Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Coercion, Consensual, Slavery, Incest, Brother, Sister, Cream Pie, Size, .
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Desperate for help, Michelle promises to do anything her little brother asks for an entire summer.
As the phone rang, the one thing that kept running through Michelle’s head was that she wished she’d been nicer to her little brother over the years.
To him, she knew it must have seemed like she was an insufferable bitch, and she couldn’t say that she’d done anything to dissuade that notion. If anything, she’d often re-enforced it. It wasn’t that Michelle hated him, really, but ever since he’d been born, he’d been showing her up in one way or another. Anyone who saw the two of them next to each other wouldn’t believe that, of course, but to her it was true. She was 8 years old when he was born, and at a time when she’d wanted to have her parents’ attention all to herself, they seemed to want nothing more than to fawn over their new baby boy. Then, as they grew older, Michelle had developed into a gorgeous teen who captained the school’s competitive cheer squad, was arguably the most popular girl in school, and had all the attention of the hottest guys. Jacob, on the other hand, continued to be the apple of their parents’ eyes. While she was getting caught drunk driving, or having sex in the school bathroom, her ‘perfect’ little brother was the most well-behaved, over-achieving kid you could imagine. He was a dork who made straight A’s, always did his chores around the house, and even repaired computers and other electronic devices in their father’s garage for the neighbors. To be honest, Michelle was jealous. Any success she’d had in life was based solely on her looks, while deep down she knew that her brother would probably be attending MIT by the time he was 16. That jealousy manifested itself in the form of complete bitchiness. She never missed an opportunity to mock his average looks, stupid haircut, lack of athleticism or, most of all, his slim chances of ever having a girlfriend.
She knew that for him it must have been a blessing when she finally left home to attend a state university a few hours away, but for Michelle it was the first dose of a long serving of reality. She’d been able to flirt with her teachers or leverage her value as the cheer captain for good grades throughout high school, but at the collegiate level, her looks were hardly remarkable. Sure, she was still gorgeous, but so were hundreds of other girls who had the exact same classes, and she doubted that even promising a blowjob would convince her professors to change her grades from a D to a C. Throughout her freshman and sophomore years, Michelle struggled to stay off academic probation, and on several occasions the school notified her father of how perilous her situation was. Her parents had always been the strict sort, and she knew he wasn’t bluffing when he said that if she failed a single semester that she would be cut off completely. Yet, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help herself. Throughout her junior year, she missed more classes than she wanted to think about, and by the end of the second semester she realized that she was going to fail every single one of her classes. The geniuses in the records department had a program where parents who paid their children’s tuition could enroll to receive a copy of their transcripts each semester, and Michelle knew that she was done.
She’d tried to flirt with the students working in the office, but they were all girls, and even though Michelle was more than willing to eat pussy if it meant getting the grades altered, none of them were dykes.
So, with all other options exhausted, she found myself close to tears in her apartment that afternoon, calling her tech genius little brother.
She could hear the surprise in his voice as he answered, and realized that it was literally the first time she’d called his phone in easily two years.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Hey Jack, it’s Michelle.” she said, forcing herself to sound as if calling him was a normal thing, and that she hadn’t been an insufferable bitch to him for the last 14 years of his life.
“Yeah ... phones have things called caller ID, Michelle. I know it’s you. What’d you want?” he asked with a flat tone.
While the abruptness felt like a slap in her face, she couldn’t blame him. He probably assumed she was calling to mock him about something or another.
“Look, I ... I sort of a have a huge favor to ask of you.”
“Ah,” he said, as if the gig was up. “That explains why you’re calling. Well, I’d love to help but I’m in the middle of making a sandwich, soooo ... call back in a year or so.”
‘Ass!’, she thought to herself. But she held my tongue. She was desperate.
“Jack, please!” she begged before he could hang up. “Just hear me out, ok? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”
The silence on the other end of the phone made me think he might’ve hung up, but he finally sighed audibly. “Fine, I’ll hear you out. But I’m not agreeing to anything.”
“You don’t have to,” Michelle said, relieved. “Look, you and I both know I’m a terrible student, and ... well, my grades really sucked this semester. They’re going to be posted online for our parents tomorrow, and if he sees them, he’s going to cut me off entirely!”
There was a pause as Jack thought the prospect over. “So you want me to do what? Break into the system and change your grades?” he asked.
“Yes!” she replied, feeling the first ray of hope in what felt like days. “Can you do that?”
Jack already knew the answer. He’d done it several times already for the sons of one of their neighbors who went to a local university. He doubted that his sister’s would be any more difficult, and truth be told he liked a challenge. But the question remained, ‘why should he?’
“I’d have to look at it,” he lied. “But what do I get out of it?”
“Well, I’m dirt poor as you can probably guess, so I can’t really pay you or anything, but I’m going to be living at home all summer. So, I was thinking I could ... I don’t know, be your slave. Anything you want or need, I’ll do it.” She said, biting her lip with apprehension as she waited for his answer.
She knew she was taking a risk. For one, she’d been an utter bitch his whole life, so who knew what sort of mean things he’d come up with for her to do; but even more, he was 14 and probably had never even touched a girl. Sure, she was his sister, but she knew how horny boys his age were. But she had no choice. If he didn’t do this, she could end up kicked out of her home and cut off from her parents’ money. A summer of serving her little brother was an easy choice when that was the other option.
On the other end of the line, Jack snorted.
“Sure,” he said dismissively, “That’s what you say now, until I do it for you and then you spend the whole summer making fun of me.”
Michelle felt a pang of guilt to hear him say it. To be honest, they’d rarely even had a conversation that lasted for more than a few words, so to actually hear how bitter and hurt he sounded by the prospect made her feel lower than low.
“I won’t,” she promised. “Besides, if I do, you could always go back in and change them. God knows my professors would remember my terrible grades if they were asked.”
Jack still wasn’t convinced. He’d spent too many years on the receiving end of her abuse to trust her. And yet ... his cock twitched at the thought of having his gorgeous older sister at his beck and call all summer.
“Well,” he said before pausing a moment. “What do you mean by ‘anything.’ If all you’re going to do is offer to drive me to the comic store, I can get an Uber or mom for that.”
“I’m serious,” Michelle replied. “I know I’ve never given you any reason to trust me, but I really need this, Jacob. Whatever you can think of, I’ll do it. If you don’t help me, then I could be homeless by next month. So ... please?”
After a moment’s pause, she finally heard her brother sigh. “Ok, send me a link to the system and I’ll give it a try. No promises though.”
Michelle was ecstatic as she thanked him and hung up the phone to send the link immediately.
As he waited in his room, Jack remained skeptical about how willing his sister was to do ‘anything, ‘ but truth be told, just spending a summer with her minus her bitchy attitude would have been enough for him. Despite how terrible she’d always been, he still loved her deep down. Years of building up a defensive barrier would never let him admit it outright, but he’d secretly always wished they could be friends. And ... if there was even a chance of anything more, he’d gladly take it.
Michelle was packing up for her trip home the next day when her phone finally buzzed. Picking it up, she felt as if the most enormous burden had been lifted as she read the text message from her little brother.
Jacob: Made it into the system, you’re in the clear.
Her heart raced as her fingers danced across the screen.
Michelle: OMG you’re the best!!!!! Thank you!!!!
Jack was sitting on the couch in the living room as he saw her text come in. He had to smile as he read it, as it was the first time his sister had ever ‘thanked’ him in his life.
Jacob: No prob
Michelle: I’ll be home tomorrow. Seriously though, thanks again. I can’t tell you how much this meant to me.
The skeptical side of Jack’s mind told him that the texts were just another ploy; that she was trying to get on his good side so that he wouldn’t make her be his slave. But, he didn’t want to think of her so negatively. The last thing he wanted was for her to be homeless, and at the end of the day he was supposed to be the better sibling. Picking up his phone, he typed out another reply.
Jacob: Cool, see ya then. And glad I could help.
Michelle: You’re the best ;)
The next day Michelle was on the road by the late morning. It wasn’t a terribly long drive, only a few hours, but it gave her time to think as she drove along.
It surprised her, she suddenly realized, that the dread of spending the summer at home had disappeared. She’d originally been disappointed, as she’d wanted to spend the break hanging out with her friends and partying, but her father had been insistent. He knew the sort of trouble she was apt to get into, and he saw no point in paying three months of rent for her to sit around being lazy. Living under their strict rule was going to be bad enough, but she’d also been expecting to be constantly at odds with her little brother. Of course, she was the instigator every time, but by that point it had seemed like something she was required to do; as if she’d been a jerk to him for so long, that to lower her guard would only be to expose herself to the pent up rage and scorn he undoubtedly had developed for her over the years.
And yet, the dynamic of their relationship had changed in the span of a single day. He’d helped her when she needed it most, and now she was his to do with as he pleased. Of that, she was certain. She’d wondered if she could really bring herself to do ‘anything, ‘ but the more she thought about that prospect, the more thrilling it became.
She still felt revulsion every time her mind ventured into that territory, but she also felt a despicable thrill. While she’d never admit it to her friends, their typical party life was starting to lose its appeal, and the seemingly endless chain of hook-ups with frat guys or athletes didn’t give her the thrill that it once had.
She had no idea what the summer had in store at home, but for the first time, she was excited to find out.
She was only about 30 miles from home when her phone began to ring. The ID that popped up on her SUV’s dash said ‘Dad, ‘ and for a brief moment her heart froze. ‘What if Jack hadn’t been able to change the grades?’ she thought in fear.
As she answered the call, though, she tried to put on a brave front.
“Hi Daddy,” she said, adopting her usual light hearted tone.
To her surprise, though, her father’s voice was ... for want of a better word, ‘proud.’
“Hey there, cupcake!” he said. “How are you?”
“I’m great, how about you?” she replied, surprised by his words. His usual disapproving tone was nowhere to be found, and he hadn’t called her ‘cupcake’ in years.
“I’m doing great too. I just wanted to give you a call and tell you how proud your mother and I are. She just checked your grades for this semester and saw you made all A’s. I knew you could do it, sweetheart.”
Michelle was so surprised that she nearly stuttered, but she quickly caught herself. “Well, I took your advice to heart and really tried hard this semester, daddy. I figured I needed to get my act together finally.”
“Well we couldn’t be happier. Are you coming home today?”
“Yep! I’m actually going to be at the house in 30 minutes or so.”
“Your mama’s still at school, she’s doing parent teacher conferences with her students, but Jack should be home. Try to go easy on him, ok?” he said with a soft tone.
“Oh, I will, daddy,” she said with a grin. “See you this evening!”
She could hardly believe her little brother as she hung up the phone. She’d thought that he’d just give her a few C’s and maybe a B. But instead he’d boosted her all the way up to A’s? It wasn’t that it had likely taken any more effort on his part, but it was an incredibly generous gesture all the same, and she knew it would do wonders for her GPA.
She had to stop at a gas station to get some more fuel and use the restroom, but as she was washing her hands, she saw a full-length mirror and couldn’t resist.
As she was walking out to her vehicle, she texted her little brother.
Michelle: Jeez, all A’s? I’m never going to be able to repay you! Dad just called me and was like soooo proud!
Despite himself, Jack had found himself looking forward to his sister’s arrival all afternoon. He’d been worried at first that his sister would return to her bitchy nature after she’d gotten what she’d wanted, but the text quickly dispelled any such notion. If anything, he even found himself smiling as he texted her back.
Jacob: Haha, welllll, I looked at your other semesters and thought your GPA could use it.
Michelle: Omg, I know, right??? Oh, and congratulations!!
‘Congratulations?’, Jack thought to himself.
Jacob: Errrr, thanks? Haha, for what?
Michelle: On becoming a new slave owner!
As he read the message, another image file arrived, and his cock swelled as he stared at it.
His 5’7” sister had snapped a selfie at a restroom mirror, and although it wasn’t particularly risqué, the caption “Property of Jack” that she’d added seemed to carry a sexual connotation. He knew it was impossible, but he swore that it seemed like his sister was flirting with him! He loved her outfit as well, which consisted of a pair of denim, low-cut short shorts, a thin, white button up blouse with the sleeves rolled up and so short that it exposed her midriff, as well as a pair of black converse Chuck Taylor’s. He knew it was just the normal sort of attire that she usually worse, but seeing her take a selfie for him was amazing.
He didn’t want to overplay his hand, or risk making an ass out of himself if he’d misjudged, but finally he worked up the nerve to type his reply.
Jacob: Thanks! I’m looking forward to using you a lot this summer ;) Plus I’ve got a whip just in case.
As Michelle read her little brother’s text, she felt her pulse race. There were several ways she could imagine him ‘using’ her; many of which would involve her breaking God only knew how many laws. He was just as good as she was at hugging the line of subtle ambiguity, though, as well as what she perceived as some light-hearted banter.
It was fun, she thought, to finally have conversations like this with her dorky brother. As she came to a stop at a light, she typed out a quick message.
Michelle: I’d better stay on my best behavior then, huh? :)- I’ll be home in about twenty minutes or so. See you soon!
Jack was in his room when he heard his sister’s car pull into their driveway. He realized, suddenly, that he was more nervous than he’d been in years. After all, he had no idea to greet his sister in a friendly way since their meetings usually just involved a snide remark on her part and him trying his best to ignore her.
But now ... now she seemed to want to hang out with him. “Come on, man,” he said as he looked himself over in the mirror. “Be confident.”
His hair was a dark brown mop that was poorly kempt, and despite being 14 years old, he only stood at about 5’1”. His vision wasn’t the best either, so he worse a pair of silver, metal-rimmed glasses, but other than that he was kind of normal looking. He hadn’t been cursed with acne like many of his classmates had, and although his fashion was basic (a pair of cargo khaki pants, black sneakers, and a slightly too-large black shirt with a yellow Star Wars logo, he seemed pretty normal. Although he wasn’t athletic, he wasn’t overweight either, and thanks to a high metabolism remained skinny. His mother said he was cute, and although he knew she was biased, he didn’t think he looked all that bad.
“Well, it isn’t like this is the first-time Michelle’s ever seen you,” he thought to himself. “Although it’ll probably be the first time she doesn’t make fun of me ... I hope.”
As he heard the front door open downstairs, he figured ‘what the hell’ and headed down.
Michelle was dragging in her large duffle bag and backpack that she’d stuffed all of her clothes and shoes in for the summer when she heard Jack coming down. As she looked up at him, it was crazy as she felt herself almost instinctively start to select the things that she’d make fun of him for. His shirt was ugly, as were his pants, and shoes, and ... well everything he was wearing. He desperately needed a haircut, and his glasses were stupid looking.
‘God, ‘ she thought to herself as she forced herself to suppress the hateful thoughts, ‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’
Instead, she smiled as she dropped the duffle bag.
“So ... should I call you Jack ... or Master ... or...” She said, teasing him.
Hearing his sister making a joke and smiling instantly put him at ease and he laughed as he walked over and grabbed the bag, helping her carry it as they headed towards her room.
“Well, Master just sounds so ... formal.” He said, carrying on the charade. “I think Jack will work ... until you displease me.”
“Well I never want to do that,” she replied with a grin as they made it to her room. They each dropped the heavy bag with a thud, and then stood back.
“It’s great to see you, little brother!” she finally said as she looked him over, and, for the first time in years, wrapped him in a hug.
The feel and smell of his sister’s lithe, older body was intoxicating, and Jack took advantage of the opportunity to wrap her in a hug as well.
“Thanks, sis! It’s great to have you home. I mean it. I’m ... well, I’m really looking forward to the summer.”
As Michelle leaned back, she smiled and nodded, “Yeah ... I’m really happy to be here too.” She said, and he could tell that she meant it.
“So,” Jack said as he looked around her room. “Mom and dad aren’t going to be back until 6. What were you thinking about doing?”
For a moment she wondered if she was about to find out what ‘using her’ would mean. She was proud, though, that with the prospect of sexual slavery staring her in the face, rejecting him never entered her mind.
“I don’t know, I hadn’t really thought about it. You’re in charge, after all,” she said with a grin as she leaned against the edge of her bed. “What would you like to do?”
Jack had never been in that position, and the possibilities seemed endless. But ... as lame as it sounded, the new Star Wars film had just released, and he hadn’t had anyone to go see it with.
“Um, well, there’s a new movie out that I kind of wanted to see. Would you mind going with me?” he asked.
Even in charge, her little brother was kinder than she’d ever been, Michelle thought to herself.
“Of course. Come on, if we hurry, we’ll probably be able to get the matinee.”
“Really?” he asked with a smile. “Even after you drove all morning?
Michelle shrugged. “If it’s what you want to do, I’m game.”
Fortunately the local theater wasn’t too far of a drive, and a showing was starting shortly after they arrived. Michelle loved to see how excited her brother was to be hanging out with her, but she felt yet another pang of guilt that they’d been missing out on a friendly sibling relationship like this for years.
As they approached the ticket checker, however, she felt an even more intense pang of guilt as she recognized the guy sitting on the stool. His name was Darron, she remember, and he’d been her lab partner throughout her junior year of high school.
While she had so much going for her in life, Darron had been the polar opposite. She knew he came from a trailer park on the edge of town, and his fashion sense had been even worse than her little brother’s. In his case, though, it was not only because of being a “loser” but also because of his family poverty. He often had to wear the same outfit to school 3 or even 4 times a week, which had given Michelle and her friends an easy target to mock. That, however, was barely the tip of the iceberg. Despite standing at 6 feet tall, the poor kid had been obscenely obese, wearing 3XL t-shirts, and a waist that wasn’t even available on most store racks. His light brown hair was always cut into a neat crew cut, and like her brother he also wore glasses. But despite his shortcomings, he always managed to have a youthful appearance and a ready smile. As much as she hated to admit it, however, Michelle and her friends considered each class a failure if he was still smiling by the end of it.
For a moment she hoped that perhaps he wouldn’t recognize her, but as monstrous as she’d been, she knew it was foolish to even consider it a possibility.
As his eyes looked up from the book he was reading, Darron’s face suddenly fell as he saw her approach.
“T-tickets, please,” he said meekly, obviously fearful that he was about to be humiliated.
Seeing the affect that she was having on him made her stomach turn, and for the umpteenth time that week Michelle knew she had a mountain of bad karma to make up for.
‘Well, ‘ she thought, ‘I’ve already started mending my relationship with my brother, why not the people I hurt from high school as well.’
“Hey,” she said hesitantly as she handed him their tickets. “It’s Darron, right?”
As he looked at her, he had a slightly dumbfounded expression, as if he couldn’t believe she still knew his name.
“Y-yeah,” he said hesitantly. “You’re Michelle?”
“Yeah,” she said with a smile.
“Going to see a movie?” he asked, then realized the stupidity of the statement, which was reflected on his face.
Instead of mocking him, though, Michelle laughed. “Yeah, I think my little brother is a Star Wars fan,” she said as she nudged him and pointed at his shirt.
Still hesitant, but also amazed that one of the biggest bitches he’d ever known was being friendly to him, Darron laughed as well. “Ahhh, nice shirt, man,” he said.
“Thanks,” Jack replied. He was perceptive enough to realize that the Darron guy was clearly one of his sister’s form punching bags, but he was proud of her for being a decent human being.
“So where did you guys know each other from?” he asked.
Darron was about to respond, with ‘school, ‘ but Michelle spoke first, being unabashedly blunt.
“We had Biology together. I was an ungodly bitch to him like our whole high school career,” she said matter of factly. “I really am sorry for that, by the way,” she said, slightly sheepishly.
Rather than being embarrassed, Darron smiled. “Thanks. I mean it,” he said, shrugging. “It really means a lot. And,” he hesitated, then soldiered on, “it was kind of worth it. Getting to sit next to one of the hottest girls in school, I mean.”
Michelle actually laughed, thankful that the boy she’d tortured so often could still forgive her.
“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t a total loss, then.” She said as her and Jack started to walk towards the theater. “It was nice seeing you again.”
“You too,” he called out.
“Look at you, sis,” Jack said with a grin. “Becoming a better person with each hour.”
“Believe me,” she said with a wry smile back, “I have a lot more to make up for.”
The movie turned out to be more fun than Michelle would have expected, and she and Jack talked about it all the way home. When they walked in, still chatting and laughing, their parents could hardly believe that the two friendly children were their own Jack and Michelle.
Knowing that their girl had made straight A’s only made the situation better, and for the first time in her life, it really felt like they were a happy family.
They all gathered in the living room to watch a movie, with her parents sitting on the couch, and her & Jack sitting on the love seat nearby.
Jack was enjoying the evening, and he could tell that Michelle was loving it too. The movie was nearly halfway over when Michelle leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“I don’t care what I have to do this summer; you’ve got to hack my grades next year too!”
“Well,” he whispered back, teasing her, “you don’t know what you have to do this summer yet.”
Her grin seemed so suggestive to him as she whispered back. “It’ll be worth it.”
By the time the movie was finished, it was just past 11:00pm and since both of their parents had to work the next day, they announced that they were heading to sleep.
The events of the day, but especially being nestled against his sister all evening, had caused Jack’s hormones to skyrocket, and he desperately was looking forward to the relief of cumming on a towel while looking at his sister’s facebook pictures.
As they followed their parents upstairs, they paused at their doors, which were directly opposite one another across the hallway.
“Good night, little bro,” Michelle said as she gave him a hug. “I had a lot of fun today.”
“Yeah, me too, sis!” he said as he squeezed her back. “See you in the morning?”
“See you then,” she said with a smile.
After closing the door to his room, Jack immediately stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and climbed into bed. Pulling out his laptop, he made his way to his sister’s Facebook page and immediately found the album of her in Cancun the summer before.
She might have stopped cheering after high school, but it was obvious that she’d maintained her fitness activities. Standing at 5’7”, he guessed that she probably weighed around 110 lbs, with tanned skin, and a flat, toned stomach. Her breasts weren’t particularly large, but he loved the way the 34B’s filled out her bikini top. His favorite feature of all, however, was her cute, round butt. She was more than just a hot body, though, and while he used to think that her beauty had a sort of arrogance to it, the past day had shown him the genuine friendliness that it could display as well. Her face was slightly oval in shape, with a pair of almond shaped, steel-blue eyes, a celestial nose, and a bright friendly smile framed by dark brown hair that she worse straight past her shoulders.
His cock was instantly hard, and soon his young fist was reaching into his boxers, pumping up and down on his shaft as he felt the cum from his large balls churn. He could still smell her fragrance on his shirt from earlier, and the memory of her body in his arms only sped the journey of his cum from his balls to his cock.
“Oh Michelle,” he moaned softly. “My own sister ... my sexy, hot older sister.”
Staring at her smile as he pulled a sock over his throbbing erection, he pumped the shaft only a handful of more times before his load began to spray into the waiting fabric. His whole body jerked and writhed as he stifled his orgasm, not wanting to wake his parents. While his cock wasn’t even close to being ‘big’, his balls were far larger than most grown adults, and his cum loads reflected that. Rope after gooey, thick rope pumped into the garment until the entire thing was saturated wet with his semen. Sliding it off, he tossed it into the corner of his room, musing how hot it would be to watch his mother grab it unknowingly, her hand instantly becoming soaked with her son’s cum.
Feeling satisfied, he reached over and turned the light off, but as minute after minute passed, sleep eluded him.
He may have cum, and cum hard, but the scent of his sister on his shirt kept drawing his mind back to her. ‘My sister ... here to hang out with me all weekend, ‘ he thought.
‘But ... not only to hang out.’
She was his self-admitted slave. He’d helped her more than anyone ever had in life, and she’d even said she didn’t care what price she had to pay.
‘The hottest girl you know is just across the hall, and willing to do whatever you tell her, ‘ a voice seemed to say to him.
“She didn’t mean that,” he said to himself.
‘How will you know until you try?’ the voice seemed to respond.
Despite laying in his dark room, any thoughts of sleep were gone from his mind. As he stared in the dark, his phone was laying a mere foot away.
‘All you have to do is text her, ‘ the voice said. ‘Then you’ll know what you can do to her. Your dreams can be a reality... ‘
Jack suddenly realized he was trembling. His heart pounded in his chest, and his fingers tingled.
“I can do it,” he said to himself out loud. “I can order her to do it.”
Reaching out, he grabbed his phone, not wanting to hesitate for a moment for fear that some more rational or moral part of his mind would convince himself to stop.
Michelle was laying on her bed, still dressed from the day and looking around the web on her lap top. She had always been a night owl, and she didn’t plan on changing just because she was home.
She was, surprised, however, when her phone vibrated.
As she looked, she saw the message.
Jacob: Are you awake?
It was a simple message, but somehow, somewhere in the back of her mind, Michelle knew that there was something dark about it.
Michelle: Yeah, what’s up?
Less than a moment later, the reply buzzed.
Jacob: Come to my room.
It was more of an order than a request, and she realized that the voice in the back of her mind was right. This was it.
Standing up, she felt her heart racing in her chest as she quietly walked across her room and out into the hall. Without knocking on his door, she opened it gently and stepped inside. Jack was sitting on the edge of his bed, still wearing his t-shirt, but now down to only a pair of boxers and a pillow in his lap. She didn’t have to guess why he had a pillow covering his crotch.
“C-close the door and lock it,” he said softly, his voice cracking with nervousness.
As she complied, she turned back towards him, awaiting the instructions that she knew were inevitable.
“You ... you said you’d do whatever I asked. Right?”
The reality of the situation was clear to Michelle at that moment, and even as her pulse raced through her veins, she maintained a calm, steady demeanor. The time for banter and subtlety was over.
“Yes,” she replied softly. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
Jack was afraid that he’d pass out with anticipation and nervousness. His deepest, darkest dreams seemed set to become a reality; all he had to do was ask.
“T-take ... take off your shirt and shorts,” he ordered.
“Ok,” Michelle replied, sounding far more calm than she felt.
‘I’m about to become a pedophile, ‘ she realized as she began to unbutton her top; undoing one after the other until it was hanging open. ‘A dirty, fucking, incestuous, pedophile.’
And no thought had ever turned her on more.
She pulled the shirt off of each shoulder, then allowed it to slip back until it fell away, revealing only her black satin bra. Next she unbuttoned her denim shorts and, bending over, pushed them down to her ankles where she stepped out, kicking them gently to the side.
As she stood there, Jack stared openly at his gorgeous sister, wearing only a black bra and a matching black thong. Underneath the pillow, his hard-on raged.
“Now,” he stammered. “Take off your bra ... then your thong.”
“Ok,” she replied again. Reaching behind, she unclasped the last garment covering her breasts. With a sharp intake of breath, she pushed her shoulders forward, allowing the straps to slip off, causing the bra to fall to the floor, and leaving her cute, small, 34B tits open to her brothers gaze.
He’d never seen a pair in person, and he marveled at the even tan that covered them, as well as her darker brown nipples which hardened before his eyes.
“Oh my God,” he said in awe.
Before him, though, Michelle continued. Gripping her thong, she pushed it down as she bent over, guiding it down to her ankles as she had her shorts before kicking it away as well. As she stood up, she was finally completely bare for her little brother’s eyes.
His sister was more gorgeous than he’d imagined. There wasn’t a trace of hair on her neat, perfect cunt, and even from the distance that separated them he could see a glistening wetness around her pussy.
He could hardly think. His hormone-ridden teenage mind could only stare, taking in the forbidden sight even as his cock pulsed under the pillow.
He had planned, if she allowed him to make it this far, to ask for a blowjob. But as he stared at her, he knew nothing less than sex would sate his need.
“Michelle, I ... I...” he stammered, realizing in humiliation and horror that his brain wouldn’t work. He couldn’t form the words; yet his desire was clear to his sister.
Stepping closer, she gently pulled the pillow away and tossed it aside. Staring at the tent in her brother’s boxers, she looked up at him.
“Oh my God ... Jack. You want me to fuck you?” she asked, completing the thought that he couldn’t.
“YES!” he gasped, his mind suddenly free from it’s lock. “Oh God, Michelle, have sex with me!”
She knew they needed to be quiet, but the passion that was burning between them couldn’t be suppressed.
“Scoot back and lay down!” she ordered as Jack pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. As he did so, she gripped his boxers and tugged, stripping him nude in an instant, and treating her to the sight of her brother’s 4 inch cock standing erect as a pole above two golf-ball sized testicles.
She took in the view for only a moment more before climbing onto the bed and straddling her little brother’s waist. Reaching down, she gripped his hard shaft, eliciting a moan from his lips as he laid beneath her, staring up at her body.
“Oh God, Michelle! Fuck me!”
Her cunt was already like a swamp, but as she felt his small cock in her hand she swore she could feel herself get even wetter. She guided the tip to her slit, instantly shuddering in forbidden pleasure, but then, in one swift, smooth motion, she slid down.
Both siblings moaned in unison as her sopping wet pussy enveloped his penis.
Reaching down, she grabbed his hands and pulled them to her modest breasts. Like a child in a wonderland, he began to knead and grope them, mesmerized by their soft, yet firm nature.
Lowering her face to his, Michelle moaned, caressing him with her hot breath as she began to slide her hips up and down, riding her baby brother’s hard cock.
“Oh my God, sis! Oh fuck! This feels so good! You’re so fucking hot!”
In the back of her mind Michelle knew they had to stay quiet, but how could she? She could feel her own orgasm approaching like a runaway train and knew it wouldn’t be long. The thrill, the danger, of fucking her little brother just down the hall from her parents was pushing her further and further to that pinnacle of pleasure, as was the knowledge that she wasn’t on birth control. She’d seen her brother’s fat ball sack, she knew how much cum he was about to pump into her womb, but she was willing to take the risk. She wanted to test the odds and suffer the consequences if her brother knocked her up.
“Yessssss,” she moaned, slamming her hips down onto his again and again as she pulled his face to hers. “Fuck my tight little pussy, baby brother! Fuck your bitch-whore sister’s cunt! Oh my God, Jack ... I love you!”
She winced as his hands suddenly squeezed her tits and she saw his face contort in ecstasy. This was it. This was the moment that they came.
Jack couldn’t believe his ears. His sister ... the one who’d been his worst enemy, and now the person he cared most about in the world, said she loved him. And it wasn’t just the familial sense of the word either. His own sister was in love with him!
The thought pushed him over the edge and before he knew it his cock was ejaculating, pumping thick rope after rope of cum into her vagina.
“I LOVE YOU MICHELLE!” he moaned out loudly, threatening to violate his parents’ slumber down the hall.
Desperate to suppress her own orgasm as it crashed through her body, feeling her brother’s hot cum spraying like a hose into her cunt, she pressed her mouth to his, moaning into him as he moaned into her; both bodies intertwined as their bodily fluids mixed and entered each other.
Jack could feel his sister’s cunt cum flowing out of her pussy and running down over his balls, but most of all he could feel her tongue exploring his mouth. It was his first kiss, and it was unforgettable. His sister’s mouth was hungry as she explored her little brother; trying her best to lick every inch of his mouth.
Their bodies writhed and jerked as their muffled moans filled the room. Slowly, steadily, their orgasms ran their course until the lack dribble of cum spilled out of the tip of Jack’s cock, adding to the virtual flood of cum he’d dumped up his sister’s cunt.
As they finally came to a stop, Michelle gently broke their kiss and smiled down at Jack. She had no idea how long they’d been going, but both were covered in sticky sweat.
“God, that was amazing,” she said, breathing deep, yet keeping her body pressed atop his.
“I know!” Jack replied, nearly laughing in post-fuck ecstasy. “You’re the most amazing sister ever, Michelle! I love you! I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as much as I love you.”
She bit her lip as she smiled back. “I know what you mean. I can’t believe the best fuck of my life was my virgin little brother, but God that was amazing!”
She could feel the flood of cum up her cunt, and her little brother’s cock seemed reluctant to deflate.
“Want to see something hot?” she asked?
“Yeah!” Jack replied excitedly.
“Ok, watch this...” In one smooth motion, she slid off of his cock with a loud plop, but quickly covered her cunt with one hand. Moving up closer to his head, she turned her butt towards him as she knelt on all fours.
He stared at her ass presented to him, with her prominent, tight, brown asshole on full display. But the ‘show’ occurred when she removed her hand.
A torrent of their mixed cum began to spill out of her pussy and onto his mattress. The aroma of her sex mixed with his cum created a scent that appealed to the most basic of human desires.
“Wow!” Jack said with awe as the full load of his balls continued to pour out of her. I can’t believe I had that much! I just came like an hour ago!”
“Mmmmm, I usually hate cum, but yours ... fuck, I love it!”
“That’s so hot, sis! I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
“I have no doubt,” she said with a grin. As she turned around, she laid down in the fresh pool of cum.
“Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?” she asked
“No way, you’re always welcome in my bed sis, ‘ he said as he reached over and turned out the light before snuggling next to her.
“Good. I think this is going to be an amazing summer, baby bro.”