White Lotus - a Deleted Scene

A note to readers: although this is very clearly a bit of White Lotus fan fiction, I thought its taboo nature would take priority - and so I've submitted it here in the taboo/incest category.

Hope it sparks some joy.

Comments, critiques, connections always welcome.

Thanks - GuiltyCowboy

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The third season of 'White Lotus', set in Thailand, originally had a scene that would have been of particular interest to the readers of this forum, I believe. Although they shot scene, it did not, sadly, make it into the final cut of the show.

It was a scene that concerned the Ratliff family - the family from North Carolina, the one with the three adult siblings: Piper and her brothers Lochlan and Saxon. I think it's worth sharing the content of this scene and so I've put a detailed description of it below including, for context, the scene that preceded it. This preceding scene did in fact make it into the final cut.

First scene:

Lochlan Ratcliff wades through the water towards the two hammocks that have been strung up a short distance off shore - and where his older sister Piper is now relaxing alone. It's a secluded spot, down the far end of the hotel's beach. Perhaps this will be the moment to broach the subject, he thinks. He just hopes Piper is in the right frame of mind. How can she not be though? The sun's shining; the water's like gin; she must be feeling cute in that slinky orange bathing suit - the one he helped her pick out back in Durham, the one he'd said offset her blue eyes so nicely.

"Hey," she says as he approaches.

"Hey!"

She has one arm behind her head. Star-studded earrings. A relaxed smile. Her nipples make themselves visible through the wet fabric of her top. He lifts himself onto the spare hammock.

An easy silence passes between brother and sister. He puts his arms behind his head too. And he too is wearing orange, though of a darker hue. He lies opposite to her, so they face each other. A sibling yin and yang.

"Did you meditate in the tank?" she asks.

Lochlan twists his lips in his usual way. Shakes his head. And Piper turns her head away from him.

"I did try to pray," he ventures. That brings her back; she smiles at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How'd it go?"

Lochlan looks up at the sky to show he's not fixated on her nipples. "I felt like I was just talking to myself."

"Hmmm - you never feel, like, a presence or anything?"

She lifts herself onto her elbows. He shakes his head wordlessly.

"I do," she says and lies back down. Her slender arm slips behind her head once more; her skin is smooth, hairless.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smiles, and now he sits up himself.

"Don't you think, like, that could just be wishful thinking? Like, you want to feel something, so you -"

"It's real," she interrupts.

He gives it up. Relaxes. She breathes deeply and her chest swells, pushing up to the cloudless sky.

Should he just blurt it out? Build up to it? Maybe provoke her a little to see...

"Saxon says you've never had sex," he says.

She opens her eyes. Keeps her head still and stares straight ahead. Is my little brother asking me about my sex life? Are my brothers really talking about my sexual experience when they're alone?

She's not sure how to take this. What exactly does Lochlan want?

She scoffs. "Okay - and how would he know that? He doesn't know what I do."

Lochlan hasn't thought how to handle the follow up.

"Also, why would he say that," she continues, "like - like, why would that even come up? Like in what context?"

This isn't going as he intended.

"Well, he was just saying it's like - it's weird because you're so hot but you've never had sex. It's like a compliment about you."

She looks away. Her nipples tighten again, cooled by the water, warmed by the sun. She's embarrassed, angry. "What the -," she mouths, her eyes finding the horizon.

"Please don't bring it up," he pleads.

"He shouldn't be talking about me like that," she says, her voice getting louder. Lochlan notices she didn't say 'you shouldn't'; she definitely said 'he shouldn't'.

"It's not that bad. It's not a big deal".

"Okay, well, he should mind his own business...freak."

Lochlan likes how he's made her feel. He always likes playing on the edge with Piper. He knows she likes it too.

"Have you though?" Lochlan says after a beat.

"Really?" she retorts.

"It was just a question." It was just a way of putting the thought into your head, is what he was actually thinking.

"Seriously?" she says finally and rolls off the hammock into the sea, offering a view of her backside to him. Lochlan catches a glimpse of her upper thighs. They're so tan, so slim, he thinks. She is hot.

"Ugh," she says as she swims away, unsettled at the conversation. She's irritated at Saxon of course. She'd hate to share anything with him. Having any kind of discussion about sex with Lochlan, though, is more complex. As she swims back to shore, she tries to understand the feelings she's having. Why is her heart racing? Why is she feeling so off kilter all of sudden? Her sensations heightened?

Lochlan slaps the water in disappointment. Did I screw that up? Was her reaction just part of the process?

He lies back in the hammock, tries to relax, stares at the sky - and wonders if anyone on shore would be able to see if he masturbated.

*****

Second scene (deleted):

Later that day, towards the end of the afternoon, Piper sits on the grey sofa in their suite, her book in her lap, her legs tucked beneath her. She wears a white linen dress with a navy trim and spaghetti straps; she knows it accentuates the depth of her tan. After the rain shower, she feels so clean, so fresh. More than that, she feels composed.

Lochlan sits opposite, scrolling on his iPad. He's really turned a corner in the last year, she thinks. He's filled out but has avoided that awful puffiness of the gym narcissist. He's more centered. His forearms are thicker. And yet he still has that boyish charm in his face. Why did he have to ask her if she'd ever had sex?

"I have, you know."

Lochlan looks up. He's never slow to pay attention to her.

"Three times. Three different guys."

Ah. He nods, catching on. "Was it good? I mean, did you like it?"

She looks out the window, scrunches her face. "I didn't not like it. But it wasn't good."

Lochlan gazes at her profile. He's always liked the nape of her neck; he likes it when she puts her hair up. It strikes him that he'll probably remember this image of her for the rest of his life - hair up, white linen dress, in profile against a tropical sky, a truly gorgeous girl, slender and tan. He wonders if the linen feels good against her nipples.

"Can I ask you something, Piper? Did the guys go down on you first?"

Her mouth falls open, she raises her eyebrows. "Ummm..."

"Because I would," Lochlan quickly interjects, "that's what I'd do. So I was wondering."

"You'd go down on me?" Piper asks, staring at him, eyebrows still raised. Her tan reddens visibly.

"Well, that's not what - um..."

"I actually had that thought one time, with one of the guys. It just -"

"I wasn't saying - wait, you thought of me going down on you? Is that what you said?"

Piper is stunned. The room suddenly feels incredibly silent. Silent like thunder.

She tries to not blush. She swallows. She doesn't know what to do except just look at him. Her expression is almost blank but her mind is racing: what the hell just happened? What did she just say? What did he just say?

Eventually time moves forward again when Lochlan smiles a small smile. "Was I any good?"

Her blood is still pounding in her ears though. She must be bright red, she thinks. He must be able to see.

She should end this conversation. This mustn't continue. Shut the door. Don't walk through it. But why is the door even open? Who opened it? Why isn't it shut?

Lochlan puts his iPad down and gets up. And it's unmistakable to Piper. Her heart leaps into her mouth. He's getting an erection. Or is that just the cut of his shorts? What am I even thinking? Don't look, don't look, she tells herself.

To Lochlan, she still looks beautifully composed. His beautiful older sister in a white linen dress. All clean and tan. Her nape exposed.

Lochlan comes over and sits next to her on the sofa. "You can tell me. It's ok. Was I any good? I'd like to know."

Piper looks her brother in the eye. She presses her lips together. And swallows again. The silence can't be lasting more than a handful of seconds so why does it feel like a week? She has no idea what to say. She can't say that, yes, he was good and the thought of it had nearly made her cum. What could she possibly say?

"Did I make you wet?" he says at last. He looks down at his own crotch briefly.

A month goes by.

"Are you wet now?" she hears him say and he lifts his head and looks her straight in the eye.

Close the door. Close the door. Don't walk through it. "Lochlan, mom will be back from the spa any second."

"That doesn't answer my question," he replies quickly.

And he takes her hand in his - eyes still locked - and pulls it across to him and she doesn't pull back. He lets her hand graze his crotch, ever so lightly, as if not at all. Did I just touch my brother's penis, she thinks. It felt stiff, I just touched my brother's stiff penis. And then he lets her hand fall back into her own lap.

He then gets down on his knees before her. "I think you might be," he says.

He doesn't break eye contact as he puts his hands on her calves. He drags his fingers up her leg, and under the skirt of her dress. He pushes them over her knees, up onto her upper thighs, and up at last to the band of her panties. What world is this, she thinks? And then takes a deep intake of breath as he pulls them down abruptly and she feels the room's cool air on her vulva.

He pulls her underwear quickly down over her knees and past her ankles and off. He does it without any wavering; there can be no hesitations, no thinking.

And then he starts to push the skirt of her dress up. And up. Oh god, she thinks. He exposes her knees. But he doesn't stop there. Slowly her thighs too are exposed, so beautifully brown and slender, he thinks again. He continues on, pushing back her white linen dress, revealing more and more, an indecent length of her legs exposed - until the white fabric glides over the very tops of her thighs to reveal at last a perfect brunette isosceles between her legs.

She sees Lochlan's boyish, shy smile between her knees and then she sees it disappear under his curls as he puts his face down. And she feels his breath where his fingers had been moments earlier: her knees, her upper thigh, her inner thigh and then where she had once only imagined feeling it - his breath on her pussy. The sensation - the concept - blows her mind.

Suddenly, without warning, Lochlan's wet tongue slips between her outer labia and up and over her clitoris. Oh my fucking god, she thinks, and her eyes roll back in her head: her little brother has just licked her pussy.

"You are very, very wet," she hears him say. He puts his hand up and onto her chest and pushes her down onto the sofa. She acquiesces, lies back. The ceiling fan gyrates slowly above her. And his tongue slips repeatedly between her lips, softly introducing itself to her clitoris each time.

He puts his thumb at the entrance to her vagina, a welcome stranger loitering on the threshold - not quite ever coming in but always there. She opens her legs wider.

And now the two of them are no longer in Thailand. No longer in the suite even. They are only and entirely between Piper's legs. That's all that existed for them in that moment. Flick, flick, lick, lick. Flick, flick, lick, lick. Over and over. His thumb gyrating in the same slow rhythm as the fan.

Lochlan felt her hips start to move up and down. She lifted herself up into his face. She couldn't help it. And he just wasn't stopping: he went on and on and on at her clitoris. She couldn't fathom that anything could feel so good. Why had they never done this before?

She hooks her right leg over his shoulder, its bare heel pushing into the muscles on his back, her left leg splayed as wide as she can push it on the sofa...

The soft afternoon sun fills the room.

And then suddenly - suddenly but certainly - the door to the suite opens and Piper turns her head towards it and their mother walks in with Pam, the hotel's health mentor.

The two women stop dead in the doorway.

Their mother's head just sort of bobbles for a moment, her mouth open, her arm half raised as if it's forgotten the meaning of its own gesture.

What gesture should a mother make, though, when she sees her own son's face buried deep between her daughter's legs?

Piper tries to pull away but Lochlan won't have it; she couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to.

"Kids?", Victoria manages at last.

Piper can't turn her head away from mother, can't stop taking in the expression on her face. And yet Lochlan continues on as before, as if the world has not just fallen off its axis. And so the same bliss continues building in Piper. Now mixed with panic. Bliss and panic. Flick, flick, lick, lick.

"Mom, it's -," a wave of pleasure spreads suddenly from her loins, "- oh god." She has to take in some air, to breathe. "Mom, it's not...mommy, it's -"

And then Pam steps forward, finishing Piper's sentence: " - it's - it's good actually. Yes, this is good." And Pam turns her head to Victoria, reaching her hand towards her, palm down.

Victoria's eyes wander from the sight of her children in flagrante to the round-faced health mentor in a beige uniform.

"Yes, if I may..." continues Pam, steadily and surely, "...this is in fact good. Lochlan is helping Piper open her up energy centers. This is a really important step."

"But -" offers Victoria.

"No, no, we mustn't judge. The universe works in mysterious ways, Victoria. It's not for us to...um...to interfere. Our job right now is simply to accept the universe. To let it in. To be open."

"As open as Piper's legs?" Victoria drawls plaintively.

"Well, um, yes - quite." And Pam gives one of her little laughs.

"Really?"

Pam swivels to face the youngsters on the sofa. "Piper, is Lochlan making you feel good?" she asks.

Piper can't believe what is happening. Is she supposed to engage? Is this really going to become a conversation?

"Piper?" says her mom. "Answer Pam. Is he?"

Why is her mother nodding her head now? She must have taken another lorazepam, thinks Piper. And then the brattish little thought pops into her head: she should just get Lochlan to lick her pussy - all her anxiety would just drain away.

"Is Lochlan opening up your energy centers?" insists her mother.

"Mom - it's -"

...and that's the moment the stranger finally crosses the threshold: Lochlan pushes his thumb up inside her and Piper lets out a sharp, warbling cry. She simply couldn't stop herself. She'd lost control. Having her brother's thumb in her vagina banishes any last reserve of Piper's brattishness. It's just too pure. Too simple. Too good. She lifts her hips into his face again.

"I guess that's a yes, Pam," her mother drawls again.

Piper has a kind of grimace now. As if the pleasure is becoming too much. As if she's toiling with an incomprehensible force. Confused as to where she's being taken.

And it was in this moment that Piper felt something she had never felt before. She felt utterly, unequivocally free. It was undeniable to her. To be with her younger brother, and to be naked from the waist down and have her legs wide open, and to be in public, with her mad, caring mother, and to feel such unabashed lust and to lose control, and yet also be talking openly, generously...she was, for the very first time, completely free and completely herself. This is who she was.

"Victoria, why don't you take Piper in your arms?" the health mentor suggests and gestures their mother towards the sofa.

Victoria smiles vaguely, hesitates for a moment and then, as if in a dream, she walks across the suite towards her children. She lifts Piper up onto her elbows and positions herself behind her.

Pam smiles at she takes in the scene: Piper cradled in her mother's lap as her brother's tongue licks insistently at her clitoris. Victoria strokes her daughter's hair. The ceiling fan gyrates.

Pam moves further into the room now, perching, never sitting on a chair at the edge of the room. And Victoria slips the straps off Piper's shoulders. She pushes the linen dress down to uncover Piper's firm, high breasts. Were my breasts ever as good as these, she wonders to herself. What beautiful skin she has. Her nipples are like two little pink stones on a perfect beach.

She takes Lochlan's spare hand and lifts it onto Piper's left breast.

"Don't pinch, Lochy. Don't grab. Just feel her," Victoria instructs. And his hand searches across Piper's chest.

And then Lochlan looks up. He wants to see Piper's breasts. He's always wanted to seem them. For years. And now he can.

"Wipe your chin, Lochy,' his mother says, smiling.

He can't believe he's looking at his sister's breasts. They're perfect. They're so - he can't find the words inside him. There is just something about seeing them at last: their flawless symmetry, the genius of their shape, their youth, their ripeness, their beauty. It's such a strong feeling for him. His penis is as taut as it's possible to be.

He stands up. Piper thinks she would usually be desperate to close her legs. But she's not. She's happy to let her brother see her. To stay splayed. She's happy too to see him stand before her with his penis so proud, the fabric of his shorts pushing his erection off to the left. Lochlan notices a darkened patch on the mid-grey sofa, right between her legs.

"I think we know what you want!" says Victoria. "And that's ok, Lochlan, that's ok."

He pulls down his shorts and it forces his erection down and out awkwardly, until he flips the waistband over its head and his penis springs back up surprisingly forcefully. It's not as handsome as her father's, Piper immediately thinks; she'd seen her father's just the day before, in fact, and though she turned away in embarrassment, she'd seen enough to see it was straight and solid. Like father, like penis: conservative. It was almost like a CGI penis. Lochlan's had more character though, more charm somehow. It was funny to her that Lochlan's was younger but also a touch longer, like the rest of his body.

A bead of clear precum had grown too large at his tip - and was now starting to flow off his glans. Their mother reached forward over Piper and put her finger to it. When she withdrew her finger, she brought it to Piper's mouth - and delicately wiped its gloss on her upper lip.

Victoria reached forward again and repeated the gesture, this time reaching lower down her son's penis to where the pre-cum had dripped, this time putting her finger to her own lips. She brushed her son's fluid on her lower lip before putting the finger onto her tongue. More precum appeared at his tip, quickly streaming down.

"Now, Lochlan, you're going to lie down here, ok" his mother said to him and patted the sofa beside her. "And Piper, you're going to go on top."

As Lochlan arranges himself, Piper unzips her dress and steps out of it. She's now completely naked, standing in the middle of the room - and extremely excited that she's about to fuck her little brother. She grabs at her brother's t-shirt and helps him pull it over his head. She quickly puts her hands over his torso as soon as it's bare.

Piper straddles him, delicately lifting his cock in her hand. And as she goes to lower herself onto his cock, she decides to tease him briefly and pulls up just as his tip touches her pussy. He has the exact same thought though and he too pulls himself away. This unbalances her for a second, and they both awkwardly lose control of their movements, she collapsing down on him just as he then thrusts himself back up and suddenly - far more suddenly than she had expected - she has her brother's penis deep inside her.