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the siblings forgot how they start playing this game but right now lo'ak is putting on a short black skirt that is a snuggle fit on her after being dared by her brother. the hem of the skirt digs into her thigh, creating a slight dip in her plump skin. they're getting ready to go out with their friends at the club. 

when the phone rang, lo'ak was on top of neteyam, straddling her brother's hips as the boy lay willingly on his bed, letting his sister does his makeup. 

"i dare you to let me do your makeup" lo'ak said, clasping her hands together, excited knowing that neteyam can't say no or he'll look like a loser for turning down a dare. 

it was a boring dare, yes, but she has been wanting to do neteyam's makeup because according to lo'ak "your features are so pretty."

lo'ak put the call on loudspeaker since she needed to focus while doing neteyam's eyeliner, "hey what's up?" the girl asked, face hovering so close to her brother, making sure both sides are symmetrical.

tsireya's voice rang on the other side of the line, "do you have any plans for tonight?" lo'ak held neteyam's jaw in her hand, comparing both lines she just drew. "not really, why?" she answered before humming to herself, deciding that the eyeliners look good enough.

neteyam lets his hands wander on his sister's thigh, caressing the exposed skin, feeling the smoothness of it. "i was wondering if you wanna hangout with me at the club tonight," tsireya spoke."neteyam can come too if he's free." at the mentioned of his name, neteyam's eyes flicked at the small device beside his body.

lo'ak put the cap back on the pen and placed it amongst the many other makeup products sprawled on the bed. "is your brother gonna be there too?" lo'ak asked, gnawing her lower lip. "of course, silly." tsireya laughed at lo'ak's question.

upon hearing that aonung would also be joining, lo'ak felt the big hand on her thigh tense up. the girl blinked between her brother and her phone, silently observing neteyam's reaction. 

it has been a week since the younger girl accidentally exposed her brother's crush on lo'ak. the three of them were having lunch together when tsireya slipped up about the secret because she was updating the two about her life. the younger girl panicked but lo'ak reassured her that she didn't have to worry about anything.

but ever since that, lo'ak felt like neteyam has been acting weird every time aonung was around. lo'ak tried asking her brother about it but the boy would just ignore her each time. 

maybe he was just very protective of his younger sister because truth to be told, aonung is not exactly to kind of guy anyone would want their siblings to date.

even though she didn't understand the reason behind neteyam's attitude, she didn't want to upset her brother. she loved him, and the last thing she wanted to do is make neteyam angry or sad.

lo'ak was ready to decline the invitation, she already picked up her phone when neteyam beat her to it, "that sounds fun! we're going. send the location." the younger's eyes widened when neteyam grabbed her wrist and brought the phone closer to his face.

"oh, neteyam! i didn't know you're there too!" the older boy only hummed as a response, meeting lo'ak's eyes. the girl gave him a confused look, silently asking him fan or explanation about what was happening but neteyam only pat her thigh.

now here they’re, in front of the club.

lo'ak is wearing a thin, flimsy, low-cut white t-shirt with the front of it tied in a knot exposing her leaned and toned stomach. the thin body chain peeks from underneath her shirt, gleaming at every movement she makes. 

lo'ak keep on pulling at her skirt, feeling a little bit self-conscious because she never wears a skirt this short outside before. don't get her wrong, she loves skirts, especially short ones, she has a bunch of them in her closet because lo'ak thinks it looks good on her.

the problem is that she doesn't have the confidence to wear them outside. besides most of the skirts she owns are way too short to be considered appropriate by the public. 

so she only wears them at home since she is only living with her brother and no one else. not to mention that neteyam loves it when she puts on any of her short skirts when lounging at home. 

a win-win situation if you asked lo'ak.

"bro, this skirt is too short" she complains, while they're still inside the car. both siblings can feel the booming music coming from inside the club. "that's what you get for making me wear makeup, lo'ak," neteyam shrugs. 

"that's not even fair! i made you look so good!" lo'ak argues, scowling at her older brother. 

"well so are you." neteyam openly checks out his sister; he lets his eyes travel from his sister's face down to the diamond choker on her neck, then moves to the exposed skin of her chest, following the lines of her soft abs and down to her legs, lingering at the hem of her skirt a little bit longer before meeting lo'ak's eyes again.

"i don't see the problem," neteyam decides. he knows what he was doing because lo'ak can see the corner of his lips twitch when he shrugs. 

"i'm gonna get you back, asshole." she shows a middle finger at the older boy, earning her a chuckle.

the siblings walk over to one of the many tables at the side where tsireya and aonung are currently sitting. lo'ak immediately sees the boy's eyes on her, shamelessly racking them up and down her body like a pervert.

usually lo'ak would make stupid remarks, joking about the boy gawking at her but now she can't do any of that because well, she doesn't like aonung that way so she doesn't want him to think that she's flirting or giving him hope.

other than that, she feels like neteyam wouldn't appreciate it if she does that.

"reya!" lo'ak greets loudly, holding tsireya's chin in between her fingers and turning her face to the side to place a quick kiss on the other girl's cheek. lo'ak diverts her attention to aonung, "bro!" she fist bumps the boy as a greeting.

"you look good lo'ak!" tsireya compliments, brow pinched together as the bitter taste of the alcohol she just drank coats her tongue. "yeah thanks to me," neteyam smirks, throwing an arm around his sister's shoulders. "i don't get it?" tsireya tilts her head to the side.

"i dared her to wear that skirt tonight." neteyam's fingers toy with the hem of lo'ak's sleeve. "what? dare?" aonung interrupts. lo'ak feels her brother's arm curl around her until his hand stops above her bra strap.

lo'ak's breath hitches when neteyam tries to dig underneath the strap, "mhm, dare!" he shouts over the music. "you should wear them more often because it looks good on you!" tsireya continues with her compliments unaware of the tension that is going on between her brother and neteyam. 

"yes, it suits you. i like it," aonung adds. lo'ak purses her lips when neteyam snaps her bra strap. the sound of the elastic hitting her skin is drowned by the loud music blasting inside the club. 

she turns her head towards neteyam, furrowing her brows, silently asking "why did you do that?" but her brother is talking with one of the workers, ordering drinks for him and lo'ak. 

still annoyed, she leans forward to speak with her brother, "what the fuck, bro?" her lips accidentally brush against neteyam's ear when the boy moves backwards after he's done talking with the worker.

"dare," neteyam speaks all of a sudden, ignoring his sister. "what?" lo'ak asks, confuse. "i choose dare. give me a dare, baby sister." he pulls his arm off lo'ak and just in time, two glasses are placed in front of them.

lo'ak brings one of them to her lips and chugs down the brown liquid. the alcohol burns her throat causing the girl to let out a hiss. she wipes her wet lips with the back of her hands, "you see that old man right there? yeah? make him buy us more drinks." a triumphant smile makes its way onto lo'ak's face when she sees the annoyed look and her brother's face. 

"fuck you," neteyam glares at the younger girl. 

"you wish." the words left lo'ak's lips before she can stop herself but neteyam is already standing up, ready to approach the random stranger she has chosen.

lo'ak shakes her head when she thinks about what she just said. she needs to be more careful with what she is saying because what if neteyam heard her? that boy going to be so disgusted with lo'ak for sure. 

they're siblings for fuck sake. 

what does she mean by "you wish"?

lo'ak doesn't know when she started developing this sick feeling for her own brother. maybe back during high school years? she remembers when neteyam showed her a picture of his then-girlfriend. 

lo'ak felt her stomach churn as he stared at the small device, at the girl's picture; her face is small and narrow, that's the first thing lo'ak noticed. her eyes are the prettiest in lo'ak's opinion. she had the same golden eyes just like the rest of their family and they are big, maybe a bit too big for her petite face. her lashes are long and naturally curled up (the girl wasn't wearing any makeup in the picture). even though her brows are kinda thick in comparison to most girls but it fits her features so well. lo'ak eyes moved to her lips and it was pink. she doesn't have full lips. her upper lip is thin but her lower lip is plump. again, it suits her.

"she's pretty," lo'ak said.

"i know!" neteyam retreated his arm. the smile remained on his face as he typed away on his phone, ignoring lo'ak who is still standing beside his bed.

"what are you doing?"

"i'm texting with her right now." the boy didn't even spare his baby sister a glance, eyes glued to the small screen

lo'ak frowned, the unsettling feeling inside her stomach worsened. she wanted to say something, complained about neteyam ignoring her, just anything but this time it felt different. 

maybe because it was neteyam's girlfriend? usually, they were just her brother's friends. but why did that matter though? she could still complained about it, no?

lo'ak pursed her lips before storming out of the boy's room.

it was months later when lo'ak learned the meaning behind the ugly feelings in her stomach. seeing her brother being lovey-dovey with that girl made lo'ak realized the twisted feelings she has for her own brother.

lo'ak liked neteyam. not in a sibling way.

she liked him romantically.

she wanted to hold hands with him as partners not as siblings. she wanted to be the girl neteyam kiss. she wanted neteyam's hands all over her, touching her everywhere a sibling shouldn't be touching.

it disgusted her so much but still, she entertained the idea.

now she's 20 years old, lo'ak's feeling has grown even more than before and she no longer feels guilty about her romantic and sexual desires for her own brother.

yes, sexual desires.

she has lost count of how many times she cums with neteyam's spilling out of her mouth.

"where’s neteyam going?" tsireya's voice pulls her out of her thoughts. "getting us free drinks." lo'ak snorts, shaking her head as the mental image of her brother flirting with the old man who probably doesn't wash his hand after using the bathroom but has the thickest wallet.

she looks at the two siblings in front of her, seeing the confusion written on their faces. "i dared him," lo'ak explains. "what's with the two of you daring each other, huh?" aonung speaks, or more like shouts. the music has changed to a more upbeat rhythm.

"we're playing truth or dare," lo'ak shrugs before laughing, "well more like a dare or dare because both of us are stubborn!" she cups her hands beside her mouth to make her voice louder so aonung can hear her. 

tsireya laughs at lo'ak's explanation, "you guys are stupid." she throws her head onto aonung's shoulder. a little bit of her drink splashes onto the boy's top from the sudden movement. 

"reya what the fuck?" aonung looks at the now wet spot on his chest. 

the girl hiccups, "sorryyy." she pokes at her brother's chin.

"fuck you," aonung says annoyingly.

"fuck you too." tsireya pulls away and purposefully tips the last bit of alcohol on the taller boy's shirt before immediately scrambling to her feet and running away from the table.

"tsireya!!" aonung shouts but the girl is no longer to be seen. "that little fucker," he grumbles under his breath before standing up, walking in the opposite direction, towards the washroom.

lo'ak, who watches the short event unfold, can only think that is how normal siblings should react to a "fuck you".

too bad lo'ak is fucked up in the head to have the same response.

the rest of the night goes by with lo'ak dancing with tsireya, random men grinding their pathetic crotch against lo'ak's ass and more drinking.

neteyam manages to get the old man to buy them two rounds of the most expensive drinks at the bar. it doesn't taste good in lo'ak's opinion but she's not complaining. she's not paying for it so it's all good. and surprisingly the older brother didn't come up with a dare for lo'ak after she told him her choice. he only brushed the girl off.

now the four friends are back at the table. 

tsireya already passed out on the table. her body slouched forward, resting her head on the dirty table. it's quite surprising that she hasn't thrown up yet from how much alcohol she had drank throughout the night. 

aonung is leaning against the seat, half of the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, thighs spread out in front of him as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. lo'ak notices that his eyes look unfocused. that boy probably took something else aside from just drinking.

lo'ak is about to look at her brother when neteyam suddenly lets his body falls into her space, nestling his face at lo'ak's bare shoulder. one side of the tshirt has fallen off her shoulder because of how big the neckline is. 

"bro?" she grabs neteyam's upper arm, shaking the boy lightly. "are you okay?" the younger sister frowns, worried about her older brother. neteyam is not a lightweight, he can handle his alcohol pretty well. so when neteyam suddenly plops his upper body onto her causes her alarms to go off.

neteyam mumbles something against her skin. the younger shivers at the feeling of the boy's wet lips pressed against her exposed shoulder mixed with his hot breath. 

"bro, i c-can't hear, you?" she swallows thickly, trying to will away the hotness that slowly creeps into her lower stomach.

it's probably because of all the alcohol and the loud music, her mind is becoming more hazy and clouded. she's getting worked up from the simple contacts.

her eyes fleet to the boy in front of them, who is occasionally groaning while pressing the ball of his palm against his temple. aonung isn't paying any attention to his surroundings or lo'ak and neteyam.

neteyam peels his face away from lo'ak's skin and closes the distance between them and whispers directly into the younger girl's ear.

"truth or dare, baby sister."

his voice is deeper and more hoarse than usual as he slurs each word at his sister.

"d-da–" neteyam chuckles against her head, "i dare you," he moves his right hand in between lo'ak's closed thigh, tracing featherlight touches on the flesh, "to not moan."

neteyam slouches forward again with his left arm around her waist, pulling the side of her shirt out before lightly digging his blunt nail along the waistline of the skirt. neteyam's other hand is now in between lo'ak's legs, massaging her knees.

"neteyam w-what are y-you...what?"

neteyam hushes his younger sister, inching his hand further up her thighs.

"n-neteyam." lo'ak hand returns to her brother's arm. she doesn't push the boy away but she lets her hand loosely grips the boy's muscle.

"what is it?" the loud music falls deaf to the girl's ears as all she can hear right now is her brother's low voice.

all of her senses are heightened but neteyam is pressing so close to her causing him to be the only thing she can focus on. even when the boy simply hovers his finger above her skin, she gets goosebumps. 

her body stiffens when neteyam inhales deeply at the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent that is now a mixture of the expensive perfume she put on before leaving the house, liquor and sweats from dancing and drinking, all night long.

"we c-can't...people will...they..." lo'ak ducks her head lower, panting when neteyam pushes his hand in between her thigh. the small skirt stops her from spreading her thighs further.

"baby sister, you're so cute." neteyam fondles the soft flesh in his hands roughly, and a short gasp escapes the younger girl's lips. lo'ak bites her lower lips to stop herself from making any more sound. "why?" neteyam snickers. "you're worried people might catch us more than your own brother assaulting you?" the boy taunts, clicking his tongue.

"no, s-stop..." lo'ak speaks, just above a whisper but neteyam can hear her. "stop?" his voice sounds very condescending when he asks. "okay." the older boy pulls both of his hands off his baby sister and pushes his body to sit up straight.

lo'ak's eyes widen, she accidentally knees the table when she tries to grab neteyam's hand. she whips her head in aonung's direction to see his reaction, worried that he might catch what is happening under the table, only to be met with aonung's head lols against the seat. he is already knocked out.

"brother p-please..." neteyam lets lo'ak pull him back to his previous position except this time, his hands are not touching her. "please what lo'ak?" neteyam subtly noses her collarbone, "i did what you told me to."

the girl opens her mouth slightly, to steady her breathing. she needs more, neteyam's face pressed against her shoulder is not enough. 

she needs his hands on her again. 

lo'ak needs neteyam to touch her inappropriately again.

"touch me, b-brother...please," she whines into neteyam's ear, frustrated with the lack of skin-to-skin contact.

"where?"

"i don't- i don't know."

"so how am i supposed to help you?"

"m-my thighs..." lo'ak bites his tongue to stop herself from whining louder than she already has.

"spread your legs for me."

"i-i-i can't."

"why?" amusement drips from neteyam's word. he knows why his sister couldn't open her legs.

"skirt, the- it's too small," lo'ak struggles with her words. she creeps her right arm behind neteyam, grabbing a fistful of the boy's top.

lo'ak's head is slowly dipping lower and lower with each passing second. now it looks like both of them are passed out while leaning against one another.

she grabs her brother's wrist with her free hand and guides it to the front of her crotch area. neteyam only hums, feigning confusion. the girl brings the older bboy'sfingers and brushes them onto the zipper of the skirt. "n-neteyam." lo'ak calls for her brother. 

the older lips stretch into a wicked smile before whispering, "remember your dare. don't wanna lose now, yeah?" he presses at the slider and drags his pointer finger down the chain. neteyam grabs the pull tab between his fingers and unzips her skirt. the zipper stops halfway through the skirt, allowing just enough space for neteyam to fit his hand into it. 

if it were not because of her brother's body leaning against her, lo'ak would've immediately folded forward from the unexpected pleasure coursing through her body when neteyam's warm hand cups her cunt. 

she hears the boy hisses because of her tight grip on his upper arm. lo'ak's nails dig into her brother's bicep. their position is a little bit awkward but the younger girl could care less about that right now.

"b-bro..."

she bites the inside of her cheek when she feels a finger tapping on her clit. she's too sensitive, even the simple tap makes the girl want to moan.

but she can't.

she can't moan or she'll lose.

and lo'ak is not going to lose this stupid game they're playing.

neteyam drags his blunt nail outside of her panty, along the slit of her pussy lips, feeling the girl beneath him shiver from pleasure. neteyam stops when he reaches a specific wet spot on the garment.

he clicks his tongue, "you're already wet," he says disapprovingly.

"what? old men rubbing their dirty dicks on your ass get you wet?" neteyam pretends to retreat his hand but lo'ak is quick to stop him. "no brother, no." the older boy smirks, "you like being stared at by that stupid boy?" he is referring to aonung.

"like having him fuck you with his eyes? hm?" neteyam licks the column at the base of her neck, tasting the saltiness on his tongue from the sweat. "why didn't you just stuff his dick up your hole since it's already dripping so bad?" the older brother noses her shoulder.

"you're–" lo'ak pursed her lips when neteyam hook his finger underneath her panty and tugged at the material, putting pressure on her sensitive clit . "you're w-wrong." she surprises herself for being able to get the two words out.

"why is your panty soaked then, baby sister?"

lo'ak ignores the question, she needs neteyam to stop teasing her and start doing something. "b-brother please...please..." she feels like she is losing her mind the moment she feels neteyam push two of his fingers into her hole. 

the only problem is that he did it from outside of her panty. "please what, lo'ak?" he taps her clit again and this time he lightly pinches it afterwards. "fuck!" lo'ak curses. 

the pleasure is there but it is not enough.

"fuck who? you?" neteyam asks. "as i wish?" he sneers. lo'ak would've bit back if she was not trying to hold back her moan. "you think i didn't hear your dirty mouth earlier?" he confronts the girl. "tell me, little sister, why are you leaking so much?" neteyam obviously knows the answer to that but he loves teasing lo'ak. 

the wet patch becomes bigger as he won't stop circling around the hole, occasionally pushing the fabric of the panty into it with his finger.

he can feel it pathetically trying to clench around his finger when he does so. the mental image of his sister's hole clenches around nothing, trying to feel more pleasure makes his dick twitch in interest.

god, if they were somewhere else, he would've pulled lo'ak to sit on his dick right now. actually, if they are not with people they know, he would've stuffed his cock into the girl's tight heat.

"ne-neteyam– b-brother please– i..." her voice trails off, knuckles turning white from how tightly she grips the boy's wrist, wanting to shove his bigger hands further towards her sopping cunt. "i won't– moan i won't–" she rambles, trying to find the correct word.

neteyam clicks his tongue. he wants to tease the younger more, and hears his sister whimper as he touches her inappropriately, in public, in front of their friends. neteyam wants to do that but he couldn't wait any longer, too eager to finally dips his fingers into lo'ak's tight little hole. he has been dreaming about doing this since forever. 

unbeknownst to lo'ak, her brother's mind is just as twisted and sick as hers, if not more.

he doesn't know how this unusual and sinful attraction he has towards lo'ak comes about.

one morning he woke up with a raging erection and all he could remember was his sister, in between his legs, thin fingers touching the inside of his thigh, pushing both hands closer and closer to his hard cock. lo'ak said something in the dream but he couldn't recall what it was.

he groaned when the mental image of his little sister from the last night's dream replayed in his head. he refused to touch his dick because his thought disgusted him so much. he heard that a cold shower can get rid of unwanted erections.

the issue was that the only thing in his mind,, while the water hit his body is lo'ak nosing his dick and licking a fat stripe from the base to the tip.

his jaw slackened the moment his palm came in contact with his throbbing dick. he had to place one hand on the cold tiled wall as he jerked himself to the thought of his own sister.

he tried to forget about that dream because it was wrong but every time he sees the younger girl, the memory of that dream came rushing back to him. it didn't help that he couldn't get off without the thought of lo'ak sucking his dick and begging him to fuck her.

so he did what he thought was the right thing to do; he got a girlfriend. 

he never liked the girl, heck he doesn't even know that much about her. neteyam only asked her to be his girlfriend because she looked a lot like lo'ak, so that he could use her as an excuse for his disgusting thoughts.

"let's see, shall we?" neteyam pulls the thin fabric to the side. he bites lo'ak's shoulder to stop himself from groaning out loud when he traces the girl's pussy lips — they're so soft, warm and wet. 

he finds the girl's clit and presses on it, earning a choked moan from lo'ak but she quickly bites down her tongue.

she must win.

neteyam stimulates the hardened bud, flicking it, pinching it, rubbing it in practised motions as he hears lo'ak heavily pants directly into his ear.

"in-inside b-brother...put t-them in–" neteyam doesn't have to be told twice. he pushes his middle finger into the hole he has been desiring for so long. 

it feels way better than what he had imagined. the wall inside keeps on contracting, sucking his finger further inside. god, neteyam wants to stick his dick into his sister's pussy so badly.

the boy doesn't wait too long before adding another finger. lo'ak's hole is loose because she is very turned on. neteyam curls his finger, lightly scrapping the inside when he does so. he is too focused on fucking his younger sister with his finger to realize lo'ak is drooling all over his shoulder. 

if only he could see the state lo'ak is in at the moment, he would've cummed immediately.

seriously, who wouldn't? glossy eyes, lips red from being bitten so hard, blush high on cheeks, tongue lols out, looking so fucked out from having her pussy played.

the squelching noises from neteyam pumping his fingers in and out of lo'ak are drowned by the music. lo'ak's cunt is leaking so much, neteyam is sure some of it already dripped onto the seat, darkening its colour. 

the thought of a stranger taking a sit on the still-damp spot turns neteyam on even more. he fucks his fingers faster while lapping at the girl's neck, wanting to taste more of her.

neteyam feels lo'ak's body shakes but no sound comes out from her mouth. the older brother scoffs, impressed by his sister's determination to not moan.

he adds a third finger, now curling them to find that one spot. the spot that will make lo'ak see stars. he moves his other arm around his sister's waist, tugging the girl closer as he snaps his fingers deeper into the lo'ak's tight hole. 

it only takes him a few more thrusts to find his sister's sweet spot. lo'ak moans when neteyam hits this spot. she loses. neteyam wins. a smug grin plastered on the boy's face.

"brother–" hearing lo'ak calls him that, makes him delirious. neteyam is her brother and right now he has three fingers up lo'ak's cunt.

something about this act being so sinful and twisted makes everything so much better. neteyam's stomach churns with pleasure at the thought of committing something so wrong and forbidden. 

if younger him was disgusted with this feeling, 21 years old neteyam relishes in it.

"i won, baby sister." scraping his teeth along lo'ak's ear and bites the lobe. he presses his thumb onto the neglected bud while still pumping his fingers in and out of her. "a-ah net- brother- ah–" now that lo'ak doesn't have to hold back anymore, random words started spilling out from her mouth. 

one of her hands has gotten its way underneath neteyam's top, hiking it a little bit as she tries to find purchase only to end up scratching the boy's lower back. the stings from this go straight to his strained dick making it pulsates inside his pants. 

"bro- fuck! please f-faster– shit," lo'ak begs, mind too clouded to care if she is being too loud or not. she could care less about her friend sitting just a few feet away from them.

neteyam tuts, "too loud, baby sister." snapping his fingers into the hole. "what if you wake them up?" flicking the girl's clit. "or you want them to wake up?" curling his fingers, purposefully avoiding her sweet spot. "want them to see how much of a slut you're for me?" massaging the inner walls. "for your brother?"

god, there it is again. the sick pleasure.

lo'ak shakes her head, mumbling incoherently into neteyam's ear, slurring her words from feeling too much. it only takes a few more minutes before lo'ak's hole clenches around neteyam's digit and warm liquid spill out, thoroughly drenching her skirt and the seat.

neteyam pulls out his hand and she slumps toward the boy. neteyam pulls his head away from lo'ak's shoulder to let the girl presses her face further into the crook of his neck. 

he lifts his soaked hand and watches it gleams underneath the harsh lights of the club. neteyam licks the sticky liquid off his fingers, savouring the taste that coats his tongue.

the boy decides that his baby sister tastes so good. 

the best in fact.