Title: All Alone

Pairing/Characters: Lyle/Claire/HRG
Rating: NC17 or M
Summary: What happens when Lyle and Claire find themselves alone?!
Word Count: 1,724

"Die! Why won't you die!" I yelled at the stupid zombie that wouldn't die. This was starting to piss me off. We'd been battling this dungeon for a half hour now and because Josh was a stupid newb, he'd tripped a trap. This was the fourth wave of zombies that wouldn't die. Well they'd die, but it took a ton of ammo and lots of time.

"Chill, Lyle... Don't worry. We'll get em." Connor said through the headset.

"I know, but I'm running low on ammo and I'm getting tired of just killing the same thing over and over again!" I said as I sat up on my bed.

"Hey guys, the walkthrough says, 'If you're stupid enough to trip the zombie spawning switch, then sit in for the long haul cause eight rounds of these are to kill mo-fos are coming your way...' Again guys, I'm sorry..." Josh said through Connors exclamation of delight at downing another zombie. I rolled my eyes and was tempted to take the headset off.

"If you apologize one more time, Josh, I swear I'll get my mom to drive me to your house just to kick your ass! Now shut up and do your part to kill these suckers! I don't want to have to reload the save point!" I said as I kept a zombie from killing Connor's guy. "Heads up Connor! That's the fourth time I've prevented your death."

"I know, I know... I saw it, but was too slow to do anything about it." I dispatched a few more zombies when I noticed my door slowly opening. I ignored it when I realized it was only Claire. I'm not doing the dishes... I thought as she sauntered in my room.

"Close the door." I said off handedly to her.

"There isn't a door." Connor said through the headset. I laughed.

"My bad, no I was telling Claire to close my door." I said. I caught a movement from the corner of my eye and looked around to see that Claire had ignored my instruction of closing the door. Instead she was sitting in my desk chair riffling through the papers that were there. I rolled my eyes again; I can ignore her as much as she's ignoring me then... I thought.

"Wait! Claire's there? Are you alone with her?" Josh asked in an annoying voice while Connor wolf-whistled loudly. I laughed.

"What's she wearing?" Connor asked as I caught Claire's attention. She smiled and rolled her eyes as I pointed to my headset. I actually took a minute to take in her clothing so that I could give them an accurate description.

"First off, her hair is down with no curls what-so-ever,"

"Awe... I like her curls..." Josh said interrupting.

"Hush and let me finish. She has a light blue tank top--"

"Can you tell if she has a bra on?!" Connor interjected.

"No, now shut the hell up or I won't continue! A light blue tank top and a denim skirt. It's short, before you two retards interrupt wanting to know. She's wearing flip-flops and has her toenails painted light pink." I heard two collective sighs as I finished. I laughed. "You guys are sorry!"

"Dude, I can't help that your sister is hot!" Connor said as I watched Claire. I couldn't help but agree with my friends on their opinions. Claire looked up at me and smiled that secretive smile she does when she's got a plan or scheme. She stood up and walked over to me. Turning around she proceeded to lay across my chest with her hand on her forehead. I laughed again.

"WHAT?!" Was the collective question from my headset.

"They can't see you sis..." I said to Claire who looked at me and winked.

"Oh, oh Lyle!" Her voice was purring and I leaned the microphone closer to her lips. "Oh, Lyle, take me now!" She said in a mock-seductive voice. I had to control myself and not laugh as the guys on the other end of the headset both groaned.

"Sorry boys, but duty calls." I said holding my laughter in. "My sister needs a man right now, we'll pick the game back up later." There were several protests, but the one that made me laugh was Josh's "Leave the mike turned on for us!" I continued to laugh as I disconnected the headset and paused the game. I turned my TV off too. "So why didn't you close my door, mom could have happened by when you put on your dirty little show, then where would we have been?" I asked Claire. She still hadn't moved off my chest. She stopped checking underneath her fingernails for dirt and smiled at me.

"No one's home. We have the house to ourselves..." She trailed off as her expression darkened.

"No one's home, really?" I asked, but before she could answer my hands were in her hair and my mouth was on hers. It'd been so long. I think this had been the longest between times that we'd had to endure. My hands roamed all over her face and neck as I drank in her mouth. She was emitting little sounds of pleasure that made my pants tighten. I sat up fully on a breathing break and she climbed onto the bed straddling my waist. This hiked her skirt up and I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. I reclaimed her mouth as I pulled her tank top off. No bra either, she'd probably planned it this way. The quicker the clothes came off the more time we'd enjoy before returning to the lie that was our brother/sister relationship.

"Oh, Lyle!" Claire moaned as my fingers played between her legs. I dropped my mouth down to her breast as she tried to remove my shirt. I laughed and we paused long enough to throw our clothing aside. "Lie back." Claire said as we regained the bed. I did as she told me and closed my eyes as her mouth took my prick in. It was already thrumming with desire for her, but for some untold reason she loved to suck me off. Her nails scratch along my pelvis bones as her mouth worked on me. I was too far gone to realize that we weren't quite alone anymore.

"Oh, yeah there..." I heard Claire muffle around my prick. I looked at her because I wasn't doing anything but combing my fingers through her long hair. I was shocked to find Dad standing behind Claire. I couldn't see what he was doing to her, but she liked it and I could tell by her renewed attentions to me. I shrugged. As long as he doesn't touch me, I can just pretend he's not there... I thought as Claire's hand help keep a steady pace on me. I moaned just as Claire did and that made me open my eyes again. Dad's eyes were closed behind those glasses he wore and he was smiling as he bucked into Claire.

I realized that he was riding her as she rode me and for some insane reason I found it extremely hot. It wasn't two seconds after Dad picked up his pace that I came. I cried out and rode the waves of pleasure while still watching Dad fuck Claire. Her mouth left my prick cold, but it wasn't long before I was ready for more. She moaned continuously, which is why we did these activities only when we were completely alone. I scooted up to her and took her mouth, kissing her moans away.

"Oh! Clairebear!" Dad said as he bucked really hard and then stopped. I assumed he'd come and I was all too happy to keep Claire occupied. I snaked my fingers down to her clit and began rubbing and pinching it in a fast enough pace that in no time Claire was screaming through her orgasm. I found that Dad's treatment of her had been negligent, you don't come before a lady does, unless she's sucking you off. "I'm sorry Clairebear... I should have paced it for you... But, but it was intense to see Lyle kissing you while I fucked you..." He trailed off. I could see why he wasn't addressing me and I agreed that it'd be too weird. As long as he only touched Claire I would be fine. If he needed to pretend I wasn't there, though he'd just admitted to liking us kissing while he fucked her, well then that's the way he deals with it.

"It's ok Dad... Lyle." She looked at me intensely. "I want you now!" She said as if she hadn't just got fucked already. I shrugged, though I was a bit apprehensive. What would dad do while I fucked her? I wondered as we rearranged our positions. Dad as it turned out was just going to watch. All of a sudden I was nervous. What if my performance was sloppy? What if he didn't approve of how I did things... I shrugged those thoughts away as I entered Claire. Even though she'd been ridden once already, she was still tight around me. I began moving, kissing her mouth each time I came close enough. Her moans began and it really felt like we were acting a part for the movie Dad was watching. We timed things perfectly and there was no confusion or slowing. When I knew I was close, I increased my pace, but used my fingers on Claire's clit to help her along too. My movements were too fast now and I couldn't cover her mouth anymore, so I leaned up away from her torso and concentrated on the fucking.

Movement caught my attention and I saw Dad move from my desk chair and kneel beside the bed. His mouth covered hers and it fascinated me to watch them make out. Claire brought her hands up to his face and ran them through his hair. One hand removed his glasses, but kept them in her hand on the side of his face. Two more thrusts and we both came in an explosion of pleasure. I collapsed half on top of her and rested.