Chapter 2: Anything for my Sister

My phone rang in the middle of the night, and I groggily answered. “Hullo?”

“Is this Kurt Joelsen?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I’m police sergeant Bill Thomas. I’m sorry to give you some bad news. There was a car accident, and your sister Karen is on the way to the hospital.”

“How bad is it? What about my other sisters, Kim and Kelly?”

“Karen was the only one in the car, and I think her arms are broken. She’s lucky it wasn’t a lot worse. You should come talk to her at the hospital. The address is...”

At the hospital, Karen told Mom and I the twins were staying with great-aunt Hildy. I felt sorry for them. Hildy had been a high school principal for thirty years and wouldn’t take any crap from anybody. At least the two of them were safe.

Karen had broken both of her wrists, but the doctor said she should be fine once they healed in two months. When it was nearly time to go home, Karen bashfully explained her situation.

“With casts on both arms, I need somebody to take care of me. I can hold a fork or spoon and eat, but I’ll need help getting dressed, bathing, even going to the bathroom.”

Mom looked annoyed, like she didn’t want extra chores. I told Karen about the movie I found, where her and Mom had lesbian sex and let Grandpa have anal sex with them for money. Karen looked extremely embarrassed. I said, “If you’ll share our bed and never run away again, I’ll be happy to do whatever you need. Anything for my sister.”

When we got home, she wanted to smoke, but couldn’t work the lighter with her casts.

“I’ll help you smoke, if you do it sitting in my lap?”

“Well ... okay.”

She sat on me, encouraging a growth in my shorts. I lit her cigarette and watched her suck on it while I fondled her breasts. Mom’s were larger, but Karen’s were still very nice. I had a raging hard-on by the time she put the cigarette out. When she stood up, I slid my pants and boxers down, saying; “Have another one.” I slid her panties to the side and guided her pussy onto my stiff rod. Mom was walking past and froze, staring at us.

“Come sit with us, Mom. Give her a light, and watch your babies fuck each other.”

I held Karen’s hips, helping her bounce up and down, as Mom sat next to us and smoked too. Watching them suck their cigarettes, the wet warm pressure on my cock, and seeing Mom’s tremendous cleavage got me off before they finished smoking. I had Karen sit beside me and pulled my shorts and pants up. Karen started masturbating with just the tip of one finger, trying to finish herself, as I noticed Mom was crying a little. “Help her finish, Mom.”

Mom reluctantly played with Karen’s clit, making her cum. I saw the speed of Mom’s tears increase, and she began to sob.

I asked; “What’s wrong, Mom?”

“I did this! You two are 26 and 27! You should have a husband and wife, and kids of your own, by now! I made you into this! I’m so sorry!”

I said, “But we’re happy, Mom. At least I’m very happy.”

“You two doing incest is disgusting and creepy!”

“And fucking your son five times a day for years isn’t?”

“That’s different! You blackmailed me! I didn’t have a choice!”

“Karen doesn’t have a choice either. It’s exactly the same. Since neither of you has a choice, I think I’m going to buttfuck both of you while you get each other off with your mouths.” I grinned from ear to ear.

Mom angrily said, “I need a drink!” She stormed out and went to my late father’s study, where he had kept his collection of fine whiskeys. We let Mom sulk, listening to sad country songs, and getting wasted on some expensive Burbon. Only an hour later, I saw her sleeping on the loveseat in the study. I hated sad music and turned it off.

I helped Karen with her needs all day, including five more cigarettes and a couple of fun moments on the toilet. I loved to watch her pee. At bedtime, I undressed Karen and laid next to her on the bed nude. “Sis, Mom does anything I want, because of the video you two made with Grandpa. We’re going to watch them all, so I can see the rest of what YOU did.”

“But Kurt, I’ll do what you want already! Please don’t make me watch them! I need help with everything! It’s not like I can dress myself and run away in the middle of the night!”

I started to put a DVD in the player, “Karen’s Kunt Kissers”.

She cried as she said, “I’ll do whatever you want, anything, just don’t make me watch! Please?”

“What’s on it?”

“When ... when I turned 19, Mom got a bunch of money for making me screw some of Grandpa’s friends. It’s horrible! Please?”

“It’s ok, sis, it’s ok.” I wiped her eyes with tissues and hugged her.

When she calmed down she continued. “While I was away this time, I married a jerk, Tim. He would hardly ever pay for anything. If I complained, he slapped or hit me! I was working two jobs and it was barely enough. I couldn’t even afford a babysitter, so I had to get Hildy to watch the girls last night. I was going to celebrate my divorce being final, then do another movie.”

Tears came to her eyes again. “I really wish I had a guy I could trust to be nice to me, and really take care of me! I’ve always wanted that, but never found a decent guy.”

She paused a long time, and I saw she was considering if she should ask me something or not.

“You’re safe now, sis. What’s on your mind?”

“It’s wrong, but I don’t care! My last name is ‘Carter’ now, instead of ‘Joelsen’. If we go to another state, we can probably get married. Then I can be sure you’ll stay with me and support me. You’re the only one who’s ever been good to me for long. If I do whatever sex you want, will you love me forever, and marry me?”

I had a huge smile, as I said; “Of course, I’ll marry you! Anything for my sister!”

She smiled. “I can’t wait to see the look on Mom’s face when we tell her!”

We laughed a lot, and I gave her a wet kiss and a hug.

“Kurt, could you have Mom do something tonight? I want to sit in your lap with you in me and have her lick us. Could we do that?”

“Anything for my sister!”

Karen and I had a great night. Mom hated doing it, with her recent discovery of morality, but we didn’t really care. I had Mom lay on her belly and lick Karen as I buttfucked her until we both came twice, then had Mom finger her and blow me as Karen and I kissed.

Predictably, Mom was extremely upset when we told her about our upcoming wedding. She cried and drank heavily for three days. When I told her that she was going to give me custody of Kimmy and Kelly and be one of our witnesses at the wedding, she flatly refused. “NO! There’s no way I’ll help you do this! Never! I won’t help you wreck your lives even more! Give the videos to the cops, I don’t care! I’m not going to help my kids marry each other!”

I figured out a way to get her to agree. I asked her, “Will you do it for your freedom and some money? I’ll give you all the videos you made, and fifty thousand. All you have to do is sign over custody of the twins to me and pretend to be happy at our wedding.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that her response was “Fifty grand? A personal check, or a bank check? Or cash?” Her eyes seemed to light up when she mentioned cash. It was obviously the most important part to her.

“Whatever you want. Once we’re married, and the twins are mine so we can take care of them.”

Mom hated Karen and I having sex, so she pretended to be very horny. Every day, I’d get a couple of blowjobs from her, and she would ask me to fuck her at least three times a day. She asked Karen if she could finger or lick her several times a day too.

I loved to watch the two of them share a cigarette, as Mom slid a double-dildo in and out of both their pussies at the same time. I recorded them doing it, and for several years it was my favorite masturbation material, the few times I didn’t have a willing partner available. Another video I made and enjoyed watching, was the two of them licking my cock as they smoked.

I picked up the twins and gave Hildy a pie and some cash for watching them. Being Hildy, she gave me a ten-minute lecture about the pie having sugar, and why sugar is bad for people.

I bought a larger house a few hundred miles away in another state. We moved at the end of the school year, a month after Karen got her casts off. It had six bedrooms instead of three, and a pool and hot tub in the back yard. Kimmy and Kelly were happy to have their own rooms but hung out together most of the time anyway. It seemed they spent half the summer in the pool.

It was no surprise when Mom disappeared the day after our wedding. If it hadn’t been a total loss after the crash, she probably would have stolen back the rusty heap of a car Karen had stolen from her three years before. Mom could barely drive a stick but had still stolen my pickup truck. I planned to replace it soon anyway. Knowing Mom as well as I did, I left the key on the dash for her, so she wouldn’t ransack the house searching for it.

The twins had a little difficulty adjusting to their lives as my new kids. They weren’t used to having three regular meals a day and were often in the middle of making something when Karen or I went to the kitchen to start dinner.

They thought it was odd that a brother and sister would share a bedroom when there were more available, but let the strangeness of it go, since they were so happy.

One morning Kimmy confused me by asking what they should tell their friends about our family. After thinking a moment, I said they should tell people I was their big brother, who adopted them, and Karen was my wife. They shouldn’t say anything about them being related to Karen, or her and I being brother and sister. The now eleven-year-old ‘twins’ thought it was very weird Karen and I got married, but knew it was important that they keep our secret. They were mainly happy to have two parents who loved them and provided for them well.

Since we had plenty of money, Karen and I both decided to be stay-at-home parents. Instead of jobs or hobbies, we spent our time loving each other as much as possible, whenever Kim and Kelly were asleep or in school.

Other than the chilly days of winter, my wife-sister wore swimsuits most of the time to give me plenty of eye candy and keep my attention firmly fixed on her body.

Karen was a great partner. Even when she was on her period or sick, she would help me take care of my sexual needs. If she wasn’t in the mood to fuck, usually she would give me a blowjob. The few times when she was feeling really bad, she would at least watch me jerk off and ‘play catch’ with her mouth when I came.

I thought I was the happiest man alive, and nothing could be better. At Halloween, Karen proved me wrong.

She convinced me to get a costume with her and go to the annual Willowbrook Halloween party. I dressed as a pirate, and Karen went as a buxom pirate wench.

The Willowbrook party was famous, and infamous. A billionaire couple, the Willowbrooks, had over two hundred guests at their mansion. The couple stood at the top of the grand staircase. Thirty-year-old Mrs. Willowbrook, dressed as a panty-free nun in a very short black dress, tapped a glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. I was shocked. I’d never seen a sexy nun before. I didn’t think it was even possible.

Fifty-year-old Mr. Willowbrook, dressed as a Roman Emperor in a toga, gave a short speech. “Friends, Romans, Countrymen! Every Halloween we have a costume party. It’s important to make sure everybody knows the rules. Privacy and confidentiality are paramount. Nobody says anything about what they do or see here tonight. Condoms are also important. There are plenty all over the house, use them. Fun is most important of all. Do anything you want, with anybody who’s willing! Let the orgy begin!” He strummed a lyre badly, and the make-outs began.

I decided to let Karen have some fun. I told her she could do whatever she wanted if I could watch. I had sex with a ‘naughty maid’ and played with her boobs, as Karen fucked a ‘fireman’, a ‘cop’, and then a pants-free ‘Sherlock Holmes’. Later an ‘angel’ asked me to do her ass, in front of her ‘devil’ boyfriend, as Karen double-teamed ‘Zoro’ and ‘Superman’.

I saw the Willowbrooks had changed costumes and were now ‘Tarzan and Jane’. I was surprised Mr. Willowbrook could make a convincing Tarzan at his age, but he was really in shape. He threw Karen over his shoulder, carried her to the top of the stairs, then leaned her over the railing and screwed her silly in front of the crowd. I fucked ‘Marie Antoinette’ from behind as we watched.