Naughty Pines Cabin Ch. 01

"Found it!" James had returned with a large jug of change just in time to see Chris pull his hand from under the table as swiftly as if he'd touched a hot burner by accident.

Violet smiled broadly, smoothing down her skirt. "Great. Who wants to deal first?"

As it usually happened when the three siblings played poker, James bet conservatively and folded often, Chris bluffed often and won the most, and Violet, who didn't care much about the strategy, won the largest pots out of sheer luck. After a while, James was out of the game and started up a batch of fries and wings, and Violet was calling all in on a potential full house- a pair of Queens and a pair of fives.

Chris looked from the community cards to his sister's face shrewdly. "I don't know... Seems too rich for my blood."

"What if I sweeten the kitty?"

"Oh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow with keen interest. "How so?"

"Well, now that James isn't playing, we can bet whatever we want, right?"

Hearing his name spoken, their older brother turned around. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just telling Chris that now that you're out, we can turn this into a game of strip poker."

For a moment, she thought James might actually choke on his beer.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" Violet laughed. But when she caught Chris' eye, it felt like her stomach flipped over.

"How about loser has to do a dare?" he countered.

"What?"

"Winner's choice." This time he wagged both eyebrows at her mischievously.

"Okay, you're on."

"Then I call." Pushing his stack of chips to the center of the table first, Chris then laid down his hand. He had three of a kind, and Violet only two pairs. But there was still fifth street...

Chris burned one and turned one; and a Queen washed up in the river.

Elated by her good luck, and having just beaten one of her brother's at a game period, Violet did a little victory dance.

"Okay, you won," Chris grumbled, though he wasn't at all disappointed, especially considering how said dance caused her breasts and hips to sway tantalizingly, in a way she wasn't even aware of. "So what's my dare?"

Violet had almost forgotten. Taking a sip of her drink thoughtfully, a naughty idea came to mind. "I dare you... to give James a kiss."

"No way!" both brothers said at once. James almost dropped the entire basket of wings when he heard Violet's proposal.

"Aw, not even a little peck on the lips?" she teased.

Chris had been hoping her dare might involve kissing, but certainly not his brother. "Not happening."

"Well, what if you give me a kiss and I give it to James?"

"Why are you talking about kissing us all of a sudden?" their eldest brother interjected, who tried to remain honorable even if it was to his own detriment. "Isn't that what you have what's his name for- Alex?'

At the mention of her ex-boyfriend's name, Violet's smile vanished, as did all merriment from her expression. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, just thinking about the last time they were together, and the nasty rumors that had started going around afterwards- mainly that she gave terrible blow-jobs and that her cherry was frozen beneath a layer of ice.

"Not anymore," Violet said hoarsely before storming out so they wouldn't see her cry.

"Way to go, James!"

"What did I say?"

"The wrong thing, apparently. I'm going to check on her-"

"No, give her a minute first," James advised, and his brother knew he was right.

Their sister had managed to compose herself slightly before they joined her on the porch. A panoramic view of midnight painted mountains laid before the siblings as they stood side by side in silence. Then Violet wrapped an arm around each one of her darling brothers and brought them closer, nuzzling each in turn.

"Sorry for making you upset, V."

"It's okay- I'm not upset because of you, J."

"Anything you want to talk about?" Chris asked softly.

"Not right now, but thanks- both of you. I'm really happy we did this."

"Me too," agreed James.

And after another moment of listening to the crickets, Chris started fishing something out of his jeans pocket. The fragrance that wafted to their noses left no doubt as to what he'd retrieved. "I think this would be a perfect time to hit a bowl."

Seeing the fat bag of lovely bud he'd just pulled out, Violet smiled broadly. "I concur."

After packing it, Chris passed the pipe and lighter to his sister to do the honors. She took a long hit, held it in while she handed the bowl back, and then blew it all out into the night- the smoke, the stress, the shame, the sadness, all of it. This was the moment she wanted to live in.

Chris went to pass it back to Violet again when James spoke up. "Hey- you just going to skip me?"

"I don't know, J, you already had two beers. Do you really think you can handle this shit?"

"I've smoked you under the table before, in case you've forgotten, so hand it over."

"Okay, if you insist." He was just as pleased as his sister was to see James in such a rare mood. Ever since he'd gotten married, they didn't hang out nearly as much and when they did, his brother was on full wife-alert the whole time.

To his credit, James only coughed a little when he took a hit. By the time he'd had his second one, he felt more relaxed than he had since- well, since he'd been single really. Not that he didn't love married life, and he wouldn't trade being a father for anything, but he often envied his younger brother's carefree bachelorhood.

"Alex and I broke up last week," Violet said when the bowl was cached. "And he was a complete asshole about it."

James winced to hear how upset she was and Chris reflexively made a fist, as if he would deck that piece of shit if only he were there.

"I thought- I thought he loved me, but the only thing he was interested in was fucking me, apparently."

He knew that he should keep his mouth shut, but James couldn't stop himself. "I hope you used protection."

"Awkward," Chris muttered.

"Well, no need to worry because that's why he broke up with me- I wouldn't put out. Not that I didn't do... other stuff. But I wasn't ready to go all the way with him yet." Violet couldn't believe she'd just said all of that to her brothers. Even in the chill air, her cheeks were burning.

"Good. He didn't deserve you anyway." James gave her a kiss on her forehead. It didn't help put out the flames.

Then Chris only fanned the fire. "Yeah, wait for a man who'll worship you like a goddess."

But I've already found two of them...

The thought began as a fleeting one, but back inside, where they started a game of Risk, she couldn't help but return to it, like a mantra. And while her brothers argued over the rules, and she reinforced her armies, and gradually the three of them conquered the Earth, Violet was having an internal battle between morals and desire. What if the reason she'd never wanted to give herself to a man wasn't because he wasn't enough like her brothers, but because he wasn't one of them?

Like usual, when they started Risk they ended up talking more than playing, and even after several hours, the globe remained divided. After they'd agreed it was obvious that James was going to win anyway, he put away the game as per family tradition. Violet gave a huge yawn before standing up and stretching.

"Are you going to bed?" Chris asked, yawning himself.

"Probably. Hey- where are you sleeping?"

"The other bed, I guess."

"Wrong," James chimed in. "You're taking the couch tonight, I'm taking the other bed."

"I'm too tall for the couch!"

"Rock, paper, scissors?" James asked, readying himself.

"Best two out of three?"

"You two are ridiculous," Violet giggled. "Why don't you sleep with me tonight, Chris? I won't take up an entire King sized bed. Hell, you could probably both sleep in it with me and there would still be plenty of room."

Chris shrugged with feigned nonchalance. "Fine by me."

"I'll take the couch tonight and Chris can take the other bed." James gave his brother a look that said 'discussion over'.

Violet's bottom lip pushed out ever so slightly, but she didn't push it. "Goodnight, James. Goodnight, Chris," she said, giving each of them a hug. Chris gave her an extra wet smack on the cheeks, which made her feel wobbly in the knees as she went back to her room, and the expansive bed where she would be sleeping alone.

***

Under the thick comforter, Violet had pulled up her thin nightshirt over her breasts, which she kneaded gently in the dark. Each one felt so full, so heavy, and her nipples were so sensitive that the slightest pinch sent pleasure rippling to her sex. Tugging the right one, she imagined James' had was touching her, and twisting the left, she thought of Chris. And when her hands roamed down her abs and slid between her legs, her fingers diving between her lightly furred pussy lips, Violet imagined both of them giving her that exquisite pleasure.

As much as she wanted to make herself cum, though, she could tell that James was still awake in the living room. She could hear the soft drone of the television and see the light coming in under the door. The middle and ring finger of her left hand circled her swollen clit while her right delved inside her pussy. Oh, James... Finally, unable to make herself cum or fall asleep, Violet decided to get out of bed and find out what her brother was watching.

When she entered the living room, the noises of the television became more distinct. She heard the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping together and oh fuck, oh yes, oh yes, fuck yes!

Realizing that he must be watching porn, Violet knew she should turn right back around and rub one out in bed. But of course, curiosity got the better of her. The back of the sofa was facing the hallway as she crept out, silent and pale as a ghost, so James wasn't aware of her presence at first. But she had an excellent view of him.

Violet had imagined what her eldest brother's cock looked like, but not even in her wildest dream did it compare to the real thing. Proportionate to the rest of the man, it looked to be around eight mouth-watering inches long, and so thick she imagined her fingers would barely meet if she gripped it around the base. It's veiny shaft gleamed, as if from oil, and the broad head sparkled as well with precum. But the best part of seeing James' cock was watching him stroke it, from base to tip, firmly but not too fast. There was something about watching a man handle himself that Violet found extremely erotic, especially when he didn't know he had an audience.

"Aw, fuck," she heard him mutter between his soft groans of pleasure. Feeling guilty for spying on her brother, she started to creep back to her room, but then she heard something that stopped her in her tracks. "Fuck me, Violet, yeah, just like that baby..."

Oh God, he's thinking about me fucking him... riding him...bouncing up and down on his cock...

Her hand automatically went down to her hot box, circling fiercely around her clit, almost doubling over as she stood there masturbating in time with her brother. Without meaning too, Violet let out a high-pitched whimper when she shoved three fingers up her virgin passage and ground her palm over her labia.

"Jesus Christ, Violet!" James sat up, covering his massive hard-on with a blanket, and turned off the TV, making the room dark but for the light filtering in from the kitchen. "How long have you been there?" He tried to make his voice stern, but when he saw that his sister's hand was lodged between her legs, it was difficult to concentrate on anything else. It was like a waking dream come true, as her hand rocked back and forth over her mound only feet away from where he laid naked.

"Long enough." After pulling her fingers out and sucking on them in a gesture more reflexive than for show, Violet padded across the room to the sofa, where James was still trying to wake himself up.

"Honey, what are you- Oh, Violet, you don't have to do that..." She'd pulled back the blanket he'd thrown on in modesty to see that marvelous cock her brother had been hiding all these years. And not just to see, to touch with her impossibly soft, beguilingly deft hands.

"I know, James, I want to. Please, let me make you cum." Violet paused a moment to pull off her nightie, and James let out an anguished groan when he saw those perfect breasts, capped with stunningly swollen areolae.

He just nodded, letting the pleasure of her touch wash over him. If this was some wondrous dream, he was going to enjoy it for as long as he could, and do nothing to break the spell that had befallen them.

"Kiss me," she whispered, though James was already pulling her head closer, eager to taste her luscious lips.

Violet moaned into his mouth, digging her fingers into his thick hair with one hand, capturing his steely erection with her other. Their tongues twirled and lashed, their lips sucked and nibbled, their hands caressed and teased. James felt her lovely little tits, her nipples so stiff and responsive to his fingers that he longed to take them into his mouth. And though he let his hands stray down to her ass, squeezing each bubbled cheek, he refrained from seeking out his sister's juicy cunt; he could hear a soft slurpy sound as Violet fingered herself.

Finally James could wait no longer. He latched on to each breast in turn and suckled like a babe, lavishing her plump areolae with his tongue, tugging on her elongated nipples with his teeth. He'd never told a soul, but Violet was once so worried about her unusually puffy breasts that she showed them to James, the person she trusted the most with such a shameful secret.

"See, J? What' wrong with them? They feel so sensitive too, do I need to go to the doctor?"

It took a few moments for him to compose himself. "Nothing's wrong with them, V. They're...they're exquisite," was the only word he could find.

"You're just saying that because you're my brother."

"I probably shouldn't be saying that because I'm your brother."

"Thanks, James. I love you."

As soon as she'd left, he locked the door and jacked off to a porn in hopes of erasing that image from his mind permanently. Though if anything, it seemed to make it more indelible in his memory. He'd always tried to tell himself that he'd lusted after Violet's tits because of his fetish, but really he had that fetish because of her tits. Touching and tasting them at last felt so profanely sensual that he had to exercise every ounce of his considerable self-discipline not to impale her on his cock.

"Will you let me suck you off, James?" She whispered, still jacking his steely prick.

Surely he was imagining things... "Violet, sweetheart, there's nothing I'd like more but- Awww Jesus!"

Those sinfully pouty lips wrapped around James' cockhead and her tongue lapped its salty velvet texture, then swirled down and down. And then fuck if she didn't suck so hard on the way up that he couldn't see straight. He couldn't remember the last time his wife had given him head, much less this good.

Goosebumps prickled all over her skin as he massaged her scalp, occasionally grabbing on to a fistful of hair when she'd do something especially adept with her tongue, or pause to roll and suckle his balls, still stroking his shaft, her thumb running over its flushed crest, tracing circles around need. Violet had never enjoyed going down on Alex this much, even with her pussy in his face. Giving her brother this unexpected pleasure was more gratifying that James would ever know.

"Mmmm, oh fuck Violet, you're so good at that..." he hissed through gritted teeth, fucking her pretty face with measured strokes. His fingers tweaked her nipples, raked down her back, over her ass, and finally, over her soft nest of curls and into her slippery sex. "Oh, babe..." The instant James felt his sister's tight cunt, he got so hard and thick he thought he'd shoot his load right away.

Bobbing up and down on his cock and on his hand now, Violet was moaning for her own release and his, to be filled and fulfilled by him. The dull ache growing in her jaw was nothing compared to the joy of pleasing someone she truly loved. And then James started to seize up, grunting deeply as strings of his hot seed shot down his sister's throat. Her cheeks hollowed out as she milked every drop of his cum with her mouth, wanting to feel every pulsating moment of his climax, take in everything he could give her.

"Oh, god. I can't believe that just happened," James groaned, his tone a mixture of supreme satisfaction and guilt.

"Me neither, James. It was perfect." Covering her brother up to the waist again, Violet rested her head on his chest to hear his heart's frantic rhythm gradually returning to normal, like his breath. She could practically feel his sperm traveling down her throat to fill her belly.

"But you didn't cum," he whispered thickly. "I want you to cum too."

"I know but I'd be too loud and wake up Chris. Shhh, it's okay, Jamesy. Go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." Violet slanted her mouth over his, giving him a sweet and slightly salty goodnight kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too, Vi..." And his dream girl glided back into the shadows.

***

Chris woke up groggily to take a piss and when he emerged from the bathroom, paused to listen. From the living room, he could hear the steady snoring of James- but that wasn't what he was straining to hear. It was the soft moaning and rustling of sheets from the Master suite, where Violet was certainly not sleeping. As he inched closer, careful not to make the floorboards creak and giveaway his presence, his suspicions were confirmed.

Her breathy ohs and sultry yeses, needy mmms and thready fucks were enough to make him harder than he was when he went to sleep, thinking about how Violet had showed him her smooth thighs and invited him to stay in her bed. Everything in Chris told him to go back to his room and jerk off, yet he found himself at the foot of her bed. In the moonlight her naked skin glowed silver, and he watched, transfixed, as she pleasured herself. He'd always wondered what her breasts looked like, and finding that they were as pretty and puffy as he'd suspected was intensely gratifying.

Violet's eyes fluttered open when she realized she wasn't alone. Standing there, topless, with his pajama bottoms pulled down in the front, was her brother. He was fisting his cock, the black hairs on his chest standing out against his pallid skin. And the way Chris was watching her, pelvis jutting forward as if drawn by magnetism, was so carnal that it made her quake inside.

"Oh, Chris..." His sister kicked the sheets off all the way and spread her legs for his viewing pleasure.

And without any other thought than making her cum, he crawled between Violet's thighs and moved her hands aside. The smell of her cassolette was pure desire, heady and fresh and mysterious. She squirmed self-consciously at first, suddenly aware of how vulnerable she was, what an intimate position he was in. But he shushed her gently, planting kisses across her hip bones, down her taut belly, around the insides of her thighs, over her mound.

"You're so beautiful, Violet. You don't know how long I've wanted to do this..."

Any coherent response she might have had turned into a long sigh as her brother's tongue dipped down into her cleft to taste her sweet nectar. Her breathing turned shallow and sharp as Chris began to lap every glistening petal, suck her swollen clit and spear her virgin passage. And he didn't merely tolerate her flavor, he savored it. To have compared his oral prowess to Alex's would have been damning him with faint praise. Their hands met, fingers locking, and then Violet brought them up to her breasts so her brother could play with them.