My Brother Reads Incest Porn. zOMG! He Writes It!

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, First, Slow, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: I have a twin. We're as different as night and day. It was an accident that I discovered he was reading incest porn. It was kind of hot. I could imagine my boyfriend and me in those positions most of the time. It didn't have to be my brother. Then I found the real secret. He wasn't just reading incest porn. He was writing it!

Woah! I sure didn't see that coming.

It's my own fault—sort of. I mean that I found out about it. I was minding my own business, mostly, and just needed our assignment for English Lit. I mean, he is so organized he actually keeps a calendar on his laptop with the assignments for each class written on it. I get up Sunday afternoon and go ask him what I have to do this week. And he tells me, the dork.

Yeah, we take the same subjects a lot of the time, but because we're twins we are usually in different sections. The assignments are all the same. But don't go getting all stereotypical on me just because we're twins. We don't read each other's minds. I'm not always there to protect him. I don't just 'know' when he is having a bad dream. Maybe identical twins are like that, but all boy-girl twins are fraternal. I mean, how can you have a boy be the identical twin of a girl, huh? Just tell me that. I don't think we were ever bathed together and we always had separate rooms. He's never seen me naked. At least he better never have!

He called me 'baby sister' once. I knocked him on his ass. Born fifteen minutes before me. Right. I told him that I shoved his fat ass out the chute so I'd have more woom inside. Wasn't that clever? I do that, like, all the time.

Anyway, I went to his room to get this week's assignments and he was gone. Like he didn't know I was going to need them.

"Mom! Where's Eric," I yelled coming downstairs.

"Am I your brother's keeper?" she asked. Yeah. I think I get my sense of humor from Mom. "He went tearing out the door like a madman about fifteen minutes ago. Why don't you text him?"

Well, duh! I went back to my room, but I looked into his room on the way by and his laptop was, like, right there and it was open. Well, it was sleeping and the screen was dark, but I might be able to get to his class calendar. I swiped my finger across the touchpad and the screen came to life. There was a log-in. Of course. How was I going to get onto his computer without a password? I just typed his name in. 'Incorrect password.' Yeah, yeah. But then I actually read the whole message and it actually had a link labeled 'hint.' I love that word. Not hint. Actually. I clicked the link.

'Baby Sister.' I don't have a baby sister. What kind of hint is that? Oh! It's me! I'm his ... That dork! I'm going to knock him on his ass again. I entered 'Hillary.' Incorrect password. What? Oh. I hated what I was going to enter next. When he's ticked at me, he calls me BroomHilda, like that witch in the Sunday comics. It worked. I'm really gonna knock him on his ass.

In case you missed the memo, my brother and I are not at all alike. I'm a good-looking, willowy blonde. He's a dark-haired dork. All right. To be fair, he's not ugly or anything. He's just not going to be on the cover of GQ or anything. Now if there's a magazine called IQ, he might make it. I'm not dumb. I just don't care that much about school and grades and stuff. I get by. He's like the second coming of Einstein or something.

So here I was, staring at his screen. He had a website open that was just a lot of text and I figured he was reading some science paper. I just glanced over it and then I started reading. It wasn't science. It was porn! And the scene was kind of hot. I mean, wow!-hot. I really shouldn't have been looking on his computer, so I didn't scroll the page or anything, but I wanted to read more. So I copied down the web address. Then I quickly switched to his calendar and copied down the assignments. I made sure the website he was reading on was in the foreground and hit the 'mommy button.' One of the first things we learned about when we got our new laptops before our senior year was that there is a quick keystroke that locks your computer instantly. Mom's a technical trainer for this company downtown and when she brought us the computers she made us sit down while she explained the proper operation, got our old stuff backed up to the new computers and set our passwords.

"Mom, we know all this stuff," Eric complained.

"Oh yeah? So you know about the Mommy Button?"

"The what?"

"Let's say you are in your room watching one of those porn videos you've been downloading when I happened to stop by to warn you that you're tying up the network again. You don't want me to see what you are watching, so you hit the Mommy Button." Then she showed us how to lock our computers with a keystroke.

That let us know a couple things. First, she knew what we did on our computers. It wasn't just Eric she was looking at. I've been known to download a movie now and then. Of course, I prefer those Japanese anime movies. They're classier and I don't need to see boys actually entering girls to get turned on. I like the humor. It also told us that she could probably open our computers anytime she wanted to. And finally, it taught us about the mommy button.

About eight o'clock, after we had our popcorn, Eric knocked on my door.

"Yeah! Come in." I was in pajamas and getting ready to investigate what he'd been reading, but I hadn't opened the site yet.

"Hey. I forgot to give you the assignments this week. You need them?"

"Oh. Thanks. I think I remembered them all. There wasn't anything for Schwartz, was there?" I said innocently.

"Nah. Just to study for the test on Friday. I'll go over it with you later in the week if you want."

"Okay. Sure. Thanks. Goodnight!"

"'Night." He was gone.

There have been times when Eric and I didn't get along at all. I spent too much time in the bathroom—according to him—or he blocked my car in with his putt-putt. But most of the time now we didn't see each other enough to get on our nerves. So we were cordial. I guess being seniors did that to us. We were really living in different worlds now. His was somewhere beyond the orbit of Pluto. Once he was gone to his own room, I closed and locked my door.

"Now let's find out if that story was as good as it looked," I mumbled. I opened the address and had to do some kind of registration to prove I wasn't a bot of some sort. I didn't worry about it because I had a special email account that I only used for crap like this. If I started getting bombarded with spam, I'd just cancel the account and open a new one. It's not like I actually got mail on that site. I finally managed to get to the story. As soon as I was there, I shoved my right hand in my pants to sort of get things warmed up so I'd be ready to go when I got to that hot scene I was reading on his computer. It looked like it was pretty near the end of the story, but I didn't really know how long the thing was.

Of course, it's written from the male point of view. Gah! Why don't some women write this stuff? She's teasing him. She's sexy. She wants it. He can't take it any longer. He pins her against a wall and she melts. If I was writing this stuff, he'd have to work at it if he wanted in my panties. I mean, he'd have to wine and dine me and convince me that he really loved me.

Still, the sex part was pretty hot. I could just imagine the boy licking me all over down there and finally hitting the magic spot that would send me over the edge. And then he kept going and I kept coming. Oh man! Why doesn't my boyfriend last this long? Oh! Then his finger slips inside and he finds the secret spot. It's such a secret I can't even find it, but I can imagine it just fine as my third orgasm hits. He got the next part right. I'm so juicy he could slide right in. And I get my fourth and final come of the night. I'm going to run to the bathroom in a minute so I can take a shower and clean things up. I'm just not into sleeping in a big puddle.

I read on to the end of the story as they are sweetly cuddling together. "How are we going to tell Mom and Dad?" he whispers. "I think we'll just tell them they are going to be grandparents," she sighs.

Wait a minute? Mom and Dad? They're brother and sister? I just read porn about a brother and sister? Eww! Yuck! What is this? My brother has been reading incest porn? And now I've read it? And had a big O while if frigged myself? I need that shower.


I guess I was a little quiet at breakfast. Mom asked if I was feeling okay.

"Just a little pre-occupied about the game tomorrow night," I said. That's another difference between my brother and me. I like sports. Soccer and Volleyball seasons overlap, but so far I've managed to make most of the games for both sports. Eric says he likes to walk. Like that's a sport. Well, at least he hasn't gotten fat. Most of the guys at school who don't play regular sports are overweight. Same for the girls. We've even got some tubby cheerleaders. I guess we've got decent genes. Mom's in good shape for an older person. Dad was in good shape when he was killed in Afghanistan. It's so long ago I can hardly remember him.

"What are you playing tomorrow?" Eric asked. "If it's volleyball I'll come to the game."

"Thanks. Uh ... yeah. Well, I've got to go. I told Sue I'd pick her up this morning." I dumped my dishes in the dishwasher so I didn't get yelled at and ran upstairs to get my bag. When I got to my car, I heard Eric putt-putting out of the driveway. We were each told that we could have the transportation of our choice for our eighteenth birthday. But ... We had to pay for anything over $5,000. I managed to get a ten-year-old Bug with a hundred thousand miles on it. My boyfriend, Brad, worked on the engine and got it running smooth. Eric bought a brand new Vespa. It's no wonder he never has a date.

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