Sib Games Ch 08

They say money won't make you happy.

I'm not sure about that. There is a lot you can do with a million pounds. You can reinvent yourself, be whoever you want. New house, new car, new me. With a million pounds, almost anything is possible.

Almost anything.

There are some things you can't change, no matter how much money you have. Mistakes, regrets, memories. All the money in the world won't change the past. Even if it could, I'm not sure I'd want it to.

--

"Finalists, welcome to the concluding round of Sib Games."

The Host spread his arms and held them aloft, as though to address a crowd of spectators. But there were no spectators. At least, none that I could see. We were in a small blank cube of a room. The walls were white and bare, expect for the cameras positioned in each corner winking at us with a dull red light.

In the middle of the room were two beds covered in black satin sheets. Two beds for two pairs of finalists. I shivered and reached for my brother's hand. His fingers entwined with mine, squeezing softly, as we steeled ourselves for the last hurdle.

And all the while, the cameras watched.

"Team 1, Apollo and Riley Jackson. Team 21, Skye and Tim Deller. You have displayed courage, strength, and resilience to overcome the other competitors."

I glanced at Riley, stood six feet away beside her hunky brother, hip cocked and arms crossed confrontationally. An image of sassy defiance, to the last.

"But more importantly than all that; you have embraced the spirit of Sib Games, proving that social taboos are meaningless."

I wanted to rush the bastard. To rip off his mask and smash his lying face into the ground, but the cameras were watching and, somewhere, the cruel goons with their lethal weapons.

"That's not true!" I spat, "we didn't chose to embrace anything! Everything we did was because you forced us. We didn't have any choice!"

The Host turned to face me, his voice cold and mirthless. "Who made you call the number on my business card? You chose to be here, Skye, and you chose to keep playing, to win, and, yes, to enjoy it."

My cheeks burnt but I couldn't deny it. The final game had proven it beyond all doubt. My brother had fucked me to my first orgasm. He'd given me the best fuck of my life.

"And to prove it," the Host continued, "the final game will put your fate in your own hands. The Architect of the games will offer you a simple choice. You can walk away now, without the money, and you will not be inseminated."

"What's the catch?" Tim asked.

"There is no catch. You are free to leave."

On cue, a door slid open automatically behind the Host.

"What's the alternative?" Apollo asked.

"In order to win the prize fund and walk away with one million pounds...you must inseminate your partner, manually."

"You mean..?" I began shakily, my mind racing through the implication of the Host's words.

"To win Sib Games, your brother must breed you."

--

"Ain't no way I'm doing it."

"Stop fooling, sis."

"I'm serious. They can shove the money."

"Bitch, please. You've ALWAYS wanted to be my baby mumma."

Riley planted her feet and stood her ground as Apollo loomed over her. The smug look of self-satisfaction, so familiar on his face, was slowly morphing into an ugly mask of rage as his sister refused him.

"I'm done being your bitch."

Apollo snatched at Riley's hand but she took a step back.

"Tell me you love me," Riley demanded.

"Stop playing."

"Let me hear you say it."

Apollo scowled as his mouth opened wordlessly. Riley smiled and ruefully shook her head.

"You never loved me at all. You only loved that I needed you. But I don't need you anymore. It's over."

"Don't need me? I'm all you've got," Apollo snapped, "you're a grade-A bitch. You don't have anyone else."

For a moment, Riley seemed to shrink. The fiery, confident seductress withered away and was replaced by the dependent little girl who simply wanted her big brother's love and approval. In that moment, I was sure she'd bend over the platform and take her brother's baby batter.

Then Riley caught my eye. Something wordless passed between us. A connection born of our shared night with the V.I.P. An understanding that ran deeper than our rivalry. The moment of weakness passed and the powerful, independent woman inside reemerged.

"I don't need anyone else and I definitely don't need you."

Riley stepped round her brother and strode towards the open door behind the Host.

"Riley!" Apollo's roar fell on deaf ears. "Come back here! You little bitch, come back!"

Riley hesitated on the threshold of the exit and looked back over her shoulder, not at her brother, at me. An impudent grin broke over her face as she winked at me. "Go get him, tiger."

Then she was gone, disappearing into the dark corridor beyond.

"Riley!" Apollo bellowed, as two goons took hold of his arms. "Get your hands off me! Riley! RILEY!"

Apollo shook off the goons but froze when a third pressed the cold, hard barrel of his weapon against his spine.

"Thank you for playing Sib Games," the Host said cooly, "you have been eliminated."

--

The goons shepherded Apollo out of the room and we were left alone with the Host.

"You have five minutes to make your decision," the Host declared, before turning on his heel and following his minions out of the room.

Apollos hollering faded and an oppressive silence fell over the room. I could feel Tim's presence beside me but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. If I looked at him, it would be real.

"Do you remember what you said to me on the underground station," Tim's voice was low and quiet, "when the businessman asked us to kiss?"

My mind raced back to the fateful night that had started all this.

"It's just a game," I said softly, repeating my words that night.

"It's not a game anymore, Skye." I turned and looked into my brother's shining eyes. "If we do this, there's no turning back."

"Did you mean what you said yesterday," I asked, "that with Amber it was only lust?"

"That's all it was."

"And with me?"

"I...I love you, Skye."

--

6 MONTHS LATER

AMBER

Fuck Hallmark. A gazillion tacky Christmas films have sold the dream of a Holiday season that doesn't exist. It's bullshit. In real life, there are no happy endings. Definitely not in our family. Definitely not this year.

Here are the facts.

Six months ago my sister, Skye, disappeared. Poof. Now you see her, now you don't. Alacazam! Which was a real ball ache for me, a bad week made worse when Tim, my brother, went A.W.O.L too. That's twins for you. Double the trouble.

Police reports, hysterical parents, missing posters. The full works. Then princess perfect walked through the front door like nothing ever happened. Mom and Dad were so grateful to see her that they fell for her feeble story, hook, line, and sinker. But I wasn't going to swallow it.

That's the thing with me, I always need answers. My therapist says it's about control. An older sibling thing.

"Where WERE you last summer?"

We were all together under the same roof for Christmas; Mom, Dad, Skye, Tim, and me. The first time since 'The Incident' and I was hunting for answers.

"Amber, fuck off, I need the bathroom."

Skye tried to side-step me but I blocked her path. She looked unusually pallid, a little sweaty, kind of out of sorts, and there had been a strange tension between her and Tim since they'd got home.

"I checked with Tim's pals. They said they never saw you at his university that week. They said they didn't see EITHER of you that week."

"We went camping," Skye said, trying to sidestep round me again, "I've been through this."

"You hate camping. You barely leave Zone 2."

It was a stand off. Skye glared at me, then suddenly blanched, and stifled a retch.

"Fuck. Off!"

Skye barged past me and darted into the bathroom. The door slammed in my face and I heard the lock click. Seconds later I heard my sister heaving into the toilet bowl.

--

Dinner was exactly how I knew it would be. Forced smiles and bad jokes while everyone skirted round the elephant in the room.

"Sounded like a little bit of something came up earlier," I said, smiling sweetly at Skye.

"It was nothing," Skye muttered, pushing her food her around her plate.

"Feeling okay?" I pressed, ignoring the warning glance Mom shot at me.

"I'm good," Skye snapped, "how about you? Why don't you tell us all how you're doing, huh? Make it about you. Like you always do."

"Skye!" Mom gasped.

At that moment Tim walked into the dining room carrying a Christmas pudding. He froze when he sensed the tension between me and Skye. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing," Skye said through gritted teeth.

"Skye's not feeling great," I insisted.

I watched closely as Tim's face suddenly became a mask of concern and his eyes darted to Skye's stomach. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine!"

"Who wants Christmas pud?" Dad asked cheerfully, trying to smooth over the tension.

Skye pushed her half-eaten plate of food away from her. "I'm going out."

"Out?" Mom asked aghast, "it's Christmas Eve."

"I said I'd meet some friends," Skye shrugged.

"What friends?" I asked.

"From school," Tim chimed in, "we won't be late."

"You're going too?" Mom complained.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"No," Skye said firmly.

"It's kind of a small thing," Tim explained hurriedly, "close friends only."

"I didn't know you two had a lot of friends in common."

Tim smiled nervously. "Like I said, there's only a few of us."

"I could give you a lift," Dad offered, "where are you going?"

"We can take the tube, it's...it's not far," Tim stammered. "Besides, you've had a drink now. We'll take the tube."

"Please don't be late," Mom appealed, "we're hardly ever all together anymore. Not since..."

"...since Skye and Tim disappeared?" I finished.

"Amber..." Dad warned, suddenly stern.

"Are we all supposed to just pretend it never happened?" I asked, exasperated, "come on!"

"We went camping..." Tim offered weakly.

"Right, I forgot, you both suddenly remembered your passion for the great outdoors. And what about Skye's tuition fees for next year? You work, sorry, worked, in a pub, for fuck's sake. How are you paying for that?"

Skye glared at me and shrugged. "I got a grant."

"Uhuh. With that big ole brain of yours?"

"Screw you."

"Don't swear at your sister," Dad chided.

"Tell her not to be such a busybody and mind her own business."

"It's not just me," I continued, "we all want to know what really happened last summer."

"Drop it, Amber." Dad cautioned.

"Let's just have a nice Christmas," Mom implored, "please let's get along."

Skye glared at me for a moment longer, then huffed out of the room. Tim smiled apologetically at us all and followed after her, calling over his shoulder, "we won't be late."

--

It's easier than you'd think, tailing someone on the Underground. Especially on Christmas Eve. There's plenty of drunk revellers so it's easy to merge into the crowd. Throw on a Christmas hat and you're practically invisible. I rode the carriage next to Skye and Tim's, leaning out of the doors at each station to check if they disembark the train.

They rode it all the way to London Bridge. We emerged from the underground into a thick soup of fog. I followed their silhouettes to the river, tracking them at a distance, until they reached a steamy pub and disappeared inside.

Maybe they were meeting friends. Maybe I'd got it all wrong. One way or another, I had to know.

I waited until a small group emerged from the fog and hugged close behind them as they entered the pub. It was a low-ceilinged, Elizabethan place. Roaring fires, dark wood, plenty of discrete nooks. I ordered at the bar while I scanned the pub in the mirrors behind the barman.

At first, I thought they'd slipped out a back door. If it hadn't been for the beautiful brunette, I would have missed them completely. She entered the pub on the arm of a silver-fox at least twenty years her senior. Despite the age gap, they were a beautiful couple. Certainly caught my eye.

The brunette had the figure of a glamour model; all curves and legs. And a bump in her stomach that she cradled with one arm as she looked around the pub.

"Ellie!" I heard my sister call, "we're over here!"

I followed the couple with my eyes as they weaved their way through the punters to a hidden booth in the back of the pub. I paid for my drink and discretely took a seat on the booth next to theirs.

"You look...amazing. It really suits you." I recognised my sister's voice.

"Thanks. So do you!"

"Christmas sweaters are good for one thing at least."

"Please, I bet you're still tiny under there. I'd kill to be skinny like you."

Who was this girl and how did she know what my sister looked like without her clothes on?

Then Tim spoke up. "How have you been, Larry?"

"Good, y'know, all things considered. It took a little getting used to."

"But we're excited," the girl called Ellie jumped in, "we're living together now."

"Just like old times," the man called Larry laughed anxiously, "like when you were a kid."

"Only we share a bed now," Ellie said happily.

Before I could puzzle out the statement, a dorky young man stumbled into my chair.

"Yikes, s...sorry, Miss," he said, before his heavily pregnant girlfriend pulled him away.

"Be careful, Dwight," she said, leading him to the booth next door, "you need to be less clumsy when the little ones are here."

"Lisa!" It was my sister again, greeting the new couple. "Did you say little ONES?"

"Twins," Lisa confirmed, "turns out Dwight's got strong swimmers."

"Hardly a surprise," Ellie laughed, "given the size of your brother's package, you're lucky it's not triplets!"

Brother? The brunette must have been mistaken. But then again, the new couple did look awfully similar.

"Is Akari coming?"

"I haven't heard from her since her Grandpa passed," Skye said sadly, "she took it pretty hard."

"We're kind of in a rush," my brother said, "let's get started."

There was a blur of movement nearby and a piercing scream cut through the cheerful hubbub in the pub.

"Aiiiii!" Shrieked a tiny, pregnant Asian girl with cute piggy tails as she bundled past me and joined the booth beside mine. "Wait for me!"

"Akari!"

"Sorry I'm late but, you know, baby stuff."

There was a chorus of sympathetic noises before the nerdy boy tentatively said, "sorry about your Grandpa."

"Yeah," Akari said softly, "he's gone but, kinda not, if you get what I mean. There's a part of him still with me."

There was a lull in the conversation and then Akari continued chirpily, "so, how about the money? Have you got it?"

"Every penny," Skye said.

"You didn't spend any?" Lisa asked.

"It wasn't ours to spend," Tim said, "not yet."

"A million pounds," Ellie whistled, "what does that even look like?"

"It's not cash, silly," my sister laughed, "it's in a Swiss account."

The pub seemed to spin around me as I struggled to make sense of the conversation. My sister had a million pounds in a Swiss bank account? It had to be some kind of a prank.

"Enter your details," Tim instructed, "one at a time. We'll make the transfer now."

"It's actually real. You did it," Larry said, "you beat Sib Games."

"You beat Apollo," Ellie added, "how did you do it?"

"Tell us," Akari pressed, "what was the final game?"

--

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

SKYE

"I... I love you, Skye."

I took my brother's hands in mine, forgetting for a moment the cameras broadcasting us to...to who? The V.I.P's? The architect of the games? The world?

"A million pounds is a lot of money, Tim, but it can't change everything. If you regret this..."

"I won't," Tim cut in firmly.

"If you regret this," I continued, "all the money in the world won't make you forget...forget that you put a baby in your little sister."

Suddenly I was in my brother's arms, his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me. Just like he did all that time ago in the underground station. It was a passionate, reckless kiss. It told me all I needed to know.

"Get on the bed," I said breathily, breaking off our kiss.

My brother dropped onto the satin sheets. I pushed him onto his back and swiftly pulled off his silk boxer shorts. Taking his half-hard cock in my hand, I looked into his eyes, and guided it into my mouth.

A thought struck me and I laughed around my brother's cock.

"You know, it's not good for a guys ego to laugh."

"Sorry," I said, lazily stroking Tim's thickening shaft, "it's just that, after everything we've been through, everything that's happened, this is the first time I've tasted...my brother's cock."

"And?"

In response, I bobbed my head onto his turgid member again, sucking and licking on his cock-popsicle like it was the tastiest thing in the world. Which it kind of is. When I felt like Tim was at full mast, I climbed onto the bed, knelt over him, and pulled the silk nightie over my head. Tim's eyes were like saucers, absorbing every inch of my body as I reached between us and angled his cock at my soaked pussy.

"Last chance," I said huskily, "there's no going back."

"I don't want to go back," Tim thrust his hips upward and his swollen glans nudged against my opening, "Not now, not ever."

"Tim..." I moaned, dropping onto his cock and instantly feeling myself stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. Inch by perfect inch, I impaled myself on his cock until my brother was fully sheathed inside me.

"Jesus, Skye..."

"I know...just...just gimme a moment..."

Tim groaned as I gently rolled my hips in tight circles, slowly acclimatising to my brother's cock as I ground my throbbing clit on his pubic bone.

It was good. So good. But I needed more. Shifting my feet beneath me so I was squatting on top of my brother, I slowly lifted myself off his shaft until only the tip was resting inside me. We both gazed between my legs at our incestuous union. Tim's cock was covered in a thick sheen of juice that dribbled down to his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

As we watched, my brother's cock twitched. I felt the tip expand inside me and a short squirt of hot, wet fluid spurted into my fertile pussy.

"Did you..?"

"No," Tim growled, "but I don't know how long I can last."

"It's okay," I said, running my fingers around his blazing cock to coax more lubricating pre-cum from it, "I want it. I always have. I want every drop. I want to be your cum-slut sister. Unngh!"

I sunk onto my brother's cock again, pausing only momentarily with him encased in my buttery channel before I lifted myself off him.

"Perfect, Skye. Keep...fucking me like this. Keep...milking my cock...with that perfect pussy...make me...unghh...cum."

"Me too...I'm dripping, Tim. I'm close. Fuck me, big brother...fill me up...please."

Tim's hands were on my ass, squeezing my pert cheeks as he lifted me off his cock and drove me back onto it. We fucked shamelessly, wantonly, oblivious to the cameras and our invisible audience. The room echoed with the wet slap of my brother bottoming out inside me.

"It's...happening...I can't...hold it..."

"Oh god...Tim...do it..."

Tim was ploughing into me, meeting my downward motion with powerful thrusts that drove his leaking glans against my cervix.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck me, brother...breed your slutty sister!"

"YES!"

Tim held me against him, driving himself deeper than ever before, as his climax peaked. I felt every spurting wave of hot spunk shooting point-blank against my needy cervix and it drove me to my own earth-shattering orgasm.

"Tiiiimmmmm..." I mewled, alarmed at the intensity of an orgasm that made me quiver uncontrollably on my brother, who emptied every drop of his colossal load into my fertile womb.