All characters are over 18, this is a work of fiction, etc.
This story contains incest, so if that bothers you, feel free to pass.
This is an odd one for me. I kind of started on a whim, and hammered it out in one night. It is
highly
experimental, and
very
different than my usual kind of thing. I'm not sure if it's really erotic, but it should be interesting, at least.
If you care to comment, please be kind. If this isn't quite your thing, please take a look at my other stuff. As I said, this is quite a bit different than the rest.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!
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Ellie is babysitting again, even though I'm nineteen, near enough, and Will's twenty-one. Ellie always babysits. Ever since last year. When Poppa died in the robbery. Momma doesn't let any of us be home alone, now. Not never.
Ellie's babysitting. Will and I know well enough what that means. We share a sneaked look behind Momma's back when she tells us. I don't know what I should feel about Ellie. She's mean. She makes me do things I don't want to. She never really asks if I want to, or listens when I say no. She don't listen to Will, neither. What Ellie wants, Ellie gets. Even when it's not hers. But it's too late to change any of that.
But there are some things that Ellie makes me do that I can't never, ever do elsewise. So I hate Ellie, but I kind of look forward to her coming too.
Soon, Ellie's here. She's all smiles for Momma, and all smiles for us, and she and Momma chat quiet while Will and I sit and listen. It don't take long before Momma's going to work. It starts when we hear Momma's car back up out of the drive. Ellie's face goes from that sweet thing that always fools Momma and never fools me, and into a grin like a fox gives a chicken.
"You know what to do," she says to us, and me and Will look at each other where we sit on either side of Ellie, like she taught us. We
do
know, too. Swallowing, I lean forward, my heart going patter-patter. Will meets my mouth with his. His lips are dry and hard, but he opens them soon enough, and my tongue slips in, and I taste his tongue and teeth and spit.
We're sitting close in to kiss so deep. Ellie is soft and warm against me. I don't know what I feel about her being there with Will and me kissing. I never do. But I don't care no more. Not when Will starts touching me.
Ellie always wants Will to check me and tell her when I'm ready. Then she always makes me beg. Beg for it, beg for him. Beg for Will's pecker. I always do, too.