THE TABOOUS EXTRAVAGANCE OF THE KOTAN SIBLING

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-TITLE: THE TABOOUS EXTRAVAGANCE OF THE KOTAN SIBLING

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-CHAPTER 01:

~~LEXY~~

My brother is shy. Shyness is endearing to a point, but at eighteen it goes from cute to pathetic. You think he would have come out of his fucking shell by now, but no; Tahir is still the clumsy, worried boy he has been all his life. He's going off to college soon, and if he doesn't open up, the best years of his life are going to be spent jerking off in a dorm room. He's a sweet boy a year older than me, but sweetness doesn't get you very far in this world. He's no longer a child, and he needs someone to kill the boy and free the man. I guess it will have to be me.

Before your dirty little mind spills over into incestuous fantasies, let me tell you now that I have no intention of fucking my brother. Do you want to fuck your brother? I did not mean it. That being said, I'm going to put that poor bastard to bed. I have a friend who is going to the ball. This friend had an incident earlier this year that made her quite unpopular with everyone. Elma is that unfortunate moron, and ignoring the aforementioned incident, she's actually quite the catch. Let me describe it to you; she's looking away from me now, so i feel safe giving her a look. Don't judge me for ogling; it is to your advantage.

She has red hair that flows from the crown of her head in an equal part, then angles inward to a clean, angled cut, just below her jawline. She has pale skin with freckles, apple cheeks, a pointed nose, and full, luscious lips, which she keeps glossy with a slick of red lipstick. Her eyes are large and sparkle with green irises that cement her obvious Venezuelan ancestry. Pretty cute, huh? Well, her face could definitely be described as such, but her body needs more adult adjectives. Its neck is long and elegantly descends into a delicate collarbone that connects two narrow shoulders. Her breasts protrude from his chest in D-cups, although their size does not seem exaggerated. She's not an athlete, so her abdomen isn't toned, but it's flat and covered in silky skin. Elma often brags that her best asset is her ass, and makes sure to throw in some affectation in the word "asset", just for good measure. I can't disagree with her; her ass is great. Full, thick glutes round together in soft domes that curve teasingly from her hips and bend vulgarly into the crack between them. They seem to perch just above her thighs in a gravity-defying bulge, and when she walks, they flex in a teasing cadence of alternating lasciviousness.

Did you get a good picture? She's pretty hot, huh? Well, she certainly thought so when she decided to streak in the Class A semifinals and ended up breaking our starting quarterback's shin. Yeah…it's a long story, but you can understand why it's unpopular right now. Maybe unpopular enough to lower his standards to a lonely, pathetic senior who needs a date for prom.

I whisper to her in chemistry class;

➖Uhh, Elma, do you already have a date for the ball?

Elma whistles back;

➖You know I don't know, and you don't have to be stupid and rub me.

I smile;

➖I can set you up with an elderly person. A handsome boy who just needs a girl with a pulse to hold his arm.

Elma grimacing said;

➖Yuck, your brother? I can do better.

I'm joking;

➖Don't be a bitch. Tahir is a nice guy.

Elma frowns;

➖That's exactly the problem, Lexy. What am I gonna do with a nice guy?

I whisper, meeting Professor Samy's eyes and lowering my voice;

➖Listen, just give it a chance. He's mature, so he has character.

➖ELMA: He's a loser. Just because he's a year older than me doesn't mean I automatically want to beat him up.

I whistle losing my temper;

➖You are a fucking loser, Elma. Either you go with my brother or you go to bed. You have no other fucking options!

Elma exclaims loud enough to have the whole class turn and stare at her;

➖AÏÏÏÏÏÏÏÏE MOVE

They look at her with the same animosity they had after she ruined our school's chances of qualifying for the national championship. High school football is a fucking big deal in the Calgary, and his offense wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon.

She whispers to me after the class turns their attention to the teacher again;

➖Very well. I'll talk to him on the drive home.

~~ TAHIR ~~

I thought finally getting my driver's license would legitimize me as one of the cool kids, but all it did was make me chaperone Lexy and her friends. Being the only man in a vehicle full of college girls might sound like fun, but for me, that usually meant cringing as passengers shouted out-of-tune renditions of Adelle over the shrill car radio. At least Lexy only brought one friend home with her today, but that friend turned out to be Elma. God, if there was anyone at school who could make me look like a loser, it was her. Sure, she was a hot piece, but the state championship spoiled everything!

Lexy smiled as she sat down in the front seat;

➖Hello Tahir. How was the school?

I whisper;

➖Perfect. What is she doing here?

➖LEXY: Elma stay with us tonight and you'll be nice

➖ME: The State Championship…

Lexy whistles as Elma opens the vehicle's sliding door;

➖Be nice!

➖ELMA: Hello Tahir. Do you already have a date at the ball?

I growl;

➖I'm not going to the ball, it's too expensive.

Lexy teases;

➖It's an archaic tradition created by racists, it's a fascist construct that strips people of their individuality, it's a corporate sham that preys on teenage insecurities or it's just too expensive . All of these excuses are just codes for: I can't have a date.

I confess;

➖Well, I can't have an appointment.

Lexy smiles;

➖I bet you didn't even ask anyone.

I smile sadly;

➖You know I don't.

➖LEXY: And now that all of your ideal fantasies are taken and your backups are taken, and your last resorts are taken, you've decided to jump it all together.

I sigh, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot;

➖Bingoooo

Lexy smiles shyly;

➖What if I had someone in mind who would like to go to prom with you.

I smile back;

➖I would say you're a liar, or it's Elma. I'm not stupid, Lexy. I'm just not interested.

➖LEXY: And you think you're too good for her?

She laughs and looks at Elma. I look at the beautiful redhead in the rearview mirror and the thought crosses my head. High school was nearly over, and all the friends I once had were casual acquaintances at best. People would judge me for taking Elma, but I would never see those people again, so why should I care? She owed me at least one dance before giving up on me, which meant I could grind my cock in the best ass in the whole school. Hmm... you know what? I'm already a loser at rock bottom, why not?

I then say to the girl sitting behind me;

➖Yes Elma will you go to the ball with me?

Elma growls;

➖Good.

Lexy glares at her friend;

➖I am enthusiastic Elma. Act like you don't care.

Elma moaned rolling her eyes;

➖Mouaiiiiiiiiis... I'm going to the ball with Tahir fucking hot

Lexy whistles;

➖You couldn't be more stupid!

I didn't care. Elma pretending she wanted to come with me would have been much worse than honesty. I knew I was her last resort, and she knew she was my last chance. I expected nothing more than a passionless grinding dance, but I was going to bang myself and grind in that ass like it was my last night on earth. I would be moving out soon and all that high school shit would be behind me. The one thing I knew I would regret was never telling Lexy how I really feel about her.

And I never would.

~~ ELMA ~~

You know, Tahir isn't mean. Slender, tall and a mess of curly brown hair, he's not bad at all. The only problem with Tahir is his mouth; he doesn't open it enough, and when he does, you wish he hadn't. Sitting with him at the kitchen table and listening to him talk about his gaming forum members Lar Binder was fucking torturous. I don't care that members deleted your post, Tahir, and I certainly don't care that they banned users due to off-topic conversation.

➖ELMA: Oh, thank goodness Lexy is here. I thought I was going to kill myself.

Lexy smiled hopefully;

➖You two seem to get along well.

I kill his smile with a flick of my hand, placing my index finger to my temple and pulling an imaginary trigger.

She frowns;

➖Or not

Tahir laughs at Lexy;

➖Don't beat yourself up about it. We both know what the situation is. Elma, I want a dance before you leave me.

I say with a wave of the hand;

➖Good. Propriety demands it.

Lexy exclaimed;

➖Is that all? Is it the best you're willing to do?

Tahir laughs;

➖What? Did you think this would all turn into something? Come on, Lexy; we all knew it was basically an arranged marriage.

I smile at Lexy;

➖Set up by you, to bring your loser friend and loser brother together, hoping that two losers would somehow find a spark in their loser dom.

Tahir laughs;

➖We are like losers at opposite poles.

He looked me straight in the eye for the first time;

➖I'm a chaste girl who spends her nights in front of a computer screen, and she's the bitch that football ruined.

I laugh;

➖I'm not a slut!

Tahir smiles wryly;

➖Jordan, Gérard, Christian, Jean, Baldo, Eric, Remo, Caden, Alexandre, Olivia, Antoine, Frank, the two Jeans and the three Max... But I guess you're just generous

I smile and lean forward;

➖Half of them were at once, so if we go but the number of times, and not the number of dicks…

Tahir, putting his arms behind his head and leaning back said;

➖I'm going to let you think about what you just said, until the realization hits you.

I say pursing my lips and raising my eyebrows;

➖Well, I can tell you one thing, one of these names will never be: Tahir.

➖I'm not a big fan of herpes anyway.

I retort;

➖You must not be a fan of pussy at all, or you would have already had one. Are you sure you're not a closet homo? It's 2022, Tahir; you can leave.

Lexy screams, her face red with anger;

➖ENOUGH! Damn, I tried, okay? I tried with you two, and all I get is this bullshit. Tahir, you'll never get fucked if you don't grow a bag. Elma, people don't hate you because of football, they hate you because you're a real bitch.

Lexy gives us each one last dismissive look, then angrily storms off to her room. I turn my eyes to Tahir, but Tahir pays no attention to me. No, Tahir looks straight at Lexy's ass. Tahir, Tahir, Tahir; you're a dirty boy. He thought I was the depraved, the sexual deviant but it seems I'm not alone. Maybe we have something in common.

In my softest voice, I say;

➖Tahir, how long have you wanted to fuck your little sister?

Tahir jumps and his face flushes a deep crimson. I stare into his eyes, my smile heard taunting him. I see his mind trying to concoct the line that will magically disprove my accusation, but the gears just aren't turning right.

I laugh;

➖You were just looking at her ass, and it wasn't a casual glance either.

Tahir stammers;

➖N-n-no, I wasn't looking at her!

I smile and lean forward a bit more;

➖Oh, Tahir, you said I was a bitch, and you were right. I'm no good at math or science or history, but I'm a fucking graduate in men. I know what they want just by the look in their eyes, and your eyes practically mirrored Lexy's ass.

Tahir stares at me dumbfounded for a second. Then he puts his hands on his knees and looks at them with embarrassment.

He mumbles;

➖Please don't say anything, she's all I have.

I smile, and settle into the chair next to him;

➖Oh, I'm going to do more than say something. I. WANT. TO. HELP. YOU. FUCK HER

This would probably be a good time to interrupt the conversation and describe Lexy to you. Lexy looks a lot like Tahir, if you remove the lanky awkwardness and replace her with a spunky seventeen-year-old. Curly brown hair flows from her head in a delightful coil of bouncy locks, and a set of big blue eyes, luscious lips, high cheekbones, a split chin and a cut jawline structure her face. She's about maybe 1.70m tall, but she doesn't show off the curves I have. Her neck is long and elegant, her shoulders are narrow and delicate, her arms are fashion; let's talk about her tits and her ass. Lexy has a nice pair of tits, maybe B cups, but they fill out her chest nicely and sit up like they should. Her ass is nicely shaped and perches nicely on her thighs, but it doesn't reveal the vulgar suppleness of mine (if I do say so myself). It looks great in a pair of leggings and wiggles when she walks, but more importantly, it's in proportion to the rest of her figure. Lexy wouldn't be better described as 'skinny', more like 'athletic'. Think about the body type of female soccer players, and you'll get the picture. Anyway, I believe Tahir was about to scream in shock.

Tahir screams in shock;

➖What?

TO BE CONTINUED...