You and your sister take turns taking hits from the bong. It's a sort of sibling bonding experience, I guess. Soon you're both very pleasantly stoned. It's nice. Warm. Soft. Like your sister's thighs. Or her lips. You're looking at both now.

Or like blood. The kind pulsing through your sister's veins.

Candi's staring at you. She laughs. "What's up?" There's no need for words. Your sister knows what's up.

You reach over, cup the back of Candi's head, and lean in to kiss her.

She tenses, stiffens, starts to pull back but you're stronger than she is. Tightening your grip on her head, you pull her in and your lips meet hers. "Mmmh!" She grabs your leg, fingers squeezing, eyes wide. Her lips are tense, trembling.

You don't relent. You give in and you make sure she comes with you. You kiss your sister.

Candi relaxes a little, stops fighting back actively. Her lips are soft, yielding. It's good. Feels like a victory. Makes you want more. Makes you want to sink deeper, keep eating, never stop until—

After a moment she breaks the kiss, though you maintain your grip on her, keeping her face inches for yours. In that moment her guard is down. Her eyes search yours, glistening in the dark. "Kyle," She whispers. "This is so fucked up." A rare moment of lucidity from your sister.

You smile. "I don't care. Do you?"

She hesitates. "No."

You kiss her again. She tastes like weed and lipstick. She doesn't exactly kiss you back, but she doesn't stop you either. She takes it, still stiff in your arms.

This time you break the kiss, frustrated with your sister. She'd still holding back. Despite everything she's clinging to what was instead of surrendering to what can be.

"What are you afraid of?" You whisper, staring into her pale eyes.

She stares back into yours. She's trembling. "Disappearing."

You shake your head. "You're a part of me. I'm a part of you. We won't disappear."

She doesn't argue with you, just continues to stare at you.

This time when you kiss her she surrenders completely. Her tongue finds yours. Her hands entwining in your hair. It feels like coming home. You spend an interminable amount of time making out with your sister, reveling in the way it makes you feel, good and bad. It's exactly what you've been longing for.

You catch her lower lip between your teeth and trail your tongue across the soft skin.

She whimpers into your mouth and you release her.

Both of you are panting, staring into one another's eyes, one of the final rules broken. Two remain.

"What now?" she whispers, voice quavering with fear and nerves.

In answer, you reach down, running your hand along your sister's thighs, inching her dress up. Candi's eyes go from her legs to your face, uncertain searching. It's so unlike her to be this way, to be unsure. You don't really know what to do, which means you follow your instincts. Your fingers finger her panties, brushing across the fabric, feeling the soft flesh beyond.

You lean in and kiss her. Her lips are plush, smooth, trembling. She lets out a small noise as you rub her pussy over her undies, tensing with discomfort. This is dangerously close to violating a rule, or at least she seems to think so. Fine. Have it her way. You go lower, slipping a fingertip beneath the fabric of her underwear, brushing across her labia and then down beneath her. Her asshole, tiny and tense, clenches as you brush it and then push a fingertip inside.

"Mmm," Candi's forehead furrows but you keep kissing her, working your finger in and out of her. "Mmmh…" It's not pleasure, not even contentment. She's making noises like a dreamer trying to wake from a nightmare. Just when you're thinking she doesn't like it, she grips your cock over your jeans, giving you short, eager strokes.

You match the movement if your finger in her ass.

The confines of the Eagle make the actual logistics of sex difficult. Candi makes it easier for you. She undoes your fly and then straddles you, breathing hard in your face as she grips you. After a moment she lines you up with her hole and lowers slowly onto you.

You're not a patient man. You push up, meeting her halfway. She flinches. "Ah, Kyle!" Irritation.

You grip her hips, guiding her down quicker, making her swear loudly, but if it hurt too bad she would tell you to stop. She doesn't.

Finally you get inside her, sinking into her guts, feeling her sink onto you, tight, hot, gripping. She starts riding you, short awkward bounces on your lap that make you think of your first time together. Unlike the first time, you can last a lot longer.

You pass the time staring into her eyes as she moves, panting. She's beautiful the way broken glass is. You can't look away from her, can't seem to make sense of all that you're seeing. Every part is a whole and each whole is incomplete. "Kiss me," you whisper.

Your sister hesitates, unwilling.

You grip the back of her neck and finally she leans in, pressing her lips to her yours as you thrust into her butt. Mechanical or not, her rhythmic motion is starting to take a toll on you. Your resistance is wearing down, you're getting harder, head floating. You push your tongue into Candi's mouth and she allows it, passively rolling her own tongue against yours. She moans softly, more in discomfort than ecstasy, but it's close enough.

"Shit," you groan, grinding your teeth to fight back your orgasm.

You sister is having none of that. She leans back, rocking her hips expertly, grinding on you. "Cum," she whispers. "Cum for me."

"Fuck." You do. You roll your head back and let yourself go, throbbing in her ass, spurting deep into her.

"Mmmm," she hums contentedly, continuing to rock, making sure her darling brother is completely satisfied. Eventually, the pleasure subsides. Your cock goes soft in her ass and she lifts off of you. "Good?" she asks.

"I have the best sister," you say, echoing a similar sentiment she's made in the past.

"You're damn right," she says, taking some napkins from the glove compartment to clean herself. "And," she says, wiping and then balling them up. "Thanks." She throws the wad out the window and onto the side of the road. "For doing stuff with me tonight, I mean, not fucking my ass." She makes a face.

You laugh, can't help it, just happens. "So, you still exist?"

She hesitates, smile fading. She actually seems to consider it, then nods.

"See? No problems." You lean over to kiss her but she turns away slightly. This is irritating, but you let it go. She's got to get used to it. For all the things she's willing to do, intimacy is something Candi has always struggled with. Probably always will.

"I'm just worried about…" she trails off.

"About?"

When your sister looks back, her pale eyes are dark with worry. "What we'll eat when we run out of tail."

But that's a problem for a future you. It can never hurt you if you only live now. How can tomorrow run out if it never gets here?

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Pub: 27 Sep 2025 22:19 UTC

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