A tale of incest, kinda

I own two cats, Bear and Precious. Of the two cats I think I’m
more like Bear than it’s good for me to be. The two of them are litter
mates, even though you can’t tell by looking at them. Bear is a
beautiful black long hair and Precious is a white and gray short hair.
I say I’m much like Bear because, really, we have the same temperament.

Bear wants to be everyone’s friend, he’s mellow and pretty
laid back. He’s a gorgeous cat (I always thought I was fairly good
looking myself), and when Precious went into heat, he tried to help
her out. Yep, me and Bear, we got a lot in common. Only problem is, I
don’t have a sister.

Ever since going through puberty I’ve had this fantasy of
knowing my sister in every forbidden way. But, like I said, no sister.

I am the youngest of three boys. My mother died when I was
young so I barely remember her. My Dad has remained unmarried since
then and I have absolutely zero female relatives in a four state
radius. So, from those early days of puberty I knew I was out of luck,
and actually never thought that I’d ever get my wish. Five months ago
Dad got married again.

Linda is a nice woman, blonde haired with a pretty face. My
Dad loves her and my brothers and I are happy for him. Best part is,
she has two daughters. Grace is twenty-five and lives with her husband
and son across town, Karen, like me, is still living at home.

I attend the local college and instead of moving someplace
where I actually have to pay rent, I moved down into the basement
which Dad converted into a small apartment when my older brother Mark
went to college and decided to live at home like I was. The basement
was comfortable, large enough for the occasional party and with
sufficient privacy for those times I want to bring someone home with
me. The basement has it’s own entrance so no one ever need know what
was going on in my little hideaway.

So, when Karen moved in I thought I had died and gone to
heaven. She was blonde like her mother, except that pretty face could
stop traffic and she had a knock out body that got me hard every time I
looked at her. Best yet, Karen was only sixteen, and she adored her new
older brother, that’s right, ‘me’.

Karen was a junior in high school and, like me, she decided she
wanted to go to good old NMIT when she got out of school. She non-stop
asked me questions about college life and forever wanted to tag along
with me. I think if I hadn’t wanted to fuck her so bad she would have
driven me insane. But, as it was, her being around all the time had me
with a constant hard-on. I finally decided that I needed some kind of
release, and what better way than fulfilling my fantasy.

I figured my best chance at fucking my new little step-sister
would probably have to involve an elaborate seduction. But as it
turned out, I wasn’t the one doing the seducing.

I was sitting in my living room on Saturday, my date for that
evening had canceled. Nikki, though very good in bed, was kinda flakey
and had run off to Santa Fe to get her chakras in line or something.
So I pretty much thought I was going to be spending a boring night at
home.

I wandered up into the main part of the house and went into
the kitchen to fish around in the fridge. While I was bent over into
the cool confines of left over heaven, someone goosed me. I jumped
and thumped the back of my head on the top of the fridge. I groaned,
rubbing the back of my head and turned to see Karen giggling behind me.

“Oh, you’re so funny,” I said as I reached out to tickle her.
She gave a little scream and jumped away, her body bouncing incredibly
in her thin cotton shorts and T-shirt.

“Karen, Chad!” Dad called from the living room. I sneered at
Karen and she stuck her tongue out at me as she moved away across the
kitchen.

“Hey,” Karen said as she leaned back against the counter while
I went back to searching the fridge, “you wanna go see a movie?”

“Which one?” I mumbled, paying more attention to a plate of
soggy mashed potatoes (and the though of those young firm breasts of
hers that jiggled in her top so amazingly) than to what she was
saying.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said picking at a fingernail, “I just
want to get out of here for awhile. It’s Saturday night for
chrissakes.”

“Fine,” I said, the gears in my brain starting to click, “go
get the newspaper.”

She bounced off to find the movie section while I pieced
together a sandwich and wandered back down stairs, trying to
formulate a plan. When Karen wandered down the stairs to my living
room, her breasts swaying under that thin cotton shirt and her sweet
little ass bouncing with each step, I decided just to let the evening
go and see where we ended up.

She sat on the couch next to me, the paper between her legs
and I shivered as she gave me a perfect view of her pussy swathed in
her little cotton undies peaking out from the leg of her shorts.

“How about we go see Singles?” she asked and I nodded my
agreement. “The next showing is at ten.”

“Are you sure Linda will let you stay out so late?” I asked
teasingly.

“Of course, I’ll be with my big brother.” Karen smiled back and
I could feel ripple upon ripple of pleasure flow through my body.

We told Dad and Linda our plans and headed out a little before
ten with the promise that we wouldn’t come in too late and we’d try
not to wake either of them up (if I had my way we wouldn’t).

We got to the theater and stood in line for our tickets. Dad
had surprisingly given me money to pay for the thing and I felt as if I
were some high school kid taking out his steady girlfriend instead of
my sexy step-sister.

“Oh-no,” I heard Karen breathe and she grabbed at my hand. I
looked down curiously at her.

“Chad, do me a really big favor,” Karen commanded. “You got to
pretend that you’re my boyfriend.”

I looked at her cross-eyed, I’m sure, because she gave me a
pleading stare. But, before I had time to agree or even ask her why, a
tall pimply faced kid walked over and said, “Hi, Karen.”

Karen looked kinda nonchalant and wrapped her arm around my
waist. “Oh. Hi, Greg,” she returned as if she hadn’t seen him coming.

Tall, pimply Greg looked at me and then back at Karen. Karen
smiled, “Oh, this is my boyfriend Chad . . . Chad, this is Greg, a
friend of mine from school.” I nodded at Greg as he gave me a
half-hearted greeting.

“Well, hope you enjoy the movie,” Greg said and started to
move away. I purposely let my hand slip from Karen’s waist to her
just under her arm, you know, right beside her breast, and pulled
her closer to me, at the same time slightly rubbing her left
breast, just like I would any of my girlfriends.

“We will,” I said and then bent my head to kiss Karen. She
offered no resistance and my tongue probed between her lips in a kiss
that had my entire body quaking. I brushed one of her pert nipples
with my thumb as Greg beat a hasty retreat. I held the kiss longer
than was actually necessary and at that moment I was on the verge
of throwing sweet sister Karen to the floor and fucking her there
in front of everyone.

If I’d had my way, the kiss would have continued until neither
one of us could stand anymore, but seating for the movie was called and
we reluctantly parted. Karen looked flushed and quickly turned her eyes
from mine which made me wonder what she saw there. Lust crazed eyes,
no doubt.

I don’t remember much of the movie. Needless to say, I kept
rerunning that kiss through my head and had a hell of a time keeping
my prick down. Once during the movie, Karen bent her head against my
shoulder and wrapped her arm with mine. I thought I’d explode since
when I looked over at her I could see the swell of her breasts under
the neckline of her shirt. For the rest of the movie I stared blankly
at the screen praying that it would be over soon. After what seemed an
eternity it finally was.

On the way out of the theater I held her close against me, my
hand splayed across her hip, for the benefit of Greg I assured myself,
but Karen said nothing and walked easily in time with me. We climbed
into my car and drove home in silence.

Once there we wandered up to the front door and I stopped. I
felt like I was delivering my date to her front step and then rushing
off to masturbate while thinking of her.

“Umm,” Karen murmured before I stuck my key in the door. “I’m
not really tired yet. Are you?” I shook my head. “Why don’t we watch
some TV?” she suggested.

“Sure, we’ll go down to my place so we don’t wake the
parentals up.” Karen smiled brightly and followed me around to the side
of the house where the entrance to my basement apartment was.

We went in and I turned the television on. I kept the volume
on and turned it to SNL. Joe Pesci was the host and he was quite
funny. Of course I was trying desperately to think of anything other
than my petite little step-sister on the couch next to me, her shoes
kicked off and her breasts pressed into my arm as she leaned against
me.

After a bit SNL ended and I switched the channel over to MTV.
We watched one video in silence and then, when another video came on I
turned to Karen.

“So what’s the deal with this Greg guy?” I asked and I could
see a faintly repulsed look come into her eyes. I sat in envy as Bear
waltzed over and sat in her lap, she stoked his fur as she began to
explain.

“Oh, he’s just some creep who goes to my school. He’s been
asking me out for months and I keep telling him I have a boyfriend–”

“Which you don’t . . .” I added.

“Which I don’t,” she agreed. “I thought that him seeing me
with you might dissuade him a little,” She shrugged. “With that kiss
you gave me I don’t see how he could come back . . .” she breathed as
if remembering that hot kiss we had shared in the theater.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I asked and she looked kinda
embarrassed.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled and was willing to let it drop at
that. But I was a bit curious.

“Well,” I said as I reached out to stroke her cheek, “it’s
definitely not because you’re not pretty.”

She looked up at me surprised, “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Beautiful,” I replied and she looked at me kinda disap-
pointed, as if she had expected me to say `sexy’ or more to the
point `fuckable.’

“Look,” I said and I grabbed her hand, “does this prove
anything to you?” I asked as I placed her delicate hand on the raging
boner I had been trying to conceal all evening.

Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment but she didn’t take
her hand away. Instead she caressed my prick through my heavy jeans
and made a cooing noise. Excitement shot through my body and I reached
out to stop her hand.

“If you keep doing that I won’t be responsible for what
happens,” I grunted at her and she flipped me a quick smile.

“I want to see it,” she said and started working on getting my
pants open. Me head whirled in delight as I realized my fantasy might
finally come true.

I leaned over and kissed her hard, my tongue meeting hers as I
let my hands wander up to the breasts — I’d been dying to touch them
for the last five months. I grabbed the edges of her T-shirt and yanked
it off just as she managed to free my prick from its crowded confines.

“Mmmm, it’s pretty,” she said as her hands flowed like liquid
over my hard-on. She spread the dribble of pre-cum ooze over the tip
then reached down to place a tender kiss on it. She flicked her tongue
over the tip and then before I knew it, was trying to stuff the entire
thing down her throat. Her tongue worked wonders and I wondered if
this was her first blow job or not. Finally when she had given me a
good tongue lashing and I didn’t think I could take anymore, I pulled
her head up.

“My turn,” I told her as I yanked down her shorts, kissing her
breasts and flicking the nipples with my tongue.

I laid her back on the couch and sat on the floor between her
legs. Her cunt literally dripped as I slowly kissed the outside lips.
She moaned protestingly so I let my tongue delve into the folds of her
snatch. Karen tasted sweet like honey and I licked up as much of her
juice as I could.

“Oh, big brother,” she moaned, and if it’s possible, my hard-on
got even harder, “I want your big, hard cock in me.”

I knew an invitation when I heard one so I pulled her down onto
the floor with me and laid her back. “I’m a virgin,” Karen said suddenly,
a worried, yet blissful look on her face as I continued to massage her
clit with my thumb.

“I’ll be gentle, little sister,” I said and leaned over her to
kiss her.

I ran my hard prick the length of her slit, getting it nice
and moist for the initial penetration. Several times I popped just the
tip in for mere seconds then popped it back out then rubbed it along her
pussy some more. Finally she cried out and begged my to fuck her.

“If it hurts, tell me to stop,” I advised, but she ignored me,
her back arching, raising her hips to mine.

I slipped the tip in again, but this time I followed through
and sank all the way into her. She cried out and tensed for a moment
with what little pain she had (afterwards she claimed she had had none
at all), then the cry turned to a moan of sheer pleasure and I began
to fuck her in long earnest strokes as I had wanted to do for so long.

“Oh Karen!” I cried as I moved in and out of her, kissing her
face and breasts the entire time. “Little sister.” I was really
getting into fucking my sibling, and so was she as she returned with
calls of “Fuck me big brother!”

Finally when I thought I wasn’t going to be able to hold back
any more I felt her pussy tighten and ripple as she launched into a
head spinning orgasm. I followed quickly behind, my own climax brought
on by hers. When we finally floated back to earth I gently pulled out
and laid beside her and kissed her deeply once more, our bodies sticking
together with sweat.

“Oh, Karen,” I murmured as I nuzzled her breasts, thinking that
this was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, a
dream come true.

“Chad,” Karen said and I looked up expectantly at her, “there
is a reason why I don’t have a boyfriend . . .” she looked momentarily
embarrassed. “Well, it’s not that I don’t want one. It’s just, well,
the one I want . . . I don’t know if he wants me . . .”

It took me a moment then I figured out exactly who she was
talking about. “Me?” I asked, pointing to my chest. Karen looked
embarrassed and nodded.

“Little sister,” I said as I felt the length of my shaft
growing hard again, “there isn’t anyone I’d like better.”

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