Disclaimer: All characters are written to be over 18.
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I walked into my room and slammed the door after yet another argument with my older sister, Angeline. Everyone called her Angel, for short, but she was far from it. She was more like a succubus, if we're to apply such creatures to character.
We didn't typically get along, and we couldn't be more different. I was athletic, and was into sports, muscular with brown hair. She was a goth, slim, jet black hair, black lipstick, and usually red, or black eye shadow. Admittedly, she was hot, but I couldn't stand being around her.
Hell, she'd even been featured in a 'Girls Go Naked' video a few months ago. Pretty much everyone I knew had seen it, and unfortunately a few of the guys had conned me into watching it, without telling me my sister was naked in it.
It had a slow reveal, starting with her feet. Her toenails had been painted black, and her skin was very pale. Next, her pussy, which was the stuff of wet dreams; smooth, bare, and hot. Then her pierced navel, the piercing had a centered red jewel. Next was her tits; perfection in motion. C's I wagered. Then came the moment I found out who it was. I was hard from seeing the rest of her, and her face was shown as I drank some beer.
The guys laughed as beer spewed from my mouth, and spilled all over me. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and I couldn't believe they got me to get hard over my own sister. It was a sick prank, at the very least.
The thoughts of that incident always kept coming back to my mind, even as I sat in my room, on the computer, looking at completely different naked babes.
When she and I went to parties, it wasn't uncommon for her to strip on the table, drunk or not. At the last party I ever went to with her, she actually fucked a guy in front of everyone, even me, just to prove she would. I mean, to say that my sister was a slut, would be like saying the sun is dim.
After watching some lesbians go at it on the computer, I shot a load into a tissue, and tossed it in my trash can. I didn't have a girlfriend, not because I couldn't get one, but because my previous one just broke up with me. I wasn't broken up about it, she was kinda like my sister‒ bitchy, insatiable, and hard to please.
"Hey!" Angel pounded on my door. "Get the fuck out here and clean up your goddamn mess."
"It's not my mess to clean up," I said. "You're the one who knocked my tea out of my hand, so you clean it up."
"Fuck that, asshole!" she said. "Get out here and clean it up or I'm calling mom."
"Kiss my ass," I said.
She banged on the door again. "Get the fuck out here now!"
"Get bent... again," I said.
I heard her storm off and slam her bedroom door. This was typical for us; she'd do something, blame me for it, and expect me to fix it. Fuck that bullshit.
I didn't much care for having to live in the same house as her, but I couldn't afford a place of my own. For that matter, neither could she. At one point, mom had told us that we should get an apartment together, and then split the expense. I turned that offer down very quickly, for multiple reasons.
Don't get me wrong, I've never hated my sister, but she was impossible to get along with. Every fucking day, it was always something else with her, another argument, another set of slammed doors, another person to blame for her own mistakes and problems. It's really hard to be patient with someone who can't take responsibility for their own actions.
But that's not this story. Despite my history with Angel, that only plays a part of this story. You see, a few weeks ago, something happened. Something really fucked up... or maybe amazing.
The truth is, I'm still confused about it. I don't know what to think, or how to feel. I don't even know what to make of how it happened. And it didn't stop there. It happened a few more times since then. Let me just start at the beginning...
It was three days before the night in question. I'd just gotten home from a date with my then-girlfriend, and things weren't all that great between us. She didn't like the fact that I was hanging out with any other chicks, and she accused me of cheating on her, which was a common thing, nearly weekly in fact. I was tired of the accusations, and I was sick of being loyal to someone who didn't trust me. Sadly, that played a role in what happened, however small a role that was.
I came in and locked up the doors. It wasn't late, close to around eight o'clock. The argument that resulted from her accusations had ruined the night, and I didn't want to have to deal with anything else, either. Mom and dad were home, watching TV.
I went up to my room and closed the door. Most of our house was fairly soundproof, that is to say that the walls were insulated very well, except for the wall between my room, and Angel's. Sometimes I could hear her talking on her phone, or watching TV, but tonight it was something different. I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, but it was definitely sexual because she was moaning.
I turned my computer on, and got onto one of the porn sites I frequented. The chat room I always checked wasn't full by any means, just a handful of people talking in it. I made my way to the video section, where numerous new uploads had been posted since I was on last. It was to be expected, it was a porn site, after all.
One in particular caught my eye. The thumbnail was a close-up of some chick's pussy. She looked really tight, so I clicked on the video, which started off with her rubbing her clit. I couldn't see her face at all, but she had on black fingernail polish. I wondered if she might be a goth.
Goths were always a turn-on for me, despite my sister being one. I can't explain what about them was always such a turn-on, their attitude, their black makeup, their interest in all things dark. All I knew was they were hot, and I wanted my own goth girl.
One of the girl's fingers parted her pussy lips before disappearing into her, then reemerging again before dipping in a second time. This went on for a few minutes before she inserted a second finger. The whole video so far was so soft, and gentle, even peaceful. The only hint of who she was, came from the little whimpers mixed in with the act.
Her fingers again emerged, and she spread them to show the thick, clear, sticky juices she was producing, then pushed them back in. Her motion started to speed up, sloshing sounds followed, along with a moan that she tried to hold back.
After a few seconds, I heard another moan from Angel's room. Then a moan from the video, followed by another moan from Angel, as if she could hear my computer, and was competing with it. Or at the very least, trying to annoy me while I get off.
My hand cramped up, and I had to stop jerking off just as fluid started gushing out of the girl's pussy. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and I watched as it pulsated. Her legs closed as her body jerked. I could hear her panting as the video ended.
Angel's moans became more rigorous for a few moments, then finally stopped. I knew she'd came, and I felt strange knowing that I just heard my sister get off. Not disgusted, but something else. I finished jerking off, and shot my load onto the carpet under my desk, then went to bed.
The next day started like any other. I got up, ate breakfast, went to work for the half-days I usually worked, and came home just after noon. Mom and dad were never home until the evening.
When I got home, I strode into my room, and found Angel on my computer.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I snapped.
"Had to get online for a few minutes," she said.
"Something wrong with your fucking phone?" I said. "I have to change my clothes."
"Go ahead, I'm not stopping you," she said.
"You gonna get out, so I can?"
"Fine, Jesus," she huffed. "You act like getting naked in front of me is a big deal or something."
"And you don't think it is?" I said.
She stood, and simply glided past me with a reserved, but delighted look on her face. I turned to watch her go out the door, and noticed the sway in her step. Her camo cargo pants hugged her hips, and outlined her perfect ass. I caught myself admiring her ass, and closed the door.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I asked myself. "Checking out my own sister's ass...? Jesus..."
I shook my head, disappointed in myself as I changed into some comfortable cloth shorts and a t-shirt. I sat down in front of my computer, brought up the browser, and went to check my bank balance. As often as I could, I would push back money to try to afford a place, but it didn't look like I would be going anywhere soon.
I went to the kitchen to get something to eat, content in letting the whole issue fade back to the back of my mind. I didn't want to deal with finances while I had lunch‒
"So," Angel snuck up on me. "How long have you had a hard-on for goth girls?"
"What makes you think I have a hard-on for goth girls?" I said.
"Saw your porn stash on your computer," she said. "I know at least one goth girl who would definitely go all the way with you, if you want."
"So now you're looking through my shit?" I shook my head. I was annoyed by her on a regular basis, but then I had to deal with her sticking her nose in my business.
"So, you wanna hook up with that chick I was referring to?" she said.
"As tempting as it is, I have to say no," I said. "At the moment, I still have a girlfriend, and even though she pisses me off with her accusations, I still wanna work it out with her."
Angel scoffed. "Oh, please. If she gave a shit about your feelings, she'd shut the fuck up already. I swear I wanna punch that bitch, every single time I hear about her talking to you like she does."
I turned to face Angel, who was in full makeup for some reason; black lipstick, red eyeshadow, you name it. Like she was trying to impress someone.
"Why are you suddenly being nice to me?" I asked.
"I have to have a reason to get along with my younger brother?" she said.
"Considering you're usually being a complete bitch, yeah," I said.
"Right," she huffed. "As if you aren't usually a complete asshole. Can't we just, I don't know... get along for one day? Might be worth it."
I went back to making my lunch. "Worth it? How?"
"Well... we could talk about stuff," she said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"I dunno, like, secret stuff... maybe?" she said.
"Secret stuff?" I raised an eyebrow at the thought.
"Yeah, like, stuff you wouldn't tell anyone," she said.
"Okay, so wait, in this scenario, you want me to tell you stuff that I wouldn't tell anyone? You remember we don't usually get along, right? What's going to stop you from telling other people the second you get pissed off?" I said.
"I'll tell you something secret, too," she said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Yeah, nice try. If you want to know, then come to my room when you're done eating," she said.
"Okay."
She strode off to her room, while I finished making my lunch. I wasn't sure if the whole thing was her way of trapping me in a situation, but I sure as hell wasn't going to reveal anything secret to her. At least, not unless her secrets were damned good.
After I finished my lunch, I knocked on Angel's door.
"Come in," she said.
I opened the door, and walked in, then closed it behind me.
"So," I said. "Where do we start?"
