[incest, femrape, facesitting]
 
 
[a little out of breath, totally pissed off]
Stand up – stand UP you asshole, you’re not going to sleep in the hall. I can’t lift you, you need to help me out a little bit. For once. Come on…
Where’s your key?
…
There, that pocket, it jingled when you patted it. No, not that one… oh, for christ’s sake. Here, let me.
[noise of exertion/irritation as you try to ram your hand into a tight pocket and fish keys out]
[keys in lock, door opening and closing]
…okay. Finally. Now shut up, don’t wake everybody up. We’ve got like ten feet of hallway to cover, then a corner, then we’re at the bathroom. All right? Just get it together for that long. Please. [hushed] Hmmmph, don’t lean on me so hard, you’re too heavy.
[door opening and closing]
All right, we made it. Shhh. Are you gonna throw up again? No? You sure? Cuz if you’re sick anywhere except the toilet, I’m gonna freak out. Okay, okay. Need to pee? Fine. No, I’m not going anywhere, you’ll lock me out and pass out on the floor. Just get on with it.
[a bit of awkward silence]
…what are you doing, anyway, huh? How many times have I had to carry you home already this year? I swear, you’re like a helpless child who needs mom to look after him the whole damn time. When are you gonna grow up?
…
Yeah, well, you think I enjoy bitching like this all the time? Here. Brush your teeth. No, you’re not going to bed without brushing your teeth. Here, take the brush. Take it! Good, now start brushing… [sarcastically] theeeere’s a good boy. Seriously though. Do I look like I’m having fun right now? Cuz I’m not. It’s no fun being around you, not when you’re like this. It’s no fun nagging you… dragging you around… stopping you from choking on your own puke…
…
Okay. Ugh, you’ve got toothpaste all over your face. Oh, fine, here, let me… [wiping his face with a flannel] All right. Now we need to make it to your room. Come on, one arm round my shoulders again… there we go… come on…
…
Shh…
[door opening and closing]
Woah, woah, don’t lie down. Get your clothes off. At least your shoes, for crying out loud. Go on, get them off.
…
Oh, great, you’re too drunk to figure out shoe laces. Of course you are. Ugh. Just keep still. Keep STILL. Christ. Do you have to make this so hard? Isn’t it bad enough that you’re putting me through all this shit again, without acting like you’re doing me a damn favour by letting me take your shoes off?
…
There. Ugh, your feet smell gross. Now your shirt. Lift your arms.
…
Hmph. What were you gonna do, anyway, if you’d scored with one of those skanks you were talking to at the bar? You reckon she’d have been this patient with you? Carried you home and undressed you while you hiccupped and flopped around like a ragdoll?
Your belt next. What are you doing? You need to pull that bit, not… ugh, come on, just move your hands, I’ll do it. Here. Just… just tell me. What are you doing, creeping on girls like that, huh? You musta been hoping it was one of them you’d be bringing back here instead of me. Some cute little slut of a hipster chick.  What would you do with her, huh? You’re wasted. You think you’re in a fit state to fuck some nice little piece of ass?
…excuse me? Rubbing your dick? I most certainly was NOT. I was just trying to get these stupid jeans off of you. Don’t flatter yourself. Come on, help me out a little bit here, lift your butt up at least… good.  
…
Okay, I guess you’re about all set. And I’m supposed to leave now, right? …perfect.
[sigh]
…just… just tell me. What is it about me, huh? Why do I get to be your goddamn servant girl, picking up after all your bullshit while you make an ass of yourself chasing other girls around?
[quietly] …what’s wrong with me?
…
…asleep. Great. Fucking great. Well, fine, if you’re asleep, you’re not gonna complain about me taking half your bed.
[undressing and getting into bed]
… hey. Hey, are you really asleep? You’re not just faking? … good. [whispering] Cuz I really need this right now. And… it turns me on, doing it in your bed with you sleeping next to me. And god knows I deserve a bit of a treat after the shit you put me through tonight.
[masturbating, quietly at first then with muffled whimpers and moans]
[suddenly shocked and flustered]
O-oh shit. How long have you been awake? I… it’s not… I mean… shut up.
…
I said SHUT UP. [slap]
You don’t get to yell at me right now! [slap]
After all your crap, all your drama, everything you put me through! Having to watch you leer at other girls, never even noticing me... Yeah? So? So WHAT if I’m your sister! I still have feelings, you jerk! I can’t believe you.
…
Well that’s it. I’ve had enough. You’re not gonna treat me this way any more. I’ve done enough for you… now you’re gonna give me what I need, what I deserve. …shut up. Shut your mouth. Oh fuck, fine, I’ll shut it for you. No no, lie back… hehe, you’re so weak right now, it’s cute. You’re not gonna push me off, you know, so you may as well just relax…. ….ahhh. Heh. Hehe. I’ve waited so long for this, you know… so long… I’ve thought about it so much. Exactly how it’d feel to have my brother eat my cunt. I wanted to have you worship it – tenderly, lovingly. You’re too drunk to do it properly, I know… it’s okay. I’ll let you off this time – I’m gonna do the real work. You just lie there… use your tongue a little bit, if you can. Mmmm.
 
[grinding yourself on his face, plenty of panting and moaning from here on]
 
Oh god, why did we wait so long to do this? All those years of watching you, thinking about you… smelling your shirts in the laundry basket, spying on you with your girlfriends… shhh… shhh… hehe, it tickles when you try to talk. I know, I know… it must have been the same for you. Remember… ahhh… how I used to sunbathe out in the garden, in that little blue bikini? It was… it was all for you. I’d lie there, thinking about you watching me from upstairs and jacking off. Ahhh… and I’d get so worked up out there, so fucking hot for you, that I had to wrap my towel around myself before I came inside in case Mom saw how soaking wet my bikini bottom was. Mmm… I’d always leave it on top of the laundry hamper in my room afterwards. Did you ever… mmm… did you ever find it? Did you ever sniff the crotch and smell that musky scent? Did you… did you wrap it around your hand and jerk off for me… ahhh… for the second time in a day? Oh fuck… it’s okay… it’s okay, little brother. It’s all okay now. We don’t have to pretend any more.
…
Oh god… I’m so close…
 
[improv to orgasm]
Oh god, little brother, that was… that was so intense. Jesus, I’m still shaking. [euphoria slowly turning sour as you see the look in his eyes]
 I… err… look. Oh, fuck. Look. If I get off you, you’re… you’re not gonna start yelling or anything, are you? This was so good, I know you wanted it too. I could… I could do something for you, now? Errr… no? Okay. Okay, look. I’m… I’m just gonna get up and leave, but you can’t… you can’t say anything. Please. Think about what it would do to Mom and Dad. Think about what our friends would say. You CAN’T. This was all your fault anyway, you… you fucking asshole. Fucking ASShole. Just… [slap]
Just keep your stupid mouth shut, okay? Nothing happened. You dreamed it.
[door opening and closing]