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Ashley was alone. Again. Andy had once again abandoned her to fuck that Julia bitch. Of course, he'd said he was just going to a party, but Ashley knew better. For whatever reason, she'd apparently dropped the ball and pissed him off. Maybe because she'd left a few more messages on Julia's phone reminding her that Andy was already spoken for. But she didn't deserve to be punished over it! What was she supposed to do, let some loose whore take up all of Andy's time? Never! Whatever. It was fine. Well, it wasn't, but it was fixable. She had a secret weapon.
Mom thought she'd hidden the vodka, apparently failing to realize that she didn't really need to; Andy could simply buy his own and Ashley had no interest in booze. Unless, of course, there was something in it for her. Like bonding with Andy! And forcing him to admit he was ignoring her for that slut! As pissed as she was, she'd forgive him if he made it up to her. She'd always forgive her Andy. Ashley forced herself to unclench her teeth and smile as she poured a generous amount of the clear liquid into the mostly full two liter cola bullshit that the family sometimes liked to drink. When he got home...
Andrew barely had time to reach for the doorknob before the door itself flung open and the demon the universe had saddled him with was already assaulting him with a thoroughly unneeded (not to mention tight) hug. He pretended not to notice the sensation of her tits pressing up against his body.
"Andy! Andy you're home! I missed you so much!"
Instead of pointing out that he'd only been gone for less than two hours, he said nothing and stood still while she got it out of her system. She’d let go soon enough.
...usually, at least. This time it was taking longer than usual.
"Well! Aren't you going to hug me back?! At least greet me properly for god's sake!"
He wrapped his arms around her and tried to ignore the cheap but still pleasant citrus scent of her hair as she settled into his lackluster embrace. "I am greeting you. With a hug." He rested his head atop hers and her hair tickled at his mouth.
"But you weren't hugging me proper! You have to-"
"Hug you properly, yes, you little monster." He gave her a squeeze and pretended to not notice the warmth of her tits pressing up even closer against his chest, or the small but shameful flow of blood pulsating south. "Can I go-"
"No!! You've been ignoring me again!"
Andrew suppressed a sigh; she’d get even more pissed off at that.. “I’m not ignoring you, Ashley. I’m in college now. I’m busy. We-”
“Apparently you aren’t too busy if you have time for-”
Yeah, time to nip that shit in the bud. “Ashley,” he warned.
“You’re supposed to be here for me, Andy,” she whispered into his shoulder. Her breath hitched and despite himself he did feel a little bad. These last few months they hadn’t spent nearly as much together as they used to. And then there was the matter of his still quite fresh relationship with Julia…
Damn it all to hell. Apparently he was babysitting his little sister. Again. Like every single moment that he wasn’t physically on campus. Hell, even on campus she was finding ways to demand attention. Like filling his girlfriend’s answering machine with thinly veiled death threats. He’d wanted to talk to her about that today, but now…
She could really act like a kicked puppy when she wanted something.
“Damn it, LeyLey…”
“Worry not, dear brother of mine,” she nearly chirped, seemingly forgetting the kicked puppy act she had just been acting the hell out of. Abruptly, she released him. The corner of her eyes were nearly wet despite her mood’s sudden change. He wasn’t surprised. This kind of thing was normal for her.
“I’ve already thought about it, and decided that because it is the weekend, and you have nothing going on-”
“I never said that-”
“We’re going to have a sleepover!”
“You can’t be-”
“I am!”
“...”
“...”
“...If I do this for you, will you stop leaving nasty messages on my gi-”
“Only if you order us pizza! We’ll both drink soda and eat pizza until our stomachs explode and our guts fly out!”
Despite Ashley’s bullshit, he smirked. “Until our stomachs explode, huh?”
“And our guts fly out!”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
So, two favors in exchange for one that Ashley would probably conveniently “forget” within a week or less. That was probably the best he was going to get for tonight. And… as loathe as he was to admit it to himself, it had been a few weeks since he and Ashley had actually had some quality one on one time - between college and his new-ish girlfriend, it made sense that someone as clingy as Ashley could feel neglected. Now that he was thinking about it, it had been almost a full two weeks since he’d crawled into her bed and fell asleep next to her. Now that he thought of it, he actually kind of missed her.
“Fine.”
“Yes! You’re the best big brother ever!”
They sat on the couch, one of Ashley’s favorite slasher flicks flashing blood and gore on the television screen and both of her legs resting in his lap. The pizza had already been devoured, and Andrew was feeling just a little tipsy.
Among other things.
“I’m not stupid, Ashley.”
The second the soda’s fizzling scent had reached his nose, Andrew knew what his sister had done. As far as he knew, which in his sister’s case was everything except for how her mind truly worked, his sister did not drink alcohol. Her vices tended to be rooted in pathological cruelty rather than simple pleasures like drugs and substances.
In other words: she was trying to get him drunk for some reason that she didn’t feel like sharing.
“No, you are, but what makes you say that?”
Instead of dignifying that asinine question with an answer, Andrew merely tipped his head in the direction of their parent’s bedroom. “You know where Mom hides her vodka. I could taste it, Leyley.”
Not even trying to pretend, Ashley just howled with laughter. “And yet you continued to drink! I guess I did make it a little strong, huh? Whoops,” she said, oozing smugness. “Maybe now you’ll tell me why you keep ignoring-!”
Before he could think or she could continue gloating, Andrew drained his glass and carelessly dropped it on the floor. He covered their distance quickly, throwing her legs off his lap and ending up looming over her face, her body, her tits showing just enough and the vodka clouding his self control for just long enough-
“You know why I never get drunk with you, Ashley?” he growled, low and threatening. His face was so close to hers he could feel the heat of her face. He was straddling her, his body just barely hovering over hers, so dangerously close to- he cut that train of thought off. The alcohol made it just barely manageable.
He didn’t wait for an answer. “Because I know my self control would go flying out of the fucking window.”
Ashley’s body was still and her eyes were wide, and swimming with an emotion he had never seen from her before. He didn’t care.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Ashley? Is that it? Is that why you have a meltdown every fucking time-”
“Do you want to fuck me, Andy?” She asked quietly and so unlike her. The emotion that he refused to put a name to had vanished from her eyes, and now there was something else there, familiar and terrifying and far more intoxicating than alcohol or drugs could ever be. “Because I think you want to. In fact, I know you want it. You’re hard.”
She didn’t need to tell him. She didn’t need to touch him to make him that way. But her pointing it out…his self control, his desire to not want to admit that he’d fantasied about fucking his sister for years was slipping. Damn it, damn it all to hell.
Andrew brought his mouth close to hers, lips less than a hair's breadth away from touching and wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, applying just enough pressure to warn her properly but not actually hurt her. “And so I am. If you don’t tell me to fuck off, I’m going to fuck you, right here on the living room couch, and you’re going to keep quiet so our parents don’t hear us. ”
“Do whatever you want to do, Andy,” Ashley said, for perhaps the first time in their lives nearly meek in submission to his physical strength over her.
That was all he needed. “Then keep your fucking mouth shut and don’t wake our parents.”
The next moments were a haze, a foggy haze of desperate hands loosing his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and someone’s hands pulling them and his boxers down just enough, anger with no place to go and want all soaked in sheer animal need. Her pants and underwear had at some point been pulled down as well, and her top had been pulled up and one of her nipples was in his mouth, and for once in her adult life her noises of appreciation were cute and small and god, his cock couldn’t get inside of her fast enough.
Despite being a virgin, Ashley had the sense to guild him in and just her hand touching his dick made him moan indulgently - “ Don’t cum yet, don’t cum yet, good god Andrew don’t fucking cum yet!” - she was wet, and so hot. Ashley groaned in what was probably a mix of pleasure and pain, and Andrew's teeth wasted no time finding their way to his sister’s neck as he quickly and roughly bottomed out in her warmth.
“Ow! Be gent-”
“ Shut. Up,” he hissed against her flesh, clamping a hand against her mouth. He didn’t care if he wasn’t going as slowly as she would like, when had she ever cared about what he wanted? After all she had done to him, after all he had done for her…He pulled back and ignored Ashley’s apparent relief before thrusting back in at full force, ignoring her muffled grunts and occasional whimpers and finding his rhythm. This was the least she could do for him, to keep her mouth shut and just take it for once in her life-!
If it had been any other situation, he might have been embarrassed to orgasm so quickly. But not with Ashley. Never with Ashley.
His mouth tasted of copper, and he finally saw what he had done to her neck. Suddenly, in the wake of his orgasm and the midst of catching his breath, he was ashamed.
“Wow, that’s it? Weak bitch.”
Ashley’s voice was shaky, and there were tear tracks running down her eyes, and while for a moment Andrew wanted nothing more in that moment to chop off his cock and throw himself off the balcony…
There was the unmistakable feeling of being had when they slunk into their room, into her bed, and deep into sleep.