Incest

“Fucking cock tease,” John thought as he tramped up the stairs to his bedroom. He tripped over a stair, the result of the four Jager shots he had drunk after the bitch Maggie refused for the fourth time to so much as touch his dick. The endless attempts to get in her pants, even a damn hand job, left him with blue balls night after night. Tonight he had been so sure. The smoking hot tank top with no bra. The mini skirt, though sadly with panties.

But no. Another fucking beat off night, he thought as he stumbled through a door. John stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He suddenly realized that this wasn’t his room. It was Denise’s. The big pink bear on the bed gave it away.

Denise was 11, tall for her age and had begun wearing a bra six months earlier. She had dark hair and crystal blue eyes, just like her brother. Her baby fat was just starting to melt away or at least move to her chest and ass.

Naked, John looked at his sister. No way he thought that’s just sick. But his boner spoke louder. Any girl is good and I’ve been so patient it told him. She’s as good as any. He touched it. It felt like it was dragging him there. His lust was taking over. When the tip of his dick touched her lips he heard himself say, “Open your fucking mouth and never tell anyone. Or I’ll fucking kill you.”
Denise was startled and tried to get away but John’s left hand grabbed her head while his right forced his dick toward her mouth. “Suck Denise,” he said, “or you will so regret it.” John was half hoping she wouldn’t suck. He planned to sodomize her if she wouldn’t play nice.

That didn’t prove necessary. Denise opened her young lips and admitted her brother’s cock. John was delighted. This was what he wanted and he just pumped in and out of his little sister’s mouth, sometimes imagining it was Maggie, other times realizing the lustful evil he was doing in orally violating his sister’s virgin mouth.

Tears were running down Denise’s face as she tried to deal with the penis forcing itself into her mouth. It tasted musty and salty. She felt ashamed especially as her brother called her slut and bitch. Only fear kept her going. Finally her brother pushed her face to his pubic hair and thurst deeply. Hot, sticky, nasty tasting semen shot into Denise’s young mouth. John was thrilled; Denise horrified. She tried to spit out the dick and sperm. John held her to him a little longer, then pulled out. He said, “Swallow it. I can still hurt you bad.” She did as she was told. Then he said one more thing, “Let me see you naked Denise.”

She took off her nightie and panties. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Her ripe tits were works of art. Her cunt was just covered with downy thatch.Her slit was visible below. Her ass was a tight half sphere, her hips just beginning to flare out. “Beautiful,” John said. Then he picked up his clothes and left the room.

Denise feared every footstep near her door for the next couple of weeks. But never did John enter her room has he had that night. She hoped that meant that he had decided he didn’t like raping her and so was leaving her alone.

That wasn’t really true. In fact John had become increasingly turned on by what had happened and by the thought of doing more. He had wet dreams about that naked moon lit body and the feel of Denise’s wet mouth on his cock. The once disgusting thought of fucking his sister was now a growing obsession.

Fear however, combined with a twing of conscience kept him from brutalizing his sister like he imagined in his fantasies. He felt sure that the more he did the greater his chance of being caught, then arrested and sent to prison. So he needed another approach. Fortunately he had dumped cock tease Maggie and was now enjoying the much more open Michelle. It help keep down the frustration that led to that night. But it wasn’t enough. Every blow job Michelle gave reminded John of Denise’s terrified sucking. While sucking Michelle’s tits and licking her pussy, he imagined that he was sucking and licking that body he had seen that night.

His chance came two months after that fateful night. Their parents had gone on a week long business trip leaving the two of them alone. Denise was nervous while John was beside himself with anticipation. He knew that toward the end of the week he would get his chance to fuck Michelle, but he also intended to have Denise, hopefully with less violence than before.

Their first night alone an adult movie was on cable. The actress was succumbing to a long seduction by her boss, nervous at first but soon writhing and panting. John made his move.

“It could be like that for us,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Denise said in a nervous, scared voice.
“I mean, I’m sorry I did that to you that night. I was drunk and I feel really bad about it.” He lied about that last part. “I want us to be more like them. Both of us enjoying it. You enjoying it. I know you will if you just let me show you.”

He lay on top of her but tried to control his raging hormones. “No,” she said weakly, “please no John.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you this time.” He kissed her and slowly forced her mouth open with his tongue. His right hand cupped her left breast while his left reached for her ass and squeezed. So firm he thought, not like Michelle’s soft pillowy tits and ass. His legs were tightly around Denise preventing her from slipping away.
“Just relax,” he told her, “it will feel good if you let it. Your body is ready for it.” He pressed their clothed crotches together, letting her attempted escaping feel like dry humping. He squeezed her breast more. He told her about how beautiful she was, how much he desired her, the long night of pleasure he had planned.

Denise was not completely enthralled. But she understood she had little choice for now. She had nowhere to escape to, but she also was more open now that John was willing to give her something. She wasn’t sure that she would have chosen this, but if he could make good on his promise that she would enjoy it, then she felt she would continue to let him use her body. If I like it, the way that woman on TV likes it, then maybe John can continue.

Her breast was not sore like she thought it would be but more warm and tingling. Her slit was feeling hotter as John’s fingers danced under her jeans and panties. His hot breath on her neck was enticing even as he spoke about breaking her cherry and penetrating her young body. Then he sat back and said, “It’s time Denise. Go upstairs to mom and dad’s room, take off your clothes, and start doing to yourself what I was doing to you. Finger your slit and squeeze your tits. I want to see you do that, and you can watch me.”

The two youngsters went upstairs and for the next three hours watched each other masterbate. Denise slowly began to enjoy the feel of her fingers on her vulva. John continued to make suggestion or to tell her what would come later, how she would admit his dick in her vagina and ass (the last part kind of scared her). How she would become a sex goddess for boys her age and a plaything for him. John beat off at the sight. Just before every ejaculation he would bring his dick to Denise’s lips and tell her,”Swallow.” Then the salty slime would rush into her mouth or drip around her lips. Denise, John thought, is going to be the perfect fuck toy ever.

Exhausted by fear, arousal, and just plain exercise, Denise fell asleep naked on her parents bed. Her lips were covered in her brother’s dried cum. John continued to admire the luscious young body he intended to use. He smelled her cunt and licked her fingers, now covered in her juices. He wondered if she could accomedate his penis. Well, I’ll find out soon enough he thought. With that he slid his naked body next to his sister’s and went to sleep.

Denise awoke early and realized with horror what had happened. She saw her brother draped across her naked body. He was naked too, his cock, which she recalled had been in her mouth several times last night, was pressed against her left leg. My god she thought we nearly had sex. She was terrified and ran to the bathroom to wash the sperm and juice off her.

John felt her leave, but let her for the moment. He had beat off lookng at his sister twice that night. Only his desire to see her awake and aware when he took her virginity made him resist the desire to pop her cherry then and there.

He came into the bathroom and got in the shower with Denise. He kissed her on the mouth, like he would a girlfriend he had slept the night with and held her to him. His dick sprung to life grazing her belly. “John,please don’t,” Denise said weakly. “I’m not ready. I promise I’ll let you, but I can’t now.”

John looked disappointedly at her. “Denise, I’ve heard that before. Lots of girls promise to put out but then refuse over and over. I won’t put up with it from my sister.” Denise tearfully denied that she was teasing him. She swore that someday soon she would let him have her, just not today.
“It’s going to be this morning. Don’t imagine that you have a choice. If you try to avoid it, I’ll tied you down, beat you, then rape your ass. I was going to wait on that, but I’ll start with it if you try any more cock tease shit.” Then he made her look him in the eye and said, “So which do you want? Pussy or ass?”
“Pussy,” she said meekily the water from her tears and the shower dripping down. “What was that Denise?” John said. “What do you want? Be polite and specific.”
“Please John, use my pussy. Have sex with my pussy. Please be nice. Don’t hurt me,” she said. That was it she knew. Soon I won’t be a virgin. Soon my brother will penetrate my body. I can only hope he does hurt me too much.
John was delighted. He kissed his beautiful baby sister on the mouth. He gently washed her in the shower, lathering up her young firm breasts, her smooth round ass (Denise tensed when he touched it, but he calmly explained that he was just rubbing it.), finally he turned her to face him and washed in between her legs. He kissed her deeply as water cascaded over their bodies. His soapy hands firsted scrubbed her small thatch of pubic hair. Then his hand slid to her slit. She tensed reflexively again, but he held her tight and continued to explore her vulva.
By the time John had finished drying Denise, she was feeling more like they were two lovers and less like he was taking her under threat. Her chest was beginning to flush and her pussy was moistening as it had last night. John had stopped his threats and angry insults. He no longer was calling her bitch or slut, but his beautiful flower and princess. He told her that he loved her, that she was so gorgeous and sexy. And for once he did mean it.
They got to their parents’ bed, the place they both had been conceived. “Just a sec,” John said and he took out a condom from the bedside table (John had bought some the day before and stowed them here in anticipation of this). Denise was moved, he cared enough to be sure she wouldn’t get pregnant. She help him get it on and then kissed his latexed glans, looked up at him, and said, “Thank you John.”
John lay her down and spread her legs. She was beautiful, pale and delicate like a soft sensuous China doll. Her hair framed her beautiful face. Her breasts stood full and flushed. John held his penis in his hand, looked down at his soon to be deflowered sister, and said “I love you Denise.” As long as he lived he never forgot the look of his 11 year old sister as his cock forced its way into her tight tight snatch. She cried out in agony, in pleasure, in shame, and in lust. She never remembered the sight of John at that moment only his soothing words of love and the pain and ectasy she felt as her cruel and kind sibling made her a fully sexual woman.

That day neither of them wore clothes except when John briefly put on his swimsuit to get the pizza delivery. They stayed inside the whole day. Denise lost some of her modesty around John, but not her hesistancy. She knew, as John did, that his kindness would last only as long as she cooperated. The pain of the deflowering and the subsequent penetrations of her immature vulva made it clear that things could be much worse for her if John choose to be cruel again.
John had found the deflowering better than his wildest dreams. Her body had been warm, but her frightened grimace and screams of pain had added to his delight. Her pussy remain difficult to penetrate, even with prolonged foreplay, which allowed him to relive the deflowering each time he penetrated her.
But it wasn’t just penetration. John wanted Denise to be more than a hole. He showed her how to kiss, both sweetly and passionate tongue kisses. He tutored her on arousing blow job technique. He explored how to arouse her, constantly questioning her on what she liked. He ate her snatch, sucked her breasts, and licked her from top to bottom.
Denise would rather have been playing video games or reading that receiving this unusual education. Her fear prevented her from telling her brother accurately what her body enjoyed and what it disliked. She told him everything was good, just some things were better.
The best pleasure came when John discovered a tube of KY gel in their parents’ bedroom. She had heard it was for anal sex, setting her in fear that she would experience even worse pain than before. Instead John gently stroked her vagina with it and then inserted a finger into her tight opening. The result was amazing. Before he had to force his way in even with two fingers. Now he was able to insert them with ease. Denise was so happy. Then John slipped on another condom and penetrated her again. It still hurt, but it was so much better. Denise began to hope that she might some day enjoy her brother’s desires after all.

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