Let Me In

Author's note:

This is an entry to the

Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025

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"Clair bear! Answer your phone. My messages are delivering so I know you're..."

The quarterback bumped into a shaggy haired stoner stumbling out of the house party. He didn't have a lot of patience for Clair's loser friends at the best of times. And this wasn't the best of times.

"You seen Clair?"

"Lil' blond chick? Tight ass?"

"That's my sister you're talking about."

"Sorry, bro. She's inside. Off her fucking nut on something."

He pushed past the stoner and through the front door. It was dark inside and loud. Crowded.

"Any of you seen Clair?"

A wiry red-head with braces cupped her ear. He noticed her pin-point pupils.

"Huh?"

"Clair! Did she take something?"

"She's in Jaya's room. Upstairs."

The door to Jaya's room was locked from the inside. A girl was leaning against it, one of his sister's friends, he couldn't remember her name. She was crying. "Something's wrong with Clair. She's acting weird."

"Open the door, sis! I'm not screwing around!"

He pressed his ear to the door and listened. He could hear her, just about. She sounded like she was in pain.

People were gathering in the hallway behind him. Someone, somewhere, turned the music off.

"Clair, open the door or I'll break it down."

A girl pushed through the crowd.

"Dude, that's my..."

Wood splintered and he crashed through the flimsy door and into the bedroom.

Clair was on the bed. The pleated skirt and tight crop top that she'd left their parent's house in only hours before were in a heap on the floor next to three guys. All of them had phones pointed at his little sister. They all turned to look at the intruder but none of them stopped filming.

One of her hands was inside her plain, white panties and the other was groping her naked breasts. He'd never seen them before. They were bigger than he imagined. Her back was arched off the bed, taut as a snare drum, and her legs writhed against the sheets. A silent gasp hung on her lips.

"Clair!"

He knocked the first guy out cold. The other two got the message and backed away as he knelt beside the bed.

"I'm gonna take you home. Okay, sis?"

"I want them...I want them to watch...."

"You're high, Clair. You don't know what you want."

He pulled her hand out of her panties and tried not to think about the wet shine on her fingers.

He helped her stand. She seemed dazed. Glassy eyed. Her chest was heaving. He tore his eyes from her breasts.

"Put some clothes on. Come on."

"I want them to watch me."

"Clair, stop fucking around..."

She kissed him. Not like a sister. Like a lover. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth. It was urgent, passionate, needy. And it caught him by surprise. For a second, maybe more, he simply let it happen.

Then he pushed her away.

"What the hell?"

The boys were still filming. People were crowding into the doorway. Her fingers were fumbling at his belt.

"I want them to see...to see..."

"To see what, Clair? What's got into you?"

"I want them to see...what a bad girl I can be."

Before he could stop her, before he could even try, she dropped to her knees and pulled his pants to his ankles.

And then she took him, all seven inches of him, into her mouth.

—

"Bullshit! There's no way that actually happened."

"Did too. I heard it from Brooks who heard it from Big Claims."

"Big Claims is full of crap."

"Big Claims used to date Jaya, dude. He was

there

."

I lingered in the doorway of the den, listening to my brother, Cole, and his douchebag friends bickering over their stupid story.

"Why do they call him Big Claims?" I asked.

"What the fuck, April? How long you been skulking over there?"

My brother is only a year older than me but it might as well be a decade. We're about as different as two siblings can be. Cole's physique was the envy of the school when we were students. Six-two and built like a swimmer - half my friends had a crush on him and the other half pretended not to.

Me? I wasn't exactly the black sheep of the family. More of the ugly duckling. I was a late bloomer and never really felt comfortable with my body when it caught up. I guess that's why I've always worn baggy sweaters and loose fitting jeans. I hate being the centre of attention.

"She's cool, Cole," said my brother's best friend, Dwayne. He flashed me one of those Hollywood smiles of his that make my legs weak and my words jumbled. "They call him Big Claims 'cus he's full of big claims that he can't back up."

"Exactly. He's full of shit," Cole agreed.

"A lot of people saw it happen, dude," argued Eric. The defensive lineman popped the cap off a Bud with his shovel-sized hands and offered it to me.

"Dude, she's underage," Cole said, reaching for the bottle.

I got there first. Praying I looked cooler than I felt, I took a long drag on the beer.

"I'm twenty-one next week, actually," I said, stifling a hiccup.

I sat on the end of the couch furthest from Dwayne, tucked my feet up under me, and pulled my baggy sweater over my knees.

That's when I saw the penis on the coffee table.

It was about seven inches long and looked like it was made of dried leather - like one of those shrunken heads found in Amazonian tribes.

"What is

that

?"

"

That's

what made Clair Tunaway go cuckoo," Eric said with a wink.

"It's 1000 per cent a trick," Dwayne said with a roll of his eyes.

"Why would Clair fake that? She sucked her brother's dick in front of

everyone

. I saw the video, man. She took his load down her..."

"Dude! My little sister is right there," Cole said, frisbeeing a pillow at Eric's head

"My bad," Eric said, holding up his hands, "my bad. But this shit is real. Try it, if you don't believe me."

"Try what?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"You wanna do it?"

"She is NOT doing it," Cole said defensively.

I felt my cheeks burning. I hate it when my brother thinks he can tell me what to do just because he's twelve months older than me.

"Maybe I want to do it."

"Better her than me," Dwayne said.

"No way," argued Cole.

"If it ain't real, what's the problem?" Eric said with a smirk.

Cole stared confrontationally at each of us in turn. "Fuck it, I'll do it."

"Alright!" Eric thumped the table in excitement, "Dwayne, you gotta time it. As soon as the ritual starts, it cannot go for more than 90 seconds."

"What happens after 90 seconds?"

"You end up like Clair Tunaway."

"Cuckoo, cuckoo," added Dwayne.

"You guys are so lame," I said, trying to mask my nerves.

"Put your hand round it," Eric instructed.

I laughed as my big brother gingerly touched the wizened old penis.

"Dude, like, hold it. You gotta mean it."

It felt weird watching my big brother closing his fist around the shaft of a penis like he was about to jerk it off, even if it wasn't attached to a body.

"Now say, 'cum to me.'"

"For real?"

"You gotta say it."

"You're worse than Big Claims," Cole said, slowly shaking his head. He sighed heavily then said in a crabby tone, "cum to me."

The reaction was instant.

My brother jerked upright and his eyes shot wide open. All the colour drained from his cheeks. "Who the fuck was that?"

"No one did anything," Dwayne chuckled.

"Don't play with me, dude. Who fucking touched my ass?"

"I dunno, man. It's different every time," Eric explained. "Now you gotta say, 'I let you in.'"

"I'm pranging out, man."

"Just say it."

"It feels...bad."

"Too chicken?" I asked sweetly.

My brother slowly turned his head and glared at me. I knew I had him.

"I let you in."

Cole's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he sighed deeply.

"You timing this?" Eric asked.

"Got it," Dwight confirmed.

"How you doing, Cole?"

I noticed my brother's knuckles were white with the effort of holding so tightly to the disembodied penis but the rest of him seemed oddly relaxed. He rolled his shoulders and slowly turned to Eric.

"I feel peachy, baby. Mmm-hmm."

"No shit!" Eric laughed, pointing to my brother's crotch.

I gasped. My brother's basketball shorts were tented with a huge erection that definitely hadn't been there a moment before. What's more, Cole didn't seem to give a damn. As I watched, his free hand found the outline of his hard on and squeezed it through his shorts.

But worse than that, my brother was staring right at me with a look of pure, animal lust.

"Told you, this shit is real," Eric said.

"Now what?" Dwayne asked, checking the timer on his phone.

"Now we ask him a question. You can't tell a lie once the ritual begins."

"I think...I think we should stop," I said, starting to feel creeped out by my brother's leering gaze.

"Yo, Cole!" Eric said, snapping his fingers in front of brother's face. "Tell us about Britney. You two ever play around in the back door?"

"Oh all the time," Cole confirmed, blatantly squeezing his erection as he spoke, "Brit loved it when I bred her ass, went wild for it. Two, three times a week she'd spread those pretty little cheeks and offer me that perfect little hole of hers. Damn near only way she'd cum."

"Knew it!" Eric laughed.

"She ever play with

your

ass?" Dwayne asked slyly.

My brother slowly turned his head to face his dark, handsome friend. "Nu-uh. Wish she had though. I tried April's dildo back there one time and..."

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, horrified.

"...and it felt damn good. I dunno if it was the sensation or knowing it had been inside my little sister but I've never cum so hard."

"Ten seconds..." Dwayne said before I could express my outrage.

Eric leant forward and began peeling my brother's fingers off the cock. "Time's up, big guy."

"Three...two...one..."

Just in time, Eric freed the cock from my brother's hand. Cole flopped back into the armchair and stared at the ceiling.

"Damn, that felt...amazing!"

"Umm, Cole? The circus has come to town, bro."

Dwayne pointed at the tent in my brother's shorts. Cole immediately hiked his knees up to his chest to hide the evidence of his arousal. His cheeks went beetroot and he shot a bashful glance at me.

But I was too pissed to care.

"You guys are jerks," I said, stomping out of the room.

—

"April? April, are you awake."

"You can't borrow my toys."

A shaft of light pierced the darkness of my bedroom as Cole cracked open the door. I pulled my duvet over my head.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Isn't that what you wanted? Or did you just come to pull pranks on me again?"

I felt the bed sink under my brother's weight as he perched on the edge.

"I...I don't remember what went down back there. Not really I mean, it was me but it wasn't. Kinda like I was watching from a distance, y'know, if that makes sense."

"Sure."

"But the guys told me things got a little...weird."

"Just go away, Cole. You've all had a good laugh at my expense. It was real funny. Now leave me alone."

"April...I..."

"It's sick, you know, saying those things about your sister. Even if it's just a prank, it's fucking sick."

"It wasn't..."

"Do you know how embarrassing that is for me? Do you even care? Or was that the point?"

"Honestly, April, I..."

"Just leave me alone, Cole. Fuck off."

I sensed my brother standing up and then a long silence as he hesitated next to my bed. It was a long time after that the door closed softly behind him. By then I'd already cried all my tears.

—

For the next few days I stayed out of Cole's way and he stayed out of mine.

That suited me just fine. The weather was scorching, hitting 100 most days, and I didn't want my brother ogling at me in my skimpy yoga pants.

It was a few nights later that I was lying in bed, sticky with heat, when my phone pinged with a notification of a message from Cole.

The message was just three words in block capitals. I TOLD YOU.

Below was a video file.

I thought about ignoring it but my curiosity got the better of me.

The footage was shaky. Whoever was filming was jostling with a ring of people in a small room, capturing brief glimpses of something happening at the centre of the group.

"Damn, Tunaway got skills!"

"That's her brother, dude."

"Hell no!"

The person holding the camera broke through the crowd and suddenly the reason for the excitement became clear.

A girl with messy blond hair was on her knees in front of a guy who looked to be a couple years her senior. She was naked except for a pair of plain, white panties. The guy was backed up against the wall, his face a mask of terror and astonishment, as he watched the cute blond run her tongue along the underside of his stiff cock before taking every inch of him down her throat.

The girl's diaphragm spasmed as she gagged on the thick length of cock. Saliva drooled over of her lips and onto her petite breasts, covering them in a messy sheen, but she didn't relent. Not for a second.

She seemed fixated on taking him deeper.

No. It was more than that.

She was consumed by a need for the boy's cock. She was obsessed.

No, I thought, as the video cut to the black. Not obsessed.

Possessed.

—

"I want to try."

Cole and his buddies did a double-take as I entered the den.

I swallowed the butterflies in my stomach and tried to look more confident than I felt, pretending not to notice their eyes widening as they took in the tight yoga pants hugging my curvy ass and the pert nipples peeking through the thin material of my old tee.

"Yo, April, looking good," said Eric with a low whistle.

"Dude, that's my little sister you're talking about."

"I dunno about little. Looks like April all grown up."

I felt heat rising to my cheeks as I sat beside Dwayne on the couch.

"That video doesn't prove shit. I dunno what kind of parties your perverts go to, it could have been

anyone

."

"Dude, you showed April the video?!"

"She thought we were fucking with her. She was upset."

"I was not upset," I lied, "I just think it's lame that you'd waste your summer pranking your sister. So I'm going to prove it's bull and then you can get back to your circle jerk or whatever it is you doofuses do with your spare time."

"I don't know, sis. Things got pretty weird last time..."

"If April wants to play, let her," Dwayne said, squeezing my knee, "She's a grown woman."

"Barely..." Cole muttered.

The leathery old penis was placed on the table and Eric dimmed the lights. I shuffled to the edge of the couch and held the wrinkly flesh. It was warmer than I expected. Almost like it was heated from within.

"You timing, Dwayne?"

"Yeah."

"When you're ready, say the words."

My palms suddenly felt clammy and my heart was beating in my ears. I pushed down the fear. It's only a prank, I told myself, there's nothing to be scared of.

"Cum to me."

A current of electricity ran down my spine and goosebumps broke out across the exposed flesh on my arms and legs.

"Clever trick," I said, turning accusatorially to my big brother, "how'd you do that?"

Cole shrugged. "It's different for everyone."

"You gotta let it in, April," encouraged Eric.

"You guys are so full of shit," I said with a roll of my eyes, "but if it will keep you happy, I'll say it."

"I let you in."

—

We haven't always been this way, Cole and I.

There was a time, years ago, when Cole was my best friend in the whole wide world. A time when he was my protector, my role model. A time when he'd read me bedtime stories.

The scary stories were Cole's favourite. Even though they terrified me, I'd always ask for the one about the siblings lost in the woods.

"Please, Cole. I promise I won't be scared."

"I don't know, Mom and Dad will be mad if you can't sleep again."

"Pwease!"

"Alright, alright, I'll read you a scary one but you've got to promise not to wake up Mom if you get scared."

"I won't get scared," I lied, knowing full well that I wouldn't sleep a wink that night. But I was certain that my big brother would stay with me. He'd keep me safe.

"Okay then. Don't say I didn't warn you though 'cus this is a really creepy one. Once upon a time there was a witch who lived in the woods..."

Those were happier days, snuggled with my big brother, pretending to be brave just so he'd spend the evening with me. Days when I believed my brother could protect me from the monsters.

And maybe he still could.

But could he protect me from myself?

—

"How are you feeling?"

"I...I feel...different."

All three guys were leaning towards me, staring at me intently. I was surprised to realise I was enjoying their attention. I wanted them to stare.

"Good different or bad different?"

"Good...really good."

I felt oddly elated, sort of lightheaded, giddy almost. Carefree.

And turned on.

I squeezed my thighs together in a subtle effort to stimulate my suddenly aching clit.

"Ask her something else," Dwayne urged.

"You watch much porn, April?" Eric asked.

"Dude!" Cole exclaimed.

A slight frown creased my forehead.

"Nuh-uh. I'm more into...into erotica."

"What's your favourite type?"

"I..."

"You don't have to answer that, sis."

I glanced at Cole. Part of me was embarrassed to even be having this conversation, let alone in front of my brother. But another part wanted him to hear, wanted to shock him, wanted him to know what his sweet, innocent sister fantasied about when she was alone.

"DP...creampie...CNC..."

"Go on.." encouraged Dwayne.

"...incest."

A cold wave of nausea rose inside me. Did I really just say that? The sensation disappeared almost as quickly as it came, replaced by a flush of heat between my thighs. I squirmed my legs together, heedless to my brother's eyes, as I blatantly sought some friction against my needy little clit.

"Dude, she's getting off on this!"

"Shut the fuck up, Eric! April, you can let go now."

"I...I don't want to..."

The urgency between my thighs was growing. I could feel the tight fabric of my yoga pants soaking up the juices flowing between my swollen lips as I humped against the armchair. I realised that my free hand was clutching my perky breasts through the white tee, sending jolts of pleasure to my groin as I pulled and tugged roughly on my thick, protruding nipples.

"What's wrong with you?" Cole asked, aghast, "stop it."

"Nothing is... is

wrong,"

I said. My voice sounded funny to my ears. More confident than the girl I thought I knew.

I gazed with lust-filled eyes between the tents in Eric and Dwayne's pants. I felt braver, braver than I'd felt in years, maybe braver than I'd ever felt. I knew what I wanted. "Pull them out and I'll suck them."

"Cut it out, sis."

I felt intoxicated with a lust that melted away all my inhibitions. I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy through my yoga pants.

"Holy cow, she's soaked!"

Eric was right. The front of my yoga pants had darkened with my juices, saturating the material and overflowing onto my milky thighs.

I was hot, hotter than I'd ever been, burning up. My whole body trembled. I was on the edge. It had to stop but I was powerless and the words tumbled out before I could stop them.

"I won't...I won't leave you out...big brother. I...I...I..."

The shape in my brother's pants lurched.

"...I'll suck you too."

I spasmed, clenching my legs around the hand working my soaked pussy, compelling myself not to let go, but my mind was racing, imagining the three boys pulling down their pants, exposing their thick cocks, rubbing them across my face, my lips, my cheeks, smearing my skin with their fluid, marking me, claiming me, forcing my jaw open and entering me, stretching me, emptying inside my mouth, my pussy, my virgin asshole, anywhere they want, anywhere...