By a Most Incestuous Birth

“By a Most Incestuous Birth”
By C.K. Blake

He can’t help but think of how weird it is, this thing that sort of makes him feel like everything inside of him has plummeted to his feet, and his lungs can barely work. He gets this feeling whenever he’s in the room with them, and at first he doesn’t get it. That isn’t so surprising, he’s Dick Casablancas, and he isn’t supposed to get it? Right?

That’s what he tells himself. He’s the simple brother, he’s supposed to be shallow and only skin deep. He’s not supposed to notice how his brother flinches away from unfamiliar touches, and how he sort of goes all cold fish when Ghost World leans in for a kiss or brushes his thigh with her hand.

He’s not as simple as they… As he thinks he is, and he hates learning this about himself. It’s just so fucking wrong. He thinks at first it’s just the thought of losing his brother. With Beaver getting all into this freaky weird chick, he’s lost somewhere in the mix, but then there is the discovery that she’s not just some freaky weird chick, and he’s known this for a very long time.

She’s not like Madison, Gia, or that skank Betina. No, this chick, that his brother is lucky to have, is something altogether different, not freaky different, although the Technicolor hair kind of makes him wonder about his own sanity sometimes.

She’s pretty in her Indie/emo sort of way, and she’s got decent curves, although her boobs aren’t out there, they are perky, and she’s really a good potential ass to tap, except for two things, one: she would never give him the time of day. Two: she’s Beaver’s girlfriend.

He can’t believe that it’s been two days since graduation and they are cuddling up on the couch together. It makes him sick, like a hangover after a three-day bender in Tijuana. He thinks a drink might settle his mind and his stomach. If he’s drunk he can’t think, if he can’t think he can’t fantasize, if he can’t fantasize… No. He won’t think about Ghost World doing a slow strip tease to some weird techno beat.

He is about to head to the kitchen when something happens on the couch. Suddenly she’s jerking back like she’s been slapped, and Beaver is on his feet, flustered and quickly walking out of the room. Dick gives his brother a bewildered look. It’s obvious the girl wants some action, why does Beav have to always spazz out like a wuss and take off? Dick shakes his head in sympathy, and foregoing the beer does something even more reckless. He sits down on the couch next to her, in the spot his brother vacated just a few seconds before.

Her arms are crossed over her pert chest, and she’s trembling, and he knows it’s from anger, hurt, confusion, and being horny as hell probably. She has to be horny to be getting so worked up over Beav, especially when he’s sitting right next to her and he’s Dick. He’s always ready for a go, and then he forces himself to remember, she’s not just any tail, she’s Mac. She won’t give him the time of day. She’s Beav’s girlfriend.

“You could always like tackle him or something,” he says, and he can’t believe he’s really said it. He doesn’t want to give her advice on how to nail his brother. He wants to sweep her up into his arms, carry her back to his room all caveman style and show her the loving she’s been missing out on.

She rolls her eyes at him. “And force him into something? He’s not ready, and who are you to be doling out advice about relationships?”

“We’re talking sex, and my name IS Dick. Do the math, Mackie. Sometimes one and one and one is three,” Dick replies, absently paraphrasing some old Beatles song his dad use to listen to.

Mac shakes her head. “I’ll never get Dick math.”

“You don’t have to,” he says softly and turns to her, and he’s fiddling with the bright magenta streak in her hair, and his gaze drops to her lips as her tongue sweeps nervously across them, and he can’t stop himself.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to hers, and she’s caught by surprise, frozen, until she regains her senses and shoves him away. She slaps him and then feels guilty at the hurt expression on his face. He feels that hollowness in his stomach and he scrambles to his feet and finds himself in the kitchen, trying to decide between the vodka in the freezer or the beer in the fridge.

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Cassidy manages to compose himself. He glares at his reflection in the mirror, and his knuckles grow white from the grip he has on the sink. He nods at his reflection and decides maybe its time to tell Mac the truth. To tell her why it’s so hard for him to be intimate, because he wants to touch her, desperately. He’s completed treatment for STD’s. He’s perfectly healthy, and Woody Goodman is locked up for the things he’s done, and no one knows about the bus or Veronica, and hopefully no one ever will.

He takes in a deep breath, and decides that it’s time. Time to tell someone who won’t judge. He finds himself back in the living room and all of his resolve is gone as he looks at Mac, and her fingers are tracing her lips and she has this odd, dazed expression on her face.

“Cindy? Are you all right?” he asks.

She looks up at him, with confusion and fear in her eyes, before she shifts her gaze to the floor and her cheeks flush with color. He hears her say something, and he shakes his head, and says, “What did you just say?”

She looks up, tears brimming her bright blue eyes as she repeats, “Dick just kissed me.”

Rage is dark and vscious as it boils from his very guts and pours into his bloodstream, burning through his veins and arteries until it reaches his brain. His fists are clenched at his sides as he storms into the kitchen and glares at his target before he moves into action.

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Dick is about to retrieve the bottle of Vodka from the freezer when he suddenly finds himself sprawled on his ass on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and his jaw hurts. He looks up startled to see Beaver shaking his hand out of a fist, and his eyes are so dark they are almost black.

Dick knows that she must have told Beaver, the bitch. Beav takes a few steps toward him, grabs the front of his shirt at the collar and gets right in his face. “You have everything else. You can’t have her.”

“Fuck you,” Dick replies.

Beaver’s eyes widen for a moment, and then Dick is stunned by his next move. He honestly expects a blow, but the flying fist never comes, instead Beav’s mouth is on his, moving, demanding, and stunned, Dick’s mouth drops open and Beav’s hot, wet tongue is dipping into his mouth, tasting, teasing, screaming for a response.

Dick has never felt anything like this before, and heat consumes his body, as his own flesh and blood makes his blood boil, and his stomach do flips, and it’s like kissing Mac, it’s something forbidden, and dark, and sickly sweet and he wants more of it, and he realizes that it isn’t about losing Beav or not having Mac, it’s about not being allowed to join in.

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She has never seen Cassidy like this. She can’t believe she told him that his brother kissed her. Actually she can’t believe Dick kissed her either. She has to fix this before Dick ends up kicking Cassidy’s ass over this, because Dick is bigger, older, and stronger, and anger can only drive someone so far, and then they are getting their face pounded in.

She steps into the kitchen and her mouth falls open at what she sees. She blinks several times as a squeak escapes her throat and then the two of them draw apart and she’s faced with the reality that yes, her boyfriend was just in a liplock, tonsel hocky, NC-17 rated mouth make out with his brother. At least this sheds some light on Dick’s fascination with “Brokeback Mountain”.

They stare at her in shock, and she’s surprised that Dick actually looks genuinely surprised, and she sees the terror, defeat, and pain in Cassidy’s face and she’s not sure what to think or believe or do. Should she storm out of the house and give up whatever she has with Cassidy, even though she really loves him, or should she scream and confront him over catching him practically making out with his brother?

Maybe collapse in a heap on the floor and give vent to the tears of frustration building behind her eyes because he can’t be like that with her, or should she simply admit that no matter how wrong it is for two brothers to kiss like that, it’s definitely, hands down, the hottest thing she’s ever seen in her life, and it kind of turns her on?

Instead she settles for a simple exhalation of, “Oh my God.”

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This is awkward. No, scratch that. This is fucked up.

His little brother just shoved his tongue in his mouth, and now his little brother’s girlfriend is gawking at them. He would laugh at her if it weren’t for the currently fucked up situation he finds himself in. And why is Beaver suddenly straddling him, and shit… Is Beav hard? Fuck.

“Why can’t you do this with me?” she asks in a broken whisper, and looking at Beav, Dick can’t help but agree.

“I…I…” Beaver begins with an explaination, but he doesn’t get past that, and then he’s scrambling out of Dick’s lap and he’s standing in front of Ghost World, and trying to explain, but what he says isn’t computing much with Dick, because Dick is tuning him out and wondering why he feels alone in a crowded room now that Cassidy’s crotch isn’t against his, and shit, man, he’s all hard too.

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“Cindy, I can. I’m trying. It’s not easy for me to be…” Cassidy tries to explain.

Her eyes spark in anger. “It didn’t look that difficult with you making out with your brother! I mean, Cassidy! He’s Dick! And you got all upset because he kissed me and here you are practically making out with him! What am I supposed to think?!”

“I don’t know, Cindy. I just. I know the things he’s done, and I know you aren’t like him, you aren’t like me,” he whispers and his voice is broken and filled with pain.

She takes in a deep breath, but she can’t fight the urge to just put her arms around him and hold him. “What is so bad that you can’t just tell me? How are you not like me? Tell me what makes me so different?”

He swallows thickly. “This would be you first time,” he replies.

Her eyes widened. “And it wouldn’t be yours,” she says, and then sucks in a deep breath as her eyes shift to Dick and she wonders what other sucker punches he’ll throw at her.

She lowers her arms, but he pulls her tighter against him, and she wants to stay but doesn’t know if she can and remain sane.

“How long have you and Dick…”

“Never,” he replies. “I don’t know what made me kiss him today, but it’s never happened before. I mean I’ve imagined kissing him, but… I was angry and it was the only thing that made sense at the time. He wasn’t my first. I didn’t have sex for the first time until a couple of years ago, it was pretty much the only time, but before that there was someone… They would touch me, tell me that it was okay, that they cared, and I knew it was wrong…”

“Oh my God, Cassidy,” she whispers, and he hates the pity that he hears in her voice.

“Don’t,” he replies, his voice rough with emotions building inside of him. “I don’t want pity. Not when all I can think about is you and my brother and with you I know it’s right, but I can’t help… I… When I’m with you I get these flashes of him, and when I’m hanging out with him you’re all I think about.”

They both turn at the sound of a throat clearing and they notice Dick still sprawled on the floor. Dick opens his mouth and something that actually seems kind of logical falls out. “There’s a simple solution, bro. We can take this up to my room, because it has the biggest bed, and work out all of our kinks and frustrations. Dude, this is like totally fucked, but kinda hot. I mean I’d totally mack on Ghost World, and where in the hell did you learn to kiss like that, cause, like, woah.”

“No,” she whispers, and then continues more firmly. “I’m not just some notch on your bedpost. I’m a person and what you’re talking about is really messed up.”

She’s turning away from him, and his throat is tightening as she struggles to get him to let her go, and he can’t think anymore. Can’t breathe. He’s desperate and racking his brain for anything that will keep her there, and before it’s even a cohorent thought his mouth is on hers. It’s moving with hunger, pain, anger, his tongue demanding, begging for a response, and she’s gasping, and her struggling slows, as she begins to respond, and hot tears are trailing the corners of her eyes, and his hand, all warm and big has slipped beneath her top and is cupping and squeezing her right breast, while his other hand is firm against the small of her back, and she’s melting.

He pulls back and looks down at her, her blue eyes drift open and he sees this hungry, dazed look in her eyes, and he swallows thickly. He shifts and presses kisses along her neck, giving her fluttery pulse a nip before he breathes against her skin, “I want you. I’m ready for this, and I want you now. Please, Cindy, don’t leave like everyone else.”

She whimpers and closes her eyes again so she doesn’t have to look into those intense brown eyes. “I don’t…” she gasps. “I don’t think I can.”

She gets a jolt up her spine when a second hand drifts under her top, but this hand isn’t Cassidy’s, it’s as big, but it has the callouses and slight roughness born of surfing. Her eyes fly open and she shifts her gaze to Dick, and then she looks toward Cassidy, and sees something there, a spark for his brother, and she’s swallowing thickly, wondering if she’s ready for this, ready to lose her virginity to the two of them.

Cassidy pulls her against him possessively and she can feel his arousal, and Dick moves behind her, and she’s pressed between the two of them, Cassidy aching against her stomach, and Dick hot and pulsing through his shorts against the small of her back. She throws her head back, and it lands against Dick’s shoulder as Cassidy nibbles along one side of her neck and Dick takes her earlobe between his teeth, gently nibbling it, and then he finds a sensitive spot behind her right ear that makes her shiver as he sucks against the tender skin.

She whimpers, and finds that she’s being swept up into Dick’s arms, and then she’s carried up the stairs, and she can hear Cassidy’s footsteps behind them. Once in Dick’s room he drops her on his massive bed, and Cassidy is closing and locking Dick’s bedroom door. Dick is about to rip his shirt up over his head when Cassidy stops him, and Mac watches as Cassidy slowly lifts Dick’s shirt up, his mouth trailing up Dick’s abdomen, and then his chest, and Dick’s breathing gets heavier as Cassidy pulls the shirt over his head, and his mouth crashes down against Cassidy’s and he’s tearing at Cassidy’s clothes to get him naked all the more quickly, because Dick is eager.

It doesn’t take long for both of the boys to end up topless and then Cassidy is working on the button and zipper of Dick’s shorts, and then jerking them down his brother’s legs. Mac watches with wide eyes as Cassidy reaches for his brother’s aching hard on, and Dick moans his head falling back as Cassidy’s hand wraps around him, and then that teasing tongue is flickering across the tip of him.

He shifts his gaze to his bed, and sees Mac watching with wide eyes, and he smiles at her before his hand slips into Cassidy’s hair as his brother, oh God, takes him deep into his mouth. Dick pulls him back and drags Cassidy to his feet and kisses him roughly before he shoves his brother back onto the bed.

Cassidy lands next to Mac, and then Dick is on top of him, making quick work of his jeans and boxers and throwing them over his shoulder to land wherever on the floor.

Dick devours Cassidy’s mouth, and then pulls back, looking at Mac, and he shifts so that his hard on collides with Cassidy’s erection, and Cassidy throws his head back with a throaty moan as Dick’s hand winds into Mac’s hair and he’s bringing her in for a kiss, and when he pulls back, he’s says huskily, “You’re over dressed, I-tunes. Get naked and join the lovin’. It’s fun.”

She feels both the weight of Cassidy and Dick’s eyes, blue and brown gazes locked on her, as she moves her trembling fingers to the hem of her long sleeved top, but she’s nervous, and she can see how they’ve already taken so well to each other, what do they really need her for?

Dick rolls his eyes and sighs, and Cassidy smacks him hard against the chest. Dick glares down at him and snaps, “What Dude? Is it my fault that your girlfriend is chickening out?”

This is the angry spark that Mac needs, and she pulls her top off, relieved that she chose that sky blue bra her mom got her from Victoria’s Secret on a whim. Dick’s eyes widen, impressed at the colorful underwear, and Cassidy’s knuckles are running up her stomach and along her ribs, and then he’s lifting up and twisting, so that he’s sucking her nipple through the satiny fabric of the cloth, and Mac moans, and heat pools within her stomach, and Dick latches on to the other nipple through the fabric and she’s overwhelmed at the sensations, and then their hands are working on the clasps of the bra, and Cassidy is pulling it away from her, and then their mouths are on her flesh. Cassidy is sucking, Dick is nibbling, and Mac is whimpering and can’t think straight anymore.

She hears the sound of another zipper in the room, but it doesn’t register that it’s her zipper until she feels slightly calloused fingers slipping inside of her and she jumps at the unfamiliar touch and new sensations, and Dick says, “Dude, she’s totally hot for us. I’m talking freaking wet, man.”

Cassidy snorts, and then both boys are shifting and moving so that she’s laying on her back on the bed, and Cassidy is on her right, Dick is on her left, his hand still in her pants, until Cassidy starts pulling her pants and flower print satiny panties down her legs, and Dick removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, his tongue licking at her juices, and he smiles at her before he bends down and captures her mouth in a kiss and pulls back.

“You taste good, Ghost World,” he whispers against her lips.

Dick is soon licking and nipping his way along her throat, one hand massaging her left breast, the other on his cock, and then she bucks as she feels something hot and wet slip in side of her. She looks down and sees Cassidy’s head between her legs, and he looks up, his dark gaze holding her transfixed as he spreads her legs a little farther apart, and uses his fingers to open her up so he can thoroughly explore her with his mouth.

Her body trembles when his tongue flickers into her opening, and he nudges her clit with his nose, before his tongue circles it and then he’s sucking against that tender mound of nerves, and slips a finger inside of her. She rises up, and Dick is guiding her hand down, and closing her fingers around his hard cock and she gives it a few experimental tugs as he bends down and takes her left nipple in his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth, his tongue swirling and flickering against it, and she arches her back, as all of these sensations become too much.

The warmth pooling within her, crashing through her body in wave after wave, and she’s trembling as it feels like her body is flying apart, and she feels sticky wetness flowing, and Cassidy is devouring her, his large hands pressing against her pelvis to hold her down, while her body shudders in the aftershocks, and she struggles to see past the dark spots in her vision.

As she regains her senses she realizes that Dick is moving within her hand, and Cassidy is lifting himself up, and Dick’s shifting, doing something with his hands, putting a condom on Cassidy. Cassidy shifts so that he’s hovering at her opening and he bends down, his lips meeting hers, moving against her mouth to reassure her, as he makes his way inside of her.

When he breaks past her final barrier he feels her stiffen beneath him, and he catches her small cry with his mouth, and notices that her eyes are wide. He pushes a few wayward strands of her hair from her face, and whispers, “Hey, it’s okay. Just let me know if it hurts, I’ll try to stop.”

She takes a deep breath, and moves against him experimentally. Dick just watches, and he groans when her hand tightens around him and she lifts her pelvis up against his brother, and it’s by far one of the hottest things he’s seen. Maybe it’s a good thing that Cassidy takes her first, because he sure as shit wouldn’t be able to stop.

Cassidy is slow at first, but when she shifts and starts to move against him he increases his pace, and he leans back delves deeper within her, and Dick’s mouth is pressed against hers, catching her moans and whimpers, and his calloused fingers are between her legs, rubbing at her clit, adding friction to Cassidy thrusting within her.

She thinks she’s going to break into so many pieces that she won’t ever be whole again as something within her snaps again, and her insides, muscles she’s never thought about before, start working inside of her, pulling Cassidy in deeper, convulsing around him, and he throws his head back as he comes buried inside of her, filling the condom, as she arches up, and Dick sucks on her nipple, and as her hand tightens around him, he comes too, shooting across her stomach.

As Cassidy pulls out of her, he removes the condom and tosses it to the floor, and then he’s licking Dick’s come off of Mac’s stomach before he shifts and his mouth is locked against hers, and her hand drifts down to wrap around him, and he’s already starting to grow hard again like Dick.

Cassidy pulls away as Dick lies back on the bed, and pulls Mac on top of him, and he guides his own suited up second boner of the day into her, and she closers her eyes, and he groans as she clenches around him, because she’s so tight, and so hot, and OH GOD, why did Cassidy wait so LONG to tap this?

His hands are on her hips as he encourages her to move against him, and she starts to rock slowly on top of him, pulling back and taking him in again. She starts to increase her movements as she looks down at Dick, who’s looking up at her, and watching as her breasts move with her every movement, and then Cassidy bends down, and Mac, pauses wondering what he’s doing, and Dick says rather breathlessly, “Like Dude, did I interrupt you?”

She then feels Cassidy’s tongue flicker against her clit, and Dick’s buried within her, and its too much, and she arches back, her fingers clawing into the bedsheets, as she comes violently around Dick and her muscles are clenching around him and he bucks up and Cassidy pulls back, and watches as his brother arches up, coming violently into his girlfriend, and Dick is screaming her name and Mac is moaning and gasping incoherently as she starts to come down from another orgasm.

Cassidy wraps his arms around Mac, and pulls her against him, and she leans into him, exhaustion finally claiming her limbs as she struggles to catch her breath and she never thought it was possible for her heart to beat so fast.

Dick sits up at his own pace, tosses his used condom to the floor and joins in the embrace, his arms going around his brother and Mac, and he lazily kisses Cassidy, and then Mac, and watches with a smile as they kiss each other. Soon they all settle down into Dick’s huge bed, their sweaty bodies tangled together, and Cassidy is pulling the sheets around them, and Dick sighs in contentment as he shifts his gaze and sees his brother looking down at Mac, who’s lying on her stomach and already asleep.

Cassidy suddenly looks up and his dark eyes lock with Dick’s blue gaze, and there’s something there, but Dick remembers the part he’s supposed to play, shallow and selfish. He won’t say it, he just hopes his brother can read the emotions in his eyes as he smiles lazily at him, and presses a kiss to Mac’s shoulder, and then he settles in a little more, throwing an arm across Mac’s back, and his hand lands possessively on Cassidy’s hip, and he thinks, he could go to sleep like this every day, night, evening for the rest of his life. Fuck society’s rules.

He’s a Casablancas, and sneaking a peak at his little brother across the smooth back of his brother’s girlfriend, he knows that Cassidy feels the same way. The Casablancases of the world are above and beyond society. There’s nothing fucked up about something that feels so good, so right.

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Author’s Note: The title is derived from the poem “A Ramble in St. James’ Park” by Lord John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester.