Dorian's Deal - Emilee

"Ah! Um, what it is?"

"What are you doing?" Tatiana said, sticking her head in and looking around suspiciously.

"Nothing! Um, video games. Obviously. What the heck are you doing in my room?"

"Geez, were you jerking off or something? Don't answer that, just lock your door next time," she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, mom and dad just wanted me to tell you dinner's ready."

"Oh. OK. I'll be there in a minute."

"Wash your hands extra good!" she added, slamming the door.

"I wasn't...! Grr, what a bitch," Dorian muttered.

He kind of had been touching himself while reading earlier, starting to mentally replace the characters he'd been reading about with himself and his sister. She got on his nerves so much he didn't really ever think of her that way, but for some reason he was starting to now. Good thing there was no way she'd ever let him touch her, this succubus business was getting way out of hand. He got up, had a perfectly normal dinner, and then went back to his room after helping with the dishes.

"No sleeping. Soon you give me what I want," Ovidia said.

"Ha ha. There's no way it's actually gonna happen."

"You think the same about Emilee. You see. Ten of the clock. You see."

"Ridiculous. Alright, I'll indulge you, just this once. But then you have to give it up and wait on something realistic, if I ever call you again."

She gave him a faint, mysterious smile. "You will. And you like it."

"Pfft."

He played video games again until just after 10pm when the succubus snapped at him. He turned it off and got up, following her down the hall. She jerked her head at his sister's door, then leaned over, listening. He sidled up and pressed his ear carefully.

"Ohh..." Tatiana moaned.

Dorian jerked back in surprise. She was nineteen of course, and more than old enough to have wants and needs like him, but again, with the tension of living with her all the time he never really thought about what she did privately, nor had he ever wanted to. But now that the idea was in his head, he couldn't stop his curiosity about what, exactly, she was doing to herself right now. He put his ear to the door again. Ovidia pulled back from the door, gesturing at him, eyes glowing red in the dark.

"Rrgh!" he heard, and then something slammed into the door, hard, rattling the door in the frame with a loud THUNK.

He would have yelled out loud had his ear been pressed still to it. He swallowed his heart back into his chest as it was, breathing heavily.

"What was that?" his mom called down the hallway from his parents' room.

"Sorry, it was nothing, everything's fine!" she yelled through the closed door.

"Are you sure? That was kind of loud," his mom replied.

"Yeah mom, it's alright. Sorry."

"Alright, sleep well!"

"Yeah right..." Tatiana said quietly, from just on the other side of the door.

She picked something up from the floor, then he heard her padded footsteps receding in the direction of her bed. Ovidia stood, waiting with her finger raised in the air, waiting for something. Minutes later, she curled the finger at him to follow, and then wafted straight through the closed door. Dorian quietly turned the knob, slipped in, and then closed it again. Ovidia's eyes glowed brightly, but cast no light; he followed her to the head of the bed and stood, waiting. Tatiana moaned, a deep and husky sound from deep in her chest.

'Oh, fuck!' Dorian mouthed silently to himself.

The glow of Ovidia's eyes grew to surround her whole body so that he could see her in the deep darkness, and she gestured at him. The blanket had fallen off of Tatiana, and her bare hips were exposed from underneath the teddy she slept in. She wasn't wearing any underwear, it looked like.

"Now. Careful. You put the hand over the mouth. Same time, you touch her. No time for qualms. You rub, you put finger inside. Do now."

Gritting his teeth and bracing himself for a violent reaction, he put a knee down on the bed and bent over his sister, reaching out with one hand to be ready to cover her mouth, and reaching down for her exposed pussy with the other. He managed to get his hand over her mouth first, then started rubbing and circling her clit area.

"Mmmhmmm? MMMMPH!" she said, arching her back off the bed and squirming uncontrollably.

She reached down and grabbed his hand from her clit with both of her hands, holding him still as her orgasm washed over her and rolled away.

"Mmmmgggh," she groaned, grabbing her pillow with one hand and putting it over her face, and pushing his hand back down to her pussy with the other.

His mouth dropped open in surprise. It was the last thing he expected her to do; he was prepared for her to shove him off, to start yelling for their parents, to kick him in the groin. Anything but that. After a few awkward moments though, he probed and found her hole and slipped a finger in.

"Mrrrrrrggh," she grunted into the pillow she was holding over her face. "Dun stup."

He tried a few things, wiggling his finger back and forth, in and out, then going deeper, and adding a second finger. She grunted and shuddered underneath him, giving him a heady rush of excitement. Her muffled mewling urged him onward, and she gushed with fluids all over him many minutes later.

"Oh fuck," she whispered hoarsely. "Dorian, is that you? That better be you. I don't want to be murdered by some random burglar."

"Goodnight, sis. Sleep well."

He slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. Once he got back into his room, he paused. His hand was all wet. Should he go wash it?

"Ten minutes still. Ten minutes you owe," Ovidia said.

"What? But I had to leave. I couldn't-"

"Touch. You think, wash the hand. But first, you touch. You want it, too."

He pulled his boxers down and started pumping with his off hand.

"No. Use the wet hand."

"Fuuuuck me. That- no. That's so wrong."

"You do. Or soul is forfeit. So close you came, to bargain fulfilled. You stop now?"

Her eyes blazed dangerously bright.

"Shit. Alright, alright. But just this once."

"Da."

And so it was that he jerked himself off into his old cum rag, a t-shirt with holes too big for him to wear anymore, with a hand slathered in his sister's ejaculate, ten minutes later, having to slow down several times to keep from coming too soon. Ovidia's eyes turned black again, watching him.

"Our business, conclude. The pleasure, she is mine. But not mine only."

"Fuck you. Get out of here."

"Hah! Maybe the next time. Take your spark. Worth it, you see."

"No fucking way. Get out."

"Sweet dreams, Dorian."

Her body dissipated into a fine mist; then she was gone, and only the book remained.