Chapter Three: Clara-Doll
It's not clear to me how I managed to fall asleep that night, after what I had seen and felt. I lay awake for a long time, drifting in and out of consciousness, between misery and excitement, my heartrate still vigorous an hour after I had retreated to my room to lie futilely on my bed. I stared at the wall, knowing that just on the other side, Eric was holding my sister Clara in his arms, feeling her naked skin on his. I wondered if they were both asleep, or if Eric had continued to fondle and caress my sister until she moaned and opened her legs for him again. I hadn't heard any sounds, so it seemed likely they had fallen asleep together. Eventually, exhausted from the sheer mental stress forced on me that night, I managed to fall asleep too.
When I woke up, I was still dressed in the clothes I'd had on the previous day. They felt stiff on me as I lay in bed, for a brief moment my brain not remembering why I felt so tired. Then the memories of the night before came back, registering in my head. Eric talking Clara into letting him kiss her. Then into letting him hold and touch her. Recollections of what I had seen and heard in that room flooded back to me: my sister's slender body naked for me to see and Eric to touch, the sounds she had made each time Eric gave her an orgasm, the gut-wrenching thrill I had felt as he penetrated her for the very first time. But surely not the last time.
I was hard already, and disgusted though I was with myself I lingered on the thoughts of Clara gasping and moaning as Eric thrust into her. My hand was drifting towards my crotch when my phone, lying on the floor near the head of my bed, vibrated. Reaching down, I snatched it up and looked at the screen. There was a message from Eric:
"You awake pal?"
I shivered, wondering why he had texted me and not simply barged into my room. I hastily sent back a reply to confirm that I was awake. His reply came quickly:
"Good boy. Come on over here."
I trembled, not sure I was ready to face whatever I was going to find in his room. What had happened the night before had seemed surreal, a once-in-a-lifetime event that should never be repeated or acknowledged. I knew it was a fool's hope though, that Eric fully intended to keep Clara under his spell and would likely make me watch again, a private audience for his performances. In spite of my misgivings though, I dragged myself from bed and sat up, trying to shake off the sense of fatigue that lingered in my limbs and eyes. I got to my feet, stretched, and left my room to knock softly at Eric's door. A shiver ran down my spine at the anticipation of what I was going to see behind it as Eric's voice called for me to enter.
His bedroom seemed very different now with sunlight streaming in through the blinds, casting everything in a bright glow as opposed to the dim lamp of the night before. At once I saw Eric and Clara in bed with white sheets drawn up to their waists, their naked upper bodies exposed. Eric was propped up on his elbow over Clara, clearly having just broken a kiss. Her eyes went from him to me and she fidgeted, folding her arms over her bare chest. With a hand on her stomach, Eric smiled at me and said cheerfully, "Morning Nathan! How'd you sleep?"
I shrugged, standing awkwardly by the door as I looked at the two of them. Eric grinned at me and said, "Still pretty tired? Sorry I kept you up so late last night. Have a seat."
He gestured at the same chair I'd occupied the previous night, and I hastily took my place again, sitting stiffly as I stared at the bed. Clara hadn't spoken, and had been doing her best to not look towards me at all, and to keep her arms folded over her chest. Eric let his fingers drift over her face, lovingly petting her cheek as he said to me, "Clara and I were just chatting about some of the things we did last night, what her favorite parts were and what she wants to try next. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
Her face bright pink in the light from the window, Clara nodded her head once, pressing her lips together. She was looking at Eric, seeming a little bewildered, but otherwise docile to his will. He gave her a tender smile and said in a gentle but commanding voice, "Why don't you share some of what you told me with Nate, I'm sure he'd love to hear it."
Blushing deeper, Clara mumbled something indistinct, requiring Eric to tut-tut at her and ask her to speak clearly. Taking a trembling breath, my sister murmured:
"I...I liked when you kissed me and...and when you used your...your mouth on me."
Though quiet, the vocal admission of her enjoyment rang loud in my ears. Clara was obviously mortified to admit her feelings in front of me, but Eric was merciless.
"And what else?"
Swallowing, she looked up into his eyes and said in barely a whisper, "I liked when you...umm, held my...my legs up like that."
Eric's voice was imperious as he said, "Tell him how you feel about having sex with me."
She whimpered a little, but at a firm "Clara," from Eric, she breathed out a soft, "I...I like it, it feels good...with you inside me."
"Mmmm, that's a good girl," Eric purred. Rolling over onto her, he held her in a close embrace and engaged her lips in a deep kiss. Clara whimpered again, in docile submission this time rather than reluctance, and I saw her hands, caught between their bodies, opening to touch his chest. Eric ran his fingers through my sister's hair as their lips opened and closed around each other. For several minutes they remained just like that, Eric draped over Clara, her small body tucked under him and pinned down to the bed. Slowly, he adjusted himself, lifting his torso up enough to stretch his arm across her body to her hip, stroking her pale skin until his hand found her legs and crept between them to her mound. I heard her sigh in satisfaction as his fingers entered her, fondling her wet folds as she opened her legs. I saw her shift under the sheets, and though hidden from view I knew she was spreading herself again, mesmerized by his touch.
I felt blood rising to my head, and flushing through my penis. I listened and drank in the sound of Clara's pleasure, her soft mews and sighs, punctuated by little gasps as Eric rubbed tenderly at her clit. My sister's pale skin was pink with excitement as she gave in to the lewd caress of my roommate. Her eyelids fluttered, lashes trembling as she blinked dazedly, sighing into Eric's mouth as he kissed her. They continued like that for a while, until Clara's breathing became more shallow, and the familiar noises of her approaching orgasm could be distinguished.
Eric, however, had other ideas in mind. As Clara began to squirm, wriggling in her anticipation for the ecstatic climax, he pulled away, breaking the kiss and withdrawing his hand from her thighs. She whimpered, not understanding why he had stopped. I didn't either, for that matter. It soon became apparent, however, what his plans were.
Sitting up beside her, Eric coaxed a perturbed and sensory frustrated Clara up beside him. He pulled the sheets away, revealing both of them in full nudity: Eric trim and tanned, his body large and imposing beside the slim, fragile, pale figure of my sister. She wrapped her arms around herself again, tucking one hand between her thighs as she hung her head, her blonde hair shielding her face. It was obvious that though she submitted readily to Eric's touch, she was still far from comfortable being exposed to my view.
"No, no," Eric scolded her, gently taking her wrists and moving her arms to her sides. "He's just your brother, nothing to be embarrassed about. Let him see, he likes seeing his pretty sister. Don't you, Nate?"
