Chapter 24: Clara Gives A Helping Hand (R18+)

"Sooo, what's for dinner?" I asked as I untied the laces of my boots. The linoleum floor was cool against my sock-covered feet as I shuffled across it. My eyes met a rather nervous-looking Clara, the girl fiddling with a strand of her silky blond hair. Her blue eyes looked anywhere but me, her pink lips pursing as she whistled an innocent tune.

"D-don't get mad, but with her outside I couldn't really get to work cookin' so is bologna in the fridge okay?"

"Sure, but I can do us one better." I walked into the kitchen, my hand reaching for the faux wood handle of the refrigerator. The butter-colored thing opened with a hiss, the humming buzz of the cooling fan filling the room. My face was bathed in both frigid air and the soft yellow glow of the light on the top of the fridge.

"What're you planning?" Clara asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Please don't tell me it's one of Dad's 'recipes'."

"Nah, I already make Persimmon enough of those to get my fill of making 'em." I waved away her concern as I backed away from the fridge. In my hands was the pack of bologna, the thing half full from previous sandwiches and midnight fridge runs when I was hungry. We couldn't afford Oscar Meyer so we got Bar S instead, well we could afford Oscar Meyer but why buy it when we'd only ever known the cheap shit?

Setting the package on the counter, the faux marble countertop gleamed under the fluorescent light hanging above the kitchen sink. Reaching into one of the dark wood cabinets I pulled out a paper plate, the white disk would act as my prep space. Grabbing a butter knife from the drawer next to the sink I pulled out a slice of bologna as I scored its edges. Repeating this three more times I now had four slices of bologna ready for frying.

"Who's Persimmon, I've never heard you mention her before," Clara asked as the sound of pots and pans clattering filled the air, my hand pulling out an old skillet from the cabinet to the left of the stove.

"Oh, she's just a regular at Huck's. The poor girl's parents are really strict so she doesn't get to taste the joy of sodium and sugar. That's why I fix her up some of Dad's recipes and in return she lets me play on her Switch." Taking out a frying pan filled with scratch marks I sat it on one of the electric burners, my hand turning the dial as I set the temperature for medium heat.

"Does Abby know about this?" I could detect a hint of…worry? Something in her voice made me glance back over my shoulder to see her sitting at the table staring at my back. Her eyes met mine as she quickly looked away, her fingernails drumming against the kitchen table.

"Yeah, they seem cool with each other." The room lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, the only sound coming from the skillet as I tossed the slices of bologna on the searing hot metal. What followed was a rather quiet affair as I occasionally turned the slices and made sure they developed a good crust, my eyes glancing back every so often at my sister as I worked.

"Did anything interesting happen tonight?" Her question made my shoulders stiffen, my head turning back to my work as I reached over for the loaf of bread sitting on the counter. Untwisting the tie I unraveled the plastic bag and grabbed four slices of white bread before placing them on the plate from earlier.

"Nah, it was just the usual." She didn't buy it, the sigh leaking from her lips telling me as much. Walking toward the fridge I decided to pull the last of the cold ingredients. Two slices of American cheese in their plastic wrappers, a jar of mayonnaise, and a yellow bottle of mustard filled my hands as I waddled back over to the counter.

"Well, Abby seemed to think differently because she made a Facebook post announcing that she was dating you." I flinched, the ripping sound of the cheese's plastic prison growing louder as I threw the two newly liberated yellow slices across the sizzling bologna.

While the cheese got nice and melty I took the butter knife I used to score the meat to spread mayonnaise across one side of the two sandwiches I was making. Taking the bottle of mustard I made sure to shake it properly and check to make sure there wasn't any dry mustard blocking the cap. Once I saw it was all clear I spread the yellow liquid across the other side of the sandwich's bread.

"Okay, so maybe we flirted a little…" I wilted under Clar's glare, my words dying in my throat as I reached for the bag of chips left on the counter. We'd broken one of those shorts hangars from Walmart to make a hillbilly chip clip, the generic potato chips rustling in the bag would add great crunch to our sandwiches.

"Is French kissing considered flirting these days?" I groaned as I used one of our spatulas to pick up the gooey goodness of the fried bologna and cheese. Placing the meat on the mayonnaise side of the bread I sprinkled the near-crumb-like dust of chips across the melted cheese before smashing the other slice of bread covered in mustard down.

"Let's just drop this, food's done anyway." I picked up my sandwich before handing Clara hers on the plate I used. What followed was a very quiet meal, the only sound filling the room was of lips smacking and me pouring the both of us a glass of red Kool-Aid from the fridge. The night was already awkward and I really regretted agreeing to let her sleep in my room.

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(Clara's POV):

This was a mistake.

I had been 12 the last time we slept together and the both of us had been much smaller then. The space on the bed had been enough that I could keep a few inches of distance between us without falling off the edge. Now, we slept on his full-sized bed pressed up against one another.

The feeling of his breath tickling at my neck sent shivers down my spine, goosebumps rippling across my skin. I squirmed to try and reposition myself away from his damp-breath, but the cool feeling of the wood-paneled wall pressing against my back told me I'd run out of space. Why did I agree to sleep on the side right up against the wall?

"…hmmn," Before I could regret my decisions anymore Ethan's arm draped itself across my waist, the sinewy muscles pulling taut as he pressed me closer to him. My tank top had ridden up around my midriff, his calloused hands touching me sent a wave of heat across my cheeks.

"How did you go to sleep so easily?" I groaned as I pressed my hands against his chest trying to push him away, the warm feeling of his bare skin reminding me that the idiot had stripped down to his boxers. My attempt at prying him off of me failed, a sigh leaking from my lips as I let the tension in my arms release. The idiot pulled me in closer now, his face only an inch from my neck.

Something else was even closer though, a scalding hot object pressing against my stomach. It was big and hard, and my mind immediately drifted to what it could be. Did he really pop a boner from just hugging me? Somehow I felt giddy about that, his attraction for me being confirmed in that moment.

"Ugh, Abby…" Then the illusion popped and I was left watching my brother have a wet dream about his girlfriend. The idiot gyrated his hips, his scalding hot erection rubbing against my skin only separated by the thin fabric of his boxers. Something damp came from the tip of the tent his underwear made, the slick feeling was smeared across my stomach.

"Idiot," I muttered under my breath, my efforts to break free of his grasp redoubling. It was a futile attempt but I dreaded the thought of my brother using me to play out his pervy dream about his girlfriend. Eventually, I just settled for riding out the storm, the idiot blindly humping my stomach like a dog in heat.

"…" His face was twisted in a grimace, his breathing ragged as he moaned out Abby's name. But no matter how much he humped me his erection never went away, and after about twenty minutes of this, I was starting to get worried. Was it painful? The way it bent against my stomach had to hurt, my mind immediately came up with a solution that brought a blush across my face.

"I-It's okay, E, I'll help ya." With those words, I slid my hand toward his boxers. The heat of his stomach as I trailed my fingers across it reminded me of what I was about to do. My breath grew shaky, the fingers running across the trail of stomach hair leading to his hidden treasure stopped just above the elastic waistband of his underwear. Was I really about to jerk my brother off while he has a wet dream about his girlfriend?

"Hmmn…Clar." My breath hitched in my throat, my eyes glancing back up expecting to see a very much awake Ethan. Instead I saw his sleeping face twisted in a grimace as his hips bucked up against me faster, his breathing growing rougher and rougher. The sticky feeling coming from his tip grew, and under the dim light of the moon shining through the open blinds, I could see the smeared trail of it running up and down my stomach. He was dreaming of me, the heat of my cheeks growing volcanic as I realized that.

"I'm here, E." My fingers gripped at the band of his boxers, and with an achingly slow speed, I shimmied them down his hips. The first thing I saw was his pubes, a thick curly bush of coarse black hair right above his dick. I had never really seen that much hair on a guy, as any porn I'd watched had always had guys who shaved theirs. Yes, I watched porn, who hasn't?

The next thing I noticed was how big Ethan was, the throbbing veiny shaft of his dick trembled as my fingers wrapped around it. Giving it a gentle stroke with my palm I watched as the dark red tip of his glans was revealed, the foreskin peeling back to reveal the precum-coated head. A dense heady smell hit me almost immediately, the tang of sweat filling the air. Contrary to how I'd normally react to smelling sweat, something about the musk coming from his dick drove me wild.

"You sweated all day didn't you?" I teased the unconscious boy as my fingers gripped his shaft tighter, my hand slowly stroking him. Leaning into his neck I took a deep whiff of the salty musk of his body, the culmination of a hard day's work on his skin.

"Hnnnf…" He groaned as my hand moved up and down his dick faster, my other hand working its way inside of my panties. I hissed as I felt the scalding heat of my core, my index and middle fingers rubbing both sides of my pussy with a slow rhythm. I bit my lip as I pressed my hips into Ethan, my body gyrating against him as I fingered myself.

The schlicking sound of my pussy and Ethan's animalistic grunts filled the air, my own whimpers only being held back because I pressed my lips against his neck. Darting my tounge out I savored the salty flavor of his sweat as I pumped his dick up and down along with the movement of my hips grinding against him. I was up to three fingers now, the digits curling as I scraped hard against my g-spot.

"Oh gawd." I moaned against his neck, my body stiffening like I'd been tazed. The electric feeling coursing through my muscles had my thighs twitching as they squeezed against my hand in between them. My grip on E's dick tightened, the boy groaning as I worked harder to coax him into orgasming too.

The stars in my vision grew as I rode out the pleasure, the scalding hot shaft in my hands twitching signalled that Ethan was about to bust. With strands of my own slick connecting my fingers to my pussy I pulled them out of my snatch with a whimper. Using the newly freed up hand I placed it over Ethan's glans, the crimson red thing leaking precum like a faucet.

With one final stroke his dick twitched, a scalding hot stream of jizz striking my palm. Rope after rope of cum filled my hand as I cupped it around his glans. Ethan's body twitched, a groaning moan leaking from his lips as he bucked up against me one final time.

"Wow, that's a lot." I muttered as I pulled my hand away from his dick to look at the pool of cum in my palm. The pearly white liquid sloshed around and when I curled my fingers to touch it the sticky liquid was pulled with them when I straightened them back out.

A hot sigh leaked from my lips, a burning question growing in the back of my mind. What did it taste like? Sticking out my tongue I brought my hand closer to my face, the slightly bleachy odor of the cum causing me to grimace. With a newfound reluctance, my tongue quickly darted across the pool of semen, the salty bitter taste assaulting my tongue had me questioning why anyone ever swallowed it. Then my eyes looked at Ethan sleeping peacefully, his face relaxed more than I'd seen it in years.

"I-I can do it for you." I licked my hand clean, the tart taste of my own arousal mixing with the salty taste of his cum made it bearable. The fantasy in my mind of me licking his dick clean after he'd fucked me silly was what really made swallowing his cum easier. With one final gulp, I sighed in relief. My body laid back down across the bed, my hand pulling up his boxers and adjusting my panties to make sure my pussy was covered.

The rest of the night was spent with me pressed as close to Ethan as I could get, a small smile plastered on my face. My arms laid over his waist, my leg draped over his, and my boobs pressed against his muscular chest. We were practically one person, our breaths mingling as I drifted off into blissful sleep.

"I love you."