Club Dip

A/N - Hello, all - I'm glad to see this is working well for those of you reading it - please review, if you feel you have the capacity, time, and/or desire - good reviews, bad reviews, whatever. Also, this chapter is lightweight compared to the two on either side, short, and introduces incest for a split second as well as *gasp* heterosexual junk.

Warning - the next chapter amps it up from mildly arousing to holy bajeezus - you've been prewarned.

Dee

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“Really? Weren’t you just there last night? It seems a little soon.”

“You were the one that wanted me to take you with me – now, if you’ve gone and changed your mind about it…”

“Fuck, Thomas – fine, I’ll meet you at the club – but I’m ordering.”

“Bullshit!” of course she’d already hung up the phone at that point, but it made me feel good to yell it anyway. When I got there Alicia was, well, pretty difficult to miss – she had on a tube top and booty shorts – sisters, “So, what happened to the rest of your outfit?”

“Oh, bugger off! Did you really expect me to wear something nice to this place – I can’t afford dry cleaning, idiot.”

“Oh, no problem – it was my pleasure to invite you with me, bitch!” probably not my best decision – she punched me in the chest again, “Let’s just get the hell inside.”

From what I remembered of last night the greeter was the same girl – I guess I was right since she didn’t ask me for my ID this time. When we got into the room it was – different. The last one had been plush and golden – this was a stark, stainless steel room with white lighting everywhere. The table was the same height, but covered in cold, ceramic tiles – I didn’t want to be the one to lay on it, that’s for sure, “Give me the bloody menu!”

I was just rubbing my chest, trying to massage out the pain, but Alicia was already scribbling her fingers across the screen, “You know, you could’ve just asked!”

“But that would not have been as fun, you see? There – order’s in. Hope you like scotch.”

“Not really.”

“Oh well, more for me, right?”

“Bitch.”

“Same to you, love – cheers,” she held up both tumblers of the scotch and drained them into her mouth, “Good scotch. So, how long’s this place take, anyway?”

Apparently that was the cue – a lot faster than when I ordered Lucius. The wall slid open and there he was, glistening in something – he was a hell of a lot taller than Lucius, too, and pale as hell. When the carriers laid him out on the table and left I just stared – I had no fucking idea what was slathered all over him, “Alright, you stumped me – what the hell is he covered with?”

“Apricot jelly – now, let’s get going – I’m sure he has somewhere he needs to be.”

Before I even got close to the table Alicia had his toes in her mouth, sucking off the thin sheen. I grabbed his free leg – the sticky jelly wriggled between my fingers, leaving them to stick together later – and put my tongue on the back of his knee – the skin and jelly were both cold against my taste buds. The whole experience was very gratifying – his flesh was sour, cutting through the sweet, sticky jelly with a subtle blade. It wasn’t necessarily the most delicious thing I’d ever had in my mouth, but I guess I certainly wouldn’t say no if the opportunity presented itself again. He twitched when I pulled off the flesh, a laugh straining against the thick preserve, “You had to order the ticklish one, didn’t you?”

She had already thoroughly cleaned off one foot, licking up to the ankle and making him fidget, “Talk less, lick more,” I just stood there and watched as she cleaned off his other foot, seeing her tongue snake between each of his toes, wriggling and writhing to pull off the sugar – I don’t know how she managed to keep eating the jelly – it was almost too sweet for me in the first place. I couldn’t just leave her to it, though – it was my gift certificate, after all. I pushed my tongue in-between his lips, breaking through the slick veneer and freeing up his jaw. A laugh, hot and fruity, crashed into my lips – apparently Alicia was still working on his feet. The sugar burned my throat when I swallowed the jelly, so I just let her go to town for a while.

I had to admire her patience – she was taking her time, sliding slowly up his leg. He laughed the whole way through, but the jelly was beginning to melt down over the table – if he was gonna get dealt with it had to be soon. I finally took the goggles off, the jelly running slowly to try and fill up the new free space, and started licking along his face – it wasn’t easy – he twitched every time he laughed, and it seemed that every touch, no matter where it landed, tickled him. I started getting his hair in my mouth – not the most pleasant thing for either of us – I wouldn’t want to be washing apricot jelly out of my hair, especially off someone else’s tongue – and I gave up on his face. His ribs were clearly visible through his stretched, shining skin. I went between each one, using all the force I could apply with just my tongue, and he squirmed even further into my mouth – not the most productive measure to ease the attack. I could feel all of his bones pressing into my skin whenever he moved – he was getting me quite messy and the jelly just kept melting, leaving rivulets down the table and all over my jeans. I grabbed his arm, glancing down to look at Alicia, and completely forgot what I was about to do.

Her tube top was barely on at this point and the sticky shine was coating her cleavage – it didn’t stop her from climbing on top of the guy. Her tongue, jeweled stud and all, slid over his chest and up onto his neck – she sucked his Adam’s apple up into her lips, her back dipping down until her stomach was rubbing against his crotch – I could only imagine what he was feeling, the lush skin sinking around his cock. I felt myself growing hard against my pants and my vision started to blur – along with my judgment. I stroked against her spine and she muttered something – it might have been English, I guess. She turned, her face covered in jelly and sweat, and we just stared at each other. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I knew I wasn’t thinking. I leaned in and kissed her, tasting the apricot and smelling the flowery perfume across her neck.

Of course, I pulled off as soon as I remembered that she was my sister, “Holy shit!”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? I – and you – and that!”

“Oh, calm the fuck down – we just kissed – not even any tongue.”

She had to be kidding, “You’ve gotta be kidding. I’m gay! You’re my sister! What the fuck kind of crack did you smoke in London that makes this alright!”

“Oh, just shut up and get back to Jameson!” we both looked at the bony guy and saw – nothing. All of the apricot jelly was either melted into a puddle around him and the table or somewhere in or on our bodies, “Bloody hell!” she cracked me across the temple – it fucking hurt, too, “You wasted time talking about shit that didn’t even matter and he melted!” We both got back outside, neither of us looking up at the workers, and Alicia stopped me, “Listen, I know it’s a little weird for you, but you just gotta buck up,” she did something completely uncharacteristic and hugged me – we stuck together a bit from the jelly, “Just try and keep it in your bloody pants next time, Thomas.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you totally tried to push me off,” I guess it really was nothing big, at least to her, “Get on home – I’m sure Sean wants to help clean you off.”

“Like you have any room to fucking talk – when you learn to keep your crotch-monkey under control we can talk,” I was hoping she hadn’t noticed, “What, not enough blood left in your head to reply?”

We both walked back to our houses – I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I got back, “How the fuck did you find my house? Hell, how did you get in?”

“I got access to the records through one of the girls that greets the customers and – well, if I wasn’t a lock-picking delinquent do you really think I’d be letting strangers lick chocolate off my body?”

“Hell, I would, if they offered me the job.”

“Well, that’s not why I’m here – but I don’t think you’ll complain too much anyhow,” he held up a very large glass with a milky brown liquid, the same color as his skin, and pressed it against my hand – the ice clinked echoingly against the glass and nearly froze my hand off, “You ordered a white Russian, right?” So what if I kissed my sister? That hardly seemed important at this point.