AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is a 3 part story written in an experimental style.
If you are not starting with part 1, it is HIGHLY recommended that you read all three parts IN ORDER.
This is important to understanding the story itself and what I was hoping to accomplish.
I hope you enjoy the story, and I would be grateful for feedback regarding it and the style that I chose.
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"I want to know. I... need... to know," Kelly said. She felt confused by it all.
On the one hand, she felt betrayed and made a fool of; humiliated and insulted. On the other, she knew Arron's heart too well to think he would have done either. Neither would Nicole.
Still, they were brother and sister, and she couldn't just ignore that. Nicole wasn't just some ex-girlfriend. He didn't even have an ex-girlfriend.
Arron sat on the couch, saying nothing at first. Kelly could understand needing a moment to prepare himself for such a confession, so she waited patiently in the nearby armchair.
He began speaking, and soon raised his head and stared at nothing. The hint of a smile on his face told her he had put himself in the past. Perhaps the only way he could do this was to be somewhere else.
He spoke of their childhood, and she felt a little sad for them, but less so since they weren't sad about it.
Hearing about him noticing his sister's body was a shock, at first, but then she realized that it was nothing unusual at all. As he said, "tits are tits, and an ass is an ass." This was just the reality of most young men and boys.
Every impulse she had to feel disgusted was immediately overridden by reason.
She couldn't blame him, but his sister was acting intentionally. That was harder to let slide.
'Was this normal for girls with brothers? I never had one. Am I really qualified to judge her?'
Hearing about the exercises was a punch in the gut, though, because Kelly did the same thing for him, but the joy she got from it was probably the same for Nicole.
Hearing him actually say aloud that he masturbated to thoughts of her was another punch. There were so many things about him that she wanted to believe were hers alone, even though she knew some were foolish hopes.
It was unreasonable to expect that he'd never masturbated to anyone but her, but knowing it was his sister made things worse.
She wanted to comment, but she respected him enough to not interrupt. She doubted he would have heard her anyway in that seemingly hypnotic state.
Even hearing about Nicole's style of panties stung because Kelly wore the same kind. It had been a silly little bond she and Nicole shared, but hearing all this was tarnishing that.
So many little things that were no longer exclusive to Kelly.
They even had similar breast sizes, although Kelly was a little larger. It had always given her a tiny sense of superiority, but now she felt like a runner-up. She loved that Arron loved her breasts so much, but he had loved Nicole's first.
She both feared and appreciated his forthrightness, as he recounted the past events.
He took pictures of Nicole's body without her knowing. Again, Kelly wanted to feel disgusted, but she loved when he did that with her. She loved when he showed her pictures he took of her sleeping, or shots of her butt he secretly took while they were out. Still, it wasn't quite the same.
Not even having her feet held and warmed was her own.
'So, I have her to thank for his body.'
She recalled when Nicole had hyped up her brother, trying to get Kelly interested in meeting him. She had mentioned that he had a good body. Kelly just didn't know that Nicole was the one responsible for it.
'I suppose I should be grateful.'
Nicole had biting him first, as well.
'Surely he's not recalling their exact words from over a year ago.'
Kelly knew his memory was not that good, which offered worrying implications about what those things really meant to him.
Or maybe he did just somehow hypnotize himself and is pulling the details from the recesses of his subconscious.
'He likes rubbing my foot into his erections. Was he thinking of her when he did that?'
His account continued.
'Bare skin against his back.'
Kelly's heart sank again. She closed her eyes and held her forehead along her thumb and index finger.
'She was naked on him. Not even I have been naked on him, yet.'
Kelly looked back at him at the part when the pictures were revealed.
'She found the pictures and confronted him? Naked?'
'What was she playing at?'
'She actually asked him that? Oh, my god. I can't believe she wanted to know, much less had the nerve to ask.'
Her mouth dropped and her eyes widened as he spoke of masturbating in front of his sister; while she was wrapped around him from behind, and he was going into such graphic detail.
'She actually handed him her panties to cum into?'
Kelly was torn between revulsion and wishing she'd thought of the idea herself.
During the last half of their year together, Kelly imagined many scenarios for what could be her and Arron's first time being intimate, but none were so brutally erotic as that.
She was beginning to feel a little warm and unexpectedly aroused. She wanted him to speak to her in this way, and hearing the words coming from his mouth was a taste of that.
'What in the world did she have planned?'
Who was this woman that Kelly thought she had known for the past year?
They quickly became friends when Nicole was hired, and they had become best friends in less than a month. They talked about so many intimate things, but now Kelly realized that she had seen only the surface.
Kelly's full attention was on Arron as he revealed how Nicole had sucked him off and swallowed his cum.