Magic Marker: Book 1: Felt (Part 3)

Chapter 13

"Feel any different?"

She waited a few seconds to answer... it sometimes seemed to take a while to kick in. But she didn't feel any different, so she said, "No." But then, she'd never even heard the term 'fuck toy' before. Did she need to know what the words meant for it to work? She didn't think so, she only had a vague idea what 'horny' meant, and she was absolutely now super horny most of the time.

So, what was the essential nature of a 'fuck toy'? It was two words, or at least it looked like it... 'fuck' and 'toy'. A toy for fucking, or a toy you could fuck, maybe... probably the first one. She remembered the Toy Story movies, which imagined a world where toys were alive, and maybe it was like that. They wanted to be played with, enjoyed it like nothing else in the world. If so, maybe... "Maybe you're a fuck toy already." Her brother finished the unvoiced thought.

She shrugged. "Or maybe nothing'll happen until you try to fuck me." The swear came out this time with no hesitation or blush or stumbling. That was new.

His penis grew an extra half-inch, and went from an engorged but still dangly appendage to a rigid bouncy thing that seemed to have a life and personality. "Oh? Is that a request?"

"If you're going to fuck me, I don't really have much choice, do I?" But she DID want it to happen, and she spread her legs.

He looked down at her, poked a finger in her pussy which was, as usual, sopping wet. "Yeah, but you seem like you want it. Like a good fuck toy."

"Some of that's you," she pointed out. "You squirted a lot in me last time, and it hasn't all leaked out." It wasn't meant as complaint, she just thought it needed to be said.

"Hmmm," he said, still looking down there, then he ran the head of his penis in the sloppy mess again and asked, "Still mad at me for taking your virginity?"

"No," she said. "It's okay." She didn't even mind the kiss, not that much.

"Good. I'm glad." It was said with remarkable gentleness, and then he added, "So I might as well be the first to fuck your ass, too. Turn over." He gave her space to move.

She trembled, with excitement, not fear, and got on her knees, on the cushions, her arms braced against the back of the couch, raised, waiting.

When he came back, she felt his dick against her pussy first again, it flexed and seemed to grow against her, forcing apart her lips, and then he withdrew and spread her butt cheeks. The warm, slick head grazed her tight rectum, which flexed against it at the moment of contact, like she was giving it a single kiss.

There was no time for a second... just like a guy, it took one kiss for an invitation, and pushed its way in. And contrary to what she'd been taught about the world said, she loved it even more for that, no asking for permission, it just knew what it wanted and pushed, making her accept it, the biggest thing she'd ever had up there.

Luckily I love anal stuff, she thought, and pushed back down against him with a grunt, getting deeper inside, and instinctively squeezing against him, not even to try and force him out, just trying to make it as tight as possible. A hard cock was better than a small finger, and much better than a pen, the slightly yielding nature of it made it feel less like an invasion and more like a playful struggle, a wrestling match with a perfectly matched opponent. She couldn't win, but she couldn't lose either. She jiggled her ass and gave a groan.

"That's right... it's okay to show you love it."

It was like a switch flipped in her head, and suddenly she was shouting like something in a porn video, "Oh, yeah... I love it... harder... harder..." He gave it to her harder. "Fuck my ass!" The vehemence, the unbridled brazenness of the words shocked her even as they left her mouth, and she figured that this was another quality of a fuck toy... that she would behave how the person fucking her wanted. Keith suggested he wanted her to be louder, to show how much she loved it, and that's what she was doing... and she did love it, she only wanted it more. Thankfully, he was doing his best to comply, pressing in deeper, soon as deep as he could go, she could feel his belly against her butt, and his balls slamming against her pussy, intensifying the pleasure, and making her want to be even louder. "Yeah... yeah... fuck me... fuck my ass.... it's so good." He picked up speed, slamming into her again and again more like a machine than a person. The silence helped fuel that impression, he hadn't said much, and she wasn't looking at him, so she just felt her ass being filled repeatedly, the pounding, the sense of being just taking pleasure rather than having to do anything for it. She could just let herself go, let the pleasure build, moan loudly or ask her brother to fuck her again, until... "I'm almost there... don't stop... oh God..." and she let out a high-pitched yell as an orgasm rippled through her.

Keith kept pounding her all the way through it, but more slowly, and Susan felt a wet point on her back, one that moved. He was writing again, she realized, and she knew she should care, but she didn't, she was enjoying the orgasm too much. After, she wanted to ask about it, but he'd picked up speed again and she decided she should just be a good fuck toy and worry about that later. It was less than a minute after she came down from the high of her orgasm that his hands dug into her buttocks almost painfully, and he started grunting with every thrust, and then he slowed down again... not like when he was writing, this time it was more deliberate. He was giving thrusts that were as deep as possible and staying deep for seconds. On the third of these deep thrusts, he groaned and she could feel him squirting inside her...

Her mind exploded. This time, there was no buildup, no warning, she was just suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure so intense she had to close her eyes, raise her face to the ceiling and open her mouth... she couldn't even say later if she cried out, she was deaf as well as blind, all there was, was sensation.

He pulled his penis out and wiped it on the top of her ass, not just on, but all around, like she was now just good for that purpose. She looked back over her shoulder, and he was wiping his forehead with the back of the hand that held the pen, which made her remember how he'd used it while she was cumming. "Did you write something else on me?"

"Calm your tits," he said. "It was nothing bad."

She strained her neck to try to read it, but it was no use, it was either right above or right below the 'super horny' mark and she couldn't read it without a mirror. "What's it say?"

"Infertile," he said. "You couldn't get pregnant that way, anyway, but I think I'm going to be using my fuck toy a lot, and I don't want there to be any accidents."

She relaxed. "Oh. Okay, then." That was a good thing, she decided. She certain didn't want to get pregnant... imagine going to school in the new year with a big fat pregnancy belly, everybody knowing... she blushed at just the thought, and shook her head to clear it. "I wish you wouldn't just write stuff on me, though."

He wiggled the marker. "Too bad, I've got the pen."

Susan turned over to sit on the couch, worrying a little about whether his cum would be leaking out of her and onto the couch, and then realizing if it did stain, she'd already done it with the cum on her ass. Too late to worry about it, and she had something else on her mind. "Wait a minute... does this mean you believe it now?"

He shrugged. "Not completely, but it's better to be safe than sorry, right?"

Not completely believing also meant not completely disbelieving. "But you think it's possible, right?"

"I think it's possible you aren't completely stupid and naive for believing it." He thrust a hand to her hair, tousled it in the way he often did, when he was teasing her, or about to. "I mean you're still stupid and naive, but for other reasons." Susan made a face, but he just laughed and walked off, back up the stairs, leaving her alone, yet another sign that sex was all she was good for. "See you the next time I get horny," he said, just before slamming the door to his room.

Maybe it was all she was good for. She was a fuck toy, now, and what else was a toy good for than playing with? Maybe she should just lie here on the couch, leaking cum, until the next time she was needed.

No, she thought, forcefully rejecting the idea, despite, or maybe because of, how appealing it was. She may be a fuck toy, but she wasn't JUST a fuck toy. She was a person, and even through all of this, she'd stay one. She still had dreams, she still wanted to be a writer, she still wanted to travel the world, visit Disneyland, go to Rome, see Stonehenge, she still wanted to find somebody who'd love her for her, someday. And, now, to find somebody who was really good at sex, the way Keith was, at least while she was a super horny fuck toy who loved anal stuff. She hoped she still enjoyed it as much when the marks wore off.

Keith was good at sex, and might love her that way... and she could see herself loving him back that way... but she needed him not to be a jerk, first. As much as she liked some of the things he'd done to her, she couldn't live like this.

That was why she forced herself to get up. First, she took a trip to the bathroom, she had to pee, and took the opportunity to clean herself too. Next, she returned to the couch and wiped it down, trying to get as much of the cum off as she could. There was still a long wet spot, but she hoped it would dry before her parents got home, and, if she remembered, she'd Febreeze it later or spill some food she could claim was the source of the stain. She still didn't want Keith to get caught.

After that, she went back upstairs and got her clothes on. It felt more dignified, somehow. The funny thing was, before that day, she had often had fantasies of walking around the house naked all day. She'd done it in her room for long periods of time, but only when nobody was supposed to be home. That was as brave as she got in reality, at least since she was a six or seven years old, but in fantasy, she'd walk around the house, sometimes even be brave enough to walk across open windows and pretend not to notice that people could see in. In some of her fantasies, her family were there, noticing but not reacting, pretending this was normal.

Now, the fantasy was still attractive, but she felt she needed the clothes to convince herself she was a real person, not just an object, something to be repeatedly felt. So, she dressed, returned to her room, and wrote. This time, rare for her, she wrote autobiographically, setting down the story of her first time, from her perspective... not all the details, the context, she didn't mention the marker, or that it was Keith, or even that it was her, she just concentrated on the feelings of one girl experiencing her first time with an older boy who didn't ask permission. She didn't intend anybody to ever read it, it was just her instinct to get it out, and it came out, all in a rush.

She called the short story "Felt."

When she completed it, it was like a weight had lifted off her shoulders. It wasn't that it made it go away... she still had the magic marks, and even writing the story was making her super-horniness kick in again, but she felt a lot better, like now that it was in a story, it made sense, a curious blend of real and not-real, which was how she felt. That was the power of words, they didn't have to be literally true to reflect how things were, how things felt. And maybe one more reason she felt better, was because if she could use what happened in a story, then, she might be a super-horny fuck toy who was addicted to cum, but above all that, she was a writer, writing what she knew. Now, for the first time, she had a story worth telling, and the promise of more to come. Maybe, she thought, one of them will be a love story. Maybe she already was in one. Who could say when one story ended and another began? The story 'Felt' was just a small part of another, but it was the only one she could put down on paper at that moment.

Her first worthwhile true story written, she answered a phone call from her friend Dana, the girl she'd once took provocative pics with and sent them across the Internet, and they chatted a while, gossiped. Dana suggested she come over and hang out, but Susan didn't want to, not trusting herself out around other people, not sure she couldn't have lots more fun with Keith. So she claimed she still wasn't feeling well, the excuse she'd used for her foot odor problem, and, after a few more minutes of silly but fun conversation, ended the call, and got undressed.

She'd had fun pretending to be a person, but she was ready to be a fuck toy again.

Chapter 14

This time, Keith had her get on top. "Geez, you're wearing me, out," he said, when Susan appeared at his door, naked, although he sounded more amused than worn out. "I'll fuck you, but you're going to have to do most of the work, squirt." He took her to his bed, and he didn't even bother to get undressed again. He lay down and unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out so that it was standing upright, and told her to climb on.

She complied, because what other choice did she have? He wanted to fuck, and she did, too. She straddled him, and stood on her knees to aim his dick towards her ass-cheeks, planning to put it up her butt, but with his hand he redirected it so it slapped up against her pussy lips. "You can't get pregnant, might as well do it the real way."

"But I love anal stuff," she said.

"And I love your cunt." That word made her blush, that was like, one of the ultra-bad words, and one of the few she still hadn't said out loud. The head of Keith's cock pulsed against her wet pussy... or her wet cunt, as she deliberately tried to think of it, just for that little extra feel of dirtiness that she realized she was starting to crave. She might have loved anal, but mostly, she just wanted Keith inside of her somewhere, so she didn't argue any more, just let him slide inside.

One he was settled inside, she lowered herself, going all the way down until there was that flush of almost-pain... not actual pain, there hadn't been any of that in a while, but it was like a warning that pain might come if he got any deeper. Luckily that wasn't possible. He was at his deepest inside her, and she felt that deep connection again, but there was one thing missing, the motion. So she began to push off him, then fall back, using her hands on his chest, almost like she was trying to do CPR.

And, because she was a fuck toy, and that was what he liked, she started compulsively talking, "Oh, god, yeah, I love it, I love your cock, it feels so good in my cunt..." There was that word, one more taboo broken, without even thinking about it. A few 'mmms' followed next, and then she talked about how big Keith's cock was, how much she loved it, how she wanted him to cum in her cunt... she didn't think about most of these words, not really, even though they were true, they just ran out of her automatically. In her mind, she just enjoyed the ride. She told him to fuck her, even though it was really her fucking him, she was indeed doing all the work, but feeling him underneath her and inside her was more than enough to get the job done, and she came, screaming, on top of him.

This time, because she was riding him, when the orgasm overtook her, the motion stopped too, for the most part, and it seemed less intense for all of that, but still enough to make her toes curl. When she opened her eyes, she looked down and saw Keith with a wincing grimace on his face, and a finger in each ear. "Jesus Christ, Suze..."

She didn't reply... he was still hard inside of her, and that meant she still had a job to do, and began riding him again, a motion that felt a lot like horseback riding... she didn't think she'd ever be able to ride a horse again without thinking of sex. "Oh yeah... yeah..." That uncontrollable voice started again, telling him to fuck her, but, to her surprise, he didn't seem to be into it. His face was almost blank and, for a second, it looked like he was rolling her eyes. She slowed, and asked with a trembling voice, "What? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, it's just... the dirty talk is really over the top."

"But... you TOLD me to..."

"I didn't want you to be fake about it." She didn't think of it as fake... she wouldn't have done it if he hadn't asked, but it's what she would have said if she did feel comfortable enough to express her innermost desires so vocally.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Just cut it out. Go back to the way you were before. I liked it better when you only made noises when it was like you couldn't help it."

"Okay," she said, and started moving again, more slowly, and definitely more quietly. The uncontrollable voice was gone, like a switch had flicked off. As a fuck toy, she was being what he wanted, and she took some comfort in the fact that what he wanted was her normal self. In fact, she liked that thought so much that she let out a few "mmm" sounds on her own, and this seemed to make Keith smile.

She liked when he smiled. And she liked him looking at her while they fucked, while he felt her and she felt him, and she was giving him so much pleasure and he was doing the same for hers. She thought about leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, using tongue, like he'd done that one time, but she wasn't sure if that was what he wanted, and finally decided it wasn't what she wanted. At least, she didn't want to lean forward... she wanted the kiss, but she wanted him to kiss her. Having a kiss forced on you was better than being the one to make the first move. Maybe Keith was right, the best kisses were the stolen kind, where he doesn't ask, he just wants to kiss you enough that he does without asking. What better proof of his feelings?

He didn't kiss her, but, pretty soon, he did cum, and that was when Susan got her second surprise of being a fuck toy. Like the last time, the moment he came inside her, she was slammed into a surprise orgasm, one that made her squeal, not as loud or elaborate as the scream of her first one, but more genuine. Pleasure mixed with surprise because she wasn't ready for another orgasm. After he was done cumming inside of her, she collapsed against his chest.

He stroked her hair gently, then run his hands along the back of her neck. "Did you cum when I did?" he asked.

"Yeah. I did last time, too, when you shot off in my ass. I think it's part of being a fuck toy." After that revelation, she tilted her head to look him in the eyes again. "Is that what fuck toys do? Do they cum when guys do?"

"I don't know," he admitted, which surprised her. He didn't like to admit he didn't know something. "I'm not sure there's an actual definition for them. But, I guess it makes sense. I mean, what good is a toy if you still need to play with it after you're done?" He rolled her off him, not ungently, but without any apparent concern for how much she just liked laying with him, either. What a jerk. "Speaking of which," he said. He pulled his wilted cock into his pants, before she could get her bearings again and, as was her first instinct, stick it in her mouth to suck it until he pulled it out. Maybe that didn't interest him. "I've got to get back to my drawing."

He left her there, on his bed and went to work, drawing not with the magic marker, but a sharpie. She couldn't see his work, and, at the moment, she didn't care. There were other things, other needs, to take care of, and, on his bed, she spread her legs and began scooping cum from inside of her pussy and transferring it greedily to her lips. She had an addiction to feed, and that was as good a way to do it as any... maybe it was just as well he didn't fuck her ass. It was too gross to consider drinking the cum out of her ass and yet, she had the feeling that if it had been long enough, she'd do exactly that. As it was, it was a little disgusting to think about, eating from her own pussy, gathering the runny, slimy liquid on her fingers and swallowing it, but at least it still tasted good.

After a couple of minutes, he finally looked up from the 'in the zone' state he sometimes got into while drawing, and watched her feeding herself on his cum. "What are you doing?"

She glared at him. "I'm addicted to cum, remember?"

He broke into a grin. "Right." He turned back to make another few lines, but now, every so often, would turn back to watch. "You're turning into quite the little cumslut, aren't you?"

"Not turning," she stressed. She brushed her hair out of her eye again, this time with the back of her hand... she didn't want cum in her hair. "Turned. Turned into. By you. All the things you wrote."

He scoffed. "Well, you'd better get used to it. It's not like I'm going to change it."

"You could," she said. "You could write 'Not' in front of 'Addicted to Cum', maybe." Maybe 'Super Horny' too, although deep down she wasn't sure she wanted that to go away, it made her feel alive. She wasn't even sure she wanted to not be a fuck toy. But being addicted to cum... that was going to be a problem.

Keith spun his chair around to look at her directly, instead of over-the-shoulder as he'd been doing. "And why would I want to do that? It's so much fun watching you squirm... for my sperm." He seemed to add the last part as an afterthought, like he just realized the rhyme.

"Because Mom and Dad are going to be home soon."

That got him out of the chair entirely. He sprung out, and was to the bed in an instant, his grin gone, expression dark. His rough hand closed around her face, pushing her lips together. "What, you're going to tell on me?"

"No," she said through lips mooshed together at the sides.

"Because everybody knows a good fuck toy never tells."

She wasn't sure if that was true... it might be. In Toy Story, the toys instinctively kept their natures a secret, although that wasn't a perfect analogy because everybody already knew they were toys, just not that they were talking ones with a life of their own. Susan didn't want to tell anyone Keith made her a fuck toy, but how do you know if you don't want to tell because you don't, or because it was in the nature of a fuck toy? Maybe it just didn't matter. "I wouldn't tell," she said, and he finally stopped squeezing her mouth, but left his hand on her face like he might do so again at any moment. She went on, "I wouldn't tell on you, Keith, I don't WANT you to get in trouble..."

His body relaxed, and he dropped his hand entirely. "So why are you bringing up Mom and Dad? It kind of ruins the mood."

"Because they're going to find out! They're not stupid... and what if I get a craving in the middle of the night and can't control it."

"You'd better control it."

She ignored him, and went on, "And you're not even thinking about what happens if they see the marks? I already have to be careful about what I wear, and all it'll take is Mom coming in without knocking while I'm getting ready for bed, or my shirt riding up a little on my back... sooner or later, they'll see what you did..."

His lips twitched, like he was about to say 'good point' or something, but couldn't bring himself to actually do it out loud. Instead, what he said was, "Hmm." A few seconds later, he patted her thigh and said, "Go to your room."

"What?"

"I have some stuff to do, and you're distracting me. Go to your room, finish eating up all that cum, and let me think."

"Okay, but can you just write..."

His voice was firm. "No." But then he relented and said, "Not now. If I have to, I'll do it right before they get home."

She figured it was the best she was going to get, so she scooted past him to the edge of the bed and stood up. On her way out, she spared a glance at her drawing table... there was a drawing of a young girl, short hair with long bangs in front, naked. Although it was done with markers, the lines were so clean, exact, and everything looked right, real, even the hands were perfect, not malformed like before. She only saw it for a second, but she could immediately tell it was the best thing he'd ever drawn.

It was only after Keith guided her out and closed the door behind her that she realized that it was her. She wasn't 100% sure... it was done in the anime style her brother liked, but the short dark hair matched hers (of course, it was black, but you couldn't get brown with a black marker), and the body type sure looked like hers... virtually no body at all, except a bit of a waist, and it was all well drawn. He had taken those nude photos, maybe having a reference really made a difference. Or maybe she had just inspired him... she liked that idea that best. She was like a, what was the word... muse.

Except he didn't want her around now, which hurt, even if it was partly because she scared him about Mom and Dad. Maybe he was in there panicking... keeping calm on the outside, but stressing out and pacing in the privacy of his room. The thought made her stomach roil... she always got nervous when she thought Keith was suffering, and whenever their parents yelled at him it felt like she wanted to throw up... it was worse than when they were yelling at her. In fact, she'd rather they yell at her, and sometimes in those moments she wished she could trade places with him and take the yelling instead, and afterwards her first instinct was always to go cheer him up. It seemed stupid, because Keith never seemed to care about being yelled at, during or after, but she always worried that inside he was fragile.

That was probably hopeless fantasy, she knew that, but what she knew was secondary to what she felt. She wanted to run to Keith, tell him it was okay, tell him that even if their parents found out about the marks, she'd claim she wrote it herself... and she would do that if she thought it would do any good, but she was realistic enough to know that they'd never believe her. She couldn't exactly write legibly on her own back.

She thought about this sitting on the edge of her bed, still trying to get the last drips of cum by dipping her fingers in her pussy and licking them clean, although by this point she was pretty sure all the juices were hers. That was when she heard Keith's door open. She went to her own door, planning to assure him it would be okay, she'd do her best, keep covered all week, never let anybody see the marks. But when she opened the door, he had his back to her, headed down the hall, so she didn't speak up, just watched. He went into the master bedroom.

Chapter 15

Susan crept out of her room, tiptoeing down the hall, sure he'd be enraged if he caught her spying on him, but unable to resist. What was he doing? The sound of a light switch gave her a clue... he hadn't turned on the master bedroom light, so it must be the closet or their bathroom.

A squeak told her it was the bathroom, she remembered the distinctive sound of the medicine cabinet built behind the mirror. What did he want in there? She smiled as an idea hit her... chemicals. He was looking for something that might wash the ink away... like hydrogen peroxide, that Mom sometimes brought out to treat minor scrapes. She wasn't sure it would work on the ink, but it wouldn't hurt to try, and there might be other chemicals in there that would do a better job. She smiled triumphantly... and then realized she'd better get back to her room. If he caught her spying, he might decide not to remove the marks, just for spite. So she dashed back behind the safety of her door, and waited for him to come for her.

Except, he never did. Instead, he went downstairs, and Susan hoped he was just looking for more, or better, chemicals, but this time, decided not to try to spy. She just waited, hopefully, but that hope drained as long stretches of time passed and he didn't come, and then vanished entirely when the phone rang. Keith answered it, and then about a minute later, knocked at her door.

"They're on their way home, so if you want one last fix, this is your last chance."

"Yes please." Susan scooted right off the edge of her bed... she was already on her way to super-horniness again, and was starting to think about nothing other than the creamy taste of his cum, and her stomach was jumping at the thought that she might not have any all night. He unzipped and pulled out his cock, pushing it close enough to her that her cock sucker instincts came in, full force. She went down on him eagerly, hungrily, not just driven by her need and nature but the fear that they'll hear the door downstairs and have to stop.

Finally, with him holding her hair, she got her reward, the delicious gooey treat that ran down the back of her tongue as she swallowed and swallowed.... There wasn't as much of it this time... maybe she really was draining him dry... but it was enough to quiet the need. When he stopped squirting, she went to work cleaning his cock with her tongue, unwilling to let go until he physically pulled away from her... which he did.

"Okay, now let's get you off..." She nodded, and only then noticed that she didn't have an orgasm when he came in her mouth. She did when he came in her ass or pussy. Did fuck toys not get off from oral sex? It must be the case, she decided, otherwise she would have. It wasn't as though he fucked her mouth, anyway, and maybe that was the difference, if she was a fuck toy and 'fucking' wasn't involved, she wouldn't cum when he did, but that didn't matter right then... what did matter was that she was super horny.

He gave her the shocker again, and this time, she didn't even get naked... she had gotten dressed after last time, but this time in a skirt... a long one, long enough to cover 'cock sucker', but it could easily be pushed up, and her soggy panties drawn down, so he could finger her on her bed until she writhed with yet another orgasm. She'd long ago lost count of how many she'd had, and could no longer imagine how she'd lived without it for twelve years. It was like she'd lived her whole life in a cave, and thought that was what life was, but then suddenly discovered she could go outside into the grass and flowers and play in the light and warmth of the sun. That was another simile she liked, and she made a note of that to use later in her writing.

As she regained her breath from the orgasm, Keith stroked her leg, the one that proclaimed her a cock sucker, gently with the fingertips of one hand, and then folded the skirt over it. He bobbed his head from side to side, considering, presumably, how well it was covered up, and then said, "Put something else on, and then go use some mouthwash. Tonight, we have to be extra careful."

Tonight? she wondered. Did that mean he did have a plan to remove the marks after all? She smiled and nodded, and took her skirt off, replacing it with a fresh pair of panties and some heavy jeans. She also double-checked in the mirror... her shirt didn't reveal anything, even when she bent over, and didn't rise up to reveal bare, but written-on, back in any position she could see. She nodded at her brother, who actually smiled at her. She stepped into the washroom to fix her breath, and after that, they were ready, presentable, for when their parents got home.

They came through the door five minutes later. Mom came in first, dressed in a knee-length grey skirt and striped blouse, with a light jacket over top. The first thing she did after she tottered in and put her stack of folders on the table was take off her heels and rub her feet. Dad followed a few steps behind, in a khaki pants and a blue polo shirt. He put his briefcase by the door and ran to the washroom.

Susan finished coming down the stairs she was descending when they entered, and gave her Mom a hug as she usually did, although this time a little tentatively, worried that her mother could somehow sense that she was no longer a virgin. There wasn't a whole lot she couldn't share with her mother, but now there was a big divide between them, and she half-expected her mother would notice it immediately. But she didn't, just asked how her day was. Susan didn't know how to answer, so she just shrugged, and moved on to hug Dad, who had returned from a quick post-work pee. He squeezed her close and patted her back.

Keith came out then, with a big plastic smile. "Hi. How was your day?"

"Dull," Dad said simply, but then it usually was. He was one of three accountants at a big company.

Mom exhaled, like she was actually letting off steam that had built up. "Well, I got slammed today."

That gave Dad a devilish grin. "Uh-oh. Who was it? Do I need to file for divorce?"

Mom jabbed him in the gut with an elbow. "Paul, I wish you wouldn't talk like that. Don't you care about what your kids hear?"

"Oh, they know I'm only joking." He ruffled Susan's hair like that would reassure her if she was upset, but she wasn't, Dad often made jokes that were like that, taking something innocent somebody said and implying it was dirty. He'd never done it to her, but to Mom and their other adult friends... mostly Mom, who it always frustrated. That's probably why he kept doing it.

"The point is, it's not an appropriate joke."

"Those are the best kind."

Mom just sighed, like she was tired of arguing, and said, "Let me just go up and change and I'll get started on dinner."

"Actually," Keith said, "you both work so hard, I figured I'd make things easier on you, and take care of dinner myself today."

That got everybody to stop in their tracks and just stare at him, Susan included. He was being far too nice, not a jerk at all. Did he write 'not a' above the 'jerk' mark she gave him? Maybe that eliminated his natural jerkiness, that everybody had, and turned him into a super-nice guy. That might be a pleasant change.

Mom's suspicions were more down-to-earth. "What did you do?"

"What? Nothing."

"Then what do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

Mom continued to stare at him. "You're volunteering. To do work."

"It is somewhat unprecedented," Dad agreed.

"Geez, I just thought I'd do something nice," he said, face turning red, mouth curling the plastic smile into a grumpy frown. "I mean can you blame me for not doing anything when you act like a bi..." He bit the word off before he could finish it. "I mean, when you make a big deal about it, and question my motives, and, like, why would I ever want to do anything nice when I'm treated like that?" He was practically sputtering with anger, and Susan had to wonder... would a super-nice guy freak out like that?

"You don't even know how to cook..." Dad said.

"Of course I know how to cook. I just don't do it in front of you. You guys never have any faith in me, it's really pissing me off." Susan tensed, 'pissed off', was one of those phrases like 'bitch', or 'sucked' that weren't technically swear words, but could still provoke punishment if their parents were in a bad mood. This time, there was no response, perhaps because Keith took a deep breath and said, "Look, I just found a recipe on the Internet and I want to try it out, okay?"

Mom held up her hands in mock surrender. "Fine. If you want to help out a little more around the house, don't let me stand in your way." She started up the stairs. "Maybe you could clean a little while you're home all day, too."

Dad just shrugged and said, "I look forward to seeing what you've got. Especially if you can cook better than your mother."

"I heard that."

He grinned, and called up, "Would have been wasted if you didn't!" Dad went into the living room to watch TV, sitting in his easy chair, the Dad chair. Keith went into the kitchen.

Susan followed him, and watched in silence as he got out a cutting board and a bowl, some shredded cheese and vegetables. He washed his hands, and began chopping things up and putting them in the bowl. After watching for a minute, she said, "I've never seen you cook. At least nothing that didn't go in the microwave." Okay, a few things that could just be shoved in the oven for twenty minutes with no extra work required.

He grinned at her, looked around to make sure nobody could see, and then pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. There, on his upper arm, she could see, written in magic marker, "Good Cook." The words were squiggly, and in that position it must have been a little hard to write, but it was legible.

Her eyes widened... for the first time, proof that he did believe. She wanted to talk to him about it, but Dad was right in the next room, and anyway, Keith cut off the idea by saying, "Now get lost, I don't want you in here distracting me."

She left, and went to sit with her dad, watching TV. He usually liked reruns of old sitcoms, like from five or ten years back, and they could be fun to watch, but mostly she liked spending time with Dad, not having to talk, just being in the same space.

A few minutes into watching TV, there was a blunt, hammering sound from the kitchen, like somebody pounding their fist against a table. Shortly after that, Mom came downstairs, now dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved top, and darted into the kitchen. That didn't last long before Susan heard her brother's exasperated voice saying, "God, Mom, just let me do this myself! Get out!" And, to Susan's surprise, Mom did leave the kitchen. Keith followed her out just long enough to say, "This is exactly why I don't do things like this more often, because you make it such a chore."

Mom shook her head, not even looking at him, but Susan caught a roll of her eye. "Fine, fine, do it yourself!" She sat down to watch some TV, just for a minute or two, and then went back upstairs, taking the files she brought home with her. Mom often did that, brought work home and did it in her room.

Keith came out after putting everything in the oven, and sat at the other end of the couch from Susan, where their Mom briefly sat before leaving. Unconsciously, she began to draw her knees up to her chest, and wiggled them, squeezing her thighs together, then letting them fall apart, again and again. "Somebody's antsy," Dad said, making her blush and drawing her attention to it. The horniness had crept up on her again.

"Sorry," she said, and changed position... then changed it again. And again. None of the positions seemed much better, possibly because none of them were with her legs spread and in the air, and her brother on top of her, treating her like the fuck toy she was.

"Now you're making ME antsy," her Dad said, after she settled for a while, lying belly-down and taking up two-thirds of the couch, her feet in the air, wiggling. "What's wrong with you today?"

"Sorry," she said again and tried to still her leg movements at least. "I guess I'm just hungry." She didn't add that what she was hungry for was cum.

He nodded. "It does smell pretty good. I'm impressed, Keith." Keith shrugged at the compliment. "What is it?"

"Stuffed chicken with mushroom rice and peas. Could have done better if we had better ingredients, but I had to work with what I had." While Keith was answering, Susan had realized that her face was right above the spot that the cum had dripped and, seeing her father was staring at the TV, she extended a tongue out experimentally, touching it to the spot, looking for a hint of the taste that she had come to rely on. She thought it was there, but just a hint, so barely noticeable that she wasn't sure she didn't just imagine it, but her tongue circled anyway. Keith spotted her, looked directly at Susan and said, "It's still going to be a while, so maybe you should go up to your room and wait. You won't think about it if you're doing something else." The way he stared intently into her eyes, she knew it was an order. She didn't have to follow his orders, but she thought it would be a good idea and followed the advice anyway... if nothing else she should change her panties before these ones completely soaked through and began to show through her pants.

Chapter 16

Getting to her room didn't help much, but at least she could squirm in private, and, with difficulty, and playing her favorite songs, managed to distract herself enough that she made it to dinner, to eat the meal her brother not only cooked, but also served. It was simple, but looked like something you'd get in a restaurant or see on a cooking show, the peas were piled on top of the rice, both in neat, eye-catching circles, and with the stuffed chicken cut open nicely, letting beautiful tomatoes and cheese spill out. The plates looked all the same, with two exceptions. Keith put down a plate with a smaller breast in front of Susan, and in his own, there was a more distinct reddish color on the insides. "I put some extra hot sauce in mine," he explained.

"You could have put some in mine, too," Dad suggested.

"Sorry, Dad. You can always put it on top."

They dug in to eat, and Keith got a round of compliments, which he accepted with a smug superiority, and a "I told you so, you guys really should have more faith in how awesome I am," and Susan had to agree the food was pretty good... it was really good, well seasoned, juicy, and everything from the peas to the chicken was cooked properly. Mom asked a few times about what was in it, but Keith just smiled and said he wasn't going to reveal his secret ingredients, and she seemed to trust that, and Susan did too. Keith acted humble about the compliments, said he could probably do better, and complained he thought the cheese might have been a little stale, but Susan didn't notice any unusual flavors, and it was a good enough meal to take her mind off her horniness, at least for a while.

After dinner, Keith went up to his room, and insisted that since he cooked, Mom should do the dishes. Susan followed him upstairs, and, when they were alone in his room, whispered, "Keith, I really need it bad..."

He pushed her up against the wall beside the door, then bent down so he was eye level. "Can't risk it. Just keep it together a little longer."

That wasn't good enough. As soon as he stood up, considering the matter settled, she reached out and stroked his crotch. "At least let me suck your cock a little... it's your fault I need sperm."

"Not yet. Later maybe, but right now? Just go to your room and stay there. Don't do anything slutty."

She bit her lip and let out a grunt of frustration, but left, and lie on her bed with music on. She guessed he'd come to her after bedtime, and they'd try to have sex quietly, which thrilled her even as she was scared they would get caught. Of course, the fear was also part of the thrill... from now on, it was like they were walking a tightrope, wanting to have lots of sex but even being caught once would ruin everything... it made it like every time would be the last time, and how could that not be exciting? Maybe he'd clap a hand over her mouth so she didn't make any noise, do it on the floor so there'd be no sounds of creaky bedsprings.

Those thoughts, fantasies, carried her through the next few hours... she wanted to touch herself, maybe stick something up her ass, but Keith had said not to do anything slutty, and she'd have a lot of explaining to do if one of her parents came in to see that. But fantasizing while squeezing her thighs together both helped take the pressure off, made the wait bearable, and somehow made her crave an orgasm even more. She just had to make it to whenever her parents went to bed, usually sometime around eleven on weekdays.

As it turned out, it wasn't that long a wait. At around 8:30, Keith opened the door, carrying a can of coke. He thrust it in her direction and said simply, "here."

She took it in trembling hands, raised it to her face, and took a sniff. Cum. She greedily licked the top to get some that was left on the outside, before tipping the can upside down to let it drain on her tongue.

"Yeah, that's it, drink it all down..."

She tilted it... she had a feeling there was more in there, but it was either clinging to the sides or settled on the top but not near enough to the hole to slide out. "I wish it wasn't in a can," she said.

"I bet, you little slut. But I can't give you the dick yet... but don't worry, you won't have to wait much longer. They're already pretty drowsy."

She turned the can back to its side. "So, what? We're just waiting for them to fall asleep?"

"Pretty much."

That was his plan? There were so many holes. "But what if they wake up?" Besides that, it was too early for them to go to bed.

"Oh, they won't wake up." He seemed very confident about that, and then revealed why. "At least, they shouldn't, what with the sleeping pills."

"Sleeping pills?" It all came together. "You DRUGGED the food?"

"Only Mom and Dad's," he said. "It was my secret ingredient. I was so scared they were going to taste the ground-up pills, but they ate it all." Before she could say anything else, he added, "Now shush. Lay low until I call for you."

With that, he closed the door and left Susan alone in the room, a Coke can with a little bit of cum probably in it, and her thoughts. As she lay on her back on her bed, tonguing the opening of the upside-down can, she worried about Keith's suddenly-revealed genius plan. The thing of it was, it wasn't all that genius. Yes, they'd probably fall asleep. But they were Mom's pills... and she took sleeping pills now and then and has, at times, slept deeply for a couple hours, only to wake again in the middle of the night. What good would that be?

And what if something went wrong, he gave them too much? What was he thinking? Only a jerk would drug his parents just to have a little extra sex. The thought was no sooner formed than she remembered that, of course, he was a jerk, and that was her fault. And if anything bad happened to their parents, that would be her fault too.

But she couldn't think of anything to actually do that wouldn't also carry huge risks. So she tossed the empty can aside and waited, and the nervous tremors in her stomach competed with the ones between her legs, until finally her door squeaked open and her brother came for her. "Come on, they're out."

He took her hand and helped her get out of bed, then guided her to his room. On the way, she looked at the master bedroom... the door was closed, the lights were off. Her parents were asleep, and she just had to hope they stayed that way.

In Keith's room, he told her to take her clothes off, and she complied, her worries temporarily pushed to the background by that overwhelming need to be felt. Keith then stripped, and she noticed for the first time, "Good Cook" wasn't the only label he'd written on himself. "Jerk" was still there, and "Rich" was still there, of course, useless as the latter was because it couldn't do anything. "Great Artist" was now written on his thigh, above his knee, upside down from her perspective, but not from Keith's. And there was something on his lower leg, written the same way. She strained to read it. "Low Refractory Period," she said out loud. Okay, that was a word she didn't know. "What?"

"It means I can get hard after I cum, so I can fuck you all night if I want to."

They had a term for that? Wow. His cock was certainly hard now, but the sight was no longer threatening in the slightest, it was a good sign, although it was just out of reach and, she had to fight really hard to not close the distance so she could stick it in her mouth. She wanted to, but she thought she wanted it inside her ass or pussy more. And she still had other worries, worries she needed to voice before her mouth was full of her brother's pulsing manhood. "But what if they wake up...?"

"They're not going to wake up..." he insisted.

"But Mom sometimes..."

"Trust me." And he seemed so confident that, somehow, she did trust him, at least a little. "They're not going to wake up. Which means you're sleeping with me tonight, my little fuck toy." She shivered with excitement, and stared down at him again, then backed up onto the bed and spread her legs.

It was meant as an invitation, and her brother took it, falling between those legs, pushing his wonderful cock inside of her, repeating the sensation of being nearly, but not quite, torn apart. He was in her pussy again, and his hands roamed the rest of her body, playing with her face or hair, a finger dipped into her mouth, which she sucked on like a cock, or making some occasional play around her chest, squeezing her nipples and giving her sparks of pleasure. She loved it all, her only wish being he'd find something to stick in her ass, too, because she loved anal stuff. But she didn't say that, maybe a good little fuck toy didn't make demands, just played how her owner wanted to play.

The word 'owner' bounced around in her mind, along with her body for the next few thrusts. He'd called her his fuck toy... the word on her chest didn't specify who she belonged to, but she knew it had to be true regardless... who's else would she be? She belonged to him, now, body, mind, and maybe even soul.

That was why, when his hand cupped her chin and he leaned forward and, on a thrust in, brought his face to hers again, she opened her mouth eagerly, not just letting him kiss her, but kissing him back, as passionately as she knew how to do, which mostly meant dancing her tongue around, a dance that turned into a wrestling match, and letting him win that match. Maybe he did love her, not just like a brother, but like a man loves a woman, and, she thought, she could love him back that way.

He broke the kiss off, pounded her some more, and then kissed again, and once again, she kissed back, this time wrapping her arms around his neck to not let go, and moaning a little in her mouth. And then she, too, let go... it was an awkward position, with their differences in sizes, you could kiss and fuck at the same time, but she had to exert effort and he couldn't fuck her as powerfully, as deeply as she wanted him to.

Their orgasms came simultaneously, this time no double orgasm, so hers must have been triggered by him cumming inside of her, but she didn't care, an orgasm was an orgasm, and she rode it out like all the others, savoring it and knowing that it couldn't last forever... but at least it could be reached again in the future.

After the orgasm, she bounced forward and kissed him again, and he kissed her back, a little surprised, then broke it off and pulled out of her. "Let's go again," she suggested breathlessly. "In my ass, this time."

He grinned. "Maybe later."

"But I thought you said you could get hard again right away..."

"I can... but I'm tired as fuck. I had a long day."

She had to agree with that... it was so long, it felt like a lifetime since the day before. She'd become a whole other person since she was the shy, rarely-swearing virgin with temporarily stinky feet. "Okay."

"Scoot over." Susan complied, moving to the other edge of the bed. He lay in bed beside her, and turned off the lamp on the night table. It wasn't even past Susan's normal summertime bedtime, but the sun had recently set and so it was dark enough that they couldn't easily see each other.

A minute later, he turned towards her, and pulled her towards him, her butt finding a comfortable place up against his crotch, which, despite his low refractory period, wasn't hard again, and her back up against his sweaty, warm chest, close enough to feel his heartbeat and breathing slow down. She wasn't quite asleep, and her hands got busy between her legs.

"Are you sucking my cum off your fingers?" he asked seconds later, sounding half-asleep herself.

Her answer was soft, guilty, and came only after she pulled a slimy finger out of her mouth. "Yes."

"Good girl," he said, making her smile in the darkness.

He fell asleep, and as soon as she'd gotten as much cum as she thought she could, Susan closed her eyes and tried to as well, finding it easier than she expected despite the early hour. It really had been a long day.

Chapter 17

It was also a long night. They didn't sleep through, it was more like a series of naps, after which she would awake to find a hard penis either a warm beacon against her body, or just about to be put inside her. In all cases, it ended up there anyway, even when Keith was hard while completely asleep, the temptation was too great and, considering she was a cock sucker, Susan found herself putting it in her mouth, which usually woke Keith and lead to something more.

That was what it was like the next time, Keith awoke to find her sucking him, and then turned her around and got her on her hands and knees, and fucked her ass until she had another two orgasms, to Keith's one, and, on the first, she bit back a scream that she would have thought would have woken even the most drugged-out parents in the world... but some noise got out, and worry kept her from sleeping after Keith was done and rolled over. He had no trouble. An hour later, during which she actually did doze off a few times without realizing it, despite her worries, Keith woke up with a start, aimed his hard cock, and fucked her again in the pussy. They both fell asleep after that, the house taking on a complete stillness, and Susan next woke to her brother's cock entering her pussy again, from their default spooning position, which would have offended her if she wasn't a fuck toy, and, after he was done, the soft kiss he placed on the back of her neck, a kiss that felt to her not passionate but romantic, that made her forget all about him starting to fuck her without bothering to wake her up first.

As dawn broke, she felt she needed her fix, and so slid down the bed so she could suck him off while he slept, figuring turnabout was fair play. It woke him, but this time he just let her continue to suck him, and then, after he came an unfortunately piddly amount, he pulled her back up and did her again, this time facing each other on their sides, her leg pinned under his body, which wasn't her favorite position and left her leg more asleep than she was, but she still came, and she liked the kissing that had returned this time around.

In the dawn's early light, she looked up on his sleeping face and felt the stirrings of love again, deciding that he wasn't such a bad guy, even if he was a jerk. Lots of girls fell for jerks, Keith had said it herself. And it wouldn't be forever... in about a week, the marking she'd made would wash off, and she'd have her brother again, only now they'd have this new, shared experience... and her own markings would be gone that same day, and they could talk, decide where to go from there, and, she hoped, they could decide to continue having sex and maybe see if there really were feelings. It was only a week. All magic came at a price, and maybe for the magic of love, true love, the price was a week of being a fuck toy to a jerk.

She could live like this a week. Easily. Maybe too easily. The worry was, if she'd ever want to give it up.

But then, she decided she might not have to. They could still use the marker, write on her, maybe make it somewhere easier to hide, like her feet, but she could become a fuck toy, or super horny again for him, and this time, now that he wasn't a jerk, she could trust that he'd never hurt her or anybody else, they could make deals, cross off the markings so she wasn't a fuck toy when it would be inconvenient to be one, or write "super horny only when Keith's around", or cut out the markers entirely when summer was over and she'd have to go back to school and change in the public change rooms and showers for gym.

Yes, she decided, watching her brother sleep. Once Keith was no longer a jerk, they could have the best of both worlds, they could make it work.

And then she heard her mother's voice calling her name frantically.

Keith woke up at the sound just as she flinched. "Shit," he said, sat bolt upright, pulled the light sheet over from the front of the bed. It was just enough to provide a little comfort if the night got too cold, but they'd been producing so much heat they hadn't needed it. Now, it was all they had for a shield, and Keith pulled it up over their naked waists just as the doorknob to his room started to turn.

Susan didn't know what to do, and so she ducked underneath the cover entirely, making herself visible only as an oversized lump on the middle of the bed, and she heard her mother's voice. "Where's Susan? She's not in her room and I can't find..." She stopped. "Is she in bed with you?"

"Yeah," Keith said. "Relax. It's no big deal."

"Susan," Mom said, and Susan's head emerged from the covers, and she was sure she was blushing beet red. Her face felt hot, and not just her face, her body felt like she had a fever and she hated being under the suddenly oppressively warm covers, but knew that the first thing Mom would see is the words "fuck toy" on her chest. Seeing only her unmarked face, Mom merely stared daggers at them and asked, "What are you two doing in bed together?"

"I told you, it's no big deal," Keith said calmly. "She had a nightmare and came to sleep with me. That's all. It comforts her."

Mom's face instantly relaxed. "Oh. Okay then. Aren't you a little old for that, Susan?"

"Sorry," she squeaked, her voice barely there. She couldn't believe Mom bought that, and was sure the ruse would be exposed at any second.

Mom did get closer, and seemed to sniff the air, then looked at Susan again, and her eyes locked on a bare shoulder. "What are you wearing?" She tugged at the cover and it slipped from between her fingers, not all the way down, but exposing her chest, and the words "Fuck Toy." "That is totally not appropriate," she said. "You can't crawl into your brother's bed wearing nothing."

"She's got her panties on, and I've got my boxers," Keith said. Neither of those were true, and Susan was sure Mom would realize that any moment, particularly with the writing on her chest. She had to know, nobody could be that naive. "It was just a hot night, is all." Damn right it was, a part of her mind joked, gallows humor they called it, because it was all about to be over, and forever.

"It was all my fault," she said, ready to explain about the marker.

Keith interrupted her, "It's no big deal, Mom, it was hot, so she took her shirt off. It's not like I'd ever do anything to her."

"I know," Mom said, and to Susan's surprise, she seemed completely sincere. "I have complete faith in you, but it's still not appropriate for her."

"She doesn't even have boobs, so what's the big deal?" Keith pointed out. "Might as well let her go topless if she wants."

Mom she looked right at Susan's chest. That was it, Susan decided. The game was up. If by some miracle she hadn't noticed the words yet, she had to see them now. Instead, Mom simply said, "I suppose that does make sense. If there's nothing there yet."

"Right. Now, don't you have work today?" Mom nodded. "So you'd better get ready, don't want to be late."

"All right. But Susan... try not to bother your brother in the middle of the night. You're too old to be climbing into somebody's bed because of nightmares."

"Yes, ma'am," she said. She meant to say Mom, but when she was terrified of getting in trouble she sometimes said ma'am instead. And it sometimes seemed to mollify Mom. Whether that happened in this case, or not, it was the end of it, she turned around and left the room.

Susan gaped, mouth open, and turned to her brother, who was grinning. "What... the... fuck," she asked, after she was sure Mom was down the hall.

He cracked up at her suddenly swearing, and slid out of bed, out from under the cover, exposing his naked ass to her and stretching in the early morning light. It was far earlier than they'd normally wake up on a summer morning, but after the scare they had, there seemed to be little point in trying to go back to sleep, Susan's heart was still pounding and she was sure her brother's was as well. He sounded calm, though. "We should probably get dressed... and after last night, I'm in the mood for breakfast. I wonder what I can make now."

"But how?" He wouldn't answer her questions, he just threw on some boxers and headed downstairs. Susan took longer, she not only got dressed in her clothes from the night before to leave Keith's room, but also went to her room to get new clothes, and stopped to take a shower. She was afraid the smell of sex would give them away... even if they got lucky with Mom. Maybe she didn't have her contact lenses in, and Keith's room smelled bad all the time. But downstairs, in the kitchen, surely they'd notice her smelling like cum.

When she came down, Keith was making something with eggs on the stove, and Mom sat with a coffee and toast, reading the news on her phone. She looked up and nodded at Susan, and then returned to reading.

"Good morning, honey," Dad said, as he brushed in behind her, kissed her on the top of the head. He grabbed a mug and poured himself a coffee too. "You know I normally don't eat breakfast, but damn that smells good, Keith... you're making me reconsider."

"Sorry, this is all for me, don't want you to get used to it, me cooking for you." Dad snorted, then took a sip of his coffee, and took it into the living room.

"Any plans for today?" Mom asked.

Keith shrugged. "Oh, you know me, I'm sure I'll find something to do." He stared at Susan and grinned. She didn't say anything, just watched as he continued to cook, making an impressive omelet with shredded cheese, tomatoes, and peppers. When he was done, he slid it onto a plate, then turned off the stove and sat down right next to Mom. He was still wearing only his boxers, and now turned the shoulder that had "good cook" written on it right in her direction, and pointed at it. "Hey, Mom, my shoulder's kind of itchy here, do you see any redness or anything unusual?"

She stared at it. "No, looks normal to me, but if you think it's a rash or something, we should get it looked at. Do you want to go to the dermatologist?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm sure it's nothing. Just wanted an opinion."

She swallowed some toast and went back to her reading, and Keith and Susan had a silent conversation, with him bobbing his head towards Mom and grinning like he was saying, "See? See how I handled it?" Susan mouthed, but didn't say, "How?" And he held up a finger as though to answer, "In a minute."

Mom's phone rang, and she looked at the screen, then stood up, pressed it to her ear, and said, "Hello. No. No, I'm just about to head in. You want me to pick up what?" The rest of the conversation faded as she left the kitchen and took it out in the downstairs bathroom, as she often did by reflex in a house with two frequently loud kids.

Now they were alone in the kitchen, and so Susan whispered, "What did you do?"

"Well, you know they were conked out last night, right?" She nodded. "You think I was going to waste that opportunity without writing on them?"

Of course. "What did you write?"

He held up three fingers. "One, 'Deep Sleeper.' So we don't have to worry about them waking up in the middle of the night even if we're making noise. Two, 'Doesn't Notice Magic Marker Writing.'" He grinned at that one. 'They won't even know they were written on... or that you were."

Susan smiled weakly. She had to admit it was kind of brilliant, and it would solve their problem at least until the marks faded on their own. "And three?"

"'Has complete faith in her son.' Or 'his son', for Dad." He cut up some of the omelet and ate a bite triumphantly. "Did you like how I talked my way out of things this morning? She believed every word. We're totally set."

"Isn't that a little..."

"Genius? I know." She was going to say 'creepy,' actually. It was like mind control. But then, what Keith had written on her was sort of like mind control too. "Why, I bet we could get away with something right under their noses." One hand disappeared under the table, and she leaned back to look. He'd worked his dick out, not over the top, but so it was poking through the little flap in front of the boxers. "How about a blowjob, little cocksucker?"

"They're right outside."

"And they have total faith in me. So if I tell them you tried to give me a blowjob, they'll believe me. Would you rather they think you're a slut for doing nothing, or would you rather be a slut and they don't know anything?"

Chapter 18

She sighed, and got on her knees under the table, slid on the floor until she got between his legs, and took his penis in her mouth, working her tongue as a good cock sucker did. There really was not much chance of her saying no, but she really didn't want to get caught. So she did her best to get it over with quickly. Above her head, she heard the clink of silverware against plates as he continued eating his breakfast while receiving oral sex. "Mmm, mm, good," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was referring to the blowjob or the eggs. If it was the eggs, she thought that was kind of egotistical since he made them himself, even with the help of magic.

He started cumming then, and she knew it a second before he did, because he thumped his hand against the table. But it started at the worst possible time, before the first shot came out, her Dad said, "Where's your sister?"

Keith spoke in a strained voice. "She's... uh... having her breakfast under the table." His cock slipped out of her mouth and a blast of cum caught her on the face. Trying to chase it, she missed, and got another blast on her, before she finally caught it and started suckling. "What a freak, huh?"

Dad's feet appeared right beside her. "Susan, why are you eating your breakfast under the table?"

Keith's cock had stopped spewing after only two squirts, the biggest of which went on her face, and he was trying to pull it away, so she found the strength of will to let it out of her mouth. He hurriedly stuffed it back in his pants. "I don't know," she said, and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, wiping it around her face as much as possible. The tongue ran into a little bit of cum on its journey, and then her father bent down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of cover.

"What's that on your face?" he asked. Her heart started thumping in high-gear again... Keith had gotten too cocky, and she hadn't gotten all the cum, and he'd seen it, and he had to know what it was, just the smell alone...

"It's icing, from her toaster strudel," Keith said. "Wow, Susan, you really eat like a pig."

Susan just stared, and watched as Dad's eyes seemed to glaze over, and all suspicion fled his face. "Oh, okay. For a second it looked... well, never mind. Go wash your face." He patted her shoulder, and put his empty coffee mug in the sink.

On the way to the bathroom, she passed her mother, but she kept her face down so she wouldn't notice the cum on her face, and went to the mirror to see how bad it was.

It was pretty bad, although it did look surprisingly like icing, the kind that had gotten all melty and translucent and then dried a little. She wiped it off her face with her fingers and licked them clean, then washed with soap so there were no remnants, and got out just in time to wish her mother and father a good day at work.

"Whew, that was close," she said, after they left.

Her brother seemed unconcerned. "I told you. They have total faith in me."

"That doesn't mean we should take stupid risks and rub it in their faces. Who knows what they'll remember after the week's over?"

"Week?"

"The markings, they only last a week, remember?"

"So? I can always mark them again."

"Yeah, but you're not going to be a jerk next week." His smirk faded, and he just stared, blinking at her for a few seconds. "I'm your fuck toy... until that mark goes away, and I'll be a good fuck toy, I'll make you happy, I won't fight you, you can have sex with me whenever you want, do anything you want to me..." She took a deep breath. It sounded like total surrender, but it was a relief, actually. She could do a week like that, she thought once again. It would be fun, like a vacation from herself. And after... they'd see, maybe she'd surrender again, once she knew she was giving herself to somebody who wasn't a jerk, wasn't going to do anything that would hurt her. "Just let's keep Mom and Dad out of it, okay?"

"Jesus," he said. "Somebody sounds like she needs a cock in her ass."

She squirmed in anticipation. Well, she said she'd be a good fuck toy. "Yes, please."

He did her in the bathroom, on the toilet, he sat on the closed lid and she lowered herself down, forcing it in her ass, and rode it, leaning back into his chest, until he came inside her and made her cum as well. After, he stood with his cock still in her ass, holding her to him, and then let her go. "Now entertain yourself for a while, I want to do some art."

Susan pouted at that... ever since he'd given himself the 'low refractory period', it seemed like it had done her no good, he could fuck her as often as he wanted, but he just didn't want to, and when he didn't want to fuck her, often she was nothing more than an afterthought or inconvenience to him. It was maddening... sometimes she thought he was in love with her, and sometimes she thought he didn't care at all. If only she knew how he really felt, she could decide how she should feel. Maybe it was just his jerkiness making him act weird...

She didn't argue, though. She let him go, then sat on the toilet, this time in the normal way, figuring since she was already there, she might as well use it. She still hadn't crossed the line where she fed her sperm addiction with cum from her ass, which seemed impossibly icky to her, and she'd just fed on some instead of breakfast, so she just sat on the toilet and let the cum dribble out of her ass, where it wouldn't make a mess. She told herself, repeatedly, "One week. I can do one week."

But she couldn't go more than a few hours without being super horny again, and that the next time she couldn't hold off any longer, she went to his room again. His door was open this time, and peeking in, she could see him dressed, just a t-shirt and jeans, and sitting at his drawing desk. So she tiptoed in and looked at him work over his shoulder. He wasn't using the magic marker... he'd gotten the impression he was hiding it from her. She hadn't seen it since she the last time he wrote on her.

With the marker he was using, his hand moved swiftly, completely confident, never a line out of place, like he mapped out the whole page in his head and it was just a matter of laying them in place. And once again, she was sure the girl that was gradually coming to shape on the page was her... more so, because the page he was drawing at that moment showed the short-haired girl with a marker up her ass, and, on one butt-cheek, you could read "Loves Anal Stuff."

"You're... making a comic out of yesterday?"

He twitched at her sudden noise, but didn't turn. "It does seem like the perfect kind of story for a hentai manga. What do you think?"

"It... looks really good. Really good. But... don't you want to keep it private?"

"Nobody's going to know it's real... so I might as well share it with the world. And it feels good to get it out there. Don't you ever do that?"

"I guess. The first rule is 'write what you know.'"

"Exactly. This might just be my masterpiece." He turned, put down the pen, and looked at her. Like she'd done before, she got naked before coming to his room. "And it looks like we're ready for the next chapter."

"I'm super horny."

He capped the marker he was using and ran the stiff pen through the folds of her crack. It came back glistening. "You sure are. On the bed."

She hopped onto his bed, ready once again to be felt or fucked, however he desired, and this time lay on her back in the hopes they could do it face to face, that he might decide once again to kiss her. But she feared that he might not do that very often, at least not while he was still a jerk, it was too romantic. He took off his shirt, and she saw the word there on his chest, as it usually was, her handwriting. It only takes one word to start a story, and that was the one that started it all... but it would only last a week. Six days, maybe. Six days, and that word would be gone, and a new story could begin.

He stepped towards her, and reached out his left hand for her to take it... so he didn't want to do it face-to-face this time. That was okay, too, every position they tried had been fun, and she was his fuck toy to put in any position he wanted. Ready for him to guide her, she reached for his hand in return... until she saw the black marks in the palm. He'd written something there... and her heart sank. "What... why did you write that?"

"Oh, this?" He turned his hand to his face, smiled, and turned it back to her. The word "JERK" stood out at her, in his own writing. "I just figured this would be a better spot for it. So I can fill it back in when it starts to fade."

"But... then you'll always be..."

"A jerk? That's sort of the point. Why would I want to go back to the way I was? I'm having much more fun now. Now give me your hands." She did, but they were trembling with his new information. His hand whipped out and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her to him, and then spun her around, pinning one arm to her own back. He grabbed her other arm, and then she felt something, something metal that he'd pulled from his pocket with a jingle. It snapped shut around one wrist, then the other, and she realized what it was. Handcuffs. And she was locked in them, arms behind her back, powerless. "I found these in Mom and Dad's drawers... how do you feel about bondage, Susan?"

"Bondage?" she repeated. That was what that Fifty Shades book was about. She never understood how somebody could like that... but in some ways, wasn't she already in bondage?

"Yeah. I'm not sure it's my thing, but I won't know until I try, right?" He tugged at the cuffs, and she tried to pull them apart, failing miserably. "So let's try it." He pushed her on the bed and, unable to use her hands to right herself, her face remained where it landed in the mattress, until she managed to, with a few laborious movements, roll over on her shoulder and look back at him. In her brother's hands were another set of cuffs.

Two thoughts struck her, then... the first was that she really needed to find the magic marker. One week she was sure she could do, even with handcuffs... but if her brother planned on keeping this going forever... she needed to find the marker, and choose the right words that would let her undo this.

The second wasn't a plan, but a fear. Keith now had the word 'jerk' written on him in two different places.

Did that make him twice the jerk he was before?

She hoped not. But she had a feeling she was going to find out.

End of Book One