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“Utage, Blaze, and Gladiia.”
Noir Corne winced like he’d been shot.
Stainless steepled his fingers together, waiting for an answer.
And Tequila? Tequila was comfortable. He had his little sister in his lap, after all.
“God damn,” said Noir Corne. “That’s hard.”
“It’s supposed to be hard,” said Stainless, “but you have to pick! Which would you fuck, which would you marry, and which would you kill?”
The brown-haired Feline took another long drink beer. Since joining Rhodes Island, it was safe to say that Feist had become one of the boys, and he’d gotten along well enough with each club member to really let loose around them. Tequila, Ethan, Noir Corne, and Lumen. Even Beanstalk, Mayer, and Franka were there. They might not have been boys, but each one of them was one of the boys.
“Can I marry all three?” asked Noir Corne.
“No! That’s—the game’s called Fuck, Marry, Kill! It’s not called Marry, Marry, and Marry!”
“Yo Tequila, I need some help here!”
Ernesto—codenamed Tequila—smirked from his place on the futon, his arms wrapped around La Pluma’s waist beneath their nest of blankets. “It’s a straightforward question, isn’t it?”
“You think so?” asked Noir Corne.
It was a response that La Pluma echoed herself. His little sister, Rafaela, turned her neck to glance back at her big brother. “It is?”
“Uh, yeah,” said Tequila, giving them both a confident smile. Somehow, though, he felt as though he had to change the subject. He glanced to the other end of the room, where a wily Reproba was fiddling with the karaoke machine. “Hey, Beanstalk! Are you done yet?”
“Not yet! Be patient!” said Beanstalk.
“Don’t change the subject!” Tequila could feel Noir Corne’s stare even through his mask. “Fuck, marry, kill; Utage, Blaze, and Gladiia—what’s your pick?”
“You guys are gonna make Rafaela uncomfortable,” said Beanstalk, piping up from her end of the room. Rafaela, to her credit, didn’t fuss or complain. It was her first time hanging out with Tequila and his friends, after all, and the Dossoles’ Golden Boy had told the others beforehand not to make things awkward for the aloof little Liberi.
Rafaela—codenamed La Pluma—wiggled in her big brother’s grasp. She was unsmiling, but kept herself comfortable by snuggling up against Ernesto and relishing the skin on skin contact. The covers prevented everyone else from seeing just what exactly big brother was doing with those big, firm hands of his.
“While we’re at it,” said Ethan, “here’s another question: what’s up with the covers? Are you that cold in here?” He gave both Tequila and La Pluma a toothy smile, raising his bottle of beer like he was proposing a toast.
“He’s from Dossoles, remember?” Beanstalk snickered. “He probably misses the humidity!”
With a soft click, Beanstalk turned on the karaoke machine and threw up her fist with a triumphant cheer. At last, the party could properly get started.
“Do you think the Doctor might want to join us?” Lumen asked.
“Let’s invite the Doctor,” Mayer suggested. “The Doctor really knows how to cut loose!”
“We should invite Kal’tsit, too,” said Franka. “She’s too wound up. I think she needs a bit of de-stressing!”
“That old cat would never want to join a party like this!”
“Would she even like karaoke?” asked Beanstalk.
“Hell,” said Franka, “she probably invented it.”
The others continued their joking and drinking. Franka, Mayer, and Beanstalk had a couch to themselves. Most of The Boys were standing up and bickering about who should start singing first and what song should be sung in the first place. Meanwhile, in a cozy little corner of the room all to themselves, Tequila, real name Ernesto, planted a sweet and secretive kiss against the back of his sweet little sister’s neck.
“Comfy?” he whispered.
“Mm-hmm.” Rafaela snuggled just a little closer, shuffling atop her brother’s lap as though it was the best spot in the entire room (because it was).
“You want a drink?” he asked her, keeping his voice quiet. “Una cerveza?”
Rafaela shook her head gently. She relished the warmth between their bundled-up bodies, and even if Ethan and the others would tease them for it, it was completely natural. They were from Dossoles, and they were used to the heat and humidity. That was it. There was nothing else going on beneath the surface. They were brother and sister, after all—what harm could it be to cuddle on a couch amidst a den of comfort?
That must have been the rationale, because Tequila felt confident enough to fondle Rafaela beneath her dark gray sweater. She gulped when she felt those dexterous hands of his over the swell of her chest. She didn’t wear a bra today, because he told her not to. The sweater was baggy enough to leave much to the imagination, anyway—but Ernesto was a remarkable older brother who didn’t need to use his imagination at all, because he knew exactly what splendid secrets his sister’s salacious body held in store.
He’d been here before, time after time, night after night, and the others were none the wiser. Franka eyed them with playful suspicion, but it was just that—suspicion.
“You two are real close for brother and sister,” she teased. “Rafaela, sweetie, you’re not suffocating under all those blankets, are you?”
Rafaela shook her head again, her dark locks and feathers moving this way and that. “Nuh-uh. I’m comfy.”
“Do you want to sing first?” Stainless offered. “Since this is your first time here, you can pick the track, and—”
“Nuh-uh.” Rafaela shook her head more sternly this time, biting back a moan as her older brother started groping her tits from beneath her sweater. “I’m good, thanks…”
“Ha, alright, suit yourself!”
Stainless and Noir Corne went up first. It was a hip hop song with raunchy lyrics, and it was loud enough to drown out Rafaela’s quiet moans of pleasure as Ernesto started feeling up her creamy thighs.
“You’re getting chubby here,” he whispered, teasing.
Rafaela’s feathers were surely ruffled now. “Nuh uh…”
“Uh huh~”
“You’re so mean.”
“You like it when I’m mean, don’t you?”
Rafaela turned her head to pout at him, and it was a pout that melted into a pleasured gasp once he started touching her inner thighs.
“Be a good girl,” he whispered to her. “Stay quiet.”
Rafaela didn’t have to be told to do either of those things. After all, she was a good girl for big brother. She was a good girl each and every night! She even kept quiet while he screwed her into the early morning hours, wary of disrupting her neighbors’ sleep. Rafaela was a considerate little bird like that.
Ernesto kissed the back of her neck again, slipping his hand into her shorts to tease her pussy lips. As expected, Rafaela was already soaking wet between her legs, dripping lust along her glistening inner thighs.
Rafaela gulped again, this time turning to look at Ernesto so that only he could hear her, just like before. “You’re so hard…”
Ernesto chuckled. “Yeah, and you’re so—!”
Suddenly, another voice. “Rafaela!”
Ernesto’s little bird perked up, suddenly attentive. “Yes!”
“Come up here and sing with me!” It was Mayer, and she waved one of the microphones in her direction. “C’mon, girl!”
“Oh.” Rafaela smiled nervously. “Um…”
“Come on, don’t be shy! You have a great voice; you’ll do well!”
“Are you still cold?” Ernesto asked aloud, smiling mischievously as he shuffled beneath his little sister. He kept her firmly on his lap, subtly grinding up against her. “Why don’t you sing from here, then?”
“That’ll do it,” said Mayer. “I’m not taking no for an answer, newbie!”
Rafaela ended up taking the wireless microphone from Mayer’s hand, and she let Mayer pick the song that they’d be singing. Now that all eyes were on either her or Mayer, Rafaela felt immensely anxious about sitting on her brother’s lap and getting felt up beneath the covers.
But Ernesto didn’t seem to mind one bit.
In fact, he started touching her even more after she tested the microphone was working.
“You ready?” Mayer asked.
“Y-Yeah, I’m ready. Um, let me just…”
She nearly squeaked when she felt something thick, hard, and warm press against her ass crack. She knew damn well what it was, of course, and Ernesto kept his arms around his little sister’s waist while he perched his chin on her shoulder, and kept his dog bone sandwiched between her soft butt cheeks.
“Don’t be so nervous,” he teased. “I’ve got you, sis.”
“Aw, how cute!” Beanstalk snickered. “You two should sing a song together, too!”
“Maybe,” said Ernesto.
We already make plenty of music together.
The karaoke song finally loaded up, and Mayer started with her opening verse. While everyone looked her way, Ernesto felt confident enough to grind his thick, meaty cock against Rafaela’s soaking wet snatch, prompting his little bird to bite back a moan of pleasure before it could escape her mouth.
“You’ve got this,” he whispered to her. His mouth was up against her ear, and Rafaela relished the sensation of his hot breath against her face. “Sit up for me, amor.”
Rafaela felt her heart skip a beat. She loved it when Ernesto whispered to her in their native tongue, almost as much as she loved being taken by him. Like a good girl, she did exactly what she was told, and as soon as she leaned up like she was getting a better look at the flat-screen TV at the end of the room…
“Ngh—!”
…Rafaela felt her older brother’s cock push right inside her drooling snatch, plugging her right up from below. She wasn’t just sitting on his lap now—she was sitting on his thick, throbbing cock, and she nearly arched her back with a loud moan as he filled her with every single familiar inch.
Then, before she knew it, everyone was looking at her.
Rafaela’s eyes went wide. For a moment, she thought they’d been caught. She went red in the face and she looked down at the microphone in her hands, and then it hit her all at once.
She had to sing!
Poor Rafaela stuttered through her opening lines, but she eventually worked up the courage to finish her verse without too much trouble. She blushed beet red the entire time, and everyone suspected it was because of how nervous she was to sing in front of a new friend group. Of course, they had no idea that she was her big brother’s cock sleeve, and she was keeping his shaft nice and hot with her hot, soaking wet pussy.
Poor Rafaela tried her hardest to keep her voice under control with her big brother’s cock sheathed inside her snug little snatch. Her tone wavered more than a few times in the middle of her song, and only Tequila knew the real reason why.
“There’s no need to be nervous,” Lumen assured. “You’re doing phenomenally.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a magnificent voice,” praised Franka.
“Go, Pluma, go!”
The others cheered Rafaela on. Even Tequila praised his good little sister, and he fondled her beneath the covers with a knowing smile on his face. He thrust slowly—ever so slowly—wary of the others’ occasional glances. If he took his time with his sweet little sister, there was no way anyone would find out what was really happening.
It felt amazing to be inside of Rafaela, despite the agonizingly slow thrusts. He grunted quietly as his little sister sang, finally ending her song with a flourish and a longing sigh. The others clapped when she finished her song, and she tossed the microphone toward Franka before her final score had even been calculated.
“Thanks for singing with me,” said Mayer, beaming.
“Y-You got it,” Rafaela murmured.
“Yo, Tequila, you gonna sing or what?” Noir Corne waved a microphone at him like a conductor’s baton. “Weren’t you whining about the karaoke machine before?”
“He was totally whining,” said Beanstalk, sticking her tongue out at Tequila. “Let’s do a rap battle!”
“I’d just rap in Bolivarian,” said Tequila, chuckling. “You couldn’t handle it.”
“Pick up the mic, let’s do this.” Noir Corne insisted.
“Hell no—nobody wants to hear you sing.”
“Says you! Afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of your sister?”
“Este maldito tipo...”
“What’d you say to me?”
“I said you’re based and super lit.”
“I don’t think that’s what you said,” said Lumen.
“Ernesto!” Franka’s fox tail swished behind her, and she rested a hand against her cheek. “When are you going to teach me Bolivarian?”
“I’m not much of a teacher,” said Tequila, chuckling.
Rafaela hated when other women asked her handsome, strong, big brother for things, but she loved hearing him chuckle like that. His rumbling laughter sent a shiver down her spine and made the butterflies in her tummy tremble with joy.
Somehow, his laughter was even more attractive when he was buried inside her like this, and Rafaela squirmed on his lap with a quiet moan. Tequila slipped his hands back inside her sweater, stealthily tweaking those too-cute nipples of hers; the puffy pink mounds he couldn’t get enough of in their quieter, more private moments.
“You okay, Rafaela?” Franka asked.
“Tummy hurts,” Rafaela lied. “No more beer for me…”
“You guys are gonna be a bad influence on her,” said Tequila. “Ethan, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Me?!” Ethan scoffed and jerked his thumb toward Stainless. “It’s this guy!”
The festivities continued. The beer and the conversations kept flowing, and sometime during their karaoke party, both Franka and Mayer had taken to sitting on either side of Tequila on the couch. Rafaela stayed put; she’d been cockwarming her older brother for the better part of the hour, and her head was spinning from the pleasure that coursed through her here and now.
She hated that Franka and Mayer were so close to him. She wished they would go away altogether. Of course, she couldn’t just say that, and so she put up with it, side-eyeing the girls while subtly grinding herself on her big brother’s lap.
She relished the sensation of his cock pulsing against her vaginal walls, and she wiggled her hips as everyone else seemed too engaged in their conversation to notice. They were complaining about Dr. Kal’tsit or something—Rafaela didn’t know, and frankly, she didn’t care. This couch was getting far too crowded, and she was being pushed closer and closer to climax.
Ernesto grunted quietly behind her. She liked to imagine that he was blushing and barely able to keep it together. She could no longer turn her head to check, but even Dossoles’ Golden Boy had his limits, didn’t he?
“God, this feels good,” Ernesto moaned.
Rafaela perked up. “Huh?”
“You’re so comfy,” he announced. “I could just fall asleep right here…”
“Maybe it’s the booze?” asked Noir Corne.
“I guess I drank a bit too much…”
With that, Tequila snuggled into Rafaela from behind, hugging his little sister close to his chest and groaning as he nuzzled the back of her neck.
Rafaela was the only one who knew better. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, and she had to cover her mouth with a fake yawn to keep from moaning his name like the heavenly chant it was.
He creampied her—right then and there—in full view of everyone. The conversation continued; not a single person even suspected them, and Rafaela arched her back with another loud “yawn” as she felt her big brother paint her insides like the wondrous cock sleeve she was. To Rafaela’s surprise, however, it just kept coming. Ernesto practically painted her insides with his hot and gooey load of cum, stuffing her pussy full of his gooey, virile love—the best kind of love that an older brother could ever give to his precious little sister.
“Hey, Rafaela?” Mayer asked, pushing a strand of dark hair from the girl’s face. “Are you alright? Your face is really red…”
“She’s sweating a little,” Franka noted. “You should get out from under all those covers, dear. You might get feverish.”
“Nuh-uh.” Rafaela shook her head, feeling dizzy with love and lust as she felt her older brother’s cock throb and leak inside her, under all those hiding covers. “I’m good…”
“Did Tequila just fall asleep for real?” asked Ethan. “Yo, does anyone have a permanent marker I can borrow?”
Rafaela pouted. “Don’t bully my brother.”
“Is it really bullying if he deserves it?”
“Oh, ignore him, sweetie,” said Franka. “He’s just kidding.”
“Can I getcha anything, Rafaela?” asked Beanstalk. “You fitting in well enough in here?”
Rafaela bit her lip. Something had most certainly fit in well enough, and she shuddered with pleasure as she felt her big brother’s cum start to leak out of her wet, well-used pussy.
“This is fun,” she announced, smiling and still blushing. “I really like being one of the boys…”