Weekend in the City (nothingbutporcelain and The_PG)

Callie Simpson walked into the bar, immediately heading to the counter and taking a seat. She was a regular at this place. It was one of her favorite spots to come drinking since she knew she could always count on the bartender to serve her alcohol despite the fact that she was only nineteen years old. Plus he gave her free drinks all the time so that was also a nice perk of the place. Of course all of this wasn't exactly free of charge. No one would be that nice without getting something in return. He expected her to sleep with him at least once a week and give him head practically whenever he wanted it in order for their deal to continue. She didn't mind it since she loved fucking. The bartender wasn't the best looking guy in the world but as long as she closed her eyes while he was inside of her she would deal with it.

To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. Callie's parents had always neglected her and praised her older brother. Callie was the one who always got terrible grades and did things that made them ashamed of her. Her parents were quite wealthy so she made sure to do whatever she could to do things they wouldn't approve of. She had even slept with a few of her teachers. That was how naughty she was. That was why she was always drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex.

Callie had also always been thin for as long as she could remember. And of course her methods of getting this thin weren't exactly healthy. She did coke all the time so that was partly why she was so thin and it was also because she was constantly starving herself so she would stay as thin as possible. She just hated the way food made her feel. She felt best when she had an empty stomach. But this wasn't shocking at all since she came from a rich family. Of course she would want to look as perfect as possible and her definition of perfection was being thin. But Callie actually looked good despite how small she was. It was a look that worked for her. She was very fragile and breakable but guys usually liked it. It meant that she was easy to push around in the bedroom. Plus it didn't hurt that Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. To her it wasn't good unless she was bleeding.

She grabbed her cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had the same kind of arrangement with her dealer as she had with the bartender. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. None of the people working there knew she was only seventeen but they probably would let her work there even if they knew because she was so amazing. This was one of the many ways she liked to rebel against her parents. If they knew she was taking her clothes off in front of strange, older men three nights a week they would die from embarrassment and shame.

Her brother was meeting her at the bar soon. She hadn't seen him in about a week and she as dying to see him. Callie and her brother had always been very close. Her parents had never been there for her so whenever she needed someone to talk to she would always go to her big brother. It was weird for her now that he was married and he had a family. She'd never admit it to anyone but sometimes she got jealous of his wife because she was hogging him and taking him away from her. It wasn't fair. She was tied to her brother through blood. She thought that she should always come first to him, not his wife.

Callie was sitting at the bar sipping her vodka and waiting for her brother to come to the bar. She was so excited to see him tonight since it would just be the two of them. They hadn't spent a night like this together in forever. She imagined he needed a break from his family so she was happy to give him one. A guy eventually came up to her and began hitting on her. It wasn't shocking at all that the guys were already approaching her. She was like a magnet for guys, they couldn't stay away from her. She giggled softly at something he said, not minding it when he placed a hand on her thigh. There was nothing wrong with having a little fun before her brother arrived but the second he got here he would be getting all her attention. No one was better than her big brother so it was only right that he didn't have to share her with anyone else.

Callie was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1" and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked.

Callie was really working the guy, giggling at everything he said so he would think he was so funny. Realistically he wasn't funny at all and he sounded lame but she craved the attention. She loved knowing that every single guy in the bar was looking at her and wishing they could have a chance with her. Well none of those guys were going to get her tonight because tonight she belonged to her brother. Maybe that sounded wrong but she didn't care. She missed him. It was horrible how he lived so far away from her so they never got to see each other. Well she wanted that to change and she was going to make sure to talk to her brother about that tonight. Callie needed her big brother to look out for her from time to time. It wasn't like her parents paid any attention to her. She lived in their house but it was like they were total strangers because they never talked to each other. That was just fine with Callie though. Her parents were snobs. It was better if they talked as little as possible.

If anyone was ever a success that person would be Brett Simpson. From a tough childhood to the Vice-President and Co-Founder of Financial iWiz and iWiz.com he was everything that people imagined when they heard the words "American Dream." While it wasn't rags to riches (his parents were fairly wealthy people) it certainly wasn't the ideal home with adulterous relationships and petty squabbles always dividing his parents. Not to mention a sister who was... Rebellious, to say the least. He'd turned decent grades, a small inheritance, and hard work into a multi-million dollar company that very soon would become a multi-billion dollar conglomeration if things kept on going as they were.

Brett's professional success paled in comparison to his social and private success. Good looking, charming, and handsome he had met, dated, and married the governor's daughter at his local high school. He played golf with a Senator once a month, and twice with three different Congressmen. There were some who thought he would run for president, or at the very least Senator someday, and he never dispelled those claims, but neither did he encourage them. Being one of the largest donation givers in the state he also had countless friends amongst the City and State police, fire houses, post office, heck even the local Wal-mart managers were people that called themselves friends of his.

The family life had also smiled good fortune upon Brett. He had two sons and a daughter. Their ages were four, three, and two. The last one had nearly prompted him to get a vasectomy, until his wife showed him that condoms were not all that bad, though he still didn't like them as much as the real thing.

In fact that was probably one of the worst aspects of his life. His sex life. Ever since the kids his wife, Valerie, the governor's daughter, had begun to shy away from his advances. Sure they still did it, and did it fairly well, but no longer was she the kiddy goodie-tooshoo who wanted to try something dirty. It was more of a... Relaxing-internal-massage for her, than a chance to explore and have crazy sex.

Brett couldn't stand that.

While he wasn't planning on getting any of that sort of thing, the lack of it was the reason he was taking the hour long trip into the city for a visit with his much younger, and long lost sister. He'd been close with her throughout high school. She being the little shadow and him being the 'cool' teenager that he was, but as soon as she got into high school and he'd been working (after college) she seemed to have grown away from him. Getting into boys, booze, and drugs apparently. That was what mother would have him believe anyways. In fact that was his excuse to Valerie; he was checking in on little Callie to reassure his nagging mother that she was okay and not dead in some crack whore house. He doubted that, for while Callie was rebellious and shocking, she wasn't a junkie, or at least he didn't think she was. All in all it would be a lot more relaxing than his endless meetings, and the silly parties he and Valerie attended.

A whole weekend in the city. He couldn't wait.

By the time he arrived he had switched off his work phone, and only ten people had his personal number. Callie was one of them. She hadn't called it in a very long while, so he had. She seemed to be quite excited about meeting him. Just as excited, if not more so, than him at the very least.

Brett parked the car and gave himself a one over in the mirror. This was a premier bar in the city, so he had to look his best. He was wearing a silver-blue suite with lightly red tinted shades that had gold metallic rims. His well tanned and handsome face topped by jet black hair that for this night was spiked. The suit jacket was open, revealing a blue shirt beneath, the top button he had left undone and he wore no tie. Not tonight. His four hundred dollar shoes were the most comfortable in his closet, especially compared to the three-thousand dollar echelon he owned. As he walked past the bouncer, greasing his palm with a hundred dollar bill, he barely looked at anybody. They didn't have to know who he was; only he did.

Once in the bar it wasn't hard to spot Callie. She always chose the limelight, and already had several guys hanging on her every word. One of them was literally drooling. Thankfully a waiter was already escorting him outside. Brett casually, and carefully made his way through the crowds until he was several seats down from Callie, from there he ordered gin & coke, and watched her. Waiting to see if she would spot him, by his second drink she hadn't, so he took it and slipped up next to her. Leaning over he whispered into her ear.

"Boo baby-cakes!" That was a name he had used with her when she was a little girl, and loved birthday cakes more than anything in the world.

Once she recognized him he gave her a hug, and immediately noticed how thin she was; perhaps she was on some sort of drug? It didn't take long to confirm this, and that pissed him off a little... But another, bigger side of him, thought that perhaps she knew how to party? A little too hard, but party nonetheless.

There was nothing they really needed to 'talk' about.

So that meant they were both here to party.

"What are you drinking tonight baby-cake, hmm?" He knew she drank, even though she was underage. Hell, he was the one that started her on it!

Callie always loved flirting with guys and making sure all eyes were on her so it wasn't shocking at all that she started flirting with three different guys right after sitting down at the bar. She already had the bartender under her charm. He hadn't made her pay for her first drink of the night and she doubted he would make her pay for the rest either. She really loved being good looking. If she was ugly she would never get this much attention. Callie really had no idea what she would do with herself then. She couldn't imagine a life without all this attention. She needed to have all these guys hanging onto her every word, it made her feel alive. Yes, her parents hated her and thought she was a whore but that didn't matter. All these guys thought she was incredible. Of course the only reason they were talking to her and flirting with her was because they wanted to get her into bed. Callie wasn't naive, she knew how it worked. Normally she would be after the same thing as them but tonight she was only going to be spending time with her big brother. It wasn't every day that he came into the city to spend a whole weekend with her. There was no way she was going to waste her time with these losers when she could be with her amazing older brother.

Callie actually jumped a little when he came up behind her because she hadn't been expecting anyone to come up behind her like this. The second she heard her brother's voice her shoulders relaxed and she felt safe again. For a second there she thought someone was sneaking up on her and trying to hurt her. She was relieved that it was her big brother. He was finally here to see her. It'd been at least a few months since she last him so she was really dying to see him and catch up on his life. She didn't really care to hear much about his wife but she knew she would have to deal with it if he wanted to talk about her. Callie and Valerie never really got along. Callie blamed her for taking her brother away from her and Valerie was sometimes bothered by how close she and Brett were. But she just didn't understand that Brett was all Callie had. He was the one person in this world who she could count on to really be there for her and support her. She loved him to death.

"Brett, it has been way too long!" She said with excitement, giving him a wide smile. She was really glad that he chose to use his cute little nickname for her. She loved it. It made her feel like she was a little girl and not an eighteen year old who was about to graduate high school in a few months. "I have missed you so much! Promise me you'll never stay away from the city for this long again!" She told him, hugging him tightly. She wished she could stay in his arms like this forever but she knew she couldn't. That might be a little weird. She knew that it was also partly her fault that they hadn't seen each other for so long. She could have gone out to see him and stay with him and Valerie and their kids but that just wasn't something she was interested in. The thought of spending all that time with three kids under the age of four. It sounded like torture to her. Callie really didn't know how he could stand being around that all the time.

"I was having vodka. I'm done with this one, time for another!" She said after downing the rest of her vodka. She knew she couldn't have too many drinks tonight. She always got a little tipsy after one or two drinks. Callie usually tried not to have more than four drinks. Really three could get her completely drunk since she was such a lightweight. She was tiny so the alcohol went through her system right away. "Tell me how you've been. I want to hear every single detail of your life. I've missed you so much big brother! You can't ever leave me again!" She said, giggling softly as she scooted her chair closer to his. They were the kind of brother and sister who were always very touchy feely with each other. Callie was always close to her brother, sometimes she would even sit on his lap.

While the club didn't seem like the best place to be catching up to Brett, he told himself that he should just relax and let the drinks get to him before Callie decided he was really a stuck up office prude. With a smile he ordered two more drinks, knowing he would be having a third anyways after he was finished what was in his hand. Glancing over his sister with the slight bit of alcohol he already had in his veins did not give him the luxury of ignoring the blatant wrongness of what he was doing, but he somehow managed to beat down his own qualms and appreciate her beauty. Brett was able to do this by imagining it was what his sister would want; she liked it when men appreciated her beauty and he certainly was appreciating it. That was for certain.

"The kids are great, so is Val, you should come visit. Little Brittany has been asking for her Auntie C," With a smirk he added, "I know that's wrong of me, hitting you with the guilt right away, but I'd probably forget to if I wait any longer. Still, things are going well... Very smooth, like we are waiting for whatever comes next." Almost too well, he did not add, and it was the truth. Lately he'd been getting, well not depressed, but anxious about something bad happening and the longer things went well, the better chance of something bad occurring. This was all thanks to his business models which predicted the negative along with the positive, but goddamn! He needed to relax.

"I did need a break though. The office is getting kind of boring," Quickly he raised his hand in defense, "I know you always tell me it is, but it's not always... It's just lately."

Grinning, he gave her a quick look as their drinks arrived, "So what about you? Staying out of trouble I hope?"

They both knew that was a faint hope, and more than likely not true. How a girl could be as... Independent, but as clueless as Callie always surprised Brett. To be quite honest he had no idea how Callie survived, and he wasn't all that sure that he wanted to besides the vaguely warm notion he'd stuck with about their parents money. He caught her eyes as she seemed to be searching for something in his own, without even knowing it Brett immediately relaxed and his face went from businessman to brother in under a second. Something about Callie searching for a person to trust just turned his heart into mush... He knew it was because in his mind she was still the little girl who stuck to his leg like glue even when he was old and moving out, and he didn't want to let that go. Not yet.

Callie was glad that her brother was having a few drinks with her. She was always so worried that family life turned him into a boring guy but now she could see that he knew how to have just as much fun as he used to when they were both much younger growing up together. Of course back then Callie hadn't been drinking since she was a little girl. She was now eighteen and technically she still wasn't supposed to drink but of course she never let that stop her. Guys didn't mind serving her alcohol when she was underage as long as she promised to give them a little something in return and of course Callie never minded selling her body for sex. That wouldn't be happening tonight thought. Her big brother was finally getting to spend some alone time with her and she wasn't going to ruin their time together by going off and hooking up with some other guy.

She smiled at him when he mentioned how his daughter missed her. She didn't mind that he was trying to guilt trip her into visiting. Callie actually did feel bad that his daughter missed her. It wasn't his kids that she wanted to stay away from, it was his wife. She just didn't like being around her. Maybe it was because she was a little jealous of Val. She still saw that woman as the bitch who took her brother away from her. Of course Callie would never tell her brother or his wife that. But she knew Val had to know that she disliked her. Val didn't really try to hide the fact that they didn't get along. Truthfully Callie always thought Val was a little jealous of Callie because she and her brother were so close.

"Well you came to the right place. I'm going to give you a nice break, Brett. We're going to have such a good time together tonight. I promise you that you won't be thinking about the office at all tonight." She told him with a smirk on her face. Callie was definitely planning on them getting very drunk tonight. Things were always so much more fun when you had a little alcohol in your system. At least that was Callie's opinion.

"You know I am, big brother. I am your innocent little sister.." She giggled softly after saying this because they both knew this wasn't the truth at all. Callie was about as far away from being innocent as any girl could get. "I know how to take care of myself, you don't need to worry about me although I do like it when my brother comes by to check on me every once and awhile. I miss you so much when you're gone, big brother." And then she decided to wrap her arms around him and give him another big hug because she missed him so much while he was gone. She didn't think it was weird at all for her to hug him. Sisters hugged their brothers all the time.

The hug was a little bit of a surprise. Brett had forgotten how much of a hands on person his little sister was. Callie also apparently didn't know the difference between hugging her brother and one of the douche bags in flaming red cars who'd buy her booze or slip her something white and powdery that wasn't a donut. Her chest pressed against him, and her hands felt places that they didn't need too. But the fact that he now had a few drinks inside of him kept from mentioning it, or hell, even letting it bother him. Brett had always enjoyed how his little sister felt again him even when he'd been in college and knew it wasn't exactly right to feel that way. Still, he'd always decided that it didn't matter since he knew nothing would ever happen between them. At worst he might have just jerked off a few times to thoughts... Nothing more. In the bar though, the hug did seem a little weird, still he hugged her back and even turned to give her a kiss behind her little ear. She had always blushed and shivered when he'd done that and she was little, Brett laughed a little too loudly as Callie did so once again.

"Still innocent and shy, eh?" He asked as she slowly let go of the hug after his surprise kiss. Once again, he knew that she was anything but.

"We should dance," Brett said suddenly, as he raised his eyebrow and gave a rather dazzling smile. Taking her drink out of Callie's hand and placing it with his own on the bar he smoothly slipped out of his seat and pulled her along with him. The pulsing music had turned the dance floor into a writhing, thriving, jiving dance floor that squirmed and bounced together with a strange harmony that seemed to nearly lack it. It was a strange type of chaotic order that did not make much sense at all to anyone watching, but to those doing, it made plenty of sense. As the brother and sister slipped onto the floor together everything made sense to Brett, especially with the little bit of alcohol running through his blood.

"Come along Callie, let's see if you still got it, c'mooon baby-cakes."

Brett had not danced in a very long time, but he had used to be a very good dancer. To him it was like riding a bike. He got right back on, and was easily able to step right into the stream of music as it flowed through his body. One beat at a time. He glanced at Callie and threw her a bright white smile, his teeth glowing green, red, and then blue because of the pulsing strobe lights. Brett moved closer to Callie; his hands sliding against her sides. Not hesitating to stray close to her cute little butt. The familiar feeling of being with his sister, along with the alcohol, gave very little thought to the morality of the situation.

Callie always loved hugging her brother very tight and she never worried about the hug being inappropriate between a brother and a sister. That really didn't matter. They were very close so she knew her brother wouldn't think it was weird at all. In fact he would probably be more likely to think it was weird if she didn't hug him like this. He would think something was wrong with her. Callie was a very affectionate person and this didn't change just because it was her brother she was hugging. She felt so good with his arms around her. It got lonely being in the city without her brother so she was very glad that he was here with her now. he would definitely make sure she was safe when he was around. The city was a dangerous place so she always loved having her brother around to protect her. Plus he was just so much fun to be around. Thank God his wife didn't come with him. That would have sucked all the fun from their weekend together. They didn't need his wife around ruining things for them.

She nodded when he asked her if she was still innocent and shy. Callie definitely wasn't either of those things but she liked acting all innocent around her brother. She didn't want him knowing that she was really a huge slut who loved sleeping around as much as possible. He was her big brother. He would probably worry about her if he knew all the bad things she did while living in the city. It was just better if she kept him in the dark about some things.

"We should dance! That's an excellent idea, big brother!" She said with excitement in her voice. Callie always loved dancing. It was so much fun. Plus she was really good at it. Since she worked as a stripper to get some extra money that her parents didn't know about that gave her a lot of experience with dancing. Her brother was definitely her favorite person to dance with. She would pick him over some stranger any day.

"Of course I still have it! You're crazy if you think I don't!" She said while giggling softly. Callie barely had anything to drink so far but she was always in a good, wild mood like this. Callie was very spontaneous and she was always trying to have as much fun as possible. Her good mood really had nothing to do with alcohol.

She followed him out to the dance floor, loving how he put his hands on her sides right away. Her brother was a very good dancer. She definitely loved dancing with him. She was a little shocked when she felt his hands on her butt but she definitely wasn't complaining. This was her brother, he could touch her wherever she wanted. She knew it was completely harmless. Nothing would ever happen between them. She turned around and began to grind her ass against his brother's crotch, not even thinking about how he might have a reaction to what she was dancing. This was the way she danced. Callie wasn't going to change how she danced just because she was with her brother. That would be silly.

This time Brett wasn't surprised in the least bit. It was probably because at this point he was expecting her ass against his crotch, or at least wanting it, but either way the fact that Callie ended up doing exactly what he wanted mattered not to him. The way he moved was rather hypnotizing, and it was not long before he felt himself reacting; growing within his expensive pants. He made no bones about it, and didn't even attempt to hide it. Instead he just smirked when Callie looked back at him with a little question in her eyes. At that point he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a little spin so that they were once again face to face and very, very close. He stepped close, sliding his leg between hers as they danced. He moved forward, pressing their chests together and arching Callie backwards slightly; showing off her beautiful curves. Leaning very close he breathed into her ear, just underneath the noise of the club.

"You haven't lost a step babyum-cakies." He chuckled, again a little too loudly, before placing one more of Callie's favorite kisses just beneath her ear. Then slowly he drew his leg out from between hers, and slowly backed away so they could both get back to dancing.

Still, even though he had backed away that did not mean his hands had left her body for one second. He was carefully memorizing each and everyone of her soft curves, and flat surfaces. If he'd been a little less drunk he would have been concerned with just how skinny she had gotten. As it was he simply found every part of her... Memorizing. Her firm, but smooth stomach. Soft hips and tight ass, even her strong thighs were smooth and curvaceous to his delicate touch. He really did not want to stop dancing. Between his buzz and the delightful feelings in his pants it was almost like he was high... God, he wanted to be high. It would be so much fun! Especially with Callie. Carefully he pulled her close, and as he did so he ran both his hands up over her thighs all the way up to her shoulders before bringing her wrists up around his neck as the music slowed into a bit more of a bluesy, jazz style and the lights dimmed.

"Wow, this place is hot..." He whispered softly, before adding. "Callie... I wanna get high, you won't tattle, will you?" His eyes sparkled with playfulness, as he'd done so many time before when he asked her not to tattle-tale on him. She never had. Not once, and he doubted she would do so this time either.

Callie really enjoyed grinding her ass against her brother's cock. She didn't care if most people would think this was very wrong. No one at this club even knew that Brett was her brother. They probably just assumed he was her boyfriend or some guy she was planning on hooking up with. They would never think that she would actually dance this way with her own brother. She was pretty shocked that while she was dancing she felt something hard pressing against her. It was true that she and Brett had always been very close but she never thought her brother would react this way to her dancing. She looked up at him and she knew he knew she could feel how hard he was right now. Luckily he spun her around right away so she didn't have to think about it anymore. It wasn't a big deal. She wasn't going to let something this small ruin her night with her big brother. It was natural for a guy to get hard when a girl was rubbing against him like that anyways. Callie wasn't at all shocked by it.

"Thank you." She smiled widely at him when he complimented her on her dancing skills. Then he gave her another one of those kisses that always made her blush. She hadn't realized just how much she had missed her brother until she got to see him right now. She was never going to let him stay away from her for this long again. It was just wrong.

She smiled widely at him once she felt her big brother pull her body close to his once again. This time since they were facing each other she could really press her body tightly against his. It felt so amazing. She could feel his eyes on her and she knew that he was staring at her body. Callie didn't think it was weird at all. She was a little tipsy so she didn't even mind it when he ran his hands up her thighs. They were just dancing, there was nothing wrong about this. It was completely harmless. Her brother was a married man. He would never want her in that way.

She wrapped her arms around his neck again, keeping her face very close to his as they danced. Their lips were only inches apart. It would be so easy for her to lean in and kiss him right now. She didn't know why but she suddenly got the urge to do that. She stopped thinking about that when her brother told her he wanted to get high. "Of course I won't tattle, big brother. You know your secrets are always safe with me." She smirked at him. "Luckily for you I just happen to have some coke on me. Should we go find a bathroom and do a few lines or do you want to go home and do it there?" She had to move her lips closer to her brother's ear when she asked him this since the music was so loud. Because of this she had her breasts firmly pressed against her brother's strong chest.

As Callie moved her lips over his ear Brett felt a tingle run down his spine. It ended at the tip of his cock with a powerful throb. He shivered and licked his lip as he looked down onto a bare patch of skin. It was her throat, and without thinking he bent and kissed it softly, allowing his tongue to drag along the surface a bit longer than he should have, or would have if he'd been more sober. In the end it dragged all along her smooth, slightly salt skin all the way up to just below her ear where he kissed again before finally replying to her question. "Here," He knew he was in no condition to drive, and if they did it here it would be... More dangerous, something he was not used to and hadn't done since. Well, he had never been really dangerous and tonight, for whatever reason, he wanted to be. No. He needed to be dangerous.

"C'mon," He slowly backed away, pulling her with him toward the bar where he stopped to pick up drinks for both of them. Then together he pushed his way into the females bathroom; ignoring the dirty glares he was given as he pulled Callie into a stall with him and locked the door.

With a smirk he leaned against the stall wall. Noting with satisfaction that it was much cleaner than any male latrine. He sipped his drink and waited casually. Sadly, the bit of hysteria that had overtaken him on the dance floor was gone. He didn't feel regret for the kiss and... Lick? That he had given his sister, but he also swore to himself that he wouldn't do it again. There wasn't much to say though. Callie looked thrilled to help her big brother out the way he had helped her out plenty of times when she was in high school and needed booze, or something to make sure a certain party went right. With anther sip of his drink, Brett eyed Callie's ass as she bent over and began fixing up their little party. It was perfect, and it hadn't changed much from what he remembered.

"God, you're fucking awesome. I haven't cut loose like that in... I don't know how long. Probably since college, yea, definitely since then... Damn, it's hot..." Setting his drink down, Brett removed his fancy suit top and hung it on one of the hooks coming out from the stall room door. Then he rolled up the sleeves on his hundred dollar top, and even unbuttoned it down the middle. Finally he looked up at Callie with his eyes smiling, "That stuff ready?"

Callie was so shocked when she felt her brother move his lips to her throat so he could kiss her there. Callie thought it was fine for them to dance like this with each other but she did know it was not normal for her brother to be kissing her like this. Of course that didn't mean she minded it or that she was going to try to make him stop. No, that definitely was not the case at all. She was shocked to find that she actually enjoyed it when her brother kissed her neck and then kissed below her ear like he normally did. She licked her lips as she thought about what else she wanted her brother to do to her. The possibilities were endless.

She was pretty shocked to find out that he wanted to do the coke here. That would be very risky but Callie was definitely in the mood to be risky tonight. She did coke many times in the bathroom here but never before did she do it with her brother. Callie had a feeling that doing coke with her brother was going to be so much more fun than doing it with all the random guys she used to do coke with in the past. She couldn't wait.

She giggled softly when her brother guided her over to the bar so they could get some drinks before entering the girls bathroom. She really loved how her brother took charge and acted all demanding. She didn't care about the dirty looks people were giving them. They were allowed to do whatever they wanted.

Callie followed him into the bathroom and immediately took the bag of cocaine out. She had planned on using all of the coke for herself but she was very glad that she could share it with her brother. It was always so much more fun to do coke with someone else instead of doing it alone.

She couldn't help but smile widely when her brother told her that she was awesome. Hearing him call her that made her heart speed up so fast in her chest. Her brother was her favorite person in this world so of course she loved knowing that he thought she was awesome. It made her feel on top of the world. "You should come into the city more often. We'll do this all the time. You need a break from your job some of the time. I promise I can make you feel good, Brett." She told him with a smirk on her face. "Yep, everything's ready. I set up two lines for each of us to start with." She told him and smirked when she saw that she had unbuttoned his shirt. "Come on, just take it off. Here, I'll help you." She grabbed the shirt and smirked at him before ripping it off. "Now all those lucky girls will get to see you topless when we leave this place.." She said, giggling softly. "But now I feel overdressed. Do you think I should take my dress off, big brother? But I'm not wearing any panties today.." She said, giggling softly. "That would be so bad of me!" If she didn't do it now she definitely would want to after she did her lines of cocaine.

Brett raised any eyebrow. Not at Callie's suggestion, it was off the wall crazy like always, but rather at his own reaction. He nearly had just blurted out the word yes. Loudly too. Luckily he managed to stop, but he gave his removed shirt and jacket a quick glance to find some sort of reason amongst this chaotic fun. He then smiled up at Callie and said, "I think you'll have to wait for that baby-cakes. Least till I'm passed out. We wouldn't want anyone getting any ideas, would we? Oh, hang on, I've got an idea..." Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

"I bet you have, but I've never done it with this much money... So, ladies first."

He'd rolled the bill up, and handed it over. Then he watched as Callie did her first line like a pro. It really didn't bother him though. He just smiled as she handed it over to him, but before getting started he cleaned up the residue that she had missed with his pinkie and held it out for her to finish off. Once she'd licked his finger clean he bent over and breathed out slowly, before snorting in quick and short. The blast of chemicals made him cough, and nearly sneeze it all back out, but he managed to not do anything of the sort as his eyes watered and he smiled. Almost immediately he began to feel different, and he smiled over at Callie. It had been, holy crap, way too long since he'd done this much and at this pace, but Callie was having a ball and had already finished her second line. So he went ahead and did his. The second blast was even more potent then the first, and he did sneeze, but luckily none of the powdery gold came back up.

With a silly grin he looked over at Callie, "That was close. heh... Hehehe, oh fuck... This is awesome!"

Brett pulled Callie over to him, and gave her another big hug. As the drugs went to work he slumped back against the wall of the stall, still holding her, and still staying mostly upright except that she was now leaning over into him. "Your the best baby sister ever... I could just..." He paused then, knowing what he was about to say was wrong. So instead he said nothing, and just stared into her eyes; his mouth watering as he let the amazing effects of the little white stuff take control.

Callie had worried that her brother might get mad at her for ruining his expensive shirt so she was really glad that he didn't. But his brother was obviously having way too much fun to get mad at her about anything right now. She was a little disappointed that he didn't say anything about her taking her dress off. Maybe he wanted her to but didn't think it would be appropriate to tell her this. But they really didn't need to try to worry about being appropriate anymore. They had crossed that line a long time ago when she started grinding against him on the dance floor. "Wait to take my dress off? But I don't want to! Come on, I can always put it back on.." She said, giggling softly.

She was pretty shocked when he pulled out a hundred dollar bill to use on the cocaine. "I'm not made of money, Brett. I've never done it with this much money before. I usually use dollar bills.." She said, laughing softly. The kind of guys she hung out with definitely didn't carry hundred dollar bills with them. But then again she did hang out with some older guys who were married. They might have some hundred dollar bills with them.

She grabbed the hundred dollar bill from him and leaned over the cocaine, using it to snort up all of the coke. And of course it felt so good. It hit her almost immediately. She smiled widely at him when he got the rest of the coke on his pinky so she could lick it off. She smirked at him as she licked the coke off his finger, pretending like it was a cock instead of a finger. Callie preferred licking cocks to fingers.

She watched as he did his first line, really enjoying watching him snort up the coke. She thought her brother looked really sexy when he snorted the coke. Once he finished his first line Callie quickly brought her nose down so she could snort her second line. This one was even better than the first line. She was smiling very widely by the time she was done because the drugs were making her feel so good.

She giggled softly when her brother told her how awesome it was then suddenly pulled her into a big hug. She immediately began hugging him back, wanting to stay in his arms like this forever. It was the best feeling in the world. "And you're the best big brother ever, Brett! I couldn't ask for one better than you!" She smiled at him, wishing he would finish his sentence. "Should we do more or have you had enough?" She asked him while giggling softly and making sure to keep her arms wrapped around him tightly, her breasts being smushed against his chest.

They both knew where more was going. They both knew what more really meant. Brett licked his lips, his glance going from Callie to the ceiling and back again. The bliss washing over him was enough to make him want more, but it was not quite enough for him to forget everything. If they went there... If they went there they would definitely not have as much fun. If they went there things would happen that he might not remember, and he wanted to remember everything that may or may not happen tonight. So with a quick shake of his head he covered the bag in Callie hands and pressed it back into her chest. "Not yet," He whispered softly as he brushed a stray bang out of her curiously cute face.

"Save it for later... We've got a long night ahead of us. A really, really long night. Super-duper, hehe, long."

For a second Brett tried to get Callie off him, but then he stopped as he caught a glance of light bouncing off her lip after she bit it. First he was going to ask what was wrong, but then it didn't matter. In that short of an amount of time he had leaned forward and kissed her square the lips. There was no trying to get around it, or working his way toward it, he'd kissed his sister. Sure he was high and drunk, but he knew exactly what he was doing and even though he was doing it rather poorly because of his intoxicated state, it felt amazing. Callie's lips were soft and firm at the same time, her tongue was moving almost like she was trying to talk, but he wouldn't let her; he just kissed her harder and squeezed her soft body against his firm bulk beneath her.

The dull thud of bass from the music on the dance floor was silenced by the rapid beating of Brett's hard as his foggy brain tried to wrap itself around the idea that he was kissing his sister, his fucking hot sister, his fucking hot sister who he was doing coke with too. Man, this was crazy, but it was crazy good. It was right... He kissed her gently, and then hard, and then the kiss broke with the softest sounding sigh in the world. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at Callie, wondering what she might say, or do. She'd always been freaky, but this was... Out of both their worlds.

Callie didn't know if she could handle doing more coke honestly. Things were already getting pretty crazy. She had no idea what they would end up doing if they did more lines. She was actually pretty glad when her brother said that they shouldn't do any more lines yet and that they should save it for later. That sounded good to her. Their high would wear off eventually and then they could do more lines. Or they could always just wait and do the rest tomorrow night. They had the whole weekend to spend together so it wasn't like they were running out of time. But she knew the weekend would be over before they knew it. She loved having her brother here so much and she would be very sad when he left to go back home to his family. She wanted him to stay here with her because she was his family. He was all she had. When he left she got so lonely. He couldn't keep leaving her like this.

Callie was really shocked when all of a sudden Brett brought his lips to hers and began to kiss her. This was the last thing she ever expected him to do. Was this really happening? Was her brother kissing her? Callie didn't know why but she actually kissed him back. At first she was confused and she didn't know what to do but eventually she began to kiss him back. She knew this was so wrong but she didn't care. She wanted her brother so badly and obviously he wanted her too.

Before she knew it her brother was pulling away from the kiss and looking at her, almost like he expected her to say something. He probably didn't know if she would be okay with the fact that he kissed her. They'd never done anything like this before. They were always very close. It was never unusual for her to sit on her brother's lap when they were hanging out together but this was different than that. There was no denying what just happened.

Instead of saying anything to her brother about what just happened she leaned forward and gave him another kiss on the lips. This time she shoved her tongue into his mouth and began massaging his tongue with her own. She jumped up a little so she could wrap her legs tightly around his waist. It was so wrong but she wanted her brother to fuck her right here in the bathroom. She needed him now, she couldn't wait any longer.

She didn't just kiss him back. Callie really kissed him back. It was a full blown kiss that pushed Brett off of a cliff into a water, delightful deluge of pleasure and ecstasy. He fell to the bottom of the pool like a rock. He could not help himself. His hands, they held at her, pulling her body close, and feeling all of those curves that had always been forbidden but all of a sudden weren't. Thanks to a few expensive drinks, and some white powder this was no longer wrong, it was entirely right and perfect. With a growl he began to return the kiss; his tongue sliding along hers, their lips mashing together, and his hands pulling and grasping at every piece of Callie that they could possibly get to it, it... It was wild, it was crazy, it was fun. The smile he saw on her face could only be a reflection of the one on his. He was enjoying himself, having fun, and he both knew and expected this to go much, much further. He couldn't wait for it, and event hough he wasn't coked out of his mind or in danger of getting alcohol poisoning he was OD'ing on something. Excitement. Lust.

It was consuming.

Before he knew it he was at Callie's dress, flipping it up and pulling it off her head.

She hadn't been lying. No panties.

"God, you're fucking gorgeous!" The words were out of his mouth in a second, and he didn't regret a single one. "I want it. I want you, bad, now Callie, right, fucking, now."

With those words Brett stood straighter and taller. His hands beat Callie's to his own waistband and finished undressing himself; his pants falling to the floor. Then he kissed her again. Right into the wall where he took each of her tits in a hand and squeezed them together, his fingers curling into the skin as his lips pressed against hers powerfully. With her legs around him, and his heart beating a hundred miles per hour, sending all the blood to his dick, it didn't take long for the swollen cock to find her pussy. There was a split second of hesitation, not for morality, but just to make sure that it was really the right hole, and he pushed inside of her.

She wasn't particularly tight, but that didn't matter since Brett was rather large, and incredibly horny at that moment. He let loose a grunt as he hammered home and rested there. The bathroom was quiet save for their breathing. Then the door opened and the crazy pulsing music just set Brett off. He pounded into his tiny sister like there was simply no tomorrow. It wasn't rough sex, but it wasn't gentle loving either. It was more like... Two animals mating, and loving it. He completely ignored the fact that they were brother and sister, and instead focused on how perfect this felt. Both their sweaty, fit bodies sliding against each other as he delved deeper and deeper into her velvety core.

"Fuck Callie... This is.... Fuck..." That was all Brett could manage, as he slowed his thrust, but the power increased and he went even deeper inside of her. It seemed like he couldn't get enough, as he kissed both sides of her neck, and squeezed her breasts whenever he could. Brett had snapped, and he had snapped on his little sister.

Callie was so glad to feel her brother kiss her back with the same intensity she was feeling for him right now. She didn't think he would try to push her away since he was the one who initiated the kiss earlier but still she hadn't been sure how he would respond to a kiss this powerful. Luckily he had a very good response to it. She continued to kiss him passionately, never wanting to pull her lips away from his. This was the best kiss of her life, she couldn't get enough of what he was doing to her. She wanted to kiss him forever but luckily she was pretty sure they were going to move onto bigger and better things very soon. She couldn't believe she was really thinking about having her brother's cock inside of her but it was definitely on her mind. She wanted to see how good he would be at fucking her. Callie had a feeling that he would be incredible. A guy who kissed as good as he did had to be amazing in bed.

She was quite shocked when her brother suddenly ripped her dress off and saw that she really wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled widely at her brother when he told her that she was gorgeous. It made her feel so amazing to know he thought that. Her brother's opinion of her was really the only one that mattered. He said she was gorgeous and that made her so happy.

"i want you too, Brett! I need you to fuck me right now!" She screamed out loudly and watched in excitement as he got his pants off as quickly as possible. Callie's eyes immediately lowered to his cock and she got to see just how big he was. Callie was very happy with what she saw. She knew he would feel so good inside of her.

She didn't have to think about this for much longer because before she knew it Brett was suddenly thrusting his cock deep inside of her. She loved how he gave her no warning whatsoever. That was so hot. He knew she wanted this and he didn't have to ask her permission to fuck her. He just took what he wanted right away. It was so like her brother. That was one of the many things she loved about him.

"Oh fuck, that feels amazing!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs as she felt Brett's cock thrust into her over and over again. She didn't care if people outside of the bathroom could hear screams because she was being too loud. In fact she wanted them to hear. She wanted all of them to know that she and Brett were in here having amazing sex. They would all be so jealous and wish that they were the ones with her brother. But they couldn't have him. Brett only wanted her tonight and Callie was so happy about this.

"Fuck me harder, Brett! Yes, fuck me as hard as you can! You can hurt me, I can take it!" She knew her brother might have some trouble with hurting his little sister since he'd been protecting her all of his life but he just needed to get over it and fuck her as hard and fast as possible. She wasn't lying when she said she could take it. Callie was a slut so she was used to being fucked hard. "You are amazing! I love your cock so much! It fits inside of me perfectly!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs before she gave her brother another passionate kiss on the lips.

By this point there was very little thinking involved. The booze, drugs, and Callie made it impossible to think of anything other than what they were doing. Her body simply sucked him in; not just each and ever beautiful curve, or the way her tits felt in his hand, or her skin sliding smoothly against him. But even internally. Inside. Her pussy clamped around his dick hard, like it was trying to peel the skin from his body. It was impossible to remember that she was an absolute pro at this, but that didn't keep him from experiencing the full effect of her abilities. It was almost too much. The pure bliss of what his was feeling, and the strange encouragement that he was hearing.

"Fuck me harder, Brett! Yes, fuck me as hard as you can! You can hurt me, I can take it!"

Hurt her? Brett heard the words in a very fuzzy way through his lust infused mind.

He could... Hurt. Her. Perhaps those were the words that unlocked something deep inside of him. A desire he had hid for many, many years. A desire to hurt and destroy, to break and let loose completely.

"Wha- what?" He muttered softly, slowing for a moment.

Callie didn't like that, and tried to make him fuck her harder.

"Harder?" He asked, his body slowly getting back into the motion. Pushing his sister against the stall wall, and it began to squeak and groan harder. Not nearly as loud as Callie, but loud enough. Slowly his hands began to tighten on her breasts, and then they slid up to her throat in order to kiss her luscious lips harder. Sliding their tongues together as they deepening the kiss even deeper. Brett slowly shifted down, before rising up to slam her up and into the flimsy stall wall. Harder. That was what she asked for; with one hand around her throat the other dropped to her knee, picking it up in order to open her up wider and allow him to push inside deeper. Then his hips really got going. Slamming as hard as he could through Callie and into the wall. "I'm going to..." Once again they slammed together, "Tear you... Apart."

Then all of a sudden it struck him for probably the first time.

"Little sister," A sudden chilling sensation shot through his body as he pounded into her once again. "I'm going to tear my little sister apart," A growl came next, as his hand tightened around her throat and his legs tightened; allowing him to pound into her wet, slick, and absofuckinglutely amazing cunt.

"You ready, baby-cakes?" He breathed, as he kissed the side of her neck, and licked up to her ear. "Big brother is going to teach you how to fuck."

Callie knew that her brother had it in him to really fuck her hard and fast. She doubted his wife ever let him treat her like that. He was probably dying for a good, brutal fucking. Callie knew she certainly loved it when guys were rough with her. Soft, gentle sex was so boring. She much preferred to have bruises covering her body the day after having sex because the sex had been so rough and painful. She always said that sex wasn't any good without pain. Her brother was a strong guy so she was convinced that he would be able to give her what she wanted. And if she screamed out to him and told him what to do to her enough he would quickly get the picture. She always loved rough sex but it seemed like whenever she was high she loved it even more. When she was high on coke the pain felt so much better than when she was sober. She wanted her brother to experience that amazing feeling. It was one thing to be high on coke but it was even better when you were also being fucked.

"Fuck yes, that feels so good!" She screamed out loudly while her brother continued to fuck her. She was very disappointed when he suddenly slowed down but she knew it wouldn't last long. "Yes, harder big brother! Come on, I know you can do it!" She screamed out at him, wanting to give him the encouragement he needed to really fuck her as hard as possible. If anyone could do this it was him. Some guys got so cared about making her feel pain but she didn't think her brother was like that. He would know that she could take it. She was a big girl now. Well really she was still very little but she could take this.

She smirked at him when he told her that he was going to tear her apart. Now she knew he realized what she was talking about. She was so excited for what was about to come. Callie already knew this would be the best sex of her life. "Mmm, yes you are Brett! You are going to fuck me so hard that I can't even walk tomorrow!" She told him with a smirk on her face. She was about to say more but when his hands tightened around her throat that made it a little difficult for her to talk. That was fine. As long as he didn't try to keep her from screaming out loud she would be okay with it. She wanted everyone out in the club to hear all the loud screams she made while her brother fucked her brains out. She nodded when he asked her if she was ready. She was definitely ready for him to give her this amazing pounding.

The first thing that Brett did was whip his little sister around; it wasn't that he did not want to look at her face. No, far from it. In fact he turned her head to the side so that he could see at least half of it, and bite her deliciously sweaty and soft neck. The reason was that he could; never before had he fucked his beautiful wife from behind. Holding onto her strong butt, squeezing each globe with firm, hard hands. Then his other hand twisted in her hair and pulled it back until her back arched and her ass pushed out. Letting his cock probe and punish her cunt at even deeper and sharper angle than before. Kissing her neck, and then nibbling up to her ear.

"Baby-cakes... Baby-cakes... Such a cute little sister, cute, warm, soft, and totally... Fuckable."

His hot, panting breath filled the silence created by his sudden stop of movement.

A few deep breaths later, both of his hands slid up around her ribs and squeezed her breasts.

One slipped higher, and returned to her throat; squeezing firmly as his teeth bit on her ear, and pulled it slowly away from her body as he once again began to thrust inside of her. Slow, deep thrusts, pounding deep away inside of her used, and incredibly hot cunt as it massaged his dick. His long tongue drenched her ear in saliva before he whispered again, "God baby... What... Why... Where, shit, you're fucking amazing... Does it feel good like this? Do you want it harder, tell me what you want, scream it you little cunt, tell everyone that I'm fucking my little sister. Fucking her hard, so very hard."

Callie couldn't believe this was really happening. It was like all of her dreams were coming true. Callie hadn't realized just how much she wanted her brother until right now but she was very happy to be here with him. She wouldn't want anyone else fucking her right now.

She smirked when she felt him whip her around so he could fuck her from behind. Callie loved this position so she was very glad that he was planning on fucking her like this. She moaned out loudly as he twisted her head to the side and then began to bite her neck. This made her close her eyes and moan out loudly because it felt so good. Who would have thought that her brother could be this good at fucking? Callie was so glad that he came out with her and that they did coke together. If it wasn't for the drugs they might have never realized how much they were dying to fuck.

She smiled when she heard him call her baby-cakes. She always loved it when he used that nickname on her. It sounded really good right now since it sounded so innocent. They both knew she wasn't innocent and that he was going to do very bad things to her. It was amazing that he could still use such a sweet name on her when he was about to abuse her with his cock.

She was having a little trouble with breathing when he began choking her again but she didn't mind it. She could still breathe some. It wasn't like he was cutting off her air completely. Callie forgot about the lack of oxygen the second he started thrusting deep inside of her again. "Yes, it feels so fucking good big brother! I love having your huge cock buried inside of me! It's the best feeling in the world!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs because she wanted everyone in this club to hear her words. They all needed to know that it was her brother fucking her like this. "I want it harder and faster, Brett! Come on, fuck me so hard that I can't even walk when you're done with me so you'll have to carry me out! Fuck that cunt!" She screamed out loudly, knowing this would give him enough encouragement to fuck her. "I don't think you can do it, big brother. Prove me wrong! Fuck me like the whore I am! Your slut!" She screamed out loudly. Callie loved talking dirty. Hopefully her brother would love hearing her talk like this.

The things Callie were screaming were wrong, but so was he was doing. They were quickly pushing him towards the edge of finishing the most lewd, and disgusting thing he'd ever done in his life. The second being starting this in the first place. Not only were they pushing him over the edge of his climax, but even more so they were pushing him over the edge of his boundaries. She was pissing him the fuck off. Challenging him when he'd already done all of this; far outside of his normal ideas of having fun. Growling, he stopped the sweet nibbling and licking of her neck though his body longed to continue his mind was no angry with his little sister. She was riling him up, and though she had never done it much she always did have this way of getting under his skin whenever she really, really wanted to. Like now, apparently.

One of his hands tore at her hair, the other covered her mouth and squeezed her jaw to shut her up.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt. I'm going to destroy you."

That is exactly what he did. His next thrust face planting Callie into the thin walls of the stall with a thud. If it had been her nose he would have broke it, but instead there was just a tiny cut on her cheek along with a large bruise. Brett pounded his cock; using her hair to keep her from slamming so hard into the wall the next time. He knew he was about to cum, but that did not keep him from fucking Callie as hard as he fucking could. Pummeling her strong insides with his thick, throbbing cock.

All of a sudden he exploded forward. Slamming Callie into the wall and keeping her there as his body jerked in small movements, each small thrust depositing a large burst of cum deep into her hot womb. "Fucking slut..." He hissed, as he felt her climaxing around his thick cock. Then he said nothing more as he suddenly felt tired, and drained. What the fuck had he just done?!

Callie had intended to make her brother angry when she told him that she knew he was capable of more than this so she was very glad that her words had the desired affect on him. She screamed out loudly when he tore at her hair but she was forced to stop screaming when he grabbed her jaw. She couldn't believe her luck. He was really being so rough with her. She couldn't help but smirk when he told her that he was going to destroy her. She knew he was completely serious too. He was really intending to fuck her so hard and fast.

Then the next thing she knew he was slamming her into the wall. She was shocked that this actually caused her cheek to get scratched. She didn't know her brother would actually let her get hurt but she was glad he did. Callie actually loved pain. She wanted him to fuck her hard but she also wanted him to toss her around and treat her like a whore. Maybe it was sick but Callie liked being roughed up while a guy fucked her. She even liked it when they slapped her and hit her. It would be very painful and it always caused her to scream out loud in pain but that was a good thing. Her screams were always filled with both pleasure and pain.

She screamed out loudly as she felt him fuck her so hard and fast. She loved how he held onto her hair while fucking her. It just made the sex even more rough. Then the next thing she knew he was shooting his load deep inside of her just like she wanted him to. At the back of her mind she was a little bit worried about getting pregnant but she quickly forgot about that as she was overcome with pleasure from her own orgasm. The walls of her pussy suddenly tightened around his cock as she got her juices all over him. It was the most powerful orgasm she had in months. In fact she was pretty sure it was the most powerful orgasm she ever had. That was how incredible her big brother was. She got so wet again just from hearing him call her a slut. "Should we go home, big brother? So that way we can continue our fun.." She asked him, not daring to turn around. She would wait until he jerked her around.

The muffled question coming from under his hand caused Brett to let go, and step backward. Letting Callie slide to the floor. He laughed, meanly, as she quickly tried to regain her footing on the dirty bathroom floor. "That's where dirty whores belong... On the fucking floor..." An idea suddenly came across his drug addled brain, and he reached down to snatch his sister up by the hair; quickly bringing her to his cock. "Clean it... Now... Slut..."

He breathed heavily as he watched her tits jingle around as her head bobbed back and worth.

"Fuck..." Brett allowed Callie to go to work; removing his hands from her head and placing them behind his own. Once she was finished, even pulling his pants up and buckling them together did he finally come back to some resemblance of intelligence. He watched his little sister get dressed as he pulled on his tattered shirt and grinned at the rip. It, perhaps more then anything, was a sign of him rebelling against everything he'd been doing his entire life. Being cautious and careful with everything.

Once Callie was all dressed he gave her the biggest grin he could manage, "So... What the fuck was that?" He scratched the back of his head, at a lost for words, as the guilt began to slowly sink into his gut. Which was rapidly turning itself inside and out as he remembered everything he had done to her. Including, but not limited to making her suck his dick clean after he had came inside of her! His own fucking sister. There was going to be hell to pay.

Callie was shocked to hear her brother talk to her in such a harsh way but there was no denying that she didn't love every second of hearing him say this to her. She loved being called a whore so she was definitely very turned on right now. Then the next thing she knew he was shoving his cock in front of her face and forcing her to clean it off. She licked all over his cock, making sure to clean all of the cum off of him. She really enjoyed the taste of his cum so this definitely didn't feel like a punishment. Maybe he thought he was being harsh with her but Callie loved licking cocks. She loved licking her brother's even more since he was so special to her. She hadn't realized until now that she'd been lusting after him for all these years. Thank God something finally happened between them.

She got dressed quickly and smirked at him when he grinned at her. She wasn't sure if and when the guilty would set in. Callie was really hoping that he would never feel guilty about what just happened between them. There was nothing wrong with what they did. "I think you just gave me the amazing sex of my life. That's what just happened." She told him with a smirk on her face, wanting so badly to kiss him but she knew she couldn't since he would have to taste his own cum. That would probably make him very angry. "Are we going to go home now? There's even more things you can do to me at home." The possibilities were endless. He could tie her to the bed and fuck her. They could fuck on the kitchen counter and in the shower. What she really wanted him to do was take her home and fuck her in he and his wife's bed but she wasn't going to suggest that right now. She would wait until they fucked a few more times.