"UNH!" Justin gasps, his entire body seeming to shudder at once as Alex makes contact with the head of his cock, causing her to grin wickedly around her outstretched and very invisible tongue. Deliberately moving achingly slow, savoring every second of his confusion, she slowly runs her tongue over the little slit in the tip, and laps up her brother's pre-cum.
That the taste of it takes her completely by surprise is an understatement. Not at all like skunky rotten eggs (as she halfway expected from having eavesdropped on some of the other girls in gym class) but salty, with a bit of a bitter, citrusy tang. A little like licking salt off your palm and sucking a lemon after doing a shot of tequila...but at the same time, not really like that at all, but something completely unique. Unique to him. And as Alex swallows it, she finds she really, really likes it. Enough that she's greedy for more. (Because as far as she's always been concerned, that whole deal about having too much a good thing? Yeah, total bullshit.)
Fortunately, Justin's body is only too happy to oblige her. His cock spasms mightily as she squeezes him in her hand, eliciting a scandalized groan from him as another glob of precum pools in the slit of his cock, thicker and whiter than the first. Alex's grin widens as she watches it grow, then drags the tip of her tongue back over it, lapping it up.
"Ohhhhhhh-migosh!" Justin says, with a shuddering exhalation of breath. He holds his arms awkwardly at shoulder height, bent at the elbows and his hands twitching, as if desperately he wants to do something about what's happening to him, but isn't quite sure what. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, he stares down at his dick, standing out away from his body at an unnaturally odd angle as Alex clutches it in her invisible hand. "Why...? I mean, what...? I mean, why...?"
Alex beams at his reaction, the way she always does when she provokes him into sputtering uncontrollably. She decides to up the ante by opening her mouth wider and dragging her tongue up his entire length, from the base of him right to the tip. Immediately she's rewarded with a stuttering string of random consonants, uttered in that breathy, scandalized tone of voice of his that she's secretly thrilled to, ever since she was four. She's never stopped to analyze why she enjoys it so much before—because seriously, it was enough that it felt good, and analyzing things was for anal people—but right now, with her brother's cock warm and throbbing against her tongue, it's suddenly clear to her that there's always been at least some element of a sexual thrill to it. That some part of her, deep inside, has always wanted to drive Justin crazy like this.
(And judging by the sticky wetness seeping down the insides of her thighs, she has a pretty good idea what part of her that is...)
"Uhhhhh," Justin groans, then shakes his head sharply and visibly swallows hard, his adams apple bopping up and down as he struggles to get a hold of himself. "Er, listen...uh, whatever you are...not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but...um, would you mind stopping that, please?"
Alex allows herself a small snort at this, then tilts her head to the side and starts licking his shaft like a melting popsicle on a hot afternoon in August. Stop? Now? Shyeah. As if.
"Ohhhh, great Cesar's ghost...!" Justin exclaims, his hips jerking forward as if by their own accord. "OK, so much for asking politely. Now what? Focus, Justin! Focus!"
Closing his eyes, Justin brings his fingertips up to his temples and begins massaging them vigorously, clearly in an effort to stimulate his mind while distracting himself from what Alex is doing to him down below. Accepting this as an unspoken challenge, Alex shifts her grip on his cock and starts pumping it up and down in her fist as her tongue continues its assault on the head.
"Nggggh, think!" Justin grunts, wincing in concentration as he struggles to talk his way through the problem at...uh, hand. "Olde magick ritual resulting in an unintentional mystical summoning and the metaphysical manipulation of no-no parts. Which can only really mean one thing: obviously, like some kind of idiot, I screwed up the ritual by masturbating right next to the circle, and inadvertantly conjured a succubus..."
(Alex snorts again, a little louder this time, as her tongue traces a lazy figure-eight over the head of his cock. Succubus? Snkt, more like "suck till you bust".)
"Ahhh-hhh-hhh!" Justin exhales as Alex tightens her grip and starts stroking him even faster. (Because if he's still using big words like 'metaphysical' and 'inadvertantly', then she's obviously not working hard enough.) "OK, succubi, succubi...think about what you know about succubi. Specifically how you banish one. Let's see...um...Monster Hunter's Tactical Field Guide, chapter 8, page 93...I'll need three thorn apple seeds...a white hankerchief..."
Crouched down in front of him—and rather pointedly not on her knees, thank you very much, even though that would probably be more comfortable, because fuck all that subservient shit— Alex rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Seriously? Dork's fallen ass-backwards into a mystical blowjob—and pretty goddamn hot one, if she does say so herself—and he not only wants to stop it, but he's turning it into some kind of lame independent study project? Jesus Christ, does his giant brain just refuse to shut the fuck off, or what?
OK, so it's only her first time doing this. And yeah, she's pretty well gone out of her way to make it impossible for him to possibly know that it's even her doing it, but still...she's starting to take it just a little bit personally.
And so, determined to put any thought of stopping or banishing her out of his head, to make him just give in and go with it for once (twice) in his life, Alex closes her eyes, shifts her grip on him once again, and then guides his cock into her hot and ready mouth.
"OHHHHHHH!" Justin cries out in surprise, his hips bucking involuntarily as her soft lips slide over him. Alex gags a little and quickly pulls her head back, as the tip of his cock unexpectedly brushes against the little dangly-ball thing at the back of her throat. Whoops, so that's unpleasant. Blinking away the sudden moisture blurring her vision, she cautiously leans forward again, tentatively taking him deeper into her mouth as she sucks on his length.
Justin moans wordlessly as she devours him, his cock warm and throbbing and alive against her tongue and the insides of her hollowed-out cheeks. His eyes flutter closed, and he slowly lowers his arms until his palms are resting gently on either side of her head. He gasps at the surprise of making contact, his hands flinching away for a second before they hesitantly return, his fingers tangling themselves in the soft waves of her invisible hair. Encouraged by his reaction, feeling like she finally has his undivided attention, Alex lazily draws her mouth back up his shaft until only the very tip remains between her lips, then gradually lowers her head to engulf him all over again. All the while, she works her tongue back and forth against the smooth, paperthin skin lining the underside of his cock.
"Oh my God," Justin grunts. Which is both shocking and incredibly gratifying at the same time, because while he's been known to curse lightly on occasion, Justin never takes the Lord's name in vein. His begins to pump his hips, gently this time, in time with the slow rise and fall of her mouth on him. His breath quickening, he allows his head to loll backwards, the expression on his face one of utter, passionate absorbtion in what she's doing to the most sensitive, intimate part of him. Alex feels a surge of power shoot through her, stronger than any magic she's ever experienced. In all the years they've struggled for dominance against one another, and for all the ways she's slyly manipulated him—both overtly, and in secret—Alex has never felt so...so utterly in control of him.
And it's so fucking hot that she can't help but reach down between her thighs and start playing with herself, in a desperate attempt to soothe the burning, hollow ache that's building uncontrollably there. Forgetting herself, she moans softly around his cock as her fingertips brush the swollen nub of her clit, then part her slick folds to probe and tease the steamy threshold of her core. She momentarily releases her mouth's hold on Justin's member as she slips one slender finger in—then gasping passionately—before she resumes sucking it with a renewed fervor as she simultaneously pleasures herself.
She hasn't touched herself like this—hasn't dared to—since he last touched her like this. And now that he has touched her, she knows that her own fingers aren't quite enough. Not even with his cock in her mouth, totally beholden to her every movement, her every whim. She wants—needs—more.
And that's when she gets an idea.
Sliding her fingers back out of herself, she reaches up and slides her hand under the hem of his pale blue Oxford button-down, and the crisp white T-shirt he wears underneath. Again she's surprised, this time by the heat of his skin and ripple of his tight stomach muscles, quivering beneath her wet fingers as she slides her hand up his midriff towards his equally firm chest. Justin gasps and twitches against her tongue again as her fingertips brush against one of his nipples, before she flattens her palm against the hollow of his solar plexus and begins to push against him, firmly and insistently.
Flushed, Justin looks down and blinks at the sudden pressure on his chest in confusion.
"Are you—are you trying to tell me you want me on my back?" he asks, his voice so throaty and raspy that it threatens to bring her off right then and there. Aching with need, Alex gives an exaggerated nod beneath the fingers tangled in her hair, causing his cock to bob slowly up and down as it slides against her tongue, in and out of her mouth.
Justin lets out a shuddering breath, and swallows to work some saliva down his throat.
"And if I give you what I want, will you grant me the boon of proving my sister's honesty?"
Alex hesitates for a moment before she nods exaggeratedly again. Because it's not like she's lying exactly, right? Shit, if anything, this is the most honest she's been with him in days. Or herself, for that matter.
"Al-alright then," Justin says, his voice cracking, as he slowly lowers himself back towards the bed, leaning first on his hands, and then his elbows. "In exchange for proving my sister's innocence, I freely give you my own. Take it as you see fit, she-demon. Do with me whatever you will."
Then Justin finally lays all the way back against the bedspread, submitting himself fully to her. In a small voice he adds: "Just, uh, please be gentle?"
Gentle? Shyeah. Right.
Instead, Alex practically leaps up off the floor and pounces on him like an animal in heat. Straddling his midsection, the steamy dampness of her pussy staining his Oxford button down, she presses him down into the mattress with one hand on each of his shoulders, and covers his mouth with her own, attacking him with fierce, hungry kisses. His eyes bulge out of his head, his cry of surprise muffled as she forces her tongue into his mouth to wrestle with his. His hands reach up instinctively to grab her waist, then gradually slide down and around to cup and squeeze her buttocks, hesitantly testing their supple fullness, even as the tips of his ring fingers graze the moist, outermost edges of her dripping twat.
The tip of his cock barely brushes against her taint, tickling the sensitive skin between her pussy and her asshole, making her shiver. Exhilerating in the sensation, Alex breaks the kiss and raises up off him a little, pressing back and wiggling just enough to lightly play the head of his cock back and forth against her perinium, teasing them both, just inches from glory. The tips of her breasts bump over his nose and his lips as she rocks herself, and Justin raises his head to capture one nipple in his mouth, suckling on it eagerly, intensifying the empty, burning ache in her core. It would be so goddamned easy to just lean back back all the way, to press her hot and ready entrance against the blunt head of his magnificent cock until it slipped inside, and she'd fully impaled herself on it, burying it deep inside to fill her burning, aching emptiness. Fuck, but it would feel so good. Just the thought of it is enough to flood her pussy all over again.
But even as she starts to lean back, Justin's entire body stiffens beneath her, and it sends a jolt of icy-cold fear shooting through her veins. Mere centimeters from the hot and throbbing point of no return, Alex falters and leans forward again, changing her mind at the absolute last possible second from the moment of truth.
No. Not like this, with her invisible and him not knowing. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be honest. And goddamned if that isn't all-important to her, all of the sudden.
Instead, Alex quickly reverses position, the mattress bouncing beneath her as she turns around and re-straddles her brother, her invisible knees making twin depressions in the bedspread on either side of his head. Leaning forward on her elbows, she takes hold of the base of his cock once more, angling it upside-down into her waiting mouth. Justin groans in pleasure, only to have it end in a surprised and muffled "MMMPH!" as Alex then leans back on her haunches and presses her sopping-wet pussy onto his face. Sucking on him eagerly, hungrily, she begin rolling her hips and grinds herself into him, willing him to take the hint.
Fortunately, he does. In fact, as he is in all things, Justin proves to be a very quick study, even working with the handicap of her utter transparency. Lifting his head off the bed and craning his neck, he starts out by kissing and nuzzling the invisible mound of her vulva. Then, slowly and tentatively, he raises his arms off the bed and hooks is elbows under her thighs, bringing his hands towards his mouth, to explore gently with his fingers, working like a blind man to guage where everything is by touch alone. His fingertips probe the sodden edges of her slit, then spread her lips open oh-so-gingerly, exposing her hot and molten core to the lavish attention of his tongue. He drags the tip of it slowly up and down, back and forth, in a characteristically thorough examination of the unknown. She rewards him with a shuddering, wordless moan when it locates the slick entrance of her twat, burrowing into it to lap up her seeping wetness, then again with an even louder one after he slides it back down over burning nub of her clit. With a moist popping sound, Alex releases her hold on his cock to look over (through) her shoulder at him, just in time to catch the self-satisfied grin that spreads across his face as he realizes he's hit paydirt. It's quickly replaced by an expression of fierce determination as he spreads her open just a little bit farther, then sticks out his tongue and starts lapping at her feverishly, as though his very life depends on it. Determined, as ever, to give every bit as good as he gets.
Alex moans again, her hips bucking under his assault. Already she can feel an orgasm approaching, the delicious tension building deep within her core, faster and more intensely than she's ever experienced before. Resolved to bring Justin off before he can do it to her—because no way in hell does he get to be better than her at this, too—she turns her face back towards his cock, and takes it back into her mouth. Sheathing her lips with her teeth, she bobs her head up and down rapidly, loving the feel of him sliding back and forth against her tongue. Justin practically growls into her pussy in response, then escalates things by sliding first one finger all the way into her, then two, working them in and out of her hole as his tongue flutters over her clit. Alex squeals, then ups the anté herself, slipping her mouth off his cock and jerking it rapidly in her fist as she licks and sucks his ball. Then, remembering the exquisite feel of his cock rubbing against her taint, she decides to experiment, and plays her tongue over the hardened ridge just below his nutsack, and earns the loudest groan she's pulled out of him yet.
For several long seconds, the only sounds in the room are the frantic slurping of their mouths and the audible squish of his fingers plunging deep into her over and over and over again. They thrash and writhe frantically against each other, uncontrollably, mussing the carefully-made bed and spilling the photos that were spread across it to the floor. Each draws the other inexorably closer and closer to the brink of release, determined not to be the first to go over themselves. Then Justin moans urgently, the vibration of his tongue against her clit causing Alex to gasp. And they go hurtling over the edge together, clinging to one another, as Justin's cock erupts with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum that arcs into the air to spatter on her cheek and the side of her neck, even as Alex bursts like a thunderhead all over his face, practically drowning him in the process.
"Oh, fuck!" she cries out as she rides out her orgasm, grinding hard against his tongue as wave after wave of it crashes over her. "Oh, Justin!"
And then Justin stops moving beneath her, even as one last, lingering squirt of mikly whiteness dribbles out the end of his cock and spills over the back of her hand. Alex sags on top of him, her forehead resting on his right thigh, one hand still wrapped around his softening member, his fingers still buried to the hilt inside her. They lie there like that for a moment, sweaty and gasping for breath, silent and utterly spent. And it's as nearly as perfect a moment as Alex has ever experienced in her young life.
Right up until Justin—once he's finally regained the power of speech—breaks the spell.
"Al-Alex?" he says, with a trembling voice. "Alex, is that you?"
Every muscle in Alex's body stills as her breath hitches in her throat, her eyes going wide as she realizes, too late, what she's done. Frozen, panic and adrenaline coursing through her, she quickly weighs her options. The criminal genius in her effortlessly spins and discards a series of excuses, stories, falsehoods and outright lies—one after the other, each more patently ridiculous than the last—until she finally comes to the conclusion that she really only has two choices, here: stay and admit the truth, or run.
So, of course, she runs. Because for Alex Russo, getting caught is never an option. And it turns out there can be too much of a good thing after all, when that thing is the truth.