Raquel's Tales

Of Perverse Delights

Brain-Damaged Sister #1: Night Terrors

By Raquel Silestra

(Incest, Scat, Feet, Smoking, Lesbianism, etc.)

WARNING: Don't read this story if you are under 18 years of age or offended by any of the above topics. The author does not condone anything illegal. Abide by all the laws that apply to your locality and country. Now that all that is said and done, if you aren't offended by incest, or shit eating, or disgusting practices, or lesbianism, or smoking, or anything at all, then you may read on, and please - enjoy!

Part One

"Kari, please!"

I shook her shoulders, trying to wake her. Ever since my sister had been in a car accident last month and suffered brain damage, she had been suffering from night terrors. No one was sleeping in our house because as soon as Kari fell asleep, she started screaming aloud in her sleep. Sometimes she'd scream obscenities as well. Mom and I didn't know what to do. Luckily, Kari hadn't been physically injured in the accident except for a few small cuts and scrapes. But the brain damage was permanent, the doctor had told us. Kari would need to be taken care of for the rest of her life.

Mom stumbled wearily into Kari's bedroom, tying her white terry-cloth robe up with a loose knot around her nude body. "Oh Katrina...she's still at it," Mom moaned. She sat down on the edge of Kari's bed. "You're not getting any sleep, you poor dear. We have got to do something about this, honey."

"I know," I yawned, flopping down on the big pink bean bag chair Kari had always loved. I was only wearing a navy-blue t-shirt that barely came down to my belly button, so Mom could see my hairy cunt clear as day as I sat with my legs spread, bent at the knees. Mom, Kari and I had never had a problem with nudity at home, since it was just the three of us and we were all mature open-minded women. The bean bag chair felt cool on my nude ass cheeks. "But what can we do? The doctor said it wouldn't be safe to give Kari any medication to deal with this. And she doesn't even recognize us half the time. We're all brunettes, but yesterday she thought I was Princess Di for some reason and she started freaking out - 'I thought you were dead!' and so on."

Mom harrumphed good-naturedly. "She thought I was her high-school gym coach, Miss Lypner. Did you know that Kari is gay?"

"What?" I said with a smile, surprised that Kari hadn't told me. "How do you know she's gay?"

"Because Miss Lypner is apparently," Mom said folding her arms with a smirk, "and she brought Kari out of the closet last Christmas. According to your sister yesterday morning, that is, when she thought I was Miss Lypner. I got curious and so I played along and started asking her some questions. She told me everything. That and I found her diary." She reached under the bed and tossed me Kari's old diary. "After reading this, I feel like I've practically had sex with your sister - with my own daughter. There's a lot of photos and unbelievably juicy details in there, right up to the day before her accident." Mom blushed and looked down at her hands nervously. "I'm ashamed to admit it...but when I was reading it...well it was so outrageous and...hot...that I just couldn't help myself, I don't see how anyone could...I...I masturbated while reading it."

"You read her diary?"

Mom sighed. "Yes, I read her diary, and I don't have a problem with my decision to read it. She's a fucking retard now, Katrina, she'll never know. She's brain-damaged - oh sure, she can have a conversation...but half the time it makes no sense, the other half is her screaming obscenities. And she never really knows who it's with. She can't understand that smoking is bad for her anymore, so any chance of her quitting someday is gone forever. Not that I particularly mind - give us both an excuse to keep smoking, now that we don't ever have to be 'supportive' of her quitting in the future. But the point is, she's gone in the head. She won't put on clothes so she can't go anywhere - she only tears them to shreds if I force them on her. And unless we want her shitting and pissing all over the place, she has to wear diapers for the rest of her life...which, by the way, she keeps pulling off. So yes, Katrina, don't judge me - I read your sister's diary. She sure won't be anymore, and I wanted to find something in it that could help her. Next to her, you and I have the most right to, I think."

"Aw, Mom..." I got up and sat next to her, momentarily startled by Kari screaming like she was being murdered. We ignored her. "Mom, I didn't mean it that way...I'll read it too, starting tonight. Maybe I'll find something in there that you missed...something that'll help us put her to sleep without her screaming all night...a personal memory of something soothing, or...I don't know - something. It's either that or Kari starts sleeping in the dog house outside. Or maybe a ball-gag, geez she's loud!" I finished as Kari screamed again.

Mom laughed, and I gave her a hug which she returned warmly. We noticed that Kari had started defecating in her bedsheets, rubbing her clitoris like mad while doing so. "Should we clean her up?" I asked.

"Only if you want to," Mom said wearily, staring at Kari. Kari kept masturbating and started rubbing her own shit into her clitoris, oblivious to us and her surroundings. "Maybe if we leave her to wallow in her own shit, the part of her brain that still works will tell her to stop tearing her diapers off. Although if her diary is any indication, she'll probably enjoy wallowing in it." I wondered what that meant.

Mom looked at me, her gaze questioning. "So you don't think I'm a sicko for making myself cum while reading Kari's diary?" she said, adding a nervous laugh.

I hugged her again. "Mom, of course I don't think that, I love you."

"Even if it was dozens of times?" she said. "I love both you girls with all my heart, you know that. I just..."

I looked into Mom's eyes. She needed reassurance, and as her daughter I was only too happy to provide it for her. "Mom, you shouldn't feel guilty. It's perfectly natural to feel aroused when you see and read erotic material - your clit doesn't know that it's your daughter on the pages, it only knows what makes it horny. And like you said, she's a vegetable now. I don't see the harm. Plus in my Sociology class, I learned that actual incest is quite common and has been throughout history, including today. It's only modern Western culture that makes people hide it behind closed doors. So you masturbated to some images and fantasies about your daughter, it's not like you even did it with her. So no biggie, Mom - love yourself, you're a normal, vibrant woman. I won't get my panties in a bunch if my clit gets hard from reading Kari's diary."  

"You naughty girl..." I received a playful slap on my thigh. "Thank you honey, for being so understanding," Mom said with a smile. The way you explained it just now, I don't think I'll feel guilty if I read it some more...a lot more...from now on." We both laughed, understanding the implied meaning of her words.

"So you're sure you want to read it?" Mom asked, smirking a little now. "Your sister describes her queer sex experiences in pretty graphic detail in there, plus it's chock-full of nude Polaroids that Helen Lypner took of her, some of them pretty, well ... outrageously kinky in every sense of the word. Kari was heavily into scat also, which surprised me...shit-eating. Are you sure you'd enjoy lying in bed looking at pornographic pictures of your sister's wet cunt and ass, reading about her licking out hairy, horny pussies and sucking women's soft, stinky bare feet soles? Getting more and more wet and turned on until you have to take off all your clothes and settle back in for more? Feeling your clitoris swell and grow hard whether you want it to or not as you read your sister's lesbian diary, many of the pages stained heavily with her cunt cream...the smell of it wafting into your nostrils? Feeling your hand drift down to your cunt 'cause you just gotta rub your clit...just like I did, baby...wishing you could fuck the shit out of her..."

My clit was very swollen just from hearing Mom's words. The dark pubic hairs around my now-juicing cunt were tickling my now-erect clit, giving me the hugest itch that had to be scratched. My throat was dry. "Oh, Mom..." I whispered. We were both breathing heavily now. "I, uh, yeah...I don't think I would mind. I'll go read it now..."

I got up and Mom grabbed my hand.

"Wanna read it together?" she gulped.

I looked into her eyes, both our hearts beating fast with nervous energy.

"Yeah," I breathed, pulling her up by the hand.

No words were needed. Once in Mom's bedroom, I pulled off my t-shirt and Mom threw off her robe. We were both completely nude now. Neither of us were quite sure what to do next, so I made the first move (being less shy than Mom). I pulled Mom into a hug, feeling our bare breasts mash together like soft fleshy pillows capped with bullet-hard nipples. Mom's initial shyness quickly fled once I made the first move, letting her know it was OK. She moaned softly into my ear as we hugged, pressing our hot nude bodies together tightly. I allowed my fingertips to travel down slowly towards her bare ass. The feel of her hot breath on the nape of my neck as she let me cup, gently knead and squeeze her bum cheeks was sending a fire through my entire body. Mom's hot breath on my neck...it was the most erotic sensation I'd ever experienced or have since.

I felt Mom's fingers press into the hairy, humid cleft of my cunt and I shuddered, pressing into her encouragingly as she explored. I began to kiss her softly, wetly, on the bare skin of her right shoulder, moving towards her neck where I gave her a huge wet hickey as she fingered me to a trembling orgasm. She kept me from falling as my juices gushed onto her fingers, while I hung on to her shoulders and gasped. After a moment, I started to catch my breath as she continued to gently probe my hairy wet folds and pink, protruding clitoris. I looked at the hickey I had given her on the neck - it was a good one, red and purple, the size of half my lower palm.

Before we could say anything, I grabbed Mom's head and sank into a wet french kiss that grew in intensity with each passing moment. Mom kissed me back with abandon, her tongue sliding deep into my mouth to twist with my own. We never wanted to stop that kiss, it was so special and hot and fucking perfect! It went on and on, each delicious moment...We fell back onto the bed without breaking the kiss. I was on top of Mom and my knee was grinding into her wet hole and clitoris. I rubbed my bare knee up and down as I pressed it between her legs, feeling it grow slippery from her flowing cunt cream. 

"Oh baby..." she panted and moaned, "you've [pant] got me [pant] so fucking hot...I'm so hot for my baby girl..."

I brushed some hair out of her eyes and kissed her lips. "I've wanted you baby...for so long, I've wanted you Mom..."

Mom looked into my eyes with thick lust. Our deep love for one another was there as well. "Oh baby..." she gasped, quickly pulling me into another long sloppy french kiss as she continued to buck her cunt into my wet bare knee. Goodness, she knows how to kiss! We could have been content just to french kiss for hours on end, it was so fucking good. I have no doubt that we could cum several times while fully clothed without even touching ourselves, just from kissing each other the way we do. Finally, we broke our kiss to catch our breath.

"Mom," I panted into her ear, lying on top of her.

"Yes honey?" she said, while rubbing her bare feet soles against mine and squeezing my bare bum cheeks in her hands.

"I'm hungry for your pussy..." I growled lustfully.

Mom pushed me down towards the dampness between her spread thighs. "Eat me, Katrina! Oh fuck!! Eat Mommy's hairy juicy pussy! Now!! Suck ittt...taste my hole, baby, it's been wet for you for years now..."

Kneeling between her legs, I began by licking my way up in one long swoop - starting at Mom's hairy puckered anus, pausing briefly at her gooey cunt hole, and ending at her throbbing clitoris. I could feel her pulse beating as I sucked her clitoris and she screamed. She began crying, it was so overwhelming. Tears rained from her eyes as she begged me to never stop, clenching my head tightly between her thighs. When I dipped my tongue back down to her anus and began to alternate between sucking it and sliding my tongue inside, Mom went absolutely wild. She grabbed her clitoris and frigged it at the speed of sound. "Ohh BABY, suck - fuck - suck Mommy's asshole - suck - my - SHIT - - HOLEaaaguuuahhh!!!!!!!!" 

I could feel Mom's cum juices gush onto my upper face as I sucked and dug into her hairy clenching anus with the strength of a tigress. My nose was buried inside her cunt and got the first fresh gush of her orgasm. As soon as Mom slowed her bucking and loosened her thighs somewhat, I moved my lips back up to her gooey folds so that I could breathe through my nose again.

Mom let me lick her clean before squeezing my shoulder. "Honey...I need a cigarette," she said with the world's hugest grin on her face, rivaled only by the one on my slippery face.

We lay back next to each other on the bed and lit smokes. Flipping around so that were lying on our sides facing each other, we shared a smoky kiss. Mom giggled. "You smell like my cunt," she said.

"I smell like your cunt," I repeated, grinning. "I love you so much, Mom!"

"After this cigarette, you can make me smell like yours," Mom said throatily. Taking another drag each, Mom exhaled softly towards my face. She caressed my side and chuckled. "You have no idea how many times I have masturbated over you," she said, "...how many fantasies I've played out in my mind about what it would be like...our first time together...and still the real thing was better than all of them put together. That blew my mind how fucking good this was just now!"

I smiled. "You took the words right out of my mouth, Mom...and it's not over yet...I'm gonna sit on your face while you eat my hairy cunt and ass, and that's just the beginning..."

Tears welled up in Mom's eyes again, tears of joy. "That's right, baby...this is just the beginning...you and I...us...we're together now...and we never have to be apart again."

I was thrilled to hear this. "We have our whole lives to share," I said tenderly, cupping her face in my hand as I looked into her gentle, loving, horny eyes. "I love you baby," I said, kissing her again, "...I don't want anyone else, you're mine now...all mine, you're my cuntlicking girl..." Mom wrapped her bare legs around my naked bum as we frenched again for several minutes. As we broke the kiss finally, Mom had a look of utter contentedness on her face.

She held up a finger to my lips, tracing their contours with her fingertip. "Honey," she said, "you know, I haven't dated anyone but my vibrator, my hand, and the occasional cucumber since you and Kari were born. I'd love nothing more than to be your bitch...make love to and grow old with you, just the two of us, no one else. I'm yours, baby - I couldn't ask for a better lover." She moaned passionately as I twisted her nipple and we kissed again, gently frenching this time. Then while Mom finished her smoke, I gave her a hickey, sucking that soft spot on the side of her neck till it was purple.

Mom stubbed out her cigarette butt and grabbed my bum cheeks, pulling me closer. "There is one exception I would like to make, if you're OK with it, my love..." "Yes?" I asked, a little disappointed but curious as well.

Mom's eyes sparkled wickedly. "I was wondering if we could turn our exclusive relationship into an exclusive threesome...with Kari."

My imagination whirled. "With Kari?" A deliciously naughty surge of lust swept through my cunt, right down to the tips of my toes, as I imagined all the sexy, perverse ways that Mom and I would molest my brain-damaged sister. "Mom, my sweet, sweet love - we can most definitely do that, yes." I kissed Mom excitedly.

"Let's keep it in the family then, baby," Mom said with a huge grin. "I think this calls for a toast, my love."

We went down nude to the kitchen, where Mom poured us each a tall glass of champagne.

"Here's to our incestuous lesbian future," she said, looking beautiful - "and to your sister, for giving us a thousand ideas in her diary on how we can molest her fucking brain-damaged ass!" I clinked my glass against hers as we laughed. "Maybe a mouthful of our cunts and asses will shut her goddamn screaming up!" I added, which caused Mom to laugh so hard she sprayed champagne out her nostrils.

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What happened next? Well we went back to Mom's bed (which is ours now, we're going to turn my old room into a computer room) where she sucked me to the hottest orgasm I've had yet. I'll gladly tell you what happened after that in "Brain Damaged Sister #2: Dear Diary" soon enough. I've already sneaked a peak, and read in my sister Kari's diary about women who took bare-assed dumps in her open mouth and Kari ate every disgusting bit and called it yummy! To all the women out there reading this, just imagine all the wicked things to come and I know you'll be pleased (and wet, you naughty hairy-cunted bitches!). Until "Brain Damaged Sister #2: Dear Diary" then, this is Katrina saying toodles!

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The End
 

This is my second story for ASSTR. I'm so glad to have my own page here at ASSTR - it is a great honor and pretty cool if you ask me!

I write about what I like, so a lot of my tales are about feet, or shit, or smoking, although you can be sure to find a lot more than that in my writing. Unlike some authors who write a tale or two and then disappear, I plan on writing regularly, so check back every now and then for new stories. I am writing exclusively for ASSTR now.

I'm very proud of this story, the first in an ongoing series. The scene where Katrina and her Mom are just holding each other in the nude, and Katrina describes her Mom's "hot breath on the nape of my neck"...oo! It sends shivers of wet sexy delight right through me just thinking about it. It's romantic and soooo erotic. Anyway (whew) - as usual, this work is what it is, and if you've read it then just remember, the disclaimer at the beginning stands in its entirety. I just wanted you to understand I'm a girl who is not without heart, who wishes harm to none. Be nice.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback, comments, or ideas you can give me. Feedback and comments are welcome from men and women. Collaboration, ongoing correspondence and chat are welcome from lesbians and bi-women only. My email is raquelsilestra_author@hotmail.com - I'm friendly and I'd love to chat with any like-minded pervy lesbians (like me) or bi-females. Kisses to all, Raquel.