Her Vibrat-- Phone is Dead

I can't lie: seeing my sister all flushed and just a touch twitchy is starting to become my kink. “Hey there,” I casually greet, triggering her frustrated grunt as she slips into my arms and permits my wandering hands. The jacket tied around her waist must be the only thing that kept her from being suspended for wearing that top: sky blue and with thin straps, it was barely covering her braless tits. Those straps would be all too easy to peel amid our make-out-hello, but showing her breasts in public might be pushing too far. I’m content slipping fingers into her cleavage to grope that unfettered nipple while my right hand wiggles between clenched thighs to tease her clit. With our lips and tongues joined along with all this, I make short work of however worked up she's gotten throughout the school day. Her thighs moisten as they continue to squeeze, and her words are breathed onto my lips in a trembling attempt to sound stern.

“Fuck, you were late, asshole.”

“Were you waiting for me before you let yourself get off?”

“Ah... I... no.” Confusion, then embarrassment, then, “Shut up and drive, you dork.” Only now, long after our make-out is done, does she pull away from my greedy digits... but I'm willing to call this progress.

Still, I make no more of the scene there in the lot... after all, I live with her. We've all night to continue working off her extracurricular assignment.

Returning home with only seven gems is a tragedy, even if Wendy's re-programming had to be done. For now, I've got the quick march up to the second floor to wait for Alice to...

I stop at the bend in the staircase and look back down... and there I see Alice's furrowed brow as she looks up to me. “You didn't talk to Hatts, did you?”

“You make that sound easy,” which is as good a deflection as I've got on hand at this question from left field.

She doesn't buy it. “This isn't funny or fun, Dave... you promised...”

Did I? Christ, being Sophia Lia's boss for a whole weekend really fucked up my expectation for my Custom Girls... but I could always push back a little, right?

“I think you had lots of fun the moment you met me after class today... and this morning.”

“I'm serious,” she almost hisses before looking around to make sure mom really wasn't around, “we need to... we need to stop this.”

I perch there on the top staircase, grasping both handrails, and give her a long look before daring to offer, “I think we'll stop today as long as you don't walk into my room.”

She blinks up at me, momentarily confused, but quickly shoots back, “Okay... why does that matter?”

“Because if you come into my room despite me saying that... well, I guess that means you want this to continue more than you feel bad about it.” She is stunned so I take a moment to add, “And you shouldn't feel bad about it... I mean, I do not feel used, really.”

“You- YOU feel USED? Y-You're having me suck your cock just to-”

“Don't enter my room today and I'll never assign my own cock again. But if you enter my room today... well, you're overdue.” My fatigued body almost hopes I don't pull the obvious--maybe just a bit mean--trick on my dear sister, but this one might be for all the marbles... or gems, rather. I still can’t believe it costs a whopping 70 just to make her crave cock. “I don't want you to suffer... but if you're body's been enjoying things, and if you keep coming when I play with you-”

“Sh-SSHut up!”

“... Hell, I bet you’re dreaming about me doing whatever it is you want me to do...” That stops her dead, but I don't let up, “I don't mind... and I like our time together too, if I'm honest. So if you really don't, then you won't come into my room today, period. You can knock if you need something, but if you open that door and come to me... then we'll both know what that means. Got it?”

She nods with naked suspicion and glowing cheeks, though whether she's embarrassed or horny is hard to tell. I continue on up the stairs and get my room ready.

Alice's latest daring outfit falls promptly in the basket in her closet. Being suddenly liberated from underwear doesn't register in her mind as anything odd, but what does is the fact that she dedicated two whole drawers just to her old bras and panties. Like childhood accessories, it was bizarre she had kept them until now; why dose she still hoard these things, even though she'd never be caught dead wearing them again?

She stands there in the buff and looks herself over in the simple, full-length mirror tucked in the corner. Her body is gorgeous, sure, but she sees the little signs of her earlier interaction with Dave: the blush on her skin, the pronounced labia, the gentle glisten there even now after she wiped with her skirt before discarding it (crass, but no one was here to judge her). She decides she needs a bath, but only to wash him away... as well as the lunch period she had mostly spent on trying to masturbate.

Despite using the privacy of an ill-used restroom and her phone's strongest vibration setting, she couldn’t get herself off. She hit some high score on the vibration-enabled idle game that was playing thereupon, but she had woefully misjudged how resistant she was to coming... so much so that her old phone couldn’t survive running at full power for the whole hour. By her last class, the phone was dead and she was horny as Hell, but not finished...

... not until Dave came along and gave her a few light, amateur pets.

Alice hugs herself in the mirror. His ultimatum really sounds more like an invitation and it is not one she's going to take. Right now she's more concerned about how he'll take it when he realizes she's not coming in there and really does want to be freed from-

She needs to go to Dave. Dave is in his room; she knows this, though she does not know why. She needs to see him right away, without waiting or interruptions or anything like politely knocking and waiting at his door. He's in his room... and now she needs to be in his room.

These summonings are not permitted to be questioned; she cannot be aware enough of them to question their origin, validity, or purpose. But she cannot be in his room. She knows what that would mean... and yet...

Stripped of clothing and still pink with arousal, Alice feels a sob build in her throat as her mind bends and weaves around the truth and the truth permitted. She does not want to continue having any kind of sex with any man, let alone her own brother... and she knows both will happen if she enters that room. She must enter that room; it drives her from deep inside as an unquestionable need. Her psyche struggles to make sense of this.

It cannot, and so, with tears in her eyes, the conflicted youngest Haines opens the door... and finds her brother relaxing, naked and erect, on his own bed. He puts his phone, still plugged into the charger, down on the nightstand near his head. He eyes her with obvious hunger... and he doesn't bother to mask it when he sits up without shame or even a remote attempt to cover himself up.

I don't... I don't want this...! So why am I here? Why do I keep dreaming about this? Why is he the only one who can make me fucking COME anymore?!

“I feel like I'm... going crazy,” she manages with a sob. “I swore I wouldn't come here, because I really don't want to... b-but I came here on my own, naked like this, and I don't know... I mean, I had to, duh, but why? I can only think of one answer and... and it's not real! It's not true! It can't be true... I'm... I'm so fucked up if that's...!”

Something like guilt flashes in her pervy older brother's eyes... but doesn't reach his words. “Come here then. I'll help you feel better.”

I'm no therapist... though I do have one on retainer, I guess... but even I can see the app did not turn my ultimatum into a sudden acceptance of wanting brotherly loving. Instead, Alice is wide-eyed, crying, and trembling at my door. It strikes me that changing her awareness might resolve her anguish... but it would also abort the experiment I'm trying to run here to help her resolve her internal conflict (that I made). Dissonance? I think that's dissonance... a dissonance I created in her head by making her unaware of my summoning power and aware of how easily I get her off both here and in her dreams.

Speaking of therapists... well, maybe another weekend or something.

For now, I still want to try and solve this problem myself. I could just make her aware of the summoning: that would mean she knows I have this power and I can't imagine it'd be hard to sort out that I'm responsible for all her pain and sexual confusion up until now. Alternatively, well... I could help her another way and take her on my bed, though how far I can go is... debatable.