Walking John home

The siblings walked in silence for a while as they left the thrum of noise and conversation behind them, until all that remained was the sound of their footsteps. Claire's attempt to pull her brother away from the party had dragged out much longer than she had hoped. It was well past midnight now and she could feel the familiar **** on her faculties as the vodka she'd been pressed into drinking started to set in. John was already much worse for wear. It was clear he couldn't take a straight step on his own and he leaned heavily on Claire, his arm draped over her shoulder for support.

For several minutes the siblings didn't speak to each other. Claire couldn't bring herself to say a word to her brother after what she'd just allowed to happen. It didn't bother Claire herself that much. She was no stranger to embarrassing situations. She'd just learned how to move on and put things behind her. 'Who cares what some kids think of me?' she thought to herself. 'I don't know them. None of that stuff mattered at all.' She could bury it at the back of her mind with the other things she'd done out drinking at college.

What really worried Claire however was what John was thinking. He wasn't the type to let things go so easily. What was he thinking right now? Was his mind spiralling in a toxic cycle of thoughts about himself and about her? Was he doubting everything he knew about her? Eventually the weight of the silence got too much for Claire to take.

"So... how was the party?" His head twisted towards her in response to the noise.

"Mmm?... Goood."

"You had fun."

"Yeah, was great." John's tone was surprisingly light.

"Are you okay John?"

"Huh, yeah. What d'you mean?"

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed her brother really did forget what just happened. It seemed so convenient, but John really was out of it. If that was actually the case, there was no point in dwelling on it herself. Claire just had to forget about it too. She shook the thought from her head and **** herself to engage with her brother.

"Oh, it's nothing. Why did you go out anyway?"

"My friend invited me out... to pull some giiirls" he almost sang the last word.

"Oh really?" It amused Claire to imagine her brother trying to chat up girls at a party. It hadn't gone well for him if the state she found him in was any indication. Claire felt like it wasn't the whole story for why he'd gotten so wasted but she'd pull it out of him if she kept him talking.

"I'm so horny."

Claire snorted through her teeth at her brother's blunt admission. Now wasn't the time to chastise John for his behaviour though. Claire was sure she must have said some embarrassing things after the party last night when she was blackout drunk too, but the one thing she did remember was his arm around her, keeping her warm, safe and supported as they made their way home. She wanted John to remember that feeling too, so she could stand to suffer a little cringe from her brother. It would just give her some funny stories to hold over him later.

Suddenly Claire startled as she felt a hand on her chest. With the hand wrapped around her, John cupped her breast and bounced it in his palm. Clearly the night had robbed him of any sense of shame or restraint.

"Hey, hands to yourself!" She brushed him off and thankfully his hand fell back to her side without contest.

“You have ama- amazing boooobies Claire.”

“Thanks John,” she humoured his shameless confession. The sober John would have keeled over in embarrassment hearing himself say that.

“They’re so big and soft and…”

“Is this how you were flirting tonight?” Claire was very eager to turn the conversation towards anything but her breasts.

“I was… I was… I said to her ‘Heey, you look pretty. I like your eyes.’”

“Their eyes, huh? Well that’s a little better I guess.”

“My friend said that’s where all the sluts were going.”

“Is that why you went out then? To nail some sluts?”

“I just need to cum all the time.”

“uh-huh”

“No, I mean like allll the time”

“Yeah, I get it bro. I know about your treatment. I still think it’s kinda dumb but if its working for you.”

Claire still wasn't quite sure what to make of their therapy. It had certainly upended their lives in multiple ways, but that in itself didn't make it wrong. Sure the treatment was unconventional, but their family's issues were equally unusual. The doctor always seemed to back up her outlandish assertions and suggestions with explanations that sounded quite reasonable. There was just something about her that rubbed Claire the wrong way though.

Nevertheless, their family was committed to their treatment now. Only the final results would tell if they were right to place their trust in the doctor.

“So did you pull any sluts?” Claire asked, turning her attention back to her brother.

“Mmm. She had a nice ass. I said that. She said she… she’d love to see my cock. I took her to the toilet, and she took my cock out. She said it was the nicest one she’d seen…” He trailed off. Though she couldn’t see his face, Claire realised the girl’s throwaway line probably meant a lot to him. She wouldn’t tell him girls say that to every guy they’re with.

“Then you did it?”

“I threw up on her.”

“Oh wow, way to stick the landing bro.” She laughed, despite herself. It was no wonder John was acting so horny, having been left blue balled like that.

“You have a nice ass too.” His hand behind her came down to stroke her butt through her skirt. ‘Just put up with it Claire. It’s not worth drawing this out.’ she told herself as she reluctantly accepted it. This newfound perversity was far from Claire’s favourite side effect of John’s treatment. “You’re sssoooo sexy Sis. You don’t need to get guys drunk to get them to fuck you.”

“You don’t either John. Annie wasn’t drunk, was she? She really seems to like you.” Claire hoped that reminding John of his ‘girlfriend’ would trigger a little guilt about touching her.

“I love Annie. I love her” he said, still stroking her ass. “She’s so nice and kind and beauti… and sexy.”

“You should tell her that. She’d love to hear it.” Curious to probe him in his honest state she asked, “Do you think you want to be with Annie, like as a couple?”

“I want her…” He took a long pause before he continued. “She doesn’t want me. She just wants my c-cock. I’m not good for her.” He finally stopped stroking her ass. It took him a moment to get out his next words. “I **** her.”

“You **** her?!”

“I was... I was strapped to her head and I made her swallow it.”

“Strapped? John, I’m not following.” It was no use trying to get a straight answer out of him like this. It seemed to really bother him so she’d have to ask Annie about it when she saw her. “Listen John. I spoke to Annie last night. I saw the way she looked at you. She wasn’t mad John. She really likes you. She didn’t have a bad thing to say about you. Whatever it is you think you **** her to do, you didn’t. She must have wanted it if she came back for you like that.”

“Wanted it?”

“Yeah, she wanted it. She wants you. Trust me. I’m a girl. I know these things.” Claire hoped that what she was saying reached his heart and he would try to make things work with Annie. From the little she saw of her and what she remembered from school, she seemed good for him. Her words seemed to mollify him somewhat.

Much to her dismay however, with his relief he returned his attention back towards her ass. He slid his fingers down and under her skirt. It took all of Claire’s restraint to hold herself back. John wouldn't remember groping her ass after tonight but he might certainly remember his sister slapping him. She had to remind herself that that her goal was to make John feel warm and safe like she had last night. They walked in silence for some time while John kept himself busy rubbing and pawing at her ass before he spoke up again.

“Sis, I‘m so horny.”

“You can see to that when we get home” Claire growled at him, letting some of her frustration at his behaviour show through.

“No. I can’t do it on my own.”

“Sure you can. You’re a big boy now.”

“Just lemme see your tits.”

“John, behave! I’m your sister.”

“Please. I’ll be quick.”

“You can sort it out when we get home John.”

“That’s too far. I need to cum now.” John was starting to drag his heels. It would take all night to get him home at this rate.

“John, I’m losing my patience.” When they were little, those words would have been enough to make him behave himself. Now it did nothing to make him pick up the pace.

“Claire, come on. Everyone else has seen them.”

“John!” Those words stung coming from her brother.

“I’m sorry. It’s just I really need to cum. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Rgh” Claire growled. Since she'd returned from college, John had become such a pervert. It had been years since he'd grown out of ogling her but now Claire noticed that that behaviour was back in full ****. It was obvious his therapy treatment was to blame for it. He wasn't the only one that had changed after all. Their treatment was only set to last a few more weeks though. After that, they would all go back to being a normal, healthier family, and none of the ordeals they'd have to go through to get there would matter.

She just had to put up with this perverted doppelganger she had for a brother in the meantime. She couldn't let herself fall out with him over behaviour that wasn't really his. This therapy was not worth losing her brother over.

‘Just humour him. It’s only a few more weeks’ she conceded to herself. John was so drunk he wouldn’t even remember this anyway, and Claire could always put it behind her like everything else that night. “Fine. But not here. Let’s go somewhere out of the way.” The last thing Claire wanted was to be seen flashing her brother her tits.

“Thanks Sis. I love you so much.” He happily allowed himself to be led along again. She considered using the opportunity to just get him home but once he'd realise she'd tricked him, he would really kick off. It was best just to get it all over with.

Walking a little further on, she found a bench tucked off to the side of the path under some trees and led her brother to it. She sat herself down with him for a moment to catch her breath. As she checked her surroundings to ensure wouldn’t be seen from the path, she noticed streaks of dried cum stains on the seat beside her and pulled herself back up in disgust. It looked like some slut had discarded their bra in the bush behind the bench. Claire could use that to catch John's mess in at least.

It took Claire a moment to comprehend just what she'd signed up for. She was going to show her brother her bare breasts, and he was going to jerk himself off to them in a public park. It suddenly occurred to her how messed up that was, but it was too late to stop now. John was already adjusting his pants to pull out an organ Claire really didn't want to see.

Claire tore her attention away from him and turned away. It was far from her first time showing off her tits to a guy, not even her first time that night. She'd already assured herself that she could put this behind her, but it was still difficult to put herself through it. She was a very different girl than the one that considered practicing her first blowjob on her brother. Despite Jody's every effort to get her into **** porn, Claire had only solidified a stance that intimacy with her brother was wrong. Masturbating with her brother had been one thing, but inviting him to get himself off specifically to her was something that couldn't sit right with her.

And yet, Claire had committed herself to going through with this. John was sat behind her, no doubt with his member in hand in eager anticipation of seeing those orbs he'd spent years of his youth dreaming about. If a show of softcore intimacy was the price to pay to keep their relationship strong through their therapy, then she just had to accept that.

There was no sense in dragging it out any longer. Every passing minute would just make it more difficult to go through with. Without any further room for doubt, Claire lifted her camisole up straight over her shoulders and dropped it down by her handbag. Then without giving herself a moment to think on it, she turned back to face John.

Both of the siblings stared wide-eyed. While John took in the sight of Claire's breasts, her gaze automatically fell to his crotch. John's cock was not covered by his hand as she thought, but stood out in the open completely exposed to her view. It wasn't her first time seeing it that week, but this time she wasn't stumbling in on her brother asleep and undressed. This time was very much intentional and that made a world of difference.

"C'mon, lemme see. Bring 'em down here."

John's voice interrupted her thoughts. In a daze, she moved to comply with his command without thinking. Claire pulled the discarded bra from the bush and dropped it on the ground to give her knees padding, then kneeled down on the ground between John's legs so her bare breasts hung inches from his crotch. Before she knew what she was doing, John's cock was sitting right before her face.

By this point, Claire's head was swimming, and the edges of her vision were growing blurry. Her entire focus was helplessly drawn to studying the phallus in front of her. John's cock wasn't the biggest she had seen, but it had a decent size to it. It was aesthetically clean and pleasing to look at as far as penises went.

His balls on the other hand, were by far the biggest she'd ever seen. Claire couldn't help but think about how much hot, sticky fluid must be contained within, and imagine trying to take such a load in her mouth. She flushed at realising what her mind had conjured up and banished the thought, guiltily swallowing the puddle of drool that had spawned around her tongue. It was inevitable she was going to see just how big his load was in just a short while, but it wasn't something she needed to think about.

As though suddenly remembering the point of this exercise, John's hand shot to his junk and started working away at it. Not wanting the image of John lecherously leering at her to be burned into her brain, Claire kept her head down facing his crotch. She couldn't drag her eyes away. A morbid fascination fuelled by a pint of vodka washing over her mind kept her gaze locked on her brother's cock.

"Fuck, Claire. Your tits are the best."

John continued to fill the silence with his moans and praise for her body. Claire started to tune him out, focusing entirely on his hand as it glided up and down his cock. The motion was almost hypnotic, and she allowed herself to zone out watching it. Eventually however, her frustration began to build up again inside her as she realised how much time was passing without any sign of John approaching a climax.

“Come on John. This is taking way too long.”

“I’m trying. I told you I can’t do it on my own.”

“For fuck’s sake John.” Either John was messing with her, or **** did not take kindly to John’s junk.

"Jus' suck on it a bit."

"I'm not sucking on my brother's cock!" Her frustration caused her declaration to come out louder than she meant to, and she quickly looked around to check the coast was clear.

“You’ve sucked everyone else off!"

All of a sudden John wasn't slurring his words anymore. His eyes were glaring into Claire and his tone had a **** to it she had never heard from him before. She felt a cold shiver of dread run down her spine.

"I heard all about it. You put out for everyone at college. Dozens and dozens of guys.”

“John, that’s-”

“Even my friends know how much of a slut you are. They were like ‘Aw, is your sister not coming? I wanted to get some of that tonight.’ They kept telling me how easy it would be to get into your pants. They told me all the things they'd have you begging them to do to you.”

“John, I-”

“And they were right! Ant was humping you and you never stopped him. You were begging him for more! 'Please, I need this. Do me more!' That's what you were saying. I saw that look in your eyes. You wanted him to take it further. You would have let him bang you if I wasn’t there! Then all my friends would know me as that guy with the whore sister who always puts out.”

“John…” Claire’s voice faltered. That wasn’t true, was it? The horrifying thing was that Claire couldn't say.

“You let any guy who wants to rail you, but I’m the sick one for thinking you’re sexy. All my friends can have a ride on you, but I’m the perv for looking at those fat tits you shove in everyone’s faces. It’s not fair. If I was anyone else, you’d be stuffing my cock down your throat right now. But you’re my sister, so I just have to live in shame of the things that I feel, and the things people say about you, and what you let them do to you. God, why do I have to be brother to such a shameless whore?”

Tears were streaming down Claire’s face. John's verbal **** was too much for her to handle. It felt like his words were hacking away at her very soul. Claire now understood what had driven him to drink that night. He had found out something that reviled him - something he fervently wanted to deny. He had bottled up all that animosity towards her, tried to bury it down and wash it all away, but it sat like a weight in his stomach and continued to grow. And now it came bubbling up out of him like bile.

But the worst part about it all was that he wasn’t wrong. She’d always tried to justify it or make excuses for her disgusting behaviour. It stung to admit it, but she really was the whore he thought she was, and it was costing her everything. She was losing her brother’s love, one of the things she treasured most, all because she couldn’t keep it in her pants. She deserved the way he was treating her.

“Alright John. I’ll do it. If that’s what you want. If that's what you think of me. I'll do it. I’ll make you cum.”

John finally finished his tirade as Claire spoke up, stopped for a moment as he processed what she said, then his eyes opened wide.

“Wait! Sis, I didn’t mean-”

“Yes, you did,” she cut him off, “and you’re right. It isn’t fair. It's not your fault your sisters a shameless whore. I can't blame you for feeling like that when I'm the one flaunting my body. I need to make it up to you.” Though her voice shook, Claire put as much **** behind it as she could muster. John backed down and sat back, his eyes locked on her as he lay his hands to his side.

Clare told herself countless times that she was going to change her degenerate ways, but she'd always kept putting it off. Even the incriminating evidence of the things she'd done being made public hadn't spurred her to action. She needed to be punished. If allowing herself to be treated like her brother's whore couldn't **** her to change, then she really was hopeless.

John's cock twitched before her face in anticipation of her touch. Though she herself hesitated Claire's arm rose into his lap of its own accord. Her muscles carried out the motion they remembered all too well. Her palm slowly approached his penis before her fingers curled around its shaft in a practiced firm yet gentle grip.

Claire froze as she came into contact with her brother's dick. No alarm bells rang out to warn against what she was doing. No heavenly chorus descended to smite her for the act. Her hand didn't burn on contact with the forbidden flesh. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about the moment she crossed over that incestuous line. It was just like any other penis she had touched. She could have even mistaken it for one of them she had taken into her mouth. It terrified Claire how banal it felt to hold her own brother's cock in her hand. And yet it felt so normal that her hand automatically began working away at pleasuring it out of reflex.

It took no time at all for Claire's body to fall back into the familiar routine. She didn't give hand jobs often, as she preferred giving head, but she'd given enough of them for it to be locked into her body's instincts. Now that she had started, it was impossible for her to stop. Her mind's inner turmoil meant nothing to her body's animalistic response to the penis in her hand.

John groaned and sank back into the bench in response to the stimulation, forcing Claire to adjust her posture. She rose straight up onto her knees, and with the extra weight she felt the ground pushing into them even through the padding of the bra. She just accepted it. This act was for her punishment, not for her comfort. The bruises on her knees would just be a badge to show the world what a whore she was. Her new position brought her tits up on open display to John. She arched her back, drew her shoulders back and pushed her chest out for him. If her fat udders were the only thing people cared about her, she might as well make them available.

Claire's thoughts continued to spiral into self-hatred. With her body on autopilot, there was nothing to distract her from her guilt and her contempt for what she'd allowed herself to become. Her mind conjured up ways to further her humiliation, narrowly kept in check by boundaries she could never cross with her brother. 'Suck on it. Give him what he wants' the voice of self-loathing whispered to her. That's what she deserved. She deserved to have it shoved so far down her throat she gagged on it, but she couldn't do it, even to atone. Putting her own brother's dick inside herself would just be going to far.

As soon as she pushed the idea out however, the voice provided another, compelling her to lower her head down into his lap. Rather than to her lips, she laid the penis flat against her cheek and began to nuzzle it. 'That's right, you dirty sow. Rub it in your face.' It was such a degrading act, like marking her face as his sexual plaything, but she couldn't help herself. John's penis was hot and sweaty. Its strong, masculine stench filled her nostrils. His pubes brushed against her chin. John's cock dominated every one of her senses and consumed her thoughts.

Claire felt the unmistakable heat of arousal building in her loin. She resented herself for it but it couldn't be helped. She was on her knees, submissively debasing herself so a man could cover her fat tits in his seed. It was ticking off every box for her, but that was still no excuse. 'Such a dirty slut, getting off on sniffing your own brother's dick. You really are a shameless whore.' Her arousal reaffirmed her intrusive thoughts, spiralling her further into self-loathing. The humiliation only made her hornier.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with her brother's musk which grew more enticing by the minute. John's balls brushed against her lips. Her entire body urged her to take them into her mouth and worship them. It took all of her waning willpower to keep her lips sealed shut. She felt his cock twitch, and a trickle of precum ran down her nose, settling in the delve between her lips. She could taste the salty fluid; a flavour her mind fetishized. It furthered the temptation to let him in.

'As a woman, I long to submit to a man and be put in my natural place.' She heard the words in the back of her mind. She saw the truth in those words now. 'Such a position is only natural for a whore like me.' Her juices were trickling down her legs. Her pussy ached to be touched. Her thighs rubbed together of their own accord. She refused to let herself succumb to its need though. This was her punishment, her repentance. She didn't deserve to orgasm, especially not while servicing her own brother.

Claire took one last deep breath of her brother's scent, holding it in her lungs, before she rose back to her previous position and resumed quickly jerking the penis in her hand. She could see John's body growing tense. He was so close to cumming now. He just needed a final push.

“Please cum for me John. Cum all over my huge titties” she pleaded him. His eyes rose to lock with hers. “It’s okay John. I’m just a shameless whore that puts out for everyone.” A tear fell down Claire's cheek as she let the confession out. “This slutty bimbo loves your big, hard cock. It’s so thick and manly. The sexiest cock I’ve ever seen. And these heavy balls so full of yummy cum. I want it all over my face.” Once she gave voice to her self-loathing, she found it all come pouring out. “I’m a stupid slut. I’m nothing but a fat pair of fuck-pillows to serve as your cumrag. All I'm good for is serving cock. I only exist to make men cum. I need your cum so bad John. I want your huge load all over my fat titties. Please John. Please cum for me.”

John grunted to signal his approaching orgasm. Claire positioned herself and aimed his cock at her chest. At first she'd planned to catch John's load inside the discarded bra, but what was a whore like her good for if not to dump a man's seed onto.

"I'm cumming, sis!" John's first shot came out hard and fast, hitting Claire straight in the face. In surprise she let go and reeled back. With no one to aim it, his cock began to spray its payload where it pleased, over her face, hair and tits. The waves continued to shoot out, covering the whole front of her body in John's seed. She stifled a moan as she found herself living out a fantasy of hers. The volume of John's load was one she'd only seen in her fantasies.

Eventually the flood receded, and Claire wiped the traces of semen from her eye before she reopened them. For a moment she found herself staring in awe at John's testicles, before she snapped herself out of it. Claire was still pent up with her own arousal and she couldn't let it control her.

"Are you satisfied now John?" she asked, getting straight back to business.

"Yeah. Thank you Claire" he said dreamily.

Now that John was finally compliant, it was time to get him home. Claire shakily rose to her feet and picked up the bra she'd been using as knee pads. Now that she looked at it closer, a moment of shock ran through her. It was a size and design all too familiar to her. It was unmistakably her bra - one she had been wearing just the night before.

She looked again at the dried cum stains covering parts of the bench. Some memory niggled at the back of her mind but she couldn't quite reach it. Had she brought some boys all the way out here and let them have a way with her. 'Sound about right for a whore like me.' Another confirmation for the voice of self-deprecation inside of her.

She shoved the bra into her handbag and lifted John up to his feet. She didn't bother trying to clean or cover up the streaks of jism covering her body. She had nothing to clean it up and it would just soak right through her camisole. If someone saw her walking home topless and covered in spunk it would serve her right.

Claire was exhausted and frustrated, both mentally and sexually. She just wanted to get home, collapse into bed and let sleep take her away. She could figure out how to deal with everything tomorrow with a clearer head. She pulled John over her shoulder. He sleepily allowed Claire to lead him, not even commenting on the sopping display of naked flesh beside him.

Claire's own footsteps were unsteady and her vision blurred, the **** having steadily creeped into his system while she was busy pleasuring John. Despite that, she still managed to find her way home. Fortunately no one was out this late and they got home without incident.

Lilith was still asleep when they got back. Claire crumpled up the note she'd left then led her brother up to the bedroom and laid him in bed. She wiped down her hair with a towel to keep it from crusting, but left the rest of the mess for her shower in the morning. She was simply too tired for anything else, even getting changed. She set herself down in the bed next to John and was asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.