Something Different

Two days flew by, I spent most of the time on my tablet setting up, My Play List, or practicing at the Club. It had been closed for a week making renovations. I realized what I was doing seemed like Karaoke but, I added personal shit that would be the real performance. I was actually thinking about being on one of those shows.

I’d talked to one of the searchers a week ago and that’s what I thought about as Nate drove the beast in direction of the Club. Cass along with her friends were in the backseat chattering like birds, my phone was on fire, and Nathan wasn’t smiling looking over at me from time to time.

The girls and a boy piled out, Nate took my hand, “Am I gonna have to make an appointment to see you tomorrow?” He asked to my shoulders shrugging; shaking my head, No.

The place was packed and a long line out front as we walked in. A camera was on the door and the place erupted when I saw myself on all the new screens. This was more than I ever expected; had to be at max capacity, maybe four hundred kids, and some security.

This was the ‘New Grand Opening’. I recognized a lot of faces and Cass along with her crew spread out. On the split-screen the list of people who were singing and the songs, the other still on the door. Little did I know my sister and friends were live streaming.

I saw CJ on the screen and it just said, ‘playlist’. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Grampy? It was too loud, I couldn’t answer, so I sent a text that I’d call him back. Waiting, I mingled. There were hi-fives, people I didn’t know telling me they loved me, and then the chant started. “CJ”.

Just so you know; people chanting your name can give you a hard-on. I was in a button-down shirt and the tightest 501s. Not comfortable pants to get a hard-on in. And the shirt didn’t cum down far enough to cover what was going on below.

I made my way through the crowd, pats on my back, girls saying they wanted to have my baby. ‘Honestly?’

I sat at my new keyboard, saw myself on the screens, and took a deep breath. I was gonna do five songs and the first was a comical one, ‘Wildwood Weed’.

I sat at the board plunking on keys telling a story from decades before I was born but so relevant today. “The name of this song is, Wildwood Flower.” And cheering started as I twanged.

“Now, what you might not know is, The Wildwood Flower, is an old country classic that’s gained a whole new popularity.” And I laughed with everyone.

“The song isn’t doing well but the flower’s doing, real-good.” This was well received.

“Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm, we never no’d what it was called.” And there were hoots.

“Some said it’s a flower, some says it’s a weed, I never gived it much thought. One day I was out there talking to my brother and reached for a weed to chew on. Well, things got fuzzy, things got blurry, then everything was gone.” I was laughing pretty hard by now.

And more laughs. “But I knew it beat the shit out of sniffing burlap.” This was far beyond any expectation.

“I cum too and my brother was there asking; ‘what’s wrong with your eyes’? I said I don’t know, I was chewing on a weed, and he said let me give it a try.”

“I spent the rest of that day, and most of that night trying to find my brother, Bill. Caught up with him about six the next morning, naked, singing on a windmill. He said he flew up there; I had to fly up and get him down, he’s about half crazy.” This place was on fire.

I mean back in the seventies, ‘I’m dating myself,’ dirt weed got you stoned. “Well, I’m here to tell you: the very next day we picked a bunch of those weeds and put them in the sun to dry. We mashed them up, cleaned them off, and put it in a corncob pipe. We never saw no harm, thought it was kind of handy; take a trip and never leave the farm.” Yes, this was going well.

There were screams of laughter, kids vaping, laughter was the biggest thing. “One day these fellers from Washington came by, spied em, turned white as a sheet.” I was having fun adding as much corncob pipe accent as I could.

“They dug and they burned, burned and they dug; they killed all our pretty little flowers. Then they drove away. We just smiled and waved, sitting on that bag of seeds.” And I took a break letting a few others do what they wanted. I felt sorry for them because most of the crowd came for me; having no idea.

Then again, CJ on the screen. “He was great, wasn’t he?” I said to the crowd, clapping. There would be no following me; this was all, Camron. I could touch myself, touch whoever I wanted; maybe even grab a pussy? That’s cool now, I guess. ‘Let's’ Get It On.’

I sat at the keyboard, let the organ rain sound down, then, “I’ve been really trying, baby. Trying to hold back this feeling for so long.” I moved not being able to help it: gravel finding my voice.

It’s hard sometimes, holding back how your body wants to move. “And if you feel like, like I do, baby; Then, Let’s get it On. Aw baby; lets’ get it on.” Now I was walking around. Searching the crowd.

I was hands-free, one hand up under my shirt; the other covering my 501 bulge.

My headset caught my voice and the camera my eyes. I moved still searching the crowd. I saw her. I pulled the hand cupping myself, pointed, and gave her the finger sign to cum down; then you and me, thing. She wasn’t the prettiest girl or the smallest.

“Aw, Baby. Lets’ get it on.” I pulled her back to my front. “Lets’ get it on,” I said moving with my hands finding her belly. Me swaying behind her.

“Lets’ get it On; Sugar.” And I walked the crowd again leaving her alone under the lights.

“Lets’ Get It on;” and I pointed to another girl; with my, cum fuck me eyes.

“So much to give,” I sang bringing her down. Now a hand on the stomach of two girls. This was hotter than; fuck. Webster’s’ will have to find a word for it.

“Let’s Love, Baby.” And I left them there.

“We’re all sensitive people. So much to give.” And I wandered, watching everyone, looking for him. “Understand me, Sugar.” And we locked eyes.

Again the ‘cum hither, young boy’ and fingers. Carlton. My arm went around his waist, bringing his smaller frame down to the two girls but his back was to my front.

“Since we got to be here, let’s let it; I love you” and I moved behind him. Music made it happen.

“Lets’ Get It On.” I was lost in what was happening, my eyes closed, and thinking of, Nathan. I moved in front of them taking a knee.

“We’re… all sensitive people, so… much to give.” I was looking at the camera behind them.

“Understand me, sugar. Since… we got to be here; Lets’ Get It On.” This… was… the… moment.

“There’s… nothing wrong with me; loving you…” And I looked at all three of them then turned back to everyone.

“Since we all are here; lets’ leave it at the door. I Love You. There’s nothing wrong with you or me; loving you.” Now I took a hand, grinned with a girl, kissed her hand, before releasing her back to the crowd.

I saw myself on the screens, could see people screaming, but couldn’t hear them. I reached for the second girl. “Now if you want to give yourself to me; it could never be wrong” I kissed her hand and did like the other releasing her back to the crowd.

Now it was shy, Carlton. “Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?” And I was behind my sister's boy toy’ This was not planned.

I knew I was seriously fucking with people; understood I was performing, when others didn’t. I had like twenty songs on my playlist, never really thought about this one. Like I said, the headphones drowned out what was going on. Carlton was scared shitless.

I was behind him singing, “Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be? I’m not asking you to get it on with me. Just get it on. I’m not gonna push you,” and with a hand, to his back, I did just that and he found comfort in the crowd.

Like by random, I found Cass. There was no plan. I did as I had with the others, fingers, eyes that didn’t change because she was my sister. “Lets’ Get It On, Baby.” She moved with me like skin. Her hands went around my neck as her hundred-pound frame found my middle; her legs locked on my ass. I turned us to the camera.

“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?” We sang looking at each other. I put my sister down and did the same motion back to the crowd.

“I’m asking you, babies. Get it On with Me. I Ain’t gonna worry, Ain’t gonna push; I’d never push you, baby.”

Now I saw him; this wasn’t the plan but I had hurt him and needed to make it right. “Lets’ Get it on, Nathan. Lets’ Get It On. You know what I’m talking about?” I hoped he wouldn’t leave us stranded.

“Come on, people. You know what I’m talking about. Let your love cum out.” and he walked down.

Here we all were; I had no, fuckin, idea, what was going on. “Lets’ Get It On, Oh, yeah… Let's Get It On’.

I could hear him in my headphones; “Is this what you want, Cam?” There were a lot of questions and I had no idea which one he wanted an answer to.

He put his arms over my shoulders, I read his lips. “I’d never push you, Cam. Lets’ stop beating around the bush. Lets’ get it on. You know what I’m talking about; cum on, Nathan.” He kissed me on the cheeks shaking his head no; turning back to the crowd.

I followed him. “Really, Nate? You can’t let your love cum out?” He stopped and turned. “I know you know what I’ve been dreaming of.” He was crying.

Now I had tears, “Nate, you give me good feelings; there’s nothing wrong with love, Nathan. If you want my love, just let yourself go.” He turned walking back into the crowd. Just walked away from me.

I left the stage making eye contact with all those who came with us. To say I was sad is an understatement. The girls and a boy in the back were chattering like birds, “They’re all cuming home with us, NRD.” He didn’t acknowledge her.

My phone syncs with the beast and ‘Grampy’ came over the speakers when we pulled into the garage.

“What up, Old Man?” his voice was heard by all.

“What up with you, Boy?” and Cass was trying to quiet her friends.

“Just hanging, Grampy.”

“Don’t lie to me, Camron. Do you know what happened tonight?”

“What?” I asked like he was there.

“Your sister sent me a link.” And I looked back at Cass as she raised both hands.

“What did you see?” I asked.

“You and that Boy. The one with the curly hair. You like him?”

I thought about his question. “I like ice cream and liquorish. I love my best friend and you know his name.”

“What does Nathan think?” he asked and I looked at Nate.

“I don’t know, Grampy?”

“You told him, I saw. He walked away, Cam. Your sister?”

“She can hear you.”

“Hi, Honey. I miss you.”

“Miss you too, G,” she said over my shoulder.

“You guys seemed to have a good time tonight. Do I need to cum over there and open a can on his curly-haired friend?”

“No Grampy. I think they’re good. But your Grandson is a Man Whore.”

“You watch your mouth, little girl. You do know your links had others attached? I saw you kissing and rubbing, and not just boys. Don’t tell your Grammy, I played a little when I was young.”

“Ewe Grampy. I can never un-hear that and the visual will give me nightmares.”

“Honey? Tell me about that boy?”

“We’re on speaker and I will call you later, G. Bye.” And the call ended.

They all got out of the beast and there was a silence between us. Yes, what happened a few days ago was bad. He let me do things with the rings on, let me put myself in him, and we came. But after. His scream woke me, I was driving into him from behind, just ramming him.

It was a dream, I thought he was, Cass. And I told him that, only making things worse. “You think about your sister when we do this?”

It sounded rational in my head but hearing those words cum from my mouth; not so… good. It was a dream; I was fucking my little sister from behind because that’s what I have always wanted to do. Just call me, sick.

She would fall asleep on me, in my bed, it was just the way it was. Cass and I are only eight-teen months apart. Two years ago when I was sixteen and she was behind me by that many months; she was in my bed again.

Depending on how bad it had been, the dream that brought her to my bed again, depended on how we slept. One would be her head in the crook of my neck, an arm over me, and a knee resting in a spot that isn’t good. The other was different. She’d back into me till she was the little spoon. It was like she just wanted to melt into me.

I am here to tell you; someone grinds on you, shit’s gonna happen. That’s when I had the talk with her. I mean there were times when her screams didn’t wake me, but I’d wake up one way or the other. I didn’t have a girlfriend, I loved the warm contact, but this needed to stop.

Now I had woken up stiff, had her knee pushing on my balls, and her hot hand on my hard junk. I knew in my heart of hearts that if she wanted to touch me like that I would cum one way or another. I woke up one night with her jacking me.

“Let me do this for you, Brother.” She pleaded. And then she was slobbering on my raging cock.

“Cass? You gotta stop.” It was more of a feeble request than an order. She didn’t.

Her hand worked with her lips, up and down, and all around; my first blowjob. My hand found her wetness and for the first time, I sank my fingers into another person’s body. She rode those fingers as she sucked my throbbing cock; she was doing a good job as best I could tell.

I never knew if it was sucking her brothers’ dick, or if it was riding my fingers; she came when I did and slurped up every drop. Cass moaned as her nose rested in my balls, I knew most of my eight inches was in my little sister’s throat. We never did that again.

“I’m sorry, Nathan.”

“You said that already. You need to cum to terms, CJ. You raped me thinking I was your little sister; that’s fucked up. I’m going home.”

“You don’t know what we’ve been through. You saw when she came to our bed, saw the fear from whatever haunts her. It’s been like that since we were kids. I was the only one, Nate.” His look changed.

I came clean. “She might have been eight; I was ten or so. It’s been that way ever since. She was the first,” And I closed my eyes.

“First what?” he asked concerned.

“A couple of years ago she sucked me off.” Again it sounded way worse cuming out of my mouth.

“WHAT?” He asked shaking his head back and forth.

“She’d had a bad dream and I woke up to her stroking me; I was hard. What can I say?”

“WHAT? Never mind, I’m going home.”

“Wait.” And I hit the door locks. “Not till you hear all of it.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” And he didn’t.

“She had been cuming to my bed for a long time. It only happened that one time.” Again it sounded better in my head.

“That doesn’t explain what you did to me.” He was right.

“OK. You’re right, it doesn’t. I’ve had these dreams for a while. I don’t know why. I dream about fucking her; and not in a way we do. I hate what she took from me. You don’t have a sister but think about her taking your cock and cum in her mouth?” That was a fist full and he was thinking.

“Don’t even think for a minute I thought about her when you did it. The dream isn’t a good one. It is always a violent fuck. That’s what it was Nate; a dream.” I think that was the most honest thing I’d said.

“You’re as much a victim to Cass as I am. You need to end this, Camron.” And he opened the door.

I started to cry. Tonight had been mind, altering. What happened, the kids I fucked with, the heads I fucked with. “I honestly wish it would have been you, Nate” Again it sounded better in my head.

“Wait. I do wish it would have been you, NRD. But you need to hear this. She did swallow my dick and cum, and fingers I pushed inside her. The dream I have, though.” And now his hand brushed a tear and took my hand.

“You need to talk to someone, Cam.”

“I am. I’m talking to you.”

“I, you need. It isn’t me you need to talk to.”

“I’m so… fuckin sorry. Don’t leave me alone tonight. I don’t know what you’d find in the morning.”

“OK. But you need to fuck, Cass.” It sounded strange but he was right. I needed to rape my little sister.