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“You’ve definitely got a bit of a submissive streak, don’t you?” John asked with a chuckle. His cock twitched as Violet lazily ran her hand up and down, smearing pre-cum around the head with her thumb.

She gave a little pout. “No! Didn’t you hear the first one? I was clearly in control,” she insisted.

John raised an eyebrow. “Being in control doesn’t necessarily make you less submissive. You guided things, sure, but I can’t say you came off as dominant.”

“I can be both,” Violet huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

Smiling, John leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Maybe. But none of your stories make you particularly domineering… Not that I’m complaining. Can’t say I’m especially into being dominated, anyway.”

“It’s all your fault. Yours and Mom’s. It’s the stuff you guys look at, it’s influenced me,” Violet muttered, poking at his chest, which only made him chuckle agan.

“Why’d you keep calling her mom, by the way?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

She snuggled closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Why? Does it bother you?” she whispered. After a soft sigh, she continued, “I suppose it just happened. Being a ghost comes with a handful of tricks. Possession is one of them, though it’s not something I’m great at, especially with people. It’s easier when they’re sleeping, though. That’s how I learned I could slip into dreams. Can’t control them though, that’d be fun… I’m just kinda along for the ride.”

Her fingertip traced slow circles across his chest. “Your mom kept dreaming about you and her non-existent daughter. I just happened to get put into that role, and… it was nice,” she said, sighing with a smile. “The way she looked at me in those dreams… It’s everything I ever wanted from a mother. Might sound silly, but over time it felt weirder to call her by her name, and Mom became natural.”

She fell silent for a moment before looking up at him, their eyes locking. “If it bothers you, I can try to stop… Although it feels deliciously wicked to view each other as siblings, step-siblings? Adoptive siblings? Is that even a thing? Doesn’t matter… Point is, I’d be such a great sister.”

A smile he’d become familiar with formed on Violet’s face. “I’d help with your homework, crush you at video games, let you crawl into my bed when you get scared, take baths together and of course I’d wake you up by sucking your cock every morni-”

“Alright!” John interrupted. His heart thrummed in his chest. “... Those last ones aren’t exactly ‘sisterly’ though, don’t you think?”

“Mmm? I think they’re quite sisterly,” Violet replied sweetly. “After all, it’s a big sister’s duty to take care of her little brother, isn’t it? And let’s not pretend your dick hasn’t been throbbing constantly since I started talking about it. Ooh! That reminds me of a fantasy I had…”

Extending his arms, John felt the muscles tighten as he stretched, yawning loudly before he checked the time. He was surprised to find he’d woken up early on his day off. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, he climbed out of bed, tugging off his clothing and tossed them like a ball into the hamper, then wrapped a towel around his waist.

As he padded towards the bathroom, he paused outside his sister’s bedroom, frowning slightly. ’If I’m up this early, I’m not letting her laze about all day.’

A mischievous grin crept across his face as he quietly cracked the door open. The curtains let in only a sliver of light, casting most of the room in shadow. Slowly, John stalked closer until he reached the bed, then he leapt onto the mounted covers.

“Vee, time to get up. I’m jumping in the shower before breakfast, and if you want any, you’re going to have to get up and out of bed!” he announced, bouncing lightly so as not to wake their mother across the hall.

As John shook her, Violet groggily pulled the blanket from her face. “Mmmh? Ugh, time’s it…?” she mumbled, shifting in an attempt to bury herself deeper into bed.

“Doesn’t matter, time to get up,” he half-sang, sitting back on his haunches.

Violet rubbed at her eyes, slowly pushing herself up the bed. The blanket slipped, revealing her bare chest.

John’s eyes widened. He tried to look away, but was unable to restrain himself from stealing glances. “Uhm, Vee,” he said sheepishly, gesturing towards her chest. “Y-you’re, uh…”

Violet glanced down, then smirked. “What? They’re just tits. Don’t tell me you’re getting shy? Or is it that you wanna touch ‘em?”

He jumped from the bed, standing stiffly, and turned away from her while keeping a tight grip on his towel.

Violet teased him from behind, “You know I sleep naked, right? Is that the real reason you came to wake me? Hoping for a peek?”

John heard as Violet’s foot hit the floor, the sound of fabric falling and another step behind him. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. You’re curious and it’s a big sister’s job to teach her little brother this kind of thing,” she purred.

He jumped when he felt the soft press of her nipples against his back as she wrapped her arms around him. Instinctively, he took a few hurried steps toward the door.

“John, wait,” Violet called, causing him to stop.

He turned, keeping his eyes tightly shut, only to flinch once more as her palm pressed firmly over the front of his towel.

“What do we have here? A gift for me?” she cooed, rubbing gently. “I’m not sure little brothers should have such a reaction from seeing their sister naked. Maybe it’s time you get in the shower, I’m sure getting back to your usual routine will help. Anyway, I need to wake up a little more… see you soon.”

His eyes snapped open just in time to see Violet in all her naked beauty give him a playful wink before the door slammed shut in his face.

He looked down, and the noticeable tent in his towel caused his face to burn. As he walked away, the word “routine” echoed in his mind. The way she’d said it made him wonder… Did she know what he did in the shower?

Shaking his head, John closed the bathroom door behind him and hung his towel on the rail. He turned the water on and waited as it warmed before stepping in and just letting it cascade down his body, trying to clear his mind.

Another noise made him turn towards the door. A pair of hands slid beneath his arms and wrapped around his chest. Soft breasts pressed against his back, unmistakable whose they were as the feeling was imprinted in his mind

“Don’t worry, we don’t need to rush,” Violet whispered, kissing his shoulder while her hands gently roamed his chest.

His dick twitched, responding almost instantly to her touch. Her nipples hardened and brushed against his skin.

“I, uhm, Vee. W-what are you doing?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

One of her hands travelled down his body, before gripping onto his cock. “Well, you said, ‘If you want any, you’ll have to get out of bed,’ so here I am,” Violet stated matter-of-factly as she began stroking his twitching cock. “I’m here to get some of my little brother… Just being a helpful big sister by making sure you start your morning right.”

“But we sh-” John began, only for Violet to interrupt him by tightening her grip slightly.

“Shouldn’t? Why not?” she cut in smoothly, cooing into his ear as she stroked him slowly. “If we both want this, if we’re both getting pleasure, why shouldn’t we?”

John’s voice died in his throat as he tried to respond. “But we’re-”

“Siblings? Yes, and who better to take care of you, and doesn’t that fact turn you on more?” she purred. “You can’t lie to me, I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand with every whisper, every time my nipples move across your skin.”

Struggling to keep his voice steady, he attempted to continue his argument, “But it’s-”

“Wrong? Who says?” Violet retorted, a jolt of pleasure running through him as she kissed his shoulder. “No one would ever know. And honestly, does it feel wrong to you?” Another jolt as she kissed the other side. “I noticed you staring the other night during family movie night. I was so careless, wasn’t I? Not only had I ‘accidentally’ let my robe open, but I forgot my underwear too.” Violet paused to moan in his ear, which was when he noticed the wet sounds of her fingers between her legs. “Just thinking about it is getting me as wet as I was then.”

“But it’d be-” he started, hesitating from the anticipation of Violet interrupting him before finishing.

“****? Maybe that makes me want it more,” Violet murmured, pressing a slow kiss beneath his jaw. “You really think I haven’t noticed those glances? The way your eyes linger on me... or Mom?” Another kiss, this time near his ear. “I’ve seen what you write, you know. I’ve read all your little stories you have saved on your computer.” She paused, letting the silence press as her thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock before adding, “Some of those characters seem very familiar, you know.

John’s head snapped to look at her, but Violet only smiled, brushing her lips against his. “It turns me on every time you write something new. Especially when it’s obvious who inspired it.”

“That’s not… I didn’t… It’s not what you think,” John protested weakly, a moan escaping as Violet’s grip tightened again, sending a wave of pleasure up his back.

“But it is,” she whispered, her voice low and warm as it tickled his ear. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I love every part of you, even the things you think you should keep secret.”

Violet pulled her hand away. “I have my own confession, you know… I have quite the **** kink myself,” she whispered. John wasn’t given any room to complain as her other hand returned to his throbbing member. Warm and slick with her own pleasure, she continued to stroke him. “Always thinking of you and Mom… Gods, I’m glad Mom’s walls are so thin, it’s so hot hearing her moans, her cries of pleasure.”

A sound seemingly caught Violet’s attention, and John soon realised what it was when Violet spun them around, putting him between her and the door. Violet’s hand retracted from John’s dick and the two watched in horror as Brenda stepped through the door.

The siblings held their breath, watching as Brenda trudged towards the sink. Her vacant state was deep enough that she neither noticed them nor the sound of the shower running

“What do we do?” John whispered, his voice low but panic evident.

Violet remained silent as Brenda stood before the mirror, turning on the water and gazing at her own reflection.

Both John and Violet tensed, seeing Brenda’s eyes flick to their reflection in the misted mirror. She stared blankly, as if lost in thought for hours, though likely only a few seconds. Her eyes were unfocused, devoid of recognition, as if she looked through them rather than at them, unaware of their presence or the running shower.

Brenda blinked slowly, then opened her mouth to stretch her jaw, before interlacing her fingers and reaching upwards to the ceiling. John’s gaze settled on the t-shirt she wore, one of his, already ill-fitting and tight, the outline of her nipples quite visible beneath the stretched fabric.

Noticing her shirt ride up due to the stretch, John’s gaze drifted lower, tracing the soft curves of her body. He couldn’t call her fat, but she did have a little extra padding, perfectly embodying the ideal image of a ‘mom-bod’.

He imagined the feeling of his hands and lips exploring her stomach, but quickly tried to banish the thought. His eyes lingered on the small tuft of hair ever so slightly peeking out over her lace trim shorts, and a flood of other thoughts rushed through his mind, making his body respond despite himself.

The twitch didn’t go unnoticed as Violet smirked impishly. Her hand trailed over his stomach, travelling lower and lower, until her fingers wrapped around his touch-hungry cock once more.

“Shhh, shh, shh,” Violet soothed, Silencing John’s objections before he could make them. She kissed his shoulder before continuing to whisper in his ear, “It’s early, she seems to be out of it. If we’re lucky, she’ll just walk out without noticing us.”

They both watched as their mother wiped some sleep from her eyes. She rolled her shoulders before looking down, causing a small smile to tug at her lips. She raised both hands to her boobs, lightly squeezing them before bouncing them in her palms, a content sigh escaping as she groped herself.

All the while Violet slowly let her hand tease John’s cock. She paused as John weakly placed his hand on her wrist. “Maybe we shouldn’t… what if she sees?”

Violet barely acknowledged the question, her voice a whisper, “She’s hot, isn’t she?” John’s hand was quickly and easily shaken off as she continued idly stroking him. “There’s nowhere for us to escape to, our only option of covering up is our towels, which are right next to her.”

She kissed his shoulder again. “If she caught us, she’d find her son and daughter in the shower together… Not necessarily something to be concerned about, but with your throbbing cock, and my pussy literally dripping… there’d be no way to explain, doesn’t matter if we were actually doing anything or not because it’s clear what we were doing…” John shivered as Violet licked his ear. “So… we might as well enjoy it while we can.”

John nodded slowly. Violet’s argument had points, despite them all being completely and utterly terrible. Yet… he found himself unable to argue. The feeling of her soft warm hand holding his dick, her fingers firmly rooted as pleasure surged. The sensation of her boobs against his back and nipples almost drawing little patterns as she pressed against him, all while he ogled his drop-dead gorgeous mother who groped herself.

With boobs in front of him and directly at his back, he couldn’t help to compare. Thinking back to when they stole his clothing to sleep or lounge in, both were stunning, each breathtaking in different ways. His shirts were always stretched against Brenda’s bust, and rode up showing off her midriff, the sight always caused John to stare. On the other hand Violet fit his shirts a little better, typically being a little more baggy, yet her nipples would always stand out, poking at the fabric.

John was brought back to reality, seeing Brenda begin to pull the shirt up. Time seemed to slow as more and more of her body was exposed. When she finally reached her tits, Brenda stopped. John’s eyes were glued to the underboob on show, almost like she was doing it for him specifically.

Finally, her tits bounced after being freed from their cotton confines. Brenda tossed the t-shirt over her shoulder in their direction.

The visual and physical stimulation was a lot, but Violet seemed to know exactly what to do; she was careful not to get him too worked up, but teased him just enough. As Brenda bent over at the hips, swaying her ass as she lowered her shorts, Violet’s hand sped up. John could almost feel Violet drooling as Brenda revealed her round ass and the two got a clear view of her deliciously wet pussy.

Brenda straightened up, both John and Violet clearly disappointed for a moment. Their mother admired her curves, one hand gently passing over her wide soft pink nipples, while her other hand dipped down, combing the neatly trimmed bush sitting atop her heavenly pussy. John’s eyes returned to her chest, admiring how it spilled between her fingers as she gently squeezed.

Her other hand retracted from between her legs and rested on her ass, mimicking the treatment she gave her breast, showing just how soft yet firm her body was as she fondled herself.

Brenda began to pinch and tug at her nipple, letting out a loud, drawn-out moan. Seeing this was too much for Violet who dropped to the shower floor, unable to contain herself any longer.

She knelt in front of him, staring directly at his cock, holding it right in front of herself as she licked her lips. Her eyes began to close as she leaned in.

John silently caught himself against the glass, steadying himself as he felt Violet’s plush lips connect with his dick, leaving trails of kisses up and down his shaft. Letting out a quiet sigh, he let his fingers comb through her hair.

Her tongue slipped out, licking him between kisses. Violet was particularly interested in the tip of his cock, kissing, licking, sucking and even lightly nibbling it as she explored.

John tried hard to keep his breathing and voice in check, though it seemed Violet wasn’t nearly as cautious, the wet sounds of her fingers between her legs, as well as her moaning, joined the pleasured sounds of their mother.

Violet let the tip of John’s dick slip into her mouth and she moaned, a vibration strong enough to drag out a loud grunt from John’s throat. The two froze in place. It was loud enough to be heard over both Violet and Brenda. Their mother was distracted, but even she couldn’t ignore it.

John panicked. Jerking him off was one thing, but getting caught with his dick in his big sister's mouth was entirely different.

John’s eyes were locked with Violet's. Neither moved, neither wanted to look, neither wanted to be the first to see the disappointment in their mother's eyes. The entire bathroom had gone silent; only the sound of running water was deafening, and the thought that eventually he would have to look at his mother caused his heart to pound louder and louder in his chest.

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