Claire:
I couldn't believe I was still so horny. Zach was on his way home, and I was literally counting the seconds. I jilled off a dozen times today just at the thought of Zach making love to me. It felt so good to finally let these feelings out; to tell him how much I love him and want to be with him.
Even though we hadn't talked about it, I was now 100% sure this collar was changing me. After last night though... I'm not sure I really cared if it was. My big brother was the "dad" of the house growing up. Since our own piece of shit excuse for a father left before I was even born. Zach had picked up a lot of the slack, he watched me grow up, he took care of me. About a year before Zach graduated high school and went off to college, I realized my feelings for him were much more than as siblings. Of course, I just felt shame at not being normal.
The day I found out that my brother was accepted to a university that was out of state, I felt shell shocked. Zach and mom were so excited, and I tried so hard to pretend I was too, but that night I mostly just cried into my pillow until I fell asleep.
When Zach finally went off to college, he promised me he would call me every day. I should have been realistic at the time and known that wasn't going to be feasible. But I was young and hormonal. Over time his calls got further and further apart. In High School I joined the popular kids group mostly by chance. The three 'cool' girls had a nickname that everyone in the school knew; Tres Chicas Calientes. My impressionable mind was so excited that they wanted me to be their friend. As time went on, and the peer pressure mounted, the girls - and mostly myself - convinced me that my brother was this POS who abandoned me just like my father.
By that point I was hardly home, and mom couldn't do much to stop me. She worked so much, and was so exhausted whenever she was home that she just couldn't parent me. So, I fell in with the cool kids, the delinquents. There was Amanda, she was a real wild child. She was so incredibly tall at 6'1" with a well-built body with defined muscles. If you looked up 'Tomboy' in the dictionary, you would see her picture. Short black hair with blue streaks in a bob haircut. Dark green eyes like a dense forest, and her most defining trait; her E cup breasts. She usually bound them in order to look flatter, she was always embarrassed by their size, saying that they made her look too womanly.
Next was Stephanie, the second in command of the cool kids. At about 5'7" she was the first generation born from her immigrant parents, who came from some East Asian country. Contrary to Asian stereotype, she was a big airhead - she even dyed her hair golden blonde - and had modest B cup breasts. When it was just me and her, she was really nice, even if she wasn't the greatest conversationalist.
Finally, there was the Queen Bitch herself, Lara. Ironic that she stood above the rest, considering she was only 5'2". With the deepest red hair, light gray-blue eyes, and pale skin; untouched by the sun, she was the poster child for a rich white girl. By all definitions she was a shortstack, having a big ass, thick thighs, and D cup breasts.
Never allow her height to fool you, she is much more deadly with her words then any physical pain she could inflict on you. It also helped that she came from an obscenely wealthy family, so she had an influence that most people couldn't dream of. Being her friend was the one guaranteed way to stay on top and never have anyone fuck with you.
Following our graduation from high school - which I almost flunked out of - we partied, hung out at each other's houses, and Amanda got me into petty theft. Being friends with Lara, you never had to worry about money, she just paid for everything. Stephanie was Lara's right hand, she would do whatever she was told, almost to an obsessive degree.
With those three friends of mine, that become my new normal during the 6 years that Zach was at his university. So, when he had finally came home a few days ago, I had resolved to give him the cold shoulder and command him to beg for my forgiveness.
God I was such a bitch.
Ironically this collar is actually what set me free. No longer did I have to worry what other people thought of me. I could show my brother my love, and get my pussy fucked regularly. I was dreading the day Lara would show up here to confront me as to why I was ghosting them. But somehow I just knew Zach would make it alright.
Zach:
Getting home after sitting in traffic for an hour, I saw my sister skip towards me, and jump in to my arms. She pecked my face with kisses, then nuzzled her face into my neck.
"Welcome home, Honey," She mumbled into my neck, "I missed you sooooo much." She brought her lips to mine as we got lost in a passionate kiss. She kissed me like I was some war veteran who was finally coming home after 2 years away; it had only been 8 hours.
The rest of the evening went along as well as it could. We made dinner, mom came home and ate with, then we watched tv, and mom fell asleep after 15 minutes of that. I put a blanket over mom as I gently laid her head on the arm of the couch. Claire and I snuck up to my room for a little
alone time.
Cooling off after a hot session of fucking Claire. My thoughts went to the other gems of the collar. As much as I enjoyed this Love (red) gem, I wanted to see what else it could do. Claire's head was laying against my chest, as she hummed a soft tune.
"Claire?" I whispered in her ear.
"What is it lover?"
"I'm sure by now you know the collar is causing all this." I cringed waiting her answer.
She was silent for a while, which worried me. "Yeah, I figured it was," she finally spoke, "how does it work? All I know is that you touch it and I feel almost like a new person, but I'm still me."
"well, each gem on the collar corresponds to a change on its wearer. When you first put it on it made you submissive, and the red gem causes intense love." I explained. Claire seemed conflicted as her brows furrowed, she remained silent as she pressed her face into my chest. A minute letter I heard her sniffle.
"what's wrong Claire?" I asked, scared that she was afraid of me.
"I thought that the collar made me s-show my true feelings." she sobbed into my chest, her shoulder shaking. I was shocked at this admission.
"Wait, are you saying you loved me even before the collar?"
"Of course, silly, you were my everything, you always took care of me and you made me feel safe," She sniffled, looking up into my eyes, "How could I not fall in love with you?"
Her declaration of love to me, now knowing that it existed far before the collar, made me feel like I was floating. This sweet girl, I knew that I would protect her for the rest of my life, but not just as a sister, but as my lover. I gently tilted her head up. "You mean more to me than you could ever know, and I'm sorry I was gone and distant for those six years, but I'm here now and I wanna show you every day how much I love you. We embraced once more, a fiery passion ignited once again. It was safe to say we weren't going to be sleeping much that night.
As Claire and I were getting revved up for another round, I realized that I hadn't shut my door all the way. I sat up in an attempt to get out of bed and close it, but before I could even try, Claire wrapped her arms around my torso and began nibbling on my neck. Being the distracting minx she was, I quickly caved and spun her around so that she was on top of me.
"Alright sexy, I believe it's time you start pulling your weight in this relationship." Smirking at her, I indicated it was time for her to ride the proverbial bull. With much excitement she teased me by grinding her pussy along the shaft of my cock. Beginning to drive me wild, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her light body. I gave her the look of what she knew was coming, and she met my gaze with an equally voracious look.
I dropped her down on my dick, and luckily our aim was true, I entered deep into her. She let out a moan that had me concerned for a split second. Being far too distracted I merely grabbed her waist and help her bounce on my dick.
We went on for another few minutes, when I had heard a noise from the other side of the room. Peering around Claire's body, I suddenly remembered that my door was still slightly ajar. I only had a split second feeling of concern before I saw some movement in the in the hall beyond my door. Claire managed to drag my attention back to her.
"Zach! I-I I'm gonna cum on your cock, please give me my treat, I need it or else I just might go crazy." Claire yelled out hyperbolically. I once again cringed at her noise level, but the raw sexual power of the moment had finally pushed us both over the edge. As usual Claire had a mind shattering orgasm. Eyes rolled into the back of her head, her pussy desperately trying to milk me dry. She shook for a little while before she slumped forward onto my chest, she was out cold.
As I laid there, still inside of Claire, trying to catch my breath, I heard more noises. I heard what was clearly the sounds of wanton moaning, but the sounds were obviously muffled, held back so as not to be found out. I knew that it was my mom on the other side, watching Claire and I have incestuous sex. She must have been so absorbed in masturbating while watching us that she didn't realize we had finished. Finally, I heard her stifled climax, I kept my eyes on the gap in my door, when I saw the telltale hazel eyes of our mother. We locked eyes, time felt as though it was standing still, and instead of cowering at her discovery of us, instead I gave her a knowing smirk and a wink. I saw her expression fill with panic, as the part of her face I could see quickly disappeared. I heard the soft footsteps rapidly plod away from my door, then heard my moms door close. In my groggy state I allowed Claire to sleep on my chest, falling asleep shortly after mom ran off, thinking about how interesting things would get around here.
~*~
That morning, I was out of bed before Claire woke up. My thoughts were racing, thinking back to what I saw last night. We should have been more careful. I assumed that once mom was asleep, she would remain that way; dumb mistake. I almost threw Claire off of me when I noticed her there, but I realized that she was just watching us. I was puzzled as to why she hadn't burst into my room and yelled at us for having incestuous sex. Claire was riding me with her eyes closed, moaning without a care in the world. In hindsight, I probably should have fucked her doggystyle so that her moans would be muffled by the pillow. I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I didn't even realize Claire was about to cum. As usual she had a mind shattering orgasm - likely amplified by the collars magic - then promptly slumped against my chest and passed out.
It was the quiet after our love making that I heard it. The sounds of moaning were coming from beyond my door, mom was getting off at us getting off. I felt ashamed at being caught, but knowing my mom was plunging her fingers into her cunt, probably fantasizing about me fucking her; that really turned me on. Finally, I heard a louder muffled moan, as it sounded like my mom climaxed. A second later and her eye returned to the gap in my door, we locked eyes, as I gave her a knowing smirk. She pulled away quickly and I heard her scamper off to her room.
Claire was still asleep on me, not having taken my cock out after cumming, I started to harden again at the thought of mom taking my cock. Claire began to stir as my cock filled her pussy yet again.
"Oh, did you wanna go again?" Claire asked, looking into my eyes with contentment.
