Sibling Love Ch. 02

As the song came to an end I lifted my eyes to meet hers at last and poked my guitar pick between my teeth.

"I thought I wouldn't be distracting you," I teased along with a smirk.

She continued to run her fingernails over her bottom lip, the corners of her mouth curving upward. "Sorry, big brother. That was amazing, you've really got that song down!"

I shrugged. "It's nothing special, I've had that one down for ages." I walked over to sit on the bed beside her. "But you definitely seemed to be enjoying it, even though you've heard me play it a million times," I mentioned and lifted a finger to trace her lip as well.

She pulled a hand from under her chin and grasped mine, sucking my finger into her mouth. I grunted as she rolled her velvet tongue around my digit before pulling out with a soft pop.

"You just look so sexy when you play," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Especially when you reach a solo." She licked at my wet finger and smiled up at me.

"Thanks," I answered dumbly, because what else could you really say to that?

The rest of the afternoon went by with little fanfare. I worked my way through my songs over and over as Ellie continued her reading. After I was done I'd packed everything I needed and lugged it all down to the hallway. We had a light dinner before Ellie retreated to her room to get changed while I took another shower and groomed myself properly.

"Kids! Are you ready?" Dad yelled up the stairs. I heard Ellie yell something back as I finished getting dressed. I threaded my belt through my jean's hoops while heading downstairs. I spotted Mom and Dad who were dressed semi-appropriately with jeans and leather jackets.

Seeing them standing by the door and ready to go brought on the butterflies I'd been dreading and avoiding all day long. I'd managed to hold them off most of the day but now that we were heading to the venue, they set in like a lead weight in my gut and I knew all too well they wouldn't be vacating my gut anytime soon.

"Ellie!" Dad bellowed, "Come on, we're going!"

We heard her door open and close before she hopped down the stairs and over to the hallway. My jaw nearly hit the damn floor.

She had on a pair of platform boots that lead up to a black skirt which ended halfway down her thighs. For the top she wore a long-sleeve purple shirt with her short leather jacket tying everything together... which only accentuated her large bust. She'd straightened her raven hair, tying it off at the bottom with a purple ribbon. The only part of her that didn't look 'metal' was her usual light makeup, aside from the dark mascara and eye-shadow.

Compared to my boots, black jeans and shredded long-sleeve Megadeth shirt, I felt oddly under-dressed to my own gig all of a sudden.

She grabbed my arm and cuddled up against me. "Sorry I took so long, big bro, I wanted to make sure I had my look juuuust right for your big night."

Our parents laughed and turned to start ferrying my guitars and amplifier to the pickup. Once outside the front door and safely around the corner of the house I turned my head back down to my little sis.

"You look incredible," I said with a shake of my head.

"You don't look half-bad yourself." She beamed up at me and, thanks to her platform shoes, could more easily reach up to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Are you excited? I know I am."

I headed towards the door and leaned down to pick up my bag of pedals and cables. "Excited? Kinda, I guess. At the moment I'm deep in the butterfly stage, though. It's hard to feel much else when those set in."

"You'll be fine, just remember what I said earlier." She gave me a slow, chaste kiss before leading me by the arm to the truck. I chucked my stuff in the back before locking it up and hopped into the back seat. Ellie jumped into the other side. Just as I was about to buckle myself up I saw dad tap on the window. He yanked open the door and gave me a quizzical look.

"Excuse me, son, but it's your gig. You're driving." He threw the keys at me with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes, but had to grin anyway. "Yeah, yeah. Alright, got it."

Mom hopped in beside Ellie while Dad joined me in the front as I started up the engine and let it run for a few minutes while adjusting the air-con.

"Where are we headed to tonight, dear?" Mom asked.

"It's that club on 5th in town," I said as I set an earbud in one ear, playing the songs I'd be performing tonight for last-minute prep.

Ellie threw her arms over the driver's seat, dangling her hands over me. "That's a busy part of town, Aden."

I nodded. "Yeah, but we're coming in from the south. At this time of night we shouldn't hit much traffic, I don't think it'll take longer than half an hour."

As Ellie pulled her hands back to sit in her seat, she brushed her fingernails gently over my cheek. I hid my smile.

We arrived pretty much at 7:00pm on the nose. Dad helped me to unload all of my gear into the service entrance while Mom and Ellie went through to the bar to get us some drinks.

"Thanks, Dad. I'll be alright from here if you want to go get a drink."

He nodded at me and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Remember what we said to you earlier." His eyes held an odd intensity, almost like he was threatening me.

"Yeah. I will."

As he disappeared into the club, the guys all appeared from the backstage entrance.

"Eyy, it's Eyyyden!" Mark, our singer and rhythm guitarist called out as he bent down to grab a guitar case. Trav, our bassist, gave me a dumb salute while grabbing some other gear, while Gus, our drummer, slapped a hand down on my shoulder. "It's gonna be a good night, man. I'm feelin' it."

I laughed. "Heh, me too, in my ass. I'm shitting myself," I joked and they joined me in a laugh as we went to get set up.

Normally we'd soundcheck our gigs, but we'd played this place a few times before, so we already knew our settings. We were the first of two bands to play that night. I didn't know much about the second, and to be honest it was odd to not see them anywhere around. The only reason I'd turned up so dangerously late was because I knew the venue. These new guys hadn't played there before.

I shrugged. It's not like it was my problem; their loss if they don't show up. I stood my guitars on their stands after a quick re-tune and put the rest of my gear into position, giving everything a quick test strum before muting the rig.

"Right, I'm gonna grab a drink. You guys want anything?"

All three lifted up their bottles of beer.

"Got it."

I hopped down from the stage entrance and took a deep breath in front of the door to the floor. Good thing I did, too. It was completely packed. I edged my way around the crowds of metal fans, most of them making way for me. Upside to being tall and broad, I guessed.

I headed to the bar at the back of the room, spotting my family sitting on stools at the far end. Mom and Dad faced the bar while Ellie was looking towards the stage, craning her head left and right.

Feeling mischievous, I hid my face and ducked around behind her, reaching a hand down to gently squeeze her thigh.

She yelped and spun around with a face like thunder, clearly ready to lump someone she wasn't expecting to be me. I laughed as her anger melted into a grin.

"Aden! You almost got a fist in the nose for that." She laughed as she squeezed my hand harder into her thigh.

"What can I say, I like to live dangerously." I gave her a quick pat before slipping around and between Mom and Dad to grab my beer. "Thanks for the drink."

Dad and Mom both lifted their glasses and gave an impromptu 'cheers'. Ellie leaned over and tapped my glass with the neck of her bottle.

"How much longer until you're on, dear?" Mom asked and took a sip of her coke. She didn't drink much.

I glanced at my watch. 7:50. "Ten minutes." My gut did some form of obscure gymnastic routine. I'm sure it would've gotten a ten out of ten from the judges, maybe even a gold medal. I flagged down a bartender and ordered the beers for the guys as Ellie hopped out of her seat and walked over to me.

"I can't wait, big bro. After hearing you practice earlier I just know you're going to absolutely kill it up there." She wrapped an arm around Mom's shoulder and leaned into her.

Mom and Dad both nodded. "We could hear it, too. You knocked it out of the park. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself," Dad said.

I took a deep breath and gave my parents a quick hug each. I turned to Ellie and gave her a longer hug. "Thanks again," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

I felt her smile against my neck as she covertly licked my adam's apple. "Go break a leg."

With that I grabbed the beers and made my way back to the guys. We toasted to not fucking up and as we necked our drinks we heard the music and house lights fade out, followed by stage lights flaring up. The crowd let out the sort of cheer only a friendly metal crowd can. In other words, one that screamed bloody murder.

Gus legged it behind his kit as we grabbed our guitars. I had just enough time to take one more gulp of beer and a deep breath before the curtains rose and we slammed straight into our set.

God, it felt amazing playing my favorite songs to a crowd of people who loved them too. I couldn't really make out much of the crowd with the lights shining in my eyes, so I just pretended they weren't there and went on playing to the absolute best of my ability.

We'd just finished our third song and I was taking a break along with a sip of beer as Mike chatted with the crowd. He was a real people-pleaser, a skill I was a little envious of. A hand suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to find an older man in his 50's beckoning me to come backstage. I nodded at Gus who was just as confused as me and followed him.

"Sorry to disturb you guys, you're doing great. Listen, the band who were supposed to follow you tonight are a no-show. Is there any chance you'd be able to do another half hour to fill their slot? We'll pay you extra."

I blinked. "We don't really have a lot more prepared... give me 5 minutes to discuss it with the guys?"

"Sure, no problem."

I stepped back onstage and motioned for the guys to come with me. I explained the situation and, naturally, the offer of more time on stage and more money was a winner. We had a quick skirmish about what songs to play and headed back to the stage. Mike spent another few minutes chatting with the crowd as I knocked back the rest of my beer and felt my phone vibrate. I yanked it out to find a message from Ellie.

"Is everything okay? What's wrong?"

Looking out for me as always.

"Nothing's wrong, we're fine." I replied and slipped my phone back into my pocket.

And so we played for another half hour, adding in some songs we mostly remembered. There were a few mistakes from all of us but we just laughed them off. The crowd got a kick out of seeing a band completely unprepared and cheered us on. It was fucking awesome.

At 9pm the house lights came back on, stage lights turned off and the club went back to its regularly-scheduled dross music. The club owner was waiting for us backstage.

"That was fucking great fellas," He handed us our cash. I took a quick look at it and realized he must've dropped a pretty big bonus in there. "Everyone loved it. We'll have you guys back here again for sure." We took turns shaking his hand and went about packing up all of our gear.

"Went pretty damn well," I said to the guys as we zipped and folded and rolled up gear.

Mike nodded. "Hell yeah dude, we kicked ass! That solo you ripped on ToS was the shit."

Gus and Trav nodded while I just scratched the back of my head. I thought I did it alright, some flubs with my string bends but I wasn't about to bring it up with them.

"What're you guys up to now?" I asked to divert the conversation as we ferried our gear to the service entrance. It was a stupid question, I knew they were all about to hit the bars.

And I was right.

They stuffed their gear out of the way and said their goodbyes before wandering out into the street. I sat on my amp and pulled my phone out to text Ellie.

"I'm by the service entrance. Good to go."

A reply came almost immediately.

"Oh my god that was amaznig aden were comin. Gnow wait a minute."

I couldn't help but laugh. She must've been excited for the queen of literature to forget all grammar.

Ellie burst through the club doors and looked left and right before spotting me. I barely had time to stand up before she launched herself into my arms. "That was incredible! You guys sounded amazing, and they let you play for another half hour!"

I gently put her down as Mom and Dad eventually came through, each wearing matching grins.

"Son, that was really something," Dad said as he gave me a pat on the shoulder. "I'll drive home."

Mom drew me into a tight hug. "It looks like you found that little bit of confidence you were missing, hmm?"

Ever perceptive, my Mom.

"Yeah," I glanced at Ellie. With her proud smile and 'I told you so' expression, she gave me a wink. "I guess I did."

We loaded up the car and I hopped in the back seat with Ellie. As Dad started the engine and got some warm air circulating, Ellie untied and kicked off her boots before laying her legs across mine.

I glanced over at her as she pulled her phone from her handbag. As we took off into the dark streets, her face lit up with pale blue light against the inky backdrop through the window behind her.

Just as I was about to ask why she was using me as a leg rest I felt my pocket vibrate. I yanked out my phone to a message from her. I glanced over but she was just looking down at her feet. I opened the message.

"Platforms hurt. Would you rub my feet?"

I smirked to myself and glanced back at her only to find her smiling sweetly at me. I hit reply.

"You couldn't have picked more comfortable shoes?"

She clicked the message instantly and rolled her eyes while biting back a grin.

"I wanted to look good for you tonight. Please? You've just shown us all how amazingly skilled you are with your hands."

Guilt trip, eh? Two could play that game.

"You look beautiful, but my hands are sore from all of my amazing guitar playing tonight."

She looked up at me and perked an eyebrow.

Shit, I hadn't played that one very well.

"I'll take 'that's a lie for $500'."

I snorted a laugh and looked back at her to find her wearing a matching grin.

"Pleeease?"

With an exaggerated sigh I reached down and cupped my hands around the bridge of her tiny feet. Pressing my thumbs into her heel caused her petite toes to curl in reaction as I kneaded my thumbs up to the balls of her feet and back down again.

Bzzt.

"You're so, so talented with those hands."

The tips of my fingers brushed over her toes, then I switched to gently rubbing each one between my fingers and thumbs before working my way back down to her sole and repeating the process.

A shudder ran through her; I glanced over to see her heavily lidded eyes staring at me in the darkness before looking back at her phone. She tapped and typed for a few moments, only instead of sending the message she showed me her screen.

"That feels incredible, Aden. You're making me as wet as I was when you were on stage."

My breath caught in my throat and I fought to not choke as I looked up into her eyes, but she'd already pulled the phone back and was typing. Was she that turned on from some guitar playing and a foot massage?

She finished typing and nibbled at her bottom lip. I fought the urge to grab her phone out of her hands and read what she'd written as she ever-so-slowly, almost nervously turned the screen so that I could see.

"I'm so glad that I decided to not wear panties."

My blood ran cold in surprise as she spread her legs a little, forcing my eyes down like magnets between her shapely thighs to catch a glimpse of smooth, glistening lips for the first time. She closed them almost as fast as they opened.

I finally let go of her feet and grabbed my phone.

"Last night you were telling me that you've never done anything like this before. When did you become a grade-A tease? Now all I can think about is tasting you."

I watched intently as she looked down at her phone and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You bring it out in me, dear brother... and I can't wait. ;)"

Goddammit. Having seen those perfect pink lips, all I wanted to do was worship them with my mouth. Why the hell did she have to do that in the car, 25 minutes from home and longer still until we could be left undisturbed? The damn tease. I went back to rubbing her feet for the remainder of the drive, trying to get the image of her beautiful, soaking wet pussy out of my mind.

When we were about 10 minutes from getting home, Dad suddenly pulled over.

"Alright kids, you can drive the rest of the way," he announced.

Ellie and I shared a confused look.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Mom turned her head slightly. "We're going to stop at the Townleys' for drinks, I made that little flower display for their party this evening." She frowned. "Did I not tell you? I'm sorry."

I felt my stomach do a somersault in excitement. The only thing more exciting was the way Ellie's face lit up as she bit hard into her lower lip. The house to ourselves all night? Oh, it couldn't have been more perfect.

"Wait," I asked as reality set in. "How are you going to get home?"

"We'll call a taxi. Don't worry about us, dear. You two go ahead and watch that movie properly this time."

I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and as Mom and Dad made their way to the Townleys' house, I walked around to the driver's seat. Ellie wasted no time in crawling into the passenger seat as we waved them off.

As soon as the front door shut behind them, Ellie grabbed hold of my neck and yanked me towards her.

"Kiss me," she demanded as her lips closed in on mine.

I grinned in a way that I'm sure was shit-eating. Well, well. Someone was excited. Time for a little payback.

"Mmm..." I dodged her lips and started the truck back up. "...once we're home."

Her mouth hung open in my peripheral vision and I had to force down the laugh that bubbled up.

"You're an awful, awful brother," she said with a pout.

"Two can play at this game, dear sister," I countered.

After a few minutes of driving in silence I heard a tiny whimper come from beside me. Curious, I looked over and what I saw made my cock throb. My little sister had a hand up her top, squeezing a large breast while her other hand moved between her spread thighs, stroking and tapping her wet little pussy.

"Ellie, what the fuck?" I growled.

I could almost hear her smirk.

"Do you want to touch me?" she asked in the most angelic of tones.

"Don't ask me rhetorical questions."

I could hear the intoxicating sound of her fingers stroking her sticky, sopping wet lips. "Would you like to... lick me, Adey?" There was more than a faint hint of nervousness in her voice, but hearing her say those words was beyond sexy. My cock ached at the thought.

I forced my focus back on the road. "Fuck... yes..."

"Good. Because I want to touch you, too," she replied as her free hand reached over to ghost over my already throbbing cock. Her fingers, a little awkwardly, gave me a squeeze. "I... want to lick you, too," she whispered shakily into my ear.

God, I wanted to yank my cock out and feel her mouth around me more than I wanted air. "Are you trying to make me crash?" I growled.