Getting Even or Getting Off

"What the hell, Ashely?" he shouted, only his head now visible over the mattress as he stared at me accusingly. "What are you doing in my room?"

"I'm not!" I began, before finally taking in my surroundings. I held a light grey blanket around my naked form, and there were old rock band posters decorating the walls, as well as a guitar on a stand in the corner. My clothes and underwear were all over his floor. My mouth moved wordlessly as I realized I was in his bedroom, and my heart stopped when my eyes caught his waste basket sitting next to me. Hanging carelessly off the rim was a used condom.

"No, no, no!" I began, shaking my head. "We didn't!"

"We didn't what?" Kyle asked, his eyes looking around. He seemed to take in the picture, and his eyes found mine again, hard and accusing. "Did you..." he began. "Did you?

"No, I didn't!" I explained.

"Did you sleep with me when I was wasted?" he accused.

I tried to tell him no, but my lips couldn't even form words any longer. Panicking, I jumped to my feet and ran. Pausing for only a moment, I opened the bedroom door, but as I dashed through, the blankets caught on something. My momentum ripped the decency from my body, leaving me standing bare in the hallway as my brother looked on. A strangled cry emanated from my throat, and I ran for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. My heart threatened to drum itself from my chest, and my hands trembled as I leaned back against the door, sliding down to sit naked on the cold tiles.

***Kyle***

As I knelt there on the floor next to my bed, my eyes still seemed glued to the empty space in the hallway outside my bedroom door. Her form was gone, but it felt as if the image of her body had been branded into my vision—her soft milky skin, her round breasts and hard nipples, her nice round ass, and the close-cropped hair above her sex. I tried to shake the image from my mind, but even so, I could still faintly recall how her body had felt draped across my back, our naked skin caressing each other, her silky soft warmth teasing my body.

"She's your sister," I mumbled angrily. What I was thinking was gross beyond belief, Ashely was my sister. All this was, was a joke. We didn't really sleep together, I had to remind myself. Getting to my feet, I closed my bedroom door, and grabbed my phone to call Jessica.

"How did it go, Lover Boy?" Jessica asked without preamble. "Was it everything you ever hoped it would be?" she asked dreamily.

"Cut it out. That's not even funny," I told her. "We just woke up, and so far, it's working. She's flipping the fuck out."

"I told you," Jessica said smugly. "Now all we need to do is wait for her to call me, and I'll give her the rest."

"Are you sure you shouldn't be the one to call her?" I asked.

"I'm sure," she replied. "Now, don't forget to make your exit. Avoidance is key right now. She's going to have to talk to someone, and it can't be you...not yet."

"Fine. I'll go get some coffee and something to eat." I replied. Jessica had gotten us both this far, I just had to trust her. Besides, even if it all fell apart right now, the look on Ash's face had already been worth it.

"Just remember, you're pissed. You didn't want to be fucked by your sister." Jessica reminded me.

"I would never want anything like that...ever," I said, overly defensive. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt myself blush. One stray thought and my mind was in tangles. That image of my sister standing there in the hallway flashed through my mind and was gone again.

"That's what I said," Jessica said awkwardly. "Whatever. Just get out of there. She's going to be calling me soon."

I hung up the phone and began searching through the discarded clothing on my floor, dressing quickly as I picked through Ash's clothing and mine. My eyes lingered on her white thong panties, still hanging from the knob of a dresser drawer, as I stomped into my boots and did up the laces. Tearing my eyes away, I rose to my feet and made a beeline for the front door, making sure to give it a good slam as I left.

***Ashley***

My mind was racing, trying to figure out how any of this could have happened. I couldn't even remember how I'd gotten home. I should have woken up at Jessica's house, safe and snug in the guest room, recovering from the party. For that matter, Jessica and I had made a pact to never let each other get so drunk again, not after the 4^th of July incident.

I tensed as I heard the loud footfalls coming from Kyle's room, heading down the hall towards me. Oh God, I fucked my brother! The thought rippled through my mind once again. I could still see his face when I closed my eyes; his face and...other things. He had looked so hurt...and pissed, and why wouldn't he after what I'd done.

As his footsteps neared, my muscles tensed, as if waiting for a blow. His footfalls never stop though. They carried on past me, where I cowered in the bathroom, and continued down the stairs. After a moment of silence, I heard the sound of the front door slamming. The force of it was hard enough that I could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor.

Carefully, I climbed to my feet and cracked the door, listening to make sure that he was really gone. Through the silence I heard his truck starting, and then the sounds of his engine fading away as he truly left. With a pitiful sigh, I padded the rest of the way down the hall to my room to grab my phone. Not even wasting time putting on clothes, I sat on the edge of my bed naked, and called Jessica.

"Hey girl!" Jessica said cheerfully.

"What happened last night?" I cut in. As angry as I was at her, I was unable to keep an edge of fear from tainting my voice.

"Nothing," Jessica said, all too quickly. "It was a party...you know."

"Don't give me that shit," I said, feeling myself panicking again. "What the fuck happened? I woke up at home. How did I get here? And what happened to not letting me drink too much? We promised each other."

"You had a little too much to drink, so you got a ride back to your house to sleep it off." Jessica said carefully. "That's all. No harm, no foul."

I didn't know what it was in her voice, but I knew she was holding something back. "Jessica?" I said threateningly. "Who took me home?"

There was a pained pause before Jessica answered, "Your brother."

"What the hell was Kyle doing there?" I asked. Kyle had always tried to slip into our parties, and he knew that he wasn't welcome. No girl wants their brother hanging around when they're trying to have fun.

"He showed up around midnight," Jessica said. "I guess he had been out partying with his friends and took a detour before going home. What's with all these questions? Did...did something happen?"

"Did what happen?" I asked, feeling my chest tighten.

"I don't know...you seem kind of freaked out," she said. "You called me asking all of these questions. First you want to know how you got home, and about the party, and then your brother. You're kind of all over the place. I don't know- "

"Don't fuck with me!" I yelled. "What happened at the party!"

"Ash..." she said quietly. "You don't want to know. Just forget about it."

"Tell me, Jess," I pleaded. I was scared, but I had to know. I needed to know.

"You were making out with Kyle," she finally said after a long silence.

"No. No way!" I assured her. "That would never happen."

"I saw it," Jessica assured me. "You were both out by the pool house, and the lights were off, but I saw you. It was...heavy."

"No way!" I denied, my mind spinning, looking for some explanation. "Maybe it was someone else, or I didn't know that it was Kyle," I offered desperately.

"Hun..." Jessica said carefully. "You knew exactly who it was. You were calling him Kyle. You even called him...your brother."

"I don't believe you," I said. Try as hard as I could to avoid it, my mind conjured images of my brother and I kissing in the shadows, his hands on me, and our bodies pressed tightly together. "You're lying..."

"I have to tell you something," Jessica began. "Do you remember last 4^th of July? You blacked out, and we made that pact to never get so wasted again?"

"Of course, I remember it. Well, I remember not remembering anyway," I said. "And we both blacked out."

"No hun, it was only you that blacked out. I remembered it," Jessica said. "I remember all of it."

4^th of July. I had woken on a motel bed in a tangle of naked bodies. Jessica and I were in bed with a strange guy. Somehow, we had gotten ourselves into a threesome. It was the one and only time that either of us had ever done anything like that, and we realized that we needed to dial back our drinking from then on.

"We had sex with that guy," I said. "What about it?"

"You had sex with him," Jessica began. "We were all there, ready to get things going. We were all totally onboard for a three-way. Then, you two started kissing, and you called him Kyle- "

"His name could have been Kyle," I interjected defensively.

"His name was Todd. He told you that no less than ten times," Jessica said flatly. "And," she continued loudly, forestalling me from speaking, "you also moved to calling him your brother."

"No!" I gasped.

"He must have been into it, because he started calling you his sister," she continued, ignoring my denial. "I spent the whole night watching the two of you screw your brains out, pretending that he was your brother," Jessica finished.

I couldn't speak. My mind screamed no, but there had always been a cloud around what had happened over the 4^th of July. I'd always had the impression that Jessica knew something, but she had insisted that she couldn't remember anything either. Todd, I guess that was his name, had left in quite the hurry when he woke up. Come to think of it, he had a very hard time meeting our eyes for someone who had supposedly just had a threesome with us only hours before.

"Why?" I finally asked. I didn't know if I wanted to know why she told me, or why I had done something like that.

"Because you're in love with Kyle," she said plainly.

"What?" I scoffed. "That's ridiculous! I'm totally not in love with my brother."

"You could have fooled me," Jessica said. "At least he's hot. Could you imagine if Kyle was a cringer?"

"Quit joking," I told her angrily. "This isn't funny."

"Come on," Jessica continued. "You've seen him at the beach...those muscles!"

"Jessica!" I shouted.

"Fine...fine," she relented. "So, what happened. Why the panicked call?"

Her question had taken all of the rage out of me. We had been beating around the topic for a while, but it had been some time since I had actually thought about the incident. A flash of memory came of me lying across my brothers bare back, my hard nipples digging into his skin, my pussy warm, and my lips damp with arousal. I knew that it was a lie. It hadn't been like that at all, but it seemed as if my mind wanted to change things.

Shaking away those thoughts, I took a deep breath. "I...uh. I woke up in bed with Kyle." I said hesitantly, uncomfortable that I was even telling Jessica something like this.

Jessica whistled loudly through the phone at my revelation. "That's...uh. That's...humm," she began. "Did you two have sex?"

"Pretty sure," I replied. "Our clothes were everywhere, we were naked...and there was a condom in the trash...used."

"That's not so bad," Jessica exclaimed. "You guys used protection!"

"Not cool," I said flatly.

"Too soon?" Jessica asked.

"Really too soon," I replied. "What am I supposed to do? When Kyle woke up and saw me, naked in his bed, he was pissed."

"Does he know that you guys fucked?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah. It was kind of hard to hide that one from him," I said. "And could you please not say fucked? I feel weird enough about this as it is without adding that connotation to what happened."

"How about made love with?" Jessica offered.

"We slept together," I countered. "Okay? Slept!"

"Fine, you slept together," she conceded. "As far as what you should do, I would make sure he doesn't tell anyone about what happened...If I were you at least."

"He's not that stupid," I said, before adding, "Is he? It's a law of society that guys cannot be victims, and either way, he still slept with his own sister. No one would want to tell people about that."

"It depends on how mad he is. He could say something before he even realizes what he is doing," Jessica mused. "And, if you really think he won't tell anyone...you told me, didn't you?"

"Shit!" I cursed.

"My advice, find a way to keep him quiet," she offered. "Hey, I gotta go. Someone is puking in the hot tub."

"Wait! Jessica?" I called into my phone. "How do I keep him quiet?"

She was already gone. I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment before realizing that I was still completely naked. Getting up, I grabbed my towel and went for a shower. I smelled like sweat, alcohol, and what I was sure must be underlying tones of sex. The water washed over me as I tried to process the events of the morning.

There was no denying it, I had fucked my own brother...or slept with rather. And after what Jessica had told me, it was most definitely my fault, if there had ever been any question of that in the first place. I still couldn't remember the events of that 4^th of July night, but my mind seemed to be happily filling in the blanks for me.

I was riding that man's cock, in every position I could, even on all fours while he fucked me roughly and pulled my hair. All the time I moaned for my brother to fuck me harder. In a flash, that stranger's blurry outline was replaced with the crisp image of my brother, his cock slamming into me.

I felt an ache between my thighs, and I could swear there was more wetness there than could be blamed on the shower. I had a feeling that Jessica's assessment might have been right, I was in love with Kyle. At the least, I had a very unhealthy sexual attraction. Hell, I had gone out of my way to play jokes on him so I could see him naked, even dosing him with Viagra so I could see his hard cock. Just thinking about it sent another painful jolt through my loins, demanding my attention. Refusing to acquiesce, I turned the water all the way to cold, and braced myself as the chill washed over me, shocking me out of my disturbing arousal. I needed to get a grip on myself.

With my libido well and truly doused, I turned off the water and dried off. After a quick trek back to my room, I tried to decide what to wear. As Jessica had suggested, I was going to have to confront my brother about what had happened, sooner rather than later, and that meant actually standing in front of him.

I thought about a nice top and a skirt, something I would normally be wearing on a day like this, but looking myself over in the mirror, I saw how attractive I looked, and how it accentuated my body. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was seducing him or something. Besides, my attire was definitely not situation appropriate. Next, I tried on a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt, but I felt extremely homely. Nothing I had on was flattering in the least. It should have been acceptable for my purpose, but the part of me that realized I liked him couldn't let him see me looking like that.

"Shit." I sighed, almost a whimper, as I realized what I was doing. I was primping for my brother.

Picking out an outfit to wear while I talked to my brother about our accidental intercourse should have been a lot easier.

***Kyle***

I sat outside in my truck, just around the corner from our house. I'd already received the call from Jessica, letting me know that she had finished filling in Ashley with the events of last night. Everything was moving along smoothly. My sister had even called her like she'd predicted. After being fed the story we had prepared (of Ashley coming onto me by the pool house when we were both wasted), my sister was well and truly spiraling.

I checked my watch again. Jessica had told me to give Ashley some time before I got home to push our prank across the finish line. She had been alone for almost two hours now, but I figured I could give her another few minutes just to be safe.

I still couldn't believe how well this was going. Jessica had thought out every detail. As far as either of us knew, my sister still had no idea what was going on. As quickly as she had been hit with the information this morning, Jessica was sure that it would keep her mind well occupied, preventing her from realizing what day it was.

Checking my watch again, I decided it was time. Starting my truck, I pulled around the corner and eased to a stop in front of our house. As I got out, I made sure to slam the old door loudly so Ashely would be alerted to my return.

Walking up the porch steps, I thought of something and slipped my phone from my pocket as I opened the front door. Jessica had been right, Ashley needed to be kept on her heels. As I walked through the living room towards the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of Ashely from the corner of my eye. She was at the top of the stairs, watching me nervously as her fingers clutched to the banister. I made no move to acknowledge her, and instead I pretended to dial a number into my phone, bringing it up to my ear just as I was rounding the corner into the kitchen.

After a moment of waiting, I began speaking just loud enough that Ashley would be able to hear. "Hey, Mom? Can you and Dad call me as soon as you get this? Something happened and we really need to talk." Smiling, I set my phone down on the kitchen island and grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator.

***Ashley***

What is he thinking? I screamed mentally. Shit-shit-shit!

The whole delicate plan I had come up with vanished from my mind as I rushed down the stairs to confront my brother.

Sliding slightly in my haste as I came to a halt in the kitchen, I stared at my brother for a long moment as I tried to remember the plan I had painstakingly come up with. Kyle stood there by the refrigerator, staring back at me as I nervously fumbled with the hem of my jean shorts.

I had gone with a somewhat modest look to face him, a pair of cute cut off jean shorts, and a yellow and white striped polo with a small pocket on my breast. My makeup was minimalistic, but just enough eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes really pop for him. It was perfectly sisterly, while avoiding a homely look. I couldn't even force myself to confront him without makeup. I was pathetic. I knew how this had to end though, this was a mistake, and it would never happen again. I would most likely have to pay for what I'd done, but hopefully no one else would ever have to know about it.

"What?" Kyle asked sharply.

"Umm," I began. Spoken words felt so far from my comprehension at the moment.

"What is it, Ash?" he said, sounding like he was running out of patience.

"I'm sorry," I finally said. My voice was so quiet I wasn't sure if he could hear.