As always, all characters contained within are 18 or older.
"Jennifer can't stay with me this summer," I said.
"You have that whole place to yourself," Mom said, "You can't make room for your sister?" Even one hundred miles away, her voice was so loud that I had to hold the cellphone a foot from my ear to protect the integrity of my skull.
"Mom, it's a New York apartment," I said, "When I sit to use the toilet, my feet are in the shower."
"So, don't use the bathroom together," Mom said, as if she'd solved everything.
A one-bedroom apartment is a palace in Manhattan, but it's a broom closet anyplace else. My kitchen was in my living room. I slept in a double bed, like a college kid, because it was the only mattress that fit in my bedroom. The fact that I was proud to be able to afford this place, that my friends were all jealous of where I lived, is proof that city living is stupid.
"Matthew," Mom said, regaining my attention, "I know you're picturing your sister as some little kid, but she's a twenty-two-year-old woman who can take care of herself. Besides, you can't tell me you aren't lonely. Are you even seeing anyone?"
"I have work," I said, "That keeps me occupied enough."
"You are going to help out your sister, Matthew," Mom said. I recognized that tone of voice and some instinctual part of my brain began wetting itself. "After your divorce, when you had no place to live, do you remember what happened?"
If I had any doubt that I was in deep trouble, the mention of my disastrous marriage from five years before made it clear.
"You called me, crying," Mom said, answering her own question. "And what did I do?"
"You gave me rent money," I said.
"Did your father and I have five-thousand dollars lying around? No, we did not. But we gave it to you anyway because we knew you had no other options. Do you see what I'm saying to you right now, Matthew?"
Realizing that I had no other choice in the matter, I agreed to let my little sister stay with me for the summer, then hung up the phone. I flopped down on the couch, already feeling squeezed by my tiny apartment, and wondered how much worse it was about to get.
*
"It's Jennifer!"
Two weeks after my mother had browbeaten me into submission, my little sister buzzed my intercom. I hadn't seen Jennifer in a long time. In some ways, I'd never truly seen her.
I was fifteen when Jennifer was born. She was an admitted accident. My parents weren't trying for kids, but one showed up. Jennifer was three when I left for college. At nine, she acted as the flower girl for my wedding. She was a cute, brown-haired moppet with big green eyes and a goofy smile, her nose a little too big for her face. I felt more like a distant uncle than an older brother.
I guess, when I opened my apartment door, I was still expecting that doofy little kid. What I saw, however, was a gorgeous, twenty-two-year-old woman. Jennifer was only a couple inches shorter than me. Her thick, brown hair ran in rivulets down over her shoulders. She had an oval face, with full, red lips and apple-pink cheeks. Her eyes were massive and verdant. Her nose was still a bit too big, but somehow it just made her cuter.
As soon as she saw me, my little sister wrapped her arms around my neck like we were old friends.
"Thank you so much, Matt," she said. She smelled sweet, like fresh strawberries. Her grip so tight I thought I might tip over.
Jennifer stepped back and let me look at her again. She had on a tight t-shirt and blue jeans. Not voluptuous, but definitely feminine.
Despite our age difference, I realized we looked a lot alike. We had the same hair (though mine was shorn close) and the same eyes (though hers were emerald to my jade). Jennifer was a bit shorter than me and had a lot more curves, but still. It was like looking at the Instagram filter that switches your gender.
My sister saw me staring and quirked a nervous smile. I quickly looked down and saw the suitcase at her side.
"Let me get that for you," I said, and dragged the bag into the apartment. Jennifer stayed at the threshold like she was stuck there.
"Come on, come in," I said, "There aren't any bear traps or poisoned darts. At least not in the living room."
Jennifer chuckled, like trying to build her courage, and walked into my apartment. The door led right into the kitchen, basically a stovetop on a counter. That spilled into the living room. There was a small hallway behind there leading to the little bedroom and the teacup bathroom. Jennifer took it all in like she was expecting it to swallow her whole.
"I warned Mom it was tiny," I said, "But she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."
"No, it's OK," Jennifer said, "It's more than OK. It's amazing. This is walking distance from work and the subway is right down the block."
"There's, like, ten amazing places to eat all within five minutes," I said.
"It's New York," Jennifer said, "Your apartment could be a dumpster and it would be incredible."
"Honestly, there's probably more room in a dumpster," I said.
"Seriously, I can't thank you enough, Matt," Jennifer said, "I know Mom forced you into this and I'm sorry. I swear, if I had any other option."
"It's fine," I said, "It'll be fun. I'm looking forward to spending some time with my sister. Getting to know you."
"I'd like that," Jennifer said, and for the first time I caught the beginnings of a genuine grin. She gave me another hug, and I told my body to ignore how nice she felt pressed against me. Sister. She's your sister. Please stop perving on your sister. My dick didn't care. I stepped back before it became obvious.
"So, ummm, listen, I don't have a bedroom for you," I said, "Or, like, a bed." I gestured down at the couch. After Mom had made her case, I'd bought a tiny, twin futon. But it wasn't much to sleep on.
"I'm working a lot of the time so it shouldn't be too bad," I said.
"I'll be at my internship mostly," Jennifer said.
"Exactly," I said, "It'll be easy. Or at least, not as hard as you're probably thinking. And, hey, maybe you'll meet a guy in a couple weeks and end up crashing at his place most of the summer."
Jennifer gave me an odd look, but she didn't respond. It was to be expected -- everything between us was awkward. She was my sibling; genetically as close as it comes. But relationship-wise we were barely even acquaintances.
Like I said, my sister was a decade and a half younger than me. We probably hadn't shared a close moment since I bandaged the boo-boo on her knee when she fell off the swing set at age 6. I knew more about the building superintendent (an older, Lithuanian gentleman who only spoke Russian and smelled like old potatoes) than I did about my own flesh and blood sister.
It made the first few days hard. The small apartment made everything harder. Whatever moments we had together were filled with awkward accidents and uncomfortable incidents. I swear, sometimes it seemed like the only thing we ever said to each other in the beginning was 'sorry.'
Jennifer caught me naked first. I was in the shower after my morning run and my sister, still waking up, opened the bathroom door.
"Oh shit," she said, jumping back. The shower had a clear curtain, and she could see everything. Her cheeks, already a healthy pink, went bright red.
"It's OK," I said, "It was bound to happen eventually." I waited for her to walk back out, but she stayed in the doorway, staring. "Jennifer?"
"Sorry. Um, I really have to pee?"
"Give me one sec," I said. I was pretty much done, anyway, so I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and wrapped myself up. For a moment, I wondered if I should have told her to go while I was in there. Checking out my little sister. I know. At least I didn't act on those urges.
In any case, I got my turn to see my sister naked a few days later. I was in my bedroom, taking a work call. When it was over, I opened my door and there was Jennifer, in all her glory, getting changed into pajamas.
"Oh shit," I said, mirroring my sibling from before. She was half bent over, lifting her panties off her ankle. Her breasts were bigger than I'd realized. Her stomach perfectly flat. She had a full, brown bush. A cute little butt. I was seeing all of her. Snapshots flashing in my mind.
"Getting changed here," Jennifer said.
"I know. I'm sorry." I slowly backed away into my bedroom, like stepping away from a gunfight.
After that we had a talk. I had a little fold-out card table I used for meals, so I brought that out. We both sat there staring at our hands.
"I'm sorry about before," I said, "But I think we need some ground rules. You've got to let me know when you're changing like that."
"I didn't want to interrupt your call," Jennifer said.
I knew she was right. Damn. "Maybe I should knock first?"
"You're going to knock every time you leave your own bedroom?" Jennifer said, "That seems silly."
"I don't know what else to do. I feel bad about seeing you," I said.
"My body isn't that terrible," Jennifer said, looking away.
"Your body's amazing." Did I just tell my sister her body was amazing? I winced, waiting for an epic tongue lashing. Instead, Jennifer looked at me with something like affection.
"You're not bad either," she said, a silly grin slipping across her face, "You're trim. You have a nice broad chest. Good legs."
"Siblings shouldn't say those about each other," I said.
"No, but here we are," Jennifer said, "Look, living like this is going to lead to things happening. It's not a big deal. I know we're practically strangers, but you are my brother. We'll make it work."
I was surprised at how mature my little sister was being about all this. Most women, even those my age, would be having a fit right now. Any human, really, was going to be guarding their personal space. But Jennifer took it all in stride.
"From now on, it'll be easier if we accept that these things are going to happen," Jennifer said.
"So, I can bust in on you whenever?" I asked.
"Something tells me I don't have to worry about you perving on your sister," Jennifer said. Oh, if she only knew.
*
After that conversation, we settled into an easy routine. We caught each other on occasion, but it stopped being a big deal. Our inner similarities overcame our unfamiliarity, I guess. It helped that my job asked for 70 hours a week most of the time. And Jennifer's internship worked her into the ground. If we saw each other for five hours during a week, total, then that was a lot.
Our common contact was mostly chaste, anyway. It came down to more typical things, like how the little couch basically forced us to cuddle if we wanted to watch TV together. We sat so close at the table for dinner that we were practically in each other's laps. It was nice, in a way, having the comforts of a companion without any of the complications.
Then Jennifer caught me masturbating.
I was lying back in bed, iPad in one hand, cock in the other. I was getting pretty close to a tipping point when my door flew open.
"Matt, I was just thinking about making... Oh!" Jennifer stood in my doorway. Jaw agape.
I dropped my dick like it was on fire.
"Oh, Matt, I'm so sorry," she said. But she didn't leave the doorway.
"Jennifer?"
"Right. Sorry. I was about to start a movie and I thought you'd want to join me, so I came back here and I..."
"Jennifer!"
"Damn it. Right. Sorry." My sister shut the door behind her. I lay back in bed for a while. My hard-on wasn't returning anytime soon. I found my sister attractive, yes, but getting caught like that was the opposite of alluring. All I could think about was my sister in the next room, freaking out or worse.
Finally, I pulled on my clothes and came out. Jennifer was sitting on the couch. She was staring at the TV, but it wasn't on.
"Matt, I..."
"It's fine," I said, "Like we said, these things are going to happen. I'm sorry you had to see me. See that. You know what I mean."
"I'm the one who's sorry," Jennifer said.
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. I don't know why, she just seemed to need comforting. As soon as I touched her, she started to cry.
"I'm ruining everything for you," she sobbed, "You can't even do, you know, without your dumb, dopey little sister interrupting you."
"It's fine," I said. I stroked her hair soothingly.
"It's really not. I mean, you've had to change your whole life around me. You can't even use the bathroom in private. You're not able to bring home girls. You must hate me so much."
"I wasn't doing that before you got here, either," I said.
"Bringing girls home?"
"Yes," I said. The truth was, after my divorce, I tried dating a bit, but it felt weird. Then I got busy with my career and I stopped caring. I had urges, of course. See Exhibit A of my sister catching me. Sometimes I broke my streak. Went to a bar or hopped onto Tinder. It didn't ever work out. Either the girl wasn't mature enough, or I wasn't dedicated enough, or a thousand other things. I think, at some point, I decided that relationships weren't for me. I figured I'd get a dog at some point and call it a life.
"You're not ruining anything," I told my sister. I cradled her head and, without thinking about it, kissed her forehead. She melted into my arms. "Living with you like this has been hard, yes, but it's also been kind of wonderful? Coming home to another person, I forgot how nice that can be."
"Even if it's your dorky little sister?"
"You're a lot of things, Jennifer, but dorky isn't one of them."
"Tell that to everyone I knew in high school," she said.
"Who cares what those idiots think?" I said, "You're amazing. Don't let anyone tell you different."
"You're only saying that cause you're my brother," Jennifer said into my chest.
"Jennifer, I'm fifteen years older than you. I've spent more time with you in the last two weeks than in your entire lifetime put together. I'm not doing anything 'just because.'"
"That's my point, you barely even know me," Jennifer said.
"That's fair," I said, "But I like what I've seen so far. You're working at a prestigious firm in Manhattan so, clearly, you're smart and driven. You've had to deal with a lot the last two weeks, but you've made it look easy, so obviously you're mature and thoughtful. And yeah, I'm getting to know you better, but you've made me laugh and you've made me think. What more do I need to know?"
"Thanks, Matt," Jennifer said, meeting my eyes. Was it wrong that she looked so cute, post-crying? "I appreciate everything."
"It's fine," I said, "Like usual, I'm sure I'll end up catching you doing the same thing shortly."
Jennifer's face flushed. "I, um. Actually, I don't really do that."
"Wait, seriously?" I was shocked, "Everyone does that. Grandma does that. Sorry for the mental image but it's true."
"No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just never got into it."
"You don't have, like, urges?" I asked. Was my sister asexual? She didn't seem like it, but I knew better than to judge people by how they looked.
"No, definitely sexual," Jennifer said.
"You get horny," I said, cringing at myself for using that word with my little sister.
"Yes," she said.
"You like boys?" I asked, "Or girls?"
"Boys," Jennifer said, "Only boys. I've dated some. I'm not a nun. But with the internship and living with you, I know nothing's happening this summer. I still have desires, though. Seeing you tonight, I guess it makes me feel better to know that you're going through it too."
"There's nothing wrong with rubbing one out," I said.
"No, I know. I want to, sometimes. OK, lots of times. I just feel weird doing it. I'm sorry. I'm not judging you. Honestly, I wish that I could, you know, get off. I lie back and try, but my mind goes all over the place and I start thinking about work or school and I'm touching myself and it just feels weird."
"Have you tried, um, other stimulus?" I asked. I was trying to be clinical about this. I knew my sister was opening up to me in a way that made her very vulnerable. I wanted to help, to be a good brother (I know that's weird but there it was).
"You mean like toys?" Jennifer asked.
"Sure," I said, "Or, you said your mind wanders, have you tried to watch stuff?"
"Porn creeps me out," Jennifer said, "It's so fake and odd."
"There's other things out there besides videos," I said.
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked, her face the picture of innocence.
"Well," I said. I chose my words very cautiously now. I was about to reveal something huge. Expose a secret part of myself. I guess it felt fair, considering how open she was being with me. Still, it was scary. Like stepping off a ledge into a chasm filled with snakes holding chainsaws. "When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching porn. Exactly."
I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly.
"See, I don't really like porn either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff."
"Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked.
"Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."
I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister.
Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?"
"It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."
"No, it's fine," Jennifer said, "It's actually kind of sweet? Like, sharing this with me had to be so hard for you, but you did it because you care about me. It's maybe the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me."
"I don't know about romantic," I said, "But thanks."
Jennifer took her phone out of her pocket and copied the website address. Then she handed me back my iPad.
"So, after all that, I think I'm going to go back to bed," I said, standing up from the couch.
"Me too," Jennifer said.
I wanted, desperately, to ask if she was going to find a story to read. But even after everything we'd already shared, it seemed inappropriate. Instead, I gave my sister a light kiss on the cheek and walked away.
"Matt?" Jennifer called after me, "Thanks. Most brothers, after something like tonight... Anyway, I hope you know how lucky and special you make me feel. I know this has been hard, the two of us in this tiny place, but I'm glad it happened."
"Me too," I said, and went to bed. I was still worked up from before, but the only person I could picture in my head that night was my little sister. So, I made myself go to sleep without relief.
*
A couple of days passed, and Jennifer didn't say anything about the website. If she was using it, if she'd been able to get herself off, she didn't tell me. I was busy with work though, so I supposed it was possible she was indulging. Besides, we'd already crossed some dangerous lines that night, I was sure that my sister wasn't eager to keep pushing boundaries.
What did happen, however, is that June turned to July and the city got epically, disastrously hot. If you've never been to NYC in the summer, consider yourself lucky. The city sweats. It's not only the brutal sun, but the buildings all trap the heat, turning everything into a muggy mess.
Further, a lot of the city is built for winter, and most of the older buildings don't have air conditioning. Mine certainly didn't. Some people put in a window A/C, but my apartment had only the one window, in my bedroom, and there wasn't any space for it. The machine would have to rest on my bed. The result? My tiny place turned into a toaster oven. And my sister and I were like two wilted slices of bread.
We didn't make any agreements about it, but we slowly started wearing less clothes around the apartment. Jennifer would get home and go down to a tank top and shorts. I changed into boxers and a t-shirt as soon as work was over. We sat on the couch together, ate together -- we didn't have a choice -- and we both showed a lot more skin.
About a week into the heat wave, ten days after I'd shared my secret, Jennifer broke the silence. We were bingeing some Netflix show and a sexy scene came on. We watched without a word, but I could feel the tension ratcheting up. When the episode ended, I stood up and announced I was going to bed.
"Are you going to go read?' Jennifer asked, seasoning that last word with a saucy smile.
"Are you?" I asked, challenging.
Jennifer blushed. "I looked at a few things," she said, going from teasing to innocent so fast it nearly tipped me over. "Honestly, there's so much. It's hard for me to know what to look at. I felt kind of overwhelmed."
I could understand that. I'd been reading that site for so long it was easy for me to find what I wanted. But, as a newcomer, faced with literally millions of options, I could see feeling out of my depth.
"Well, there's a few ways you can find the popular ones," I said, "Look at stories that have been read a lot or that have high ratings. That kind of thing."
"Could you maybe, um, recommend some?" Jennifer asked. She bit her lower lip, and it was so sexy, it nearly sent me to the moon. But her request was, clearly, out of the question.
"That's a little too private," I said, "Also, I doubt what turns me on would work for you. You know?"
Jennifer gave me a pout. "I know. I wouldn't be, like, judging or anything. I just think it would help me. I mean, I'm not even sure I know what 'good' is."
"If it gets you off, that's good," I said, smiling.
Jennifer shook her head at me. My sister and I were both in little more than our underwear, talking about porn. I was stuck between slightly weirded out and totally turned on. Thus, once again, I found myself trapped.
"I'll find you some stuff," I said, resigned, "You'll have to take it from there, though."
Jennifer clapped and cheered like a little girl. God, she really was a little girl. Barely even in her twenties. Another reason for my raging libido to back off. Like I needed another excuse.
"Thank you so much, Matt. It means a lot to me."
"Just remember," I said, "Reading something doesn't mean doing something. You know?"
Jennifer quirked an eyebrow at me, confused.
"OK, like, if I read something in a story and it turns me on, you know that doesn't mean I want to actually do it. Right?"
"What exactly are you sharing with me?" Jennifer asked, she sat back like she was appalled, but I knew she was still playing around.
"Come on," I said, "You know what I mean."
"If the story is about orangutan sex, that doesn't mean you want to do it with an orangutan," Jennifer said.
"For example," I said, rolling my eyes.
Jennifer's face got serious. She put her hands on mine. "I get what you're sharing with me is private. Secret. You're basically telling me what turns you on. It means a lot to me that you trust me with this. It won't change how I feel about you in any way. I promise, I won't judge."
Mollified, I went back to my room and picked out two of the most vanilla stories I could find. There was other stuff I liked a lot more, but these were solid, and they were safe. I copied the links and texted them to Jennifer.
"Thanks!" she sent back.
Two hours later, I was still wide awake when I got another text.
Jennifer: Those were good. Could you send more?
Something about the fact that it was a text made the request feel less invasive. I guess not looking my sister in the eye took a lot of the pressure off. I wrote back, like this was a casual conversation.
Matt: Anything in particular?
Jennifer: Shrug emoji.
I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As much as I trusted my sister, I wasn't ready for that level of risk.
After I collected everything, about ten stories in all, I wrote one last text.
Matthew: Standard disclaimers apply.
Jennifer: Understood. Thx!
Despite looking at all those stories, I wasn't in the mood to read them. Instead, I crafted a bunch of work emails, then turned out the light. As my head hit the pillow, I swore I heard something that sounded like a long, low feminine groan.
The next morning, Jennifer was chipper as a cartoon chipmunk. She made me breakfast, pancakes, humming to herself the whole time.
"I guess my texts worked last night?" I asked. I couldn't help it. I knew I should be discrete, but I had to know.
"Like a charm," Jennifer said. She gave me a goofy grin, then kissed me on the cheek.
I had a long day and came home exhausted. We'd ordered dinner at the office, so I went straight to bed, stripping down to my boxers. It was too hot for pajamas. Honestly, it was too hot for boxers, but I knew from past experience I needed to be decent, just in case.
Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Jennifer knocked on my door. She sat down on the end of the bed, eyeing me nervously. I gave her a moment to settle before I asked her what was bothering her.
"The stories you sent last night," she said, "They were really good. Like, really really good. If you get my meaning."
I did, but I didn't think it was appropriate to ask my little sister for more details.
"I was kind of hoping you could send me some more. I'm not, like a freak, am I? A sex fiend or whatever?"
"No, of course not," I said, "You found something you enjoy, that's all."
"Thanks," Jennifer said, "I know I'm asking for a lot."
"It would help if you told me what was, um, working for you," I said. I waited for my sister to stop the whole conversation, or at least pause. Instead, she rolled right into it.
"The ones about the couples were cute, but I couldn't get into them. I thought I'd be into the Gay one, but it didn't do it for me. The bondage thing was a turnoff, though I liked the idea of being forced, maybe? Just not the pain part. The threesome one was OK. Watching the couple having sex in the forest was hot. The cheating one was good too. I guess I kind of like it when the people are doing something wrong, you know? Where it's not just sex. It's like, animal. Out of control."
"I think I can find you more of those," I said. Jennifer watched, though she couldn't see my screen, as I went through and picked a few more stories. Based on what she'd told me, her tastes weren't that dissimilar from mine. That made it easier, picking stories that I already knew I liked. Also, because she'd mentioned it, I risked sending her a non-con.
"Thanks!" Jennifer said after I texted her the last title.
"Standard discl..."
"Standard disclaimer applies," Jennifer said, "Yes, I know. Have a good night!"
Again, despite looking at porn stories for the past half hour, I didn't feel like using one. Maybe it was because the only face I could picture, the only body I could imagine, belonged to my sister.
The next morning, again, I was greeted by a bouncy Jennifer. She'd made me eggs and bacon for breakfast, and this time she sat at the table to join me.
"Last night's were really good," she said.
"You read all of them?" I asked.
Jennifer blushed but she nodded her head. "Multiples," she said, "You could say I read 'multiple' stories last night."
"You're going to read me out of house and home," I said.
"Can I ask you something?" Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?"
"Standard disclaimers," I said, simply.
"No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just figured that would be kind of a trigger for you. After everything with Beth and all."
"Yes, sometimes those stories bother me," I said, "But I don't know. A lot of times, I don't see myself as the husband, but the guy she's cheating with. I guess it's cathartic in some way. And, I don't know, sometimes I like the stories that make me uncomfortable. Like, that almost makes it hotter."
"I get that," Jennifer said, "Like you said, just because you enjoy it in a story doesn't mean you want it in real life."
"Exactly."
That day at work was way better and I got home at a decent time. I brought home Indian food and we ate over the table, both of us staring at our phones. After we were done eating, we stayed in that position. Hypnotized by our screens as the sun slunk below the horizon.
Then I heard Jennifer make a low moan. I looked and saw her hand had drifted down between her legs. She wasn't touching anything, but it was hanging there, like she was getting ready.
"Are you reading a story right now?" I asked.
"Maybe," Jennifer said. She winked at me over her phone screen.
"One I sent you?" I asked.
"I found this one on my own," she said, "It's pretty hot."
My phone buzzed and I saw that she'd sent me a link. I clicked it and the story she'd been reading was now on my own screen. I'd read this one before -- honestly, there were times where I felt like I'd seen every erotic story in existence -- but it had been a while, so I reread it.
Without verbal agreement, my sister and I both moved to the living room. Both of us still staring at the story. We leaned against the sides of the couch, our legs touching. Despite the fact that the sun had gone down, it was super-hot, and both of us were in our standard outfits. Jennifer was wearing a thin, baby blue tank top and green mesh shorts. I was in navy boxers and a white undershirt.
"Did you get there?" Jennifer asked. She was still dandling her free hand lazily between her legs.
"I think you would have noticed," I said, waggling my eyebrows. Of course, she couldn't miss my erection. In my tiny boxers, it stood up as large and looming as the Empire State Building.
"Did you finish the story, yet, I mean," Jennifer asked.
"Oh," I said, "Yes."
"You want to pick the next one?"
"Sure," I said. I scrolled around for something similar and sent it to her.
"Oooh, I can tell this one will be good," she said, "I like it when they get knocked up. Or there's the risk of it."
"Like you said, it's more fun when there's a little danger," I said.
"Exactly," Jennifer said. I wasn't expecting my sister to have an impregnation fetish. Immediately, I started thinking of all my favorites that I could share with her.
When she was done reading my selection, Jennifer passed me one back. It was another preg risk story, but this one also had non-consent.
"Standard disclaimers apply," she said.
We spent the next couple hours that way, sending each other stories. The urge to touch myself was uncontrollable, but I managed to hold off. I wondered if Jennifer was experiencing the same thing. Was that a wet spot I saw in her shorts or just a shadow? Did she know her nipples were pointing through her tank? Did she notice my erection? Did I want her to notice it?
I put my phone down. I needed to stop, or things would really go over the edge.
"I think I'm going to go to bed," I said.
"OK," Jennifer said, simply.
I stripped down as soon as my door was shut. All I could see was my beautiful sister while I stroked myself. I didn't care. I pictured her face, twisting in pleasure. Her pert, full breasts pressed against my chest. Her ass bouncing up and down on my dick. I came gobs. I came buckets. I soaked myself so bad, I thought about getting up to shower.
And all I could think about, as my breathing slowed, was that maybe my sister had gotten off at the same exact time.
The guilt showed up the next morning. I told myself that I didn't really want Jennifer. She was my sister. And fifteen years younger than me, besides. It was the close quarters, the revealing clothes, and the, um, content.
My discomfort didn't stop me from sharing more stories with my sister, though, and she sent just as many back. I'd only include links, but Jennifer would add little descriptions to her suggestions:
"She takes it in the ass in this one."
"Strip poker. Kinda hot."
"Threesome. Pregnant. LOVE."
"Strip Scrabble?!"
"Do you think the gf will cheat? Is it wrong that I want her to cheat?"
Most evenings, we ended up on the couch together, trading our favorite porn stories like they were Pokemon cards. We talked about them too. Our dirty, sibling-only, book club.
When I did feel the need rub one out, though, I always went back to my room. A couple times, Jennifer straight up asked me to leave so she could do the same. We were sharing these intimate, sexual moments. But we, ourselves, were staying quite chaste.
*
"So, there's one I found that I really like," Jennifer said, "But I'm not sure if I should share it with you."
It was after work and the two of us were hanging out in the living room. It was too hot to sit together, so Jennifer lazed on the couch while I reclined in one of the folding chairs by the table. We were in our usual outfits, something very much like underwear but not quite.
"We talked about this," I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that."
"No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?"
"Go for it," I said.
My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.
"Hot, right?" Jennifer said when I finally looked up from my phone.
"Yes, um, not bad," I said. My sister gave me a knowing look. "OK, fine, it was amazing."
"I know! Oh my God, the sex scenes were so hot. It's like, what they're doing is so wrong. I mean, so so wrong and yet..."
"I get it," I said, "Like we've said. When what they're doing is forbidden, it makes the story even better."
"Right," Jennifer said. She was already engrossed in another story. My phone buzzed a moment later. Another brother/sister tale. For a moment, I paused. Was this really appropriate? Had we crossed the line? Five minutes later, I was too busy reading the story to care.
*
So now we were sharing sibling incest stories. We tried some others in the category, too. But the mom/son, dad/daughter ones creeped both of us out. We did OK with cousins. But for us, clearly, brother/sister incest was best. In story form, anyway. Especially the ones where the sister got pregnant at the end. We shared other stories, but more and more I was seeing a steady diet of sibcest.
Better (worse), I'd become accustomed to all of it. Like slipping into the pool step-by-step, by the time I was underwater I was used to the temperature. I don't think either of us realized the danger we were putting ourselves in.
In my rare moments of clarity, usually about five seconds after I'd finished jerking myself off, I did worry that we were going too far. Our casual conversations about sex. The way we both, even from a distance, were getting each other off. She's my sister. Half my age.
I'd tell myself that, this time, I would stop the whole thing. Then, a moment later -- as the post-orgasm rationality faded -- I would conveniently forget my promise.
*
"I think all these stories are starting to mess with my mind," Jennifer said.
It was late, but the summer sun was hanging around the horizon and we'd decided to go on a post-dinner stroll around the block. The sidewalks were a weird mixture of businesspeople heading home after a long day and young people heading out for an extended evening.
"In what way?" I asked.
"Yesterday I was out running errands and I saw a couple of teenagers making out against the side of the Gristedes," Jennifer said, "They looked kind of alike? Same hair, same nose. I thought, 'they're brother and sister.' Like, I know that's not true. But then I thought, well, maybe?"
"I know what you mean," I said, "I was talking to a coworker a couple of days ago and she was telling me about a party she'd gone to with her husband."
"Swingers party?"
"I mean, I know it wasn't," I said, "But some part of me thought that it maybe could be?"
"Do you think there are people doing those things?" Jennifer asked. We stopped at the corner, waiting for the traffic to clear the way so we could cross the street.
"I mean, there are billions of people on Earth," I said, "I have to think that somewhere, someone is doing something like what we're reading about."
"Do you think someone we know is doing those things?" Jennifer asked.
"Going to swingers parties? Hitting up gloryholes? Engaging in wild orgies in the backseat of the car?"
"Having brother-sister sex," Jennifer added as she started to cross the street.
"Right," I said dodging a cab and then jogging to catch up, "Can't forget that. It all seems so unlikely, doesn't it?
"That we know someone who's secretly doing that? Or that we don't know anyone?"
"Both," I said.
Jennifer looked at me oddly, like she was trying to interrogate my expression for some added information.
"Let's head home," I said.
My sister nodded seriously.
*
"What are you reading?" Jennifer asked.
Two days later, we were back on the couch. Legs resting against each other. Covered in sweat and not much else.
"That one you sent me last night," I said, "with the siblings in the shed."
"Oooo, where'd you get?" Jennifer leaned forward. Her long brown hair hung loose, tickling my bare legs.
"I'm on page three, I think?"
"Well, you're clearly enjoying it," Jennifer said. She looked pointedly down to where my boxers were pointing.
"Sorry," I said, then adjusted myself. I tucked my hard-on so it was trapped by the leg of my underwear.
Jennifer looked again and giggled. Solving one problem had created another: my purple cockhead was now poking out into the open, pressed against my thigh.
"You must really like this one," Jennifer said.
I grunted and shifted again. But my dick wasn't going anywhere. There was no hiding the fact that I was horny as hell. I rolled off the couch and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Jennifer asked.
I rolled my eyes at my sister.
"Don't leave," Jennifer said, "Please. I'm enjoying your company. And I don't care about 'that.' It happens all the time and it never bothers me. I like seeing him, honestly. It means I chose a good story for you."
I shook my head and sat back down on the couch. My dick stuck up proudly, like it knew it had been complimented. I tried to ignore it.
"Trust me, I'm plenty worked up too," Jennifer said, "You just can't see it as well." She moved her legs slightly and, for a moment, I thought she was about to show me exactly how aroused she was. Fortunately, though she was only stretching her legs.
What are you reading?" I asked. As if that was changing the subject.
"It's OK so far," Jennifer said, "I'll send it to you later tonight. Though I doubt you'll need it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean moby dick down there looks like he's going to blow any second," Jennifer said, "When's the last time you went?"
"Jennifer, I don't know if I should be talking about this with you," I said.
"I did it a couple of hours ago," Jennifer said, "Right before you got back from work. You'd think that would be enough, but it seems like I need it every few hours now."
I looked down at my phone, but my sister was still staring at me. Dammit.
"Couple of days, I think," I said.
"You don't remember?" Jennifer asked.
"Fine. It was last Saturday. Happy?"
"You've gone five whole days without? Fuck, I can barely make it through five hours!"
"I like to, um, edge it a little," I said. I felt my face grow hot. Unbearable in this heat.
"You mean, like, you work yourself up with the stories and then stop?" Jennifer asked, "And you do this for days? Sounds painful."
"It can be," I said, "But after building up like that? When I go? It's on a whole other level."
"You feel the pleasure of it more?"
"Everything is more," I said, "It feels great, yes, but it also lasts way longer, and I produce more, um, stuff. Fuck, I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my little sister."
Well, that was it. I was telling Jennifer about my masturbation habits. We'd gone well beyond what could be considered acceptable. Then she pushed things even further.
"I want to see it," Jennifer said.
WHAT?!
"What you described, it sounds so intense," Jennifer continued, "I want to see what it's like."
"Jennifer, I don't know."
"It's been five days. Is that enough time to make it, like, big?"
I stared at my sister in shock. "No. No way," I said.
"I can see from here that you're primed," Jennifer said, "That story you're reading? When you get to page six it's going to put you over the top. I promise you. You might not even need to touch yourself. So, it's going to happen anyway."
"If it does" I said, "It'll happen in the privacy of my own room like always."
"Why?" Jennifer asked. She gave me a coy smile, her green eyes wide. Innocent with just a bit of naughtiness.
"It's not right," I said, "Brothers and sisters shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't see each other naked?" Jennifer asked, "Share dirty stories with each other? Talk about how they jerk off? And siblings definitely shouldn't cum together, right? But Matt, every night we read these stories, go off to our separate bedrooms, and get off. Tell me you don't think about it sometimes. How I'm right in the other room, cumming the same time you do."
I couldn't say no because that would be a lie. But I couldn't say yes, either.
"See," Jennifer said, "So it's the same as before. Only we actually get to see it. Share it."
I don't know what I was thinking. Actually, I'm pretty sure I wasn't thinking at all. My horny hardness had taken control. Because the next words out of my mouth were, "You'll do it, too?"
"Are you kidding? If that cock goes off half as good as you say it does, I won't be able to stop myself."
I took a deep breath. Like this was actually something I could rationally consider. I didn't realize how far I'd left rational behind until I tried looking. It was so far back it was barely a blip. Well before we'd started sharing stories -- maybe as far back as me agreeing to host my sister in my little apartment -- I'd thrown sensible to the side. It was well beyond my reach now.
Still, I pretended like I had self-control.
"Clothes stay on," I said.
"Of course," Jennifer said.
"I'll just reach into my shorts."
"Same."
"I'm going to need some tissues," I said.
"I'll go get them," Jennifer said, "You keep reading."
I settled into the story. Sank into the couch. If I thought about what I was about to do, I got nervous. Instead, I drew myself into the story and let my surroundings slip away. At one point, I felt my sister climb back onto the couch. Her bare leg brushed mine. I didn't dare look up.
I became very aware of my dick, sticking up as straight as I'd ever felt it. Without even making the conscious decision, I had my hand around my cock. Began stroking up and down. Moving along with the pace of the story. It got to the point where the brother was about to enter his sister. I slicked my hand, then wrapped it back around my dick. As interactive as I could get.
I looked over at Jennifer. She was staring straight at me. She'd slipped her shorts and panties to the side. Her little hands were buried in her crotch. Rubbing in time with my strokes. I swear I could smell her arousal. Like I needed even more stimulation.
I lost track of where I was in the story. I looked at my sister while I worked my cock. She gazed right back at me.
"Good?" She asked, barely a whisper.
I nodded. "G-good?" I asked back.
"Yes," she said, "You close?"
I nodded again. Went to lick my hand again, but Jennifer stopped me.
She leaned forward, just enough, and let her spit drip down over my dick. I looked at her with awe and anxiety. My gorgeous sister drooling on my cock. Still stroking her own sex. I couldn't see around her underwear, but it looked like she had a couple fingers buried inside herself. The other hand tickled at her clit.
I spread my sister's saliva over my dick and began stroking again. I wasn't far along now.
"Tell me," Jennifer said. She wasn't hiding it anymore. Breathing hard. Cheeks flushed. Eyes wide. "Tell me when you're going to cum."
"Close," I said.
"Do it," Jennifer said, dragging that last word out. Making it even dirtier than before. "Cum for me."
"AH!" I gasped. The pleasure arced through my cock and exploded across my body. My vision thinned. All I could see was my sister's eyes, practically popping as my first stream of sperm burst forth.
The orgasm was overwhelming. More than I could have anticipated. Better than any edging had ever brought me. I felt my dick pumping in my hands. Warm spatters splashing everywhere. My hips shook. My arms trembled.
Faintly, I heard my sister gulp out, "Oh God." Distant, I could feel her own, thin legs bumping against mine. Then the ecstasy washed over me, and everything went blank.
Finally, I felt my cock go soft. The last of my ejaculate spilled onto my fist. I opened my eyes. Jennifer was looking at me with a mix of satisfaction and indignation. Unintentionally, I'd covered my sister in my sperm. Big cummy stains on her shirt. I'd even managed to hit her face; a trail of clear-ish white dripped down her cheek.
Jennifer saw me staring and laughed. Using the tissues I'd told her to get, she wiped my semen from her face. For a second it looked like she was about to put some in her mouth, but she stopped herself. "Fuck, that was incredible," she said.
"Yours or mine?" I asked. I was leaning back on the couch, blown. Even taking my hand off my flaccid dick felt like too much effort.
"Both!" Jennifer said, as if her answer were obvious, "I've never seen a guy cum so much. That was epic."
"You've seen a lot of guys do that, then?" I asked.
"None of your business," Jennifer said. I raised an eyebrow at her. At this point, could she truly claim that anything was inappropriate for me to ask? "Fine. Twice. You were the third. You?"
"Beth didn't do those things," I said, "Or if she did, she didn't want me to watch. Honestly, though, I was so worked up by what I was doing, I didn't really get to see you."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to do it again, then," Jennifer said.
I thought she was joking. Being playful. Flirty. But not three hours later, when I'd turned into bed -- haunted by the usual naughty older brother remorse -- there was a knock on my door.
Jennifer walked in without even waiting for me to answer. She strutted into the room, wearing a silky robe that was a bit like a sexy kimono. As soon as she saw me looking, she peeled it off. My sister was completely naked. Her body was amazing. I thought I'd gotten a good look before. I had no idea.
The room was dark, but I saw plenty by the moonlight. Her broad shoulders tapered down to a tiny bubble butt. Slim hips and long legs. Her breasts, full and perky like only a twenty-year-old's could be, were topped by small, coral nipples that pointed to daylight. Her bush was trimmer than I'd seen before, covering what looked to be a nice, tidy pussy.
Jennifer didn't wait to see my reaction. She climbed onto my bed and lewdly spread her legs. A moment later, she dipped her hands into her sex and started stroking. First just playing lightly with her labia. I sat up to get a better view. There was something almost artful in it. My naked sister recumbent in the bluish light of the city, stroking herself.
Jennifer found her clit and started rubbing faster. Little gasps escaped her lips. She dipped her lithe fingers into her pussy. One. Then two. Pumping and rubbing at the same time.
The most erotic thing, though, wasn't the abandon with which my sister rubbed herself off. Nor was it the jiggling of her breasts or the increasingly louder grunts that slipped out of her mouth. It was her eyes. Big and emerald and staring right at me.
This wasn't a shy exposition. It wasn't a tentative act. My sister wasn't pretending to be somewhere else, watched by another man. She was masturbating for her brother; it was inescapable.
Jennifer's eyes crossed slightly. Her strokes stuttered. She made a long, low growl followed by a short, hard intake of breath. She dropped to her back.
"AH!" Jennifer exclaimed. Her body went completely stiff. Adorably, her little toes were the only part of her body that moved. A cute, little tremble. Then she went limp. "Ahhhhhh."
A moment later, she rolled off the bed, grabbing her silk robe off the floor.
"Good?" I asked.
"Amazing," Jennifer said. Then she left my bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
*
I spent the whole next day at work rehearsing the speech I would give my sister when I got home. About appropriate behavior and self-control.
As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, it all went out the window.
Jennifer was sitting on the couch completely naked. Engrossed in a story. She patted the far cushion, like inviting me for tea. I stripped down to nothing and joined her. She briefly appraised my body, then gave me an approving smile.
"You read the ones I sent this morning?" Jennifer asked. I'd been so wrapped up in what I was supposed to say, I hadn't even noticed.
"Not yet," I said.
"Awesome," Jennifer said, "We'll do one together."
What she meant by 'do one' is that we both started the story at the same time. Within minutes, Jennifer's hand was between her legs. My hand was around my dick. We raced forward together.
My sister reached her climax first. She gasped and threw her head back. I was about to follow her over the edge when her hand shot out and grabbed my dick.
"Oh fuck. Jen!"
"Don't," she said, squeezing a bit too hard, "Not yet."
I gave her a dubious look. My sister had just orgasmed on my couch and now had her soft, feminine hand on my cock. Asking me to hold back seemed a bit unfair.
"Edge," she said, "Like always."
I let out a deep sigh of either resignation or exasperation. Probably both. When my muscles relaxed, Jennifer took her hand off my dick. It flagged sightly, like trying to wave her back down. An anxious puppy, wondering where his treat went.
"That was awesome," Jennifer said.
"The, um, the orgasm?" How was it that I could have the thing, yet not be able to talk about it?
"No, silly," Jennifer said, little sister frisky, "I mean, yes. It was nice. But holding that awesome big brother dick was downright fantastic."
My face flashed red, but it didn't stop my sister.
"And I do mean big brother," Jennifer said, "You are packing."
"You've been reading too many of those stories," I said.
"And who's fault is that?" Jennifer asked, vamping.
I shook my head and got up to make dinner. After we ate, Jennifer and I shared another story. She got off but, again, didn't let me. This time, I was able to stop on my own.
"How long does it take to have another big one?" she asked as I panted. I was holding my dick like I was squeezing the release on a grenade. Which, considering the chances of explosion, wasn't too far off.
"Usually, I like to go at least three days," I said, "But the way we're doing things? I mean, I'm probably primed right now."
Jennifer's eyes went eager. "OK, day after tomorrow," she said, "Promise."
The next day at work, I was so distracted I almost spilled coffee on myself twice. I was so amped up, I snapped at three people. As soon as I could, I hurried home.
"Oh, big brother, I didn't even see you come in," Jennifer said, grinning mischievously as I opened the door to my apartment. "Very naughty sneaking in on your sister like that."
She was wearing the robe again, but it was wide open. She had on a pair of very girly yellow panties with a teddy bear on the front. She pulled them to the side and began plunging her fingers into her pussy.
"You're not. Not supposed to see your little sister. Stroking herself."
"I couldn't help myself sis," I said, getting onto the part, "I wanted you so bad."
"God, that's hot," Jennifer said. I couldn't tell if it was really her or if she was still in her naughty sister persona. "I'm getting off just thinking about you. Your big brother cock. Oh bro, I want it in my pussy so bad. Would it be so wrong? If you stuck that awesome dick in your sister's sloppy pussy?"
"Jennifer..."
"Play. Please."
"No," I said, and her face went ashen. "I mean yes. It would be OK. We'd just slip it in. See how it feels."
"Right," Jennifer said, making her way back to the couch. She sat down on the edge, keeping her legs spread. The whole time, she stroked herself so fast, I could barely see her fingers. "It wouldn't be sex. We'd just be -- uhn -- playing. Would you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside your sister?"
"Yes," I said. My hand was down around my dick. Squeezing through my dress pants.
"Oh please," Jennifer said, "Oh please put that brother cock in me."
She was so into it, I couldn't tell where the game ended and reality began.
"I don't care that I'm not protected. I want it inside. You'll pull out in time, right? You won't put a baby in your baby sister, will you?"
"Never," I said, "I just want to feel. Inside of you. Make you cum."
"Oh, I would cum so hard on your cock," Jennifer said, "Oh! Oh bro. I can it feel it you're gonna... AH!"
Jennifer's whole body stiffened, except for those trembling toes again. Her chest and face flushed. Then she sank, liquid, into the cushions.
I started to undo my belt. I couldn't stop myself.
"Please Matt," Jennifer said, holding up her hand. "One more day."
That night, when I was about to go to sleep, my door cracked open. Jennifer came in, wearing a surprisingly unsexy pair of heavy flannel pajamas. She sat on the end of the bed. I was expecting another show. Instead, she sat there looking pouty.
"What I said tonight," Jennifer said, "You know I'm just, like, pretending, right?"
"I know," I said, as if I really did, "Standard disclaimer."
"It's neat to share it with you," Jennifer said, "But I know it's wrong. I don't want you to, you know, expect things."
"It's fine," I said, "I get it. It's fun to play around like that."
"Agreed," Jennifer said, "We haven't touched each other yet and I think it should stay that way."
"You already touched me," I said, "Remember? You grabbed my dick."
"Oh yes," she said, suddenly looking dreamy as she remembered the moment, "That didn't count."
"Sure," I said, "We won't touch anymore."
"Right," Jennifer said, "But watching. Talking dirty. That's alright. Right?"
Honestly, we both knew we were lying to each other. But the truth was something neither of us was ready to say. So, we told ourselves these falsehoods, shared them with each other for strength, as if that would somehow make them real.
"It's fine," I said, "Just a bit of fun."
"Exactly," Jennifer said, "But if you don't feel good about tomorrow. You know, the um, big blowout? We can skip it."
"Do you?" I asked. "Want to stop it?"
"No way," Jennifer said, "But if you feel like things are going too far?"
"Maybe we should," I said, "Slow things down. A little. To be safe."
"Right," Jennifer said, "Maybe that'll be for the best."
"Let's decide in the morning," I said, "See how we feel."
"After work, if you still want to," Jennifer said.
"Even better," I said, "It'll be good to get a break."
*
The next morning, I called in sick to work. For the first time in my whole career, over a decade, I faked a cough and told them I couldn't come in. I heard Jennifer doing the same right next to me. She could barely get through it without giggling.
When we hung up, my sister looked at me like I'd just told her I was taking her to Disney World. Whatever trepidation we'd had the night before had been burned off in the morning sunrise. I started to take off my pajamas, but again, she stopped me.
"Let's let it build all day," Jennifer said.
I groaned, but I couldn't say no to my little sister. Instead, I got up and showered while she made me breakfast. Then we sat down, picked out some new stories, and started to read. I knew I wasn't supposed to touch myself. But again and again, I found myself feeling my dick through my shorts, as if my hand had headed there of its own accord.
Jennifer, for her part, stayed mostly behaved. At first. She treated the day like one long stripping game. At breakfast, she was fully dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Her long, brown hair tied up in a tight ponytail.
By lunch, she was down to just the shirt and a pair of scarlet, boyshorts panties. After we ate, she took off her t-shirt to reveal the racy, matching bra. By evening, we'd each read about ten stories each. My sister was completely naked, hair tickling at the tips of her breasts.
Jennifer started to strip me as well, undoing my belt while I was calling for Chinese delivery. When the food arrived, we both ate it naked. Chopsticks plus bare skin isn't exactly cleanly, but we made it work.
"Where do you want to do this?" Jennifer asked, "The grand finale."
"Bedroom?"
"Yes," she said, the hunger in her eyes was inescapable.
We rushed back and jumped on my bed. We started, as usual, with a story. This one was about siblings who played a silly card game that turned sexual. I felt my naked cock stiffen against my leg. Soon it was in my hand. I lightly stroked, not wanting to go over the top too soon. My body was like kindling, ready to spark off at any second.
Jennifer pushed the iPad out of my face. She was sitting across from me, stunning. She had her hands in her crotch. Her breasts shook with every strum. She smiled at me, then looked straight at my cock.
We watched each other as we went off. It was getting harder and harder to pace myself.
"Oh, but brother, we can't," Jennifer said, her voice nearly a whisper "Mom and Dad are both outside. They'll hear us."
"Then be quieter," I said.
"Can't help it," Jennifer said, "Feels too good."
I smirked. My sister and her stories.
"Wait, don't..."
I froze.
"Don't put it in me," Jennifer said, smirking, "Please. Brother, it's way too big. It won't fit."
She stared at me expectantly.
"Um, I mean, just try it," I said, "A little bit. I know you'll like it."
"You can't go in me, I'm not on birth control," Jennifer said.
"I'll pull out," I said, "I promise."
"Do you like it?" Jennifer asked, intentionally shaking her breasts, "My body?"
You're incredible," I said, meaning it.
"Do you...? Do you wish that was your cock in my pussy? Instead of my fingers?"
"Yes," I said.
"Oh God, that would be so bad," Jennifer said, "But I bet it would feel so good."
"So wrong," I said.
"So right," Jennifer said. Suddenly her eyes went wide. "Are you getting close?"
"Yes," I said.
"I'm almost. Almost there," Jennifer said, "I want -- uhn -- I want to see you cum. I want to feel it. On my tits. On my face. Will you do that for me? Will you shower your little sister with your seed?"
I didn't even think about it. I just nodded.
"Oh God," Jennifer said. Her body cinched. Her toes twitched. But rather than fall back, like always, her body jerked, and another orgasm rolled through her. Then another.
"Can't stop," she said, her eyes wide, "Can't stop cumming."
"So hot," I said.
"Ah AH! Look at... what you've done... to me."
"Look at what you've done to me," I retorted. I was completely naked, stroking my cock like a maniac.
"H-here, let me help you," Jennifer said. Before I could process what she'd said, my sister reached over and grabbed my cock.
"Oh Jen!"
Her hand felt amazing. She stroked me once. Twice. That was all it took. My cock exploded in her hand. She pointed it right at her breasts. A rope of white splashed onto them. Another. I painted my baby sister's tits with my sperm, shaking in her soft grip.
When the pleasure subsided, I looked at my sister. She was covered in cum. Like a bukkake film that had, somehow, only featured a single man.
"God, you cum a lot," Jennifer said. She fell back, giggling. She was so silly and simple post-orgasm.
"Edging," I said, "It makes all the difference. You should try it, too."
"You know?" Jennifer said, "I think I will."
*
We spent the next week rubbing ourselves like crazy but never orgasming. Sometimes, we didn't even bother with the stories. Just watched each other wank. Again, though, we didn't touch each other. Jennifer's grab of my cock was forgotten. Like it had never happened.
After three days, both of us were beside ourselves. Crazed by the need to cum. We'd promised each other we'd wait till the weekend. We didn't make it past Thursday night.
We were sitting on the couch. Both of us idly stroking. Then Jen started her dirty talk.
"They're going to catch us, you know," she said, "Mom and Dad."
I thought she was serious. I should have known better.
"I think we'll be OK," I said.
"They're right in the next room," Jennifer said, "I see the way Mom looks at me. I think she can tell I'm getting regular doses of big brother dick."
"Well, she's bound to find out," I said, "Once your tummy starts showing."
Jennifer gasped. She started rubbing herself faster.
"I told you not to cum in me," she said.
"I couldn't help it," I said, "You felt so good."
"Well since we can't make things worse," Jennifer said, "Why don't you put it in me again?"
Now it was my turn to gasp. I was working myself pretty fast now. I think both of us were ready to reach our peak.
"Do you want that big brother? Do you want to fuck your innocent, baby sister? You know I've never done that. Had sex. No one's cock has ever been in my perfect little pussy. Do you want to be my first? Make your little sister a real woman?"
I didn't know what to say. Was this a game or serious? I should have found out. Instead, I let Jennifer keep talking.
"Oh God, last week, when you came on my breasts? That was the hottest thing I've ever done," Jennifer said. "Your hot, hard cock in my hands. Feeling your cum rise up the shaft. Seeing it shoot. God, I don't think you know what it did to me. Did you like it? Letting your little sister stroke you off?"
"It felt amazing," I said, "You're amazing, Jen."
"Did you want to touch me, too?"
"Oh God yes."
"Feel my tits? Rub my slippery pussy?"
"Desperately."
I leaned forward. My sister's eyes got wide. Scared and hungry. I pushed her hands away from her cunt. Replaced them with my rough fingers.
She reached and grabbed my dick. Both of us got each other off. Jennifer pumped my cock, possessed. I rubbed her cunt, crazed. This time, I went off first. We were in such a tangle on the couch, there was no aiming anything. I came everywhere, like a leaky firehose. On my sister, on myself, on the couch. A sticky, spermy mess.
I fought through the pleasure, desperate to bring my sister the same.
"Oh God," Jennifer said, "OH GOD!" Her body bucked. Her legs clamped down. Her eyes rolled back in her head. This time, instead of just her toes, her whole body quivered. I'd seen little, short, singular orgasms. Rolling fast multiples. Nothing like this.
My sister came for what felt like minutes. Her body wracked with pleasure. It seemed more like something she endured than enjoyed. Finally, her body stilled. Her eyes opened. She broke into peals of laughter.
"Oh wow. That was intense!" Another cum ripped through her like a shiver. "Fucking hell."
"Edging," I said, smiling. I reached out and stroked my sister's hair. For some reason, that felt more intimate than touching her pussy. She turned her head and kissed my hand.
"I mean, wow," she said, rambling, "I've never cum like that." She got up, examining herself. "Seemed like you came pretty hard, too."
"Oh yes," I said.
"Seriously, we've got to lay down towels or something," Jennifer said, "This is getting out of control."
That night, again, my sister slunk into my bedroom. She was completely naked, but the look on her face told me she wasn't there for sexy stuff.
"The touching," she said.
"We went a little overboard," I said.
"It's OK. I mean, I liked it. A lot."
"Me too," I said.
"So, it's OK right?" Jennifer asked in her little girl voice, "To keep going?"
"I think so," I said.
"Just no farther," Jennifer said.
I agreed.
*
We started the edging all over again the next day. It was like doing a cleanse -- we hated going through it, but we couldn't stop loving the results. During the lulls, we almost managed to act appropriately. We read stories, sure, but we stayed clothed (for the most part) and didn't touch each other (though we often touched ourselves). It almost felt like a normal, competitive sibling relationship. You know. Sort of.
We found we could go about three days before we went cum crazy. Jennifer started calling them 'O-days,' the days where we were finally granted relief from edging ourselves off the walls. Our next O-day was set for Sunday. Again, I told myself we'd reached our limit in what we would do with each other. Again, I was an idiot.
I was still asleep when Jennifer came into my room on a lazy Saturday morning. She pounced on my bed and prowled up to my head. Her face inches from mine. I blinked awake.
"Hi," she said, very affectionate.
"Good morning?"
"I want to try something different," she said.
"OK, sis, but we're going to need a lot of lube for anal," I said.
Jennifer shook her head, like I was the least funny brother a girl could have.
"Read this," she said, and handed me my iPad. Ordinarily, her touching my electronics without my permission would be a serious breach of privacy. But with Jennifer I felt like I had nothing to hide. I took the tablet and turned it around. She'd already selected a dirty story, one we'd read a few times and both enjoyed.
"Reading porn isn't really different," I said.
"You'll see," Jennifer said.
We sat on my bed, the sun sneaking into my window, turning the whole room overbright. Me lying back, wearing just a pair of boxers. My sister in her robe and (I assumed) nothing underneath, perched by my side, watching me intently as I read.
"What are they doing?" she asked.
"You want me to read it to you?"
"No. Just tell me what part of the story you're at."
"They just got naked in the pool," I said.
"So, get naked," Jennifer said, as if this was obvious. I stripped off my boxer shorts. My penis pointed out, pendulous. My sister peeled off her robe. Her bare body looked incredible, as always. I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Keep reading," she said, chuckling.
I read a little more, but it was hard to focus on the words while my sexy naked sister was sitting right there.
"Now what?" she asked.
"They got out of the pool," I said, "He's, um, feeling his sister's breasts."
"Go for it," Jennifer said. She leaned forward, practically placing her perfect boob on my fingertips. Full -- just a bit more than fit in my palm -- and firm. They felt incredible. I hefted my sister's tit in my hand, then I reached up and tweaked the nipple. She gave me the other one and I did the same. "Good?" she asked.
"Great," I said.
"Better than Beth's?" she asked.
I quirked an eyebrow. In all our dirty talk, Jennifer had never mentioned my ex-wife before. I think she knew it was a sore spot for me. But she'd talked about her ex-boyfriends before, so I guess I had to do the same.
"It's not even a comparison," I said, "These are magnificent."
Jennifer blushed. She jutted her chin, telling me to keep reading. "What are they doing now?"
"She's, um, stroking his cock."
Jennifer reached down and gripped my dick. I was already so worked up, I'm surprised I didn't cum right then. Three straight days of edging plus this morning's tease was already too much for me.
My sister squeezed my shlong. Gently stroked up and down. Teasing. Tantalizing.
"She's leaning down," I said, "Putting her mouth around her brother's... oh GOD."
My sister slurped my cock straight into her mouth. Remember, I hadn't had so much as a hand job in nearly five years. Now I was ensconced in my sister's warm wet mouth. It felt amazing. I'd had blowjobs before, but nothing like this. My ex-wife had treated my dick like a necessary evil. Jennifer wrapped her lips and tongue around me in a way that was so desirous, I can't even express it.
My sister licked and sucked on my cock slow, languid. Like savoring it. She held it tight in her mouth like it was precious. Her eyes wide and wanting. Wondrous. I couldn't look away.
"Keep reading," she said, her words adorably muffled by my dick.
"She's, um -- fuck that's good -- bobbing up and down on her brother's cock."
"Am I better than Beth?" Jennifer asked. Again with my ex.
"Not even in the same universe," I said, "You literally blow her away."
Jennifer rolled her eyes at me, but she kept sucking.
"His sister takes her mouth off him" I said, reluctantly. Jennifer let me go with a pop. "She's stroking him up and down." My sister started working me. A wanton look in her viridescent eyes.
I was so close. I doubted I was going to survive for much longer. Then I read the next few words and my heart stopped.
"She moves her body up," I said, "Straddles her brother with her legs." Jennifer did the same, mirroring the story. "She takes her brother's cock, aims it upwards, then, um... She puts it in her pussy."
We both froze. I don't know what Jennifer had been thinking to that point. Maybe she didn't read that far or didn't remember the story that well. Perhaps she thought that I would have cum already. Honestly, I'm not sure how I didn't. Or maybe, maybe, she told herself that when the time came, she would actually do it.
We both stared at each other. Jennifer's sex poised right above mine. Her breasts hanging over my chest. Her hand still wrapped around my cock. She looked right at me. Searching.
"I'm sorry, Matt," Jennifer said, "This has been fun and I don't regret one bit of it."
"Me neither," I said.
"But this... It would be actual incest, you know? There's a difference between pretend wrong and real wrong and I just can't get there."
I think she was expecting me to argue otherwise, but I didn't. I squeezed her hand and said, "You're right. But this was great. A really nice idea. Thank you."
Jennifer cocked her head at me, then suddenly her eyes went bright.
"Hang on," she said. My little sister leapt off me and ran into the living room. Watching her tits fly as she went, her taut little butt, it was almost as good as everything else I'd experienced that morning.
My sister came back holding a little bottle of hand lotion.
"Lay back," she told me, "Close your eyes."
I heard the 'squirt' noise of her using the bottle. I felt something warm and slippery slide down my cock. I grinned. My clever sister had covered her hands in lotion, then stacked them on top of each other. Slowly now, she slid them down my cock.
It clearly wasn't a vagina, but at the same time, it was close enough for the fantasy to work.
"Oh, brother, you feel so good in my pussy," Jen moaned. I could hear a little bit of a laugh trying to sneak its way up, but she forced it down.
"God, sis, so tight," I said.
Jennifer slowly slid her slick hands up and down my dick. "Do you like your little sister's tiny cunt?"
"You feel so good," I said.
"I love having you in me," she said. She started to move faster. For a pair of hands, she was doing a pretty good job of simulating sex.
"I love my brother's cock," Jennifer said.
"I love my sister's pussy," I said.
"I'm glad we're not using the condom," she said, "It feels so much better this way. Just tell me before you cum, OK?"
"Yes," I said, "I will."
"I don't want any of those naughty brother spermies finding their way into my unprotected pussy," Jennifer said.
"Fuck, sis."
"I know," she whined, "I can feel it, you're getting close."
She started to slow on me.
"No, not yet," I said.
"Don't lie to me," Jennifer said, "I know you. Think you're going to trick me. But I can feel when you're about to cum."
She was right, of course. I was close. I reached out and put my hand on hers, trying to make her go faster.
"Keep going, sis," I said.
"You're sure?"
I put my hands on her wrists, starting to jack up and down. Like I was holding her hips.
"You feel so good," I said, "I don't want to stop."
"You -- oh! -- but you have to," Jennifer said, "You can't make me pregnant."
"I don't care," I said, "I want you. Need you."
"No, brother, please don't... OH FUCK!"
My sperm shot upward like a geyser. The pleasure burst inside me with similar force. Jennifer held my dick tight, dragging the orgasm out of me.
"Oh, you're cumming in me," Jennifer said, "Making me pregnant. Oh, brother it feels so good."
As my orgasm finally started to weaken, I couldn't help myself and laughed. "OK, that was amazing," I said.
Jennifer gave me a wicked smile. She spread her arms and showed me -- I'd showered my sister in sperm. Her breasts were dripping with it. Her cute little belly button looked like a pearly, white lake.
"I came," Jennifer said. At first, I thought she was making a joke, but then she looked at me sheepishly. "I didn't even touch myself, but when you started pumping, I went off a little. Nothing massive, but... Wow. I didn't think that could happen."
"So, you're saying I can't return the favor?" I asked.
"You could," Jennifer said, "But I think I want to save it for the next O-day."
*
It all went wrong from the start.
I woke up the morning of our next O-day and started reading a story, like I always did. About halfway through, with my hand stroking my cock, I went over the top. I hadn't intended to, then suddenly I was covered in my own cum. The story wasn't even that good. My orgasm had been nice, sure, but it felt wasted.
It was going to be Jennifer's day anyway, I told myself in the shower.
Later, at work, I overheard two girls complaining about their love lives. About how hard it was to find a good partner, that kind of thing. As I listened, I thought to myself, I'm so happy I don't have that problem anymore. And I realized that I was thinking about Jennifer and myself.
My satisfaction quickly turned to remorse. Then guilt. I didn't have a girlfriend or a wife. I had a sister. One who I was doing dirty things with. That wasn't a relationship, but the fact that my mind had defaulted to that setting told me a lot more than I wanted to hear.
I spent the rest of the day in a fog, lost in my own thoughts. I had to stop this before it got too serious. It was already too late. I didn't know what to do. The woman I desperately needed to speak to and the girl I couldn't say a word to were the same person. I stayed late at the office that night, even though I didn't need to. I was afraid to go home.
Finally, I trudged to the subway and went back to my apartment. Jennifer was waiting for me, but as soon as she saw the look on my face, her own smile dropped.
"Did you eat yet?" she asked.
I told her that I hadn't. "I thought we could do dinner before we, you know, do the thing."
"The thing," she said, now straight up eyeing me. Trying to find the seam where the alien had slipped under my skin. I tried to force myself back to where I'd been the day before, but I couldn't find the right spot.
So, we ate dinner in silence and then, afterwards, Jennifer curled up on the couch with her phone. The problem with edging is the same as any othermind-altering experience -- drinking or drugs or whatever. Rational, calm Jennifer would have been able to put her disappointment aside with ease. Worked up, agitated Jennifer was not.
After her third loud sigh, I surrendered. "I'll meet you in the bedroom," I said.
"Finally," Jennifer said. She popped off the couch and raced down the hallway.
I took a deep breath. I could push through this. After she came down, we could talk about things normally. I cued up my selected story and walked into the bedroom.
Jennifer was in her tank top and underwear, lying back on my bed. She gave me a short smile when I entered. I handed her my iPad, then started to slowly take off my work clothes. Everything felt off. Like a song where the beat's just a bit too slow.
When I was down to my undershirt and boxers, I sat down on the side of the bed. Slowly, I traced my sister's arm. Her eyes drifted toward mine.
"Where are you at?" I asked.
"They just got to the hotel," she said. I'd chosen one where two siblings go on a summer vacation and end up having to share a room. Standard stuff. But it was well written, and it had the scenes I was looking for.
"Take your time," I said, and started to smooth Jennifer's hair. She kept scrolling as I looked over her shoulder. When she got to the part where the siblings got naked, I took off the rest of my clothes. Jennifer followed suit.
God, her body really was incredible. It wasn't just that she was twenty-two years old, although that certainly helped. She was so well-formed. Every curve looked like it had been sculpted. Her broad chest and tiny butt. Full breasts, even lying back, and feminine hips. Despite everything that day, I saw my sister naked and got hard as a rock.
Jennifer noticed my erection. For the first time since I got home, she genuinely grinned at me. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. It felt so natural in the moment. My sister went back to reading.
The story siblings were now trying to sleep, tossing and turning. The brother started stroking himself off, so I began to do the same. A slow tease. Jennifer looked down at me, then back at the screen, her eyes flitting back and forth like a cat watching a ping-pong match.
Jennifer reached down with her free hand and explored at her folds. She was a bit ahead of the sister in the story, but I wasn't about to argue. Instead, I watched, entranced, as my beautiful sibling began to get herself off.
I knew what came next. I pushed Jennifer's hand away and put my own digits on her pussy. She reached for my cock, but I stopped her.
"Read the story," I said. Jennifer groaned. "What's happening?" I asked.
"He's playing with his sister's snatch," Jennifer said.