THROUGH THE VEIL
CHAPTER 2
Go With The Flow
Moonlight illuminated the lakeshore in the forest as Kylie grasped her shoulder, her arm just covering her naked breasts. She shivered, not because she was cold, but because she was nervous. Her and a handful of her friends had just taken off their clothes in preparation for a late night skinny dip, and Kylie was thinking way too much.
She didn't mind the nudity at all, she had seen plenty of naked girls and guys before. And she wasn't being insecure about her body, she had grown quite comfortable with her slender frame and small tits over the past few years. The thoughts bombarding her mind weren't about seeing or being seen, but about how she felt about what she saw.
They were a mixed group of guys and girls, and Kylie's eyes darted over all of them. She felt tinglings of excitement in her pussy, and she felt like she should not.
The young girl had dated and fucked a couple guys already, sure. But she had also experimented recently with a girlfriend at a sleepover. She was pretty sure she wasn't gay, she still would touch herself sometimes and think of cocks. But, recently, she just as often thought of pussy. She was starting to think she liked them both the same.
So, while her girlfriends might have been getting a little aroused catching glimpses of the guys, and the guys may have been getting turned on checking out the girls, Kylie was feeling a little overwhelmed looking at them all together. It was like she was getting a double dose of what they were feeling. In that moment, she realized what it meant to be bisexual, and that that was what she was.
She let her arm down, and immediately saw one of the guys check her out. She looked at his dick, halfway to hard, and scanned up his body until they accidentally made eye contact. They immediately averted their gazes, both nervous about getting caught perving.
Next, she stared over one of the girls. Her breasts were large and soft and bouncing in the moonlight as she giggled and hopped around the shore. Kylie looked down her body and noticed her perfectly trimmed bush, a small triangle surrounded by bald, pale skin. She stared for another moment, and then looked away, afraid again of getting caught.
Kylie had a hand between her own legs, at first to cover up, but now she couldn't resist. Discreetly, she extended one of her fingers and pulled it across her cunt. Her lips parted with ease, and she felt her wetness leaking out. As she brushed over her clit, she shuddered.
'These were clearly some feelings I need to work out,' she thought.
Having never really considered herself anything but straight, she wasn't ready to declare a whole new sexuality. Who was she to call herself bi? Did she even have the right to just hop into the bisexual community on a whim? Plenty of girls experiment around her age, she surely shouldn't rush to any proclamations.
She moved her hands to her hips and resolved herself to worry about that all later, and just have a fun night with her friends. Putting on a smile, she skipped her way into the group.
They had a fun night.
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On the way home, Kylie remembered some rumors she had heard about her brother, Jake. Some people said that he was gay, or more specifically/graphically, that he loved cock. And yet, she had seen and heard him with girls over since he returned home, after dropping out of college.
'Maybe,' she thought, 'he likes both.'
Jake and her were friendly, though not the closest they had ever been, being at such different stages of their lives. They hadn't had a serious conversation in years, and the limited conversations they had were usually requests and grievances. "I need a ride", "you ate all the cerea", "get out of the bathroom"; that kind of stuff.
Yet, her mind racing with thoughts and fears of a whole new side of herself, she decided it would be a good idea to talk to him. Hopefully he could at least set her straight, if he thought she was overthinking things. He was always good for that.
When she arrived home, she slowly opened the door, and crept her way in. She was out way past curfew, and didn't want to wake her parents. She tiptoed to the basement door, and saw the light was on, so her brother was still up. She opened it, and paused for a moment at the top of the steps, considering whether she should really have this conversation.
Images from the night flashed through her mind. Tits and dicks and cunts and asses, all splashing around in the moonlight. She remembered how wet she had gotten just from looking at them all.
'Yeah,' she thought, 'I need to talk to someone.'
As she crept down the stairs, she could barely make out a rhythmic panting sound. Figuring it to be a movie, or video game, or, worst case, porn, she continued. The sound grew louder as she approached the bottom of the steps, and she prepared herself to see something she didn't want to see as she rounded the corner into his room.
She was still vastly unprepared for what she saw.
In the middle of the room, on the floor, Jake and his friend, Chad, were on their knees, facing each other, about five feet apart. They both were looking up at the empty air, as if something was floating there between them. Their eyes were wide and dilated, their mouths open wide in awe, with their arms dangling at their sides. But, most notably, they both were naked from the waist down, and their cocks were intensely hard and throbbing, pointing upwards with their gazes.
Had her brother just been watching porn and sadly jerking off in his bed, Kylie would've turned right back around and gotten out of there. But this... it was hard to look away from.
She focused on Chad, wanting to avoid seeing more of her brother's dick. He seemed enthralled in whatever was happening, and she wondered if she could break their focus if she tried. His cock was glistening, pulsing and looked like it was engorged to the brim.
'It's honestly pretty hot,' she thought.
Sure it was a strange situation, but a hard cock was a hard cock. And he was a decent looking guy. Kylie had occasionally flirted with him a little when he came looking for her brother, but he seemed more interested in getting high than getting laid. Now he looked like he was getting both.
His eyes were glazed and his pupils were going haywire, growing and constricting, seemingly at random. She recognized those eyes. He was tripping. Tripping balls, by the looks of it. They were out of their minds on something, and it's led them to whatever this strange, gay ritual was.
In that moment, Kylie couldn't help it, and let out a snort of laughter. She immediately covered her mouth and slid around the corner, certain they had heard.
But when she slowly peeked back into the room, they were still kneeling there, pumping their hips in unison toward whatever hallucinogenic visage floated between them.
Kylie was about to leave, having decided she had hit her limit for glances of her brother's dick, but she noticed them accelerating, their moans and thrusts becoming faster and deeper. It was strange and visceral and hysterical and erotic. She couldn't look away.
'Might as well catch the end,' she thought.
As their backs arched, she could've sworn she saw some sort of silver liquid swimming in their eyes. But before she could be sure, their eyes shut, and their mouths gaped as they let out deep cries of ecstasy. Kylie again tried to focus on Chad, not quite willing to witness her brother orgasm.
Chad's back was nearly parallel to the floor, his cock throbbing and twitching, pointed towards the space between the two boys. An unintentional glance at her brother revealed he was in almost the exact same position. They seemed to be experiencing the pinnacle of climax, a height more sober minds could only hope to reach.
Loud, unrestricted moans filled the room, and she watched as Chad's impossibly erect cock began to spurt it's white, thick cum in long ropes towards her brother. She gasped, imagining them dousing each other in their loads, and gasped again as the streams of cum seemed to stop mid-air, coating some invisible wall between them.
