Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the
content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely
fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex
between minors offends you, please leave now.



Summary: A girl catches her little brother reading a dirty
magazine and taunts him about it.

(fb, incest, mast, pedo)



  It was 11:37PM on a Thursday night. Alan was under his red
sheets, looking at a magazine. He was lying on his side, with the
book on the bed and a thin, yellow flashlight in his left hand.
With his right hand, he was stroking his hard-on through his gray
gym shorts.

  Alan had short, black hair and brown eyes. At ten years old, he
was a slim, dark-skinned boy. Because it was a hot night, all he
wore to bed was a pair of shorts.

  Alan's older sister, Sylvia, who was just coming out of the
bathroom, peeked through his ajar bedroom door. Her eyes were
also brown, and she had small freckles on her cheeks. Her red
hair was tied into a ponytail with a purple ribbon. She was
wearing a purple bra, holding back a lot of visible cleavage, and
purple panties, which tightly hugged her plump ass. Her long,
shapely legs faintly smelled of lotion.

  The light that was coming from under the sheets caught her
attention. As she peered a bit closer into the dark room, she
noticed several steady movements. Out of curiously, she silently
opened the door wider and quietly paced toward the bed.

  Under the thin sheet, Alan's hand was in his shorts, as he
stared at an image of a dark-skinned, short-haired woman on her
knees, holding an unhooked, pink bra over her breasts. The
green-eyed woman's tongue seductively hung on the side of her
mouth.

  Sylvia grabbed the sheet with both hands and swiftly pulled it
off. Alan looked up in shock and pulled his hand out of his
shorts as fast as he could, though not fast enough for his
sister's eyes. He turned the flashlight off and hid the porno
under his pillow. The moonlight that shone through the open
window behind the bed allowed him to see her face.

  "What were you doing just now?", Sylvia asked, knowing the
answer to that question.

  "N-n-nothing!", Alan stammered. His heart was beating fast and
his hands were shaking.

  Feeling her way across the room, Sylvia walked back to the door
and flipped the light switch. The ceiling light, which hung
between the TV and the bed, illuminated the room. Quickly, Alan
sat up and attempted to mentally dissolve the tent in his pants.

  The room had gray walls and a wooden floor. Alan's bed was in
front of two windows and was facing the door. The bed had a white
pillow and a brown headboard. Directly in front of the bed was a
black, RCA TV. To the left of the door was his closet, which had
two sliding doors.

  Sylvia stepped toward the bed. Her brother's eyes were locked
on her jiggling, C-cup breasts, which threatened to slip out of
the obviously too-small bra. He licked up the short string of
drool when she stood at the bedside.

  "So, what do you have under your pillow?"

  "I didn't hide anything under there", he said, without
thinking.

  In a swift motion, the girl lifted the pillow and snatched the
magazine. The cover had a few silhouettes of women posing in
front of a sunset and the word "Chixxx" was above them in bold,
white letters. She opened it and looked at the first page in
disbelief.

  "I don't understand why these women-- these sluts-- do these
things!", she said in mock annoyance. "They have no shame and
they're an insult to the many intelligent ladies of the world!"

  She continued to scan the dirty book while Alan sulkily awaited
a punishment.

  "This magazine is so disgusting. 'Loose Lucy'? Look at this
woman, two dicks are fucking her pussy at the same time!" She
showed him the centerfold of a dark-haired woman on a couch in
the doggystyle position with a brown-haired man lying underneath
her and another man standing behind her. Slowly, Alan's dick
began to stiffen as he looked the dirty picture up and down. She
brought the mag back to herself and turned the page.

  "Assie? Her name has a cuss word in it!" She turned the
magazine to him, letting him see a blond, green-eyed Australian
woman with her back turned. Assie was smiling over her shoulder
while peeling her black thong-- the only clothes she had-- off.

  "Were you playing with this", she flickered his crotch with the
back of her right hand, causing him to flinch, "while you were
'reading' this filth?" Alan was so embarrassed that he was
thinking about running out of the room.

  Before he could even try to, Sylvia pushed him on his back and
pinned him there with one hand on his chest. Holding the right
page of the magazine in her right hand, she lifted her long,
right leg and stretched it over the side of the bed. Next, she
put her other leg on the other side of the bed, straddling her
little brother's lap. Removing her hand from his chest, she held
the magazine in both hands again. As the looked at the images,
she slowly grinded herself on his hardening dick.

  "Hmm. What else is in here?", she said, nonchalantly. She
thumbed through the book and found a centerfold of two, blond,
blue-eyed twins. The nude models were kissing, while fingering
each other's cunts. She showed him the two pages and grinded
faster.

  "Please don't let her know. Please don't let her know", Alan
chanted in his head. Such close contact with a female, combined
with Sylvia's outfit and looking at the Chixxx models, was making
him very uncomfortable. His dick grew and twitched underneath
Sylvia's pussy.

  "Well, what do we have here?"

  "Nothing!", he denied.

  Obviously not believing him, Sylvia leaned over him and placed
her hands on either side of his head. She moved her ass back and
forth on his lap even faster than before.

  "Uh-uh, that doesn't feel like nothing." She got off of him and
stood on the side of the bed. Alan's shorts had a small tent in
them. "We-ellllll", she teased, "what happened here?"

  Suddenly, Sylvia grabbed her brother's shorts and yanked them
down. His white briefs also fell, sliding off his hard dick,
making it roughly fling out. Alan's three inch cock pointed
towards his sister as she looked on. With the tip of her right
index finger, she pressed his dick to the side, resting the head
on his left thigh, before taking the finger away and letting it
flop back to its pointing-straight-up position. He gasped when he
touched her. Her attention then turned back to the magazine,
which she skimmed through.

  "Would you like this girl to come out and play with you?", she
taunted, holding the tops of both pages, which showed a nude,
shoulder-length-haired, African American woman in multiple poses,
in front of herself.

  Alan took a breath and turned his head to the right. Sylvia got
into bed, on her knees, and quickly placed the open book in her
brother's face. She giggled when he slapped it, wrinkling the
right page, where the model happened to be bending over, showing
her round ass.

  On the left page, there was a closeup of the model's face, pink
tongue licking the side of her purple-lipsticked, upper lip. With
the right pages wrapped around the left, Sylvia held the image of
the model's face in front of her own. Loosely, she wrapped her
left hand around Alan's dick without touching it. Still not
touching his dick, she moved her hand up and down, as if
masturbating it.

  "Oh, yes! Ooh, Alan! Alan, fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Oooh! You're
making me so wet!", she panted seductively from behind the
magazine, pretending to be the "Chixxx" model.

  By now, Alan's face, which was staring at her hand, was
darkening to crimson. He wanted her to touch him... he wanted her
hand to grip him while moving up and down like that. He was
actually turned on by his own sister. Sylvia knew this, and she
hopped off the bed, walked a few feet away, and faced away from
him. Slowly, she undid her purple bra and let it drop to the
floor.

  "Oops", she squeaked, without turning around. She bent over,
pretending to pick it up.

  Alan's eyes were glued to his sister's butt. The very beginning
of her crack was exposed at the top of her waistline. He fought
the urge to play with himself right there, while she wasn't
looking. Intentionally, Sylvia swayed her butt from side to side
while her right hand traced along the edges of the cups of her
bra. Picking the bra up, she pushed her ass backwards and raised
her upper body until she was standing up.

  Then, Sylvia spun around so fast, her breasts flew to the side
and quickly jiggled back in place. Alan's mouth opened as he
looked at his older sister's bare chest. Two mounds, topped by
dime-shaped, dark brown areolas were hanging out of the front of
her athletic torso.

  "Nice, aren't they?", asked Sylvia. Starting at her upper
chest, she slowly ran her fingers over herself, sinking her
fingertips lower and lower until she reached her brown areolas.
She pulled her nipples as far out as she could, her breasts
moving along with them. She then mashed her tits together and
rotated her hands while squeezing her tits.

  Sylvia's hands went down even lower, until they reached her
purple waistband. Her thumbs went inside and she began to dance
like a stripper. Slowly, her hips swayed from side to side. With
her hands up high, she slowly spun around, seductively swinging
her hips.

  Sylvia hooked her thumbs into her panties and paced back and
forth, crossing one leg in front of the other as she took a step.
Bit by bit, her panties slipped off, exposing a little bit of
skin at a time. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth and
seductively went over her upper lip as her panties went down to
her thighs, knees, then her ankles. Next, she slowly stood up
straight, with her legs together, and kicked her panties of her
right foot, sending them flying toward the bed, and hitting her
brother right in the face. For a brief moment, Alan could smell
his sister's aroma on the final piece of clothing that covered
her, which was now at his side.

  To Alan, the room felt like an oven as he gawked, open-mouthed,
at his now-nude, older sister. Grinning, Sylvia put her hands on
her hips and posed, with a bent, left knee. After a while, she
dropped her hands and walked over to the bed. Alan's eyes (and
crotch) were focused on the girl as she sat on the edge, with her
legs crossed.

  "Do you like what you see little brother?", she asked, huskily,
tracing her fingers along her left leg, which was crossed over
the other. "How about a closer look?"

  In a swift move, Sylvia was once again on Alan's lap, the two
of them in their birthday suits. She held his thin cock and
pressed it to her cunt until it slipped inside.

  "Aah", Alan moaned. His dick was now inside his big sister's
cunt.

  Fiercely, Sylvia bounced up and down, talking dirty and rubbing
her little brother's chest and shoulders.

  "You like it little brother? You like fucking me like this?"
Alan remained speechless.  "Yes! You love fucking me! You love
sticking your dick up your sister's pussy! Nasty little fucker!"

  Roughly, Sylvia rotated her hips from side to side, and up and
down. Her hands rubbed Alan's arms up and down, before grabbing
his wrists and placing his hands on her hips. With her hands on
top of his, she put his hands on her tits.

  "Here, play with them."

  When Alan didn't move, she made him squeeze her tits. She then
made him rotate them.

  "Ah... ahh... ohh... oh, Sylvia, stop!"

  "What's wrong, too hot for you? You gonna cum? Huh? You gonna
cum? Let it go! Cum in my pussy, Alan! Cum for me!"

  Sylvia's ass loudly slapped against Alan's knees, making her
breasts bounce around, wildly. She rubbed his ribs up and down
with both hands. His hands were by his side.

  Alan shut his eyes and opened his mouth wide. Eventually, his
body went stiff and his cock pulsed inside Sylvia's snatch. After
the second kick, his eyes shot open and looked at his sister's
mischievous face. The third buck of his hips made him lift his
head up. Two more pulses sent his head crashing down to his
pillow.

  Finally, Sylvia stopped bouncing, and got off the bed. With his
eyes still closed, Alan laid on his back, completely still, with
his head tilted to the right. She smiled and picked up her
clothes. When she reached the doorknob, she took a final look at
her brother.

  "Sweet dreams, Alan", she grinned, before flipping the light
switch and closing the door.

