Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Cassy?"

"What hon... what're ya doing?" Cassy asked in a sexy purr when she turned back around, noting how Zoe was still bent over her eyes level with her sex.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Zoe inquired, rising to her full height, noting how Cassy had already pulled up the style and her size on her phone as she did.

"More like show you, kind of the reason I've been moody, shut up," Cassy quickly said when Cory cast her a look. "It's why we haven't... you know," she whispered, stepping closer to Zoe. "So how about we leave these two to do... whatever, and I'll show you, hmm?"

"Sorry for blowing up like that, Cory," Zoe said, quickly scooping up Cassy's clothes. "But there're matter's that I must attend to." Leaning into him, pressing her lips against Cory's ear. "Give it to her, Cory. It's something a girlfriend should wear," she whispered low before dragging Cassy off to her room.

"Cory, just what kind of girl were you going to give that to?" Dayana asked, stepping into his room and closing his door behind her. "And why didn't you give it to me? I love Vivienne's Closet of Corsets?!"

"Can we not talk about that, please? I've mentioned her enough already in one day. She doesn't need any more recognition than she's already received," Cory said bitterly.

"You really liked her, didn't you?" Dayana asked; her bookbag slipped from her shoulder before finding its home on his floor as she neared him. "Shh, I understand; I won't ask about her," she said, sliding into his lap. "She doesn't matter anymore, she's your past, and I'm the present and future," Dayana cooed in a loving tone as she softly caressed her brother's face. "Cory, your girlfriend is sitting in your lap, aren't you supposed to do something?" she asked in a coy tone. Her lips had been aching to feel his ever since they left this morning for school. She was so thankful that their afternoon classes got canceled. Hers due to her Professor's wife going into labor and Zoe's had to attend a doctorate panel. Otherwise, she would have so been yearning for this all through her class. Pressing herself tighter against him, sensuously tasting the man she was in love with. Her eyes flew wide when her hand rested over his right, not feeling that cold metal of his splint. "Cory?! Does this mean... does this mean your finger..."

"Have to take it easy 'til Thursday 'til the doc can get another x-ray, but yeah, don't have to wear it anymore," Cory stated, seeing the growing smile on his sister's lips.

"Then that means I can finally do this," Dayana said, gently plucking his hand off the armrest and bringing it up to her left breast. "Feel it, Cory, feel your girlfriend," she purred in want as she placed his palm against it. The moment his hand touched it, she felt a spark, a spark she hadn't felt with anyone before. Telling her that she had chosen correctly even if it was wrong in society's view. "Oh, Cory, yes, fondle it," she whispered, tilting her head back enjoying the feel of her brother's hand. "I've been waiting so long for this moment," Dayana sighed in happiness.

"Oh?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Turning her chin towards him, a warm, loving smile appeared on her lips as she gazed at him. "I feel the touch of my boyfriend on my body," her breath shuddered when Cory tweaked her nipple, "why wouldn't I be happy just to feel it, hmm?" Dayana asked, guiding his hand down her body, spreading her legs, resting his hand over her mound. "When you're the only one that's ever going to get to fuck this again. Told you, Cory, we are going to be together for a very long time. So... do you still have that teddy?" she queried in a sly tone.

"Was wondering when you were going to ask. You might want to get up," Cory said, lightly rubbing on her clit. Listening to her deep rumbling purr that told him she wanted more, yet she did want to see that teddy.

Dayana watched how he was rummaging through the items he had stored on the top shelf of his closet. That was until her brother pulled out another black box with the same silvery letters that she was very familiar with. Grinning in her mind at the folly of whoever the woman was that lost out on this.

"I don't know what the big deal is..."

"Vivienne's Closet of Corsets is a very big deal, Cory, especially if you're on a budget like college students and still want to feel sexy," Dayana said in a sisterly voice.

"So, I take it you have a lot of their stuff?" Cory asked, handing the box to her.

"Yes, but never a teddy. That's something a boyfriend should get for his girlfriend," Dayana said in a sly tone as she ran her hand over the top of the box. Knowing she was going to cherish this teddy, knowing this was the first step in truly cementing their relationship. Tonight would show the world who she belongs to even if they didn't know it. Walking over to her brother's bed, gently laying the box on it, and pulling off the lid. Her hands flew to her face, covering her mouth, muffling her gasp as she stared down at the translucent white flowery designs that dominated where it would sit over a woman's breasts, knowing it had to be from the same style that Cassy was wearing given how the teddy looked similar to it. "Cory?!" Her voice trembled as her eyes fell onto her brother.

"What did the moths eat it or something..." Cory was nearly knocked over due to the force of the collision of his sister's body into his when she embraced him hard.

"It's so beautiful?!" Dayana whispered into his hair as she held her brother against her. So very happy that that girl did not get that teddy. It seemed to her she was destined to get it in the end, or that's what she was going with, and no one could change her mind on that. "Cory?!" His name left his lips in a bashful whisper when she felt his right hand taking hold of her ass. "You like that ass, don't ya li'l brother?" Dayana purred in a seductive tone with a smile to match it. Her eyes widened then narrowed at the soft spank he landed upon it. "You might get a surprise later tonight when we get back from the party," she said, getting another toe curling kiss in before she plucked the box from his bed and sashayed towards the door. "My date better look outstanding; he should want to impress everyone that I am his woman," Dayana stated, peering back at her brother before she opened the door and left his room.

Cory just stood there, unsure what to make of all this, as he ran his hand through his hair. Grinning at the fact he could now do that without his splint getting caught in his hair. Looking over to his still open closet, his eyes falling on his black, silk Tommy Bahama shirt he hasn't worn for some time. The last time he did, his date wasn't all that spectacular, and after that, he wasn't all that interested in a repeat performance. Walking over to his closet bringing his shirt up to his nose, wrenching his head back when he smelled the mild staleness and mildew of the fabric given how long it's been sitting. The hangers resounded off the wooden pole they hung on as he slid his clothes to the side, looking for the pair of Dickies flex relaxed fit pants he would always wear with the shirt. Knowing if it smelled like that, then his pants would too, given they both had been hanging in his closet for the same amount of time. Tossing the items onto the bed, then headed back to his closet and pulling out his nice pair of black men's Oxfords dress shoes. If he was going to be her date, and if his sister was so adamant about being his girlfriend. Then it seemed to him he just couldn't show up underdressed, now could he?

"Dad?" Cory called out as he ambled down the stairs, ignoring the sounds he heard coming from behind Zoe's closed door.

"Something wrong, Cory?" Jairo asked, quickly bolting into action.

"No, just need some help," Cory said when he stepped onto the ground floor. Seeing the relief in his father's eyes that he didn't have another setback.

"Sure, son, what do ya need a hand with?" Jairo asked, eyeing the clothes that were draped over his son's arm and the shoes that dangled from Cory's fingers.

"Well, you and Mom told me not to do my own laundry anymore... so could you like wash these for me?" Cory asked, holding out the clothes that lined his arm. Seeing that smile appearing on his father's face remembering that day. "Also, I can't really put a shine on these shoes with just one hand," he said, holding them up.

"Ah, sure, Cory, that'll be no problem, come on," Jairo said, not hiding his mirth that his boy was asking him for help when Cory hadn't done so in so many years. "So... what's with the outfit?" he asked, reading the tag on the shirt, so he didn't ruin it. He didn't want to upset his son if he just tossed it in and started the machine.

"Got a date," Cory said in a shy tone as he looked away.

"That so?" Jairo mused as he turned the knob on the washer to the delicate cycle. Seeing his son slyly nodding that he did. "Well, then I best make sure you got a mirror finish on those shoes, huh?" he spoke, peering over at his son with a warm smile on his lips. Very glad that his son trusted him enough to help him prepare for his date. Something his own father had helped him out with when he too started dating. Hoping that this would lead to more chances to grow closer to his son, to mend the rift he and his wife had unwittingly caused. "Now, while that's going, let's go get those shoes of yours sparkling, huh? You know your grandfather helped me out when I was just a boy going out on my first date," Jairo said, laying his arm along his son's shoulders as they walked towards the stairs.

"Cory, come on, let's get your bath done so we ladies can hog it before we leave," Cassy said with a wide grin on her lips as she stood in his doorway.

"Alright," Cory muttered, pausing his game, knowing there were only three hours left before they left to go to this party of theirs. "So, did Zoe like the set?" he asked as Cassy led him to the bathroom he shared with his sisters.

"Not telling," Cassy cooed from over her shoulder with a wide smile on her lips. "You know I'm going to miss this," she stated as she was washing his back.

"Really? Kind of weird how you enjoy washing my butt crack," Cory joked, feeling the playful slap on his right shoulder.

"Don't be gross?!"

"What, thought that was what you were into, Pixie," Cory replied, his chuckle echoing off the bathroom walls.

"You know if I didn't know better, I would say you liked me," Cassy taunted as she soaped up his ass.

"Same could be said with all 'em rude remarks levied at me. Makes me wonder if you aren't yearning for something, maybe something long and hard, hmm?" Cory countered.

"Shut up," Cassy stammered, feeling her face growing hot, knowing that was true.

"Kind of makes me wonder why you want to keep me single when you're dating Zoe. Methinks you just want it all to yourself, huh?" Cory teased, turning around so she could wash his front and wash his hair last which Cassy always did. "I think you do since you can't pull your eyes away from it," he said, watching how ripe Cassy's face was getting when it was true her eyes were on his cock.

"Can't help it, Cory," Cassy pouted, hating that he constantly was right when he called her out. No, not that he was right. That would just be petty. It's just it sort of felt like Cory knew her like a boyfriend would know his girlfriend with the way he came back at her.

"Can't help what? The rude comments or the fact you haven't taken your eyes off of this?" Cory inquired, giving his hips a little shake, causing his manhood to sway. Wondering if he could hypnotize her with the way those eyes were following it. Cory's deep lime green eyes held mirth in them when Cassy placed her hand over his mouth to stop him from talking.

"I think you just like showing it off to me. I think you just want me to drop to my knees and suck this cock off. Why else do you always get hard in my hand when I wash you?" Cassy asked, noting how his hands moved and the look in his eyes that silently told her: 'I'm a guy; it likes what it likes.' "Maybe my reasons are selfish for wanting you to stay single. Maybe you're right in that regard," ignoring how Cory's eyebrows rose in his mirth at that, "that doesn't mean I don't want to see you happy. You are my friend, you know, as annoying as you can sometimes be. Yes, you are annoying," she spoke, remembering the conversation they had when they were at his doctor's office to see if his staples could come out. "But you do have your moments. So if the time comes when you do happen to find yourself a girlfriend, I promise I will back off totally. As much as I will miss this thing," Cassy sighed as she caressed his cock.

"Do you want to shave?" Cassy asked as she dried him off.

"Yeah, you think I'd go out looking scruffy?" Cory answered from the depths of the towel.

"Okay, where do you keep your shaving cream?"

"Cabinet below the sink, otherwise they will just use it all to shave... well, you know," Cory said as Cassy carefully dried his chest. "How's it looking?" he asked when she was examining his wounds.

"You're healing nicely; I was very worried for a while that you would pick up an infection with that large of a wound."

"You know, if you keep playing with them like that, I'm counting it as foreplay," Cory uttered sinfully as she cradled his balls.

"I might let you," Cassy shot back with a coy smile on her lips as she ran the towel down his right leg. "Too tight?" she asked in a warm tone as she wrapped the towel around him, to which Cory shook his head. "Okay, where do you want me to apply it too?" Nodding when he showed her where to apply the shaving cream on his face. "You don't shave upwards?" Cassy inquired in a quizzical tone as she watched on. She's never seen a man shave before, not her father nor her stepfather.

"No, you go with the grain, not against it, or you'll get razor bumps," Cory said, repeating what his father had shown him when he was eight, standing at his parent's bathroom sink watching his father shave. He had tried the other way just to see if it was just an old wives' tale; however, at least to him, it proved to be true. He couldn't say with other men; he just knew if he went against the grain, he would get bad razor bumps in return.

"Ah."

"Hey," sticking his head into his parent's bedroom, "mind if I use your bathroom for a minute?" Cory asked, seeing how his mother was folding and putting away hers and his father's clean clothes after dinner.

"What's wrong with yours?" Celeste asked, slyly noting the attire her son was wearing.

"Zoe and Cassy are hogging it, or would you rather hear their screams as I barge in there? I can do that, ya know," Cory stated, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

"No, I'd rather keep my eardrums intact," Celeste answered, fighting back her smile. "So your father said you had a date tonight. Is that why you're all dolled up?" she asked as she folded Jairo's shirt and placed it on the stack that was currently growing.

"Yeah." Celeste heard her son's voice from the depths of her bathroom.

"And why have I never seen such an outfit before?"

"Do I have to remind you of the past five years?"

"No... but why do you get dressed up for Dayana? Huh?" Celeste spoke, letting him know she knew who his date was with.

"Aren't you like married? I know you are, since Dad is downstairs, sounds like you're jealous," Cory retorted as he styled his hair. "So, are you telling me I should go out looking like a slob?"

"No, I'm not saying that?!" Celeste stammered, feeling her cheeks heating when her son asked that. It was just wrong that Dayana got the whale she's been seeking since she has become sexually active when she knew firsthand how well she could and would always please it. "Just that, what about me?" she pouted, knowing this would end her access to his monster.

"What about you?"

"If you and Dayana start dating, then that means I'll..."

"Is that what you're worried about?" Cory asked, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom with his shirt buttoned and his hair spiked and gelled in a way that framed his face rather handsomely.

Celeste's head nodded vehemently, feeling her nipples hardening at how handsome her son looked just standing there. A little jealous that her daughter was getting the unicorn she's sought after all these years.

"Dayana's already given me the go-ahead to keep fucking my sluts. You are my slut, aren't you?" Cory asked with a cocky grin on his face. Again, he was met with his mother's vehement nod, causing her long sandy blond hair to bounce wildly against her chest. "Then you don't need to worry," he said, wearing a smirk as he walked out of his parent's bedroom.

"We'll be ready in ten minutes!" Zoe cried out as she and Cassy raced to her room, knowing they spent far too much time in the bathroom. Was it her fault that she couldn't keep her hands off her woman's pussy? Zoe didn't think so.

"Cory, head downstairs, please?!" Dayana called from within her room as she inserted her left silver hoop earring into the hole in her earlobe. She wanted to make that jaw of his drop, and she knew the dress she was wearing would do just that. It was a dress she had been saving for a special event, and she couldn't think of a more wondrous event than the first date with her boyfriend.

"Why?"

"Just do it!" Smiling when Dayana heard Zoe backing her up.

"Fine, fine." Biting her lip, hearing her brother's grumble as Dayana heard him leaving his room. Her hands moved quickly as she put her blonde hair up into a french twist. The pad of her finger trailed lightly down the loose strand of hair she left free to draw her brother's gaze to her face. Her Baja Bound, coral pink colored lipstick glided along her lips as she stared at herself in her mirror. Knowing she could kiss him as much as she wanted without worrying about it smearing. Applying a light blush to her cheeks, and all the other products she normally wore when dolling herself up for a date. She walked out of her room with a minute to spare, only to see Zoe and Cassy leaving her room.

"Are you trying to give Dad a heart attack?!" Zoe exclaimed as her eyes ran down her sister's body.

"Damn, Dayana?! Where the hell did you pull that dress out from?!" Cassy asked, wearing a form fitting black dress complimenting Zoe's tight midnight blue one.

"Oh, this old thing," Dayana smirked confidently at the looks on their faces as she walked past. "It's been hanging in my closet, just never saw a need to wear it until now," she mused, seeing how Zoe's hand shot to Cassy's eyes, covering them knowing how the waistband of her white thong showed half an inch above where the lower half of the dress rested on her hips and showed how that triangle patch led the viewers gaze downward to the exposed part of her ass that the open back of the dress displayed a large percentage of her skin. Given how her top was more like a bra only covering Dayana's breasts, causing the sides of Dayana's 32Bs to be shown given how the thin straps rested lightly on her shoulders with only a two-inch strip of the same material connecting the top and the lower half of the dress together. Her fingertips danced lightly along the handrail that was connected to the wall of the stairwell. Dayana hoped it would get the same reaction out of Cory as it had with her sister and Cassy. Her heart was racing; her nerves were on end as she neared the ground floor. "Cory? Are you by the door?" Dayana called out to him.

"Where else would I be?" Fighting back her smile at his reply as her white heel touched upon the ground floor. How her eyes shone, her heart fluttered, a sensuous smile spread along her lips at how those eyes of his ran up and down her body. The way his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water when Cory just stood there speechless, exactly what she was going for. Watching how his eyes dropped to her hips as she sauntered to him, her hips swaying alluringly as she did, knowing where his hands would always be, either beside her, in front of her, or behind her making her scream. Her eyes ran along his gelled hair, something she didn't know he did; she liked it. It made her eyes linger on how handsome her brother had gotten without her even noticing. Down his Tommy Bahama shirt, his black Dickies pants, her eyes shot up, arching an eyebrow at how well dressed he seemed to be. Knowing he had done so for her and only for her.

"Dayana, go change?!" Jairo barked when he finally looked over at what was taking place at the door. "Right this..."

"Hush, Jairo, there's nothing wrong with it; she isn't showing anything off that anyone wouldn't see in a bathing suit," Celeste chided, coming to her daughter's defense.

"But...?!" Jairo uttered in a fatherly tone, gesturing how low the dress sat on her ass.

"It's fine, again nothing anyone wouldn't see if she was in a swimsuit," Celeste said, slyly taking note of how stunned her son was and the pleased look on her daughter's face. Turning her husband's chin away and back to the show, they were enjoying at the moment. She was hoping to have a very quiet night with her husband with all the kids out of the house.

"If you drink, Cory, you drive your sisters home, you hear?" Jairo spoke in a stern fatherly tone.

"Okay." Was the only word that Cory could think of as those dark hunter green eyes of his sister's had him mesmerized. He could tell she was so amused at his befuddlement.

"Now, come on, I know where you'll be sitting," Dayana said, reaching out, turning Cory towards the door as she heard Zoe and Cassy coming down the steps. Hearing her parents telling the two of them to be safe and to be back before midnight as she walked arm in arm to Cassy's car. She was so loving how he was slyly glancing at her as they did. She didn't stop him. Why should she? Her boyfriend could check her out as much as he wanted to.

Cassy kept her perplexed look to herself as she noted how Dayana was acting around Cory. As well as Cory's odd behavior, something didn't feel right to her. Knowing she was going to have to keep an eye on Dayana, seeing how she was the one showing the signs. Cory, at least to her, seemed to be more sneaky about it.

"So, where we off to?" Cassy asked, sliding into the driver's seat after helping Zoe into the passenger seat. Which earned her a flash of Zoe's matching panties, something she was very eagerly waiting to peel off.

"You know where the Phi Beta Chi house is on campus?" Dayana said, seeing Cassy's head snapping up, her eyes staring at her in the rear view mirror.

"Really?! Those girls?!" Cassy quickly turned in her seat to peer at her.

"I'm guessing I'm missing something here," Cory uttered, feeling left out of the loop.

"They're pretty much into Jesus, Cory; you sure that's where the party is?" Cassy asked once again.

"Yeah, been to a few of them," Dayana nodded. "Just because they're into God and all doesn't mean they don't throw a kick-ass party," she said with a coy smile.

"They just don't come off as party girls," Cassy said, turning back around.

"Yeah, I know, that's the way they like it, so their house isn't crashed by the frat boys looking to score, so they only invite people they know, who've been to their parties before," Zoe said as Cassy backed out of the driveway.

"You know this how?" Cassy asked when she pointed her car towards the college.

"Ann's taken us to a few of their parties. They're a little more open behind closed doors than you might think," Zoe said cryptically. Hoping that her ex-boyfriend wouldn't be there, given how that was where she met him in the first place -- at a college party that he liked to use to pick up women.

"Well, if it's as good as you say it is, you'll have to introduce me to this friend of yours, Dayana," Cassy said, smiling at her in the rear view mirror. Not voicing that, she could see how Dayana reached across the seat and took hold of Cory's hand. She suspected Dayana wouldn't have done so if she thought she couldn't see.

"Sure," Dayana answered, looking out the window, making Cassy believe she wasn't currently holding Cory's hand and loving the feel of it in her hand.

"Awful quiet for a party going on," Cassy mused when they pulled along the curb on the other side of the street from Phi Beta Chi sorority house.

"Yeah, their parties might not be loud, but they're fun as hell?!" Zoe said, smiling at her girlfriend. "Plus, it kind of keeps party crashers from appearing if they don't think a party is going on."

"Ah, yeah, that does make sense," Cassy muttered as she cut the engine off. Looking up when her driver's side door opened. "Look at you being all gentlemanly tonight."

"Or I'm just showing everyone I've tamed the Pixie Queen," Cory said, making sure there wasn't a car coming. He didn't want to end up like Greg's son.

"Not on your life," Cassy snorted as she slid her hand into his offered one. Keeping the hem of her dress pushed down as she swung her legs out. Zoe or Cory was only allowed to see her pussy no one else from their school. "But thank you, I knew you couldn't be an ass all the time," she teased, getting an amused grin out of him. It seemed they were destined for a tit-for-tat kind of friendship, something she could live with.

"Cory?" Dayana spoke as she walked around the rear of Cassy's car, slyly waving to him to join her side. "You're supposed to open your girlfriend's door first," she hissed low into his ear.

"Do you want Cassy to know?" Cory shot back.

"Fine, we'll play it safe when she's around, but when we're alone, I come first," Dayana said in a pouting voice as Cassy and Zoe ambled towards the sorority house.

"Alright, alright, geez..." Swallowing hard when that fire in her eyes appeared. "Yes, Dayana, boyfriend material all the way," Cory stated, feeling his sphincter latching down at the look his sister was giving him. Wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.

"Listen here and listen good, Cory. I do not care what anyone thinks of our relationship. You don't like having to repeat yourself, well, neither do I. So I will only say this one more time. You are my boyfriend. You got that?" Poking him in his chest, "I expect to be treated like your girlfriend as I am and should be treated as; it's hurtful when you open doors for Cassy and not me," Dayana said, softening her tone.

"Yeah, I can see how that would be. That's my bad, sorry," Cory said after a moment of reflection.

"As long as you understand, I don't care what you do with your sluts, but when I get dressed like this, it isn't for anyone else but you," Dayana said, stepping closer to him. "You think some random guy warrants me dressing so hot, hmm? Why else would you dress so nicely if you didn't think this was a date, huh? Stop fighting it, Cory, and just accept the fact that we're together now, and there is nothing you can do to stop it," she said with devilish glee.

"Dayana!" Ann shouted from the steps of the sorority house. Bounding down them, walking hurriedly along the pathway, greeting Zoe... doing a double take at how the woman with her was hanging onto her. She had no idea Zoe was like that.

Cory cast his sister a glance when Ann came into view. He's met a few of his sister's college friends who were mostly the shallow, petty, self-centered type of people who tended to be into their looks far more than their brains. He wasn't expecting Ann to be this slightly chubby woman with raven hair and thick glasses. Not that he saw anything wrong with her, it just took him aback for a moment that his sister wasn't as shallow as he once perceived her to be.

"Told you, Cory, I've changed, with that, means the people I surround myself with. You showed me what you were willing to sacrifice to keep me and Zoe safe from those men. I have to show you that I, too, can make drastic changes in my life to be able to stand beside the man that put his life on the line for me," Dayana said, slipping her hand into his. Feeling how he willingly accepted how her fingers interlaced with his. She knew this was so out of left field for him, yet she was happy that he was willing to try for her. "Hello, Ann," she greeted as she and Ann hugged when she neared.

"I take it this is the 'beast?'" Ann asked, giving Cory a once over.

"The what? Did you go off and give me a weird-ass nickname?" Cory asked, looking at his sister, who just looked away innocently. "You know I much prefer for it to be called the dragon," he stated, putting on airs and sticking his nose into the air.

"Dragon, huh?!" Ann mused.

"Oh yeah, it spits and everything," Cory replied with a friendly smile.

"Yes, Dayana's showed me," Ann muttered, her eyes glancing down, noticing a slight movement in his pants. "I'm Ann, by the way," she introduced herself as she held out her hand to him.

"Cory," he greeted.

"Dayana, can I please, just once?" Ann asked; she's been dying to know what that kind of cock would feel like.

"Umm... I think I have a say in this," Cory said, staring at his sister as she once again looked away. "Would you like it if I promised one of my friends they could feel you up? We'll discuss this later." Seeing the shame flooding her cheeks when he said that. "So you want to feel my dragon, huh? Is that what she promised you?" he asked, nodding over to his sister.

"Sort of, and yes, yes I do," Ann nodded vehemently.

"And you're okay with another woman touching my junk?" Cory asked with a pointed look.

"When I'm the one that said she could... not that I'm saying I'm trying to control you, Cory," quickly adding when that eyebrow of his rose, "then yes, I'm okay with it," Dayana nodded.

"Alright..." Looking down when Ann didn't waste a second as her hand latched onto his covered manhood. "Really? Right out in the open?"

"Why not, it's dark enough, no one's going to see," Ann spoke, running her hand up and down his length, still feeling it growing in her hand. "God, what I wouldn't give to feel this inside of me," she muttered to herself as she felt how thick Cory was. "And you can handle this... dragon?!" Ann uttered, casting Dayana a look.

"Mmmhmm, can't I, baby," Dayana purred as the backs of her fingers brushed lightly down Cory's left cheek.

"Yeah, you do like cumming on it, don't you?" Cory said sinfully, watching his sister's eyes widen when he rolled her right ass cheek in his left hand. Shooting his sister a devilish smirk when he slipped his index finger below the back of the dress and was brushing it along her ass cheek.

"Cory?!" Dayana uttered in a bashful tone.

"What? You said I could touch my girlfriend all I wanted, right? Or were you lying to me?" Cory asked, putting her on the defensive. "Don't you think that's enough?" he inquired when Ann was still rubbing his cock.

"Nah-uh, it'll never be enough with this kind of dragon. I want it to roar for me," Ann purred, only to have her wrist taken hold by Dayana.

"I said you could touch it, Ann. Not jack my boyfriend off," Dayana intoned in a protective tone.

"Sorry, sorry, Dayana, just got carried away, won't happen again," Ann said, backing away.

"It's okay; I know what it's like when it's in your hand," Dayana spoke, softening her tone.

"Oh? What's it like?" Cory asked, seeing the heat flooding her cheeks when Dayana quickly looked away.

"Anywho... we're missing the party," Dayana said, taking Cory by the arm, with Ann chatting along as they approached the front door.

The music was the first thing that greeted them as they entered. Leading Cory around the first floor introducing him to people she knew and introducing him as her boyfriend. Noting the look Cory was giving her when she detailed the night at the beach when they asked how Cory had injured his hand.

"Are you trying to get me eaten?" Cory whispered to his sister at the looks in the sorority sisters' eyes.

"I think you'll survive," Dayana said, moving closer to him. Feeling her body heating when his left hand rested on the small of her back. Thanking Ann for the beer, she brought her as she snuggled up to Cory and saw how she handed Cory a soda since he was driving. After fifteen minutes of standing and chatting away, they were on the move again. Her eyes looked around for her sister and Cassy since they hadn't seen them since entering the sorority house. Wondering what the two of them were doing. "Oh?!" Her eyes lit up when the DJ, who was one of the sorority sisters, announced the new song on the playlist.

Cory was pulled along by his sister as Dayana dragged him onto the dance floor. Arching an eyebrow when she mouthed along to the intro to Lady Gaga's 'Lovegame.' It wasn't the type of music he normally danced to, that didn't mean he couldn't keep up with his sister. Although, when the song got to the chorus, the way she moved her hips and how she rolled her stomach truly hand him enthralled to the point of stupefaction. Nonetheless, he wasn't about to be outdone by his sister. Busting out his best moves, noting how Dayana's mouth dropped open after he came out of his spin, and saw how his pants detailed his dragon as he moved. Knowing where it would be lodged later that night.

Dayana was breathing heavily into Cory's ear as she swayed her ass against her brother's groin. Her back was pressed lightly against his chest, feeling his thumbs brushing along the tops of her hips. Her fingertips skimmed down Cory's left cheek as his lips plucked along her neck. Unaware of a pair of deep glacial blue eyes spying on them from where she and Zoe were hanging out.

It was around 10:30 when a ruckus was taking place. Cory pushed his way through the crowd as he heard Zoe's voice on the air. It wasn't the kind that was filled with mirth; no, it was the tone that put him in the mode to kick someone's ass. A look of fright was in Dayana's eyes as she worried for her sister and what Cory was going to do. She had no wish for Cory to prolong his recovery. He had already done so much for them; Dayana didn't want Cory to stack more on himself. However, that worry was never going to form as Cory and Dayana just stood there in shock as they watched how Cassy was laying down the hurt on someone.

"Don't you ever, ever lay your hand on my girl, ever again?!" Cassy roared as she stood over the man.

"Zoe!" Dayana shouted, rushing over to her sister's side when she saw how Zoe was on the floor holding the left side of her face with the sorority girls ringing her.

"Oh, it's the cheating, lying douche that seems he can't keep his hands to himself," Cory spoke in a dark tone. "That was some awesome butt whooping," he said with a smile on his face, holding out his hand as he praised her. "Nah-uh, where the fuck do you think you're going?" Cory spoke, standing on the man's chest. "You assault my sister, and you think you're walking out of here with your nuts intact?" he asked, ignoring the weird look Cassy was giving him. "Really? You going to leave me hanging like that, Pixie? That's just cold," he sighed, shaking his head as he lowered his hand. "So, you ever play soccer?" Cory inquired with a sinister grin on his lips. "I'll hold his legs, and you go for the field goal." Wondering what was up with her, given how she's yet to utter a word other than to give him that weirded-out look.

"No. It's my field goal?!" Zoe growled when she got to her feet with the help of Dayana and her friends. "Hold him steady, Cory," she commanded. "You fucking piece of shit!" Her legs swung, her foot moving in an arc before landing squarely on the man's jewels. Listening to the man's howls of pain as she hammered her point home four more times. "If I ever see you again, next time I'll use a Taser! You got that, you fucking pig?!" Zoe screamed in the man's face as she held her ex-boyfriend by tufts of his hair.

The party goers, along with the four of them, stood out front of the sorority house as a couple of the guys attending the party physically tossed Zoe's ex-boyfriend off the property. All the while, Cory noted how Cassy was eyeing him and not the show before her.

"You okay, Zoe?" Cory asked, noticing the mark the man left on her left cheek.

"Yeah, just can't believe I bought into his fucking lies." Zoe hissed as she crossed her arms below her breasts.

"Don't worry, hon, I'll make sure that idiot never gets close to you again," Cassy said in a caring tone as she pulled Zoe into her. She just couldn't get what she saw out of her mind. That was not something a brother and sister were supposed to do?! Wondering if she should call the authorities? What then? What would happen if she did? What would happen to her and Zoe? Just what was she to do now that she knew? Then another wave of questions plagued her mind as she slyly glanced at Zoe. Wondering if Zoe, too, had been with him. Her mind flashed back to what her mind had thought days ago.

"Take me home baby; he ruined this night. I need to feel you holding me," Zoe muttered as she snuggled up against Cassy's chest.

"Of course, baby," Cassy said, rocking Zoe in her arms while lightly rubbing her back. She had to confront Cory. There was no denying that she would just have to deal with the fallout and hope and pray that she and Zoe were still together afterwards.

Chapter Six.

"Zoe, what happened to your face?" Jairo asked in a fatherly tone when he noted the large red mark on the side of his daughter's face.

"Who did that to you?!" Celeste asked in a protective motherly tone when she got up from her seat on the couch where she and Jairo had been snuggling on.

"It's nothing; he's not worth mentioning," Zoe said, her face burning at how protective her parents were.

"Don't worry, the fool won't be walking or reproducing anytime soon," Cory said as he shut the door once Dayana entered after Zoe and Cassy. "Should have seen Cassy laying the beat down on the douche. Did not see Pixie having that in her." Shrugging at Dayana when Cassy was giving him the cold shoulder.

"I need to freshen up, but I'll be in there soon to continue our adventures in Wonderland," Dayana said in a loving tone as she and Cory stood in Cory's bedroom. "And afterwards, I'll treat my boyfriend for being so good on our date," she stated in a sultry purr; her fingertips teased his manhood before she sauntered off towards her room.

Cory turned around when his bedroom door slammed shut, and Cassy shoved a chair under the knob. A perplexed look appeared on his face as his fingers stilled as he unbuttoned his shirt. Stumbling to the right, his eyes wide in shock at the unprovoked slap across the left side of his face.

"What the..." Again, his face stung like mad as Cassy's smack landed on his right cheek.

"You sick fuck?!" Cassy hissed as Cory quickly went into a protective stance with his arms up, protecting his head. "How can you do that?! She's your sister! You disgust me?!" she spat in Cory's face when he took hold of her arms.

"Did you enjoy eating the creampies out of Zoe?" Cory gloated darkly.

"Let go of me, you freak!"

"Says the freak that shags whomever and whatever she wants," Cory said, pushing Cassy back to the door of his room. Rolling his jaw to get the soreness out of it.

"How could you force..."

"I've forced no one. They came to me willingly," Cory said with a cocky grin. "Or are you just jealous I can make Zoe howl like you could never..." Bouncing on his feet, deflecting her punches without throwing one of his own. He might be a great many of the things people might like to call him, yet, he wasn't that type of a man to lay a hand on a woman. "Come on, Cassy, that all you got?"

"My name is Pixie?!" Cassy growled, lunging at him.

"Well, why should I call you that? You're the one that came to my room and assaulted me. Kind of puts a stop to one's friendship, doesn't it?"

"I should just call the cops and have them arrest you?!" Yelping in surprise when Cory body flipped her onto his bed. "Get off of me, you sick fuck!"

"I wonder if you're going to call Zoe that too," Cory mused as he tapped his chin in thought as he sat on her chest. "I guess this will be the end of the two of you. Oh well, guess you two have had a good run. Really didn't think this out, did you?" he asked, peering down at her. "Do you really think she's going to stay with you with the names, the assault on me, after tonight?"​