Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper: Part Three.

This is the sixth story in the "Hollywood Hills" series. Due to limitations with character spacing on Literotica, I wasn't able to convey the full titles of my stories. Please click on my name and read the first four in the series:

Hollywood Hills: The Hostile Hollywood Hottie Hollywood Hills: The Japanese Are Brilliant Hollywood Hills: The River Thames & My Ex James Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part One Hollywood Hills: My Brother's Keeper Part Two

Note: This material is intended for adults, 18 years or older. This story is not to be read by prudes, the under aged, overly sensitive sudo politically correct people, or if porn or erotic literature is illegal in your state. The characters and stories are fictional. Everything is copyrighted and belongs to me, and so If I catch you even trying to take a little of it, you'll be sorry.

Topics: black, ethnic, ebony, non consent, incest, fetish, spanking, oral, masturbation, voyeur

The obvious: Once things begin to snowball, its hard to avoid an avalanche.

The lesson: You reap what you sow.

It was at the very least a head scratching situation. Carlotta the lesbian was most likely just a few minutes ago eight inch dildo deep in my baby brother's ass. I caught her with her pants down, her large breasts swollen and exposed and her strap on mere inches from his red and throbbing anus. Gilvan was bent over my new leather couch holding his dick, his jizz all over the cushions. They were both staring at me, wide eyed and embarrassed. It was the first time I've ever seen the controlling and composed Carlotta shaken.

They scrambled to get themselves together as I stood with my jaw on the floor, trying to make sense of this all.

"What the hell is going on here?" I finally spoke.

Carlotta buttoned her shirt, "I came here to talk to you."

"About what?" I looked at Gilvan who was wiping up his DNA off of my sofa.

"Gil what the hell?"

"I uh.well see she was waiting for you and."

"Why are you here!" I turned away from him and looked her dead in the eyes. By now she was composed and lost that rare 'caught off guard' look that almost made everything worthwhile.

"You weren't returning my phone calls and even Cal came over here and you wouldn't even talk to him."

I shook my head, "Cal what? I haven't seen or heard from Cal since that day on the highway." I trailed off watching Gilvan stare at us from his seat, realizing that I had to choose my words carefully because he didn't know my whole history with Carlotta.

"Listen I know you're mad about London. I'm sorry but she tricked me into giving her your cell phone number."

I stood with my arms crossed, my eyes slanted. Here was the big test. "Well did you tell her anything else?"

"No, I just gave her your number."

Failed. Totally bombed the test.

"Bullshit. She told me what happened. What are you going to fuck through my whole family tree before you get the fuck out of my life?"

"What do you mean your whole family?" Carlotta asked seeming a little hurt by my statement before she seemed confused.

"What?" I heard my brother pipe in. "Who else in our family has she had sex with?"

"Our sister." I admitted. What the hell, the cat was out of the bag anyway.

"Wait." Carlotta said, looking back and forth between us and finally focusing in on Gilvan. "You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie. You just didn't ask who I was."

I threw my head back and laughed a little maniacally, was this really happening? Because if it was, it really was the funniest shit ever. I had enough insight to realize that it would be one of those things you laugh about after, even though I was furious right now.

"You're some officer. You'll never get promoted to detective."

"Well you're a writer correct? Write a story about how you set up your sister to be raped, and then write another one about how she loved it and cant get off of my purple jock long enough for me to clean it properly."

"I'm confused Nia." Gilvan said, placing his head in his hands.

"You're confused?" I chuckled at Gilvan's expense but then turned to Carlotta, "I knew he was bi, but you-" I shook my head in amazement, "Isn't this some politically incorrect shit? You- fucking a boy? Wont the Butch Society of Los Angeles take away your membership card?"

"It wasn't like he was the one with his dick in my ass. Besides, he tricked me."

"Carlotta you're the most cunning cunt I know. You say my sister tricked you, she's about as aware as a wet rag, and then my little brother, you say he tricked you too? That's hard to believe."

"I came over here because I wanted to straighten things out."

"You cant be trusted so don't pretend like you're so concerned out our 'friendship.' There is none."

Suddenly there was this sort of fiendish, even villain like look in Carlotta's eyes when she said, "You know what I'm capable of. You brought me into your life so that I could show you personally. Don't act all surprised now. You're no innocent yourself."

"Well does the force know you're a big butch whore? Fucking civilians on company time? Would you like them to know?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I don't want you around here anymore. I want you to stay away from my family."

She squinted. "Your 'family' by that you also mean Mia?"

I couldn't believe that I was saying it either, but I wanted this bizarre controlling sex fiend out of my life completely, even if that meant protecting my sister too. "As long as you're around her, you cause trouble."

"Do I cause trouble or do I just make you feel guilty about what you set in motion?"

I looked at Gilvan's face realizing she was right. I brought this on myself, on Mia and on him.

She continued, "Listen Nia.don't threaten me because I have a lot of things I can call you on too."

"Well how much do you care about your partner?" A voice piped up.

We both turned to Gilvan. "Because I'm sure he wouldn't want anyone to know what happened between us when he came over here looking for Nia the other day."

I saw Carlotta studying him, trying to see if he was bluffing or not.

"Go on ask him. Even if he lies see how uncomfortable he gets. Ask him how long he stayed over even though he knew Nia wasn't going to be back anytime soon. Ask him about the Spice channel.ask him."

"He's not gay!"

"And you're not straight but you let me help you cum didn't you?"

Check and mate.

She shook her head in disbelief. I was just as shocked as she was.

Carlotta cleared her throat, "Well we've all got things we don't want people to know about obviously. Let's just not get stupid." She gave me a look as she headed for the door. But before she left I let her know again, "I meant what I said about Mia."

The door slammed. Now it was time to deal with Gilvan. What a naughty boy he's been.



"Nia, don't be mad at me. When she came in I thought she was just some ordinary girl. I thought she was fine. I didn't think she was your arch nemesis or anything like that. She said she was your friend."

"Why didn't you tell me about Calvin?" I sat down on the couch, sipping a stiff martini that Gilvan made for me shortly after Carlotta left.

"I thought that he might've been, well I don't know an ex boyfriend or something. He sounded like he was all into you and you weren't having any of it."

"So you weren't going to tell me? You're just as conniving as Carlotta?"

"I wasn't trying to lie to you. I thought I was just having a little fun."

I sighed. I couldn't even be really mad at him. "Its like who can I trust Gil? This is why I moved away to New York in the first place, to get away from all this fucking baggage that this family brings me."

He looked hurt for a moment. I realized that our couple of days together made him crazy about me, and it seemed like I was rejecting him, grouping him along with everyone else.

"Don't feel bad Gil. I brought this on myself. I want to show you something." I got up off of the sofa and led him to my office. Once we got there I made him sit down in front of the TV that was in there. I fiddled with the digital camcorder hooked up to it, and soon in full color was the event that began this whole saga.

The camera wasn't as close or angled as it should've been to get a good shot. It made it seem sneaky and voyeuristic. Carlotta the officer was shown playing with and tasting my sister's body.

"Who's that with Carlotta?" Gilvan asked, practically slobbering in his lap.

I realized that the camera was mostly angled away from her face when she didn't have the shades on that we gave her that day. You wouldn't know it was exactly her unless you knew, if you know what I'm saying. But this was good because it was the goal, in case it fell into the wrong hands.

"That's Mia." I said.

We watched the tape all the way till the end, until the explosive finale, when Carlotta had my sister pinned up against a car and entered her with her silicone Johnson from the rear. She plowed into her reddened and tight pussy until my sister came over and over again screaming as if she might be dying.

Just watching it again made me realize how hot it all was. I looked over at Gilvan who was doing his best at hiding the stirring hardness in his jeans.

I went over and shut the TV off. Then I told him how I made all of that happen and why it all happened. I told him how I planned to possibly use the footage as blackmail if she ever got out of line with me again. I told him everything except.

"Why was the car shaking?"

"What?" I was caught off guard.

"The car was shaking."

"Because they were getting it on."

"No, it seems like it was shaking more towards the end of the clip, like someone was inside of it."

Suddenly it struck me, I totally forgot. "Oh yeah well Calvin and I got caught up in the moment."

Gilvan smiled. "So that's why he keeps coming back for more? It must be pretty good Miss 'I don't have one night stands.'"

I realized there was a sexually charged energy in the air and that we both seemed to sense but were too afraid to say anything about.

"I'm not the one who should be punished. You shouldn't lie to your big sister and fuck her acquaintances behind her back."

"You think I should be punished?" He raised an eyebrow and I laughed as he followed me out of the room and into my bedroom where I kicked off my shoes and collapsed on my bed. The day hadn't really begun and already I was tired.

"You seem tired."

"A little. I'm going to take a shower. I'll be right back."

I left him on my bed while I went into my bathroom for a quick shower to help me relax.

I came out shortly in my robe and he was still there, lying across my bed, thumbing through some magazine. We've done this before. I mean we've been around each other semi-naked and it didn't seem strange, but now it seemed different. Or is it just me? I get riled up when I watch that clip, and I know he felt excited after watching it, but we both had to know that it was wrong because that sexual object on the screen was our sister.

I sat on my bed near him, letting my robe fall away from my legs so that I could smooth lotion on them. I tried not to notice how he seemed to stare from the corner of his eyes as he idly chatted about some article he was reading.

"Don't you have to go over to Mia's today?"

"Umm, yeah, speaking of showers.I guess I'd better too." He stood up and began stripping out of his clothes, his golden brown smooth physique being revealed in snatches of nudity as each article of clothing came off. I tried not to notice his nakedness as he padded off towards the bathroom.

Again this was strange. There was never any shame between us before. I guess I was just thinking suddenly about how sexual my brother was. Since he's been to L.A. he's had more sex that I have had in a year.well maybe that's exaggerating but it took him a few days to get what it took me a few months to get. He was definitely sexy.

At that thought he emerged from the bathroom with steam buffering behind him, he came over to the bed in nothing but a towel and sat close to me, yanking the bottle of lotion from my hands. I wasn't even dressed yet. I'd been too busy daydreaming to realize that I should be by now.

He started lotioning himself up and I just sat there frozen until he finally said, "What am I stealing all of the lotion or something?"

"No it's not that." I said softly.

"When's the last time you had a massage?"

I shrugged as I sat up against my headboard.

He grabbed my legs and put it across his towel-clad lap. The lotion spattered cool on my skin as he began to rub my calves and feet generously with his strong hands.

"I really don't need a massage."

"Relax, its cool." He told me. "Least I can do for making you crazy these past couple of days."

He ran his strong fingers over my legs and feet kneading certain tense pressure points like my calves and Achilles tendon. He reached beneath my legs and rubbed lotion on the backs of my knees, which was one of my sensitive spots. I kept meaning to tell him to stop because it wasn't feeling as friendly of a massage as intended, though it totally wasn't his fault.

"Lay down. Near the middle of the bed." He ordered. Soon he was kneading lotion into my thighs, lifting my robe higher and away from my body. Damn he was really skilled. Soon my eyes were closed as his rubbing became more intense and passionate. He reached into my soft inner thighs and I didn't notice that his fingers were only inches away from my tingling pussy.

I was so out of it I didn't notice enough to speak up when my robe was coming undone by his fingers, and fell away from my shoulders, breasts and navel. He rubbed lotion on my stomach right above my bikini line, and seemed to ignore the fact that my thighs were spread and my pussy exposed by now. I still didn't think anything of it when I felt his upper body between my thighs. His hard chest and nipples not far from my pussy. Now he was sliding his hands up my body and around my hips and the sensitive sides of my breasts. I sighed deeply in pleasure, not meaning to betray myself and I suppose he took this as a means to go further. He slid his strong long fingers up to the globes of my breasts, cupping them with moist and cool lotioned palms, rubbing into my nipples, kneading and massaging them until I cooed.

Then I came to my senses.

"Gil, maybe we should."

"I was thinking the same thing. You should turn over so that I could get your back."

Woozy with pleasure and relaxation I shrugged out of my robe and turned on my stomach. Maybe I was just bugging out. Perhaps this was still all innocent to him. Yeah.maybe. I feel like such a creep thinking otherwise.

I felt his body press against mine as he massaged my bare shoulders. I grabbed and moaned into my pillow as he kneaded away the tension in my muscles. Where'd he learn this art? His hands traveled all the way down my back doing its magic slowly, until he came to my ass. Suddenly I felt his hands leaving my body. Almost disappointed yet relieved I thought that the massage was ending. I found out I was wrong as more sticky cool lotion squirted onto my bare curvy ass. He began to knead and rub my cheeks, especially my lower ones, absentmindedly spreading them apart with his thumbs and exposing the pink hotness between my rear pussy lips.

"Remember how you said that I should be punished for what I did?" I heard Gilvan ask.

"Yeah."

"Well I think that maybe what you did is just as bad, even worse."

"I was just joking about you being punished."

"Well I'm not."

I felt a soft slap across my ass cheeks and I jumped.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

This time he gave another bare handed slap, my ass began to sting a little.

For some reason I felt my clit tingling.

"I'm giving you a spanking." He reared back and slapped my ass harder, the sound echoing off of the walls, my cheeks jiggling some. I gasped at the stinging and tightened up. I made moves to get up and turn over but only made it as far as crouching in the doggy style position. I wanted to roll over to get up and off the bed, to get dressed, to tell Gil to stop playing around and get going to my sister's house, but I couldn't for some reason.

I was bad. I did need a spanking.

"Ooh I see you want more huh?" I heard a husky rasp in his voice that revealed how much he enjoyed this too.

"I can see your little pussy when you spread your legs apart like that. Is this how Cal took you in the car?" I felt him move against me, the hardness through his towel rubbing against the rear of my pussy.

God this was definitely wrong wasn't it?

He let his hardness rest there as his hands were upon my hips. We both sat there breathing in deeply. I had to turn this thing around.

"I think my shoulders are a lot more tense that I thought. Could you rub them again?"

Okay this would get me out of this awkward position without hinting that I thought something was wrong. I didn't want to hurt his feelings again or make him think I was a horndog for thinking something was more than it was. So he was hard in his towel, big deal it was just a natural reaction. Just like the way my pussy was moistening was my natural reaction.

Right?

"Okay I'll rub your shoulders some more, even though you deserve the spanking more."

I sighed in relief expecting him to move and take a more chaste position. But he didn't. Instead he stayed where he was, using my request as an excuse to press himself harder against me and lean over my body as he rubbed my shoulders. His hands moved on me, roughly, deeply, moving my body, moving the mattress under us, moving us together, rubbing against each other, his toweled sex against my wet steamy one. Soon the guise of the massage was abandoned and he dry humped me doggy style, rubbing against me harder and harder, bumping into me making me feel fire inside of my pussy. I couldn't stop him now though I knew it was definitely wrong, not when I was so close to cumming.

With one hand on my ass he pushed me up and down against his terry cloth clad hardness, I jerked my hips up and down subtly trying to get more friction, reaching under to play with my own clit too letting a slow fire build inside of me.

"Do you like the way this feels?" He asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"The massage of course."

"We gotta stop." I said.

"Why?"

"Because I think I'm gonna cum soon if we don't and that would be."

I felt a hand reach under and touch mine, which was touching my own clit. I let mine fall away and let him rub the tip with the balls of his fingers deeply and slowly until I began to breathe in short gasps and let him know.

"I'm cumming!"

He worked his fingers harder and harder until finally I exploded on them.

"Are you still feeling tense?" I heard him ask as I collapsed into my pillow.



Gilvan and I talked about it in the car as I drove him over to Mia's house. It was no big deal, just something that got a little out of hand. Something that started innocent just accidentally made me cum. Besides his massages had that effect on any woman, he said. He said I couldn't help myself and it was cool.

That's what we told ourselves to make ourselves feel better. But I know one thing it will never happen again.

I think.

"Look don't feel bad about what happened." He said as we pulled up. "Your only human. Besides its not like I didn't like it too."

We both got out of the car and walked up the door. It opened before we could ring the bell.

"Brother switch!" Mia beamed standing next to Jeffrey.

"Looks like you're stuck with me for a couple of days Jeff." I said.

"Actually I'm gonna drive over later, I'll meet you there."

"Oh okay." I said as we all stood there awkwardly in her doorway.

"You can come in if you want Nia." Mia offered.

"No that's okay I'll just wait for Jeff at home.by any chance did Carlotta come by here?" Gilvan shot me a look and Mia looked away reddening and laughing nervously, "Of course not why would she?"

"That's good. Real good." I said as Mia gave me this suspicious look.

Before I left I gave Gilvan a hug and whispered that this would all be over in a couple of days.



Once Gilvan got inside I showed him up to the room Mia had wanted him to stay in. While he unpacked I shot the shit with him.

"So how was it at Nia's?" I asked.

"It was cool. We went out to dinner then we went clubbing, and the next day we just chilled in the house watching movies."

I could feel the heat of anger rising in my chest. But I played it off.

"You guys did all of that?"

"She's real cool."

"I'm saying when I offered to hang out with her, she acted all busy."

Gilvan looked up from the bag he was rummaging in and shot me a look. "She probably was busy. She wouldn't dodge you or anything if that's what you're thinking."

"No I'm not saying she would."

Of course that's what I was saying.

"So what did you and Mia do?"

I shrugged. The only sibling activity we did together was form a sick and twisted plan that the mere thought of made my cock twitch.

That's when I heard Mia's shrill voice call me.

"Ill be back bro." I said and headed for Mia's room. She was laid out her bed with some sort of ice pack eye mask on.

"Close the door." She hissed.

I did, and sat down on the bed. "What's up?"

"I want to be sure you know what to do. Soon as its set up."

"I know I know I call you.why do you need to be there anyway?"

"To make sure you don't chicken out.to run the film. To make sure you don't fuck up you know."

"Why do we need to do this though Mia?"

"You want to do this don't you?" She asked still laying as still as a corpse with that dumb ass eye mask on her face.

"I don't care what you read. There are certain lines that shouldn't be crossed. There's fantasy and reality. There's.theres."

"We both know you need serious help darling. Out of the both of your sisters you choose to become enamored with the plain boring misanthropic one."

I could've wrung her throat right then, she wouldn't even see it coming, me lunging for her throat and massaging her to death.

I checked my emotions.

"First of all I'm not 'enamored' with her. Second of all who said you weren't the plain boring misanthropic one?"

She raised her mask off of her face. "You're twisted."

"I'm twisted, what could make you hate Nia this much? I've heard of sibling rivalry but this is ridiculous. You didn't like each other when you were kids but you managed to stay away from each other. L.A. is a big city, things can blow over you don't even have to acknowledge her existence."

"Its not about that!" She screamed.

"Well you wont tell me what its about."

"I told you enough. I hate her guts. She all righteous and always trying to make me look foolish. She's always doing something without realizing how bad it could be for other people who've had the misfortune of being connected with her."

"Look if you're talking about that movie.I mean if that's the reason for all of this I'm not the only one who needs help."

"Fuck you Jeffrey."

"I can't do this."

"You will do this. You want to do this. You'd better do this. And you know why."

Yes yes, more blackmail. She had copies of all the files on my hard drive that concerned Nia. And even the smoking gun, my journal. I don't know how she did it or why I was stupid enough to leave my laptop unprotected and alone, but obviously she headed out to a Kinko's and had copies of this stuff made, copies she could print and email and spread to family and friends, things she could ruin my life and career with. I was at her mercy.

"Now little brother, when she's taken the pills and is out of her head call me immediately."

"What are you going to do if Gil wants to hang out with you?"

She looked at me as if I asked her the formula for the theory relativity. Which everyone should know anyway even if they don't know what it means.

But she didn't.

"I'm just saying, he and Nia hung out."

"She's always trying to one up me."

"Just because she hung out with Gil?"

"Gil is about as interesting as cow dung. Who would want to hang out with him?"

"Don't talk about my brother like that. I like hanging out with him."

I used to at least."

"Excuse me. A little protective of our twin aren't we?"

"Shouldn't you be a little more protective of yours?" I barbed.

"Lately you seem about as interested in your twin as I am in mine."

Well she was right, I wasn't exactly cordial to Gil since he came into town. I guess that I was so angry and depressed at the feelings this trip back home brought up that I disconnected myself from everyone, even him. Now I was stuck with this crazy bitch. I mean I really had no idea how crazy she was.

"Its funny how you call Nia the misanthropic one. At least she's trying."

"Oh like when she totally blew you off for her 'busy' life?" Mia laughed and sat up on the bed. "Yes she tries so hard."

"You made a good point. What if she doesn't want to hang out with me tonight?"

"Call me if anything doesn't go the way it should." She said as if she could control every little detail of this evening.

I turned to leave the room before she said, "Oh yeah, Mr. Genius. The most important thing is to use that big brain of yours. Make this work no matter what you have to do."



When I arrived at Nia's, she was in her robe, but looked like she was in the process of winding up to go somewhere, not winding down.

Great, I thought. She's going to ditch me.

Then I thought again, great she's going to ditch me!

I can't help it if she wasn't around long enough for me to enact my plan.

"Come in and sit down. I'll be ready in a little while." She said as she padded away in slippers.

"Ready for what?"

She stopped in her tracks and stared at me strangely, "We're going out. Wait. Don't tell me you have plans?"

I shook my head no.

"Oh good. After all this is scheduled time right? My friend Natalie has this brother who's a chef at this really frou frou classy Tai restaurant." She looked me up and down.

"You don't have to be dressed to the nines or anything but I hope your going to clean up a little."

I was wearing an old faded t shirt and some baggy sweats.

"There's a bathroom in the hall near the guest room.I made Gilvan clean it up from top to bottom. I can't exactly spoil you with a housekeeper like your other sister."

"Its cool." I said grabbing my bags as she padded away from me in her slippers. I couldn't believe Nia made plans for us to spend time together. I can't believe she has reservations at some classy pretentious restaurant. Most of all I couldn't believe she was actually, "getting ready".

For me. It almost seems like a date.

I looked around the loft, it was huge and airy, not exactly put together yet, it was in decorating limbo, semi disarray, but it didn't matter. It felt more like home already.



In case you didn't know I'm going to give you a rundown on my sisters' looks. They might be twins (fraternal) but they look pretty different. Mia Ruby, the pampered little drama genius, well she's tall, slim and graceful with curves thrown in here and there to make her a nice little package. She has a smooth cappuccino flavored complexion and long dark silky wavy hair. She has huge almond shaped eyes with long dark lashes and full mauve lips. As her brother, I'll admit that she's beautiful.

As a guy her boobs could be just a tad bit bigger.

Now my sister Nia she's a different story. From my calculations, she's about three inches shorter that Mia at five foot four. Her skin is darker, a cinnamon slash buttery caramel complexion that glows smoothly from any angle. Her eyes are shaped exactly like my sister except they are smaller and more slanted. They are also darker, like two pools of smooth onyx. When light hits it in the right way they become translucent brown chocolate orbs of color. She's short yet curvy, C cup breasts that lead down to a flat stomach, short trim waist and ample hips that flared out wide for a nice womanly hour glass shape. She has thick thighs and a round ass that looks great in jeans, and though her hair is naturally thick and curly (way thicker than Mia's) she wears it blown straight and down to her shoulders.

As her brother, I'll admit that she's beautiful.

As a man, she's just gorgeous with the strong and distinct personality to go with her beauty.

That's my opinion. Mia doesn't feel that way.

I just wanted to paint you a picture of the vision that graced my eyes that night when Nia walked into the living room dressed. She wore a calf length form fitting, (but not tight) pale pink dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage. Her hair was upswept into a elegant topknot on top of her head. Her make up was done lightly and natural to accentuate her eyes. She wore glossy pink lip gloss and the rest of her skin shined from head to toe. She wore a matte silverfish gray pair of open toed heels and one of those little girlie clutch purses that went with her dress.

Id never seen her so dolled up in my life.

"Wow." Is all I said to make her blush.

"C'mon, we don't want to be late." She grabbed my arm and we were out the door.

Maybe this plan wasn't going to be such a bad idea after all.



We had a good time. It was close to midnight when we got back home. At dinner we laughed and talked to each other and it was great. I almost felt bad about all that stuff I wrote about her being too snobby to give me the time of day. She seemed to genuinely like me, and Nia wasn't a fake person. If only Mia could be this easy to get along with. I never had a problem with her until she started blackmailing me to rape my own sister.

We were home crashed out on the leather couch, her legs were folded beneath her, we were drinking wine when she confided in me about her trip to London and what it really was all about. I had a feeling she didn't go into too much detail, but it was enough to make me feel like we had a connection.

Then suddenly a funny thing happened. All that sexual longing that id been feeling for her was suddenly- I don't know, where was it because I couldn't exactly find it. I guess I just wanted to use sex to get closer to a person who I really admired. And now that I felt like she cared about me those naughty feelings seemed to have left.

I reached into my pocket feeling the drug. When she stepped away I was supposed to slip this into her drink.

I don't know if can do this.

I get up and tell Nia that I'll be right back, and that I have to make a really quick phone call. I head to my room and use the phone near my bed.

I listen like a paranoid freak to see if anyone else could possibly be on the extension, suddenly feeling like a fool realizing that Nia's not like that.

I dial, the phone rings.

"Hello." The bitch answers.

"I cant do it. I wont do it." I hissed into the phone.

"We've been over this before."

We were both quiet. I hear soft and subtle "social" noise in the background.

"Where are you?"

"My brother and I are having drinks.

This bitch. "I thought you weren't going out with him? How in the hell were you going to get away from him when I called you."

"I just would've now listen.hold on I'm going to step outside for a minute." The loudness of her speaking voice pulls away from the phone and I hear her telling Gilvan that she had to talk to her agent and that she'd be right back.

A minute later she's back on, "Listen Jeff, don't do this to me."

"Do this to you? It's not about you for once. How will I be able to live with myself after this? How will you?"

"Its not as bad as you think it is."

I laugh manically into the phone. This bitch was nuts.

"Trust me Jeffrey."

"But its not how YOU think it is. I don't feel the same about her anymore. I. I think I've resolved the issue with her."

"Save the psychobabble okay?"

"You've got documents that say that I'm practically in love with my own flesh and blood but what about a tape? Won't that be worse that just saying it?"

"If you don't call me back within the next fifteen minutes after mickeying her drink then you'll find out just how worse it can get."

She hung up on me. Just like that.



"Who was that?" Nia asked and I told her it was no one important. She left that alone and continued to happily sip her wine.

She looked like a little pink princess upon her throne. I didn't know how I could do it to her.

But I did.

I asked her if she could get something harder, just a little bit stronger than this wine.

She brought back a small bucket of ice and a big bottle of citrus flavored cognac that was known for sneaking up on you if took it for a joke. She poured us two glasses with ice and we made a toast.

Okay, I'm the genius. So how do I get her away from her drink again?

I hear a ringing noise, but it's not the phone in the living room. It's a subtle noise vibrating from one end of the apartment, kind of muffled.

"Is that your cell phone?"

She ran towards her bedroom to answer it. Here's my chance.

I slipped two little pills into her drink, swirled it around to make sure it dissolved well, and said a little prayer hoping that whatever kind of crap Mia gave me to mickey her wouldn't kill her or leave her brain dead or anything.

By the time she returned I had downed my glass straight up and then poured myself a new one. I was going to get really fucked up if this was going to happen.

"That was Mia." Nia said sitting down. My heart jumped.

"What does she want?"

Nia shrugged. "She's weird."

I laughed. A little too loudly at something that wasn't even funny. Nia stared at me in amusement, "Take it easy on that stuff will ya? Look you already downed the first glass. Guess I gotta keep up."

I watched in horror as she swung the glass back and gulped down the liquid quickly.

"Whoa." She pursed her lips and held her forehead.

"You okay Nia?"

"Yeah I'm okay.this stuff's not juice. Here I am trying to keep up with you." All of a sudden she looked woozy. Whatever this shit was, it worked in a hurry. She started to tell me something but it came out sort of like gibberish, her words slurred and she leaned back into the buttery soft cushions of the couch.

Her eyes closed.

I watched her for a few moments then I looked at my watch. It was a little past the fifteen minute limit. I ran all the way to my room and called the diva before she started to behead anyone in her angst. I didn't want to make the call in the living room just in case Nia was semi aware.

After the call I went back in the living room and carried Nia away to her bedroom. I stumbled some because I was a little drunk. I placed her down on the bed gently. She didn't stir even once.

Then I went out and tried to finish off the bottle of booze before Mia got here. I only got halfway through.

When I let Mia in she had a small duffel bag with her.

"Where's the patient?"

I led her to the bedroom and she began to laugh fiendishly.

"She's out like a light."

She began to set up her equipment. A small camcorder was hooked onto a tripod and she aimed it at the bed.

She sat down in a nearby chair and said, "Well what are you waiting for?"

"I don't know. She'll lose all respect for me, hate me even if I do this. She's the person I most care about. What's the difference between showing her my journal and showing her the tape? Either way I'm fucked."

"I'll alter your image, give you some pixelly shapes over your face if it gets in the way."

"You know how to do that?"

"I knew how to get into your computer right? Copy files?"

"So how will this freak her out?"

"She'll know what it feels like to be violated."

"Why couldn't you get some stranger off of the street then? Why me?"

"Hmm.not a bad idea. But would you let your precious Nia get fucked by some random guy on the street now? No I didn't think so. Besides this plan was thrown together on the fly and I can't exactly trust a stranger with nothing to lose to keep quiet about my involvement in the whole thing. But you, you have something to lose."

She bent down and dug into her duffel bag and pulled out a couple of condoms.

"When you're ready use these. They're Magnums. You are a big boy now aren't you? Be gentle. " She grinned.

I sighed, and began to undress only getting as far as my shirt.

"Now her." Mia ordered.

I laid down on the bed next to her, her head turned to one side, her limbs askew. I was drunk, and she did look sexy. I told myself to find that place inside me that I used to go to when I fantasized about fucking her.

Now the fantasy was about to come true.

I slid my hands down her body, over her breasts, down her stomach, over her thighs. Then I began to kiss her face, turning it towards me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

I heard a soft moan from her and she moved slightly. I froze

"Its okay." Mia said. "She might respond a little bit but she wont wake up. She's not aware. Trust me."

I began to slide her dress off of her shoulders, kissing them and nuzzling her neck. I heard a deep sigh and moan again and I felt myself get hard in my jeans. She smelled incredible. I reveled in her scent and taste as I slid her dress down over her breasts. Once her nipples hit the air they hardened stood stiffly. I began to maul her breasts in my hands thinking: Whoa. I'm about so suck on my sister's tits.

I grabbed one and popped one of the full firm globes in my mouth and began to kiss and suck them feeling a rush of blood go straight to my brain and my cock. This was unreal. I took turns suckling them running my hands all over her body as I slid her dress down inch by inch. I hardly noticed there was a camera or anyone else in the room. But Mia was there out of the corner of my eye I saw her watching us like a dirty little voyeur, biting her bottom lip, crossing her legs tight and shaking one nervously.

By now I had her dress down to her waist and I was sliding my tongue around her navel and kissing her hips.

"Which way are you going to take it Jeffy?" Mia asked.

I ignored her question but thought about this as I slid her dress and panties completely off of her body.

What do I want to do to her now?

She lay on her bed, completely naked. I began to kiss from her navel all the way down to her inner thighs, spreading them wide so that I could see her bare pussy.

I began to play with the thin layer of hair on her mons, inserting a finger inside of her tight velvet.

"She's wet." I said out loud.

"Is she?" Mia stammered. I turned to look at her. She was obviously hot and bothered but trying not to betray it.

"Why don't you play with her pussy? She obviously likes it."

I spread her wider, inhaling her womanhood, it smelled clean and sweet. I stuck my middle finger in her core, exploring the intricate muscles of her inside, her tight walls, the bumps and ridges. I curved up and found her g spot. I began slow fucking her, hearing the subtle gushy sound, feeling the sticky warmness flow out of her core. She moved slightly and gave a shallow breath. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with my tongue, my nose against her clit as I tasted her core.

I heard a moan but it wasn't from Nia. I lifted my head up from my ambrosia and saw my other sister tweaking her nipples under her shirt. She didn't seem ashamed.

"Suck on her clit."

I began to play with her clit with my fingers flicking the little pink wonder around, playing with the little shaft, and then finally covering it with my mouth. I began to suck and lick at it flicking the clit, wondering if I could make an unconscious girl orgasm. I plunged my fingers deep into her and sure enough I felt her muscles tightening and manufacturing wetness in response to my oral attentions. I sucked on her clit fucking her pussy with my fingers as her muscles spasmed over and over again.

"Yeah suck that shit." I heard Mia whisper.

This was not happening. I was as hard as ever. I pulled away from her sweet tasting pussy, licking my fingers and caressing her soft body.

"Fuck her." Mia gasped.

I began a search for the condoms she threw at me, patting down the bed covers in vain, I was so drunk I had no idea where they were.

"Forget them. She's on the pill and she never has sex. What about you? Not that I wouldn't want her to get crabs or something."

I looked at her like she was the biggest idiot in the world. Still I considered. I was hard and horny now and wondered how it would feel to have that tight pussy over my bare cock. I began to strip off of my pants and underwear.

Then I took a strange position. I settled down at her feet, we made a T shape that would soon become an L. I carefully moved her on her side, letting the leg that rested on the bed drape over my own, and then draping the other over my hips. Our legs were tangled, and I was about to enter her at a perpendicular position. Her back and ass faced me though she seemed miles away. I heard Mia get up and soon saw her lean at the edge of the bed where Mia was to get a good shot.

I grabbed Nia's hair and plunged myself deep into her. I gasped. She felt so good. I grabbed her ankle and began to pump myself in and out of her again and again, each thrust making my eyes roll back in my head.

"Yes fuck her that's right."

Mia was kneeling on the floor, the camera in one hand, her other hand lifted her skirt and played with her pussy.

Even that sight made me hotter.

Soon I began thrusting faster, going deeper and harder hitting bottom every time. The way I was fucking her she had to wake up by now. I'm not a small guy I could feel myself stretching out her insides, tearing her pussy up, turning it inside out. Finally I pulled out before I would cum. I wanted to change positions.

I flipped her over on her stomach, spread her thighs and kneaded and rubbed her ass cheeks.

"Slap her ass." My "director" ordered.

I slapped and palmed her ass. Then while she was on her stomach I hovered over her body, her ass touching my dick and balls. I reared back, guided my dick to her cunt and slide right in, moaning on every inch I put inside of her. Once I was all the way in, I rested for a moment inside of her, laying on top her soft sexy body, making sure I wasn't crushing her. I grabbed the slats in the headboard, and used it as leverage to pull myself into her. Pulling myself in and out over and over again, thrusting faster and harder grinding against her inside walls I was in another world. I was surprised I could last so long.

I heard the tell tale sounds of a woman climaxing. Mia was on her knees her head thrown back, the camcorder resting on the bed but still entangled in the fingers of her other hand,

The sounds and the sight of her cumming on her fingers drove me over the edge, so did the soft curve of Nia's ass against my balls.

They contracted and I blew my load inside of her moaning and drooling onto her back.

"Oh yeah." I grunted, sweating and biting my bottom lip.

When I finished I pulled out of her, my cum and her juices spilling out onto the sheets.

With the liquor sweated out of me, and my faculties back with no excuses for what just happened, all I was thinking was.

What have I done?

"Turn that shit off. Turn the god damned camera off."

She pulled herself together and did what I said.

I collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I gotta clean this place up. I gotta get her cleaned up. Then I gotta get the hell out of here."

"What?"

"I'm leaving as soon as possible. I can't see you get or lose your award. I can't see anyone for a long time."

"You're going back to New York?" She panted.

"I'm leaving that's all you need to know." I got up and walked out of the room, leaving her there.

I had decisions to make.

The End.

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