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Chapter 11

For a brief moment the words didn’t register with Mia; trapped in a room totally silent, silent enough to hear a pin drop. Then it was broken by a loud chortle from Alexis and as the thought sunk in the room erupted into noise. The two pieces of paper… Mia stared at her own wishing it to change. She couldn’t believe it.

“No. This isn’t right, this can’t happen,” she said quietly at first before shouting it to make herself heard over the rumpus crowd, “No, this isn’t going to happen. It’s absolutely insane!” she screamed out feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She still had barely processed what the sorority wanted her to do, the pressure just building to tip her over the edge.
“It’s what the slip of paper says,” Alexis explained wickedly, “you knew the rules and what happens if you back out.” Mia did know the rules but this overpowered any fear of being kicked out that she no longer cared; she had to vent her emotions.

“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t say a word; you all know this is too far though. I can’t do it. Steph is my sister, by blood.” Her shrill voice cut across the room, which had gone quiet after the initial excitement. People were murmuring left right and center and it seemed everyone was starting to realise how this might be beyond the realm of acceptable behaviour. It was no longer a bit of hazing; it was no longer even intense hazing but something else. It was absolute taboo of natural society. She could hear the crowd beginning to agree with her.

“Well,” Steph said, and Mia could instantly hear a menace in her voice; before the next words escaped her lips she already had a feeling what her older sister was going to say. “Those are the rules little sis, the rules of this sorority, a sorority that I am an officer of. I respect and honour those rules and that’s the way things are. You are not able to change the world if you don’t like the way a few things work and it’s time to grow up. I guess you need to go upstairs, pack up your stuff and get back to your dorm,” she said in the most condescending way that was possible.

Mia knew exactly what Steph was doing, knew her sister probably didn’t want to do this any more than she did. However Steph had heard her protest so heatedly that she saw it as a way to finally get her younger sister out of the sorority; using Mia’s natural, justified squeamishness about committing a sexual act with a blood relative against her. Mia knew one more thing though; she knew that Steph was bluffing. She was trying to use it as a way to beat and bully her into submission.

The dread Mia felt when she’d first read the slips of paper was draining out of her, being replaced by anger, a white hot rage. An opportunity for Steph and her to work together, to put an end to an awkward situation and she was throwing it away selfishly. As an officer Mia knew she just had to back up her own objections and they would probably be able to get some special dispensation from the rules; her initial rant already getting sisters on side to help. Instead Steph was using the situation to get what she wanted, and that was what the worst part was for Mia. They could help each other and both be happy for once or Steph could help herself and hurt Mia. She’d chosen the path she wanted to take. The disgust Mia had felt about her sister putting her tongue on one of her most private areas dried up, replaced by the want and pure desire to throw Steph’s strategy straight back in her face, to call her bluff.

“Oh, Steph, I didn’t realise that you would be okay with this. I was only objecting to protect you but if you are ready then I am as well,” Mia responded coldly, feeling the acid dripping off her teeth and flicking from her tongue with every single word that came out of her mouth. She watched as Steph’s face tightened as she tried to keep her composure. Mia took no time in letting her sister come up with a new ploy though; instead, she walked over so that she was mere feet in front of Steph, turned so that her back was to her and dropped down. Mia got onto hands and knees, sticking her ass up in the air facing her sister and waited. Every person in the room started to murmur quietly, completely stunned by the turn of events.

Here they were, two sisters, in front of a sorority absolutely trapped by anger for the other person. Mia couldn’t back out; to do so would admit that she wasn’t as tough as Steph or that she was overwhelmed. It would prove that Steph could do something that Mia couldn’t. It would prove that she was the whining kid that Steph still thought she was, so she waited on hands and knees. Steph had now become equally trapped; she hadn’t taken the out that Mia had presented and now needed to prove she was willing to do anything it took to bring Mia down. She needed to save face in front of the sorority, especially the other officers, and that meant only one thing. Steph dropped down on her knees behind Mia.

As Mia heard her sister’s knees land on the floor behind her, she turned to look at her. Steph was no longer smiling, her expression now tense, nervous, unknowing. Mia thought her expression might be a mirror image. She saw Alexis and Hannah behind Steph, sporting a strange combination image of disgusted and aroused. Every person in the room was silent, motionless, staring at the two girls in front of them, terrified that the girls were going to go through with it, but scared that if they looked away they would miss it.

Mia felt her sister’s palms press up against her ass cheeks, her warm hands causing Mia to shiver and let out a soft moan. It caused Steph to freeze for a minute, not moving, considering. The room was still, caught in a moment of complete turmoil and sexuality. The electricity was growing to new levels but it was under the surface, masked inside of the bodies of everybody present. Finally Steph began to apply a small amount of pressure to her ass cheeks, spreading them apart slightly to expose the tight pink asshole to the cool air.

Mia felt the pressure building as Steph leaned forward, pressing into her hips, using her ass to hold her own body up. Slowly, Steph began to lower her head so that it was between the younger girl’s ass cheeks. Mia’s heart was pounding in her chest as she felt Steph getting closer. Every part of her wanted to spring up and run across the room, run for the hills, away from her sister to any other place. Only her will kept her still in place, holding her on her knees, urging her not to break. Her legs were shaking slightly and her body felt like ice.

It may have been that chill which caused her to moan loudly when she felt Steph’s hot breath against her anus. Steph breathed out deeply and the air pressed against the cold skin giving Mia a warm and strangely intriguing feeling. Steph’s breath felt nice and Mia couldn’t ignore the fact that she was still aroused from the game, even despite the immensely strange turn. In fact, Mia’s libido and emotions may have even been heightened by how intense her anxiety had become, perhaps even the taboo of the situation. Mia knew that she didn’t want to feel her sister’s sensual, hot breath breaking against her anus and swirling to tickly her pussy, but the fact she didn’t want it, or the fact that it was morally wrong to want it, made her start to want it. It was a confusing, conflicting mixture of immensely powerful feelings. Mia had little time to think about it; the force of Steph’s breath indicated her lips were close and it was about to happen.

“Time doesn’t start until you do,” she heard Alexis say and Steph couldn’t stop now unless she wanted to be branded a coward for all to see.

The first thing Mia felt was a warm, tingling sensation which rocketed through her entire body; it tensed her shoulders and made her eyes water. Below the tingling feeling, she felt a wet, soft but rough sensation. She felt Steph, her older sister, drag her tongue up from the bottom of her anus to the top. Her tongue was flat against the opening, soft in a way which suggested she was lapping an ice cream. Wherever Steph’s tongue moved it was followed by a cold air sensation as her saliva became exposed to the air. As the tongue reached the top of the anus, Mia felt it plunge straight back down, to lap gently at her again. Steph’s tongue was thick, wet and left a long trail of spit across the asshole. Mia felt gentle bumps as the tongue flittered across the puckered skin and all she could think was to wonder what it tasted like. She heard her voice elicit a squealing sound despite not wanting it to happen.

Each little motion of the tongue sent reverberations throughout her whole body, almost as if the tongue wasn’t licking just her anus, but her clit and nipples as well. Every motion could be felt in all of those places, her pussy almost gushing now with slick juices. Mia could smell her own scent and arousal, feel it running down her legs. She could feel Steph’s chin against the wet opening and knew that her juices must be running down her chin and neck. If it bothered her though Steph didn’t let it show, allowing her tongue to keep moving in a slow rhythm. The room could hear the slurping sounds as she sucked her spit from the anus and back into her mouth.

Mia couldn’t describe the sensations she was feeling, words almost failing to express the emotions. It was clear that Steph was immensely skilled with her tongue; each motion seemed planned in advance to produce the greatest amount of pleasure. The sheer physical joy of the loving touch may have been the most powerful emotion; Steph knew what buttons to push on the female machine which was her body. As the pleasure rose, with it came a sexual fog as Mia considered the phenomenon. Her time in the sorority had already shown her that there was a level of sexual arousal she reached where she lost all control of rational though, where it was replaced by pure animalistic instincts. She appeared to exist only to receive sexual pleasure, everything else fading to the background. It was this fog she was now slipping deeper and deeper into it.

Below that and now barely recognisable to her mind was the emotional aspect and impact. The complex emotions she felt for Steph were intensely contradictory. Mia was angry, she was hurt and she was scared, but surrounding that was a love for her; both the deep well of sisterly love she hoped would always remain but also the pleasure that Steph was bringing to her body. Finally, surrounding everything else was a thin veil of disgust; this was wrong. She couldn’t possibly be feeling what she was feeling with her own sister.

Her thoughts and fears melded further into the distant background as Steph’s tongue began to work faster, her motions becoming less controlled, her tongue pushing harder and flatter against her younger sister’s anus. She momentarily made her tongue rigid for a brief time and Mia felt the tip press inside of her before pulling out and resuming the gentle but quick laps of her rosebud. Without thinking Mia brought one of her hands off the floor and towards her breast. Slowly she grabbed hold of it, squeezing the nipple as she moaned. Mia pushed her hips back slightly, driving her ass hard into her sister’s face. She was moaning loudly now in unison with her sister’s motions. The rest of the house seemed to be floating away as Mia became in desperate need, entering her own world, of the orgasm which was building. She’d never felt the need so great and felt herself now digging fingers deep into her flesh. She was just about to move her hand away and towards her clit, to give some sort of relief.

“Time!” Hannah shouted. Instantly, Steph pulled her tongue away from Mia’s anus. Mia’s eyes flicked open as the orgasm she’d been reaching subsided slightly. Instead the fear and disgust, suppressed during the act, began to rise to take its place. The room came back into focus and each of the shocked faces of the sorority sisters swung into her vision. Mia looked around seeing that everybody’s faces were flushed with the combination of uncontained lust but backed up by a shame of what had caused it. They had liked what they’d watched but felt strange about liking it. Mia found herself in a very similar boat.

“Very good… uh… Mia. Go back to the group,” Alexis broke the silence after a long pause. Even the president seemed rocked by what she’d just witnessed. Lesbian incest was the thought that shot through Mia’s mind and that was probably enough to shock anyone. As she returned to the group she saw them desperately try to avoid making eye contact with her. However she sensed they weren’t disgusted by her, she felt no hostility; instead it seemed they were ashamed of themselves. They hadn’t stopped it from happening and then had enjoyed it. Mia turned to look at the officers and they did the same.

Not Steph though. At first, Mia couldn’t tell what her sister was thinking, looking at the face glistened with her juices and her sister’s spit. Her cheeks seemed red and her eyes downcast. Her nipples, Mia could see were hard were hard through her shirt. Without comprehending it, Mia noted that she looked beautiful she considered the pleasure her sister had just given to her, but the weird circumstances that had surrounded it. Mia wondered if Steph was feeling the same way that she was.

Finally, Steph seemed to sense that Mia was looking at her and she looked up at her younger sister. Mia almost stumbled backwards in shock. She’d never seen such hate like that in anyone’s eyes before. Steph hated her; Mia could feel it coming off her in waves. Regardless of what anybody else was feeling, Steph was angry, ashamed, embarrassed and confused, and she was blaming Mia. Whatever confused feelings Mia had had moments before had just multiplied a thousand times by two new ones, fear and guilt.