Chapter 4

I've never thought of myself as the kind of guy who could act violently towards, or ever strike a woman. But then again, I doubt if that qualifies me for any social awards. As I've never demonstrated any respect for the weaker sex, and as I use every girl I come across for my own guilty pleasure.

Including my girlfriend Jennifer, with whom I've done just about everything imaginable. The most recent addition being our introduction to bestiality, as I watched my dog rape her, and treat her like the bitch she is. Which is a vice I'm sure we're going to continue in the future, if Jennifer has her way, and whether I like it or not.

Not that I mind sharing Jennifer, or watching her receive pleasure from something else. As long as I get my fair share of her pussy and ass. Which I might not today, on day five of my forced confinement. But Mom always visits with a friend on Sunday, so I know there's a faint glimmer of hope that I can sneak Jennifer over. As well as my best friend Paul. Who I wouldn't mind seeing first, and before the action really gets started. So I can ask for his views on a few things, and because I want to enlist his sleuthing abilities to help solve a little mystery.

And I still owe Paul for that time we teamed up on his older cousin. Who I believe he still sees from time to time, and so I know I can trust him with what's rattling around in my brain. And in return, maybe I can set him up for an evening with Roxy.

Or maybe even Jennifer, if I can convince her to allow Paul and I to team up on her. Which I'm sure won't take that much convincing, and in fact, should be right up her alley. Unless she now prefers having sex with dogs over men, and other women.

Of course I still have to deal with my two sisters being around the house today. Both of whom I'd like to strangle, as they sexually frustrate me to no end. What I almost think they enjoy, and even get off on, as the both of them seem to be on a mission to see me explode.

Either separately, and by coincidence, or perhaps they're in on it together. But if it continues, and if I can't find relief anywhere else, then I can see myself raping one of them before the end of the day. What will be my first real act of violence towards a woman, and what could get me some serious jail time.

Which to be rid of Anna, might actually be worth it. Not that I could truly allow myself to go that far, or so I keep telling myself. But all this built up frustration is going to have to come out somehow, and on somebody. And god help whoever is near me when it does.

But if I can't get either of my sisters out of the house, then maybe I can blackmail, or bribe each of them into promising not to tell Mom. Just as Karen willingly promised last night, when she smartly figured out that I just had a girl in my bed.

Which didn't keep her from climbing in, and sleeping with me for the night. And maybe the answer I'm looking for is to just give them something they want. Which may or may not work, but it's the best plan I have for now.

Of course it's not quite the plan I need to get Anna to sleep with me, as I promised Jennifer. But that will have to wait until later. After Anna and I have a little heart to heart over everything she's been doing lately, and to both Karen and me. And something tells me that I may not even need a plan. That Anna and Karen have their own secret agendas, and which might just coincide with mine.

Which could be just wishful thinking on my part. But at the very least, I expect that some of my questions will be answered today, and maybe I'll be able to sort out some of what's been going on around here lately.

But for now, all I can do is surf the Internet for porn, and while I wait for my Mom to make her prescheduled exit. Which can't happen soon enough for me, as I sit alone at my computer desk, and while I scan through various pictures of naked girls.

Some as young as twelve and thirteen, and some older than forty, as age just doesn't matter to me. In fact it's hard to find anything that turns me off. As I like looking at pics that show guys on girls, in threesomes, foursomes and orgies. As well as Lesbians, both young and old, and mixed.

Pics that run the gambit from young teens, and all the way to sexy milfs in their forties and fifties. All of which excites me, including my most recent interest, and what Jennifer helped me experience for real yesterday. But before I can go much farther, the sanctity of my room is violated once again. Though this time it's my Mom who walks up behind me, and just as I'm typing the word BEAST into the search engine.

"Are you studying for school, Jake, honey? And what's that you're looking up?"

"Oh, ah, that's a typo. I meant to put in best. As in, best places to grow agriculture in the American south-west."

Mom seems uncertain, as she looks down at the monitor for some time, and even after I alter the search parameters. But there's no way that she can know what I was really doing. Or what I'm planning to do, after she hurries up and leaves for the afternoon.

"Can I help you with something, Mom?"

"I'm not sure, honey. Did you see much of Bruno yesterday?"

"No, Mom. I think he spent most of the day in your room."

Mom looks like she's trying to solve a mystery of her own, and I wonder what Bruno did yesterday after he pulled out of my girlfriend's hot pussy, and took off at a full speed run. Where I believe he went into Mom's room, and under her bed. But I just hope that Mom wasn't able to smell Jennifer's cunt cream on Bruno's cock, and fur. Which may have even been transferred onto her carpet, or bed sheets.

"Why, what's up, Mom?"

"Oh, nothing, I guess. Bruno just seems rather restless today."

"Well that's different. Cause usually all he wants to do is lay around all day."

It sounds to me like Bruno is horny for my sexy girlfriend. Not that I can blame him, and I'm sure he'll get to see her again real soon. As long as I can set this afternoon's plans into motion, and hopefully without any unforeseen elements to stop me.

Such as my Mom, who looks quite sexy in one of her loose fitting Summer dresses. Very colorful, and with a plunging neckline that exposes a decent amount of cleavage. As if she is dressed for a hot date, and not just going to a friend's house. But either way, she no longer appears to be in a big hurry, as she picks up a pencil from my computer desk, and absently twirls it between her fingers.

"I guess you were a little bored being home yesterday, and all by yourself."

"Yeah, well, I guess I deserved it, Mom. I shouldn't have been doing what I was doing in my room."

"It was the shock of seeing you with a girl that made me snap like that. I understand that you're of that age, and that you're going to be going out with girls. And I don't know, maybe I overreacted."

"Well, does that mean I'm not grounded anymore?"

"No, certainly not. But since you did behave yesterday, I guess you can have Paul over for awhile today. But that's it."

Mom suddenly drops the pencil on the floor, and as she bends down to retrieve it, my eyes naturally carry to the plunging neckline of her dress. Which opens far enough to show me that she isn't wearing a bra beneath it, and so enables me to see both her breasts.

Right to her nipples, which extend out from her perfect shaped orbs, and like two dark colored missiles. An apparent trait on the entire female side of my family, as started by Mom, and inherited by both my sisters. And just knowing there is so many nice looking tits in the house is enough to give me an erection.

Not to mention my Mom is almost in a perfect position to give me a blowjob. With one hand on my upper thigh, as she reaches between my knees for the fallen pencil, and without a thought to how close she is to my growing cock.

"Can I give you a hand there, Mom?"

"No, I got it. But speaking of giving a hand, Jake, your sister Karen did really well at her game yesterday evening, and she's paying for it today. Her back is really, really sore, so don't expect too much out of her. And help her out around the house wherever possible. Please, honey, can you do that for me?"

"Okay, Mom, I'll help her if I can."

Mom kisses me on the forehead as she rises back up. Though I would have preferred one on the mouth, and with lots of added tongue. An image that leaves me especially horny, as I watch the backside of her dress as she turns to leave, and as I imagine how her pussy must look underneath. What shouldn't be all that bad for a woman of thirty-eight.

And she probably has a few tricks up her sleeves. Experience and beauty, a lethal combination. Though I certainly don't think of my Mom as a slut. But she has been without sex for quite some time, which could make her quite horny, and open to just about anything. Such as her own son's cock.

Though I'll have to ponder more on that later, as I pick up the phone and dial Paul's number, and while I change my search parameters once more. Though this time I put in the word Incest, as I want to see just how many possible links there are out there.

"Hey, Jake, buddy, so what's goin on? I haven't heard from you since Friday."

"Hey, Paul. Thirty-seven thousand."

"Okay. What's that mean?"

"Did you know that there are thirty-seven thousand web pages relating to Incest?"

"Yeah, it's a busy topic. And it's even sweeter when you do it. But, what's your sudden interest?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Just tell me, you know you can trust me. Or are you afraid your phone is wire tapped?"

"No. But it can wait till you get here."

"Oh come on, are you finally screwing Anna and Karen? Cause if I was their brother, I would have done it long ago."

"I'm not saying a thing until you get here, Paul. And can you bring your dad's crime scene kit with you?"

"Sure, I guess. But there's nothing in it that we can get high on."

"Doesn't matter, just bring it. And I'll explain everything when you get here."

Paul hangs up on me without another word said, and without saying goodbye. And I can just picture my friend cursing me out in his room. But I know he isn't mad, and that I've actually peaked his interest.

Of course a nude pic of Miley Cyrus, or Hannah Montana is enough to peak Paul's interest. Or girls even younger, as he's a borderline pedophile. But the topic of Incest should bring him straight over, as he only lives a few short blocks away.

Paul has been with quite a few girls besides his cousin. In fact, it's safe to say that the two of us have been with almost every girl at school. One right after another, and as if we are two plant workers responsible for greasing teen age pussies on an assembly line. But as best friends, it's never been a competition between us.

In fact, we occasionally double up on a girl. If she's willing, and will take the both of us. But even when going alone, we always share as much info about each particular girl as we can. Likes and dislikes. Whether she's a screamer, likes it rough, or is into Anal. Paul and I share it all.

Like when Paul allowed me that time with his cousin, and afterwards, I shared the knowledge that Jennifer use to sleep with her father. What amounted to a betrayal of confidence with my girlfriend, and just like my affairs.

Which I keep as closely guarded secrets from Jennifer, but I always share with Paul. Who I trust completely, and who I believe I hear coming up the stairs, as his steps are a little more heavier than those offered by each of my much smaller sisters.

"Hey, Paul, what's up?"

"I don't know, Jake, you tell me. I saw your mom's car pull away, so I assume we're free to talk now. And I brought this over, as you requested."

Paul puts down the briefcase that holds his dad's crime scene kit, and while I move to close the door, he makes a bee line for my computer. As he always does when he first comes over, as he doesn't have one of his own, or access to the wonders made possible through the Internet.

"You didn't happen to see either of my sisters?"

"Nope."

"Okay, but we should talk quietly, cause I'm sure they're around somewhere."

"That's fine with me, do you think they'll join us for a foursome?"

"No, I don't think either of them are ready for that, yet."

"Well, then will you please tell me what's going on, and what's got you so excited?"

"You first. Are you still seeing your cousin? And what is she, around twenty-two? Cause all I remember is that she's older than us."

"Yeah, twenty-three, and I see Candy every now and then."

"Candy?"

"That's her stage name now. Candy's going to university up at Brampton, and she works at a strip club near there to help pay for it."

"Nice. Is there good money in those sort of places?"

"Oh, yeah, especially if you have the body for it. And I'm sure you remember how hot my cousin is."

I certainly do. Tall girl with legs, nice tits, and an ass that won't quit. An ass that I plugged with my cock, and then filled with my jism. While she rode Paul for all he was worth, and until he creamed her pussy with his spunk.

"Do you think she gives lap dances?"

"I know she does, cause who do you think she practiced on?"

"Her younger cousin, I'm guessing."

"Damn straight. So why the sudden interest in my cousin, Jake?"

"Both my sisters have been acting really strange the last couple of days."

Paul hadn't looked at me since he sat down at my computer, and where he scanned through my list of sexually taboo references. But his attention comes up to me now, as I offer a closer, and possibly more real story of Incest.

"Strange, as in, getting their periods and wanting to kill you? Or strange, as in, horny and wanting to fuck you?"

"The latter, I think. But I really don't know, and I'm hoping your luck with your cousin might gain me some insight."

"And so you can finally fuck them?"

"Well, yeah, that's where I'm going with this."

Paul grins from ear to ear after hearing my confessed sin. Though he still turns back to his pics of cum covered girls, and with captions that claim true vids of Incest. One of which we take the time to download and watch, and while I relay to him how far I got with each of my own sisters.

"Look at how much cock she can swallow."

"Cool, huh?"

"So let me see if I got this straight, Jake. You only got to kiss both of your sisters, and feel up their breasts a little bit?"

"Yeah, so far."

"And the result, so far, is Anna had to run to the washroom and get sick, and while Karen basically told you she was a Lesbian? Is this what you're telling me?"

Paul is clearly disappointed with my progress. But it seemed so much better in my head, and I believed it was a possible start to something good. But hearing it from Paul's perspective makes it seem less likely that anything more will ever happen, and that maybe I was wrong about the events that happened so far.

"Jake, all brothers get to feel up their sister's tits at least once. Girls are show offs, and as they start to develop, they naturally need to show them off to someone. Just like my cousin did with me."

"And how old was she at the time?"

"Around twelve or thirteen."

"Well, both my sisters started growing breasts when they were ten. And I don't remember them asking me to look at, or touch them back then. It just suddenly happened yesterday and today, and one of my sisters is fifteen years old, and while the other is seventeen."

"Okay, so they developed early, but they're a little late to show you. But that's okay, cause better late than never. And just so you know, it isn't unusual for brothers and sisters to go as far as oral together."

"Yeah, that's what Jennifer was saying."

"And it's true. That's how girls learn to give head, and by practicing on whoever is available. Like with their big brothers, or with a cousin. Cause the last thing a girl wants is to go out on her first big date, and then choke trying to swallow her boyfriend's load."

Makes sense in a way, cause every girl I've ever known just seemed to know how to suck cock, and how to swallow. As if they were born with the talent. But as far as I can remember, neither of my sisters ever came to me for that particular lesson. Which makes me wonder where I was all this time, and if I had to journey outside to find sex, when I could have been getting it at home.

"So what's the big mystery that I needed to bring over my dad's detective kit?"

"There's something wrong with one of the rockets on my dresser over there, but I'll be damned if I can figure out which one."

Paul stands up, though rather reluctantly, as he is more interested in looking at the pics on the monitor. The present series showing too extremely young girls, as they learn to kiss, and touch each other's just sprouting breasts. But Paul is able to pry himself away, as he stands, and begins a close inspection of the plastic rockets in my collection.

"I don't see anything, Jake."

"Yeah, and neither do I. But my gut is telling me that something is different with one of them."

I can see that Paul is quickly becoming bored with this, as he has to hold onto the dresser with both hands, and as he shifts restlessly back and forth on his feet. But his attention is suddenly drawn to something, as his eyes brighten up, and as he points to the largest rocket in my collection.

"Somebody moved this one recently."

"The Atlas? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, for sure. You can tell because the others all have dust on them."

The clue to one mystery stands so obvious now, that I can't understand how I didn't see it before. But I never was very good with observation, unless it involved an underage girl, and a very short mini skirt.

"Can you tell who was touching it?"

"I could dust it for fingerprints. And then if I find any, we can try and match it to someone in your house."

Paul actually looks excited now, as he opens up, and roots through his dad's crime scene kit. Where he comes up with a small bottle of fine black powder, and a brush similar to what girls use to apply makeup. Which he uses to apply a thin amount of the powder over the outer casing of my model rocket, and until the entire thing looks dusty black.

"Nothing, not a single print."

"Well, what does that mean?"

"I'd say someone rubbed it down really good after they were finished with it, so not to leave any evidence."

"Then, I guess we're finished too."

"No, not necessarily, cause I have one more thing I can try."

Paul goes back to his dad's kit, and begins to dig through it some more. Though this time he comes up with a spray bottle, a pair of yellow shaded glasses, and a funny looking flash light. Where he soaks the Atlas with whatever is inside the bottle, and then directs me to shut off the light in my room.

"Holy shit, and so who did you murder, Jake?"

"What are you talking about?"

"There's blood all over this. Somebody tried to wash it, but they didn't do a very good job, and the Luminal and light show traces of it everywhere."

Paul hands me the glasses, and so I can take a look at what he is seeing. Which is a glowing concentration of light over the tip of the model rocket, and extending down halfway along the shaft. Where it thins out, and where you can definitely make out the impression of someone's hand.

"I thought you said you couldn't find any fingerprints?"

"There aren't any. What you're seeing is where someone had their hand at the time of the murder. It was definitely wiped clean afterwards."

"But it's too blunt to stab someone, so I don't understand how the Atlas could have gotten blood on it."

"Well that's a mystery that you're going to have to solve on your own, Jake. Cause I've got to get my dad's kit back in his squad car before he wakes up."

So far my day isn't going quite as planned, and I'm starting to get overly anxious. Which is nothing a blowjob, or twenty minutes with Jennifer and Roxy couldn't cure, and so it's good to be sending Paul on his way back home. Though I do have one more little thing to ask him. A question I wouldn't normally ask, and maybe it's a question that I should be asking myself.

"Paul, do you have any kids that you know of?"

"Three, confirmed."

"Three, holy shit, Paul, I thought we told each other everything. And what do you mean by confirmed?"

"Well, I could be responsible for a few more. But the mothers either don't know for sure who the father is, cause the sluts sleep around, or they just don't care to tell me. Like Kelly Sampson."

"She had twins, didn't she?"

"Yeah, twin girls, and they look just like me. But Kelly hasn't said anything officially, or tried to blame me, so what the hell, right?"

"Right, they could be another guy's responsibility."

"And, they could even be yours. Cause didn't you sleep with Kelly right after me?"

"Well, yeah, we were together a few times. But she was already pregnant by then, and well into her second trimester. So I know I'm not the father."

"So you like the pregnant chicks, do you?"

"Yeah, I'm cool with a girl who is already pregnant, and showing. And just like you enjoy making girls pregnant."

"I know, we're both sick. But what about Melissa?"

Now that is a distinct possibility, as I dated Melissa a little over a year ago, and she just had her baby girl last month. But I know that Melissa slept around a lot, and I'm not that good at math. So it's hard to say if I'm even in the running to be her kid's daddy.

"What about Heather Miles, Jake?"

"Yeah, I guess her kid could be mine."

"Think Jennifer would care to know that you have kids all over town?"

"I don't think she cares, cause she lets me sleep around."

"Yeah, that Jennifer of yours is some cool. And are you still seeing Roxy?"

"Sometimes."

"Well, you'd think a guy would share one of his girls with his best friend."

"Well, I'll see what I can do. But I'm not making any promises."

Paul gives me a smile and a nod, as he takes his dad's case, and exits through my door. Which I close, and so no one will bother me as I go back to downloading more porn. Where I find a series of pics that show a teen girl and her older brother, as they kiss and make out where they sit together on her bed.

In just their shorts, and with the girl dressed in a very tight fitting tube top. What I could see being one of my sisters and me, as the boy slowly rubs the area over his sister's pussy, and while she does much the same over her brother's well endowed cock.

Which is obviously quite large, as it is projecting out from the top of his underwear, and much to the obvious delight of his kid sister. Who slowly lowers her open mouth to her brother's elongated rod, and sucks it up like an extra fat straw. But looking at pictures just isn't going to do it for me, and it's time to get this show on the road, before Mom comes back and finds out that I'm not as well behaved as she think.

But before I can do anything, I have to make a call to Jennifer, and hopefully she'll be able to find Roxy and bring her over for a nice friendly threesome. Just what the doctor ordered for a dull Sunday afternoon, and for such a sexually overcharged deviant like me.

And maybe it'll expand to a foursome, if Jennifer is okay to involve Bruno again. Which also reminds me that I'll have to remember to ask Jennifer and Roxy about involving Paul sometime. But not today, as I want both girls to myself.

What may not happen, as Jennifer refuses to answer her phone, and as it rings and rings and rings. A downer for sure, and a kick in the balls would be less painful, as my jism is already begging to be let out. What I will just have to accomplish manually for now, as I do a search for more pictures of Incest, and as I begin to unbutton the fly on my jeans.

Though I don't get too far, as my bedroom door is forced open yet again. By Karen, who didn't even bother to knock this time, as she just opened my door and walked straight in. As if it's her room, and not really occupied by her sexually frustrated brother.

But at least my sister is dressed a little more appropriately for once, with pajama bottoms, and a long shirt. One of mine again I notice. But I don't mind that she feels comfortable in my clothes, and just like I don't mind her intrusion this time.

As long as Karen doesn't see me with my cock in my hand, or the present pictures on the computer monitor, of the boy and his hot little sister. But Karen seems not to notice me, or anything else in my room. As she slowly shuffles her way over to my bed, and as if she is in a lot of pain.

"Hey, big brother, don't mind me."

"It's okay, sis. And Mom tells me you're really feeling yesterdays game."

"Yeah, my back and neck are killing me. The pain is unreal. So what have you been doing since we got up, and I left you this morning?"

"Oh, not much I guess."

"Did Paul leave?"

"Yeah. And is that why you have pajamas on for a change?"

"I saw him sneak in the back door, yeah, so I figured I should put something on. But he's definitely gone, is he? You're not hiding him under the bed, or in the closet?"

"I've told you, Karen, I don't hide people."

While I remain seated at my computer desk, my sister pulls open the sheets on my bed, and prepares to climb in. But Karen first rids herself of the unwanted pajama bottoms, as she pushes them off her thighs, and down her legs. Where they are left on the floor at her feet, and so she is back to her usual way of dress for around the house.

Which frees my sister, and her red panties, to settle comfortably into what is quickly becoming her bed. Even though the mattress and sheets must still reek of sex, but apparently not enough to bother her. Which has me wonder why she isn't trying to sleep in her own room, and what Anna did to her now.

"Where's Anna?"

"She's taking a shower."

"Did Anna try anything else with you this morning?"

"No, nothing. In fact, she acted like she didn't kiss me at all."

"Was she awake when you went back to your room this morning?"

"Yes, cause I heard her swear a couple of times."

"Oh, I wonder who she was cursing. You, or me?"

"Just herself. I think Anna was trying to masturbate, but she couldn't finger herself off."

Now there's an image that doesn't help to reduce my tension. But it's good to know that I'm not the only sexually frustrated person in our house, as I remain in my computer chair, and with a massive erection throbbing away between my legs. Though I'm not sure if I can use Anna's problems to my advantage.

"I think Anna might be sick, Jake."

"You mean sick in the head?"

"No, I overheard her throwing up in the bathroom as I was coming in here."

"Maybe she's bulimic."

"Could be, she's so thin. And speaking of thin, is Jennifer or Roxy coming over, Jake? Cause I'll go back to my room if you want. And I promise I won't tell."

"I really appreciate that, sis. But I can't get a hold of either of them. So, it's cool with me if you want to stay in here."

"Well, are you going to join me for a little while?"

It occurs to me that I'm alone with my sexy little sister. Who is presently dressed down, and very vulnerable, where she lays beneath the covers of my bed. And maybe that's why Karen really came in here. For me to take advantage of her weakened state, and because she wants to lose her virginity to her older brother.

Much like the pics I was just looking over. Though it does sound improbable, after the way she practically ran out of here this morning. But maybe she had second thoughts, or maybe she just wants to run a few more tests, and to help determine her sexual preference. Which probably doesn't do me any good, unless one of those tests is to show how much of my cock she can take down her throat.

"Is it okay if I take off my shirt, Karen?"

"Sure. In fact, it's almost too warm in here to be wearing any clothes."

"Do you think so?"

"Oh yeah. So lose your jeans if you're coming to join me."

I quickly free myself from my shirt and jeans, as I never have to be told twice to strip off my clothes. Especially when a beautiful girl is involved, and even if that girl is my own sister. Who I end up tight against, as I pull back the covers on my bed, and crawl in behind her.

In exactly the same position as we slept last night, including my arm, and where I place it over her body at the waist. Which absolutely delights Karen, as she pushes her body back against mine, and as she takes my hand into hers.

So that my sister can draw us even closer together, into a classic spoon, and as tight as possible. With her bum pressed solidly into my groin, and where she must notice my erection. Which I know is my body's natural response to actions that are not my doing, and beyond my control.

Like when my left hand is intentionally drawn up inside the shirt Karen has on, and just as it was taken the night before. Though this time I'm placed just shy, and below her massive breasts. And as if my sister is daring me to go any farther.