Fic: In Flagrante Delicto (Lilly/Weevil, Lilly/Duncan, Lilly/Veronica)
Fic Title: In Flagrante Delicto
Author: lit_chick08 aka Meg
Rating: NC-17 for strong sex and language
Word Count: 3022
Pairing: Lilly/Weevil, Kanecest, Lilly/Veronica, mentions of Lilly/Logan
Spoilers: Pre-series fic, so just know who everyone is
Disclaimer: I do not own “Veronica Mars;” I refuse to take responsibility for this season. Please don’t sue me.
Summary: Lilly Kane’s favorite thing had always been show and tell.
Warnings: This features incest between brother and sister. If this squicks you, 1) don’t read or 2) read it and then tell me I’m going to hell for writing it.
A/N: written for the Somebody’s Watching challenge at vm_library. Dedicated to and beta’ed by the incomparable taken_with_you, who deserved some smut after I flaked on the last three challenges. Feedback is appreciated, concrit welcome.
A/N2: For the purposes of this fic, assume Veronica knew about Lilly and Weevil before Season 1.
”What are you doing after school?”
Veronica removed her head from her locker, where she was searching for the butterfly hairclip that Duncan had given her for her fifteenth birthday that she never wore except when he was around. Tossing her long hair over her shoulder, Veronica quipped, “Solving world peace? Reading to blind orphans? Studying for that killer chemistry midterm I have next week?”
Lilly Kane gave her a confused look before asking, “Were you hitting the bong with Logan for the last hour?”
Rolling her eyes, Veronica patiently asked, “What would like me to be doing after school?”
Lilly brightly grinned. “Be in the metal shop at four o’clock and stay by the lockers.”
“What am I going to do in the metal shop?”
“It’s a surprise,” Lilly trilled as she skipped away, her silken blonde locks bouncing around her slender shoulders, leaving a trail of fruity perfume and panting teenage boys in her wake.
* * *
Veronica had never been in the metal shop before; she had never needed to be, and she couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the dirty, foul-smelling place. She knew that the people who spent their days in here were usually PCH bikers and burnouts, and she couldn’t imagine why Lilly would want to meet her here, of all places.
Glancing at the clock on the far wall, Veronica saw that Lilly was already ten minutes late and, annoyed, she turned on her heel to leave when she heard a whimper that sounded like her best friend’s voice. Carefully stepping around some of the machinery, she turned the corner and was so shocked that she nearly tripped face first into the ground.
There stood Weevil Navarro, his pants around his ankles as he thrust into someone with long, pale legs that were wrapped around his waist, legs that were attached to the only daughter of billionaire Jake Kane.
Veronica’s jaw dropped, disbelief not a strong enough word for what was shooting through her in that moment. Lilly had been dating Logan since they were thirteen; why would she be having sex with Weevil Navarro, for God’s sake? She could have anyone, be with anyone…And apparently she was choosing to screw Weevil after school in the metal shop.
“Fuck, yes!” Lilly cried, hauling herself upwards, locking her arms around Weevil’s neck, pulling herself into a sitting position.
Veronica watched as Lilly dug her nails into his golden brown skin, leaving half(-)moon marks in her wake, and, as Veronica began to stumble backwards, she froze when Lilly looked straight at her. All the air in Veronica’s lungs escaped, humiliated at being caught watching, and then her heart stopped at Lilly’s next action.
She winked and blew her a kiss.
Veronica stumbled out of the metal shop, vowing to never speak to her best friend again as her face flamed red in embarrassment.
She’d never admit that her arousal had equaled her shame.
* * *
“Are you still mad at me?”
Veronica, who had been seated at Inga’s place at the front desk, answering calls while the secretary was out sick, looked up quickly, shocked both by the fact that Lilly had actually entered the police station and that she would want to bring up this topic in earshot of every cop in the county.
“Yes,” she hissed, “and what are you doing here?”
Draping herself over the desk in a way that was equal parts seductive and imploring, Lilly drawled, “C’mon, Veronica. Did you really think that having Lianne tell me you were always studying was gonna stop us from talking?” Leaning in even closer, a long, manicured finger curling around a lock of Veronica’s hair, she pouted her painted lips and mock-pleaded, “Don’t be mad anymore. It was just supposed to be fun.”
Gently extracting her best friend’s finger from her hair, she snapped, “What was supposed to be fun, you cheating on Logan or you inviting me to watch it?”
“I couldn’t just tell you about me and Weevil; where’s the fun in that? Besides, it was just like those videos Miss Bartrum shows.”
“What? Last time I checked, Miss Bartrum didn’t show porn!”
“Well, duh, Veronica. I mean, it’s like how she shows those stupid wildlife films that show the tigers humping each other like crazy. She does it so we know how animals reproduce; I was just trying to show you-”
“How you and Weevil reproduce?”
Rolling her eyes, she corrected, as if horribly put out, “No, how to do it. Face it: you and Donut are totally clueless about the birds and the bees. I wanted to be, like, a tutor.”
“A tutor?”
“Yeah! Everyone has their specialty, right? Well, that’s mine. I just wanted to show you how to do it, Veronica. I mean, you turn bright red any time anyone even says the word ‘sex’. How are you gonna do it if you can’t even say it?” Inclining her head so that there was barely an inch of space between them, she sighed, “It’s all for you, Veronica.”
Feeling her resolve weaken, Veronica mumbled, “You could’ve just told me what you had planned.”
Lilly grinned, the brilliance of it making Veronica ache for the kind of confidence she demonstrated effortlessly. “You wouldn’t love me half as much if I were boring and predictable like Donut.”
Before Veronica could argue that point, Keith exited his office and, seeing Lilly at the front desk, he asked, “Are you here to file a report, Miss Kane?”
Lilly grinned mischievously. “Actually, I am, Sheriff. I think that it’s an absolute crime that young Veronica is slaving away on a Saturday afternoon when she could be outside experiencing the gloriousness of this September day.”
Keith crossed his arms across his chest, a smile playing at his lips. “A crime, you say?”
“The most severe kind of crime,” Lilly somberly emphasized.
“Well then, as Sheriff, I suppose it’s my duty that I dismiss young Veronica here and send her out into the world with someone to enjoy the weekend with.”
“I will gladly accept that position.”
As Keith told Veronica to make sure to call Lianne later to tell her where she was, Veronica couldn’t help but internally laugh at the fact that Lilly was able to manipulate her father just as well as she did any other boy they knew.
* * *
Veronica woke up in the middle of the night in the Kane guest room to the sound of rhythmic thumping. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on the clock on the bedside table, the one that told her that it was 3:30 in the morning. Kicking away the feather comforter that cost more than her entire bedroom set, she walked down the plush carpeting that Celeste had installed only last month towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.
As Veronica sipped from her glass, she glanced around the Kane living room, large and imposing like everything else in the house. She had spent as much time here as she had her own home, had wandered the halls at night and performed skits with Lilly in the light of day for a laughing Jake Kane. He would always smile at them, call them his girls, and give them each a crisp ten dollar bill for their “shows” while Celeste would snap not to encourage them. Veronica had never cared for Celeste Kane, but she had always liked Jake, as he insisted long ago she call him. For as much as Veronica adored Keith Mars, she was still touched when she realized that Jake Kane kept a photo of her with Lilly and Duncan on his desk at work, that he thought of her as one of his own.
Veronica had rinsed her glass and returned it to the cabinet, heading back to her room, when she heard that same thumping noise again. As she headed further down the hallway, the noise became louder, and, intrigued, she followed the sound of it. When she realized that it was coming from Duncan’s bedroom, she became worried, afraid that maybe he was having a nightmare. Pushing open his door, which wasn’t completely closed, Veronica poked her head around the doorframe and then turned to stone.
There, in the muted light, was Duncan Kane, her boyfriend, the boy she loved, plowing so hard into his sister’s upturned ass that the headboard repeatedly hit the wall.
It was as if the time had slowed to a stop as Veronica watched the taboo coupling that unfolded before her. Lilly’s long, pale locks shimmered like water across the unblemished canvas of her back, her skin luminescent in the weak light. Her hands knotted in the Egyptian cotton of Duncan’s blue sheets, and Veronica noticed the tremble in the muscles of Lilly’s thighs as she moved her hips forcefully backward to meet her brother’s thrusts.
Veronica couldn’t help but stare at Duncan and realize that she had never seen him like this before. It wasn’t just that she had never seen him in the middle of sex; it was that she had never seen him appear to be so…light. Even when he was laughing, Duncan always appeared to be burdened by something that Veronica could never quite understand. But right this moment, with a bruising grip on Lilly’s hips, balanced precariously on his knees, his dirty blond bangs plastered to his forehead from sweat, Duncan Kane looked absolutely at peace.
“Lilly,” he gasped, his voice strained, his head tilting back in pleasure.
“Duncan,” she panted in return, trying to lift herself up off of her hands, one arm blindly reaching backwards in an attempt to pull him closer. She couldn’t maintain her balance and, with a grunt of frustration, resumed her position of being on all fours.
This was worse than seeing Lilly with Weevil in the metal shop, worse than anything Veronica had ever witnessed in her lifetime, and yet…and yet…
She had never seen anything as disgustingly beautiful in her short life.
Her own experiences with Duncan were awkward fumblings in the backseat of his car, in her living room when her parents were gone, on the sheets where he was currently sodomizing his big sister. His kisses were clumsy, his touches so tentative that they were hardly worth it, and he always seemed embarrassed whenever she tried to touch him. He always said that he didn’t want to push her, rush her, make her feel uncomfortable.
There was no evidence of that Duncan Kane in this bedroom that smelled of sex and sin.
The muscles in Duncan’s back and butt danced as he steadily moved inside Lilly’s ass, his breaths becoming quicker and sharper as the scene unfolded. Lilly was tossing her head back and forth, mumbling her pleasure, crying out curse words that would’ve made Veronica blush if the sibling sex show hadn’t done that already, and Veronica jumped when the sound of a smack echoed throughout the relative silence of the room. It took a moment for her to link the smack and the cry that Lilly released with the movement of Duncan’s hand, but the puzzle fit together as she watched his hand descend once and then twice in quick succession, the flat of his palm connecting with Lilly’s soft haunches, causing the milky skin to burn red.
“Fuck!” Lilly grunted, throwing herself back even harder, effectively impaling herself on Duncan’s cock. She stilled her thrust, rotating her hips, grinding, and Duncan cried out as if in pain, his fingers biting hard enough into her flesh that there would be fingerprint bruises there in the morning.
“I need to come,” she began to keen. “Please, baby, please!”
For the first time since Veronica had walked in on this, she saw guilt and shame flash across Duncan’s features at the reminder of his relationship to the girl he was so passionately fucking. Veronica was familiar with that expression; it was the one he always wore when he thought that they had gone too far.
However, what was enough to stop him with Veronica, was not enough to stop him with Lilly, for his hand obediently slid from its death grip on her side to the shadowed vee between her legs. Veronica’s view was obscured, but she knew instantly what was happening for Lilly began to moan and thrash with renewed passion as Duncan’s fingers assuredly slipped and slid inside her, stroking her neglected inner walls, his thumb polishing her engorged clit. Lilly reached backwards again, one arm waving helplessly, and Veronica had no idea what was happening until Duncan momentarily stopped his ministrations, hauling Lilly up onto her knees so that his chest was pressed against her back. Sliding his left arm around her waist to hold her up, Duncan’s right hand resumed the stroking of her pink inner flesh.
Lilly gasped and whimpered, one of her arms hooking around his neck, drawing his lips against her throat, while her other hand tugged, pinched, and twisted at her erect nipples. Veronica watched in fascination as Lilly began to quiver and shake, biting her lower lip to keep from shrieking loud enough to wake Jake and Celeste, leaving a perfect imprint of her teeth. As Lilly trembled through her orgasm, Duncan groaned heavily, and, from the cry that ripped from both the Kane siblings, Veronica knew that Duncan had come inside his sister.
With a grunt, Duncan withdrew from Lilly’s tight passage, flopping onto his back, exhaustion claiming him. As he drifted off to sleep without a word to Lilly, the girl in question lifted herself off of the bed, determined to find her forgotten pajamas. When she turned, Veronica realized that she hadn’t moved since the spectacle was over, and Lilly saw her. The shock that filled Lilly’s face made Veronica realize that she hadn’t orchestrated this adventure in voyeurism for her best friend, that it truly had been an accident.
“Veronica,” she whispered, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb Duncan. Even at this moment, Lilly knew that it would not be beneficial for her brother to find his precious Veronica in his room.
Embarrassed, confused, and aroused, Veronica said nothing, choosing to spin on her heel and rush from the room. The moment she got into the guest room, she slid under the cover, wishing that it would all be a dream.
Unfortunately, sleep would not come until she had reached two self-induced orgasms, the image of her best friend and her boyfriend, the sister and brother, fucking behind her eyelids.
* * *
It was early, not even six, when Veronica woke up to the depression of the other side of the mattress. She felt the warmth from Lilly’s body even before she spooned herself behind Veronica, one arm circling her waist as she rested her chin on Veronica’s left shoulder. Veronica tried to jerk away, but Lilly held fast, determined.
“Don’t be jealous,” she softly implored.
“Jealous?” Veronica gasped in disbelief. “That’s what you think I am?”
“He needs me, Veronica.”
Turning her head to look Lilly in the eye, Veronica breathed against Lilly’s mouth, “He’s your brother, Lilly!”
Her face was surprisingly blank as she assured her, “I know.”
“It’s wrong! How can you let him-”
Veronica gasped as her words were swallowed by Lilly’s mouth. It wasn’t the first time Lilly had kissed her; there had been that time at the Homecoming Dance when too much champagne and a silly dare had inspired her to shock Logan and Duncan. But it was the first time that Lilly had ever seriously kissed her, that Veronica had ever been really kissed by another girl. She was surprised that she didn’t push her away as soon as their lips touched, but she would reason later that it was because it was Lilly, and her mouth was warm and sweet, tasting even at dawn like strawberry lip gloss.
Lilly’s tongue was gentle in asking entrance to Veronica’s mouth, and Veronica complied because when had she ever said no to Lilly Kane? Without even meaning to, Veronica turned to her other side, her legs entwining with Lilly’s, her hand tentatively cupping the blonde’s cheek. Lilly, always the more adventurous, slid her hand beneath Veronica’s thin tank top, cupping her small breast, brushing Veronica’s nipple with her thumb. Veronica gasped, pulling away in surprise at the rush of heat that streaked straight to her core, and Lilly grinned in assurance, knowing what she was doing.
With a smile that was far less calculating than the one she ever gave to Logan or Weevil or even Duncan, Lilly murmured, “You know I love you best, right?”
“I know,” Veronica assured her, because she did know. She knew Lilly Kane better than anyone, and no matter what she did, no matter how many times she upset her or teased her or let Veronica’s boyfriend take her, she was still Lilly, and Veronica loved her for that.
Their lips met again, softer this time, a reassurance, and for the rest of her life, Veronica would wonder why she let Lilly undress her, let Lilly’s sure hands travel paths across her body that Duncan’s never had, let Lilly’s mouth be the first to explore the untried softness between her thighs. She would wonder why she tangled her fingers into Lilly’s long hair rather than push her away, wonder why the orgasm that Lilly brought her to was always the sweetest in her memory, wonder why the taste of herself on Lilly’s lips had made her wet all over again.
And for the rest of her life, as she remembered that morning in the Kanes’ guest room with Lilly wrapped around her, pressing kisses to her body and assuring her that she loved Veronica best and that having sex with Duncan was important, but not as important as what she shared with Veronica; Veronica would wonder if, as Lilly had licked and suckled and slid two fingers inside Veronica’s body, she had thought Veronica was her sister and if that hadn’t been half the fun of doing it.
Author: lit_chick08 aka Meg
Rating: NC-17 for strong sex and language
Word Count: 3022
Pairing: Lilly/Weevil, Kanecest, Lilly/Veronica, mentions of Lilly/Logan
Spoilers: Pre-series fic, so just know who everyone is
Disclaimer: I do not own “Veronica Mars;” I refuse to take responsibility for this season. Please don’t sue me.
Summary: Lilly Kane’s favorite thing had always been show and tell.
Warnings: This features incest between brother and sister. If this squicks you, 1) don’t read or 2) read it and then tell me I’m going to hell for writing it.
A/N: written for the Somebody’s Watching challenge at vm_library. Dedicated to and beta’ed by the incomparable taken_with_you, who deserved some smut after I flaked on the last three challenges. Feedback is appreciated, concrit welcome.
A/N2: For the purposes of this fic, assume Veronica knew about Lilly and Weevil before Season 1.
”What are you doing after school?”
Veronica removed her head from her locker, where she was searching for the butterfly hairclip that Duncan had given her for her fifteenth birthday that she never wore except when he was around. Tossing her long hair over her shoulder, Veronica quipped, “Solving world peace? Reading to blind orphans? Studying for that killer chemistry midterm I have next week?”
Lilly Kane gave her a confused look before asking, “Were you hitting the bong with Logan for the last hour?”
Rolling her eyes, Veronica patiently asked, “What would like me to be doing after school?”
Lilly brightly grinned. “Be in the metal shop at four o’clock and stay by the lockers.”
“What am I going to do in the metal shop?”
“It’s a surprise,” Lilly trilled as she skipped away, her silken blonde locks bouncing around her slender shoulders, leaving a trail of fruity perfume and panting teenage boys in her wake.
* * *
Veronica had never been in the metal shop before; she had never needed to be, and she couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the dirty, foul-smelling place. She knew that the people who spent their days in here were usually PCH bikers and burnouts, and she couldn’t imagine why Lilly would want to meet her here, of all places.
Glancing at the clock on the far wall, Veronica saw that Lilly was already ten minutes late and, annoyed, she turned on her heel to leave when she heard a whimper that sounded like her best friend’s voice. Carefully stepping around some of the machinery, she turned the corner and was so shocked that she nearly tripped face first into the ground.
There stood Weevil Navarro, his pants around his ankles as he thrust into someone with long, pale legs that were wrapped around his waist, legs that were attached to the only daughter of billionaire Jake Kane.
Veronica’s jaw dropped, disbelief not a strong enough word for what was shooting through her in that moment. Lilly had been dating Logan since they were thirteen; why would she be having sex with Weevil Navarro, for God’s sake? She could have anyone, be with anyone…And apparently she was choosing to screw Weevil after school in the metal shop.
“Fuck, yes!” Lilly cried, hauling herself upwards, locking her arms around Weevil’s neck, pulling herself into a sitting position.
Veronica watched as Lilly dug her nails into his golden brown skin, leaving half(-)moon marks in her wake, and, as Veronica began to stumble backwards, she froze when Lilly looked straight at her. All the air in Veronica’s lungs escaped, humiliated at being caught watching, and then her heart stopped at Lilly’s next action.
She winked and blew her a kiss.
Veronica stumbled out of the metal shop, vowing to never speak to her best friend again as her face flamed red in embarrassment.
She’d never admit that her arousal had equaled her shame.
* * *
“Are you still mad at me?”
Veronica, who had been seated at Inga’s place at the front desk, answering calls while the secretary was out sick, looked up quickly, shocked both by the fact that Lilly had actually entered the police station and that she would want to bring up this topic in earshot of every cop in the county.
“Yes,” she hissed, “and what are you doing here?”
Draping herself over the desk in a way that was equal parts seductive and imploring, Lilly drawled, “C’mon, Veronica. Did you really think that having Lianne tell me you were always studying was gonna stop us from talking?” Leaning in even closer, a long, manicured finger curling around a lock of Veronica’s hair, she pouted her painted lips and mock-pleaded, “Don’t be mad anymore. It was just supposed to be fun.”
Gently extracting her best friend’s finger from her hair, she snapped, “What was supposed to be fun, you cheating on Logan or you inviting me to watch it?”
“I couldn’t just tell you about me and Weevil; where’s the fun in that? Besides, it was just like those videos Miss Bartrum shows.”
“What? Last time I checked, Miss Bartrum didn’t show porn!”
“Well, duh, Veronica. I mean, it’s like how she shows those stupid wildlife films that show the tigers humping each other like crazy. She does it so we know how animals reproduce; I was just trying to show you-”
“How you and Weevil reproduce?”
Rolling her eyes, she corrected, as if horribly put out, “No, how to do it. Face it: you and Donut are totally clueless about the birds and the bees. I wanted to be, like, a tutor.”
“A tutor?”
“Yeah! Everyone has their specialty, right? Well, that’s mine. I just wanted to show you how to do it, Veronica. I mean, you turn bright red any time anyone even says the word ‘sex’. How are you gonna do it if you can’t even say it?” Inclining her head so that there was barely an inch of space between them, she sighed, “It’s all for you, Veronica.”
Feeling her resolve weaken, Veronica mumbled, “You could’ve just told me what you had planned.”
Lilly grinned, the brilliance of it making Veronica ache for the kind of confidence she demonstrated effortlessly. “You wouldn’t love me half as much if I were boring and predictable like Donut.”
Before Veronica could argue that point, Keith exited his office and, seeing Lilly at the front desk, he asked, “Are you here to file a report, Miss Kane?”
Lilly grinned mischievously. “Actually, I am, Sheriff. I think that it’s an absolute crime that young Veronica is slaving away on a Saturday afternoon when she could be outside experiencing the gloriousness of this September day.”
Keith crossed his arms across his chest, a smile playing at his lips. “A crime, you say?”
“The most severe kind of crime,” Lilly somberly emphasized.
“Well then, as Sheriff, I suppose it’s my duty that I dismiss young Veronica here and send her out into the world with someone to enjoy the weekend with.”
“I will gladly accept that position.”
As Keith told Veronica to make sure to call Lianne later to tell her where she was, Veronica couldn’t help but internally laugh at the fact that Lilly was able to manipulate her father just as well as she did any other boy they knew.
* * *
Veronica woke up in the middle of the night in the Kane guest room to the sound of rhythmic thumping. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on the clock on the bedside table, the one that told her that it was 3:30 in the morning. Kicking away the feather comforter that cost more than her entire bedroom set, she walked down the plush carpeting that Celeste had installed only last month towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.
As Veronica sipped from her glass, she glanced around the Kane living room, large and imposing like everything else in the house. She had spent as much time here as she had her own home, had wandered the halls at night and performed skits with Lilly in the light of day for a laughing Jake Kane. He would always smile at them, call them his girls, and give them each a crisp ten dollar bill for their “shows” while Celeste would snap not to encourage them. Veronica had never cared for Celeste Kane, but she had always liked Jake, as he insisted long ago she call him. For as much as Veronica adored Keith Mars, she was still touched when she realized that Jake Kane kept a photo of her with Lilly and Duncan on his desk at work, that he thought of her as one of his own.
Veronica had rinsed her glass and returned it to the cabinet, heading back to her room, when she heard that same thumping noise again. As she headed further down the hallway, the noise became louder, and, intrigued, she followed the sound of it. When she realized that it was coming from Duncan’s bedroom, she became worried, afraid that maybe he was having a nightmare. Pushing open his door, which wasn’t completely closed, Veronica poked her head around the doorframe and then turned to stone.
There, in the muted light, was Duncan Kane, her boyfriend, the boy she loved, plowing so hard into his sister’s upturned ass that the headboard repeatedly hit the wall.
It was as if the time had slowed to a stop as Veronica watched the taboo coupling that unfolded before her. Lilly’s long, pale locks shimmered like water across the unblemished canvas of her back, her skin luminescent in the weak light. Her hands knotted in the Egyptian cotton of Duncan’s blue sheets, and Veronica noticed the tremble in the muscles of Lilly’s thighs as she moved her hips forcefully backward to meet her brother’s thrusts.
Veronica couldn’t help but stare at Duncan and realize that she had never seen him like this before. It wasn’t just that she had never seen him in the middle of sex; it was that she had never seen him appear to be so…light. Even when he was laughing, Duncan always appeared to be burdened by something that Veronica could never quite understand. But right this moment, with a bruising grip on Lilly’s hips, balanced precariously on his knees, his dirty blond bangs plastered to his forehead from sweat, Duncan Kane looked absolutely at peace.
“Lilly,” he gasped, his voice strained, his head tilting back in pleasure.
“Duncan,” she panted in return, trying to lift herself up off of her hands, one arm blindly reaching backwards in an attempt to pull him closer. She couldn’t maintain her balance and, with a grunt of frustration, resumed her position of being on all fours.
This was worse than seeing Lilly with Weevil in the metal shop, worse than anything Veronica had ever witnessed in her lifetime, and yet…and yet…
She had never seen anything as disgustingly beautiful in her short life.
Her own experiences with Duncan were awkward fumblings in the backseat of his car, in her living room when her parents were gone, on the sheets where he was currently sodomizing his big sister. His kisses were clumsy, his touches so tentative that they were hardly worth it, and he always seemed embarrassed whenever she tried to touch him. He always said that he didn’t want to push her, rush her, make her feel uncomfortable.
There was no evidence of that Duncan Kane in this bedroom that smelled of sex and sin.
The muscles in Duncan’s back and butt danced as he steadily moved inside Lilly’s ass, his breaths becoming quicker and sharper as the scene unfolded. Lilly was tossing her head back and forth, mumbling her pleasure, crying out curse words that would’ve made Veronica blush if the sibling sex show hadn’t done that already, and Veronica jumped when the sound of a smack echoed throughout the relative silence of the room. It took a moment for her to link the smack and the cry that Lilly released with the movement of Duncan’s hand, but the puzzle fit together as she watched his hand descend once and then twice in quick succession, the flat of his palm connecting with Lilly’s soft haunches, causing the milky skin to burn red.
“Fuck!” Lilly grunted, throwing herself back even harder, effectively impaling herself on Duncan’s cock. She stilled her thrust, rotating her hips, grinding, and Duncan cried out as if in pain, his fingers biting hard enough into her flesh that there would be fingerprint bruises there in the morning.
“I need to come,” she began to keen. “Please, baby, please!”
For the first time since Veronica had walked in on this, she saw guilt and shame flash across Duncan’s features at the reminder of his relationship to the girl he was so passionately fucking. Veronica was familiar with that expression; it was the one he always wore when he thought that they had gone too far.
However, what was enough to stop him with Veronica, was not enough to stop him with Lilly, for his hand obediently slid from its death grip on her side to the shadowed vee between her legs. Veronica’s view was obscured, but she knew instantly what was happening for Lilly began to moan and thrash with renewed passion as Duncan’s fingers assuredly slipped and slid inside her, stroking her neglected inner walls, his thumb polishing her engorged clit. Lilly reached backwards again, one arm waving helplessly, and Veronica had no idea what was happening until Duncan momentarily stopped his ministrations, hauling Lilly up onto her knees so that his chest was pressed against her back. Sliding his left arm around her waist to hold her up, Duncan’s right hand resumed the stroking of her pink inner flesh.
Lilly gasped and whimpered, one of her arms hooking around his neck, drawing his lips against her throat, while her other hand tugged, pinched, and twisted at her erect nipples. Veronica watched in fascination as Lilly began to quiver and shake, biting her lower lip to keep from shrieking loud enough to wake Jake and Celeste, leaving a perfect imprint of her teeth. As Lilly trembled through her orgasm, Duncan groaned heavily, and, from the cry that ripped from both the Kane siblings, Veronica knew that Duncan had come inside his sister.
With a grunt, Duncan withdrew from Lilly’s tight passage, flopping onto his back, exhaustion claiming him. As he drifted off to sleep without a word to Lilly, the girl in question lifted herself off of the bed, determined to find her forgotten pajamas. When she turned, Veronica realized that she hadn’t moved since the spectacle was over, and Lilly saw her. The shock that filled Lilly’s face made Veronica realize that she hadn’t orchestrated this adventure in voyeurism for her best friend, that it truly had been an accident.
“Veronica,” she whispered, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb Duncan. Even at this moment, Lilly knew that it would not be beneficial for her brother to find his precious Veronica in his room.
Embarrassed, confused, and aroused, Veronica said nothing, choosing to spin on her heel and rush from the room. The moment she got into the guest room, she slid under the cover, wishing that it would all be a dream.
Unfortunately, sleep would not come until she had reached two self-induced orgasms, the image of her best friend and her boyfriend, the sister and brother, fucking behind her eyelids.
* * *
It was early, not even six, when Veronica woke up to the depression of the other side of the mattress. She felt the warmth from Lilly’s body even before she spooned herself behind Veronica, one arm circling her waist as she rested her chin on Veronica’s left shoulder. Veronica tried to jerk away, but Lilly held fast, determined.
“Don’t be jealous,” she softly implored.
“Jealous?” Veronica gasped in disbelief. “That’s what you think I am?”
“He needs me, Veronica.”
Turning her head to look Lilly in the eye, Veronica breathed against Lilly’s mouth, “He’s your brother, Lilly!”
Her face was surprisingly blank as she assured her, “I know.”
“It’s wrong! How can you let him-”
Veronica gasped as her words were swallowed by Lilly’s mouth. It wasn’t the first time Lilly had kissed her; there had been that time at the Homecoming Dance when too much champagne and a silly dare had inspired her to shock Logan and Duncan. But it was the first time that Lilly had ever seriously kissed her, that Veronica had ever been really kissed by another girl. She was surprised that she didn’t push her away as soon as their lips touched, but she would reason later that it was because it was Lilly, and her mouth was warm and sweet, tasting even at dawn like strawberry lip gloss.
Lilly’s tongue was gentle in asking entrance to Veronica’s mouth, and Veronica complied because when had she ever said no to Lilly Kane? Without even meaning to, Veronica turned to her other side, her legs entwining with Lilly’s, her hand tentatively cupping the blonde’s cheek. Lilly, always the more adventurous, slid her hand beneath Veronica’s thin tank top, cupping her small breast, brushing Veronica’s nipple with her thumb. Veronica gasped, pulling away in surprise at the rush of heat that streaked straight to her core, and Lilly grinned in assurance, knowing what she was doing.
With a smile that was far less calculating than the one she ever gave to Logan or Weevil or even Duncan, Lilly murmured, “You know I love you best, right?”
“I know,” Veronica assured her, because she did know. She knew Lilly Kane better than anyone, and no matter what she did, no matter how many times she upset her or teased her or let Veronica’s boyfriend take her, she was still Lilly, and Veronica loved her for that.
Their lips met again, softer this time, a reassurance, and for the rest of her life, Veronica would wonder why she let Lilly undress her, let Lilly’s sure hands travel paths across her body that Duncan’s never had, let Lilly’s mouth be the first to explore the untried softness between her thighs. She would wonder why she tangled her fingers into Lilly’s long hair rather than push her away, wonder why the orgasm that Lilly brought her to was always the sweetest in her memory, wonder why the taste of herself on Lilly’s lips had made her wet all over again.
And for the rest of her life, as she remembered that morning in the Kanes’ guest room with Lilly wrapped around her, pressing kisses to her body and assuring her that she loved Veronica best and that having sex with Duncan was important, but not as important as what she shared with Veronica; Veronica would wonder if, as Lilly had licked and suckled and slid two fingers inside Veronica’s body, she had thought Veronica was her sister and if that hadn’t been half the fun of doing it.