Learning to Flirt
Copyright© 2026 by Axad Artin
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Gabe's sister starts flirting with him and one thing leads to another
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Oral Sex
When JJ set her phone down, I asked, “Texting Katharine?”
“Yes.”
JJ didn’t seem to want to discuss it, so I asked, “Are you interested in dating Jason, Dimitri, or Rob?”
JJ perked up. “Oh, no. I don’t want to date them at all. It’d be a disaster if I dated one of them.”
“How so?”
“In two ways. First, I’d be a big disappointment to them. When I talk to them, I’m this flirty, confident, aggressive girl. I enjoy being that way, but I can only keep it up for a little while. And then I’m back to quiet, nerdy me. Everyday me isn’t who they want to date.”
“They might.”
“Even if they did, there’s problem number two. If I started dating one of them, then my friendship with the other two would fall apart. I don’t want that. I really enjoy being friends with all three of them. I love flirting with them. They’re my guys, and I’m their sweetheart. I struggled for a while to come up with what I am to them. I’ve decided I’m their sweetheart. Someone they like and who is very special to them, that they have some desire for, but who they’ll never date.”
“You think it’ll work long-term that way?”
“I hope so.” JJ twisted in her seat. “You know what really endears them to me?”
“What?”
“That they ask how I’m doing on my tests. I see how hard you four study. In high school, it was always implied that I should let the guys get the top test scores. It hurt their egos that a girl was besting them. With my guys, they’re always pushing me to do my best, to get a hundred on everything. I loved being pushed. I want to be the best damn engineering student at our university, and I may make it with their encouragement.”
That made me feel warm all over. I respected how JJ knew what she wanted and was eager to go after it. She had her weaknesses, but she was working hard on improving them. There was a fearlessness to her.
JJ added, “There are a few guys in my classes and in my dorms who I’ve gotten friendly with. I can’t imagine dating any of them either. If I had a boyfriend, then things would fall apart with my guys. If one of my guys got a girlfriend, I’d stop being their sweetheart. I’d start seriously flirting with one of your other friends and try to convince them to join the movie-watching nights.”
It bothered me that my sister was giving up dating for my friends. “You could get a boyfriend. Just don’t tell Dimitri, Rob, and Jason about him.”
JJ snorted. “And not go out with my boyfriend on Friday and Saturday nights?”
“Well, maybe he goes home on Friday afternoon to work five shifts over the weekend at some fast-food place to pay for his college.”
I could practically hear JJ roll her eyes. “I haven’t met any guys with a crazy schedule like that. And I couldn’t lie to my guys about not having a boyfriend. They’d see me holding hands with him someday.”
“Well, if he was your secret boyfriend...” I decided to let the subject drop. My suggestion was weak, and I couldn’t think of a better one.
After a while of listening to the music, JJ asked, “Can I ask you something personal? I don’t know if you can answer it, but it’s something that’s been bothering me.”
“Shoot.”
“When Katharine was a cheerleader, she and some other girls would get together with an equal number of football players, and they’d have a sex party. She did that numerous times. Sometimes she’ll bring that up. She’ll tell me that in twenty years, we’ll both be married with kids, living a boring life like our parents do now. She’ll have those crazy memories to look back on and smile. All I’ll have is my relationships with the loser and Brett. That’s one of her justifications for pushing me to do more than I’m comfortable with. ‘Make some memories for twenty years from now.’ Do you think I’ll regret when I’m older not having done crazy stuff in high school?”
I thought over her question for a while. “I can’t tell you what you or I will think in twenty years. But I think I know the answer. Pre-med is really stressful, right? Well, all of us pre-med students need to have a way of blowing off steam to keep us sane. Friday and Saturday nights are usually our only chances to let go and do something fun.”
“Like movie-watching nights.”
I nodded. “Probably the most common way of blowing off steam is binge drinking.”
“But Mom and Dad told you many, many times not to do that. They told you about lots of people who developed permanent drinking problems from that. You don’t binge drink, do you?”
“I did once. So many of my friends told me binge-drinking stories that I had to try it. I did not enjoy throwing up. They had made it sound almost fun. It was miserable.” I shook my head at the recollection. “But back to my point - probably the second most common way of blowing off steam is hooking up. Do all the sex you can do for a night or two, and then go back to being friends. I hooked up last fall. Jason did, too.”
“You did? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. People have mentioned to me about pre-meds hooking up when I’ve talked about hanging out with you and my guys. What did Rob and Dimitri do?”
“Dimitri did binge drinking. He’d show us Americans how Ukrainians can drink so much more than us. Rob really enjoys bartending. He’d bartend parties and hook up with girls at the end of the party.”
“Did all of you do that the whole year, or just last fall?”
“Let me give you the full timeline. That was how the fall semester started. Then at the beginning of November, Jason started hooking up with only one girl. They kind of became a couple. That inspired me to find a girlfriend, Tracie. Dimitri continued binge drinking, and Rob continued his bartending. Two weeks before spring break, Jason asked his girl to come home with him. She told him she didn’t want to; that it wasn’t a serious relationship, and that she wanted to be able to walk away from it at any time with no hard feelings. Jason thought they were more serious than that. They broke up a week later, and he started binge drinking with Dimitri.”
“Poor Jason.”
“Yeah. Then in April, Dimitri woke up on a Wednesday morning with a massive hangover and no memory of what had happened the previous night. It scared the hell out of him. He realized his binge drinking was getting to be a problem, and that he had to give it up. He came to me. As he had never seen me drunk, he begged me to do something with him on Friday and Saturday nights to keep him from drinking. As I could see the writing on the wall with Tracie, I broke up with her and started going to the movies with Dimitri. By the end of the school year, we had run out of movies we wanted to see. And then we went home for the summer.”
“How did you meet Tracie?”
“She lived down the hall from me. We’d talk whenever we ran into each other. She was nice and good-looking. An art history major. I started eating meals with her. And then we were a couple.”
“Why did you break up?”
“Because after a while, she stopped enjoying being my girlfriend. Things started great. She was very supportive. She’d do my laundry and buy things for me at the store. I think she might have been looking for the M-R-S degree. My top three priorities at school are my classes, my classes, and my classes. When she never broke into the top three, she started souring on the relationship.” I swallowed. I still didn’t like how I had treated her. “Being a pre-med student is something like being an Olympic athlete. You’ve got only one chance at success. You can never break training. You can never let yourself get the least bit behind. You have to nail every test and assignment. There’s no margin for doing just okay. And that doesn’t leave time to be the type of boyfriend I want to be.” One of the many things I didn’t like about being a pre-med. “But I brought this up to tell you about hooking up. As I’m one of the better-looking pre-med guys, I got a lot of attention from my female classmates. I had no problem hooking up every weekend. I wound up having sex with twelve different girls during the fall semester, all of them very smart and good-looking.”
“Sounds impressive.”
“I think so. But when I think about being with a girl, I think about Madison.” Madison was my girlfriend my junior year of high school. “I loved her, and she loved me. We’d cuddle and talk on her bed, and it was like magic gold letters would appear over our heads spelling out ‘forever’. It’s nice that I’ve punched the ‘Had sex with twelve different smart, good-looking girls in one semester’ square on my lifetime achievement card. It came up a few times last summer when I was talking with friends back home. But already, I reminisce more about Madison than all of those girls combined.” Man, I still missed Madison. “If you’re the type of person I think you are, then if Katharine had invited you to some of her sex parties, twenty years from now you’d think much more about Brett than those parties.”
JJ was quiet for a while. “Thanks. That answers my question. And I like that answer.” She reached over and squeezed my hand. “Have you talked with Madison recently?”
“I emailed her at the start of last school year, asking how she was liking school. She goes to UCF.” At the end of my junior year, her dad had gotten a promotion that required moving to Miami. She had moved as soon as the school year ended. “We don’t have anything in common anymore.”
“Brett ... wanted to keep dating. He wanted me to come home every weekend.”
“It wouldn’t have worked.” Madison and I had tried to keep our relationship going. After four months of growing frustration and drifting apart, she told me she had been asked out and was moving on.
“I told him about you and Madison. He said we would be different.” JJ crossed her arms. “It was really hard to break up with Brett. He loved me just as I was, with all my nerdy ways. He didn’t want me to change. He wanted to keep doing the same things. I would have been happy...” JJ let out a long sigh. “But I wanted to change.”
I asked gingerly, “Will you see him this week?”
“No. The things I’ve enjoyed the most at school, he probably doesn’t want to hear about. He was a great guy for a certain time in my life, but I’ve changed.”
“I’m glad you’ve changed. You’re pretty cool to hang out with now.”
“Thanks. Back to my guys. How did the movie-watching group come to be?”
“Jason, Rob, Dimitri, and I have always been friends. Over the summer, Dimitri came up with the idea of movie-watching nights in our room. I don’t know what happened to Jason over the summer, but he had sworn off binge drinking when he came back. So, he was in. They asked Vivek to join as he tells lots of jokes. At the start of the year, Rob was still bartending at parties, but he was getting bored with it. When we kept telling him about how much fun we were having watching movies, he said he’d join us if he could do bartending for us. We agreed. And then Dimitri asked you to join.”
“When Rob misses, is he bartending at a party?”
“Yes. When Jason or Vivek miss, they’re hooking up with someone.”
“But you never miss.”
“If I said I was going to miss, would you go?”
“No.”
“And if you’re not there, my friends would be very disappointed. When you’re comfortable enough with my friends to go without me being there, I’ll start hooking up again.”
We took a break from talking. After a while, I stopped at a convenience store so JJ and I could use the bathrooms and buy some snacks. When we got back into the car, JJ said, “I have a favor to ask of you. Let me give you the background before I ask it.” JJ took a big breath. “I told you that Katharine got kicked out of the cheerleader and football player clique. She totally deserved it. She enjoyed causing problems and starting fights by flirting with guys. But she was still a cheerleader; from what she says, she’s the most knowledgeable one. As much as the other senior cheerleaders may have hated her, they had to keep working with her.”
“Sounds lovely.” I was not a drama person, and this sounded like lots of drama.
“It was. You remember Giselle Parker?”
I nodded. “Classmate of yours. Very cute, with curly red hair and lots of freckles. Moved to our town just before her freshman year. Before I could strike up a conversation with her, she had a boyfriend. She dated him for two years. By the time I heard she had broken up with him, she had another boyfriend. She was still dating him when I graduated.”
“She was the go-between between Katharine and the other cheerleaders. She’s a caring, sweet person that Katharine always got along well with.”
“Did she go to any of Katharine’s cheerleaders-and-football-player parties?”
“I doubt it. She was very devoted to her boyfriend. And he was devoted to her. They dated past graduation and decided to stay together despite going to different colleges.”
I decided to double back. “Did you know that Katharine had deserved to be kicked out of the cheerleaders-and-football-player clique?”
“No. I was oblivious to all the stuff. Katharine blamed Becki, and that was good enough for me. But after a while, I figured out that the only reason Katharine was teaching me all this stuff was for me to cause Becki grief by flirting with her boyfriend.”
“Did you stop flirting with him then?”
“No. This will sound awful, but I was willing to do my best to hurt Becki if that was what it took to keep Katharine teaching me about guys. I was so sick and tired of getting nowhere with guys. When I told Katharine she was evil for pushing me to try to break up Becki and her boyfriend, she’d laugh and say it was true.”
I rolled my eyes. As a no-drama person, that kind of stuff had no appeal to me. “And she’s your best friend now.”
“Yeah. When Becki’s boyfriend told me that he knew what I was up to and that he didn’t want to talk to me again, I assumed my tutoring from Katharine was over. But she said, ‘Let’s find another guy for you to flirt with’. Neither of us had had a close female friend in a while. Making the high school cheer team is very competitive, so Katharine always looked at her fellow cheerleaders as competitors. Dating for her was a competition with the other cheerleaders for star football players and guys with nice cars. I never competed with her. She liked showing off how much she knew to the smartest girl in school. She loves talking me into doing things I don’t think I should do. It’s almost a game now between us - she’ll pitch some idea, I’ll say no, and she’ll eventually talk me into it.”
“But she didn’t talk you into whispering into Dimitri’s ear that you were wearing the panties he gave you.”
“She didn’t really try. She can read me very well and knows when I’m willing to be convinced and when I’m not. She reads almost everyone well, which is why she’s so good at flirting.”
I could see why that’d be important. “Back to Giselle.”
“Katharine has kept in touch with her. Two weeks ago, she broke up with her boyfriend and has been down ever since. I’ve been encouraging Katharine to be more empathetic, so she decided to do something over Thanksgiving to cheer Giselle up.”
“That’s nice of her.”
“It is. It’s going to be a sleepover at our house on Sunday night.”
I wrinkled my brow. “Shouldn’t it be at Katharine or Giselle’s house?”
“Giselle’s parents have heard enough stories about Katharine that Giselle doesn’t think they’d agree to a sleepover with her. Giselle told her parents that I’m rocking all my classes right now and that I’ve helped her a few times with her homework. So, the sleepover is about getting to know me better and finding out how I do so well in my classes. Katharine’s presence is never to get back to Giselle or her friends’ parents.”
“Okay. No threat from me on that.”
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