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Subject: Incest story: "Johnnys Closet" part 11
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Johnnys Closet
Part 11
Saturday. Nothing to do but sit with Marie and talk about the rest of
our lives.
Now serious lovers, my 12-year-old sister and I had decided on our
future after only two days of nonstop masturbation and voyeurism.
She had discovered me peeking at her in the bathroom through a hole I
had made in the wall of my closet. And then she admitted to me that shed
been watching me for months through her own little peephole.
Neither of us was angry with the other. It was a turn-on, we agreed,
and from that moment on we started masturbating with each other, peeking
at anyone who happened to go into that bathroom, and making plans to buy a
video camera so we could document our escapades.
Wed even slept together twice but hadnt fucked yet. Not that we
werent thinking about it. We just hadnt worked out the details.
Right now, the details we were considering were what we would do once
we had earned the money for the camera. Wed already promised each other
we would spend the rest of our lives together. I was two years older, and
while I know thats young, we were positive we would never need anyone
else.
Writing this now, from the vantage point of 15 additional years, Im
sure both of us made the right decision. I am 29, she is 27, and weve
been living as husband and wife for quite some time.
But that day, our life plans were still in the formative stages. We
knew we loved each other. We knew that masturbation, especially while
secretly watching others, was the sex we liked best. And with our
new-found way to raise money my selling $10 tickets to classmates who
wanted to watch Marie masturbate wed have a state-of-the-art video
camera in a couple of months.
"So," Marie said. "Once we get the camera, what will we tape?"
"Thats all Ive been thinking about," I said. "Here are my ideas.
First, answer this: What is the one thing youd like to see most?"
We were sitting on the front steps of our large Victorian house. It
was early spring, and a light breeze was causing the flowering trees to
rustle gently. Higher up, the wind was more aggressive, pushing clouds
quickly across the sky.
Marie looked up at the clouds and pondered. A few seconds later a
smile formed on her lovely lips.
"I think Id like to see Danny, Todd and Jimmy naked!"
Danny, todd and Jimmy were the classmates who the day before had
watched through the hole in my closet wall as Marie masturbated. Marie
knew, of course, but the boys didnt know she was in on it. The session
earned us our first $30 toward the camera.
"They saw me and masturbated. Id like to return the favor. But I dont
want them to know."
"Then theyll be the first ones we tape," I promised.
"How?" Marie asked. "You cant just say to them. Uh, Marie wants you
to masturbate for her, would you please stand in front of this video
camera and jerk off? "
"I know that," I said. "Ill hide the camera. I could tell them that
because they were the first ones to watch you, Ive decided to let them
see you again, but for half price. Theyll get three minutes each for only
$5 apiece.
"When they come back to my room, Ill have the camera in my gym bag,
with the lens lined up with a little hole in the fabric. The camera will
be on a shelf but aimed at the closet, so when they jerk off, well get it
all on the tape."
"Wow," she said. "Sounds good but do you think Todd will come back?"
"Oh, yeah," I said. "I forgot."
For reasons I wont go into now, we had discovered during yesterdays
peeking session that Todd was gay or at least we were pretty damn sure
he was.
"Youre right," I said to Marie. "I probably wont be able to get
Todd."
"Well," she said, "Danny and Jimmy are enough."
She looked me in the eyes.
"Id rather be watching you, anyway," she said. "I love your cock more
than anything else in the world."
"And I love you and your pussy," I said. "And that reminds me," I
added, trying to make myself sound angry, "The guys told me what you did
in the bathroom with my hairbrush. And with my goddamn TOOTHbrush. You
little slut!"
"Hey, you said you liked the smell on the hairbrush handle. I just
added to it with some more pussy juice. And as for the toothbrush, well,
while I was masturbating for the guys, I was thinking about the night
before, when I put my finger in your ass and smelled it. That really
turned me on, and I wanted you to be able to smell mine. I looked up and
took the closest thing I could find that would fit."
The conversation was getting me horny. Mom and Barb had left early to
go to some womens festival in town, so Marie and I had the house to
ourselves. We looked at each other for a second, smiled, and dashed
inside.
"Lets not do it in the bedroom this time," she said.
"What?"
"Lets do it on the couch. Right here. No one will know, and itll be
fun to play around in the same place that mom and Barb and our friends
sit."
She was right. That would be cool.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I want to cum," she said.
"I know you want to cum. So do I. I mean, how?"
I walked to the front door and made sure it was locked. Did the same
thing with the back door, as Marie thought about how wed get each other
off.
When I returned to the living room, she was naked.
"I want you to put your cock in my asshole," she said. "I want you to
fuck me in the ass."
My dick exploded. "Yes!" I said.
I had wanted to fuck Marie since wed started playing around two days
earlier, but Id been afraid. Afraid she might get pregnant. After all
the shit wed been doing, I know its stupid, but I hadnt been able to
get up the nerve to go buy a condom. I wasnt even sure they came in kid
sizes, like for my skinny four inches.
So wed done everything in the past two days we could think of EXCEPT
fuck. The thought of screwing her ass hadnt even entered my mind. What a
perfect solution to the pregnancy problem.
Before I could even drop my pants, Marie got on the couch in a kneeling
position, butt raised high and cheeks spread wide. I had read about this,
and knew Id need some Vaseline.
"Wait right there," I said. Ill be back in a sec."
I raced to the bathroom and got the jar of Vaseline. By the time I
returned, Marie was well on her way. She was rubbing her pussy and rocking
back and forth on the couch. I got directly behind her and started
smearing her crack with the green goop.
Slowly, I placed some at the opening of her ass, and gently I inserted
my index finger, pushing the stuff in. It made a slurping sound, and I
could see Marie contract her ass muscles. The hole got smaller, like it
was sucking the Vaseline in, and then wider again as she relaxed.
I put more in, and this time her ass contracted around my finger.
"Do that on my cock and Ill cum in two seconds," I said.
I started covering my dick with Vaseline. Mom and dad had had me
circumcised when I was born, so the head of my cock sat high up and
happily at the top of my shaft, like the hat of a mushroom. I smeared a
little on the lower edge of the rim, and then put the jar down.
"Cmon," Marie said, rocking more violently, "Put it in!"
I rested my palms on her beautiful white ass cheeks, spreading them
wide, and lay the tip of my dick on the opening to her ass. A shiver ran
across her whole body.
Slowly, I pushed in. She tightened up automatically, pushing me out.
"Relax," I said, "I cant do this if you close the hole."
She stopped rocking and concentrated.
"OK, try it now," she said.
A second time, I pushed the tip of my cock into the slippery hole. This
time it seemed to widen, inviting me deep inside. Half of my dicks head
was inside, then all of it, then an inch of the shaft, and then two
inches.
"Oh, God, Michael " Marie said. "It feel soooo good."
"Tell me what it feels like," I said, slowly moving in and out, and
adding a tiny bit more of depth with each push.
"It its like masturbating and shitting at the same time," she said.
"The best of both feelings."
I knew what she meant. Nothing beat the feeling of an orgasm, but
taking a giant dump came close. The rush that comes when a load of shit
finally whooshes out of your asshole cant really be described, especially
if youve been holding it in for a while, like during class or a movie.
It was similar to peeing after holding the pee in. These organs dick,
assholes, cunts what wonderful inventions, I thought to myself. Each one
of them can do things that make you feel so good.
Id been pumping for about a minute, and was not to the point where my
entire four inches were in Marie. I let my dick linger inside for a few
seconds and flexed it, so the width expanded a fraction.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Marie said. "Thats it. Do that again."
I did.
"And again!"
I did.
"Dammit, dont stop!"
I flexed three, four, five more times, all the while my full four
inches sitting deep in her ass.
She started to breathe heavily and then shook violently from side to
side. The motion scared me a little, but she was moaning with pleasure and
whispering, "Dont stop, dont stop, please dont stop," so I knew there
couldnt be anything wrong.
I was feeling my own eruption starting. From deep inside, a little
volcano was turning into a giant, and a second later, at my seventh or
eighth pump, I started squirting cum deep into her ass.
There was so much cum, it had no place to go but out, and out it came.
I remember thinking later that it really did resemble a volcano, with
thick white lava erupting from the pink and brown crater that was my
sisters gorgeous little asshole.
When there was nothing left to squirt out, and when Marie stopped
shaking, I slowly pulled out.
We both collapsed on the couch.
"I love you," Marie said. "I want us to fuck every day."
"And I love you, little sister," I said. "I want to fuck you every
hour!"
We tried to laugh but were so spent we could barely get a giggle out.
We lay there for 15 minutes, just listening to each other breathe.
Later, we managed to get up, dress, and clean up the stains on the
carpet.
I made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, with a glass
of milk and a chocolate chip cookie. I know this is silly, but I felt
married. Maybe you understand that, maybe you dont. Looking back, I
remember other guys my age telling me about crushes they had on girls in
school, and how they pretended to be married to them. Theyd lie in bed
and "make love" to their pillows and pretend they were talking lovey-dovey
to the girl.
This was the same, except Marie and I already lived together and had
started a real sex life.
"Lets go downtown and look at video cameras," I said. "We dont have
the money now, but we can see whats there."
"OK," Marie said. "Lets walk down and pretend were married."
Shit, I thought, we really are thinking alike!
We walked the mile or so to Center Electronics and went in. I knew the
owner Mr. Anthony, because he was the father of a schoolmate, a guy we
sometimes made fun of because his name was Anthony Anthony.
"Hi, Mr. Anthony," I said. "Hows Anthony?"
"Hi, Johnny. Hes fine. What brings you here? And who is this lovely
lass youre with?"
Marie blushed.
"This is Marie, my wi my sister," I said, catching myself just in
time. Marie giggled.
"Well, hello, Marie. Youre a beautiful young lady. What can I do for
you two today?"
"Um, we want to get our mom a video camera as a present. We wanted to
see how much they cost."
"For her birthday?" Mr. Anthony asked.
"Well, her birthday is next week," I said, "and well never be able to
get it by then, so no, not for her birthday. Maybe for Mothers Day," I
said. Thatd give us a couple of months to save up."
"What a nice pair of kids," Mr. Anthony said. "Well, we have about 10
different models. How much did you plan on spending?"
I did some quick calculating.
"Maybe $600," I said.
Mr. Anthonys jaw dropped. "Where are you kids going to get $600?"
"I started a lawn mowing business," I lied. "Im doing everyone on our
block, and it comes to about $100 a week."
"Well," he said, "$600 would buy about the best camera I have. It
focuses automatically and takes pictures in almost no light at all. Do you
think she needs one that good? I could sell you one for about $400 thats
really just fine."
"Uh, I think automatic focusing and that no-light thing would be
perfect for, uh, mom," I said.
I looked at Marie. She was stifling a laugh.
"Could you put one away for us, and well pick it up the week before
Mothers Day?"
Mr. Anthony looked me in the eyes and then at Marie and then back at me
again.
"Tell you what," he said. "How much money do you have now?"
"Only $30," I said, "but thats because I dont start mowing until
Monday after school."
He thought for a second.
"OK, look. Give me the $30 as a down-payment. I cant have your mom
co-sign, cause this is a present for her, so Ill just trust you. Give me
the $30, and promise to pay $100 a week, and Ill give you the camera
now."
My eyes doubled in size and I almost peed in my pants. Marie actually
did, but only a little, she said later, and not enough to show.
"Wow!" I finally was able to say. "Thats really nice of you."
"Now youll be able to give it to her for her birthday, instead of
waiting for Mothers Day."
"Right," I said. That, of course, had been the whole reason for his
generosity.
I reached deep into my pocket and brought out the ten-dollar bill and
the twenty singles. "Here."
He went to the back of the store and brought out a box.
"Let me show you how this works, Johnny," he said, "so you can teach
your mom."
Mr. Anthony gave us a half-hour lesson. The camera was incredible. You
could aim it in one direction and leave it alone. Whenever something moved
in front of it, the lens would automatically focus. That meant we could
leave the camera alone and not worry that our subjects would get too close
or too far away.
And, Mr. Anthony said, the camera was so sensitive it could take
pictures even in an almost-dark room. He said he once made a tape of his
little daughter sleeping, and the only thing on in the room was a night
light.
The camera even came with two batteries that would each last for a
couple of hours.
He put everything back in the box and then put the whole thing into a
shopping bag.
"Thanks a lot," I said. "Well see you next Saturday."
Marie and I walked for three blocks before we were able to talk.
"We can start taping right away!" I finally said.
"I know," Marie said. "Ive been thinking about that, and I want to cum
again."
"You always want to cum," I said.
"And you dont?" she joked.
Lets tape mom and Barb when they take their shower and do their thing
in the bathroom tonight," I said. "Then we can put the tape on in the
living room when were alone and fuck while we watch it."
Our pace quickened. I had to hold the bag in front of me anytime we
passed people on the street, so they couldnt see my hard-on.
Marie just walked, staring at the clouds and daydreaming. I thought I
heard her say "fuck my ass," a few times, but it might have been the wind.
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