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An Odd Thing to Say

Chapter Two

> I am Yang. Yang I am. I do not like green eggs and ham.

> So, you're in the Yang Gang?

> No, he's way too liberal for me. I'm more into Orangutan Man, or even the Noble Wo--

> Ooooooohkayyyyyyy then.

> Really, though. I _am_Yang.

> Doesn't surprise me. You too are way too much on the same page.

> Great minds, mang. Especially when they're both yours.

> You suck at L4D2, man.

> Whatever. It's been ages since I played it.

> So. Post?

> Yepperoni.

Come on... come on... almost... almost...

"Fuck yeah!" the young fox cheered, punching a black hand into the air. "Headshot, bitch!"

"Don't get cocky--the terrorists still have the bomb!"

"Forget it, Alex," Nick said, thumbing the button that activated his mic. "We outnumber them five to one, and I've still got half a clip left--"

"M-4s are magazine-fed, Nick."

Nick sighed, but grinned. Fucking Alex, that gun nut was obsessed even in Counter-Strike. He'd once made the mistake of asking him if there were any major differences between real guns and guns in videogames, only to be led into a two hour... lecture, more than conversation. Which, Nick had to admit, was fascinating, or would have been, had he not been playing Counter-Strike.

Still, Alex was a good guy, in CS as well as IRL. By far, the best he'd ever met through--

"Shit--that was a grenade. We're all down, Nick... it's all on you."

"Shit."

Nick took the time to reload his M-4 and then crouched in the tunnel between the two bomb sites. He scanned back and forth, peering down the sights of his weapon... the remaining terrorist would come, one way or the other, and when he did, he'd get a fresh, full clip of--

"M-4s are magazine-fed, Nick."

"What?" Nick said, starting to turn halfway--but then his monitor, his whole computer went off, just as the remaining terrorist jumped into view and started to spray gunfire.

"What the fuck?!"

IRL, he stood up and turned around and threw down his headset and ohhhh, shit.

Sarah. Standing there, right in front of him, looking mean. I mean, she looked beautiful of course, busty, curvy even in her tank top and short shorts, red hair all mussed up and smelling strongly of sex. But she was angry and by instinct, Nick stepped back.

Undeterred, Sarah marched up to him, right up to him, towering over him--well, not as much as she had, once upon a time--thank you hormones--but she still had the strength to grab him by the throat, taking him in a one-handed chokehold. All the young fox could do was feebly paw at her hands.

"Tell me, you little shit, and you better not lie," she growled, "were you watching me? Well?" she said, shaking him hard.

"What? No!" Nick lied. "I was just in here playing CS and jackin' it to hentai--GAK! Sarah, I'm gonna die!"

She let him fall to his knees, massaging his throat, glowering over him. On her face was a mixture of pity, vague guilt, and some disappointment that even at his age, she could still bully him. If she wanted to do something, he couldn't do anything to stop her.

"Whatever," the vixen said moodily, starting to leave his room. "But watch yourself, you little punk. Dinner better be good... I'm tired, and sore."

Finally Nick got to his feet, glaring after his sister's swaying ass. Fuck, those hips, and she knew how to use them too.

"Thanks for the TMI!" he yelled after her, slamming his door. "Fucking sore, fucking tired... fucking dinner," he growled to himself. "Fucking light switch controlling the wall outlet..."

Tender A5 Wagyu, grilled medium rare and topped with chopped chives that he had sprinkled on a la Salt Bae. One advantage of being in charge of the cooking was that Nick had actually gotten to be pretty good at it, and one advantage of having loaded parents was that he could afford essentially whatever he wanted.

And this was a special day. A special dinner. With a spring in his step, Nick sat the table and had just little a candle when Sarah made her way in from the pool out back. She might have wrapped a towel around her hips, but they kept sashaying, oscillating anyway, and the towel did nothing to hide her big, soft, jiggling tits, barely concealed by a bikini so skimpy it didn't bother with a pattern.

But for once, Nick didn't get aroused. He just smiled wider as Sarah sat down and lowered her head. A moment later, he did the same, waiting for her to finish the prayer before starting to cut into his steak.

"I never did understand," he said, "why you're so strict about praying. I mean, it's not like you're exactly against... you know, sleeping around."

"I don't sleep. I fuck," Sarah said simply, arching a brow at Nick. "And besides, Jesus made friends with whores... and that's all I am, except I don't get paid for it. Usually, anyway."

Nick pretended to cough and kept eating. For some reason, though, Sarah kept looking at him. He flushed--shit, could she tell?

"So... how are you... you know, doing?" she asked.

Nick blinked. It was odd for Sarah to frankly give a damn about him, one way or the other. ...Whatever. She was just being polite.

"Same old. CS, homework, sometimes I hang out with Alex or the guys," he shrugged. "Oh yeah, there's that dance Friday, the Cotillion... I was thinking of going--"

"Oh yeah?" Sarah said. "Who's your date, your left hand?"

She laughed at the way Nick flushed, but then they were both dumbstruck when he heard himself, say, "My left hand doesn't put out as much as your mouth, sis."

For a moment, Nick felt his blood run cold. But Sarah just paused--thought--shrugged. He had a point, she seemed to accept.

"Seriously, though," she indicated at him with her fork, "are you going with anyone? Because if you're not, do yourself a favor and either get the guts to ask someone to dance when you're there, or just don't go. You don't want to be just another guy, leaning against the wall awkwardly, while the girls giggle and point at you and giggle again. It's cringey--and worse, it's cliché."

"Yeah, that's true," Nick said. He took a bite of steak. "I meant to ask Christine, but she was absent yesterday and I don't have any other classes with her this week... so, if she's there... I'll ask her to dance, I guess."

"No I guess," Sarah said. "Be decisive. Forward. Aggressive, even. Girls like that. And besides, if I hear the wrong thing about you, you're gonna get it," she said. "I've got a reputation to maintain, and no matter what else... you are my little brother."

Nick found himself staring at his sister. He was confused, disgusted, and a little bit... proud wasn't the right word. He knew he had a lot to live up to--forget that she was a slut, or a whore as she put it, but she was on track for Valedictorian and was a socialite to boot. And he always had been the black sheep...

"Thanks for dinner, by the way," she said. She stood, and cleared the table of her dishes--and Nick's too, for that matter. "The steak was on point. That meat you used... wow. Savory, and salty, and a little sweet. It reminds me of something... what could it be?" Sarah said.

"What could it be, indeed..."

The panther had left some time ago, and after swiping right a few dozen times, finishing up the last of her homework, Sarah had showered, told Nick that she was in the mood for a nice thick slab of meat, and turned in for a brief nap.

Nice... thick slab of meat.

Thick... slab of meat...

Nick had waited for an hour or so, and at that point, he had quietly stolen up to Sarah's door for the second time that day. Once there, he had peered in and indeed, the vixen was on her bed in her tousled bedclothes, limbs splayed out, mouth half-open as she quietly slept. And if there was one thing about Sarah, she could sleep through a mortar attack. In fact she had done, when she was totally in Afghanistan.

He snuck into her room. No--he walked right up to her. Snapped his fingers. The vixen didn't stir.

"Hey. HEY," he said loudly--and although Sarah twitched, she didn't wake. She was still fast asleep.

Nick swallowed. Then he began to unzip his pants.

This was crazy. This was stupid and actually kind of gross--and pretty rapey too. And what shocked him the most about all that was that it had him hard, harder than he had been even that morning when he had jacked it to the sight of his sister getting ploughed. Now, he was about to... about to...

He gulped. His cock was hot, hard, and ready in his hand, just inches from the vixen's face. But just in case... he pressed the shaft against her nose. Sarah twitched--seemed to smile in her sleep--and opened her mouth just a little more. And sure, she had a deadly sharp teeth of a predator, but sex!

Inch by inch, Nick slid his growing cock into her mouth. He dared go as far as pressing the head against the entry to her throat... Sarah's throating skills were legendary, but he didn't dare to test them when she was asleep. Either she'd bite his dick off, or he'd knock her out unconscious... and as hot as that was, it was probably a little dangerous. A little too dangerous.

And besides... fu-u-u-uck was this good! His left hand had nothing on this--not even his right hand--not even after a week of waiting for Big Wet Vixen Tits 5! Her mouth was soft and wet and warm and so tight around his cock, he could barely believe that she'd be able to throat it. The thickest part of his shaft was wider than her mouth unless she REALLY stretched.

And besides... fuck! Nick started to gently thrust his cock into his sister's mouth, guiding himself with his hand until--barely thirty seconds after starting--he arched his head back and started to cum. There was so much of it--much more than this morning--and he had to aim carefully to get it all into her mouth, into her throat.

When he was done, and his cock was mostly limp, he found himself panting, staring at Sarah and her half-open mouth, filled with his cum. With a finger, he wiped a stripe of it from her cheek and rubbed it against her lip... and then, all on her own, the vixen swallowed once... then twice... then a third time... and then his cum was gone.

She seemed to smile. Or maybe it was just him. Or maybe it was just time to get the Hell outta Dodge and try not to think about what he had just done.

(Comment if you want me to continue. See you next chapter.)