31 comments/ 56621 views/ 62 favorites Ask No Questions Ch. 01 By: shaide87 This was supposed to be a short one off kind of story, but it didn't turn out that way. Sometimes an idea just gets rooted in your head and it refuses to play by the rules. It decides that it's going to be twice as long as you planned and then it holds you hostage until you start on a second chapter. Sigh. So, here's chapter one. Anyway, please vote, comment, tell your friends, make them vote and comment. ----Shaide I was five when my little brother decided to make his way into the world, a whole month early. He was healthy though, I remember my dad holding me up to him as he laid in my mom's arms. 'He's so little,' I thought to myself. But I was happy. He had taken his sweet time, but Christopher was finally here. I had named him. I wanted to name him Alex, just like I was Alexandra, but my parents wouldn't let me. It took forever for them to bring him home. I followed him around everywhere. If someone was holding him, I followed them. If Mom was feeding him, I was there. If Dad was rocking him, I was there. If Uncle Joe was playing with him, I was there. And I always had a spare pacifier in my pocket. I remember one day when we were at the mall and Chris suddenly started crying. "Mom, something's wrong with Chris." Mom looked over her son and grimaced. Chris had a really piercing cry. "What," she asked him, finding nothing wrong with him. "What's wrong, baby?" He didn't answer her, of course. He just kept crying and getting louder and louder. Mom hugged him and rocked him and tried to feed him. That's when I proved myself as a Chrisologist. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my spare pacifier. As soon as he saw it, his eyes locked on and he reached out. When I was ten, Chris walked into my room and sat on my bed. "I like a girl," he said. "Just don't pick on her. Bobby Rickers liked me and he pulled my hair every day." "Okay." He said. And that was that. Chris and I have always been very open with each other. Even when I started to mature and needed a little more privacy, I never seemed to have a problem when Chris just walked into my room. When I was sixteen, they let me start dating. Daddy bought me a car and himself a gun. Every boyfriend I ever took home had to meet Mom, Dad, Chris, and Daddy's gun. Mom got me a stun gun. I never had to use it, but she said she felt better with me having it. Not that it mattered, though. I always had Chris as a chaperone. The first time he said "Awek" I ran around the house screaming for joy. It was close enough for me. As soon as he learned to walk, Chris began following me around. He even followed me into the bathroom. As he got older, I discovered that Chris didn't just talk to me, he talked to mom and dad too. So we had a code. "ANQ." Ask no questions. I figured if he couldn't ask me what was going on, he couldn't say anything about it. And it worked, I said "ANQ" and he knew whatever it was, was between the two of us. He would just turn around and walk away. He found out the hard way it didn't work in reverse. I came home from school one day to find him trying to sweep up pieces of one of Mom's vases. "What did you do," I asked calmly. "Um... ANQ?" I smiled. 'How cute,' I thought to myself. "What did you do," I asked again. He looked over at one of those gumball machine bouncy balls sitting on the floor. I smiled at him again. I walked over the corner and took the vase from there and placed it on the end table. Mom never even missed it. And Chris understood that big sister was always there to help him. When I started dating, Chris went everywhere I went. To the movies, to the park, to the mall. Everywhere. If I was on a date, so was Chris. My boyfriends hated it, but I couldn't deny my little brother anything. He even went out with me and my girlfriends. He was like our little mascot. He knew all our secrets and he never said a word. My senior year was a magical year. I turned 18, I won a scholarship, and I graduated high school. Chris was devastated when I was told him I was going to college. "You're leaving me?" I almost shattered when he looked up at me, his big brown eyes filling with tears. "Well, kind of... But I'll be visiting a lot, and you can call me and email me and send me pictures and all that stuff." "But why are you leaving? Did I do something?" "No!" I grabbed him and hugged him to me. "No, sweetie! It's just something I have to do. College is like a really important school, sweetie. I have to go so I can get a good job. One day you'll go too. It's just something I have to do, okay?" That's when the tears spilled over and he started quietly sobbing into my breasts. "But I don't want you to go." "I know, sweetie, but I have to. And you'll still see me. On holidays and breaks I'll still come home." I pulled him back and looked into his eyes. "Now I need you to be my big little brother and make sure they don't do anything to my room okay?" I felt his back straighten as he looked at me, "Okay." I knew how to work my brother. He was my cute, little man. He just needed to do something to make sure I came back and he was all set. But, I swear, I almost broke down looking into those brown eyes of his. When I moved into my dorm, I was everything. I was excited, scared, anxious, and heartbroken. Everything. Mom sat me down while the Dad and Chris were taking a break outside in the truck. "College is the time to find out who you are as a person. Just promise me that you will ALWAYS use protection. Okay?" "Okay, Mom." Dad was another matter. He wasn't quite as accepting of his little girl growing up. He hung up a poster of him with his shotgun in my room. When he hugged me goodbye, he didn't cry, but I could see the tears in his eyes. My brother was the hardest though. Chris hugged me so tight. "Be my good little brother, okay?" "I will," Chris smiled up at me. He would be attending my high school next year. I had told all the teachers, the principals, the counselors, the secretaries, I told everyone about him. I even gave them pictures. Chris didn't cry though. He just smiled and helped me move in. When they left, I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Laters." "Laters," he said. "Do good okay?" "I will," I promised. When I got back to my dorm room, there were tears in my eyes. I was alone, 200 miles away from home, and had no idea what was waiting for me. But I smiled. I wasn't backing down. I had to set a good example for Chris. The first weekend of college, I discovered my sexuality. His name was Calvin Tivell. There was a huge welcome party thrown by GPG, one of the frats. All the students got in free and the liquor was flowing. I went with my dorm mate, but she disappeared as soon as the doors opened. Byron was everything college boys were supposed to be. He was handsome, charming, and witty. His eyes locked onto me as soon as I walked in the door. I was nervous at first, but the more he talked to me, the calmer I got. And the calmer I got, the more I drank. Guys kept trying to approach me, but Calvin was like a buffer zone. When some guy seemed to be getting too close, he would dance me to another part of the room. He was so smooth. He actually cut me off. "I think you've had enough," he said with a smile. "Let me walk you back to your dorm." Of course I did. He was such a gentleman, how could I say no? He held my hand the entire way and invited himself up. When I opened the door he just walked right in. It wasn't rude or anything. We just weren't ready for the night to end. He turned the radio on and we sat and we talked. Before I knew it, he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. He laid back on the bed and pulled me along with him, our tongues twirling around each other. I felt his hands under the hem of my shirt, sliding it up. I sat up and took both the shirt and my bra off. He unbuttoned his own shirt and we reconnected. His hands were all over me, my back my breasts, my ass. He rolled me over and started sucking and playing with my breasts. I was so into what his mouth was doing, I didn't even notice him unbuttoning and sliding my pants down. God, I was so hot! I didn't know I was naked until he slid his finger into me. I started moaning and pulled his head even deeper into my breasts. He fingered me until I orgasmed. It was the first orgasm that I didn't give myself. I laid back and was basking in the afterglow when I felt his dick beginning to slide between my lips. He looked down into my eyes, kissed me, and slid it home. I tensed up as he broke through me. He stopped and looked down to see the trickle of blood flowing out of me. "I'll be gentle," he whispered into my ear. He slowly began again. His lips on mine, his hands working my breasts, his dick sliding in and out of me. God it felt good. This is what I had been waiting for, and it was worth the wait. This was sex. It was hot and messy. I could feel every inch of his sweat soaked body on mine, my juices leaking out on his cock. Even the air was scented with our lust. I loved it. I loved how it felt, how it made me feel. His eyes looking into mine, seeing the pleasure in them, knowing it was all because of me. I felt his body stiffen, his cock shooting off in the condom. He grunted, and then fell to lay beside me. Damn it! I was so close to another orgasm, but as I looked over at him, I knew he was finished. I watched his chest rise and fall as he caught his breath. He looked over at the clock, "I had better go help clean up. I'll see you later okay." "Okay," I smiled at him. He got dressed and I locked the door behind him. I fell back onto my bed, basking in our smell. I was in college, I had a boyfriend, and I just had sex! How could anything go wrong for me? Easily. I will never forget Calvin Tivell. My dorm mate was actually pretty cool. We were walking to the cafeteria for breakfast when I saw Calvin. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. "Hey Calvin!" "Um... What are you doing?" "Huh?" "Look, we had a good time. Let's just leave it at that." He took my arms off of him and turned back to his frat brothers. "Freshmen." They all laughed. I walked away with tears in my eyes. Then an older girl, Sarah, came over, wrapped her arms around me and took me to her table with her and her friends. They helped me man bash and had me laughing by the end of breakfast. I knew right then that I would never forget Calvin Tivell or Sarah Rogers. And I knew I was going to be pledging her sorority. They were all about parties and studying. Party hard, study harder. Liberate the woman, fuck the man. That was their unofficial motto. The official motto was "I stand, unbroken." As much as I studied for class, I studied the sorority. By the time finals ended, I went home with a 3.8 GPA and an encyclopedic knowledge of BZB. My family was so proud of me. And I was so happy to be home. I didn't realize how much I missed them until I was back with them. Most of all I missed Chris. Mom told me that he absolutely refused the let anyone into my room. He kept it clean for me, but he had forbidden my parents entry for any reason. I told my mom about what happened with Calvin. She took me into her arms and held me. "Honey, I hate to tell you this, but so what? You think he's the only asshole in the world. Hell, at least you had a decent time." "But Mom!" "Alex, it's going to happen. You're in college. Just like you're learning about sex, so are they. And it's harder for them. Guys have to learn how to be good at sex, how to last, how to take care of the woman. At least you got an orgasm. Hell, my first time was the worst sex of my life!" "But he laughed at me!" "Yes. He laughed at you. His friends laughed at you. He just wanted sex. You thought it was more. It happens all the time, Alex. You're a woman now. And you're just starting to learn what that means. So are they! Hell, your father didn't even know what an orgasm looked like until I told him!" "Ewww! Mom, I don't want to hear that." "Too bad. Now listen. You are going to meet plenty of boys and a few men. It's up to you to know which is which. To make sure they know you are getting yours and it's not all about them. They're just figuring out what to do with their dicks. You have to take control of your own sexuality. That's part of what it means to be a woman." As much as I loved my parents, I was mostly glad to be back with my brother. We had talked on the phone, and emailed, and texted. But it wasn't the same. There was nothing like actually seeing him or walking in to his room or hugging him for no reason, just because I could. We were inseparable that Christmas. Where ever I was, my brother could be found within a 5 foot radius. We watched movies and stayed up late talking. We were literally trying to relive six months of life in six weeks. There were some nights were we fell asleep still trying to talk. Usually him. He would be in the middle of a sentence and start slumping over onto the bed. I would tuck him in, kiss him on the cheek, and retire to my own room. I thought moving into college was hard, but leaving for the second semester was even worse. I just didn't want to go! I was home with my family and my brother and my room and... well just everything that makes home home! I didn't want to go back! Chris made all the difference. "Alex, my sister is not a quitter. She doesn't give up on anything. You're going back to school, you'll do great, and then when I go, I'll hear all about how wonderful my awesome sister is." I knew then how much my brother loved me. I cried and I hugged him and I went back to school. Sarah came up to me the first week back. "Look, I know what you went through with Calvin, but that doesn't mean you need to shut yourself off." "Huh? What are you talking about?" "All you do is study, Alex. You need to have a life." "I go to parties all the time!" Sarah looked at me. She had this way of looking at people that just scratched at you. "When was the last time you fucked a guy?" I didn't say anything. This was the second time I was hearing about my sex life. First my mom, now Sarah. Damn it, why was everyone so interested in my pussy! "Hmmm?" She was still looking at me. "Alex, I'm glad you're doing great in class, which definitely is a major thing. I mean, it's THE major thing. But that doesn't meant it's everything. You still need a life." "I'll think about it," I said. I had more class than to say 'Okay, I'll start fucking!' And it's what Sarah wanted to hear. But I did actually give it some thought, I even talked it over with Maria. Sadly, she agreed with them. That weekend, I picked up a guy at a party. It was good, he was fun. And he ate me out wonderfully. Of course, it was the first time anyone had done that, but it was still wonderful. By the time I went home for the summer, my GPA was a 3.9, I was guaranteed a bid for BZB, and I had two different guys I was fucking regularly. I also found out something about myself. I loved cock. And not, 'I like being fucked.' I love cock. I loved holding them, stroking them, sucking them, feeling them, smelling them. I loved cock. Of course, I didn't tell my family about that, not even my mom. But I had a good time. Just like Christmas, Chris and I were stuck together day in and day out. I took him up to the high school, and showed him where everything was at. I clearly remembered freshmen asking me for directions and me and every other upperclassmen sending them everywhere but where they needed to be. When I got back to school, I started pledging. It was a hard pledge. We weren't allowed to have sex, drink, or go to parties. We weren't even allowed to masturbate. All we did was study and exercise. Exercise and study. Day in, day out. It was stressful. There were 16 other girls crossing with me, and by the time it was over every one of us were drooling over getting a good fucking. Mostly because we kept seeing cocks everywhere. The sisters would fuck in front of us. They would make us listen to them fucking. They even put on pornos while we studied. If we weren't studying or exercising, we were doing community service. Mentoring young girls in the community, raising money, finding boyfriends for other sisters. It took three months, but by the time I crossed, my pussy was literally constantly wet. For no reason. Anything and everything turned me on. I pulled one of the frat brothers into my room and came just from looking at his cock. I found out a lot more about myself that semester. I didn't mind sex with women, it was fun, but there was nothing like a hard throbbing cock pulsating inside my pussy. I found out I wasn't into whips and gags, but I was fine with chains and handcuffs, and I was pretty good at tying knots. I should have taught boy scouts. And I liked having multiple cocks around me. That's honestly what I thought of them. They weren't boys or potential life partners. They were just cocks. And I spent my college years sampling from them. Some were fun to suck, some were great pussy eaters. I tried out the long ones, the thick ones, the short ones. I did anal and threesomes. Not to say that it was all fun and sex. The sisterhood made sure of that. I took the right classes, had the right teachers, and studied just as hard as I fucked. Thanks to them, I took courses for double credit. I was able to skip some classes or test out. And I graduated in five years with my Masters in Accounting. They even got me my job and my apartment. The firm was actually in the same town as the college. It was a major accounting firm that handled the finances for several major companies. The HR manager was a Sarah. Yep, that Sarah. She told me if I did well, I'd be running the department in five years. My family stood by me the whole time. Dad and Chris helped me move in, while Mom and I went shopping. It's funny, five years of dorm room living, but I would be damned if any of that stuff went into my apartment. Chris had really grown up while I was in college. It was heartbreaking every time I came home to find out I had missed another event in his life. I wanted to just hit pause on his life, but things kept happening to him. He'd grown another inch, had his first kiss (who had the nerve to defile my baby brother), and he even started driving and had his own car. He had been accept to my college, so we all agreed that he would move in with me to save money. He had only gotten a partial scholarship. But without having to pay for dorm fees, it would pretty much cover him. He had decided to major in Law. I had a few of my sorors look over his class schedule. It was so cute! When they came over and they were touching him and reading over his shoulder he would blush and stutter and he got all tongue-tied. Mom had told me about this, but it was so cute! She told me that he hadn't dated anyone since his girlfriend broke up with him in tenth grade. Apparently she was his high school sweetheart. They started dating at the beginning of ninth grade and made it halfway through tenth. Then she found a boy with a driver's license and a car. It all suddenly went downhill from there. Somehow, my mom expected me to get him back into the dating scene. She and my dad had a dream of having ten or twenty grandchildren. I don't know where they thought all these kids were coming from, but it wasn't going to be out of me! The girl had dumped Chris, and, heartbroken, he had withdrawn into himself. I hated myself for not noticing it, but, even though I didn't know how to help him, I was determined to get him back on the dating scene. Starting my job was an adventure in itself. I knew there weren't many women in the accounting field, but damn. I worked on the 8th floor of a 17 story building with 12 men and only one other woman. And Mrs. Margery was 58 years old. She was the department head at one point, but after her husband had hit a huge casino jackpot, she stepped down so that they would have time to travel. Ask No Questions Ch. 01 "Honey, we've spent all our lives saving money, now we're finally old enough to start spending it," she told me. She was pretty much the floor mother. Still, she wasn't the oldest person on the floor. At 62, that went to Paul. I loved Paul. He was an old school black man and he didn't take any shit from anyone. Mark, our department head, tried to make me work one weekend because there was an account he didn't finish in time. "Fuck no," Paul said. "That was your job, you do it. That's why you get the big paycheck." "Paul, this doesn't concern you." "Shiiiit. You're trying to take advantage of that girl, and you think I'm going to let that bullshit fly? Hell no. Alex, you tell him you've already got plans. There ain't shit he can do about it." I did. He couldn't. Paul smiled and raised his fist in the air, "Fight the power." I loved Paul. He had been divorced five different times, and he was still looking for his next wife. There was no doubt in my mind that he was a player. There was just a certain swagger to the way he walked, the way he talked. Hell, I'd have at least given him a blow job if he asked. The rest of the guys on the floor were just horn dogs. I was a pair of pretty tits with a calculator as far as they were concerned. I actually found a web cam under my desk once, set up so that when I spread my legs, it could see my panties. I yanked it out and stormed into Mark's office. I slammed it on his desk. "I'm not suing, yet, but if this shit happens again..." I left it at that and walked out. Mark quietly talked to all the other staff, and assured me that it wouldn't happen again. Still, I did check under my desk every so often. I was sitting eating lunch with Mrs. Margery when Paul walked by. "Hey Paul, sit with us." "Ladies," he said, smiling as he accepted my offer. I was absolutely certain that at some point in time, Paul and Mrs. Margery had made the beast with two backs. I couldn't prove it, but there was just something about the way they smiled at each other. Like they knew something the rest of the world didn't. "I've got a problem. I need to get my brother dating again." "How old is he?" "18." He laughed, "Well, just give him some time, I'm sure he'll be picking 'em up in no time. Hell, when I was 18..." He stopped, like he suddenly realized he was talking to women. "But he hasn't dated anyone since he was 16." "Honey," Mrs. Margery said, "you just need to give the boy his time. The right woman will come find him when he's ready." "No she won't." Paul said. "Shiiiit, I've met five of the right women. The right man may come for a woman, but a man has to hunt his down." He looked up to find Mrs. Margery glaring daggers at him. "But Marge is right," he said. "You just keep living your life and be there when he needs you. As long as a man has a woman there for him, that's all he needs." I hate asking people for advice and getting answers like that. I'm a very proactive person. If there's a problem, I do something. I'm a fixer. And they were telling me to just sit back. This was my baby brother! I can't just sit back! Still, it was summer. Chris was already moved in and staying with me. He was in a new place, with new women, and new opportunities. I was sure an 18 year old man would know what to do with all that. I was wrong. I walked into the door of my apartment day after day to find Chris happily sitting at his computer or watching TV or reading a book. Or worse, playing a video game. I hate video games. I am convinced I have missed out on lots of fucking thanks to Halo and Call of Duty. And when he read, he was actually reading school books! Who the hell does that?! Still, I always came home to a clean apartment, dinner ready, and interesting conversation. I had to forbid him from cleaning my room though. "Why," he asked. "ANQ." Ask no questions. I did not want my brother finding all my sex toys. My parents had given me a $500 monthly allowance while I was in school. That had funded a wonderful sex toy collection. I had vibes, cock rings, restraints, costumes, strap-ons. Everything a cock whore could need. All I needed now was a cock. After two weeks, I came home to find Chris reading a second year law book. No. No more of this shit. I couldn't just sit here and wait! "Chris," I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Let's go out tonight." "Uh, sure, sis. Did you wanna go out to eat?" "No, we'll eat in, and just hit the clubs. I'll call Sarah and Brit, I'm sure they'll wanna go." "Okay." I smiled as I walked back to my room. Britney was going to be a sophomore when school started and she was pegged to join the sorority. I had some real hopes that she and Chris would hit it off. Even if they didn't date, she still had a whole summer to get some cock before pledging started. And Chris could be that cock. BZB girls worked hard in and out of the bed. I was proof of that. And so was Sarah. Britney could give Chris a workout for the summer and kick start him back into the dating game. Hell, the parents were expecting twenty grandkids and he had to do his part! As we ate, I looked him over for the hundredth thousandth time. I just couldn't understand why he was so shy! He had been around girls forever! He knew how to talk to them! And he wasn't ugly. Granted, he wasn't going to be an Abercrombie and Fitch model, but he was a good looking guy. He never played any school sports, but he was always active. He was smart, hardworking, and confident until a pretty girl walked by. It just didn't make sense. Plus, honestly, I couldn't think straight. I still had my own problems. It had been 2 months since I had broken up with Aaron. I had loved Aaron. I had actually given up all my other cocks for him. Unfortunately, after dating for two years, he said I wanted too much sex. What man says that?! "I'm not sure if you love me or my dick!" "I love both of you!" "See! That's what I'm talking about! It's not a person! It's an organ! You wanna fuck like three or four times a day! Still! I thought it would settle down, but you just keep wanting more!" "I like sex! Are you actually complaining because we have too much sex?!" "Fuck yes! I'm a grown man and I'm saying that! That should tell you something!" I looked at him and couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Look, we just want different things, let's just let it go, okay?" "Let it go? Let it go! You want to let a whole two years?!" "It's just not working out," he said. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out. My sisters stared daggers at him as he walked through the dorm hallways, then they rushed in and cried and man-bashed with me. That was one month before graduation. Fucking Aaron. I missed him though. I missed having my own personal cock. Mine to have and to hold and to suck and fuck to my little heart's content. Still, that was two months ago. It was time I get back out there. And I was taking Chris with me. Sarah and Britney showed up around 9. We chatted and had a glass of wine as I tried to get the embers started between Brit and Chris. Britney seemed willing, but I just couldn't get Chris to break through the ice. 'Okay,' I thought, 'I'll get some liquor in him tonight, then we'll see how shy he is!' We took Sarah's car. I was planning on having someone else drive me home. I slid Chris $200 dollars before we got to the club. If the boy couldn't get laid with that kind of drink money, especially with Britney already interested, then he needed more help than I thought. I didn't hover over him, although I probably should have. It was his first time at a club, after all. But I wanted him to have the freedom to really give Britney a run for her money. And I needed to find my own piece of ass for the night. I was looking forward to both of us having that fresh fucked look over breakfast the next morning. Sarah and I made our way to the dance floor. I loved dancing with Sarah. She was cute, but when she danced, she was sexy. Sexy as fuck. I didn't really have to do anything. She would just use me like a stripper pole, grinding and swinging and swaying. The cocks all turned our way and we had our pick of them. I found mine quickly. He was a cute guy who started talking French to me. Foreign languages make me wet. I saw Britney and Chris dancing together a few times that night. But most of my attention was on my new cock. We danced and he bought me drinks and we danced some more. Before I knew it was 2 in the morning. I told him he was driving me home. And I smiled when he didn't argue. When we walked in the door, Chris was already in his room. I peeked in, hoping to find him and Britney naked in the throes of passion. No. Not at all. He was on his computer and Britney was nowhere to be seen. He looked up as I opened the door. "Hey sis." Then he saw the guy standing behind me. "ANQ," I said. Then I closed the door. Davin was wonderful. I was extremely happy I had found him. He was an eater and he was damn good at it. I had two orgasms from his tongue alone. He was a decent fuck, but I was really interested in his tongue skills. I made sure I saved his number before I kicked him out. Yes, I kicked him out. He was just a cock after all. And cocks don't get to sleep over. "So, what happened with you and Britney," I asked Chris over breakfast the next morning. "Nothing, why?" "I thought you two were into each other." "Not really. I mean, we just met, right?" "Yeah, right." I sighed to myself. My brother just made me feel like a whore. 'Rally, Alex, rally.' "Are you gonna see her again?" "I'm sure I will. I mean, you two are friends, right?" "Yeah, well, I'm more of her mentor, but you got her number right?" "No. Why?" Fuck, my illusions of my brother's issues were coming tumbling down around me. "Why not?" "I don't know. Just didn't." The little bastard. Don't be shocked, it wasn't the first time in my life I was mad at my little brother. I had set him up with the perfect pussy. He could have had the time of his life! With no strings! For the whole summer! And here he was, eating eggs and bacon, when he should have been at her apartment getting his dick sucked as a wakeup call! What is wrong with the men of this generation! Chris looked up at me, "Um... Did I do something wrong?" My brother knew I wasn't happy. I sighed, "Chris, why didn't you ask her out?" "We were already out." "Why didn't you ask her out on a REAL date, where your sister wasn't there?" "Huh... um... did you want me to?" "I wanted you to want to. She wanted you to want to. Why didn't you want to?" "I dunno. I didn't think she was interested in me." "Really." I turned around and grabbed my phone off the counter. I was betraying girl code, but I could plead the Family Distress Act if anyone tried to pull my card. I called Britney and put her on speaker. "Hey Brit." "Hey Alex, what's up?" "Hey, just wanted to make sure you got home okay. How was last night?" "It was okay." "You mean you didn't like partying with sisters?" "Oh no! No! You guys were great! I had a lot of fun, it's just..." "What? Don't tell me my little brother was an asshole or something?" "No, he's just kind of clueless, you know?" I gave Chris the look. He knew the look. He knew it well. I don't use it often, but he knows it when he sees it. "What do you mean?" "I mean I did everything but give him my panties, but he just wasn't biting. I'm not use to that! It was so frustrating!" "Ooooh! I'm sorry babe, but maybe next time you can get in on him." "I don't know. I'm not sure he's interested in me. Hell, I'm not even sure I want to try again!" "Well, you let me know. If I have to, I'll hold him down while you mount him." She laughed. "Alright, I'll catch you later okay. I'm just sitting down to eat." "Alright. Laters." I hung up the phone and looked at Chris. "Well." "Well, what?" he asked. The clueless little bastard. I was serving Britney up on a platter and he was acting like he wasn't hungry. "Never mind, Chris. Just...never mind." I was frustrated and I had no one to lash out at. And I wasn't calling Davin back, he was an eater, not a fucker. So, I went to work and I terrorized anyone who even approached my desk. At lunch, Paul came and sat down with me. I told him what happened. He sighed. "You treated him like a zoo animal." "What?" Honestly, does that make sense to anyone else? "You go to the zoo. They toss the tiger some meat. Do you think the lion would rather be out in the wild hunting, stretching his muscles, and being a lion, or be fed in the zoo?" "Tiger," Mrs. Margery said. "Huh?" "You started that little story with a tiger, not a lion. Besides, male lions don't hunt. They just defend the pride. The females hunt." He looked back at me. "You know what I mean! You brought the horse to water, but that doesn't mean he has to drink. Let the boy be a damn tiger and go get his own damn water." Mrs. Margery sighed, "He's right honey. He can't kept a metaphor straight, but he's right. You can't bring women to him. He's got to do it on his own, in his own time." Damn it! It was the same damn advice! Sit back and do nothing. How was I supposed to do that? Then again, I really didn't have any other ideas. I went out for a drink after work and picked up another cock. I needed to get all my dicks back in a row. 'Ducks! I meant ducks!' When we walked in, Chris was sitting at the table just finishing his dinner. "ANQ," I said to him. The last thing I needed was for him to tell Dad about my favorite hobby. Gideon was a black man. With a big cock. He would not be coming back. He was long and he was thick and he was just too damn big! And he kept trying to fit it all in. And so did I! I couldn't stand the idea that I couldn't fit his whole cock in my pussy. I felt like I was wasting it. Still, he was a good guy and a fun fuck, I just wasn't going to do a repeat. Three weeks later, I had my three cocks on call, was well fucked, and still had no idea what to do for Chris. The only thing I had come up with was to send him to a hooker. But that just seemed like a waste of money. He'd probably just talk to her. I could picture him interviewing her about her interactions with the legal system. It was a Saturday night and I had just decided not to call a cock over. I was in a mood, there wasn't a name for the mood. It was just a mood. I turned off the TV and headed back to bed. I stopped to peek in on Chris. He only had one more week of summer and Britney had totally given up on him. Do you remember that moment, on Christmas morning, when you opened your first present, and it's exactly what you wanted? That's how I felt. I cracked open the door to see Chris sitting at his computer, naked from the waist down, headphones in his ears, in the middle of jacking off. And he was beautiful. His cock was perfect. It was hard and veiny and just the right length and it had that slight curve to hit the spot. Oh my god! My baby brother had the perfect cock. The perfect cock was sitting here, under my own roof, being wasted! He was masturbating! If I showed that thing to any woman, she'd be all over it, and he was using it to masturbate?! It was blasphemous! He was wasting a God given gift! How dare he! I watched him stroke himself until he jizzed. Part of me wanted to know what he was watching, I had a decent porn collection myself after all. Part of me wanted to go lick it up. And part of me had to remind that last part of me that he was my brother. Then that part of me told that part of me to shut the hell up and look at that cock. I listened to that part. I watched as his cock shrank back down. Like most men, he was a grower, not a shower. But that was perfect too. Even flaccid he was pretty. I closed the door, pissed at him. I had to get my brother laid. There was no way a cock connoisseur like myself could let that beautiful, divine cock continue to be neglected and abused by him. It belonged between some sexy woman's legs or in a soft warm mouth, not in his hands! I fell down on my bed and wrapped my sheets around me. He was wasting it! Absolutely wasting it! I didn't sleep well that night, but my commitment was renewed. And yet, I still didn't really do anything. Classes would start soon, and one of those college girls would discover what my baby brother was hiding in his pants. I was trusting in hormones and good looks. Besides, I wasn't all that happy in my own sex life. All that time with Aaron had gotten me accustomed to a few things. I missed having my own personal cock. There are just some things you can't do with a random cock. I was having plenty of sex, but I was still frustrated. I wanted my own damn cock! At least Sarah understood. Just like in college, she was still my rock. "I know how you feel, but it takes time to find someone. You just have to be patient." I forgot. She was my rock that had her own personal cock. Another person telling me to "do nothing." Is that the only advice people have nowadays? Although, I couldn't be mad at her. She had offered to share him a few times. But it still wouldn't have been my cock. And none of the one's I had right now were good enough to be personal cocks. Davin was an eater. George was my long cock. And Danny was my short cocked anal buddy. None of them were all-purpose cocks. I couldn't really be myself around them. Not like Chris. Chris would be a great cock. 'Stop that! That's your brother,' I said to myself. That's what I needed though. I needed someone with a cock like Chris's. The memory of that piece of man meat haunted my thoughts. I kept feeling like everyone else was lacking. None of them were as satisfying anymore. It was like I had found the last number in Pi. What use was there to ever do math again? How could you top the last number in Pi? Three weeks into the school year and Chris was settling in nicely. His classes were going well, his grades were good, and his professors knew who his sister was. It was all going great. And work was good for me. I had my annual review, I was given top marks, and I had gotten a raise. And our parents had made sure that we were coming home for Christmas. Everything was good. Except for Chris. I kept expecting to come home to find some sexy thing pretending to study with him while she eyed his junk. Or for her to walk out of his room with that well-fucked look, but it never happened. I asked my sorors to keep an eye out for him. A few of them kept their eyes on him for more personal reasons, but they all said the same thing. Chris was a no-go. He just didn't seem to respond to any kind of flirting or come-ons. They all called him "frustrating." I sat in my chair, my second glass of wine on the table, making several failed attempts to read a book that Sarah had leant me. I needed cock but I didn't want any of the one's I had. And I didn't want to go cock hunting. I just wanted to walk up, stick it in my mouth, and suck it off until it gave me what I craved. I sat, fidgeting, my thoughts going every which way. I wanted not to want what I wanted. But I did. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but... Well... It was just SO perfect! And it was right there! Ten feet down the hall! Doing nothing! Being wasted! How could I just let this go on! And under my own roof! "No," I told myself. "Bad sister! Bad!" I needed to help my brother get a girlfriend, not take advantage of him. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't get a little peek, right? I mean, I had already seen it. What would it hurt to get another look? 'Nothing,' I thought as I moved down the hallway, Sarah's book long forgotten. 'It wouldn't hurt a damn thing.' I opened the door. He was already in bed asleep. That's one thing about my baby brother, nothing short of the Second Coming would make him loose sleep. Ask No Questions Ch. 01 "Chris," I whispered. "Chris." He didn't stir. Good. I pulled his covers down. He was only wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. Damn. I was hoping he slept nude. I mean, if I had a cock like that, I would let it out every chance I got. Just another way he was abusing that poor, wonderful cock. Still, I needed to look at it. I couldn't look at if it was all wrapped up in pajamas. I smiled, having sufficiently justified myself. Besides, I was good at this. I used to pull Aaron's dick out and jack him off without him ever waking up. And he thought he came three or four times a day, try five or six dumbass. He didn't even know how good he had it. I lifted the front of his pajamas off his skin and gently undid the two buttons, then I slipped my hand into the opening and slid his cock out. I had to move slowly. Let him get adjusted to the feeling of my hand on him. The last thing I wanted was for him to wake up to his sister fondling him in his sleep. I didn't do anything. Just held him. Lightly massaged him. Watched as he got harder and harder, right there in the palm of my hand. As his perfect cock stretched itself out. As the veins pumped blood into his cock. I felt the warmth of him, radiating into my hand. I started to pump him slowly. I mean, I had already come this far, right? And I couldn't leave my baby brother with blue balls! What kind of sister would that make me? So I pumped him. Up and down. Softly. Slowly. He stirred and mumbled in his sleep, but he wasn't waking up. I smiled as I wondered how his mind was making sense of this in his dreams. It took six minutes, six wonderful, enjoyable minutes, but his body finally tensed up, his hips lifted off the mattress as his cum dribbled out of his cock and onto my hand. I made sure I got every drop of it. Made sure none of it leaked down onto him. There was no need to be wasteful. 'Wait, I mean, I didn't want him to get messy! Yeah... Yeah, that.' I licked it off my hand, breathing in the strong scent of his seed as I looked at my sleeping brother. He was so relaxed now, so peaceful. And he tasted so wonderful. I quietly licked my hand until I couldn't taste him anymore, then I put him back up and let myself out. Sarah's book was wonderful. My wine was delicious. And I hadn't slept so well in weeks. It was like I was sick and Chris was the medicine. The really tasty medicine. I kept looking at him the next day, smiling to myself. "What?!" "ANQ," I said. He grumbled something under his breath. Still, I figured while I was feeling better, it was time to take another shot at his problem. But not right now. Next week. I would do it next week. I wanted to do a little more research before I played out my nuclear defense. I spent my week working and watching Chris. More watching than working. I even got to see him put on another show for me! It was hard to catch him though. He really needed to have a schedule. I had peeked in on him every day that week and the first time I got to see his cock again was Friday night. 'Note to self, it's pretty sad I spent Friday night trying to voyerize my little brother. Also, not sure if "voyerize" is a word.' It was as beautiful as I remembered it. All veiny and throbbing and angry. His cock knew it was destined for greater things and Chris was just holding him back, like a zoo tiger. He started off with slow strokes, speeding up little by little as he got more engrossed with whatever he was watching. I really wanted to know what it was. It looked good. I tried to get onto his laptop, but I couldn't guess his password. He kept stroking and stroking, his eyes glued to the monitor. His grip was tight. I clenched my own hand, remembering how he felt when I jacked him off. I watched as, once again, his cock shot off, wasted. It was around 3 o' clock, Saturday afternoon. I had come home from hitting up a few sales downtown. Chris was enjoying himself with my least favorite activity. Video games. "You know what? I've had enough," I said. I walked over and turned off the TV. "Hey! You just killed me!" "I'm about to!" "What'd I do," he asked, standing up. I pointed to the couch. "Sit." He did as I said. "Now, it's Saturday. What are you planning to do?" "I was just doing it. Then you killed me," he mumbled. I sighed. See what I mean. Video games. If I wasn't for them, he'd be a healthy young pussy hound. Sticking his nose between some girl's legs and using that cock for its God given purpose. Instead, I have to come home to the perfect cock wasting itself on Call of Duty. "No! Absolutely not. Why aren't you seeing anyone?" "Huh, what's that got to do with anything," he asked defensively. "Just answer me," I said. "Well, no one's really interested in me, I guess." I gave him the look. "Do I need to call Britney again? Or how about Rachel. You know Rachel, right? She's in your English class. She called me to see if you were on the market." I turned the look up, glaring into his soul. "I know girls are interested. Why are you ignoring them?" Like I said, Chris isn't anyone's underwear model, but he's still solid, top-of-the-line man meat. "Um... I didn't know?" "Fuck that. Rachel asked you out. You turned her down. Why?" He looked at me with shock. "How do you know?" "ANQ. Now why." "ANQ?" It was so cute when he tried to use it. "You know better." "Look, I'm just trying to focus on school right now. I don't need a girlfriend distracting me, okay?" Finally, we were getting somewhere. I took the look off him. "No. Not okay." I went and sat down next to him and wrapped my arm around him. 'There was a lot less of him to wrap when he was younger,' I thought to myself. "Chris, school's important, but so is living. If you only focus on school, you're going to forget how to live, little bro." "I was living until you killed me," he muttered. I pinched him. "Ow!" "Video games aren't living. You need to go out, have fun, and get laid. That's what college is all about. Learning, in and out of the classroom. Okay? Think about it." I kissed him on the cheek and went to my room. 'There,' I thought. 'That ought to make him go get a girlfriend.' To celebrate, I decided to change and go see George. A nice fucking would cap my day off really well. I was right, as usual. George was great. He wined me, he dined me, and he rammed his cock through me. It was a fun night. And I liked George. He didn't make me leaving ten minutes afterwards awkward. He walked me to my car, kissed me goodnight, and asked me to call him when I got a chance. He was a good cock. Just not a personal one. A steady diet of George would probably kill me. Our views were just way to different. When I got home, Chris was already in bed asleep. 'The boy went to sleep at ten on the dot every night, but he can't find a way to jack off at a convenient time for his sister to voyeur him. Ingrate.' Still, maybe a little Chris Cross would put a little feather in my hat? 'Nah,' I thought. 'I don't wanna mix George with Chris.' I went on into my own room, jiggered myself a little, and went to sleep. And would you believe, after that wonderful talk we had, he spent Sunday in his room doing school work. Not catching up, no. Not my little brother. He was getting ahead. He was a whole month ahead in three different classes! I was now in total agreement with all the girls that had told me about my brother. Frustrating. And there was no way my brother was going to be a geek. I was too proud of him, and he was too cute. I demanded better for him. It was my personal opinion that women should throw themselves down on the ground before him so that his feet never touch the ground. Then again, I was his sister. The next two weeks were bad for me. Very bad. I lost all my cocks, one after another. Davin, my wonderful little eater, found himself a girlfriend, lucky bitch. George had gotten a job out of town and moved. And Danny was just too damn clingy. He asked me to meet his mother. I had to cut him loose. Two weeks and not a decent fuck in sight. I was climbing the walls. I needed cock! And Chris. He didn't listen at all. Britney told me he had turned down a date with Miss Freshman! How could he do that? He was walking around with the perfect cock hiding in his pants and not doing anything with it! I'll admit it. I was desperate, frustrated, and horny. My mind most likely wasn't in the right place. It was in my horny place. My EXTREMELY horny place. I peeked on Chris. He was sitting at his desk, headphones in his ears, jacking his meat. I'd had enough. He didn't notice me until I took his hand off his cock. "Sis!" Oh the shock in his eyes. "Um, um, um." "ANQ." I got down on my knees and slid his cock between my lips. Hmmm, no lotion. My brother was a dry rubber. You don't find many of those these days. I liked dry rubbers. You never need to worry about having to clean anything off, it was just there and ready, and throbbing in my mouth as my tongue ran up the underside. I looked up at him. He was frozen somewhere between shock and pleasure. His hands clung to the arms of the chair, his mouth hung open. I loved it. I loved that I could do this to him. I brought my hand up and started massaging his balls. I watched as pleasure started to overcome shock and good sense. When I ran my tongue over the head, I saw pleasure punch good sense in the face and push shock off the swing set. He moaned out and tilted his head back. Some part of his mind told him to just sit back and let this happen. And I was more than happy about that. I had already gone too far. Hell, I had gone too far weeks ago when I gave him a hand job while he was sleeping. This was way overdo. I slowly started to come up off him, then back down. Back up, my tongue working inside of my mouth, playing with his head when what was all that was left in my mouth. Then back down, twisting and twirling along the underside of his cock. When I came back up, I took him completely out. I held his dick up and licked my way down to his balls. I sucked and I licked on his sack, then I took one of them into my mouth, playing with him as my hand moved slowly along his cock. I opened my mouth and switched balls. He moaned again. It was deep and hard, but he was into it now. My panties were soaked through and I could feel a rivulet of my juice running down my thigh. There was no turning back now, not for either of us. At least, not tonight. I licked my way back up his fuck stick and slid him back into my mouth. My head bobbed and bounced on his cock. I worked his balls, squeezing and massaging them, working that man juice out of him. I wanted it now. I wanted it bad. And my little brother didn't disappoint me. It wasn't like when he was asleep. His cum shot out this time. The first shot went straight down my throat. I pulled back on him and took the rest all in my mouth, straight from the source. It was as great as I remembered it. I kept him in my mouth until his cock wasn't pumping anything but air. I licked what was left off the head, and watched him shudder at the sensitivity. Then I swallowed it all in one big gulp. I stood up and watched him as he caught his breath, as good sense started flowing back into his brain. He looked at me. Yep, shock was back, and it had brought good ole confusion along for the ride. "Alex..." I put a finger over his lips, silencing him. Then I moved my finger and lightly kissed him. "ANQ." Ask no questions. I kissed him one more time. "Good night, little brother." I walked down to my room, strangely proud of myself. Sure, I had left my little brother stunned and confused. And I had just committed incest. But I had taken my sexuality into my own hands. I had seen the perfect cock, and I put my claim in for it. If Britney had done this, she wouldn't have to worry about her panties. She would have stopped wearing the damn things around Chris. Speaking of panties... I slid mine off. They were ruined. I had soaked through the crotch and the satin and the lace. Still, I might be able to find a use for them. I threw them into the bathroom. As troubled as Chris might be, my mind was completely at peace. I know that I should have been feeling guilt and remorse and screaming about how wrong it was, but it wasn't. Nothing about what just happened felt wrong to me at all. That cock was made for me. The fact that it was attached to my brother was really just a twist of fate. With the taste of my brother's jizz still in my mouth, I laid down on the bed and happily drifted off to dream land. Sunrise is a horrible thing though. Cock-loving, selfish Alex went to sleep, and big sister Alex woke up. I woke up early the next morning and made breakfast, my mind racing. Last night was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Damn cock lust. I couldn't imagine how confused Chris must have been. Fuck. Fuck me. 'Stop! Wasn't sucking him off bad enough,' I thought. That was the problem though. It wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all. It was the farthest thing from bad. It had been sexy and hot and wrong and taboo and... and everything. It was everything. And, even as wrong as it was, I wanted more. Chris came in, nervously. He sat down and I placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and jellied toast in front of him. I fixed my own plate and sat down across from him. "Um, sis, about last..." I held up my hand, silencing him. "Before that. Chris, why aren't you dating anyone? And I want the real reason, not any bullshit. You hear me. No bullshit, no excuses, just the reason," I said softly. He looked at me and he could see how serious I was. Even after last night, my brother knew that his big sister was still all about him. "Well, Dana, the last girl I dated... Well, when she broke up with me, she told me it was because I wasn't enough. I'm not interesting, I'm ugly, and I'm pretty sure I have a small... you know... thingy." WHAT!!!! What the hell was this? This is why my brother wasn't dating anyone? His eyes started tearing up, "She told me she was only dating me because she felt sorry for me." It suddenly clicked to me. Oh my God, she was his Calvin Tivell. "Chris. You dated a bitch. It's not a big deal. You'll probably run into a few more of them. Hell, even I can be a bitch sometimes. But that shouldn't stop you from living and loving your life." I know my little brother. I've known him all his life. He wasn't listening to me. I looked into his eyes and I could see him reliving every moment of that relationship: beginning, middle, and horrible end. Right at that moment, as I sat across from him, she was breaking up with him all over again. "And you know what," he said. "I don't need your pity either." Then he got up and stormed out, slamming the door as he went. "Fuck." Note to readers (to be read as if it was shouted to you): If "voyerize" isn't a word, I demand to be credited with its creation. Start the petitions! Write to your senator! Also, I am willing to recognize that Charles Dickens did "jigger", but I turned it into a sexual term. So that too! Now, all of you, march on your city hall and demand that I be given the key to the city for my literary contributions! Or at least leave a comment! And vote! And I hope you enjoyed it! ----Shaide Also, currently working on chapter 2. You won't believe how this goes down!