“Thanks baby,” I said and he nodded. He passed out food to the other girls and then there was tip-off. For the first quarter and a half, I just ignored everything else. This was part of my payment for agreeing to this stupidity, so I was going to win the game. And things looked pretty good for the home team. I could tell that Rachel and Beth were staring daggers at me and I liked it.
About mid-way through the second quarter there was a time-out. The television stations apparently went to commercial break. Suddenly, the PA boomed out.
“Alright fans,” it said, “You know what time it is: Kiss-Cam time!” And then some hokey love music got played. Everyone looked up at the Jumbotron and saw a middle-aged couple suddenly notice that they were on the screen, giggle, then kiss. A few more people were shown and gave mild little pecks and blushed. Then, suddenly, I was staring up at the screen at… myself. I blinked twice and then realized that I was up on the Jumbotron, my hand gently cradled in Aaron’s hand. I could hear the murmur of people around us and I looked over at Aaron. He looked petrified. I was his hated big sister, and usually when that happens both parties just sort of shake their heads and laugh. But that was not the situation here. If we didn’t kiss, Rachel and Beth would catch on that something wasn’t right. I had just been playing up what I slut I was.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. But I could hear men around me complimenting my brother on how hot his girl was and saying he should kiss me. I heard someone else far off whistle. I felt my cheeks flush and my head went light. Everyone was looking at me; everyone was seeing how sexy I looked in my skanky outfit. I have to admit it was a turn-on. A big turn-on. And this was also an opportunity to piss off Rachel and Beth even further, an additional little turn-on.
I turned and grabbed my brother by the collar and pulled him in. He let out a little yip, but in a moment our lips were pressed together. He seemed paralyzed with fear and didn’t move. I jammed my tongue between his lips, dipping into in his mouth. I heard the crowd reacting to my passion with laughs, hoots, and hollers. And it was so great. I could tell by the way I turned in the chair that my thigh was sort of exposed, pulled out from under the skirt. Everyone was looking at me. Boys wished they could leave their dates to be with me and girls were jealous of me. I felt my nipples getting hard and my pussy get wet as these thoughts ran through my mind.
And I felt my hand move to my brother’s knee and suddenly I realized that I was actually kissing my awful little brother. And listen, I am as surprised you are by the fact that I didn’t like, recoil in disgust. I still did not like him and he wasn’t really kissing back. But there was something so devilish about kissing him. Something so naughty and dirty that I couldn’t help but feel more aroused. I actually moaned a little, uncontrollably. I just thought how disgusted all these people would be if they knew. I thought about how disappointed my parents would be, how they’d think I was ruining their perfect little boy and my legs felt weak with desire. I had never been so turned on in my entire life.
Then things quieted down, I broke my kiss and then looked back at the hardwood. The game was back on. Rachel and Beth were staring at me like I was a complete harlot (they must’ve heard the moan) and my brother was sputtering at me like fish out of water. And then the team sunk a three so I jumped up in the air, clapping. And I felt every eye on me while my hard-nippled tits bounced up and down under my tight shirt.
* * * * *
“What the fuck was that?” Aaron hissed at me after the game as we walked back to the car. Rachel and Beth were walking a couple of steps behind us.
“What choice did I have? We had to kiss,” I spewed back.
“Yeah, but…” he started.
“Just let it go.”
“You seemed to really be into it,” he said disgustedly, “Like you’re as fucked up as you pretend to be.” He said. The thing was, he was totally right. I’d just been fucking with him at first. Wearing the slutty clothes and holding his hand. But after the kiss, something changed. I still thought he was a little snake, but I liked that dirty, weird feeling I got when I kissed him. Hell, I often hooked up with guys I knew were bad news, this was only a difference in degree. My heart was still pounding from the sexual thrill of approaching that taboo. It was intense arousal mixed with shame and unease. I don’t know why, that mix is intoxicating. Don’t act like you don’t understand, think about why decided to read this story. My body still ached for some kind of release. I wanted more of that feeling. Suddenly this little game with Rachel and Beth didn’t feel like enough, it was sideline. I needed more, I needed that rush I got from the Kiss-Cam.
“Hey you little shit,” I said into his ear, “I have you by the fucking balls. Anything I want to do you have to do or I swear to God I will tell these girls what is going on here. You’re in too deep now. So wipe that look of disgust off your face. I don’t want to hear any stupid moralizing; it makes you look like mom.”
“I won’t pay you!” he threatened.