Continuation of Dorian's Deal. Apparently, he hasn't learned his lesson yet.
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"God dammit," Dorian said, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes.
He'd woken in the middle of the night, in the middle of a sexy dream, and hadn't been able to finish it. Why did every fantasy dream have to end with the woman he was having sex with turning and showing him her face, the face of Tatiana his sister?
"It's all your goddamn fault," he muttered, shaking his fist at the sky, where the succubus could not possibly be. But it felt weird to shake his fist at the floor for some reason. What was weirder was the silent game of chicken he was engaged in with his sister. Ever since he'd snuck into her room and stuck his finger in her pussy and she'd come on him with a pillow over her face, and he'd then gone back to his room and jerked off with that same hand, she'd taken to staring intensely at him every time they were in the same room. He avoided her gaze, but she hadn't let up, and he knew something was going to have to give eventually. Today, he decided, he'd do something about it. But first, he needed to nut like crazy. He turned on his side, facing the wall, and pulled up an erotica site on his phone. Try as he might, he couldn't help looking in the incest section once again. He'd turn the porn on, except he didn't want any noise, and he just couldn't watch with the sound off. Several pages into a filthy daddy-daughter story, he was touching himself when he clicked the power button on the phone and turned over, looking for the source of some noise.
"The fuck...?"
Nothing, his door was closed. Not locked... but closed. He let out a deep breath; he was getting paranoid. He turned back on his side and lay there, finally falling asleep again.
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"Alright, goddammit. Enough's enough."
Dorian was twenty-three, and old enough to buy liquor. He drove to the state-run liquor store after work one day, and bought a bottle of Smirnoff vodka, and some flavor shots to make it look reasonably like he was going to be mixing drinks. And he might try that, but the plan was simpler for now. The federal holiday came, and their parents were hosting a barbecue. Everything else went like normal but, anticipating that Tatiana was going to be up to her usual weirdness, he poured some of the vodka into an old medicine bottle and carried it with him, until he got a chance to spike her drink. With people all over the house and the backyard, it took awhile, but he finally saw his chance when his sister got caught up in a rousing comparison of Loki memes. One spike, and then a "refill" after she'd gotten another cup of punch, and then he made one final round before going to the restroom. He'd planned on waiting until everyone left, and the cleanup was done to corner her and start laying in with questions, but this was quickly interrupted when he went to the restroom. He did his business, and just as he was washing his hands, his sister opened the door.
"Hey, someone's in here, dweeb!" he said.
"Well, now there's TWO someones in here," she said pointedly.
"What the hell is wrong with you, get out-"
"Oh come on, I've been waiting to catch you alone like this, with mom and dad distracted," she said, barring the doorway with her body and closing the door behind her.
"I swear I locked that door," he said.
"You might have," she said, twirling the little indoor-knob key that their parents kept on the top of the doorframe, just in case.
"Alright... you know what? Fine. I was meaning to wait until everyone left to do this, but since you're doing this, I'm gonna call it out right now. You've been really goddamn weird lately."
"What do you meeeeean?" she said, almost slurring a little, leaning forward and letting him catch a small glimpse of her cleavage.
"I mean creepy-staring at me all the time. Every time we're in the same room, you're always staring right at me, never smiling, like you're glaring almost. It's strange, even for you. Every single day, the last twelve days-"
"Well gee, I wonder what happened twelve days ago that might have changed something between us."
"Wh- what are you talking about?"
But he was busted, and he knew it. He knew the number of days, and he knew what happened, and she knew that if he didn't, he wouldn't have been so sure about the exact number.
"Dorian, I'm not crazy. You don't just hallucinate your brother coming into your room and finger-fucking you after your parents complain about the noise when you throw your vibrator at the door because the fucking batteries decided to die at the wrong moment. Especially when it was the best orgasm I ever had, that you gave me."
The world tilted on its axis; although none of the people chattering out in the house seemed to notice, Dorian put a hand on the wall to steady himself.
"Look... alright, it was a mistake, I admit it. It was messed up, and I shouldn't have done it. It was a dare! I swear I'll never-"
"A dare? Really? That's what we're going with?" Tatiana backed him into a corner of the bathroom. "You snap a grainy picture of your sister on the toilet, on a dare. You record her singing in the shower, on a dare. You pour a glass of water on her white shirt in front of the guys, on a dare. You don't goddamn stick your finger in her and put a hand over her mouth and bring her off into a fucking geyser, on a random-ass dare!"
"It was... from the internet. 4chan."
She scoffed, looking disgusted. "Typical spineless weaksauce. I should have known it was too good to be true."
"What... exactly were you expecting to have happen here?" Dorian said after a long pause.
"Nevermind, you're clearly just a worthless scripture-whipped coward like all the other men in this state."
"You take that back!"
"Bite me, coward. I bet you can't even sink your teeth in, it's too edgy for you. You really are worthless, you clearly don't have what I want after all. I can't believe you got all the shitty genes in the family."
The insult spurred him to action, and he grabbed her as she turned to the door to leave, and spun her around back against the wall. "What- do- you- want," he ground through gritted teeth.
"What every girl wants when she really feels like a guy likes her. I wanted to *make out*."
Her head slumped forward in disappointment, lip quivering with what Dorian had seen often enough to recognize as the beginning of her ugly-cry tears when she'd been punished for various infractions over the years, particularly getting her phone taken away. This was a disaster waiting to happen; Tatiana was not known for being a good liar, and if her inhibitions were lowered with all the alcohol, and people asked her why she was crying- there was only one way out of this. She had to get what she wanted.
Goddamn succubus! Those were the only words in Dorian's head as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She knew this moment was coming, he was sure. The pact was fulfilled, but she still had influence. There were worse prices for getting a hot random woman to go on a date, and get laid afterwards, he told himself dimly: kissing another woman - she was a woman, Dorian couldn't help but notice. She smelled like one, had filled out nicely at the end of her teenage years, especially after she'd gotten serious about trying for a modeling career and had started counting calories and working out. Any man would want to make out with her, but there was just that one fly in the ointment; he was the only man who shouldn't ever get to actually do so. Her eyes traveled up to meet his, slowed with shock and disbelief. Then some part of her brain kicked into gear, and she pulled him closer with her arms around his neck, trying to shove her tongue down his throat. They were both more enthusiastic than experienced about it, but neither of them seemed to care.
After a few minutes someone knocked on the door.
"Hey Tatiana! I saw you go in there a little bit ago, have you seen your brother?" It was one of their parents' friends. "I wanted to tell him let him know about the church fundraiser coming up before he got his schedule all full."
Both of their eyes opened wide, and he stepped back instinctively. He shook his head.
"Uh... uhm, no, I haven't! I'll go find him in a minute."
"Thanks! Don't worry, I'll figure out where he's hiding. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and I know some of them. Haha!"
Dorian swallowed hard, looking her in the face. She got a sly look, and turned to go.
"So, you come here often?" she said, mimicking one of the cheesiest lines they had both made fun of in movies.
