The Bullshit and The Beast

Author's note: This is my attempt to invert the "saved by my big brother uwu" thing. The MC is a skinny kid, his big sister is not. Enjoy!

***

"Hey, Jake, you mind taking this plate out to the garage? Gotta feed The Beast," my mom asked with her radiant smile. Gah. Stop it, lady. You make angels weep.

"Sure thing, Mom." I took the plate of chicken breast slices and cheese cubes, and the protein shake. She helpfully put a baggy of carrots in my teeth and tucked a pack of jerky under my arm, laughing when I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Hngry grl!" I grunted through my teeth.

"Uh huh!" Mom said brightly. "Gotta keep her weight up."

I made dramatic noises like I was struggling under the weight of all the food as I carried it to the garage. The usual oh-so-feminine grunting and slapping sounds could be heard over the music, Rancid today. I awkwardly opened the door to the sight of my big sister absolutely dominating a heavy bag, her knees, feet, elbows, and fists flashing faster than I could really track as the thing looked like it would burst. It had lasted two years now, and probably wasn't as close to bursting at the seams as it looked, but still.

Melissa spotted me, of course, she was facing the door, but continued her set, finishing with a heavy roundhouse kick, her blonde braid flying dramatically, right as her timer beeped. She always had an excellent sense of time, one of many, many gifts I didn't receive. That was okay, I could just appreciate the majesty of the inhuman beast that was my big sister.

"Hey Mel! Time for a break?"

"Sure thing, thanks, lil bro." Melissa idly nodded along to the song as she took the plate and tore into the cheese. "Ooh, havarti."

"You think that will be enough?" I joked.

She rolled her eyes, "Probably. I get so damn hungry on this workout plan. Coach Newman says I gotta hit 3200 calories a day, and half my body weight in ounces of protein, or more if I can."

"Punching helpless little girls in the chin is worth the extra effort, though." I said with a grin.

She cackled with laughter, "They're not helpless!"

"Yeah, but they never seem to be ready for you. Your nickname is perfect, no one is ever ready for The Beast!" I threw a punch in the air, "That last one had this look, like a freight train appeared out of nowhere, two feet away at full speed. And then, BAM! I watched her brain rattle in slow motion about a hundred times on the replay."

Melissa was blushing, her biceps rippling as she scratched her head, "Thanks, Jake. It's nice to have a fan." She was sitting on her weight bench now, eating the chicken with surprisingly dainty fingers. "Sometimes I feel like my life has changed too much in the last two years. Since you convinced me to do all this." She stared off in the distance a bit.

I sat next to her, her height dwarfing mine by a bit, "Not too much, I don't think. Just a lot. No one thought the prom queen had it in her, but you fucking showed them for sure."

"Homecoming queen, just one time. It's not a big deal." She smiled. "There was a whole conspiracy to make it happen, it was a joke on the girl who was supposed to be the real homecoming queen."

"You looked the part, though. I've seen the pictures." I shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"You looked beautiful," I said. I wasn't sure why I was being so honest, but she looked vulnerable. A weird sentiment for her.

She smiled and hugged me from the side, "Tch. Thanks. That was then, though."

I rolled my eyes. She was a dingus sometimes. "Are you self conscious about something?"

"Muscles aren't sexy. I just... you look at social media and there's all these girls in bikinis and dresses and they look so pretty. I kinda miss it."

"You're not a bodybuilder. Your muscles are athletic, not for show. I bet you'd look fine in a sundress, if you wanted to." It was my turn to blush. "I think you look pretty good in spandex and a sports bra. Even as scary as you can be."

"Thanks. Lil perv." She ruffled my hair, but frowned. "But see, that's the other thing. I'm scary, now."

"Well now you're one of like four billion people who could easily twist me into a pretzel. We all have shit to be self conscious about."

"That's not true!" Melissa scoffed.

"It is-"

"I've always been able to twist you into a pretzel, that's not new at all." She grinned evilly at me, setting down her plate. I just sighed.

"Please don't."

"Mwahaha!" She cackled, digging her fingers into my ribs and tickling me mercilessly. Melissa was quite aware of my ticklish spots, and took casual, brutal advantage. My attempts to stop her were embarrassing. Not only was she strong and dexterous, but I was specifically not those things. Fucking preemie bullshit. Then, the tickling turned into floor work, but pins only. Before too long, I was completely pinned on the workout mat under the weight bench, and she only needed a single knee and a hand to keep me there, thoroughly contorted. Pretzelled.

"Hey, Mel? This hurts," I complained. She was scowling, and it looked a lot like the expression she wore during a fight.

She kind of blinked and came back to herself, "Shit. I'm so sorry, Jake. I keep getting lost in my head today. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Melissa immediately set to fussing over me, twisting my limbs gently this way and that, watching for signs of pain.

"I think I'm okay," I said quietly. I couldn't meet her eyes. How could I? She just reinforced, like, all of my biggest shames and fears in the span of a minute.

"Gah!" She was in a panic, and pulled me into a sweaty hug. "I'm so sorry, little brother. I know how you get about your size, and I just..." She wiped away tears from her own eyes and I pretended I didn't have any.

"S'okay, Melissa. I'm okay." I couldn't say much more than that without my voice cracking. She let me go and stood, pulling me up easily. Melissa stood a full five inches taller than my 5'3", and she bent down to give me another full inspection. I took a breath to chill out. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, you still look really good, even when you pin me like a helpless child." I gave her a grin and poked her in her hard tummy, really trying to break the sudden ice that had formed between us.

"Lil perv," she laughed.

"It's my job."

"Fucking how is that your job?" She laughed.

I barreled on ahead, logic flying by, ignored, in my maelstrom of bullshitery, "Do you or do you not feel better knowing that I still think your butt looks good even though you can probably crush my head with it? Would you prefer I do not like your boobs in a sports bra? It drops them a full cup size, I bet, but they still look great. And those legs! You're not a muscle mommy, at all, those legs are just. Mwah! Long and shapely, with enough muscles to be deadly to whoever is blessed enough to get between them."

We were both blushing quite a lot, but I would not crack. It was my one superpower. I could bullshit anything.

She finally smiled, "It kinda does feel better? Jake, did you just bullshit your way into being allowed to perv over me?"

"I did, yeah." I insisted.

She shook her head, her blonde braid bouncing. "Yeah, I wanna trade my powers for yours. Being good in a fight does NOT compare to being able to just warp reality by insisting at it really hard. The fuck."

"So you don't mind?" I grinned.

"I... guess I don't. You were always looking before I started training. It makes me feel like I'm still a girl, weirdly enough."

I winked at her. "You're still my beautiful big sister, Melissa. You're just also The Beast. You didn't lose anything."

"I'm gonna choose to take your word for it. Now get outta here. Gonna see if I can break the bag." She cracked her knuckles and stood up. I... was looking at her butt. It clenched rhythmically as she limbered back up. Melissa looked back at me, no doubt wondering why I wasn't leaving, and caught me. "Tch. I guess you can stay if you wanna." She was blushing a little.

I stayed. She was cute when she was blushing, and I had more bullshitting to do.

***

"You were out there a while. How's your sister?" My mom asked, big blue eyes staring at me.

"Fine. She felt self conscious, so she twisted me into a pretzel. Made her feel better." I shrugged.

"Aww, sweetie. You okay?"

I nodded. "We talked, I don't think she'll do that again. I hate being this small, and she knows that. She's just distracted with her upcoming fight, I think."

My mom pulled me into a hug, my face unfortunately at breast height to my willowy mother. Well, I didn't mind, though I tried to be respectful and not motorboat them. "Sorry, Jake. I really didn't think it would affect you this badly. That damn flu..."

"S'okay, mom. You had no control over it." She had gotten the flu towards the end of her sixth month of pregnancy, and it had kicked off early labor, which resulted in my being born early and tiny, which never really went away. I was now nineteen years old and 5'3", skinny and weak, with a shitty immune system, too. My parents and sister were all tall and well built, and it made me feel unrelated to them. "Besides. In exchange, I gained the ability to talk any girl out of her clothes." I winked. "How you doin?"

She blushed and laughed, her beautiful laugh that made all the ridiculous comments worth it. "Stop it! No flirting with family!" She whacked me on the arm.

I hugged her, "Not flirting. Okay, not actually seriously flirting. I just like it when you laugh, mom."

"I know, sweetie." Mom just held me close for a little bit. "I didn't know your experiences with the ladies were going so well," she teased.

"Oh, yeah. Y'know, they love chatterbox boys who weigh a hundred pounds. I'm just rolling in girls. Can barely keep up!"

"Oh, well then I guess I don't have to worry about it. When can I expect grandkids?" Oh, Mom, you always try to keep up, it's so cute.

I looked her in the eyes, "Depends, I've been pretty good, y'know? Mostly just anal and stuff, plowing butts day and night. Girls my age love it in the butt. Just deep and hard, right in the ass." I grinned at my mom, who was squirming and speechless, "But the head cheerleader absolutely begged me to breed her, and I can't say no to that. Her screaming 'breed me' over and over led to her little sister finding us, so they'll be having twins, kinda. Dunno what you call it when you knock up two sisters in the same night, but it's close to twins, I think? I think their mom wanted a piece, too, but she's just not as hot as my mom, y'know?"

She was flushed a deep red, it contrasted nicely with her blue dress and blonde hair. She was standing there, gawping like a fish, when my dad came home through the garage. She blinked and turned to greet him.

Dad paused and looked at her, apparently agreeing that she looked good when she blushed, "Hey. How you doin?" He winked.

Hey, I learned it somewhere, though it was a different effect coming from my Dad. He was actually good looking. Her blush got deeper, and she fucking giggled. Ugh, get a roo-

She dragged him off to their room.

"Have fun, Dad!" I called at his back. He waved without turning. I fought down whatever it was I was feeling as I briefly heard my mom giggle and the sounds of kissing, the click of their door muffling it all. I just want to have the same thing someday. Or any romantic interest from anyone ever. The only kiss I'd ever gotten was from spin-the-bottle. She had grimaced when it landed on me.

I refused to let it get me down. You play the cards you're dealt.

***

That Friday was my sister's big fight. It was her fourth actual match, and she won the first three by knockout in under three rounds each.

Melissa was nervous for the fight. She got that way sometimes, and she called me to her locker room. It was just us in that quiet room.

"Jake," she said. "I fight better when I'm mad. You make me madder than anyone. Let me have it."

"Hmmm." I approached, walking around her in a circle as she towered over me. She was in her usual stretchy shorts and sports bra, braid tight and eyes calm. She didn't want to be calm, though. I stopped behind her. "Mad, huh?" Melissa nodded. "Hey look, a distraction!" I pointed to her right, and she turned to look.

I hauled back and let fly with every ounce of strength that I could, landing a resounding CRACK on her ass. It was awesome. My hand hurt from smacking the sculpted marble statue that was my sister, but it was worth it. She yelped and held her hand to her cheek.

Melissa turned to me, livid. "You'll pay for that, fuckface," she growled.

"Promise?" I grinned.

She was so mad, I'm not even sure if I did too good a job. I fled.

Grinning, I got to my seat, ready to watch her fight.

Her opponent was NOT prepared for the raging beast that came barreling out of Melissa's corner. She was only vaguely Melissa-shaped, a blur of knuckles and knees that took my breath away, as well as her opponent's. Melissa led the first round through sheer aggression, and a solid blow to the solar plexus in the second round knocked the wind out of her; Melissa was relentless from there. I was concerned the poor girl had a fractured skull from how hard my sister's haymaker hit her.

They didn't let people crowd the ring after a victory for lower level fights, and we would see Melissa in a little while. She was ushered off to her locker room.

"Damn. She about broke that girl," said my Dad, grinning with pride.

"I really don't like the risk of concussion," my mom added. "I worry about Melissa."

I laughed, "I worry about her opponents. That girl got maybe two decent hits in. This fight was supposed to be tough, but Melissa about butt fucked that girl." My mom shot me a glare. I grinned at her.

My dad chuckled, "Yeah, it was supposed to be tough. Melissa looked really pissed off, though."

"Well, she asked for it," I said vaguely.

His chuckle turned into a full laugh. "I dunno what you did, Jake, but if you're the one that made her that mad, you'd better hide."

I smiled, "Nah, I face my consequences with head held high and my dad standing in front of me."

"Nuh uh. She'll kill me to get to you."

"That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

A few minutes later, we stood in front of her locker room, allowed to enter. Naturally, my parents pushed me in ahead and closed the door, laughing as I turned to pound on the door like I was locked in there. Pressing myself against the door, I dramatically turned to face Melissa.

I watched a lot of Jim Carrey movies growing up, and his antics might've become a lot of my personality. So sue me.

Melissa was smiling gently at me, her hair down in waves over her shoulders. She stood gracefully and practically danced over to me, pulling me into a hug. "Thank you, Jake. That fight was so easy, and I've been dreading it for months."

Helpless to resist the crushing hug, I patted her on the back. "No biggie." She wasn't letting go, so I let that hand drift down, patting her on her bouncy, firm butt. "Boing boing."

Melissa just laughed. "You're such a dork!"

She never asked me to move my hand and didn't let me go. My foot was in the door, so I pushed a little, so to speak. I settled my hand on her butt and left it there. She finally broke when I gave it a squeeze. "Okay, perv! Enough!" She was laughing, and she had the same painfully beautiful laugh as my mom. Worth the threats of death, and so was that butt. She released me.

I boldly met her eyes, never admitting fault. That's the trick, you see. "You said I was gonna pay. What's your revenge gonna be?"

She grinned wickedly, and my heart started pounding from fear and maybe some other stuff. "Dragging your stupid ass to a punk show."

I groaned. She did this sometimes, making me come to concerts, and she knew I couldn't see and would get lost in the crowd. It was good revenge.

"Like, Green Day?"

She scoffed. "They're barely punk, definitely not anymore. No, FLAG is coming through, they're like quasi-Black Flag. Much smaller show, more intimate. Better pit. It'll be great." Her smile was lovely and scary.

"I'm gonna die."

"I'll keep you safe!" She said brightly, hugging me from the side.

My hand was back on her butt, definitely squeezing gently. "I believe you. When's the show?" I kept talking, keeping eye contact, making it her job to continue the conversation or stop me. I had meant it as a silly, flirty thing. It just came across as flirty.

"Uh, um, like a month," she said, and she was looking me in the eyes, very frazzled. Her hand came down, rested over mine on her ass. I kept gently squeezing, feeling those glorious cheeks. It wasn't even really a grope, just a gentle feel.

Her eyes were burning, just a little. Like she was conflicted, angry and horny and confused at the same time. I made it easier for her. I added a second hand, my arms fully around her now, my face still away from her breasts but my hands exploring. Melissa bit her lip and moaned when I took a big handful of her big ass, lifting and spreading her cheeks in her shorts. I was hard as a rock, full on groping my big sister's ass.

Finally, she asked, "What are you doing, Jake?"

"Gotta make your revenge worth it. If I'm getting dragged into a warzone because I touched your ass, I wanna get my fill."

"And when are you gonna have your fill?"

"Never."

With a shaky laugh, she finally removed my hands from her ass.

***

The show was taking place at a small club that could fit maybe two hundred people, but it sounded like it had the sound system from an arena. I could hear the sound checks from outside, and they were intense.

Melissa was all dolled up, wearing a red dress and combat boots, a pair of exercise shorts underneath so she could dance or whatever they did at these things. Her makeup was cute and shit, her hair was down for once. I was happy to just be seen standing next to her. Maybe some people might mistake me for her date and I felt cool.

Keeping up the flirty vibe, I complimented her dress on the drive up. When she smiled and let me continue, I turned it into a litany of "girl you so fine" jokes that had her howling, while I just toed the line of what she'd allow me to say to her. That line had moved quite a way since the groping thing after the last fight.

I'll admit, my hands had spent the last month wandering. I brought her snacks in the garage while she trained, and grabbed a handful of ass. If we passed in the hallway and my parents weren't around, I grabbed her butt. She never stopped me, never said a word. This had started at just her butt, but maybe my hands drifted a little. She seemed to like it when I caressed her flat belly, leaning into me a bit.

At one point Melissa had hugged me. She was a lot more physically affectionate in the weeks leading up to the show, and she just... mobbed me. I was surprised, and so I kept my hands on her waist. That was mostly because the way she had hugged me placed my face firmly in her breasts, and she was just wearing a tanktop. I groaned and buried my face in there, and she laughed. I hadn't worked my way up to touching them with my hands yet, but I was drifting a bit closer every day, and she was constantly giving me these smiles with lots of eye contact.

A lot of my comments during the drive up were about her breasts. Normalizing my attention on them. I wanted a handful sooner than later, and the drive was full of sexy tension.

"So this is NOT Black Flag?" I asked while we stood in line for the show. I immediately heard a scoff from someone behind me.

"No, this is FLAG. They do all the same songs, it's most of the original band. They're great."

"They couldn't afford the name?"

"Ugh. Shut up, Jake." She rolled her eyes.

Oh no, she reacted. My blood was up now. Grinning at my sister, I said, "Are they just a bunch of posers? Are they even good at this, if they can't even keep the name? You said it's most of the original band! Surely that means they should have the Black Flag name."

I was in shithead little brother mode. This would be a problem later.

I heard a few more scoffs from back in the line behind me, apparently I was making people mad, but I was bored. Melissa was very punctual, and that meant getting there before the doors even opened. So I kept the comments coming, though I dialed it back a little.

We got in, I had to put on a wristband that said I wasn't old enough to drink, and, for everyone else at least, the drinks started flowing. Melissa didn't drink. There were a few odd chairs along the walls behind sections of railing, and I found myself one early; no matter what I did, there was no shot of me actually seeing anything from the middle of the pack, so I settled for just listening and enjoying the music from the edges.

A girl sat next to me, still before the first act got on stage. She was cute, shorter than me, dressed in black jeans and a Blondie shirt, and she smiled at me. It was just a friendly thing, but that was my in.

"Hey! You too short to see anything, too?" I asked.

"Yeah. I don't normally come to these, they're not great for shrimpy folks, but my tickets were free today." She shrugged.

"I'm Jake."

"Vivian."

"Nice to meet you. Us short people gotta stick together. I always worry about getting stepped on at these."

"Oh, I know! I got pushed into the pit one time, just once, and that was enough for me. Fuck that shit. Those shirtless idiots can keep it." There was indeed a tendency for shirts to come off in the pit.

"Hey, not all shirtlessness is created equal!" I laughed.

She blushed. She was really pale, so I could still tell in the low light. "Agreed!"

We spent the rest of the pre-show hour pre-flirting. She drank a beer and teased me for being too young to drink. I carefully didn't stand up, as I looked like a mostly normal person if you couldn't see how short and scrawny I was.

Melissa wandered through and introduced herself as my sister. She gave me a subtle fist bump. "Nice job talking up the cutie!" She whispered.

"You might still be cuter," I replied just as quietly. She froze, not long enough to disrupt my conversation with Vivian, but long enough to give me a look I had trouble interpreting. She glanced at Vivian and then at me. I had taken a risk with that one, almost all of my comments so far had been silly or joking. This one wasn't. She eventually settled on a big smile before vanishing into the crowd.

I noticed that Vivian kept looking over at a group of guys that were talking and drinking. "You here with them?" I asked.

"Yeah. My, uh, maybe boyfriend is the one in the black shirt."

"Lot of black shirts over there."

"Yeah... I can't figure out which one is him, either." I blinked at her, not sure if she was making a joke. She cracked quickly enough. "I'm kidding. I just like to tease him for, like, perfectly matching the aesthetic of every show we go to. He wore suspenders to see the Lumineers." At my surprised look, she clarified, "That was my pick, this one is his."

"He would look wild at a Blue Man Group show."

She laughed, giving me a look that I would like to classify as 'evaluating' or maybe 'interested'. Or maybe she was just enjoying having someone to talk to. I dunno, but this was fun and I wasn't gonna push it.

Of course, it couldn't all be fun. The maybe boyfriend in the black shirt eventually came over to talk to Vivian. The shirt in question was a pristine FLAG shirt. The merch table wasn't set up yet.

He saw us talking and did the possessive-boyfriend-superkiss, where you, like, mack on your girl so someone else knows she's yours. It's lame, and she pushed him away pretty quick. I decided I liked her.

"Oh you're that scrawny dork who doesn't like FLAG," he said after talking to Vivian for just a second or two. He must've been behind us in line.

I shrugged, "I don't know them, actually. I was just giving my sister shit. But hey, you might consider talking to your girlfriend rather than, just, some rando. I'm just a person sitting."

"You're talking to my girl, though," he glared.

"She is occupying the chair next to mine. She's fun to talk to. That's all." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall.

"You want another drink?" He asked Vivian.

"No, thanks," she replied.

"Well I'm getting one. Don't talk to him."

Vivian clicked her tongue and didn't say anything. He was apparently gone, because she said, "Sorry. He's... only a maybe. You're pretty fun to talk to, yourself."

I looked at her and smiled. "Thanks. It's my one superpower." I looked over towards the bar to see the maybe boyfriend glaring at me again. Oh boy. "He wants me dead. I'm not even doing anything. Ugh."

She pursed her lips, "He's fine. We're just talking, nothing for him to get upset over."

I smiled just a bit. That was too good to pass up. "So when I ask for your number in a minute, then he'll have something to get upset over?"

She blushed and giggled a little. "Maaayybe. That would be bad of you."

"Then maybe I'm not asking."

"Coward's way out, huh?" God, she was cute.

It would be worth it. "Can I have your number?" I made full eye contact, losing sight of the maybe guy. All in.

"Fucking shit..." she said quietly. She was watching for him, and apparently decided the coast was clear. I handed her my phone and she put her contact in, lightning fast.

Grinning like an idiot, I sent her my full name while she watched, so she could enter my contact info too.

The first band started up, and the ability to talk was stolen during the stupid music. Didn't these people know there was some good flirting going on? Couldn't there be some technical difficulties? We could now text, but that wasn't very fun. She was right there.

I stayed there through the show, next to Vivian, enjoying the music and occasionally making eye contact that lasted maybe too long. Melissa floated on by a few times, checking on me, then proceeded to make a mess of the pit. Nobody expected her to have so much momentum when they collided with her. The maybe boyfriend didn't come back, though I think I spotted his generic self at the bar a few more times. Why not come hang out with his tiny girlfriend for even a minute?

The bands were good. The show was good. The eye contact was good. I had a good time, for sure.

After the last song, I just tapped Vivian subtly on the back of the hand. "Nice meeting you," I said as quietly as I could with hearing damage.

She smiled, "You too."

Then I stood up, watching her watch me. This was the point I had dreaded, and it was why I said goodbye, because she might just disengage right away. It had happened before. But, if she looked disappointed that I was a total shrimp, she didn't show it, and I was about ready to buy a ring.

"Very tiny boy," she muttered with a little smile.

I shrugged. "Not much I can do about that."

"I'm tiny too."

"Girls are allowed." I tried not to sound bitter.

"I don't mind, Jake. Text me, 'kay?" I nodded with a smile and went to find Melissa, though standing revealed a new problem.

Bathroom first.

There were like two urinals and one stall, and it was a sausage fest right after the last song at the end of the night. The line was long, and I was at the back. Almost.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back to see the maybe boyfriend right behind me.

"Hey! How's it going, man! Please don't touch me, I don't like it." I smiled at him and pushed his hand from my shoulder.

"You spent the whole show chatting up my girl," he slurred.

"Your girl? I heard you were a maybe."

Jesus, fuck, why was I talking?

"Is that what she said? And you think, what, you're gonna take her from me? You skinny little bitch."

"Nah, we were just talking, man. Like I said, she's fun to talk to. I'm sure you know that by now." I was hoping he was too drunk to notice the dig at his inattentiveness, but I couldn't stop myself.

His glare was intense, "I do know that, fuckhead." So he did notice. "So what'd you think of the show?"

I frowned at the gear shift in the conversation. We shuffled forward a bit as people pissed and got off the pot. "They were fine. Not my style, really."

"Course not. You prolly like Green Day."

"They're alright, too. I'm just more of a Lady Gaga fan, y'know?" I pulled that from my ass. I just wanted him off balance.

"Oh, you're gay! That makes so much more sense. Why didn't you just say that? Skinny little bitch, I thought you were trying to steal my girl." He chuckled drunkenly.

Ugh. I hated being called that. I got that a lot, because I'm small. Twink was the most common. I reacted, and I knew what was coming. "Nah, not gay. Definitely interested in your girlfriend, too. Got her number, actually."

He was seeing red, I could almost see the steam coming from his nostrils. The septum piercing didn't help the raging bull imagery. "Bullshit."

I was five digits into reciting her phone number when he hit me. I completely deserved it.

Only problem was, he didn't stop with one, and nobody was stepping in. Or maybe time slowed down? Either way, I felt the one hit to my eye and went down like a hundred pound sack of scrawny kid. Then three solid Goodfellas style kicks to my ribs. He was at least five drinks in, and I antagonized him, I should've seen it coming. But people stop after the first hit, right?

There was a flash of a red dress and an audible crunch, followed seconds later by a snap and a scream. I blinked through the tears in my eyes enough to see that Melissa was there and had gotten him into, and then fully through, an armbar. Fully. His elbow was wrecked, and his nose was bloody. That must've been the crunch, a flying knee to the face maybe? Oof. Credit to the guy for being conscious. Oh, nope, there he goes. Out like a light. I wasn't far behind.

I kinda came to a few minutes later. Melissa was trying to keep me awake. That was nice of her. But the darkness was so comfy.

***

I had two broken ribs, the rest was mostly superficial. Melissa had gotten me to a hospital right away, and there was apparently some discussions with the police, as well. Something to deal with later, I guess, because Melissa was by my side as I passed in and out of consciousness.

My parents were there soon enough, by the time I was coming around, and I gave my story a few different times, to some police, to my parents, to Melissa. I wasn't able to really talk to her, to thank her for saving my life, for several hours.

The moment we were alone, she broke down crying.

"Goddammit, Jake, I was so fucking scared! You wouldn't wake up! I thought maybe you had a concussion or you were hemorrhaging or something." Her hair was a curtain in my face as she grabbed at my hospital gown, her forehead against mine, but not looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Melissa. I shouldn't have antagonized him. He was drunk, and... Is he okay?"

Mostly I was worried my sister would go down for manslaughter or something. Her flying knee is brutal.

Melissa scowled, "He's alive. I don't really care beyond that."

"Same, I guess."

"Why'd you have to make things worse?"

"He was already right there, he put his hand on my shoulder and just... he got my hackles up. Called me gay. I got her number, Melissa. I just wanted, just once, to be the cool guy. The one who won. I figured I was gonna get hit, but that it would get me points with her if anything. I didn't expect him to keep hitting me."

Melissa glared at me, "That's some really cold math there, little brother. Manipulating a drunk guy to get him to hit you so you can take his girlfriend. Very cold."

"Yeah. If it makes you feel any better, she texted me an hour ago. Told me not to contact her."

The full message had read:

'Hey. I'm sorry for what he did. That was fucked up. But you telling him I gave you my number was fucked up too. Please lose my number. Goodbye.'

"Damnit. I'm sorry, Jake." She sat down next to my hospital bed after fussing over me again.

"Yeah."

"No way you can work your magic?"

"Don't think so. I think I'm blocked."

I felt like the world was closing in around me. I felt like Icarus, like I'd gotten too close to the sun, the world of normalcy and flirting and dating, and had it all stripped away, letting me plunge not just back to where I'd been, but further. Just a little interaction with a pretty girl had gotten me beaten unconscious. What would the next one look like, if I could ever get one?

The next six weeks or so were not fun. Recovery was deeply uncomfortable, but I hate to complain, so I just kept quiet. It kind of became a habit. There was only so much fussing from the two most beautiful women in the world that I could take. Every movement made me want to groan in pain, and then my mom or Melissa would be buzzing around like bees, trying to fix what was broken but unable to do anything to help.

So I clamped down on it. My jokes and comments and all of my bullshit. Being quiet altogether helped me to not cry out in pain, which meant they weren't fussing. Weren't hurting for me.

Plus, I began to think about each comment. Did I really need to say that? What if it got me beat down again?

My dad... didn't help. He oscillated between being enraged on my behalf, proud of Melissa for her response... and disappointed in me. Not for causing the fight, but somehow for losing it. He had a complicated relationship with masculinity, and I did not fit his ideal. No, that fatherly pride went to Melissa.

The legal stuff went smoothly enough. No charges were brought against Melissa, apparently the guy had fought her through the armbar, she hadn't just snapped his arm immediately like I thought. The guy, Michael, had some charges brought against him, but that would take some time to work through. I hoped I wouldn't need to testify.

Eventually, the pain was gone. The physical stuff anyway. But I found that the quietness was hard to shake. It felt like the old me was a mask that I couldn't put back on.

This was that part of Smallville that happens three times a season where Clark Kent loses his powers and mopes about it. My shovel was gone, I could fling no bullshit.

Graduation came and went, and my mom was in a low level panic when I didn't say more than a handful of words that day. Existential crises are a bitch.

My sister's next fight was approaching, and she seemed very... in a tizzy about it. She explained that her opponent had a much better record than her, or just a lot more fights under her belt. Melissa was still 4-0, but that's not that much compared to her opponent's 14-2. So she trained and trained and trained.

She stopped listening to punk music while she trained, though.

It was during one of these training sessions that things kind of came to a head.

I want to be clear, I wasn't catatonic, just quiet. I was holding back the thoughts that rattled through my mind, making the inside of my head a pretty loud place. I was prone to losing focus, getting lost in my head.

"Yeah, I got the zombie, mom. I'll just put him on the weight bench, he'll be fine." Those were the words I heard as Melissa came around the corner.

I was grabbed and guided to the garage. I felt sluggish, but... insulted. I hadn't been that bad, had I? They were treating me like an invalid. Thinking back, this was definitely a new level of caustic treatment. Certainly, they had babied me a little, but never to the point that I felt like a broken thing they had to take care of. Yet my mother hadn't responded negatively to the harsh treatment.

As the rhythmic slaps of Melissa's limbs on the heavy bag started up, I found myself watching more closely. Melissa was lethargic, like she was forcing herself to do this at all. The frantic energy she had brought for months in preparation for the big fight was gone. Had she burnt herself out?

"You look like shit," I said.

She missed the bag completely, stumbling and almost falling before popping back up. "It speaks!"

"I... yeah."

She frowned, "Maybe it doesn't speak. Jake? Are you actually in there?"

"Yeah. Always was. I'm not a zombie."

"Well you're something other than my little brother."

"Because I'm quiet?"

"Yes!" She shouted, and I flinched at the sudden anger. "My little brother, my Jake, he is not quiet. He is unpredictable and wonderful and you. Are. Not. Him." Her finger pressed into my chest with each word.

"Wonderful?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she insisted.

She thought I was wonderful? Or, the old me. How could I get back there? To the person my sister loved.

"Can you tell me about him?" I asked. Silence weighed me down like a blanket. Each word was forced out, like from the bottom of the ocean, up through miles of water.

"Fishing for compliments?" She asked with jaw clenched.

"No, I... don't know how to get back."

She adopted the same grimace she wore during a fight, and spoke, "Jake Veneman is an unpredictable little shit. He has the ability to spout absolute nonsense and absolutely believe it, and make you believe it, too. This insane, tiny man once convinced me I needed to learn to fight to protect him. You know what I did? I became the best fucking fighter in my weight class. Because Jake made me think it was what I needed to do. I got so good I snapped a man's arm like a twig to keep my Jake safe. I still failed." She smiled sadly.

She continued, "He warps reality so much that he once convinced a teacher to let him grade his own exams. The principal eventually found out, and couldn't even punish him, because what did he do wrong? Or, Jake somehow convinced him he had done nothing wrong. No one is sure, and it's a legend around the school. Jake Veneman is the guy who convinced his fucking sister that he was allowed to grope her, made her enjoy it, gave her compliments and made her feel special and beautiful while also making her feel like the most wonderfully filthy little slut." She laughed bitterly, "I miss that, Jake. It was electric, that one month that I had your attention. Never knowing what the fuck else you were going to do. Was this the day he would somehow talk me out of my shirt, my panties? And just when it was set to go maybe a little further, when you made me fucking crave it, you vanished. Became a zombie. Became this thing." She poked me again.

"Please don't poke me. My big sister will beat you up."

She choked out a laugh. "Jake. Come back to me."

I could feel the sticky mask of silence on me now. It wasn't my true self that was the mask, it was this thing. It was like a dam in a river, stopping it from flowing. I just needed to pick at it, and the force of that river would bring it down. But I was so tired.

I looked around for something to be my lifeline. I spotted it in that heavy bag. Melissa had gone hard at it over the last few months, and it was haggard. The seams weren't actively leaking, but I could see little bits of sand on the ground where a particularly heavy blow had knocked some sand out.

"One hit." I pointed to it. "Take that out in one hit, and I'll let you train the rest of the day topless."

I loved Tom Sawyer. The story of him getting the neighborhood kids to both do his chores and give him things for the pleasure of it, that was my ideal.

"You'll LET me train topless?" She asked, smiling incredulously.

"Uh huh."

"I'm not an idiot..."

"No. But you want my eyes on those beautiful titties. You want to feel my eyes on you again. I'll hang out for the next hour or however long, and you can tease me with your perfection. I'm a zombie, right? My heart stopped. You can be my defibrillator."

"That's not how those work."

"Not how defibrillators work, no. But those titties will work that way just fine."

"And I can't just show them to you? I have to break my workout equipment first?"

"Are you asking my permission to show me your own tits?" I was grinning from ear to ear.

She blinked, really hard. "I don't..."

"I bet those tits are just perfect. I'm guessing C cups? Your sports bras always look like they're struggling to hold them in. You jiggle a bit even though you're not supposed to, in those. Your ass felt incredible, I wonder how it'll feel when you feed me your titties."

"Feed them to you?" Melissa asked, breathing heavily.

"Nipples are made for sucking, y'know? And who else is around to suck on them but your little brother?"

"Fuuuccckk," she whispered.

I shrugged. "One hit. Bet you can't."

Please let it be broken enough for this to work. I hope I'm not fucking myself over royally.

There was a sound like a meteor impact as my big sister spun and laid the mother of all roundhouse kicks into that bag. Neither of us looked at the damn thing, she just stripped her top off, letting me finally see those gorgeous breasts. Perfect teardrops, the kinds of breasts that make men weep, capped with rosy pink nipples, already crinkled and hard, the thick tips sticking out and begging for attention. To be sucked on. I was idly aware of sand pouring down in waves, and I knew how it felt. My cock was twitching in my pants and I worried I might just cum then and there as Melissa walked over to me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I said, looking up at her from inches away. Those breasts hung down in front of me wonderfully as she leaned down, but she kept going, until she was at eye level with me as I sat on the weight bench.

She stayed there, inches away from me, a big victorious grin on her face. "I don't want to work out right now."

"Oh. That's a bummer, I was hoping... okay. That's fine." I smiled up at her. It was a disappointing outcome, but I had gotten what I asked for and then some. I could feel the gears of my mind beginning to turn again, free from the self imposed weight. It was like that kick had knocked the real me fully loose, too. I took a deep breath and grinned. "Thank you for your help, Melissa. Nice fucking tits by the way."

I moved to stand, but her hand was there, blocking me. She pulled her hair from its braid with practiced movements. "I don't want to work out." She carefully climbed into my lap, knees on the bench on either side of me. It was odd because she outweighed me by a few pounds and was much taller, but the feeling was incredible. "I'd like to make out."

Melissa kissed me, and my heart felt like it would pound its way out of my chest. I crushed her into me with my meager strength and we moaned into each other's mouths. I followed her lead, unfamiliar with the whole kissing thing, and there were a few mishaps, but she just laughed and kept kissing me, seemingly wanting to consume me. The feeling was mutual, and the caress of my big sister's tongue against mine was electric.

I eventually remembered her toplessness, her whole body basically just available to me, and my hands began to wander even as I kissed her. I delighted in that ass again, familiar and safe. She moaned as she always did when I spread her firm ass cheeks in her stretchy workout shorts that left nothing to the imagination. My hands crept up her back, feeling the soft smooth skin and the intense musculature underneath. I moved my hands around her sides, and her breathing sped up but she did nothing to stop me. Finally, I had my hands on those beautiful breasts. They filled my hands perfectly, and she hissed into my mouth as I ran my fingers gently over her nipples.

"That feels incredible, ungh," she moaned as I gently pinched her nipples. "I can't believe I'm letting my little brother touch my tits."

"You mean suck on them?" I grinned, and she raised up a bit to let me have access. I was absolutely throbbing in my pants as I feasted on her. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and I might've gotten lost in them a bit, squeezing her ass in her shorts as I licked and sucked, driving my face into her cleavage, just ravaging her breasts.

She was moaning loudly by the time she made me stop. "Were you just gonna keep going?" Melissa panted.

"Uh huh."

"I'm so fucking horny," she giggled, pressing her face close to mine, stealing a quick kiss.

"I'm like, about to cum in my pants," I laughed.

"I can feel it twitching. For all the rest of you being small, that thing feels pretty good."

I smiled, "Above average, just a little."

"That works, trust me. I don't think I have an above average sized pussy."

"And now we're talking about having sex?"

"Jake, don't pretend you weren't gonna talk your way inside me."

I stared at her, frowning. "I would never. I do have boundaries. Though it seems like you're doing the convincing on my behalf."

She laughed, "True. I wanna fuck my little brother big time."

I hugged her, loving the way her breasts smooshed into my face. "Thank you, Melissa. I feel like I can breathe for the first time since that douche broke my ribs."

"Happy to help, little brother. So, so happy." We just hugged for a little while. At some point, we made eye contact again. "I'm still horny."

"Me too."

"So you've never had a blowjob?" Her smile was wicked.

"N-never. I've also never fucked a girl in the butt. Just listing things I've never done, y'know?" She laughed. "I dunno if some of those things on the list will be checked off today or not, I'm just declaring what's on the list."

"You're really cute," she said, smiling down at me fondly. "I kinda wouldn't mind the talked-into-sex experience from you."

"Would it really count now that you've admitted that you want my hog?"

"Hog?" She giggled. "You know I can just check, right?" She reached for the waistband of my basketball shorts.

"Oh, no, stop, whatever will I do?" I made T-Rex arms. She rolled her eyes and fished me from my shorts. Her hand wrapped around me and it felt amazing. "Careful, Mel. It might just go off."

"This, little brother, is a very nice dick. It can feel free to go off on me whenever."

She ducked her head down, moving off my lap, and then suddenly I was engulfed in her mouth and I wanted to scream. The heat of her mouth, the eager wriggling of her tongue, the powerful suction, and the joyful look in her eyes combined to tear my orgasm right out of me, only seconds after she started. I made a sound I'll generously call a manly roar as I came in her mouth. With no frame of reference, I couldn't tell you how good she was at this, but she casually hit every note with no problem. She didn't trigger the oversensitivity at all but just calmly worked me through the most intense orgasm of my life. I heard several gulps as my cum went down her throat, and that look of happiness on her face never wavered.

Melissa was perfect. I was convinced.

She made sure I was done and cleaned me with her tongue. Then, she popped back up and snuggled up to me as best as a weight bench in the garage would allow. I kissed her, giving no shits about the taste of my own cum. She was beautiful and she wanted me near, wanted me to kiss her. I couldn't think of a scenario where I would refuse her.

Eventually, I asked, "Your turn?"

She pouted, "No bullshit comment or argument to convince me to let you go down on me?"

"Oh, well, you know. You're my big sister. You're supposed to teach me stuff, when Mom can't or won't. I've never eaten a pussy before, and you seem to have one. Could you maybe do me a favor and walk me through that, and maybe let me get in a few thousand years of practice? Just until I'm satisfied that I'm done with this specific pussy, you see."

"Hmm. I could maybe do that. But you have to survive the ultimate challenge before you can do that."

"Oh, what's this challenge?"

"Gotta take off my shorts without losing your mind. I know what I got going on, I have a really nice ass. I think you'll go dumb at the first sight of it."

"Challenge accepted. I'm so cool, you won't even notice my brain hemorrhage as every drop of blood flies to my dick."

She laughed as she stood up, facing that booty at me. Now, I always considered the shorts she wore to be pretty revealing, so I thought I could handle whatever. I've seen this particular ass encased in sexiness for years. I wasn't fully aware of how much compression was going on with those shorts.

When I shakily peeled them down, she ba-donked on out of them and I fucking gasped. I would've put her butt on the biggish side, but once released, that thing was huge! I had had my hands all up and down this ass but I had no idea! It was round and bubbly and smooth, so very smooth, and then she flexed those cheeks. Jesus. So fucking firm too!

She was smiling back at me as I literally drooled. She shook it in my face, and giggled as I just had to bite it. I had to. Apple bottom indeed! "I haven't even bent over yet. I think I win."

"Wait, you're gonna-" and she bent over. Those cheeks spread, and I got my first look at my sister's... everything left. Her pussy was gorgeous, a perfect matching pink to her nipples, and it was drooling a copious flow of juice. She was shaved completely clean, and I could just see what I thought was her clit peeking excitedly out the top. I loved that her pussy was already kinda open, it looked eager. Her pretty little butthole winked at me, demanding my attention. It was just astoundingly sexy, so tiny that there was no possible way things could get up there. Yet I hoped to be one such thing.

"Yep, I definitely win. You look like you're actively dying right now."

"I did die, I think."

"Can I kill you a little harder then? This is just so fun." I nodded, and she continued her bend even further, legs perfectly straight. She calmly hugged her own legs, bent completely double while her ass spread obscenely.

"What did I ever do to deserve this beauty?" I asked directly into her ass. "You're just so fu-" I cut off as I was now eating her ass. I was still speaking, but I couldn't be bothered to stop what I was doing to articulate my point. That booty was calling to me.

She laughed at my antics even as one of those hands came up to pull me in deeper. "You, ungh, make me feel sexy, Jake. You're sweet and kind and wonderful, and I love you to death. What, hahhh, more could I ask for?"

I had shoved my tongue in deep at this point, absolutely losing my mind over my big sister and her athleticism. Melissa was still holding that stretch! I resolved to get her off, and my thumb came up to rub her clit. Even my inexpert fingers were deeply appreciated, and it was less than a minute before she shivered, an orgasm rocking through her in her bent over position. She made sexy little moans that made my already hard dick start throbbing again. The second her orgasm was done, she stretched back up, a little bit stiff in the process.

"Oof, I wasn't expecting to do that so long." She stretched, rocking her back and pooching out her ass. "I came really nicely, though. Thank you Jake." She turned back around and kissed me on the forehead, a cute little wrinkle to her nose. "Go clean up so I can kiss you properly."

I did so, returning to find her dressed. Melissa gave me a little smile. "I was concerned Mom would come out. This is still just the garage after all, I can't lock that door."

"Very true. But are you suddenly willing to do more sexy stuff, now that I'm back?"

"Well, yeah. My little brother will convince mom that it's normal he's licking my pussy. You'll keep me safe." She smiled at me, a big trusting smile that made me happy.

"It's weird to see you looking to me for protection."

"Well you are mostly immune to consequences, recent history notwithstanding. You could sell silent movies to blind people. You can probably convince mom that eating my pussy is good for you without even taking your tongue out."

"So you're saying I should go into sales?" I joked.

"That'll happen on its own, I guarantee it. Just don't lose your soul and you'll be okay. Now come nom my cunt."

She shucked her shorts again and lay back on the weight bench with her legs spread lewdly.

I wasted no time in my flying tongue dive. I made contact and finally tasted her pussy.

"Is that what pussy tastes like?" I asked her pussy, making Melissa giggle. "S'fuckin good," I said, enjoying both the tang and the slightly sweaty musk and every little note in between. I licked frantically at first, just looking for taste and moaning loudly.

"Shh, baby, slow down," she cooed to me. I didn't know this until right now, but I ADORED sexy nicknames. Her calling me baby was making me want to crow in delight. I slowed down.

"Call me that forever," I told her.

"Mmm, baby, I think you like being my boyfriend. Is that what you wanna be? My brother-boyfriend?" I moaned an affirmative into her pussy even as I watched for the spots that worked for her. It really wasn't difficult. "Whoa, fuck, you my pussy so good, baby."

It really wasn't very long at all before she was moaning and clamping my head between thighs that could kill me, pulling me harder into a pussy I was only too happy to eat. She groaned into her fist, trying to stifle the yummy incest noises as she came. It wasn't some explosive thing where she sprayed me with cum, but she was beautiful and I was overjoyed to give her pleasure. My lovely, sweet, warrior of a sister was cumming on my face, so I was happy as could be.

"Mmm that was amazing," she said once she calmed down, her back arching in delightful ways as she stretched like a cat. Still lying on the weight bench, she pulled my head from between her thighs and moved me up between her legs for kisses. "Oh you can just lay on me and that doesn't hurt at all. This is really nice. It's like I can be the guy." She giggled as she lay me on top of her for snuggles.

"I'm still the guy," I grumped.

"Tch. I know that. I just like how different this is from how this normally goes. If a guy lays on me normally, I feel squashed. I like how small you are."

I was fully clothed, but her shorts were still off and I had just eaten her pussy, so my hard cock was straining against my comfy shorts, kind of rubbing against her.

"First time's not gonna be on a weight bench in the garage, don't even try," she said.

"S'fine, I can't get any traction on my knees anyway, the bench is too narrow."

"Cool, so we can just do this..." she reached down and pulled my cock from my shorts, allowing me to rub against her clit. "And still be safe."

We kissed and ground on each other for a bit, though it was a little awkward on the bench. She kept me in place with her legs around me, and I focused on applying pressure to her clit with my cock, gently rocking on her as best I could. Melissa was slowly, slowly revving back up, whimpering now. I was, too, of course, but I would not be the one to fold.

I felt a surge of victory when she caved. "Jake. Get off me or I'm gonna rape you."

"Not possible, I'm too fucking into it."

"Not possible to get off?"

"Very possible to get off. Just give me a few more minutes."

"Jaaaake," she whined. "My bed. Please?"

"Okay. I'll give you my virginity on your bed. Only because you asked nicely."

She laughed, smiling up at me, looking cute and shit. "How did we get here? An hour ago I was worried my brother would spend his life stuck in his head, and now you've convinced me to have sex with you."

"It's the Jake charm." I shrugged. "I can't help that I have all of the charisma. It makes panties drop everywhere."

Melissa smiled, "It certainly worked on me. Make love to me, little brother. I want that incestuous dick inside me."

So we scrambled to get dressed and sneak to her room. However, my mom was absolutely home and absolutely on her shit.

She gave me that radiant smile, absolutely ecstatic, "Jake? It's great to see you moving around. Is that a smile I see? Where are you two off to in a hurry with those smiles?"

"Oh! Well I kinda realized I was being an idiot, stuck in my head and shit and Melissa helped snap me out of it. But I saw she seemed so burnt out, and I was really hoping to give her a massage to help take the edge off. You know how tense she gets? Yeah, go shower, Mel, I'll be up in a few," I sent my sister on her way.

Once she was gone, I dropped my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "Before that stupid concert, I was looking into massage therapy, there's a weird technique they use on high level fighters. They get so strong it's hard to massage them the normal way, y'know? So it's a lot of repetitive, kinda, smacks, I guess? Apparently it's really helpful for those tense muscle groups, releases all kinds of toxins, it can apparently make them scream, even. So I was gonna set the lights real low, do you have those candles you and Dad use when you wanna have sexy times? Your banging ones. Love lights? Coitus candles? I think it'll help her to relax so even my weak ass can just, really get in there." I gave my mom an innocent smile, as the bullshit flowed like never before.

"Uhh, I don't have..." she was blushing.

"Oh, are they for the really special times? Are they anal candles? All good, mom, I think I can find them. Second drawer of your dresser?"

She squeaked, "No, I'll get them!"

I naturally followed as she went up the stairs. "Oh I just gotta set up her room. Really, I can grab the damn candles, I'm pretty sure I know where they are." I followed my mom into her room. I needed to embarrass her enough to not come check on us. She went to look in other places, probably trying to avoid opening that drawer with me around.

"Weren't they over here?" She reached up into a box on a shelf in her closet, pooching her butt out in a way that my horny brain really loved.

"Nah, I saw them last week. They're right next to-" I moved to the dresser and she panicked, racing towards me. She grabbed my arm, and I was stuck, "Ma, they're just in there, I'm totally certain. They're right next to your butt plug." I made full eye contact as I said this, and she imploded. Sorry, mom. Need to fuck your daughter.

"You aren't supposed to know about that!" She squeaked, covering her face in her hands.

I shrugged, "Hey, I get really bored and I snoop. Why do you think I make so many anal jokes with you?"

"But why do you HAVE to make those jokes?"

"Cuz my mom likes it up the butt and that's soooo funny. And she has such a nice butt."

"I just... like it. Okay?"

"I knew it!" I cheered. "I knew you were the freaky one and not Dad! Ha!"

"And, uh, how do you know that?"

"Because, you have a horny squirm. I've seen it from watching you with Dad. Every anal joke makes you do the horny squirm." I shrugged, full eye contact again. Not letting her escape. "You like getting a cock shoved in your ass, and the thought of it makes you horny."

She was squirming now. "My God, I raised a monster." She stared off in the distance for a few seconds. "Get your candles, Jake. I need a drink."

I walked to the drawer and opened it. Under a few sets of lounge shorts were a few candles, tapers? They had little cups they could be set into, and a lighter was rattling around in there, too. Next to that was a small butt plug and a bottle of lube. I grabbed those first, turning and pressing them into her hands. "You look like you need this."

And there it was. The little broken state people could get into when you get them so frazzled that they don't know how to think. My mom just kinda blinked at me. "Thanks, Jake. I think I do." She turned and walked to the bathroom. Ugh, I wanted to push the envelope further, there were ways! But I had a sister to love on. I took the candles and the lighter.

I barely had time to have Melissa's bed made and the candles set up and lit when she returned, wrapped in a towel and looking... small? Her shoulders were slumped, but when she looked around the room, she seemed to get a lot better.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Y-yeah. I just thought we were caught, or there was no way this could happen, or... I dunno. She seemed onto us." She looked so worried, but it seemed to be melting away. I smiled.

"Hey, I handled her no problem. She's off fucking herself in the ass with a butt plug."

She frowned, searching my face, "You're not joking. Why is the bullshit you just said not bullshit?"

"She likes it in the butt, I guess. I told her I knew about it, and embarrassed the shit out of her while telling her there would be some slapping and screaming in here. For massage purposes. Then I put her butt plug in her hands, and her brain broke a little bit. She's definitely got the plug in, the booty-style masturbation is a guess."

"Jesus. You talked our vanilla, boring mom into butt fucking herself with your full knowledge. You're crazy!" She grinned.

"Yes, but I'm really just helping her let her freak flag fly. I wouldn't call her vanilla or boring anymore."

"Fair. So, we have time and she'll leave us be?"

"Probably?"

"Would you mind if I actually asked for a massage? I'm so tense after the last few months of unending stress."

"Absolutely! Only, I don't know anything about massages, so I hope I'm decent."

"Just put your hands on me and rub anything that isn't bone. It's all tense." Melissa smiled and dropped her towel. I was struck dumb. This was my first time seeing her fully nude, and the effect was intense. Specifically, I was hard as a rock and couldn't speak. Her body was incredibly toned, her waist tiny, those breasts were calling to me again. She was a fucking goddess. "These candles are nice," she said as she settled onto her bed on her tummy.

That ass was distracting as all hell, so I picked up the towel and covered her butt with it. I had taken a bottle of massage oil from my mom's drawer, too, and I squirted some into my hands, warming it with my natural, sexual heat. Or, just my hands, really. I began to rub that warm oil into her back, and she was a helpless puddle in seconds.

Guys, massage your girls.

I went slowly, taking care to massage any spot that seemed painful for longer. She would eventually sigh and relax that spot. There really wasn't any technique to this, despite what I told my mom. It was just force and care, caring enough to apply the appropriate amount of force that the particular spot needed. I would absolutely be finding some YouTube videos on this, though. It was too fun to pass up.

So I started at her shoulders and neck, then worked my way down. Her shoulders were incredibly tense, and there was a spot under each shoulder blade that nearly made her cry, though she definitely shouted. I told her not to worry about being quiet, Mom was expecting noises.

"Naughty boy. You think you can make me scream?" She asked as my hands slid down to her lower back.

"I don't honestly know. But I wanna find out."

"Silly. It's your first time, you'll probably pop right away, which is totally fine."

"True, but I can probably go a few times. I'm young, and my dick is the only thing I've got that works well." I paused my rubbing, "Do I need a condom? Don't wanna get my big sister pregnant." I finished her back and moved down to her feet. The deep moan I earned as soon as I pressed my thumbs into her arch was delicious.

"Nuh uh. I'm on the pill, from the moment I felt your hands on me. Went to the pharmacy the day after my fourth fight."

"Really? That soon?"

"You're the king of slippery slopes, and I had let you onto mine. I knew where this could go."

I moved to her other foot, earning a purr. "Dang. I'm still kinda coming to grips with the fact that someone wants me."

She had her eyes closed, just relaxing on the pillow as she said, "I get it. You've lived a very different life from most people. But it's made you fascinating and fun to talk to. Unpredictable and fun is sexy." She shrugged, "I find you attractive. I'll reiterate that if I need to, to make you believe it."

"Thanks, Mel. You're pretty wonderful, too."

I massaged up her legs, and her moans became ecstatic. The little knots I found everywhere were killing her, and I found joy in working through them. It didn't hurt that I was squeezing and massaging the most perfect legs on the planet.

I did eventually have to remove the towel from her butt, and it was as torturous as I thought it would be to just massage her. I think I have a thing for butts. Or her butt. The moans she made as I dug my fingers into her glutes made me blush. It was tough to focus, but I think I did a good job.

"Turn over, Mel," I said quietly. She did so, and gave me a huge smile. "Having a good time?"

"The best. You could just have me right now, if you wanted," she said with a little pout.

"I'm a completionist. No half massages in this house." I started on her hands. I didn't realize they could hold tension, but she certainly reacted when I massaged her palms. Arms, shoulders, face, neck... she loved all of it. I got to her breasts, and the horny took over for a while. I didn't suck on them, but I spent a very long time squeezing and teasing those perfect orbs, massaging the muscle underneath. Finally, I moved on, pressing inquisitively on her belly.

Huh. Belly massages are a thing, too. By the time I finished that and did the front half of her lower legs, she was squirming. I took my time on her quads, they were a powerful muscle group, especially for an aggressive fighter like Melissa. When I finished those, I had nowhere else to go but her pussy. She opened her legs, smiling widely at me.

"Lose the clothes, Jake."

My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest. I'd been so lost in the massage that I was able to put the sex out of my mind, and now I was nervous, but so very hard.

I was naked soon enough, my dick throbbing at her as I placed myself between her legs. I kinda froze, staring down at her pussy. This was actually happening.

"No being shy, I need my brother in me," she whined. I moved forward, but I was shaky.

"Mel? I think I wore myself out with the massage." I was always very weak, and my endurance was shit. What a fucking time for it to be a problem.

"Oh, that makes sense. That's fine, I'm feeling great now. Lie down." She took the news without blinking, and worked around my minor disability. What a badass.

I lay down on the bed, and Melissa straddled me, leaning down for a kiss. She had lined me up at some point, and now I felt an incredible heat and wetness as she lowered herself down on me. She kissed me even as I penetrated her, and her moan into my mouth was so gratifying.

"Haaaghh!" I moaned, or gurgled. This was so far beyond my hand, I didn't know if I could ever go back to it. She was so fucking tight, her muscles honed from years of intense exercise. That included kegels, apparently, because she was flexing those muscles like a steel band on my cock. "So fucking hot!" I shouted, thrusting up into her.

"Whoa! Easy, baby," she said in a sultry tone. "I'm not fully ready for this big thing." She was teasing me now. I wasn't huge by any standards. I could sometimes hit 6" on a good day. "Lemme go at my pace." She started to lower herself down again, and I watched her eyes roll as I hit some new spot inside her. "Fuuuuucckkk!" she moaned. Finally, she was all the way down.

She started to ride me, her body rolling, finely controlled in ways that would make dancers jealous. Her pussy made wet, sloshing, incesty noises as she moved on my cock, in and out, again and again. Melissa made deep eye contact, smoldering at me with each thrust.

"You're... incredible..." I panted, my balls already clenching.

She whimpered, "Fuck, I'm so close, baby. That massage got me so worked up."

I would not give in. She WOULD cum first. I started massaging her clit with my fingers, but she took over eventually. Melissa was an inferno, squeezing and milking my cock, and I had to fight back. I sat up and latched onto her breasts, sucking and squeezing them, playing with the nipples in the ways I now know she liked. I leaned up further, still gently pinching, and kissed her.

Her movements were starting to be more erratic, and the fingers on her clit were more frantic, a blur. She seemed to realize what I was doing, because she clenched her jaw and looked at me, a challenge in her eyes. "You think ahhh, I'll cum first hnnnghh, on your first time?" She focused, clamping that pussy down on my cock rhythmically.

I grinned. CRACK! My hand stung as her big butt bounced. Melissa lost focus and immediately threw her head back and came. I wasn't far behind her. I kissed her ferociously as my orgasm began. My fingers laced into her hair, pulling her tighter into me, and I growled into her mouth, but her own scream was much louder. Ha! I knew I could make her scream! The look in her eyes, her delight at having lost the challenge... ugh. I felt like a king as we came together, and my heart was pounding something fierce. I've never felt anything so intense in my life.

She collapsed onto me, and I collapsed back onto the bed, both of us giggling and kissing gently. "Oh my god, that was awesome!" Melissa whispered. "You made me cum that hard on your first time?! Fuck!" She kissed me, a grin wide on her face. "Mmm, I can't believe I took my brother's virginity."

"No better way to lose it, in my opinion." We snuggled for a while, there on her bed. A lot of sighs of happiness happened, some kissing, maybe a little bit of me playing with her cummy little clit until she shivered in a very little orgasm. "Wanna go again?" I asked eventually.

"Yes!" Melissa replied. "Are you up for being on top?" I grimaced. Curse this useless body! "No worries! Have you ever heard of the Amazon position?"

"Is that where you're overworked and forced to pee in a bottle?"

She rolled her eyes. "No! This'll be interesting. Lay on your back."

Eyes aglow, a huge smile on her lips, she spread my legs and knelt between them. Like a dude about to fuck a girl, but swap the doodly bits. She carefully crouched, her pussy above my balls, and pointed my cock back, down between my thighs. Melissa pressed herself against my thighs, and this lined her pussy up with my cock. She lowered down with a hiss.

"Whoa," I said. "This is wild." I was kinda supporting her weight with my thighs as she fucked downwards onto me. I couldn't get as deep as before, but the angle put a lot of pressure onto the top side of my cock, a totally different feeling from before. "Hoooohhh fuck."

Her eyes rolled in pleasure. "Hnnngh, little brother, I like this one. Guys think it's emasculating. What do you think?"

"I think that a gorgeous, muscular woman wants to have sex with me. Anyone who wants to take my man card has to go through you first."

She laughed. "I love that you make me laugh even during sex. Sex should be... ungh, fun. Y'know?"

"Clits are fun, too." With my legs spread as they were, I had easy access to her pussy, and I was soon rubbing her clit in time with her motions. My other hand was on one of her thighs, feeling the muscles flex. "Never. Never feel self conscious about your muscles. Holy fuck. Never seen anything hotter."

Melissa didn't seem able to speak as her orgasm was on its way. I changed my rub on her clit to a light slap, and a shriek spilled out. "Ohh fuck! How are you doing, little brother?"

"I don't think I can cum like this, but what a fucking show. Keep going. I'm gonna make you cum."

One hand slapping her clit regularly, the other pinching and pulling her nipples, she rode me like a dildo and came, throwing back her head with a high pitched moan. I pulled hard on her left nipple at the same time, and she got louder. All of her toned muscles rippled as the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her, abs to thighs, her arms holding a strong grip on my legs. It was such an incredible sight.

She fell over me, moaning, as she came down. "I. Loved that. I felt so powerful."

"Like an Amazon woman?"

"Uh huh. Wonder woman fucks like that." She was glowing.

"Holy fuck I need you in a wonder woman outfit."

"I'll tie you right the fuck up and fuck you silly."

"Do it. I'm so down."

"I could get so fucking naughty with you. What are you doing to meeee?" Melissa whimpered.

"Helping you let your freak flag fly, Melissa."

"I love you for it. This is so fun."

I shrugged, "I just love you."

Melissa paused and really considered what I said. "In what way?"

"Hard to know. I know that I feel love. I dunno if I'm in love with you. Sibling stuff gets weird."

"Yeah, agreed. I love you, too." She kissed me, and I was happy with whatever flavor of love it was. "You didn't cum," she said eventually. She could feel me pulsing against her.

"Nope."

"You want my butt?"

My eyes widened and I wanted to scream happily, "I very much do. Have you ever done that before?"

She frowned at me, "I've had sex a dozen times before today. No."

"No way!" I was vaguely aware of her two boyfriends but I thought the count would be higher.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm only 21, with not a slutty bone in my body." She smiled.

"Not till I'm back inside you, hey-oh!" She grinned and rolled her eyes, "Literally nobody since you started training?"

"It takes up a lot of time. And all the guys who wanted me since I started training for this only wanted to date a fighter. So no." She rose up on her knees. "You gonna pound my butt with that cock or what?"

"Gently pound it."

She looked intensely at the massage oil I'd been using. It was flavored, and I got it from right next to the butt plug and lube, which was also flavored. Holy hell my mom is a freak. I had handed the lube to my mom, and was regretting it. "I think this'll work."

"We can do some research and try another time?" I didn't wanna pressure her into stuff she didn't wanna do.

"Your tongue felt incredible up there, I wanna know what a dick feels like. If it doesn't work, cum on my face or my tits or whatever."

Holy fuck. I was gonna butt fuck The Beast. I lay back down at her suggestion, and she dribbled the massage oil on my cock. Then she took some and applied it to her asshole. The little eyerolls when she did that gave me great hope. I thought I would hyperventilate.

Melissa mounted me again, humming happily when my cock hotdogged itself between her cheeks. "I love how much you love my butt. Makes me feel girly. Boys love girls' butts." With an eager smile, she reached back and angled my cock at her butthole. "You cum whenever, okay?" I nodded as she pushed back on me.

I thought it would take a lot of effort, and it did, but it wasn't so bad. With a cheerful popping sensation, I slipped into her butt. It was like the world's strongest hand gripping me, but I could juuuust slip through because of the lube. It was so fucking hot in there. Melissa's eyelids were fluttering, and a constant little moan was just pouring out of her.

"You okay, Mel?" I grunted.

"Uh huh. Just really new sensations. Stretch and pain, but it's a nice pain and I like it a lot."

"Is there pleasure in there, somewhere?"

"Like, the pain turns into pleasure, kinda, but constantly. I... might be able to cum this way?" She rocked her hips a bit, and I slid further in. We both gasped. "God. Damn. You feel huge. But I love it. Fuuuccckk, Jake, you're making me a slut."

"Hottest slut I've ever seen," I whispered, reaching for her pussy. I provided a knuckle for her to grind her clit on, and she did so, pushing me further inside. "Almost there, Mel."

"I fucking knowwwww," the brawny girl whined. "It just feels like there's no end to it." She thrust back on me further. Just a little more now, and I was in heaven. There could be no greater feeling, I was sure of it.

"Mel, what happens if I'm addicted to your butt?"

"Then I'll take that, haahh, as a compliment. Offer it up whenever. Just make me cum, and you can plow my big butt all the tiiiiiimmmeee," she moaned as she finally reached the bottom, my balls pressed against her cheeks. Melissa was rocking on my knuckle hard and her rectum was squeezing me in sexy little pulses. "Are you gonna cum soon?" She whimpered.

"Nuh uh. It's too good to cum. Not so soon. I need to fuck you. To pound you."

"Then dooooo itttt. I need cum. In my butt. Nowww," her voice was rising higher with every syllable, the pressure on her clit slowly making her eyes roll back.

I thrust, about half my cock leaving and pushing back in, and we both gasped. Melissa looked slightly pained. "What are you feeling now?" I asked.

"The pain is mostly gone, but that thrust was intense. It's just fullness and this lovely roundabout kind of pleasure, like it shouldn't make me cum but it's totally going to." Melissa smiled down at me and took my hand off her clit. "I wanna see, ungh, if anal is enough. Fuck me, Jake."

Feet braced on the mattress, I did so, pulling out until just the head was inside her tight little asshole, and thrust back in hard. Her eyes rolled back and a deep moan poured out. "Fuuuccckk it's so good!" I mumbled as her ass squeezed me for all it was worth, slowing each thrust. I thrust hard again, the full length of my cock disappearing inside her each time.

I took my time, just loving the fact that I was sodomizing my big sister. My gorgeous, muscular sister, who could knock me out with ease, was just giving me her most intimate hole. And she was gonna cum from it. So I fucked her hard for several minutes as we both inched closer to orgasm.

I had my hands on her hips for leverage, and I stared hungrily up at her breasts, hanging there all sexy. "Bring me those titties, Melissa." I had set a pace of long thrusts, not fast but with force, pushing my cock as deep in her ass as it would go each time. Her moans were getting deeper and longer with each thrust, her orgasm approaching steadily.

"Guuhhhh," she moaned, eyes fluttering, but she obliged, pressing those perfect breasts into my face, hands bracing on the pillow to either side of my head. I feasted on them, sucking her nipples as I continued thrusting into her perfect butt. But she had started a new sound, a low, harsh whine, when she leaned down, and I stopped sucking her nipples to determine if it was that. It wasn't. Was it the change in angle? I squashed her down into my chest, and the whine got louder, higher with each thrust. Apparently she loved this angle. I held her in place and pounded away, and the whine became a shriek. "Fuuuuhhhhh Haaaaaaa HAAAAAAA FUUUUCCCKKKK OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOODDDDD JAAAAAKEEE! I'M FUUUUCCCKKKKINGGG CUMMMIIIINNGGG!"

She was screaming this in my ear as I did everything in my power to keep up the pace. I was tiring, my worthless little body not good enough for the task, but I powered through. Her ass clamping down on me, her pussy gushing everywhere, it was all the most incredible thing I had ever felt. My balls were boiling and I wanted nothing more than to cum in her butt, but first...

I took a careful grip of her hair and pulled her head back, looking her in the eyes. Her face was nearly slack as her ongoing orgasm wracked her body. "You are. So. Fucking. Beautiful." I told her.

"Fuuuuccckkkkiinnggg charmerrrr," Melissa moaned.

I spoke through gritted teeth, "No. You gave me everything. I'm gonna cum in your ass really soon. But I need you to know, ahhh, that I love you. That you're amazing. That you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Feminine and sexy and muscular and badass, you're everything I could want. Everything." I tried to put aside the silly bravado, the acres of bullshit that I could always be trusted to spew, and just let her see my sincerity. To just convey to this beautiful creature who gave me her whole body to adore, just how much it meant to me. It probably wasn't fair to say to a girl who was starved for affection and who was already mid-orgasm.

Her eyes widened as my words filtered through. I finally started to cum, deep in her ass, and her back arched, leaning up and pushing me deeper in. Her ongoing moans turned absolutely silent, and she locked there in place, a vision of incredible beauty. The gush of her pussy juice turned into a flood, and then a full squirt as my cum fired hard into her asshole. Melissa flinched with each shot, unable to make a sound but taking each rope of my thick cum with obvious enthusiasm. Finally, she took a breath and let it out, "HAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCKKK AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed, so loud that there could be no question that my mom heard it.

But I was too busy filling her eager butthole with the largest load of my life, even after two orgasms before. She just brought it all out of me, and I couldn't stop cumming. Melissa's ass was so tight, especially as she came, I could barely move inside her for how hard her toned body was clamping down on me. The heat was so intense that I thought my cum felt cool as it coated my cock inside her rectum. And still my sister screamed. So for all that, I couldn't care about my mom hearing us.

As she finally collapsed on me, kissing my neck mindlessly as she came down from those incredible heights, I could barely put together a thought. I kissed her, and though my eyes were open, I could only process her tongue on mine, the love in my heart, and my eternal devotion to this wonderful girl. I couldn't begin to process the fact that her door was open. As my cock slowly fell from her ass, we didn't hear the gasp.

I did feel it the moment my fucking pervert of a mother sucked my cock into her mouth, cleaning me with the deep moan of a fantasy long satisfied. Melissa pulled away from me, looking at me in concern as I gawped like a fish. "Jake? You okaaaaaayyy!?" Her concerned question changed into a half-moan half-squeak of surprise as my mother's mouth left my dick and shoved its way between her cheeks, licking furiously. Cleaning my cum from her dripping asshole. "What the fuckkkk?" Melissa exclaimed. "Mom?"

Melissa was a powerhouse. She could wo-manhandle myself and my mom simultaneously if desired. But apparently the situation was too goddamned raunchy, and she stared down at me in shock. "She's... unghhh Jake! So fucking deep with her tongue! What the FUUUUUUCCKKK?" Melissa shook one final time as another orgasm rocked her. This one was gentle in comparison to the calamity she had just experienced, but she collapsed bonelessly on me when she was done, just whimpering, a grin helplessly attached to her face.

My mom's blonde head was no longer moving. Her desires seemed to have been satisfied, and now... was she hiding behind Melissa's butt?

I laughed, "Hey mom? You're a fucking pervert."

Her reply was like someone really trying to feel bad but failing, "Yup!" She peeked her head up at me and blushed. "I am. Sorry I didn't ask first." My mom gave me her best angry face as a glob of my cum slowly collected on the tip of her nose, "Now. You two are in big trouble!"