Sib Games

"Are you full? 'Cus I can't swallow."

"I'm working on it, Amber."

I inhaled deeply and the musky odour of the whipped pie made my stomach spasm. It wasn't a bad pie. Far from it. Snow white peaks and a thick, gloopy centre. A little bitter, maybe, but not in a bad way. A decent mouthful. The taste wasn't the issue.

The problem was the recipe.

"Hurry up, Skye," Amber implored, "I'm serious, I can't swallow it."

"You haven't even tried." I gazed at the remnants of my cream pie with a thousand-yard stare as my stomach gurgled in protest.

"No offence, but I don't know anyone who could take a cream pie like you do."

I didn't doubt it. My self-important sister has always been a fussy eater.

"I'm serious, Skye," Amber insisted, pushing her untouched cream pie towards me. "I can't stand the taste."

I risked a glance at our brother. He was close. I knew the signs.

I suppose it's only fair, I thought as I pulled Amber's serving towards me, I am eating for two.

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Six Hours Earlier

Six Hours Earlier

"I guess it's true what they say. The proof of the pudding reallyisin the eating."

Amber frowned at me.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means..."

I hesitated. Amber could be a bitch at the best of times and, at that moment, we were imprisoned in a sadistic game show, miles from anywhere. It definitely wasn't the best of times.

"...forget I said anything."

"No, continue, please. I would love nothing more that to hear how I orchestrated this whole thing just so I could kiss our brother. Because, of course, Iwantedyou to call that number, right? Just admit it, you're jealous."

"I'm notjealous..."

"But?"

"...but you can't pretend you didn't enjoy it, either of you, that light went green way before you broke it off...and, like I said, the proof of the pudding is in the eating."

Amber turned away from me indignantly, but not before I saw the flush in her cheeks.

Our frosty stalemate was broken by the soft thud of two trays of grey gruel landing between us on our bunk. A moment later, Tim's face appeared over the edge of the thin mattress.

"Grub's up," Tim said, before belatedly noticed the tension between us. "Uh oh. Did someone order the steak? I'll tell the kitchen."

"This isn't a joke," Amber scowled at Tim, "we're being held hostage."

"After the first round, the goons will give us a vote to end the games. We're as good as home. Relax, sis."

"Try telling that to Skye. She's got the hump 'cusshedidn't get to kiss her brother."

"Do not!" I snapped, "I'm just sick of you both acting like it meant nothing."

"It was a game, Skye. That's all it was."

I fixed my brother with what I hoped was a piercing glare before asking him, "just a game, like last time, yeah? I suppose none of that meant anything, either?"

I smiled inwardly at the small win as Tim's facade of positivity fell away. For a moment it looked like he would defend himself, then, with a quick glance at Amber, he closed up.

"Whatdidhappen last time you were here?" Amber asked, breaking the frosty silence.

"You tell her," I said, swinging my legs off the bunk and dropping down to the dormitory floor, "but I guess we remember it differently."

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"We respect your right to freedom of choice," the goon declared, in a cold, metallic voice, "but first, let me announce the prize amount that's been accumulated."

I glanced around the dormitory hall. The first game hadn't thinned us out much. But then again, I guess that was the point. Lower our inhibitions, normalise the incest, dangle a carrot. Right on cue, the goon pointed to the giant piggy bank hanging from the ceiling.

Money began pouring into it, thick wedges of cash that instantly drew the attention of everyone but Tim and I. Our eyes met briefly across the hall, then I turned quickly away from him and Amber. I'd been giving them a wide berth since the previous game. I couldn't bear to be reminded of the way they'd kissed.

"The number of teams eliminated in the first game was eight. Therefore, a total of one hundred and sixty thousand pounds has been accumulated. If you quit the games now, the remaining forty-two teams will split the pot equally and leave with your share."

"How much is that?" Called out the tattooed latino, Diego.

"Each team's share would be three thousand, eight hundred and nine pounds..."

"We almost screwed and you're giving us three grand?" Interrupted Diego, "We'd have made more on Onlyfans!"

"And fifty-two pence," the goon concluded.

"Bullshit!"

"If you choose to play the next game and more teams get inseminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly."

"So, if we're the only team to make it to the end, we'll win a million pounds?"

"That is correct."

I watched as Diego wrapped his arm around the shoulder of the curvaceous brunette beside him and pulled her against his chest, smiling like the money was already his.

"Now, let's vote."

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We were directed, one at a time, to a hastily erected voting box where we had to press either a red cross to end the games or a blue circle to continue. If I hadn't already played Sib Games, I might have been shocked at how many brother-sister, father-daughter, mother-son partnerships chose to continue their descent into depravity. But I'd seen how easily morals could be eroded and desires awakened. People will do almost anything for a million pounds.

"Team One."

Our turn. And, what do you know, the vote was too close to call.

"Forty votes to stop versus forty-two votes to continue," Tim said, appearing through the crowd beside me with Amber in tow. "It's over."

"Ifall three of us vote to stop," Amber added, with a pointed look at me.

"Of course we will. Right, Skye? Skye?"

"Duh," I huffed. "I'm done watching you two make out."

Amber scoffed dismissively before following Tim up to the voting box. I lingered behind, watching my big sister sashaying away from me, the silken nightie shimmering on her curvaceous body, flaunting a hint of her ass as it bounced upwards with each step. Was it any wonder Tim had turned his back on me? The ugly duckling. The black sheep. Theothersister.

"Forty-one votes to stop," the goon announced, as Tim hit the red cross.

How could I compete with Amber? She was a woman, self-possessed and sensual. Next to her, I was... what? Tim's cum-slut sister. A good time. A mistake.

"Forty-two for. Forty-two against. The vote is tied."

A murmur of discontent rippled through the crowd. "What happens now?"

"All of Team One must cast their vote," the goon answered.

The contestants simmered with unrest. "They've got more players? Not fair!"

Tim and Amber looked back, searching me out in the crowd, beckoning impatiently towards the voting box. I took a few faltering steps towards them and the crowd parted around me. I withered under the questioning stares of our fellow contestants. A hand darted out from the crowd and tugged me towards the press of bodies. It was the auburn-haired woman, Molly.

"Please, don't end it yet," Molly begged, "it's not enough, not even close, and it's the only hope we have. We can't make this kind of money any other way."

I pulled my hand free and stumbled backwards into the press of bodies.

"You'll vote to continue, if you know what's good for you," a man whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom.

Hands were clawing at me from all directions as the crowd surged around me, blocking off my route to the podium. Contestants on both sides cajoled, begged, threatened, bribed, clamouring around me. I couldn't breath, couldn't escape.

"Tim!" I cried out.

The crowd pressed closer still, a mass of desperate humans, but Tim did not come. I felt myself slipping, panic overwhelming me, darkness creeping at the edge of my vision.

BANG! A single shot cut through the din. The contestants fell away from me like a receding tide, leaving me sprawled on the floor. Through tear filled eyes I saw Tim and Amber watching on from beside the voting box.

Two goons lifted me from the floor and escorted me towards my siblings. Tim's eyes were downcast, too ashamed to look at me, his little sister, his big mistake. My trembling fingers hovered over the two buttons.

I wish I could say I did the right thing. But that's the thing with being the black sheep. Bad choices kinda come with the territory.

"Forty-three to forty-two," the goon announced, "the games will continue."

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I was in a toilet cubicle, sobbing quietly to myself and ruing my latest moment of self-destructive madness, when the door burst open and a blur of blond hair and gangly limbs tumbled into the cramped space. The door clattered shut, trapping me with the stranger as she bumbled onto my lap.

"Oopsie," the girl giggled, "I always seem to pick the wrong door."

Rather than extracting herself from my lap, the girl twisted awkwardly until our faces were inches apart. She had piercing blue, impossibly big eyes that twinkled with whimsical delight.

"It's occupied," I grunted.

"Sorry," the girl offered, before moving a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. The sudden intimacy shocked me into almost forgiving her clumsiness. "I didn't mean to scare you."

'It's...it's fine. I'm just a little on edge. It's been a bad day. Bad week, truth be told."

"I know the feeling. I woke up with my brother'sthingbetween my legs this morning."

"It's not the worst place to find it, trust me."

The girl giggled. I couldn't help but warm to her. "I'm Skye."

"I'm Luna."

"It's nice to meet you, Luna. But, do you think you could get off my lap, y'know, and maybe find another place to pee?"

Before Luna could respond, someone knocked on the cubicle door.

"Skye? Are you in there?"

"Crap," I hissed, "it's my sister."

"Want me to let her in? I think there's room if you scotch up a little, or I could stand in the bowl?"

"What? No! I don't want her to find me!"

"Skye, if you're in there, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Skye?"

"Why won't she just leave me alone," I sobbed quietly, tears filling my eyes again.

"We could swap clothes!" Luna suggested. "Then you could pretend to be me."

"How would that help? We're wearing the same thing!"

"Skye!" Amber knocked insistently on the door, "they took Tim somewhere. I'm scared. Please, Skye, talk to me."

My stomach dropped. Previously, the teams had always gone into the games together. The change couldn't mean anything good.

"Skye's not here right now," Luna called out, "but I'll let her know you came by."

"Oh, sorry, I thought..." my sister's voice trailed off. I listened to her footsteps receding across the bathroom and the door to the dormitory hall slam shut.

"Come on," Luna said, in her sing-song voice, "I wanna introduce you to my brother."

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But Luna's brother had disappeared too. All of the men had been taken, leaving the dormitory full of mystified women.

"We should try to figure out what the next game will be," I suggested, pushing down my creeping unease.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Luna asked, unabashedly staring at the small swell of my stomach with her uncanny, unblinking eyes.

"Well, last time I was here, we played kids games."

"Like a ouija board?" Luna asked.

Before I could explore Luna's troubling childhood, the woman on the adjoining bunk to Luna's called over. I recognised the auburn-haired woman as the one who had begged me to continue the games.

"Skye, right? I'm Molly. Ijust wanted to say thanks, you know, for keeping the games going. We really need this."

"He's your...what, brother?" I asked.

"Huh?" Molly asked, before holding up her hand to display the ring on her finger. "Husband. Two years."

"Oh right. I thought everyone here would be..."

"Related?" Molly finished, "kinda seems that way. But no. At least, not that I know of."

"Skye's here with her son," Luna said dreamily.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, hoping to disguise my pregnancy. She couldn't really know? Could she?

"She means brother," I corrected.

"I couldn't help but overhear you've played the games before," Molly said, changing the subject with a confused glance at luna. "Do you know what game is next?"

I didn't want to remember the first time Tim and I played the games. My unwitting journey to becoming my brother's cum-slut sister. Thinking about it was too painful.

"Everything seems different this time," I answered evasively, "But whatever happens, we'll do better if we work together."

"Like a team?" Luna asked hopefully, "I've never been on a team before."

"Exactly," I said, "if we stick together we'll have nothing to worry about."

"Doug and I will be with you all the way," Molly smiled, "we owe you."

I heard the sinister hissing a moment before the gas filled my lungs. Before slipping into darkness, my mind strayed back to the second game, six months before.

It had been the first time I'd seen my brother's penis. Damn near the first time I'd made him cum, too, albeit accidentally. I pictured his tortured cock, jumping erratically, his heavy balls tightening as the fleshlight, connected to the rowing machine I'd been operating, had edged him to the precipice of an orgasm that would have showered me in his baby batter.

And that was the last thought that circled through my fading consciousness. My brother's cream.

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We both know the risks. But it's the honeymoon period. Can't keep our hands off each other. If we're not doing it, we're thinking about it.

"Tim, breakfast is ready!"

"Be down in a minute, Mom!"

I can tell he's scared. He wants me to stop. So I open my gullet and take every inch. It's a neat trick, something I've been working on since the games, and it takes him by surprise.

"Shit, Skye..."

"Glug glug glug..."

He wraps his hands in my hair, losing his self restraint, encouraging me deeper. I rest for a moment, rubbing every beautiful inch of his saliva soaked rod over my face, smearing my own spit across my eyes, forehead, lips.

I can taste him. The sweet-sour musk of him. I lazily take the tip back in my mouth, suck on it gently, coaxing more of that delicious fluid.

"Tim..."

The door opens and, in a heartbeat, Tim whips the duvet over me.

"Mom! How many times have I asked you to knock?!"

I know the risks. I should stop. If we're caught now... But he's close. I know the signs. I need to taste him. He swells. I open my gullet. Don't waste a drop. Don't spill.

"Sorry, darling, but the bus will be hear in ten and breakfast is on the table."

I try to be quiet but I'm cumming as the first hot jet of fluid sprays my oesophagus. I pull back a little, I want the next load on my tongue, hold it there, fill my mouth, want to taste him all day.

I'm urging the last drops of his cream into my mouth when he pulls back the duvet. I look up at him, cum drunk, through lidded eyes, content. He's laughing with, what? Relief? Disbelief?

"That was too close."

I relinquish his cock with a wet slurp and show him the thick pool of spunk in my mouth. I swallow, eyes twinkling mischievously, and lay my head on his chest, purring happily.

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I woke slowly from the dream, reluctant to let go of the memory of that morning only a few weeks before. It had seemed so real. I could almost taste his thick load. Smell the masculine odour of his sex.

"Fuck, Tim! What have they done to you?"

Amber's voice was like a bucket of cold water, shocking me to alertness in an instant. I was in a small room, sat opposite Amber across a table covered in a red and white checkered tablecloth. Two cream pies, roughly eight inches in diameter, were positioned in front of us.

"Where...where am I..."

Tim was waking up groggily. He was suspended in the air beside the table. Bindings around his ankles and wrists held him aloft and spread eagle. His silk boxer shorts had been removed and a open-ended fleshlight encircled his engorged cock.

Our brother's cock.

Amber averted her eyes but I was transfixed, spellbound by the hint of moisture glistening at the tip of his exposed glans.

"Skye!"

Caught red handed, yet again, I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from my brother's perfect cock.

"Are you two okay?"

"We're...fine," Amber answered, staring pointedly at the ceiling. "Are you?"

"Ummm..."

"Contestants!" The goon's voice blasted through loudspeakers in the corners of the room. "The second challenge is an eating contest. Players must eat their partner's cream pie, without the use of their hands to feed themselves, before the fleshlight triggers their partner's orgasm."

"Oh my god," Amber gasped, "they're gunna make Tim...cum?"

'Those who finish all the cream pie before their partner orgasms will proceed. The rest will be inseminated. Take your marks."

My mind was whirring. Something the goon had said was bugging me. I studied the landscape of whipped gooey peaks and cascading pearly valleys.

"Tim...why did he say it wasyourcream pie? Where did they take you this morning?"

Before Tim could answer, the loudspeaker crackled again. "Go!"

Instantly, the fleshlight around our brother's cock rippled to life, emitting a low hum as the inner workings whirled and massaged the length of his perfect shaft, which jerked in reaction to the new stimulation. The glisten of pre-cum overflowed suddenly and dangled over us, swaying like the sword of Damocles above mine and Amber's heads.

Tim was lost to us, gripped in a battle with his body, fighting the growing urge to cum. I knew I'd get nothing out of him. Turning my attention back to the pie, I extended a finger towards its creamy filling.

"Wait!" Amber cried. "The...the goon said we couldn't use our hands to feed ourselves."

Though I hated to admit it, my sister had saved our bacon. Not willing to concede she had a point, I sullenly retracted my finger and dipped my face to the pie. Cautiously, I extended my tongue and sampled the velvety mixture.

It was cream, alright. And something else. A salty, bitter, yet oddly sweet taste that I knew oh so well.

"What...what is it?" Amber asked, falteringly.

I licked my lips, savouring the taste, and the thought of what would come next. Revenge really is a dish best served cold, I thought, with a wicked smile.

"It's the family recipe."

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I'm sick again. Must be something I ate. Third time in as many days.

But we have the house to ourselves this evening. Between Amber and our parents, these opportunities don't come often. And I'm horny. Do something stupid horny. Like, I wanna be your cum-slut sister horny.

I'm waiting for him when he gets back from the gym. He's shocked, maybe a little scared, to find me naked at the front door.

"I could have been anyone."

"But you weren't. Come on."

He hesitates. But only until he sees my naked ass ascending the stairs. I lead him to Mom and Dad's room.

"Skye...we shouldn't..."

But it's the only room with a full length mirror. And tonight I want to watch. I drop to my knees in front of it, glancing at my reflection in profile. I run my hands up my body, cupping my breasts, offering them to my brother. Maybe it's wishful thinking but they seem bigger.

"I'm all sweaty."

I don't care. Better that way. I want to show him how bad I can be. He's already hard when his shorts hit the floor. His scent, hot, thick, powerful, it fills my lungs. He's watching too, in the mirror, as I take him inside my mouth.