Virgin Gift
Zoey Elliston
My girlfriend, Stefani, held me from behind, her round breasts pressed into my back as I shuddered. The words choked out of my mouth, admitting that I had masturbated this morning to my little brother. The Squirt. I couldn't be attracted to him. I was gay.
Right?
I mean, yes, I once wanted to sleep with my dad, but what girl didn't have a crush on the strong, hunky man who raised her? At eighteen, I had tried to seduce him, and it had backfired. He rejected me, gently, and I fled to my best friend Stefani to cry.
And she showed me who I truly was. She seduced me, made love to me, took my cherry with her fingers. We made such sweet passion. For two years, we had been lovers. Everyone thought we were just close friends. So I couldn't like Clint. He was just my little brother. That annoying boy who swaggered around thinking he was a man. Just because our cousin, Melody, had no taste in men and let Clint stick his small dick in her didn't mean
I
should.
"You masturbated to Clint?" Stefani said, and I could hear the amusement in her voice. "And that has you freaked out?"
"Yes, Dandi," I said, shivering. Dandi, short for Dandelion, was my private nickname for her. Since kids, we had called each other Dandi and Yunie. It was why I had a unicorn tattooed on my pubic mound and Stefani a bright dandelion. "He's my little brother. How can I find Squirt attractive? He's so annoying."
"He's cute," Stefani giggled. "Growing strong. Looks a lot like your dad."
"Dandi," I groaned. "You can't think he's cute."
"Sure I can." Her hand stroked up and cupped my breast. She nuzzled into my neck. "He's always looking at you. Mmm, the way you dress to tease him."
"I don't dress to tease him," I protested. "I just like tight clothing."
"With that sexy cameltoe. Yum. He wants you so bad." She squeezed my large tit. They were almost as big as Mom's. Maybe even the same size. "He wants to cup these big tits and lick that delicious cameltoe."
I squirmed. "What are you saying?"
"That you dress like you're still trying to get your dad to seduce you. You never gave up on it."
"I did. I'm a lesbian now." I rolled over, my large tits pressing into hers, her nipples rings nudging my hard nubs. I stared into her green eyes. "I dress this way for you."
Stefani giggled. "Oh, Zoey, you first dressed like this for your dad. And you still do it. It's been six months since he passed. I think you dress this way for Clint."
"The Squirt?"
"Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "You're not gay, Zoey. You're bi. Like me. Why do you think we work at a strip club?"
"For the money," I blinked. "Because dumb men are stupid enough to shower us with money just hoping we might break the rules and fuck them."
"Because we like their attention. Oh, Yunie, don't you see that? We're exhibitionist. We get off on shaking our tight asses and tits for them. Yeah, we don't want to fuck those men, but we like them staring at us, lusting at us. You are so hot afterward. How late did you keep me up last night? The back seat of your car is cramped."
I blushed. "But... I love you."
"And I love my sweet unicorn." Her nose nuzzled mine then her lips kissed me, a quick peck. "But doesn't mean I don't think about boys. That I wouldn't love to finally fuck one. The right one."
"And who would that be?" My stomach squirmed. I didn't like this conversation at all. "Because I don't want to fuck any boy. Just you."
"And Clint." She arched an eyebrow. "Mmm, he is cute. He's not your dad, but he's getting their. Give him a few more years and, damn, what a man he will make. I bet he would take me so hard. Oh, I am getting so wet just thinking about it."
"You're crazy," I gasped, rolling away from her. "He's Squirt. He's a boy. He's not my dad!"
I froze, shaking, my stomach twisting. He wasn't Dad. He thought he was, but he wasn't. Not even close. No matter what Mom or Stefani or Melody thought. It was just a fluke masturbating to him. I was all confused. I wanted Dad so badly. Tears blinked in my eyes. I shivered.
And then Stefani was hugging me, holding me. I clung to her, crying. Dad was dead. He wasn't coming back. And Clint couldn't replace him. He just couldn't. He was just a boy.
A boy that made Melody scream her head off when she came. A boy that ate her pussy to orgasm and fucked her hard. A boy that had Lee cleaning, behaving. That had Mom singing his praises, saying he was the man of the house. Strong.
He was strong. Handsome, growing into a man. Maybe...
No! He was not Dad. He never would be Dad.
* * *
Clint Elliston
I held Alicia's hand as we walked to school Monday morning. A nervous energy buzzed through me as we strolled down the street to our college. I felt like Alica's daddy taking her to school. She was so cute in her frilly, pink dress, her light-brown hair in her pigtails, glasses perched delicately on her nose, her shoes Mary Janes with ankle socks with a cuff of ruffled lace. Melody, strolling on my other side, wearing her classic jeans and a t-shirt that seemed two sizes too small, hugging her tight to show off her body. She was a tomboy. And outside of our houses, no one could know she was more than my cousin.
They couldn't know she was my half-sister and that I was fucking her. And they definitely couldn't know that I was fucking Alicia.
Lee walked behind us, or sometimes in front, bursting with so much energy as she darted back and forth. I could tell she was excited for her task today. I only wished I could be there to see it in person, but Alicia would record it for the entire family to watch later.
Zoey drove herself to school. She had left early. I saw her heading out, wearing her tightest clothing, her ass looking like a million bucks in her jeans, a cameltoe begging to be devoured, her tits bouncing in her halter top. She took one look at me, doe eyes widening. Then she bolted.
She was definitely coming around. I had to be patient with her. She was too strong-willed to be captured as easily as the other women of the family.
"PE is going to be so much fun," chortled Lee. "Right, Alicia?"
"Oh, yes." She squeezed my hand. "I can't wait. Your phone better have a full charge to capture it, cunt." Alicia was enjoying her ability to insult and degrade Lee.
"It does," Lee nodded, loving being insulted. She got off on degradation. She whipped her cell phone out of her pocket. "It's even off. I hope you can use it."
"Just because I don't own a smart phone doesn't me I don't know how to use one." Alicia glanced up at me, her face so cute. "Don't worry, big brother, I'll immortalize her task."
"Yes," Lee groaned.
Melody bumped her shoulder against me. We had several ways of showing our affection in public. Shoulder bumps, smiles, her punching me in the arm, her licking her lips--I can't do that one sexily. We had been kissing cousins for a while before Friday night when everything had changed.
"School is going to suck," Melody groaned. "I just want to be your girl and let everyone know it." She glanced at me. "Just say it. Tell me to take off my top in the middle of school. I'm not wearing a bra. Let everyone see you command me."
I wanted to, but there would be consequences. Lee might be in a lot of trouble for what I commanded her to do. I didn't want Melody to get in any. But I knew she wanted it. I glanced around, cars streaming by on their morning commute.
"Let me see those tits right now," I told her.
Melody didn't hesitate. She pulled up her blouse, her round tits spilling out, her nipples hardening into two dusky points. She shivered, holding them up for me, letting me drink them in. I squeezed Alicia's hand as I watched. Passing cars honked, getting an eyeful of barely legal tits.
Melody's hips shook. Her sandy-blonde hair, braided, swayed about her back. I had a perfect, side-profile view of her round breasts, so firm and perky, her nipples hard. She could have turned to face me, but then her back would be to the street and no one could see those delicious tits.
"Do you think all the men are jealous that they can't touch these tits, Princess?" I asked, my dick hardening.
"Oh, yes, big brother," nodded Alicia. "Big sister has such beautiful tits."
