Walking Claire home

“Hey John! Over here!”

John recognised the voice and shambled towards it to find Beth waving him down from the front gate. She seemed to have sobered a little from her trip to take Riley home.

“Come on. The other two are already out here. There are no cabs coming out here so we’re gonna have to walk.” Despite his unsteadiness he managed to stumble after her out the gates to where the other girls were stood leaned against the wall. Jody looked up with bright eyes on seeing him.

“Hey John. Did you have fun tonight?” Jody was back to her playful persona, giving John a sly smile. Her offer was still fresh in his mind despite his attempts not to think about it. “I kept your sister out of trouble, just like I promised” she emphasized. “She didn’t make it easy on me either.” She gestured towards Claire who was resting against her shoulder and John’s eyes were drawn towards her. What he saw alarmed him.

“What the hell happened? Why are her clothes all torn?” Several buttons of Claire’s blouse were ripped off, and her frilly bra and a copious amount of cleavage were exposed to the night air.

“She was rather eager about wanting to enjoy herself. I didn’t let anyone touch her though.”

“Jeez Claire! Seriously? Why are you such a-” John had to cut himself off to keep from calling her something mean. He felt truly ashamed that most everyone at the party had seen his older sister like this. He had always had nothing but respect for his older sister, but this evening had really strained that respect. Claire just looked blankly up at him, seemingly not really registering what was going on. “Whatever. Let’s just get you home.”

John reached out an arm to pull Claire to her feet. She stumbled as she rose and landed in his arms. The ample display of her tits pressed into his chest momentarily distracted him and he forgot himself as he stared down into her cleavage.

“Maybe I should lead her” Beth suggested after a few moments awkwardly watching him ogle his sister. She pulled one of Claire’s arms over her shoulder to support her then pulled her out of John’s embrace. John shook himself out of his daze and let the other girl take her. Clearly wanting to get home, Beth started to lead Claire down the road without further commotion.

“Shall we.” Jody smiled and hooked an arm under John’s and pulled him in close to her side before they started to wander after the other girls. His vision too shaky to navigate, he allowed her to lead him along just as Beth led Claire. The world grew quiet as they left the bustle of the party behind. Jody continued to speak to him, but John zoned her out, too lost in his own thoughts. Despite Beth’s slow pace pulling her companion along, John allowed himself to lag behind them. There was something he wanted to ask Jody and he didn’t want Claire to hear.

“Jody” he spoke up, interrupting the commentary the girl was giving on the events of that night. “Does everyone think my sister’s a slut?” The words of the drunk frat boys earlier were really eating at him. He had tried to drink himself blind to forget the implications of their words, but he’d failed at washing them out of his mind. He didn’t want to believe them, but the way Claire had acted that evening gave credence to their words. He didn’t want to think Claire was that kind of girl.

“I don’t think your sisters a slut.”

“What about everyone else though?” Jody’s flaky response irritated him. Jody had called Claire a slut at least twice that night. There must have been some pretence to it. And Claire herself had admitted to letting a dozen guys jerk off on her in one go.

Jody on the other hand seemed irritated at his line of questioning.

“Who cares what everyone else thinks. There’s nothing wrong with a woman enjoying sex as much as guys do.”

Her argument didn’t sit well with John. There was a big difference between enjoying sex and whoring yourself out at parties. He didn’t have the faculties nor the motivation to argue with her though. He’d heard all he needed to anyway. Jody’s attempts to dodge the question were twisting knots in his stomach.

“No, you’re right.” Jody could probably tell he wasn’t satisfied but she didn’t press him further. They continued to walk in silence for a while until they caught up to Beth who had stopped near a gateway.

“Here we are.” John gazed around to see what Beth was referring to. As his eyes focused, he realised he recognised the green on the other side of the gate. It was the park right near his house. “Jody and I live down this way. Do you want us to walk you home first?” Beth pointed in a direction vaguely opposite of where John house lay.

“No, it’s fine. I know my way back from here.”

“Are you sure? You don’t look in the best state right now. You sure you can lead Claire back?”

“We’ll be fine. We’re just past the trees here. Don’t worry about us.” John didn’t want to impose on the girls any further and he needed some time alone with his thoughts. The park was well lit anyway, and he’d never known any trouble to happen there in all the time he’d lived beside it.

“Alright. Get her home safe.” Beth didn’t look entirely convinced as she slowly pulled herself out from Claire’s arm, shifting her weight onto John.

“Nice seeing you again John. We’ll have to do this again some time.” Jody shot him a wink. “I’ll phone to make sure you’re home okay. Talk to you soon Claire.”

“Bye.” Claire managed to say as she lifted her hand in a clumsy but enthusiastic wave.

“Yeah. I’ll see you again.” By the time John had Claire settled right on his shoulder, Jody and Beth were gone. The sounds of their footsteps faded away until only the siblings’ heavy breathing could be heard. John stood with the source of his worries leaning heavily on his shoulder, oblivious to the stress she was causing her brother.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.”

“Yes please,” she breathed into his arm. He slowly started guiding her along into the park. He’d told himself that he wanted time alone to think, but now he had that chance he found himself unwilling to put himself through that. Just thinking in circles was going to stress him out. He needed to relieve some of his tension.

John had only come twice that night and a couple of times earlier in the day. He felt his body aching to fulfil his quota. The doctor had insisted he orgasm eight times a day, and his body had acclimated to that schedule. Even minutes after his sex with Riley, his body had demanded him to continue working through that day’s ejaculation backlog. Having ignored that need for hours now, he felt his body beginning to stiffen up. If he gave himself the chance to satisfy that need, he knew it would relax him enough to face his worries with a clear mind.

But right now, he had to guide his sister home at an agonisingly slow pace. She was in no state to walk on her own and it took all his effort to keep her steady. He had to constantly remind her to keep walking, otherwise she would stop and lean into him to rest.

John could feel the alcohol washing over his mind. The drinks he had nursed for the last couple of hours were really starting to sink in. The world was starting to swim around him. As he walked, he became increasingly aware of the heavy bosom pressing into his side with every step. He dropped his gaze down to the vision of two perfect breasts barely contained by the torn garment. For a brief moment of clarity through the drunken haze he realised he was ogling his sister and turned away. Claire obliviously continued to cling onto him as the ambled along.

Carrying his sister was putting a strain on John. He could feel his legs start to ache under the extra weight. He couldn’t finish this journey without a chance to rest. He noticed a bench tucked off away to the side of the path under some trees and pulled his sister towards it. With a little effort he managed to prop her up on the seat and placed himself down next to her, relieved to be clear of the burden for a while.

“Are you awake?”

“I’m awake” she replied dreamily.

“Don’t fall asleep now. We’ll have to go in a bit.”

“Okay.” She leaned over into him, and he wrapped his arm around her to comfort her.

As much as he said it, he really didn’t want to get up again. Now he was seated, the bulge in his pants was demanding attention and the hazy fog in his mind was calling him to sleep. He was so tempted to start masturbating here in public with Claire on his shoulder. He shook the thought off and tried to focus on recovering his strength. He let his arms and legs relax, sinking back into the bench. Claire’s warmth felt good on his shoulder. He let his eyes drift closed. His head was filled with hypnotic visions of beautiful servile women as he tried to push back the tides of sleep.

***

John awoke with a start. It was dark. He had no idea where he was. His vision was blurred, and his head was swimming. He tried to rise to his feet but was held back by a weight on his shoulder. There was someone lying on him. He looked down to find a girl and his eyes immediately registered her curvy body. Her boobs were hanging loose from her open top, barely contained by her strained bra. John stopped wondering where he was as his full attention turned to the girl besides him.

Without thinking his hand rose to hold a breast. It felt so right in his hand. His fingers cupped around it perfectly. Instinctively he gave it a squeeze. She let out a slight moan that made his spine tingle. Encouraged, he gave it a stronger squeeze. Her throaty moan was music to his ears. Everything around him seemed to fade away as he blocked out everything but his companion. One hand moved on its own to explore the girl’s bosom, the other moved to free his aching erection.

John’s hands rolled across the lingerie top. The perfect curves of the girl’s heavy jugs enticed him onwards. A heat started to rise in her chest. John could feel the girl’s nipples poking through her bra, stiff from either the cold air or her inner heat. He longed to pull it away to get a proper feel, but the cups lay snug around her bust. His growing arousal urged him to press on without concern. He grabbed the tear in her blouse and pulled it apart, completely shredding her blouse so it hung limply off her shoulders. He greedily fumbled with the latch and after long moments of frustration, the orbs of flesh finally fell free from their captivity and he threw the unwanted garment aside.

John claimed a handful of the flesh now available to him. It felt so pliable yet so full in his hands. The girl’s soft moans spurred him to keep playing with them. The rougher he was, the more she seemed to enjoy it. He let his finger dig deep into the spongy flesh. It felt so natural. He allowed himself to become lost in the sensation. He tried to engrave the feeling into his mind.

Somewhere from his mind came an idea. He fumbled through his pockets to pull out his phone and raised his free hand to take a selfie, making sure both he and his companion were in frame. His other hand moved round to play with her nipple. He tweaked it hard between his fingertips. The girl shuddered as a jolt went through her just as he snapped the picture. Her head slipped down his shoulder, resting on his stomach just right above his erection.

“You want to suck it don’t you?” He could see her face on the screen of his phone. Her eyes were sleepily glued to his cock. He started his phone recording what was going to happen.

“Mm” was all she managed back.

“Go on, suck it you slut.” He wiggled his hips, as though trying to tempt a fish with a line. “You dirty slut. You want to suck it don’t you? Go on. Suck my cock. Suck it. You want it so bad. Suck my cock.”

The girl parted her lips, which was all that John needed. He guided her head down into his lap. His cock brushed her lips as she let it slide in, sending electric tingles up John’s spine. The warm, moist space of her mouth felt so good on his sensitive organ. “That’s it. Good little slut. Suck it. Suck that cock” he encouraged her. The girl seemed content to suck on it like a pacifier, so John took it upon himself to bob her head along his shaft to feel her tongue and lips softly scrape along his shaft. This was the happiest John had ever felt. Nothing came close to feeding this docile girl his dick in his sleepy drunken stupor. In that moment he felt this was what life was all about.

He allowed himself to relax and sink into the feeling. The slut was happy to keep suckling him and he had no desire to let it end. Eventually the girl took the hint and started to bob her head along his shaft on her own, allowing John to lay back and enjoy the moment. As much as he desired to stay like that forever though, he eventually felt the familiar sensation creeping up on him. He was going to cum any second now.

“Wait.” He pulled the girl’s head off his cock. He didn’t want to cum in her mouth. He’d always dreamed of spilling his seed on a huge pair of tits like the ones this girl had. He pushed the girl upright and rose to his feet with a speed that almost left him dizzy. The girl looked up at him, stirring with confusion but he was more focused on his goal. At this angle he could see the full scope of her huge knockers hanging out from her ravaged blouse. They made for a tantalising target.

With his phone angled to catch the finale, he gave himself a few quick pumps to push himself over the edge. His seed shot out, spraying out over her tits. He’d built up a sizeable load in the last couple of hours, and he continued to shoot out rope after rope, covering her chest and dripping down onto her skirt. He aimed his stick to fully coat her, allowing one blast streak across her face before letting the rest drip down her front. “Open up” he sternly commanded, before shoving his cock back into her mouth, making her to suck clean the last drops dribbling from his tip. He let it sit there while he grew soft, relishing the afterglow.

“Now everyone can see what a dirty slut you are.” He finally stood back, ending the recording so he could admire his handiwork through the blurry spots in his vision. Her tits were covered in a thick layer of jizz. It dripped down off her nipples to form a puddle around the crotch of her skirt. The streak on her face fell from her brow to her lips, which she now licked clean on instinct. It was only now staring at her face that a flash of clarity struck him.

“Claire!” Suddenly John realised where he was. He was supposed to be taking Claire home. The sexy girl before him now covered in his spunk was his sister.

The guilt he thought he should be feeling never manifested though. Despite this realisation he still felt completely satisfied. He couldn’t muster up a single ounce of regret. Perhaps the drink had dulled his mind, perhaps it was the glow of the post-nut high he was feeling, or perhaps the revelations about his sister that night had made him apathetic. The fact was that he felt nothing but a cosy pride on seeing Claire covered in his seed. Somehow it just felt so right.

It suddenly occurred to him he still had to get her home. Regardless of what he did or should have felt at what he’d just done, it was getting late. It was getting harder and harder to think straight and keep himself awake. It felt so tempting to sink back into the bench beside her and settle off to sleep with her warm body resting in his lap.

“Come on Claire, let’s go.” He moved slowly to avoid falling over, to help lift her from the bench. He didn’t consider cleaning her up. He was beyond caring in his state and part of him enjoying seeing her like this. “Up you come.” He slowly managed to pull her to her feet, and she sunk back into her comfortable position under his arm. “You need to walk Claire” he commanded her. Eventually he managed to drag he back to the path and get her walking towards home.

As they walked, his thoughts returned to Jody’s offer. If he’d found it that easy to let his sister suck him off, maybe he could go through with the deal after all. It wasn’t that much of a step up. Not really. Not for a one-time thing. Ugh. Why didn’t he feel disgusted? He shouldn’t have been able to stomach that thought at all, but he had to admit it excited him.

Claire was objectively hot as fuck, and the way she carried herself these days oozed sex appeal. He’d seen her in tight tops, bikinis, even lingerie. Her body was a walking wet dream, one she’d inherited from their sexy mother. Not one woman he’d ever met had close to match their sexy curves. There’d have to be something wrong with him to not want to fuck them, right? Every guy at school lusted after them. It wouldn’t be fair that they were allowed to feed the fantasies of every man they met but the man who appreciated their figure most of all had to show restraint. It was tiring to have to constantly pretend to himself his mom and sister weren’t the sexiest women in the city.

No, he had to stop thinking like that. That’s the whole issue they were trying to fix. He was disgusted by the thought of having sex with his mom and sister. That’ s what he had to keep telling himself.

They continued walking for several minutes. Claire’s reluctance to move slowed their pace to a crawl, but as they approached the end of the park she began to squirm in John’s arms.

“Claire, what’s wrong?”

“I’m horny.”

“Really Claire? We just came.”

“I didn’t.” Her response came uncharacteristically meekly.

They were coming up on the park exit a couple of streets down form their house. If Claire dallied this much coming out of the park, they were bound to come across someone, and they would find him dragging a half-naked and jizz-stained woman back to his house.

“Fine, but you’ll have to be quick.” There was a grassy bank off to one side of the path. He led her over and laid her back on it. She quickly got to work, her hand curling under her skirt to pleasure herself. John stood over her, getting a good view of her body. The sight of Claire’s huge boobs hanging out of her tattered blouse, glistening with splotches of dried cum was an erotic one. He found his body responding to it, despite his recent ejaculation. In his mind however it brought back the words of the boys from the party.

‘She’s had like every guy from her college unload on her’

‘She’ll gargle any cock dangled in front of her.’

If Claire really let herself get passed around at parties like that, this was probably the cleanest she’d ever come out of one. The thought of it made him queasy. He could feel his irritation at her building up in his gut once again.

If he hadn’t come to the party with her, would she have still been there now, letting herself get ploughed by every guy who so much as leered at her? This was the girl he always looked up to, but when her inhibitions dropped, she was just a thirsty slut who let any guy she met use her and dump her like a sex doll, and here she was fingering herself to the thought of it. It made him feel sick to his stomach and frustrated to hell. He had to stop this. He had to show her what she was like.

He reached into her handbag to pull her phone out. He had to record her like this so she could see it for herself. He used her finger to unlock it then opened the camera app and pointed it at her.

“Claire, wake up.” He nudged her with his shoe until she looked up at him. “You want to suck a cock right now don’t you Claire?”

“Mhm”

“You’re a dirty slut that puts out for anyone aren’t you?”

“Mhm”

“You’d even swallow your brother’s jizz wouldn’t you?”

“Mhm” Every affirmation from his sister made John more frustrated.

“Tell everyone Claire. Tell them you’re a dirty cumslut who gets off on sucking your own brother off.”

“I’m a dirty slut. Love sucking cock.” As she spoke her hand continued to grind away under her skirt.

“Tell everyone that cock is the only thing that matters to you. You don’t even care how you get it”

“All that matters… Need cock so bad.”

“Now tell everyone you’d fuck your own brother, to help make your best friend into his sex slave.”

“Mmm” She didn’t say it, but the way her hand started working away in her crotch said she was definitely thinking about it.

“You’re going to make me cum in your mouth Claire aren’t you? And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“Yes. Cum in my mouth.”

“Then do it.” John was beyond caring at this point. Their conversation had killed any reservations he had about what he was doing. He fed his cock into her mouth, where she was begging him to put it. He had already done it once before tonight, and he needed release. If Claire needed to see her brother’s cock in her mouth to change her ways, then so be it. She took to it like a baby offered a pacifier and began enthusiastically suckling on his shaft. Just then, Claire’s phone received a call from Jody so he ended the video and picked up.

“Hey Jody.”

“Oh John? I was just checking you two made it back okay. Is Claire okay?”

“We’re good. Claire’s just getting comfortable. She can’t really talk right now. Hey Claire, it’s Jody.” He pressed the phone against Claire’s head, allowing her to moan around his cock into the receiver, before taking it back. “She said hi.”

“I’m glad she’s safe. You thought anymore about our deal John?”

“Fuck it. I Think we can make something work.” John was feeling good about himself, having the chance to vent his frustrations, and if Claire was throwing herself at him anyway, he might as well get a little more out of it.

“Yes! Thank you! You made the right choice.”

“Just get some knee pads ready cos you’re going to be spending the next two weeks on them.”

“Wow John. I’m not sure where this confidence is coming from, but I like it.”

“And I hope you like the taste of piss” he joked. He just wanted to hear her admit she’d stoop that far.

Jody was silent for a moment. “I’m always open to new experiences.”

“What experiences?”

She gave a mock exaggerated sigh. “I’ll swallow your piss, your lordship.”

“Hm, maybe I’ll have you call me that all the time when you’re my slave.”

“Whatever pleases you. You just keep up your side of the deal first. I’m holding you to it.”

“Alright, well I’d better get back to Claire. Talk to you later.”

“See you later John. Give my love to Claire.”

As he hung up the phone, John noticed a notification for a text from someone. Though he had trouble reading it through shaky vision, he took a glance over it.

‘hey. misssed u at the paerty got sum guys nd girls coming rond my place 4 sum afterbpartyy ‘chil’ and stuff wanna cum?’

It looked like some of Claire’s friends wanted to hang out with her. For some reason he felt a pang of jealousy over her. His instinct was to shut them down. “Claire.” On hearing her name, she locked eyes with him, still contently sucking away at his cock. He aimed her phone down and shot a picture of her and sent it with the caption ‘busy’.

With that out of the way, John allowed himself to relax and focus on the feeling building up in his dick. Claire’s lips were soft and plush. Even with the jerky movement of her drunk state, it still felt euphoric. John felt all the frustrations from that night begin to fade away. Claire face was serenely beautiful and the way his cock vanished between the tight seal of her lips was hypnotic.

“Come on sis. We gotta go.” She didn’t appear to acknowledge him talking to her. “Alright if you’re not done by the time I cum I’m leaving you here.” With that warning he started to actively thrust himself into Claire’s mouth. She must have liked it as her hand finally began to pick up to a decent pace. “That’s right you dirty slut” he encouraged her. He couldn’t tell if his words were getting through to her but it felt good calling her demeaning names. Their pace began to mutually build until John was once again ready to shoot his load.

He quickly succumbed to the pleasure and waves of comfort rippled through his body as he shot his load into her mouth. Claire seemed to orgasm exactly as it hit her throat. Her lips instinctively wrapped tight around the head of his cock, not allowing a single drop to leak out while her tongue stimulated the tip to eke out every trace of semen left in it.

Finally, John heard a pop as Claire broke the seal around his cock, and he collapsed sideways onto the bank beside her. He felt completely at ease. The night air cooled his drenched skin. There was no sound but the siblings’ heavy breath.

He looked across at the girl lying next to him. He felt memories string up inside him. It had been years since John and his sister had just laid down on the grass together. Despite Claire’s breasts hanging out exposed to the night, the smell of booze hanging in the air, the thick veil of drying semen covering his sister and Claire’s continued hand movements under her skirt, this moment reminded him of those times. The memory brought him a sense of warmth and closeness to her. He felt all the anxieties and stresses he had been harbouring for the last few hours melting away and replaced with a sense of clarity.

John opened his Claire’s phone and deleted the video he had made. Despite how he hated what Claire had become while she’d been away at college, she was still his sister, and he could never do something that might hurt her. The way he had just used her was no better. There was no way he could rationalise it. They both had issues. That’s why they were seeing Doctor Valentine. He would find some other way to get through to her.

As he was ruminating, he felt a vibration from Claire’s phone. Checking it he found a reply from the same guy as before. His mind barely processed it as he skimmed the text.

‘dam loks lik your having a good time. new u wer freeky cum round lots of guys here 2 show a gud time hhere too’

John felt guilty about the reply he’d sent before. That wasn’t something he should have sent Claire’s friend who just wanted to hang out with her. This time he sent a more polite response.

‘Id luv too. Sounds like fun Another time for surCall me when im Sober xx’

He switched off her phone after he replied to stop more texts coming through. He couldn’t keep pretending to be his sister. Claire was still idly playing with herself on the grass, but as much as he would have liked to stay lying on the grass with her all night, they had to get home. John pulled himself to his feet, then pulled Claire up after him. She was a lot more compliant to move now, seemingly satisfied by the orgasm she’d achieved. He had no trouble leading her out of the park. Luckily, they ran into no one as they crossed the last couple of streets to their house.

Too tired to fully prepare his sister for bed, John scrubbed the traces of his semen from her breasts, then pulled off the tattered remains of her blouse. He rummaged through his clothes until he found a T shirt he pulled down over her head. It was incredibly tight across her bust but at least it would give her some modesty when she woke up. Happy he had cleaned up their activities sufficiently, John laid Claire down on his bed, then dropped down onto the floor, not bothering to even get into his sleeping bag and instantly faded to black.