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Cyprus hesitated before knocking on his sister’s door. He knew he would have to quit stalling eventually. It was time-sensitive, he needed to get on with it. His heart filled with apprehension at what she might say, though. This was bound to be a difficult conversation even if she took it perfectly, and she might have objections.
He would just have to get through to her. Claire was counting on him.
Deciding to take the plunge, Cy knocked on the door gently. A few seconds later, it swung open, and his sister peered up at him, her hair tied back in a practical ponytail. “Hey, what’s up?” Her voice was striking, even though Cy was used to it. A throat condition in her childhood had left her voice soft, quiet, and husky with a deep tenor. It reminded him of the rumble of a car engine sometimes.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt, Relly…are you still working?” Cy gave his best smile under the circumstances. He had tried to come late enough that she would be all done with her post-grad work for the day, but instead she nodded.
“Just finishing up a grant request right now. It can wait, it’s fine. Is anything wrong?”
“Well…yes, but…not with you, it’s…well. Can we talk?”
Her face fell into concern. It’d been a while since they’d had a serious discussion about much. “Yeah. Come on in.”
Within a few moments, Cy sat across from Relly on her bed. His legs swung off the edge, whereas she went criss-cross with her hands in her lap. He had always been jealous of her being able to do that. He was too tall to make it comfortable, and had been since he was a teen. At least Claire liked it.
“You gonna tell me what’s going on or was this all just to make me anxious?” Relly gave a wry smile, even as she wiggled in place with the uncertainty of things. Cy supposed it was her way of breaking the tension a little bit.
Deciding that there wasn’t a point to any more delay, he let the cause of his recent nerve-wracking anxiety slide out of his mouth. “Claire got evicted last week.”
Relly widened her eyes, lost for words for a few seconds. “But…but didn’t you say she had worked it out with her landlord?” Her voice took on a tone of alarm, even as her volume didn’t rise. Couldn’t rise, as he knew.
“Yeah, she thought so too,” Cy sighed out. “They verbally agreed that she’d have two more weeks to pay back-rent, but nothing was ever put into paper, and then the cops showed up on her. It’s all legal, we looked it up. We just thought that we’d have one more chance to make something work, but…” His shoulders sagged. “Guess not, huh?”
Relly twisted her freckled face up into a scowl. “Damn. That’s awful…where’s she living now?”
Cy chewed on his bottom lip a bit. “She’s been living out of her car since then, but we can’t do that for long. So I wanted to know if you’d be okay with-”
The moment Relly started talking again, Cy shut his mouth. She had a lot of problems with people talking over her and he had learned to give her priority. He didn’t want to add to her woes in that department. “Claire will be in your room, right? She’ll need to submit a change of address form fast to prevent her mail from bouncing. We already bulk-order groceries, so having one more person wouldn’t even be that much more expensive…can she be here tomorrow? I’ll be able to take time to help her move in.”
Relief washed over Cy even as he snorted at Relly’s business-like approach. He had been so worried about her saying yes, and she thought her approval was so obvious that it didn’t even need to be voiced. It was touching, really. “Sorry for not bringing it up sooner, just, I know you’ve had a lot on your plate and having an extra person here might complicate that. Are you sure-”
Relly put her index finger on Cy’s lips. That shut him up. The contact only lasted a split second, but his lips still tingled afterwards, reminding him of where she had touched.
“Hush, you. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” She gave him a little smile, a strand of red hair escaping the ponytail and falling on her cheek. “Claire having somewhere to live is more important than my work time. Now, can she be here tomorrow?”
The last little ball of anxiety uncurled in Cy’s chest, replaced with relief and adrenaline-fueled joy. “Yes, I’m helping her get the rest of her stuff in the morning,” he nodded. “Um, thank you, Relly. I’m serious.”
“Don’t thank me yet. If you two interrupt my work by being loud in your room, I actually will get kind of annoyed,” she teased. A weird embarrassed thrill shot through Cy’s chest at hearing his sister talk about sex, even implicitly. It was unusual for the two of them, but maybe it was just because it had never really come up before.
“Hey! We won’t be loud,” he defended, not even remotely denying the idea that he’d be making love to Claire during their stay. That was hardly realistic, knowing his girlfriend as he did.
“We’ll see about that. Your bedroom is just one wall away, and it’s pretty thin, Cy.”
His thoughts stumbled. He had never heard that little detail out of her before. “They, uh. How thin?”
His sister gave him a mischievous little grin that he hadn’t seen from her in years. “Don’t worry about it.”
Cy worried about it. “Ugh. Fair.” He stood up from her bed and stretched out, his shirt riding up his torso a little to reveal a strip of tummy. “Well, thanks still. We should be getting here at about six at night tomorrow. Sound good?”
Relly looked up from his stomach to his face. “Yeah, sure. We can order pizza or something for the move.”
“Hell yeah.” Cy smiled at her, his relief coming through in his expression. “I’ll head to bed now then. Night, Relly.”
Relly looked down for a second before looking back up, acting nonchalant. He could have sworn something went through her mind just then but he couldn’t imagine what. “Yeah, of course. Sleep well, Cy.”
As he returned to his room, he brushed his lips without thinking about it, on the same spot where Relly had put her finger. He caught himself, rolled his eyes, and flopped on his bed. He’d been really jumpy lately, so it had probably just really surprised him. Even if the touch dug up some old memories…
-break-
“Help me! Cyprus, help me! I’m dying!”
Cy rolled his eyes and took the big plastic bin from Claire. “It’s not even that heavy. You just like being dramatic.”
Claire pouted emphatically at him. “Is too. At least to me.” She kept up the pout for a second but broke into a grin before it had any real effect. “You know, there used to be a time when I could lift twice that much. I’m pretty proud that I can’t anymore.”
Cy smiled at her too-pleased expression; he wondered sometimes if she ever had any emotion she didn’t wear on her sleeve. He slid the bin into the back of his truck and ruffled the top of her head, his hand mussing up her windswept brunette strands. She didn’t even pretend to dislike it. “Well, if you need a big strong man to lift everything heavy, should I get your PC in here too?”
“Woah, slow your roll,” she put both hands in front of her. “We might have an open relationship but it’s not that open. No one else gets to touch the PC.”
“Boundaries are important,” Cy nodded gravely. “But for the record, the PC is for sure gonna be heavier than that bin just was. For posterity.”
“Your objection is registered,” Claire nodded with him, before waltzing back into the storage shed to get more stuff. His attention clung to the way her hips swayed. He knew for sure that she wasn’t even thinking about it, but those hips were truly ridiculous. He silently thanked the medical marvel of estrogen for putting them in his life.
Really though, he should be thanking estrogen for a lot more than that while he was at it. Claire didn’t talk about her pre-transition life much, and Cy hadn’t met her until years after she began medication, but from what he knew, she had spent that time in a depressive haze, disconnected from everything and everyone. He couldn’t imagine it. Claire absolutely bursted with life. Witty, bold, passionate, dedicated, affectionate, and uncompromising; he had been head over heels for her practically from the moment they met.
Claire interrupted his spell of ruminating on his puppy love by toting her PC tower over to the truck. She stopped at the rear driver’s side door and gave him an expectant look.
“What, surely you can carry it with one arm?” Cy chuckled and opened the door for her without waiting for a response. She put on a brave face, but clearly she was straining her arms to keep carrying all that metal.
“Har har,” she rolled her eyes and set the PC down in the rear seat. She slid the seatbelt over the tempered glass side, the cutesy anime stickers temporarily smothered by the belt. It clicked into place.
“I still think we could just pack it in a box no problem,” Cy opined. “I know how to keep glass from breaking in transit.”
“It’s not like we’re dying for room, though,” Claire retorted. That was fair enough. After so many consecutive moves within a short time, the sum of Claire’s worldly possessions could squeeze inside her little car if necessity called. Which it often did.
Cy leaned against the truck bed and drank from his water bottle deeply, a drop rolling out of the corner of his mouth. Claire watched with undisguised interest as he wiped his forehead. It was only April, but the weather was balmy enough that exerting himself left him feeling overheated if he didn’t take breaks.
“I ever tell you that you look fucking good when you’re sweaty?” Claire asked, chewing on her index finger a little at the second segment. Cy snorted, half-amused and half-pleased at the flattery.
“I don’t think you’ve ever let the chance to let me know slide,” he chuckled. “But thanks. You feeling okay?”
Claire let the air out of her lungs and draped herself onto Cy from the front, wrapping her arms languidly around his neck. He shifted backwards to support her body weight. “I mean, yes and no. I’m excited to live with you, but this all fucking sucks pretty bad, Cy. I just want some stability. It’d be nice to know that I’ll be living in the same place six months away, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” He ran his fingers through her brunette waves, undoing any tangles where he found them. He was always so careful with her hair, knowing how much the attention to detail meant to her. He felt her shoulders wound up with tension, but loosening by the second. “I really think we can make this work. All it’ll take is one or two good breaks and we’ll be stable. Together.”
Claire tilted her head to look up at him, vulnerable hazel eyes shining from behind the cute wide-rimmed glasses she wore. “But…you could make it alone if you really wanted to. You’ve just had to support me all this time.”
“I chose that, Claire.” His voice carried no hint of hesitation. They’d gone over this before, but he wouldn’t let her think like this if he could help it. “You think I’d just let you freeze in an alley somewhere? You’re not going down unless we’re both going down.”
Claire broke out into a huge grin and buried her face in his neck. “What did I ever do to deserve you, exactly?”
Cy let his fingertips trawl across her scalp, lingering on spots that he knew she liked best. “I refuse the assumptions that the question is based on. I’m in love with you, princess.”
“Me too,” Claire echoed quietly, and he knew she meant it. He also knew that she was in no evident rush to pull her face away from his neck, and her breathing had gotten very deep the last few seconds. He snorted, aware of what she was up to, but let her get her kinky little fill of his scent. It was only when he noticed something rather urgent-feeling pressing into his thigh that he kissed the top of her head and parted with her.
“You know we’re not going to do anything in the parking lot, right babe?” He asked rhetorically. Claire gave him an almost-guilty smile and nonchalantly crossed her legs as she leaned on his truck next to him.
“S’about the buildup,” she explained. “No asshole landlord can ruin it tonight. It’s been three weeks since we got any and I’m about to sleep in your bed. Make your peace with your creator, young man.”
“How about you make peace with my sister? She said she’d get annoyed if she heard us from her room at night.”
Claire burst out into giggles. “What, really? She seems so innocent and scholarly, I didn’t expect that. That’s not actually going to stop us, though, is it?”
Cy gave her his best grin and, before she could react, hooked his index finger into her chain necklace. He yanked forward, sending her stumbling into his chest with a choked squeak, and then wrapped his other arm around her waist while he let go of the chain and nudged her chin upwards with his finger. She gasped and looked up into his eyes, lips slightly parted in surprise. He clutched her closer to make sure she didn’t get any ideas about pulling away.
“No. And you’re going to be quiet no matter what I decide to do to you. Unless you want my palm clamped over your mouth, princess?”
“Hhhhahh,” Claire vocalized, trembling in his grasp with flushed cheeks. He had evidently caught her off-guard. Grinning in sweet victory, he locked lips with her and kept her flush with his body. She kissed back with frantic energy, whimpering into his mouth more than once in the seconds-long kiss they shared. He grabbed her ass for one final wonderful little whine of need and then promptly let go of her and walked back for another box within a second.
Cy didn’t need to look behind him to know she was probably quite out of sorts. He could practically see her flushed expression of betrayal in his mind’s eye. Nothing out of the ordinary there. They liked to take it in turns to rile each other up when the moment seemed right.
“Y-you fucker!” Claire stomped her foot in agonized frustration. Cy laughed at her as he scooped down to get another load. Not that he intended to tease her forever. He had been just as eager to get his hands on her as she was. Claire had definitely been onto something about buildup.
-break-
Cy reached into the fridge and claimed his dual prizes: a sealed can of pink Monster and a bottle of unsweetened ice tea. He shut the door with his hip and brought them into the living room, where he found his sister and girlfriend engaged in conversation.
“Honestly, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I’m really jealous of your voice,” Claire admitted, holding a half-eaten piece of pizza in her right hand. “When I started voice training, I always wanted a really nice husky voice, but I couldn’t make it work. It’s to die for.”
Relly flushed in appreciation and hugged her legs closer to her chest. “Thank you. It’s honestly not something I get complimented on very often. Most of the time I’m apologizing for being so quiet…or people don’t seem to care.”
Claire snorted. “I know the feeling. And you still get talked over all the time even when you’re trying to say something important! Mostly by men, obviously.”
Relly nodded gravely. “I think they love hearing the sound of their own voice.”
Cy made his entrance by pressing the ice-cold can of monster against his girlfriend’s neck. Claire squealed and jumped up in her seat, making Relly put her hand over her mouth to smother a giggle. Claire glared daggers at him, swiping the beverage before it could be used against her again.
“Thanks, dipshit,” Claire grumbled. Cy chuckled, not showing a hint of remorse as he sat down next to her. He tossed the iced tea to Relly, who catched it deftly.
“If you were wondering,” Cy offered, “I think you both have lovely voices, and in no way do I love the sound of my own voice.”
“Yes, yes, we’re all very impressed, Mr. Feminist,” Claire ribbed, dipping in to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, though. Moving is hard work and pink Monster is a health potion.”
Relly lowered the bottle from her lips to give Claire a concerned look. “That was a joke, right?”
Claire tilted her head a bit. “Hm?”
“About the Monster. You don’t drink that stuff all the time, do you?”
Claire smiled enigmatically and threw the can back in a big swig. “Pwah. It’s what a girl needs.”
Relly fidgeted in some mix of pity and exasperation. “But you also drink water, right?”
Claire just smiled.
Cy relaxed his shoulder muscles and leaned into her side as she polished off her pizza. The move had been a breeze; it was practically all done. Claire had set up her PC in his room next to his own desk, unloaded her clothes, and put the rest into the attic. Now it was time to unwind and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
The night continued, the three of them swapping stories and discussing recent events between sips. Relly and Claire seemed to be getting along well, which Cy was pleased with. They’d met each other before, but only once or twice, and never for very long. You wouldn’t know it; the two of them got on like old friends. They seemed to have a lot to connect over.
When the sun set and the booze started replacing the tea and soda, the conversation got a bit looser.
“My landlord…I tell ya, this fucker- he owns a goddamn Tesla, that should have been a red flag,” Claire drawled, arms draped around Cy’s shoulders. “He’s all like, ooooh it’s fine, I know trans people, you can live here, but the second there’s a problem with his precious rent he calls the pigs in. It makes me want to spit.”
Claire took a breath to continue her tirade, but paused when Relly spoke up, her deep rumble of a voice even quieter now that she wasn’t entirely sober. “It’s awful, he should have just given you more time. I’m sorry.”
Claire let some of the tension leak out of her posture, slumping more into Cy. “S’okay. I’m really lucky that Cy had my back on this. And you too. Thanks, guys.”
Cy smiled and hugged her arms closer to his chest, making her coo in appreciation. “We’re in this together. I’m not going anywhere.”
Relly watched the scene from the other couch, intrigued. “To be honest, I wasn’t really sure what you saw in him, but now I kinda get it. I’ve never seen him this dedicated and committed to…well, anything.”
Cy snorted. “You wound me. I can be dedicated. It’s just not been in front of you before.”
Claire’s eyes sparked mischievously. “He’s soooo cool. He’s always kind to me and goes out of his way for me. He’s witty and knows what to say no matter what. He’s sooo reliable, I can count on him for anything. He’s fun and bold and warm and dreamy. The perfect boyfriend.”
Cy’s face burned hot and he looked to the side, flustered. “That’s- enough of that. Thank you, but that’s too kind.”
“It’s not kind enough! I haven’t even talked about how strong you are, or how nice you smell. Or how good in bed y-”
Cy clamped his hand over Claire’s mouth. “Shut! Up!”
Relly watched on, hiding her face behind her bottle as she drank. Meanwhile, Claire giggled from behind Cy’s palm and wrestled her mouth free. “-good in bed you are. Seriously, it’s a miracle I can still walk!”
Cy groaned and put his face in his hands. “Claire. Sister. Remember?”
Surprising him, Relly set the bottle down and leaned forward a little bit, wearing a face of honest fascination. “Hey, ‘sister’ is actually here and can speak for herself. Is he honestly that good? I can’t really see it.”
Claire leaned forward to match, putting her chin in her palms. “Oh, yes. He never skips the foreplay, and he’s gentle. Unless I tell him not to be.”
Relly’s face flushed a bit. Cy saw her eyes dart to him and back to her. “Wow. You two are, you know…god. That’s so naughty.”
Claire leaned back, satisfied in a job well done. Little minx. “And, just as important, he’s a good kisser.”
Relly huffed. “Well, I already knew that.”
Cy froze solid, and a beat after once Relly realized what she said, she squeaked and froze to match. His thoughts raced at a thousand miles an hour. Had she really just…?!
The first to recover was, of course, Claire. She slowly turned her head to Cy, an unreadable stoic expression on her face. “Cyprus?”
Cy cleared his throat, desperately not looking at his sister. “…any chance we could forget she said that?”
“Yeah, not likely.” Claire snorted. “Why didn’t you tell me you kiss your sister on the lips?”
“No he doesn’t!” Relly objected, her voice getting extra hoarse-sounding with the effort of the volume. She broke out into a cough, then cleared it up. “It was in the past. Like, a while ago.”
“A while meaning…?” Claire prompted.
Relly shrugged helplessly. “Like…three or four years?”
Cy groaned and slumped, defeated. He hadn’t planned on letting that little secret slip just yet. “Look, we were both in high school, and we were worried that we’d fuck up our first kisses, so we kinda…well…it was for practice, yeah?”
“For practice,” Relly hastily agreed.
“For practice,” Claire deadpanned, clearly not very convinced.
Relly bounced her leg up and down in agitation. “Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid. This isn’t going to, like, cause problems for you two is it?”
Cy looked to Claire, who shook her head. “Nah. We’re open, so it’s no bother to me. You could have told me you still kiss him and I wouldn’t have been upset.”
Relly squeaked and tossed a pillow at Claire, who let it bounce off her face. “We don’t still do it!”
“You get my point,” Claire smirked.
Cy sat up a bit straighter. “Yeah, it’s fine. Sorry about not telling you sooner, just, it was our secret. It’s not the kind of thing you tell anyone.”
Claire gave his side a squeeze. All’s forgiven.
The three of them nursed their drinks in silence for a few moments. The air felt heavy with tension. Cy remembered those times where he’d take his sister to his room, or hers, and they’d kiss, clumsy and fumbling but genuine, holding each other for moments that seemed like they’d never end. He thought about it…more than he should. It felt nicer than it had any right to.
Claire finally broke the silence. “So…”
Relly looked up from the floor, attentive.
“Did you like it?”
Relly flushed again, looking to the side in a huff. “I don’t have to answer that.”
Claire snorted and squeezed Cy again. “Cy, did you like it? You do have to answer that.”
“Maybe I do, but not in front of my sister. Perv.”
Claire gave him an unrepentant kiss on the forehead. “Guilty.”
Relly stood up and stretched, holding her empty bottle in her hand. “That’s probably as good a time as any for me to go to bed, anyway. Uh, sorry for bringing up that baggage.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” Claire waved her hand. “Thanks for everything today! Hope you sleep well.”
Relly passed Cy on the way up the stairs to her room. The two of them met eyes. Relly slowed her stride, looking like she was about to say something else, but deciding against it at the last moment. She hurried the rest of the distance.
Cy let out a breath and slumped in his seat. “Ugh. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow.”
Claire hugged him a bit tighter from behind. “Then can you look forward to the rest of tonight instead?”
Cy snorted, kissing the side of her arm. “Yeah, easily.”
-break-
“Okay, but did you like kissing her?”
Cy sat on the edge of the bed watching his girlfriend change. She slid off her loose tee and jeans, leaving her in a push-up bra that highlighted alluring B-cups, black panties that hugged her ass and crotch in a revealing way, and nothing else. He checked her out appreciatively, eyes lingering on her bare stomach and thighs. Smooth, silky skin practically begging to be touched.
“What do you think?” Cy asked rhetorically, turning his thoughts towards his sister even as he geared up for some kind of lewdery. What would she look like, wearing this?
“Okay, but I want to hear you say it.” Claire leaned forward and planted herself in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and wiggling her ass into his crotch. “Did you like it?”
“ Yes, ” Cy hissed, the attention waking up his body and speeding up his heart rate. “We got good at it. I really loved it. We only stopped once she got a boyfriend.”
Claire rolled her hips around his lap, grinding into his stiffening cock. Cy sucked in a breath and placed his hands to rest on her waist. “I suppose I should thank her for giving you all that practice.”
“Don’t you dare,” Cy muttered, though he didn’t really mind the thought. It felt more real, now that someone else knew. He slipped out of his shirt, and when his hands returned to her, she leaned into his bare chest and kept up her little lapdance.
“If you liked it so much, why don’t you ask for it again?” Claire asked lightly, shifting upwards to straddle him more closely. He could feel her stiffness through the panties, just as needy as his, pressed flush with his belly. He gripped her a little tighter and pulled inward to give her some friction to work with, which she readily accepted by lightly humping him in between hip motions.
“I- I can’t, I don’t want to make things awkward,” he tried to justify, but the thought of kissing Relly again felt electric in his arousal. He found it hard not to think about.
“Nnn…things are already awkward, clearly,” Claire pointed out, breathing softly in his ear. “Come on, do you really think she’d freak out about it? Plus…I don’t think she’d say no. I saw how she looked at you.”
“R-really?” Cy gasped, pressing his face into her collarbone. All the teasing was getting hard to handle. “I don’t think…”
“Shhhh…you don’t need to make a decision right now,” Claire muttered sweetly, cradling his cheek in her hand. He peered up at her. “In the meantime, for tonight…what if we pretended that I’m her?”
“You-” Cy started, but she locked lips with him before he could voice objection. Did he even want to object? He sank into the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before pressing in for more. Claire cooed softly, running her tongue over him in an invitation. It reminded him of…
Cy gave in. Consequences or morality be damned, what she offered him was too enticing to put up a fight against. He shut his eyes and pressed into the kiss more, memories of his sneaky make-outs with his sister blending past and present. He gripped her bare hips and flipped her back onto the bed, taking her by surprise.
She bounced on the mattress and made some very big eyes up at him. “Wait, Cy, Mom and Dad will find out if we do it here…”
“I don’t care,” Cy practically growled, straddling her and sinking his teeth deep in the skin of her neck. She gave a gratified moan and curled her toes in stimulation. “I need you. Stop fucking teasing me.”
She yelped in delight as Cy swirled his tongue around the fresh bite mark, the skin rapidly coloring into a bruise. He moved a bit towards her collar and bit a new mark into her, making sure to lavish every spot in attention before moving on, always so patient with her. She panted and whined and moaned as the waves of strained pleasure rolled across her.
Once Cy felt satisfied that he had left a disaster area on her neck, he shuffled off of her to examine his work. She stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, chest heaving up and down from exerted arousal. Fresh bruises dotted her neck and collarbone, staining her beautiful skin. Her cock poked up through the rim of her panties, leaking a few droplets of pre, smeared across her belly. A pretty mess.
“I need you, Cy…” she muttered, voice meek and barely audible. Just like hers…one more detail to add to the illusion. “I’ve always needed you. I’m yours.”
“Fuck…” Cy breathed, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his needy cock. He laid it on top of hers, two arousals pulsing as one. He reached a hand between them and wrapped it around both, keeping the tightness and tension at the level he knew Claire liked. She mewled and swung her arms around his neck.
He started thrusting, and she rewarded him by holding him tighter and egging him on in any way she could, wiggling her hips up into his palm and dotting kisses across his ear. He whined from the raw overstimulation of it all. Fucking his own sister- no, his girlfriend pretending- fantasy and reality blurred at the edges. It was all so bad . He couldn’t remember being more turned on.
He felt her cock pulsing against his, smaller and a bit softer but still needy-feeling. Their pre mixed together and quickly smeared across the skin of his palm to lube it up, causing the sex to get louder the longer they did it as the room filled with the sounds of sliding damp skin. His cock glided against hers, the perfect mix of friction and lubrication. He leaned down and sank his teeth deep into her collarbone, feeling skin yield to his bite. She whimpered, pain and pleasure sharpening each other.
“Fuck, Cy, don’t stop, keep going,” she pleaded, voice even higher than usual and laden with breath. “Fuck, Mom and Dad can’t find out, just please don’t stop. I need you…”
Cy grunted into his bite, the noise coming out a bit more like a growl from how strained it ended up. He reached a hand into her hair, gathered the roots up by the crown with practiced ease, and tugged . She moaned sharply as her face shot upwards outside of her control, exposing her entire neck to him. He knew how to do it safely, how she liked it. He liked it too.
Cy didn’t stop the thrusting as he positioned himself to loom above her, still trapped by his grip on her hair. She looked at him, completely breathless, face flushed, mouth parted. “Say my name.”
He slowed his thrusting for a moment, hesitating. Saying it out loud…a thrill shot through him at the mere thought.
Claire scowled at him, though she still looked quite well-fucked. “Hey, don’t ruin it. Come on, I know you want to.”
She had him there.
“ Relly ,” he ground out, pushing his lips to her in a passionate kiss so he didn’t have to see the self-satisfied look he knew she’d wear. He started fucking again, squeezing his hand tighter and gripping her hair just a little more firmly. The bed squealed in protest at the forcefulness of it all, but he didn’t care. “Ffffuck, Relly, I love you,” he gasped into her mouth between kisses, feeling himself getting close to an orgasm he was sure he’d die without. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Relly, fuck, I fucking love you.”
“I- I love you too!” She managed back, though mostly she became so overwhelmed with the strained pleasure and primal thrusting that she resorted to mewling and gasping rather than words. Cy could tell she was getting close, too; her little cock started twitching and getting just that little bit firmer like it normally would. He smiled into their kiss. This wasn’t just for him; she loved it.
“Relly!!” He gasped, clutching her to his chest as tight as he could while he crested the final wave. He shuddered and whined as a rope of cum erupted from him to coat their crotches together, then another one to land on her stomach, then a third. He shut his eyes tight, mind becoming a blank haze of raw bliss. Cy stopped thrusting while he came, but he managed to keep moving his hand for her so she could finish too.
“Cyprus! I l-love-- fffff,” she whimpered, her whole body tensing as she started her cum right after he finished winding down from his. He felt her mess add to his between them, the amount surprising him. A few moments later, she slumped in his mattress, hair messy, skin slick with sweat. He curled up next to her, hugging her tight to him, head spinning.
“H…holy shit,” Claire stuttered out, not even opening her eyes. “That was pretty fucking hot, dude. I should have thought of this earlier.”
“Uh huh,” Cy muttered, already slipping rapidly from the waking world. “Gonna sleep now, s-sorry for not, um…”
“Shhh. You’re fine, baby boy,” Claire cooed, playing with his hair. “You did fucking amazing. Get some rest.”
That was all the permission he needed. He slipped into the deepest sleep he could remember, utterly at peace.
-break-
Now might be a good time for death.
Cyprus sat across from Claire at the kitchen table the next morning, a phone between them idling on a text conversation. Claire held a cup of coffee in her hands, light from all the milk she’d added, face pale as a ghost. Her hands shook with the force of holding it.
Feeling the call of the void, Cy looked at the messages again.
(06:23 am) Esmeralda: I’m going to be out of the house for a while. I need to collect my thoughts.
(06:54 am) Esmeralda: I told you the walls are thin.
“Yep,” Cy concluded, “Double suicide?”
“Works for me,” Claire agreed, shoulders slumped. “Fucking…this is all my fault.”
“No,” Cy shook his head, voice firm. “I consented, I agreed. I loved it, even. I should have known that she’d still be awake.”
“You just got too into it. Happens to everyone,” Claire sighed. She set her cup down, barely having had any of it. She took a deep breath to center herself, forcibly breaking her spiral. Cy wished he could do it so easily, but then, she had more practice. “Look, we can fix this. We’re all adults here, right? People do kinky shit. She’ll get it.”
“If she ‘got it,’ she’d probably just pretend she hadn’t heard any of it instead of running away,” Cy lamented. “I hope she comes back. I need to throw myself at her feet and apologize to her or I’ll never feel okay about this.”
“I understand you, but I don’t think she really needs that right now,” Claire offered, then straightened her back. “Well, okay. Do you know where Relly could be right now?”
Cy thought about it for a heartbeat. “Probably the public library a few blocks from here. She likes to go there and take up one of the desks when she gets really into work.”
“Alright,” Claire nodded, standing up out of her seat. “I’m going to talk to her.”
“I, um,” Cy stumbled, panicking slightly. “Should I come?”
Claire shook her head. “You’re probably at the center of her worries right now. If you stay here, I can talk to her and we can come back together when she feels up for it. We shouldn’t threaten her in her safe spot.”
“Yeah,” Cy mumbled, heart sinking. To think that he had done something so foul that she couldn’t even feel safe around him…he felt his mood slipping fast. He didn’t want to ruin what he had with Relly. He wanted her to understand how he felt so much, but had never found the words. Now he might never again.
Claire slipped her soft hand in his. He snapped to look at her intense gaze. Her face so close to his, her hand in his…it calmed him. She knew just how to ground him.
“Hey. In this together. Right?” Claire asked gently.
“Yeah.” He felt a smile grow on his lips and squeezed her hand. “Together. Always.”
“Do you trust me?” She asked softly.
“With my life.”
“Good. Trust me with your heart, too.” She kissed the back of his hand, then pulled away. “I’ll take care of this. If I’m reading this right, it might not be as bad as you’re worried about.”
“I…sure,” he nodded, a little numbly. “I’ll be here. Good luck. I love you.”
“Love you too!” She hugged him, then got out the door. He slumped into his chair and took a sip from her abandoned coffee. Claire had put her faith in him, relied on him. Now it was his turn to rely on her.
Cy gazed into the middle distance. If anything good came out of this disaster, it would be breaking the ice a bit more with Relly, for good or ill. Ever since those dream-like days they’d had together ended, it didn’t even feel real when he remembered them.
-break-
Years ago and miles away, two teenagers ditched their classes. Relly tugged Cy along with her, circling the outside of the gym building under an overcast autumn sky. No one stopped them. The underfunded public school wouldn’t look for them even if they never made it back to class. Cy knew they were safe as long as they didn’t slip on their homework; like his sister would ever let that happen.
“I thought we agreed we’d keep it at home,” Cy laughed, no real accusation in his voice.
“That was before Dad decided he’s a handyman. The garage is never free,” Relly mumbled, voice rumbling over him. “You’re not about to chicken out on me, are you?”
“Not on your life,” Cy smirked. She matched him. He liked when Relly got like this, confident and mischievous. He only got to see that side of her after they started…whatever they had. Today she wore high-waisted blue jeans that hugged her close and a comfortable tee proudly emblazoned with the school mascot (a parrot, ripped from the Windows stock image collection), while he wore cargo pants and a purple hoodie.
Finally, they found the side of the building facing the empty woods near the school. Deciding to take the initiative a bit, Cy grabbed his sister’s hand and pulled her, moving her closer to the metal sheet wall.
Relly giggled in delight as her back hit the metal. Cy planted his hands on either side of her, boxing her in. She let out a little gasp and gazed up at him in slight awe. “You’re pretty aggressive today. What happened to the hesitation?”
“We’re being bad. I like it,” Cy put his forehead against hers. Their breaths intermingled in the air between and tickled each other’s faces. “Plus, I’ve wanted this all day. You know that.”
“Maybe I do. It’s still nice to hear it.”
The two of them met each other’s eyes from the close distance, feeling the tension and anticipation of what was to come. The wait made it better. It was an unspoken rule for the two of them.
Cyprus finally had enough and moved his head down, pressing his lips to hers. Relly sighed in satisfaction, placing one of her palms on the small of his back. The two of them tightened the embrace, the distance between their bodies vanishing. The slight breeze and the meek noises of lips against lips were the only things to be heard, save for their breathing.
God, this was so bad. It had started innocently. Relly and Cy had never been distant as siblings; being only a year and a bit apart, they grew up together, ate together, played together, hung out almost every day. When puberty hit and siblings would normally drift apart as the gap in their genders became more noticeable, the two of them deliberately fought the expectation to separate, staying close. They both wanted to kiss, they both wanted to be good at it, and they both wrangled with new feelings and desires with no other easy outlet to speak of. What could be more natural than helping each other out?
Cy reflected that he felt pretty damn lucky to have this with Relly as he let her sink deeper into his chest. He felt her tongue roll across his bottom lip and let his own brush against it, earning a cute little noise from her. He gripped her waist a little tighter and suckled on her lip for a moment before releasing. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine. She felt so fucking good.
Relly pressed her thigh up both of his, and he felt how hard he’d gotten when she finally reached his crotch. She must have felt it, too. Nothing unusual there. She’d never said anything about it to Cy, who never brought it up either. It felt like bringing attention to his arousal would break some kind of spell and as long as they didn’t, they could pretend like it wasn’t happening.
It was a little embarrassing, but Cy didn’t mind. He could tell Relly was in just as much of a state by the way she looked at him when their lips parted.
“Hey,” said Cy softly.
“Hi,” Relly matched, voice even softer, rumbling to barely more than a whisper.
Cyprus shivered and groaned a little when she pushed her thigh even more firmly into his boner. “H-how long can we be here?”
“Mmmm…five more minutes?”
“Works for me.”
Their lips met again. So fucking good. Cy let one of his hands slip under the back of her shirt, feeling the way her skin erupted into goosebumps when he brushed up. His fingers graced the strap of her bra. Feeling that felt like rubbing up against some important boundary. He liked it; so did she.
They made out for minutes on end. Breathing became heavier and skin became moist with sweat as they grew to exhaustion from the kissing. He obsessed over moments like these. It felt like everything else fell to the wayside, and the world collapsed to just the two of them.
Their lips parted again more quickly when Relly’s phone alarm sounded. Time to go. They gave each other sheepish looks, the trance broken but the memory fresh, and started back to school.
“When we’re doing that stuff…do you ever want to go further?” Relly asked, rubbing the back of her hand idly.
Cy flushed a tad. “Well…yeah. There’s a lot I want to do in the moment. What about you?”
“Same,” she admitted. “But that’s why we have boundaries, right? So we don’t go too far.”
“Yeah. Good thing.”
“Yep.”
As the two of them filed back into the building, Cy wondered what good boundaries were for if he always felt this separated from her.
-break-
Cyprus resigned himself to his funk as he waited for any word back from either Claire or his sister. The logical part of his brain recognized that it probably wouldn’t be anything awful, and that they’d patch it up okay, but he didn’t think he’d believe that until it actually happened. God, he couldn’t believe he had made such a huge slip-up…
The sex had been good though. Really good. He wondered if he could ever summon the nerve to try it again. Claire would want that; his girlfriend was a kinky girl, and when she latched onto something this firmly and immediately, she’d always want to revisit it. It would be a nice benefit to feel okay enough about it to make it a regular thing.
As with Relly? Well…Claire had been right last night, the situation that he’d fallen into with his sister was terribly awkward and probably unworkable. Having such a massive shared secret and experience with her and yet being unwilling to talk to each other about it would have blown up in their faces someday, if not in such a huge way. He wanted this to stop being something shameful between them. He wanted things to go back to like they’d been, the two of them being able to confide in each other and share things that they couldn’t share with anyone else.
He wanted to be close with his sister again.
The door opened. Cy jolted his head up to look; Claire came inside, pulling Relly by the wrist. His sister looked totally out of her depth, off-guard, and…flushed? She didn’t look mad, though, and that was encouraging.
“Hey there, thanks for waiting!” Claire cheerily introduced, shutting the door behind them.
“Yeah, I mean…what else was I going to do, right?” Cy tried. He met Relly’s eyes with a worried look on his face. “Listen, I’m…I’m sorry. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and I-”
“One second,” Claire held up a finger. Cy shut his lips. “I talked to Relly, and we’ve been operating under some bad assumptions. If you would?”
Relly looked to Claire and back at Cy, and then finally her eyes settled on the doorframe to have something to look at that wasn’t too intense. “I appreciate you looking out for me,” she muttered, voice rough yet quiet. “I’m sorry I made you think I was mad. I wasn’t. It was…a lot, and I wanted space to process it, but I wasn’t angry. Nor did I think any less of you.”
His chest felt suddenly lighter. “Really?”
“Yeah. I know we don’t talk about it much, but I’m not a prude or anything. I know people get into unusual stuff. I mean, I am, too.”
Claire piped up. “Really? You should tell him some of it.”
Cy gave a shocked look to his girlfriend, but Relly nodded. “Hey, it’s okay. I want to tell you. She’s just here for support. See, I wanted to cool my head, but…that doesn’t mean I was mad …”
He tried to parse her meaning. “I’m glad, but what were you trying to cool down from?”
The massive goblin grin on Claire’s face finally made everything click into place. He whirled his head around to Relly, flabbergasted. “Wait, seriously?”
Relly’s cheeks reddened again and she nodded. “…yeah. I know we haven’t had ‘practice’ in a while, but I never lost interest in you. It’s just that the interests became too much to justify acting on. I had to rush into my first relationship just to distract myself from what I wanted with you, to keep from going too far.”
His heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Cy hadn’t even dared hope that she felt this way, and it was all true? “Wow…I never…”
“Never asked? Well yeah, I never asked you either.”
“So this whole time…”
“It was mutual, yeah.”
“And we only found out…”
“…because Claire wanted to pretend to be me while you two slept together?” Relly finished.
“That’s about right!” Claire grinned, unrepentant for her sins. “To be honest, I had suspected this. If Relly really didn’t like thinking about the kissing, then she wouldn’t have brought it up last night. She just got more daring when she got drunk.”
Tears stinging his eyes, Cyprus rushed to wrap his little sister tight in his arms. She accepted easily, threading her arms under his and squeezing him. He managed to keep from crying, letting her scent wash over him. Everything felt surreal, and he relished the moment.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” she answered, voice quietly brimming with emotion.
They kept up the hug for a few moments. He would have stayed until Relly decided to leave, but instead Claire clapped her hands together. “Right. Fantastic. And as compensation for bringing this about, you two can let me watch while you fuck like animals.”
Relly squealed into his shirt, hiding her face. “She’s a menace! A demon!”
“That’s my Claire,” Cy smiled, feeling both fondness and exasperation. Mostly fondness. “Well, first of all, to grant such a thing, she would need to want to have sex with me in the first place.”
Neither Relly nor Claire jumped in to comment.
“…is that…what you want?” He hazarded, pushing his luck a bit.
“…you won’t be mad?”
“I’d have to be insane to be mad about that.”
“Yeah, I kinda do want that, I think. It’s a huge thing, but I think it’s what I’ve been missing.” She looked at her brother searchingly. “What about you?”
He snorted. “Well, of course I want that, I just never thought it would be an option one day.”
Claire nodded approvingly. “Very good. So I can watch, right?”
He stuck his tongue out at her for a moment. “Not so fast, little perv. You’d need Relly’s consent.”
“I consent,” came the quick answer from his shirt. “I don’t mind, really. It could be hot.”
Oh shit, this is actually happening? He had been under the impression that she’d never go for that, but she’s completely on-board. Fucking…his own sister…with Claire watching…
“Yes,” He heard himself saying. “Yeah, it could be.”
“Oh!” Relly perked up. “I don’t have any condoms, do you?”
Claire nodded. “Mhm. I keep some in our toy bag for when I want him to wear one to pretend like he could get me pregnant. Sometimes he tears the condom before he puts it on, though, to make it feel way dirtier.”
Relly snorted like she’d heard a joke, saw her brother’s flustered expression, and hid her face again. “Oh, my, god.”
Claire gave an earnest giggle. “I thought you said you’re not a prude? Anyway, I’ll meet you two in her room. Don’t make me wait too long!”
They watched her flounce away. He sighed happily at watching her leave. She’s so crazy…
Relly caught his expression. “You really love her, don’t you?” She asked, no accusation in her voice.
“Yeah, I do. I love you too, though.”
She squeezed him tighter.
-break-
Brother and sister stood opposite of each other, Relly’s bed bridging the gap between them. Her room smelled like her, and was tidy enough that there wasn’t a danger of tripping over anything. A small chalkboard hung from the door facing the room, a cursive Esmerelda labeling the room’s owner. Claire sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing her leg in excitement for what’s to come.
“You’re sure you’re up for this?” Cy asked.
“I’m sure. Just…where would I even start?”
“Getting naked would be a decent way to do it,” Claire chimed in.
Relly nodded, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and slipping it up and over her head. “Hey, give me some credit. I’m not a virgin, just, it’s my brother.”
Cy took off his shirt in turn, wanting to match his sister and make her feel less awkward. “I’m nervous too. It’s kind of a big step.”
Claire and Cyprus both watched with undisguised fascination as Relly moved. Her stomach looked incredibly soft, not flat but not necessarily chubby. She wore a functional striped push-up bra, perking up her C-cups. Her gorgeous red hair spilled behind her as she released it from its hairband prison. When she pushed down her pants, her plush thighs contrasted sharply with the solid black panties she wore. Cute freckles dotted her chest, neck, and legs.
“Wow,” Claire muttered. “Hey babe, is your sister single?”
Relly rolled her eyes in good humor, looking a bit embarrassed but otherwise alright. “We’ll see. Behave here and we could work something out.”
“I don’t know…I don’t feel very well-behaved right now.”
Cy stepped out of his discarded jeans, only in his boxers now. Inevitably, his sister stripping right in front of him gave him a tent. Relly slowed her movements as she saw it, taking her time to put her clothes to the side.
Claire snuck up behind her, having shed everything but her underwear as well, and wrapped her arms around Relly’s back, planting her chin on the shoulder. She stared at his hard-on with her. “It’s nice, right?”
Relly snorted and leaned back into her. “Not saying it isn’t nice. I let you get away with too much.”
“Probably. You're even worse at saying no to me than your brother.”
“That's a scary thought…” Cy smirked.
Claire grabbed Relly’s hand and let her insistently to Cyprus’s side. “Well, making out is already familiar territory. Start there!”
Not needing to be told twice, Cy snaked his arms around Relly's neck and kissed her, drawing her close. After so long thinking about their time kissing in the past, he was hungry for more. She fluttered her eyes shut, mewling into his lips. They'd both missed this.
Cy felt Claire’s hands on his waist from behind. She pulled him down to the bed, and he took Relly along for the ride. Their lips parted when they landed on the sheets, but Relly closed the distance to kiss him again before Cy had time to miss her touch. She swung one of her legs over his hips, draped over him luxuriously. He was glad to feel her touch all along his leg, skin against skin.
“Wow, you two are really going at it…” Claire muttered, chewing on her lip as she watched, belly-down on the bed and kicking her legs. Cy smiled into the kiss, but didn’t want to draw apart to comment. His mouth remained firmly occupied. He rolled his tongue across Relly’s bottom lip, sucking in a touch to make her shiver before pressing in again. She ran her fingers up his spine, taking her time to map out his body.
Cy could have made out with his sister forever, but Claire’s impatience got the better of her. “C’mon, I wanna see more…” She smirked and hooked her fingers into the elastic of his boxers. She yanked down, leaving him naked and freeing his aching cock. It immediately pressed into Relly’s inner thigh, causing her to gasp and part the kiss at last, a look of surprise on her face.
“You’re, um…really hard.”
Cy looked to the side. “Yeah.”
“For me?”
“For you.”
Claire grinned, happy for the pace picking up. She patted Relly on the bare shoulder. “Hey, get him under you.”
Relly looked sideways at her. “Planning something?”
“Of course. You trust me, right?”
She sighed in faux exasperation and adjusted, flipping on top of Cy and straddling his naked hips. She scooted up, pressing his cock firmly into the crotch of her panties. She jolted and shut her eyes for a moment before opening them again. “Okay, yeah, that’s pretty good.”
Cy leaned back into the sheets, one hand on his sister’s waist and another feeling the top of her thigh. Relly started humping slowly, sliding her crotch up and down the length of his erection. Cy moaned softly and took a deep breath, relishing her heat and softness even though the fabric. “She’s an expert in this stuff.”
Claire wrapped her arms around Relly’s neck, chest pressing against her back. “You can just call me a whore. Not like I’m denying it.”
“You won’t hear any complaints from me…” Relly muttered faintly, hips working to wind her up and stimulate her. “This is the naughtiest I’ve ever been.”
“I think we’re kindred spirits,” Claire happily added, moving her fingers deftly around Relly’s bra hooks. After a second’s work, the hooks were detached and Claire promptly slid the bra off Relly’s arms and tossed it to the other side of the room.
“Holy shit,” Cy managed to get out, gripping her waist a bit tighter. Relly’s tits fell free, just as freckled as the rest of her. The pale skin seemed invitingly soft, with two puffy nipples on display. “Can I…?”
Relly nodded, breath getting ragged as she continued to wantonly hump his cock. “Yeah. Do it.”
His hands slid upwards, and he took one breast in either palm. Here he was able to get a bit more creative; he’d had a lot of practice with Claire. He squeezed them and kneaded them at a firm, yet steady pace. He occupied his thumbs with flicking and rubbing her nipples, but not so much that they got too sore too quickly. She squealed and buried her face in her hands, cheeks burning from the lewd novelty of it all. She couldn’t keep the moans from escaping for long with her brother working at her tits, and within a minute or two of this she hung over Cy, arms on either side of him from above, hair hanging down to curtain their faces. It made his arms less tired to play with her from this angle, too.
“Alright, alright, I can’t see anything like this,” Claire complained. She grabbed Relly’s hips with both hands and yanked her off of him. She yelped and landed ass-first onto her mattress. She looked at the two of them, face flushed, breathing heavy, eyes glossed over with lust.
“Jerk. I was almost there,” she whined, sounding far needier than she had probably intended.
“Build-up makes it better,” Cy and Claire said in unison. They broke out in giggles right after, Relly joining them after a moment.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Claire cooed, shuffling over on her knees to Relly. The other girl’s eyes locked on Claire’s crotch, evidently only noticing now how hard Claire was, tent straining against her purple lace panties.
“Oh wow…it’s, um…” she tried, clearly a bit out of her depth.
Claire batted her eyes bashfully. “You can say pretty.”
Relly let out a laugh, somewhere between nervous and excited. “It is pretty. I’ve never seen a trans girl like this before. At least, not in person.”
“Oh? You been peeking at t-girl stuff online, huh?” Claire teased. Relly started at a stuttering response, but Claire just kept talking. “Dirty girl! Luckily, Cy’s here to fuck you silly to make up for it.”
Cyprus snorted and kneeled near the two of them, still rock-hard. He was slightly embarrassed to catch himself dripping a bit onto his sister’s sheets. “Not gonna do it yourself?”
Claire hummed as if she was deep in thought. “Believe it or not, it’d be hotter to me if you fucked her right now than if I did. Though maybe I’ll get my turn later if the lady’s up for it.”
Relly whimpered hearing them talk. “C’mon…not letting me finish and then talking about me like I’m a toy while I’m right here? Give a girl a break.”
Claire chuckled. “Alright. I think she’s good and ready now.”
She reached up and plucked the condom she had tucked into her hairband from her ponytail. She tore the wrapper open and retrieved the rubber. Then, she shuffled behind her boyfriend and snaked her arms on either side of him. While Relly watched with adorably rapt attention, Claire rolled the condom onto his cock.
“God…” Relly muttered, eyes fixed on the scene.
“You’re just lucky I didn’t get one of the pre-broken ones,” Claire giggled.
Cy shivered, feeling just as much at his limit as Relly. “That’s great, my love. Can I please fuck my sister now?”
Claire smirked and detached from him, shuffling over to where Relly lay face-up, crotch pointed at Cy. She slowly slid Relly’s panties down her legs, and met no resistance. When she pushed the legs open, Cy was treated to the sight of his sister’s pussy, puffed and slick with arousal from all the teasing. A tasteful, groomed patch of red pubic hair pointed in a triangle downwards towards it. Claire slid her hands down and parted the vulva with her fingers, opening even more to Cy’s view. Relly gave her a desperate glance.
Claire gave Cy a nod, still grinning. “Go for it. Don’t go easy. She needs this.”
Breath hitching, Cyprus lined up his cock and thrust, sinking into her easily. Relly whined and gripped the sheets tight, wrapping around her brother like a glove. She had to squeeze her eyes shut from the intensity of the sensation. Cy took a deep breath and wiggled his hips, nudging into her inch by inch. Finally, he bottomed out, every last little bit inside.
Claire leaned down to watch, so close that her breath tickled both of their arousals. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah, holy fuck,” Cy agreed softly. He had dreamed of this for so long…
Relly gritted her teeth and looked up at the two of them. “Yes, it’s really fucking hot, we all agree. Start thrusting, okay? I’m dying over here.”
Claire whistled. “She’s bossy, isn’t she, babe? I’m kinda into it. You heard the lady.”
He started thrusting in earnest, going steadily but forcefully. With each forward stroke, Relly’s entire body jiggled from the pressure, and she mewled while the delicious satisfaction finally came to her. Cy got two handfuls of her ass, using them to hold her to the sheets and in place for him. Both of them were a tad slick with sweat by this point, but neither seemed to mind.
Claire settled in laying next to Relly and casually took her cock out of her panties, fingers wrapped around it. “I could get used to this,” she sighed happily, beginning to fuck her hand while inches away from the siblings.
Cy gave her a sideways look for a second, fond smile on his face, before he refocused on his sister. “I have to agree.”
“Hhhhn,” Relly responded, wrapping her legs around Cy’s hips to lock him in. She felt pretty well-fucked, if her adorable expression was anything to judge by.
Claire sped up her hand, leaning to the side and sinking her teeth into Relly’s shoulder. Relly gasped sharply at the unexpected spike of lovely pain and turned to her. “Wha…whassat for?”
“She likes to have her mouth occupied when she gets off,” Cy explained, voice getting husky. He felt himself losing stamina fast. Relly felt so fucking good even through the condom, and his girlfriend masturbating right next to her wasn’t helping him last any longer.
“Fuck…I’m pretty close,” he warned.
She looked up at him desperately. “T-try to last, I’m begging you, ghh. I can get there, I just need a little more…”
Cy slowed himself down a tad to avoid finishing. “H-hard to handle. You feel fucking amazing.”
“Thank you, but don’t slow down!” Relly whined, bucking her hips upwards to try and coax him into fucking her harder. “C’mon…”
Claire smirked and leaned over Relly. “Babe, fuck her like you were. I’ll help out.”
“What-” Relly started, then her lips were forced apart into a gasp when Claire’s lips wrapped around one of her nipples. Her husky, strained moans fell freely as Claire swirled her tongue around, suckling and stimulating with practiced technique.
Cy, trusting his girlfriend, resumed pace and then some, fucking his sister as freely as he wanted. “God- I- I’m cumming…”
He switched from frantic, fast thrusting to hot, deep strokes as the first rope of his cum filled the rubber. He felt Relly clench tight around him, and when he looked up he managed to see her with her hand wrapped in Claire’s hair through the pleasure. “M-me too…” she squealed, shutting her eyes tight as she had an orgasm of her own.
After a few moments of Cy fucking her slowly through both of their finishes, he collapsed on top of her, still buried inside. They gasped for breath as best as they could, the air heavy with sex. They kept their eyes shut, recovering from what they’d just had.
Claire watched the two of them, naked and sweaty and cummy in a pile, and that was all she needed to finish herself off, too. She worked her cock with frantic need, and a few moments later she buried her face in the pillow and groaned as she coated her hand with transparent, estrogenized cum. She took a few deep breaths, wiped the mess off on Cy’s leg, and then invited herself to the aftercare cuddlepile, snuggling in next to Relly and Cy.
-break-
Cy felt that he’d used up his entire lifetime supply of karmic luck on getting this outcome. So much could have gone wrong, and yet…
“Penny for your thoughts?” Relly asked, walking up next to him and looking out of the window together with him. Her arm snaked around to hug him from the side while they spoke.
“It sounds corny.”
“Tell me anyway?”
“I think I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Relly chuckled lowly. “You were right, that does sound corny.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No. I’m grateful too.”
Claire flounced to his other side and hugged him from the opposite direction. “Be grateful to your lovely girlfriend~ I had this all planned out from the start.”
Cy gave her a sideways glance. “I’m calling bullshit.”
“Okay yeah, not really. But still. Being a pervert pays dividends sometimes.”
Relly chuckled and leaned into Cy’s side, her hand finding Claire’s and holding it. “Seems I have a lot to learn from the true masters.”
Claire stuck her tongue out at Relly, but squeezed her hand back. “You haven’t seen anything yet. I’m still interested in taking my turn.”
Relly flushed at the boldness. “Well…how about tomorrow? And dinner first?”
Claire’s face lit up. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”
Cyprus hugged both of his girls from either side and quietly thanked the building for its thin walls. He got the feeling he’d be treated to a lot of interesting listening in the days to come.