Lockhome Syndrome

"I looked all over this place. If there was alcohol, I would know about it."

"I was looking during one of your naps yesterday and there are a couple bottles hidden in a cubby next to the washer," I said getting up.

I quickly walked over to the washing machine and bent low, reaching into the cubby, to pull out two bottles of Johnny Walker Black Label. One of them was already half empty, but the other was still unopened.

"Do you like scotch?" I asked holding up a bottle in each hand.

"I don't care if it's fermented moose piss, so long as I can get drunk off it."

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Josh

Friday-Noon

Dora took a long pull from the already opened bottle and passed it to me while she sat down. It wasn't great alcohol, but it definitely wasn't bad. I had expected it to be harsher going down.

"Not bad," I told her, taking another swallow before handing it back to her. We continued on playing card games, and to my drunk mind, Dora was more fun and less of a bitch. I wasn't sure if it was just because I was drunk or because she was as well.

"What the hell is that tattoo of?" I asked her. I had been staring at it for a while, what I could see on the side of her thigh at least. The rest of it must be covered by the side of her underwear.

"It's a branch of cherry blossoms, see?" she said standing up and turning to her side. She pulled her shirt up and the side of her panties down and there it was, a brown branch with pink cherry blossoms climbing her side from her upper thigh to her rib cage beside her breast.

The way she was holding her shirt showed just the barest curve of her bare breast. It looked amazing and I was struggling to keep my dick in check. The way she stood with her side to me, I couldn't see her pussy, but just knowing that it was exposed was a thrill as well.

I couldn't help but imagine what she looked like with that tattoo when she was completely naked. I had a feeling it would be spectacular. She held her pose for quite a while giving me a really good look before letting her shirt back down and righting her clothes and sitting in a hurry. Was she blushing?

Taking another long pull off the scotch, she passed the bottle back to me. I needed it.

"It's your deal," she said.

I was so distracted she easily beat me on the next several hands. As the day turned into night we drank and played, chatting about everything and nothing. How school was, when I started working out, which she complimented me on, what college life was like, what we thought about the new Transformers movie they were making and if it was going to be better or worse than the abortion they had made of the last one. Just random stuff.

Anytime the subject got anywhere remotely near sex we would both steer the conversation elsewhere rapidly. It was a good thing too, because I was still thinking about her tattoo, and the glimpse I had seen of her naked.

We ate some crackers and ice cream for dinner, not wanting to try to use the knife to open any cans while I was drunk. The last thing we needed was for me to cut off a finger while we were trapped down here until Monday.

Finally, wasted, we decided to call it a night. Today had turned out to be much better than the previous day, and for once I wasn't dreading spending the next three days with my sister.

"If you're sleeping in here again you better keep your hands to yourself," I joked as I crawled into the sleeping bag. Dora just blushed and crawled in beside me without saying a word. With the lights off, and being really drunk, I fell asleep easily.

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Dora

Saturday-1:00am

I spent a long time waiting for Josh to pass out. He fell asleep rather quickly I think, but I had to make sure he was really asleep for this. I was nowhere near as drunk as my brother probably assumed. I was still drunk though. I needed to be to have the courage for this, but most of my long pulls on the bottle had been a show. I had wanted him to get wasted, and the best way was to lead by example.

I slowly turned onto my side, making sure not to jostle him in our tight confines. I stared at him in the dark, not really being able to see anything, and held my breath knowing what was going to happen next.

Gathering all my courage, I slowly moved my hand over his stomach and lowered it until I made contact with his firm abs. Even without him flexing I could feel the ridges of his muscles and that alone was making me wet.

I let my hand rest there on his warm skin for a few moments, prepared to pull my hand away the second he stirred. Only feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest, I became bolder. I slid my hand down very carefully, making sure to take note of his breathing, and moved my hand over his boxer shorts. I could feel his soft cock underneath my hand and I gently began to pet it through the thin material.

I knew this was wrong. It was so fucked up. This was my brother and the person I hated the most in this world, but with my hormones screaming at me and the alcohol flowing through my blood, my mind said nothing but yes. It was exhilarating and scary all at the same time and my body was trembling with anticipation.

Like magic, my brother's cock slowly began to grow under my fingers until it was rigid and pulling at the side of his shorts. Holding his girth in my hand was such a turn on, I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my legs together as a little shock ran through my pussy. I was so horny I could smell it suffocating the inside of the sleeping bag.

I was very careful as I slipped his cock out of the front hole on his shorts and let it stand up straight. It felt like a rock in my hand. A very thick, very long rock. I had thought it was big before, from the little feel I remembered from the other morning, but this was even better than I had imagined.

I slowly began to stroke my brother's cock while he slept. I moved my hand up and down adding a little corkscrew every so often to change it up. It felt so warm and soft in my hand and I was aching to slip it into my pussy. I knew that would be a death sentence. He might be able to sleep through a little hand job, but there was no way I would be able to control myself and be gentle if I had that thing in my pussy. I would get carried away fucking myself silly and wake him up.

Slipping that beauty into my mouth was out too. My mouth watered just thinking about it, but there wasn't enough room for me to get down there. I had to settle for feeling it in my hand. I was aching to touch my pussy and cum while I jacked him off, but if I did, I would never notice if he woke and I would probable wake him when I came. It's extremely hard for me to multi-task through an orgasm, especially when I've been drinking.

My brother's breathing began to quicken, and his hips were thrusting into my hand. He gave no signs of being awake, so I began pumping him faster. My pussy was on fire, demanding my touch. His cock began to swell in my grip and I knew he was going to cum. I hadn't thought this through. What would I do with his cum?

Before I could come up with an idea, I felt his cock begin to throb as he came from my stroking. By the time he finished shooting, my hand was covered in his spunk, as well as the inside of the sleeping bag and his stomach. Feeling really kinky, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up his sperm from my fingers.

In high school and college, I was always the girl that swallowed, whether it tasted good or not. This however was the best I'd ever had, and I knew it wasn't just because of the taste, but because how depraved it was to jerk off my brother while he slept and then licking his cum off of my hand without him even knowing.

Still savoring my brother's cum, swirling it around in my mouth, I began to finger myself. It didn't take long before I came hard with my entire body shaking next to him. My release was so intense I had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out.

It took a long time for my body to stop trembling with tingles and aftershocks. I knew that that too was thanks to him. One of the best orgasms I ever had, and it was all thanks to him... And he would never know. But I would.

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Josh

Saturday-9:07am

I woke up with a killer headache, spooning with my sister. Dora was still asleep and I gave a little prayer for that. I had some great morning wood going on that was nuzzling her firmly between her butt cheeks.

I began to pull away from her and I felt it. Something was pulling on the small hairs on my abs. I was wondering what the hell it could be when my sister woke up. She shifted, startled and then froze.

"Josh? Is that what I think it is?" she asked carefully. Her voice was dead of any emotion.

I pulled away from her and it felt a little like I was ripping off a band aid. I quickly turned over to face away from her and unzipped my side of the sleeping bag. I had dried cum all over my stomach, as well as other places.

I was panicking. I wanted to cry, shout in a rage, and die all at once. I also felt numb. My cock was poking out through the hole in my boxer and it had been pressed against my sister. And worse, I had cum all over us while we were spooned together.

It was so fucking hot, and sick, and fucked up, and all I felt was horny thinking about it. I tucked my cock back into my boxers and ran to the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry sis, I didn't mean it. I was asleep and and and..." I couldn't think of anything as I slammed the bathroom door behind me. I sat in there for a while. I was disgusted with myself, turned on by my sister that I hated since I had learned what hate was.

I was a mess (covered in cum as well as emotionally) and I had no way to wash this dried-up mess off my skin. To top it all off, I still had this fucking headache! After a long while I took a deep breath and opened the door. I just knew this was going to be bad.

My sister was standing by the washing machine stuffing the sleeping bag into it. Ignoring her I went straight to the sink, grabbed a clean sponge, and began trying to clean myself with water and some hand soap. With a little rubbing, it started to come away, but mostly it just re-hydrated into a slick, sticky mess.

While I washed, my sister didn't say a thing and I was surprised. She usually takes any advantage to ridicule me at every turn. I was expecting 'pervert' comments, and shit about having wet dreams at the absolute least...but nothing? I was being stupid. I just needed to be thankful that she hadn't opened her mouth. I continued scrubbing as a part of my mind anticipated the arrival of a disembodied voice shouting 'Finish him!'.

"Give me those," Dora said.

I winced the instant I heard her voice. I thought I had spoken too soon.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

"Your shorts. I'm going to wash our stuff. We've been wearing them for the last couple days and they...smell. I'm sure yours are the worst...with you working out and sweating in them," she said, uncharacteristically skirting around my shame.

This totally blind-sided me. She knew what had happened and was avoiding it on purpose? It even sounded like she was sparing me. I could have sworn that she was going to say that they were covered in cum before she paused.

"I don't have anything else to wear," I told her with my back still to her. I couldn't stop my voice from being small and quiet.

"Neither do I, and my stuff is already in there. Don't be a little bitch about it," she said in her usual form. "Just hand them over."

After a long, nervous pause, I slipped my thumbs into my waistband and began to lower them. Once past my thighs, they fell to the floor, and holding my now flaccid junk in a cupped hand I picked them up and held them out behind me.

I couldn't turn around. I knew she was naked, and I really wanted to see it, but so was I and I knew that from the first look I had at her I would be rock hard again. The only thing that was keeping it down now, with the knowledge that she was naked behind me, was shame. Shame! The almighty erection slayer! The second highest killer of erections next to vagina monsters themselves.

I felt her take them from my hand as her fingers brushed against mine. I guess she hoped that where I was touching was the only guaranteed safe spot on them.

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Dora

Saturday-9:17

As I reached for his shorts, I let my fingers brush against his. Just knowing that we were touching while we were both completely naked was a thrill. I still hated him, but I couldn't help but be worked up by the sight of his body. His face wasn't bad now either, now that he had lost all of the baby fat on it. He had a strong jaw and a rugged, masculine look.

I really wanted him to turn around. I wanted to see him, but I think more importantly I wanted him to see me. My body hadn't looked this good in a long time, and I wanted to see the approval in his eyes. I had seen it when I showed him my tattoo and it was like a drug, I wanted more of it. The view from behind was pretty good though. He had an ass that all women wish their men had. And those thick thighs said nothing but power. He looked like he could fuck for hours if his cock could keep up.

I threw his shorts into the washing machine and started it up. I didn't know what we would be doing for the next two hours without any clothes, but I was excited to find out. Even if it was just me getting a few good looks.

I felt pretty bad about how things started out this morning. I had been the one that jacked him off and made him come all over the place. In my drunken lust, I hadn't even thought about the mess he would make. And then I fell asleep and we ended up spooning and getting it all over both of us. The poor boy thought it was entirely his fault.

I could have destroyed him with a few words this morning and left him a small nothing of a person with my ridicule, but I couldn't find it in me. I didn't know if it was because it was my fault, or if it was because of the way he made my pussy feel even without touching me. I couldn't believe how fucked up I had become in a matter of days.

Somewhere between yesterday and today my disgust for Josh had somehow began to fade. Now I was more curious and excited. I still hated the man, but by God I loved the body.

Whatever my thoughts were, I was almost as nervous as he was as I stood there naked. Part of me knew I was safe because he wouldn't, couldn't, turn around to face me. Both physically and metaphorically. I could pretend to be as open about my nudity as I wanted, but I knew to my bone, that the second he turned around I would go scrambling for cover.

There was only one solution. Alcohol. Lots of alcohol. I didn't care that it was still morning. I wasn't even going to pretend that it was 4 p.m. somewhere. I knew damn well what time it was, and it was time to get wasted.

I walked over to the bottle by the couch and finished off the last of what was in the first bottle before grabbing the full one and opening it as I walked over behind Josh.

"Drink this," I told him.

He didn't even object or ask why, he took a few long swallows and handed the bottle back. I took another sip before putting the cap back on. I knew it would take a few minutes for the effects to kick in, but I felt like I needed a little more of a push.

We stood there for a few minutes, him standing by the sink with his back to me unmoving, and I was leaning against the dryer. Like warm water rapidly rising, I felt the alcohol kick in and I almost immediately felt relaxed. I waited another minute for it to hit Josh. I knew it had to be affecting him by now, he had drunk more than I had.

Feeling significantly buzzed and more relaxed, I walked over to the sink to stand next to him. It was extremely forward, but I tried to keep it as innocent as possible. I had the feeling that if I didn't get him to loosen up, he would stand there until our stuff was dry.

Taking care to not even look in his direction, I grabbed the sponge and got it soapy. The moment I was next to Josh he turned away, never looking in my direction. I carefully washed my body and freshened my pussy. It had been dripping almost constantly the last couple of days and it needed freshening up.

"Can you wash my lower back," I asked carefully. I didn't think any of his cum had gotten me there, but if he felt guilty he would be more likely to do it. "I think it's...dirty," I finished leaving it out there, but not saying it outright.

I held the sponge against his hand, and when he took hold of it I turned away so he could 'wash' me. I knew he was looking at me now, but he hadn't started yet. After a long pause, that I knew was him checking me out, he began to move the wet sponge across my skin.

He was very slow and delicate, and it felt incredible. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it took massive amounts of will power not to fidget or touch myself. I knew I should have waited to wash my pussy. After this it would be dripping down my thighs.

He had started out in the center of my lower back and slowly worked his way out. First to the sides and up and then finally down. Those slow, teasing swipes against my skin were excruciating and when he began to go lower to wash the tops of my ass I was breathing faster and biting back little moans. I was praying that he couldn't hear my breathing or feel my body trembling under his touch. All of this and he still hadn't actually touched me. Just with an ordinary sponge.

I was so caught up with the feelings that I had failed to notice the smell in the air. It was thick with the smell of sex, my sex. He had to have noticed it. It was overpowering. The smell, the feeling of that sponge on my back, and my pussy juice dripping down my thighs, and knowing that it was my brother behind it all made me light headed. It was so erotic, and perverted...and fucked up beyond all measure. I didn't even realize I had started swaying back and forth until I fell backward into Josh.

My back hit his abs and his cock hit my ass. He was fully hard and pressed between us. He must have grabbed me out of reflex and he held me to him for a few moments. His hands were on my rib cage with his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of my breasts.

It felt great to be held by him. I wanted to stay just like that for a while. Okay, maybe not just like that. I could have used more of his hands moving over my body, but this was good. Before he could come to his senses, I chickened out and pulled away.

"Thanks for washing me," I said politely. "And for catching me. I must have lost my balance. Do you want to play some cards?" I asked walking over to the couch, pretending that this was completely normal. "Bring the bottle," I added, as if him coming were a forgone conclusion.

I sat on the ground with my legs pulled up to my chest. Not completely covering myself, but just enough to pretend at modesty. Josh came up from behind me, set the bottle down by my side, and struggled to find a position to sit naked that didn't have him completely exposed. There really wasn't one. All he could do was try to cover his dick with both hands and fail. I didn't know how big it was exactly. It wasn't like I could measure it; all I knew was large. The most impressive one that I had seen. He looked like he was trying to hide a semi-truck with a Volkswagen.

Not wanting to scare him off, I didn't mention his arousal. I pretended that it wasn't even there. It did take some serious effort to not just stare at it though. Eventually it became obvious that something needed to be addressed. Josh kept shifting around, in an attempt to cover himself more, all with no success.