Jody's proposition

As John scrambled to get dressed, Jody approached him with a sly grin.

“So, did you like having your sister in your lap?” Jody purred in his ear.

Whether it was the **** overwhelming his judgement or feeling that Jody wouldn’t judge him for it, John didn’t bother to cover up the truth. “Yeah, it felt really nice.” He didn’t look at her, instead trying to pull his outfit together as quickly as possible.

“I bet it did. It felt good watching it too. It was so hot.” When John didn’t respond, Jody grew curious.

“Are you… jealous? You don’t like your sister sleeping with another guy?”

“Huh, no. No, not at all.”

“Oh God, are you hot for Claire?”

“Really I’m not.” Though he verbally denied it, his face grew warm. He didn’t like to think that he loved his sister that way but their relationship had grown a little complicated since she came back from college and he often found himself thinking of her in uncomfortable ways. He could never admit it sober but right now he couldn’t help but doubt himself.

“You are! That’s so hot. We have to talk about this.” As John straightened up now dressed, Jody leaned into him excitedly. “You want to fuck her, right? You want to fuck your sister?”

“Could you be quiet?” he pleaded, fearing the girls could hear her from the other room. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.” He really didn’t. He kept getting pushed into these sexy situations with his mom and his sister and it was too much for him. He couldn’t even masturbate these days without one of them popping into his head. He wished he could just have a few days to get his thoughts together.

“Mixed feeling huh? That just makes it sexier. You know its taboo but deep down you really want to fuck her, and I want that too. I want to see it.” She stared at John for a long moment as he tried to avoid her glare. “Would you have a threesome with me and Claire?”

“Huh?” John was caught off guard by the suggestion and turned to meet her eye.

“You’d like that right?

“Please stop. I’m not going to do that.”

“You like her tits, right? It’s so obvious you can’t keep your eyes off them. Do you want to watch me play with them? I could squeeze them together while you slide your cock between them. Would you like that?” The image threatened to worm its way into John’s mind, leading him somewhere he didn’t want to go.

“I told you to stop! Leave me alone!” he growled a little harsher than he meant to. The girl recoiled at his tone, then surprisingly dropped to the floor at his feet.

“Please, I really want this. You have no idea.” She begged him. John never would have expected it for a girl like her to be begging him. Her whole flirtatious demeanour peeled away, and she looked up at him with pleading eyes “I would do anything, anything to watch her bounce on your cock. Seriously, I mean it. I’ll do anything you want.” Her expression hardened as she came to a decision. “How about it? Until I go back to college, I’ll be at your beck and call. I’ll be your sex ****!”

“Sex ****? Isn’t that going a bit far?”

“You have no idea how much this would mean to me. Seeing my best friend commit **** is like an impossible fantasy. An experience that would live with me forever. I think a few weeks of my life is a fair exchange.” Sensing she had hooked him, she regained her composure and stood up. She leaned in close to John’s face. He could smell the **** on her breath and her musky perfume. “That means you could have me anytime you want, however you want me.” She reached down to gently cup his erection through his pants. “I don’t have tits like your sister, but I know a lot about making men feel good.”

John pulled away from her, landing backwards on the bed. He couldn’t understand her mentality of giving herself away like this but the words ‘sex ****’ resonated with something primal inside him. He was scared that the offer tempted him.

“Do you really mean that? Anything? W-what if I… kept you under my desk all day just to suck me off and drink my piss?” John had no intention of doing that, but he had to go to extremes to scare her off. She looked up at him startled, but the uncertainty drained from her eyes in a flash.

“I’d do it, and I’d thank you for it.” John hated that his cock twitched in her hands at that. It was the worst response he could have hoped for.

“What if I wanted to pass you around all my friends like a sex doll?” He didn’t want to do any of this, but ideas were spawning from a darker side of himself, and it needed to sate its morbid curiosity.

“I’d do it, and I’d thank you for it” she repeated, seeing the effect it had on him. John could see she was serious, and the words weren’t platitudes to make him agree. This must have meant so much to her. He found himself considering it. Having this girl to use at will would help a great deal with his treatment, meaning he wouldn’t have to include his family in it any further. To get there though he would have to cross a line with his sister. John couldn’t believe he was allowing himself to be tempted.

“There’s no way she’ll go along with it anyway.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Before you showed up with her prize, Claire was the one who suggested we play Truth and Dare with you. She said it was to get you out of your shell, but I think there was more to it. She wanted to play the game with you. The way she was acting in there, I think she wanted you to see her as something sexual. She wanted to be dared into doing something naughty with you. She wanted you to dare her to strip for you. She wanted us to dare you two to make out. I just pushed her a little too fast. And once I make her confess that to me, I’m sure we can open her up to something.”

“You really think so?” All this time, John had been treading on eggshells, thinking his sister had begrudgingly let him play with them at her friends’ request. The revelation that she wanted him to play and possibly even engage with her made him regret being so cautious with his playing strategy. He was still going to take Jody’s insight into Claire’s motivation with a pinch of salt though. She had stormed out at the first indication of doing something sexual with him after all.

“I’m certain of it. I know Claire. I wouldn’t be pleading with you if I didn’t think this could happen. Are you in?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Good” she said, taking his answer for a yes, then she brought her arms up and pressed his face against hers, sealing the deal with a kiss. John forgot himself for a moment and allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth. She amorously made out with him with the passion she’d poured into their arrangement. By the time she pulled back, John’s dick was again at full mast and aching for attention. ‘Care to finish what we started earlier’ he wanted to say but felt it would come out more **** than suave, and he still needed to deal with Claire. As though sensing his worries, Jody spoke up.

“I’m not sure she wants to see you right now. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your lovely sister behaves herself. Wouldn’t want you getting jealous or anything.” She took a step backwards towards the door. “Why don’t you go fetch our friends their clothes back. Once Riley’s finished cumming her brains out thinking of you, I’m not sure she’ll enjoy being stuck in the bathroom all night.”

“She’s…?”

“What did you think she ran off for? She was left just as blue-balled as you. I bet Beth feels pretty awkward sitting in on that.” John’s gaze shot over to the bathroom door. Could he hear faint moaning or was that his imagination. “Hate to leave you like this, but once you pull through for me, I’ll make it up to you ten times over. Every. Single. Day.” She teasingly brushed her hand across his cheek one last time before turning for the door. He wanted to stop her, but she was right. Jody had a better chance of keeping his sister under control than him right now.

After she left, he made his way over to the bathroom door. He didn’t hear anything from beyond. Either he really had imagined it or she’d managed to bring herself down. He knocked on the door.

“Yes?” came Beth’s voice.

“I’m gonna go down and find you two your clothes. Just hang tight.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Her reply was terse as though she was in the middle of something. He made his way downstairs and out through the back door, trying to keep track of where the bedroom was in relation to the house. The night was starting to get on, and the party had spilled out into the garden with many small groups chatting quietly away from the music. It didn’t take long to find the clothes strewn around on the paving and went to head back. Right before he reached the stairs, he thought he heard Claire’s name and stopped short.