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Our New Life

sExCrAzIe24 on Incest Stories

    My family lived poor. My father tried his best to keep my brother and I fed, but sometimes it wasn't enough. So, when my brother turned twenty, he started to work with my father. It was just me, my father and Michael, my older brother. My mother got tired of living a life in poverty and left us when I was thirteen. We lived in a small two bedroom apartment in one of the worst areas of town and I had to stay home to keep the house clean. I was only sixteen at the time, but not going to school was still a little hard for me. I was a bookworm, I buried myself deep in books to keep out the harsh sting of reality. My brother, Michael was a hard drinker, just like my father. It was difficult to live with them because of their

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drinking habits, but I had managed up until one day. Me and my brother used to share a room up until my body began to develop. I had nice 38C breasts, slim body, and long blonde hair. I also had big bright blue eyes, just like my brother. Anyway, I slept in the smallest room alone because my father and brother slept where they wanted to. I awoke one fateful morning to the sound of some banging around in the kitchen. Slowly I rose from my mattress and walked slowly to the kitchen. Michael was standing in the middle of the kitchen as I peeked around the corner. He had thrown something to the floor. I could see the shattered remains of whatever it was he threw. I was staring at him when he suddenly looked up. I gasped, but I knew he'd seen me. "Come here, Katie." He growled and I knew I was in some sort of trouble. With my head hung low, I stalked into the kitchen. "You didn't clean any of this shit." "What? I did the dishes last night." "Obviously not, Kate. I mean look! Damn! Its all a mess." He'd moved closer, but I kept my head hung, staring at my feet. "Look I said!" He gripped my chin in his rough fingers and jerked my head up to look at the messy kitchen. I winced at the mess because I knew I cleaned it up the previous night. "I cleaned it up last night, Mikey." I said, my voice was mumbled because of how hard he was gripping my face. "Does this look clean to you?" He asked, anger evident in his handsome face. I shook my head, no. "I want it clean. Dad's still at work, but if he comes home and sees this a mess like it is, you know what he'll do." It was a warning, but I didn't know why. Michael never tried to stop my father from punishing me before. I wondered why now? I nodded, yes and he tightened his grip once more before letting me go. "I have to go to work in twenty minutes. I want it done by then." I stared, speechlessly at him. "Do you understand me?" He asked, stepping closer to me, using his height and muscles to intimidate me. It worked. I nodded, yes and got down on my hands and knees and began to wordlessly clean up the mess Michael made. I could feel him staring at me like a heavy heat on my back, but I continued to clean. Ten minutes later, I was doing dishes when Michael came back into the kitchen. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him. I gasped and he glared down at me. "Why isn't it clean?" He growled angrily. I stared up and him and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. His black hair was wet and he smelled like soap. He'd taken a shower. "Because it's only been ten minutes, Mikey." I mumbled. "I think I better start punishing you as well. You only seem to listen to those who punish you." I thought he was going to hit me, but instead his mouth covered mine. I froze, terrified as he tongue tried to slip into my mouth. With my eyes wide open, I could look up into his face and see that his eyes were closed. I felt his hand slide from my shoulder down to my breast. I gasped and that was all he needed to slip his tongue into my mouth. I put my hands on his chest and pushed at him. With his free hand, he easily reached up and snatched both them. He removed his hand from my breast long enough to lock both of my hands behind my back. He held them behind me with one hand and quickly returned his other hand to my breast. Roughly massaging it throught the thin fabric of my oversized LSU tee shirt. I then suddenly realized that I hadn't taken the time to put a bra on! My nipples hardned and he pushed his lower body against me. I could feel his erection against my stomach. I wanted to push him away, but at the same time, I wanted to kiss him back. It felt wrong, but I still wanted it. I kissed him back and he froze, seemingly surprised at my action. He then jerked away. He stared at me for a long time, his blue eyes like blue fire. "Damn you." He mumbled and he let go of my hands. I thought he was letting me go, but instead he threw me hard to the tiled floor. I landed hard and as I was recovering, he was already ontop of me. "I've wanted you for a long time, Katie. Now, no more waiting, no more pretending. You're going to be mine." He wiggled his self in between my legs and I started to struggle. I pulled his wet hair and scratched at him and bit him, but he didn't seem to even mind. He just reached down in between our bodies and I heard him unzip his jeans. I froze, panic taking over. He then lifted his body off a little and ripped off my thin shorts. I was now in just a LSU tee shirt and panties. I tried to get away, but he laid back down on me. I could feel his dick through my panties and I unwillingly began to get wet. He started to move his body against me and he moaned lightly. I began to hit him again and he grabbed both of my hands and held them effortlessly over my head, trapped to the cold tile floor. With his other hand, Michael pushed my panties to the side and began to massage my pussy. I was already wet and I heard him groan as he plunged two fingers inside of me. I moaned out loud by accident and he started a rhythm with his hand. In only a few minutes, I was arching my back, ready for him. I felt Michael pull his fingers out and I looked down to watch him get his hard 8 inch dick out of his jeans. I watched in fasinated terror as he positioned himself over me and plunged roughly into my pussy. I screamed as he began to move. He was ramming himself into me and I was already moaning. He let go of my hands and put each of his on either side of my head, holding his upper body off of me as he watched his body slam into mine. I grabbed both of his forearms with either of my hands and clawed them out of pleasure. He began to grunt and I began to move against him as he plunged his dick into me over and over again. "Oh. Yes! Fuck me Michael!" I screamed, surprising myself as well as him. It caused him to go faster and I cried out. "Yes! Yes! Yes! FUCK ME!" I could feel my climax building as he continued to fuck me. I knew his was building too because his movements were losing their rhythm. He moaned loudly and crashed hard into me. That was all I needed. I came in a rush. I screamed his name as I came. I heard him curse through clenched teeth and I knew he'd came as well. He pulled out of my pussy and laid down next to me. "God that was fucking fantastic." He mumbled, sweat gleeming off of his chest. I just nodded and then I heard, "Fuck." It came from my brother and I looked at him to see him staring at the kitchen door. Quickly I turned my attention to the door and I found myself staring at my father.

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Planned or was it coincidence? 3.



By Niteowluk2003.



For the last few weeks Jamie and Katie had swapped fantasises; although being honest towards the end; some of the spoken fantasises were made up knowing what the other person liked and was not really their own.



The one main theme which seemed to run through the fantasises was that Jamie loved the idea of watching his wife if fourteen ye

The Massage - Chapter 2 - The Fantasy

girthguy on Taboo Stories

There is no need to mention how excited I was about my next “massage”.  Alisha showed up at the door wearing an overcoat.  All I could see at this point was that she was wearing knee high shiny black boots and fishnet stockings.  She ordered me to strip naked an

A Teenager and his Girlfriend: Part 1

anonymous on Teen Stories

My name is Jacob. I am a 17 year old senior. I am about 5’9, 150 lbs with a brown hair and a 5 inch penis. My girlfriend is Emma an 18 year old college freshman. She is a few inches shorter with long brownish red hair. She is slightly chubby but not fat. She has huge D cup boobs. We have sex quite often.

One day when we were in my room making out when my parents were on vacation

A Womans Fantasy

vitalsign on Forced Stories

You are in your bathroom taking a nice hot soapy shower and you hear the door open slightly and you think its your husband so you don't pay alot of attention and continue soaping yourself down. As you wash off the soap you feel a hand touching your neck very gently and you believe its your husband coming to join you for some shower fun. You feel a cock pressed up against your ass and at that

Bitch in Heat

mkirros on Animal Stories

Bitch in Heat

Sara saw the man walking the dog as she was walking home from visiting friends.  As they approached from the cross-street, Sara noticed that the man was fairly ordinary, middle-aged, average height, medium build.  The dog on the other hand was anything but ordinary.  A beautiful rotweiler, obviously male, large for the breed, straining at its leash.  Sara couldn't take her eyes off it as the moved toward the intersection.

They reached the intersection at the same time, and man and dog turned to follow the same street Sara was on, both having to wait for a stop light.  The rottweiler sidled up to Sara and stuck his snout into the crotch of her shorts, making snuffling noises. Sara giggled, but somewhere back in the the most primit
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ive part of her brain, something dark stirred as she felt the dog's snout press against her crotch.

"Otto, no!"  The man pulled back on the rottweiler's leash, and the dog backed off, rejoining his master.  "Sorry, he tends to be a little overly friendly sometimes."

"That's okay, I like dogs.  And they usually like me, too.  He's beautiful.  His name's Otto?"

"Yep.  And I'm Mike, by the way.  You know a lot of people are afraid of rottweilers."

"I'm Sara.  I've never been afraid of any kind of dog.  I like being around them."

By now they were walking down the street together, toward Sara's house, although it was still several blocks away.  The dog kept moving over to nuzzle Sara, and Mike kept pulling him back.  Sara noticed that Mike was sneaking peeks at her every chance he got.  Sara was used to that.  In her early 20s, she was hot, with a beautiful face and a nice body.  She knew guys liked to look, especially at her 32DD tits.  Most guys never really got past those tits, but Mike seemed to be having a good look at her flat belly and slim hips, too.  Of course, she wasn't exactly dressed to cover any of it up, in a skimpy tank top and shorts.

"So, do you live around here?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, in fact it's just up in the next block."

"Oh, we're practically neighbors.  I'm just a couple of blocks farther up."

They made small talk as they walked the next block, then Mike said, "This is my place.  Have to put Otto in the back yard."

Sara walked with him as he took the dog to the gate into the back and let him through.  Sara was turning to head for her house when Mike suddenly grabbed her, pinning her against him, and clamped a hand over her nose and mouth.  She struggled against him, but he was much too strong for her.  She couldn't cry out, couldn't breathe.  She felt herself becoming weaker.  Gathering all her remaining strength, she made one last attempt to break free.  She failed, then everything went black.

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Sara awoke, coming to slowly, still groggy.  Her nose itched.  She tried to scratch it, but couldn't move her hands.  She slowly became aware of why her nose itched.  She was lying face down on grass.  Naked.  Her hands were tied together, and tied to a post in the ground.  As she tried to move she realized that her ankles were also bound, although they weren't tied together like her wrists.  In fact, they were bound so that she couldn't move her legs together.  There was something around her neck.  It was stiff, like leather, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to notice that it was there.

"Damn, girl, you have an incredible body!"  She recognized the voice.  It was Mike.  She turned her head and saw him, standing a couple of feet away, naked as she was.  She looked around more, saw the fencing around her, the small structure in the corner, and realized where she was.  In Otto's kennel in Mike's back yard.

"What... what are you going to do with me?  Are you going to rape me?"  Sara was still a little woozy from having been unconscious, and was trying to make sense of what was happening.

Mike chuckled.  "I'm not going to do anything to you.  Yet.  But you and Otto were getting along so well that I thought you should get to know each other better."  Something in Mike's tone made Sara very nervous.  But there was also something about the situation that excited her as few things ever had before.

Sara felt a tug on the band around her neck, and noticed for the first time that Mike was holding something in his left hand.  A leash.  It slowly dawned on her that what she felt around her neck was a dog collar.  Her eyes got wide, and she looked at Mike again.  He was grinning, and Sara shivered at the look of him.

"That's right, you've got your own collar now.  All of Otto's bitches get collars.  In fact, that's what yours says - Bitch.  So everyone knows what you are, and you don't forget.  Otto!  Come here boy!"

The dog walked out of his house and moved toward Sara.  Down here, on his level, Otto looked even more muscular.  The dark, crouching thing in the back of Sara's brain began to stir again as the dog approached.  Otto walked up behind Sara, and again pressed his snout against Sara's crotch.  This time, though, there were no shorts between the dog's cold, wet nose and Sara's sensitive skin.  She jerked when she felt the touch of Otto's snout.  The primitive beast in the back of her brain began to howl.  This was her deepest, darkest secret, the thing she'd never admitted even to herself.  The thought of being used by a dog was her ultimate sexual fantasy.

Sara felt Otto's tongue begin to lap at her pussy and ass.  She began to moan, low, deep in her throat.  She shifted her position to get up on all fours; yes, they didn't call it "doggy style" for nothing.  As she moved, she saw Mike standing in front of her, stroking his hard cock as he watched what was going on.

"I think you're going to like this, Sara," Mike said, with a wicked grin.  "Otto's very talented."

Sara's moans were getting louder and more frequent as the dog's tongue lapped at her pussy.  Suddenly, she felt him press his muzzle hard against her.  His tongue snaked out, slid between her pussy lips, and entered her, reaching up inside.

"Ahhhh, god!"  Sara's pussy clamped around the dog's tongue, and her body trembled as she felt him exploring the inside of her pussy.  After a minute or so, she felt his tongue pull out, and she whimpered, afraid that he was done with her.  But then he felt the dog's front paws scrabbling across her back and shoulders as he lifted himself up onto her.  She felt something bumping against her inner thighs and the lips of her pussy.  She knew it had to be Otto's doggy cock, and she knew she wanted it, deep inside her, fucking her like the bitch she was.  For a brief second, as she felt the dog's cock bang against her, she was afraid he wouldn't be able to enter her.. But then, he thrust forward and for the first time she felt herself being violated by a dog.  Her pussy squeezed hard on Otto's cock as he began to hump her, hard and fast.  She looked up briefly and saw Mike, still stroking himself as he watched, then closed her eyes and gave herself over to her depravity.

"God, yes, yes!  Fuck me like a bitch!  Turn me into a bitch!"  Her mind now belonged completely to the dark, crouching thing that usually hid from the world.  Her body thrashed, out of control.  The dog's cock drove into her pussy, penetrating deep into her body.  His front paws clawed at her, scratching her back and shoulders, the pain adding to the feelings surging through her body.

Suddenly her mind and body exploded together, spasms racked her, she lost her breath in a single explosion of air.  The orgasm was like no other she'd ever experienced, taking in her entire body.  Sara felt like she was being turned inside out.  She was shaking so bad she could barely breathe, and was afraid she might pass out again.

As Sara's orgasm engulfed her, Otto continued humping her with his dog cock.  On one stroke he pulled back too far.  His cock slipped out of Sara's pussy.  On the return stroke, the dog's cock banged against the flesh that divided Sara pussy from her ass, angled upward, and slid to the hilt into Sara's ass.  Sara gasped as she felt her ass take in Otto's dick.

"Ahhh, yes, fuck my ass!  God, it's so good!"

Sara was one of those rare women who love being fucked in the ass.  Now she was not only living her fantasy of being fucked by a dog, but the dog was reaming her favorite hole.  She was in heaven.  Otto, oblivious to the difference between Sara's holes, kept humping his cock into Sara's ass as vigorously as he had into her pussy.  Having a dog's cock in her ass was the ultimate turn-on for Sara, and her body and mind responded as never before.  The thing in the back of her mind was now a shrieking animal, drowning out all else.  Suddenly, Otto whimpered and slammed even harder into Sara's ass.  She felt his doggy cock twitch, and his cum begin to spurt into her.  Feeling the dog's cum filling her ass was enough to trigger another orgasm for Sara.  Her body shook as she gasped for breath.

"God, I'm cumming!  Yesssss!"  Sara moaned as Otto spurted inside her ass.  Her body heaved, this orgasm shaking her even more violently than the last.  Sara shuddered one last time, then fell forward onto the grass as she felt the dog's cock slip out of her.  As Otto crawled away, Sara looked up at Mike, who was still holding her leash.

"Are you ready for me now?" he asked.

Sara moaned.  Being fucked by the dog had left her totally spent, her orgasms draining all of her energy.  But she wasn't going to get any rest.  Mike walked around behind her, to where Otto had been, and pulled up on the leash.

"Get back up, you're not done yet!"

Sara slowly raised herself back up on her hands and knees, and felt Mike's cock probing the lips of her pussy.  The head poked inside her, then she felt him slam forward, his cock splitting open her hole.

"Damn, you're a tight bitch!" Mike exclaimed.

"Fuckin' right, I am!"  Having a cock inside her had perked Sara up again, and she was feeling like giving as good as she got.  And she was really proud of what one of her lovers had once told her - "You're every man's dream.  Tight as a virgin and fuck like a porn star."

Mike was driving his cock into her hard, obviously driven to a frenzy by watching his dog fuck the young woman.  He reached around her with one hand and began massaging her clit, leaning forward so he was resting on her back almost the same way Otto had.  With his other hand he tugged lightly on the leash, causing the collar to bite into Sara's throat slightly; not enough for real pain or to cut off her breath, but enough to cause her mind to check out again as her body and instincts took over completely.

Just as she felt herself getting ready to explode, Mike slowed his thrusts, and moved his hand from her clit, using it to rub her belly instead.

"Damn it, don't stop!"  Sara's voice trembled with frustration.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to stop."  Mike's cock was still moving inside her, but slowly now, less forcefully.  "I just don't want this to be over too soon."

Sara's body relaxed slightly, her breathing slowed as Mike fucked her more gently.  He continued the slow, rhythmic strokes for a couple of minutes, then began to pick up the pace again, moving his fingers back to her clit.  Sara gasped when he pulled on the leash again, harder than he had before.  Sara's body began to build toward orgasm again, her breath coming in short gasps.  Her pussy pulsed around Mike's cock, and her clit was throbbing under the touch of his fingers.  Then he slowed again.

"NO!!!" Sara screamed.  "Fuck me hard!  I need it!"

"Just teasing you."  Mike sounded like he was almost giggling.

Suddenly he began fucking her with a fury she'd never before experienced.  He jerked on the leash, again harder than before, this time bringing actual pain.  His cock pounded into her so hard she was afraid something would rip inside her.  His fingers pinched and twisted her clit, sending shock after shock through her.  Sara began gasping in huge breaths, letting them out in screams.

"YES!!!...HARDER!!!   MAKE ME!!!...CUM!!!...AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!"

Sara thrashed convulsively as Mike buried his cock in her one last time.  She felt his cum spurting into her pussy as the strongest orgasm of her life rolled over her, shaking her to her core.  Her body vibrated like an electric current was running through it.  Then, as Mike began to pull his cock out of her, she squealed, and squirted, spraying Mike's cock and balls, the inside of her own thighs, and the ground under her.

Sara collapsed on the ground again, this time in no condition to move at all.  Soft moans escaped her lips as she tried to catch her breath.  She couldn't quite get comfortable on the ground with her hands and feet bound.

Sara was barely aware of her surroundings, but she could almost sense the dog, Otto standing nearby, watching her.  She vaguely felt Mike untie her hands and feet, and then unhook the leash, although he left the collar on her.  She felt herself being scooped up in his arms.

"Let's get you into the house, baby, you look like you could use a rest.  Otto, I think we wore her out."

That was the last Sara remembered as she drifted off to sleep.

Our Little Secret, Part 1

icarus on Incest Stories

PROLOGUE

<<<<< I lie on my bed, wearing only my finest frilly lace panties. Staring up at him lovingly. He's doing that thing that I love so much! ...(sigh)... God, I wish we could do this more often. . . . . . >>>>>

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OUR LITTLE SECRET, PART ONE

By: Icarus

I know a big secret.

A deep, dark, sinful secret. It's about my 14-year-old brother. He's a teenaged boy and, well, you know how they are. They become interested in girls and porn and they like to play with themselves. So naturally he's very horny. He likes to do to himself what every healthy adolescent male likes to do to himself...

I can sometimes hear him in his room late at night. I can hear the moaning... and panting. I'm his only si

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bling so I know him very well. Once I asked him if he masturbated at night, just to see if he would admit it. (*sigh*) Of course he flatly denied it. "Of course I don't!," he said insistently. But I knew...

Over the next few months, the weather got warmer. Flowers bloomed and grass grew. Spring turned into summer earlier than usual. It was hot and humid by the end of May. But that wasn't the only thing unusual that I noticed...

On the first day of June, I had trouble finding some of my clothes. Certain things were missing. I waited, but they never turned up in the laundry. I didn't think much of it... that is... until my silver cross necklace went missing...

I began to suspect the unthinkable, but I didn't want to rush to judgement.

On the night of June 13th, I decided to spy on my brother through his bedroom window after dark, once everyone had gone to bed. I looked at the clock, which read 1:39 AM. I decided that it was late enough to start spying.

Slowly and quietly, I creeped out into the hallway and tiptoed in the dark to the door to my brother's bedroom. I put my ear to the door and listened...

Nothing. Not a peep.

He's probably just asleep, silly! You should go back to bed.

But I couldn't. I was too curious.

I'll just have a peek through his window. I mean, I probably won't see anything 'cause his light's turned off!

I went outside in my nightgown. We had a big, well shielded backyard, so no one would see me. There was a big, tall oak tree growing right next to our house that had a tree house in it that my dad had built a few years back for my little brother. I climbed the latter up to the top, which got me very close to his bedroom window. He had it wide open because it was such a warm night.

Good. I'll be able to see him and hear him as well.

Spying

on people is wrong .

My conscience chimed in. I silenced it and tried to see into the window. It was pitch black except for a dimly lit corner of his room where his nightlight was plugged in. (Yeah I know. He's 14 and he still has a nightlight. I dunno... it's kind of cute...)

I waited a good 15 minutes for something to happen. But nothing did.

What did I tell you? You're so paranoid! Just go before you end up falling asleep in the damn tree house!

I had just started to head down the ladder... then I heard it!

That distinctive sound! I instantly perked up and became more attentive. Returning to my pose in the tree house, I strained to hear it. It was a windless night so his quiet moaning could be heard.

My my! He's at it again, huh? Oh, the sweet forbidden pleasures of masturbation!Well this time I'll hear every bit of it!

I listened to his moaning through the darkness and smiled inside. His moaning changed to panting and I could hear him rustling the covers. By now, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see, in the dim light of the nightlight, the silhouette figure of my brother on his bed. I could see his body shifting rhythmically and his arm moving up and down. (I don't need to tell you what he was doing with his hand!)

I again considered leaving. It was 2 AM and I could feel myself getting a little drowsy. Good thing I didn't though! Because I would have missed the light turning on! That's right, he had gotten up and turned on his bedroom light. His room suddenly became visible! He stood there by the light switch wearing nothing!

Wow! I've never seen him naked before! Oh look at that! His penis is a lot bigger than I thought!

Standing proudly was the product of his masturbation: a big stiff erection jutting out from between his legs. Ooooh! It even had some hair growing on it! I watched intensely as he began reaching under his bed.

What's he doing? . . .Wait a minute. Are those - . . .Oh. My. God!!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My suspicions were right! There was my brother pulling out my missing clothes from under his bed. In the pile were my frilly white thong panties, my pink and white lace La Senza Girl bra, my denim miniskirt, and my sleeveless black leather zip-up top!

Oh wow! It can't be...

I watched him delightfully slip into the tight thong panties. His stiff penis sticking out the side. He looked at himself in the mirror with a guilty look on his face and then put on my bra!

I... I can't believe he's doing this! I've got to stop him!

My child-like curiosity was too focused to let me stop a show like this! I once again silenced my conscience. He began shoving Kleenex into the bra cups to make them stick out like breasts. Then he put on my denim miniskirt! He smiled sheepishly at himself in the mirror, posing and studying his bizarre feminine appearance. I smiled devilishly and giggled to myself:

Oh my! So this is your little game, hmm? Sneaking into my room when I'm not there and stealing my intimate clothing! Taking my private things and wearing them to service your sick little fetish! You little pervert! That's why you couldn't admit to me that you masturbated at night... you thought I might find you cross-dressing... in my clothes... late at night when no one is awake...

Wasting no time, my dirty little brother put on my leather top and zipped it up just a little, allowing the bra to be seen. I'll refer to it as "the" bra because I was wearing my own at the time and the one he was wearing was temporarily not mine, if you take my meaning! He gazed at himself for a while, then started rooting around in his drawer.

Oh, he looks so silly! (giggle!) I wonder what he's up to now!

He pulled out a small plastic make-up case and (gasp!) ...my blonde hair wig that I use with my dance costume! I'm part of a student dance program for girls. The last routine we did, we all had to wear blonde hair wigs. I had to wear one even though I'm blonde I guess because I wasn't blonde enough to fit in with the others in wigs. I hadn't noticed that my wig had gone missing, or one of my make-up cases! He put on the wig then started applying the make-up.

Oh wow! This is too much!

He put on a full coating of eye shadow, wanting it to look dark and sexy. He brushed his cheeks with a light dusting of blush. Fumbling nervously at first, then steadying his hand, he lovingly added mascara to his lashes. Finally, when he was done, my little transvestite brother paraded himself in front of the mirror, lavishing in his feminization! Intensely enjoying his secret indulgence! Well, not secret anymore! (giggle!) God, I was having way too much fun! It was like being a ghost! Seeing what is not meant to be seen! Knowing his dirty little secret made me feel so proud of myself! So darkly giddy!

As he stood there, he began to touch his stiff erection. A little, at first, then he began to jerk and rub it. He breathed loudly and moaned, grasping it hard and rubbing up and down and up and down!

That's right, my little brother! Don't hold back! Pump away as hard as you want! I want to watch you sink into a depraved frenzy of self-stimulation...

Apparently that still wasn't enough to get his rocks off. He reached into another drawer and pulled out a photo. I squinted hard to try to see what the photo depicted.

Man, I wish I brought binoculars. Meh, it's probably a picture of some hot model or a porn star...

Boy was I wrong. There, in the picture, was me doing my high school cheerleading routine! He placed it by the mirror, stared at it, and resumed masturbating. This time, he was moaning my name!

When did anyone ever take that picture?! I can't believe he's... he's got a thing for me! Oh God, what a pervert! He cross-dresses AND looks at pictures of me when he masturbates!

He was really getting into it. I could clearly hear his coos of lust.

"...Mmmm! Oooooooooooh! Claaaaire! Uhn! Uhn! Ooooh Yeah! Oh! Please! Fuck me Claire!... (pant!) (pant!) Mmmmm... you're sooooo hot.... mmmmm.... so sexy! Uhn! Uhn! Ohhh!..."

Ooooh, such a naughty little boy! Jerking off to your own sister, hmm? And wearing her sexy clothes? Oooh, what a perv! Going to such lengths to feel the pleasures of the flesh!

I didn't immediately realize that I was fondling my vaginal area as I watched him. Oh, how it made me horny...

Sinful little girl! You shoudn't be masturbating to something so depraved... so sick!

My mind said to stop, but my body begged me to keep watching! I watched him lie back down onto the bed! Still at it... jerking and tugging and grabbing and pulling his dribbling purple penis!

"...Ooooh! Mmmm! ...Claire! Claire! Claire! Ohhh, my love! Uhn! Uhn!...... Your pussy feels sooooo good! Mmmm... Squeeze it more!! Ohh! Mmm! Ah!..."

Mmm... that's right! You dream that we have sex every night don't you, you sick horny little fucker! Keep masturbating! Sink deeper into fantasy...

I got so turned on by his kinky little show, that I took off my nightgown and lay it beside me. It was a warm night and when I get horny, I sweat. So there I sat, outside in the treehouse wearing only my bra and panties! Oooh, I dug my finger deep into my hole, playing with my nipples with my other hand. It felt so naughty to be doing this outside!

Inside, my little "en femme" brother bucked his hips as an orgasm washed over him.

Look at him!

Fountains of semen shot up into the air, soaking the panties and his sheets. Covered in delightful jizz, he gradually calmed his breathing. My infatuated brother lay spent on his cum-soaked mattress. Surely, my naked figure was dancing in his mind!

Such shameless depravity! Oh my, Darien! I had no idea that my beauty could entice you so! Big Sister’s watching you, and what a stellar performance you gave!

I fondled myself. He may be spent, but I’m just getting started!

Aw, please? It feels so good! Mmmm... I can't help it!

Brother visits Sister at College Part 3

breastgirl34c on Incest Stories

  After Michelle got out of bed and went back to her room to get the video camera, I also climbed out of bed, but my destination was much different than hers.   I was headed over to Brian.   As I walked across the room, I made no effort at all to conceal myself from him, after all, he had already seen me naked, as well as have sex with both a girl and a guy.   I looked him right in the eye and asked him.   “So, do you still think I’m a lesbian?”

 

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  He paused a minute then said, “Well, you really seemed to enjoy that with him.”

  “If only you knew,” I thought.   Then I did something that if you would’ve told me 6 hours prior I was going to do, I wouldn’t have believed you, but here I was, and I did it.   I reached out and placed my hand over Brian’s now limp cock hanging between his legs.    I started moving my hand and trying to work some life back into his cock.   Deep down inside, I hoped that he still had some energy and cum left for me.

 

  As I sat there kneading life back into my brother, I looked him right in the eyes and said, “You know, I do love pussy, but there is absolutely nothing like a hard cock.”   I then sat on his lap startling his stomach, but being sure to leave enough room still so that I could continue working on him.   I looked at him in the eyes and started moving my face closer and closer to his.   Our lips finally met for the first time in years.   We started to slowly kiss, and then a little ways into it, Brian started pushing his tongue into my mouth.   I happily worked his with mine.

 

  It was at this point that if anyone was watching (which I’m sure Melissa was back by this point filming this whole thing), the thought that this kid was my brother would’ve been their last thought.   We weren’t acting like siblings, we were acting like two teenage lovers.   We started kissing like we had been kissing for years, not like it was our first time.  

 

  I think all this action had awoken the little monster I was holding in my hand because I started to feel it grow.   I held it in the palm of my hand and just held it and felt it grow in my hand.   It was a pretty cool feeling, I liked it quite a bit.

 

  Brian’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own.   They were wondering all over my body.   Up to my neck, to my chest where they would rub and caress my breasts, and down my stomach where they would take passes by my pussy.   I kept my hand on his dick and was slowly jacking him off.

 

   I broke our kiss, gave him a smile, then slowly moved down and got on my knees in front of the chair.   I took his dick in my hand again and slowly guided it towards my mouth.   I took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue all over his head.   He let out a moan when I did this.   I slowly started bobbing up and down on his cock.   I was using my tongue to swirl around the head and lick down the length of his shaft.

 

  With one hand I was stroking the length of his shaft, and with the other one I was fumbling with his balls.   He seemed to be enjoying this quite a bit.   Of course, I’ve never known a guy who hasn’t enjoyed a blow job, let alone from his own sister.    I deep throated him a couple times.   I could actually feel his dick going part way down my throat.

 

  When I pulled him out again, he motioned for me to stand up.   I did, but never once let go of his dick.

  “I want you to go to the bed and lay down, I want to do things to you that I’ve been dreaming for years.”

  I just smiled at him and walked over to my bed, dragging him by his dick.   I climbed up onto my bed and then laid down arms at my sides and legs slightly spread and looking at him.   He was standing beside me just looking my body over.   His eyes started at my feet and slowly made their way up to my eyes.

 

  He then took his hand and lightly placed his fingers on my foot, then slowly (and I do mean slowly) started dragging them up my body.   He went up the inside of my leg, up to my pussy where he went right up the middle of my very wet slit, then continued moving them slowly and lightly up my stomach.   He went right up the middle of one of my breasts then up my neck and finally to my face and mouth, where I slowly sucked them in and started to suck on them a little bit.

 

  I don’t know why, but what he was doing here was really turning me on.   I had never had a guy do this to me before.   Little did I know that he wasn’t even close to being done teasing me yet.

 

  Brian climbed up on the bed with me now, his dick still hard as ever.   He kind’ve stratteled my ankles and supported himself with one hand.   With the other, he grabbed his hard dick and started to do the same thing with it that he had with his fingers.   If I had any leg hairs, or hadn’t shaved this morning, they would’ve stood straight up on end.   Having his hard dick moving slowly up my perfectly smooth leg was almost too much for me.   It sent a shiver and tingle through my body.

 

  Brian was slowly guiding his dick up the inside of my leg to my pussy.   He then used it to trace up and down right through the middle of my slit.   I couldn’t take it anymore, I let out a pretty loud moan.   There’s nothing in this world I wanted more at that moment than to have him inside me.   Instead he was just laying there on top of me rubbing his dick through my pussy getting covered in my juices.   A couple of times, he sunk himself in just as deep as his head.   It wasn’t really deep enough to call anything, except being evil and teasing his own sister!   My eyes were closed by this point and my hands were at work on my breasts, as I was in my own little pleasure world.   Each time he buried his head in me I screamed out, not because it shocked or hurt me, but because I was hoping he was going to go father, even though I knew he wouldn’t.

 

  The last time he stuck his head in me it was too much, I felt my whole body shake as I erupted with an orgasm.   He screamed out too when my pussy grabbed and squeezed his dick.   He then pulled it out and continued it on its journey up my body.   I had my eyes closed, my hands at my sides and my head off to one side as I used all my remaining energy to concentrate on the sensations he was giving me.   I could feel him tracing slowly up my stomach.   I could feel him then strattle my stomach and sit on me.   He used his still rock hard dick to start rubbing my breasts.   He was rubbing them all over.   He was tracing my tits, getting them to bounce back and forth, and just basically using his dick to play with them.   I actually liked this too, no one had ever used their dick to play with my boobs before, so it was something that was new for me too.

 

  I then felt his hands on the sides of my breasts and felt him pushing them together.   I felt his dick enter the space between them and start pushing in.   They were really dry, and his dick moving wasn’t very smooth.   He must have realized this too, because he reached down and scooped a handful of juices from my pussy and slapped them on his dick.   This time it was much smoother and felt a whole lot better.  

 

  Brian sat there on my stomach and started to tit fuck me.   At first he was just slowly sliding his dick up and down between my breasts, but he eventually started to pick up the pace.   With my boobs, I could feel every contour of his dick, everything from its hardness to the veins in his shaft.   It was amazing.

 

  After he had been tit fucking me for a little bit, I leaned my head up and when I saw it emerge out from between my breasts, I would stick out my tongue and lick his head.   He moaned when I did this the first time, so I kept it up.   Not too much longer, he moaned/yelled out and I saw him starting to shoot a load of cum on my upper chest and on my face.   I opened my mouth and caught some in my mouth.

 

  After he had shot his entire load, we both just kind’ve sat there for a moment, then he started to move back down my body. “oh god, what now” I thought.   He moved down and laid on his stomach between my spread legs.   I felt his tongue dart out and touch my already sensitive pussy.   “OH GOD.” I screamed out as I felt his tongue go to work on me.

 

  As Brain worked that magic tongue on my pussy, I used my hands and started to rub the cum he had just shot on me into my breasts.   I was moaning from the shots of pleasure he was sending through my body.   I was squeezing my breasts and lifting my ass of the bed, grinding my pussy into Brian’s face as he ate me out.   We continued this for a little while before he broke off and came back up to my face and we started kissing again.  

 

  We were really going at it, and just like before, if people didn’t already know we were brother and sister, they would never be able to guess it.   We were going at it like we had been going at it for years.   Making out with him, I could taste his cum, as well as mine on his lips and on his tongue, but I didn’t care, this was way too good to pass up.   He broke the kiss and looked straight into my eyes as if asking me if I really wanted to do this.   I kind’ve laughed inside that he was asking this NOW.   I nodded and a moment later, with out him ever breaking eye contact with me, I felt him slip all the way into me.

 

  I moaned and gasped when I felt him enter me.   A day, even hours ago, if you would’ve told me that I would be having sex and enjoying it with my brother, I wouldn’t have believed you, not at all, but here I was with him, and we were joined in the best form of love two people can show for one another.   After he pushed himself all the way in, he just kind’ve held it there, as if he was in shock as much as I was, and wanted to savor the moment and never let it get away.   So there we were, with him on top of me, fully in me, just staring into each others eyes.  

 

  After a little bit he started moving.   Slowly at first, but then he started to pick up the pace, as well as how much he was pulling out.   I knew right now what I wanted was a hard fuck.   I was sure that later we would really settle down and make love the way it was supposed to be made (but that’s another story!), but right now, we just wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, and that is basically what we did.

 

  I spread my legs as wide as I could and Brian pushed them up to my chest to give himself the best access to my pussy he could.   He placed his hands on the underside of my thighs as if to hold them there, and supported himself on his knees as he drove himself in then pulled himself out.

 

  We laid there for a while, him giving my pussy a pounding which I haven’t received in a while, if ever.   There we laid, him holding my legs up and away and fucking me senseless.   I could feel and hear his balls slapping my ass each time he pushed in.   I wish I could describe what it felt like to have my brothers dick inside of me, but it was something special.   It didn’t feel like any dick I had ever had before.   It felt more filling, made me hotter and made the sex, the best I have ever had.

 

  After we went a while in this position, we switched.   He pulled out and laid down on my bed, and I climbed up over him and strattled him.   I wanted to see him, and I wanted him to see me.   After looking him in the eye, I grabbed his dick held it straight up and slowly sank onto it.   My eyes rolled back into my head.   God damn, I wish I knew what made this so good.   I started to ride him, impaling myself on my brothers cock, then pulling myself off.

 

  He was memorized for a little while at the sight of him disappearing into his sister, then he looked up and looked me in the eye and started fucking me back.   Every time I pushed down, he met me with an upward thrust to send himself even that much deeper into me.   I didn’t last too much longer and screamed out when I felt another orgasm rip through my body.   I was exhausted now, I had been having sex for quite a while now, first Michelle, then Ted, now Brian, I was pretty tired now and had no energy left, but Brian just kept going.

 

  Despite me stopping from my orgasm, Brian just kept on fucking me. Being impaled on his cock was the only thing that was holding me up, my limbs were jelly other wise.   Brian’s breaths turned to grunts and I knew he was nearing his orgasm.   I looked at him looking me in the eye and I just nodded.   I wanted to feel his incestuous cum erupt inside of me.   I wanted to feel his little sperm swimming around inside my belly.  

 

  A few grunts later he grabbed me tight, shoved himself as far in as he could go and erupted.   We both screamed out as he started shooting load after load into me.   His cum felt so hot inside of me, but felt really good.   I could feel it reaching to the extremes of my insides and reaching every crevasse it could.

 

  We looked at each other one more time, then I collapsed on the bed next to him.   I managed to put my hand on his chest and drape a leg over him.   He turned his head to me and our lips joined in a single kiss.

 

  I heard some movement on the other side of the room and looked over to see Michelle sitting there with a video camera with a stunned look on her face.   I had totally forgot she was here, I was so drawn up in the moment that I completely forgot.  

 

  She looked at me with her stunned look and softly said, “Damn, that was so hot.”   All I could manage to do was smile.

 

 

 

Don’t worry, the adventures aren’t over yet, stay tuned for part 4!

Inside Me: C05

enchrine on Incest Stories

Inside Me

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The countdown was on. I could only assume he wanted to have sex with me. He never tried though. The weekend came to pass. I slept with him Friday night. That was a given. I wasn’t about to leave him after that. Saturday night was a bit awkward. Pretty much the whole of Saturday was awkward.

Ean somehow managed to recess back into his own mind. It seemed he only spoke his emotions in extreme highs. If not stimulated to the max, he regressed within himself and seemed to be in thought at all times of the day. I knew he was confused, he said it himself, but him keeping to himself trying to figure everything out was so tense.

I couldn’t read a book, I was
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living the greatest story I ever set my eyes on. There was nothing to kill the time. I smiled a lot Saturday. I mean I smiled a lot. I was so happy. I tried smiling to Ean but he always returned half-confused smiles and went on. I brought on a few short conversations with him but nothing about the day before. I was getting a little scared about us by nighttime. I nervously asked him if he wanted me to sleep in his room. He said I could if I wanted to. I wanted so badly to hear him say yes but at least he didn’t say no. I wasn’t about to say no to him. I fell asleep in his warm, firm arms.

Sunday at breakfast I had a terrible revelation. He had said that he would trust me in this relationship. Was he waiting for me to make a move? Did he want me to take control of him? I would never be able to give him orders to undress in front of me. I could never do what he did to me. I’m not saying he did anything wrong, he did everything right, but he was Ean, I was me.

What if he was just planning his next move? If I stepped up and asked for him to have sex with me, would he back away? Was he ready for sex? He had planned it for so long and just like that, pop, his girlfriend was dead and he was all alone. If I took charge and he still wanted control, would he talk me down back into my place? Was he waiting for me or planning his next move? I wanted to go back to school. I wanted to talk to Montana. She knew stories about Ean. She knew intimate details about his relationship with her sister.

Mom called. She was coming home on Wednesday. The trial was coming to a close soon. Mom said though her boss was talking about an upcoming Supreme Court case with her as he read through her notes. She thought this trial was just a test to see how she would fare; it was the first court case she ever had to cover and did think it was a bit out of the blue. If she did her job well enough, she might get a trip to Washington D.C. She seemed worried about me on the phone until I told her that Ean was doing better than ever. He was still reserved but he talked to me and smiled a lot more. I was helping him a lot. Luckily she was on the phone and couldn’t see the giant grin on my face when I said that.

Sunday night I wore the thinnest, silkiest panties I had. I asked Ean if he wanted me to sleep with him.

“If you want to?” he replied. I hated that. He knew I liked him. He knew I wanted everything with him. Hadn’t I proven that earlier? Why was he still treating me like I had doubts? Why was he giving me every option to back away from everything? I never would. Didn’t he know that?

I climbed under the covers with him after I turned his light off and hugged him extra tight. I didn’t let go either. I hugged him for as long as I could. I wanted to see what he would do. He did nothing. He just hugged me back until he fell asleep, then I did too.

Monday morning I took a shower before school. Ean was going to drive me. He had woken up before me and left the bed without me knowing.

I turned the shower water off and opened the glass door to get my towel. The bathroom door opened. I immediately gasped. It had to be Ean but I still had never had someone walk in on me in the shower. Sure enough, Ean walked into view. I pulled the towel over my body to cover up.

He pushed the toothpaste tube and a cup from the sink’s countertop, across from the shower, back to the wall and backed into it to sit down. He settled himself down and just stared at me.

I was naked behind my towel. Soaking wet, and I would have to move and touch myself in easily imaginable provocative ways to dry off. I could close the glass shower door and dry off behind the fogged, distorted barrier but I just couldn’t. Ean was staring at me. I was so embarrassed behind my towel. I was just a meek little girl. Why was he doing this to me?

He wouldn’t stop looking at me. I knew he would sit there all day. Closing the shower door on him would make me wish death on myself. I knew he would shun me for it. I would just feel more awkward behind the glass. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes when I opened it again.

I slowly dropped the towel. My tiny breasts came into his sight. More and more until the tiniest patch of fuzz was revealed between my legs. I looked at him to see if he showed any emotion to my actions. As expected, he didn’t.

I tried my best to ignore his existence and dry myself off normally. It was the most embarrassing thing. I had to lift my arms to dry under them. They were great poses for my little breasts to humiliate themselves. Drying my back was the worst. I had to run the towel between my butt crack to dry that too.

I got to my first knee when for some strange reason, I started to smile. I was beyond embarrassed splaying myself out like that but I couldn’t help but smile. Ean was watching me. Why would he watch if he didn’t like it? He wasn’t talking to me. He wasn’t probing my mind. He didn’t just like me because we got along so well. No. He was watching my body. He wanted to see my body. How could I not smile to that? My brother was lusting after my body. Wow! What a way to start off the week.

I was so happy. I felt like a little girl getting a kiss from the hottest movie actor I could have ever dreamed just to see in the distance beyond a crowd of thousands of people. I felt hot. More confident than ever. The most perfect guy in the world wanted my body.

I threw the towel over the shower door and stepped out. I walked to the toilet seat lid where my clothes sat. Ean’s eyes followed. I picked up my tiny little pair of panties. They looked so small before I put them on. Fresh from my dresser after a fluff dry.

I leaned forward and lifted my leg to slip it through the little hole. Ean was watching me. I looked back at him. Not to his face that time. I knew his face showed no emotion. I looked to his pants. That place, I found to show a massive amount of emotion the other day. I found it again. What I never really noticed before was now impossible not to notice. He had the biggest bulge between his legs. I couldn’t stop smiling.

I finished dressing. I didn’t even bother getting a bowl of cereal. I knew I couldn’t eat it. I wasn’t hungry after an event like that. Ean followed me around as if he was lost. I had the biggest smile on my face and I couldn’t wait to get away from him. I couldn’t look at him. My face blushed deep deep red if I looked at him. I could feel the blood in excess there.

Somehow Ean’s emotionless face made it almost funny. He could be thinking anything. We could have just done the dirtiest thing in the world, and if he walked out in front of our grandparents, they wouldn’t have a clue. I felt so safe with him. Like I was allowed to show what I was feeling at the time and he would protect me from what the world might throw at me because of it. I was his little sister.

Finally it was time to leave. My body was shaking in excitement. I couldn’t wait until second period. I had to talk to Montana. I didn’t know what I would say; I couldn’t tell her the truth, but I had to tell her something. I couldn’t hold all this joy in. I was going to explode. I was so jittery on the drive to school.

Ean pulled up and stopped in the road before the high school. I opened the door and got out.

“Bye!” I said to him the happiest, most excited voice. I closed the door and quickly walked away. I thought about how I should have said, ‘I love you,’ to him as well but I thought the shriek in my voice showed him how happy I was.

First period flew by as I paid no attention to the class whatsoever. Second period came and as soon as Montana saw my face, she rushed over and asked me what happened.

“I have the most amazing brother in the world.” I replied and quietly as I could.

“What, did he buy you something really cool?”

“No, but I can see why your sister liked him so much.” I was shaking then. I didn’t know if it was from excitement or fear. Had I just said too much? Montana just stared at me in disbelief.

“Did you two have, you know?”

“No,” I whispered loudly. “Your sister never did either.”

“Did he touch you?”

“No, well yes, once only and that was an accident a while ago. But he, I, I just love him.”

The bell rang to start class. Montana stared at my over excited face with the most curious gaze. The teacher apparently noticed the tension between us on what could be a very long conversation.

“Girls, I trust it can wait until after class.” I shot my head over to a serious adult’s face. I tried my best to calm down for the few seconds she stared between us. She looked happy enough at our new attention to her and turned away.

“Lunch time,” Montana whispered to me. “You better be there early.”

Math seemed to drone on. With Montana sitting next to me, it was hard to reflect on Ean. She appeared deep in thought. She appeared to almost guess at least to the degree of what might have happened between me and my brother, if not the actual thing. She looked happy though. Even though I thought she knew that when I said I loved him that I meant a bit more than in a family way, she seemed to have accepted it. If she could accept it and maybe help me, she would be the most amazing friend. I didn’t think I could handle her shunning me for liking Ean. I really wanted a girl friend. I never had one before and having one now that would accept something like that would be beyond amazing.

The next thing I remembered was walking into the cafeteria. My mind was so far in on itself. Then I was walking from the cashier with my tray. I was broken from my zone to Montana waving me to her table. She was alone against the wall in a corner. She had already eaten her packed lunch.

“You can’t hog him to yourself you know,” she said as I sat down. “He’s in college and you’re just a freshman in high school.”

“What?” I played innocently.

“Hmm, let’s see,” she started sarcastically, “what could make a freshman girl glow like she just discovered her first orgasm. And then tell me that she loved a guy so much that she also just called the most amazing person ever.”

“Not so loud,” I whispered. She figured something out.

“My sister did go out with him for over a year you know. Just because they never had sex doesn’t mean she was never satisfied. She didn’t give me details but she told me some stories.”

“Do you think it’s weird,” I asked, “you know, that I like him so much?”

“If I had a brother like him, I would have raped him in his sleep by now if he wouldn’t let me do it to him while he was awake.” I felt my face rise dramatically in temperature as she said that.

“Really?”

“You’re too coy; I would definitely have had me a piece of him by now.”

My face had to be glowing in embarrassment. “How… How would you go about doing that?”

“Shoot, according to what you and my sister say, he’s a virgin. Why would I tell you how to break him in? Let me come sleep over this weekend and I’ll prepare him for you.”

I could see in the way she prided her face that she was mostly all talk. I knew she would cower at his feet if she ever actually met him. I was pretty sure she knew it too but I thought she would try anything to at least let him know she existed. I wasn’t letting her near him though. She was my friend. Ean was my lover, or he would be. They didn’t need to know each other; they both had me.

“How far have you gotten with him?” she asked carefully. “You said he touched you.”

“Accidentally. When he was sleeping, I was in bed with him. He thought I was your sister and kind of acted it out on me.” Oh sweet victory. The look on Montana’s face made me almost laugh in happy embarrassment. “He just cupped me down there and – and he kept moving. His thing was moving on my leg and then I let go. He woke up to me moaning.”

Montana’s hands were under the table and her arms were tense. Her face made me want to die in laughter. I had never made someone so jealous before. It felt so amazing that for once, I was the main attraction to a story that would make other girls ping in jealousy. I had to keep going. I couldn’t hold back. It felt so good. I felt soo special.

“On Friday, last week, a couple of days ago – don’t even ask me how I got naked, but I was on his bed completely naked. He was on his knees over me. He had his pants and boxers down on my legs. And he cummed all over my body. It was on my breasts, my ribs; some was seeping into my belly button. It was so warm. He hugged me so tight even though I was so dirty from him and he said he would always protect me no matter what I did. And we fell asleep together like that. Naked in his arms with his sperm all over my chest.”

“Stop it, please stop. You’re killing me.” Montana was in shock. “Don’t even tell me why you were so happy this morning. Seriously, I will give you all my allowances for this entire year if you just let me sleep over at your house once when he’s there.”

“Well, my mom is away so it’s just been me and him for the past week. And I get until Wednesday with him alone some more. After that, mom comes home. I don’t think I could do anything soon.” More like never.

“Could you do at least one thing for me than, and I’ll try to give you advise on stuff I learned about your brother from my sister.”

“What?”

“Call me tonight and tell me what happened that made you so happy this morning.”

I smiled and blushed deeply. “You can never ever tell anyone about this stuff.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Can I trust you more than your sister’s ability to keep secrets about my brother?”

Her face went flush. “We had a sister thing, we could trust each other, she never told anyone other than me. But I have a little sister in the seventh grade. I don’t want to lose her trust and I know she can be trusted. It’s a sister thing.” I looked nervously at her. “It’s like you and your brother, you trust each other. So do we.”

“Fine,” I gave in. I really wanted a friend to talk to about this stuff. “You don’t have any special bonds with your parents do you?”

“No, I would never ever tell them anything like that. Besides, if I told them, they would never let me over to your house.”

She was persistent.

The lunch bell rang and I hadn’t taken a single bite of my food. I hadn’t eaten breakfast either; I was actually hungry then.

School ended and I rode home with Ean. The call I was supposed to make that night turned out to be an hour after school. It was a nice gesture for Ean to pick me up from school but at home, he reverted back to his mind. I felt almost guilty that he drove me home, almost as if he felt he had to.

To kill that thought and the boredom of no homework, I called Montana. The sounds of a young girl yelling in the background faded as it sounded like she closed herself into her room. Retelling the story of what happened after my shower didn’t really sound all that interesting, but Montana assured me that were she in my position, she could fully understand why I would be so happy.

The conversation turned into me asking for advice on how to get my older brother to have sex with me. Montana reluctantly accepted that I wasn’t going to let her anywhere near Ean if she didn’t at least try to help me first.

“Try going to bed with him naked.”

“I’ve slept with him naked before.”

“Don’t were any panties then, just a nightgown.”

“He won’t know unless he touches me and he usually doesn’t. Also, that sounds kind of slutty.”

“I don’t know. Just push it in you when he’s asleep and hope he has another dream about my sister.”

“He said if I let him take advantage of me again while he was asleep, he wouldn’t forgive me.”

“Oh.” There she heard it. Just a piece of what was complicating everything. Even though Ean did all that stuff to me, there was so much more that took away the fairy tale aspect of it.

We ended the conversation after a few hours not really accomplishing much. But when I hung up the phone, I felt happy. I didn’t feel alone. I wasn’t lost in a filling thought like after I closed a good book, but after that almost meaningless conversing for hours on end, I still felt full.

Ean and I ate dinner together; he through some chicken and potatoes into the oven. Afterwards, we watched TV for the last few hours of the day.

When I came from the bathroom, I walked directly into Ean’s room. I wasn’t going to ask him if I could sleep with him that night; I was just going to do it. Ean was already getting into bed. The light was still on. I smiled. He was expecting me to come. I liked being expected.

I climbed into bed with him after flipping the light switch. We laid apart for a few minutes in the silence.

“Why haven’t you had sex with me?” I asked him.

“I didn’t know it was my job.”

“I’m not going to do it to you. If you want it, you can come and get it.” I hoped that didn’t sound too bad. I didn’t mean to sound so snobbish.

“You’re my sister. This can’t last forever. We can’t get married. It’s all pointless.”

I laid in silence. He was absolutely right and I knew it. I didn’t want to accept it though. After what we had done together, if we just stopped, I wouldn’t be able to go on living.

“So,” I said. “You never just do something without thinking. Just because you can’t see the end doesn’t mean it’s not worth starting. I think we should do it. It’s the only logical thing in my head right now. It’s been the only logical thing in my mind since before you came home. Since after your girlfriend died. I bet you had everything planned out with her. I bet that wasn’t in your plans. Why do you feel like you need to trust me? Right after everything you know to be true fails, why do you think your mind wants you to look somewhere else for an answer? You’re the smart one always listening to your brain. Why don’t you listen to it when it tells you that you failed, that you need some help? I want to help.”

“You’re fourteen.”

“So!” I raised my voice. “Are you appalled by my little body? My small breasts. My fourteen year old body. Or is it my fourteen year old mind. Am I just too stupid for you; even though I’m your sister? Even though our dad is the same person. You cummed on my naked body and said you trusted me. Now I’m just fourteen. You don’t make any sense!” I waited for a reply. Something. Anything. I just wanted him to say something. I didn’t mean to say all that. I didn’t know where it all came from. I never thought about that before. Why did I just say all that?

“I’m sorry Maeghan. I’m just confused.” I felt the bed shift as he rolled away from me. Those were the last words spoken that night. It felt like all the stuff we did before, him touching me, me stripping for him, him masturbating on me, me drying myself off in front of him, all of it, it was all just children’s games compared to what just happened. I wanted a deeper relationship with him but I didn’t think deeper meant this complicated.

I had it all planned out. I wanted to have sex with him. I would do anything to make that happen. But I never really planned anything out. What was Ean feeling? He was so confused. His last plan with Crystal ended with her dead. Now his new plan - I didn’t think he had a new plan. Maybe he couldn’t piece one together. He was alone. All he had was me, but he thought nothing could happen because we were related. The guy with all the answers had nothing left and I called him out on it. Why did I have to speak?
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