
                           The Box - Part 2
                               by Rider

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paedophilic sex.  If this offends you, please do not read it or
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Introduction:

In part 1, the protagonist is a 13 year old boy whose father had
died.  He finds a box of pornographic materials that his father had
apparently collected and, in the bottom of the box were a number of
videotapes of his father and his sister.  His 9 year old sister found
out about his stash, but was content to leave it with him and even
joined him to look at the videos.  She makes a startling admission
that she and their mother had killed the father, apparently because
of the molestation.

In this episode, we enter the world of abnormal psychology.  How
would a girl whose whole life had been spent engaging in sexual
activities with her father react after his death?

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At first, I was a little intimidated by what my sister had told me.
I could see that what my father had done was not right, and I
understood why my mother had decided to kill my father.  I could also
see that there wouldn't be any point in trying to "avenge" my
father's death.  I still loved my mother and my sister.

It seemed interesting that my sister, or my mother, didn't insist
that the box of tapes and stuff be destroyed.  It was, after all, not
only evidence that my father had abused my sister, but also motive
for murder.  I wondered if maybe my mother had forgotten about it, or
not considered how important it might be.  At any rate, it was mine
now.  And I spent a lot of time "reviewing the contents."

I admit that I spent most of my time viewing the tapes with my sister
and father in them.  I missed my father, and no matter how much I
watched the tapes, I couldn't believe what he did with my sister.
Being 13, I was also mesmerized by the sex.  I confess that I
jacked-off while watching the tapes, or reading the magazines.  Maybe
it seems weird to jack-off while watching your sister and father have
sex, but it turned me on.  I even began to think of my sister as
sexy.  Of course, I never told her that.  If I did, I thought I might
end up dead.  Well, the whole thing was just kind of scary.

Maybe I was trying to get closer to my father.  I don't know.  I
would watch the tapes and masturbate and whenever my father came, I
would try to come too.  Like it was me instead of him.  Pretty weird
I guess.

One day, though, I was in the attic, watching a tape from about three
years ago.  I got real comfortable, pulled my pants down to about my
knees, and got into the action.  The tape showed my sister sucking my
father's cock and stroking it with both hands.  She was about 6 years
old then and she really seemed to be working to make him cum.  He was
seated in a chair and she was on her knees.  I started stroking
harder expecting to cum in her mouth -- I mean I expected my father
to cum in her mouth and I was just going to cum.  Well, you
understand.  Anyway, she stopped sucking and stood up.  My father
rearranged the chair so that it was facing the camera.  My sister
then sat on his lap with his cock between her legs.  She started to
rub her hairless cunt on his cock while holding the head with her
hands.  My father was also humping and he was really hard!

"Can I watch too?"  I heard from behind me.

"Shit!  Don't you knock?"  I stood up to pull my pants up and
immediately hit my head on a rafter.  The pain was intense and
momentarily distracted me from covering myself.  I held my head and
just sat back down again.  There wasn't much reason to cover anyway
since she had seen everything.

She came and sat down next to me.  I was about to object because I
hadn't said she could sit down, but before I could speak she reached
over and grabbed my cock and started stroking it.  Her eyes were
glued to the screen (I had actually found a real projection screen in
the attic by then) so I just sat in amazement for a moment.  I saw no
reason to stop her, so I started watching the screen too.  My
father's cock was sticking up straight and I could see my sister's
hairless pussylips rubbing on either side.  The combination of the
visual of my sister stroking my father's cock and the sensation of
her hand stroking mine was too much.  My father started cumming on
the screen and it shot all over her flat chest, her belly, and even a
squirt onto her face which started dripping cum even as the final
squirts oozed over her hands.  I started cumming too, and I squirted
all over myself.  Even though my shirt was pulled up above my belly
button, it got messed up too.  I just about passed out from the
exquisite sensation, but my sister leaned over and put her mouth on
my cock and kept stroking.  She leaned her head on my belly which was
totally splattered with cum, and just kept sucking and stroking.

Well, needless to say, I didn't go soft.  I could feel everything she
was doing, but I couldn't see anything but the back of her head, so I
watched the film some more.  Evidently, she was watching the screen
too as she sucked and stroked my still hard penis.

On the screen, my sister was playing with my father's cum.  She
rubbed her belly with it until it was completely slick and shiny and
then started licking her fingers.  She took my father's cock and
milked some more out of the end, then scooped it up and put it into
her mouth with her thumb and forefinger.  Then she started stroking
him again, lubricated with his cum and looked directly into the
camera -- at me.  Her hands, her real hands, stroking my lubricated
cock while her mouth covered the head of my penis, must have felt the
same to my father.  Even though I had just cum a short while ago, I
knew I was reaching the point where I would cum again soon.

"I'm going to cum," I warned, but to no avail.  Her movements
continued deliberately, regularly, and without any indication that
she cared.  So I came in her mouth.  Maybe not much, but it sure felt
like a hell of a lot.

She sat up and I could see my cum smeared over the side of her face
that had been laying on my belly.  I was going to thank her, but she
just stared at the screen until it went blank and the tape ended.
Without looking at me, she just turned and left.

I didn't know what to think.  What if my mother saw that cum on her
face?  Why was she acting so weird?  If sex with my father was so
bad, why did she make me cum -- twice?

Downstairs, at supper, you wouldn't have thought that there was
anything different.  She had washed her face and was her usual perky
self.  We talked about ordinary things and it was as though our
little interlude in the attic had never happened.  Of course, I never
suspected anything was happening between her and my father before he,
um, died.  Consequently, I didn't feel all that comfortable despite
my pretenses.

My sister wouldn't talk about it.  When I would bring up the subject
and we were in private, she just wouldn't talk to me.  She wasn't
angry (that I could tell), but she would clam up or change the
subject.  She wasn't chilly towards me.  She just wouldn't discuss
anything to do with that.

It didn't stop her from "visiting" me in the attic though.  She
didn't ever knock, but I just stopped worrying about what she saw.  I
would just check to be sure my mother wasn't the one looking over my
shoulder.  Fortunately, that never happened.

Sometimes she would just watch the films or look through the
magazines.  If I had a hardon (which I did most of the time) she
either watched me masturbate (rarely) or helped me, mostly with her
hand, but sometimes with her mouth.

One day, something really different happened.  I was doing my usual
one handed jackoff while watching one of the 8mm films with my sister
and father when my sister walked in.  I knew she was there -- we even
exchanged glances -- but she just stood for a while.  I thought she
was just going to watch the film, so I ignored her.  Then suddenly,
she walked over and stood in front of the screen.  She was completely
naked.  She evidently hadn't been standing still.  For a moment, the
movie was projected onto her naked body.  There was my naked sister
on film sucking my father, the image projected onto my naked sister
in real life.  It nearly blew my mind.

Then she stepped towards me, and started to straddle me.  My dick was
as hard as it had ever been and it was looking like she was going to
sit on it, but then she sat with my dick between her legs.  She
looked up at me with a blank stare and said, "Daddy was right.  It
didn't hurt after the first time."

Before I could even think of responding, she lifted up, moved over my
cock, and impaled herself as deep as I could go.  I fucking couldn't
believe it!  I couldn't believe it would fit, either, but there it
was.  And Oh!  the sensation of warmth, moisture, enveloping my cock.
It was like I had been waiting my whole life for that moment.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned forward.  Our bodies
were in contact, but I still had a shirt on.  She started to move up
and down on my cock and her face was pressed against my neck.  Oh, my
God!  My virginity was gone.  I had lost it to my 9 year old sister.
How ironic.

I could hardly focus on the screen, but my sister was lying on her
back and my father had straddled her chest.  He was stroking his
cock, obviously intending to cum on her face, and she was looking up
into his eyes (which were off screen).  As the first squirts left my
father's cock and landed on my sister's wincing face on screen, I
shot into her warm smooth vagina repeatedly for real.  When I stopped
cumming (and apparently I was groaning as well), my sister stopped
moving.  On screen, her face was covered with cum.  Even her eyes.
My father leaned forward and inserted his still hard and dripping
cock into her mouth.

Suddenly, she started sobbing into my neck.  Her naked back bucked
with each sob and I could feel her cunt tighten around my cock as
well.  I stroked her bare back trying to comfort her, but I realized
that my 9 year old sister had just been fucked by her older brother.
I was beginning to feel guilty when she cried out, "I miss my Daddy!"
and then continued to sob relentlessly.

The tape ran out and the machine started clicking loudly, but I just
ignored it.  My sister and I stayed there for several minutes, body
to body, my cock in her cunt, and her crying.  Her sobs turned to
whimpers and then to silent tears.  It wasn't long before she began
to breathe deeply and relax totally in my arms.

My cock went soft, but her cunt was so tight that it stayed in place,
held there by a vacuum it would appear.  We slept like that while the
machine went on clicking.

My sister awoke with a start, and that woke me up as well.  We looked
at one another for a moment, face to face, and then she gave me a
rather chaste kiss on the lips before rising.  My cock pulled out
with a plop, followed by a wad of cum, and she stood, still leaking
cum down the inside of her thighs.  I watched as she dressed before I
pulled my pants up, turned off the projector, and went downstairs.

It was that night that she entered my bedroom after lights-out.  She
was wearing a more or less shear pink gown and panties which showed
her flat chest and generally shapeless figure, but she looked radiant
nonetheless.  She silently slipped into my bed (it was made for one)
and lay with her arm around me, her thigh on mine - and then went to
sleep.  With her head cradled against my shoulder, I put my hand on
her butt.  I could feel the curves easily through the thin fabric,
but I didn't rub or "explore."  I didn't think I was going to sleep
at all, but I apparently did because in the morning she was gone.

One day, I went upstairs and found that the box was gone.  The
projector and screen were still there, but no sign of the box or its
contents.  I was wandering around the attic aimlessly, looking for
some trace of it, but I realized that my mother, or possibly my
sister, had finally disposed of it.  I finally sat down next to the
projector and gave up.

I was rather depressed and self-absorbed at that moment, but I looked
up to see my sister.  As she looked around, I realized she had not
been aware of the disappearance of the box.  Instead of sitting down
or leaving however, she went to a far corner of the attic and
rummaged around until she brought out a machine.  It was an 8mm video
recorder still attached to a tripod.  Wordlessly, she set it down and
went back to that part of the attic, returning with several canisters
of tape -unmarked, and presumably unused.

Expertly, she set the camera up, put the film in, and turned it on.
And then she took off all her clothes and tossed them aside.  She
then walked over to me and said, "You need to get naked."  She helped
me undress and then we were both totally nude.  It was an
exhilarating experience.

She turned the camera towards me and started the film and then walked
back over to me, lay down and started massaging my already almost
hard cock.  She moved her head over my abdomen and put my cock into
her mouth and proceeded to suck and slurp.  Her face was towards the
camera, but it seemed she was looking at it.  My attention, however,
was focused on the sensation of her hand and mouth.

Suddenly, she rose and straddled me so that we were both facing the
camera.  She reached between her legs and grasped my cock, guiding it
to her cunt, and then sat down on it forcing it into her tight, warm
and moist vagina.  She began to move up and down, slowly taking more
and more into her cunt with each downward motion.  She settled into a
rhythm and I noticed she was staring into the camera.

I was just enjoying the sensations, but then she said softly and
unemotionally, "Fuck me Daddy.  Fuck your little girl."

I considered saying, "Hey, I'm not our father!"  but I didn't.  I
just let her go on fucking me.  I guessed she was reliving her
sessions with our father and I guessed that was her way of dealing
with his death.  Maybe she felt guilty.  Hell, at the moment, I
really didn't care -- I was about to cum.

And cum I did.  I came so much it started oozing around my cock,
coating her cuntlips with globs of cum as she continued to move up
and down.  She finally lifted up and the cum spurted and dripped onto
my cock and lower abdomen, but then she continued to straddle me
while she moved her cunt upwards on my body.  I was soon looking at
her hairless cunt oozing my cum as it dripped onto my neck.  "Lick
me, Daddy.  Lick your cum from your little girls cunt," she commanded
softly and without any apparent emotion, so I started licking her
between the labia and getting gobs of cum in my mouth -which I
swallowed.

Meanwhile, she licked my cock clean and put it in her mouth again.
She started to move her whole body so that it was difficult to keep
my mouth on her cunt, but my cock was going deep into her throat.
This was something I didn't even know she could do.  Even with my
cock so deep into her throat that her chin was against my pubis, she
never slowed her motions.  I couldn't tell, but I would be willing to
bet she was staring at the camera.  It wasn't long before I came
again, down her throat and into her stomach.  And she didn't stop
moving, or gag, or give any outward indication that she knew I had
cum.

Not that I cared.  Even after cumming twice I was still hard.  My
cock was quite sensitive at that point, but what the hell, her throat
was smooth.

Finally, she took my cock all the way in and just stopped.  I don't
think she was breathing, so I got worried after a while.  Finally,
she went limp and I pulled my cock out of her throat and rolled her
over onto her back.  Her face was slightly bluish, but as I looked,
she started to breathe again, and so did I -- a sigh of relief.  The
camera was still filming our actions, so as soon as I was sure she
wouldn't suffocate, I turned it off.

My sister just lay there for a while.  Part of me wanted to just fuck
her again.  She had already let me (or fucked me) and she wouldn't
know if I did anyway.

Well, that part of me won out.  I was still hard from before and the
sight of her laid out naked on the floor of the attic was extremely
erotic.  When I parted her legs, there was still cum even after all
my licking, but I didn't really care.  I put my cock at the opening
and slid in easily.  Oh, it was tight, but so well lubricated that I
went all the way in with one push.  Her legs were floppy, but I
wrapped them around my thighs and started humping.  I lifted up so
that I could see my cock going in and out of her cunt and the sight
plus the sensations made me cum one more time.

When I was done, I pulled out and sat back.  Her legs were widely
spread and my cum, less than before, continued to ooze out and formed
a puddle on the floor.  Partly to cover my action, but mostly because
I wanted another taste, I licked the hairless cunt and my cum until
it was clean.  I found an old rag and wiped up the excess and then
sat with her until she started to come around.

"Where are my clothes?"  she asked first.

"I'll tell you when you tell me what just happened," I replied.

"I don't know what happened.  I just came up here to look around.
Why are you naked?"

That struck me as a weird question since she had undressed me, but I
was beginning to think that she had been in some kind of trance, or
that the lack of oxygen had affected her memory.  I decided to try
the honest approach.

"You came up here, took off your clothes, took off my clothes, turned
on the camera and fucked my brains out.  Remember now?"

Tears formed in her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks as she sat
silently looking at the floor.  "I'm nothing but a slut.  I was
Daddy's slut for so long, and I guess I still am.  I'm sorry I
dragged you into this mess.  I didn't mean--"

"Now wait just a minute!  I wasn't dragged, I went willingly.  And
you're not a slut.  You're my sister and I love you.  Nothing you
could do would change that.  I was worried because you were calling
me 'Daddy.' Well, I'm not Daddy."

Despite her sudden bashfulness about her (and my?) nakedness, she
turned to me and put her arms around my neck and hugged me.  Although
it may have been the wrong moment, I couldn't stop my penis from
getting another erection.  It was like it had a mind of its own.
Holding her there, at that moment, I was the closest I had ever been
to my sister; perhaps not physically, but emotionally.  Physically it
wasn't bad either.

Without looking at me, she started talking.  "Daddy and I did things
for as long as I can remember.  I mostly didn't mind, but he would do
things without asking -- like he wasn't really thinking of me but
just sex.  I liked making him cum.  It made me feel powerful that I
could do things that made him feel so good.  And he made me feel good
too sometimes.

"I guess I really miss him.  And I miss the things we did sometimes.
Well, not all of it, but most of it.  Kind of like now.  I like being
close to you, and I liked being close to Daddy.  I didn't mean to
make you do things to me, but I just needed -- something."

She tilted her head back and looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you
for being my brother."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.  Maybe this was the time to
go back to being just brother and sister.  Maybe I should kiss her.
But she pulled away before I did anything.

As she pulled away, she looked down at my still rigid pecker.  Then
she looked back up at my face.  "Do you want me?"  she asked as her
hand found my cock.

I closed my eyes, trying to find the strength to resist, but I
couldn't.  It wasn't there.  "Oh, God, yesss!  I do want you."  I
thought about qualifying that by saying that we didn't have to do
anything, but...

The shock of the warm moisture of her mouth on my cock made me open
my eyes and what I saw nearly made me cum.  Her cute face was wrapped
around my cock as she lay on her side.  One leg was up and one of her
hands was rubbing her cuntlips.  There was nothing I could say.  This
really was my sister sucking my cock.  She wasn't using me to satisfy
some fantasy.  She wanted to satisfy me!

The urge to come got stronger and was reaching a critical level, so I
decided I'd better warn her.  "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum in
your mouth."

Her motions became even more vigorous; my cock went deeper into her
mouth and her rhythm picked up.  This was the last straw -- I had to
cum and there was no holding back.

As the first squirts of my orgasm entered her mouth and throat, there
was no change in her pace.  She just kept sucking and sucking until I
was completely through cumming.  She raised her head slowly and my
cock plopped back down onto my lower abdomen.  She licked it along
it's length and then licked her lips before looking up.

"If you want," she said, "we can do this again anytime.  Maybe we
could even try some different stuff.  Whatever you want to do, I'll
do it.  OK?"

"Sure, sis," I answered.  My imagination was soaring, but this was no
dream.  I could see that there were infinite possibilities and I
wanted it all.  For a horny 13 year old boy, this was the impossible
dream cum true.

I could hardly wait for next time, but for now we put on our clothes
and went back downstairs.  Tomorrow wouldn't come soon enough.

End of story

Rider in the Sky <Rider@nym.alias.net>

