Sib Games Ch 07

Author's Note: This is the penultimate chapter of my Sib Games series (I'd recommend reading the other chapters before you start this one!)

Thanks to PYRONOMICON for the game suggestion.

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"Are you awake?"

I rolled restlessly to face my brother and squeezed his hand beneath the duvet.

"Tim," I repeated, "are you awake?"

My twin brother groaned softly and his eyes opened slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Can't sleep," I mumbled, snuggling against the side of his body, "it hurts."

Tim lifted his arm, freeing me to rest my head on his chest, then draped it over my back. "What hurts?"

"Y'know... IT does. From the last game."

"Oh," Tim said, suddenly sounding more awake, "are you in a lot of pain?"

It had been a few hours since the lights had gone out in the mostly empty dormitory hall but I hadn't slept a wink. The anal exertions of the last challenge had taken their toll on me, making it impossible for me to lie comfortably on my back without my tush protesting with a dull ache.

"Uhuh," I sulked, "Does it always feel this way?"

"It gets... better," Tim said falteringly, "with practice."

"Where did you learn all that...butt stuff?"

"It's not important," Tim said hastily.

Tim's fingers traced the line of my spine through the sheer silk nightie, meandering towards the sensitive hollow at the base of my back before journeying slowly back upwards. Tim's chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath my head, lulling me into a peaceful trance as his touch distracted me from the pain.

"Will you rub it better?" I mumbled into his chest.

"Huh?"

I raised my head and looked pleadingly into my brother's bleary eyes. Somehow I knew that the only chance I had of falling asleep that night was with my brother's help. With a shimmy of my hips, I tugged the nightie up over my waist. "Please, Tim. I need you to rub it better."

"Skye..."

"Just until I fall asleep?"

Tim didn't respond but his fingers skimmed down my back, over the bunched silk around my waist, and grazed the soft mounds below. Hooking a leg over Tim's, I rolled towards him to give him a better reach. His touch was slow and cautious, exploring the soft rise of my milky cheeks before dipping tentatively between them, but his heart betrayed his excitement. It was loud and fast, matching my own.

Each time his fingers delved into my fleshy valley they strayed a little closer to the sensitive skin surrounding my sore hole. Closer, but not close enough.

"A little deeper," I pleaded, "please, Tim."

"I can't reach any further."

Driven by the persistent pain in my rear and fearing Tim would stop the relaxing massage, I rolled onto his chest and swung a leg over his waist.

"Opps!" I giggled, surprised by the solid lump of brother-cock that bumped between my thighs.

"I'm...it's...sorry."

"S'okay," I whispered, shuffling up Tim's torso away from the throbbing tube of flesh beneath his silk boxer shorts, "it's natural. Keep going."

I could sense that Tim was in two minds, torn between the instinct to help his little sister and the taboo of touching her most forbidden of spots. He hesitated, but only for a heartbeat.

Then his arm circled my waist and my entire existence narrowed to the slow journey of Tim's fingers towards my aching asshole. I sighed as his index finger found the puckered rim and began tracing soothing circles around it.

The relief was immediate but friction quickly dried up any lingering remnants of lube from the previous game and Tim's finger caught against my sore hole.

"Wait a sec," I said, reaching back and reluctantly pulling Tim's hand away from my butt.

Tim looked questioningly down at me as I guided his finger to my lips and slipped it into my mouth. Maintaining eye contact, I sucked on my brother's finger, circling it with my tongue.

"Skye..."

A string of saliva connected his finger with my lips as I extracted it from my mouth. I felt something shift between my thighs.

"It'll help."

I released Tim's hand and closed my eyes, silently praying that he would continue his anal ministrations. After what felt like an eon, his spit slick finger tip resumed its blissful orbit around my hole.

"Can I ask you something, Skye?"

"Mmm hmm," I mumbled contently.

"Did you mean what you said back there, in the last game?"

"Dunno," my brother's chest was warm and comfortable, his touch lulling me into a sleepy vulnerability, "what'd I say?"

"Just before you took...took all the toy, don't you remember?"

"Nuh-uh," I reached back and spread my cheeks with both hands, offering myself fully to Tim's titillating finger. "More, please."

"It's getting a little dry again. Can you..."

Taking Tim's hand again, I pushed it lower, to my glistening pussy. "Spread it on my ass."

I barely recognised myself in the depraved, lustful words. But I knew I needed the relief my brother's finger was offering. I shivered as Tim dragged his finger through my wet lips and transferred the slick fluid directly onto my needy asshole. Growing in confidence, Tim massaged my ring firmly and dipped his fingertip into the slightly gaped hole.

"...did you mean it?"

"Huh?"

"When you said you wanted to be...my cum-slut sister?"

I swear my heart stopped beating right then. Had I really said that? Sure, I'd thought it, but thinking something like that and admitting it to your brother are two completely different things. Tim's finger continued circling my rosebud, betraying no sign that what he'd overhead had ruffled him.

"I...I don't remember. There was a lot going on."

Tim scooped more juice from between my thighs and smeared it over my twitching hole.

"That's what I figured. It was just the game."

"Uhuh. Just the game."

"Because you wouldn't actually want that, right?"

Of course I wanted that. To give myself to him whenever, wherever, and however he wanted. To be my brother's free-use cum bucket. I wanted to be his cum-slut sister, just like Riley was for Apollo. But I couldn't tell Tim that. Not yet.

"Yuck," I mumbled, "obviously not."

Tim's chest bounced beneath my head as he chuckled. "Right, I mean, what even IS a cum-slut sister? Where did you come up with that?"

"I dunno!" I moaned, thumping Tim's shoulder, "let's see how clearly you're thinking when your ass is being split in half!"

Tim's finger stopped moving. "You don't think that's the next game, do you?"

"Maybe," I laughed, "have you ever, you know, done that?"

"Eww, Skye, no."

"I just wondered, 'cus you seemed pretty expert with that...stuff."

"I've had...practice."

Becky Matherson, Tim's high-school sweetheart, really didn't seem the type. A butter-wouldn't-melt choir girl with a superiority complex, in my humble opinion.

"Becky always did have a stick up her ass."

"No," Tim laughed, "not Becky. We barely got past first base."

"Figures. Then who?"

"It doesn't matter."

I wiggled on Tim's torso, pretending to get comfortable as I shimmied back towards the lump in his boxer shorts, and was rewarded with a firm nudge against my inner thigh.

"We're really keeping secrets? After all this?"

"Trust me, Skye. You'd rather not know."

"Now I HAVE to know. Who taught you?"

Tim's wandering finger ceased its path around my hole and his voice was suddenly firm. "Just drop it."

"Jesus, Tim. You nutted in your little sister, how much worse can it be?"

"That was an accident. I didn't know it was YOU."

"It wasn't...mom?"

"What? No!"

"Amber?"

Silence. Please, I thought, please don't let it be our big sister.

"Tim," I said, looking into his eyes, "tell me it wasn't Amber."

Tim stared at the ceiling. My stomach dropped.

"Tell me you haven't been screwing our big sister."

Tim's eyes flashed to mine briefly. "We weren't screwing. It wasn't like that."

I lifted myself off Tim's chest and sat on his stomach, tugging my nightie down in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. My cheeks burnt with rage.

"What the hell, Tim?" I whispered sharply, "after all the shit you gave me for forcing you to come here, and you've been fucking our big sister all along!?"

"I told you," Tim finally looked into my eyes, pain and remorse etched on his face, "we weren't fucking. It was only..."

"Anal?"

"No! We just...fooled around a little. It didn't mean anything."

I flopped onto the bed beside Tim and rolled away from him so he wouldn't see my tears. Hugging my knees to my chest, I battled to contain the wave of emotions overwhelming me. My twin brother, the one person I thought would never hurt me, the love of my life, and my big sister. The bunkbed felt like it was spinning beneath me.

"Fuck you, Tim."

--

"...so it's agreed?"

Larry looked round our small circle of survivors, fixing each of us in turn with his firm gaze. Against all the odds, our bunch of misfits and underdogs had made it to the final five teams. Apollo and Riley were the only other team to have made it this far. They sat apart from us, casting occasional sullen glances our way.

I was keeping my distance from Tim, sandwiched between Ellie and Lisa, stubbornly avoiding my brother's searching glances.

"If one of us wins, they'll split the cash with the others," Larry continued, "a quarter of a million pounds for each team."

"It doesn't seem fair that the winner should get the same as the rest," Akari complained.

"None of this is fair," Ellie sighed, "was it fair when you tricked Skye into swapping that monster butt plug with you?"

I blushed at the sympathetic looks from my friends, rueing that I'd unknowingly given away the smallest plug to Akari and her Grandpa.

"I didn't trick her!" Akari protested.

"Sure," Ellie said, rolling her eyes.

"Let's not argue," Lisa pleaded, "two hundred and fifty thousand is a lot of money."

"We could reopen the shop," Dwight mused, "heck, we could open more branches."

"And it would pay for my new knee. Five times over," Larry agreed.

"We'll all be rich," Ellie said, scowling across the hall at Apollo, "if one of us beats HIM."

"We'll be rich," I said thoughtfully, "but only one of us won't be pregnant."

A heavy silence settled over our group as the reality of our situation sunk in. We could share the winnings but that wouldn't negate the consequences of losing. At least three of the girls in our group would be carrying an incestuous child.

"On second thoughts, maybe it is fair after all," Akari backtracked.

At that moment, the vast hangar doors opened and ten goons emerged carrying black boxes wrapped with electric pink bows. One of the goons stepped forward and addressed our group.

"We sincerely congratulate and commend you for successfully making it this far. You've now become the finalists and we've prepared a special gift for you. Before we reveal the gift, please shower and change into the outfit we've prepared."

--

I pressed my head against the cool tiles and let the water run down my back. Enveloped in the thick steam billowing from the showers, I could almost forget about the women showering around me or the V.I.P's watching with the omnipotent cameras. I tried to clear my mind, to sink into a blissful oblivion of non-self, but my thoughts kept circling back to one thing.

My siblings. Tim and Amber.

All this time I'd fantasied about making Tim mine but my sister had got there first. Older sisters always get everything their way.

How long had it been going on? Did it start when they were still living at home? Were they sneaking around under my nose, screwing in the room next door? Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Skye?"

It was Riley, half hidden in the steam beside me. I tilted my head back into the stream of water to hide my tears but I wasn't quick enough.

"Are you okay?"

"What do you care?"

Riley cocked her head sassily, "well, fuck you then."

"Sorry, it's been a rough day. A rough few days, truth be told, and to cap it off my brother..." I trailed off.

"Why am I not surprised? Men are dicks. What's he done?"

I rested my head against the tiles again, "it doesn't matter. I was stupid to think..."

"To think he might feel the same way about you that you feel about him?"

I turned my head to face the dark-skinned beauty. How did this stranger, who had been my enemy only days ago, understand me better than I understood myself? I nodded.

"Take it from me, sister. It won't ever be enough. You can give all of yourself to them and they'll still want more."

Riley's words struck home, connecting with a primal fear that I'd been hiding from all my life. Maybe my twin didn't love me like I loved him. Maybe he never would.

"What about Apollo?"

"Bitch please. If there's one silver lining of this place it's that it made me see the light. Apollo don't love me. He doesn't even love my pussy. He loves the power he has over me. So now I HAVE to win 'cus the thought of having his baby..."

Despite the heat, Riley shuddered. "You know the funny thing is, I used to dream of carrying his children. Now it scares the shit out of me."

A looming dread washed over me. There were only two ways out of this hell hole. Carrying a million pounds in cash or carrying my brother's baby. And the odds weren't in my favour.

--

The dormitory was bathed in flickering candlelight when we returned to the hall dressed in matching black ballgowns. Unsurprisingly, the sinister forces behind the game had each of our measurements and the clothes fit us perfectly. Even Lisa, with her gangly limbs and bottle top glasses, looked elegant.

A mahogany table, forty foot long, was laid with silver cutlery and fine linen napkins. As we warily inspected the new arrangement, our partners emerged from the men's shower room wearing sharply fitted tuxedos.

My heart skipped when I spotted Tim, looking as handsome as I'd ever seen him, before the pit of anger in my stomach flared up inside me.

"Please take your seat," a voice said softly over the P.A system, "Dinner is served."

I found my name, written in neat cursive handwriting, on a place tag. A goon appeared out of the gloom behind the spill of candlelight and pulled the chair away from the table for me. To my left was Larry, to my right was Dwight, and immediately opposite was Tim. I stubbornly avoided my brother's gaze and turned to Dwight.

"You look very handsome tonight, Dwight."

"Gee, thanks. You look," Dwight gulped, "splendid."

Dwight jumped as Lisa launched a sharp kick at him under the table. "Stop flirting with Skye!"

Before Dwight could defend himself, the goons returned baring silver cloches which they placed before each of us and uncovered in unison to reveal plates of oysters on a bed of ice.

"Oysters!" Akari squealed, clapping her hands.

"Apparently they're an aphrodisiac," Dwight said.

"I don't like where this is heading," Larry muttered darkly.

--

Despite Larry's foreboding, the meal passed without any sadistic sexual twists, though each course heavily features ingredients of an aphrodisiac nature. Red wine flowed and we gradually eased off, almost forgetting that we were prisoners as we enjoyed each other's company. Only Apollo kept himself aloof and silent at the head of the table.

The remnants of chocolate covered strawberries were removed from the table and a goon stepped out of the darkness to address us.

"Tonight you will be given private lodgings with your partner. Please rise."

As a goon led us in our pairs through a subterranean corridor, Tim reached for my hand. I flinched from his touch and stared at the back of Ellie's head, unwilling to acknowledge my brother's presence.

"Skye..."

The pain in his voice hit me like a bucket of cold water. I nearly cracked then. Nearly. But it was nothing compared to the pain I felt inside. Holding my chin high, I ignored Tim as we were led to our room for the night.

The goon opened a black door and guided my brother and I inside. The bedroom was similar to the one the V.I.P had interrogated me and Riley in: a four-poster emperor bed; a vast picture window overlooking the moonlit valley; a free-standing bath tub big enough for two. The door closed behind us and locked from the outside with soft click.

"Skye..." Tim began.

I shrugged the straps of the gown off my shoulders. It slipped from my body and I stepped out of it towards the bath.

"I'm taking a bath," I said without looking at him, "you can use it after me. Or not. Whatever."

--

Try as I might, I couldn't stop imagining my brother and Amber. One way or another, I had to know.

"Come over here," I ordered.

Tim had been sprawled over an armchair, gazing out over the valley, but he nearly fell out of it in his haste to obey. Despite myself, I smiled.

"Are you ready to talk?" Tim asked, sitting on the lip of the bathtub.

I sunk a little lower in the water, hiding my naked body beneath a thick covering of bubbles. "I'm ready to listen. You're going to do the talking."

"Skye..."

"No," I cut him off sharply, "if you want to start making this right, if you ever felt anything for me at all, then I need to know. I need to know all of it."

Tim pulled off his bowtie and unfasten the top buttons on his shirt. "Okay."

"Start at the beginning. I want to how it began."

Tim closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Do you remember the summer when Dad built the sauna in the back yard? Amber was back home from university."

Water sloshed out of the tub as I sat forward indignantly, "It's been going on for three YEARS?!"

"Do you want to know or not?"

Scowling, I sunk back into the water. "Go on."

"I'd been out for beers with the guys. It was late, like past curfew late, so I thought I'd sneak in through the back door. But I noticed the lights were on in the sauna so I went down there to take a look, you know, incase someone had left them on."

"Dad was always forgetting to turn them off."

"Exactly. Anyway, I was like halfway down the garden when I saw a shadow moving around inside. I nearly turned back - I didn't want to stumble on Dad butt naked in there - but then I heard it."

"Heard what?"

"Moaning. Like, sexual moaning. And I recognised the voice."

"Amber."

Tim closed his eyes and nodded. "I swear I'd never thought of her that way before, I swear it, but for some reason I...I had to see."

I crossed my arms over my chest and sunk deeper under the water. Of course he wanted to see our perfect older sister in the nude.

"I...I'm not proud of it...but I crept up to the side window and...and looked inside."

"Keep going."

"Amber was kneeling on a towel on the bottom bench, bent over the top one, with her back to the window. She...she wasn't wearing anything."

"Not even a towel?"

"Nothing."

"Bet you loved that view, didn't you?"

Tim ignored my jibe and continued, "She was reaching back and...and touching her..."

"Her pussy?" I spat.

Tim shook his head. "She was touching herself like I was touching you last night."

"She was fingering her asshole? Little slut."

"But it wasn't...she couldn't...her fingers wouldn't fit in THERE. I could see she was struggling. That's when it happened; I tripped, face planted the window, hell of a bang. Amber damn near fell off the bench."

A wry smile crossed Tim's lips as he remembered the moment. Then he caught the look of cold fury on my face and his amusement passed.

"I didn't know whether to run, hide, or stay put. Amber made up my mind for me. The sauna door opened and I heard her telling me to come inside."

"In your clothes?" I asked.

Tim shook his head, "I put on one of Dad's robes and went in. Felt like I was being hauled in front of the headmaster. Amber had wrapped a towel round herself and was sitting on the top bench with this weird look on her face."

"Was she mad?"

"Not exactly. More like, I guess, like I was a particularly tricky puzzle for her to solve. I felt...examined."