Age: Jonathan: 19
Lesson: Art class
Jonathan stared at the folded piece of paper sitting on his desk. Drawn on the front of the paper was a large heart coloured in a bright cherry red. Above the giant red heart were the stencilled words “Happy Valentines Day”. It was a rather poor excuse for a card and he knew that no real effort had been given but as he thought at the time – what was the point? It was a single card that was made in a class exercise because the teacher didn’t have a lesson planned and sure enough would be ripped and binned later anyway.
The teacher had come to the agreement with the class that to save the embarrassment of giving a card to the person they would all hand in their cards to the front of the class and at the end of the class the teacher would give the cards out instead. Jon already had his card ready and knew who exactly he wanted to give his to; she was (in his eyes) the most beautiful girl in the school. Her name was Jenna and she was the captain of the schools girl’s lacrosse team. Her long, blonde, wavy hair captivated him every time he looked in her direction. He let out a sigh and opened the card. Written In the middle of the card in his scruffy and rushed handwriting were the words: “Happy valentines, the most beautiful girl in the world.”. Underneath the message was his name and three X’s, there was no name at the top, there was no point – after all the teacher were going to hand them out directly so she would get it anyway.
He looked over at her once more, she was in a conversation with the person sitting on her right and they were both giggling. Her smile made him smile. She looked over at him and waved, he smiled back and waved before looking down at the card pretending to be busy. When he was sure she was not looking at him anymore he looked back up. For a second he looked behind her at the girl sitting by herself with her head in her hands, she looked upset. He knew it was his sister and he also knew that she was a bit of a loner. Not by intention but she wasn’t going to have many friends with her large metal braces, thick glasses and un-fair complexion. She was no Jenna.
A pang of pity shot through his heart. Yes, she was no Lacrosse captain and would never win any looks contests but what hurt him most was that he knew no guy in the class would bother to give her a card. After all who would want to give Rachel Moore, social outcast and general loner a card?
Jon looked down at his card. The raised his hand and waited for the teacher to acknowledge.
“Yes, Jon?” The teacher asked sitting behind his desk like overwatch (too many spy movies).
“Made a mistake sir. Could I have another piece of paper?”
Obviously annoyed the teacher reached into a draw in desk and placed a blank page on the top of his desk. Jon went to receive the paper and threw the old one in the bin as he walked back to his seat. He started again on his new card. Taking this time this time and putting effort into it he carefully drew a large heart like the other. Using the array of felts on his desk he selected the blood red colour and began to colour the shape. When he was done he drew four more hearts around the big heart in the corners and coloured those in yellow – his sisters’ favourite colour. On the inside he wrote a new message in his best handwriting, it read: “You’ll always be in my heart, my girl.” He signed the card and wrote at the top: “To the best girl I know, Rachel Moore.”. It was probably overkill writing her full name but hey what did it matter?
He gave the card in to the teacher and sat back down at his desk waiting for the end of the lesson. Finally the end did come and there was a buzz of excitement and general murmur throughout the class. The teacher stood at the front of the class with the large pile of homemade cards at his side. The teacher began calling out the students names and the number of cards that they had.
“Jonathan Moore, three… Jenna Karas, five… Rachel Bilson, two…”
One by one the students walked from their seats and collected the cards before walking back to their seats, talking to friends while reading the cards they had given.
“Rachel Moore, one”
There was a small murmur throughout the class and one person even gave a small chuckle obviously thinking it was some practical joke. Reluctant to make a scene Rachel remained in her seat, sympathetically the teacher went to her table and placed the card in front of her before walking back and reading out the rest of the class names.
No longer paying attention to the rally of who got the most cards Jon was watching his sisters’ expression. At the beginning of getting her card she too must have thought it was some type of joke on her but eventually she managed to pluck her courage and opened the card. Her face brightened as she read what was inside and he gave her a small but warm smile as she looked up at him, she too smiled. The class died down giving just a few minutes till the bell ended the class.
Jon looked at the cards on his desk. They all pretty much looked the same, a giant heart and the same boring words. Some cards had glitter while others were like the card he made. Without bothering to read the messages he flicked through them. Stacy Chaplain, Tracy Emerald, Jenna Karas. He looked around the room at the people who had given him a card; Stacy was talking to her best friend and not paying him any attention. Tracy was reading a book she had brought to school and Jenna was looking through her own cards. When she finished she looked up at him as in to say: Why did you not give me a card?
He felt guilty about that, she gave him a card and he should have made two rather than just the one. But once he looked over at his sister and saw the smile and the look on her face as she studied his card all the emotions washed away.
The rest of Valentine’s Day went like any other day, when he got home he showed, to his mothers’ persistence, the cards he had gotten and then unceremoniously dumped them in the bin. He never even noticed his sister run straight through without showing her card and straight to her room. He didn’t see much of her after that.
Dinner was late that night and again at their mothers’ persistence, they had to sit and eat as a family at the table. Several times he looked up from his meal and caught his sister sitting opposite watching him with a smile across her lips. Maybe it should have bothered him more but considering the fact that he had probably done the nicest thing that she’s ever had he let her smile.
1 years later
Age: Jonathan: 20
No more school for Jon but Rachel still has end of year.
Weekend – Sunday.
“Rachel will you get out of that shower!?” Jon shouted through the bathroom door knowing that she was hogging the hot water.
“One second” Was the reply.
“You said that half an hour ago!”
“Fine I’m getting out, Don’t cry about it.”
Jon went inside his room and sat on his bed, the bathroom was directly to the right of his room. Hanging off the wall opposite in his room was a ceiling to floor mirror giving him an unobstructed view of the landing. He watched his sister run past with a towel wrapped around her slender body.
‘WOW’ he thought.
If he thought she was a late bloomer then bloomed she had. Her hair had become longer, silky, wavy and dyed brunette. She had gotten rid of her glasses and now only wore a pair when she needed to concentrate or reading. Without those thick lenses covering her face her bright blue eyes shone majestically. Her figure had built out more and she had grown more in other parts that made Jon nervous that he shouldn’t be looking there. She was not skinny by any means but had just enough to make her shape fuller and proportionally matched her long, slender, smooth legs. She always painted her toes and fingers, usually in some primary bright colour such as red, blue, green, yellow. Today it was blue.
He waited one more minute before he stripped off his shirt and threw it in the corner of the room and discarded his trousers and underwear in the hamper. The bathroom was only next door and there was little to no chance that he would be seen. He ran out into the landing and into the bathroom. Closing the door he noticed that his sister’s room door was not fully closed… strange, she usually preferred privacy and locked herself in most the day.
The shower was quick, brief and cold. Just as he opened the door to the bathroom he saw his sister outside looking at him, he scanned her face and for a brief moment he thought he recognised the look of disappointment. He gave her a smile and carried on to his room. He removed the towel wrapped around his waist and threw on the same old top, new underwear and a new pair of trousers.
After the typical family meal together their parents had announced that they were going to go out and the two siblings would have the house to themselves. Surprisingly it wasn’t long before their parents began to get ready to go out for the night. While they were getting ready Jon retreated back to his room. A few moments later there was a knock on his door.
“You can come in” he shouted.
The door opened and his mother stepped through. To describe his mother: She’s about the same height of her daughter (if not a few inches shorter). Has brown hair, like her daughter but has red highlights throughout her short cropped hair. She was wearing a black sequin night dress that came over her shoulders and a long ‘V’ line giving perfect view of her ample breasts. The dress cut short just above her knee line. Her feet hidden by sensible low heeled shoes that looked both fashionable and practical.
“So… how do I look?” She asked giving a twirl showing her slightly larger ass.
“You look magnificent, mom.” He replied.
“Thanks sweetie. Don’t stay up too late. Your father and I should be back around one.” She said turning around and walking downstairs. “Good night!” she called from down the stairs.
“Good night!” He called back.
After a short while of laying on his bed reading one of his many books, written by David Arguette (fantastic writer), Jon got up and walked down the stairs, his sister was still in her room. He got to the living room and flicked on the TV. Being late at night there was not much going on at the moment but there was the occasional movie. He settled for ‘Cops on Camera’. He managed to last five minutes before there was a break and he resumed the flicking. He flicked through the music channels for a short while but having the volume low as not to disturb his sister upstairs there was nothing to hear, an idea occurred. He looked back at the door to the stairs – closed – and then waited with the TV on mute for any sounds of anyone moving. It was quiet.
He typed in the PIN to the parental channels and flicked through the adult channel list. One channel showed a half-naked blonde girl, who in his own opinion was more bulky. The girl was lying on her back making humping motions with her hips and screaming into a mobile pressed against her ear. Next channel. This time it was a smaller and perkier blonde who was sitting cross legged facing the camera and wagging her finger as in to say: “come here”. He couldn’t help thinking that she was pretty but there was something about her that made him reluctant to masturbate to the thought of her. Without a specific reason he changed the channel back to the original program and settled back down.
It was probably a lucky decision as just as the channel flipped back to show a police on-board camera following another vehicle the landing door opened and his sister walked into the room. He was wearing tight jeans that wrapped around her slender legs and a tight tank top that pushed against her firm breasts accentuating them more.
“What we watching?” she asked sliding on to the settee besides him. She curled her feet up and laid her head on his arm. Her wavy brunette hair dropped over his skin, she smelled of strawberries. His right arm dropped over her body and shifted onto his right leg. He draped his arm across the backrest of the settee before smoothly dropping it down onto her arm.
“Just some cop show, ‘Cops on Camera'”. He replied never once taking his eyes from her body.
She gave a secret, gleeful smile.
He stroked her arm smoothly gaining a moan of appreciation. He looked down at her, her lips full and inviting. She leaned forwards as did he and they met with a passionate kiss. Her lips parted allowing for him to slip in his tongue. He slid his tongue over hers probing this new and exciting orifice. His hand moved off her arm and ran over the sides of her breast before diving through her top and he held her bare breast. Her skin was smooth, soft and warm to touch. Her moans grew louder. Her small but beautiful hand glided over his leg and to the impending bulge growing in between. She rubbed him for about a minute before moving her hand through underneath his jeans touching his cock for the first time. This time it was he who moaned. She closed her eyes and let the sensation of this forbidden lust take over. He began to move his hips in time to her stroking up and down, his own hand moving out from under her top and over her jeans. He cupped a hand full of her ass over her jeans before gaining enough courage to move underneath, she wore no panties. He ran his hand over her bare ass cheek, as more afraid than anything he reluctantly ran his finger between the cheeks of her buttocks feeling her tight bud. He was too scared to actually push his fingers into her but moved his hand downwards till he felt the soft folds of her wet, moist pussy lips. This time his lust had taken over and slowly he pushed his middle finger between her lips to feel the soft velvet hidden inside. She squealed. It was a beautiful sound. He grew more confident and moved his fingers faster in and out making her moan louder and louder her breathing erratic.
She made the move first; she took her hand off his cock and grabbed his jeans pulling them down so his fully erect cock stood proud and triumphant. Her head leaned closer, her breath ticking the sensitive head. Her lips were wet and smooth. She glided her head over his cock, still moaning to the feelings being brought on by giving her brother a blowjob – not to mention the delightful feeling she was having by being fingered.
He took his fingers from out of her soaking pussy and rubbed them over her folds. He moved downwards knowing where to strike. He found her clit and was pleased to hear her scream in pleasure and surprise. Her hips began bucking rubbing herself against his hand trying to get all the pleasure from his fingers as she could manage.
Her head moved faster in time with her own feelings of pleasure that were tearing into her body like a knife through butter. Her mouth was gliding over his cock in an attempt to drain him of his fluid.
Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him with his cock stuffed in her mouth. She got off and stood up, pulling down her trousers and for the first time exposing her pink beautiful and glistening wet pussy to her brother.
“I want to fuck you, brother.” She said in a sultry and lust filled voice.
He could only nod in agreement of what they both wanted. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him, she giggled. She fell onto his laps and kneeled down on top of him. His cock pointing straight towards its goal. They kissed again, letting her tongue invade his mouth, it was not a passionate one as before but a lust crazed attempt to exchange saliva. During the kiss she grabbed his cock and lined it up towards her hole. Sinking down on his rigid member she groaned at the intrusion. He looked into her eyes and knew that this was heaven. She was beautiful.
The TV program had ended, apparently quite a while ago. He looked down at the beautiful siren lying on his arm; he blinked twice remembering the vivid images flooding his mind. She was watching a new show on the TV, he looked at her chest; she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Umm… excuse me.” He said standing up and walking away towards the stairs. He went to his room and closed the door. Laying on his bed his thoughts raced – ‘had I really just thought that?’ He asked himself time and time again. She was no longer his baby sister, the annoying and a loner. Now she was the girl of his dreams, the obsession to his fantasies. There was a knock on the door.
“What do you want?” He called out.
“Everything OK? You rushed off like there was something wrong.”
Was everything OK? Hmmm… let’s think, you’re my sister and yet I want to fuck you, I want to make you scream with pleasure that only me and my cock can give you. I want to love you and take you places like my girlfriend and yet I can’t… why? BECA– USE YOU’RE MY SISTER!!!
Instead he called out “Everything is fine; I’m coming back down now, just needed to clear the air.”
He guessed the answer was enough because he heard the sounds of footsteps moving down the stairs making the wood creak. He let out a breath of relief and got up going back downstairs.
She was kneeling on the settee facing the door. Her magnificent breasts exposed, her top thrown to the floor. The backrest obstructed the view but he hoped she was fully naked. Just like the lady from the adult channel she beckoned with the finger for him to ‘come closer’. He walked slowly; creeping to the settee with each step closer he saw more below her waist. She was fully naked. Her pink pussy glistened showing how aroused she obviously was. Her left hand toyed with her breast mashing and kneading the mound before pulling on her nipple. She arched her back and sighed. He walked around the settee till her was behind her. Her ass looked magnificent close up. He rubbed her leg, then the inside of her thigh. Without warning he jabbed two fingers straight into her soaking snatch. She arched her back as if he had been electrocuted and pulled more sharply on her nipples – alternating between breasts.
Taking the initiative he stealthily unzipped his trousers with his other spare hand trying to apply the same speed as to give nothing away. When he was fully free he grabbed her around the waist and pulled himself up squeezing inside her tight hole. She moaned loudly; if the neighbours were listening they might think that she was being hurt, if only they knew. Her head tilted back and rested on his collarbone.
She leaned forward over the backrest to allow him easier access. She pushed herself against him timing herself to his thrusts. He was close… very close. If she continued like this he was soon to spurt. She stopped.
Turned around and faced him. She then lay on the settee and spread her legs showing her soaking glory. He got between her legs and angled himself for a quick and easy penetration. Looking into her eyes he pushed his hips forwards and slid effortlessly inside. ‘God, I can never have enough of this’ he thought to himself. Her body started writhing and shaking uncontrollably and she let out an ear piercing scream as her body was overcome from her orgasm. As she came down from her high she looked at her brother who was pounding away on top of her.
“I’m going to cum.” He whispered out of breath. A thin film of sweat perspired on both of their entwined bodies.
“Cum for me big brother. Cum for your baby sister. Cum in your baby sister.” She moaned spitting out more lewd and filthy words. “Oh…god…god…god…god! I’m Cumming!!”
He would have thought that all the words would have put him off, after all it was his baby sister, but more than anything it made him even hungrier for her. It made him carry on, better.
Once again her body jerked and her pussy clamped around his cock. That was enough – knowing that he was going to cum he tried to pull out.
“No! Keep it in, make me yours! Stain your baby sister.” She screamed.
Lust and passion overtook is rationality – what if she got pregnant? He never even thought of stopping. Urged to carry on he slammed himself hard inside her digging deep and unleashing the torrent of semen inside his baby sister’s pussy….
His sister was laying on the settee sprawled out with her right leg dangling over the backrest and her head laying on the arm rest. He had the urge to just walk forward grab her beautiful, pedicured feet and cum all over her painted blue toes.
“Well don’t just stand their goofy looking; you’re letting in a draft, close the door.” She said without taking her attention off the TV.
He went and sat down, she sat up more and they resumed laying there just as they were before he left.
Their parents came back around 1:15 a.m., by that time his sister had already said goodnight and much to his own pleasure had given him a goodnight kiss on the cheek – how he wished that it had been on the lips (with tongue). He himself had also retreated to bed, but was not quite into a slumber just yet, he simply lay in his bed in the darkness trying to creep into sleep.
He was awake enough to hear his parents come in through the front door – he hoped it was his parents otherwise someone had broken into his house and was being rather noisy about it. He even heard his parents come up the stairs – two sets of footsteps.
His room was separated by theirs by a single wall of drywall. He knew this because frequently he heard ‘certain’ sounds coming from their room. Like now.
“Come on big boy. Fuck me with that huge cock.” He heard his mother shout – the sound and slur of her voice the tell-tale sign that she was indeed drunk.
This was followed by a grunt that he knew was his father. Soon the sounds of springs being used began to ring through the wall; his mother was fucking his father.
He sighed and rolled onto his side and wrapped the duvet around his head trying to block out the sounds. Blackness crept into his vision, and muffled sounds stalked his ears.
He felt a pressure on his duvet. Someone was in the room. Pressing on his bed. He felt the duvet being pulled down. And light rushing to his eyes. He blinked twice trying to adjust to the light and see who was there – he knew who it was. His sister was standing over the bed, dressed in a loose fitting nightgown. She smiled at him. She grabbed his hand and entwined her fingers through his just enjoying the sensation of being together. Her nipples poked through the wispy material of the gown. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She moved his hand to her bare thigh and up in between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He felt the familiar smooth folds of her sex and the small patch of neatly trimmed hair just above. He rubbed where he knew her clit was, she gave a small moan of appreciation – quiet not to be heard. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss him. It was passionate – nothing that a brother and a sister should share but what two lovers would. His hand stayed in between her legs, not on her pussy but on her thigh just below her pussy.
She lay down facing her brother in his bed. Her leg wrapped over his leg. The bulge in his boxer briefs rubbing against the material which in turn was rubbing against her pussy. She moaned when he kissed her on the collarbone. Her hand moved to his cock and pulled his boxers down.
She then proceeded to climb on top of him rubbing her private against him, just on the outside. He thrust upwards and entered her. She had to lie flat and cover her mouth with his to stifle a moan. She lifted up and then collapsed back down on his cock.
He reached upwards and cupped her breasts over the top of her nightgown. She pulled it over her head showing her breasts and body. He cupped her bare breasts. They were perfect – they fitted in his hands like they were made of clay built only for him. Time and time again he had to take his mind off the task at hand and try to regain some stamina. Her pussy felt incredible – it always did – it was delightfully tight and yet warm, soft and always wet for him.
She managed to have two orgasms before he knew that he was going to have to finish soon. She knew too and began to bounce with more vigour. Sliding up and down his meaty shaft she started to pump him of all he could give. She felt his shaft grow and his balls tighten and in only a few more strokes he was spraying his cum inside his baby sister.
She slowed down before getting off. Standing over his bed she leaned over and kissed him, again, tongue slipping in his mouth. Cum ran down her thigh. She wiped it with her hand before lifting it to her mouth and sucking off the cum.
“Good night big brother.”
Time Rachel has school – 7:00am
Ah, the beauty of no school – being able to lay in bed and sleep the morning away.
Ah, the ugliness of school – it sticks you into a routine. Like now.
Jon woke up at 6:00 a.m. despite not wanting to; his internal body clock would not allow him the luxury of staying asleep. Instead he woke up and went downstairs to find his mother and his sister sitting in the living room watching the morning news before setting out to work and school.
The screen was showing news footage about a crash on the motorway – two people injured and one person dead. The headline read: “Crash claims life”.
“Just goes to show you need to grab life while you can.” His mother said to no-one in particular. His sister looked towards him and smiled, then winked. Cheeky.
They both left at 6:45 a.m. – as his mother was the one who drove she gave a lift on the way to work if she was on an early. Once they were gone he had until 4:30 p.m. before his sister would come home followed by his father at 6:00 p.m. and then his mother at 7:00 p.m.
There was not much on TV in the mornings and even less on the movies or music channel, given the time there would be nothing on the adult channels. Instead he loaded the laptop and began to search the internet for whatever. Porn, jobs, images, videos.
A strange thought popped in his head. He browsed for a safe, virus-free porn site and clicked in the ‘search’. He typed a single word: Sister.
14,000 hits from one porn website. Most of the links were not actually incest websites but more of someone having sex with a best friend sister. He did manage to find the occasional link of someone having intercourse with their sister (supposedly).
It may not have been accurate but at the least it would do enough to ‘jet his rocks off’. Once the videos were done he went onto Google and began doing research onto others that may fancy their own sisters. Many of the comments he found were the typical outlandish comments saying how despicable it is and how it is disgusting and wrong. Other more thoughtful comments actually began to analyse the question and did neither justify nor reject that it should happen. Others showed that there were other people in the world who either ‘likes’ their sisters in such a way or has / had a ‘relationship’ with their sibling.
When the computer battery dropped below 20% he cleared the HD and history before purging the memory and closed down the computer. Time: 7:30 a.m.
Even with all the time away from studying or working there was not much to do around the house, play a few games, watch TV, masturbate over the thought of his sister and porn. Day complete. In the end Jon ran a warm and relaxing bath and let the water wash away all his thoughts. When he was finished in the bath and the water became cold, he drained the tub and went back downstairs. He was never one for cleaning but even with time to spare he considered the option.
Suffice to say he cleaned the entire house top to bottom until there was not a single hair on the floor and the rooms were clean enough to put an army medical room to shame. It was a good way to waste a few hours and when he looked back at the clock it was now 2:30 p.m.
His sister would be home in 2 hours, he didn’t know particularly why but he found he was actually counting down the time till she came home and he could see her once again.
He sat on the settee and flicked on the TV settling on a movie: Armageddon.
The sound of the lock tumbler turning made his ears perk up. She was home – or he was being robbed by a man with the key to the house. The front door opened and standing in the entrance of the threshold was his sister. Her long brunette hair was ringing wet as was the rest of her voluptuous body. Her school uniform clung to her tight curves like a second skin and judging by the hard and erect nipples poking out through her shirt she was cold – and braless. She did not enter the house but stood on the porch way shivering, teeth chattering together.
“Well come on in, don’t just stand there freezing to death.” Jon said staring more at her chest than paying proper attention.
She slowly walked inside setting down behind the settee. She did not move but stood glued to the spot like a perfect statue freezing and shivering.
“Well don’t just stand there, I bet your freezing. Tell you what, you go and get changed and I’ll run you a nice warm bath. Maybe later we can settle down and watch some TV together.” He spoke now actually concerned that she was cold.
He got up and grabbed the wet, heavy bag she had dumped on the floor. He walked with her upstairs and gave her the bag back as she walked into her room. He began running her bath, adding a little relaxing bubbles for her.
2 minutes later.
“Baths ready!” Jon called out from inside the bathroom.
The door to her room opened and she came out slightly drier and completely naked. ‘God’ he thought. She was like the angel Gabriel walking towards him. Her voluptuous body coming closer, her narrow waist and swinging hips, her perky and yet at the same time ample breasts, her beautifully trimmed pussy with the slightest of hair above her navel and her fair skin. He was in love.
‘Fuck! That’s my sister and yet I’m in love with her. This is not right, this shouldn’t be happening. And yet it is. I shouldn’t be looking at her this way but all I can think about is running over to her and kissing her, feel her skin against mine, love her like no one else in the world could ever love another human. Oh, god this is so wrong.’ A thousand words raced through his head as he watched his goddess walk towards him. The whole ordeal took less than 30 seconds, to him – a lifetime.
She never even got to the bath. As soon as she reached her brother she wrapped her arms around him and melted into his embrace. They shared a kiss. It was passionate, sensual and above all forbidden. Their lips parted as they once again slipped a tongue into the others mouth. His hand wrapped around her waist and settled above her hips. His head empty and cleared of all thought; just grabbing life by the handles.
He pushed her up against the wall, placing once hand on the wall besides her head and balancing himself forward leaning in for the kiss. Her hand trailed through his hair and over his shirt. She could feel his abs – by no means was he buff but had at the least he had some definition – her hands remained for more than a second before trailing down again. She reached his trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers, freeing his semi-erect penis. Her hands toyed with him; running over his shaft and balls just taking the time to feel about.
He kissed down her body, first her mouth, then her neck, finally her breast. He took her breast into her mouth and sucked on the nipple as if he was a baby once again. He heard a moan. After sucking once more he returned to her mouth. Aware all the time her hand was playing or more accurately stroking his hardening member. She dropped to her knees and a panic rushed through his mind. It was only when he looked down he saw her back against the wall staring at his member he knew she was fine. She kissed his penis right on the purple head. Just a quick peck before she engulfed the shaft in her mouth. She wasn’t a master at this and probably had never given a blowjob before in her life but she gave it a go. To Jon it didn’t matter whether she was shit or could make him cum in seconds – to him it was more the fact that she loved him enough to do so and he loved her.
She went after his cock as you would expect a new person to be, no ‘technique’ – no hitting he right areas – just bobbing her head up and down his meaty tool. Her mouth was warm, wet and tight – tighter than her pussy was and she applied enough suction that he was surprised that she didn’t just drink his cum out from him. But not having many blowjobs to compare to (his old girlfriend had done it once before but said that it was unhygienic) he didn’t care if she was rubbish.
She gave him a good go for about two minutes before she stopped and looked up into his eyes.
“That was wonderful, Rachel.” He said.
She said no reply but smiled and stood up, they resumed their kissing, she was pushed against the wall and him leaning forward hungrily sucking on her tongue in his mouth. Her hand moved back to his cock and held it firm. The then pulled him forward till he was pressed against her pussy. Her leg wrapped around his leg and he pushed into her, once again, penetrating his sister. She squealed; eyes closed focusing on her brother; her breath came out in rapid and small grunts.
He thrust in slowly stimulating her clitoris as much as possible with the friction of their combined genitals. He hoped he was up to par after having a (wouldn’t call it good but nice) blowjob from his younger sister. She came first after repeating the words “fuck me.” over and over again. Her pussy became a vice and tried to force out the intruder, her leg struggled to keep her weight from dropping to the floor and her eyes squeezed shut threatening to rip her eyelids off her face. Her body went limp. He pulled out before she became fully aware.
“What’s the matter?” She asked pouting now feeling empty without him inside her.
“Nothing; I just thought you were too tired to continue, you look well spent.” He replied.
She smiled lovingly at him before they shared a brief kiss.
“Go on, your bath is getting cold.” He said.
He watched as she stepped into the now warm bath and soaked. Her face showed all her emotions: Love, Lust, Relaxation. He marvelled at her beauty before turning around and walking out, he would ‘take care’ of himself later.
Jon stared at the blank screen of the TV. ‘Funny, I don’t remember turning off the TV’. He looked at the skybox below the TV on the stand and that too was off – not the red light for being turned off but there was no light at all. He looked at the electric meter hanging off the wall above the TV in the top corner of the wall.
£0.00 E. He sighed. – After flicking the emergency power button the house once again started up. The TV flickered to life and the Sky came back on with the usual ‘Loading please wait…’ message. When the sky returned to normal and loaded he switched the channel from the Sky Intro page to Channel One. “Zoo”. The program showed a typical zoo with in the background a small enclosure of lions. One lion was singled out against the rest in a small chain linked fence. Directly in front of the enclosure was a reporter and a typical zoo keeper looking man – wearing a grey polo shirt and grey shorts showing his hairy legs.
“… and so we have to keep Lulu in a separate cage for a few weeks because it is her time of the month when she is at her most fertile and in heat.” The zoo keeper spoke facing the reporter.
“Why can’t she be with the others in the enclosure?” The reporter asked.
“Well, in that particular enclosure is a family of lions, her two brothers. If the sister is in heat then one of the brothers may notice this and they would try to… erm… mate with her.” The zoo keeper replied indicating to the two other larger lions in the background. “As well as try to mate with their own sister the two lions would typically fight for the female attention and for ownership – some of these… disputes… can be lethal, there is the chance they would kill each other and so we keep her behind in this smaller enclosure so she can still have contact and not feel alone but the two males can’t try anything. At the moment we’re trying to prevent inbreeding and violence.”
“And does this kind of thing happen in the wild?”
“There have been known examples of this in the wild. In rare instances in the wild the brother will mate with both mother and sister and there are reports of whole inbred packs fathered by a single male.” The zookeeper replied clearly distressed by the nature of the conversation. The reporter, however, looked more intrigued than distressed.
“And if a cub was to be conceived via inbreeding, what would you estimate that the survival rate would be and would it be… challenged.” The reporter asked.
“Well strictly speaking, if a cub was conceived in captivity there would be a roughly…” The keeper stopped and paused thinking about how he could answer the question. “… eighty to ninety percent that the cub would survive the birth, in the wild I could say that number would be decreased. As for whether there would be any problems with the cub it is hard to say. Physically there might be nothing wrong with the cub, or there might be even a small chance of there being a problem – like a bad paw or deafness. Socially however, if a cub is born via inbreeding other males in the same pack would usually shun the cub and mother. Sometimes to the extreme action of expelling them both from the pack, mother and cub. It has been known for other males to challenge the cub and attack them; again, sometimes they would attack the mother of the cub. Rarely do they attack the father. I would also point out that in some cases the mother would completely abandon the cub at birth and not nurture them, ultimately the cub dies. “
‘For Fuck’s sake! Try to clear my head and here I go watching that it is natural to fuck your own sister!’ he thought to himself turning off the TV completely and changing the channel. Unconsciously he looked at the clock. 4:25 p.m. five more minutes before she comes home. He quickly made a cup of tea – using one of those tea dispensers in the kitchen – and placed it on the mantle above the fireplace. He sulked back to his room.
Laying on his bed, eyes closed and raging erection in his trousers he tried desperately not to think of his beautiful sister walking through the door. He tried in vain.
The same images tormented him in the darkness of his mind: his sister smiling at him, her going to school wearing her uniform, them playing together as children in the garden, her arms wrapped around his neck crying into his shoulder when she was younger – after being rejected by a guy from high school – her smile in Art class when he gave her the card.
Finally he heard the front door open and bang close – the wind must have taken it from her grasp – he heard the familiar footsteps banging up the stairs in hard, heavy blows. What shocked him the most was the silence as she walked across the landing and then he almost jumped from his bed when he heard the deafening slam of her door being slammed shut. He listened for a second more – having quite good hearing he focused his mind from his own room to all sounds he could filter. The ticking of the alarm clock on his desk, the sound of a car driving down the road and in the faintest part of his brain was the sounds of sobbing. He focused all he could on that sound, it was close, within the house, it was a girl, his sister!
‘What am I doing?’ he asked himself as he made his way to his sister’s bedroom door.
The sobbing was more audible now, she was clearly upset. He knocked twice on the door.
No reply. He knocked twice again.
“Fuck of Jon! I don’t want to talk.” Was the shouted response.
“Are you Okay?” He shouted sounding concerned.
‘Are you Okay? Are you fucking mental? Of course she is not okay, she is right now in her room crying her eyes out and here you are asking if she is okay. By god man you are fucking stupid – rush into her room and give her the biggest hug and kiss her like she is not related.’ His mind contemplated. ‘Fuck you thoughts’
“I said fuck off! I don’t want to talk. Not to mom, not to dad and especially not to you. So fuck off!” Was the shouted response.
“Come on, Rachel. I hate to see you upset.”
“Oh, Really. What the fuck are you going to do? Hmm? Tell me everything is okay, that everything will all work out? Well guess what – it’s not okay, nothing is okay. Life is shit. And since when the fuck do you care about me?”
“Hey I care ’bout you.”
“Like fuck you do. If you really cared about me you’d…”
“I’d what, what can I do that show I care?”
“Just fuck off! Leave me alone.”
Finally getting the message he returned to his room. The darkness once again filled his mind. It broke his heart that his sister – the girl he loved with more than his heart and soul – was so upset and breaking down in her room no more than a couple of feet.
He watched the mirror on the wall looking at his own reflection, ‘I look normal on the outside, too bad people don’t see the fucked up me on the inside’. Several times he saw his sister walking down the landing to the bathroom with a wad of paper towels in her hand and mascara running down her face.
‘Even at her worst she still looks beautiful.’ He thought to himself.
She never once looked in his room, she took the old and bunched up paper towels she had been using and then came back out with a new clean bunched up towel before going back to her room, at least now she didn’t slam the door shut.
Jon went down stairs to the living room, it was no use being upstairs in his room where he couldn’t do anything but at least down here he could occupy himself and take his minds away from his distraught sister. What had made her so upset, and what was all that about “especially you”?
‘I know people don’t say what they want when they are upset but the thought is still there, there is meaning behind the words the only difference is usually those words are not said. Had I done something wrong with her?’ Questions and questions plagued him, so many questions and no answer to any.
She stayed in her room most of the morning and by the time the clock turned 5:00 p.m. she was brave enough to venture down the stairs and look at her brother. Carefully she stepped down the steps her feet feeling as if they were tied down with weights. Her stomach churned and she had to fight back the reflex to run back up the stairs and cry. Her eyes stung from the crying and mascara and her throat was raw. She had changed from her uniform and gotten into loose fitting denim jeans and a grey shirt that was one size too large so it did not show off her body. Her eyes and face were caked with dried lines of mascara and her lipstick had begun to run and smeared.
She opened the living room – stairs door and stared at her brother who had turned around to look at her. Her heart pounded in her chest to the point that it was uncomfortable. Her legs became like rubber and she feared she was going to collapse, her stomach hurt more than ever and tears welled up in her eyes. She burst out crying.
‘Oh god.’ thought Jon. ‘What have I done?’
She turned around to run back up the stairs but Jon grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down so she was standing facing the settee. He led her by the arm around the settee and pulled her down so she sat, he was not rough, he did not want her to do something she didn’t want to do. But come on, enough was enough, answers were needed and he had the questions.
He put his hand to her face but she jerked her head away. He did so again but this time more firmly, with his thumb he wiped away her tears smearing her mascara across her cheeks. She sniffled but did not cry. His touch to her face almost set her off again but she managed to compose herself and stopped before she knew she could not. Her cheeks burned where she felt his thumb move across and her whole body had the onset of a sudden heat flush.
Wiping off her tears from her face he placed his hand on her hand holding it sympathetically. Her hand was cold. Her nails were not painted but had flecks of removed paint where she had been biting her nails. He looked into her eyes and fixed them so she would not look away – she didn’t.
“What’s the matter, Rac?” He asked. Using her old nickname from when they were younger. Their parents told him he could not say her name properly after an accident where he came off scooter and could not speak properly, that was the name he used. Whenever he used the nickname it always caused her to giggle – which until recently he thought she had an annoying laugh – but now it was a beautiful laugh. Too bad she did not laugh, she gave a small smile but no sound escaped her lips.
“Nothing.” She replied in a barely audible voice, so quiet even a microphone could not have picked up what she said.
“Come on, I know something is wrong, I know you better than anyone else in the world.” He said looking in to her eyes and becoming aware of his hand holding hers. “You know you can tell me anything.”
“It’s nothing.” She replied.
“It’s got to be something. Nothing doesn’t make beautiful girls cry.” It was probably overkill to call her beautiful but that’s what she was… beautiful. In all essence of the word right there in that moment, even all covered in streaks and tears. Jonathan Moore thought his sister – Rachel Moore – was beautiful.
She smiled at the compliment and unconsciously squeezed his hand in thanks. Jon was aware of the squeeze but left it alone.
“Well…” She began slowly telling her story of how she came home more upset and in despair than ever before. “I was talking to Ashley–” Jon thought for a second to recall this Ashley character, attending his old high school there were approximately twenty Ashley’s’ within the top three year groups and five of those had been in his year, out of those five only two were male. He let her carry on, the details of this were less important than the overall plot. “– Ashley was best friends with Lucy Aldman, they had a massive argument and never speak to each other anymore. Well Lucy told Ashley that she used to date you and that you had sex with her. She told me that Lucy told her all about it, how big you were and that you were really loving and caring and gave her a ring as a gift because you loved her.”
A frown of disgust rose across his face. It was a sour look the kind someone gets when they have a lemon or a sour treat that makes the face scrunch up in horror.
“She wishes.” He said even spitting out the words because they tasted bad in his mouth. “Lucy told Dave –” One of Jon’s group of friends. ” — that she had a crush on me but I turned her down because she was mean with you. She did try to give me a handjob once but I just walked away.”
Rachel smiled inwardly. She knew that Jon would do such a thing if he thought that Lucy was actually being mean to her – and truth behold she was right – Lucy had once spread a rumour around the P.E. lockers that Rachel had a fungal infection so she could not go swimming, the teacher even pulled her out of the class thinking it was true. Which was a shame really because Rachel loved swimming and could have been the best in the class, if not the school.
“Well why did you get so upset about this?” Asked Jon slightly confused. ‘If she had been told a lie then she had a reason to be mad at him but she completely lost herself.’ He silently thought to himself.
“I guess I just took it to heart.” Rachel lied.
Jon suspected more, people don’t go to mass hysteria when they “Take it to heart”, they cry, they cry some more and finally they ignore the person of the lie till there is a weird confrontation. He pressed further.
“That would explain the crying but not the explosion in my face when I tried to talk to you.”
“I was angry at you.”
“But why were you angry at me?” Jon asked. “Because you thought I had sex with the girl you hate?”
“Well there was that…”
Rachel looked at the entwined hands on the settee besides them both. Summoning up the courage she decided to speak her mind – screw the rules – if she never told him her feelings then she shouldn’t have them.
“Well I thought you didn’t love me and if what was true you wouldn’t love me.” She said meekly.
“Rac, I’ll always love you.” As he said the words he knew he meant them and that he had a hidden meaning. Part of him hoped she would pick up on it.
Rachel could have cried in joy when he said he loved her. Her stomach tingled with butterflies and she hoped desperately that he would continue but she knew he meant it in a brotherly way.
“Yeah, I know that but I love you.” Rachel summoned all her ounce of strength to say what she wanted to mean. “… more than I should.”
To Jon it was like a slap with a fish. You never expect it to happen and when it does you get the full on hit. His sister had just told him that she loved him, more than a sister should love a brother. Did she fancy him as he did her? What does this mean for their future? Again, too many questions but not enough time to answer.
He was stunned. His mouth became dry and he wanted desperately to tell him his undying love for her and how they were to always be together. Instead he gulped what little fluid his mouth accumulated in the corner.
The look of his sisters’ face was more than he could handle. By saying nothing he knew immediately that she feared the worst. But it wasn’t true. He loved her more than his own life but it shouldn’t be that way, their love was wrong, shameful but more than that it was illegal.
Her face consorted to a wide open gaped mouth and a look of fear, panic and rejection.
‘Of course he doesn’t love you. After all who would love you, miss got-no-friends, no boyfriend, heck you’re even a virgin. Who wants to be boyfriend of the geeky Rachel? Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe it was all best hidden. Oh, god, what if he tells mom? What if he never wants to see me again?’ Rachel thought her head was going to explode.
The sudden feeling of dizziness flushed her body and every morsel of her being told her to run as far away as she could. She ran to her room, sobbing and crying all the way to her door before slamming it shut and jumping on her bed burying her face in her pillow.
Jon stayed downstairs afraid to move. Maybe all she needed was time. ‘Yeah right, you idiot’
When their mom came home later Jon was sitting on the settee and Rachel was in her room, doing whatever.
“Hey mom.” Jon said as she came fully into the living room. “Had a good day at work?”
“Wasn’t too bad. Thank you. How was your day?” she replied.
‘Oh you know the usual, stayed home, thinking of my sister riding me like a bronco. Then when she does come home she’s mad at me and when I ask her why she tells me she loves me. And you want to know the ironic part? I love her, too bad the only problem is I’m a chicken shit who can’t say it to her and so now she hates me again.’
“Good thank you.”
She went into the kitchen and placed her coat and bag down before coming back into the living room and sitting down beside him. The TV was off. Unusual why would he be sitting here not doing anything?
Jon quickly thought of an excuse as if reading her mind. “I was on the laptop and didn’t want to waste electricity. Oh, we’re on emergency by the way.”
It was a good excuse and prevented a further interrogation.
The TV was turned on and they sat down and watched an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Three minutes later his mother walked into the kitchen and started making dinner – she preferred making dinner rather than have them cook their own as she liked being in the kitchen always trying new recipes and spices with herbs.
At 6:30 p.m. dinner was done. A simple meal of mash, peas, and Yorkshire pudding with sausages.
“Rachel dinners ready.” Their mother called from the bottom of the stairs.
Rachel had locked herself in her room, although her mother did not know this. When the call for dinner echoed across the landing she dreaded the worst. She physically thought she was going to be sick, she repeatedly heaved but nothing came.
“I don’t want anything to eat, I don’t feel so well.” She called back. It wasn’t technically lying, she was feeling dreadfully sick and thought if she tried to eat she was going to bring it all back. Mostly she didn’t want to be in the same room as her brother – the one man she loved ever since she was young but didn’t love her back.
“Well then it’ll do some good if you eat.” She heard the reply
She literally thought she was going to faint from worry and had to sit back down on her bed. After a minute of constant debate in her head she came downstairs to see her mother and brother sitting at the table in the dining room. Her mother had a worried look on her face actually believing that her daughter was sick and not dangerously close to jumping from the roof in sorrow. She made a comment about not looking so well but insisted that she try to have something to eat.
There was a spare chair laid out besides her brother.
She looked at him. She wanted to hate him, she should hate him. Yet no matter what her mind thought she knew she could never hate the man she loved. Jon attempted a small smile more of an ice breaker than anything else but Rachel shot him a cold icy stare that sent a shiver through his heart – her love for him was gone – he thought.
They ate dinner in silence and Jon volunteered to clean the table and do the washing and drying while their mother went to get changed out of her work clothes and his sister would go back to her room to avoid him for the rest of the week, if not the year.
She did go back to her room, only to collapse on the bed in another round of tears.
Jon remained downstairs, the more space they put between them the better. ‘God, I know nothing about women.’ He thought.
He never even considered putting the TV back on and sat staring at the black screen letting his mind fill with thoughts that quite literally wanted to make him cry. When his father came home his sister was called down once again so that they can spend some times together as a family.
She could avoid him no more – every time he was home they were going to bump into each other. She made the choice she couldn’t live there no more.
They watched TV together as a family, Jon sitting on the far side of the settee and Rachel sitting the other determined not to be close to one another. Luckily for the siblings their father did not stay awake much longer and so they all went to bed rather early that night.
His door opened to his room. He himself had been sitting on the edge of his bed with his head held low in defeat, he had lost his love. He brightened when he saw the familiar figure of his sister come into his room. Her steps were hesitant almost as if she was reluctant to even be near him.
“Rachel, I’m so sorry.” He whispered.
She did not speak. She stalked closer.
She was wearing her night dress that she was wearing last time she came into his room. God she was beautiful in the moonlight. He never even bothered checking her body out, he stared into her eyes the entire time she came closer. His hand reached out to grab hers but grabbed nothing but air. He sighed.
“Rachel I do love you, with all my heart.” He said, he chose the words carefully and precise.
She did not speak.
He reached out once more for her hand and once again received nothing more than air. He sighed – she may be in his room but she wasn’t here for him.
“Come on Rac say something.” He pleaded.
“Shhhhh.” Was the reply.
Without saying a word she pulled her night dress over her body freeing once again her marvellous body. Jon was too guilt ridden to bother about looking at her body and his eyes remained fixed to hers.
She never even bothered saying a word as she grabbed his boxers and tugged them down to his ankles. He wasn’t even hard. Unceremoniously she grabbed his limp cock and stroked his member. Within a few strokes he was hard. Again, without a word and unceremoniously she straddled on top of his body and crashed down on to his cock. She bounced up and down all the time one hand was furiously rubbing and pulling at her breasts while the other was rubbing at her clit.
She moaned and screamed without a care in the world, but her face was not showing the usual signs of love when they coupled but showed instead… nothing.
It was if she wasn’t doing this because she wanted to but she needed to, no more than to scratch an itch, she instead needed to orgasm and her brother was no longer her lover, now he was just another toy to be used whenever.
Jon couldn’t believe what was happening to him. The love of his life was now working away having sex with him and he couldn’t read her. At that exact time she could have been doing laundry or even playing a video game.
Her riding became faster and her moaning louder – for a second Jon thought his parents would hear her moaning, hell even the police might turn up with the shouting. She rubbed at her clit more and more, faster and faster. One thing was certain – she was nearing her orgasm.
Her body did not convulse this time. There was no scream of ecstasy or pleasure wracking every nerve in her body. If you weren’t paying attention at the time you might just think that there was a small shiver due to the cold of the night.
She stopped, lifted off and then got dressed. Without saying a single word she left the room.
Jon stayed in his bed just lying still looking at the ceiling. He never felt more used in his life – there was no love that night it was nothing. It was cold and made him feel sick. He closed his eyes and cried. He hoped the next morning would be different.
Jon stared into the blackness of the room. The images of his mind haunting him – did she really despise him that much? Was he nothing to her? A slither of a tear ran down his cheek and soaked into his pillow case.
‘Please god. Make her love me again. Help me love her. I’m so sorry I messed up.’
The darkness surrounded his senses. Lying in pitch blackness he heard a sound downstairs. Quickly he flipped his alarm light on and looked at the time: 2:00 a.m. the sound was the small creak of the living room – outside door opening and then closing. Too quiet for someone to be checking outside almost as if they didn’t want to be heard. “Oh, my god we’re being robbed” He said out loud to no one in particular. He threw off the covers and jumped to his feet. He grabbed his little league baseball bat from its trophy spot on his desk and ran down the stairs skipping two at a time.
He burst through the door to find it empty and the soft glow of headlights shining against the curtains. It would not be unusual to have lights outside the window but these were more intense. He opened the curtains and stared out the window.
Their parent’s SUV was backing out of the driveway. Headlights shining bright blinding him from looking inside the window screen. The car turned off the drive and stopped as the occupant changed the gear. He peered with all he could into the window of the vehicle. Tears streamed freely down his face as he looked at his sister.
Rachel looked at her home for the last time. She saw her brother looking at her through the window curtains. She tried a poor attempt to smile at him – hoping in some way she could show all her love through that single gesture – before putting the vehicle into drive and pulling away from her only love. She broke down crying as she steered the vehicle into the darkness of the night.