Chapter 1

It was a Thursday night, around 6 p.m. in any random week, and as usual I was sitting behind my PC surfing all kinds of smutty porn sites. I had made my usual rounds of the sites I had book marked, including a number of erotic story sites, and had enjoyed yet another hot incest story involving mother and son, and including some nasty sex like foot fetish and ass rimming, which were some of my favorite topics where stories are concerned. It was this story I had opened in a window in my task bar, like a couple of stories I had written myself. "Mother's night" and "Relative relief" were two of them. Also a story I was in the process of writing called "Without boundaries". These stories were all about incest and had some pretty nasty content.

I was planning on going to the mall to buy myself a new pack of burnable CD-ROMs, and was going to continue with the stories when I would come back. I'd even come up with a new idea that I wanted to work out as fast as possible, and write down a couple of highlights, as I always do, to make sure I catch the essence of them before they fade from my mind. So I went downstairs and saw my oldest sister Sylvia, who is 9 years older than me, sitting on the sofa. She had come to visit my mother without her husband, whom had to work late. I said hello and sped out the door to the mall.

After about an hour I'd returned, and after pouring myself a cup of coffee I went upstairs. I sat down in my chair and started to think about which title to give to my newly concocted story, when I was suddenly distracted by something on the screen, without really seeing what it was. Something was different. I looked at the icons on my screen, the windows in my taskbar, and suddenly noticed my e-mail program was opened. I knew for sure I hadn't checked my mail before I left. I maximized the window, and saw no new incoming mail, just empty boxes and the usual newsgroups on the left of the screen, one of which was a newsgroup with incest stories.

Then lightning struck! If I hadn't opened the program, somebody else must have. And if somebody has, I could only one of two persons, tan that person would have to have noticed the programs, stories, and newsgroups I amused myself with as well. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, and the blood rise to my head. Various thoughts went through my head, like what the consequences would be of the discovery, or what would be said against me.

But strangely enough I was getting calmer already. For some reason I figured: what's done is done. I can't help it now. Maybe it all ends in a whimper; better yet: how dare anyone invade my privacy by looking around on my own PC?

I had regained my calm soon enough proceeded with my first intensions. I opened the window of the story "Mother's night", and noticed the sliding bar on the right side had been moved; obviously someone had been scrolling through this story. Mmmm, so this was the story this person had been reading. The part of the story that was on screen was the part where mother confessed to her son her fantasies about having sex with all three of her children at once on one bed.

I started fantasizing about who was in my room and what she thought of the story. Did she run from my room in disgust? Or, after the initial shock, did she secretly get aroused?

Considering the fact this was MY fantasy, of course it was the second. In my fantasy I saw my sister Sylvia; tentatively, shockingly, yet intrigued, read the story I'd made using MS Word. I saw her taking a seat in my leather chair, breathing fast. And I saw her use her right hand to control the mouse to read the story further, while her left hand disappeared between her legs. Meanwhile I had fished my cock from my pants, and my mind was cooking up the elements for a new story, based on my current fantasy. Soon I was pounding my cock, thinking about my sister, rubbing her crotch as she tremendously enjoyed reading the nasty, perverted incest story on my monitor.

Suddenly I heard my mother yell from beneath the stairs: "Tony, I'm going to the mall for a little while, I'll be back in about an hour or so!"

Thank God! Now that my mother had announced her temporary departure (and of course my sister would go with her) I could concentrate on my current predicament.

As soon as I heard the front door close, I got up from my chair, stepped out of my pants and threw it into the corner of my room; the same with my underpants. With completely naked lower body I sat back down in my chair, and started jerking off as I continued fantasizing.

In between I typed a few nasty chapters for my story. This went on for at least 10 minutes.

But suddenly I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye, and shocked I looked around. To my astonishment, and embarrassment, Sylvia, my sister, was peeking through the door as it was not completely closed; also I noticed the hand in her unzipped jeans.

When Sylvia found out I had discovered her presence, she zipped into my room immediately, and closed the door behind her. I noticed a glazed, lust-filled look in her eyes, directed at my right hand, still firmly wrapped around my cock. I finally noticed this, but what was there to do? I was simply dumbfounded, for the second time in the last 30 minutes.

So without taking my hand of my rod, I kept staring at my sister as if I was hypnotized, and saw how she suddenly zipped the fly of her jeans completely open, and shoved her pants completely down, exposing her semi-nude lower body. Her white, lace panties were pulled tightly into her crotch, and around her relatively wide ass, and dark brown pubic hair was sticking out at the sides of her panties, at the leg holes. I also noticed she wore light brown nylon stockings. A wave of pure, unbridled lust shook my body. It was like a dream, it was all so surreal.

I could easily see the shape and size of her pubic lips, as the dripping-wet panties were sticking to them like a second skin.

Sylvia stepped out of her pants and kicked them to where mine were. She then proceeded to rub her crotch with fingers of both hands. The rustling of her hands against the material was audible along with her breath and I got increasingly horny.

"Sylvia, I...", I mumbled. But before I could finish she said: "Ssshhh. I told mom that I'd wait for Ron because I told him I'd be here, so I couldn't go with her to the mall. But Ron's not actually coming here, he's going straight home. So we have time until mom gets home".

Her fingers were, by now, moving inside of her panties and I could see them go up and down across her crotch. With squinted eyes she looked into my eyes as her other hand went behind her back and slid inside her panties, so now a hand was rubbing at her crotch, and another between the dimpled cheeks of her ass. I was watching both hands go up and down fast and furious, until they both came from her panties and my sister reached out her hands and held them in front of my face, then asked: "Which ones do you want first? The fingers from my cunt, or the fingers from my ass?"

I heard the words, that were like jackhammers to my consciousness. She just really asked me if I wanted to taste her fingers, and I got to choose between the fingers that had been sliding against her slit, and the fingers that were rubbing at the crack of her ass.

The fingers were right in front of my nose and I could clearly catch the odor of wet pussy. But even clearer was the scent of sweaty ass on her other fingers. And with eyes closed I decided to lick at the fingers coming from between her butt cheeks. I licked, and then sucked them into my mouth, and immensely enjoyed the pure taste of Sylvia's steamy asscrack.

"I knew it, you horny dog. I've read your story. Mother's night. So you like nasty, kinky stuff, huh? Just like me. I just knew you'd wanna taste my ass, and like that guy in your story, later you even get to suck on my toes, little brother. With nylons and without.

My cock almost burst of excitement. Her nasty words sounded like music to my ears. I had never heard my sister talk like that and it was driving me crazy.

"Do you mind if I enjoyed some of it myself", my sister asked me rhetorically, as she proceeded to slip her free hand down the back into her panties started slipping two fingers into her tight butt. I could here the slapping sounds of the palm of her hand against her butt cheeks, and while I tasted her fingers, saw how she removed her hand from her panties, and slipped her shiny fingers into her own mouth., to suck the sweat and anal juices off.

I couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed my sister by the hips, and pulled her toward me. I pulled her on top of me, and closed my mouth over hers. I forcefully pressed my tongue between her lips, and immediately she opened them and circled her tongue against and around mine. Moaning and breathing hard, we frenched like mad. I tasted her saliva and she tasted mine. Our mixed drool dripped from the corners of our mouths. I held my mouth a bit above hers and let a thick drop of spit slowly descend from my tongue, and Sylvia eagerly held out her tongue to catch the drool strand. We continued tonguing each other's wet mouths while my hand slipped along her hips, around to her buttocks. After kneading her bubbly cheeks, my middle finger slipped through the crack of her ass, and even though the lace of her panties was still between her crack and my finger, I easily felt the incredible heat coming from it. I pressed my finger deeper in between and firmly rubbed at her crack.

"Yeah, rub your finger at my hole. Harder!" she whispered huskily.

This way I massaged between the cheeks of my sister's ass as we continued drinking each other's spit. I removed my finger from her sweaty crack and held it under my nose, after which I smelled the most intoxicating, delicious odor of ass.