“We’ll figure it out.”
“No, this is MY responsibility. MY fault.”
“Bullshit. I was a more than willing participant.”
“But I’m the elder sibling,” she whimpered.
“It takes two to tango, and I’m not some immature, easily-influenced teenager. I’m a 20-year-old man fully capable of taking responsibility for my own actions here.”
“But—”
“Do you really regret what we did?” I asked softly, stroking her hair. I braced myself for her affirmative answer, already weighing how to help her feel the way I did, because I didn’t regret a thing, even though we’d gotten caught.
Alex didn’t respond right away. Well, she started to, but stopped herself and squeezed me tighter. I stroked her hair, giving her time to compose her answer. And about a minute later, she turned her head to look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.
I smiled down at her, and then reacted just in time to feel her press her lips to mine once more. We kissed without sexual passion but with all of the love, just as strong as I’d felt from her when my world was filled with light just before Michelle had returned from Costco. The kiss didn’t last long, but it did wonders to put my mind at ease, and from the look on Alex’s face it had done the same for her as well.
“No, I don’t regret what we did,” she said softly while staring at my lips. A moment later, she flicked her eyes back up to mine. “At first I was going to say yes; we got caught and I was feeling ashamed. But what we did brought us closer together, closer than I ever imagined we could be. I love you.”
I smiled. “I love you, too.”
Alex sighed somberly, and then furrowed her eyebrows. Pursing her lips, she turned a bit in my grasp so that I still held her, but she was facing outward, spooned into the crook of my arm. “I just don’t know what Michelle’s gonna do.”
I stroked her hair, pointing out, “At least it looks like we don’t have to worry about her calling the cops screaming bloody murder - or worse, calling Mom and Dad.”
“I sure hope not.”
“She won’t. I already know that,” I assured her. “We all have to live together. Calling Mom and Dad would be the kind of catastrophic response that could destroy the family. She’ll give us a chance to explain ourselves before she does anything drastic.”
“Explain what? That I got so horny I couldn’t help fucking my brother?”
“It’s the truth, isn’t it? And it’s not like your horniness has been some big secret. We could hear you bitching to Emily about it for weeks. Truth be told, Chelle is probably as horny as you were.”
“You think so?” Alex shrugged and added, “Her door isn’t any thicker than yours.”
I smirked. “Maybe she’s just quieter than me ... or you for that matter.”
Alex giggled and then furrowed her eyebrows. “I hadn’t really thought about that.” I could almost see the gears turning in her head.
Leaving her to her thoughts for a moment, I let my head fall back and thought back over everything that had happened as well. And when I got to the part of Michelle surprising us, I glanced back down at Alex and asked, “Hey, what happened? I thought you were on alert to make sure she didn’t come back downstairs.”
Alex grimaced. “I got distracted. I wasn’t watching the stairs anymore. My mind was ... back then ... to when your towel fell. I’m sorry.”
I exhaled and went back to stroking her hair. “Doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done. We just have to figure out what we’re gonna do now.”
“We have to talk to her, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“And I need to let her know I’m not gonna stop fucking you.”
I blinked and glanced down at her. “You’re not?”
Alex frowned and looked up at me. “What, you wanted to stop?”
“No, no. I just...” I blushed. “It’s like when Mom first caught me masturbating. The very first thing I did was promise I’d never do it again.”
Alex snorted. “That obviously is a promise you didn’t keep.”
I sighed. “I just meant, if Michelle made us swear to never do it again or she’d tell Mom and Dad, we kinda would HAVE to stop, wouldn’t we?”
Alex shook her head. “I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, not any more than you were able to stop playing five-on-one after promising Mom. You make me feel too good and I’m not going back to FaceTiming my loser ex-boyfriend and diddling myself with vibrators when your gorgeous dick is in the next room.”
I blinked. “Good to know. The trick is how to ensure Michelle will be okay with it.”
Alex nodded, looking thoughtful. “We’re family. She loves us. She’ll ... understand.”
“I’d like to think so. She may be weirded out by it, but hopefully she’ll come around.”
Alex grinned. “That’s just it: she wasn’t weirded out by it.”
“Huh?”
“Just now.” Alex sat up straight and turned to face me. “When she eavesdropped from around the corner that I sucked you off and fucked you, she didn’t run away and she didn’t charge in screaming with disgust. The first thing she did was admit she’d snuck into your room to give you a handjob and then demanded I tell her what fucking you was like.”
I mused on that. “Okay...”
“You’re the one that said Chelley’s probably as horny as I was. Think about it: she snuck into your room to check out your package. Even -I- can tell when she’s ogling your butt or your abs. She may not come out and bitch about it like I do, but if she’s been feeling the same kind of pent-up frustration I was, she may be coming to the same conclusion I did that YOU have the only functioning cock in the house.”
I frowned. “What are you getting at?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I think you should fuck her too.”
I blinked twice. “Wait, what?”
Alex shrugged. “Well for one thing, she can’t tell anybody about us if she’s boinking you, too. But pragmatism aside, Chelley is clearly hot for you.”
“But she’s my little sister! I can’t—”
“So what? You’re MY little brother,” Alex interrupted with a smirk. “I get that little twinge of guilt – the one that says you’ve become a child molester or something - because I felt it too. But you’re the one who just said ten seconds ago you were a grown man fully capable of taking your own responsibility. Chelley’s fully capable of taking HER own responsibility, too.”
“She’s a teenager.”
“YOU were a teenager three months ago,” Alex retorted while rolling her eyes. “Besides, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what she’s asking for, and her needs are just as real as ours. And what other choice do we have? I’m not going to stop fucking you, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to monopolize you and make her keep going without for the next several weeks or months or even years. None of us know how long this thing is gonna last.”
“Wait-wait-wait. You really want me to start fucking her?”
“Don’t pretend like the idea doesn’t turn you on.” She patted the bulge in my shorts that had started growing once again. “Chelley is hot. She’s got the same kind of figure as Pamela Reif - only taller, don’t you think?”
I groaned as Alex’s patting motion turned into fondling, but groaned again in a weaker tone, “But she’s my little sister.”