Author's notes:
So far this is a three part story. Chapters in chronological order:
Backseat Ride: Sitting on Son's Lap
Backseat Ride: Son's Sex Education
Backseat Ride: Fucking Sister / Mom
All characters are 18+ years old.
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I was eating take out Chinese food with my little sister, at the Straight Outta Goodwill dining room table in my apartment near the college campus, when she dropped a bombshell:
"Could you please pass the hot 'n sour soup?" I asked. " 'Less you're planning to hog it all."
My sister slid the container across the table. "Soo... what's it like, fucking mom?"
I damn near choked on a gristly piece of General Tso's chicken I'd been trying to bite into manageable pieces for the last thirty seconds, then in self-defense spat it out. "Whaat? Fuck's sake, Aleja. Really?"
She gave me a coolly appraising look. "That doesn't sound like a denial. You really oughta avoid high stakes poker games - you suck at lying. 'Specially the part where you almost got killed by a piece of hot dead chicken."
My eyes narrowed, I briefly considered brazening it out and lying my ass off. But, as a high-functioning aspie, I'm bad at lying, and my little sister is almost invariably the smartest person in any given room.
"You're considering brazening it out and doubling down on bullshit," Aleja explained. "That will not end well."
How the fuck does she read my mind like that?
My mind rapidly flashed through prior incidents with Aleja that did not end well. "You mean, like the eating fifteen hot dogs snafu? The hogtied and Wesson oil thing? The jumping off a one story roof to 'win' a one dollar dare fiasco? Sometimes I think you're a fucking sociopath."
"You really oughta consider using honey instead of vinegar here, sir. Again - You. Mom. Fucking. Details!"
"Fine. You gonna tell anyone?"
"Nah. I'm a sweetheart, remember? Why would I do that to my beloved brother?"
I narrowed my eyes, trying to decide whether to list off the reasons in alphabetical or chronological order.
"Main reason," she said, "it's in my best interest to keep your... indiscretions... with your mom quiet." She paused for dramatic effect - not like someone that whipsmart needs more processing time to come up with an answer. "If you cooperate, that is," she said in a disturbingly mild and softspoken voice laden with menace. "Sooo... fucking mom... best parts... GO!"
I slurped hot 'n sour soup, stalling, reluctant to set the precedent of caving to blackmail.
Aleja gave me a 'You're Running Out of Time' look.
"The cunnilingus was super hot. Inhaling her musky scent and teasing her clit, while her thighs were wrapped around my head as she came over and over... mwah!" I gave a French chef's kiss.
Aleja got up and stood close to me, wearing her Fuck Me Red sundress. (Not an actual color name -- the marketing VPs for that brand of dress didn't have the nerve to go big. Called it something like Coral Adore, as I recall. And, yes, it's more than a little fucked up that I researched the color name of a dress my little sister wore. Welcome to AspieWorld. Maybe PervertWorld? Both? Embrace the power of 'and'.)
I realized that the silence had stretched awkwardly long as I went down that mental rabbit hole.
"Show me," my sister said. "Lick my cunt too."
"No -- have you lost your gotdamn mind?"
"Becaaauuuse...?"
"You're my little sister! I'm not gonna have sex with you."
Aleja grabbed my hair and pulled my head down so it was almost touching the dress fabric covering her pubic mound. I caught a tantalizing whiff of her scent, and my traitorous dick stiffened a bit.
She briefly rolled her eyes. "Being a motherfucker is OK with you, but refusing to give a tiny lick to your sister's pussy -- THAT's the hill you wanna die on?"
I momentarily started to get riled up when she called me a motherfucker, but then... oh. Yeah. I literally fucked my mother recently. 'Motherfucker'... so stipulated, counselor.
Aleja shoved my head so my nose would have been pressed up against her pubic mound, if it weren't for the thin intervening layer of her dress and panties.
God, she smells sooo good.
I looked up into her gorgeous green eyes, enjoying the slightly painful submissiveness of having my hair yanked. "Just one little lick, right?".
"Sure," she said, unconvincingly. She lifted her dress. "Pull down my panties."
I tugged down her lacy red panties and squeezed her olive skinned thighs, muscular but overlaid with a soft feminine layer of fat, making them oh so sexy to the touch. I nuzzled her trimmed pubic hair with my lips, teasing her, still gazing up into her eyes. "You look so much like mom."
Her lips quirked in amusement, then she released the hand grabbing my hair to give my cheek a playful slap, but a bit harder than warranted by the circumstances. "You're saying I'm a decrepit old lady in her mid-thirties?"