The whole ordeal from last week's party had Brody feeling listless. He avoided eye-contact at home, and felt awkward in public. Children of ten with their parents would meet his eye, and his hips would seize with fear at what they might think of him. He would miss a step, and earn glares from their mothers and fathers. He'd been back to see Kelsey twice, and they'd decided to start dating – but both of them wanted to see Tina again, and some of the others, as well. And Tina had ice-skating, at the rink. Brody walked past a burger joint, McDaddy's, where they'd just launched the Wumpetburger. It was three beef patties, two strips of bacon, a quarter of a sliced onion, three layers of thick, artificial cheese, a single sliced pickle placed longways, and an ingenerous amount of mustard, ketchup, and mayo. It was also a transparent attempt to copy the Triple Cowpig, from Grillcow's. Smackers, the resident favourite, had chosen to abstain from the contest. The president and his cabinet had announced the partnership with McDaddy's only that May – the White House announced with pride over their social media that they were 'mackin' on it', with the usual public-domain soundbite of 'Cut n' Mack', by Stella Fitzwalker. Brody had always found that usage somewhat disrespectful. Using his government position to accrue corporate sponsorship was far from the most corrupt thing Aurson had done, like when he accepted a private jet from the Arabs, or when he threatened a judge with disbarment for trying to block his illegal actions... actually, the list of his deeds was too long to count, anymore. Aurson knew well how to evade controversy: spark another one, as quickly as possible. By the time they've got their buckets of water for the blaze, there's already another fire – and eventually, everyone's out of water, and attention. So they just let it burn. It was also announced that the president would be personally receiving a cut of every sale, as a fundraiser for 'God's cause against the liberals', and to give himself an illegal third term in office. Brody spat on the sidewalk, reading that very same quote off the sign in the window.
"Godless," he growled.

Brody went home, and found himself alone with Brincosa, sitting by herself on the couch. She was only five years older than him, and was someone he'd always looked up to... and found attractive. Though he loathed to say it in front of the others, he'd been harboring a crush since he was young, when he'd met her at family gatherings. She was naturally blonde, with blue eyes and freckles, on a pretty face. She also had great curves, especially at her hips. Her breasts were somewhat large, and she had on a blue eyeshadow that made Brody feel unable to look away. But Brody had a girlfriend now, and could surely resist her... even better than before.
"Where's everyone else?" he asked.
"Gone for the day," she said. "I needed some time to myself."
"Oh, okay." He saw a mini pizza box on the table, and his stomach growled.
She looked up at him, with the same little smile she always did – and eyes that pierced his heart. Like she knew something, or was searching for it with a dagger. "Did you read Throne of Kings? That book I lent you?"
"No," Brody confessed. "The Grommel Grimshaw one, right?"
"Yes! That's the one. Did you know he's descended from the Grimshaw brothers?"
"Ah, yeah, actually. I did know that," Brody nodded. "I guess it runs in the family, they all like telling spooky stories and societal fables."
"But you didn't read it?" she asked.
"I watched it on TV with Alech." Brody's friend Alech was a chubby blond fellow of bald head and beard, Scandinavian, who'd recently gone off to Ukraine. He'd been present when Russia started bombing, and lost his apartment to it, and many of his belongings. Though his ex had been unfaithful, Alech was still heartbroken to learn she'd been trapped in rubble while he was fleeing the country. She'd been saved by volunteer firefighters, but would never walk again.
Back home, Alech had joked, "Good! That way she can't wander." Then, he realized what he'd said, and began to cry.
Brody remembered rubbing his back, but not being able to empathize. He'd never lost anyone, himself. He didn't know how it felt. It was like trying to summon water from an empty cup.
Brin asked, "What did you think about the queen and her brother?", a bit unprompted.
"I dunno," he shrugged.
"You know, I used to tell people you were my brother. It was easier than explaining the family mesh."
Brody started to sweat. Brin was always like this – prodding for a weakness, but never actually interested in crossing that line. Or so it seemed. "It was interesting, I guess," he told her. "Royals be royals, right? Always twisting that bloodline into a single braided branch."
"To keep it pure," Brin laughed. "Because they're already everything they need. And the ugly commoners are lucky if they so much look from the bedroom window, above them."
"...I guess so?" Brody dismused. He didn't like her superior tone, and he was getting hot under the collar.
"Do you think we're like royals?" she asked, clearly amused with herself. "Like the other side of the family."
Brody gritted his teeth. "I dunno. It's no Mardi-Gras Mansion, but it's a nice enough apartment, here. Marble countertops, porch built with pillars..."
"I think you know that's not what I meant." She stood up, and walked up to him.
Brody knew where this was going, now. But why now, all of a sudden? Why now, after all these years? Just when he should be able to say 'no', when she's already far too grown-up to need someone like him? So 'no' is what he said. But at the worst possible moment.
"Have you kissed anyone, yet?" she asked.
"No," he replied. Then his stomach sunk, as he realized what he'd just done.
"That's okay," she giggled. "I'll show you!" Then she pecked Brody on the lips, leaving him surprised. "How's that? Wanna try again?"
Brody did, but he felt dismayed. 'I've had more sex in the last week than I ever had in my life. So why was I better at refusing before?'
Then Brin surprised him again, and kissed him with tongue. And she circled him, once, and came up behind him to reach up his shirt. She stopped when she felt cloth, under cloth.
"Are you wearing a bra?" she laughed.
He grew embarassed. "It's a holster... thing. A sports bra. It keeps my nips from poking out through my shirts.
"It's a bra, you slut," she teased. "I'm taking it off."
And so she did, and then the rest of his clothes as well. In his room, she bullied him as she always had when they were children – sitting on his back, putting her feet on his head. She was stronger, back then, but now Brody was just as strong as she was. Still, he chose not to fight. She made him lick her between her legs, and pinched his ears. Then, she sucked him off until he came, and swallowed it whole... because she was still hungry. He fucked her from behind, until she he couldn't stand the feeling, and fingered her the rest of the way. Just before she was about to peak, she smacked him.
"Your therapist knows my coworker, you idiot. They're in the same yoga class. I had to tell her you were off your meds."
Brody was shocked, and could only complain, "But I'm not on any medication..."
She was smug. "I know my older son likes you, and I know from experience that he's old enough to try. If you ever talk again, I'll let him into your room at night, and take photos while rides you. You'll be lucky if you get out of prison before he's eighteen. And I'll tell them you raped me, today."
Brody had stopped fingering, because he was mortified with the prospect – not just of being raped by a child in his sleep, but of going to prison. And being known forevermore as a rapist of children. A thirteen-year-old girl, willing, was one thing... but this was another altogether. He'd never see Kelsey, ever again. He couldn't tolerate the thought.
"I won't say a word. But only if you let me do this." Brody worked harder with his fingers, and caught her by surprise. She moaned, and seized up, squirting in his face. Some of it dribbled into his mouth, and he regretted swallowing it. The arrangement, unfortunately, was sealed.

The next week, she was back, and had convinced her mother to force Brody to go 'shopping' with her. They got some apple pies at McDaddy's, then went to a nearby hotel, and fucked again. Brody considered inviting her to meet Kelsey, but decided he'd better not – she would be afraid of Brin, and might be upset with him. Brin was a bully through and through, and made him lick her hips down to her feet. And Brody was a glutton for her punishment. She rode him like a stud, then made him shower her off and wash her back – then they fucked again, until the water went cold. Amid shivers and moans, they made warmth between them... yet Brody's heart was on ice.

Brody couldn't stand to lie for long, so the next time he saw Kelsey, he came clean... even though he felt dirty to do it.
"You started fucking AFTER we met?" Kelsey exclaimed.
"I'm... on my cycle, I think," Brody moped. "I'm sorry. Once I opened up at that party, I don't know-"
"You're in heat?!" she gawked.
He shrugged. "I feel bad about it."
"Would you fuck your mom? Your other aunt?!" she cried.
Brody thought, for a moment. "No, I don't think I would. They're still pretty gross. I think it's just because I find Brin hot."
Kelsey sat with him, and kissed his ear. "You sure it's not an incest kink?"
Brody blushed. "It might be."
She shook her head. "Yeah, well, that's okay, I guess? Lots of people do it. They just don't talk about it. Especially during COVID, everyone was locked up together. You wouldn't believe some of the stories I heard. Stode actually got his little sister pregnant when she was only eight, and she had to get an abortion. I think it fucked him up, that's why he acts like such a skeaze."
"What about her?" Brody asked. "Did it fuck her up, too?"
Kelsey grimaced. "No, she uh... she kept demanding that he do it again. Girls don't always have the best judgment when it comes to that stuff. That's why they count on their friends and the guys in their life to help them out. But I guess your problem is you're kind of a girl, too."
"I think guys are just as bad. It might just be a human thing."
She paused. "Maybe. I um... I actually got fucked a lot by my mom, during the lockdown. Not my dad, though, cause he's like... 'too good for it', or something. He's never around, anyway."
"Your mom? Really?" Brody grew concerned.
"Yeah," Kelsey shrugged. "I mean, a lot of kids in Japan have their first time with their parents. My mom and I used to stroke it to hentai, together. That's where my dad is from, so. It's in the blood, or whatever."
"I don't think that's how it works."
Kelsey pondered. "So if I date around, still..."
Brody asked, "Are you thinking about Stode, again?"
"No," she replied, "not really. One of my other boyfriends was at the, uh, orgy. He actually had sex with you already, he was the one who, like... came in your vag."
"Oh yeah," Brody flushed red. "I forgot about that."
"He wants to hook up again. Nate," she said.
Brody thought back, and immediately became angry. "Oh, NATE. He used to make fun of me a lot. Called me 'Captain Hiplock'. Nice guy," he said sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, he can be. His parents just divorced, though. He's upset and I wanna cheer him up. Plus, you seem busy. Also, did you gain weight?"
Brody thought back to those apple pies. He was getting fat, and on lust, as well. He barely had the appetite left for his love. And she, underfed by him, was famished.
Brody kissed her. "You do want you want. I'll be here for you when you get back. I'll be the best one you've ever had."
"You mean -I- will be the best one you've ever had," she said sweetly, and sat in his lap.
It was a mood too sugary for Brody's tastes, and it threw him off. And he couldn't get erect, because his dick had been brutalized by his aunt. Kelsey was upset, but had already decided she liked his other 'side' just as much. She pulled his pants off, and began to finger him. As his labia began to slick, he felt like he was losing control again, and threw his head back.
Kelsey asked, "What did she think of your puss, by the way? Did she know about it?"
Brody clammed up, but made himself speak anyway. "No, she didn't. And she got angry I'd kept it a secret. Called me a 'fucking liar', actually."
"Why would she do that?"
"Because, I guess, she would have liked to know that earlier. It's like a toy she missed out on playing with, for one thing. And for another, she likes to have control over others. My secret being kept so well was basically an offense to her ability to catalogue me. Who and what I am."
"Hmm."
Kelsey started fingering Brody, but it hurt, because it was bruised and bitten from the two weeks before. Brody was lucky he lacked a clit, if only because Brin would have chewed it to pieces. Kelsey, by contrast was gentle. It was easy to see that much like with food, love could be easy on you, or quite harsh indeed.

The next day, Brin was back at the apartment, with two Wumpetburgers in a bag – one for each of them, with soda and fries. Brody could barely stomach it – the thing reeked of vinegar, tasted like gruel, and if he plugged his nose for even a moment, he could discern that the food was utterly canned. It was like eating hot spam, yet it was too faux-flavorful to resist. Brin ate only half of her own meal, then sucked Brody's cock under the counter while he ate the rest of his own. That was when Bedishi and Beelza came back home, shopping bags on their arms. Brin zipped him up, and went back to her soda, to wash down Brody's cum. Nobody suspected a thing.
An hour later, Brody vomited into the toilet, and saw what he had eaten. Dull, grey, pointless. It felt better out than it had felt going in. He thanked his stomach for giving it back, and flushed it. He wondered if his relationship with Brincosa was the same way... something of which he was better off letting go.