It's hard to keep secrets in a town like this. We're only starting to find that out now -- me and my sister -- now that we have a secret to keep.
Wilderwood is a small town, the kind where you can't walk down the main street without running into someone you know -- someone you went to high school with, or one of your teachers, or a friend of your parents. Everyone knows everyone.
It's a nice place to live. What trouble there is mostly happens out at the edge of town in a few rough spots like Hog Wild, the biker bar out near the highway. The last time anything really bad happened here was before I was born, when the FBI showed up after a body was found in the forest. That was twenty years ago, and The Hook Man is still part of the town's urban mythology.
It's even harder for us than it would be for most other people. We're Wilderwoods, part of the family that founded the town. Our Dad is a real estate developer and a big deal locally. Our great-uncle owns a lot of the land around here, including Wilderwood Forest, which makes him an even bigger deal.
So we're really visible. For a while in high school my friend Trent even started this thing where he got everyone referring to House Wilderwood, like something out of Game of Thrones. I'm glad he dropped that, especially now that comparisons between the Wilderwoods and the Lannisters are a bit too on close for comfort.
That's our secret - for the last two weeks me and my sister have been fucking each other every chance we get.
= = =
Every chance we get isn't as often as either of us would like. We're both still living at home so we can't sleep together, though Emma has snuck into my room a couple of times in the middle of the night, slipping out again after she's drained me dry like a succubus.
At least like a succubus who texts me first to see if I'm awake (usually) and horny (always.)
Meeting up outside is tricky, seeing as it's all too easy to run into people we know around town. We're still working on ways to get around that.
It doesn't help that we've both got summer jobs now. This does get our parents off our backs, but gives us even less time together. I'm working at Pop! goes the weasel, the comic book shop in town, and Emma has recently started as a chambermaid at the Wilderwood Hotel. It turns out that does have certain advantages, aside from placating our parents, since my sister now access to a pass-key for every unoccupied bedroom in the hotel.
Which is where we are now. It's mid-afternoon but the curtains are drawn and my sister is standing by the bed, dressed in her uniform. The hotel is a big, old fashioned place and the chambermaids wear the classic black and white outfits. It's not exactly how I imagined it in my fantasies -- no lace, lacing or latex -- but it still looks really good on her. She's even pulled her hair back into a pony tail rather than its usual punky-goth explosion.
"Welcome to the Wilderwood Hotel, Sir." She smiles and curtseys. "If there's anything you need..."
I look back at the closed door of the room we're in. "Sis, are you sure noone's going to come in on us?"
Emma bites her lip. "It's cool. Vic has her boyfriend over here all the time."
I want to ask who Vic is, but I get the feeling I'm already screwing up the scene we're playing out, and besides that she's almost certainly another member of the Coven, the town's metal/goth girls who my sister has been hanging out with since she came back from college.
"Okay." I nod. "So uh..."
"Let me take your coat, Sir, " says Emma, walking over to me and easing off my jacket. "You must be so hot in here."
She's using what I can only think of as a variation of her porn-star voice, only this one is soft, breathy and delivered with lowered eyes and a perma-pout. It's sexy... but I'm still having trouble getting into it.
"May I take your shirt, Sir?"
"Uh sure. I mean... yes. You may."
She unbuttons my shirt -- I'm at the Wilderwood so I'm a little more smartly dressed than usual -- and then her hands run down my chest to my waist.
"May I take your belt, Sir?"
"Yes. Do that now, girl."
My sister unbuckles my belt and starts sliding it out through the loops. As she's doing this she looks up at me from under her half closed eyelids...
...and we both start laughing.
"Oh jesus, " Emma says. "This is really not working is it?"
I shake my head, grinning. "Not for a second, Sis."
She drags me over to the bed and pushes me down onto it as she finishes pulling my belt free.
"Sit."
I sit up on the edge of the bed. "Hey, what happened to 'Sir'?"
Emma grins. "Sorry, little brother, but when you said 'Do that now, girl' like that you sounded like Harold."
"Who's Harold?"
"He's the manager of this place. He speaks with this weird fake-british accent."
"I guess I need to work on my Dom voice then, huh?"
"Uh huh, " Emma nods, dropping down onto her knees in front of me and reaching into my pants to wrap her fingers around my cock. "Maybe work on your technique for taking advantage of submissive servant girls too."
"Got it."
"Although, " she runs her fingers up and down my cock, which is properly hard. "From the looks of this the maid's uniform isn't a total loss."
"That's all you, Sis."
Emma smiles and leans over my cock, licking at and around the tip, and I groan a little as I feel her hot breath on the head. "Would Sir like his cock sucked?"
I don't say anything -- not risking the Dom voice right now -- and anyway she knows the answer. Her lips wrap around my cock and she leans down, sucking my length into her mouth like... oh god yes... like my sister.
It's not that I don't like the maid outfit, or the sexy servant act, it's just that as hot as that is it's not nearly as hot as just the fact that my big sister is on her knees with my cock in her mouth and she loves doing this as much as I love her doing it.
Yeah, the room service in this place is pretty great.
Fuck.
I should have used that line.
= = =
A little while later we're both sprawled out on the bed, idly chatting, with the taste of each other on our tongues.
"So what did Mom and Dad say about you switching college?"
My original plan for the fall had been to go to college here in Wilderwood, but now the idea of going upstate, futher from home and closer to my sister, is a lot more appealing. I was a little uneasy about telling Emma that I was already signed up for the local college, but it seemed like the smart thing to do to tell her now.
We don't keep secrets from each other now. From everyone else in town, but not from each other.
"They were pretty unenthusiastic, to be honest. Mom especially."
Emma sighs. "I guess she doesn't want you to fall under the same evil influences that corrupted me, huh?"
