Dorian's Deal - Caysee

"Yeah, exactly."

"I just... want to be loved. All these guys out there are just out to get some cheap pussy. They don't care about me, or my feelings, or even whether I get off or not. And I want to get off. God, do I want to get off. Sorry."

Dorian looked away when she started talking about getting off, but his head whipped back around when she apologized. "Isn't it crazy that we've been given these gifts of pleasure, and then told not to use them?"

She nodded. "I don't get it. It's supposed to be sinful, or whatever. But it only feels wrong when someone tells me it is. When I'm by myself, and nobody knows, it feels great."

"And then when I, uh..."

She blushed a deep red. "It was scary. And yeah, I kinda felt wrong about it. But then after that was over..."

"You know what's also weird," Dorian said. "I never thought about you as a sexual person. I mean, I remember you falling off a horse and breaking your arm, and how awful that cast smelled when it came off. But suddenly this thing happened, and then..."

"And if I'm being honest, there was this moment when you were touching me, and I didn't care about the shame anymore. It just felt so good."

"We can't be together though, can we?" he said. "Even if I can get past the cast thing, and all the images in my head about you as a young child and being immature, and... me being immature too."

"No." She hung her head. "I mean... I don't see how. Everybody knows us here. We live in a fundamentalist paradise. Also known as hell for non-conformists. Which I guess we are."

"Yeah, I guess so."

They were silent for a long minute.

"What would you want to do? If we could be together, I mean," he said.

"I want to go out and experience life. And share it with somebody."

"Go on dates?" he suggested.

"Obviously."

"What if we could still do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there's a line somewhere, of things we can't do. What if we do things on the right side of it?"

She blinked. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"...Maybe?"

"I don't go out with men who say maybe."

"Fine. Yes, I'm asking you out. As a brother, I guess. Last I checked mom and dad prefer us not to hate each other. They might even pay for it."

"You son of a bitch, I'm in," she said, giving him a finger-gun.

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They went to the state fair, and did all the things. They went on rides, played games, ate food. Dorian forgot for a minute what had started all this, and why they had gone.

"This was a good idea," Tatiana said. "You even got them to pay for it?"

"Yep. So, it's not really a traditional date."

"Well, I'm fine with that. My feet hurt though, can we go sit in the car?"

"Sure."

He turned it on and let the air conditioning cool the air, making it a bit more comfortable.

"Do you want to sit in the back?" she said. "I want to talk, but I don't want to crane my neck."

They got out and sat in the back.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

She nodded.

"How did you know I spiked your drink?"

She gave him a half-lidded stare. "Bro. You suck at lying. We always know, or at least mom and I do. You have tells."

"OK, but... what does that have to do with-"

"Look, I can always tell when you're up to something. It's not even just saying a lie. When you think you're being sneaky, you get all pulled in, physically. You cross your arms, like this."

Her arms and legs folded in together, taking up a smaller space. He frowned. "So?"

"So you've been doing that since... the night you came in my room. I knew you were still up to something, but I didn't know what. But then the day of the barbecue, you were different. You were kind of your old self again. That's how it goes when you think you've gotten away with something. At first I thought it was just because other people were around and you could relax because I wasn't hawking at your every move, but then I started feeling light-headed and giggly. And you kept disappearing. I didn't know what you did, or what you slipped me, but it was the obvious answer. Even if you hadn't actually spiked my drink, it was close enough that I'd catch you or figure it out when I confronted you."

"Damn. Am I that easy?"

"For someone that's grown up with you, yeah. Most people probably wouldn't have a clue. But I know what's normal for you and what's not."

He slumped a little, considering. "I guess it's your turn, if you want to ask a question."

She sighed. "I guess it's too much to ask, to know everything. But at least tell me this. Why did you do it? You don't have money, even still. I know you've been wanting that new game that came out, you would have bought it if you had the money. I don't buy that that's the reason. And you don't gamble, you're not that stupid. So why did you take the dare?"

"It would give me an advantage. I'm... you know we live in kind of a small town. Everybody knows everybody else, more or less, and everybody's already got an opinion on who's worth dating and who isn't. I didn't want to have to fight those opinions, just to get a date. If I did it... they were going to make introductions. I'd get to talk to girls who I'd have no business laying eyes on, if they lived around here. Like Marissa Meyers."

She was the spoiled daughter of the richest guy in town, who owned the big manufacturing plant a lot of people worked at. Her car cost almost as much as most peoples' houses.

Tatiana's face crinkled up. "You like her?"

"Not her specifically, she's a spoiled bitch. But she dresses nice, you know. Gets her hair done."

She sighed. "She's attractive-looking, I'll give you that. So us small-town yokels aren't good enough for you, because we don't get our hair done?"

"I mean... if I'm gonna dream, I might as well dream big. It's not that I'd turn down someone I like, but... when I fantasize, I'm gonna drool over the best. You like Chris Pratt."

Her face twisted into a grin. "OK. Ya got me. I'd be a hypocrite for judging."

"But that's an impossible fantasy. I wanted something just a little more realistic. Not actually realistic, I mean, just something with a better illusion of it."

"So what happened?"

"Well... I got introduced. And I got laid."

"No way! It worked!?"

"I mean, kind of. One-time thing, you know. Like a one-night stand, but I can't bring them home, so it all had to be early evening. It was fucking great while it lasted, it's exactly what I asked for, but I'm realizing it's so not what I want."

"You want a real relationship."

"Yeah. I want to be with someone that cares about who I am as a person. Not just a slab of meat to get off to. I mean, I want to get off. God, do I want to get off."

She smacked him. He smacked back. They tussled a bit, rocking the car back and forth.

"We better stop. Someone's going to think something's happening in here," she giggled.

"Ah who cares, the windows are tinted."

They ended up with a hand behind each other's head. Her eyes opened wide.

"Um..." he said.

"Um," she agreed.

"Should we talk about the kiss?"

"Wh-what about it? It was a kiss."

"It was over the line."

"...but it was good."

"Yeah, it was. But you left lipstick on me."

"I'm not wearing lipstick today. Just a little gloss."

"...you want to do it again?"

Her eyes turned sorrowful. "Do you? I mean, really?"

He did. She was his sister, and it was wrong, but... that made it different in other ways, too. She knew him. She cared about him, loved him in some sense. That was important. He pulled her in, and she didn't resist. The world vanished for awhile, until chattering voices of other people walking to their car broke the moment. They were both flushed, breathing heavily.

"Wow," she said.

"Y-yeah."

She giggled, then pointed.

"What? Ah, shit." He got out quickly, trying to cover up his erection, but he knew it was too late.

"I take it as a compliment," she said, slipping into the front seat. They got back on the highway and started the route back home.

"But I think we're too close to that line - hell, I'm pretty sure we crossed it."

"Yeah, you're probably right," she said sadly. "Did it feel wrong for you though?"

It took him a few miles to answer.

"No."

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The evening passed as they often did; video games, social media, dinner with the parents. Brush teeth, shower to get rid of the sweat from walking out in the sun at the fair, go to bed. He noticed a difference late at night, after everyone was asleep. He woke up very hard, feeling very good. When he heard the slurping noise, he figured out why with the light on his phone.

"Waaugh! Tatiana, what are you doing!?"

"Ssh! What does it look like I'm doing? Keep it down, mom and dad are finally asleep."

"It looks like you're sucking my dick."

"Am I doing a good job?"

"It doesn't matter! This is over the line, and you know it."

"But it does matter, I want to know that you're enjoying it. We're not in public here. The line doesn't matter when it's just us. Like my vibrator."

"I never agreed to that. I don't get vibrator privileges, dad is still in charge of my sexual purity."

"You told on me!?"

"Aw fuck... yes, Tatiana, I talked to mom. She said she was handling it. I haven't said a word to dad. You know he'd go ballistic."

"Is it because I left you to face Frank Collins with a raging hard-on for me, and lipstick on your face?"

"...yeah."

"Then I guess that's fair. But we're still not even. You gave me something - an amazing orgasm. I owe you one in return."

"No, you-"

"Yes, I do. And you owe it to me to let me give you one, because- I want to get off. And yes, I did. But I want to get off with someone I know cares about me, and who I can get off just as well. I want that connection, Dorian."

"And you owe me," Ovidia said, eyes glowing in the darkness. "This is what she wants. Give it to her, and we will be even."

"It ends here," Dorian said.

"OK," Tatiana said quietly.

The succubus nodded too, knowing it was her he was really speaking to.

"Alright... go ahead," Dorian said. "Do you want to get a towel? For, you know... the end."

"Mm mm. I want to taste it," she said. "A special treat, since you thought to ask me."

Dorian laid back with a sigh, and Tatiana climbed up on the bed and knelt between his legs. She rocked forwards and backwards on her knees and one hand, guiding him to the back of her tongue with her other. He groaned, pulled his pillow up over his face. He heard her purr in approval, and redoubled her efforts. Dorian couldn't see her staring up at him, could only imagine the hungry look in her eyes, the determined set of her open jaw, the glistening of her saliva running down his shaft, around his balls and between his butt cheeks. Hell, it wouldn't be visible unless the light was on anyway. This way he got to imagine, knowing that the reality of it wasn't far off. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him through her lips, her stroking fingers, her dancing tongue. He found himself twitching and shuddering, harder than he'd ever been in his life, holding onto the surging pressure of his orgasm that threatened to spill out at any moment. His muffled shout burst into the pillow, and he cast line after line of milky, thick semen into his sister's hot mouth. He lay panting for a few minutes, sweating up the bedsheets. She pressed her cheek against his thigh until his breathing slowed and his cock stopped twitching in her grip, finally beginning to soften. She got up slowly and tucked him back in, pulling his underwear back up and putting the sheets to his chest.

"Goodnight Dor. I love you."

"Goodnight, Tat. I love you too."

Their silly childhood names for each other. A time of innocence now long gone.

She opened the door and slipped out. "Sleep well."

Wait.

"Deal is done." The succubus's red eyes ceased glowing red, and the shadow of her receded into the floor.

"Hold on, tell me one thing. You know things, about me, about her. What did she mean, 'I love you'? Are we in a relationship now?"

"Answers I can give in trade. Will you pay my price?"

"Fuck. Shit. Goddammit. No, I told her that was the end of it. Nevermind, get out."

"Sure? Answers you will like."

"I hate you. Forget it. I'll ask her myself."

The succubus cackled in the night, a sound he wouldn't soon forget. And then she was gone.