I woke the next morning with Erik’s arms wrapped around me. It felt kind of good, actually. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but none that I’d actually spent the night with, so this was a first. There was something comforting about the fact that he was there, behind me, in case I needed him.
The moment was only slightly ruined by the fact that I could feel his morning stiffness between my butt cheeks. Apparently, he’d managed to work his way up my skirt during the night. I decided to have a little fun with him.
“Hey there tiger.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. I wiggled myself against him, driving him further between my legs. He hardened in response to my attention, and I smiled. Something about the fact that he found me enticing just made me feel really happy.
Rolling around to face my brother, I looked into his eyes. They were warm and inviting, and he seemed to be searching my face, curious about my reaction to his morning wood.
I reached down and cupped him with my hand as I smiled. I wanted to make sure that he knew I was completely fine with the circumstances.
“How about I give you a little morning TLC?” I stroked up his length through his boxers.
“Uh, sure. What did you have in mind?”
I slipped out of the bed. “Well, we don’t have time for the full deal, since I have work and all. I was thinking just a quick lick. That all right with you?” I wiggled my ass at him, and watched as his head swayed back and forth, following the motion of my skirt.
He smiled and nodded his head, shifting so that the covers were out of the way.
I straightened my tank top, since it had shifted a bit during sleep, before moving to settle myself between his legs. Getting access to him was easy, since his boxers were loose and moved easily out of the way. I didn’t even need to work him to get him ready, since he was clearly in the mood.
If Erik’s nervousness yesterday had been any indication, it was his first time having sex. A couple of my past boyfriends and I had fooled around, so it hadn’t been my first. I’d dumped both of them within a few times though, because it quickly became all they thought or asked about. I was pretty sure Erik would be different. He didn’t seem the type to obsess.
Yesterday also hadn’t been the first time I’d had a guy in my mouth. I considered myself pretty skilled, so I was happy to have a chance to show my brother how good I could be. I’d cut things short because I’d been really in the mood, but I’d gotten more than a few compliments on my technique.
I probed a few times, trying to find out where he was most sensitive. The underside was usually a safe bet, but the side, which had driven my last boyfriend wild, hadn’t gotten the same response out of Erik. I flicked my tongue along the exact middle of his underside, and he shivered in response.
I made a mental note of the location, and then moved on, wanting to continue exploring. Flicking my tongue over his tip got the usual reaction, and I was pretty sure that was a safe bet no matter who my partner was. He seemed to like it when I paid more attention to the top of the tip though, so I filed that away too.
Finally, I took a deep breath and relaxed my throat, getting ready for the main attraction. I leaned forward and slid myself over him, letting his length fill my mouth and poke slightly down my throat. Using my earlier knowledge, I aligned my tongue with the exact bottom of him, wanting to make sure that he got the most attention there. I also hooked my upper lip, so that on the upstrokes, I’d be able to put some pressure on the spot I’d gotten a reaction from on his tip.
Anything worth doing was worth doing well.
It was a favorite saying of my mother’s, and her voice rang in my ears. I was pretty sure that she didn’t have this in mind when she’d said it.
Bobbing my head up and down, I worked up and down my brother’s length, getting the reactions I expected. He didn’t moan, rather he gave off sounds more like a grunt mixed with a whimper. It was clear he enjoyed my attention, and I was happy to know that I could make him feel this way.
I was proud of my body, and was glad to know that Erik enjoyed looking at me. In fact, in some ways the fact that we were siblings made his attraction even more flattering. He found me tempting enough that he was willing to cross the social taboo of us growing up together.
I knew he wasn’t my real brother, but he’d never treated me as anything but his kid sister. I liked the fact that I was going to get to pay him back for taking such good care of me, over the years. He wasn’t the strong, protective type, but I knew he’d had my back on a couple occasions, lying to mom and dad about my being home, or when I’d come in some late nights over the summer.
There were worse guys to sleep with than my brother.
Erik reached down and stroked my cheek, and I leaned into his hand, slightly. I needed to keep my focus to avoid gagging, but I appreciated the affectionate gesture. I hardened my lips into a solid ring, ensuring that I had firm pressure all around him. After a few more lengths up and down, he tapped me on my shoulder.
I knew what the message meant, but I was ok with finishing up like this. I flicked the broadside of my tongue against the underside of him, letting him know I got the message. I also accelerated, since all the guys I’d talked to so far had told me that a little extra was nice when they were about to release.
Sure enough, the motion had the desired effect, and a moment later I felt my brother’s muscles tense before he released into my mouth. I held my breath and pushed down as deep as possible, letting most of his goo flow directly down my throat. Once the bulk of it was done, I relaxed and pulled back, keeping me lips tight to make sure nothing escaped. I swallowed, and finally took a breath through my nose, looking up to see the satisfied expression on his face.
I gave a little cheer within myself for pulling off a perfect game. It felt really important to make sure I did a good job taking care of Erik. We’d probably do this again, but I knew he’d always remember the first time, and so I was really glad that I’d made it something special.
Flicking my tongue over his tip a last couple times, I finished cleaning him, and sat up, him popping gently out of my mouth.
He looked up at me, and gave a thumbs up. I smiled back, not feeling the need to say much of anything.
I looked at the clock, and saw that I needed to get moving if I was going to make it to work. I would have liked to have time for the full deal, since Erik’s premature performance last night had left me a little unfulfilled. Still, work waits for no girl, and I knew he’d be more than willing to give it another go soon.
Tapping my wrist, I stood up next to the bed. He nodded to me, and then closed his eyes and smiled. Apparently, he wanted to enjoy the post release bliss, and I didn’t really blame him.
In some ways, it was nice to know that my efforts were appreciated. I straightened my skirt and made for the door out of his bedroom.
I stood in the shower a few minutes later, letting the hot water cascade down my back. Last night had been a little surreal, all things considered. Erik had walked into my bedroom and drawn me into a big hug. I hadn’t been expecting the affection, but things just sort of clicked and everything worked out. After a couple minutes, he’d hardened, and I realized the effect I had on him.
Turning around, I grabbed the shampoo and started to work it into my hair. I was very proud of my looks, and if Erik and I were going to be having regular nighttime activity, I wanted to be sure I looked my best.
I used to kick myself for being vain, but then I realized that everybody has things they put effort into, and for now, I wanted to put effort into myself. I also took pride in my grades, and the fact that I was working a job at the same time. Looking good on top of it was just an added bonus.
While I would have loved to let myself stay under the warm stream forever, I had the aforementioned job to get to. Working in a diner that specialized in breakfast sucked, because it meant they expected you there way too early. I was the only person I knew at school who actually got up earlier on the weekend than during the week.
I shut off the water and grabbed my towel, wiping off most of the water that still clung to me. Wrapping my first towel around my torso, I grabbed another for my hair. Modesty covered, I scampered to my bedroom to get dressed.
The place I worked was going for a bit of a retro feel, so the uniform was a little old fashioned, but I was pretty sure I pulled it off. Button down shirt, sweater vest, black pants, comfortable dress shoes. It could be a lot worse.
I only took a couple minutes to get dressed, because I didn’t want to drag things out. If I didn’t keep up the momentum, I’d easily zone out, and end up late. It had only happened a couple times before I told myself I wasn’t going to be a lazy person.
Taking a look in the mirror, I made sure my face didn’t have any unexpected developments. I’d apply a little makeup in the car, just some color for my cheeks and maybe a little mascara. I didn’t like going overboard. About the only thing I always carried was lip gloss, since chapped lips really annoyed me. The rest of my makeup was only really for work and special occasions.
Since everything seemed to be in order, I grabbed one of my scrunchies off my desk. I didn’t have to wear one that matched my work uniform, but I wanted to. Little touches like that could have a big impact. Also, since my hair was wet, a ponytail was about the only way to avoid having damp shoulders for a couple hours.
As I opened the door to head into the hallway, I ran into Erik. Apparently, he’d worked through the post orgasm stupor and gotten dressed.
“Uh, hi Casey.”
I nodded. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Nothing much.” He paused a second. “Hey, have I told you that you look really cute in your work uniform?”
I felt heat rising to my cheeks. “Um, no.”
I shoved my hand into my pocket to stop it from fidgeting. I needed to get to work, so he’d picked a terrible time to flirt, but I didn’t want to just blow him off. He didn’t seem as comfortable with everything as I was, so I wanted to put his mind at ease.
He caught me off guard when he reached up and fixed my collar. Apparently, it had gotten folded over in my haste. I felt myself start to blush even further at the knowledge that he wanted me to look my best.
My stomach was full of butterflies. It had been a long time since that had happened. Normally, I was the confident one in these situations, but for some reason, I really wanted to make sure I didn’t blow things with him.
Still, I didn’t have time to stand around, I had to get going.
“Hey, uh, Erik. I really need to get to work. They don’t like it when I’m late.”
“Oh, yeah. Right.” He didn’t move. “Look, Casey, I really need to talk to you.”
“Sounds like it’s important.”
He nodded. It was my job to look after him, so I didn’t want to just brush him off.
“Hey, how about you ride with me to work, and we can talk on the way? You can take the car after, I won’t be home until late, and I can probably catch a ride, anyway.”
“Um, that sounds good, yeah.”
I pushed past him, not wanting to be rude but really not wanting to be late. It would take about twenty minutes to get to work, so we’d have time. Plus, work was always slow right when my shift started, so we could still talk until things picked up.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that he was following me, so I kept walking. Grabbing the keys off the hook by the door, I made my way out to the car. He’d stopped to put on his shoes, but joined me a moment later. I started the engine and pulled out of our driveway.
We rode together in silence for a couple minutes, before he finally spoke.
“Your hair looks really cute up, too.”
I smiled, and turned to him. “Thank you.” I did appreciate the compliment, but it seemed weird that he was focusing on them so much. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
He looked at me, stunned. “What was that for?”
“No girl wants to just have sex with a guy, ok? It makes her feel like a whore. I like that we can be a little affectionate. Cuddling with you last night, and this morning, it was nice. You know, until things went a little further. Which was also nice. But still, I want to at least do a little of the kissing and stuff.”
I pushed a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. “Besides, weren’t you mister ‘you look nice’ and ‘your ponytail looks cute’ earlier?”
He nodded. “Uh, yeah, I was. And you do, by the way. Look nice, that is.”
“Now, what’s up? You come along just to tell your sister she looks nice?”
Erik hung his head, and I was worried I was teasing him too much. I was just giving him a hard time in the hopes of getting him to spill what was eating him. Reaching over, I put a hand on his leg, and turned to look him in the eyes for a second, so that he knew I was just teasing.
“I just wanted to make sure that everything was ok, you know, about this morning. And last night.”
I made a point of making sure my smile was reassuring, and bit down the laugh that wanted to escape at his statement. It sounded like he was having second thoughts, and I wanted to make sure that he knew I was one hundred percent ok with everything that had happened.
“Erik, last night was great, and this morning was great too. Don’t worry about me, ok? I’m a big girl, and I know the birds and the bees. If I want to have a little fun with a guy, I know what I’m getting myself into.”
He nodded, and seemed to spend a moment thinking. Worried that he might not believe me, I placed my hand on his leg to reassure him.
Finally, he spoke. “What if it wasn’t entirely your idea?”
I raised an eyebrow and turned to him. “What do you mean? You came into my room, we got a little intimate, and then we got a little more intimate. I was a little shocked at first that you thought about me, you know, that way, but I’m pretty sure I was totally in the mood once things got going.”
He nodded again. I was starting to get a little curious about his line of questioning. It seemed like he had something he wanted to say, but he was beating around the bush. At first, I thought he was guilty about what we’d done, but I wasn’t getting that impression. His questions really did seem to be him making sure I was comfortable with everything, but not in a way to reassure himself.
I hoped he’d let me in on whatever it was soon. I hated being in the dark. I wondered if maybe he wanted to try out something a little more adventurous in the bedroom. While I may be his kid sister, I was getting the impression that he had less experience than I did when it came to certain parts of life. Helping him out was a job I’d happily take.
“Erik, come on. Spill. What’s up?”
“I cast a spell on you.”
I had to focus on the road to avoid swerving at that statement. I thought I’d been prepared for anything. If he was guilty, maybe he thought he’d been too forceful, and he just needed some more reassurance. If he’d been curious about trying something new, I’d have just reassured him that I was more than willing to try something new.
This I hadn’t expected.
“Umm, run that by me again?”
He laughed, and held up a book for me to see. It looked weathered, and well used.
“I snuck into the bathroom, and took some of your hair off your brush. I burned it in a candle, and this book said that I just had to speak some words. I’d planned on just using you as a test subject, but you looked so cute and pretty and you were so close and I just couldn’t get your scent out of my mind. So one thing led to another, and things got really good.”
I shook my head. I didn’t believe what he was saying in the slightest.
“So what, you cast some sort of love spell on me? That’s what you think?”
He thought about that for a moment. “No, not a love spell. More of an obedience spell.”
I turned and gave him my best look. “Obedience spell? Really? Sorry bro, but I feel about zero compulsion to obey you. You know, unless you were to yell ‘run’ when the building was on fire.”
Erik smiled. “It’s not exactly that. It doesn’t make you obey me all the time. Although I suppose it could.” He stroked his chin in thought. “I just told you to be ok with me. With us, you know, doing things.”
Shaking my head, I focused on the road. “Erik, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but there’s no such thing as magic. Last night was totally my idea, whatever you think you did had nothing to do with it. Now stop being weird and just accept the fact that it was cool.”
“So you really think it was all your idea?”
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to be frustrated, but he was getting a little repetitive.
“Yes, Erik, it was all my idea.”
He paused. “And this morning…”
I cut him off before he could finish. “This morning was my idea too.”
He shook his head. “No, I meant when you woke up, do you remember what you were wearing?”
That caught me off guard. Why did it matter what I was wearing? I thought back, trying to find if there was anything out of the ordinary.
“I was just wearing what I usually wear. Why?”
“What do you usually wear to bed?”
Things were getting weird. “Usually something tight, either a tee shirt or a tank top, and a skirt. What’s gotten into you this morning?”
“And you don’t think there’s anything weird about that?”
I sighed, exasperated. “No, Erik, I don’t think there’s anything weird about that either.”
“What if I said I’d told you to go change, and for you to think that was what you normally wore.”
My temples were starting to throb. Erik was refusing to let this go.
“I’d tell you you’re crazy. I’ve worn that to bed for a long time. Hell, it’s part of why I own so many skirts. I like the way they feel, and the fact that I can thrash around without having to worry about getting tangled up in my own clothing.”
“And other things.” I blushed, remembering the feeling of him between my legs this morning. While I’d enjoyed the feeling, it wasn’t something I wanted to talk about.
He laughed at my embarrassment, and I felt myself reddening even more.
We’d been talking long enough that I was pulling into a parking space outside the diner. I turned and gave him a hard look.
“Look, Erik, even if you did cast some sort of spell on me, which I still don’t believe, why are you telling me anyway?”
He turned and gave me a sideways look. “Because I want your help.”
“Uh, with what? You know I’ll help you with anything without you coming up with some crazy story.”
He smiled. “I want you to help me get with more girls. You know, after you’ve been with one, you want to be with others.”
I thought about that for a moment. He thought he’d cast some spell on me, and now he was telling me he wanted me to help him get others? Was he crazy? Besides, what kind of guy tells a girl he just slept with that he wants to sleep with others?
I’d broken up with my last boyfriend because I caught him looking at other girls, and I couldn’t believe my brother was the same way. I waited for the anger to rise within me, but it never came.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was angry at my ex because I thought he was going to replace me. I knew Erik would never do that. I trusted him, completely, and he was my brother. He wouldn’t just throw me away like last week’s garbage.
I opened my mouth to say something, but wasn’t sure what I was going to say, so I closed it again. He laughed at my confusion.
“Come on Casey, think about it. Wouldn’t it be fun to get to have another girl in on the action? Plus, I think it would be totally hot seeing you make out with somebody.”
My imagination flared and I saw myself with my arms around another girl, Erik watching and fully enjoying the show.
The voice in the back of my head reminded me that meant he wouldn’t be casting me aside, if he wanted to bring somebody else in on the fun. Instead of being scared about what this could mean, I should instead be considering the possibilities.
Still, I wasn’t seriously believing he could cast spells on people, was I?
“You know, Erik, you picked a real bad time to drop this on me.”
He laughed. “Sorry. Guess I just got excited when I realized what all this could mean.” He held the book up again.
“Yeah, I still don’t believe you.”
He nodded. “I didn’t expect you to, which is why I planned a little something extra, to help convince you.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that? It better be quick, because I got like two minutes to get into work.”
“I’ll make it quick.” He flashed me a big smile.
Before I realized what happened, the world got a little fuzzy. After a moment, things came back into focus, but I realized that two things were different. The first was that Erik, and the car, were gone, and I was standing in the parking lot. The second was that I was completely stark naked.
My mind raced, trying to figure out what had happened, but I felt myself turn and walk toward the diner. I willed myself to stop, but I just kept going, helpless to resist as I walked, step by step, ever closer.
I felt like I was going to die of shame as I walked in the front door. I hung my head, not wanting to meet anybody’s gaze.
I looked up, that having not been the greeting I expected. Sue, the morning manager, was standing at the podium, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She was even looking at me with the usual bored expression she normally had.
Her expression changed, slightly, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Feeling unfriendly this morning?”
“What, no. Sorry.” She was mistaking my lack of response for being unfriendly. Could she not see that I wasn’t wearing any clothing? I’m completely naked, and all she complains about is that I’m being a little surly.
The normality of her conversation was making me panic. I needed to go somewhere I could pull myself together.
“Uh, yeah. A little. Mind if I go run and use the restroom before I start?”
She nodded, still looking over at me. Sue and I usually got along, so she’d understand if I just needed an extra minute. There was no way she’d be ok with me being naked at work, so something else was going on.
When I got to the bathroom, I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I had to do a double take, because my reflection was not what I was expecting to see. I was fully clothed, looking exactly as I was supposed to. I looked down, and suddenly found that I was dressed, and everything was completely normal.
What was it Erik had said? He could make me believe things. Had he made me imagine myself naked walking into work?
It felt so real, my head spun at the implications.
“Ug, why do I insist on working two shifts on Saturday?”
I let my head fall onto the table in front of me. My feet were sore from standing around all day, walking between the front counter and various tables. I didn’t know how the servers managed to do their jobs, since it seemed to involve about three times as much walking as mine did.
“Well, if I had to take a guess, it’s because you like having money? You know, just saying.”
I looked up at Stacey and gave her a dirty look.
“Why do you have to go and bring logic into every conversation? They should give me the money just because I’m so awesome.”
Stacey was my best friend, and we’d known each other for a long time. We met early on back in middle school, and had been inseparable since. When I’d gotten the job here two years ago, she’d been more than willing to apply with me, and we did our best to make sure our shifts always lined up.
She sighed and put her head onto her arm, her blond hair spilling onto the table.
“At least that creepy guy didn’t come in today.”
I nodded. We both knew exactly who she was talking about. I didn’t know the guy’s name, but he’d always give me looks while he stood in line. He was practically devouring me with his eyes, and he didn’t even try to be subtle about it.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem interested in Stacey, so she always volunteered to take him. Still, I felt a little dirty after he came by.
I suddenly remembered the naked illusion Erik had put me through this morning. I’d managed to put it out of my head once things got normal, and the usual business of the morning shift hadn’t left me much time to think about it. Still, if that creep had come by while I thought I was naked, I probably would have died of shame.
That reminded me about the other things Erik had mentioned this morning. He’d pretty much proved his point that he could make me at least see things that weren’t real, but he’d mentioned something else, about being able to make me think something was normal. Since I had Stacey here, I could have her help me check.
“Hey Stacey, if I ask you something, you promise not to think I’m weird?”
She laughed. “I already think you’re weird. It only goes up from here.”
Sighing, I continued. “Last time you spent the night, what did I wear to bed?”
Stacey raised an eyebrow, but then scrunched her face up as she tried to think.
“I dunno. What you normally wear. Why does it matter?”
I shook my head. “So you don’t remember anything out of the ordinary?”
“Nope. Not in the slightest. Now what’s up?”
“I’ll explain later, I guess. What do you consider normal to wear to bed?”
“Casey, this is getting weird.”
I gave her my most pleading look. I wanted to get to the bottom of things.
“All right, fine. You know, normal stuff. Shorts, sweat pants, that kind of thing.”
I didn’t like the fact that she left what I usually wore off her list.
“Have you ever worn a skirt to bed?”
Stacey twisted her face. “You mean, like, on purpose? No, not really. I’ve passed out exhausted a couple times, you know, didn’t feel like changing, but no, I’ve never made an effort.”
She looked at me, completely puzzled. “This is what’s been bugging you? What I wear to bed?”
I shook my head. “No, sorry. It’s complicated. Forget I brought it up.”
I spent a moment lost in my own thoughts. I’d woken up this morning, and I’d been wearing a skirt. I even remembered flirting with Erik a little about the fact that he’d found his way up it. It had seemed completely normal. I tried to picture myself, getting ready for bed on previous nights, but every time was the same. I looked through my closet for something comfortable, and put it on.
And every single time, that something comfortable had swished as I walked.
Holy shit, he could play with my memories too.
I wondered what else he could have changed about my memory. From the way he was acting this morning, it couldn’t have been too much. If he was going to just go about rewriting my entire mental history, he probably wouldn’t have bothered beating around the bush about telling me. I was pretty sure the skirt thing was the extent of it.
Still, he’d used magic on me. I felt a little crazy for admitting the possibility, but at this point there wasn’t a whole lot I could do to deny it. And then he told me this morning that he wanted my help in getting other girls to sleep with him. Just who did he have in mind?
I realized then that I was actually considering helping him out. My mind flashed again to the image this morning of making out with a girl while Erik watched, and I realized that I found the scene arousing, rather than anything else. Some small part of me wanted to help my brother live out that scene. After all, I’d told myself earlier that if he wanted to try out new things, I’d be all for it, hadn’t I?
I looked over at Stacey, and a plan started forming in my head.
I opened the door to Erik’s bedroom and tossed him the brush.
He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “And what is this?”
I smirked at him. “Your second victim, of course. You said you wanted my help getting more girls, well, that’s what you get. If you want to have a three way, I can’t think of anybody I want to do it with other than my best friend.”
“Wait, so this is Stacey’s?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He gave me a sideways glance. “So this means you believe me?”
“Erik, you made me think I was walking around work naked this morning. That’s pretty compelling evidence.”
Nodding, he continued. “And you’re willing to let me use my mind mojo on your best friend?”
I rolled my eyes. “Erik, you used your mind mojo on me to have fun, caring sex, and then spent the morning telling me how nice I looked. I’m not exactly selling her into a life of slavery or anything.”
He thought about that for a moment.
“Besides, if you got so lonely you actually thought to try something as crazy as that…” I gestured to his book. “Then I screwed up somewhere along the way. I’m your kid sister, after all. You took care of me in more way than one, covering for me with mom and dad, warning me about what to avoid at school, all sorts of things.”
“I should have realized you were lonely, and tried to help. Consider this me making up for being derelict in my sisterly duties. I just want you to know I’ve got your back from here on, ok? Now, how long do you need? I could stand a little fun tonight.”
“Um, about half an hour?”
I nodded. “Ok, I can distract her that long.”
I turned to leave, but then had another thought.
“Oh, Erik, one more thing. Did you make me love you?”
His face scrunched. Apparently, I’d changed the subject quicker than he expected. This was just something I needed to know.
He seemed to be thinking, trying to remember exactly what he’d said. Finally, he shook his head.
“No. Love never came up. I told you to be ok with the thought of having sex with me. I told you to appreciate my attention, that sort of thing, but I never outright said to love me.”
I nodded. “Ok, good. I want you to promise me something, ok? Please don’t ever toy with my emotions. You can make me think I’m naked, you can make me dress a certain way, but please, don’t cross that line, ok?”
He sat, silent for a moment, before he nodded. “Ok. Yeah, I think that’s a good rule. It would feel too weird to do that, anyway.”
“Well then, I have a friend to go distract. See you soon.”
With that, I walked out of his room and back to mine. Stacey was lying on my bed, playing with her phone. She looked up as I entered.
“So, what do you want to do tonight?”
I shook my head. “I dunno. I need to turn my brain off. Maybe we can just veg and watch TV or something?”
Stacey nodded. It was pretty common for us to zone out after work. I’d asked Stacey to spend the night, as part of my plan, which also wasn’t out of the ordinary. We’d been friends a long time, and our respective parents both considered the other to be their daughter.
As we finished the first episode, I kept glancing at the clock, wondering what was taking so long. Erik had said he only needed thirty minutes. Then again, he wasn’t exactly practiced at this. Maybe he’d needed to start over or something.
It was getting difficult to stay still, as thoughts of having fun with both him and Stacey kept creeping into my mind. I kept imagining my hands up her shirt, playing with her breasts, and wondered if Erik had implanted a suggestion or two that I’d start swinging both ways.
I made a mental note of asking him to clarify. Not that I cared one way or the other, but I was really getting curious.
I squeaked as a knock came on my door. I’d been so lost in my fantasy that I’d completely zoned out.
“Jeeze Case, you’re making me think we’re in a horror film or something. Worried your brother is going to come through the door with an axe?”
No. I’m more worried that he’s going to come through without any pants on. I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I just shook my head and smiled.
Stacey walked to the door, and opened it. I could see Erik on the other side. He said something to her, and then leaned in close and whispered something in her ear. She just stood there as he did so.
In fact, she seemed oddly still. Was this him doing whatever he’d done to me?
Stacey turned and walked over to the bed. She had a spaced out look on her face, and that was the first real evidence that something had happened to her.
“So, Casey. It’s done.”
I searched Stacey’s face, trying to find any signs of awareness within her.
“That’s what I was like?”
“Pretty much. She’ll snap out of it in a moment or two.”
“And then, what, she’ll want to have sex with you?”
Erik shook his head, and smiled. “Not exactly. I mean, yeah, before tonight’s out, I’ll make her ok with it, but I had something else in mind.”
I scratched my head, confused. I knew he wouldn’t hurt either of us, but I still wanted to know what he meant by that comment.
“Look, Casey, do you trust me?”
“Well, yeah, of course.” My brother wouldn’t hurt me, or Stacey, or anybody. He was a nice guy, and I knew that, with every fiber of my being.
“Then before I do anything with Stacey, I want to say thanks for last night. I know things cut out a little premature, and I want to make sure that tonight, you get taken care of first. So take off your pants and panties and lie back on your bed.”
I stood, and did as he instructed. As I lay back down on my bed, I wondered what he was going to do. Maybe he just wanted to do me while Stacey stood there, watching, completely helpless to resist.
Thinking about it started to get me oddly hot. I’d always thought of myself as a good girl.
“Hey, Erik, did you make me a pervert?”
He laughed. “What?”
“Thinking about making out with Stacey, and thinking about you and me doing it while she’s watching. Did you make it so I’d get hot thinking about that stuff?”
He chuckled again. “Nope, that’s all you Case.”
Huh. Maybe I was more twisted than I’d given myself credit for. Ah well, not like it was that important. I could still be a good girl on the outside, after all.
I settled on my bed and got ready for whatever he had planned. I knew whatever it was, he wouldn’t disappoint me. After a couple moments, I felt something wet and warm probe me. Apparently, he’d decided to eat me out. I hadn’t managed to convince a guy to do that before, but he was off to a nice start.
I almost wet myself as he lay down on the bed next to me. If his head was up here, then.
Oh my god. Stacey was eating me out.
I sat bolt upright and knocked her back onto the floor. I looked down as she gathered herself, before she smiled up at me.
Erik was laughing next to me, as Stacey looked up and smiled.
“Ok, Casey, you need to relax. I’m not going to be able to get you off if you don’t unwind. You’ve had the worst day ever at work, and I thought you could use a little help unwinding.”
She turned and looked at Erik. “Little help?”
He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed down, gently. I didn’t resist, and let him push me down onto the bed.
“So… you told her to eat me out?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I asked her if she’d ever thought about doing something like this with you, and turns out she has. So I just hinted that tonight would be a good night to try it out, and encouraged her to find the experience enjoyable.”
If this was the sort of thing he was planning to do to us, then we could be in for some very interesting times.
I felt Stacey’s tongue begin to probe my depths before. I didn’t think she’d ever done this before, but it wasn’t all that difficult to figure out, once you’d done it a couple times. Her tongue flicked up and down over my clit a few times.
“Casey, you want me to help you get even more in the mood?”
I thought about that for a moment. I was having a hard time separating my curiosity about what he was doing from my enjoyment of Stacey’s tongue.
He nodded, and suddenly, my mind was quiet. Also, I was more aroused than I could ever remember being before. I guessed he thrown that second one in for free.
Stacey started up again, and it sent sparks up into me in ways I’d only dreamed of. I relaxed, and let myself get lost in the sensations. Her tongue circling around my center made me feel amazing, and I never wanted her to stop. She pressed up against me, with just the right amount of force, and I couldn’t help but moan in response.
Taking that as encouragement, she ran the flat of her tongue over me a few times to keep it going.
Yet another moan escaped my lips as she slid a finger up inside me. She curled her finger perfectly to hit just where she needed to, not wasting any time probing around. I wondered for a moment if Stacey was a bit more exploratory in sex than I was, but then I realized that I didn’t much care.
Erik reached over and turned my head to face him, and I gazed up into his eyes. They were so warm and inviting, I couldn’t help but lose myself in them. I knew he would always take care of me, and I’d repay him by always being willing to help him with whatever he needed.
He leaned over and kissed me, and I wrapped one hand around his head, and pulled him in close.
As he pulled back, he winked. “So you don’t feel like a whore.”
I laughed in response to his comment, and felt my body start to tense up as Stacey brought me over the edge. My back arched involuntarily as a wave of fire shot up through me. I’d never had anybody, guy or girl, eat me out before, but I was finding that it was downright awesome. Sure, I’d like to bump uglies too, but I was going to have to ask Stacey to do this again.
Then again, if what Erik told me was true, she’d offer on her own. Something in my slightly new twisted sense of arousal tingled at the thought of it. I knew he wouldn’t abuse his power, and trusted him completely. Because of that, I also knew that he could make me feel mind numbingly aroused, which would make any fun we had all the better.
I felt myself go over the edge completely as I realized that I was just fine with that. I lost myself in the pleasure of Stacey’s tongue, working me into mindless bliss, and realized that I could think of worse fates than having a regular source of mind-blowing pleasure.