Confronting Alice

As George nervously sat in his fourth and final lecture of the day, the beating pulse that echoed throughout his ears was almost loud enough to drown out the whispers of his peers.

Thankfully, his day never turned from bad to worst. For whatever reason, the girl he’d accidentally covered with his cum never told anyone what happened. From what he could tell, the only thing that tarnished his reputation today was the stunt he pulled that morning. Around him, his classmates were more focused on the trio of underwear found over the course of the day: two sets of panties and a pair of boxer shorts.

George didn’t care; he just wanted to go home and test his hypothesis. By now, it was obvious that something was going on, and whatever it was revolved around him. His best guess was that, somehow, whatever he did was becoming normalized throughout both the school and his home. He didn’t know enough to determine how **** it was, but based on the evidence he had at his disposal, it was pretty far reaching.

He could already list a few things off the top of his head. First, the batman swag. Today, more of the student body had worn something which adorned the Batman logo, which further proved that what was happening was directly linked to him. Batman was his favorite superhero, but he doubted everyone shared that sentiment. And yet, the masked vigilante was the only hero being represented. Secondly, people now slept in class; a habit he was notorious for doing. Spying on girls was also commonplace now, as evident by Dave, Ricky, and that girl from earlier. That too was something he was known for.

It was the masturbating in the opposing gender’s washroom, coupled with the soiling of one’s underwear, that clued him in on the seriousness of the situation. He’d only done those things by accident and yet they’d become habits propagated throughout those around him. God forbid he’d done something as ****, like punching a girl, before realizing something was going on. All things considered, secretive public masturbation was tame compared to what could have been.

He could already spot new changes emerging too. Tracy Becker and Laura Dermiss, for example, weren’t shy about the fact that they were planning on sneaking off into the men’s room at the gym later that night to, as they put it, “masturbate and leave behind a wet surprise”. That alone told him his stunt from this morning was having an impact. Maybe it would help his reputation too. After all, if nothing he did was considered perverted anymore, would he really have become such a social outcast in the first place?

He almost didn’t want to know what would normalize from his encounter with the girl from earlier. Almost.

When George arrived home, he was shocked to notice that his parents had once again skipped dinner. While them doing so once wouldn’t really cause an issue, it was out of character for his mom to spend more than two days without a full family dinner.

So he paused when he arrived to an empty home, considering the situation. His only conclusion was that his parents were also under the influence of whatever was going on and had adopted some of his perverseness. He’d have to ask Alice about it.

Speaking of Alice…

She’d requested a confrontation with him today. It was already 6pm and that was the reason why he hadn’t gone up to his room yet; his sister would be home any minute and would want to settle things for good.

From what he could tell, she’s been behaving differently from the rest. Maybe it was due to the fact that his only encounters with her have been in a setting other than school, but it was clear that she was under the influence of changes he wasn’t yet aware of.

That also meant she was open for more investigation.

He remembered spying on her that morning and wondered what parts of it would have become normalized. Would it be the spying, the masturbation, or both? Would she be affected what various other changes he’d pinpointed? Could she be only acting certain ways because she was his sister?

Too many questions with no answers.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t plant more seeds. When he’d received a text from Alice saying she was five minutes away, he grinned something sinister and went up to the washroom, intent on taking a shower.

His logic was simple - if Alice really was also affected by this craziness, based on what he did this morning, she’ll be more than keen to spy on him.

He ensured that the washroom door was open and waited until he heard her arrive to start the water. Whether she called out to him was lost as he embraced the warmth of the water, any other sounds being drowned out by the rushing torrent. From there, he ran on autopilot, letting his muscle memory take him as he lost himself in the familiar routine.

It didn’t take long for him to confirm his suspicions - there was a sudden shadow where there hadn’t been one before.

Grinning knowing that Alice was hiding behind the door, he paused during his shower routine and relished the moment. Just like him this morning, Alice had taken it upon herself to perv on him while he showered. By turning his head just right, he was able to catch her reflection in the mirror and…

Fuck.

She was also masturbating.

While sniffing the underwear he wore yesterday.

Any doubts that remained evaporated as fast as his cock got hard. Not only was his sister masturbating to him, it was because he had the power to change how she behaved. She’d reciprocate everything he’d do to her, no matter how perverted. Anything his cock desired.

“Oh, Alice!” He moaned as he grabbed his dick, his erection the hardest it’s ever been in his life. If the entirety of his hypothesis was correct, Alice would be giving him quite the show come the morning. “Fuck you’re so hot. I’d do anything to fuck you.”

He doubted the dirty talk would amount to anything; but what mattered was that Alice was present during this so that he could take advantage of it later. He jacked his dick to the knowledge that his sister was creeping on him, the water warm as it rushed around him.

Together, the siblings masturbated to one another, Alice one hand down her pants while the other held her brother’s used underwear to her face. Her eyes were closed and her face contorted with pleasure, the girl lost in the arousing fact that what she was doing was horridly wrong.

She came and screamed into the fabric, her thighs forcibly pressed together by her explosive orgasm. George joined her soon after, yelling her name while he splattered the shower wall with his cum. Despite it being his third orgasm of the day, it felt just as strong as any other.

By the time he regained his senses, he noted that Alice had disappeared; no doubt rushing to get ready for their confrontation.

George took his time getting ready, terrifyingly curious about what it would pertain.

“I heard you asked to go masturbate in the girls' washroom.”

Typical Alice; blunt and to the point.

“What’s wrong about being honest?”

“It’s not something you disclose.”

“Everyone else is doing it!”

“That’s not the point!”

The siblings were standing in the family room; George in his pajamas and Alice in her sleep wear: a pink tee and short shorts. She had her arms crossed beneath her tits while she glared at him, its intensity matching her tone.

“The thrill, George, is in acknowledging that it’s happening without talking about it. You’re not supposed to bring attention to it. What you did in class today was out of line.”

That was the crux of her argument. Nevermind the fact she’d just been fucking herself to the sight of him naked in the shower; she’d actually glanced right over that and gone straight into ripping him a new one.

“So what, I’m supposed to be all sneaky and embarrassed if I ever want to go blow a load in the lady’s room? Even though everyone knows that’s what I’ll be doing? Fuck that! Why can’t we all just be honest about what we’re doing?”

“Because. That’s. Not. Normal. It’s actually disgusting.”

“It’s hypocritical.”

“Is not. You’re just a pervert.”

He sighed. Seems like Alice would continue to insist that she had some sort of moral high ground. Best take this conversation in a different direction.

“Have you ever done it?”

“That’s not a question you ask your sister.”

It is now. “Fine; what about spying on me in the shower? Have you done that?”

She at least had the decency to blush. But, she wouldn’t admit he’d just caught her off guard.

“I- No!" she huffed. "That doesn’t have to do with anything.”

He grinned. “Don’t lie to me sis, I totally saw you using my boxers to muffle an orgasm!”

“So what?” she shot back, abandoning all pretenses. “Nothing wrong with a girl watching her brother shower. All my girlfriends do it. It’s normal George, unlike what you did today!”

“So you’re okay with me using your panties to masturbating while I’m watching you showering?”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Please, not the first time I see you do that. It’s expected.”

“Oh? How about today then? I spent my lunch in a storage room on the third floor, jacking off to cheerleading practice.”

“Shut up!” She said, plugging her ears. “I don’t want to know about your sex life!”

Oh, you’re about to get very intimate with it, Alice. “I even came all over a girl’s outfit - head to toe. It was ruined.”

“Eewww!” She shrieked, running out of the room. “Fuck off, you perv! I can’t believe I’m related to you!”

George just grinned while Alice marched off, disappearing in her room. If everything went according to plan, come the morning, he and Alice would be closer than they’d ever been!