*Author's Note: This story contains sexual situations of all sorts between consenting adults. If you have any hangups and/or prejudices, you might as well leave now. All characters are at least 18 years of age. I presume a world free of STDs.
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"Hi," Jana said, flopping onto the sofa next to the weightlifting bench her twin brother Lars was laying on, an iron bar gripped in his hands, 125 pounds on each end.
"What's going on?" he asked, sweat beading his forehead as he pushed the weight up until his elbows locked, his chest muscles bulging with definition in spite of his mere 18 years.
"Marilu can be such a bitch sometimes," Jana said, stretching out on the sofa, her pale, bottle-blue eyes on her brother as he continued to push the bar and its weights up and down.
"Tell me something I don't know," Lars said, grunting as he lifted the weight one more time and settled it into the holder above his head.
"You're incredible," Jana said, grinning at him as he sat up, swinging his feet around so that he sat facing her, sweat pouring from his superbly muscled chest.
"So, what's Marilu done this time?" he asked, reaching for a towel to dry himself.
"She's decided that we have to have a blowjob contest," she told him, glaring at him.
"She what!" Lars exclaimed, staring at her. "Are you joking?"
"No, of course not," Jana complained. "You think I'd joke about something like this?"
"I suppose not," Lars replied. "So, what's the problem? Just don't play."
"Oh, like that's an option," Jana said to him. "Then I'd be nobody. That's worse than death."
"But.." Lars stammered.
"But the problem is," Jana continued, "that the few times I've done it, you know, a blowjob, well, I didn't get any compliments, unless you think a mouthful of hot cum is a compliment."
"Jeezus, Jana," Lars said, getting to his feet, his 6'2" towering over her as she sat there. "Time out already. Do I really need to know this?"
"Lars, I absolutely
MUST
win this contest," Jana said, sitting up straight, all 5'2" of her, staring directly into his eyes. "I have to beat Marilu at her best game. She just loves to tell us how she's fucked and sucked every single guy she's ever met, and how good she is at it all. Well, there's no way I'm going to
ever
let her beat
me
at anything."
"Uh, just how does this contest work?" Lars asked, temporizing, aware of a growing tightness between his legs.
"We each bring a cock...guy," Jana said with a laugh. "That's how Marilu explained it. Anyway, all of the cocks...guys are at the same time the jury and the participant helpers. It's a blind draw as to who gets who, but the guys watching do the voting. Whoever gets the highest score after each of us has finished wins."
"Wins what?" Lars asked, his head spinning.
"The contest!" Jana exclaimed, staring at him. "Haven't you heard anything I've told you?"
"Jana, are you really going to suck some guy's cock at random in front of a roomful of other guys and all of your girlfriends just so you can say you did it the best?" Lars asked?
"That's the way they're going to do it," she responded evasively.
"Have you ever had sex in front of anyone else?" Lars asked.
"Well, not really anyone else," Jana replied. "Just the guy."
"And you've done 3 blowjobs? That's it?" Lars asked, surprise in his voice.
"Yes, only 3," Jana replied. "Mostly guys just want to get inside of you as fast as they can."
"And Marilu..."
"Has probably sucked hundreds," Jana finished, "including yours from what she tells."
"Yeah, well," Lars stuttered. "So why are you telling me all of this? It's not like you ever discussed your sex life with me before, or ever."
"Because I want you to help me," she told him.
"Help you! How?" Lars asked.
"I don't know, but I want you to make sure I win that contest." Jana said, shaking her head, her long white-blonde hair whipping from side to side, a fierce and determined look on her normally angelic face.
"But how?" Lars asked. "You want me to rig the contest somehow?"
"Of course not," Jana said. "I want you to help me learn to give the best blowjob on the planet."
"Me? Teach you how to give a blowjob? Are you nuts? What do I know about giving a blowjob? I like girls, pussy, tits," Lars exploded.
"Well, even if half of what I hear is true, how many blowjobs have you had? 50? 100? 200?" Jana asked.
"I don't know, I don't count them," Lars replied defensively.
"So many you can't even count them," Jana said, nodding her head. "That sounds like enough to know what it's all about. You know what you like and what feels good, so you can teach me."
"But how can I teach you, you're my sister?" Lars complained.
"You'll find a way," Jana replied confidently. "Did Marilu give a good blowjob?" she asked.
"Jeezus, Jana," Lars complained, his cock now visibly hardening, his gym shorts nothing to hide it.
"Well, she is the competition," Jana said, "so it makes sense to know what I'm up against, doesn't it?"
"Let's just say she was enthousiastic," Lars replied.
"But was she good? The best you ever had?" Jana asked.
"No, she wasn't the best I ever had," Lars answered. "And I think I need to go take a shower."
"Yes, I can see that," Jana said with a laugh, staring pointedly at his cock now straining against the front of his gym shorts. "I imagine it will be a cold one."
Once in the shower Lars quickly stroked himself off, sighing with relief as he watched 3 strong streams of cum shoot from his 7" cock. He had known that his sister wasn't a virgin, but this was too much. And then he had an idea as he was drying his short white-blonde hair. With a smile on his face, he went to his room to get dressed for dinner.
"So, how was your day?" Lena Krimson asked as Lars entered the kitchen.
"Just fine, ma," Lars replied, bending over and kissing her on the cheek. "Worked out a bit, did some reading."
"My son, the Viking god," Lena laughed, letting her hand run across his naked chest. "Where's Jana?" she asked.
"I dunno," Lars replied, reaching for the dishes to help set the table. "I saw her before I took a shower, so she should still be here."
