The Girl Behind the Mask (closed for Maka)

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Alice Wingard


It's funny how you remember some details, and not others. I remember that stupid pink and blue watch I wore with the picture of Hello Kitty on it, and looking at it dozens, if not hundreds of times that night. I can't for the life of me remember where my parents had gone to, but the watch I remember. The watch, and the sound of the rain on the window panes and the cinnamon smell of the candle I'd lit and placed on the coffee table. I remember that I didn't eat anything, and the way I kept nervously tugging at my long, brown hair as I waited for my older brother to get home.

I didn't like being home alone, but that wasn't the reason I was so anxious for Matthew to return. I knew that he had gone to a party with his girlfriend and some of his buddies and I was sure they were going to be drinking. Not that he was one to get out of control or sloppy drunk, but a nasty looking thunderstorm had rolled in fast and I couldn't get the thought of him trying to drive home in the rain, his reflexes a little slow due to the alcohol, unable to control his car...

I needed him to come home safe and sound. I needed to see him and to know that he was okay. And so I waited.

You can probably guess, my older brother was important to me. I mean, duh, of course he was important to me, but Matthew was more to me than just my brother. He was the one person I could always count on, the one person I trusted above everyone else. I love my parents, but they are parents and they rarely understand me. Matthew on the other hand, always seemed to understand me, and to care about me.

I guess that's why I had developed that little crush on him. I know, it sounds crazy to say that I had a crush on my own brother, but what else could you call it? He was funny and smart and kind and handsome. Every time he would flash a smile at me, just for me, I could feel my heart race and my stomach tighten. I was young and stupid, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. Matthew was so much better looking than the guys at my high school, so much more mature...and unlike most of them, he was actually nice to me.

And don't get me wrong, this crush I'm talking about wasn't just an infatuation, fueled by our sibling connection. It wasn't just a harmless admiration or affection. I...wanted him. It wasn't like that at first, but eventually I'd begun to have dreams about him. Dreams about running into his arms, kissing him...other stuff too. Soon the dreams had become daydreams, as I found myself on more than one occasion studying him...his body. Imagining what it would be like to be his girlfriend, to touch him.

That night as I sat on the couch wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, I found myself thinking about Matthew. The more I thought about him, about the way he smiled at me, about the way his arms felt when he hugged me or the way his hands felt when he would tickle me, the warmer I found myself getting. I knew I shouldn't do it, but soon I was lying back on the couch, my legs spread slightly as I slipped my hand down between my legs. I rubbed myself through the thin fabric of my shorts and my panties, enjoying the circular motion of my fingertips against my clit, images of my older brother dancing through my head.

I was on the verge of slipping my hand into my shorts when I heard a car door and realized that Matthew was finally home. I quickly sat up and adjusted my clothes while I waited for him to enter the house. My heart still racing at the thought of him...

 

[Maka]

Matthew Wingard


The rain was pouring down on to my windscreen faster than my windscreen wipers could dash it away. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I stared out into the rain. I was below the limit, but I'd been drinking and what's more I was exhausted -a bone-deep exhaustion from weeks stinting myself on sleep, working days and studying nights.

We'd been celebrating good news -great news, in fact, news that maybe should have made me happier than it did. After two years working and saving, I'd finally been accepted to an Ivy League college on the other side of the country. It was my dream, it had been since I'd graduated high school. But somehow I felt a strange but piercing kind of regret when I opened that envelope, knowing as soon as I saw its contents that I'd be leaving soon.

But I couldn't talk to anyone about it -not when my parents, my little sister, my friends were all so excited and happy for me. Even Tessa, my girlfriend, was already making plans to join me out there as soon as possible, instead of worrying about being left behind. I wasn't leaving her behind and I wasn't sorry to be leaving my home town, which I'd outgrown years ago. So why wasn't I as excited as I should be?

Instead of trying to solve that question, I let my friends take me out on the town. Maybe because of my mood, things went a little sour. It started when I overheard a conversation at the edge of the group between Joey and Mike.

"... sure, her tits are small but she's so fucking cute, I don't care. And I bet she'd turn into a dirty, horny little slut in bed."

"I know, right!? It's those eyes! She... "

Mike trailed off as he realized I was looking at him. I raised an eyebrow.

"Who?"

"No... nobody."

I continued to stare, my eyes never leaving his face. The words seemed to be drawn out of Mike against his will.

"Well... we were talking about your little sister, dude. But we didn't mean anything by it! I swear to God!"

I was on my feet, my fists clenched. Joe and Mike both flinched. They're big guys, but they looked very pale and very scared. Tessa stood, laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Matthew... Matthew."

I shrugged the hand off, but the urge to simply punch Mike in the face was dying.

"Never talk about Alice that way again."

They both nodded, swallowing and rendered speechless. They didn't stay long after that but it had its effect on the evening and from that point on, Tessa was quiet and moody. Later on, I cornered her at the bar and asked her, as gently as I could, what I'd done wrong.

"Is it because of Joe and Mike? You heard what they were saying."

Tessa sighed.

"Yeah, they were being pigs and you had a right to call them out. But, Matthew... "

She looked at me.

"That overreaction is just... so typical of you when it comes to Alice. You've got the calmest, steadiest, clearest head I know but a couple of guys are guys about her, and suddenly you're ready to shed blood. With you, it's always Alice Alice Alice. You're always trying to protect her. What do you think's going to happen? She's turned eighteen this year for God's sake, Matthew, you can't keep behaving like she's some little kid."

She wouldn't or couldn't explain why but Tessa had never got on with Alice. From the first moment they'd been introduced she'd seemed to bristle and draw herself up, like a cat encountering another cat on its territory. Tessa had been complaining for months about the way Alice seemed to follow me around or hang out with me instead of going out with friends of her own.

"I'm not behaving like she's... "

Tessa interrupted me.

"In fact, I don't think you even want to go away at all, because of her. I think you'd be quite happy to throw away two years of incredibly hard work and an amazing scholarship, all so you can spend just a little more time looking after your little princess."

It's hard to respond to something that you suddenly realise has a certain truth to it, however unsympathetically phrased. This was why I'd been so ambivalent about leaving town. It was the thought of leaving Alice behind, of having her do all the rest of her growing up in my absence. My face must have been stricken, because Tessa's expression softened a little.

"Look, maybe that's a little harsh. I just think you need to sort your priorities out, that's all."

The rest of the evening was uneventful and finally, my ears ringing with the congratulations of my friends, I got into the car and began the drive home. My parents being away, the idea had been at the start that Tessa would come back with me and keep me company that night but my mutual, unspoken agreement that idea was dropped after our near-argument.


I pulled up outside the house and dashed in through the rain. I realized for the first time how truly exhausted I was. I'd wanted to spend at least a little time sitting up with Alice, watching late-night TV and cuddling together, the way we had done since we were kids, but in my current state, I'd be lucky to make it to the first commercial break.

"Alice? Alice! I'm home."

 

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As Matthew came through the door and called out to her, Alice was torn between her desire to hop off the couch and rush over to greet her brother, and the instinct to remain calm and just wait for him on the couch. With her heart still racing, and her body still aroused, Alice decided it would be best if she stayed where she was, sitting cross legged on the couch. She was afraid if she did get up to go meet Matthew she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to give him a hug, and considering what she had just been doing on the couch, what she had just been thinking about, she didn't think that would be such a good idea.

Just the thought of her older brother's arms around her caused her cheeks to flush.

"I'm in here watching TV," Alice responded, unable to keep the enthusiasm she felt from making her voice sound high and squeaky. She also found herself sitting up straighter and pushing her chest out slightly as she looked toward the doorway. "I'm glad your home, I was starting to worry."

 

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Alice was seated cross-legged on the couch. For some reason, there was a vivid flush on her lovely, delicate little face and her modest, perky breasts were rising and falling as though she'd just run a marathon. Her voice, too, had risen to a high pitch. That and the way she was sitting, straightbacked and pushing her breasts out, caused Matthew to glance at the television in momentary confusion. Had he stumbled upon Alice watching something a little naughty? That would have accounted for her embarassment, but the only thing playing on the televison was a sombre old black and white film which hardly seemed to crackle with eroticism.

Matthew realised he was slightly relieved, and felt a little foolish at the realisation. He was so used to thinking of his little sister as pure and innocent, but no doubt she had needs just like any other teenager. And that brought Joe and Mike's conversation to mind. Matthew wouldn't have admitted it, even to himself, but suddenly part of him acknowledged that, just tonight, there was something about her unintentionally provocative pose, her clinging T-shirt and skimpy shorts, the smooth curtain of her long, soft brown hair falling across her gorgeous face...

His sister was growing into, already had grown into, a heartbreaker. Boys would queuing up. And Matthew realised with a stab of frustration that his commitment to college meant that he wouldn't be around to protect her for that period, to shepherd her and intimidate unworthy candidates (would he ever acknowledge any male in the world as worthy?). Some jock with a fast car could take her virginity, fumbling and thrusting and then dumping her, and he would...

Matthew shook himself. Tessa was right. Alice was smart and confident. She'd have no trouble weeding out the losers and users without him. He had to stop thinking this way. What was the matter with him? He realised he'd been regarding his little sister intensely for a long time without speaking.

"Sorry, sis. I didn't mean to worry you. I was hoping we could spend some time together tonight but... " he spread his arms, "I'm beat. I think I'm just gonna hit the sack."

 

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Just seeing her older brother, Alice felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The truth was she wasn't even sure why she had been so worried about him. The idea of Matthew going out and getting sloppy drunk and then driving home was just ridiculous. He was too smart, and too mature to do those types of things. Just one of the many reasons Alice loved and respected him as much as she did.

"I'm beat. I think I'm just gonna hit the sack," he said as he stretched and seemed to fight off a yawn.

Alice smiled despite the disappointment she felt. "Okay. Well, I'll be here if you need anything," she said, stretching her legs out until her bare feet were resting on the coffee table, her ankles crossed. As she leaned back and shifted her hips forward, her already short gym shorts pushed up exposing not only her legs but also her hips.

"Sweet dreams," she called out as she turned her head back toward the television and the movie she hadn't really been watching.

 

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Alice's movement unintentionally exposed an enticing length of smooth, bare leg. Matthew found his gaze travelling along it, wishing for an unconsidered moment that her shorts were even briefer that they already were, or that she would...

He shook himself. Joe and Mike and their idiocy, putting ideas in his head. That and the disappointment of Tessa not staying over was why all kinds of lurid, half-formed thoughts were dancing through his mind.

He leaned in and kissed Alice on the forehead, taking in as he did the fresh summer fragrance of her soft brown hair, the warmth of her taut, slender body, the way her heartbeat inexplicably sped up with his movement.

"Good night then."

Matthew made his way up to bed, using his last ounces of energy to brush his teeth and strip off before collapsing into his bed, virtually dead to the world.

 

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With a quick kiss on the forehead and a 'good night', Matthew was gone, leaving Alice alone once again. She felt better knowing that her brother was home and safe, but dejected that he'd been too tired to spend time with her. For nearly an hour she sat watching television, trying to make sense of the complex emotions that seemed to tug at her and swirl through her head. Eventually she distracted herself with a spoonful of chocolate frosting and a glass of milk before she stretched out on the couch and fell asleep.

The couch wasn't comfortable enough for the teenager to sleep for long. When she woke, her back and neck aching slightly, Alice glanced over at the clock above the television and saw that she had slept for just over an hour. Groaning softly, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and reached for the remote, turning the television off. A second groan issued from her lips as she forced herself to stand.

After making sure the doors were locked and lights out, Alice trudged slowly up the stairs and down the hallway toward her room. Passing by Matthew's room, the blonde noticed that his door wasn't closed all the way, and there was a faint light coming from his room. Tiptoeing across the floor to his doorway, Alice poked her head through the opening and saw that Matthew was sleeping, but had apparently forgotten to turn off the desk lamp in his room.

As quietly as she could, the teen slipped into her brother's room and across to his desk. She flipped the switch on the lamp, leaving the room black except for the pale light from the hallway. Alice turned and started to leave, but stopped herself. She stood very still in the dark of Matthew's room for several minutes, barely breathing. The reasons she should leave and go to bed were numerous, and yet, the blonde found them less than compelling.

I just want to feel his arms around me, she told herself as she padded barefoot over to the side of his bed. There was plenty of room in the bed for both of them, she knew that because she had slipped into Matthew's bed on more than one occasion when she was younger. She knew that this time was different, but she didn't let that stop her.

Lifting the sheet up that covered her brother's sleeping form, Alice slipped beneath it, easing herself onto the bed as carefully and quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb him. She was careful not to touch him at first, but once she was sure she hadn't awakened him, Alice shifted closer, snuggling closer to Matthew until her head rested against his chest and her arm lay across his stomach.

For what seemed an eternity, Alice lay there next to her brother, not moving, just enjoying his warmth and strength and closeness. She didn't even remember deciding to kiss him, but somehow her lips were on his neck and her hand was caressing his chest and it just felt so right.

"I love you," she murmured softly against her brother's neck before letting her lips return to his flesh. Her bare leg slipped over top of his leg and her hand, which had been stroking his chest slowly started to move down his body. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, that she was actually in Matthew's bed, kissing him, touching him...and then her hand was rubbing him through his boxers...praying he wouldn't wake up...or if he did, that he would confess his love for her the way that she had...and take her in his arms...

 

[Maka]

Matthew had fallen into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow but he reacted instinctively to the warmth of Alice's slender, petite body slipping under the covers next to him and resting her head on his chest. Still asleep, he reached out an arm to pull her closer, allured by her fresh, femine, tantalizingly familiar scent.

And then her soft lips were on his neck, small deft hands massaging his chest, and in Matthew's half-formed dreams, he heard a sweet, beautiful voice, a voice husky with desire and need, tell him that she loved him.

Tessa?

But hadn't Tessa... ? Wasn't there some... ? Matthew's sleep-addled mind gave up on wrestling with the problem, seduced by the soft, gorgeously pleasurable sensations of his bedmate's activities. She had slipped a bare, toned leg over him now and her hands were moving down his chest, all the while she nibbled at and kissed his neck adoringly. It felt so good.

In his boxers, Matthew's huge cock was already stiffening from Alice's scent, from the proximity of her toned, lithe teenage body, from her loving kisses. When her exploring hands reached it, it sprang up immediately, straining against the fabric of his boxers.

 

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Alice wasn't thinking. If she'd been thinking about what she was doing she wouldn't have climbed into her older brother's bed to begin with, let alone allowed herself to snuggle so close to him, especially considering the fantasies she'd been having earlier on the couch. She certainly wouldn't have kissed his neck. If she was thinking she wouldn't have pulled his shirt up to his chest and started kissing her way down his torso. If she was thinking about what she was doing, and about the consequences, Alice wouldn't have wrapped her little hand around Matthew's thick manhood and started to gently stroke it through the thin fabric of his boxers.

But she wasn't thinking at all, she was feeling. Feeling the love she had for her brother turning into desire...pure, hot, raging desire. Feeling her body respond to him, feeling the way his body was responding to her, even if Matthew didn't actually know it was her in his bed.

As the teenager's lips slowly moved down over his stomach, stopping at the top of his boxers, she released her grip on his bulge and slowly peeled his boxers down until his swelling cock emerged. With her cheek resting on her brother's hip, Alice stared at Matthew's thick, engorged penis, marveling at the size and sight of it. Slowly but surely, the teen reached out and placed her hand on it, her fingers wrapping around it as best she could.

She stroked him several times, slowly, careful not to squeeze too tightly before finally lowering the tip of his manhood down to her mouth. She pressed her lips to the tip, barely brushing it at first. The second time she kissed it there was less hesitation. The third time, there was none.

 

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Matthew stirred in his sleep and let out a sigh of pleasure that deepened into a groan as Alice's soft, sensual lips found their way down the hard, sculpted planes of his chest, lovingly, gently exploring and feasting on what they found.

As she kissed him, she freed his cock from his boxers. The huge shaft, gigantic in girth as well as length, popped free, smacking against Matthew's flat washboard chest. Alice wrapped her small hand around it, her fingers not quite closing around the mighty shaft and ran it up and down, caressing it gently with an instinctive, intuitive understanding of male pleasure.

Matthew's regular breathing had turned ragged and his fists were clenching by his side. His dreams were vivid, lurid things now. Alice bent down and gave the swollen head of his cock the briefest, most tantalising of kisses. Raw frustration broke into Matthew's dream at the speediness of her mouth's withdrawal. Then that wet, warm mouth engulfed the cockhead once again and this time remained longer, sucking a little before once again pulling back. Matthew thrashed about in his sleep, the huge erection stabbing upwards. Then Alice descended once again and this time, her mouth opened to fully accept the mushroom head, pouting lips sealing around it perfectly and a lashing tongue swirling around it, nursing it.

Matthew was slowly coming to consciousness. Tessa, he decided in his sleepy state, had come around and was announcing her forgiveness with a blow job. And a masterful one -he could never remember Tessa's lips being so soft or her mouth being so eager before. Something about her was arousing him like never before.

"Mmm... yes... " he said, stirring, not opening his eyes.

 

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As Alice parted her lips to slowly allow the head of her brother's cock to push into her mouth, she felt him stirring slightly and noticed his hips moving in response to her touch. The thought that Matthew might be waking up or already awake and that he was not pulling away sent a shudder through her slender body. Had her brother been harboring secret desires for her, just as she had for him. Was it possible that they could actually be more than just brother and sister to one another?

Her desire intensifying, the teenager let her tongue caress the underside of Matthew's engorged penis, while her hand began to stroke up and down the shaft, twisting with each downward motion. After a few moments, Alice opened her mouth wider and pushed the head of his cock to the back of her throat. Matthew's penis was huge and it was all she could do to take the first few inches into her mouth. Hoping it would be enough, Alice began to bob her head up and down on his cock, her hand pumping up and down the shaft a little faster now.

Even as she went down on her brother, the petite teen wondered just how far this might go. She was wetter than she'd ever been at that moment and she could picture herself stripping her clothes off and climbing onto his cock...riding him as they stared into one another's eyes...

 

[Maka]

Matthew's cock twitched as the eager mouth on it took it deeper, deft fingers running up and down the huge shaft, tongue lapping and licking with an evident kittenish pleasure and energy. Matthew could run half a mile without getting winded, but his breath was coming in deep and heavy now, his hips twitching and pushing upwards without his volition.

What was it about tonight? Before, Tessa had given head competently but dutifully but now she was swallowing, licking, caressing and sucking in a kind of beautiful, devoted frenzy, as though just the act of giving him such pleasure was driving her crazy with lust in turn. And Matthew's body, too, was reacting as it never had before. The fresh, delicately feminine scent of her hair -strangely familiar and yet somehow not previously associated in his mind with Tessa, the softness and warmth of her mouth, the wonderful gentle rasp of her tongue along the underside of his cock... Matthew felt more aroused and more alive than he ever had before.

And with Tessa in this new and wanton mood, Matthew's thoughts naturally shifted to what could happen next. Tessa had always been a little intimidated by the sheer size and girth of his cock -a not uncommon reaction among girls Matthew had dated. She liked a slow, gentle seduction rather than a wild ravishing. And while Matthew also enjoyed the game of slowly stoking the fires in a girl's body, he also sometimes wanted and needed to use his hard, muscular body for something more passionate and urgent. And judging by the way Tessa was worshipping his cock with such playful abandon, she suddenly felt the same way too. After this, he'd pick her up, put her on all fours and make her moan in earnest...

With this thought, he at last opened his eyes and looked downwards.

Confusion at first. Long, soft brown hair covered the head bent over his erect cock. Tessa's hair was shorter, and darker. Moving like a man in a dream, still transfixed by pleasure, Matthew brushed aside a lock of that hair to uncover the face beneath.

Eyes closed and angelic face flushed as though in ecstasy, his little sister was sucking his cock as though it was a holy mission.

Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity. There was something so lovely, so transcendantly gorgeous about Alice's face in this moment, about the pleasure she was giving her brother, that Matthew could do and say nothing.

Then he found his senses and scrambled backwards, pushing Alice away from him.

"Alice, what the hell?"

 

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With each moment that passed without Matthew objecting to what she was doing, Alice became more convinced that her brother was not only enjoying what she was doing, but that he had been thinking about her in the same way she had been thinking about him. Months of wild, uninhibited dreams, weeks of tentative but exhilarating daydreams...staring too long when the other person's back was turned, holding a hug just a bit longer than normal, leaning into a touch here or there...

The idea that Matthew wanted her as badly as she wanted him only heightened Alice's already nearly uncontrollable desire. She'd always known that her big brother loved her, but this was different...so much more...so much stronger...as she continued to pleasure him, she could feel him respond. First it was just his manhood, growing larger, longer, and more firm, then soon she could hear a change in his breathing, his body shifted, his hand brushed against her hair...

For a moment, as she felt his hand brush against her face, Alice was sure that Matthew was going to place his hand on the back of her head...to pull her down onto him...a thought that caused her heart to race...but instead he simply brushed her hair back from her face. Her eyes had been closed, and for a moment she kept them closed, but then she opened her eyes, wanting to make eye contact with Matthew, wanting to see the look on his face as she sucked his cock...

...the looks she'd expected to see wasn't there when she opened her eyes, instead there was a look of shock on her brother's face, and then, before Alice could process what was happening, or why Matthew was pulling away from her, she heard him call her name, and his voice reflected the same shock and confusion that she'd seen on his face. The same shock and confusion that was now beginning to creep into her tiny frame...

"Matt? I..." Alice stammered, trying to crawl toward her big brother even as he scrambled back from her. Had he just now awakened? Just now realized that it was his kid sister who was in bed with him? Could she have really been so wrong? God, what had she done?

Alice stared into Matthew's eyes for a long moment, wanting to try to explain, but no words came to her. How could she justify what she'd done, or explain her desire? Would any of it make sense to him...it didn't make sense to her...

Face red, tears beginning to well in her eyes, the teenager pushed herself from her brother's bed and ran out of his room, murmuring an apology before disappearing into the hallway and back to her own bedroom, her stomach in knots and her heart broken.

 

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... and that was that.

Everything had happened so quickly that I almost wondered if the whole thing had been a dream, some perverted fantasy from the depths of my subconscious -my cute, innocent kid sister climbing into my bed and proceeding to suck my cock like a horny little teenage slut.

But, of all things, what convinced me of reality was the hurt, confusion and embarassment writ across Alice's gorgeous face. Tears were welling in her large, enchanting eyes. I had never seen her look that upset before, about anything. I instinctively wanted to reach out and hold her, comfort her, the way I normally would -but this time, I was the source of the problem. So I did nothing as she said something I didn't catch, then fled out the door.

What had that been? Alice used to climb into bed with me all the time on cold or stormy nights, to snuggle under the covers, have me tell her stories or just enjoy the warmth and strength of my arms. But that had stopped long ago, as we'd both gotten older. But perhaps tonight, knowing that I was going away, she'd been feeling nostalgic and decided to get in one last time...

But how had this tender, innocent scene turned into the much less innocent scene I'd awoken to -Alice's soft, insatiable lips sealed around the head of my cock, her soft small hands caressing my shaft? I couldn't imagine and what was worse, a part of me didn't care. My cock was thick and erect and glistening with my little sister's saliva, my body still thrilled to the memory of her soft, wet tongue and the suctioning embrace of her hot little mouth. I was worked up, aroused beyond belief. Part of me wanted to chase after her, imagined getting her to finish the loving work she started, then finding further uses for that firm, beautiful young teenage body...

I shook myself, horrified at how vivid and throbbingly real the images were to me. Even her scent lingered in my nostrils -a soft, fresh feminine fragrance I recognised now, that I realised that subconsciously I had known all along was Alice's scent. And it was that which had me so aroused. I groaned softly, shaking my head in disbelief.

I looked back now, over the last few months -reconsidering all of Alice's dreamy stolen glances at me across the dinner table, over her shoulder as she went out to join her friends... reconsidering the way that she flushed and stammered when I smiled at her, or complimented her outfit... Could it be that... ?

No. This was just a childish, silly game that had gotten completely out of hand, I told myself. It was insane to make it into anything it wasn't. The best thing to do was to never talk about it again.


And so an awkward week began. The whole thing felt surreal, like the Twilight Zone had invaded our suburban home. Every time I as much made eye-contact with Alice, my mind went to how she had looked up at me, her eyes wide, yearning and lustful, her lips distended around my cock. The slightest remark suddenly seemed laden with lustful innuendo -partly because since that night I suddenly couldn't help but notice how goddamn sexy my petite, slight little sister really was. I felt like Joe and Mike were unwelcome houseguests in my brain, calling lewd attention every time Alice lithely bent over to pick something up, showing me her cute little ass in the process, or pouted in a way that somehow recalled certain details from that night...

And so I ended up avoiding her, going out early in the morning and coming back only late at night, after I was sure she'd have taken to bed. It concerned my parents.

"You two used to be so close, and now you hardly speak. I can tell it's upsetting Alice." our mom scolded me.

I thought Mom would be a damn sight more concerned if she knew what the alternative was, but I didn't say that, instead just saying something about how maybe we'd just grown apart.

But the time away wasn't spent with Tessa, not after the first couple of days. She complained about how strange, silent and moody I'd become, how she never knew what I was thinking any more. This was just as well, since mostly what I was thinking was comparing her to Alice in one respect or another -and finding her wanting. Sex with her was no longer thrilling or romantic, or anything but the opportunity to relieve some of the building tension I felt, because I constantly found myself thinking of Alice.

We broke up soon after. I wasn't sure whose idea it was, although the final discussion was certainly precipitated by one of my lengthy, involuntary silences.

"I can't do this. I'm moving states to be with a guy who won't even talk to me. I'm sorry, Matt. You've got a great body and a... ginormous cock and you're sweet and funny and even charming when you want to be but... you just haven't been you lately. What happened? I know we had a fight that night, but you know perfectly well it wasn't a serious thing. What happened?"

It never even occured to me to tell her the truth. Partly it was just too weird and private, a family affair in the truest possible sense. But it was also my protectiveness regarding Alice. It would kill her, to have other people knowing. It was none of their business.

And so Tessa and I parted ways.


I thought it might be the same when I left for college. I'd announced that I didn't want a fuss to be made or tears to be shed -I'd just quietly load my stuff into my car and drive off, early in the morning. Alice was still in bed. I realised that I would be leaving without saying goodbye to her, and suddenly I felt sad and lost and lonely.

But then there was a patter of light feet on the stairs. Alice rushed down them and hugged me, clasping me very tight, pressing her lithe, slender body against me. I felt a great rush of complicated emotions as I hugged her back. We lingered there for a moment, then she tore herself away. I caught a single glimpse of a lovely, tear-stained face peeking up at me behind a fall of smooth brown hair, then she was gone.

I went out, got into the car, and drove away.



By rights, starting college should have been the most exciting period in my life. It was something I'd worked towards so hard, for so long. And I dutifully made the most of the opportunity -studying hard, achieving excellent grades, joining the football team -but my heart was elsewhere.

My roommates were especially puzzled by the lack of women in my life. They themselves had taken full advantage of the presence of large numbers of impressionable, adventurous young women nearby -and they knew that my own chances, as a fit, good-looking young athlete, had to be far greater than theirs. Was I in the closet? Christian? Did I maybe have a girlfriend back home? I remained politely aloof, indifferent to their speculation about me. This unintentionally created an air of mystery around me -as term went on, several girls made very determined plays for me.

But only once did anything even almost happen. It was at a party and the girl in question was a slim, eager-to-please young brunette studying Computer Science. Something about her drew me to her, tugged at me. We started talking, then started kissing. Her lips were soft and warm, but something about them, about her was disappointing, and things never went any further.

It was, of course, glaringly obvious to me looking back at it later on that I was drawn to her because she looked a little like Alice... and my disappointment was because she wasn't Alice, and I couldn't fool my body into thinking she was.

Their curiosity, and their slight jealousy, aside, my roommates were fond of me. It was David who gave a tongue-in-cheek explanation, one crisp autumn morning.

"Well, dude, you're the perfect wingman."

"I am?"

"Yup. You are. Wingman Wingard. Chicks see you across a crowded room, think you're hot, come over to say hello. Then they find out that you're really kind of... emotionally unavailable..."

"An asshole," Parth, listening in from across the room, put in helpfully.

"No. Just... you know. Emotionally unavailable. So they're frustrated and a little unsure of themselves and what they really want is for someone to tell them how pretty they are. That's where we come in."

"I... see," I said, mentally shaking my head.

"That's why you're coming to the Halloween party this evening," David continued cheerfully.

"I am?"

"Yeah, it's the biggest party the university throws. Townies, students, everyone goes... and we're not going without our wingman. We've already got just the right costume picked out for you."

And that was how I ended up attending the party that night, dressed like a fighter pilot.

"Wingman," David over-explained one last time, as we got out of the car.

 

[xFuckDollx]

Thinking about that night brought a smile to Alice's face, and made her feel warm all over. Sure the aftermath of that night had been horribly embarrassing and the distance that it had caused between she and her brother had broken her heart, but remembering the night itself, the way she'd felt as she'd climbed into bed with him, the things she'd done to him, the way his body had responded to her...remembering how it had made her feel to pleasure him, to have his manhood in her mouth...even now, more than a year later, she couldn't shake the feelings, the desire she felt for Matthew.

That desire, the heat that still caused her cheeks to warm when she thought about her brother, the tingling she felt...that was why she was sitting in her car outside the costume party dressed in a provocative costume, waiting for Matthew to arrive. She knew it was crazy, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to see him again, to interact with him without his knowing it was her. As she slipped on the black mask that covered the top half of her face, pushing her now blonde hair out of the way, Alice took a deep breath.

Her heart was already racing and a voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to abandon this mad plan. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white as she watched for her brother. She didn't have to wait long. He showed up with a group of friends, dressed as a fighter pilot. Just the sight of him sent Alice's heart pounding inside her chest, her stomach tightening. She waited as calmly as she could until Matthew and his friends had gone inside the frat house, then slowly stepped out of her car.

She took a moment to smooth down the skirt on her supergirl costume, and adjust the thin, red cape that hung down over her shoulder. She'd had to improvise a little since most of the costumes that would fit her were kids sized and not exactly sexy. The result was a skirt that did very little to cover the extremely tight, extremely short blue hot pants underneath, and a top that left her stomach bare and hugged her breasts so tightly that Alice had decided against wearing a bra at all.

The knee high boots that finished her costume clicked against the sidewalk as Alice took one last deep breath and then made her way to the party, determined to go through with her plan, determined to find her brother and finish what she'd started that night in his bedroom.

 

[Maka]

"What about her?"

"Mmm? Nah, she's got big tits but you can just tell she doesn't fuck... "

"Or the redhead?"

"No way -I've heard she goes out with this psycho quarterback... "

Matthew was not really listening to his roommates' banter. He was somewhere in his own mind, alone and far away despite the noise and closeness of the crowded room, despite the whoops and shouts as costumed students gleefully drank and shouted and played, their voices competing with the roar of the sound system.

"Her."

Parth sounded different -almost reverent. And David's voice was quickly lifted in affirmation.

"Yes. Yes, I like. I like very, very much."

Despite himself, Matthew was curious enough to look at the object of their interest.

A slim, petite girl dressed like Supergirl. Or mostly like Supergirl -a black mask that wasn't part of the character's costume that Matthew remembered covered the upper half of her head, a spill of long, fine blonde hair cascading out from under it and falling to the red cape around her shoulders. The area left exposed by the mouth revealed a sensually pouting mouth and a delicate but firm chin.

A skin-tight blue top left a toned, flat midriff exposed -the triangular red and yellow S symbol was was closely hugging small but wonderfully firm and perky breasts. It was obvious from the outline of taut little nipples under the fabric that the naughty little superheroine had decided to forgo a bra.

And below, her skirt was scandalously brief, fluttering up with her every movement to provide the onlooker with a tempting eyeful of the incredibly tight, incredibly skimpy baby blue hot pants underneath.

"Holy fuck," said Parth. "Do you think she goes here?"

David shook his head.

"She can't be much over eighteen. My money says high school senior, here to party with mature, sophisticated college boys like us."

Parth started to say something, but then he broke off with an almost panicked-sounding yelp.

"She's coming towards us!"

It was true. Supergirl had spotted the trio and was now heading towards them, her movements oddly purposeful.

"Okay, okay, okay," David said, as though reciting a calming mantra. "Right, okay, this is not a drill. Matt, Parth and I will fight for her later but right now, I need you to wingman like you've never wingmanned before. She's coming over to talk to you, and I want you to be aloof and distant like even you've never been before. I want you to... are you listening to me? Wait, what are you... ?"

Ignoring David, Matthew had stepped out to intercept the slim, blonde girl. David and Parth watched, confounded, as he smiled at her -a real warmth in his gaze that they'd never seen before.

"Hello there," Matthew said. He casually scooped two shot glasses of vodka from a passing tray and passed one to the masked teenager. "Sorry to be so abrupt, but I've got to know... since when does Supergirl wear a mask?"