," Anne said, knowing full well it was a chilly November day and the house couldn't be a single degree above 65°, "By the way, you didn't happen to hear anything weird last night, did ya? I think Ollie might have brought some friends over."

Nicole seized up and peeked up at Anne's face. For a moment, they looked at each other, each having a question on their face.

"I-I didn't see a-anything," Nicole said, once more looking away and slinking backwards.

"Gotcha," Anne thought smugly.

With the evidence she needed and Nicole attempting to escape, she decided to wrap up the short interrogation.

"Well, if you ever need to talk, I'm here," she said gently.

"Ok, thanks," Nicole replied, a hollow platitude.

Anne had long ago lost track of how many times she said that to her sister. No matter how much she hoped, Nicole never took her or anyone else in the family up on that offer. It killed Anne to think about how alone her twin was.

She knew better than to go for a hug.

Anne descended the stairs first, Nicole following at her usual distance. Dinner was as uncomfortable as expected with Anne and Oliver trying to pretend everything was fine with forced conversation.

If their parents noticed anything was amiss, they didn't make it known as they went about their daily gossip session. Nicole was dead silent unless spoken to. That much was normal, but it was compounded with a haunting thousand yard stare Anne tried to ignore, telling herself it will all be fine soon.

After dinner, Anne and Oliver discreetly made their way to the basement, separately to avoid attention. They met in front of the entertainment center, the cables from multiple decade-old game consoles threatening to trip them at any moment.

Well?" Oliver asked eagerly.

"She definitely knows," said Anne, downcast.

"Shit," said Oliver, "How'd you find out?"

"She slipped up," Anne said, perking up a bit at the opportunity to brag about her detective skills, "I asked her if she heard anything last night. She said she didn't see anything."

"..."

"So?" Oliver asked, shrugging.

"Dude come on!" exclaimed Anne, annoyed at her brother's ignorance, "She basically admitted to seeing me!"

"No, she basically admitted to seeing SOMETHING. That doesn't mean she knows it's you."

"W-Wait... but..." Anne stammered, "She lied though! She told me she didn't see anything, but she did!"

"Anne... We already knew that..." Oliver spoke like he was explaining math to a toddler, "If Nicole caught some girl blowing me, I really doubt she, of all people, would run to you to gossip about it."

The gears in Anne's head churned slowly.

".... GOD DAMN IT!"

Oliver burst out laughing, pointing at his embarrassed sister.

"It's not funny!" she said, pouting.

"You thought you were being so smart!" Oliver howled as he doubled over.

"Shut uuuup!" whined Anne.

Wiping a tear from his eye and with a stupid grin remaining plastered on his face, Oliver laughter slowly fizzled out.

"Ok, so we've accomplished absolutely nothing," summarized Oliver, still chuckling to himself.

Anne groaned.

"And I really doubt she's gonna give me another chance to talk anytime soon," she added.

Oliver sighed, "So what now?"

"I... don't know," Anne replied, "Play it by ear, I guess? Maybe she'll come to us? Or maybe I'll get another chance alone with her?"

"We're still talking about Nicole, right?" Oliver snarked, "The one who willingly says maybe five words a month to any of us? And I can't remember the last time I was alone with her and KNEW I was alone with her."

"Right, the ice pack thing," Anne said, recalling Oliver's ravings a few weeks prior.

"YES EXACTLY! She was in the same room as me and I had no idea! It was sweet as hell of her to give me the pack but God damn did it scare the hell out of me when it just... APPEARED next to me!"

"Are you sure she didn't just leave it out and you didn't notice it when you came in?"

"For the last time YES! It wasn't there when I came in and was frozen solid, like it just came straight from the freezer!"

"God..." Anne muttered, "Well I guess that isn't all that out of character for her, creepy and kind as it was. With how sneaky she is, it's a miracle hasn't caught us before last night."

"I know right!?"

Both siblings paused and took a moment to subtly glance around the hopefully empty basement.

"We should... uh... we should head back upstairs..." Oliver said uneasily.

"Wait. Before we go..." Anne said as she pulled her shirt up and off.

"What are you doing?!" Oliver asked, panicked as his sister undid her bra and let it drop to the floor.

"I don't know about you, but I've been stressing out all day. I need to unwind," Anne said with her hands on her hips and a confidant smile as Oliver ogled her bare torso.

"Are you serious?!" Oliver asked.

"Yep."

"How can you possibly be thinking of fucking at a time like this!?" Oliver asked indignantly as he undid his jeans.

"How can you not?" retorted Anne, dropping to her knees as her brother's pants hit the floor, "Unless you rubbed one out at some point, I'm pretty sure I left you high and dry since last night."

"Ugh, don't remind me," he said as Anne pulled his inflating cock out of his boxers.

Anne got to work immediately, sucking the impressively sized flaccid cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as she fondled his balls. Oliver sighed in approval, stroking his sister's hair as she blew him.

The cock grew in her mouth, eventually big enough to no longer fit comfortably. She brought her other hand up to gently stroke the shaft as she bobbed up and down on her favorite toy. She took the cock from her mouth and slid her tongue down the side and along the bottom, back and forth, before planting a kiss on the head and sliding it back in her warm mouth. This time however, the cock slid further and further until the head was nestled deep in her throat, her nose buried in Oliver's bush.

"God, you're fucking perfect," Oliver groaned, looking down at his sister as she choked herself on his dick.

Anne's heart fluttered for a moment. No matter how platonic their sex was, getting a compliment from a boy as sexy as Oliver was bound stoke any girl's ego. She looked up at him with her best puppy eyes, knowing how much it tended to set him off. It had the desired affect as his thick meat twitched in her throat. Finally she couldn't hold it any longer and came up for air, multiple strands of spit connecting her lips to his cock.

"You wanna finish in my mouth and fuck me in round two or just go straight for my pussy?" she asked as she stroked his slick shaft, knowing Oliver loved when she used dirty words.

Oliver thought for a moment, enjoying Anne's magic hands on his tool.

"Bend over the couch," Oliver ordered, offering his hand.

He helped her to her feet and she quickly hopped onto the couch, kneeling on the soft cushions and resting her arms on the back. Oliver lifted her skirt and pulled her panties tot eh side, revealing her dripping pussy. He began fingering her wet hole, expertly manipulating the soft flesh as he prepared her for his cock.

"Oh GOD!" Anne yelled as quietly as she could, "C'mon, fuck me already!"

Anne used a hand to spread her ass and pussy wide, inviting her brother to go to town. Not needing to be told twice, Oliver lined his cock up and plunged inside like he had so many time before. Her pussy lips spread obscenely over his shaft as he sank deeper in her warm hole.

As he began thrusting, all of Anne's worries and anxieties washed away. Her brother's cock was always the fastest way to calm her down. Oliver knew exactly how she liked it. Quick thrusts in and out followed by a period of slowly easing it back and forth to really tease her. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her into onto his cock.

"God, Ollie, YES! Just like that! Oh fuck I missed this. I missed you fucking me like this! GOD!"

Oliver wrapped his large hand around her throat and pulled her head back. She arched her back uncomfortably to accommodate as his tongue invaded her mouth. She was in heaven. She was never happier than when someone was fucking her senseless. That went doubly so for her beloved brother. His pleasure was her pleasure.

An orgasm rocked her body as Oliver grabbed her ponytail and used it for leverage to fuck her even harder.

"I hope -ungh- you don't -ungh- let other guys -ungh- treat you like -ungh- this," Oliver said, slowing his thrusts to deep and powerful ones that made her ass clap against his thighs.

"Ah! Ah! AH!!," Anne panted, "Of course not. You're the only one who can fuck me like this Ollie! OH GOD RIGHT THERE!"

She came again, her pussy juice running down both of their legs. Oliver picked up the pace, fucking for his own pleasure now. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she bit the couch underneath her massive brothers assault of her pussy. Faster and faster he fucked her, until finally she felt him stop and his cock spasm, depositing a load of cum deep inside her. Feeling the warm goo set off her third orgasm, her pussy contracting around her brothers cock, squeezing every last drop into her.

Anne fought to stay awake in the wake of her thunderous orgasm. She had always had the odd quirk of passing out any time she came hard enough, as much as it annoyed her. Oliver had told her he found it cute, causing her to give carte blanche permission to finish even after she passed out. This time, she wanted to stay awake just a bit longer.

With both of them spent, Oliver withdrew from Anne's messy cunt, a mixture of their fluids flowing out after like wine out of an uncorked bottle. Anne collapsed into the couch, taking deep, ragged breaths as her body twitched involuntarily. Oliver leaned over and lovingly kissed the back of her head before sitting next to her. Anne flopped over onto her back, more cum spilling onto the thankfully leather couch.

Oliver waved his shrinking cock around a bit, inviting her to clean him up, one of her favorite parts of sex.

"He knows me so well," Anne thought, leaning over and taking his slimy cock back into her mouth.

The taste was irrelevant to her as she slid her tongue and lips over every inch of his groin, cleaning him up as best she could with how sex drunk she was. Oliver stroked her hair gently, sending shivers down her spine. Moments like that were what she lived for. Safe in her brother's lap, all her problems felt so far away.

She came one final time, not even needing to touch herself. With his flaccid dick still in her mouth, she shivered violently, signaling to Oliver what was happening.

"Anne?" he asked, "ANNE! Do NOT pass out! Everyone's still up! There's no way I can get you to your roo-"

Oliver's voice faded in her mind as her brain shut off like a light switch.

*******

"Are you sure you're warm enough dear?" Mom asked Anne from the driver's seat of the family SUV, "We can stop by the store and grab something to wear under your skirt if you want."

"Yeah, we still have a bit of time," Dad concurred from the passenger seat.

"It's fine, I'm pretty sure I have something in my locker already," Anne said in the back, hoping she was remembering correctly.

Anne wasn't particularly excited about the idea of running around in a crop top and skirt for two or three hours on a chilly November evening.

"So, last game of the season," Dad said, "You excited?"

"Last football game," Anne corrected, "We still have basketball starting pretty soon. Plus, the cheer team is probably going to Nationals in February so we're still gonna be pretty busy."

"I'd ask if you can keep up with your school work as well but..." Mom said, "I know you. You'll do great."

"Heh, thanks," Anne grinned, always a sucker for praise.

"So Anne..." Dad started slowly, making her nervous, "You haven't happened to talk to Nicole recently, have you?"

"I mean... I talked to her for like five seconds last night if that counts," Anne said quickly, "Just the usual 'How are you' followed by the usual 'I say I'm fine but I'm obviously not fine' from her."

She saw her parents grimace sadly in the mirrors. For whatever reason, they had got in in their heads that Anne was the only one in the family Nicole ever talked to. In reality, Anne was just the only one nosy enough to badger more than a couple words out of Nicole on a regular basis. Beyond anything to do with Anne and Oliver's secret, she knew about as much about her reclusive sister as they did.

"How's she doing in school?" Mom asked.

"I heard she got a pretty good score on a test recently," Anne said, omitting the negative half of the story.

"Well that's good I suppose," Dad sighed.

Anne always hated these conversations. The bi-weekly "What's wrong with Nicole" talk was always a depressing reminder of how badly the family was failing her. None of them knew how to help her. Trying to talk to her felt like cornering a small animal. Leaving her alone just pushed her further away. Even at dinner, the only time they consistently saw her, they could barely get a full sentence before she started fighting back tears.

"Is anything going on with her at all, lately?" Dad asked, desperate for any information on his daughter.

"Yes, but you sure as hell aren't going to find out what if I have anything to say about it," Anne thought.

"She's been going out every once in a while, but I have no idea where," said Mom, "On that note, I don't even know how she gets around! Every once in a while, I just notice her door is open and she's nowhere in the house."

"I saw a yellow car in the driveway last week I didn't recognize. Maybe she has a friend?" Dad pondered.

"Dad c'mon, be serious," said Anne, "That was probably an Uber or something. Maybe she's just going out to grab something to eat. God knows she skips enough meals for that to be necessary."

"Maybe... Is she using the credit card at all?" Mom asked Dad, hopefully.

"Yeah, all the time," said Dad, "But she seems to just order everything online! I saw her grabbing a package the other week, but she looked like she was caught committing a murder from how she looked at me. All I did was ask her what it was!"

"What was it?" Anne asked.

"I don't even know! She said it was a game for her computer but she was obviously lying. I didn't want to upset her so I just let her go."

"Have you checked our account? What does it say she's buying?" Mom asked.

"I try to give her a bit of privacy but the last time I checked, it was mostly stuff for her computer and a bunch of receipts from a website called 'Steam'. I don't know what that is but it sounds kinda... dirty."

"I'm pretty sure that's just a video game store, dear," Mom said.

"Well that's not too bad," Anne piped up, "Maybe she can make some friends through that."

"Eeeh, I hope not," said Mom, "Who knows what kind of online creeps would try to pick up a sweetheart like her."

"Well, from what little I know about her, she's shy but she isn't stupid," Anne said, "I'm sure she's smart enough to know not to hang out with internet weirdos."

"That's what every parent says until it happens," Dad muttered.

Mom exhaled loudly, clearly frustrated, "This would be so much easier if she would just talk to us! Are we really that terrifying to her?!"

"Preaching to the fucking choir on that one Mom," Anne thought.

"It's just anxiety... probably," said Dad, "She'll have to talk to us eventually. Once she's graduated, she has to start looking into colleges. She'll probably need our help then, right?"

"You're right..." Mom sighed, "She can't hide in her room forever."

"Oh, she doesn't. She leaves pretty often actually. You ever notice her sneaking around the house?" Anne said.

Mom laughed, lightening the mood in the car.

"Not recently but that reminds me... Have I told you the story of how she found out Santa wasn't real, years before you or Ollie? Your dad and I were wrapping presents in the living room on Christmas Eve after we put you all to bed. I turn to grab the scissors and-"

Anne interrupted, having heard the story a thousand times, "Nikki was sitting on the couch with a juice box, dead silent, staring at you like The Grudge."

"She about gave me a damn heart attack!" Mom wailed in laughter.

"If all else fails, she's got a promising career in espionage ahead of her!" Dad joked, eliciting another round of laughter from the car as they pulled into the packed High School parking lot.

Pulling alongside the curb, Anne hopped out of the excessively large vehicle. A packed crowd was walking into stands of the football field and she saw a few players and her teammates walking into the school itself to get ready. She felt a chilly breeze wash over the bare skin of her midriff and legs. She was at least glad her outfit had sleeves to retain even a little heat.

"Bye sweetie!" Mom yelled from the drives seat.

"Have fun! We'll see you from the stands," Dad said.

"Yep! See you there," Anne replied, turning to leave before remembering something and turning back, "Oh right! You guys don't need to wait for me. Ollie'll be here soon and we were gonna hang out for a bit after the game."

"Alright, we won't wait up then," Dad said with a smile.

They repeated their goodbyes and Anne was off to the lockers, weaving through the excited crowd of spectators. She noticed a familiar waist length ponytail and ran to meet her.

"Hey Lindsay," Anne said, patting her on the shoulder.

"Hey Anne," Lindsay replied, her smile turning to a frown, "Did you seriously not bring leggings?!"

"Oh shut up MOM, I probably have a spare in my locker," Anne said, waving her hand dismissively.

"Just like you 'probably' have your wallet with you whenever we go out to eat?"

"Exactly! Wait... no..." Anne replied, realizing she was being called out, "Anyways, it doesn't matter. It's the last game we'll be cheering outside so I can live with it."

"Your funeral. Hey when you die, can you leave me Oliver and Nicole?"

"Bite me."

"No thanks, don't wanna get brain freeze," Lindsay teased, "Speaking of those two, are they here?"

"Nah, Ollie's gonna be here late thanks to evening classes and Nikki is... Nikki," replied Anne, thinking about her sister sitting alone at home.

"Bummer. I was hoping to hang out with at least one of them."

Anne scrunched her face, "What could you possibly want to do with Oliv- Never mind, I don't wanna know."

"I was hoping mouth stuff but if he has a condom on hand, I'd see where the night takes us!" Lindsay chirped.

"SHUT UUUP!" Anne yelled, covering her ears and jogging ahead of her promiscuous friend.

Despite being far more intimate with Oliver than any sibling should, Anne was still reasonably grossed out when hearing second hand accounts of his conquests, a feeling that was mutual according to Oliver. They were happy to gossip with each other about their extra-familial trysts, but hearing other people try to brag to her face about fucking her brother just weirded her out.

The pair of cheerleaders joined up with the rest of their team, each at varying levels of comfort. Most had been sensible enough to bring leggings. Angel managed to fit a green undershirt beneath the tight uniform, covering her midriff. That, along with the leggings Skylar promised her, made her easily the warmest girl there.

"I didn't even know that was an option," Anne thought jealously, wondering why Jen wasn't riding Angel's ass about altering her uniform.

"Oh right! I'm also a captain!" she remembered, "I can tell her to-"

"..."

"Eh, I don't fucking care."

Despite all her academic accomplishments, being co-captain of the cheer squad was easily her most neglected responsibility.

To no surprise, Anne did not have a spare pair of leggings in her locker, leaving her legs looking just as sexy as they were frigid. Thankfully, going through the cheer routines throughout the game warmed her up a little, but by the halftime dance number, even that was losing its effectiveness.

"God I hate football..." Anne said, sharing a blanket with Lindsay that her parents had provided when the squad took a short break.

*******

"THAT'S IT!" Anne thought to herself, "I'm dressing like Nicole for the rest of my life! Just thick hoodies and jeans forever! At least then I'll be warm!"

The game was finally wrapping up, and the end couldn't have come a moment sooner. While not in any risk medically, as they would've been pulled from the game long ago, the cheer squad was still miserable as they slogged through their routines to the end. Anne brightened up a bit when she saw Oliver in the stands, excitedly jumping up and down with the rest of the crowd. She managed to catch his eye.

"Warm the car up," Anne mouthed at her brother through chittering teeth.

Oliver gave her a thumbs up and began shuffling his way through the stands towards the parking lot, leaving Anne to suffer the final few minutes of the game with the squad. Their team was losing, but only barely. With Oliver graduating the previous year, they had gone from one of the best in the state to respectably middle of the road. Not that Anne really cared. Despite her brother's talent for football, she was always more of a basketball fan.

With the final whistle sounding, the team morosely trudged off the field, three points short of a win.

"Guess Lindsay's giving Darren a pity blowjob rather than a celebratory one," Anne thought, knowing Lindsay wouldn't care either way.

The cheer squad ran to find various warming methods, from donated jackets and blankets to sudden showings of affection in the form of tight hugs with friends and family. Angel picked the latter option as she buried her face in Skylar's ample chest, reminding Anne of the other reason Skylar was known as the team mom.

"Good job girls! See ya Monday!" Anne yelled over the crowd to the shivering cheerleaders before booking it to Oliver's car.

She found it in his usual spot in the student parking lot. Despite the crowd, the student lot was almost empty, being relatively far from the school. Oliver flashed his headlights to make she saw him.

Opening the driver side door, she immediately yelled, "YOU COULDN'T HAVE PARKED ANY CLOSER?!"

"I figured you'd want some privacy so I can help you warm up," Oliver said, pulling his chair back and patting his legs.

"WELL YOU'RE RIGHT BUT FUCK IT'S COLD!" Anne finished her whining, climbing into his lap cowgirl style and shutting the door behind her.

She warmed up quickly as she cuddled into Oliver's broad chest, the car's heater blasting behind her. Oliver got to work warming up her legs by stroking her thighs, his toasty hands a welcome relief. Still though, she felt she could get even warmer. She scooted back away from Oliver and began undoing his pants.

"Y'know, for a second I was worried you might have had enough last night," Oliver said with a smirk as his sister pulled his zipper down, "But then I remembered that you're you."

"Oh please, we only did it twice. That's nothing."

The second time they had sex the previous night, Oliver had snuck a passed out Anne to her room and tucked her into bed. Before he could leave, her eyes flew open and she dragged her brother under her sheets, where they both stayed for the next few hours, sucking and fucking each other until Anne was fully unconscious. Anne smiled at the memory and was eager to make another as soon as possible.

Freeing his already engorged cock, she pulled her panties to the side and sat down, letting it slide deep inside her soaked pussy. She didn't normally wear such revealing underwear beneath her cheer uniform, but she knew she would be pouncing on Oliver as soon as the game was over and wanted to be prepared. She knew she ran the risk of an embarrassing upskirt in front of the large crowd. And that excited her.

"God yesss," she hissed in his ear.

She began rocking in his lap, her need for release growing as she felt his thick cock spasm inside her. She stayed like that for a few minutes, gyrating into him as he held large handfuls of her ass. She felt his finger's slip under her panties as he kneaded and fondled her perfectly round cheeks. She pulled back and started hopping in his lap.

"I fucking love this uniform," Oliver said, sliding his hands across her bare waist.

"I bet you do," Anne giggled, "God knows how many girls were wearing it as you fucked them. Bet you consider it nostalgic."

"There's that yeah... but I mostly love how god damn sexy you look in it," Oliver said, thrusting upward into his moaning sister.

"Though I gotta say...," he continued as he hooked his thumbs beneath her top. "... you look even better when you aren't wearing it."

He pulled her top up, letting her ample tits drop on her chest. His hands found them and began groping her mercilessly, tweaking her nipple as best he could as she bounced on his cock. She slowed her hips and fed a nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked the little nub as she bit her lip, eager to get back to fucking.

Oliver seemed to agree as he released her breast from his mouth with a pop, leaving a slick coating of saliva that chilled quickly, stiffening her nipple. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up and down on his cock, Anne only doing the bare minimum of effort as he pounded her. She held her tits to keep them from flying in all directions from the intense fucking, and because she knew her brother liked when she played with herself.

"Ollie! God I love the way you fuck me!" she moaned loudly, "I love you're how your cock stretches my pussy. FUCK OLLIE! FUCK ME!"

The car shook hard. Anyone outside would easily see the stress they were putting on the suspension as she bounced on his fat dick, but they didn't care. All Anne could think about was the pleasure her brother was giving her and her need to return it.

"FUCK!" she screamed as her first orgasm tore through her.

Her pussy clamped down on her brother's rod, squeezing it for all it's worth. Undeterred, Oliver continued to thrust up into her. She bucked wildly on top of him, matching him thrust for thrust. No matter how deep he went or how hard she was fucked, her pussy craved more and more.

His lips sucked her neck, just beneath her ear. She yelped happily, not caring if he left a bruise or not. Her eyes rolled back as they fucked away at each other for who knows how long, every minute better than the last.

Oliver pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Ride me to the finish," he said.

Anne grabbed his shoulders and bounced hard into his lap, each thrust filling her up entirely. She rode him fast and hard while her played with her tits. With a small pinch of her nipple, she rode through another orgasm, feeling a third quickly building. Every time she bottomed out sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body she couldn't get enough of.

"Fuck Anne," he groaned as his cock twitched inside, "Here it comes!"

She felt his cum soaking deep inside as his cock jerked with every spurt. She didn't stop though. She was on the verge as well as he coated her insides with an incestuous creampie. He grunted at her continued motion, his semen an unending torrent inside her. Finally, she too burst.

"AaaaaaAAAGH!" she screamed as a white light filled her head.

Oliver stroked cheek with a loving smile before leaning in for a deep, sensual kiss. Their tongues danced and wrestled as sperm dripped from her pussy and down his cock. Each time her cunt spasmed, a bit more cum was milked out.

They broke the kiss as he wrapped his strong arms around her. He hugged her close as they cuddled in post-orgasmic bliss. The siblings had made a terrible mess of themselves, drenched in sweat, cum and pussy juice. It wasn't the first time and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last if Anne had anything to say about it.

Her joy was interrupted when she felt Oliver move his left arm away from her.

"Ollie," she whispered sweetly into her brother's ear, "If you touch that fucking window switch, I'm going to start choking you."

"W-We need to air out-"

"To death, Ollie," Anne reiterated through gritted teeth, "Put. Your arm. Back."

Oliver complied, squeezing her tight. By then she had more than warmed up, feeling positively cozy in her brother's muscular arms. His breathing was slow and deep, his large chest rocking her back and forth.

After a few minutes simply enjoying one another's presence, Anne spoke up.

"Christ, I'm about to fall asleep!" she said, yawning, "Here, lemme in the passenger seat, before you have to drive home with my tits in your face."

"I can think of worse last sights to see before the car gets wrapped around a pole."

"Charming," she replied, climbing out of his lap, his cock falling limply out of her pussy.

In the passenger seat, she leaned down and licked the cum and pussy juice from his cock, getting a low groan from Oliver that warmed her soul. She tucked it back in its packaging for later use, though she hoped she wouldn't have to go without it for very long. As the previous few weeks had showed her, she couldn't function without daily access to her brother's cock.

"So..." Oliver said, "Now that we have some time alone, I think we should probably..."

"Go for round 2?"

"... talk about Nicole."

Anne folded her arms and pouted.

"I like my idea better."

"Anne..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she said, pulling her top down, "So I came up with a few ideas. One of them is even good."

"Ok, shoot," said Oliver, listening intently.

"Right. If she won't just talk to us without running away, we go with option one; we pretend it didn't happen."

"What?"

"We just act like everything's normal. Don't talk about it at all. If she tries to bring it up, we just act like she's crazy or something. She'll think she must've imagined the whole thing! Problem solved!"

Based on his face, Oliver was not a fan of that idea.

"Anne... for fucks sake, that's just gaslighting!" exclaimed Oliver.

Anne's face fell in shock.

"It is?"

"YES! It's like you were reading off the dictionary definition!"

"Shit... I knew I got that idea from somewhere," she said sheepishly, "It's fine I got a few more."

"I don't have much confidence considering what you started with."

"Shush. Alright then, how about we get more aggressive?" said Anne, "We barge into her room and force her talk to us! It's not like she's particularly hard to find..."

"I don't know..." Oliver grimaced, "That seems like it can easily backfire and make things ten times worse. Honestly, it would feel like bullying her into silence."

"Yeah I know, that's why it was option two. I was really banking on option one working."

"Well it sounds like you're out of ideas and we're shit outta luck. GREAT!" Oliver exclaimed.

Anne sighed, nervous about bringing up her last resort.

"Well there is... one more..."

"What?"

"You know..."

"Know what?" questioned Oliver impatiently.

"Well she already knows that we..."

"Dude just say it."

"If she has a confidence problem... you could always..."

"..."

"... Nooo," Oliver whispered in disbelief.

"C'mon! You know it would-"

"NO!"

"It's literally our last option beside telling mom and dad!"

"I AM NOT FUCKING MY LITTLE SISTER!"

Anger swelled inside her. Anne couldn't believe the bullshit she was hearing.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T FUCK YOUR LITTLE SISTER!? I CAN STILL TASTE YOUR GOD DAMN CUM IN MY MOUTH! WE'RE LITERALLY TWINS!"

"I meant the sister who hasn't screwed half the football team... INCLUDING ME!" Oliver exclaimed, "For christ's sake, we're talking about NICOLE! She probably doesn't even know what sex is!"

"I mean.... She is on the internet 24/7. I assume-"

"I'm not doing something that stupid off one of your assumptions Anne."

On some level, Anne understood his reluctance. With Nicole being the tiny porcelain doll she was, neither sibling was willing to do anything that could possibly hurt her. Anne, however, knew firsthand that making love to her brother was the furthest thing from a negative experience. And the subtle hints he unconsciously dropped told her he would be willing, given the opportunity. Which is why she constantly tried to nudge him in Nicole's direction, mostly with small jokes and comments trying to establish a link in his mind between Nicole and sex.

Her most overt effort was their expedition into Nicole's room. The incredible backfiring of that plan the second Oliver was hit with post-nut clarity did little to deter her overall goal.

"Well it's the only option we have left. If we can like... normalize it for her, maybe us screwing around won't be so traumatic."

"Anne that's genuinely the dumbest thing you've ever said."

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT?! I'M FREAKING OUT! WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO?!"

"Try talking to her again? Then we keep trying until we wear her down."

"Great idea!" said Anne, sarcastically, "Let's drag out option two until it becomes HARRASMENT! That'll solve everything!"

"Well it's still better that you're suggestion!"

"Is it? C'mon, we both know you've thought about her. Remember when we were in her room? You went wild!"

"Yeah, and I still feel goddamn horrible about that. Whether or not I'd want to do it is irrelevant! I would never, EVER ask Nicole of all people to do anything like that."

"I'm not saying we just go up and ask if she wants to fuck out of nowhere! Just test the water, see if she would be interested. C'mon, when has a girl ever turned you down?" she asked, ignoring the time he embarrassed himself going after Jen, not knowing they batted for the same team.

Oliver spoke in a slow, deathly serious tone, "Anne... we are talking about Nicole. Our sister Nicole. What we did in her room was horrible. What you are saying is absolutely disgusting and I want you to stop, NOW!"

Anne deflated into her seat. She knew that with that off the table, she had no other options.

"Ollie-" Anne started.

"Just shut up already!" Oliver growled, starting the car back up, "We'll figure something else out later. I can't deal with you right now."

Anne looked hurt before turning away and scowling.

"Fine, whatever," she spat, unable to look at him.

The ride home was silent, giving Anne far too much time to be stuck in her own head. She knew she was right. And even if she wasn't, at least she was trying to fix things instead of shooting everything down without a second thought! By the time they pulled into the driveway, her anger was about to boil over.

"We'll talk tomorr-" Oliver started.

"FUCK OFF!" Anne yelled, slamming the door and stomping inside.

*******

They did not talk the next day.

Nor did they talk through the rest of the weekend.

The two days in which they had finally started to get along turned out to be nothing more than a lull in the sibling's cold war. But Anne was too determined to back down. Or too stubborn. She couldn't decide which.

Due to their pride, the house had become increasingly inhospitable. Any time they made eye contact, they exchange deep scowls, trying to stare each other down. To Anne's shame, she would always flinch first, looking away under his seething gaze. No matter how angry she was with him, it still hurt to see that same anger reflected back at her. Most of the people whose approval she sought were for pragmatic reasons like teachers and peers outside her friends, whereas Oliver was among the few she genuinely cared to impress. Still, she refused to back down, knowing it would all work out better than ever in the end. Though in the meantime, it made for incredibly awkward dinners.

"Uuuuuugh," Anne groaned outside her house's front door the following Tuesday night, having just been dropped off from an outing with Skylar.

"God this is so stupid," she thought, dreading opening the door to the icy cold tension she and her brother had been cultivating.

Oliver's Mustang sat in the driveway, telling her it would be another miserable dinner. As much as she wanted to be anywhere else, she didn't have a ride and with Skylar needing to get home to her own family, she had run out of available friends with cars. The past few days, the siblings had been doing their best to avoid home, hanging out with their non-mutual friends as much as possible. Anne had even gone back to taking the bus or bumming rides off Lindsay to get home after school. Lindsay's driving skills alone almost forced her to beg Oliver for forgiveness just so she wouldn't have to get in that god-awful Porsche ever again.

Steeling herself, she walked through the door and was grateful to see her brother's favorite shoes weren't where they normally sat.

"Hey sweetie!" her mom called from the kitchen down the hall, "You're just in time for dinner. Ollie just got picked up by his friends, so take as much as you want."

Anne smiled at her mother, happy to oblige. Her parents cooking was always a welcome comfort, and with her brother out, she could actually enjoy it without getting glowered at the entire time. Anne made her plate of baked chicken and steamed veggies, cooked to perfection, before following her parents into the dining room where Nicole sat alone, aimlessly shuffling food around her plate.

The family, sans Oliver, sat down and dug in. As always, the food was delicious. The chicken was well seasoned and juicy, the vegetables were soft without being mush, and the rolls were made in a factory five states away but still tasted pretty good. She had to manually slow herself down to make sure she actually tasted each mouthful. If she still had a gag reflex, she'd have been choking on every other bite as she horfed it down.

"Out of everything off about Nicole, the fact she barely touches this food is by far the weirdest," she thought, pausing her binging to glance at her sister.

Nicole fidgeted in her chair, a permanent look of vague worry glued to her face. She was bundled up defensively, her arms pulled tight against her torso. Every once in a while, she would force a bite into her mouth, swallowing almost immediately as if she couldn't even taste it.

In other words, business as usual.

Even without Oliver staring her down, Anne couldn't shake the feeling of shame when looking at Nicole. While they wasted time bickering, their sister could have been spiraling and they wouldn't even know it.

"Hey Anne, you alright? You look like you have something on your mind," her Dad asked.

Having fielded almost identical questions from her friends for days, Anne was in no mood to answer yet again.

"I'm... fine," she said, unconvincingly, "Just worried about a... test."

From the look on her parents faces, she had just said she had forgotten how to walk. Even Nicole was giving her a surprised side-eye.

"YOU'RE having trouble with a test?!" Mom asked incredulously, immediately followed by her shoulder being swatted by her glaring husband.

"Anne, it's completely fine to have trouble with school every once in a while," Dad reassured, "Do you... uh... need any help... studying?"

Despite the silent scolding he gave his wife, Anne's father looked like he couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.

"Jeez, I need to start lowering their expectations," she thought.

"Nah, I'm good," she answered her dad, "Just gotta buckle down a bit."

"Alright, let us know if you change your mind. We're here if you need us," said Mom.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Anne said, trying to stonewall the conversation again.

Anne rushed through the rest of her dinner; her appetite as spoiled as her mood. With her plate cleaned, she marched back to her room to continue "studying". For once, she actually managed to leave before Nicole could escape, only realizing a few minutes later she had left her alone with their parents.

"Oh she's not gonna like that," Anne thought, hoping their parents would have the tact to let her leave without too much fuss.

Anne flopped on her bed and squeezed her pillow tight, finding it a poor substitute for her absent brother. The thought of him elicited a frustrated growl as she tossed the pillow aside.

"Even when he's not here I can't enjoy dinner!" Anne thought as she sat up and glared at the wall, "God I am so sick of him!"

She tossed in her bed, feeling her frustrations cling to her like an parasite. She wasn't used to failing this often. She was normally very good at scheming and plotting for the greater good. Many of her friends had benefited from the occasional subtle manipulation in the right direction. Lindsay wouldn't have been half the social butterfly she was if Anne hadn't forced her out of her shell in middle school, turning her into the obnoxious pain in the ass Anne loved. But thanks to Oliver and Nicole's constant curveballs, she'd been batting nothing but strikes.

"God, I'm falling apart! I need something to distract me. I wonder when Ollie's getting home. I need some stress relief..." Anne thought before remembering why she was mad, "OH GOD DAMN IT!"

The worst part about the initial conflict over the "Nicole's Room Incident" was the stress and anger that came from fighting with her brother. The second worst part was the complete lack of sex to relieve any of that stress and anger. And it was a very close second.

Anne didn't realize just how much she relied on Oliver to keep her mood high through near-constant fucking until he was gone. Without a regular supply of her brother's cock, Anne descended into (in Lindsay words) a grumpy pile of nerves and stress.

"I need to fix this. I need to fix this NOW!"

"..."

"I guess I could... talk to Nicole by myself. Even if she doesn't know it was me blowing him, I can still smooth things over for her with Oliver. Once that's all fixed, Ollie and I can make up and I can go back to the subtle approach to get them together."

She wasn't particularly confidant in her plan, but wasn't in the mood to think of an alternative.

"Y-Yeah... YEAH! This'll work! It'll be easy if she doesn't know it was me!" she thought, trying to convince herself, "Please God, don't let her know it was me..."

She sat in bed, listening for Nicole to go back to her room. Knowing her, she would have escaped dinner very soon after Anne left. It wouldn't be long before she came down the hall.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Where the fuck is she? There's no way Nikki would hang out with Mom and Dad this long."

Frowning, Anne poked her head out her of her room and noticed a faint light shining from beneath Nicole's door.

"She's already in her room?! How in hell did I not notice her go past my door-"

It was in that moment Anne remembered one of the most basic facts about her sister. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed at her own stupidity as she crept down the hall. Outside of her sister's door, Anne was just about to knock when a noise stopped her. A muffled, pathetic whimpering emanated from behind the thin wood.

"Oh God! She's crying!"

Sadly, it was nothing Anne hadn't heard before. Putting her ear to the door, she became aware of another noise. She heard a faint electrical humming in the background, though she wasn't sure what device it could have been coming from.

"Is that an electric razor or something?" she guessed, "She's crying while... shaving? That's kinda weird... but whatever."

She rapped her knuckles against the door, silencing Nicole immediately. It was in that moment she realized she had not bothered to come up with a script and would have to wing the incredibly uncomfortable conversation.

"Nikki? You there?"

Nicole didn't answer, but a panicked shuffling informed Anne that she'd been heard.

"Nicole? Can you open the door? I really need to talk to you."

After a few seconds, Nicole responded.

"Uuuh, n-now's NOT a good TIME," she said, the pitch in her voice shifting oddly.

"Please! It's really important!"

"Aangh, n-no," Nicole groaned, "I'm busy with SOMEthing right noooow."

The buzzing sound seemed to increase. Anne frowned. Of the many excuses Nicole had used to avoid Anne, shaving her legs was a new low.

"I'm sorry but I really need to talk to you. I'm coming in," Anne said, turning the doorknob.

"NO! DON'T COME IN!" Nicole yelled angrily for the first time in years, "PLEASE, JUST GO AWAY!"

Anne stepped back, stunned. Never in a million years would she have expected Nicole to be angry with her. Distant, awkward and melancholic, yes. But never angry. In an instant, her entire plan had once again gone up in smoke. No positive outcome could come from talking to Nicole in that state. Anne felt a deep pressure in her chest as she choked back a sob.

"O-OK Nikki... Sorry to bother..." she said through the door before running back to her room.

"She wasn't supposed to yell at me! She would NEVER yell at me! Does this mean she knows?" Anne thought, trying to fight back the growing anxiety, "NO! it doesn't mean anything! She's probably just busy or something. Maybe she's still just stressed from the shock of seeing Ollie getting a blowjob. It's fine. It's FINE!"

Her breath came as ragged gasps as she stumbled around her room. A cold sweat dripped from her brow as her vision tunneled. It wasn't fine. Nothing was "fine". Her brother hated her. Her sister was isolating herself more and more by the day. And it was all her fault. Soon it would be too late to help. She'd never felt this helpless. Everything was slipping through her finger tips.

"I'm losing control," she whispered as she dug her fingernails into the skin of her arms.

"I'm losing control," she whispered as she fell to the floor, her legs too weak to hold her.

"I'm losing control," she whispered as every rational thought was replaced with overwhelming panic.

*******

Anne moved through the gym like a zombie, barely aware of her surroundings. She had a thousand things on her mind she considered far more important than cheer practice. She was terrified. The situation was getting worse and worse with no end in sight. And to top it off, her own mental state was deteriorating as fast as she thought Nicole's was.

"I thought I was done with those attacks back in middle school," she thought bitterly, remembering the years of therapy and medication she went though.

She closed her eyes, trying to clear her head as she paced nervously.

"ANNE! LOOK OUT!" yelled Lindsay behind her.

"Look out for wha-" she thought, turning towards her friend's voice, though only seeing someone's knee flying towards her face.

She found herself staring up at the gym ceiling with a sharp throbbing in the back of her head. Lindsay was yelling something down at her, eyes wide with worry. It took a moment for Anne's hearing to return.

"Anne! Can you hear me?!" Lindsay yelled.

"Ugh, kinda?" she replied, the pulsing pain overwhelming her senses, "What the fuck hit me?"

"That'd be me," Angel groaned from between Anne's legs.

Angel was splayed out atop Anne's torso in an awkward 69 position. Looking down, Anne made the pleasant discovery that her friend had cute little stars speckling her underwear beneath her skirt.

"Wow, you're so light! I didn't even notice you there."

"Thank you...?" Angel replied as Skylar helped her up and off Anne, unsure if that counted as a compliment.

Lindsay pulled Anne to her unsteady feet.

"What happened?" Anne asked.

"Angel was practicing backwards handsprings and you wandered into her path for some reason," Skylar explained.

"You ok? You nailed the floor pretty hard," Lindsay asked Anne as she inspected the back of her head.

"Fine, just a bit dazed. It'll prolly leave a bump though," Anne replied before turning to Angel, "What about you?"

"I'm good. Something soft cushioned my fall."

Anne chuckled, glad she didn't hurt her friend with her obliviousness. Unfortunately, not everyone was able to appreciate the good fortune.

"ANNE WHAT THE FUCK!?" Jen yelled as she stomped towards them, "Why the hell would you walk right in front of her!?"

"Sorry, I got distracted," Anne said, looking away as Jen inspected Angel for injuries.

"You've been 'distracted' for WEEKS!" Jen continued as she ran her hands through Anne's hair, checking for blood, "When are you getting over whatever the fuck this is?"

"I said I'm sorry..." Anne said again, her temper rising.

"I don't want any more apologies! I want my co-captain to do her goddamn job!"

Anne grabbed Jen's wrist and yanked it away from her hair before glaring directly into her eyes, inches from her face.

"I am SORRY! I won't do it again. Now get off my back! If I wanted to keep listening to your shit, I wouldn't have FUCKING dumped you!"

"..."

"Fuck you Anne," Jen whispered sadly, quickly turning away.

As Jen marched away towards the lockers, Anne noticed her wipe a hand across her eyes.

"I shouldn't have said that. Why the hell did I say that? I need to fix this," she thought, the same panic she felt the previous night growing in her chest.

"ADD IT TO THE FUCKING LIST!" her rage screamed throughout her mind.

A few girls followed after Jen, staring daggers at Anne. She glanced at the clock, noting they only had a few minutes left and decided to call it.

"We're taking an early day today," she announced to the rest of the squad, "Head to the lockers or go home. See you next week."

Anne began walking out of the gym to find somewhere to hide. With Jen in the locker room, Anne knew she would need to wait her out in order to grab her stuff before she could leave. Footsteps from multiple pairs of feet behind her told her she wasn't going alone.

"Anne, that really wasn't cool," Skylar said as they walked through the empty halls.

"I know!" Anne spat, "I'll deal with it later. I just... I can't right now."

"Ok, that's totally fine," Lindsay comforted as she patted her friend's back, "Just take a breath and calm down. We know you'll make it right."

The group turned down a small hallway leading to a stairwell and stopped, as Anne just wanted to get out of sight of anyone leaving the lockers or gym. Anne turned back to her friends, her dark expression reflecting her mood.

"By the way, I didn't see Nicole in History today," Lindsay said, "I think she's skipping classes again. She ok?"

Anne clicked her tongue callously.

"Who fucking knows with her," Anne snarled, "Probably off crying in some corner."

It took Anne a moment to notice everyone staring at her with shocked expressions.

"What!?" she spat.

"Anne..." Skylar said, genuinely concerned, "That's the first time I've ever seen you talk shit about Nicole. Like... EVER!"

Anne's frown softened, then transfixed into a look of horror as she processed what she just said. Anne couldn't believe she had even thought something like that, let alone vocalize it. The pressure in her chest returned with a vengeance.

"Fuck," Anne said simply, burying her face in her hands.

"What's wrong? Did you guys fight again?" Lindsay asked, reassuringly touching Anne's shoulder.

For a moment, Anne wondered what she meant by "again". She didn't remember directly arguing with Nicole and was pretty sure she hadn't told her friends she and Oliver had made up after the first fight. She brushed it off.

"No it's... I've been fighting with Oliver over Nicole and now I'm just frustrated with both of them," Anne said, trying to keep the details vague, "We need to talk to Nicole about something and he's being a dick about it."

"Let me guess, you suggested a simple, brute force solution to a complex problem, and he assumed it either wouldn't work, or would make everything worse," Angel said, her tone as sympathetic as it was patronizing.

"Y-yeah! That's exactly it! How'd you know?" Anne said, stunned.

"You do that a lot," Angel replied, a chorus of agreement backing her up.

"Yeah, though to your credit, sometimes your advice works out, like when you told me to dump Omar," said Skylar, "Though most of the time, you tend to go scorched earth way too quickly. Like with Jen less than two minutes ago."

"Shit," Anne muttered, finding no fault in what her friends were saying, "Alright fine. If my way won't work, what should I do?"

"Well, what does Oliver wanna do?" asked Angel.

"He has no idea! Instead of coming up with anything, he just blows off anything I say and shuts down!" replied Anne angrily.

"Alright, alright," Skylar said soothingly, "It's obvious you're worked up about this and stewing in misery obviously isn't helping. Maybe you just need to take your mind off it so you can come in later with a fresh perspective."

"Gavin is throwing a party tonight," Lindsay suggested, "I was gonna head over there at eight if you wanna come."

Anne considered for a moment before answering, "Yeah, sure. I could use a drink or two."

"Great! Anyone else?" Lindsay offered.

"Nah, I'm good," Skylar declined simply, ever the straight edge.

"Lindsay, the last time you invited me to a party, you got me drunk off my ass and I lost my virginity to four guys," Angel answered with an annoyed look.

"Oh please, you loved it," Lindsay said smugly.

"Irrelevant."

Anne remembered that Oliver was apparently one of the boys to give Angel what she described as "the best night of my life". Unfortunatly, Oliver himself couldn't remember even a second of the encounter when Anne brought it up to him the next day as he nursed a hangover, much to Angel's chagrin.

"So are you going or not?"

"No, I'm not going to another stupid party," Angel pouted.

"Alrighty, just you and me, Anne!" Lindsay chirped, her normally infectious positivity having no effect on Anne.

"Yaaaay," Anne monotoned.

******

"Ok, so this isn't the worst party I've ever been too," Anne admitted, lazily sucking the cock of a guy whose name escaped her.

She was in one of the large house's bedrooms, sitting on her knees with a half-drunk boy standing above her, his pants around his ankles. She could hear the beat of some music thumping from the floor below. In her drunken haze, she couldn't remember the events leading to this, but based on how nervous and inexperienced the guy looked, she was pretty sure she came onto him. He looked cute in a nerdy sort of way. Like the kind of guy she used to try to set Nicole up with back in freshman year.

She lifted his admittedly impressively sized cock and focused on his balls, sucking each into her mouth and licking around the sack. She was glad she still had the restraint to not fuck anyone. In the horny fog of her drunk mind, she had decided makeup sex with Oliver would solve at least one of her problems, and thus didn't want to go all out before she got back home. A muffled moan caused her to glance to her left.

Lindsay was on the bed with a linebacker and a basketball player spitroasting her. The giant fucking her throat was tugging her hair to pull her deeper down his dick, choking her until her face turned red. Her ass was a similar shade of red from the spankings she had received from the two guys who had fucked her pussy in the last hour. The current guy looked like he was about to pass out, barely managing to cum before falling to the side. Lindsay simply reached back and spread her pussy wide, inviting the last waiting boy to go to town.

"At least they're wearing condoms," Anne thought, "I like getting railed as much as the next girl but it's so weird she can do that stone cold sober."

Despite her fondness for getting her friends wasted at any opportunity, Lindsay never touched a drop of alcohol herself. She claimed she just disliked the taste and wanted to be a good friend as the designated driver. Anne suspected she just found it funny what she could get her drunk friends to do.

Anne, meanwhile, was practically drowning in booze. She needed a reprieve from her own mind and alcohol was her savior.

"Hey, can you... uh... take off your top?" the boy whose name she was pretty sure started with a G asked awkwardly.

She sighed, "Yeah, sure."

With her skirt as short as it always was and her small bandeau barely covering her in the first place, especially without the jacket she had discarded a few minutes prior, she really didn't have much skin left to show. She pulled the stretchy material below her ample tits, letting Gabe or Gary get a good look. His twitching cock told her he appreciated the view.

"God, look at me," she thought as she went back to work, licking up and down the side of his shaft before plunging it back into her mouth, "A few months ago I'd have been right next to Lindsay with twice as many guys and a smile on my face. Now I'm only blowing one dude to save myself for Oliver. Oliver and I aren't even exclusive! I'm practically a nun for fuck's sake."

Thankfully, the party hadn't been a complete waste of time. With the assistance of alcohol, she had come up with a foolproof plan to make up with Oliver. It was easy considering it was the exact same plan she used to resolve their original fight. She would say she was sorry, strip naked and give him her best puppy eyes while sucking his cock.

If it wasn't for Nicole, it would have worked perfectly the last time. She realized that hooking Oliver and Nicole up could wait until they made sure their sister was ok. Until then she would just have to swallow her pride. Among other things.

"For now, I just gotta focus on what's most important," she thought, "Speaking of which..."

She redoubled her efforts, shoving the dick deep down her throat and causing her to gag spittle across Gunner's crotch. Back and forth she went, listening to the sound of her sluttier friend get mercilessly stuffed. Her hand stroked Gordon expertly, causing him to groan in gratitude.

"God you're so good!" grunted Gavin.

"I know," Anne said with a seductive smirk, licking around the head.

She decided to bring it home. She focused on the tip, jerking the shaft and fondling the balls until Guy was thrusting involuntarily, desperate for more of her skilled lips.

"I'm... I'm about to..." Gage groaned.

Anne continued and as the first spurt of salty cum hit her tongue, she sucked him deeper in her mouth, allowing him to spew straight down her throat. She felt his cock twitching, expelling the last of his seed in drops. Pulling back, she made sure her lips were tight enough to catch any errant cum on his dick. She considered it polite to leave cocks as clean as she found them.

"Th-thanks," the shaky nerd sputtered, offering her a hand.

"Happy to help," Anne said, accepting the offer.

He pulled her to her feet, though Anne quickly felt the room spin. Before she could fall, Garret managed to catch her and prop her up.

"Woah, thanks" she said holding her head.

"No problem. You ok?"

"I think -hic- I may have had too much to drink," Anne said, ignoring he was now groping her exposed tits, "I think I'm gonna head home."

Greg looked like his puppy had just been shot.

"We aren't going to go all the way?"

"Nah, I'm a bit too -hic- wobbly," Anne replied, barely able to keep her balance.

Gideon looked disappointed, though his roaming hands didn't reflect that as his thumbs flicked her hard nipples.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm sure Lindsay is up for round... uh... whatever she's up to,"

The boy fucking Lindsay's mouth pulled her deep onto his cock as he grunted loudly, cumming hard. With her nose buried in his bush, Lindsay gave a quick thumbs up to Anne before pointing at the condoms on the nightstand.

"Oh... OH OK!" Grady said, his excitement returning.

Happy she could leave everyone satisfied, she gently peeled his hands from her tits before taking a swig from a random cup she found on a dresser, the bitter liquid washing away the taste of semen. With another bout of nausea hitting her, she realized that last drink was probably a mistake as she grabbed her jacket and walked out the bedroom door.

"See ya later George!" she waved behind her back, not hearing him reply that his name was Gerald.

Walking down the hall, she heard similar scenes playing out in each room. The moaning, groaning and slapping of flesh were coming through every door as she hobbled towards the stairs.

She passed the bathroom and noticed a naked Angel, vomiting into a toilet. Anne couldn't remember when or why Angel arrived at the party despite her earlier reluctance, but didn't think too much of it, knowing how persuasive Lindsay could be. Two similarly nude boys were chivalrously holding back her hair and patting her back. Their rock-hard cocks, still wet with spit and pussy juice, told Anne exactly why they looked like children whose Halloween candy was stolen.

"Better luck next time guys," Anne thought, chuckling to herself as she stumbled down the stairs.

"Oh jeez, those shots are catching up to me," she thought, catching herself from toppling down the last few steps.

The ground floor was far less exciting, with teenagers milling about holding red solo cups full of the cheapest drinks money could buy. The expensive stuff had disappeared early in the night, Anne making sure she got her fill before it was gone. The living room was full of people flirting and talking over annoyingly loud music that pounded through Anne's head. One bold couple was going at it in a recliner, albeit fully clothed. In the corners were the awkward wallflowers who were desperate for an excuse to leave.

Anne could vaguely recall that she had grabbed what's-his-name from that group, trying to find someone who wouldn't be difficult to please. She realized he would probably be telling the story of how the head cheerleader had dragged him off for the best blowjob he would ever have for the rest of his life. Being invited into the gangbang of another member of the squad was just the cherry on top. At that thought, she laughed louder than she meant to.

"..."

"Why's everyone staring at me?" she wondered, her eyes lethargically wandering around the room.

From what little she could comprehend, every male in the room was staring slack-jawed directly at her. Every girl was either staring right along with them or jealously trying to divert their boyfriend's attention. A few of the girls were blushing as they learned something new about themselves. Anne wiped her face, worried she had left some cum on her chin or something.

"Dude, your top is down!" yelled one of the more chivalrous guys, followed by multiple people yelling at him to shut up.

"My top is down?" Anne thought, contemplating what those words could mean.

Following their stares, she slowly looked down at her bare breasts, confused. She then looked back up at the crowd. Then back down again. She wasn't sure what the issue was.

"..."

"Oh right! Boobs aren't supposed to be out!" she remembered.

"Sorry! I'm a little drunk!" Anne giggled, "Thanks for letting me know!"

She began walking towards the front door.

"IT'S STILL DOWN!" a chorus of girls shouted at her.

She felt a set of strong hands grab her shoulders and lead her over to the couch, pulling her top back up to the sad groans of half the room.

"Sit and stay," ordered Omar, the football teams' current primary quarterback, "Oliver would kill me if I let you walk home like this."

Anne swayed back and forth as Omar pulled out his phone. Something about her brother's name triggered a faint feeling of remorse, but it died as quickly as it came. She was so glad she couldn't remember whatever she was sad about.

"Who're you calling?" asked Cassidy, Omar's current girlfriend and another member of the cheer team.

"Her brother," replied Omar, swatting Anne's hand away from his crotch, "He better pick up. I am NOT dealing with this all night."

Anne blinked.

"Oh, hey Ollie! How-how'd you get here so fast?" Anne asked her brother who had seemingly teleported directly in front of her, glaring down.

Without a word, Oliver scooped Anne up and over his shoulder and walked towards the door, leaving a now clothed Angel sleeping on the couch. Anne gazed down at the sweatpants he normally wore to bed and was reminded of how cute of a butt her brother had.

"Thanks dude," Oliver said, fist bumping Omar on his way out.

"Byyyyye everyone!" Anne yelled, waving wildly, "See you Monday!"

"Does she not know it's Wednesday?" she heard someone mutter.

"Oh man, tomorrow's gonna suck for her," chuckled someone else.

Oliver plopped Anne in the passenger seat of his Mustang, fastening her seatbelt tight. Getting in the driver's seat, he pulled out of the crammed driveway without saying a word.

"Hey-hey Ollie... Ollie!" Anne tried to get his attention.

Suddenly, her head felt too heavy to keep upright and fell on the car's median.

"Ollie!" she yelled again, popping back up before realizing they had apparently teleported home.

"Woah! How do you keep doing that!?" Anne thought, forgetting to say it out loud.

Oliver was unbuckling her from the passenger seat, his face still snarling. In a moment of clarity, Anne was able to remember her plan and decided to put it into action.

"Ollie, I only blew -burp-... I only blew one guy tonight!" Anne slurred proudly, "So we can still fuck if you want!"

"I don't," Oliver replied, hauling Anne back over his shoulder.

Inside the house, Anne wriggled out of Oliver's arms.

"Lemme go! I can walk!"

"Whatever," Oliver grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"I'm going to go-to go to bed now, bye," Anne stuttered, slowly crawling up the stairs

She managed to make it to the bedroom and burrow under the covers. She felt so cozy beneath the thick blanket.

"Anne, get the fuck out of my bed."

"Sorry I can't, I'm about to go to sleep."

"God damn it," Oliver muttered, crawling into bed next to her.

"Good night Ollie!" Anne said cheerily, "Let's not -hic- be mad at each other anymore, ok? I don't think I can find enough beer to keep forgetting about it."

Oliver froze for a moment.

"Jesus Christ, that is easily the single worst thing you have ever said to me," Oliver said, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Love you," Anne mumbled before passing out again.

Oliver sighed.

"Love you too Anne."

*******

"Oh my fucking God, my head is killing me!" Anne groaned, sitting up in bed the next morning, "It's like someone's using my skull as a gong!"

Oliver handed her a glass of ice-cold water.

"You didn't happen to learn anything from this, did you?" Oliver asked condescendingly.

"Stick to weed. No hangovers," Anne replied after downing the glass in one go.

"Good enough. Get ready. I gave you an extra 10 minutes to sleep so you need to hurry."

She ignored his advice, figuring being late for morning cheer practice didn't count towards attendance. Trudging through her morning routine, she washed up, got dressed and groomed, and made her way downstairs where a few strips of bacon waited for her.

"I assumed you'd want something a bit greasy right now," Oliver said, snacking on some toast.

She mumbled her thanks and nibbled at the bacon, praying she could keep it down. Footsteps behind her alerted them to their dad walking into the kitchen, chipper as can be in his favorite suit.

"Good morning!" he greeted his kids cheerily.

"Uuuuuugh," Anne groaned.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked Oliver.

"Besides the fact she's an idiot?" Oliver responded dryly.

Their dad sniffed the air, finding a familiar scent on Anne's breath.

"REALLY ANNE!? ON A SCHOOL NIGHT?! You know better than that!" he chastised.

"You're soooooo loud!" whined Anne, covering her ears in pain as she left the room, escaping the inevitable lecture.

She caught the beginning of Oliver explaining the previous night to their dad as she stomped up the stairs. She couldn't remember most of it herself and wasn't particularly interested to hear how she embarrassed herself. Going to the bathroom, she opened the medicine cabinet to find some painkillers. Downing them, she clutched her eyes shut and groaned, wishing they would kick in faster.

"U-Um... are you ok?" asked Nicole quietly, her adorably large eyes peeking into the bathroom.

Anne jumped, her sister being the last person she expected to see. Nicole's uncanny ability to appear and disappear without a sound was as impressive as it was creepy.

"Nicole?!" Anne yelped in surprise, before composing herself, "Uh yeah, just a bit hungover."

"Oh," Nicole muttered, turning to leave before changing her mind and turning back, "Are you ok... like in general?"

"Y-yeah... I guess?" Anne said, not knowing what to say after being put on the spot.

She normally had more time to consider her words before speaking to Nicole. Adding the pounding in her head and the fact that she still wasn't 100% sure if Nicole knew about her and Oliver, she was at a loss for words. Deciding playing dumb was the best option, she continued.

"I just... me and Ollie had a bit of a fight and now we're... weird right now," Anne explained, "I went to a party to get my mind off it and went a bit overboard."

Nicole seemed to be having as difficult a time with the conversation as Anne. Many emotions flashed across her face, all of them negative. The most notable one Anne noticed seemed to guilt, and there was only one reason Anne could think of as to why Nicole would feel guilty.

"Oh God, she absolutely knows," thought Anne, her last bit of hope dashed.

Nicole struggled to find her words a few seconds longer before settling on; "O-Ok... I hope you feel better."

"Thanks," Anne said, giving a halfhearted smile to the dead air Nicole had just vanished from.

"Jesus, it's spooky how she does that," she thought.

A few minutes later, she was in Oliver's car waiting for him. She was hoping to avoid a confrontation with her mother, having enough to deal with at the moment. Oliver soon joined her, climbing into the driver's seat with a stone face, only a small frown showing how he felt.

"Thanks for picking me up last night," probed Anne.

"... Yeah."

An apology was on Anne's lips, but she stopped herself before it escaped. She realized she had too much to be sorry for to cover in a quick car ride to school. She also knew it would simply restart the discussion about the Nicole situation and she couldn't reopen that can of worms in her current state. For now, she was content that Oliver didn't openly hate her.

She tried to ignore the silent tension in the car as she gazed out at the cloudy morning.

*******

Later at morning cheer practice, Anne, Cassidy, Angel and four other girls were standing at attention in front of a scowling Jen. Each of them were barely able to keep their eyes open under the bright lights of the gym. Angel was rubbing her temples to alleviate the throbbing in her head. Cassidy was holding a bucket. Anne tried not to think about what it contained.

"You're all fucking idiots," Jen said simply.

Angel raised her finger like she was about to object when she suddenly ripped Cassidy's bucket from her hands and expelled more of the poison she spent the previous night ingesting.

"That's fair," Anne replied.

*******

By second period, Anne had fully committed to a life of total sobriety. By lunch, she considered running for office to get Prohibition back on the books. She felt terrible, physically and emotionally. The last couple weeks had drained her dry. For her, drama was normally that thing other people had that she and her friends could laugh at. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end.

"So how'd it go? You figure anything out yet?" asked Skylar.

She received a dead eyed stare in response.

"Hey Lindsay?" Anne asked, turning towards her friend.

"Yeah?"

"You suck."

Lindsay giggled devilishly. Anne didn't remember much of the previous night, but she was pretty sure Lindsay had a hand in her current hangover. Anne wondered for the hundredth time why she kept her around.

"That bad huh?" asked Skylar.

"No, no it... kinda helped I guess," Anne admitted, "Oliver dragging my sorry ass out of the party somehow cooled him down a bit. He's at least talking to me again. Now I just need to apologize and he should be back to normal."

"Ok soooo, problem solved?" asked Angel, wearing a disposable mask to hide how sick she looked.

"Nope, the main problem is still Nicole. Making up with Oliver is just getting back to square one."

"Well, what's the problem with her then?" asked Lindsay, before adding, "Besides, like, the usual."

"I genuinely can't tell you guys. Sorry," Anne answered, unable to spare the brain cells necessary to come up with a good lie.

"God, why do you and Nicole always have to be so damn cryptic about everything?" Lindsay sighed, annoyed, "Whatever you got goin' on can't be THAT interesting."

Before Anne could ask when the ever-loving hell Lindsay had ever spoken to Nicole, Skylar cut in.

"Well if it's just between you and Ollie, you could try talking with him again, without saying whatever pissed him off the first time." suggested Skylar.

"Ugh," groaned Anne, bitterly remembering the original argument, "Yeah I guess I have to."

"If you want to put it off a bit longer, you can always go to another party with me," teased Lindsay, "Jenny's throwing a one tonight at her uncle's place.

Anne and Angel both glared at her, causing Lindsay to break out laughing.

"Oh I'm just fuckin' with you. I'm just as tapped out as you are, minus the hangovers," she said with a wide grin, "Seriously though, last night was pretty rough for me too. That George guy you were blowing was bigger than I expected."

"Well, it serves you right," Anne said smugly before asking, "Wait... I did what with who?"

*******

"taking bus. dont pick me up," Anne texted Oliver, receiving no response by the time the final bell rang.

With no after school practice that day and football season over, Anne had the rare opportunity to head straight home after school. Taking the bus, she noted that Nicole was curiously absent. She didn't put too much thought into it as Nicole always seemed to get home somehow. Still, she briefly wondered how she was getting around.

Upon arrival, Anne hid in her room, avoiding Oliver, along with the rest of her family out of embarrassment for that morning. She blew though most of the evening texting friends and browsing various garbage on social media.

"Is this what it feels like to be Nicole?" Anne wondered, three hours into sitting alone in her bed.

Knock Knock Knock

"Oh god, please don't be Oliver," she thought, turning towards her door.

"Hey hun," her dad said, poking his head into her room, "Just letting you know, your mom and I will be heading to dinner in a bit."

"Oh ok. What time'll you be back?"

"Around eleven, so we'll be skipping dinner. Talk with Oliver and Nicole and order some takeout if you guys don't want to cook."

"Ok, I'll talk to them in a bit," she lied, "Don't have too much fun though. Remember; you already peaked with me."

Her dad gave a hearty belly laugh.

"I'll keep that in mind sweetie."

She listened as her parents left the house, waiting until the garage shut before bouncing out of her bed. She changed into one of Oliver's shirts, letting it cascade down like a short dress, not bothering to wearing any bottoms beyond her panties. She then hurried downstairs to steal her spot on the couch.

"Ollie's been avoiding me as much as I've avoided him," she thought, "He won't come down here if I claim the living room first."

She curled up on the couch, wrapped herself in a blanket, and put on the movie she always watched when she was down. It was a hard requirement to turn off your brain to glean any level of enjoyment from her chosen movie, which was exactly what she was hoping to do. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be functionally brain dead for as long as she hoped.

As the film was reaching its climax, she could hear heavy footsteps walking through the kitchen towards the living room, barely audible over the sound of gunfire. With her parents gone and Nicole's inability to make that much noise, there was only one person it could be.

"I really need to stop assuming i can predict people," she thought bitterly as Oliver leaned over the back of the couch.

"Have I ever told you how weird it is that this is what you watch when you're upset?" Oliver said behind her, his joking tone sounding forced, "With all the sappy romance movies you watch, 'Explosions: The Movie' isn't something I'd consider all that therapeutic."

Anne didn't have an excuse. She couldn't think of a deeper meaning why the worst movie of 2011 was her guilty pleasure. Maybe it was the familiarity of watching the same movie since she was five. Maybe it was because it was the first "grown up" film she ever watched. Ultimately, it didn't matter. If watching the military blow up giant robots chilled her out, why fix what wasn't broke.

"Technically its Explosions 3," Anne corrected, forcing a smile.

"So not even one of the good ones."

"There were no good ones," Anne replied quickly, "Just bad ones and worse ones."

Oliver came around and sat at the opposite end of the couch. They sat in silence, watching indecipherable piles of CGI metal fight each other. She was mildly annoyed Oliver had thrown her off her plan, but was still glad he was making an effort.

"I'm sorry," said Oliver quietly, almost drowned out by the movie.

"Uh... what?" asked Anne, "You're sorry? Why would you be sorry?"

"I know you were just trying to help. God knows I wasn't."

Anne sighed.

"Alright I'll give you that, but everything is still mostly on me. You said you weren't into Nicole and I should've believed you."

Oliver looked like he was going to say something, but held his tongue.

"Not to mention all the other shit I did. Making you pick me up last night, everything we did in Nicole's room, accusing you of stealing your shirt back, getting caught by her trying to make up for it," Anne rattled off.

"You already apologized for at least two of those," said Oliver.

"Ehhh, not really. I just came in and sucked your dick. Thanks to Nicole, I didn't even get to finish."

Oliver chuckled, "Alright, apologies accepted. We good then?"

"No, unfortunately we still have the Nicole situation."

Groaning, Oliver put his hands in his face and leaned back into the couch.

"God damn it, fine," Oliver said, defeated, "Any new ideas?"

"Honestly... I'm kinda done," Anne admitted, "I have no more fucks to give."

"What?!" said Oliver, looking at her in shock, "You want to just give up and leave her alone?"

"Fuck no! I mean I'm done being gentle," she replied, looking away from the movie into Oliver's eyes, "I say we just corner her and force her to talk to us. Say it loud and clear and put the ball in her court. We're going full 'Option 2'. No more pussyfooting around."

"We? What happened to finding out if she knew it was you?"

The look on Anne's face told him all he needed to know. He sighed.

"I don't know..." Oliver said warily.

"Dude, I need you on my side here. I can't have that conversation alone," Anne pleaded.

"We're not going to be too mean, are we?"

"I didn't say anything about being mean. I just said we shouldn't be so damn cowardly about it," Anne replied, "We're doing this for her sake!"

"Alright, I'll help," Oliver conceded, pursing his lips.

"Good," Anne said happily, "Besides, we should think positive. Maybe we overreacted and she doesn't care."

"You didn't see the look in her eyes when she walked in. Trust me, she cares. Besides, I'm pretty sure we're the only people on Earth who wouldn't care about this... outside of European royalty or some dirty backwater in Alabama," replied Oliver.

"Ugh, gross," Anne said, "Royalty."

Their talk petered out. For a while they sat quietly, watching the movie slog through the final battle. It always amazed Anne how long the climax dragged itself out without advancing the actual plot. She did, however, enjoy it whenever the main soldier guy was on screen. He'd always been her childhood crush.

"One of these days I'm actually going to bother looking up his name," she thought, shifting in place and sighing.

"You ok?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah I'm just..."

She paused before, slipping her hand between her legs.

"Honestly, I'm horny as fuck. We've done it, what, three times in the last few weeks? As far as I'm concerned, that's nothing," she answered.

"I thought it was four times?" Oliver said, confused, "Oh wait, never mind. I forgot that one time wasn't... uh... you."

"Oh! You managed to get some action? Good for you! I've been too bummed to even try," Anne said before remembering Lindsay's words at lunch, "Er, actually, I've been told I did something last night."

"Yeah, you mentioned something about blowing a dude."

"According to Lindsay, his name was George and he had a big dick," explained Anne, failing to recall any details.

"I don't know any Georges."

"Me neither apparently," Anne said with a shrug, "Back to you though. I assume you and Lana finally met up?"

"Lana?" Oliver said, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried recalling the name, "RIGHT! MY GIRLFRIEND! Damn, I haven't talked to her in weeks! Are we even still together?"

"For both of your sakes, I hope not," Anne said, rolling her eyes.

Anne knew Oliver was an amazing brother, fantastic friend, perfect son and stellar lover. But goddamn, was he a terrible boyfriend.

"Anyhoo, if it wasn't Lana, who was it?" Anne asked, "Some rando you picked up on campus?"

"Eh, kinda," he replied, shrugging, "You remember Aubrey from last year? We happen to be taking the same course."

Anne's smile died in an instant.

"..."

"Aubrey?"

"Yeah. Apparently, she was a virgin if you can believe it."

"Student Council President Aubrey?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Short, mousy, curly haired, glasses wearing, freckled Aubrey?!" Anne growled through gritted teeth.

"Yes?" Oliver replied before realizing what she was getting at, "God damn it Anne, don't start this shit again!"

"FINE, WHATEVER!" Anne whisper-yelled, allowing the movie to mask her volume, "I guess we're just gonna keep pretending you don't have a thing for Nicole!"

Oliver groaned in frustration.

"Like. I. Said. Before." he enunciated, "Whether or not I'm into her is irrelevant! I'm. Not. Doing. It."

Anne and Oliver glared at each other. She was so close! He practically admitted he was into Nicole. But no matter how close she got, he just wouldn't let her win! She didn't want to keep this going forever, but she was too stubborn to let it go. All the rage and stress that had been bubbling inside her for weeks finally exploded.

"GRAAH, FUCK!" Anne yelled, slapping the couch before ripping off her shirt, her tits dropping free.

"Uh, Anne?" Oliver asked, caught off guard, before being tackled by his lunging sister.

Before he could think, her tongue was in his mouth. He quickly responded in kind while grabbing her panty-clad ass as she straddled him. She wasted no time as she tried to unbuckle his pants as they furiously made out on the couch. Without being able to see, she didn't have much luck. She pulled away and grabbed Oliver's collar, glaring into his eyes.

"I am so SICK of fucking ARGUING WITH YOU!" Anne whispered into his face, "Just non-stop back and forth BULLSHIT! I miss when we just fucked each other senseless and that was it. No drama, no fighting no NOTHING! We can deal with everything later. We can deal with Nicole LATER!"

She looked down and was able to finally get his belt unbuckled and pants open. As she fished around for his cock, Oliver spoke up.

"Wait, Nicole might hear-" Oliver started before Anne's hand clamped down on his mouth.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Anne spat, "What did I just say?! She already knows. It literally can't get any worse! Right now, your other sister needs you! I feel like I'm going to explode from this damn stress! FUCK ME!"

She grabbed his stiff member and began jerking it, hard and fast. Their lips reconnected, their passion only overshadowed by how pissed off she was. Her tongue explored his mouth, meeting his doing the same. Oliver gripped her ass hard, slowing squeezing it like two perfectly round stress balls and pulling her body closer to his.

"FINE!" Oliver exclaimed, "You want to get fucked? I'll fuck you until you can't walk. Maybe then you'll actually think straight!"

He pushed her away, causing her to fall back onto the couch. As he gripped her soaked underwear, she lifted her ass up to let him pull them off. Oliver had other plans as he ripped them from her body, the flimsy fabric giving him little resistance.

"OW!" Anne yelped in surprise at how much that hurt.

Oliver took a deep sniff of his sister's scent before tossing the ruined panties away. He then shoved two fingers up her pussy, his thumb rubbing at her sensitive clit.

"AAANGH," she moaned as he curled his fingers upwards.

"God you are such a slut," he hissed, fingering her roughly, "Why does everything have to revolve around sex with you? Can't we talk about ANYTHING without tying it back to your goddamn nymphomania?!"

"Eat... shit," she panted before her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Oh GOD, you're so good at that!"

Deciding she was sufficiently wet, he pulled his dripping fingers away, causing Anne to whine pathetically. Oliver stripped off his shirt, exposing the heavy muscles she missed so much. He brought his rigid cock to her waiting entrance, looming over her menacingly.

"Now we e can't even have a fucking argument without you jumping me!" growled Oliver.

"Shut up and put it in!" Anne replied, spreading her legs wider and reaching for his dick.

He granted her wish, plunging his entire length into her slick pussy.

"GUH!" she grunted, having the wind knocked out of her for a moment.

He pulled back before ramming in over and over, slowly and deliberately. It was a strange feeling, going from completely empty to completely full, over and over again, but she grew to enjoy it. Especially when he began to speed up. The sound of robots yelling at each other on the tv was punctuated with a wet slapping noise as Oliver's balls bounced off her juice-soaked flesh.

"God! I fucking hate FIGHTING WITH YOU!" Oliver growled, pounding away, "If you could just take NO for an answer, we'd have solved this whole thing by now!"

"If you weren't so- OH GOD HARDER! PLEASE GO HARDER!" Anne begged before continuing, "If you weren't so damn STUBBORN, it never would have STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"I'M FUCKING STUBBORN?!" roared Oliver as he bottomed out hard inside her.

Anne moaned as her nails dug deep into his back. He had never fucked her this hard. No one had. Even when it started to hurt a bit, she said nothing beyond moaning louder. On some level, she felt she deserved to be punished, regardless of how much she enjoyed the method.

"GOD, UHN... you, UHN.... fucking ASSHOLE!" Anne grunted under his relentless assault.

It was overwhelming. All the contrasting senses and emotions were turning her brain to mush. The anger and frustration. The pleasure and slight pain as her pussy was pounded. The sadness from seeing her brother's anger directed at her. Even the hand that now held a tight grip on her throat, keeping her silent as her brother fucked the hell out of her.

She felt her tits bouncing on her chest as each thrust pushed her deep into the cushions. He held her jaw still as his tongue suddenly invaded her mouth. There was no love in the kiss. Only carnal lust that comes from weeks of withdrawal. She pushed him back as her pussy stirred.

"FUCK! Ollie.... I'm gonna..." Anne moaned, "AAAAAANGH!"

Anne's mind shattered as her orgasm took her. Every conflicting feeling washed away as her body seized and shook. Through the daze, she felt hot cum from Oliver's twitching cock filling her cunt. Semen dripped past his dick and onto the couch, the sheer amount overflowing inside her, showing how backed up he was without his sister's help. Her body fell limp as she looked up at him, unable to make out his expression through the tears in her eyes.

"You... fucking... jerk," Anne whispered as her mind shut down.

*******

The creaking of a staircase stirred her awake. Anne's eyes fluttered open to see Oliver's face, much calmer earlier. She was wrapped in his arms as he gently carried her up the stairs. He had been nice enough to put her shirt back on, but she wasn't surprised to find her panties were still gone considering their violent removal. They had served her well.

"Ollie?" she whispered.

"Hey," her brother smiled down at her, "Don't wake up, I'm just taking you to bed."

On any other day, it would have been the perfect way to end the night. Unfortunately, Anne had just relapsed on her favorite drug. And she wanted more. Anne grabbed his perfect jawline and swung it towards her face. He looked at her in shock.

"I didn't say we we're done!" she snarled, "Your bed. NOW!"

Pausing for only a moment, Oliver hastily moved to follow her order. Rushing up the stairs, his sister still in his arms, he raced to get to his room. It seemed they were both eager to continue.

"Wait!" Anne said as they passed through the door, "Turn around."

Oliver complied. Anne closed the door and flipped the tiny lock. She cringed at the amount of grief they could have been spared if they just remembered that damn piece of metal a few weeks earlier.

"I don't care what our grades say," Anne thought, "We're fucking stupid."

Oliver tossed his sister on the bed before quickly stripping himself naked, finding Anne had thrown her own shirt across the room. Once more, he pounced on her, fondling her warm tits as he kissed her deeply. Oliver's large body fully engulfed her, preventing her from moving anywhere except closer to him, which was exactly where she wanted to be.

Her brother had other plans as he stood up on his knees and straddled her chest, dropping his heavy cock on her face. The thick shaft covered one of her eyes as his balls rested on her mouth. She immediately took his sack inside, licking and kissing it for all it was worth, desperate for the reward it they contained.

Oliver pulled back and grabbed a handful of Anne's hair, pulling her head off the bed.

"Suck. Now," he ordered gruffly.

Anne happily obeyed, taking it into her lips and sucking it exactly the way she knew he loved. Her tongue rolled over his head and teased the underside as her lips moved back and forth over his shaft. She felt it twitch in her mouth with her movements, resulting in a warm feeling for doing a good job.

"Deeper," Oliver commanded.

She complied, taking him to near the rear of her mouth.

"Deeper."

She moved him even deeper, now touching the back of her throat.

"I said DEEPER!"

He grabbed her head and shoved himself all the way down her throat. She gagged and coughed but he held her there, refusing to let up. She tried to bare it, but soon instinct kicked in and she tried pushing away, desperate for a breath of air. Still, he held her and she began seeing stars dance across his stern face. Finally he released his grip, allowing her to fall back onto the bed, gasping for oxygen, though the accumulated saliva quickly sent her into a coughing fit.

"Good girl," said Oliver.

Anne's heart fluttered.

Oliver grabbed her hair again, pulling her mouth back onto his cock. This time he began sliding his cock in and out, pulling her head to meet him. Anne could do nothing as he fucked her face beyond try to maneuver her tongue across his cockhead whenever her mouth wasn't too full. Her brother was nice enough to allow her to breath, though only through her nose whenever her airway wasn't clogged with cock.

His heavy balls slapped against her drool covered chin with every thrust. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she gurgled on her brother's cock. Anne squirmed beneath him, her body instinctively trying to escape while her mind focused on her task.

He released her face, allowing her some pained gasps of air as his cock waited, still pressed against her lips. She wasted no time in taking it back into her mouth, eagerly sliding it across her tongue.

"That's it. Get it nice and wet," Oliver said as he watched, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Anne couldn't wait for him to make good on that promise.

He pulled away, leaving multiple strands of spit connecting his cock to her mouth. Anne knew she looked like the dirtiest slut on the planet after the sloppiest blowjob she had ever given and didn't care one bit. In fact, she loved it.

Without a word, Oliver moved to the side of the bed and began manhandling her, trying to get her in where he wanted her. She was turn, flipped and had her hips pulled up, sticking her ass high in the air. When he was done she was lying in doggy, her head resting on his cool pillows. She looked back, waiting in anticipation for her older brother to take her.

She watched as he admired her rear, giving her bouncy cheeks a firm slap. She felt goosbumps form as he slid his hands across her ass and down her thighs before pulled her back into his cock. His teasing was relentless, rubbing his head against her increasingly sensitive clit.

"C'mooon! Put it in!" she whined.

"Quiet," Oliver ordered, giving her ass another smack.

He leaned down and pulled her pussy lips apart, gazing at the hole he was about to pound the hell out of. Anne felt multiple drops of her own juices sliding down her toned thighs as she squirmed impatiently. She was so ready. So anxious to get going again. She wanted nothing more in the world than for her brother to fuck her stupid. And with one deep thrust, she got her wish.

"ANGH!" she grunted, her face quickly being pushed down into the pillow by her brother.

The entire bed lurched forward, banging against the wall. Anne could only hope Nicole had suddenly gone deaf. Otherwise, there was no way she couldn't hear the almost violent fucking happening just a room away. Regardless, Anne wasn't about to stop her brother. Consequences be damned, they needed each other at that moment.

Oliver ignored Anne's comfort entirely as he fucked her. His thick cock stretched her pussy with every rapid thrust. Combined with his hard grip on her thighs as he pulled her back into him and the occasional slap of her bouncy ass, Anne felt almost as much pain as pleasure. It hurt so good!

"Ollie... Ollie..." she moaned into the pillow.

Her pathetic whimpering only emboldened Oliver, burying himself harder and faster into the pussy so many fantasized about. She adored the sensation as he hammered into her with reckless abandon. Every thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"MMMMMHMHMHMH!" screamed into the pillow as she came.

Her legs gave out, causing to fall flat onto the bed. That didn't deter her brother for a moment as he simply reinserted himself and continued to pound away at her quivering pussy. The room was filled with grunting and moaning, a steady beat kept by the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.

Oliver was relentless. His seemingly infinite stamina allowed him to screw her for what felt like an hour without a single break. Even through the growing aching abused pussy, another even bigger orgasm quickly prepared itself.

Suddenly, the euphoric pleasure between her legs stopped, leaving a maddening emptiness. Oliver had pulled his cock from her twitching pussy, leaving a vacant hole she was desparate to have refilled. Her head shot around like an owl to see him glaring down at her, panting and sweating.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP!" she snarled at her brother.

"Because," he said through deep breathes, "I want to hear you say it."

"Say it? Say what?!" Anne groaned, futilely attempting to push her cunt back onto her brother's pole.

"Don't play dumb! We need to resolve this tonight! I'm not dragging this bullshit out anymore. You know exactly what I want to hear!"

She did. And she absolutely did not want to say it. She knew she was right. She knew it would solve everything. She refused to believe otherwise. More tears formed in her eyes. She used every ounce of willpower to keep her mouth shut. Sadly, that was a well that was quickly drying up.

Ultimately, she was a slave to her pussy.

"I-I... GOD DAMN IT FINE! I won't try to hook you up with Nicole anymore."

"Why?!" he demanded.

"Because it won't help!"

"Why else!?"

"It'll make everything worse!"

"Swear! Swear you'll never even mention it again or I'll throw you out of this room in a heartbeat!" Oliver demanded as his cock teased the entrance to her pussy.

"I... I fucking swear, alright?" Anne promised sadly.

That was enough for Oliver. He gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks the next morning and pulled her back onto his cock. He used her like a cocksleeve, fucking her onto his dick at a rapid pace. Anne knew he was just as close as she was as he sprinted towards the finish line. Her hand moved between her legs to furiously rub her clit until the dam finally broke.

Her pussy clenched hard around cock, milking the cum that was now bursting inside her. His continued thrusting pulled the the semen out, splattering it around her legs and onto the bed, leaving her cunt a sloppy mess of cum and pussy juice.

She felt him emptying his balls of everything they had, coating her insides in a thick layer of incestuous cum. She didn't care about his dirty trick. She didn't care about anything. She could string two thoughts together as her orgasm rocked her body.

Soon they both settled down. Oliver gently laid the hips of his twitching sister back down on the bed, not caring how soaked the sheets were. After shutting off the bedside lamp, he layed beside her, pulling her ass into his deflating cock.

"Goodnight Anne," Oliver said, fully expecting her to be unconscious as usual.

"N-No," Anne mumbled in return, fighting to stay awake.

"What?" Oliver asked, confused.

"Ollie... please. Just... tell me one thing and I'll never ask again."

"God damn it Anne, we jus-"

"I KNOW but please, this one last time, and I'll never say anything about it again."

Oliver groaned at her persistence, "Fine, what?"

"If she was willing... would you? Please, please be honest. I need to know."

Oliver didn't respond for an uncomfortable amount of time. Anne assumed she fucked up yet again and wondered how many weeks they'd be going without sex that time

"You know what? I have question for you instead," he said.

"What? But I just-"

"Quiet."

Her lips sealed.

"Why are you so insistent on this? I know you want to protect Nicole as much as I do, so why in hell would you want to risk it? Why do you want me to try my luck with her so damn bad?"

Anne took a deep breath, reaching past a dozen layers of lies she told herself. She knew if there was any singular person she could trust with her secret, it was Oliver.

"Because..." she started before her voice dropped to the quietest whisper, "Because I want her."

"What?!"

"I want her so fucking bad it hurts! She's so goddamn CUTE! She's everything I could ever want in a girl! She literally set the standard when I first formed my standards, the same way you set my standard for boys. Ever since you and I started fucking, I thought maybe, just maybe, we could bring Nicole in as well."

Anne took a deep breath and continued.

"But I couldn't try it myself. Not without every possible guarantee she would feel the same. I'm terrified I'll screw up even more just because I'm a horny dipshit. If you would have just agreed with me, I wouldn't have felt so damn guilty. I wouldn't have felt insane for wanting to try."

Anne choked back her cries until she could no longer hold it in anymore and began weeping into her hands.

"I'm so sorry. I fucked everything up just because I'm an insecure dumbass. I know it was insane but I just-"

Her whole body racked with sobs. She couldn't continue. Oliver's silence was deafening. She had just spilled her absolute darkest secret and waited with bated breath to see if she had just ruined her relationship with Oliver as well.

"You're... You're not insane Anne. I... I..." Oliver said, struggling to find the right words, "Not that we'll ever risk it but... if Nicole were willing...

"..."

"I would. I really would. I've thought about her for God knows how long. I-I don't know why, and I feel just as guilty about it as you do but... if she were willing, I'd fuck her just as much as I fuck you."

With his words, the final weight lifted from Anne heart. She knew it would be back by the time she woke up, but at the moment, she couldn't believe she was finally validated. She couldn't help herself when her sobs turned to elated laughter.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it!" she laughed, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, you were right. Now let's go to sleep and never talk about this again, just like you promised."

"Yeah sure... I can live with that," Anne said, closing her eyes with an ear-to-ear grin.

*******

Anne was lucky enough to wake up before her brother. After slipping from his arms, she got dressed, careful not to wake him. She wanted to avoid the inevitable apologies Oliver would heap onto her. Like the giant teddy bear he was, anytime Oliver got even the slightest bit rough with her, he would shower her in apologies the next day. She found it just as endearing as it was annoying.

"Maybe I like it rough every once in a while," she thought as she tiptoed out of his room.

"You've been sleeping with Oliver a lot lately," Anne's mother noted, once again catching Anne leaving her brother's room.

Anne jumped in surprise, not expecting to see anyone up that early.

"Yeah, I uh... noticed that too," Anne admitted, trying to mask how funny she found her mother's phrasing.

"Are you getting along again then?"

"Ugh, I don't know. Ask again tomorrow and it'll probably be a different answer."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Mom asked in a leading way, seemingly expecting a positive answer.

"It's fine. I'll figure it ou-" Anne started.

"ANNE! NO! You need to actually talk to me! What is going on with you!?" her mom asked desperately, "You've looked miserable for weeks, you keep fighting with Oliver and your dad said you've been drinking! On a week night no less! This isn't like you and I'm getting worried!"

Anne waved her hand, "It's fine, I'm still keeping up in scho-"

"NO! I don't care about your grades right now. I care about you. What's going ON!?"

Anne sighed. She knew she wouldn't get out of it as easily as last time.

"I had a fight with Ollie and when I tried to fix it, I screwed up something else. When we both tried to fix that, we disagreed on how to go about it. I just... I just keep screwing up. Every time I try and fix things, I just make everything worse!"

"Anything else?" her mother asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not really."

"That's still pretty vague."

"And I'd really like to keep it that way. Sorry."

Mom sighed.

"I see. Well I feel like that's the best I'm gonna get. Only thing I can say is maybe try approaching the situation with a bit more... tact? Whenever you get worked up, you tend to act a bit... uh... rash."

"Yeah, yeah, my friends said the same thing," Anne rolled her eyes. "God, am I the only one who didn't know that about me?"

"Yes," Mom replied bluntly.

"Great, now I have that to worry about."

"Don't worry too much sweetie. At least you always mean well. Just try to work on one problem at a time and try and keep your temper in check."

"Thanks. I'll try."

Her mom smiled and kissed her forehead before heading downstairs to start the day. Anne thought about her mom's words. Did she always mean well, or did she just assume what was best for herself was best for everybody? She sighed, unable to come to a definitive answer as she walked back to her room to start another uncertain day.

"..."

"Ho-ly FUCK, I'm not wearing anything under this t-shirt!" Anne realized with a jolt, the hem barely covering her the essentials.

*******

"Pencils down," Mr. Kearns ordered from the front of the class.

"Way ahead of you dude," Anne thought, having finished the AP Calculus test 20 minutes earlier, drawing random doodles to pass the time.

It seemed Angel had similarly aced the test as she stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for the bell. Their teacher's words seemed to snap her out of her daydream as she looked around, trying to remember where she was. Anne passed her test to the front of the room, noticing she and Angel were part of a handful of students who weren't sweating buckets with anxiety.

"Kearns better not grade on a curve. I want my 100%!" she thought as the bell rung.

Anne and Angel left the class together, smirking confidently.

"Where're you headed now?" Angel asked.

"Programming."

"Isn't that the class you have with Nicole?" remembered Angel, "You sorted that mess out yet?"

"Eh, kinda. Me and Ollie are mostly good right now until I inevitably fuck up again," Anne scowled, "Now I just need to pin Nicole down and force her to talk to me."

Angel frowned.

"Pin her down? Like corner her or something?"

"Yeah! We're going to talk and fix this whether she likes it or not!"

"..."

"Hey Anne?" Angel asked, "Remember that time I said you were an impulsive dumbass?"

"Not in those exact words, but yes."

"Just checking," said Angel, turning to leave, "Good luck with that."

If Anne wasn't so certain she knew what she was doing, Angel's words might have dissuaded her a bit. Instead, she rolled her eyes and continued towards her next class, trying to maintain a steady pace despite every other student stopping to greet her. With how jammed the hallways always were between classes, Anne had learned how to blow through small talk as fast as possible so the many speedbumps in her way wouldn't slow her down.

Anne wasn't the only one who knew how to navigate a crowd as she noticed Nicole's small form coming up the stairs at the end of the hall. She watched her sister effortlessly weave through the horde, not a soul noticing her as she slipped by. Considering she was staring directly at the ground with her head low, she was doing an impressive job.

Further down the hall, Anne's attention was drawn to two chucklefucks who seemed to be on the football team if their letterman jackets were anything to go by. They were passing a football between each other and laughing in the way only teenage dudebros do. Neither seemed to care that they were taking up the whole hall as they ran around like morons. Anne scoffed, thankful neither of them were one of her exes on the team. The one with the awful broccoli top haircut tossed the ball underhand and his larger teammate jumped backwards to catch it... straight into Anne's mousy little sister.

At five foot nothing and a hundred pounds soaking wet, Nicole didn't stand a chance. The full weight of the linebacker threw Nicole back a few feet, bouncing her hard off some lockers before landing flat on her ass with a thud. The textbooks she was carrying flew through the air and anyone who didn't hear the initial impact definitely heard the books clatter to the tile floor. Thankfully, Nicole's backpack stopped her head from cracking against the ground. Though, from how she was clutching her chest with silent scream on her lips, the body slam definitely still hurt like a bitch.

"Oh shit! Sorr-" the jock said as he and a few other people rushed to help her up.

"SORRY!!!" Nicole yelled through a gasping breath, having just recaptured the wind that had been knocked out of her, "IamsosorryIwasn'tlookingwhereIwasgoingI'msorry!"

Nicole scrambled up to her feet and grabbed one of her books before doing the closest thing to a sprint she could manage with a now very pronounced limp. She disappeared down the stairs, leaving a packed but silent hallway.

"I just have to get Oliver to help me load the body in his trunk and we can dump it in the quarry that got flooded last year. If we tie some bricks to his legs, no one'll ever find him," Anne thought, finishing up the murder plot she had been cooking the second he made contact with her sister.

She stared a medieval army's worth of daggers at the sack of shit who hurt Nicole and DARED allow her to apologize to him. As the linebacker scanned the shocked crowd, he finally noticed Anne, shaking with rage. The color drained from his face as he realized whose sister he'd just bowled over. He meekly put his hands up and winced, signaling it was an accident. She felt one of her teeth was about to crack from how hard she was gritting them and relaxed her jaw a bit, still absolutely seething. She was not alone as every student in the hallway was looking at him with the same contempt.

"What the fuck dude?" yelled a kid behind Anne.

Anne marched forward, causing the jock to cower in fear of the 5'8" girl. She never broke eye contact as she approached, making damn sure he knew how livid she was.

"I'm so sor-" the guy started.

"Don't you fucking apologize to me shit dick! Apologize to my FUCKING SISTER," Anne snarled as she strutted right past the terrified boy.

Ignoring the rest of her peers, she picked up the book Nicole had left and gave chase down the stairs. After jumping down half a flight, she hit the bottom and scanned the first-floor hallway for Nicole. Unfortunately, she couldn't see a trace of her through the crowd making their way to the next class.

"She spends all her time in her room and has a hurt leg! HOW IS SHE SO FAST?!" she thought, dodging through the crowd as swiftly as she could.

"ANNE!" a familiar voice sounded near her.

Eyes darting to the left, she saw Cassidy waving her down urgently.

"Anne, I just saw your sister running that way!" she explained, pointing down an offshoot hallway, "She looked kinda hurt. I think something ha-"

"Thanks Cass!" Anne yelled as she booked it down the considerably less populated hall.

Now Anne had a good idea where Nicole was headed. Down that hallway, in the far corner of the school, was a bathroom next to two classrooms that were only used for storage. It was the most isolated bathroom in the school. She would know with the amount blowjobs she had given in the men's room. Putting aside fond memories, she focused on the task at hand.

Approaching the girl's bathroom door, Anne could hear the unmistakable muffled sobs of Nicole. She had heard them through Nicole's bedroom door more than enough to recognize the pitiful sound. This time though, she wasn't going to let her sister say "I'm fine" for the millionth time through a locked door.

Anne flung it open and marched in. She saw Nicole standing in front of a mirror with her shirt and bra pulled up. In the instant before Nicole yelped and yanked her shirt down, Anne saw a large, mottled mark between her sister's breasts that would no doubt become a nasty bruise in the next few hours. She had her glasses on the counter, revealing a similar mark on her face where the right rim had been.

"With a brick," Anne decided, "I'll bash his skull open with a FUCKING BRICK!"

"A-Anne?!" Nicole yelled, squinting her puffy, bloodshot eyes at the blurry image of her twin, "Wha- Why are you here?"

"Pull your shirt back up!" Anne ordered.

"What-"

"PULL IT BACK UP!"

Nicole winced and slowly pulled her long T-shirt back up her chest. She flinched as Anne warm hand moved between her breasts to her sternum, applying light pressure.

"How deep is the pain?" Anne asked.

Nicole cocked her head quizzically but didn't answer.

"Does it feel muscle deep or bone deep? I need to know if anything's fractured!" Anne explained.

"I-I'm fi-"

"IF YOU SAY YOU'RE FINE, I'M SLAPPING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" Anne roared; her other hand ready to call 911 with her cell.

Nicole cowered, "MUSCLE DEEP! N-Nothing feels... out of place"

Anne sighed with relief and pulled her sister's bra and oversized shirt back down for her. She recognized the design on the front as the poster for one of Oliver's favorite movies.

"Ok good, now hold still," Anne said, grabbing Nicole's chin and moving her face within inches of her sister's.

Nicole's eyes went wide in surprise as Anne inspected the proto-bruise on her cheek. With how hard she was shaking, Nicole might as well have been naked in a blizzard. Anne ignored it, focusing on the marks on her sister's face as she moved her head left and right by her chin.

Anne put her phone in her pocket and dragged her other hand's finger along the dark half-circle beneath her sister's right eye, checking for anything broken. Being the co-captain of the cheerleading team, she had spent some time looking at common sports injuries her teammates had received. Considering Nicole had taken the full force of a linebacker tackling her without any padding, she wanted to be extra sure Nicole wasn't injured.

"And this?" Anne asked, putting light pressure on her cheekbone.

Nicole winced, but said, "J-just a bruise I-I think..."

Anne was shocked Nicole's glasses were still intact.

"Ok good," sighed Anne as she wiped away a tear from Nicole's cheek, "What about your leg? I saw you limping after you got back up."

"Y-you were there?!" Nicole whimpered, shame washing over her tear-stained face.

"HEY, HEY! FOCUS! You're leg! How is it?"

Nicole sniffled.

"I... banged my knee against a locker... I don't think it's hurt or anything, just sore..."

"Alright. If anything starts hurting worse or you have trouble breathing, you need to tell me or go to the hospital. Got it?"

"..."

"NICOLE! Got it?"

"y-yes," Nicole whispered.

"Good," Anne said satisfied, pulling her phone back out to text Oliver what happened.

The bell had rung long ago during Anne's mad dash after Nicole, but for once, Anne didn't care. She had far more important things to worry about than her perfect attendance she held since third grade.

"Naw, it still hurts," Anne thought, lamenting all the sick days at school she endured to keep that record.

"I'm sorry," Nicole muttered at the floor.

"Nicole... wha-... wh-... WHY? What could you possibly be sorry about?" Anne asked, utterly baffled.

"I... I should have been looking where I was going," Nicole replied, a fresh flow of tears arriving, "I embarrassed you."

Anne had no idea how to respond to that. What part of Nicole getting the shit knocked out of her could possibly translate to Anne being embarrassed? The fact that Nicole could ignore reality so thoroughly all for the sake of finding another reason to hate herself shook Anne to her core.

"Nicole..." Anne started, but seeing her sister stuff her crying face into her hands caused her to lose her words.

Anne rushed Nicole, wrapping her in a tight hug. Nicole's face was buried in Anne's chest, and Anne's firm grip kept it there. Nicole struggled a bit but Anne held her sister tightly. For once, Anne wasn't going to let her run away. Nicole would know exactly how much Anne loved her whether she wanted it or not.

"Nicole, you did literally nothing wrong," Anne said soothingly, her lips pressed into Nicole's thick hair, "Even if it what happened were somehow your fault, nothing about that would embarrass me in the slightest. Give me a fucking heart attack? Absolutely. But to think you embarrassed me is ridiculous."

Nicole tried to talk between sobs, "B-but, anyone who knows I'm your sister-"

"Would what? Think less of me just because my sister got bashed against a locker by some jackass who wasn't paying attention? If you can explain the logic of that, I'll let you go right now."

"If I didn't... I should've... He..." Nicole stammered.

"Nicole, you are an absolute sweetheart for thinking of me over yourself, but it kills me to see you so miserable. Please just talk to me," Anne said, tears forming in her own eyes as well.

"I... I'm... I'M SORRYYYY," Nicole suddenly yelled into her sister's chest, finally returning the hug.

This was the first apology in as long as Anne could remember that she actually wanted to hear from Nicole.

"I'm sorry for not talking to you. I just... don't want to be a bother," Nicole cried, "You and Oliver are just so amazing and I'm just..."

Nicole paused, catching her breath.

"I don't want to be compared to you. I know I'm the disappointment of the family and I hate thinking about it. If no one thinks about me, no one can judge me... or the family for making me."

Anne felt her heart tear in half and clutched Nicole even tighter.

"Well tough shit!" replied Anne, "I think about you all the time! I'm worried sick! We all are! Mom, Dad and Oliver too. Hell I have every last one of my friends looking out for you when I can't! We care about you! You always look so sad and scared and isolated to the point that I'm scared you'll... you will..."

Anne left that topic to hang. She couldn't bring herself to say her greatest fear. She allowed Nicole to pull back and look into her eyes.

"Wait... you think I'm gonna..." Nicole said, shocked, "Anne... no. I could never do that to you."

Now it was Anne's turn to break down.

"TO ME?!? FOR FUCK'S SAKE NICOLE THINK OF YOURSELF!" Anne screamed before Nicole pulled her back into the hug.

Anne wailed into her sister's thick curls, feeling Nicole shaking in her arms. They stood in the bathroom, wrapped in each other's arms as they let years' worth of bottled emotions flow out. Anne stroked Nicole's long hair, bringing pleasant memories of how close they were when they were younger.

"Please... just talk to us. Let us know you're ok. Let us know when you're not. Let us fucking help you!"

Nicole sniffled; her hands gripping Anne's shirt harder. Nicole didn't say anything for far too long. Anne's mind raced, worried that wasn't something her sister could guarantee.

"I... I will... I promise," Nicole said earnestly.

They stayed there a bit longer, letting out the last of their cries. As she was calmed by her sister's deep breathing, Anne realized just how wiped she was. The stress of worrying about Nicole, the race through the school and a long overdue heart to heart left her utterly drained.

Behind her, Anne heard the door to the bathroom open and then quickly close, though no one entered. She was glad whoever they were had the decency to fuck off. She wasn't in the mood to dump two bodies that day.

Finally, the sisters mutually pulled away from each other.

"I'm calling Oliver. We're going home," Anne said matter-of-factly.

"What? But it's only third period!"

"Nicole, I'm exhausted, my makeup is ruined and you look like you picked a fight with a train. We are BOTH going home," Anne said, leaving no room of debate as she dialed Oliver's number.

The phone rang just long enough to keep Anne in suspense.

"What's up?" said Oliver, answering the phone.

"Hey... are you busy?" Anne asked, worried she caught him during a lecture.

"Not really, but if this is a booty call, my next class is in half an hour. I don't think we'll have the ti-"

"Nicole got hurt. I need you to come pick us up," Anne cut him off, hoping Nicole couldn't hear Oliver from where she was standing.

"..."

"Are you still there?" Anne asked.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes." Oliver said, his voice deadly serious before hanging up.

"Uh... I guess he'll be here soon," Anne addressed Nicole, "Let's go wait out front."

*******

Fifteen minutes later, Oliver's car screeched into the parking lot. His sisters were sitting on a bench in a small alcove Nicole had suggested, far enough away that he didn't notice them waiting. Anne watched him park at the curb and burst out of the driver's door, frantically looking around.

Anne pulled out the earphones she was sharing with Nicole before standing and waving to their brother, though he still didn't notice them. Holding her hand, Anne led Nicole over to a panicked Oliver.

"Hey," Anne said, causing Oliver to spin around.

"Oh my god! Anne, have you been crying?! Nicole, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE!" Oliver yelled, "Do we need to go to the hospital? Police?"

"We're... mostly fine," Anne said, trying to calm her agitated sibling, "Someone accidently hurt her and I got all worked up about it."

Oliver froze. The panic on his face morphed into a deep scowl.

"What. The Fuck. Happened?" Oliver asked through bared teeth, absolutly seething.

"One of the guys on the football team accidently body checked her against some lockers while playing around in the hall," Anne calmly explained, her own rage now ice cold.

Oliver looked like he was about to say (or scream) something, but was interrupted by Nicole, who had paused her nervous fidgeting to surprise her brother with a hug. In an instant, all anger evaporated from his face. A squeaking sound escaped from his quivering lips. He hesitantly moved his arms down to wrap around his little sister, touching her for the first time in years.

"Thanks for coming," Nicole whispered.

Anne saw the muscles in Oliver's strong arms flex as he tried not to show his emotions. He failed miserably.

"O-Of course. You... You can call me any time," Oliver choked out.

Nicole gently broke the hug and scurried into the back seat. Anne shut the door behind her before leaning closer her stunned brother.

"We had a long, very productive talk before I called you," Anne whispered, "I think things are going to be a lot better."

"Wait, did you talk about... us?" Oliver asked nervously.

"No... but we need to. All three of us. As soon as we get home."

Oliver grimaced, sharing Anne's aversion of an incredibly unpleasant conversation, though he forced himself to nod his head.

"Good, then let's go," Anne said.

Anne sat in the back with Nicole as Oliver drove them away from the school. As she attempted to wipe away her running makeup, Anne gave more detail about the incident and gave some cliff notes of the sisters' bathroom talk. Anne was touched by the thoughtful smile Oliver had as she told him Nicole's promise. Nicole was her usual quiet self, though the edges of her mouth curved slightly upward, telling Anne she was still ok.

Eventually the dialogue petered out and they silently enjoyed the drive home on a lovely Autumn day. Though at one point, Anne noticed Oliver's face darken and heard him muttering to himself. She managed to catch something about "the flooded quarry".

"Oh good. Glad we're on the same page," she thought.

*******

Nicole's cathartic serenity didn't even last a full fifteen minute car ride. By the time Oliver pulled into the driveway, her nervous fidgeting had come back with a vengeance. To the surprise of no one, Nicole tried to scurry off to her room before the front door even clicked closed. She was stopped when Anne grabbed her hood and yanked her back.

"No," Anne said sternly, Nicole looking back confused, "We still have one more thing to talk about."

Nicole cocked her eyebrows and tilted her head before a look of horrified realization dawned on her.

"Uh, w-we can save whatever it is you want to talk about for, uh, later," Nicole tried to excuse herself feebly, "My chest is hurting again and I-I'm gonna sleep it off."

Anne and Oliver glanced at each other.

"Uh-huh," said Anne in a monotone, "Anyway, let's go to my room."

Nicole's siblings stood behind her on either side and gently led her up the stairs. Anne felt like she was leading someone to the electric chair.

"At least then, only one of us would be having a bad time," lamented Anne bitterly, sharing Nicole's reluctance.

The procession moved grimly down the hall into Anne's room. Shutting the door behind them, Oliver stood guard as Anne led Nicole to her bed.

As they sat down, Nicole flinched when she touched the bed. She looked back and forth between her hand and the sheets, like she expected to find something foul coating both. Beneath Nicole's usual twitchiness, Anne noticed a grimace of disgust.

"The fuck?!" thought Anne, offended, "Does she think my sheets aren't clean or something? I mean... granted I haven't washed them since Ollie and I last had sex in them but she wouldn't... know... that..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"How long have you known?"

"W-What?" Nicole jumped.

"Yeah, what?" Oliver asked, also curious.

"I know you saw us in Oliver's room at least once, but you should have no idea if we've done it in here unless you've seen us. You obviously know more than I thought. So again; how long have you known?" Anne pressed in her best interrogative voice.

Nicole's eyes darted between her waiting siblings, desperately looking for an excuse. Or maybe just a way to escape. Failing to find anything, she simply looked down at her hands in her lap.

"Since... a little over a month ago," Nicole admitted, "Maybe longer."

Anne and Oliver winced with actual pain. They had been besides themselves for days, terrified of Nicole's reaction, only to find out she had known for weeks without either of them suspecting a thing. Their week of worry and drama after Nicole had 'discovered' them had been for absolutely nothing.

"A month..." Oliver muttered in disbelief.

Anne wished she had noticed a change in behavior that could be explained by the reveal, but as far as she could tell, Nicole wasn't any more of a nervous wreck than she normally was.

"Why didn't you tell us you knew?" Anne asked.

Nicole's brow furrowed and her nose crinkled, making a face Anne had never seen her make before. For the first time, Nicole looked at Anne like she was an idiot.

"Fine, yeah, stupid question, I know," Anne said, waving her hand dismissively.

A dozen more questions ran through her mind, each with a more embarrassing answer than the last. Oliver beat her to the punch.

"How'd you find out?" he asked.

"You guys aren't exactly... subtle," Nicole said, pursing her lips, "The first time I saw you guys was in Oliver's room when Mom and Dad were out last month."

"That... doesn't narrow it down at all," thought Anne.

"The first time? How many times did you catch us?" Oliver asked.

"Uuuuuuuuh, weeeeell," stalled Nicole while counting her fingers, "A bunch of times in your rooms, 3 times in kitchen, 8 times in the bathroom, 4 in the laundry room-"

"That many-" Anne started.

"5 times in the basement, 3 times in Oliver's car, twice in the backyard, 4 times in the living room, and once under the bleachers at school. Basically, if it isn't school hours and I don't see at least one of you in front of me, I assume you're off having sex somewhere."

Anne and Oliver were stunned.

"..."

"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE CAUGHT US?!" exclaimed Oliver.

"OH MY GOD, ARE WE REALLY THAT OBVIOUS?!" cried Anne.

"If you know what to look for... yeah, kinda..." Nicole hesitantly agreed.

As much as Anne didn't want to admit it, that list wasn't entirely unrealistic. Before the incident in Nicole's room, fucking her brother was far and away Anne's favorite daily hobby. In fact, Nicole's list vastly undersold how often they were together.

Nicole continued, "The most recent was last night in Oliver's room when I heard Anne yell something. I looked in the window to see if you guys were fighting but... uh... you weren't..."

"THE WINDOW?!" exclaimed Oliver, "WE'RE ON THE SECOND FLOOR!"

Nicole flinched at Oliver's raised voice.

"D-Don't worry, it's fine! It's totally safe if it's not wet."

"Please, for the love of GOD, tell me you haven't been out there when it was wet."

Nicole sucked in air through her teeth, knowing Oliver wouldn't like the answer.

"Remember that time I messed up my nose and I said I tripped? Weeeell, it's more accurate to say I... slipped..."

Oliver looked like he was about to vomit. Anne sat quietly, trying to process all the new information. The mention of Nicole's bruised nose early the previous month put it in perspective just how long she had known. While finding out Nicole had been clambering around the roof just to spy on them had been alarming, Anne was at least glad Nicole didn't seem to hear their argument beforehand.

Nicole then perked up as she remembered something else that could hopefully change the topic, "Oh right! There was also that time in my room when Anne... wore... my clothes..."

Nicole's voice trailed off as the three of them screamed internally at the horrible turn the conversation had taken. Anne would have preferred to show their parents a professionally produced porno starring her and Oliver than find out their sweet sister knew about the worst thing they ever did.

"H-how did you know about that? We made sure you weren't home," Anne asked, ironically unable to meet her sister's eyes..

"M-My computer's webcam is always recording. I skim the footage every day to make sure no one is going through my room when I'm gone."

"..."

"Oliver, please for the love of God say something," Anne thought desperately and, based on his stunned silence, futilely.

Anne took a deep breath, "Nicole... I am so sorry we did that. I don't know what the fuck we were thinking! That was an awful thing to do to you."

"I'd just like to point out that we regretted it immediately," Oliver said, "Like... REALLY regretted it. To the point I couldn't sleep right for days."

Nicole blushed and turned away.

"It... It's fine," Nicole said dismissively, "I uh... I don't mind."

"What?!" Anne asked, stunned, "What the hell do mean 'I don't mind'? You really should mind!"

"I mean... I was pretty angry about it at first, but then I thought about it a bit more..." Nicole bit her lip, "It wasn't that bad."

"She's paranoid enough to keep a camera running all day, but us invading her room and fucking in her bed while she's gone is fine?" Anne thought, baffled, "Jesus her self-esteem must be rock bottom if she-"

Anne paused that thought. Something was off. Nicole wasn't dismissing it in a self-loathing way. She seemed to genuinely not care. Even more than that, something about her mannerisms set off alarms in Anne's head. Combined with what she said earlier about how she "knew what to look for". Why was she actively looking for her siblings having sex if she wasn't planning to do anything with the information?

"OH MY GOD, OF COURSE!" Anne thought, shocked she didn't realize it sooner, "She's turned on!"

All the pieces immediately fell in place. Nicole wasn't just "catching" their incestuous trysts by accident. She was actively seeking them out because she was into it! And based on her obviously faked indifference at what they did in her room, she wanted to be more involved. A wish Anne was happy to grant.

She decided to test the waters.

"So... what'd ya think when you saw the video?" asked Anne, studying her sister's face closely, "Pretty hot, right? I hope you saved a copy for me."

"ANNE!" barked Oliver angrily, "We talked about this!"

Anne simply gestured him to look at their sister. Nicole was playing with her hair nervously as her eyes fluttered around the room. She was failing to suppress an embarrassed grin.

"I-I... I don't know..." Nicole replied bashfully as she hugged herself.

Anne looked at Oliver with the smuggest "I told you so" face she could muster. Oliver on the other hand looked like his brain had shut down. Like his reality had broken and he was still picking up the pieces.

"He'll get over it in a second," thought Anne, devilishly.

"Hey Nikki?" Anne asked, causing her sister to turn towards her, still averting her eyes.

"Y-yeah? What's u- MMH?!" Nicole was interrupted by her sister's lips pressing against hers.

The kiss surprised everyone, including Anne a little bit. She had not woken up that morning expecting to make out with her asocial twin. Yet there she was, probing her sisters' lips with her tongue. Even more surprising; Nicole was reciprocating. Nicole recovered faster than expected and returned Anne's advances, their tongues sliding over each other.

Predictably, Nicole wasn't the best kisser. But she didn't need to be for Anne to feel a tingle between her legs as their tongues danced. Anne grabbed Nicole's hips and gently pulled her closer before tracing her tongue around the edge of Nicole's mouth. Anne gave Oliver a side eyed glance, the sight of his little sisters making out seemed to cause a civil war in his head.

Nicole continued her out of character behavior when her hand moved to Anne's breast, kneading it softly. Anne moaned into Nicole's mouth.

"Seems she's a lot less timid when she's horny," Anne thought, "Good to know."

Anne began unzipping Nicole's hoodie slowly enough to keep her from noticing. Nicole shrugged the hoodie off when Anne pulled at it, too lost in the moment to care. She only found herself when Anne's fingers snaked under the hem of her long shirt, causing her to jerk back.

"WAIT!" Nicole yelled, eyes wide, "Y-You don't need to see me without a shirt... There's nothing to see."

Anne smiled gently, "Oh Nikki..."

She leaned in and kissed her again.

"P-Please, my shirt can stay o-"

Anne kissed her again.

"I... I don't..."

Anne kissed her again, her tongue sliding around Nicole's lips.

Nicole groaned, frustrated at her lack of willpower before raising her arms up, allowing Anne to peel the long top for her body and toss it at Oliver.

"There," Anne said, smirking at her brother, "You can have one of your shirts back."

Oliver clutched it tight, to enthralled by the show to say anything.

Anne inspected Nicole's body, this time sexually rather than medically. Nicole was skinny, no doubt about that, though not to an unhealthy degree. Her breasts were nowhere near as full as Anne's but were still a respectable handful. And based on the ill-fitting bra covering them, they were still growing. Anne was pretty sure she had some older bras that might fit Nicole better and resolved to give them to her later.

She reached around Nicole's back, causing Nicole to flinch once again. Nicole looked like she was about to protest when she saw the look on Anne's face that said loud and clear, "We both know you're going to let me do it eventually so let's skip the theatrics." Nicole acquiesced, allowing Anne to undo the strap and slip the bra off, exposing her perky tits to her siblings.

Nicole shuddered as her sister cupped her now bare breasts. Anne's fingers traced Nicole's smooth skin, her goosebumps feeling like brail as she inched closer to her hard nipples. She brushed across the little nubs, arousal hardening them to be glasscutters. Nicole's eyes were shut as she faced away, though she slightly pushed her chest outward, desperate for more but too shy to admit it.

"So cute!" Anne squealed mentally.

With a flick of her tongue across Nicole's nipples, Anne produced a deep shudder across her sister's body. Enjoying her sister's pleasure, she sucked Nicole's breast into her mouth, eliciting quiet mewling with every lick. She alternated breasts, sucking each nipple until glistened under the natural light of the room. With a final kiss to each breast and upon Nicole's dumbstruck lips, Anne gently pushed her sister down onto the bed.

"Lift your butt up," Anne ordered softly, sliding her fingers beneath Nicole's jeans.

No matter how much Nicole seemed to want it, she still had to fight her basic nature with every new step. Though it took less effort to win with every bout. After a quick grimace, Nicole complied, allowing Anne to slide her jeans and underwear down her smooth legs. Anne drank in the sight of Nicole's hairless pussy, quivering in anticipation. Its swollen lips covered the pink flesh beneath, making for a beautiful innie.

"Oh! So you do shave!" Anne said, rubbing her hands across Nicole's thighs, dangerously close to her bare pussy.

Nicole pursed her lips, embarrassed.

"Y-Yeah, just my pubes though. I've... never really had leg hair. I started a couple weeks ago when I saw that you did," explained Nicole.

"So that's why you didn't want me coming in your room the other night. I was wondering what you were doing."

"I-I uh... I wasn't... I was actually..." Nicole started to say before deciding it wasn't worth the effort, "Yeah sure..."

"Well, you did a great job," praised Anne as she knelt on the floor between Nicole's legs, "It looks delicious."

Anne's fingers slid up her sister's moist slit, a surprised moan escaping Nicole. Anne spread the pussy's lips wide, allowing her to gaze into the incredibly reclusive Nicole's most private area. She moved her head to the side to share the view with Oliver, knowing he would appreciate it as much as she did. Nicole inhaled sharply has her sister's tongue made contact, flicking across her clit. With a long lick along the entire length, the clean and slightly sweet taste of her sister's pussy washed over her tongue, instantly becoming her favorite snack.

Anne dove in with reckless abandon, eating Nicole's pussy like it was her last meal. Her tongue slid across the pouty lips and snaked it's way as deep as it could go before she licked and sucked on her sensitive button. Nicole seemed to enjoy herself as she bucked and moaned from her sister's tongue. As she wrote the alphabet on her sister's clit, Anne slowly inserted two fingers deep into her pussy. So deep, it surprised Anne when she found little to no resistance beyond a wonderful tightness.

"Huh, no hymen?" Anne noticed, too focused on her task to pay it further thought.

Nicole's legs wrapped around her neck, pulling her deeper as the scent and taste of her sister's pussy overwhelmed her senses. Nicole seemed eager to sample as much of Anne's skills as she could.

"Aaah, God! Anne, keep going! Just like that," Nicole moaned as she pinched her own nipples.

"Just wait until Ollie gets in here," Anne thought, "He'll show you how it's really done!"

Anne had long since accepted Oliver was the better pussy eater between the two of them. With peer reviewed studies from three separate girls directly comparing them, it was difficult to deny. Still, Anne knew she had enough practice to give her sister a decent ride herself.

Nicole's breathing was getting close to hyperventilating and her hips bucked high, telling Anne she was getting close. Anne smiled evilly into her sister's pussy and withdrew her tongue, drawing a long moan from Nicole.

"Noooo," she cried, "Why'd you stop?! I was almost there!"

Anne silently stripped her clothes, tossing them across the room in every direction. Nicole instantly forgot what she was whining about at the sight of Anne's nude body. Anne climbed on top of her and shoved her girl cum soaked tongue into her sister's mouth, which she eagerly accepted. She then moved her mouth barely an inch from Nicole's ear.

"Because I'm not gonna be the one who makes you cum first," she whispered, "He is."

They both glanced over at Oliver, staring at them as he unconsciously rubbed his rigid cock through his pants.

"Do you want that?" Anne whispered, "Do you want Ollie's huge cock in your mouth before he fucks you silly?"

"Oh god yessss," Nicole hissed with lust in her eyes.

Anne lifted her head and addressed her brother.

"Hey Ollie, can you c'mere for a sec? Nikki says she wants to suck your cock."

Their brother's eyes bulged out of his head. Anne knew he had fantasized about this moment and she wanted to make it absolutely perfect for both her siblings. She loved them too much to give them anything less. He shuffled towards the bed in a trance, his thick cock giving the fabric of his khakis the fight of its life. His beautiful, bare-naked sisters sat up, Nicole kneading Anne's tits like giant stress balls. They hung their legs over the side of the bed, calling out to him like sirens luring in a sailor. He stood directly in front of them, both he and Nicole shaking in anticipation.

"Go ahead," Anne said to her sister, "Take it out."

Nicole complied, her dainty little hands clumsily undoing her brother's pants. The lack of experience was as obvious as it was endearing. She soon pulled the flaps apart and, with a moment of hesitation, she pulled his boxers down beneath his balls, revealing Oliver's magnificent cock in all its glory. Oliver shuddered as he felt her heavy breathing caress his organ. Without further prompting, Nicole's hand moved up and grasped the shaft, barely able get a full fist around it. Oliver gasped.

She inspected it closely, like an art critic examining a masterpiece up close for the first time. She tugged it, watching the foreskin slide over the head then tenderly pulling it back again. Her other hand cupped his balls, testing the weight and feeling the warmth they emanated. She thankfully had the sense to be gentle.

"C'mon Nikki," Anne breathed into Nicole's ear, "You've seen me do it plenty of times. You know what to do."

Nicole looked up at her brother for his approval, receiving it with a small nod. She looked back down at the object of her desire and opened her mouth wide. Her tongue stuck out lewdly as she brought her lips over the engorged head of her brother's cock. She brushed her hair out of her eye as she bobbed up and down with a confidence Anne would never have expected. Her eyes, however, betrayed her fear of failure.

Even with everything she had done to set it up, Anne couldn't believe what she was watching. Her adorable, mousy, innocent sister with Oliver's fat cock shoved into her willing mouth. It looked unnatural and wrong in the best possible way. Like a beautiful nightmare she didn't want to wake from.

"If there's a tenth circle of hell, I'm going straight there," Anne thought, nibbling Nicole's earlobe.

Oliver groaned as his sister took him deeper into her mouth. Despite her inexperience, Nicole had apparently picked up a few of Anne's tricks during her voyeurism. Her flushed cheeks bulged with the rapid movement of her tongue, caressing his cock on its way to the back of her mouth.

"GAHK!" Nicole gagged, before throwing her head back, leaving a strand of clear saliva from his cockhead to her lips.

"Careful, Nikki. You're not ready for that just yet," Anne said, "Don't worry though, I'll make sure you'll get plenty of practice with Ollie, ok?"

Nicole looked back at her in a daze, her mouth hanging open mindlessly. Anne giggled and kissed her cheek. Feeling the urge to show off, she turned towards Oliver's engorged cock and plunged it all the way down her throat in one go, giving him a few pumps with the mouth he'd grown so fond of before it could continue exploring new horizons. She popped back off, breathing hard and smiling proudly.

"Soon you'll be able to do that too. Exciting, right?" Anne whispered into Nicole's ear, gently fingering her pussy to drive home the point, "To have your big brother all the way down your throat, shooting his cum directly into your stomach. All because you did an amazing job. I bet you can't wait."

"Uh-huuuh," groaned Nicole.

"Alright, back to work," Anne said, gently pushing the back of Nicole's head into Oliver's waiting meat.

Nicole happily clamped her lips back down, tasting Anne's saliva in addition to her own. With her hand gripping Nicole's curly hair, she helped her sister by guiding her back and forth, careful to keep her from going too deep while making sure she did it the way she knew their brother loved it.

"Good girl. You're doing great! Just like that. In and out. In and out," Anne coaxed, "Remember to use your hands. Ollie loves it when you play with his balls too, Nikki. That's it, perfect."

Nicole moved her mouth to her brother's sack, sucking each ball into her mouth before licking the entire length of the cock until it was back into her the warm embrace of her lips.

"God, Nicole. How are you already this good?" Oliver said through clenched teeth.

"She must be a visual learner. And with everything she's seen, it's no wonder she's a natural," Anne teased before whispering into Nicole's ear again, "Look at him. Look how happy you're making him. Doesn't it make you happy to do this for him? To suck his fat fucking cock until he explodes in your mouth?"

Nicole looked up at her brother, defying all expectation by making intense, lustful eye contact. Oliver smiled down at her, stroking her hair as Anne used her to pleasure him.

"You know what'll make him even happier? When he finally fucks you. When he spreads your legs for the first time and makes you his. And it won't just be him. You'll make me so goddamn happy when I see you impaled on his cock."

Nicole looked like she was about to cum just from cock sucking alone as she listened to Anne's dirty words.

"But above all else, above Ollie's pleasure and above my pleasure, you know who's gonna enjoy it the most when he finally fucks you? You know who's going to cum harder than she ever could with just her fingers? You are Nikki. You're gonna love Ollie's giant dick fucking you stupid. You've seen exactly how much I love it and now it's your turn. You're going to find out exactly why I come back to him over and over again. Why he can do whatever he wants to me whenever he wants. Why, no matter how many people we mess around with, I'll always be his."

Nicole moaned around Oliver's cock. She let out labored panting from the little space the cock afforded her. Small tears dripped from her eyes, but not a hint of fear or regret could be found behind them. Even the slightest touch to her pussy would trigger an orgasm Anne could only dream of. Anne couldn't believe Nicole could get off this much just from sucking cock!

"Oh my god, I'm turning her into an even bigger slut than I am!" Anne realized.

"..."

"Perfect."

Oliver seemed to be in a similar boat to Nicole. He looked like he was using every ounce of his willpower to keep himself from drowning their sister with hot cum, right then and there. His hand's twitched around her head, the only thing keeping him from fucking her face was his last shred of brotherly protectiveness. And even that barrier cracked more and more as Anne pushed Nicole's head just deep enough to keep her from gagging.

"They're ready."

Anne pulled Nicole off his cock to the frustrated groans of both her siblings. She quickly replaced dick with tongue as she kissed Nicole deeply before pushing her onto her back. Nicole's spindly legs hung off the bed as Anne cuddled up next to her sopping virgin cunt. In an attempt to keep her from cumming too quickly, Anne blew a stream of cold air onto Nicole's pussy, causing her to squirm delightfully. As much as she loved her sister, Anne was very excited to play with her new toy.

"So, is this your first time, Nikki?" Anne asked, knowing full well what the answer was, but feeling it polite to ask anyway.

"Uh... kinda?" Nicole replied, uncertain.

"WHAT?!" Anne and Oliver yelled in sync, causing Nicole to recoil.

"I mean yes but..." Nicole took a deep breath and braced herself, "I... have a dildo. It's about the same size as Oliver's peni-... uh, cock."

"..."

"Wow... I have no idea what to do with that information," Anne thought, every revelation about her sister shattering her reality more and more.

"I see..." Oliver said with his dick in hand, unsure how-to proceed.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Nicole sighed in frustration.

"Guys, I'm sorry but I've been dreaming about this for this for weeks. Can you please hurry up and fuck me already?!" Nicole begged, spreading her legs for her brother.

Oliver stayed frozen, looking like a pastor seeing his daughter at a strip club. Desperate not to lose the moment, Anne took the initiative. She gently gripped his soaked cock and pulled it towards their sister's waiting pussy. Nicole moaned as Anne rubbed the head against her clit. Her siblings grew more and more restless as she teased them just a bit more.

"You ready Nikki?" she asked.

Nicole nodded her head vigorously.

"Ollie?"

Oliver licked his lips and gave a solemn nod.

Anne smiled and lowered his cock into her folds, pushing it into the tight hole. She released his cock, allowing Oliver the control over how deep his cock sank into his newly deflowered sister.

"AaaAH," Nicole groaned, shutting her eyes and turning away.

"You ok?" Anne asked, concerned.

"Y-Yeah, it's just... I was wrong," Nicole replied with a wince, "He's actually bigger than the dildo."

"Don't inflate his ego, Nikki," Anne rolled her eyes, "God knows it's already big enough as is."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure she can think of a part of me that's even bigger," Oliver joked with a nervous smile, slowly losing his apprehension.

Nicole's laugh broke through her grimace, sounding like an angelic choir to her siblings who hadn't heard it in over a decade.

"Ollie, I think she's fine. You can keep going," Anne urged, desperate to see the show she'd spent so much time and effort trying to set up.

Nicole grabbed Anne's hand tight as Oliver began slowly pumping into her. Anne watched in amazement as each inch sank inside. Oliver's cock was coated in a thick layer of sweet slime whenever he withdrew that Anne desperately wanted to lick off. Instead, she simply held Nicoles hand and marveled at how well she was taking his cock. Each stoke drew small mewls from Nicole as she gyrated her hips, trying to get more of him inside her.

"Y-You... ANGH! You can go harder... if you want."

Oliver looked pensive, not wanting to hurt his smallest sister.

"Ollie, it's fine. She's not made of glass," Anne reassured him.

Oliver looked at Anne with cocked eyebrows then down at the bruises on Nicole's chest and face.

"You sure about that?"

"Eeeeh no, but do what she wants," Anne shrugged, "It's all about her right now."

It didn't take much to convince him. His strokes turned to thrusts as Nicole's mewls turned to moans. The sound of wet friction filled the room as he fucked her faster and faster. His hands gripped her thin waist, pulling her over his cock like a fleshlight. Anne marveled at how he dwarfed her small body as he pounded into her.

"God... yes... AH... Ollie!" Nicole moaned, barely able to verbalize a word, let alone a complete sentence.

"That's it, Nikki. Take his cock. You're doing great," Anne cooed into her ear.

Anne focused on supporting her siblings, making sure their first time together went perfectly. She gently rubbed Nicole's clit and tried fondling Oliver's heavy balls. A difficult task with their rapid movement as they slapped Nicole's pussy. Suddenly, Oliver pulled out and yanked Anne's head towards him, feeding his cock into Anne's eager mouth. She did her best to suck and lick her sister's cream off her brother's prick as he thrust deep down her throat. He fucked her mouth as if he were still in Nicole's now neglected pussy.

"Olliiiie!" Nicole whined as rubbed herself, desperate for more.

Always eager to please his sisters, Oliver pulled Anne off, allowing her head to fall onto Nicole's thigh as she caught her breath. Nicole squealed as she was impaled on her brother yet again. Oliver leaned down, eclipsing Nicole with his bulk, and kissed her deeply, still thrusting away. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues clashed. With a large push, bottoming out inside her, he stood back up and looked at his other sister.

"Anne..." Oliver grunted as he kept fucking, "Hrn... get... on top... of Nicole."

It took a moment for Anne's cock drunk mind to realize what he was ordering. Once it clicked, she kneeled on the bed and swung her leg over Nicole's waist, settling in until she was face to face with her sweat soaked sister. Their lips magnetized to each other as if that were their natural state.

"God knows how many nights I've spent thinking about doing this with you two," Oliver said, slowing down only a bit.

"Oh please, you would have done this with any two girls that were willing," Anne teased.

Oliver smacked Anne's bouncy ass, eliciting a yelp from her as he continued fucking Nicole.

"NO! Just you!" Oliver said firmly, "Every single time I've thought of this, it was you two. Not you and another girl. Not Nicole and another girl. Just my adorable, sexy as fuck sisters."

Anne turned to look at him, suddenly a bit self-conscious.

"W-Well then... I'm glad you're finally fulfilling your fantasy," Anne said, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"Damn right."

Oliver's cock left Nicole with a pop, quickly finding a new home in Anne's eager pussy. Anne squeaked at his sudden invasion before groaning in delight. Being fucked doggy style allowed Oliver's cock to easily slide across her g-spot, reminding her why it was her favorite position. She felt his balls slap against her clit with every thrust. Just as Oliver was getting into the rhythm, her pussy was left empty as Nicole yelped beneath her.

Anne set aside her disappointment and looked at Nicole's face closely as she was fucked. It seemed sadness was her default expression as she looked like she was about to cry, her moans of lust the only hint of her true feelings.

"Nikki... you look so cu- EEK!" Anne squealed as she felt his cock thrust inside her once again.

"Oh GOD!" Nicole yelped as he swapped back to her.

Oliver kept going back and forth, only giving each sister a few seconds to enjoy his cock pounding into them before going back to the other. Just long enough to start building an orgasm before having it ripped away, over and over. Anne found it equal parts sexy and frustrating as she listened to Nicole's mewling every time it was her turn.

"AAAH!" Anne moaned.

"OHHH!" Nicole did the same.

"GOD!" Anne yelled.

"OLLIE!" Nicole followed.

"Please!"

"Just!"

"PICK ONE!!!" the sisters yelled in unison.

Oliver chuckled.

"Alright, fine. Eenie meenie miney..."

"FUCK!" Anne yelped as he drove the entire length into her, his pelvis slapping her ass.

She felt her pussy contract around his shaft as he fucked her. Her breasts bounced around in Nicole's face, the smaller girl reaching up to hold them in place.

"W-Wait! Ollie! You're suppOSED to be FUCKing NicOLE," Anne tried to say.

Oliver leaned down close to Anne's ear, the base of his cock pressed into her mound.

"What did I say last night, Anne? I said I would fuck her just as much as you. You aren't getting tossed aside just because Nicole's with us now. You're both mine," Oliver said before standing back up and resuming his assault on her pussy.

Oliver always knew exactly what to say to make her melt.

"OH GOD OLIVER, I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!" Anne screamed as he fucked her silly.

Opening her eyes, she saw Nicole looking up at her. Anne's loose hair cascaded around their faces, blocking their vision and cutting them off from the rest of the world, barring the feeling of Oliver's cock ramming her pussy. From behind her glasses, Nicole's wide eyes stared intensely into Anne's as she watched her twin get fucked once again. This time, Nicole wasn't just a simple spectator. She was as close to the action as she could possibly be. They gazed into each other eyes, each thrust from Oliver jerking Anne's body.

"Aaaaaah," she moaned into her sister's face.

"You're so pretty. So sexy," whispered Nicole, "So... perfect."

Anne could say nothing but moan louder. A drop of sweat slid down her forehead to the tip of her nose. With another thrust from Oliver, it fell onto Nicole's cheek. She bared her teeth at Nicole, her orgasm so close, she couldn't even yell properly.

"Go ahead, do it," urged Nicole quietly, stroking Anne's cheek, "Cum for me."

"AAAAAH!" Anne came hard, her pussy squeezing Oliver's cock as hard as it could.

She shuddered, falling limp atop Nicole's body as waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her. Her face was buried in her bed's sheets, making it difficult to breath. Nicole delicately caressed her sister's back as she trembled in her arms. Oliver continued pounding her until she ceased her quaking as the waves subsided, leaving her a shaking mess, barely conscious. Wasting no time, Oliver slid out and immediately delved back into Nicole's waiting pussy.

"Oh God YES!" exclaimed Nicole into Anne's ear.

Anne couldn't move. She fought hard to stay awake, her brain trying to reboot after crashing. She couldn't pass out now! She needed to be there when her siblings finally came together for the first time. The first of many she hoped. Nicole's small body jolted beneath her, propelled back and forth by Oliver's thrusts. Their coital sweat mixed by their bare skin rubbing together with every movement.

"Oh Ollie! Ollie! OLLIIIIIE!" squealed Nicole

Nicole dug her fingernails into Anne's back, the pain jarring her back to reality. Or at least a bit closer. Anne slowly rose up once again, looking into Nicole's face. Beads of sweat dripped down across her adorable freckles. Her glasses were skewed, unable to remain in place from the jostling of her body as Oliver plowed into her. In an effort to silence herself, she was biting her lower lip just hard enough to not draw blood.

"You're doing great Nikki," Anne said dreamily as her head plopped back down, "Good girl. Such a good girl."1]

She listened to the rhythm of her siblings' flesh smacking together as Nicole began to shake.

"I'm... I'm cummiiiing!" Nicole groaned as she squeezed Anne into a suffocating hug.

Her orgasm was of biblical proportions. After weeks of spying, fantasizing and masturbating, she had finally achieved the goal she had never thought possible. Even with the full weight of Anne's nude body across her, Nicole bucked wildly as pleasure exploded through her. With every wave, her muscles contracted, crushing Anne in a rythmatic bear hug. Nicole whimpered and moaned quietly throughout as Oliver continued to fuck her, the clutching of her pussy only hastening his own climax.

"I'm... almost... there!" Oliver grunted behind them.

"W-Wait... AH!... Ollie!" Nicole tried to say, barely more coherent than Anne, "Don't do it... insi- AH!"

"Don't do what inside?" Anne wondered in a daze.

"..."

"... OH SHIT!"

"OLLIE PULL OUT! SHE'S NOT ON THE PILL!" Anne yelled, turning back and falling to Nicole's side.

Thankfully, Oliver barely made it out in time. Yanking his cock free, he sprayed hot cum across his little sister's entire torso, splattering her perky breasts, taut stomach and heaving chest. His greatest fantasy fulfilled, Oliver's cock held nothing back as he spattered Nicole in strands of thick, gooey cum.

With a potential disaster averted, Anne looked at her semen-soaked sibling. Cum dripped down her breast, each deep breath pushing the seed further down her nude body. Anne scooped it into her finger and licked it up, enjoying the familiar bitter taste. She took a larger glob into her fingers and offered it to Nicole who eagerly accepted the gift. Nicole suckled her sister's fingers as she tasted her brother for the first time.

Nicole scrunched her nose.

"Ew," she said with a giggle.

"Hehe, yeah I know. Don't worry, you'll love it soon. Whenever you taste it, you'll know you did a good job," Anne said, scooping more into her own mouth.

The sisters worked together to clean their brother's mess. Anne sucked the cum from Nicole's sensitive nipples and felt like she was doing body shots as she slurped up the semen from her cute belly button. Soon Nicole was relatively clean. All that was left was the cum being traded between the mouths of the two sisters as they kissed deeply.

"Remember to be polite and clean Ollie off," Anne said, pulling back and pointing at their brother's spent cock.

Nicole obliged, sucking her own pussy juice and a small dollop of cum from his deflating prick. After it was as clean as it could be, Anne wanted one more taste. She kissed Nicole passionately as a final send off to her sister's virginity.

Anne pulled back, sucking the strand of spit between their lips into her mouth, "Well? Don't leave me in suspense! How was it?"

"I can't... It was...." Nicole struggle to find the words, "It was perfect. I literally couldn't imagine a better first time. And trust me, I've tried."

Nicole leaned over and hugged Anne tightly. Oliver, meanwhile, gazed lovingly at his beloved sisters as he caught his breath.

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?" he asked as the three of them fell down to the soft bed, Nicole sandwiched between her taller siblings.

Nicole pulled away from Anne and planted another kiss on Oliver's lips. Seeing his surprise, she giggled before answering his question.

"Are you guys ever not lucky? I always assumed mom or dad wished on a monkey's paw for a perfect family and I was the ironic twist," Nicole said jokingly.

"Nikki don't say that," Anne scolded, smothering Nicole's head in her breasts with another hug.

"Sorry," she replied when her sister allowed her to breathe again.

The three of them laid there, caressing each other's bodies in post-orgasmic delight. They would continue later, but at the time, they just wanted to enjoy the moment. They were finally together.

"I never thought something like this would happen," Nicole whispered, wiping away a tear.

"I'm annoyed it didn't happen sooner," Anne said pointedly at Oliver, unable to resist throwing shade at her brother.

Oliver rolled his eyes and pulled Nicole tight.

"God you're so CUTE!" he declared.

Nicole giggled before furrowing her brow, "I... I am?"

"YES!" Anne exclaimed, "You've been spying on us for weeks! How in hell have you not heard me say that like... a thousand times? For Christ's sake, I dressed and acted like you to drive Ollie crazy and we both know how well it worked!"

Nicole shrugged.

"I assumed you did that as a joke."

"..."

"You thought we did all of that just to make fun of you... and you still had sex with us?" asked Oliver.

"I got over it eventually. No reason to hold a grudge," Nicole shrugged again.

"... Hey Nicole?" asked Anne.

"Yeah?"

"We're signing you up for therapy ASAP."

"Ok."

"..."

"But first, round two!" Nicole said as climbing into Oliver's lap.

Her brother was happy to oblige.

*******

Five rounds later, the siblings were thoroughly exhausted, physically and emotionally. They had been fucking each other senseless for hours, making up for lost time. Anytime Oliver deposited another load in or across one of his sisters, they would immediately jump on each other, kissing and licking out few more orgasms while he recharged. After screwing in every position and on every surface in the room they could find, Anne fell unconscious, splayed wide in her bed, a dribble of cum falling from her well-fucked pussy.

The sound of the garage door opening stirred Anne awake. She glanced to her left and saw Oliver draining what had to be the very last drops of cum he had left into Nicole's eager mouth.

"Shit, you hear that?" Oliver asked, looking down at Nicole.

"Uh-oh!" Nicole said, looking between herself and Anne, "Crap! Look at us! We're absolute messes!"

Anne watched her siblings scramble. Nicole threw on her clothes, not bothering to wipe off any of the many streaks of white slime across her body. Oliver was running around the room, trying to find what clothes on the ground were his and what clothes used to be his, growling in frustration. Anne on the other hand was in no real rush. She knew whichever parent was home would be hanging out downstairs for a bit, as always. Besides, it wasn't like she would be leaving her own room.

She closed her eyes and relaxed in her bed while her siblings panicked.

"Is Anne still asleep?!" Nicole exclaimed.

"Yeah, any time she cums hard enough, she's knocked out cold for a decent while," Oliver explained.

"Yeah I uh... I know," muttered Nicole.

"Right..."

Nicole started tapping Anne on the head urgently.

"Hey, we gotta get cleaned up. Someone's home!"

Anne groaned, forced her eyes back open and looked around, inspecting the state of her room. With clothes still haphazardly thrown around, multiple white streaks dripping down various surfaces, and the thick smell of sweat and sex permeating the room, it looked like a twenty-person orgy had come and gone rather than just three horny siblings.

"You guys are helping me clean this up later," Anne said, wiping up the load dripping from her snatch.

"Yeah, whatever, get dressed," Oliver said dismissively.

Anne chose to ignore his tone.

"Alright, here's the plan," she said, sitting up in her bed calmly, "Nicole, go to your room and pretend you've been in there since school ended. Hard sell, I know, but with some luck, they might buy it."

"Pffft," Nicole giggled into her hand at Anne's sarcasm.

"Ollie, you hop in the shower first. If asked, just say you just finished a workout. Nicole'll go next in an hour or so. I'll do the same after her and we should be all good by dinner. I'll figure out laundry later. Everyone got it? Good. Now get out and let me finish my nap."

"As you command, Your Highness," Oliver said as he opened one of the windows to air out the room.

A frigid breeze blew over Anne's nude, sweaty body.

"STOP DOING THAT!" she yelled as she rushed to cover herself with her blanket.

Oliver and Nicole laughed as they left her room, making sure to lock it on the way out.

Under the covers, Anne felt her muscles ache and realized just how long and hard they had been going at it. If it wasn't for the arrival of whichever parent was stomping around downstairs, they likely would have kept going at it all night... or died trying.

"Next time Mom and Dad go on a couple's getaway, they're gonna come home to three very happy corpses," Anne thought, laughing into her pillow.

*******

Anne's plan worked perfectly, not that it was much of an accomplishment. What parent would suspect all three of their kids of having an hours long ménage à trois just because they took showers at strange times? She did, however, feel the need to change one part of the plan...

Click

The bathroom door opened quietly, the sound of running water masking her entrance. Through the hiss of the showerhead, Anne could hear a soft happy humming from within. She smiled as she watched Nicole's small silhouette bounce around on the balls of her feet with glee. It finally sunk in that Nicole was genuinely happy for the first time in as long as Anne could remember. She didn't know how long the honeymoon phase would last but she was determined to make long term changes while she could. But for now, she was content that her sister was still capable of that kind of joy.

Evidently, Nicole was on cloud nine as she didn't hear Anne strip nude and creep closer to the shower. She pulled back the curtain slowly to avoid spooking Nicole.

"Hey Nikk-"

"JESUS CHRIST!" Nicole yelped, barely catching herself from slipping.

"Well I tried," Anne thought.

Anne stepped into the tub as Nicole tried to cover herself with her arms.

"Seriously?! Dude, my tongue was fully inside your pussy like... an hour ago! I've already seen more of your body than you ever will!"

"R-Right," Nicole said bashfully, allowing Anne access to the full view once again.

"That's better. God, I'm never gonna get tired of looking at you," Anne said, ogling her sister's small glistening body shamelessly, "Anyway, I was just thinking we could save some water and time if we washed each other."

"Oh... ok. I think I'd like that," Nicole said with a slight smile.

Anne slipped past Nicole, the tight space causing their bodies to slide across each other pleasantly. It seemed Nicole took her showers unreasonably hot as Anne tried not to yelp when she felt the almost scalding water flow over her. After a few moments of extreme willpower, she got used to the temperature and turned to Nicole, wrapping her in a hug from behind. Her hands slid liberally across Nicole's thin torso, feeling her sister shudder when she approached the more sensitive areas.

Nicole melted in her arms, pushing back against her in an effort to be as close as possible. Nicole's head rested just above her sister's breasts, her hair tickling Anne's nipples. With how much shorter her sister was, Anne had to lean low in order to reach the goal between her legs. Suddenly, Nicole's trembling hand gently took hold of her wrist.

"H-Hey Anne? Do you mind if we not go any further? I'm a bit sore... everywhere," Nicole asked pensively, trying not to offend, "I-I mean we can if you want! I don't mind!"

Anne immediately moved her hands to more modest positions on her sister's body, "Of course Nikki. Neither me or Ollie will ever be mad if you aren't in the mood. Don't ever feel like you have to do anything you don't want to, ok?"

"Th-Thank you," Nicole muttered, barely audible over the shower.

"Of course. Although on that note, I was wondering how you're feeling about all this. I know I didn't exactly ask permission before... well, you know. Now that you've had a bit of time to think alone, I wanted to check if you had any regrets?"

"NO! OH MY GOD NO!" Nicole exclaimed, her head snapping to the left in a failed attempt to turn around, "Anne that was amazing! I've been sitting in my room terrified you would come in and say it was all a giant mistake! If anyone should be having regrets, it's you guys!"

Anne pulled her as tight as she could, kissing along her shoulder and up her neck until she reached her ear, "Never. I will never regret anything I do with you or Ollie. And Nikki? Please, for the love of God, stop talking about yourself like that. It kills me to hear you say those things. We love you and that'll never change."

Nicole said nothing, which worried Anne. Nicole's head fell low as her hands squeezed her sister's. They stood there under the hot water for the better part of half an hour as they rocked back and forth soothingly. Dispersed throughout their embrace, Anne nuzzled into Nicole's thick, soggy curls and planted gentle kisses on her neck.

"Hey Anne?" whispered Nicole, waking Anne up from her zen state.

"Yeah?"

"I do have one regret," Nicole said, causing Anne to tense up.

"Name it and I'll never do it again."

"It's not something you did... and it didn't happen today."

"Hm?"

"It's about my... shirt," Nicole said with the fear in her voice rising, though Anne didn't have a clue as to what she was talking about.

With a deep breath, Nicole continued, "Ollie didn't take my shirt... and you didn't lose it."

"What the hell is she talking about? What shirt?" Anne wondered.

"..."

"Wait... you don't mean... the yellow one?"

"Yeah..."

"But I thought we..." Anne trailed off, not knowing what she thought anymore.

Anne flashed back to that day. She remembered during their invasion of Nicole's room, she picked up the shirt for a moment before tossing it away. While she didn't see him take it, she was positive he had stolen it back after Nicole revealed the shirt was missing at dinner and blew up at him. Once she cooled down, she decided it wasn't worth the fighting since Nicole never seemed to put it together. But, as she recently learned, Nicole knew within an hour of the act. So if Oliver didn't take it, where the fuck did the shirt go?!

"I... I... I lied," Nicole admitted, her voice gripped with fear, "I only said I lost it because I was mad and wanted to get back at you. I didn't think everything would spiral out of control like that!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Anne couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her body shook with emotion as she remembered the arguments, the sleepless nights and the guilt Nicole had caused with her lie. She remembered the panic attack that gripped her like a straightjacket. If Anne had even the smallest bit more pride, her relationship with her brother may have never recovered. She was positive her sister had shaved a decade off her lifespan from the stress alone.

"A-Anne? Are you mad? Please say something!"

"..."

Anne's voice was deathly serious, "Nicole... That is... by far... the funniest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I am so fucking proud of you."

"What?"

"I never, EVER, would have thought you'd be capable of doing something like that. Hell, I'm half-surprised you didn't apologize to us for how messy your room was! Make no mistake, we absolutely deserved that and more!"

Nicole mumbled something that Anne only caught small portions of over the sound of the shower. If Anne didn't know any better, it almost sounded like she said something about "Lindsay".

Anne decided it wasn't worth asking her to repeat herself and continued, "I hope your revenge made up for what we did even the tiniest bit. God knows a good bit of payback puts a smile on my face."

"I mean... it kinda did for a sec. But then I realized just how bad things got between you guys and panicked."

"Wait... is that what you came to talk to us about when you 'caught' us?"

Nicole nodded.

"Damn, the butterfly effect is a bitch," Anne thought.

"Well, everything worked out in the end so no need to keep dragging it out," Anne said, kissing the top of Nicole's head.

"Speaking of dragging things out... did the water just get colder?" Nicole asked, waving her hand under the stream.

"Haha! Yeah, feels like it! So much for saving water huh?"

As the water grew colder and colder, the sisters quickly did what they came to do and washed up, their sudsy hands freely roaming over every inch of skin they could find, washing all evidence of their incestuous threeway down the drain. Not including the many stains across Anne's room.

"I'm gonna need a black light to clean all that," Anne thought as she brushed her sister's hair back in her room.

"Y'know, in hindsight...," Nicole started, "I feel stupid for thinking you guys didn't care. With all the stuff you tried to do for me, it really was embarrassingly obvious."

Nicole chuckled to herself before her voice darkened in shame.

"I just told myself whatever I needed to justify keeping you away. God, I wasted so much time trying to get away from you guys, all to feel even the slightest bit like I wasn't in your shadow."

Anne tried to steer her thoughts into something a bit more constructive, "Not to pile it on, but Mom and Dad would very much like to hear from you too. They never compare you to us and care just as much as me and Ollie... Well, almost as much. I don't think they'd be onboard with our 'sibling bonding' activities."

The sisters laughed together.

"Can you believe that up until right this second, I thought I had a pretty good handle how my life was?" asked Nicole, "I thought of myself as 'exceptionally self-aware' for Christ's sake! HA! Not even close!"

"Oh cool, we have something else in common!" Anne joked bitterly, "I thought I was too until Mom, Oliver and all my friends told me that I'm apparently 'impulsive' and 'rash'."

"Uh... Yeah?" Nicole said with cocked eyebrows, looking at Anne in the mirror, "Did you just found out about that?!"

"Oh, all of you can bite me! I turned out to have been right about literally everything!"

"Yellow shirt."

"Almost literally everything!"

Nicole sighed with a large grin as she turned around, wrapping her arms loosely around Anne's waist. She leaned up and surprised her with a deep, loving kiss from someone who was full of surprises that day.

"I know I don't need to tell you this but... Never change Anne. You're perfect."

Anne's knees felt weak as her heart fluttered.

"I guess Ollie's not the only one who can make me feel this way."

*******

After taking their time grooming each other, the sisters once again separated back to their respective rooms. Nicole said she needed to make a phone call and vanished into thin air before Anne could ask any further questions. Anne shrugged and went back to her room to spend a while in bed, texting her friends. Apparently, Nicole's incident was the talk of the school as Anne had received dozens of texts inquiring about Nicole's status. Some were worried, most were morbidly curious.

She sent vague platitudes to the majority of the vultures, only revealing anything of value to her real friends. She also caught them up on the progress she'd made with her siblings, leaving out anything after they arrived home for obvious reasons.

Strangely, the usually talkative Lindsay seemed preoccupied with something, but wouldn't say what.

"I wonder who's dick she's busy sucking," Anne thought, only half-joking.

Hours later, after the three siblings were sufficiently presentable, Anne smelled dinner was close to being ready. She set down her phone and left to collect a now vanilla scented Nicole and lavender scented Oliver from their rooms, telling them they needed to talk to their parents. As they descended the stairs, Anne made a mental note to tell Oliver to stop using her body wash.

Fully clothed and without the boon of having her brother's cock in hand, Nicole's usual timidness resurfaced. Her posture lowered and her arms crossed across her stomach, once again trying to make herself as small as possible. Try as she might, Anne could no longer get more than a few words out of her at a time. Thankfully, she still stuck close to her siblings, telling Anne a permanent change had been made.

"Hey Dad," Oliver said as they strode into the kitchen.

"Oh!" Dad said in surprise, "Hey kids, I didn't expect you so soon. Dinner won't be for a few more minutes."

"That's fine. We just wanted to say hi," said Anne.

Their dad smiled, always happy to spend time with his kids. His eyes narrowed then bolted open in shock when he noticed his smallest daughter peeking out from behind Oliver.

"Well hi Nicole! I... uh... didn't see ya there," he said, not sure what to say.

"H-Hey Dad...," Nicole mumbled, unable to find her words, "Um... how are you?"

"I'm... good?" Dad said, floundering the conversation.

Anne rolled her eyes and nudged Nicole with her elbow. When Nicole looked at her, Anne tilted her head towards their dad. Nicole got the message and, with a second of hesitation, closed the distance between her and Dad in a flash. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest, almost toppling him over from the impact.

"WOAH!" Dad exclaimed, looking at his two other kids for an explanation for Nicole's wildly out of character behavior, receiving only happy grins in return.

Dad took a moment to look back and forth between all his children in confusion before realizing there was no reason to question a good thing and returned the hug. Nicole trembled as his hand rested on the back of her head.

"Are you... doing ok?" Dad asked.

"Y-Yeah. Or at least, I'm doing better," Nicole replied, looking up at him.

Dad smiled before looking at her face curiously.

"Wait. What happened? Where'd those bruises come from?" he asked, concerned.

"It turns out if the beatings continue long enough, morale improves!" Anne laughed at her own joke.

"Hilarious," their dad said dryly, not believing for a second his kids were even remotely capable of hurting Nicole, "What actually happened?"

"There was a bit of an accident at school. Oliver came to pick us up and that led to us finally talking," Anne said, her smile losing its snark and becoming more genuine, "I think... it's going to be a lot better now."

Their dad grinned proudly at them. Nicole pulled herself from the hug, though to her credit, didn't run off to a far corner of the room.

"That's great to hear. I'm glad you two were there for her. And I'm sure if your mom ever comes downstairs, she'll be happy to hear it too," he said with a laugh.

"Don't worry, Nikki's got at least one more hug left in her today," said Oliver, earning a small smile from Nicole.

"That's great. Well like I said, dinner'll be ready in a bit so until then the living room is yours. Unless you feel like helping, of course."

"I wonder if Jeopardy's on," Anne said, giving Dad his answer.

Just before they began to leave, Oliver stopped, blocking his sisters. He turned around slowly towards their dad, his face difficult to read.

"Hey dad?" said Oliver.

"Yeah?"

"Is... Is that my sport shirt?" Oliver asked, gesturing toward the workout T-shirt their dad was wearing.

"This? Y-Yeah I think so," Dad replied, looking around the room nervously, "I-I went on a jog today and borrowed it."

"That went missing a year ago," Oliver said, folding his arms.

"..."

He simply stared at his son, unable to come up with an excuse.

"Oh my GOD! Is there anyone in this house not stealing from me?!" Oliver asked loudly, not noticing their mother walk into the kitchen behind him, look down at the large football jersey she was wearing, pivot, and run back upstairs.

"With all the damn apologies today, I still haven't heard a single sorry for taking all my clothes!"

"I'm s-sorry," Nicole said, nervously twiddling her thumbs, "They're just... they're really cozy. Especially when it gets cold."

Oliver softened immediately.

"It's fine, don't even worry about it. Take whatever you want Nikki," Oliver said, smiling warmly.

Anne looked back and forth between her siblings through narrow eyes.

"Did.... Did she just take my spot as his favorite sister?"

*******

Epilogue

*******

Anne shivered as she opened the door to Oliver's Mustang, the freezing late December air chilled her to the bone. For the tenth time that day, she cursed her choice to wear a skirt instead of actual pants. Gathering the various bags and boxes from the passenger seat, she did an impressive balancing act on her way to the front door, careful to avoid any patches of ice.

Having just finished with her last-minute Christmas shopping with her friends, she was glad to finally be back home. She looked forward to warming up on the couch and watching sappy holiday movies for the rest of the evening with Oliver and Nicole. Whether or not they wanted to was irrelevant.

It was so nice she could finally hang out with Nicole without feeling like she was holding a gun to her head. Nicole had been making steady progress in the last month. She seemed far more comfortable in her own skin than Anne could have ever hoped for. Weekly therapy, rising grades and a steadily growing social life were a just few of the small victories Anne was proud of her sister for achieving.

"Can't say I like the idea of her hanging out with Lindsay though..." Anne thought, wondering when they became friends.

Lindsay's beat up old Porsche was becoming a common sight in the driveway as she frequently spirited Nicole off to random adventures. At one point, Anne was fully set on strangling her slutty friend when her sister came home covered in welts. Nicole had to physically hold her back, yelling they from playing paintball.

"I'm glad I didn't end up choking her. She'd probably like it..." Anne grimaced.

That's not to say Nicole did a full 180° of course. She was still at her most comfortable on her own, which everyone in the family respected. Her fashion sense was also rather stagnant. Though, with the snow blanketing the world around them, the baggy jeans Nicole always wore now made far more sense than Anne's obstinate refusal to cover her legs.

"Doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to get her to dress cuter," Anne thought, stubbornly.

Half of the gifts she was carrying were clothes she was positive Nicole would look adorable in. She didn't care if she would have to wrestle them onto her. Nicole would be wearing them and she was going to look amazing doing so.

She struggled to get the key in the door and had to use her foot to push the handle down. Setting the pile of presents on a small table in the foyer, she took a breath. After a long day of socializing and shopping, she was ready to relax. She began walking up the stairs to put on her comfiest clothes.

"Ugh, yeah Nikki. You're doing so good!" Oliver moaned from the living room.

"Oh good! I won't have to go looking for them when I'm ready to start movie night," Anne thought merrily.

With the three of them on winter break, the siblings had plenty of time alone in the house while their parents worked. A fact they had been taking full advantage of. Nicole turned out to be just as insatiable as her siblings. The sisters couldn't go a day without having something shoved up their pussies, whether it be their fingers and tongues or Oliver's cock. A cock they rarely allowed to be dry.

Multiple times, Anne had snuck through the house at night to get one on one time with either of them, only to find Oliver balls deep inside Nicole, hand clamped over her mouth to keep her screams of pleasure from waking their parents. That's not to say they didn't seek Anne out as well. At least twice, Anne had been woken up from a deep sleep by Oliver's cock sliding in and out of her mouth with Nicole giggling in the corner as if she were watching a funny prank.

Anne would always simply roll her eyes and get to sucking. She could think of worse ways to wake up in the morning.

True to his word, Oliver never neglected Anne, with or without Nicole. The siblings had truly found something they all had in common. Severe, untreated, sex addiction. And they couldn't have been happier.

Anne skipped towards the living room to tell the two of them to finish up and get ready for movie night, but was unable to get a word out before her jaw hit the floor.

She saw Oliver sitting on the couch with Nicole between his legs. Her mouth was wrapped around her brother's cock, with her hands working the shaft and balls just like Anne had taught her. That much was perfectly normal. What caused Anne's stunned silence was Nicole's outfit.

Nicole was wearing a bright-red string bikini, white belt, and a red shawl with fluffy white trim tied around her neck. All topped off by a standard Santa hat. The fabric of the thong covered absolutely none of Nicole's round ass that Anne couldn't take her eyes off of.

Nicole turned slightly to look at Anne, the cock never leaving her mouth, but Oliver gently pushed her head back to encourage her to keep going while he spoke.

"She looks great, doesn't she?" Oliver asked with a wide grin.

"I'll say!" Anne exclaimed, "Where'd she get that?"

Oliver ran his finger's though Nicole's hair as she sucked, "She ordered it online. Came in wearing it a few minutes ago saying she wanted to give me an early Christmas present."

Anne couldn't believe her ears. Nicole had her kinks of course but she had never done anything that bold before.

"She said... ah yeah Nikki... She said she got an outfit for you too. It's in her room in a red bag," Oliver explained, clearly more focused on the expert blowjob he was receiving.

"Back in a sec!" Anne yelled behind her as she ran upstairs.

"Alright, first we fuck each other's brains out, then fun Christmas movies," Anne thought, ripping off her coat and picking up the red bag sitting on Nicole's bed.

She returned a few minutes later, ready to spread some Christmas cheer. She wore a red microskirt with white fur trim that didn't fully cover her thong clad ass, red thigh high stockings, and a ribbon that was tied in a bow around her chest. The ribbon squeezed Anne's sizable tits so that they spilled over the top and bottom, with only her nipples fully covered. She also had a shawl and hat to match Nicole's.

"Holy fuck!" Oliver said when he saw her standing at the threshold with a confidant smile and her hands on her hips.

"Scooch," Anne told Nicole as she settled in next to her.

Nicole popped off the cock and pointed it at her sister, offering it to her. Anne gladly accepted and slid the spit covered dick down her throat. Nicole went low, slurping Oliver's balls into her warm mouth. The sister's worked together, sucking and licking their big brother's huge cock like it was covered in sugar, making sure Oliver knew exactly how much they appreciated him.

Anne pulled back as Nicole moved up. They began kissing and licking the sides of his shaft before meeting at the top. They're lips and tongues danced over his sensitive cockhead between them, causing Oliver to groan at the excessive stimulation. Anne gripped the back of Nicole's head, pulling her deeper into the sloppy kiss.

"You two look so damn cute with my cock in your mouths," complimented Oliver.

"Imagine how cute we'll look when it's shoved up our pussies," Anne replied.

"Oh fuck yes," Oliver groaned, "Come up here."

Anne hopped to her feet, making sure her barely covered tits bounced directly in her brother's view before cuddling up next to him. Nicole stayed on her knees, worshipping Oliver's dick with the skills her sister had drilled into her. Anne and Oliver watched for a bit, enamored at the still bizarre sight of their tiny, adorable sister slobbering all over his rigid cock. Anne didn't know if she would ever get used to her formerly innocent sister's transformation into a sibling sucking slut, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

It was wrong in all the right ways.

Oliver's hand tilted Anne's chin towards his face, kissing her deeply without a word. In response, Anne ground her almost naked body into him, encouraging her brother to roam his hands freely. One quickly found her breast, the other taking a great handful of her perfectly round ass.

Anne pulled back, her breathe hot and heavy as she panted into Oliver's face.

"You wanna open your present now?" she asked, smiling, "It was a pain in the ass tying the ribbon while trying to stuff my tits into it, but you're welcome to undo it. It's your present after all."

"Ooh, I hope it's a new bike!" Oliver joked as he pulled the ribbon open, Anne's constrained breasts popping free with a hypnotic jiggle, "Oh, sweet. Giant tits. That's almost as cool as a bike I guess."

Despite her mouth being stuffed full of cock, Nicole could be heard giggling between his legs. Anne pushed her sister's head further down on their brother's pole, causing her to gag at the unexpected penetration of her throat.

"Quiet you," chastised Anne, "Don't encourage him."

Oliver's mouth found Anne's firm nipple, sucking it in to her delight while his hand kneaded her other breast like soft, springy bread dough.

"Ungh! How the hell can someone -anh- be good at sucking tits?!" Anne wondered aloud as Oliver expertly sucked and nibbled her nipple.

"Same way Nicole got so good at sucking cock," Oliver replied, "Obscene amounts of practice."

"Don't I know it..." Anne moaned as he his tongue flicked her nipple.

Oliver must have felt he was the luckiest man on earth with one sister dutifully sucking his stiff prick while other's perfect tits were pressed into his face for his enjoyment. Both of them dressed as the sluttiest Santas on earth. Still, Anne looked for ways to make his present event better.

"C'mon Nikki, we both know you can go deeper than that," said Anne as she grabbed a bundle of her sister's thick curls.

She pushed her down, his cock sliding to the back of her throat with ease. In the last month, Anne made sure Nicole got as much practice as possible, using Oliver as her teaching instrument. Now, Nicole's throat was perfectly molded for her brother's dick and therefore, his pleasure.

"-Guh- -Guh- -Guh-" Nicole grunted as Anne used her head as a fleshlight.

"Look at her Ollie. Isn't she doing great?" Anne breathed into her brother's ear, "And she better be. With all that training, she should be a cocksucking machine by now. If she couldn't do this much, I'd have to punish her. Would you want to see that? Me spanking your little sister's adorable ass? Or do you want to do it yourself while balls deep in her tight little pussy."

The dirty talk had the intended effect as Oliver groaned into her breast. His cock jolted in Nicole's throat, causing her to cough into his trimmed bush.

"Fuck Anne, I need you to ride me now!" Oliver demanded.

With a quick nod, Anne swung her leg over Nicole's head. She ground her thong-clad pussy into his sopping cock as she gave him another kiss. Nicole was kind enough to untie the little string that held her undergarments together, tossing them to the side and leaving Anne bare beneath the tiny skirt. Continuing her generosity, Nicole lined her brothers cock up to her sister's soaked pussy and pushed it in.

"Oh FUCK!" yelped Anne as she sank down the pole.

Impaled on her favorite object in the world, she began bouncing in his lap. No matter how enjoyable it was for Oliver, his nympho sister was having twice as much fun as his cock drove deep into her. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through each of them, resulting in a cacophony of moans and groans kept to the beat of flesh against flesh.

Undeterred from the loss of her lollypop, Nicole moved her mouth down to his balls, lapping at them without complaint. Anne heard a wet smacking sound from her sister slurping up the saliva and pussy juice dripping down the sack as she fucked herself on his dick.

"Nicole, come up here," Oliver ordered as he patted the cushion next to him.

Nicole obeyed, jumping onto the couch in an instant and cuddling up into his arm. She moved towards his mouth, tongue already outstretched from her lips. He met her action, closing his eyes as they kissed passionately to the rhythm of their sister hopping on his cock. She watched them intently, seeing Oliver's hand slide beneath her bikini, a barely perceptible moan escaping their lips. Watching her siblings make out as her pussy was being stretched and pounded set off an explosive orgasm.

"MMMHHH!!!" she groaned through gritted teeth as she squeezed Oliver's shoulders like handlebars, riding out her orgasm as she continued to ride her brother.

When it finally passed, Anne fell limply to the side, Oliver's gentle hands laying her on the couch.

"My turn?" asked Nicole excitedly.

"Yeah, Nikki. It's your turn," Oliver replied.

Anne could hear the smile in his voice.

Nicole climbed into his lap, eager to follow Anne's example. Pulling the small patch of fabric between her legs to the side, she lined her brother's cock up with her pussy and dropped down.

"AAHHH YESSSS!" she hissed in pleasure.

Oliver grabbed her hips, lifting her up his shaft before pushing her down the entire length. He repeated the process, fucking his tiny sister onto his dick like a sex doll, exactly how she liked it. Eyes squeezed shut, Nicole allowed him to use her as he pleased, happy to simply enjoy the ride.

Still out of it from her own orgasm, Anne watched the action, hypnotized by the jiggling of Nicole's cute little ass. She unconsciously began to rub herself, enjoying the vulgar performance her siblings were putting on.

"God Ollie YES! Fill me up! Fuck me as hard as you want!" Nicole yelled, hugging her brother's head into her modest chest.

It came as no surprise to the siblings that Nicole was about as submissive as one could be. She wasn't happy unless everyone else was happy. Every encounter with her started with her mouth sucking Oliver cock or eating Anne's pussy with an enthusiasm she showed for literally nothing else. Her siblings often had to insist on making sure she herself got off at least once.

This was not one of those times.

"MMMH OLLIIIIIIE!" she shrieked, shaking violently in her brother's arms.

Oliver continued to pound her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy contracting around his throbbing cock.

"H-Hold on!" Nicole yelped, squeezing him hard.

Oliver stopped, still balls deep, allowing her to enjoy the overwhelming feeling in her pussy.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on," she mewled as her body trembled.

Reduced to a panting mess, Nicole rested her forehead on her brother's shoulder. Oliver began rubbing circles around her back, bringing her down from the intense orgasm. She took a few seconds to compose herself.

"O-Ok I'm -ungh- I'm good," she said with a weak smile, brushing her messy hair from her face.

"You sure? We can take a break if you want," Oliver said, ever the caring older brother.

"No, no, I'm good," Nicole insisted before giving her brother a peck on the cheek, "But thank you."

"OH MY GOD, SHE'S SO FUCKING CUTE!" Anne screamed internally, rubbing herself harder.

Oliver smiled, "Suck me."

Nicole lifted off his cock and curled next to her brother, taking the rigid member back into her mouth. She hungrily slurped up the fluids she and her twin had left coating his cock.

"God Nikki," Oliver groaned, "You're such a good girl. Ungh... Good girl..."

Nicole giggled, her eyes glassy from her orgasm and being drunk off cock. She was so out of it, she barely noticed her brother gathering up her hair in his hand. He pushed her head further down his pole, their sister watching as it disappeared into Nicole's mouth. Her hand tenderly massaged her brother's balls as he slowly fucked her pulsating throat.

"I can see why Nicole spied on us for so long," Anne thought, her head leaning against the couches arm as she masturbated, "I could watch them all day!"

Oliver pulled her head back up, his cock just barely leaving her mouth. Undeterred, Nicole's tongue slid around the swollen head before tracing a path along the underside from base to tip, finishing with a loving kiss on the head. Gazing up into his eyes, she stroked her brothers cock with a smile.

The incredibly erotic sight combined with Anne's furious rubbing of her clit to create a loud moan from Anne she did't even try to suppress. Her siblings looked to their left, seeing their gorgeous sister shamelessly masturbating.

"As much as I love you sucking my cock, I think someone else could use your attention," Oliver told Nicole.

Nicole nodded and climbed over his legs, her bare ass swaying hypnotically as she traversed the couch. Oliver took the opportunity to give it a quick swipe, followed by grabbing a handful of ass and shaking it. Nicole smiled before falling between Anne's legs.

"OH!" Anne yipped at the touch of her twin's tongue on her pussy.

Nicole's tongue lapped at Anne's sopping mound. As it explored Anne's pussy, Nicole's dainty little fingers slid inside the well fucked hole. They sank as deep as they could go, nowhere near as far as Oliver's cock. But where they lacked in length and girth, they made up for in dexterity, hooking inside her to directly rub her most sensitive spot.

"Hrn Nikki!" Anne moaned, bucking her hips under her twin's manipulations.

Not wanting to be left out of his own gift, Oliver sat up and positioned himself behind Nicole.

"Nikki, pop your butt up for me, ok?" said Oliver.

Nicole silently moved to her knees, presenting her pussy to her big brother. With her head still low, face full of pussy, Nicole's cute little ass was raised high above, waiting for Oliver. She didn't have to wait long as he grabbed her thin hips and thrust deep inside. Nicole moaned into Anne's pussy, the vibration of which stimulated Anne even further.

Nicole looked to be in heaven as both ends of her body were being used to pleasure her precious siblings. Anne grabbed Nicole's hair and pulled her further, grinding her pussy against Nicole's face as she continued to try and lick and finger. Meanwhile, Oliver was pulling her down by her ass, forcing her to twerk on his glistening cock. There was absolutely nothing going on behind her eyes beyond pure lust.

"OH FUCK Nikki, right there!" Anne moaned, "Keep going Nikki, I'm so close!"

"Almost there Nikki," Oliver panted, "You're doing so good."

Nicole only moaned. Even if her mouth wasn't preoccupied, Anne doubted Nicole could form a single coherent word with the state she was in. Glistening with sweat, shaking like a chihuahua with tears streaking her pussy juice soaked face. Strained breath from Nicole's nose caressed Anne's skin in the short moments she was allowed to breath. Her hat had fallen off, her glasses were askew, and what little was left of her costume was slipping further with every thrust.

"She looks so happy," Anne thought with a smile.

They continued like that for another few minutes, Anne and Oliver both selfishly pulling their small sister back and forth, each trying wring as much pleasure out of her as possible.

"Guh! I'm... almost..." Oliver said through gritted teeth, "W-Where do you want it Nikki?"

"Anywhere! Oh FUCK! Anywhere you want Ollie!" Anne answered for her, desperate to keep Nicole's tongue working.

A low, guttural growl escaped Oliver's throat as he emptied his seed deep inside Nicole. Feeling her insides being coated with her brother's cum finally triggered her own orgasm she had been barely holding back. Her mouth clamped down on Anne's pussy, sucking her clit in the perfect way to finish Anne off as well.

The three siblings shuddered simutaniously, their orgasms perfectly syncing up for the first time. Anne would have been proud if she wasn't focused on the intense pleasure coursing through her body, almost knocking her out.

Oliver pulled his softening cock from his little sister and released her hips, allowing her to fall limply to the couch. Anne too was barely cognizant, barely feeling Nicole's heavy panting on her pussy. Blinking away the fog, Anne grabbed Nicole's arms and gently lifted her light body atop her, wrapping her in a hug and planting soft kisses on her lips.

"Good girl, Nikki. That was amazing! You did so good!" Anne said softly, stroking Nicole's naked back as she regained her senses.

As much as Nicole enjoyed it a bit rough, Anne always made sure to heap plenty of praise and care on her after the fact. Something Nicole seemed to appreciate as she consistently melted into her arms with a doofy grin painting her face.

As she enjoyed the orgasmic warmth of her body after a chilly day of running around, Anne took a small bit of pride in what they had done. They had never had all three of their orgasms sync up so perfectly. A true Christmas miracle.

Nicole shuddered as her brother's cum was pushed out her swollen pussy by her post orgasmic contractions, staining the dark cushions.

"Christ, we just ruined this couch," Oliver said, eyeing the various fluids staining the cushion.

"What furniture haven't we ruined at this point?" Nicole wondered, lazily gesturing across the living room at the many surfaces she had been fucked on over the last month.

"Well, Ollie, you better get cleaning. Nikki and I did our work for the day and Mom and Dad'll be home in a few hours." Anne said.

"Yeah, yeah," Oliver grumbled as he slipped his pants on and left the room.

Anne sat up, resting Nicole's head in her lap. She was thankful the tv remote was within reach as she hit the power button. She flipped through the channels, trying to remember where to find the holiday movies.

"Ah, there we go!"

"Uh... what's this?" Nicole asked hesitantly.

"Let's see," Anne said, checking the movie's name, "It's called... A Princess for Christmas. Looks like fun!"

"I think I'm good. I'm just gonna head back to my room and hang out..." Nicole said, trying and failing to get up.

She found her shoulder in a death grip, preventing any sort of movement.

"Uh, Anne? Can you let me up?"

"Nope!" Anne chirped merrily, "Now that we're finally close, you get to watch romantic movies with me! Just ask Ollie. It's mandatory."

Oliver returned with the cleaning supplies, grimacing at the screen, "Trust me, Nikki. It's easier if you don't fight it."

Nicole looked at her siblings, then back to the cinematic equivalent of a greeting card.

"I regret everything."