Chapter 1

My name is Ronald Baxter and I am at university now studying diligently to insure financial success after graduation. I know that sounds somewhat crass but it is the simple truth and there is no point to lie in a story that is more about lust and sinful acts than about academic achievement.

When I was still a young lad of only seventeen, my father decided to call it a day with my sometimes impulsive mother and went his own way taking most of our funds and the Jaguar with him. I didn't hold it against him because I had witnessed the endless confrontations with mum over everything from mowing the front lawn to causing holes in his socks because he didn't cut his toenails. I was careful not to take sides in the constant struggle for control between my parents and it girded me for life in the business world which demanded flexibility for survival.

It only took a year for my still attractive mother to find a suitable bed-partner willing to trade financial support for a steady supply of nocturnal pussy when the lights went out. This unremarkable replacement was called George and he seldom wore a smile except when he was counting his money at the end of the week. He came with a set of boy and girl twin bookends called Susan and Steven. Steven was not much trouble because he almost immediately headed out on his own entering military service and taking up a post in Germany with some security detail for NATO. The other one was a different story. Susan was already eighteen and she was quite the looker although she had no idea how pretty she was to members of the opposite sex. She seemed all caught up in her books and her writing that took up all of her free time.

I was smitten almost immediately but hesitated to act on it because technically she was my sister even though she was a complete stranger and not a blood relation at all. They had moved into our small cottage making things difficult because now we had to share the upstairs bathroom which was located right between the two small bedrooms at each end. Sometimes, I would thoughtlessly enter the bathroom and find her totally naked getting ready to take a bath and we would just stare at each other not wanting to make a big deal of it for fear of upsetting our parents. Sometimes I suspected with some degree of paranoia that she was purposely remaining as quiet as a church mouse just waiting for me to invade her privacy to make me feel like some sort of pervert with my own sister. After some time of adjustment, I got used to her game and played it with gusto doing my best to blush and act all confused and so apologetic that I was forced to stroke her bare shoulders and back to calm her down. At those times, she simply sobbed into my shirt and molded her naked body to my front like some sort of adhering material for covering a hard surface. Eventually, I allowed my hands to fall quite naturally onto the curves of her pretty bum patting it like some besotted auntie comforting a child. I noticed that whenever I touched her back there she tended to breathe rapidly and she sort of humped into my chest and legs like she was doing a tango on a brotherly pole. I can't say that I didn't enjoy her play-acting because it usually made me hard as a rock and I knew she loved the feel of my stiffness moving all over her skin like an inquisitive probe to find the special places that made her shudder in anticipation of uncontrollable lust.

I had only recently become aware of the signals of a female's orgasm and it was a certainty she was enjoying our accidental encounters perhaps even more than I.

Since lust is a two-way street, I thought it only fair to walk in on her sans clothing on occasion just to give her the same treat she had given me. I liked to stand behind her at the sink pressing gently into her soft sweet bum and shaving over the top of her head rinsing my blade in the running water that she was using at the same time. Lust knowing no bounds would lead to my hard shaft rubbing indiscriminately on her unshaven slit or right up into her crack and on top of her pucker hole in glorious satisfaction. She never said a word when I did that because it would mean we were in full control of our senses and not gripped in the clutches of the devilish impulses of our own youthful impulses and inevitable sinful thoughts.

It was quite easy for me to drain my juices on her delicate skin and she simply wiped the evidence away with a damp towel and a smile that told me it was of no consequence to her self-pride and feminine dignity. We began to bond closer than a brother and sister should be allowed to do but I excused it all from the perspective that it was merely understandable sins of the flesh and didn't really count as some sort of incest because we had only just recently become acquainted.

Sometimes, we would stand motionless and naked in the bathroom listening to her father pound my mum's bottom in the early morning hours with surprising enthusiasm considering their age and dignified status as parents.

That silent and sightless voyeurism never failed to make my new sister Susan giggle with amusement and she would whisper in my ear like a co-conspirator.

"He's doing it to her in her bum now. Do you think it hurts her because he is so big?"

I found her interest in such perverted acts to be unusual for such a young girl but it seemed like she was much in favor of anal practices and it pleased her to think of my poor mum being bent over and used severely with her father's friendly weapon. I confess I took advantage of that situation to slide my middle finger up her tight back door to see her reaction and the sound of her sighing with pleasure was enough to make me shoot my load right onto her bare back resting quietly between my happy thighs. I felt an urge to penetrate her openings like it did to my female school chums with needy flesh but it didn't seem good form due to our unfortunate connection.

We continued down the road to perdition without actually doing the dirty deed for almost a full year but I have to confess we were intimately familiar with each other's exterior geography to the point that we could find the most sensitive of spots without any need for light or guidance.