When the Need Strikes

The thoughts wouldn't stop racing through my mind - I was conflicted and aroused and angry at myself, and it wasn't until I realized that Craig had been talking to me for a while that I snapped out of it.

"Petra?" he was saying, and I looked at him in a weird, guilty shock. He'd been so much more assertive lately...just to add to the humiliation I was feeling, I even managed to find **that** to be a turn-on.

"Yeah?" I said, acting as aloof and annoyed as possible.

"I said slow down. Pay attention, would you?"

Two weeks ago, I would have snapped at him, told him I didn't have to keep going at all. But something indefinable had changed in our dynamic, and all I did was nod, apologize, and turn my efforts back into getting him off.

"The sooner I get him off, the sooner I can get him out of here" I told myself, but a part of me didn't want him gone. Some horrible part of me was enjoying this.

What the hell was wrong with me?

*Pay attention,* I told myself, and I began using both my hands.

I used the best techniques I knew - one hand played with his balls while the other stroked him. My lube-coated hands were being used to great effect...and the more attention I paid to his hardness, the more I realized I was getting turned on by it.

*This would be so much easier if I just used my mouth,* I told myself, before mentally swatting the stray thought away and trying to pretend that the cock in front of me didn't belong to my brother.

*But it does,* a voice said, and I silenced **that** one as quickly as possible. That was certainly something I wanted to think about as little as possible.

Before long, my brother was gently thrusting forward, and soon after that I saw the condom filling up with his spunk. It didn't look like nearly as much as last week, when it had managed to coat the entirety of my face.

*Gross,* I thought, but without the conviction that I felt the thought deserved.

"Thanks," Craig said dismissively, tying the condom off and pulled his pants back up.

"No worries," I replied, pulling off the gloves and throwing them out. There was an awkward pause, and he began to leave.

He was almost completely gone before I said anything.

"Wait!" I cried out, and Craig poked his head back into the room.

"What's up?"

"I..."

Another long pause ensued, and I could tell he was getting tired.

"I...was wondering if..."

Again, there was a silence, but as Craig's eyes widened, I knew he had realized what I was getting at.

"For real?" he said, and I just nodded, my cheeks beet-red. "But I thought girls..."

"Yeah," I replied. "Normally we don't. It's just that..."

Again, I didn't have to finish the sentence. I think Craig realized how much it had cost me, silently confessing that jerking him off had turned me on, and so he didn't ask any follow-up questions, or push the point any further. But I saw a slight swagger to his step as he re-entered the room, and once more sat next to me on the bed.

We just sat there, two blushing siblings, until I threw him a pair of gloves.

"Oh, I don't mind."

"I do," I insisted. "Put them on."

After he had, we continued to avoid eye-contact, until I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 2am. If I didn't start things now, we could be here all night, and I had a busy day the next morning. With an orgasm to prevent sex taking over my brain the whole time, it could be a productive day - provided I got to sleep sooner rather than later.

"Okay," I said, trying to act as professionally as possible. It had worked to keep this as un-weird as possible so far, it could work now. "I'm going to take my pants off - have you ever done anything like this before?"

"No," he said, but without any awkwardness. Good. He'd obviously taken my lead. I sort of wished he wouldn't stare at me so intently, but it was probably better than the alternative.

"That's fine," I said matter-of-factly. "I'll talk you through it. Now turn around while I undress."

A few seconds later, I sat in front of my younger brother naked from the waist down.

"Okay," I said. "I'm already quite wet, but a bit of lube wouldn't go amiss. Yes, that's enough. Good. Now, take two fingers, and slowly start drawing little circles around my clit. No, lower than that. Lower. Waay lower...here, look where I'm pointing. Yes, that's - oh, wow. Yes, that's the spot. Good. Now, normally I'd just do that for a while, but...oh f-...yes, keep doing that. Mmm, yes. Yes.

"Okay, now, uh, take your other hand, and just use one finger for now. No, don't just - don't just stick it in. Jesus, Craig. Play with my lips. Run a finger up and down, and they'll open up like a flower. Once they have, you can...oh yes, that's it. Yes...slower. Oh, fuck. Sorry, pardon my - oh **fuck**. Where did you learn to do that??"

I looked down at my brother in shock. He'd gone a bit fast at first, but suddenly it was as my virgin brother had been replaced with a natural Casanova. Without needing instruction, he'd begun fucking me with one finger, and as he looked up at me with a grin, he slipped a second finger inside me, his other hand circling my clit the whole while. I was wetter than I could ever remember being, and as he started steadily pumping two fingers in and out, my eyes rolled back and I could feel my juices start to gush.

"Oh Jesus, Craig! Oh fuck, yes, just like that - oh yes, keep going. Oh pleeease, yes, fuck me. Oh, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me."

My hips started uncontrollably thrusting, raising my bare ass off the bed. My brother was a fucking pro - his gloved fingers felt amazing inside of me, and as if he'd read my mind, he'd started to slowly increase the pressure on my clit, drumming his fingers slightly as he did. My whole body felt like it was throbbing, and the pleasure coursing through me was insane.

"Fuck! Oh yes, Craig, fuck! Please! Don't stop! Oh fuuuuuuck."

Too late, I realized how loud I was being, and as my orgasm washed over me, I crammed an entire fist inside my mouth, just to prevent myself from screaming out with pleasure. Since I'd first discovered self-pleasure, I hadn't gone this long without cumming, and it was incredible. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed across my body, and I felt dehydrated from all the juices I'd pumped out onto my bed.

"Fuck," I said, after a few minutes had passed and the golden glow had begun to fade. "Fucking hell, Craig."

"Was that good?" he asked, a hint of nervousness present in his voice.

"Brother," I replied, "that was amazing. Fuck. Pardon my language, but..."

"It's fine," he laughed. "I'm just glad I could repay you."

"Uh huh," I said languidly. Sleep was beginning to wash over me. "Thanks, Craig."

"No worries," he said, taking off the gloves and throwing them into the trash. "I'm going to be honest, it's going to be a challenge, preventing myself from...y'know. After that."

"It's okay," I said with a yawn. "If the need strikes, you know where I am..."

I was asleep before I realized what I'd offered, but fortunately my earlier efforts had been enough to satisfy Craig, and I slept the rest of the night uninterrupted.

###

The next day, when I got home, I was surprised to discover Mason DeGraves waiting outside the house, in a car that looked like it cost more than my Dad had made in a lifetime working at the bank.

"Lord DeGraves," I said when he opened the car door to greet me.

"Get in," he said, and I felt like it would be a bad idea to disobey him.

He was sprawled out on the back seat - driving the car was a woman who rivaled his maid for sheer attractiveness. She was sitting down, so it was hard to tell, but I'd guess that she was more than six foot tall - an Amazon of a woman. No, not an Amazon - a Valkyrie.

She had long, blonde hair, and was wearing an erotic parody of a chauffeur's outfit. It was red and black, with a jacket that highlighted her incredibly impressive cleavage. It was topped off with a small hat, but as I got in, I noticed her bare legs. That made me look closer, and as I peered over the divider, I could see that she didn't seem to be wearing anything on her bottom half.

Lord DeGraves must have seen my look of shock, because he waved it off casually with an explanation that he was offering her six hundred thousand to drive him around for the next three weeks.

"I told her she could wear whatever she liked for two hundred thousand, or an outfit of my choice for six. She decided the four hundred grand was worth a bit of discomfort...and you are uncomfortable, aren't you, Lyria?"

The driver - Lyria, presumably - didn't respond, but when I looked closer, I saw that she was twitching slightly in her seat. She kept shifting her weight in a way that caused her legs to rub together, and I swear her hand looked like it wanted nothing more than to dip between her legs...but when she noticed me looking at her, Lyria straightened up and tried to stay as still as possible.

The old man offered me a drink...and even though I was underage, I decided to take him up on it. A part of me was hoping that I could turn this into some kind of blackmail material...but mostly I just wanted a drink.

"Now, Petra" his Lordship said, smiling as I made a face at the taste of the whisky. I'd sneaked a drink a few times before, but this was...different. Smoother, somehow.

*I suppose that's the difference between cheap and expensive alcohol* I thought, before taking another sip and turning my attention back to Lord DeGraves.

"How's the experiment been going so far?"

"Good," I replied coolly. I had no intention of lying to Lord DeGraves - the threat he'd delivered at our last meeting had really stuck in my mind - but I wasn't going to volunteer any information, either. In fact, I'd made some careful decisions so far, ensuring that I could be totally honest and still keep DeGraves completely in the dark.

"Good?" he said, that ever-present leer on his face. "Come, now, surely there's something to report."

"I haven't touched my brother," I said, trying to keep my face as blank as possible. "And he hasn't touched me."

"Ah," he replied with a grin. "So you've pleasured yourself, and I get to keep my money?"

"Nope," I said, and that seemed to shut him up. He stared at me suspiciously, his eyes narrow, his tongue darting across his lips.

"Let me get this straight," he asked, and I prayed that he wouldn't ask if we'd gotten off in the 15 days since this ordeal had begun. "You haven't touched your brother sexually, and he hasn't touched you."

"Correct," I answered, in what was technically complete honesty.

"Nothing of his has come into contact with you?"

"Nope," I instantly replied, and immediately regretted the word slipping out of my mouth. I'd forgotten about the culmination of our first time "helping each other out" - Craig had cum, completely by accident, all over my face. No matter how you spun that, it was instantly apparent to me that I'd lied.

In those few seconds, I faced a difficult choice - should I come clean? Technically I hadn't broken our agreement - the papers we'd signed simply dealt with masturbation, a promise not to orgasm by any means other than each other. They'd said nothing about keeping the old man up-to-date.

But Lord DeGraves had warned me not to lie, and I had. If I came clean, perhaps he'd be generous...of course, what was the worst he could do? If I came clean, I'd be forced to tell him the whole story, a prospect I didn't relish. I may have been living the old man's sick fantasy, but that didn't mean I had to share the details with him.

I made a quick decision to keep quiet. Admitting to a lie wouldn't help me, and would lead to this creepy, leering old man knowing far more about my nighttime activities than he had to. No one knew what Craig and I had done, and I wanted to keep it that way.

No one ever had to know.

To my credit, I don't think anyone who saw me in that moment would have known what had just gone through my head. Lord DeGraves seemed satisfied, and allowed me to exit his car without any further questions. Before I could walk inside, however, he called me over to the window, and as I leaned in I saw his driver's hand twitching again, slowly trying to make its way between her legs.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you Petra?"

"No," I replied, and his lips curled with glee.

"Because if you lied to me..."

His hand shot out and grabbed my face, so quickly I couldn't react. He held my jaw in a vice-like grip, and leaned in close.

"...I'd have to make your life much, much more difficult."

My eyes widened in shock as his face contorted into an evil visage - I swear I saw flames flickering in the depths of his pupils, and his forked tongue flicked into my ear, dripping poison. His wrinkles were so pronounced, a face full of mountains and valleys - people starved in those valleys, and those who tried to climb the mountains were punished, thrown to the vultures, pecked to death while still falling...always falling.

His nostrils flared, so wide that I could feel myself being sucked into them, hairy black holes in the centre of his face. His big, bushy eyebrows were covered with the tiniest women I'd ever seen, busty, naked and oiled, each one frantically humping a follicle of his eyebrow-hair, desperately needing to get off, but utterly unable to. And his teeth - they were yellow, crawling with mites, and the mites turned to look at me as I fell into his mouth, my limbs sucked off by the force of his nostrils.

As Mason DeGraves consumed me, I could feel the poison he'd left dripping directly into my brain, rewiring my thoughts, feeding on the perversity that was already growing. I tried to scream, but the ball-gag in my mouth prevented me from being able to do anything - I was entirely at his command, DeGrave's slave to use as he liked - I'd wronged him, and now I belonged to him...

"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" his Lordship asked, a mild grin on his face. I blinked in confusion - the vision cleared, and I was standing on the sidewalk outside my house. I'd just been asked a question.

"No, sir," I answered, slightly stunned by the vision that had just popped into my head as he spoke.

"Do keep me updated," DeGraves said, and with a gesture the window closed, and the limo drove off.

I stood outside my house for a long time, rubbing my cheeks - they were slightly sore, as if someone had been holding my face. But there was no one there...I hadn't seen anyone since I'd finished work.

After a while I shrugged it off and went inside, I felt lightheaded, and slightly uneasy, but I passed that off as the result of my busy day, and tried not to think about it.

When the Need Strikes

by Pan

Chapter 3:

**Craig:**

I was doing homework when I heard the knock on my door.

Opening it, I was surprised to find my sister in front of me. After the previous night, when she'd jerked me off for the second time, and climaxed around my fingers, I seriously didn't expect to see her for a few days.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

"I want to talk about last night."

I gulped, let her in, and gestured for her to go on.

"Look, Craig...I don't want this to be weird. It's going to be two months - two *months*, and we're only on what, day fourteen?"

"Fifteen."

"Right. Fifteen. We're barely two weeks in, and it's driving both of us crazy. I figure we have two options - we can keep on waiting until our hormones take over before coming to each other, or we can acknowledge that we're both normal, healthy adults, and that means that yeah, we have sex drives."

I blinked twice, trying to understand what my sister was saying.

"So, look, as tempting as the thought of spending three days going nuts and then another feeling guilty is, I think we should get ahead of this thing."

"Petra..." I replied, not quite sure what to say. "Are you suggesting we..."

"Yes," she said, looking me coolly in the eyes, understanding my question before I even finished it. "I'm saying that when you'd normally feel like jerking off, just let me know...and I'll do the same."

I've got to admit, I was pretty stunned. I mean sure, since we started this whole thing, Petra had been the rational and prepared one, but something felt really weird about this. She was so...calm.

Millions of guys would probably have killed to be in my place - my sister was basically giving me free hand jobs for the next 6 weeks, but you've got to understand - no part of me *wanted* this. Sure, when I was insanely horny, the sight of my sister's face covered in my cum had been a weird sort of turn-on, but rationally, I knew that what we'd been doing was wrong, and I wanted as little of it as possible.

And not the hot kind of wrong, either. The "eccentric billionaire with a weird hard-on for incest forcing us into it" kind of wrong, and believe me - there's nothing sexy about that.

"Uh, okay sis..." I stammered. "I really appreciate the offer, but, um...yeah, I'm not really feeling it right now. Thanks, though?"

Petra laughed, and pulled me in for a hug.

"I appreciate the honesty, little bro, but...well, I wasn't here for you."

For once it took me a few seconds to work out what she was talking about, and then I connected the dots.

"Oh."

"Unless you think there's something wrong with my plan, of course."

"No," I replied immediately. I mean, I didn't want my sister to get the wrong idea - it was strangely important for her to know that I was a team player, not a selfish layabout who wanted to use her for sex without giving anything back.

As well as that, my experience last night had been the first time I'd ever actually touched a girl...down there. And even if it was my sister, I had to admit - I was keen to repeat the experience. Judging by her reaction, I'd gotten the hang of it pretty quickly, and I really wanted to cement my learning.

Somehow, fingering my sister didn't trigger off the same weirdness in my brain that I felt when *she* touched *me*. I guess it was because I was able to focus entirely on her pussy, to the point where it could be anyone's...as well as that, since I wasn't actually getting any physical pleasure out of it, I didn't feel bad about what we were doing.

I don't know exactly how my brain worked in this situation - it wasn't exactly something I'd ever expected to come up - and so I agreed to help her. After checking to make sure that our parents weren't likely to come up any time soon, I shut the door to my bedroom and put on the glove that Petra offered.

"Now," she said, removing everything below the waist, "you did pretty good yesterday, so I'm keen to see how you go without direct instruction."

"Sure thing," I replied, adding a squirt of lube to my hand. "Let me know if I do anything particularly wrong..."

###

Ten minutes later, I smiled proudly as, once more, my sister's pussy clenched around my hand in orgasm. There was something so satisfying about getting a girl off; I don't know if all of them were so loud, but it was pretty freaking rewarding when Petra had to clamp her hand over her mouth to prevent our parents from hearing her cries of pleasure.

"Wow," she said a few moments later. "Craig, I...wow."

I didn't say anything, just nodded curtly. The more sexual contact we had, the more my confidence grew...the old Craig would have thanked her profusely and asked for feedback, but now that just felt pathetic.

"Well," I said with a yawn, "it's been good, but it's probably time for bed now."

"Craig..." she said, looking at me with a crooked smile. "Come on. What did we just talk about?"

My mind was a blank, and so I just stared at her as she pulled her pants back up.

"Come on bro, we agreed - if we ignore our impulses, they're just going to build and build. Let's make this easy on ourselves, okay?"