Brandon

Madison froze around Zack. It was one sensation to be slurping a boy's cock with wild abandon, but simply holding him inside felt like cradling a precious stone. Madison wished she could enjoy this a bit more however, given the voice that had called for her new lover.

"Can't say I have, Brandon!" Zack replied a bit too vocally. "I'm gonna guess bathroom!"

Silence. Madison's stomach lurched. She could smell her brother's suspicion light-years away.

"She wanted some extra sunscreen." Brandon emanated cold air that washed over Madison, and she shivered. Zack jerked against her hard palate. "She's gotta be in one of the bedrooms, you didn't see her?"

"N-No! I, uh--" he remembered the bedroom off to his left, fuck what is going on "--just came from one of the rooms myself!"

Silence again. Zack, just stay cool! Madison pleaded mentally.

"Zack, man, are you okay? It looks like you're kinda straddling the couch there, and you just ain't yourself."

"I just, er, pulled, er, muscle?" Zack was bad at this, Madison observed. If she could without being heard, her palm would slap her face right now. Brandon's going to find me here, and he's going to get mad, and Zack will be scared or guilty or whatever, and I'll never get this chance again, and FUCK IT

Brandon said something to Zack about what was really going on, but Madison answered anything that might have been on his mind. The cool air swirling his cock was such a stark contrast to the cozy wetness of Madison's mouth that he noticed that before her shadow. Brandon stopped talking and gawked at his topless, semen-smeared sister.

"The fuck," he roared. Flaming arrows landed on Zack from his eyes. "Zachary Andrew Bishop, you are fucking dead--"

"Brandon, stop!" Her breasts bobbed with her words, punctuating her frustration and, in more ways that one, captured her brother's attention. "I started this, I came in here and found Zack."

"I don't care, he should've stopped himself, and that's why his life is so fucking--"

"You're always doing this! I can't have anything like this with any guy!"

"It's a meat market out there!" Brandon tried very, very hard to keep her gaze. "There are guys who would eat you up in a second. Even if they're 'nice' and shit, they aren't. I'm not letting my sister go through that!"

"Then why can't I with someone you trust!" Madison spat with finality. "And I-- I... uh."

Brandon was about to speak, but his mouth closed for lack of anything to say. He glanced at her chest, and internally remarked on how they weren't kids anymore. His sister's flush crept along her as she looked at Zack, and her nipples inflated to hardened points.

Still, she was his sister, and he had to look out for her. If she and Zack didn't work out, how could be certain the next guy would treat her right? Zack himself, really, wasn't the model boyfriend either. He was cool and considerate, when his attention was focused. His wandering eyes lead to The Breakup, as it was called, and the last thing he ever wanted to see was his sister hurt like Lisa. He sighed the grating sigh of the exasperated.