Hard Time

Ellery couldn't figure out what she'd miss less- getting frisked by a dyke with an attitude problem or being undressed by some perv's eyes while she waited in line. Maybe it would be the bright, occasionally flickering fluorescent lights that gave the already sterile visitation room an even more discomfiting ambience; their buzzing could be heard over the furtive conversations and the loud ones, the sobbing wives and their horny husbands, the sullen children and their overly-enthusiastic fathers. Later, Ellery would realize that it was the way her brother seemed to change in subtle ways over the course of his sentence so that by the end of it, the overall effect was drastic.

Pre-incarceration Dean was tan and fit from outdoor sports, a dashing young man who always had a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Every time she'd seen him since- first with both parents, then just their mom, and finally on her own- her brother looked harder, paler, meaner; the way a dead creature will fossilize over time and under pressure. Only four years older, fifteen pounds leaner and brutishly muscular, he appeared to be a different man entirely.

"Can you believe it, Elle? I'm a free man," Dean proclaimed, giving his sister a long embrace in the open air.

"Watch out world," Ellery teased.

Dean released his sister and looked her over, noticing that she had changed as well. Ellery was fourteen when he went away- trapped in that phase where girls are developing their feminine charms but are too awkward to know what to do with them. She always dressed extra conservatively on visiting days and kept her long chestnut hair twisted up into a bun with a thick curtain of bangs framing her face. Today though, his sister had chosen a flirty purple sundress and left her hair flowing freely over her shoulders and down her back. Radiant skin, vivid green eyes, hour-glass figure and graceful limbs- Ellery was a woman now.

"Wow, you look beautiful," Dean observed with a smile that made his face look familiar once more.

"It's a special occasion," Ellery demurred, looking down shyly.

A lock of hair fell in front of her face and her brother brushed it aside nodding in agreement. Dean's narrowed eyes fixed on her cleavage just visible from his vantage point, jaw muscles quivering.

"Well, let's blow this popsicle stand," she said, feeling self-conscious as he continued to inspect her body. When Ellery turned around to get in the driver's seat, he got a good view of her equally curvaceous backside. For an otherwise petite girl, she certainly had some impressive assets.

"Ma couldn't make it?" Dean asked casually after he got inside of his sister's sedan.

"Uh, no, she had plans today," Ellery answered, hoping he wouldn't ask what those seemingly more important plans were.

"I knew Dad wouldn't but I thought– It doesn't matter. You're here and that's what counts. You've always been there for me when I needed you, sis," Dean said thickly, as if suddenly overwhelmed all the emotions he'd locked inside his tough exterior.

"I always will, bro," she said, patting his nearby hand.

"So you're not staying with the rents anymore," he remarked after knuckling a tear from his eye.

"Nope, I found a two bedroom apartment, not too far from the University. They're helping me pay for it until I can find a roommate, though, so they think they can pop by anytime they want."

"You start school soon, right?"

"Six weeks actually," Ellery calculated. "Who'd have thought I'd get a scholarship?"

"You were always the brains and I was just the balls," Dean observed.

"Don't say that. You have your GED and you're a jack of all trades."

"And master of none- with a criminal record. I'll be lucky if I can get a minimum wage job, much less find a decent place." His last arrest certainly hadn't been his first, for B&E at least.

"You can stay with me until you get back on your feet," she suggested.

"Mom and Dad would ixnay that idea in a hurry."

"Well they don't have to find out. I make decent wages as a hostess. Besides, I have some money saved up and I'll get a refund check at the start of the semester to help float us for a while."

"I won't burden you," Dean said solemnly.

"You're my brother, not a burden. Now cheer up, goddammit! You just got out. We should celebrate," Ellery laughed, punching him lightly on the knee.

"Okay, okay. If you weren't too young to drink I would say we should hit up a bar. Although that could get me in hot water with my PO."

"I can drive you by the liquor store on the way to my house. It's kind of lame, but we could watch a movie, catch up on lost times."

"Doesn't sound lame at all, sis. In fact, it sounds just about perfect."

Ellery made several stops on the way- including one at a fast food restaurant for Dean's requisite double cheeseburger- but finally they were at her place. It wasn't much of a grand tour: the apartment was small but immaculate with a modern kitchen and two master suites. Its sparse furnishings and decor were neutral to accommodate anyone's taste. The only room Ellery had personalized was her bedroom, which Dean looked around with slight bemusement.

"What?" she asked as Dean seemed to chuckle at some private joke.

"Nothing. It's sweet, that's all. You still sleep with stuffed animals," he said, picking up a fuzzy rabbit off of her pillow.

"So?" Ellery rescued Cottontail from her brother's hands and clutched him to her chest.

"I mean, are you still a virgin or something?" Dean held up a fleecy lamb with comically oversized legs as Exhibit B.

"That's a very personal question." Ellery snapped and snatched away Lambkins as well, giving her a conciliatory pat on the head.

"Oh my God, you are!" Dean exclaimed, noticing the deep shade of red his sister had turned- which appeared even brighter against the white of her precious stuffed pets. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added hastily.

"No, there's not," Ellery said, placing Cottontail and Lambkins back on her pink pillow. "Now, do you wanna have some drinks or do you want to make fun of my room some more?"

"Drinks. Definitely," Dean said, following her out. "By the way, where did you find your unicorn collection?"

"Shut up!"

"Did they have Precious Moments figurines too?"

"No, but they had plenty of shut-the-fuck-up dolls," Ellery retorted.

"This is good. We haven't had a fight in years," Dean remarked, pulling several bottles of liquor out of their paper bags and lining them up on the kitchen counter.

"It's the little things, isn't it," she said wistfully, getting orange juice and a bottle of Sprite out of the fridge.

"Like holding an actual glass," agreed Dean, a crystal tumbler in hand.

"Oh, I have shot glasses for entertaining!" Ellery pushed her way past her brother and reaching up to the highest shelf in the cabinet. "I almost forgot- I haven't actually used them yet..."

"Probably cause you can't reach them, shorty." Dean pressed up against her back, wrapped one arm around her waist and used his other to reach effortlessly past her grasping hand for a couple of shot glasses. "You've got to take at least one shot with me," he entreated softly in her ear.

For some reason, having Dean hold her from behind made Ellery feel a jolt of desire; it rushed down her spine, flooded her belly and trickled into her sex. When he wrapped his other arm around her as well, gently swaying side to side, she couldn't help but melt into his firm chest and hard crotch: not only did Dean have a growing erection, but it was grinding into the top of her ass crack through his jeans.

"Whiskey, tequila or vodka?" Dean released her without making mention of his impressive hard-on.

"Um...tequila," she chose shakily, ignoring the heated moment as well.

"Then we need a salt shaker." He turned away to chop a lime, marveling every so often at the way the light glints on a real knife's blade. Ellery stood next to him, chilling the tequila with a makeshift shaker of ice. After filling their glasses, Dean led her through the drill.

"Lick the salt off your hand," he demonstrated and Ellery mimicked, lapping her pink tongue along her wrist like a cat. "Grab a wedge and take your shot." They both swallowed the ever smooth Patron and Dean quickly followed up with, "Now chase it with the lime."

The flavors mixed remarkably well and the alcohol burned only slightly; deep inside like a fire had been kindled there and its smoke was filling her brain with a most pleasant fog.

"Another?" he offered, and they repeated the process again. Ellery licked the salt slowly the second time, noticing the underlying flavor of her skin and the way Dean watched her every move.

"I'd better check in with my Parole Officer before I get too drunk. And you should take it easy on the shots for now. Make whatever girly drink you were about to mix up," he advised.

"Yes sir," she said sarcastically, filling the glass only halfway. After Dean left the room, Ellery downed the pony of tequila and eyeballed a liberal amount into a tumbler before adding juice, soda and a squeeze of lime. She was heating a bag of popcorn when her brother returned.

"Movie time?" Dean asked, breaking open the whiskey.

"Yes. You have a lot of catching up to do."

"I certainly do." Dean took a shot and then measured out a few more into a tumbler. "I'm sure I'll like whatever you picked- as long as it's not a RomCom."

"You mean you don't want to watch 'Love is All You Need'?" Ellery teased, stumbling slightly on her way into the living room with the bag of popcorn and drink in hand. Growing up with an older brother, she had developed a taste for movies and music that weren't stereotypically girly, though nothing too crude; Ellery got along well with guys without trying to be one of them. "Actually I got a Bromedy 'cause I thought you could use a good laugh," she told him, bending over to put the movie in.

The position afforded Dean a good look at her white panties and the heart-shaped outline of her bottom through the gauzy material. When Ellery turned around to join him on the sofa, he pretended to be examining a piece of art that looked like paint had been splattered randomly on the canvas before it was hung to drip-dry. She snuggled up next to him on the chaise portion of the sectional and threw a blanket over both of them.

"Perfect," Ellery pronounced, remote in hand.

"Most definitely," Dean agreed, holding a woman next to him for the first time in years.

When she wasn't leaning forward to take a sip of her drink, Ellery laid flush against his muscle-bound body. She'd forgotten how nice it felt to cuddle with her brother, and the fact that he was ripped now and she was more than a bit tipsy was an added bonus. They chatted over the movie between bites of popcorn and sips of their drinks until the fateful subject came up.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Dean asked, gazing at her face illuminated by the blue glow of the television.

"Not right now. Do you?"

"Very funny," he said dryly. "But you've dated, right?"

"A few times," Ellery said. She'd been asked out plenty but seldom accepted, often giving a school related excuse. After all, dating wasn't exactly an extracurricular activity that you can put on a college application.

"But no one's ever..."

"Popped my cherry?" she supplied. "No. But I'm not completely innocent."

"What does that mean?" Apparently he was finding this conversation more interesting than the movie, which only made her want to take it further.

"It means that just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun," Ellery said lightly.

"I see. So earlier when I was holding you..."

"I totally felt your hard-on?" she giggled.

"Sorry," Dean began sheepishly.

"Don't be. I didn't mind. Besides, if there's anything I understand, it's unfulfilled desire," Ellery confided, idly stroking her brother's washboard abs through his white t-shirt.

"Did your boyfriends not know how to please you?" Dean guessed, petting his sister's silky hair.

"Some of them knew but rarely had the patience. But most of them didn't have a clue what to do down there. It was like they were trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded."

Dean laughed at the apt analogy. "Amateurs."

"You wouldn't do that to a girl, would you? Let her do all the work and then leave her hanging," Ellery asked sweetly, reaching her hand up his shirt to feel the coarse hairs on Dean's chest.

"Absolutely not," he answered, shifting restlessly under his sister's touch.

"Because I'm a giver," explained Ellery, tracing the taut line that ran between his pects down to his bellybutton. "I pleasure my lover the way I want to be pleasured. And I don't want to have to beg for mine in return."

"You shouldn't have to," Dean commiserated, his fingers sliding along her delicate jawbone to her chin, tilting her face up so he could see her better. "The only time you should have to beg is when a man's between your legs and you're begging him to stop before you pass out from cumming."

"Such things you say," she said, batting her eyes coyly. By now Ellery's palm was resting firmly on the bulging seam of his jeans. Her brother's hardness was twitching underneath like a wild animal struggling to be free.

"What are you doing, Ellie?"

"Trying to feel your cock. What do you think I'm doing?" she purred.

"Hmmm...That's what I thought. And how does it feel?"

"Nice...Big...I wish I could see just how big..."

Dean grabbed her hand, pressed down even harder and ground up against it with frustrated growl. "Jesus, the things I would do to you if you weren't my sister!"

"But I am. And I want you to do them anyway." Ellery looked up at him and parted her pretty pink lips as an offering; they were so plump that they appeared swollen. Dean was drawn to them like a magnet, pressing her mouth open further to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her greedily as if quenching a long thirst, occasionally nibbling on her pouty bottom lip as if he wanted to devour it.

When Ellery started to unbutton his fly, Dean broke away abruptly, looking down at her hands now busied with his zipper. "You shouldn't do that, Ellie," he warned feebly.

"How else am I going to see your cock?"

"You don't know what you're doing," said Dean, though clearly she did.

"I've seen a cock before. I like them...I like feeling them...I like tasting them..."

She was pulling his pants down and he was lifting his hips off the sofa to let her.

"I'm so fucking horny I can't think straight. I don't want to take advantage of you, sis."

"That's why I want to do this for you, Dean. I know how long you've waited," Ellery said gently, caressing his cock through his underwear.

"You don't know how lonely it's been," her brother confessed.

"But I do," she assured him, pulling the waistband down to finally see Dean's needy member. "Oh God," Ellery muttered in awe when her brother's erection sprang up and landed on his belly, exposing the sensitive underside of his shaft and achingly full balls.

She covered his lame attempts at protest with her mouth, grabbing Dean's cock at the base with her nimble fingers.

As Ellery jacked her brother's cock ever so deftly, thumb and forefinger playing with its purplish head, Dean succumbed and returned her kisses. There was nothing between them and this forbidden intimacy; both siblings had abandoned reason and knew only lust.

"I love you, Elle. I love you. So. Fucking. Much," he said, bucking back against her grip.

"I love you too, Dean," whispered Ellery, helping her brother pull his pants down all the way so she could situate herself between his legs. Without a word, she slipped the straps of her dress off and revealed her breasts, pushed together and cradled in satin. Dean couldn't help but pinch both hardened nipples before reaching around her back to unclasp her bra.

"Fuck," he swore thickly, taking one of those perfect rosy buds into his mouth.

"You like my tits?" Ellery asked breathlessly under his savage assault.

"I love them," he corrected between suckling audibly on each in turn. They were large enough to fill his hands but firm enough to maintain their perky shape. "And I wanna fuck them," added Dean, mercilessly tugging one nipple with his teeth.

"Fuck 'em, baby," she encouraged in a husky voice, spitting on her palm to slather his cock with saliva.

"Are you sure?" he gasped, as she positioned herself for his use.

But he didn't wait for a reply. Every time Dean slid his cock up between her tits- which she held pressed together snugly- Ellery's tongue greeted its tip. Occasionally she'd take him all the way into her mouth, not even gagging when he hit the back of her throat. Then she'd squeeze her tits back around his slick-dick so Dean could resume his rut.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," he hissed, holding his sister tightly by the shoulders.

"Cum in my mouth, Dean. I want to taste your hot seed...I want you to give it all to me."

"I will, baby, oh God, I will," he moaned as Ellery started giving him head in earnest.

Dean wasn't lying- he was so close that his cock was somehow even bigger and harder than before. Soon he was holding her fiercely by the hair, thrusting back so hard that Ellery couldn't help but gag over and over again. But she continued, undaunted, focused solely on his release.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Elle...I'm gonna cum in your sweet little mouth, oh fuck!"

Dean's words became incomprehensible as he squirted his load down his sister's gullet.

Ellery kept on, expertly sucking down every last drop of salty jism, until he was completely spent. He was still swearing and muttering when she chased down the bitter aftertaste with the rest of her drink.

"God, that was amazing," Dean said, giving his sister a long, grateful kiss.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said modestly, re-covering them with the blanket.

"No really, I've had a lot of blowjobs but goddamn!" he continued, drawing her warm body close with his arms. "I love you so much, Elle. And not just because you give good head."

"I love you too, Dean. I don't know what came over me just now. I hope it won't change things between us."

"How could it not? This was more than just getting off- for me at least."

"Me too," she said softly, not expecting him to share her feelings.

"Good. I enjoyed the hell out of it but you're my sister, and I wouldn't want to think you did that just because you felt bad for me or had too much to drink. If that's the case-"

"It's not! I've never wanted to do that for a man so much in my life- to give him pleasure purely for his satisfaction. Purely for his love."

"You have to let me return the favor, Elle." Dean fondled her breasts one by one, grinning devilishly as a soft moan escaped her lovely lips. "I want to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop."

"Do you?" Ellery felt so wet by now that a feather could have made her cream.

"I do, my sweet sister...my lover...my love," he answered, ignoring his own reignited need to tend to hers now.

"What if I don't beg?" she teased, shuddering when the cool air hit her hot skin; Dean threw off the blanket and peeled the rest of her dress down over her hips until it fell to the floor.

"But you will," her brother insisted. "I won't stop until you do...or my jaw drops off," he promised, fingering Ellery's pussy through her moist panties. Dean kissed her mouth down to her neck; her neck down to her breasts; her breasts down to her tummy; her tummy down and down and down. The gradual descent drove her wild, wishing he would hurry but at the same time hoping it would last forever.

Dean toyed with her through the fabric before finally pulling off Ellery's last piece of clothing. He opened her legs, taking in the aroma of her desire and the sight of her carefully trimmed bush; there was a profusion of short curly hairs at the top of her mound that tapered down to a neat landing strip. Kissing slowly and deliberately now- sometimes on her pussy and sometimes on the inside of her thighs- Dean fingered the slick folds of his sister's sex. Ellery cried out when he made contact with her swollen clit and closed her legs reflexively.