Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, Daughter, Uncle, Fisting, Water Sports, Cream Pie, Violent,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Joel lives a good life. He's single, has a good job, though the work is hard. He's good looking and never lacks for dates with sexy and willing women. Then one night...
A knock at the door woke Joel Adams from his half groggy state. He had been sleeping hard. His work in the construction business was exhausting... The hours are long, damned long. The pay is great, but never let anyone tell you that construction workers don't earn their pay. They do. Joel was tired and weary. Now, some idiot at the door was trying to break it down. The knocking hadn't stopped. The clock said 1:32 AM. He stumbled towards the door in his Fruit of the Looms.
Joel lived in a small house with no mortgage. It's a 2-bedroom, 1 bath bungalow, with a small yard on a quiet street. There's also a small den that doubles as a computer room, though Joel hardly ever booted up. He never bothered to get an internet connection.
Joel and his neighbors all minded their own business. Crime in the neighborhood was nearly non-existent. When there was crime it usually was a young driver going too fast or the thump-thump-thump of some kid's sub-woofer. But generally, things were quiet. Now it sounded like all hell was about to break loose. It was Monday morning and Joel had had a long tiring weekend and was in no mood to be awakened this damn early.
Joel yelled at the door, "Who's there?" He stood there in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms, hoping to scare whoever it was away.
"Joel?" It was a woman's voice, familiar, but he didn't recognize it for sure through the door.
"Joel, it's me, Janie."
Janie Wilson is Joel's kid sister. She was the kid who "happened along" after their folks were done having kids. Joel is 32 years old. Janie is 27.
Joel opened the door and saw her there in tears. "Shit", he thought, "here I am standing at the door in front of my sobbing little sister, in my Fruits!"
"Janie? Honey, what's wrong?" Joel asked. "Come on in here."
She literally threw herself into his arms and started sobbing. Joel just held her and let her cry.
Janie stood a mere four feet and eleven inches tall. She was a trim eighty-nine pounds. Her breasts were smallish, but could still be described as a "mouthful". She had shoulder length dark brown hair, which was not well kept at the moment. Her hair smelled of cigarette smoke as Joel held her and let her cry it out. She was wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts. She had white girls Nike's on her size four feet.
Finally her sobs turned to whimpers and then finally stopped altogether. Still, Joel held her.
"Joel, Hank's a drunk. He's out of control and lost his job. I left him tonight. He's passed out on the floor at home and I never want to see him again! Oh God, Joey!" And she started sobbing again.
Joel looked at the tears in Janie's dark brown eyes and his heart melted for her. He held her while she sobbed.
Hank is Janie's asshole of a husband. He's a Viet Nam war veteran who blames his shitty life on his experiences in the service, and on Joel's sister. More than once Joel had to be restrained from knocking Hank's fucking stupid head off at family gatherings after he berated Janie for absolutely nothing at all. The rare times he was sober he knew how to behave around Joel. But alcohol gave him the courage to get real shitty.
Janie had to turn to her big brother. After a tragic accident 2 years before, their dad had been killed in a plane crash on his way to a business meeting. Running home to mother was not an option for Janie right now. She just didn't feel it would be fair to dump more grief on mom. Joel was the only choice she had left.
"Janie, come sit with me. Let's talk about this. Did you bring an overnight bag? You can stay the night here." Joel told her.
They were still standing at the open door. Joel kicked it shut and walked her to the sofa.
Her sobs abated once more but her chin quivered as she looked at him.
"I left in such a rush and didn't know where I was even going Joey, she said.
Janie had always called him Joey, except when she was pissed at him for teasing her when they were kids. Then it was Jo-el. She made him think he was from Superman's family. You know, Jor-el, and Kal-el. That's how she said Jo-el.
"I didn't bring anything with me, " she said. "When Hank puked while he was chasing me I just grabbed my purse and keys and ran for my car. As I was slamming the door I saw him falling in his own mess, and I didn't look again. He can die for all I care."
"Damn, " Joel thought, "she shouldn't have to go through this shit."
"I'm going over there and kick his fucking ass, Janie" he said. "I'll teach that abusive fucker something."
"Joey don't, he's not worth the trouble. I just want to stay away from him. I need time to think about what I need to do next. I hope I can get a quick divorce and get my life back together. Can I stay? Here, with you?"
Hell yes she could stay.
Joel then thought about his lifestyle. He liked living alone. Sure, he had dates, and brought some of them home, and they stayed the night many times. But that was all. He lived life the way he wanted to live it, answering only to his need to work and earn a living. But what the hell, Janie wouldn't be staying forever. She'd get her divorce, find a job, and move on. He could help her reach that point just fine. Then he quickly had another thought-she'd never go back to that fucker, if he had any say in the matter.
"Yes sis", he said, "you can stay as long as you need to."
He held her still and she looked up at him. Her makeup was a mess, her eyes red and puffy. Dammit, he thought, she sure didn't deserve all this. Still, she still looked pretty.
"Just talk to me Janie, " he said, walking her to the couch, "Tell me all about it."
"I don't know if I can talk about it Joey. God, he was so drunk, " she said.
"Would you like something to drink, Janie?"
Suddenly he realized what he'd just asked. Besides, he had no idea what she even drank.
"I have cola, instant iced tea."
Her eyes rose to meet her big brother's. "Got anything harder?" she asked.
"I have, but wasn't sure you wanted to go that route after what he put you through."
"It's ok, " she said, "I can handle it."
Joel got up and walked into the kitchen. He had some liquor in the cupboard.
"I have Bourbon or Spiced Rum, " he yelled to her.
"A Rum and Coke sure sounds nice Joey, "
"Coming right up. Ya want ice?"
"Please, " she said.
He mixed two Captain Morgan and Cokes and returned to the living room. Janie was sitting cross legged on the sofa. He handed her the drink and turned to sit in his recliner. Janie stopped him.
"Sit by me here, Joey, " she said.
He sat down next to her. They were both silent for a few minutes while they sipped their Rum and Cokes.
It's funny sometimes how people are connected. Joel and Janie were a few years apart in age. They never had mutual friends growing up. They never "hung out" together because of their age difference. Hell, even though people would sometimes say they looked alike, Joel could never see it. Janie was just always his little sister.
Then after a few quiet minutes they both spoke at once.
"You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch until we figure out your next move Janie, " Joel said.
At the very same time she said, "Do you have any extra sheets? I can make up a bed right here on the couch."
They laughed together for the first time that night. It must be the drinks, Joel thought. At least she had relaxed a bit.
Again they spoke together.
"No big brother, you need your sleep. I'll not put you out of your bed, " she insisted.
At the same moment he said, "I'll put the clean sheets on the bed for you Janie."
They laughed again, this time she put her hand on his bare knee.
Joel saw her chin quiver and reached to hold her as the tears started again. He took her empty glass from her trembling hand and set it on the end table, next to his nearly untouched drink. He held her, rocking slightly, as she sobbed on his chest.
"Janie, for tonight, why don't you just lay down with me in my bed? I'd like to hold you honey, if you don't mind."
"Oh God Joey, I need someone to hold onto. My heart's so broken now, " she said. "But it just wouldn't be right. What would people say?"
Joel understood and said nothing. He was surprised he'd even suggested it. She was still trembling a bit. What had that monster done to her?
"Joey? Go to bed. I'll be OK here. I'd probably keep you awake all night anyway. I know I'll toss all night and not sleep."
Joel unwrapped his arms from around her and got up to get some sheets and a pillow. She got up and padded her way to the bathroom. He could not have felt sorrier for her. If he had been there he'd have killed Hank, such was his rage.
When he returned to the living room Janie was just coming out of the bathroom. She wore a long t-shirt. Her legs were so pretty that he almost ogled her. Then Joel remembered she was his little sister.
He threw out a sheet and she took one end of it and together they made the couch into her bed for the night. They doubled the sheet to give her a covering as well as a bottom sheet. Then they tucked the blanket into the cushions. With this she'd be as cozy as could be. Joel tossed the pillow on the couch and turned to her with his arms outstretched.
She came towards him with a weak smile.
"I love you Joel, " she said, as she embraced him. Then she stood on tiptoes and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Good night Janie-doll, " Joel said, smiling. "I hope you can sleep."
With that he went to his room and closed the door and went to bed. He was out as soon as his head touched the pillow. As he fell asleep he heard her say. "Goodnight Jo-el."
Joel was dead to the world as Janie slipped her tiny body into the sheets beside him. She was dressed in her extra long t-shirt, with nothing beneath. Joel lay on his side. Janie snuggled her back to his front. In his sleep he placed a strong, protective, arm around her.
At peace, for the moment, she drifted to sleep.
As Janie snuggled in front of her brother her t-shirt rode up above her tiny, but shapely, ass. The warmth of her bare ass aroused Joel in his sleep. His cock hardened, but he slept on. He began to dream.
In his dream he was with a faceless woman. His cock pressed into her from behind. He heard her moan of acceptance, and pushed gently into her wet pussy. His hand cupped a small breast. The nipple was hard as he gently rolled it between his finger and thumb.
He thrust his cock into her, deeper. Her moans became louder and she pushed her ass towards him. He rolled on top of her now, supported on his elbows, and began to fuck into her faster. Her face was pressed into the pillow from his weight. She turned her head and moaned a lover's moan.
Joel dreamed that he was fucking a tight pussy. It stroked his cock and willingly pushed down on him to take him to the hilt. Then she'd pull away, almost to the tip, then push deep again. He heard her urge him on. "Fuck me Joey, it's been so long and feels so good. I've had no sex life at all, no tenderness, no love, for too many years now. Fuck me baby, make me cum when you cum in me."
Her moans stopped and he heard her cry out, "Oh God Jo-el! Do me! I'm going to cum! Ohhh!"
He reached his final thrust and held his cock deep into her and came in a torrent, flooding her tight dreamy pussy as he awoke.
He rolled from her back and lay there, and then it came to him. He'd just fucked his little sister. She was now crying again.
"Joel? JO-EL? What did you do to me? Why?"
"Goddammit, you raped me Joel, you bastard! You raped me, " she screamed at him.
She sobbed and curled into a fetal position and lay there trembling now.
"Why Joey? Why did you?" she cried.
"Janie", he yelled now, "I didn't rape you. I was sleeping. You came to me. You were going to sleep on the couch. Why did you come to me like this? Dammit Janie, why didn't you stay on the couch where you belonged? I offered you my bed. You refused. Now here you are and we just... I can't even say it Janie."
She whimpered, "You raped me."
"Janie, STOP saying I raped you. That's the worst thing you can say to an innocent man. We had sex. I don't know how or why. I was sound asleep. Next thing I know I'm dreaming that I'm inside someone. And that someone was WILLING! Then, your moaning woke me, and you said, "Do me, I'm going to cum, " and you did, and I did at the same time. I was still half asleep and was thinking it was the greatest moment in my life. Now, you're screaming that I raped you. Well, I did NOT rape you. It just happened. It should not have, but it did. And it was wonderful until you cried rape. Janie, I am crushed about what just happened. But I didn't rape you. WE did something. We did it, together. It happened. I don't know what we're going to do about it, but WE did it. Not just me alone."
Janie just lay there sniffling and trembling. She knew her brother was right. She should never have come to his bed, but she was scared, she needed comfort, and now it all went bad and she knew her loving brother would hate her.
She got up from the bed without a word, walked from the bedroom, and shut the door. In the living room she fell on the couch and cried.
In his room Joel lay there in disbelief. Finally, his mind whirling, he fell asleep.