IC: Under the Tree (bi, Incest)

[susurrus]

Ethan listened intently to what I told her, but finally just went back to the blowjob she'd been giving. Again, it felt great, but this time, I noticed she was taking it a little slower than she had previously. I couldn't help but moan, then tangled my fingers into her hair, saying, "That's it, take your time. You're doing fantastic. God, it feels good." From where I was, I saw Ethan smile around my cock, not stopping what she was doing. In fact, when she raised her hand, wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft and started to slowly stroke in time with the motions her head was making, I moaned even louder.

I was surprised when she took me out of her mouth, got up on the bed and wrapped herself around me again.

"Take over," she whispered to me. "It's... what I know..."

I slid a hand behind my sister's head and pulled her face a little closer into my neck.

"Okay," I replied. "Whatever you want."

I was hot enough now, I wanted to just go wild like Dad and Sarah were, but I knew I was dealing with a rabbit here, and needed to get her mind into what was happening, as well as getting her more confident with what she was capable of. It was either that, or screw her up for any games that may go on, or for any poor bastard she may end up with in the future.

I gently urged E's face away from my shoulder and looked down into eyes that had shown little but defiance for so long, I barely recognized them as my sister's. Still, the pleading I saw just made her more attractive, her desire to please was endearing, erotic.

I lowered my face to hers again, and a small smile came to her face, her eyes slowly closing in anticipation. Instead of kissing her mouth, though, I placed my lips to her cheek and placed my affection there. I then began to leave kisses all over her face: up over to her forehead, against each eyelid, around to her ears. I briefly touched my lips against hers, and Ethan's tongue ventured out, hoping for more fun, but as quickly as I landed there, I moved on.

I started kissing down my sister's chin, to her throat. I let my hands roam down to her hips, admiring the curves they found along the way. It would have been simple to rest my hands on her beautiful breasts - their full roundness would have filled my hands perfectly - but I already knew I was setting an example for Ethan. Not necessarily for how it would be every time, but for how it could be. It was very evident to me now that of my two sisters, that Ethan was the one most unsure of herself. The Wednesday character was more-or-less a facade, and by no means reflected the real person behind the trappings of confidence and disdain she normally exhibited.

With my hands resting comfortably on Ethan's smooth hips, it left her breasts free for my kissing lips to encounter unencumbered.

When I felt the swell of her breasts begin beneath my lips, I kissed down one side of their fullness, then over and around, carefully avoiding her nipples. I spent several minutes here, leaving kisses over every bit of flesh I could contact, still maintaining a maddening distance from her taut, distended nipples.

With a grin, I looked up into my sister's lusting, wondering eyes...

 

[Fiana]

"I promise," she began, looking down at him, her body on fire from his kisses, "I won't break. I trust you." Her body was flushed, making her look have a little color. Her light eyes, looked bright, compared to her usual darken feel to them. She smiled at him once more, knowing that Eric wouldn't hurt her on purpose. And also, she knew... or rather, felt, that he wanted to move things along. She was fine with that. Running her ink stained hands through his hair, she smiled crookedly at how soft it was. Reminded her of the time when she accidentally dyed it a hot pink. That... was meant for her father. Instead, daddy's hair got dyed a ridiculously bright yellow. One could see it from miles away.

She knew they were lucky that it washed out in three weeks. Wednesday had been staying over her friend's house on the other side of town.

Still having her crooked smile, many of Sarah's and Ethan's boyfriends had compared the two, saying how the blonde's was straight, perfect and pretty- while blackette was more like adorable. Needless to say, she didn't like the compliment too much. But, the senior liked her smile. It was hers. Besides, the last dentist who told her where she could get her smile straightened... they lost a tooth or two. Several times they had been nearly sued, until her father soothed things out. Meaning- he promised to never take her back there again. So it was no surprise that, at the tender age of ten, Wednesday was the happiest wacko around.

She was careful to not make to sudden a move and so just loose let her arms drape on him. "I love you," she said once more, "big brother."



In Ethan's attic room, her cellphone received a text message. A single message in which the beginning was an apology.

'Hey, Wed. I'm so sorry.

Gave you the extra strong stuff.
The stuff works in like... seconds to minutes. S
hould be fine if you breath it in... not air workable.
DO NOT USE IT IN MILK! DO NOT USE IT IN MILK!
It makes it work quicker and several times more
stronger. But I don't know the side effects.
Pick it up tomorrow and drop off the new shipment as well.

Lex.'​

 

[scones201]

I continued to tease my daughter, enjoying the feel of her soft curls around the skin of my cock.

 

[susurrus]

Ethan said nothing, but I could tell from the way she looked at me that she liked what I was doing. When she reached up and I felt her fingers in my hair, I couldn't remember the last time anyone had done that to me. It was simple, but sensuous.

As I looked up from my kneeling position before my sister, a couple thoughts came to mind.

I couldn't tell for sure if Ethan wore any makeup. If she did, it was subtle. There may have been some highlight to her eyes, to make them appear darker, more menacing. She did have a couple piercings in her eyebrows and about seven or eight in each ear. I was glad she didn't have a nose piercing. I knew she straightened her hair: All us kids had the wavy hair from our mother's side of the family. When she was about nine, Ethan announced she wanted to have straight hair - I think to further separate her from her sister - and from that day on, I couldn't recall a time when her hair had any shape to it but straight as a jet-black laser beam.

"Ethan, I'd like to make a couple requests, if that's okay," I said quietly.

 

[Fiana]

Ethan tilted her head to the side. She wore little to no makeup, being spooked off by her father. (Seeing your dad in makeup- other than for Halloween- can be traumatizing.) Although, she didn't need to wear much to enhance her 'Go away, I'm busy and I just might use you for an expirament' look. She was thinking of a nose piercing but decided against it. It would've been too painful for her. She looked down at him, tilting her head to the side, frowning slightly. "O-okay."

Making her hair straight was to allow her parents to tell the two twins a part. And everyone had to agree, she looked better in straight hair than wavy or curly hair. It wasn't her face but her personality that made it work well. But she wasn't crazy like other girls her age about looks. "You're hair is soft," she muttered softly. "I miss it." As a child, she'd always have her hand in his hair.

Family portraits were nearly impossible to take, and Ethan wasn't usually the main cause. She just made it grow. Looking over her father, she tilted her head, wondering how that felt good. Then again... she sighed mentally. She sucked at choosing partners.

'Stop whining,' she told herself softly.

 

[susurrus]

Ethan seemed a little hesitant about what I was going to ask her. She'd shown a willingness to let me do what I wanted, but I think she also knew I was holding back. That was for her own comfort. Maybe it was a huge generalization, but the look she usually sported didn't seem to me to be one that would attract the kind of guy who'd be especially thoughtful. There had to be some reason for her present behavior, so different from how she'd been for so long, and I had a hard time believing it was all chemically induced.

"First request.

"E, would you please draw me sometime? And preferably not make me look like a vampire or that I was just beaten to death and beheaded? I've seen the sketches from the life drawing class you took. They're incredible. I'd love to be your life model."

 

[Fiana]

Ethan blinked, processing the order but nodded. "S-sure... I could try," she replied, blushing at the compliment. In her life drawing class, their models had be nice and had actually liked how she drew them. "I could try going for a serial killer look..." The teasing smile on her lips, showed she was only kidding. Well, Eric better hoped she was. She touched his hair again, looking into his eyes, curious what exactly he wanted of her.

"You sure about being a model? I'm very hands on," she replied. "And you'd have to stay absolutely still- no breathing allowed." Well, she was strict and a bit of an OCD about her drawings. She put her hands from his hair, to his face, her thumbs tracing his cheekbones. He'd be a good one.

Her hands, while they weren't rough, held small scars and callouses from her experiments. It was a sign that for the more dangerous ones, she had used herself.

 

[susurrus]

I liked that Ethan was flattered at my request. It further told me that Wednesday was, indeed the persona, and not vice versa.

"I could try going for a serial killer look..." she said, thoughtfully, the saucy smile giving her away. I liked this Ethan. I'd never cared much for Wednesday, but I knew that my sister was still under there, somewhere.

She then started playing with my hair again, a gesture I could never imagine Wednesday making.

"You sure about being a model? I'm very hands on. And you'd have to stay absolutely still- no breathing allowed."

I thought about the hands-on bit. Given what all four of us had already done, I had doubts that it would be intolerable.

I laughed, delighted that she was agreeing. When she started to caress my face, with that look in her eyes, I knew that anything I posed for would be done by Ethan, not Wednesday.

"I'm sure I want to be your model, E," I told her. "Though I don't know about the not breathing thing... the title of the drawing would be 'model insensate.'"

I then thought about my second request. If E did wear makeup, however sparse, chances are the combination of that and the piercings made up a sort of mask, to accompany the Wednesday facade, and give power to it...

"Request two:

"Ethan, if you're wearing makeup right now. I'd like to ask you to remove it. Also, would you remove all jewelry from the neck up, except for one set of earrings? You're a beautiful girl. There's no enhancement needed."

I wanted to be sure what I was doing was with my sister, not her evil doppelganger. It might not be easy for her. Wednesday had been the forefront of her personality for so long, removing the Wednesday mask would likely make her even more vulnerable than she had been when I walked in the room...

 

[Fiana]

Ethan tilted her head, a smile on her face.

"Request two: Ethan, if you're wearing makeup right now. I'd like to ask you to remove it. Also, would you remove all jewelry from the neck up, except for one set of earrings? You're a beautiful girl. There's no enhancement needed."

She paused, thinking of it before shaking her head. “I can’t take them out, I forgot which ones I got a few days ago,” she replied. Besides, she liked them… and really, it was a bitch to take them out and then put them back in. Besides, she liked the piercings. They were shiny in the light.

She moved her hand to her face. Nope, no makeup tehre. She was free of the stuff. "Why do you want me to take off the stuff?" A bit of Wednesday peaked through- but not the mean part- the part that was overly curious. She looked over at her father, quickly snapping her eyes to Eric.

 

[susurrus]

"Why do you want me to take off the stuff?" Ethan asked. A logical question, as I expected from her.

"Hopefully you won't take offense," I responded, "but to be honest, I've never been particularly fond of Wednesday. If you'll recall, the day you announced you wanted to be known as Wednesday instead of Ethan, I only called you that very occasionally. I love you, whoever you are, but Ethan's my sister, not Wednesday. I wanted to know the girl in the room here with me was you, instead of her."

If this admission screwed up anything between us, regardless of anything we'd done already, so be it. I didn't want to lie to her. I did love her, no matter what, but I knew Ethan was behind Wednesday somewhere, and not just the body behind the sarcastic, overly critical person that showed on the outside.

 

[Fiana]

Ethan tilted her head, a smile on her face.

"Request two: Ethan, if you're wearing makeup right now. I'd like to ask you to remove it. Also, would you remove all jewelry from the neck up, except for one set of earrings? You're a beautiful girl. There's no enhancement needed."

She paused, thinking of it before shaking her head. “I can’t take them out, I forgot which ones I got a few days ago,” she replied. Besides, she liked them… and really, it was a bitch to take them out and then put them back in. Besides, she liked the piercings. They were shiny in the light.

She thought about the admission, closed her eyes and touched her forehead to his. “Wednesday is me,” Ethan replied. And it was true. Wednesday wasn’t just a mask, but one could say, another personality. She would never really go away, but she’d not bother them unless Ethan was scared or could not handle the situation. Or felt tense.

“I’m sorry Eric,” she told him once more. “But go one with your requests…”

 

[susurrus]

I could tell there was some part of my sister that was hit hard by what I said about not really liking Wednesday much. Still, she didn't give me a bitchy answer, or storm out of the room when she touched her forehead to mine and whispered deeply, "Wednesday is me," so I knew that answer wasn't entirely true.

Still, I wasn't going to get into an argument. Wednesday or not, I'd learned to love some aspect of the girl before me, regardless, and that was what made the difference.

“I’m sorry Eric,” she finally told me in a very UN-Wednesdaylike tone, "But go one with your requests…”

I reached up and took my sister's head in my hand. I watched as her eyes slowly opened, pleading with me to not pursue the Wednesday thing any more.

As I stared at this woman before me, who I'd literally known all her life, and most of my own, I said, "You really do have gorgeous eyes," which was true. It was why I assumed she made them up.

"In answer to your request, I really do want you to draw me. You're the best artist I know." I then pulled her face forward and placed my lips against hers.