Ink You / Us Ch. 02

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He discovers that she has a big sis / little bro fetish.
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Part 2 of the 7 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 01/26/2018
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Tags - muscular female, dirty talk (big sister, little brother roleplay), cunnilingus, stomach deformation, squirting, forced multiple orgasm, (temporary) mind break

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She used their showers - magically enchanted to be warm and clean. In a normal state of mind, she probably would have found it both novel and relaxing. Jay had kindly led her to the shower, set down a towel, and excused himself. Sarah had stood there, unmoving until a dancer noticed her just standing there.

The woman came in and gave a sympathetic smile. "Gangbang?"

Sarah just stared at her.

The woman patted her consolingly on the back. "Hey, you made it through."

And then, Sarah had to have this kind stranger wash her up, as she stood on shaky legs, her mind still booting back up after her sexually-induced blue screen of death.

She tried to figure out how she felt about the whole thing. Her body had felt like it never did before, and she definitely came the hardest she could remember. She was incredibly turned on, feeling free to just be attracted to a cute boy for a while.

But she also felt guilt, shame, and arousal in a repeating pattern.

"I need to stay the fuck away from him," Sarah told herself.

Sarah staggered home, staring blankly into the middle distance as her feet barely managed the shuffling to propel her home. She looked like a traumatized veteran leaving a horrific battle. She was clean at least.

So out of it, she didn't notice that a cloaked figure from across the street, clearly did a double take, glancing up and down the street, and then stared at her. Sarah, unusually for her, did not take note as this figure approached her with a menacing air.

When the figure was right behind her, it called out.

"Hey, you!"

It was a female voice, and it startled Sarah who turned around.

"What?" she said.

"Have you seen this person?" asked the woman, pulling out a scroll from her cloak and unfolding it.

The sketch wasn't the greatest quality, but it was clearly a picture of Jay. Sarah snapped out of her post orgasm haze and felt her defenses and awareness come back online. She scoffed.

"No," she said.

The cloaked woman smirked. "You're lying."

Sarah took in the woman's stance, and could see now that she stood and moved with the purposefulness of a fighter. No stray movements, nothing wasted, and every moment's movement was chosen with an instinct for not being off-balance and always ready.

"Well, I tried to help," Sarah said, taking a few steps backwards as to keep her eyes on the woman before turning.

She pulled down her hood. Sarah could see why the hood was necessary for any semblance of being inconspicuous. Half her head was shaved, but the remaining hair was long and dyed an interesting color of orange and white in alternating horizontal layers. On top of that, she wore a thick headband, but it was tilted at a severe angle, covering up part of her shaved head and her left eye. The one eye that remained seemed to almost glow yellow in the light.

"Anyone who has been in contact with him will be able to see his image here. Otherwise, it should be blank," she said. "I just wanted to check, that you're not going to give up his whereabouts, right?"

Sarah considered the effectiveness of continuing to lie, but it probably wouldn't matter. "Right."

"My name is Bryce. I'm going to attack you," the woman speaking the words with an almost apathetic air. She dropped into a fighter stance, hands raised.

Sarah cursed internally. She was not 100% right now. She had felt so relaxed with Jay, but now it was almost like she couldn't get her muscles to feel tensed and ready in this moment when she needed it.

And then Bryce cocked her head. "Something's wrong with you, isn't it?"

"Fuck off," Sarah said.

The woman dropped the stance and stuck her hands into her pockets. "Tell you what. Meet me at the abandoned mine outside town at midnight tomorrow."

"Just like that?" Sarah asked suspiciously. "You're going to let me go and expect me to come and meet you?"

"If you don't, I'll find the target anyway, and eventually, I'm going to catch you unawares. You know, all that syncopated rhythmic music. This way, you get a chance to defend yourself best you can, realize that you can't, and hopefully you just tell me what I need to know."

"This seems like really foolish idea," Sarah said.

"If I win right now, you're going to resist me. You're going to think you can win later. When you realize that you can't do anything against me, then you'll cooperate. Or not. I guess we'll find out. Either way, just put up a fight."

And with that, she turned around and began walking away, waving over her head.

* * *

Jay whistled to himself as he cleaned the bartop, washed out and dried glasses, and made baked goods. Yesterday had been a good day and he was quite happy with himself. He was working an afternoon shift, which had the advantage of being not busy at all. Working a busy night shift had its advantages, since he fed off of the sexual energy in the air - though, it was largely male sexual energy, which was frankly, not very filling or satisfying.

He looked up when he heard the door open. "Welcome to Women Dance Without Much Clothes On, And You Can Buy Cheap Food Too!" He had to work on this greeting several times before it came out right.

"Sarah!" Jay exclaimed, smiling. "I was expecting you to come back today."

Her face was composed and stoic, and when he greeted her, he saw a flash off anger there.

"Okay, look," she said, marching up to him. "Men like you, who think that women will fall all over them just because they have a big cock are a dime a dozen. I've been fisted before by women," she said, holding up her own fist. "And you're big, but you're not this big."

"I generally go in like this," Jay said, raising his own hand, with all fingers extended, but pressed together for a more tapered entrance.

She pressed on, ignoring him, "and sometimes it was really good, sometimes just okay, and a few times, really kind of awful. Just like any other kind of sex. Women don't just come crawling back to you for your big swinging dick."

Jay looked puzzled. "I take it that's a... thing, that's believed in this world?"

It was Sarah's turn to be puzzled. "World?"

"Your world... of mercenaries and adventurers," he said. "I should have said country."

"That thinking happens everywhere," she said, and had she not been preoccupied with steamrolling past this awkwardness, she might have questioned this a little more.

"Hmm," he nodded. "I wasn't saying you came back for my cock. I just meant," he ducked under the bar and placed a sheathed longsword on the counter. "You left this here since it was in our weapons check area. I figured you'd come back for it today."

Sarah's righteous ire boiled away into embarrassed steam. Jay looked hurt, and it was like looking at the last puppy in the pound without a home - and she felt it, that inappropriate arousal that she shouldn't have.

"Sorry if I made you think I think like that," Jay said, sighing lightly, his big dark eyes looking pensively downward. "And I know that size... um, well, size and shape matters, since it's something that goes into you. How could it not? I just mean, that I know that how much it matters varies, and I know that what people want varies too. I just..."

He paused, and Sarah's heart ached because even the way his face wore sadness was a goddamn masterpiece.

"I just thought you were having fun with me before my cock came out. And that you liked how I looked," he continued.

Sarah sighed and let her eyes drop to the sword. Anything was better at the moment than looking directly at him. He was so pretty, that sometimes, it was hard to look directly at him - and that thought made her inner critic roll her eyes at herself. It was pathetic for her, a grown-ass woman in her 30s to act like this.

"That's on me," Sarah said. "I presumed a lot about you. So I'm sorry. Anyway, thanks for the sword," she said. She went on, her throat feeling dry because she knew was lying about this. "Maybe I'll see you around."

He nodded, staring at the wood grains on the bartop. "It was good to see you," he said, earnestly, looking up at her with a forced smile.

She gave a lazy two-finger salute, and felt awkward about it, because while she thought it was a casual, 'hey, just gonna go now' gesture, she never did that sort of thing, and wondered why she suddenly decided to try it now, and she was worried it might have looked completely natural, and maybe was a bit weird? And now, she was overthinking this way too much, and, "yeah, likewise."

She turned around and started walking out.

She was almost to the door when he called out. "You didn't know your sword was here?"

Fuck.

She turned around. "Um. No."

They stared at one another for a long moment, and then she saw his features change from what she wanted to believe genuine disappointment to that knowing smirk he wore much of last night.

"So," he said, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Why did you come back?"

Sarah sighed, feeling even more silly to have forgotten due to the awkwardness of the situation.

"Someone is looking for you," Sarah said.

"What? Really? Who?!" Jay was suddenly very excited, as if this was good news.

"A woman," Sarah began, and saw his instant deflation.

"Oh."

"Named Bryce if that means anything," she went on, as Jay shook his head. "Anyway, my guess is she's not looking to have some tea and crumpets with you. Get out of town. Why not go home?"

"I can't do that," Jay said. "I have to get to Odys."

"That's a long way away," Sarah said.

"I know. But I can't go home. Not yet."

Sarah sighed, but turned this into a growl, suddenly finding herself angry. "You're from another country, with a group that's tracking you, you don't know Terra at all, and you think you're just simply going to walk into Odys?"

"Well... maybe get on some carriages, boats, or something," he said.

"You can't!" Sarah shouted. "You're done, and this is where your trip ends. Get back on a boat and go home."

"Could I make it if you helped me?" He asked.

She hesitated, deciding to give the truthful answer. "Probably."

"Then will you?"

"Look," Sarah said. "I got a lot to..."

"Please?" Jay went on. "I could... offer my body to you. I could cook and clean and service you sexually."

Sploosh, as they say. But this time, guilt and pride won out over her long neglected sexual tastes. "No. I... like how you look. And it was fun to be... pampered and enticed. But I can think of few things that would turn me off faster than an arrangement that you have to service me."

"Hey, I would enjoy it greatly," Jay said. "I really like you too. It's not like I faked my orgasm using sleight of hand and a cup of warmed up yogurt."

"Yeah, that didn't taste like it," she said.

He tapped his chin and looked up, "hmm. If you salt it, maybe add some sour cream..."

"Jay, please don't. I like yogurt and sour cream."

"Sorry."

"Point stands, I'm not going to accept anything from you. I mean, the cooking and cleaning is fine, but..."

"Really?!" Jay put his hands together and stepped closer to her, eyes wide with gratitude and happiness.

Sarah's mind played back the last couple of seconds and realized what they sounded like, that she was accepting to take him.

If you take the last puppy from the pound who had been waiting for you for weeks. If you pick him up, and he's wagging his tail and licking your face, and he looks so happy.

Could you put him back?

"I mean," she hesitated and then actually thought about her next words. Being on auto-pilot had gotten her into trouble... fun trouble, but nonetheless, trouble. "I'm not sure how we're going to pay for it. I got some... problems with finances right now."

"Ah, well, that's easy," he said. He reached over the bar and pulled out a pack. It looked brand new, but poorly made. This was the sort of backpack they sold new adventurers who couldn't afford good materials, so they bought cheap ones instead. He reached into it and pulled out a purple cloth bag. He reached into it and pulled out a handful of sparkling crystals.

"What the fuck?" Sarah asked.

"They're diamonds," he said. "I've never been to Terra before, but I knew I'd need money. But I didn't know what you used for money, and in any case, didn't have any... but we have these."

"Holy... fuck," Sarah stared wide-eyed at this.

"I tried to buy my first meal in this bar using three diamonds," Jay said. "The bartender, Christy, was really surprised, but nice enough to explain to me that these are worth a lot."

Sarah mutely reached out towards the bag and squeezed it. It seemed to be full.

"You could buy a country with these," she said.

"Oh yeah?" Jay asked. "They're just rocks really."

"You could buy an entire guild, finance the whole operation, and then have them take you back," Sarah said. "This is a literal fortune."

"Yeah, but I just want you," Jay said. "And... well, from what I understand, I can't just give people diamonds, even small ones, to pay for things. You'll have to help me get some of your money."

He reached into his pockets and pulled out about thirty silver pieces. "I've earned this much so far. Like, how many silvers does it take to equal a diamond?"

Sarah shook her head. "Thousands?"

"Oh? Really? Then we should be set!"

Sarah sighed.

"You can have the whole bag if you help me. I mean, anything left over from expensives and stuff," Jay said.

It was a staggering sum of money. She had to work and hustle every day of her life. The thought of not having to was strange to consider. "What's in Odys anyway?"

Jay looked down. "I need you to help me find a man. A sword saint who had a metal arm."

"Like... an armored arm?"

"No," Jay said. "An... enchanted arm."

"Huh," she said. "Okay."

"I have a picture too, but..." he pulled out a scroll from his backpack. It was unfolded and not rolled up, kept between two large, flat books or something in his bag. "But you can't see the picture..."

Sure enough, the parchment he looked at was blank. At least, it was to her.

"So about that person who was looking for you..." Sarah began.

* * *

(Fucking and Fuck-Adjacent Things Here)

Sarah unlocked the door to her room. She was staying at a room where many female arena fighters stayed. It was cheap and close to her workplace, and in the city, this was convenient.

"I need to pack some things," she said. "And then we have to go see my friend Shirley before we go. I need her help with some things."

"Surely you can't be serious," Jay said. "I thought you said there was an assassin in town or something who was going to fight you?"

"If you pull that shit with Shirley, she'll cast a fireball up your butt," Sarah said.

"It'd be the only way this ass gets any hotter."

Sarah ignored this, for fear of encouraging him. "That woman, Bryce, seemed intent on a true fight or whatever. So she wanted to challenge me at midnight. I think as long as we're gone before then, we're good."

Jay looked around her room. There wasn't a kitchen or bathroom, implying those must have been shared things. He looked around curiously at the cramped space. Sarah grabbed a bag and tossed it to him.

"Use this one instead," she said. "Your's is crap."

Jay held the new bag incredulously. "This... kind of looks like crap."

"It's not," she said. "Switch it over."

He did so as Sarah began to pack a different bag for herself. "Toss me those diamonds too. I better hold onto them."

Jay finished packing and glanced at a bookshelf next to Sarah's bed. "You're quite the reader," he said.

Sarah was looking at a wall-mounted rack of swords, muttering to herself as she pulled one off and considered the others.

Jay bent forward and read the spines of the books quietly to himself. "Sibling Rivalry. Sister Knows Best. Step-Lovers. Huh."

Sarah was still busy with picking out equipment so he picked up the book on her bed. It was actually a picture book, with engravings of a rather... intimate nature. Jay grinned as he began reading a few pages, flipping around it for the action.

"Sarah?" he called out.

"Yeah?" Sarah chose a pair of whetstones and placed them into a side compartment of her bag.

"What does 'onee-chan' mean?" he asked.

"It means big-sister in... what the fuck are you doing?"

He held up her copy of Scissor Sisters. His grin only widened as she stomped over.

"I didn't tell you you could just look at my things."

"You also didn't say I couldn't, and this was already open on your bed," he said.

"I..."

Jay stepped close to her. He hugged her, nuzzling against her shoulder with his cheek. "Thanks so much, sis, for taking care of me and protecting me on this trip," he said, adding in a higher pitch and meandering tone to his voice.

Instantly, he knew he had found a pressure point on Sarah. She sat down on the bed as he nudged her gently towards it. She seemed so flustered she didn't notice this intentional positioning, or perhaps didn't care.

"Look, I know it's a bit... weird," she began.

"What's weird?" he asked. He kneeled down, so that he looked up at her with those big brown innocent eyes.

"I don't actually have any little brothers if you're worried about that," Sarah went on defensively.

"What do you mean?" Jay said. "You have me!"

He wrapped his arms around her calves and rested his head on her thighs.

"This is... I know what you're doing, but it's not necessary," Sarah said as dignified as possible.

"What's that smell, sis?" he sniffed, bringing his head closer and closer to her crotch.

"Okay, look, it's just... a fantasy. I know it's..."

"Mmm... you smell great, sis," he laid his head down, face inches from her crotch.

She stared down at him. Jay waited for a while.

Sarah's breathing came in deep and slow, and it looked like she was trying to take control of herself. To stop the awkwardness, stop the autopiloting on instinct, and think about what she needed to do next. With exaggerated care, she lifted his head off her lap. He looked up at her.

"What is it?"

She lowered her head towards his and kissed the top of his forehead. "Call me onee-chan. And I will always take care of you."

"Yay!" He shouted with glee, hugging her around the torso, burying his head in between her breasts. One of his hands fell to her crotch, and he placed firm pressure on her crotch. "Oh no!" He said with surprise. "Your pants are wet, onee-chan. We should change you out of them so you don't catch a cold."

It was a flimsy excuse to have someone take off their pants, but in any of the stories she read in this genre, that was practically an inconceivable plot twist. Again, she felt that odd stomach bubbling mix of arousal and shame.

He undid her belt and pulled her pants down to her ankles. "Sis! Your thighs are wet too! Did you pee yourself?"

She shook her head, "no, it just means I'm very happy you're my brother."

Sarah had never role-played sexually or otherwise before, and she felt awkward saying it. Like a part of her was expecting Jay to look up at her, roll his eyes, and say that this shit was too silly and stupid to continue doing.

Instead, he didn't break character - not even to show that familiar knowing smirk he wore almost all of last night. He gave her a look of almost cherubic innocence and beatific grace.

"Aww! Thanks, onee-chan. I'm really happy we're a family too," he said. "We better take these off too."

He pulled the panties down too. They were bright red boy shorts - which are not exactly the thinnest of materials. She surprised herself with this amount of leaking.

"You look so pretty down here, sis," Jay said. He pet her pubic hair, fine and blond, and she felt self-conscious. Every man she had been with before had always wanted to her to be clean-shaven, even if they didn't say it explicitly. "Am I going to get hair there too, someday?"

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