What They Shouldnt Like

Robbie was sitting at the dining table, finishing up his Zoom meeting when Sissy walked in. She'd slipped by the laptop camera unseen and stood on the other side of the table, pouting at him. She'd finished work about an hour ago, and boredom had slowly trickled into her veins. Now, she wanted Robbie to be finished too. She wanted all of his attention.

Sissy lifted her dress and held it up between her teeth to keep her hands free. Robbie's eyes shot up from his laptop, and she felt her legs twitch as his gaze washed over her.

"Alright, guys. I think that's about everything." He started saying his goodbyes and closing out his affairs for the day. When he'd finally logged off and shut his laptop, Robbie sat back in his chair and watched her intently. Sissy wondered when her teasing little show was finished what Robbie would do. Comically, she imagined him standing in a grayscale world, stone-faced and applauding violently like Orson Wells or Shia Labeouf. The thought tickled her, and Sissy couldn't help but smile.

"What's so funny, baby girl?" She shook her head, but her smile was steadfast. "You like teasing me while I'm in a meeting?"

"Yeah," Sissy nodded and dropped her dress. She shifted her weight onto one leg, crossed her arms, and tilted her head, looking every bit of the brat she was. "What are you gonna' do about it?"

An amused grin spread over Robbie's face. It was the sort of grin a man might have if he were reading between the lines and liked what he saw. He stood up and rubbed the scruff on his chin. He hadn't been shaving much since they'd started working from home, and Sissy kind of liked it. Standing there in his jeans, faded tee-shirt, and five o'clock shadow, he looked like the bully he was behind closed doors.

"You seem to be in a mood today."

She stepped back away from Robbie, unable to contain her playful smile. Sensing he was about to strike, Sissy tried to turn and run. Robbie was around the other side of the table in a flash and caught her by the wrist before she could get far.

"Oh no you don't," He grunted as he pulled her back, bent, and hauled her up onto his shoulder, the way Sissy imagined a lumberjack carried a log. "You're not getting away that easily."

Robbie carried her to the bedroom, with her playfully hammering his back in mock protest. "You can't do this to me," she cried. "I have rights."

"Sure you do," Robbie answered. "You have a right to be a brat."

He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and tossed Sissy on the bed. A surprised little laugh spilled from her lips as she flew through the air and tumbled down on the mattress. The laughter died as she caught eyes with Robbie, who stood menacingly at the foot of the bed.

"What are you going to do?" She asked in a powdered coquettish tone.

Robbie didn't answer at first. Instead, Sissy's eyes tracked his hand as it trailed down his body and rested on his belt buckle. "We're going to play a game."

"What game?"

Robbie began wrestling open his belt, then the fly of his faded denim jeans. "What game do you wanna' play? Teacher and student? Boss and secretary? Nurse and patient? What game sounds good to you?"

Sissy thought about it for a moment as Robbie took his jeans off. Then, he pulled off his tee-shirt and just stood there in his boxers, letting Sissy take him in, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her.

She thought Robbie looked a little like when they'd first met years ago. She'd bumped into him at the lake where he and a couple of other guys were swimming off of the pier. Sissy and her friends showed up hoping to mingle, and maybe a little more. The other girls were quick to strip down to their bra and panties to swim along with the guys, but Sissy stayed in her dress, afraid of the jabs about her boyish frame and square knees.

After a while, Robbie climbed up off the dock and sat with her. At first, Sissy was suspicious of him, but he didn't try to convince her to swim, or even talk her out of her clothes. Instead, they'd just talked and laughed, and he'd made her feel less worried about her body, and more grateful that Sissy had someone to talk to. And then there was his smell. Sissy couldn't forget that. He'd air-dried off the dock, and Robbie's masculine musk fresh out of the lake water would forever remind Sissy of the smell of summer.

"Hmm," she mused, putting a finger to her mouth. Sissy looked up as if the answer were an intangible thing dangling in the corner of the room. Then she looked back at Robbie and smiled.

"Brother and sister."

Robbie raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Sissy nodded.

"We've never played that one before."

"Awe," her condescending tone filled the room. "Is this game too much for little Robbie?"

As if to answer her, he reached out, ceasing her by the ankles, and pulled Sissy towards him. "Little?" He scoffed.

"You know it's not little."

"I guess I need a reminder."

Robbie's smile faded before he chanced a look over his shoulder. His confidence melted away and was replaced by a look of worry. Again, Sissy was reminded of the boy he was all of those summers long past.

"Alright, but you can't tell Mom."

At first, she didn't understand, then it hit her like a hammer blow, and Sissy sat up on her elbows. She had to think fast, or the illusion would fall apart, and the game would end.

"If you don't show me now, I'll tell mom everything." She imagined trying to sound like a young Alicia Silverstone and Stacey Dash from Clueless, and on the heels of that thought, Sissy found solid footing in her character.

"I'll tell her about the time we were at the boathouse." She did a dramatic hair flip and looked at him with hard eyes. "I'll spill everything you did to me when she went on holiday to Greece. I'll even tell her about when you took me behind the woodshed, forced me down, and ravaged me."

The idea of Robbie throwing her down in the dirt and fucking her played like a short film in her mind, and it left a sensation like fingers raking up the inside of Sissy's thighs. How could she get so turned on by such a disgusting fantasy? She didn't know, but it was a part of who she was. She liked things she shouldn't.

"You said you liked it!" Robbie blurted out. "You promised you wouldn't tell you about that."

"Then hurry up and show me," Sissy said and nodded towards his crotch.

Robbie hesitated for a moment, before nervously pulling his boxers down, and Sissy had to admire him. Whatever the game, he always disappeared into his role. When Robbie was the teacher and she the student, Sissy remembered feeling a little uncomfortable with how he'd touched her as if she were actually a student back in high school. When she was the naughty nurse, and he was the patient, Robbie had expressed an awkwardness akin to being in a flimsy hospital gown in an examination room. When he was the boss, and she was the secretary, Robbie was charismatic and somehow brash, reminding Sissy of both a politician and a Wall Street yuppie.

Now, he reminded her of those high school boys who were too horny for their own good. They were panty sniffers and bra snappers. They pissed outside and drank their father's whiskey. They talked big game around their friends, but behind closed doors, they were just as curious and nervous as the girls.

Sissy caught sight of his erection and had to hold back her excitement. Instead, she reached a handout and gently ran her fingertips up the underside of his cock. It bobbed in response, and she looked up at Robbie just in time to see him swallow, as if something greasy were in his throat.

"You're disgusting." She inhaled sharply, then let it out in a slow hiss, the way she sometimes did when she was trying to expel her frustration. "God, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend."

She slapped his cock playful and watched as it bobbed back and forth, like a banner in a breeze. Sissy looked up in time to see Robbie's Jaw tighten. His worried look of shame slowly melting away into a mask of irritation. "You're lucky I let you get away with fucking me so often."

Sissy pushed her hair behind her shoulders, looked up into Robbie's face, and shook her head. "Why did I ever let you fuck me? You disgusting pig!" She leaned back and put a socked foot to his chest. "You're sick." She whispered. Then kicked Robbie away from her a little harder than she meant to.

He staggered back and caught her foot at the last minute. She saw that his face had turned stony, and Sissy felt genuine worry turn over in her chest.

"You little bitch." He reached down and clamped his hand around her jaw, squeezing her mouth into a surprised 'oh. "You think you can treat me like your little pet?" The flare of his anger had frightened her, and she wasn't sure if they were still in the game or if Robbie was truly mad at her?

He flipped her over onto her stomach and pinned one of her hands behind her back. "Wait," Sissy squeaked out, but her plea fell on deaf ears. Robbie swatted her ass once, twice, then thrice. On the third time, Sissy called out, only to have Robbie lean down and growl in her ear.

"Shush! I don't want mom to hear us."

He's pulled her panties to one side, letting his cock pressed insistently against the mouth of her pussy. And Sissy was embarrassed just how wet she was against him.

"You let me," Robbie repeated back and chuckled. The malice in his voice made her squirm in shame and arousal. "You didn't let me. I took it, just like I'm going to do now." He pushed into her and grunted in appreciation as Sissy's body grew rigid until she felt Robbie's full-length.

"Fucking disgusting," Sissy called over her shoulder. She could almost feel his grin when he drew her hips up and forced her face down into the mattress.

"Can't keep that pretty little mouth shut, can you? That's why I took you behind the woodshed. I guess you haven't learned how to treat your brother yet, huh?"

Her only response was a high mincing 'hm' every time he thrust into her until Sissy finally lifted her head. A strand of silvery spit spilled from her mouth as she peered over her shoulder, looking back at her brother, who'd somehow gotten the better of her. Surely he could take a little teasing, or had she pushed him too far?

A high, whining noise escaped her, and Robbie clamped a hand over her mouth. "Mom is right outside. Do you want her to hear you? Do you want her to come in and see you like this?"

She shook her head. "You think you can tell anyone now, with your pussy just begging for your brother's dick? You don't think I know how badly you want it. You don't think I know the truth about why you don't have a boyfriend?"

Robbie's berating was velvet in her ears, and Sissy felt herself racing towards an orgasm. She was almost there. Sissy just needed that final push before she could let herself unravel entirely.

As if hearing her thoughts, Robbie gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "Say you want my cock."

Sissy shook her head, feeling tears sting her eyes, but Robbie persisted. "Say you want your big brother's cock." God, she was so close now. "Say it." Sissy felt as if she were on the brink, looking over the edge. "SAY! IT!"

Robbie's cock thrashed into her as he spoke, and the intensity nearly choked Sissy, but she managed to relent all the same. "Alright," her words escaped in a panicked strangle. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I want my brother's cock. You know, I do!"

As her admission escaped her, Sissy felt the heat of humiliation brand her with a black label. Why would he make her say such an unsavory thing aloud? And what was worse, how could she actually like such a twisted fantasy?

Warmth crept up from her crotch and radiated into her midriff and chest until Sissy was on fire! She felt her body tighten and convulse as her orgasm wiped her thoughts like an eraser to a blackboard, leaving Sissy floating in a thoughtless sable of greasy euphoria.

She resurfaced in Robbie's arms, feeling warm tears spill down her cheeks. He was rocking her, not like a manic brother, pervy teacher, or a forward boss, but the way a lover does when the worst has passed.

"Sorry," She said and wiped her eyes.

"Don't be," Robbie answered before leaning down and kissing her. She smiled up at him, and they sat there for a long time, Robbie rocking h and kissing her, and Sissy wiping her eyes and smiling.

"Wait," she said and sat up on her elbows. "You didn't cum?"

Robbie shrugged. "I guess we'll have to play another game."

Sissy tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "What game?"

Robbie rubbed his chin as he thought about it. "I don't know yet. Something nasty."

"Nastier than that?" Sissy gestured to the sheets as if their last little fantasy - stained the fabric.

Robbie nodded before pushing Sissy back onto the bed.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Something you can sink into, except this time, I'm not going to stop until I've filled you with my cum. Is that alright with you?"

Sissy nodded, and couldn't help but smile as her husband climbed on top of her. The games changed, which kept things fresh for them, but the building tension before a nail-raking climax always stayed the same. The part where Robbie fucked her until she was breathless and soppy always stayed the same. The suffocating shame of each twisted fantasy, only to finally give in, and let crackling ecstasy thunder throughout her body always stayed the same.

Sissy couldn't help but like the things she shouldn't, but mostly, she liked it when Robbie did too.