Sib Games

I wish I could tell you that after we voted to quit the accursed game that we never saw those perverted goons again. I wish I could tell you how we went back to our normal lives and lived happily ever after.

But this isn't that kind of story.

--

There's no city like London in the summer.

Unless you're broke, all your friends have left town, and your brother isn't speaking to you. Then it kind of sucks.

I was on my way to another soul crushing shift at The King's Head. Meandering, as I did most days, to drag out the last seconds of fresh air and freedom.

So I couldn't tell you exactly how I came to be on that street. It was unfamiliar. Off the beat track. Which explains how I'd never seen it before, I guess.

The Battling Aces.

I peered through the white washed windows at the vacant space inside. A foreclosure notice on the door confirmed that the board game cafe had been closed for six months.

"Excuse me."

Someone stepped past me and began unlocking the door.

"You!"

The mousy girl near enough jumped out of her skin.

"Me?"

"It IS you. Lisa, right?"

Lisa cleaned her bottle-top glasses and studied me blankly.

"Lisa, from the game."

Lisa's face paled as the penny dropped.

"I...I...don't know what you mean," she mumbled, hurriedly locking the door to the shop, "I've got to go."

"Lisa, wait!"

"I've got a busy," she called, scuttling away from me, "I'm thing!"

--

The jukebox was playing the same cheesy trash that the regulars queue up every night. The kind of song you could go mad to. It crossed my mind that maybe I already had. Bumping into Lisa had brought back all those buried memories.

The kiss. The goons in their pink jump suits. The buzz wire. The collective vote to leave.

That's why I didn't notice the old man leaning on the bar. Not at first.

"What can I get you?"

The old man just smiled, wobbling slightly on his feet.

"Sir?"

I rubbed my temples. Damn, I hated that jukebox.

"Look, mate, are you going to order or..."

A flash of recognition.

It was the old man from the bunkbed beside ours at the games!

"Sir!"

"It's you right? Team 21?"

I nodded.

"Yes, sir." I confirmed, glancing round the pub to check we were out of earshot from the pissed builders swaying in the corner. "That's me. What are you doing here? Do you live round here?"

"No. I have a friend who lives nearby. Akari couldn't afford my home's fees any more, so I'm staying there."

"Would you like a drink? It's on me."

Grandpa took a seat on one of the bar stools, nodding.

"You're not going to believe this but this isn't the first time today that I've seen someone from the games."

"What are the chances? Maybe we were meant to meet."

Grandpa reached for the frothy pint but a sudden thought made me pull it away.

"Are you allowed to drink? Will it mess with your meds?"

With surprising speed, Grandpa swiped the pint from my hands and necked half of it. Wiping the suds from his whiskers, he winked.

--

"I've decided to go back."

"Go back where?" I asked, wiping peanuts and beer from the bar top.

"There."

I froze. The pub was empty. I hurried over to the door and bolted it.

"The games?"

Grandpa nodded.

"You know, I don't have long left. I want to have something to leave behind for Akari. Something to prove I was here."

"But..."

"When we played buzz wire, we finished before you did. We might win."

"Still, that place is..."

"Now that I'm out, I realise the truth. It's a worse hell out here."

"I don't know..."

But I did know. My life was going nowhere. Fast.

Grandpa slapped a familiar card on the bar and stood unsteadily.

"In case you change your mind."

With that, he wobbled out of the pub, leaving behind the business card that had started this nightmare.

--

"Hey, you've reached Tim. I guess I'm busy or maybe I just don't like you. Leave a message and find out which."

BEEP.

"Hi Tim, it's me. Again. I need to talk to you about something. Call me back, okay?"

I jammed my phone into my handbag and entered the restaurant. I was late, as usual, for a second date that had an eighty percent chance of ending in another unsatisfying fuck. There was nothing wrong with Jack. Or was it John? It could have been Pete, come to think of it. On paper they were all nice guys. Just my type. They just weren't...well. You know.

So I nodded aimlessly and pretended to listen to Jack/John/Pete's tedious anecdote about corporate finance, but I was really thinking about the business card in my pocket.

It was sometime around Jack/John/Pete's informative presentation on barefoot running that I recognised the pregnant woman eating alone on the table in the corner.

"Excuse me a moment," I smiled, cutting off the history of the Tarahumara runners as I stood up.

--

"Is this some kind of a prank?"

The pregnant woman was baffled. "Excuse me?"

"Three of you in one day. It's not even subtle."

"I really have no idea what..."

"You're Stevie's mom."

Her eyes bugged wide open as she looked for an escape route. I slid in the booth beside her, closing off her exit.

"From the games."

She gulped and nodded slowly.

"What happened to you?"

We both looked at her bulging stomach.

"I...they..." Stevie's mom lowered her voice to an urgent whisper, "it was all true. Everything they said. It all happened."

--

Eight months earlier...

The goons pushed gurneys down a dark corridor. On the gurneys were contestants. Drugged to high heaven.

The corridor forked and the goons pushed the gurneys alternately left and right. The comatose women all took the left fork into a sterile laboratory.

Dry ice spilled out onto the ceramic floor as a goon opened a huge freezer unit. Inside were stacks and stacks of vials. Each one labelled with a name. The goon reached for one labelled 'Stevie.'

--

"They took samples from our teammates when we entered, when they were unconscious. Then, after we lost the buzz wire game, they did it."

I wouldn't have believed a word if not for her swollen belly.

"I'm having Stevie's baby."

--

"Hey, you've reached Tim. I guess I'm busy or maybe I just don't like you. Leave a message and find out which."

BEEP.

"I guess I found out. We NEED to talk, Tim. I'm serious. Please call me back."

I hesitated.

"I..."

Fuck it. I ended the call and picked up the sinister business card.

Good luck pretending I don't exist now, buddy.

--

"Mmmmm..."

Okay, fine, you got me.

This time I knew who's arms I was waking up in. Just let me enjoy it for a moment, would you, before...

"Skye!?"

Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

I rolled over and smiled apologetically at Tim.

"Tell me you didn't do what I think you did..."

"I don't know how you want me to answer that question."

"For fucks sake, Skye!"

THWUNK!

The dazzling lights illuminated the huge hall. All around us couples groggily emerged from under their duvets.

"Is this because I didn't answer my phone?"

I shrugged.

"You could have sent a WhatsApp!"

"It's not about the fucking phone, Tim."

"So why the hell did you drag us back here?"

"It's you!" A voice called from behind Tim.

Tim and I turned to the bunk next to us where Akari was helping Grandpa sit up against his pillow. He smiled genially at us.

"You came back."

I nodded bashfully.

"It looks like a lot of people did."

Grandpa gestured towards the big screen that declared 83 teams were in the hall.

"You're right," I agreed, "looks like a lot of people had a tough time out there."

"Not me!" Tim cried, "I was doing just fine until last night!"

"Oh, get over yourself," I said, swinging my legs off the bunk, "it's always me me me with you. Well there's no I in team, pal."

"But there is in insemination."

My cheeks flushed angrily as I dropped down to the floor of the hall. Akari jumped down next to me and pointed at two figures in the crowd.

"Ai-eee! Even those brothers came back. I wonder if they saved their house?"

Another girl dropped down next to us. I recognised her hourglass figure immediately.

"Oh, hi."

"You're..."

"Ellie," she filled in, tugging the hem of her nightie to try and cover her long legs, "and this is Larry, my...Dad."

The silver-haired fox climbed down from the bunks and smiled at me and Akari.

"I'm glad to see you again, mister." Akari said, smiling seductively at Larry, causing Ellie to bristle.

"The old team," Larry said, putting an arm round Ellie, "back together."

"That's it!" An idea suddenly struck me. "Let's team up."

"I don't know," Ellie frowned at Akari, "we don't even know what games are coming up."

"Exactly! We'll be better prepared if we work together."

"I think it's a great idea," Akari said, winking at Larry.

Tim joined us, helping Grandpa down from his bunk.

"Can we really join you?" Grandpa asked hopefully.

"Sure," Larry chipped in, "you'll be the captain."

"That settles it," I put my hand in the middle of the group, "we're a team."

Grandpa was the first to put his hand on mine. Then Larry. Akari was quick to follow. Ellie didn't bother disguising her annoyance, rolling her eyes as she laid her hand on top next. Everyone looked at Tim.

"This doesn't mean I've forgiven you," Tim said, shooting daggers at me as he reluctantly put his hand on the pile.

--

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, Apollo and Riley were holding their own conference. 

"We'll take you in," Apollo offered smugly to the willowy Russian sisters, Zara and Antonia, "if you pay us tribute."

"Vat do you mean, tribute?" Zara sneered.

"A small gesture of loyalty," Riley said, stroking Zara's cheek.

"Why should ve be loyal to you?" Antonia asked, slapping away Riley hand.

"Because you don't stand a chance going solo in here," Apollo bragged, stepping close to Antonia and whispering in her ear, "but we have a man on the inside. He's going to give us the inside scoop."

Antonia and Zara shared a conflicted glance.

--

"Has it started already?!"

Tim gestured across the hall. We all turned to follow his gaze.

"That fucking pig!" Ellie cried.

"Easy, El." Larry tried to calm his daughter, "ignore him."

Easier said than done, I mused, watching with fascination as the Antonia slurped on Apollo's cock. Riley stood beside him, nightie hitched above her waist, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as Zara lapped at her pussy.

"I don't think this is a game," Tim said, "I think they're forming their own team."

"Should our team do that too?" Akari asked, looking hopefully at Larry.

"No!" Ellie stamped her foot.

"Ellie's right," Tim agreed, "that's not what we're about."

We turned away, trying fruitlessly to ignore Antonia's retching as Apollo forcefully fucked her throat.

--

"We should try to figure out what the next game will be."

Our team sat in a circle, finishing off the meagre rations distributed by the masked goons.

"How are we supposed to guess that?" Ellie sulked.

"Well, if I think about what we did last time, it's probably a kids game from back in the day." Grandpa offered.

"He's right," I agreed, "but there's so many games."

"Hop scotch, bucking broncho, limbo," Larry offered, "kiss chase."

"I hope it's that one," Akari giggled, scootching closer to Larry.

"Whatever it is," Tim jumped in before Ellie could kick up a fuss, "we'll help one another."

The gas was filling our lungs before we had time to agree. Then it was lights out, nighty night.

--

I work out, maybe not as much as I should do, but I know what a rowing machine looks like. And I know I don't like them. So I wasn't filled with joy when I woke up next to one.

I didn't mind what was positioned above it though.

Tim was groggily waking up. He was kneeling on a bench above the rowing machine fan. His hands were bound to a chain above his head and his ankles to the bench. A piston extended from the fan, through a hole in the bench, to a open-ended fleshlight circling his engorged cock.

My brother's erect cock.

I was staring at the exposed glans of my brother's cock. Purple and rigid. Perfectly shaped. Just the hint of moisture pooling at the tip.

Holy shit, I thought, it's even better than I imagined.

"Skye!"

Caught red handed, I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from Tim's cock.

"Are you okay?" Tim asked.

"I'm fine," I said, getting to my feet, "are you?"

"Ummm..."

"Right. Stupid question...Is that..." I glanced down at his hard cock, "because of me?"

"What? No! They must have drugged me."

I looked around.

The teams were aligned in a long line either side of us. Above each rowing machine hung a man with a chemically induced erection firmly encased in a fleshlight. A huge screen behind the rowing machines displayed avatars of each team in virtual rowing boats at the start line of a regatta.

"Daddy!"

The cry pulled my attention to the team a few places down from us. Ellie and Larry.

"It's okay, sweety," Larry placated as Ellie bounced over to him, "they haven't hurt me."

"But you're..."

Ellie trailed off, realising she was face to face with Larry's gently twitching cock.

"I'm fine, baby." Larry said with a little more urgency, "but you should maybe step back a little."

"Careful Larry," came Apollo's cocky drawl from the rowing machine next to him, "she bites."

I glanced with admiration at his beautiful black cock, understanding the source of his arrogance.

"Go fuck yourself, prick!" Ellie spat back.

"Contestants!"

The goon's voice blasted through hidden speakers.

"The second game is Row Row Row Your Boat. The player must move their virtual avatars across the finish line of the race within ten minutes without triggering their partner's orgasm. If a player orgasms, the team will receive a sixty second penalty."

"But...but...but..."

I recognised the nerdy girl stammering next to me. Lisa.

"I don't play sports!"

I glanced at her brother hunched above her rowing machine and gasped. A fleshlight was struggling to contain the biggest cock I'd ever seen.

A goliath. A donkey dong. This whopper had to be 12 inches and thick. Holy fuck was it thick. Where most of the cocks only had the tip protruding from the fleshlight, Dwight had a full six inches sticking out above the rowing machine.

"Those who complete the race within ten minutes without triggering an orgasm will proceed. The rest will be inseminated. Take your marks."

I sat on the seat of the rowing machine and reached forward for the handle. The motion put me face to face with my brother's cock.

To my left, Lisa was having to lean awkwardly to the side to avoid face planting her brother's schlong.

"Get ready."

I took up the slack on the machine, glancing to my right where Riley was licking her lips mere inches from Apollo's glans.

"Go!"

Eighty-three rowing machines heaved in unison with a synchronised whoosh.

Almost instantaneously, eighty-two men groaned with pleasure.

And one woman.

WHOOSH!

Zara moaned as a dildo rose up to penetrated her.

"Slow...down!" She gasped, wincing against the sudden intrusion, "I need a little varming up!"

"Vat about ze race?" Veronika slid forward on the slide of the rowing machine.

"Fuck ze race," Zara squirmed as the dildo slid out of her, "think about my pussy!"

"I'm trying not to."

WHOOSH!

"Golly gosh!"

The chains above Aberforth's head rattled as he struggled against the fleshlight's first pull on his well lubed shaft.

"All good, brother?" Hugo asked, pausing on his slide.

"Yah...Hunter-Thwaite's haven't lost a regatta in a hundred yahs."

"That's the spirit," Hugo cheered, pulling mightily on the handle, "Close your eyes and think of Henley!"

WHOOSH!

The fan on the machine rotated the piston, which dragged the fleshlight from the base of Tim's cock until it enveloped the head with a wet squelch at the end of my back stroke.

I paused for a heartbeat then began a slow return down the slide towards the cock that was emerging from the soft grip of the fleshlight.

The gleaming head reared up in front of me, closer and closer, until I hit the end of the slide with my face only a few inches away from it.

I looked up into the eyes of my brother.

His face wore a curious look as he stared down at his scantily clad sister. He seemed torn between disbelief, lust, and pain.

Tim nodded once in answer to my silent question, then tore his eyes away to look at the distant ceiling.

WHOOSH!

Lisa struggled woefully against the drag of the rowing machine, the resistance made greater by the vice-like grip of the fleshlight around Dwight's massive cock.

"Try shorter strokes," Dwight yelped, "increasing the stroke rate decreases the power required per stroke!"

"Why didn't I think of that," Lisa squeaked, "oh yeah..."

Pulling shorter strokes brought her closer to the front of the slide. Closer to the wobbling length of brother-cock.

WHOOSH!

Riley's powerful legs exploded away from the bottom of the slide, driving her avatar clear of the pack in the virtual race.

"Can you handle the pace, brother dearest?"

Apollo flashed his sister a daring smile as she glided back towards him. The fleshflight revealed the length of his throbbing cock.

"Do you worst."

WHOOSH!

"I'm tired Daddy!"

"Keep going baby," Larry encouraged his daughter, "nice and steady. And try not to look."

Ellie's nightie clung to her body, plastered to her heaving chest by the sweat running down her cleavage. Ellie gathered her breath at the bottom of the slide, glancing up at the angry cock twitching in her face.

"Does it hurt Daddy? It looks painful."

"It's...okay," Larry tried not to stare at the generous eyeful of cleavage on show beneath him, "don't worry about me."

WHOOSH!

"Uggghhh!"

A husky groan escaped Zara's throat as the dildo bottomed out inside her, mashing the silicon balls against her clit.

The toy glistened with the tell-tale signs of arousal as it slid from Zara, revealing her reluctant pleasure to her sister.

It had barely retracted before Veronika's next stroke hammered it back into her sisters dripping pussy.

WHOOSH!

Two minutes into the race, Zara's pussy wasn't the only thing dripping. Hugo winced as a dangling bead of pre-cum trailed across his face.

A quick glance up at the screen showed him that is avatar was neck and neck with Apollo and Riley's. A decade of public schooling showing its dividends as he rowed with expert technique.

Aberforth was less focused on his brothers flawless posture and more concerned with the fleshlight nudging him towards an explosive climax.

"Umm, Hugo, slight issue up here."

Hugo was too absorbed in a deeply ingrained need to win. Gritting his teeth, he heaved on the handle.

WHOOSH!

The thick musk of sex filled my nose as I slid towards Tim's cock. There was no disguising his arousal. Or mine.

I could feel the dampness on the seat beneath me and prayed that Tim kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling so he wouldn't see my glistening pussy lips each time they was exposed on the downward slide.

"How are we doing?" Tim asked without looking down.

"About halfway," I panted, "we've got four minutes left."

"Faster..." Tim grunted, as the fleshlight rippled over his sensitive cock, "you need to go faster."

"Are you sure? I mean," I paused, watching as a dribble of pre-cum splurged out of a cock that looked ready to pop, "can you hold it?"

"Just...do...it!"

WHOOSH!

Dwight's dong bashed Lisa's glasses clean off her face and sent them skittering across the floor.

The now nearly-blind girl pulled at the handle with quarter strokes that barely took her away from the wobbling mass of flesh ricocheting off her face.

"I'm sorry, Lisa."

"It's..."