



                                   JUNE - THE INCEST YEARS


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011




Chapter 5

"June?" I say as if I can't believe my eyes. She's stood there,
holding out the kitchen roll, and I'm there, naked and with
Jeff's spunk running down my legs.

"You've been busy, I see," she says, a slight smile on her lips.

"June, I... I..." I stammer, not really knowing how to explain my
appearance in the kitchen after obviously having just had spunk
pumped into me.

"Bend over the chair and open your legs," she says, and it's not
a request so I do as she says.

I bend down with my head on the seat of a kitchen chair, legs
wide open, and she drops to her knees behind me. When I feel her
tongue snake out and lick my anus, I jump slightly, but she
slurps at my bum-hole and I get the idea that she's cleaning it
with her tongue. The sound of her slurping and sucking me is a
definite turn-on, but the idea that she's swallowing Jeff's spunk
is mind-blowing. After a couple of minutes, I'm hard and she's
finished licking, so she dries me with the kitchen paper and I
stand up again, expecting the worst.

"Did you like what Jeff was doing to you?" she asks and I look at
her with a blank stare. 'How does she know I have Jeff upstairs?
How does she know what we did?' I ask myself but I'm mystified.
Her eyes are on me, waiting for my answer, and I feel like a
naughty schoolboy, then I realise that is exactly what I am.

"Well?" she says, and I know I have to come up with something.

"Yes," I say softly, my head bowed in front of my big sister.

She comes to me and hugs me, kissing me gently on the lips. My
dick is against her school skirt and I've just realised I didn't
come while I was with Jeff. Her kissing is making my dick start
to stir but she stops kissing me and sits me down on the chair.

"Do you love him, John?" she asks simply and suddenly I'm riddled
with guilt. If I say yes, I've betrayed her, but if I say no, I
look like a slut. Either way, I'm not going to come out of this
with much credibility. She recognises my dilemma and decides to
end my indecision.

"I saw you, John. I watched as Jeff fucked you. I listened as you
told him you loved him."

She knows! My head is down now and I'm on the verge of tears.
"It's alright, love," she consoles me, "I understand."

How can she understand? I love her deeply but I've just been
fucked by an attractive boy and I loved it! What must she think
of me now? I've let her down badly and I don't know if I can fix
it. The only option is the truth so I have to tell her.

"You know I love you, June," I say, "but with Jeff, it's
different somehow. He's bummed me and I love it. I don't know
what else to say. Are you mad at me?"

She plays with my hair as she soothes me again. "No, love, I'm
not mad at you at all. You'd better not let Jeff stay up in your
room. Tell him that he can leave by the front door so that we
won't have to meet face to face. You'd better take him a drink.
He'll be thirsty after all that fucking."

I blush and then take a Coke from the fridge, and then I go
upstairs with my dick swinging, still naked. I tell him that
we've been discovered, that my sister watched as he did me. He
panics until I tell him that she'll keep our secret, then tell
him to leave by the front door. As he gets dressed, I admire his
body, watching his cock as it disappears into his underpants. I
kiss him before I dress myself and then we both go downstairs to
the front door. True to her word, my sister stays in the kitchen.
Another quick kiss and he's gone.

Back in the kitchen, I sit on the chair again and June begins.
"You like sex with boys now, don't you, and you'd like more?" she
says. "What about men?"

"What about men? What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled.

"Would you like a man's cock instead of a boy's?" she asks.
"Would you like a man to fuck your bum?"

"I suppose so, if it feels lovely like Jeff's," I reply,
wondering why she's asking.

"OK, then. It's time to tell you about Mum," she says and sits
down opposite me.

"You were 7 when Mum left so you won't remember much. You
remember Mum was foreign, don't you? Well, she was Russian and
Dad was nuts about her. He was over the moon when she said she'd
live with him. He worshipped her, gave her everything. Then we
were born and Dad was so happy that his family was complete. She
loved him and they were together for 9 years before the upset
came. Daddy had a secret, it was a secret that he dared tell
nobody. Mum found out his secret and went to the police to tell
them because she was disgusted."

"What was it?" I ask and she silences me by putting her finger to
my lips.

"Don't interrupt, love, I'll tell you everything now. Dad's
secret was that he liked young boys for sex."

I'm gob-smacked at this revelation until I realise that I myself
have just had sex with a young boy. It must be different somehow,
but I can't just see how.

"Mum came home one day and found Dad with his cock up an
11-year-old boy's bum. She went berserk, shouting and slapping
him. The boy fled but Mum was so angry that she said she'd tell
the police what Dad had done. Then she slammed the door on the
way out. When she got to the police station, she was asked her
name and what she was alleging. No sooner had she given her name
than the officer invited her into an interview room. Once there,
she was arrested."

"Arrested? For what?" I ask, trying to take in all she's telling
me. This is crazy. Dad likes little boys and Mum's arrested?

"Dad didn't know about any of this but it turns out she was
wanted in Russia for crimes against the state. Some international
warrant thing was served on her. Appeals to the court came and
went and Mum was eventually extradited to stand trial. John, she
was jailed for 18 years!"

I go numb when I hear this and my ears are ringing. She pauses,
waiting for it all to sink in. June leaves her chair and she
cuddles me, rocking me back and forth like a baby. I'm bereft,
empty.

"I'm sorry, love," she says quietly. "I didn't know about it
either until Dad let it all out. It was when I used to comfort
him during the bad times after she'd gone. Dad wasn't going to
tell us until we were much older but he let it out while he was
drunk and I was cuddling him. He said not to tell you about it
but I think the time has come."

I'm nearly crying now while she's cuddling me but she continues
with the story.

"You know I've been having sex with Daddy for 5 years?" and I
nod. "And you watched that night as he licked between my legs?"
she asks and I nod again. "But you didn't see when he fucked me.
John, apart from the first time he fucked my pussy, he's fucked
my bum every time after that."

Why is she telling me this? The details of what Dad does to her?
I don't understand. She sees my confused face and explains
further.

"Every time he fucks my bum, he calls out your name."

What? I'm stunned. "You mean...?" I say, made dizzy by her words.

"Yes, John, he wants to fuck you, not me. He wants YOU underneath
him, YOUR bum full of his spunk."

This is too much for me. I can't listen to any more. "No, June,
that can't be right," I remonstrate, "You must be mistaken."

"You remember when Mum left, Daddy used to like to watch you
naked as you played? He'd keep you naked so he could watch your
little dick and that lovely bum. I'd help him by undressing you
at every opportunity because I knew he loved to see you. His cock
would get hard every time he saw you and he'd have to go to the
bathroom to masturbate. I'd put you on my knee, facing me, and he
loved it when I pulled your bum-cheeks apart so he could see your
little hole. I'd pretend it was all accidental, that I was
washing your little bum-hole with a wash-cloth. He didn't know
that I'd seen him keep looking at you and I didn't say anything
him. I just wanted to please him."

Revelations are tumbling out of her mouth and I'm having trouble
with what she's telling me.

"At night, when you were asleep, he'd come to your bedroom and
fold back your top cover so that he could see you. Then he'd
carefully pull down your pyjamas and he'd lick your little bum
and suck your little dick, wanking himself until he came. I used
to like watching what he did but he never knew I was there. When
he spunked up, I'd race back to his bed and then he'd return,
make sure I was still asleep and cuddle me, completely happy. It
made my 8-year-old pussy tingle when I watched him play with you
and I wanted to do it too but I couldn't let him know I'd watched
him."

June liked my bum too? Dad molested me when I was asleep? My
dick's stirring now as I picture Dad and June looking at my body
and admiring it.

"When I was 12, he fucked me for the first time and it was in my
pussy. I loved it, John, I loved his big cock. Every time after
that, he'd play with my bum and then he'd push his big cock in
there, and when he was almost cumming, he'd say, 'Oh John, I love
your little bum. Oh John, take Daddy's spunk' and he'd blast my
insides with his hot spunk, all the time saying, 'So nice, so
tight, Johnny.' He can't help it; it was the way he is. I didn't
mind because I loved his cock and he always got me off with his
tongue so wonderfully, and in any case, I loved him. And I love
you."

"Why didn't he come onto me?" I ask and she tells me, "He was
scared, scared of disgusting you like Mum had been. He's
terrified of his desires, John. He's the way he is and he's
scared of it. He did it with Gordon two weeks ago, you know,
Uncle Bill's son, the 10-year-old with the sandy hair? He let me
watch but I had to hide in the wardrobe. I couldn't keep my hands
off my pussy, love, as I watched him fuck the little boy. You
don't think I'm weird, do you?"

"June, after all you've been telling me, I don't know what to
call weird any more. I can't get my head around the fact that Dad
wants to fuck me. Are you absolutely sure? How do I tell him
yes?"

"I'll talk to him tonight, let him know I've told you
everything," she says and I'm relieved, although I don't know
why. "Meanwhile, would you like me to take care of you?" she
asks, nodding down at my crotch.

"Can we go upstairs? I ask and she leads the way upstairs to my
room.

As she undresses, I see her pretty knickers, almost transparent,
pink with tiny red roses, pulled tight into her crotch. Her
little bra is white and it covers the beautiful little breasts
that I love so much, and my dick is appreciating the sight of my
gorgeous sister, hardening as more of her flesh is revealed. When
she's naked, I take in the sight of her young body, her thighs,
her pussy that's almost bare and the tits with suckable nipples.

She watches me strip, licking her lips as my rampant stiff dick
throbs with my heartbeat, and she comes to me, turning me around
and feeling my bum with her hands. I feel a bit damp there and I
think some of Jeff's spunk is leaking from my hole again. She
pulls me to my bed and places me on my belly, legs apart, and
starts to tongue-fuck me, licking up more of the spunk that he
pumped into me earlier. Her tongue is so talented and she makes
me moan as I'm taken to the heights by her stimulation.

She breaks off for a second to whisper to me, "You're bum is
lovely, John. I can see why Dad wants you so much. Will you let
me suck Jeff's spunk out of you next time he does you?" and I
whisper back, "Oh yes, please. I'd love you to do that."

"Do you want to fuck me, love?" she asks and of course I do want
to. "I need your dick in my pussy, John. I want you to fill me
with love," she says and I'm in such a state of arousal that I'll
do anything she wants. "My pussy's all wet, love, soaking wet,
and it's all your fault. You make me want you. Feel me."

I turn over onto my back and my dick is hard against my belly. My
hand goes to her little pussy and my fingers run through the
wetness which continues to seep from her partially open labia.
She sighs at my touch and leans forward, bending to take my dick
into her warm wet mouth. As I caress her pussy, she sucks the
pre-cum from my pee-slit, tasting its saltiness. I want to taste
her too and shuffle us around so that we're top to toe, in a 69,
and she's on top.

My tongue tastes my sister's juices and I can see that her clit
has come out to play too. I place the tip to her little button
and a small scream comes from her throat, muffled by my knob
which is filling her mouth. I explore her labia and her bum-hole,
licking both with the enthusiasm of a boy who wants to mate with
his sister. She's moaning now, as am I, and I can't wait much
longer to begin the mating process.

She's surprised when I pull my dick from her mouth and roll her
over onto her back, and I rise above her, putting my dick to her
pussy-hole and pushing straight away. I plough into her, ramming
my dick as far in as I can and I fuck her, fuck her hard. There's
no gentleness now, no finese. We're rutting like animals and
she's groaning as I lay on her, panting in my ear. Her legs are
tightly clamped around my waist, her ankles crossed behind my
back, not wanting any possibility of my escape.

"Fuck me, John, oh fuck me, love!" she moans between gritted
teeth. I'm not making love to my sister, it's more like rape. I
pound her pussy, long strokes, short strokes, and I'm going to
cum, I'm going to pump my seed into June. She senses my imminent
orgasm and spurs me on.

"Yes, John, give it me! Fill me up! Pump your seed!" and the
feeling is there in my balls, my belly.

I thrust into her one last time and hold myself still, muscles
tensed, body rigid, as my dick begins to pulse. My head is
saying, 'I'm breeding my sister! I'm breeding my sister,' as I
pump my seed into her waiting womb. She's holding me tightly, her
arms around me forcing my chest hard against the tiny tits that
feel so firm against me.

"Yes, John, yes, fill me, fill me," she's almost screaming now
and her words send my senses into overload as my hot spunk spurts
into her. She kisses my face over and over and I'm kissing her
back, urgent in my passion for her.

"I love you!" I say through gritted teeth, feeling my dick
jerking, sending gob after gob of incestuous seed into her
welcoming womb. Her legs have tightened around my waist and my
arms are around her neck, holding her tight while I breed her,
making sure that she doesn't stop my rutting.

When my dick stops jerking, we lie still, arms and legs relax and
I leave my dick inside her to drain the last of my incestuous
seed into her hot wet love-tunnel. We kiss gently,
affectionately, without tongues, and our breathing becomes more
regular.

"I love you so much, June," I say, looking into her half-lidded
eyes, and she says, "Mmm, I love you too," squeezing me tightly
to demonstrate her love for me. We lie there in post-orgasmic
bliss, caressing each other with fingers. "That was lovely," she
says, nestling closer to my body.

I roll over, still holding her, so that we're face to face on our
sides. "You certainly took care of me," I say, smiling at her and
she replies simply, "My pleasure." This 13-year-old sister of
mine is wonderful.

My dick softens and is eventually pushed out by her pussy
muscles. She raises herself and takes my flaccid dick into her
mouth, licking it till it's clean and then kissing me so that I
can enjoy the taste of my spunk and her juices. When that's done,
I push her back down and lie between her legs, staring for a
moment at her juvenile pussy, still slightly open after our
coupling.

She's so pretty between her legs and I go down on her, my head
lying between her legs, licking the mess we've made and savouring
the taste. I taste my spunk again and the sweet taste of her
juices but my tongue wanders and soon I'm tickling her clitoris
with the tip. She jerks but holds my head there, letting my
tongue pleasure her. I'm so in love with this girl, my sister,
and as I lick, she starts to wriggle her hips and it's difficult
to hold her still. My hands are on her hips but her orgasm is
close and she begins to buck them, shuddering as she cums.

Her teeth are gritted as she makes a mewing sound, moaning as she
rides the wave, legs rigid and belly muscles tight as a drum. I
hold her hips tight, keeping my tongue on her sex, marvelling at
the strength of her cum and the leg muscles which clamp my head
so tightly. I look up briefly to see her face and her eyes have
rolled up into her head and her mouth is open, and she emits a
groan and, "Aghhh," as her cum continues.

It's almost a minute before her whole body relaxes and her bum
falls back to the bed. I can escape her death-grip on my head now
and I slide up to lie beside her, taking her in my arms and
kissing her lovely face. She looks beautiful in tranquility and I
feel so proud that I have been able to give her such feelings.
Her breathing slows down and her eyes open, and she says simply,
"I love you, John."

After a few minutes of cuddling, she rises and leans over me on
one elbow and puts her nipple to my lips. I take it between my
lips, tickling it with my tongue and then sucking on it, suckling
like a baby.

"That's nice, John," she says, moving stray bits of hair from my
forehead and then stroking it. She soothes me as she breast-feeds
me, looking lovingly into the eyes of her baby. She's toying idly
with my soft dick for a while but then the hand goes to the
breast that's feeding me, squeezing the flesh behind the nipple
as if to make her milk squirt into my mouth. Does she want to be
my lover AND my mother?

I see the love shining out of her and I feel happy, content and
satisfied. I hope she'll never leave me.



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