Just 'Talking'

As soon as they were through the door, Brandon grabbed his sister and pinned her against it, leaning in for a kiss. Using his body weight to hold her in place, he felt her hands rise up and press against his chest, feebly holding him back, nowhere near exerting enough **** to push him away but he knew she wasn’t really trying. His own hands gripped her tight waist as he slowly swung in closer with his crotch, letting her feel how hard he was for her in that skimpy cheerleading outfit. She moaned into his mouth, and voluntarily kissed him deeper.

When his hand drifted down from her waist and attempted to slide up her skirt though, that was a step too far for his sister. She immediately pried her lips from his and pushed him away with more of her strength. As strong as she was, if the quarterback didn’t want to be moved, he wouldn’t have been moved, but he relented and took a step back, looking at his panting twin with slight confusion.

“Sorry, when you said ‘talk’, I thought you meant…” he began.

“No, I did, I mean, I wanted you to, before,” Madison blushed, and moved away from the door, giving herself space to breathe. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea with Amber around.”

“Huh?” Brandon scratched his head. “Is this because she was hanging off me before Kurt came around? I can’t help that, you know.”

“That’s not what I want to talk about,” Madison huffed, intending to gloss over Brandon’s encouragement of Amber’s attention all together, but, since it had come up, she couldn't stop herself from saying something. “You could have pushed her away, or asked her to stop, you know.”

“Oh, come on. There are lots of girls like that who try to cozy up to me because I’m the star of the football team. But they don’t actually care about who I am,” he crossed the room and took Madison’s hands in his. “Not like you do.”

But Madison yanked her hands away. “So, I just have to put up with it? I just have to watch as girls fawn over you and do everything but physically ride your dick in public?”

“Ashley used to keep them at bay. Girls would still talk to me, but that it might get back to Ashley put a lot of them off even trying. But now I’m-” he physically threw up air quotes around the next word “-‘single’, what am I supposed to do? Tell them it offends my sister?”

“Like you didn’t try to drive away any boy that got close to me?” Madison scoffed and folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t care what you have to tell them, that you’re gay, that you’ve got a sexually transmitted disease, or maybe that you’re just not interested, but you could fucking say something, for fuck’s sake.”

“Look, I just didn’t want her to start asking questions,” Brandon insisted. “And I don’t think I could have said anything that would have stopped her. You saw her, hugging on to me in front of Ashley and Lee. It’s not like she cared about my feelings either when she jumped to go pay more attention to Kurt. After how Ashley left me for Zack and you used Shawn to make me jealous…”

“Don’t turn this back on me,” Madison snapped. “I thought we were getting past that. Why do you think I dressed up this this? I was trying to reconnect with you. Ashley was meant to send you back to the room, and when you didn’t show, I went looking.”

“I’m sorry that the surprise got ruined. It looks like it would have been a good one.” Brandon stepped closer again and lifted the hem of her skirt gently with his fingers to give himself another peek underneath. Madison flattened out the material and pushed him away again, gently this time, and trying not to smile. “Ashley was in the middle of telling me something when Amber and the guys returned, and everything just blew up. But, truthfully, I don’t care about Amber. I was just talking to Chloe this morning when I was getting dressed…”

“You’re talking to Chloe now too?” Madison arched an eyebrow.

“We’re just friends. Good friends. We were talking about how some opinions of certain people matter more than others, and Amber is a prime example of one of those people whose opinion just does not matter to me. So, you really don’t have to worry about her, if the choice is between you and her, it’s you every time, Mads. And before you start getting jealous of Chloe, before Ashley offered us her…” he searched for the appropriate word. “…’assistance’ last night, Chloe was the one telling me to take the chance on us, because otherwise I’d always be wondering what might have been.”

“I know you’re not listening to her opinion on the Middle East or anything, but it’s still hard for me to see her flirting with you and you just accept it. Or how Chloe and even Ashley can seemingly get through to you better than I can. That’s all I want, a deeper relationship, one that’s not about being brother and sister, because as thrilling and hot as the sex was, we still revert to our silly sibling squabbles.”

“So, your idea, to get us talking, was to dress up as a cheerleader without any underwear?” Brandon chuckled.

“No!” She tried to slap his arm and missed. Mumbling she continued, “it was Ashley’s idea.”

“Ashley’s idea?” Brandon smiled as he shuffled in closer to her again. “I mean, I can see it giving us a deep relationship, but maybe not the kind you’re imagining.”

A tingle ran through Madison’s body at the incredibly erotic way that he said ‘deep’, making her feel dirty and lustful just from hearing it. He pulled her in by the waist, his bulge nudging against her. Grinning down at her when she looked up to protest, she could see in his eyes that he’d done it on purpose, to demonstrate to her just how erect the picture of her commando in the cheer outfit had gotten his cock.

“Ah, Ashley said, mmhm, you’d be easier to talk to, um, after…after…” her breathless voice dropped to a whisper as Brandon leaned in towards her. “…sex.”

“She’s not wrong,” Brandon agreed, before planting his lips on his sister’s again.

Their mouths open simultaneously, smacking and slobbering over each other as their tongues darted forth to taste the other. Heat flowed from her core, her head swimming as if from a fever, her skin clammy and steamy from just the kiss. Brandon’s tongue swirled back against hers, while his hips gently thrust against her, letting her feel his cock again, throbbing through his jeans. When she didn’t stop him this time, he lowered his hands again, this time sliding up the back of her thighs and taking a handful in each palm of her tight little ass.

At that, fighting against herself, Madison pushed him away again, saying, “No. We can’t. Amber…”

“You really think that Amber is even going to notice?” Brandon growled, the constant stop and go frustrating him.

“She’s a ditz, she’s not blind,” Madison argued. “She walks into a room and we’re tonguing each other’s brains out, yeah, I think she might notice.”

“Okay, so then, let’s lock the door,” Brandon suggested, glancing over to see if the door even had a lock.

“Yeah, she won’t get suspicious if we’re hanging out in here with a locked door, and the bed is making strange creaking noises,” Madison said. “And even if she does, you’ll have to make up some lie.”

“What do you want?” Brandon spread his arms in exasperation. “This is what our life will be like if you want to be together, Mads. I thought you understood that. Putting on one face for the world, lying and only getting to really be ourselves behind closed doors, with each other. This exact problem is why I wanted you to go and find another guy.”

“I know, I just…I wish things could be simple. That we could just be boyfriend and girlfriend and nothing, that I wouldn’t be your sister, just a woman, your woman,” Madison confessed, as she wiped a few soft tears away from her eyes. “But we’ll never have that in Azure Rocks.”

“Are you saying you want to move away?”

“I…no, I don’t know. This is where our family is, where mum’s business is, dad’s autoshop, and no matter where we go, if you’re a big-time football star that I know you can be, we’ll never have solitude and privacy wherever we go. And I would never ask you to give that up,” Madison turned away from him. “I just know what I want, and that it’s impossible.”

“I wouldn’t say that. These things have a way of working themselves out sometimes. I mean, look at us, a couple days ago, you wanted to be together and I was extolling the dangers of living out our relationship, and now the table have turned. I think your initial assessment was correct. We’re just not in sync. We need to reconnect, need to…” He approached her from behind his time, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pushed his cock up against her ass. Leaning in, he continued, breathing the words right into her ear. “…get on the same wavelength.”

“Mmmm,” she couldn’t stop the moan rising out of her throat when he ground his stiff member against her buttocks. “this wavelength feels rather hard and straight.”

He didn’t reply but rolled his hips, pressing his cock against her again, letting her feel the bulge slide along the valley of her cheeks through her skirt. She moaned again, imagining his bare cock doing the same thing between her uncovered ass. His hands moved up and grabbed her medium sized tits, groping them through the cheer top, feeling her nipples on his fingertips and coming to the, correct, conclusion that she also wasn’t wearing a bra. No doubt Ashley’s top was too tight to wear additional layers.

Encouraged, he slid one hand downwards, though he was still wary. Every time he tried to go further, she pushed him away and gave some excuse. Even if he’d masturbated not long ago, his twin sister had gotten him so riled up that he knew he’d have to take care of his cock soon, and he’d rather not return to using his hand again. Fortunately for the horny teen, Madison made no attempt to halt his progress this time as his hand slid under her skirt and tentatively caressed her pussy lips with his thick fingertips.

In fact, Madison went further, grabbing his head with one arm and pulling him in for a kiss as she leaned back her head, while her other hand reached between her ass and his hips. With nimble fingers, she found his zip and slid it down. Then, while the brother and sister continued to kiss, and Brandon’s hands teased her nipples and labia, her own hand reached in and pulled his cock out through the opening in his boxers and jeans. It was Brandon’s turn to moan into her mouth, as he felt the small, warm hand wrap around his shaft and begin gently tugging him.

Matching her movements to his own, he slipped his hand down along her pussy lips to her entrance and rewarded her stroking of his cock by sinking two fingers inside. She groaned and bucked against his hand, as she tried to keep pulling on his dick despite the fog of lust that began clogging up her brain. His mouth broke away from hers, moving down to kiss her neck and shoulders, leaving her tongue free to whimper and sigh, unable to form actual words right now.

For a few moments, he fingered her in time with her hand pumping his cock, but then, to his eternal frustration, she pulled away and turned around, shoving him back with two hands, harder than before, so that he fell onto the bed. Sitting up, he saw the devilish smile on his twin’s face and took his cock in hand, waiting for her to crawl on top of him. But she didn’t. She simply swayed from side to side, her fingers inching her skirt up her thighs.

“Sooorreeee,” she sang. “I just really don’t think it’s a good idea. Not until Amber leaves after the party and then we can have a proper, long, uninterrupted ‘talk’. But…” her eyes dropped to his cock. “I can’t leave you like this. I’m not that cruel. So, how about I give you a little show while you clear out the pipes. Call it…a little incentive to stay pure for me.”

“And this won’t look suspicious?” Brandon smiled, bemused. “Me jacking off to my sister’s sexy dancing?”

“Plausible deniability,” she said gleefully, spinning around so her back was to Brandon again, and pushing out her ass. “I can just blame you for being perv.”

Reduced to using his hand again, whether he liked it or not, Brandon had to admit to himself that the view this time was better than using his imagination. Madison swung her hips around in a circle in front of his face, pushing her ass further and further out. His nostrils flared as her silky musk wafted out from under her skirt and made his cock throb even harder. Inching her skirt upwards still, she pulled it tight against the bottom of her ass, her cheeks just peeking out as she rose onto the ball of her feet, giving her brother a brief glimpse of her glistening clam as her hips swung around again.

The door opened and Madison stumbled back in shock. Losing her balance, she fell, ass first and landed square upon her brother’s lap. An instant fullness told her exactly what had happened. Wet from Brandon’s teasing, and gaping still from his fingers, when she fell back his cock had found it’s mark easily and gravity pushed her down to the zipper at his hilt. The sudden stretching and filling of her hole made her whimper, though she bit her lip to hold it back, and her walls clenched tight around his member in surprise. A warmth erupted at her core. Eyes widening she realized Brandon was cumming.

It had all happened so fast, in a matter of seconds, too fast for Madison to have done anything about it. Holding her waist with a tight grip, Brandon grunted quietly behind her as his buried cock throbbed and squirted his thick, virile young seed unprotected into her fertile womb. And all the while, standing in the doorway, bearing witness to their incestuous creampie, was the last person they wanted, Amber Evans.