Work Text:
Keeping her hands off of him, as they waited for the valet service, was the hardest damn thing Kim had had to do in ages.
But that Dale guy was still watching them through the window…and after all, they were supposed to be brother and sister…
Sisters don’t usually grab their brother’s ass. Do they?
Well, brothers don’t usually graze their sister’s inner thigh under the table at lunch, and we definitely just did that.
Kim’s heart was thudding in her chest. Her shoulder brushed against his arm. He wasn’t looking at her; he was biting the inside of his lip. His eyes were narrowed as he looked off into the middle distance very studiously, as though memorizing the crown moulding on the jewelry shop across the way.
Their cars pulled up at the same time. Jimmy cleared his throat and turned to her.
“Well. Giselle. I’m so glad you called me about our…investment opportunity.”
He looked so giddy, so thrilled to be with her. And it was utterly mutual, of course.
Kim didn’t believe in hippie shit, but if she did, she’d say he had the most expansive aura of anyone in the world. He encompassed her — and everyone else in his vicinity, too, but his aura had a soft spot for her. His energy was that of a tap dancer enlivening her soul. Savion Glover, you know, one of the greats. Jimmy was one of the greats at…whatever this thing was, this thing he could do.
What a waste life would be without him.
She peered into his eyes. He looked hopeful, expectant, but prepared for anything. Prepared for a separation. Jimmy, Jimmy.
After all this time and devotion to her, he deserved an affirmation. And a treat.
Kim gave him a forceful nod, almost a bow. “Viktor. My dear, dear brother. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She leaned up and whispered in his ear. “I’m not going back to work.”
She heard his breath catch in his throat. “You’d damn well better believe I’m not either.”
His face was an inch away from hers. She could feel the heat radiating from his lips. She loved his lips, she wanted to consume them… She wanted all of him, his length, his breadth…
She couldn’t help stealing a glance back inside the restaurant. Dale, that asshole, was standing up, looking out at their intimate display, his brow furrowed in disgust. Kim grinned and brushed her nose against Jimmy’s.
“Come over,” she whispered. She got in her car, watching Jimmy’s face turn to mushy, sentimental goo… and then to blazing, red-blooded arousal.
She waited for his car to pull in a few spots away from hers; they’d been exchanging rearview mirror glances for the first mile, until a tragically timed red light had spoiled their fun. Carefully, she straightened her pencil skirt and lit a cigarette.
She was leaning against her car, trying (and succeeding, she knew) to look highly seductive. Like a classic pin-up girl — Bettie Page, maybe, or Hedy Lamarr. She knew how to position her body to best advantage: the tiniest pop of the hip, a raised heel, a tilt of the head. Relaxing her body into it, not letting herself get too stiff. Letting her hair and her tits undulate with her breath.
He slammed the car door closed and ran to her, stopping a foot away from her. He was breathing hard. He looked her over, love and desire painted across his transparent face.
“Aw fuck, I’ve missed you… Kim…”
She shook her head and tapped her cigarette. “Giselle.” She blew out a curl of smoke.
His demeanor changed ever so slightly, but the effect was instantaneous: he was back in character. He was alarmingly good at that: getting into character. Well, it worked for her now.
“Giselle.” He took a step toward her, running his hand over her cheek. “My favorite sister. You’ve always been my favorite, of all our nine sisters.”
She swallowed a laugh. “I know, Viktor.” She slipped her hand under his jacket and played with his belt loop. “You know, you were very forward with me during our meeting. We’ve always been close, but you’ve never…touched me…like that before.”
Jimmy’s lip twitched, but he wasn’t about to break character. He slipped the cigarette out of her hand and took a long drag. “What do you mean, Giselle? Like…this?” His hand brushed the inside of her thigh, slowly, slowly. Her skirt was tight; it didn’t allow for much. She bent her knee ever so slightly and he accepted the invitation, sliding the skirt up and reaching underneath, grazing gently against her cunt through her underwear.
She gasped, struggling to remain in character. He swallowed as he watched her cling onto her control; his eyes were piercing and his gaze steady. His head cocked a bit. How, how is this man so sexy…fuck…Jimmy…
Kim felt a surge of arousal flood her core, and a corresponding wetness seeped through the cotton of her underwear. Jimmy sucked in air through his teeth. “You don’t seem to mind when I touch you like this, Giselle. In fact, you’re…”
He plucked the fabric aside and prodded her with two fingers; she could tell how wet they became instantly, how much the tacky evidence of her stimulation was now coating him. “...Wow. Sis. I’ve gotta say…you’re drenched for me. For your big, big brother.”
“Well,” Kim rasped, through a dizzy fog. She took the cigarette back from him and inhaled, exhaled. “You’ve always been my favorite. Of our…” She took a few rapid breaths as he began oscillating in and out of her. “...of our fourteen brothers.”
Jimmy turned his cackle into a cough and brought his lips a centimeter from hers. “Hey,” he said, huskily, taking a final pull of the cigarette and flicking it away. “I wanna lick you. Your big brother’s always wanted to eat his sister’s pussy.”
Fuck, fuck. They weren’t gonna make it up to the apartment.
“In. Now.” She fumbled for the car door handle behind her, and they tripped over their own feet as they got the door open and fell into the passenger seat. Jimmy reached down, flailing for the operative handle; he broke character and cursed; Kim contorted herself to find the handle and pulled at it. The seat crashed backward and Jimmy landed roughly on top of her, somehow avoiding hurting her; he was brilliant that way.
She loved the weight of him…secure and so very himself.
And his lips had found hers, reverent and masterful. She closed her eyes.
“Giselle…” he rasped as he kissed her, “I’ve wanted to do this since we were teenagers.”
“Oh yeah? You remember when we almost did?”
He grunted as he kissed down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse, kissing down between her breasts. “Remind me.” He kissed down her stomach; his fingers were already starting to work her thighs apart and reach for her wet folds.
“You were eighteen and I was sixteen… You were home from college… We were at Aunt Martha’s house… We were in the basement, I saw a mouse and I was so scared, and you helped me… ah… you helped me realize…everything was gonna be okay. You held me; I was shaking. And then your hands…went down to my ass…I was so turned on, Viktor, I wanted more, but I was so young, I didn’t know how it all worked…”
“Aw. My innocent, sheltered little sis. I wish I’d known, baby, I wanted you, too.” His shoulders were heaving; Kim had no idea how he had slotted himself into the small space between her body and the glove compartment, but he had. He was working her skirt up, sliding her panties down, moving his head lower, lower… A grimace flitted across his face.
He doesn’t have enough room.
Kim shimmied back on the seat. “Viktor…the, um, the other handle. Under the seat, in front.”
Jimmy glanced at her, smiling gratefully, as he pulled on the handle that slid the seat toward the rear of the car, giving him more access to her.
“Thanks. Giselle.”
“Well. You know. Gotta make room for my big strong boy. My big, big brother…and his massive cock.”
He made a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat and ghosted his mouth over her cunt lips as he moved his body down and back. Kim squeezed her eyes shut and let her hands wander over his shoulders; one hand trailed up the back of his neck and tangled loosely in his hair.
His eyes crept up to meet hers. “Baby sis, you want this?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I…I need you, I…” She took a few shaky breaths. “I’m not… whole… without you.” This statement was starkly, unerringly true.
And he could tell that she wasn’t quite Giselle in that moment. His lips parted and he kissed her clit, tenderly and with veneration.
Then his face vanished as his tongue dove into her cunt. His thumb dabbed at her slick clit, teasing and coddling it.
“Oh, fuck… Viktor, you’re so fucking good at that…I always knew, I knew you’d be so good at fucking your sister…all those scams we’ve done, we’re brilliant, we’re so good at it, we fit together, we’re made for each other… Your tongue, it was always supposed to go in my pussy…yeah, yeah, your sister’s tight wet pussy, you…”
She had to stop for breath as he intensified his advances on her clit and dug deeper into the channel of her cunt with his tongue. Dimly, in her lust-hazed vision and muddled senses, she became aware that he’d freed his cock and he was jacking off shamelessly and grinding his balls against her knee.
“Oh yeah. Fuck. Yeah, Viktor. Hump my leg like a dog in heat. That’s right, that’s a good brother, my—”
He groaned into her pussy and her throat caught; everything tightened, throbbed, burned…I must have a fever, she was going up in flames as she approached a dying star—
“FUCK—”
His tongue skated rapidly up her folds and suddenly he rocketed up her body, prodding her entrance with his cock. She cried out in near-agony…she was so close, she might lose it…
“Here, I…fuck…” Jimmy started working his way inside…
“Quick, now…” She cradled his cock in her hand and helped him find his way.
And as he plunged his dick into her, rutting recklessly, he dragged her orgasm out of her, layer by layer, newfound pleasure bursting forth with every thrust.
He was clutching at her, gasping as he watched her writhe under him. He changed his angle to the one that always precipitated his climax, grabbing her waist.
“Fuck… babe… I’ve needed your sweet little pussy…I’ve been jerking off to you for so many years, my whole life I’ve needed you…”
“Yeah, you make me whole, you fill me up…”
“You make me so hard, no one makes me harder…”
“Come inside me, put it in me, I need my brother’s cum…”
“Oh, fuck, yeah, take it baby sister, take this cock, take this cum…”
He buried his cock inside her, spending himself; Kim felt an ache and an itch and rubbed her clit with the pads of her fingers, peaking again in just a few seconds, matching him and pulsing against him in time with his final driving charges into her.
Jimmy fell against her, keeping the bulk of his weight off of her, but letting his face rest in her neck. He kissed her, again and again, anywhere he could reach.
“Kim… god… I’m so fucking glad you called me.” He lifted his head. “What did it? Was it ‘Bali Ha’i’? It was the high note, wasn’t it? It made you love me again?”
Kim held him in her arms and stroked the back of his neck. The easy answer would be Howard made me work through lunch, but that wasn’t it; that was petty and insubstantial. What was it? She needed a scam? Needed a fuck?
No.
“You make me happy,” she said. Simply, easily.
Jimmy’s beaming face was everything that was wonderful in the world. She knew, without a doubt, that he would blow it again… He’d get irresponsible, he’d jeopardize her career…
But without him, life would be dull and rote and unbearable.
He nuzzled her nose with his. “Come on, Giselle,” he murmured. “Let’s get upstairs to my little sister’s bed.”