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Grown Up - (MF, incest, con)
Author: Unknown
"My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA baggage
claim area and we can catch some dinner?"
"See you then," was her response.
When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a good
thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had been away at
my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about going to the Hunan
Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not find her.
"Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My younger
sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen her, she had
changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long strait red strands.
And, for a change, she was smiling.
"Congratulations, I hear you're going to Harvard in the fall." I
was making small talk to get my mind off my hunger. Once at the
restaurant, we met up with our parents.
"Dave, you're so matured," Mom gushed.
"Actually, it's Ann who's really changed." What was once an awkward
moody little girl was now a happy, smart, and beautiful young woman.
* * * * *
The phone rang. It was Ann. She had arrived in Cambridge and had
settled into the dorm. I promised to show her around the city, on her
first night at college. After I got off work, I dropped by the campus to
pick her up.
"Nice car," I smiled, knowing how much I was in debt to pay for the
status of having a BMW. I gave her a quick tour of the city. The
historic sites, the shopping areas, and so on. I took my baby sister to
my apartment for dinner. She was going to see how domesticated I had
become. When I lived at home, I swore that I'd never learn to cook or
clean. And now, my apartment was dust free and the chicken was delicious.
Being from Denver, the late August heat was too much for Ann. She
pulled off her top shirt as we talked. I couldn't help notice, in her
t-shirt, that she really had matured. Not that it much mattered, but I
was happy to see that brains and beauty could go together. I told her
so. We chatted for a few hours about how things were at home, about
college life, and Boston. I remembered what Mom said about keeping an
eye on her. Looking at her in a t-shirt and shorts reminded me of that.
"Look, I know you don't want to hear this..." I began.
"Mom, right? Yeah, you don't need to worry. I think I'm smart
enough to keep myself out of trouble." I knew she was, but I promised.
"If you need anything. Anything at all. I'm here."
* * * * *
A few weeks later, Ann called. It seems that she hates her
roommate. Being the big responsible brother, I offered to let her stay
with me while she found another roommate. I had forgotten what it was
like to live with someone, especially your sister. Not that we argued
like kids, but it was tense.
One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I had
just stepped out of the shower and was grabbing for a towel when the
door opened.
"Oops," said the intruder. "I didn't realize." However, instead of
leaving, she just stayed. This used to happen when we were little. She'd
just go into rooms without knocking. Despite her maturity and brains,
this was one bad habit she had not kicked.
"Just go!" I said as a wrapped a towel around my waist. She backed
out and closed the door. I finished getting cleaned up and pulled on my
sleeping shorts. Leaving the bathroom, I looked into the living room.
Ann had been sleeping on the couch. There she was, asleep. However,
usually she would be wearing a large nightshirt. Tonight, she had on a
pair of panties and was topless. At first, I was embarrassed. But my
curiosity caused me to take another look. Her curves were smooth. Her
breasts well defined. Yes, she was all grown up.
* * * * *
Friday night, we both had dates. Mine, a blind date, was a real
bust. Although she was hot, she was boring. I considered going to bed
with her, but gave up the idea after listening to her talk about how
much she hated her boss for three hours. After dropping her off, I
headed back to the apartment. Walking into the living room, I almost had
a heart attack. There, on the couch, was Ann. She was lying back, naked,
with her eyes closed. On top of her was a man, about my age. He, too,
was naked. Unable to speak, I watched as he was screwing my younger sister.
Once the initial shock was over, I raced over to him and pulled him
up. As I yanked back, his erect penis pulled out of Ann and wagged back
and forth. Instead of beating him senseless, I just kicked him out into
the hall, naked, warning him never to come back.
Upon returning, Ann was getting dressed. I started to scream, "how
dare you!" and all that other parental-type stuff.
"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew!" she started to cry. Sure,
there was a double standard. I had plans to nail my date. But this was
not acceptable to me.
As soon as a calmed down, "Tell you what, I won't tell Mom and
Dad... if you listen to my lecture." I was going to tell her how she had
to be careful. About getting pregnant and about AIDS. She had already
been told, I'm sure. But maybe from her older brother, it would sink in.
And besides, this was a nice piece of blackmail.
The man's clothes, I tossed down the garbage chute. We would have
our talk tomorrow, I told her.
* * * * *
I started the lecture as a parent. I told her how she had to be
careful. About how, if she was going to do it, she would have to make
sure birth control was used. Condoms, I recommended, since they were
also useful in cutting down on the chance of AIDS. To drive the point
home, I pulled a condom out of my dresser and gave it to her.
"Keep this with you. If you ever find yourself in a situation like
last night, please make sure he puts it on." She took it from me.
That seemed like enough. I had done my part. "Oh, and one last
thing. Please let me know when you need the apartment. It's just too
strange for me to walk in on my own sister."
* * * * *
The following weekend we were both without dates. It was a rainy
night, so watching a video tape seemed like the best idea. On her way
home from campus, Ann stopped to pick one up. I was shocked with her
selection. A old classic, like Casablanca, perhaps. A newer comedy or
action film, maybe. She chose neither. Instead, the contents of the
black case held FAMILY TABOO. A little X on the label provided an
additional hint.
Holding the box open, I stared at my little sister. "An X- rated
movie? What were you thinking?"
Innocently, "Neither of us have dates. I just figured we'd both be
a little hard up. C'mon, it'll be cool."
She was right, I was hard up. Prior to Ann moving in with me, I
would rent or borrow adult videos. With some dates, it repulsed them.
With others, it helped set the mood. I've never seen an entire film.
Rather than argue with my baby sister, I consented. She was 18 and old
enough to watch it. All grown up.
The basic plot, if you want to call it that, was about two teenage
kids. They were supposed to be teens, 16 or so, but I had my doubts.
These two kids decide to have sex with one another. They start out with
getting naked and rubbing each other. The girl gives the guy a blow job.
As I watched, my penis started to get stiff. I tried to remind myself
that my sister was sitting in the same room with me. But it didn't
matter. The video girl gave great head.
An older (early 30's, maybe) but beautiful woman then walks into
the room. It turns out that these two teens are brother and sister. And
the hot woman is the mother catching them in the act. Instead of
stopping them, she strips off her clothes. Her tits compared to the
teenage pair, were large. She joins her daughter in sucking off the son.
I had lost all concept of who else was in the room with me, and watched
as the three continued their sexual adventures.
The teenage boy blows his load across his sister's face. Her mother
licks it off as the son starts to eat her vagina. The whole thing, the
taboo of it, made it all that more exciting. And that made me return to
reality.
I looked over at my own teenage sister. She was sitting there,
pulling her shirt off. Instead of reprimanding her, I just let her sit
there, watching the incestuous action on the television, in her bra.
Contrary to every better judgement, her first words to me were
answered with a "yes."
Her question, "Want to try it?" She was asking me, her older
brother, to imitate what was on the screen. I gave the affirmative
response, my penis was starting to need release.
Once again, I would not see an entire video. Off went to
television. Ann volunteered to do a strip show for me.
We ran into my bedroom. I sat down on the corner of the bed while I
watched the show. She stroked her hands across her bra covered chest.
She rubbed the crotch of her shorts. And then, down they came. The red
head pranced around the room in her bra and panties. She grabbed a
pillow off he bed and placed it between her legs. I dawned on me that
she had likely done this before. She moved the pillow back and forth
across her crotch. Occasionally, parts of it would slip away and then
back. Little glimpses of her pubic hair were quickly covered by a return
pass of the pillow. I was so turned on that I pulled off my shirt and
pulled down my slacks. I sat there, in my boxer shorts, watching her
remove her bra. She walked over to me and asked me to unsnap her bra. I
place a hand on the clasp, and with dexterity, unhooked the clasp. She
returned to her dance and she pulled it away from her chest. She placed
her hands on her beautiful globes and juggled them up and down. This was
too much for me, I stood up and yanked down my shorts.
My sister raced over to my erect penis and started to give me the
best head job I had ever received. Her tongue rippling over my penis and
her lips moved back and forth over the length.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped. She lowered he
panties to reveal her vagina. Down on the bed, with her legs spread.
Just like that night I had come home. To bent down and licked at it,
flicking her clitoris with my tongue.
I was getting into it, but when the hand touched my head, I looked
up. Dear, sweet, Ann. She had a condom for me. "Put it on, and then put
it in." Her language, it was shocking. But, I listened and unrolled the
condom over my penis. Slowly I slid my penis into her. A few pumps, I
started to shoot, filling up the bag. Even as I started to go flaccid, I
continue to pump. It must have been useful, as Ann grabbed my butt and
whined in orgasmic pleasure.
We both went to bed together, naked. We knew what we did was taboo.
But we were safe about it. Some things never change. Ann and I always
loved to play together. Now, instead of Monopoly, it was hot sex. We
were both all grown up.
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