Conscripting a Brother's Heart

Author's Comments:

All characters herein are 18+.

Big thanks to my editors Kenjisato and CraggyMike!

In a dystopian police state there is little wamrth to cling on to. For an orphaned pair of siblings they have only had eachother to rely on. However, as the realities of patriotic duty to the state threaten to tear them apart, a sister wastes no time professing her affection for her older brother. But Avery does not stop there, she must ensure to vex her brother entirely so he fights to come back to her.

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Conscripting A Brother's Heart

Jax knew Avery was scared-- her hand was trembling as it caressed his cheek; her other was fidgeting with the trim of her white blouse more so than her typical tic. While she put on a brave face, he knew that it was only skin deep. The girl he knew as his sister was frightened, more so than he had ever seen. Guilt overcame all other emotions for him, the uncertainty of their future together in limbo. 

"Don't..." He knew as soon as he saw the tear fall from her eye, that she was forcing herself to hold back her truth. Avery wanted to tell him to stay, to stay with her and not go where she could not follow. 

Avery had turned cold since the day he came home with her favorite treat in hand-- a box of two chocolate-covered cream puffs, and the words of his conscription on his lips. Where once he enjoyed the warmth and kindness of a sister's love, he now was hardly worthy of a word. The mere sight of him caused her to turn the other way. 

Her condition seemed to worsen, too. Where once she had control over her emotional bouts, she now seemed frail and at the mercy of irrational fear. It burnt his soul to see her like this. Where once his strength held back the demons of her mind, now she drowned in them.

It was not until the day he was ordered to report did she open up to him again. Her embrace was something withheld for so long. Jax couldn't bear to think he was about to be without it even longer. 

They both knew this would come. Too long had Avery held Jax back, never letting him grow for himself. His obligation to her kept him within the confines of that dusty and grimy block of housing, they had known for so long. But inevitability brought no comfort to Avery. 

Her fingers grabbed, tugged, and rifled with her clothes, she would often do this till her fingers were raw. Having Jax near was her only coping mechanism. It was their citizen status keeping them from getting her to an actual doctor that could treat her. Instead, she lived with a stigma of being 'crazy' or 'mentally touched' in a world that was not understanding of people like her. While on the outside she was a beautiful girl next door; inside, she was just afraid. 

Jax grasped her bare upper arm and caressed it, his rough hands prickling her skin. For all the years they grew up alone on the streets of the capital, absent their parents' guiding light, the two at this moment felt the ghetto walls grow steeper. 

There were no guarantees in life in this day and age. War was now just another chapter in a boy's life in the Armed Republic. Either you became a soldier, or someone close to you did. Life did not make any promises that Jax would return to his sister again, nor did life in the sprawling slums of the capital promise Avery would be there to receive him. Poverty, disease, and crime, all lurking on the fringes to feast on Avery as her brother's protection departed. 

"Hey..." He lifted her head, her soft cheeks moist with sweat from cooking the morning meal. He took a long pause as he reflected on their time together growing up, and how many times he had been there to protect her over the years. Whether she was being bullied by bigger kids in the park, or singled out by seedy characters in the dark alley between school and home-- Jax had always been there for Avery. He would be lying to himself, if he did not feel in the least bit worried. He held her softly with his hand on the back of her neck, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. 

"Jaxy..." Her head found his chest as she sobbed. His dark-green digital uniform was wet with her tears. 

He grabbed her hand away from its fumbling, holding her still there; trying to hold her in the moment.

Outside, shouting of some sort broke out. National Police fighting with disgruntled citizens, or even the common street brawl. The sounds of this city were mechanical and cold, with little warmth or kindness to them. Constant loudspeaker reminders of the duty of citizens to be loyal to their nation, yet Jax only wished to be loyal to his beloved sister. 

Jax had hardly come to terms with leaving Avery in such conditions. If only he could bring her along with him to his station to live. However, they were both nothing but street rats to the government, wards of the state. Only by bribing the bureaucrat assigning them with money Jax pick-pocketed, did they get this government-furnished closet. Within the wardship program, who knew where they both could have been assigned? They may have even been separated to opposite ends of the city. Coupled with curfews, they would never have been able to see each other. 

Letting go of her hand, she relaxed it to Jax's surprise. Perhaps, she had forgotten for just a slight moment that he was leaving that day. Her thin, petite frame pressed against him longingly. Jax ran his fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, as she nestled in his chest. Bringing his face to the top of her head, he burned the smell of her perfume into his mind. It was the perfume he saved up money for months, as a birthday gift last year. She cried when he gave it to her, much like she did now. 

"Remember the time Claire and her friends had cornered that dog... errr, the mangy-looking one in the part just down Block 23." He smiled, pushing her dainty shoulders back and looking into her striking green eyes. 

Avery sniffled and nodded. 

Jax recalled the day, it had been... maybe three years ago he found Avery in the park, barking loudly at the other girls. As small and frail looking she was, his sister certainly had a projection to her voice when she believed in herself. 

"I remember you shoving that one girl... you know pox face..."

"Félicie." Avery whispered. 

"Yeah, Félicie, I remember you pushin' her right into the mulch, after she hit that dog. I swear she was picking shit out of her mess of hair for weeks."

They both shared a small laugh. 

"You're strong, Avery." He placed his hand atop her head. "You'll be fine. When they lift the restrictions, we'll be together again." 

Her eyes darkened just then; somehow, Jax knew she didn't share his optimism about this situation. 

"But, uh... I wanted to give you this." He pulled a small card from his chest pocket, wet from her sobbing. It read National Identity Card and had a thick, green band just under the bold lettering. Below all this was Avery's portrait from two years ago, when she first got a yellow NIC. Her face was much younger, and she had more of a baby face back then. He almost shed a tear, thinking about how she morphed from that into the woman before him now. 

"A green...?" Avery's hands reached for the card, but froze as if she felt unworthy to hold it. 

"Yes..." Jax blubbered a bit, the emotion of it hitting him. Clearing his throat, he tried to keep his composure as he placed the small plastic card in Avery's palms. For their entire lives they had been 'Yellows', the lowest class that were not some sort of criminals or degenerates. Orphans were just too high risk of a demographic to be allowed the freedoms that 'Greens' had. But with that, they also lived in worse conditions, with less security, and without the medical attention Avery needed. 

"I made it a condition of my conscription." He held his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat again. "To have you promoted to a Green." 

Avery's eyes welled up.

The noises outside subsided, restarted, and quieted again, all within the span of the disbelief Avery lingered. She leered at the thick, green band with her picture affixed under it, and then at her brother. 

"You could prob get a better job than working at that dive." Jax referred to the dusty cafe Avery waited tables at on the corner. His eyes turned upwards to the stained ceilings and rusted pipes of their 'apartment'. "You could prob move out o'here, as well; get yourself to a better block, you're an adult now so you have more choices." He took in the sight of her, short and slender, with a girlish charm about her. "When I can, perhaps I can save up enough money to get you a permit to travel and come visit me sometime?" 

Avery stepped backward silently, averting her eyes from the gift Jax presented to her. It was not quite the reaction he had hoped for. 

"Don't go..." she said under her breath as she held onto the warped and cracking wood table next to her. 

"Avery..." 

"DON'T GO!" Her shrill yell echoed around their apartment. A stiff knock on the wall that adjoined Mrs. Durand's apartment reminded them how thin the walls were. 

"I can't... I'll do anything!" The small girl began to hyperventilate, her body heaving as she looked at her brother dressed in that uniform. 

"I have to... Avery, please; I don't want to!" He took a step closer, hand outstretched. 

Avery's cheeks were flush red, her eyes meeting his. She looked over his tall frame, shoulders broad, and hands rough. Jax always looked powerful to her, growing up; now in his army uniform, he seemed even more so. 

"I love you..." Her voice was soft again. 

"Avery I love you, too--"

"NO!" Avery yelled again, stiff knocks on the wall repeating. Both looked to the wall in question, with guilty expressions. But Avery was shaking her head, eyes fixed on her brother. 

"No Jaxy... I love you." She stepped back.

Jax was about to say something, struggling for words to convey his understanding. However, he could not understand, in the slightest, the graveness of his sister's tone. 

"You don't get it, Jaxy; I'll do anything to get you to stay!" She poured her heart out with her words, her hands finding the waistband of her skirt. The thin, blue fabric fell to the ground, the soft sound of its impact all that could be heard between them. Jax was at a loss for words. His eyes fixated on his sister's lack of undergarments.

Between her thin thighs, a blushing labia sat crowned by a neatly trimmed patch of hair. The thought that she had even trimmed it at all broke the perception he had of Avery. She stood there, intently watching his reaction. Her face was red with passion, and an expression of determination. That face could move mountains in his mind, and rarely could he persuade a thought from her when she wore it. 

"Avery, what are you doing?!" He fumbled with his words. His eyes darted between her wistful expression and her lower set of lips. 

"I said I'd do anything, Jaxy. I'll even give myself to you!" She pleaded, her hands now rifling with the buttons of her white blouse to rid herself of it. 

"Avery, this is crazy, I'm your brother!" He blurted out, but ironically, felt a stirring in his manhood.

The last few buttons of her blouse resisted her frantic fumbling, as she grunted. Finally, she gave up and simply pushed the blouse off her shoulders, revealing she also had not been wearing a bra. Jax wasn't proud of the fact that he had seen the two faint-pink spots beneath her white blouse earlier. Now, he could see them plainly, her nearly flat chest adorned by bright pink blossoms. 

"Fuck it," Was her last expression of frustration with her wardrobe, before throwing herself on her knees. She pressed her body as close to Jax's legs as she had in their embrace. Her face nestled against his crotch as she rubbed her cheek and nose against a growing bulge. 

"Avery, this is wrong, no matter what either of us wants, I still have to go!" He sternly stated as he tried to step back from his crazed sister that nestled against his growing urge. There was a feeling in his core he despised, and couldn't understand, as he looked down at her on her knees as he backed away. Avery, however, did not let him get away; her half-naked body following him till he had nowhere to go, but against the cold, brick wall. 

Avery sniffled knowing it was true, but regardless, she knew what she wanted. 

"I don't care... give me this," She whispered meekly again.

"Avery... I. Am. Your. Brother." 

"And I am your sister!" She grabbed his growing bulge with her hand. "It doesn't seem to be stopping you." She kneaded it affectionately, hoping it would send the right signals through her brother's thick skull. 

"Avery..." Jax struggled to find a way to refute her clear point. 

"Jaxy... you are the only man that's ever protected me, cared for me, loved me... you are the only man I can see myself loving."

Jax looked down silently, his eyes shamefully catching sight of her pink nipples, hardly jutting from her chest. 

"Now you are leaving me." Avery held back tears, though her voice cracked with the words. "At least give me this... please." Her kneading turned to unbuttoning the front of his pants and unclipping his belt. 

"Avery, stop; we can't." Jax began to swat her hands away, trying to push his sister off of him. 

A hand met her cheek to get her away from the front of his crotch, but instead, the younger sister clamped down on it with her teeth.

"Gaahhhh!" Jax exclaimed as his sister bit him. He whipped his hand away and instinctively brought it back to her cheek with a stiff slap. 

Once again, the room echoed with silence, Avery staring up at her brother with a reddened cheek. He had never struck her before, even as children. The stinging feeling was so new, much like the warmth of his bulge in her hand. It sent a shiver down her spine, her sex tingling with each stinging sensation in her cheek. 

It took little time for her to devote herself to undoing his pants after that. Jax, who was so stunned that he had hit his sister, now was just as surprised that she could move so fast in freeing his cock. Before he knew it, his thick rod was out in the air and in his sister's mouth. Her lips nursed on his mushroom head affectionately. 

She moved as if she had put a lot of thought into how she would suck on him. For all he knew, Avery hadn't done this before. As much as she glided around his cock with her mouth, it felt a bit amateur. He wondered if she had even seen a cock, but as he thought about it, due to their proximity she had definitely seen his. The more he thought about it, he recalled her staring rather intently. 

Clearly, his sister had a latent desire for his manhood, that now was manifesting itself very clearly as she pleasured him. It felt quite amazing even for as much shame that sat in the back of his head. Her hands grasped at his balls for a time, her lips smacked along the bottom of his rod. She was exploring, less for his pleasure, and more for her sexual fantasy. 

Excitedly, she would move around him and position her head on either side, kissing, sucking, and licking. His cock glistened with her saliva, as she rubbed her nose and cheek along his length. Minutes passed before Jax even realized that he was letting his sister do this, despite his initial objection. 

Avery came back to the tip of it, a look of determination on her face. Her eyes came up to his, a small smile on her lips. It was the first such smile he had seen her give in a long time. Opening wide, she brought him inside her mouth. Like her petite frame, her mouth wasn't large either, making his thick member sliding into it an extremely erotic sight. She glided her head forward to take as much of him in as she could. Jax looked at her coyly, knowing there was no way she could. But, that only solidified her determination-- the first few gags were a struggle for her, but she tearily continued down his shaft until the gagging became violent. Jax pulled back a bit so his cock would leave her mouth. Saliva was everywhere along her face as she gagged and coughed. Her hand grabbed his shaft out of fear he would escape, the other trying to wipe the spittle away from her mouth. 

Quickly she re-enveloped him, going to the point she first gagged, and then pulled back. This became the rhythm, as she pushed forward, gagged, and retreated. Over and over she did this, again and again. It felt amazing for Jax, the shame almost a forgotten memory as his sister pleasured him.

Another pass of her mouth down his rod elicited a bigger gag, as she got brave again. She pulled off and coughed much to Jax's amusement. He laughed at her heartily, as he put a hand on her blonde head. 

"Hey... I'm trying here" She said with a squeaky cough.

"You're determined, aren't you?" He tapped his cock along her cheek. All inhibitions were aside now. 

Avery gave him another rare smile, as she nuzzled her brother's rod with her nose. Fluids were spread across her face.

"So... are you okay with this now...?" Her smile turned to a pout, as she sat on her haunches and toyed with his cock. 

Jax grimaced down at her. 

"Don't let me think about it..." if the sensation of her sucking on him subsided enough, his sense may have come back. But instead, he let his cock guide him, pushing her head towards his tip that he brought to her lips. 

Avery mischievously grinned and sat back up, accepting her brother's first advance in this situation, and letting him push his cock into her. She proudly did her best not to gag, her brother playfully trying to find that point, as she clenched her eyes shut. Soon, she couldn't help but heave, a small chuckle from both, as she began to cough again. 

"I love you, Avery." He looked down at her, as she swished his head around her mouth.

"I love you Jaxy," She whispered, as if she was speaking to his penis. For a second, her eyes seemed to remember he would be leaving soon. But to forget it, she plunged it in farther, taking him to the back of her throat and heaving once more. 

"Avery." He twirled some of her strawberry-blonde hair between his fingers. 

"Hmmm?"

"Stand up." 

Her small frame obediently rose to her feet, her doe eyes fixed on his wondering if this adventure was about to end. Maybe he realized he didn't want this, or didn't want her. All those intrusive thoughts flooded her eyes, until the second Jax gently loosened the last blouse button she had struggled with. He then eagerly pulled the white fabric down her arms. 

Her heart skipped as she brightly smiled, her top half now nude, as he tossed her white blouse across the room. She stepped closer to him, resting in the warmth of his much-larger frame, as he put his palm on her nearly flat chest. His thumb toyed with her pink nub as she cooed. Her hand reached down to grab his cock and stroked it, as they shared affection with each other's body. Her brother was perfect at pushing just the right buttons for her. Her light skin was blushing red with stimulation, as she gripped his cock harder and stroked it longer. 

"They aren't as big as some girls," She bemoaned herself, as she enticed him with a tug. 

"No, but that's fine." He plucked her supple tit with his fingers. Jax brought his lips to her forehead and gave her a smooch, hands hardly parting with his sister's chest.

"They aren't like Sonya's." She looked to the side, as she mentioned Jax's boyhood crush. 

"Where did that come from?" He held back a chuckle. 

"Well... she... you know." She held her hands over her chest, to illustrate how big Sonya's were. 

Jax shook his head, and laughed heartily. 

Avery smacked his chest. 

"So, now you are laughing at me?" 

"No... just you are being silly." 

"Oh?" 

"I love your breasts for what they are... yours... my beloved sister." He held both of them affectionately. Avery didn't seem to believe him. So Jax decided it was time to prove it.