Porn Got Us
Copyright© 2026 by Bob Banger
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - They discover their uncle's extensive porn collection and then they want to experiment. Set in the 80s, in Egypt
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex Oral Sex Petting
“So, when is it going to be my turn doing what Habiba did with you?” Mariam’s voice came in the dark!
“What did you say?” I couldn’t believe my ears.
“You were having fun with Habiba. I would like to have fun too.” She whispered back.
“Uh, what do you think we were doing?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t know. You have to be clear on what you’re asking for.”
“You and Habiba were doing the things that a man does with a woman, usually his wife.”
“You’re not married, so it’s not so simple.” I replied.
“You were doing things with Habiba before she got married.”
My heart almost stopped beating. Mariam was aware of us. She chose not to tell though.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on Karas! Do you truly believe that you and Habiba were quiet enough every time?”
“You heard us?”
“I’ve been pretending to sleep for two or three months before Habiba got married. I heard everything you guys did. I even peeked at you lying on her in the morning.”
“Oh, fine. Habiba and I did things. Do you know what we did?”
“Not exactly. You guys were always under the sheets. I could hear you but I didn’t actually see anything.”
“What we did may shock you.” I cautioned.
“Maybe, but it sounded like you guys were enjoying whatever it was you were doing. I haven’t done anything with a guy ever, and I’m sure some things would shock me, but I want to have the same fun. I want to feel what made Habiba groan and whimper at night and have a silly grin on her face the next morning.”
“OK, fine,” I finally relented to the warnings. “I’ll give you a chance. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
While I was cautioning Mariam and warning her, on the inside, I was giddy. While having Habiba come back every couple of months and having fun with her was great, having Mariam replace Habiba on a daily basis was greater.
“Can we start now?” Asked Mariam.
“We can, but it would be better that you wait a couple of days and I’ll show you what we were doing so that you can make up your mind before you commit to doing this.”
I wanted to take her to our uncle’s house and show her the original tape that started the whole thing with Habiba. That way, she gets primed for the stuff that virgins aren’t really ready for. I had realized that the stuff that Habiba did with me initially could be a huge turn-off for Mariam if I tried stuffing my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She needed to see it done first so that she would accept it as something that women did for their men.
“Can’t we do anything now?” she said, sounding desperate.
This whole conversation and the prospect of having Mariam too was getting me in the mood for sex. So I didn’t resist much.
“We can play a little, I guess.” I replied, thinking of giving her an orgasm to whet her appetite. “Come join me in bed.”
In the darkness, Mariam’s shadow got up from her bed and came over. I pulled my sheet aside and welcomed her into my bed.
I covered us in my sheet and wrapped her in my arms. She was shaking.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“I’m very nervous. I’ve never done anything like this, and I’m excited, but I’m afraid too.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to hurt you. It’s all good. I know what I’m doing, and it’s nothing bad.”
“Ok, I trust you. I have to trust you. I asked for this.”
“Alright, do you like that I’m hugging you?”
“Yes, it feels good. Makes me feel safe too, even though it’s very hot under the covers.”
“We can’t remove the cover. What if Samia woke up? She would see something she shouldn’t, and she would tell our parents.”
“Ok.”
Meanwhile, I was caressing her back gently, trying to make her feel good.
“You know that Habiba and I were naked when we did this, right?”
“I expected so.”
“We don’t have to be completely naked, but some parts need to be so that we can do something.” I explained.
“Ok.”
I had pulled up my gallabiyah while talking to Mariam before she came over to my bed. So I was ready.
“I’m going to pull up your nightgown to your waist. You need to lift your hip so that it can slide up.” I said as I reached for her hem and pulled it up. Mariam lifted her hip off the bed, and her gown slid up.
I ran my fingers gently from her knee all the way to her hip, up and down, and around the front and back.
“Oh, that feels good.” She whispered.
After doing this for a couple of minutes while kissing her face, I said: “Lie on your back.”
Mariam complied and lay on her back as asked.
I repeated the caresses on the other thigh now that I had access to it. Mariam moaned softly as my fingers travelled the surface of her skin, eliciting goosebumps everywhere.
Once I had caressed her other thigh as much as the first one, I headed up towards her tits. Mariam always had ridiculously large tits. She got them from my dad’s side of the family, as my aunts, his sisters, were all very top-heavy.
I slipped my hand under her gown. I reached the first melon and sought the nipple. As expected, I found it stiff. Mariam was excited, of course. I played with one nipple, then the other.
Luckily, Mariam’s gown had buttons on the front that went almost to her navel. I stopped playing and reached for her buttons, and I undid them all quickly. I spread her gown, releasing her mammaries from their confines. I sure would have preferred to be doing this somewhere else during the day, as I really wanted to see them in all their glory.
Quickly, I latched my lips to her nearest nipple. It was big, way bigger than Habiba’s nipples. It felt very satisfying in my mouth. I tongued and sucked on her nipple as I pinched and twisted the other.
Mariam’s moans were becoming louder.
“Shh ... you need to control your voice. You’re going to wake Samia up.”
Mariam’s solution was to clamp her own hand on her mouth as she seemed unable to control it otherwise.
After giving her tits the attention they deserved, I stopped and reached for the hair at her thighs’ juncture.
The first time that my fingers ventured into Mariam’s dense jungle of pubic hair, she nearly jumped out of the bed.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just nobody had ever touched me there. It was just a reaction that I couldn’t control.”
“Alright, I understand. I’m going to do it again. So be ready.”
I reached for her pussy, but Mariam had them tightly closed. I nudged her thighs apart with my fingers, and she moved them apart reluctantly.
Of course, after my experience with Habiba, I knew not to put my fingers inside of Mariam’s pussy. But I had learned that the lips are sensitive too, and caressing them on the outside was something that Habiba loved before she got married. So I did just that, running my fingers up and down Mariam’s pussy lips, gathering her lubrication, and pushing up to where her clit was. When I thought there was enough lubrication and that I had stroked her lips for long enough, I moved my index finger to her clit.
Gently, I pushed my finger between her big lips and into the groove that hid her button. I found her clit to be hard and slightly larger than Habiba’s. I guess everything on Mariam was larger than Habiba’s, even though she was shorter.
When I made the first circle around Mariam’s clit, I was surprised by her reaction. She pulled her knees up and opened them all the way. She had her knee right on my cock, and she humped up seeking more contact with my finger.
The second circle around her clit, there was a loud moan escaping through her nose.
I don’t think I managed a third circle when Mariam went rigid and then her thighs started shaking so fast they were practically vibrating. Her leg actually felt good on my cock.
Mariam was cuming.
She was a firecracker.
She came and came.
I didn’t have to do anything really. I just hugged her and kept my finger in her groove, and she did the rest. She humped and twitched. I could hear liquid bubbling under her. I thought she had peed herself. Right on my sheets! Fuck.
I pulled my hand away from her pussy and simply hugged her tighter.
In a minute, Mariam stopped twitching and completely relaxed.
I waited a minute, but she hadn’t said anything.
“So, how was it?” I asked finally.
No reply.
“Mariam?” I asked, shaking her a bit.
No reply.
She was sleeping!
She was in the same position with the ridiculously spread thighs, and she seemed to be sleeping.
I shook her a little, nothing.
I decided to investigate what happened between her legs to see if I needed to change sheets or something, so I reached between her legs and felt around. The whole area was soaked with wetness. Luckily, her nightgown was gathered under her ass and had borne the brunt of the flood. My sheets were a bit wet, but not as bad as I feared. No need to change sheets in the night.
I shook her again, and she still slept.
I didn’t know what to do. I can’t be loud. Waking up Samia or bringing our parents to our room to investigate the loud noise was not an option.
I slapped her pussy a few times, and that only resulted in her dropping her knees to the normal position. So finally, I put my hand on her mouth and pinched her nipple in increasing firmness. I was squeezing quite hard by the time she woke up and screamed into my hand.
When she screamed, I let go of her nipple, and when her scream seemed to cease, I removed my hand from her mouth.
“Ouch!” Mariam whispered, putting her hand on her nipple.
“Finally!”
“Finally, what?” She asked.
“Were you sleeping?”
“I think so. I was too relaxed after whatever you did to me. It felt amazing, and I was relaxed more than I’ve ever been. I guess I fell asleep.”
“Well, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last few minutes.”
“Wow! You have?”
“Yeah. I knew we shouldn’t do this tonight, but here we are. You peed on my bed, and you wouldn’t wake up. I was about to get up and carry you to your bed.”
“Peed myself!?”
I felt Mariam move her hand towards her crotch.
“Oh my god! This is so embarrassing. How? Why?”
“It happens. When you feel that pleasure, sometimes it seems, you lose control and you let go. You did, and let go of your pee.”
“Oh my god. I’m all wet. Your bed is wet too. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Sex is messy; sometimes it’s pee, sometimes it’s other stuff. You’ll get used to it.”
“Get used to it? Are you serious?”
“Tell you what, get up and change your gown and go to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Mariam changed and went to sleep. Of course, I had to masturbate to relieve my pressure.
The next evening, when Mariam finished her homework, she was alone in the bedroom. I approached her.
“Mariam, tomorrow I need to go to uncle’s house to check on it. Either find a way to go with me or follow me ten minutes later.”
“Why?”
“Remember what happened last night?”
“Yeah...”
“Well, I’ll show you and explain things to you so that you know what to expect regarding what you asked for.”
“Oh, OK.”
When I got the keys to go to Uncle’s house, Mariam was there next to me.
“What did you tell dad?”
“I didn’t tell him anything. I’ll just go with you. I don’t think dad is keeping track of who’s going to uncle’s house anymore. You’re my brother, you go with me places anyway, so me going with you isn’t going to raise any suspicions.”
“I hope you’re right.”
At Uncle’s house, we started with doing the checks and the little chores, and I showed Mariam everything we did.
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” asked Mariam, puzzled.
“No, silly. This is what Uncle needs us to do a couple of times a week so that the house stays functioning well. What I want to show you is something that Uncle keeps secret that Habiba and I discovered by chance.” I said, walking to the bedroom with Mariam in tow.
In the bedroom, I grabbed the remote and said, “Watch this!” And clicked the button to open the cabinet doors.
“Wow!” Exclaimed Mariam as the huge tape library was revealed. “So many tapes. So many movies. Wow! I never knew they had this much.”
“It gets better.”
“How does it get better?”
“Well, there are some tapes that contain a special kind of movies.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s easier to just show you.” I said, reaching up to the top shelf and grabbing the original tape that started me and Habiba on the path of what I now know as incest.
“This may be shocking to you, so be ready.” I continued as I pressed the fast-forward button. Since I really, really loved the blow jobs that Habiba performed, I wanted to introduce Mariam to that activity first to prime her into accepting this as the normal thing that people who aren’t married do regularly. Once the tape reached the 11-minute mark, I pressed play.
“Has mom told you things about sex?” I asked.
“Well, not much. She only told me to keep my guard up and not let any man touch me before I got married and that only my husband can touch me or see me naked. Nothing else. Habiba told me some things when she came back from her honeymoon. But she only described what she did with her husband and that it hurt the first night.” Mariam replied.