Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Humor, Incest, Brother, Sister, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - John's life goes through some changes when he buys the winning lotto ticket and that's before he's even been paid.

"A pack of Camels please."

"Got an ID?"

"Right here."

"Happy birthday."


"So you're taking up smoking?"

"No, these are for my brother in law. He said I should make myself useful since I'm now legal."

"It's nice to feel useful. Anything else?"

"How about a six pack of Sam Adams?"

"Heh! Come back in three years. I'll sell you all you want."

"I guess that's it then."

"How about a lotto ticket? Tonight's jackpot is $80 million and climbing. It'll be a lot more by tonight's drawing. Since this is your birthday, I'll sell you the tickets for a dollar a piece."

"That's generous of you. Sure, why not? One quick pick please." I knew they cost a dollar anyway but it would be my first taste of legal vice even though I wasn't feeling lucky. Buying cigarettes for my idiot brother in law didn't count. I stuck the ticket in my wallet and quickly forgot about it.

My brother in law Rick stiffed me for the price of the cigarettes. I guess I was the idiot brother in law for trusting him. And then I found out he discovered the birthday cake my sister bought for me. He and his buddies ate it all up. This was turning out to be a hideous birthday yet typical of every day of my life for the past year. My sister and her husband got into a screaming fight over the birthday cake when she found out. Terrific!

The next morning the whole apartment house complex was buzzing with the news that the winning jackpot ticket for the entire 88 million dollars had been purchased locally at Oki Doki Liquor. My only thought at the time was that it was the same place where I purchased my ticket.

"I wonder if I know the guy," Rick said. "I'd hit him up for a loan."

"Who would lend you money," my sister Kristina demanded. I'm glad Rick chose to ignore her or they'd be fighting again.

"He'll probably be long gone from this neighborhood if he has any common sense," was my two cents worth. "I know I would be if it was me."

"I knew I should have had you to buy me a lotto ticket," Rick told me. I just shrugged my shoulders and kept my mouth shut. I knew I would have been stiffed on that purchase too.

The initial excitement petered out after a week but not the speculation about who the winner was and why he hadn't come forward yet to claim the jackpot. Some thought the winner died of a heart attack when he discovered he was the winner. Others thought he might have lost the ticket or even thrown it away by mistake. Was the winner a wanted criminal and afraid to come forward or perhaps an illegal alien? Even I got in on the speculation.

"Maybe he hasn't checked his ticket yet," I said. That got me to thinking that I had yet to check my own lotto ticket. I might as well. Well, it was quite a surprise when I discovered I was the winner but I didn't jump up and down and shout and celebrate. I think I went into denial for a bit. It sounds crazy but I did. This couldn't be right. Then I got paranoid. People could tell I was the winner just by looking at me and were going to snatch away my ticket. I needed to talk to someone but I couldn't confide in my sister. I didn't trust her not to blab to her husband who I didn't trust at all. I couldn't think of anyone else. I felt depressed. I sat on the apartment house steps and sulked.

"You look like you just lost your best friend." There was a young girl standing in front of me. I knew she lived in the complex but I didn't know her name. She was a short brunette with horn-rimmed glasses and crooked teeth; kind of cute.

"I don't have any friends to lose," I responded.

"I'll be your friend if you need someone to talk to," she said. "I'm Carol."

"I'm John."

"Pleased to meet you, John. Is it girl trouble?"


"Drugs? Alcohol? Parents? Sexually transmitted disease?"

"Nothing like that."

"Do you need spiritual or legal counsel?"

"I dunno. I guess it wouldn't hurt to talk to a lawyer."

"Now we're getting somewhere," said Carol. "I'm going to be a lawyer. If you can just wait until I finish junior high school, high school, college, law school and pass the bar exam, I'll be more than happy to represent you."

"You'll be a good one I bet, but I'm afraid I can't wait that long." Carol would be a great attorney if nosiness and persistence were necessary talents. I didn't mind though. She was already helping me clarify my thoughts.

"You're still in luck. My mother works for a law firm in town. I can get you in to see the top attorney there."

"He isn't one of these guys, is he?" I pointed at the numerous flyers littering the walkway from law firms specializing in defending their clients in drug possession or driving while intoxicated cases and civil matters such as divorce, child custody, bankruptcy and immigration.

"No way! His firm is one the best in the state."

"He sounds expensive."

"Don't worry. I've got it covered. Say, are you in high school still? Are you going to the prom?"

"Uh, I am in high school but I won't be going to any prom. What does that have to do with anything?"

"My sister wants to go to the prom but no one has asked her. I could introduce you. She looks a lot like me only she has bigger boobs."

"I'm not in the position to take anybody anywhere right now."

"That's okay. Maybe later?"

"Yeah, maybe later."

I agreed to meet Carol the next day after school and we took the bus into downtown. She asked me what I was going to talk about with the lawyer but I told her it was confidential. Then she asked me if I thought she was pretty and I said yes.

I was really impressed when we walked into the offices; so much so that I almost walked right back out. Everything spoke of money. You see, I still hadn't accepted the possibility that I was no longer poor and I was totally intimidated. I was just a nobody from the wrong side of town.

"Hi, Carol," said the receptionist. "Do you need to see your mom?"

"No, I need to see Tom."

"Tom? Do you mean Mr. Paine?"

"Yeah, I brought him a new client."

"He's in court right now. Do you have an appointment, sir?"

"Uh, no I don't." I was already feeling like a fool even though the receptionist didn't seem to be judging me.

"That's all right," said Carol. "Tom said I could come see him anytime I wanted."

"Carol," the receptionist responded, "I'm sure Mr. Paine didn't mean—

"Oh, never mind, Donna. He's here now." Carol turned to a man who had just walked in. Donna looked aggravated and I couldn't blame her.

"Tom, this is John. John is our new client." Tom look confused for a moment and then gave me a friendly smile.

"Tom Paine," he said.

"John Dempsey," I said and we shook hands.

"Don't go confusing Tom with the guy that wrote 'Common Sense'. He's not the same guy."

"I won't."

"I was just explaining to Carol that we don't normally see prospective clients without an appointment."

"Perhaps I should come back another time?"

"No, that's all right. I got out of court early. Let's talk in my office." I started following him until I noticed Carol walking beside me and slowed down.

"You're not invited. Go sit down," he ordered.

"Gosh!" Carol exclaimed but she obeyed. Mr. Paine led me into a spacious office past his secretary into another spacious office. He pointed to a sofa and I sat down.

"May I call you John?"

"Of course."

"Then I'm Tom. May I offer you something to drink, John? I have coffee, tea, soda or water. I have the harder stuff too, but I think we should keep our heads clear for now."

"Nothing, thanks." I had the sudden urge to piss. I'd have to hold it until I got outside. Tom sat down on the sofa too. I'm glad he didn't choose his huge desk to sit behind.

"Tell me a little about yourself, John."

"Well, there's not much to tell. I just turned 18 years old and I'll be graduating high school in June. A little over a year ago my father was struck and killed in a crosswalk by a hit and run driver. Six months ago my mother's reserve unit was called up and she's overseas until July.

"Right now I'm stuck living with my sister and brother in law until my mom returns. My sister's okay but my brother in law is a total jerk. He's in construction but hasn't worked in almost two years. My mother left them money to cover my expenses but Rick; that's my brother in law. He used most of it to pay off a lawyer that represented him on a drug possession charge. My sister works as a waitress. She's pregnant by the way. I originally had plans to enlist in the Army when I graduated to help pay for college."

"Has something come up to change your plans?"

"Yeah, I think so. That's what I need your advice on."

"And how can I help you?" I took the lotto ticket out of my wallet.

"I believe these are the winning numbers for 88 million dollars." Tom checked the numbers on a tablet computer he had laying nearby.

"Yes, it appears to be the winning ticket. Congratulations, John. You're a very fortunate young man."

"I don't feel fortunate," I replied. "I feel nervous and scared. I don't know how to deal with it and I just know someone is going to try and take it away from me."

"Like Rick?"

"Like him all right."

"Did you make any written or verbal agreement with Rick to share lotto winnings or did he ask you to buy that particular lotto ticket for him?"

"No, but that won't stop from saying he did. Is there any way I can keep my winning a secret?"

"I'm afraid not. All lotto winners' names are a matter of public record. Of course, I'll be glad to defend your rights against any other claimants if you choose to retain my services. That includes your brother in law. I can also refer you to an investment adviser and a certified public accountant. There are ways to protect your wealth and that will also be part of my job."

"All that sounds great but I don't have the money to retain you."

"Do you have a dollar?" Well, I retained Tom's firm to handle everything for me. The first thing he had me do was to print my name and sign the back of my ticket. Then he put it in a safe.

"It'll be safe until tomorrow. I'll call the lotto officials for an appointment. Does anyone else know of this?"

"You're the only other one besides me."

"Let's keep it that way for now, shall we? That includes Carol."

"That's fine with me. Uh, she's not in any trouble, is she? I mean for the way we just walked in?"

"Not at all. Although we'll have to talk to her about the way we conduct business here, I'm certainly appreciative of Carol bringing me a new client. Some of the young attorneys we have on staff have yet to bring in a dime's worth of new business. I'm seriously thinking of having them take lessons from her."

We walked out of his office together. I was feeling good, more confident than I'd felt in a long while. I saw another woman talking to Carol. She was an older version of Carol and I assumed it was my new friend's mother. Carol looked like she wanted to escape and took our appearance as her opportunity.

"Did you take John's case?"

"I did," Tom replied.

"I told Mom you would so I'm not in trouble, am I. So what's the case about?"

"You're on a 'need to know' basis right now."

"That means you're not going to tell me anything."

"It means exactly that."

"Gosh! How am I going to protect my client's interests if no one will tell me anything?"

"He's not your client. He's my client and protecting John's interests is now my task thanks to you. I'd like you to see John safely home with your mother if you would, please."

"I can do that," Carol said.

"Come back tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.," he told me. "Perhaps you can hitch a ride with Carol's mother. Cynthia?"

"No problem," said Cynthia. "I'll get my purse and sign out." She looked relieved. Speaking of relief, I needed to find a restroom.

"John told me I'm pretty, Mom." We were on the drive home. It was rush hour traffic and it was more of a creep home. I was sitting in the front with Mrs. Boyle and Carol was in the back.

"That was nice of him to tell you that, honey. It's certainly true."

"I figured if I looked good to him then Elizabeth would look good to him and then he'd ask her out. Do you have a girlfriend, John?"

"I did have a girlfriend, but we broke up when I had to switch schools."

"You see, Mom? John's available. Let's introduce him to Elizabeth."

"Would you like to meet my older daughter? She's a very nice girl."

"I wouldn't mind." Before my meeting with Tom I wouldn't have felt so social.

"My sister is kind of stand-offish so there's always me if you don't get anywhere with her."

"Your sister is shy, Carol, not stand-offish. And I think you're a little young yet to start dating."

"I wasn't thinking of dating John. I was thinking of sleeping with him." Carol's mother gasped and I couldn't help laughing.

"I can't believe I heard that. You and I are going to have a talk when we get home, young lady."

"He might like them young. You wouldn't kick me out of your bed, would you?"

"No comment," I said but I was laughing again.

"I guess you can tell there's nothing shy about Carol."

"I'm glad she's not. I still would've been sitting on the apartment house steps wondering what to do if she didn't stop to talk to me."

"I'm never going to be shy. There's no percentage in being shy. Say, John, do you prefer older women? My mom's available."

"Carol! Don't embarrass me! John isn't interested in a woman twice his age."

"I don't know about," I said. "You look pretty good to me, Mrs. Boyle."

"Thank you, kind sir, and please call me Cynthia." I think I pleased her with my flattery because her smile was genuine. She reached over and touched my arm briefly.

"She looks even better with her clothes off."


"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight, John? It's usually something frozen or out of a can but it'll give you a chance to meet Elizabeth." I looked at Cynthia and she nodded her head.

"Would you like to?"

"I'll be there."

"I got invited to dinner with some people I just met," I told Kristina when I walked in the door.

"That's nice," she said. "I was getting a little worried when you didn't come home at your usual time."

"I guess I should've called."

"Hey John," said Rick, "when are we going to start seeing some money out of you? Kris can't work much longer."

"Mom wants John to concentrate on his studies. Graduation is only a couple of months away."

"Well then your mom better see about sending us some more money."

"There was plenty of money until you used it to pay that lawyer. I mean, he takes your money and then pleads you guilty. You could have pled guilty without hiring him, don't you think?"

"He says he kept me out of jail. I already told you that."

"Well, if you want some more money, you'd better go find a job. Your unemployment is just about tapped anyway."

"There aren't any construction jobs out there right now."

"Then get a job doing something else."

"I'm not interested in doing something else." Kristina sighed.

"It looks like I'm applying for WIC and food stamps when the baby comes."

"I'm thinking about moving away soon anyway," I said.

"Oh yeah? Where to? How are you going to live? Can I go with you?"

"Don't let me stop you," said Rick.

"I'm going to find and marry a rich woman."

"Heh! That's what I should've done."

"Don't let me stop you."

"Oh shut the fuck up, bitch, will ya?" I thought it was a good time to leave. I wish I could have told my sister that her financial troubles were over but I had to keep my mouth shut for now. Also, I didn't want to share any of my fortune with her as long as she was with Rick. He asked me to buy him a pack of cigarettes on my way out. I ignored him.

The apartment was easy to find. It was in the building next to mine. Carol met me at the door and dragged me in. I sat down on an easy chair then Carol sat on my lap and kissed me on the lips.

"Uh, where's your mother?"

"She's getting ready along with my sister. When I told them I was going to wear a skirt tonight they had to do it too. Only they still had to shave their legs. How do I look?"

"You look beautiful." She wore a charcoal gray skirt that ended a little over two inches above the knee.

"Thanks. I'm not wearing panties. You wanna see?"

"What? Uh, no. I'd better not."

"Mom and Elizabeth are yours too if you want them. Just like me."

"Carol, what are you doing sitting on our guest's lap?"

"I was just being friendly, Mom." She hopped off my lap and said, "Your turn, Elizabeth."

"Very funny, Carol."

"I wasn't trying to be funny."

"You're in my English class," I said as I stood up.

"I'm surprised you noticed." She blushed and said, "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."

"That's all right," I said. "I'm nervous too." I finally got a smile out of her.

All three women had essentially the same features. They were short brunettes with crooked teeth and wore horn-rimmed glasses. I wondered what genes the girls might have inherited from their father. That could wait. I still hadn't processed Carol's statement about having all three women. Was I supposed to seduce them tonight? Were they going to seduce me? I couldn't fathom why they would want to. They certainly didn't know about my lotto win. I decided to be just as calm as I could.

"You three look lovely. I feel like I'm underdressed."

"Thank you," Cynthia said. "You're dressed just fine. I shouldn't be asking this since your underage but do you drink wine? I've been saving a bottle for a special occasion and I think this is special enough. We don't have guests over very often."

The wine was a California red and it tasted pretty good. I'd had beer before but not wine. Even Carol got a glass. Dinner was ravioli with garlic toast and carrot sticks. Carol tried to wheedle some information from me about my case. I expected that.

"On advice of counsel, I'm keeping my mouth shut."

"I hope it's nothing serious," Cynthia said. I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Dinner was delicious. Thank you very much."

"Chef Boyardee will be so pleased to hear that," said Elizabeth. She blushed again. "My mouth always seems to get me in trouble."

"Mine too," said Carol, "only I don't care."

"You should care," said her mother, her voice rising.

"May I help with the cleanup?" I sensed an argument coming on and I hoped I short circuited it.

"You most certainly may not. That can wait until later. Let's go sit down in the front room."

We talked for a bit about school and generalities. Elizabeth offered to let me see her English notes when she heard I was going to miss school the next day. Carol wanted to miss school too so she could come with us. That got an emphatic no from her mother. I agreed to meet Cynthia at her apartment in the morning before driving in to meet Tom. I got a kiss good night from all three of them. Elizabeth was the shyest but I think the wine helped.

I was too excited to sleep much that night. When I did I had dreams of what I was going to do with all that money, but I also had less pleasant dreams of losing it all.

I arrived at Cynthia's apartment just as the girls were leaving for school. I got a kiss from Carol but not even a peck on the cheek from Elizabeth.

"Don't let last night go to your head," she said.

"I'll try and not let it do that."

"Don't be put off by what Elizabeth just said. She's crazy about you. She's just afraid of rejection so she does the rejecting first."

"And what about you?" Cynthia blushed and studied the floor. I decided Carol was right. I could have her mother if I wanted her. I stepped forward and Cynthia moved into my arms easily. I kissed her and she responded with her own kiss.

"I've been without a man's touch for so long, but ... you're so young. I thought ... I was hoping rather that you'd be interested in Elizabeth."

"I am interested in Elizabeth ... and Carol, too." She sighed.

"Why am I always attracted to men that are rats with women? Come along, mister. I'm supposed to get you to the office in time for your appointment with Mr. Paine and I don't want to be late." We kissed again and left the apartment.

"What are you thinking about?" Cynthia had been quiet ever since we got in the car.

"Nothing much," she said. "I was thinking about my attraction for you, our age difference, the fact that I'm jeopardizing my job by becoming involved with one of the firm's clients, your intentions with Elizabeth, Carol's crush on you, her being too young for you, not to mention my precarious financial situation, how much longer this car is going to last, can I afford to get it repaired and various other sundry things."

"Is that all? I thought it was something important." My problems were trivial compared to hers.

"No, nothing important." She reached over and squeezed my hand. I knew then that I wanted to do something for Cynthia and her family. Well, money could solve some of her problems and I'd soon have more money than I knew what to do with.

Fortunately there was a lottery commission office not too far away. Tom drove me there and things went pretty smoothly because I had all the necessary papers I needed along with the all important winning ticket. The officials explained that I'd only be getting half the face amount of the lotto win since I was taking it in cash. It would be even less than that since the IRS wanted their cut right away but it would still be over 30 million dollars. That's a lot more than I thought I'd ever make in several lifetimes. I listened patiently. They didn't cut a check right there but Tom had set up an electronic checking account where the money could be deposited directly and I could withdraw money with a debit card any time I needed it. He also gave me a cash advance.

"If you start to have problems with Rick, you'll have the money to just get out of there," he said.

"Thanks. I don't intend to wait around for trouble to start. I'm getting out of there now."

"I'll give you my personal cell number. You should get a cell phone for yourself. I'll have Cynthia drive you home and wherever else you need to go today. I'll find a room for you at a motel near your school. You can check in using our corporate account and you won't have to use your name."

"Are you getting paid to drive me around," I asked Cynthia as we headed back to the apartment house.

"I'm still on the clock and I'm getting paid for mileage too. I don't even have to return to the office today."

"That's good." I told her to wait for me in her apartment. I went to my apartment to pack my belongings. It wasn't much; it would all fit in one duffel bag. If I was lucky Rick wouldn't be there. He wasn't but Kristina was. She should have been at work.

"What are you doing here," I asked stupidly.

"I live here."

"I mean right now."

"I wasn't feeling well so I called in sick. Now I get to ask you the same thing."

"I had some personal business to take care of so I skipped school."

"What sort of personal business?"

"The sort of personal business that I don't want to talk about because it's personal." I grabbed my bag out the hall closet and started packing my gear.

"You're packing? John, are you in some sort of trouble? Please tell me and maybe I can help."

"I'm not in any trouble, sis. I just want to get out of here. I'll get in touch with you in a couple of days and explain everything."

"Please don't go, Jack. I need you here." Jack. I hadn't gone by Jack in years. With a name like "Jack" Dempsey every clown in the universe wants to know if you're as tough as the famous prize fighter. They want you to prove it too. I was sick of it and started calling myself John. Sometimes Kristina lapsed into calling me Jack again.

"Rick's doing drugs again. I'm leaving him and moving back in with Mom when she comes back from her tour of duty. That's not too long to wait. If you're not in trouble then it shouldn't be a problem for you to wait until then. We can move out together. I just can't stand to be alone with him any longer. Please, Jack!" Kristina started crying and I was trying to comfort her but my arms wouldn't go around her because she was getting big with her baby. I didn't think I should be touching her belly but my sister grabbed my hand and held it there. We stayed that way for a minute until she stopped crying.

"I wish this baby was yours." My pecker twitched. I'd had fantasies about Kris for years. Could she have had fantasies about me?

"I do too."

"Maybe the next one?"

"Are you serious?"

"I'm completely serious. If I wasn't so fat and ugly right now I'd be trying to seduce you to prove it."

"You're not fat and ugly, Kris. You're pregnant and that makes you beautiful." She caressed my pecker through the jeans and it hardened immediately.

"I believe you now."

"Pack up and come with me now, babe. Divorce Rick. I'll support you and the baby."

"But how?"

"Just trust me. Do you trust me?" Kristina nodded her head and started packing. I told her to take only what she could carry. We'd leave separately and she'd wait for me at the nearby McDonald's. I walked over to Cynthia's apartment and she let me in.

"Where next," she asked. Where next? I should have been thinking about where to go next with my sister but the only thing I could think of was fucking Cynthia. I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. She caught on very quickly when I started to undress.

"If you're thinking about what I think you're thinking about I think I should tell you that I'm not on birth control and this is a very bad time of the month for me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes and that means ... you're in great shape."

"Thanks. I try to keep in shape."

"Uh, you wouldn't happen to have a condom, would you?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Why am I not surprised? Will you promise to pull out before you come?"


"For some reason your answer doesn't fill me with confidence." Cynthia was pulling off her own clothes as she said it though. She started blushing as I watched her undress.

"I'm afraid I'm not in as good a shape as you."

"I'm not complaining." Cynthia could stand to lose a little weight but she looked pretty good to me. I wasn't a virgin but I'd been through a long drought. Cynthia was my oasis in the desert.

"Remember your promise," she said as I crawled between her legs.

"What promise is that?"

"Jerk!" the older woman exclaimed and guided me inside her. "Now fuck me and make it good. Oh, there's nothing better than a good hard cock. It feels good."

"I was just thinking the same thing." We just fucked after that. Cynthia didn't even protest when I came inside her. We kissed and cuddled for a bit.

"That was wonderful."

"I thought so too."

"How did you know I'd be so easy?"

"Carol told me."

"Very funny."

"And true."

"Carol told you that? Listen, John. You should take everything Carol says with a grain of salt. I mean ... she was right this time, but she's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer."

"She's probably smarter than me, you and Elizabeth put together. Well, I'm not so sure about Elizabeth, but you and me for certain."

"Carol? That's not possible. I mean her school grades are nothing to brag about and she's so scatter-brained."

"Very smart people quite often have trouble in school because they're bored and unchallenged. Don't take my word for it. Ask Mr. Paine. He didn't agree to see me because he wanted to be kind to a dumb little girl. He actually respects her judgment.

"Sometimes very smart people have a self esteem problem like my sister Kristina. She's as smart as they come but she wound up marrying a loser, getting pregnant by him and working as a waitress at a coffee shop. I'm going to change things. By the way, she's leaving the loser and going with me. About right now, she's leaving the apartment and going to the McDonald's to wait for us."

"I'm so glad you told me this about Carol. I feel bad now that I've been trying to discourage her dreams because I didn't want her to be disappointed when they didn't come true. From now on I won't doubt a thing she says."

"She says Elizabeth is easy too."

"Oh, dear. I didn't want to know that. I was about to forgive you for possibly getting me knocked up but now I don't think I will."

Cynthia called the office and was told there was a reservation for me at an extended stay motel. The unit had two bedrooms and a full kitchen. It wasn't walking distance to school but there was a bus stop in front or I could buy a bicycle. Heck! I could even afford to buy a car.

"How can we afford to stay here," Kristina asked.

"I'll explain it all to you later," I responded. "I want you to call your work and tell them you won't be back. Doctor's orders."

"Yes, sir," my sister responded and saluted. I didn't mean it to sound like a command but I guess I was taking charge. We needed groceries and I needed a cell phone. The car radio was going on the way to the grocery store. The announcer said the 88 million dollar lotto prize had been claimed. That was quick I thought. Cynthia turned off the radio.

"Well, I'm happy for him or her," she said.

"Thank you," I responded.

"Oh. My. God."

I bought cell phones for me and Kristina, a laptop computer and enough groceries to get us by for the next couple of days. Cynthia was acting kind of flustered around me but she eventually calmed down. I asked her if she was still attracted to me after what I told her.

"Of course I'm still attracted to you. What girl wouldn't be? I mean not because I know you're rich. I mean I liked you before I knew that, right? Uh, are you still attracted to me?"

"Yes," I said. "And to Elizabeth and Carol also."


I kissed Cynthia goodbye and took the packages to my room. Kristina was watching television when I walked in. She looked at me and said, "You're fucking rich." It sounded like she heard the news. I wouldn't have to explain anything to her. I put the packages down and took a shower and a nap. When I came out the computer had already been set up, the cell phones were charging and dinner was being cooked up.

"I emailed Mom with the news."

"Did you tell her you left Rick?"

"I sure did."

"She'll be glad to know that." My mom always hated Rick. I really didn't hate Rick myself but I knew he was no good for my sister. I called Mr. Paine and told him my cell phone number. I also asked him for a referral to an attorney that could handle my sister's divorce.

Rick wasn't the type to watch the TV news or read a newspaper and I was kind of hoping he'd be ignorant of my winnings for a while longer. It wasn't to be. Someone that knew me heard my name announced and came to the apartment to congratulate me (and probably to hit me up for a loan). That was Rick's first hint that Kris and I had cleared out. From what I heard later, he screamed and cursed and threatened. That was to be expected.

"Do you have plans for all that money," Kristina asked while we ate dinner.

"Not yet but I'm in no hurry."

"Cynthia is a nice lady. Where did you meet her?"

I explained about meeting Carol and that Cynthia was Carol's mom and worked for the attorney I hired.

"She's got it bad for you. I could tell."

"I kind of like her myself."

"She's way older than you."

"I'm not thinking about marrying her. I may ask her to join my harem." We both laughed.

"Are you taking applications for this harem of yours?"

"Who did you have in mind?"

"There's me, for instance."

"Okay, you're in."

"That was easy. How about Mom?"

"Mom? I dunno. That sounds kind of kinky." I kind of liked the idea but I wouldn't admit that to Kristina. Mom was a little over 40 years old and could be hot looking when she wanted to be.

"It can't be any kinkier than having me in your harem."

"I'd be too afraid to ask her."

"I'll ask her so you won't be embarrassed. I'll just tell her I was teasing her if she gets upset. I have some other girls in mind too."

"I'll pass for now." I was still thinking about Cynthia and her daughters. I wanted to do something for them whether or not I had a future relationship with them. We cleaned up the dishes after that. Kristina took a shower and turned in. I stayed up and browsed the web on my new computer. My last computer broke soon after I moved in with Rick and Kristina and there wasn't any money to get it repaired. I quit browsing when I realized I had to go back to school in the morning. A lot had changed in my life already but a lot of things remained the same. I was in bed ready to turn out the light when Kristina walked in.

"What's up?"

"I'm going to sleep with you. It's part of my harem girl duties." I laughed but I wanted to be serious too.

"You've got a lot of potential, Kristina and—

"I know what you're going to say, little brother. And I know what I've doing to myself the last couple of years or so. Well, I'm here to tell you I've turned over a new leaf. I'm going to make you and Mom proud of me. And Daddy will be proud of me too if he can see me from Heaven."

"That's all I wanted to know, babe."

"What I want to know is if you're going to shut up and fuck me."

"Uh ... is it all right?"

"You won't hurt me or the baby as long as you don't use me as a trampoline, okay?"

"What position is best for you?"

"I dunno. Rick never touched me after I told him I was pregnant." We lay on our sides in a spooning position and I entered her from the rear. I'm fucking my sister I thought. Unbelievable but true. A fantasy fulfilled. Winning the lottery did have its advantages and I hadn't even received the prize yet. I started out slow out of concern for Kristina's condition but I gradually picked up my pace until I was almost pounding my pecker inside her. I didn't hear one word of complaint out of my sister. After I finished though, I saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Kris! I didn't realize I was hurting you."

"You weren't hurting me, sweetie. I'm crying tears of happiness not tears of pain. I now belong to you body and soul whether you realize that or not. That's why I'm so happy. And as far as I'm concerned this baby I'm carrying is now yours. So get used to being a daddy, Daddy." Wow! I was an expectant daddy. We kissed and held hands for a while. The next thing I knew it was morning and I could smell coffee brewing.

I had cold cereal for breakfast and left early so I could catch the bus. Kristina was my legal guardian while Mom was out of the country so she wrote my excuse so I could take it to the attendance office.

"Mom answered my email. She's thrilled for both of us." I'd be thrilled when Mom returned. This was the last tour of duty before her contract was up and I wanted her to stay home and relax. She certainly worked hard enough and now she wouldn't have to.

I was a little nervous coming back to school. I mean I was an unknown at that school since I was a late transfer in my senior year. How would people react if they knew I was the lotto prize winner? Would they even care? Maybe I was just being weird. Fortunately I spotted someone I knew.

"Good morning, Elizabeth."

"Well, good morning, Mr. Multimillionaire. What are you doing hanging out with the peasants?"

"I haven't seen a dime of that money yet so I guess I'm still one of the peasants."

"I hope you're prepared for an onslaught of female flesh trying to snag you for a boyfriend. I've already overheard a few of them scheming in the restroom."

"Oh, that won't be a problem for me. I'll just tell them I already have a girlfriend. She liked me before she knew I won any lotto prize so I'd trust her before anyone else who suddenly wanted to become the love of my life."

"And who is this lucky girl?"

"You are."

"No, thanks. I don't relish being a temporary stand in for the real thing. Besides, I don't think anyone would believe it." Gosh! The girl sure had self-esteem issues not unlike my sister's.

"I don't think of you as a stand in and I don't care what anyone believes or doesn't believe. People would have to believe it if we started dating or if I took you to the prom or something."

"Are you asking me to the prom?" Elizabeth had an incredulous look on her face.

"That's what I'm doing and I'm not taking anyone else if you don't accept." The next thing I knew Elizabeth's arms were wrapped around me and she was kissing me.

"I'll kill you if you're just messing with my mind."

"I'm not." I leaned in for another kiss but she stepped away.

"Let's not push it," Elizabeth said. "We're probably already in trouble for a display of affection while on campus grounds. That's against the rules. If we're called in on it, I'm going to tell them I stumbled and accidentally fell into your arms. You back me up on that story."

"Okay." I thought Elizabeth was exaggerating. I'd seen plenty of kissing on campus and I'd never heard of anyone being called in for it. She handed me a paper.

"I made a copy of my English notes."

"Thanks. I have to get to the attendance office. I'll see you in class."

I got called into the office during third period. I wondered if it was because Elizabeth and I had been caught being affectionate with each other on campus. That had to be the dumbest rule I'd ever heard of. Then I started worrying about my mom. She wasn't in a combat zone but accidents happen. I about shit when I found out a police detective was waiting for me.

He explained that Rick had filed a missing person report on Kristina and made it sound so dire that they decided to investigate right away, something they didn't normally do until a lot more time had passed. I explained to him that my sister was safe and sound and that he could see and talk to her to verify my statement. He appreciated my cooperation and I asked permission to use my cell phone to alert Kristina to his visit. A cell phone could be carried on campus, but it couldn't be used. That done, I squeezed in a call to Tom. That's when he told me Rick had called the lottery commission and told them the winning lotto ticket was his and that I'd stolen it.

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