Claire's proposal

Claire had departed the breakfast table ahead of John. After what had happened, she was now convinced she had to go through with her plans. John had completely closed himself off, too ashamed to admit his feelings to his own family. It was her fault he was this way, and so it was her responsibility to help him break out of that mentality. She had to undo years of shunning his natural emotions. There was no time to second guess herself now.

Lilith had already cleared away the kitchen before John rose from the table. He was in no rush to face his sister, but he couldn't keep her waiting all day. He slowly ambled his way up the stairs and through the door to his bedroom. Claire was sat on his bed when he arrived. She looked up at him as he entered but her face gave nothing away about how she was feeling.

“Hey John. You ready to talk?”

“Sure sis. What’s up?”

He tried to remain casual while he scoped out the situation. Claire patted the bed beside her, indicating for him to take a seat next to her and he did so.

“Do you remember me walking you home from the party last night?”

“Uh, yeah. A little I guess.”

“You said something to me” she said, looking at him expectantly.

John wasn't sure what she was referring to. He faintly remembered he'd gotten a little handsy with her and made crude comments about her body. That was a little embarrassing to think about. He hoped she wasn't referring to that. After it became clear John wasn't going to speak up, Claire continued.

“You called me a shameless whore.”

John stared dead at his sister, hoping that she was joking but her face remained serious. He tried to recall having said that to her but he just couldn't. He couldn't believe he would say something so cruel. He'd been hearing rumours about his sister, but he never wanted to acknowledge them. Had they really gotten to him that badly?

“Oh, shit, Claire. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay John. I needed to hear it. I am a shameless whore, and I need to change.”

Claire admitting to the slur shocked John even more, leaving him completely speechless. He didn't know she hated herself so much. He had wondered what issues Claire even had to see Doctor Valentine about. She always seemed so confident and sure of herself. It seemed like that was just a mask she wore in front of him.

“You told me something else as well. You told me all about the shame you feel at being attracted to me, for feeling the same way every other guy feels towards me, and that you have to bury all those feelings down inside yourself because it’s wrong to feel that way."

Claire paused for a moment. It was clear she was having trouble getting the words out.

“You might not even realise it, but you resent me for it. You told me all that when you were drunk last night, that you couldn’t even stand to be my brother.”

“Claire, I-”

“Please John, let me finish" she stopped him, struggling to hold back tears. "It wasn’t your fault. You were right. I’ve been letting everyone else have their way with my body, but acting like you’re a pervert just for looking. It’s perfectly normal for a guy to be attracted to a... a slutty body like mine, but just because you’re my brother, I’ve made you feel like a freak for having those natural feelings. It’s not like you were trying to actually have sex with me. This is all my fault.”

Her voice cracked on the last line as she struggled to hold back emotion.

“I love you so much John, I don’t want to lose you. So please… I need to make it up to you.”

“You really don’t have to make anything up to me” he tried to console her. He hated to see her so distraught over something he'd said to her.

“No, John. I need to. You probably aren’t even aware of them, but those feelings are all there buried inside of you. I felt the full **** of them last night. I’m afraid if nothing changes, those feelings will keep growing and growing until you don't want to be my brother anymore. I don’t want to lose you John.”

John had no idea he'd felt that way, but he couldn't really deny it either. What she said seemed to resonate with something in the deepest recesses of his mind. Perhaps he really did have these feelings he wasn't even aware of. He would never, ever disown his sister, but perhaps there was a part of him that wanted to buried deep down inside himself.

There was no helping it. John couldn't argue the legitimacy of Claire's fears. The only way to console her was to let her do what she felt she needed to.

“Alright Claire, I understand. What do you want to do?”

"First, I want you to know that I’m going to work really hard on my treatment plan so I can change. I’m not going to be someone you’re ashamed to be related to anymore."

John really wanted to tell her he wasn’t ashamed of her but he feared the words might ring hollow if he said them aloud.

"Secondly, I'm swearing off drinking."

"No Claire. You can't do that." John couldn’t keep quiet at that. He couldn’t let her give up something she enjoyed so much for his sake.

"I need to John. I can’t trust myself when I’m drunk."

"But you..." From what he had heard, all of Claire's indecent behaviour occurred when she was drunk, but still, he hated to think that this was the solution. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, prompting her to look at him in the eye. He spoke as gently as he could. "I really enjoyed drinking with you."

"I did too John but-"

"I want to do that again with you. And the girls too. I want to hang out with all of you again. It can be just the five of us. We don't need to go anywhere. If you’re doing this for me, then that’s what I want."

"But I..."

"If you can't trust yourself then trust me. Let me have full control of what and when you drink. Let me bear that responsibility."

"John..." John thought he might have been too pushy making his demand, but Claire seemed touched by it. "Alright. I trust you. I'll let you have control, and I'll get the girls together sometime. Just the five of us. Thank you John."

Claire seemed to calm down a little. Her breathing shallowed as she gathered herself. John gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder then waited for her to continue. Claire had always been the stronger sibling. It was unnerving to see her so ****, but it was also somehow assuring that given the right situation, she too would stumble over her words just like John. They were both more alike than he realised.

"John, I need you to know there's nothing wrong with being attracted to me. I don’t want you to feel guilty about it anymore, so… please don't feel bad about checking me out. I’m not going to get mad at you for it.”

Claire straightened herself up, pushing her chest out to accentuate her words. When John maintained eye contact, she gestured down with her eyes, practically insisting he stare down at her tits. He felt weird receiving such an invitation, but complied without further resistance. From his vantage point, he got an appetising view down her top into her deep cleavage. John could tell she wasn't fully comfortable with it, but **** herself to arch her chest out to give him a clear a view as possible.

“Also, I know you need to ejaculate a bunch of times each day… so I… I don’t mind if you think of me… when you masturbate.”

"Claire, you can't say-" It was one thing to passively accept him leering at her and another to encourage him to jack off to her.

“No, I mean it" she interrupted him, returning to her headstrong nature despite the situation. "You need to convince yourself that its okay to feel that way about me. They're just fantasies. There's nothing to feel guilty about, right?”

"Yeah, I guess you're right." John didn't disagree with what his sister was saying. There was no harm in idle fantasies. He'd been telling himself that for years. He was just a bit perplexed she was the one saying it. He had come into the conversation expecting to be chastised for this behaviour, not excused for it. "Is that all?"

"Actually, there's one more thing. You enjoyed it when we masturbated together yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." There was no point trying to deny it. It was clear they both had really gotten into it, and somehow John couldn't bring himself to regret it despite how taboo it should have been. Claire had convinced him it was a good thing for their relationship, and it had undoubtedly brought them closer together after an awkward spell between them both. "You want to make that a regular thing then?"

"No... Well yes, but I wanted to make that a thing even before last night. You remember how it ended though? When I made you touch me?"

"Oh yeah. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be. Its okay, really. What I mean is... what I'm trying to say is its okay if you do that."

"Uh... do what?" he asked. She couldn't be saying what he thought she was.

"Touch me. You can touch me. When we're masturbating, that is. And not down there."

"You cant be serious sis."

"I am serious. I've thought really hard about this. Looking isn't going to be enough. You need a way to relieve all that pent up frustration."

John couldn't help looking at his sister incredulously.

"Listen John. You don't know what it was like to hear what you said to me last night. That horrible ghoul of guilt and frustration that you became, that only saw me as a sex object. I never want to see you become that thing again John, but all that bitterness you feel toward me is still there inside you. The only way to relieve it is to satisfy it. So please John. Just until you work all that frustration out of your system, would you use my body to get yourself off?"

John felt himself grow the hardest he'd ever been. No one had ever made him such an erotic proposition to him. Any objection he may have had was eradicated as sheer horniness drowned out any sense of reason. His dick had taken full rein.

"Yes! I mean, sure" he cried out, a little too enthusiastically. Claire gave him a shallow smile.

"Then, um... shall we?"

"Huh? Now?" John thought he'd have at least a few hours to mentally prepare himself, and come to regret his decision as his libido left the pilot seat.

"We've got a busy day ahead of us. I'm not sure we'll have time later."

"Oh, yeah, right" he said, remembering he was going to be out with her for most of the day.

"Okay, you get us plugged in then. I'll let mom know." She crossed the room and leaned her head out the door. "Mom! John and I are going to masturbate" she called down the stairs, in the same tone she would announce she was going out for milk.

"O-okay honey" Lilith called back a moment later.

The whole situation felt so surreal to John. He was still wrapping his head around his sister asking him to masturbate while thinking about her. A week ago he would never have imagined watching porn with her would become a daily occurrence. John trusted Claire though. She was smart, and he knew she would never lead them across the line into doing something immoral. If she genuinely thought this was the way to maintain their relationship, then John needed to stop worrying and just enjoy the ride.