Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2016 09:27:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: If You Insist

If You Insist, a Short Story

Bisexual Incest -- Adult/Youth
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For the guy that always thinks about fucking his sister.


Fuck you. You would have caved too. You are probably thinking no way would
I have fucked my own sister. Especially not a teenage virgin. Well; I
resisted, but she insisted.

Like most brothers, I looked away, and pretended not to notice she was
developing big tits and a great ass. That her body was on complete display
early in the mornings around the house. And me, a guy that wakes up with
his dick in his hand. Truly. I wake up with a hard-on and it is not just
because I have to pee. I have been this way since I was 15. I love that I
can jerk off in the privacy of my own room. Yes, I am 19, but masturbation
is something I enjoy and do almost every day, and frankly sometime several
times a day when I'm feeling horny and the girlfriend is not an option.
Don't laugh, but I can beat off in less than 5 minutes with the right
motivation.

And, the motivation was right in front of me, although I tried to deny it
to myself, telling myself that I was immune to it. She caught me looking
one day. She wore a tee that showed her titties, and I got hard. I placed a
pillow on my lap to cover my erection, but when I looked up she was smiling
and I knew she had seen it. I felt myself blush. I mean I can actually feel
myself turning red, and that day it felt red from my neck all the way to my
face. She laughed. I had a boner because of her and she found it funny.

I don't think she was teasing me intentionally so that she could seduce
me. More to the point, she was practicing being sexy. At 17 she was too shy
to dare to go out looking like a slut, so she did it at home, using me as
her sounding board. She wanted to gage my reaction to what she was wearing,
and at times she was wearing almost nothing. Seriously. My parents will
sometimes work on Saturdays, and one particular Saturday she was wearing a
skintight camisole that came down just short of her stomach, and yellow
shorts, the kind made out of towel material. I turned my back on her when
she came into the kitchen, but I would see her reflection in the window.
Oh, I noticed alright, and she not only knew, she took advantage of my
noticing. It was as if my getting hard was her verification that she looked
sexy.

And I got hard-ons. I would go off to beat off and every time I was
thinking of her.  Those fat titties, that firm ass. In my mind, we would 69
with that fresh, young pussy all wet and musky. Or, I imagined holding down
her head with my fat cock choking her throat. I would have these incredible
orgasms, the kind that I had to grid my teeth so as not to cry out, or make
any sound. But she knew. I'd come out of my room and she would have this
little smile on her face, and off she would head to change into something
else, something just as provocative, if not more so.

One day she wore what I came to think of as her Hooters' Outfit. A tank top
tee tide behind her back, only she was not wearing a bra. And in lieu of
shorts she had one a flared skirt. She would actually twirl so that I could
see her panties; crotch, ass. For the first time, I understood why they
call the top of a pussy a camel toe. She was watching music videos on TV
and dancing very suggestive. I though this is what strip-clubs must be
like. By the way, I had learned not to wear jeans around the house as they
were too tight for my erection. It was painful, and so I took to wearing
gym shorts. And even with briefs under the gym shorts, my cock was on full
display. The day she danced I was so captivated I forget to cover my
hard-on and just stood there and watched her gyrations. She swayed her
hips, leaned toward me so that I could see her cleavage, and then turned
away and bent all the way over so that I had the most enticing panty shot
from the back; it was just this little piece of yellow material on display
between her legs, as if buried into her pussy lips.

When I reached down and subconsciously squeezed my cock she breamed.

On another occasion, she was laying on her bed on her stomach with the door
open wearing a pajama top but not the pants. The top of her pajama was high
up so that I could see her back and her brief type satin panties that
looked stretched out over her fine ass. I stood there and watched for
several minutes my cock throbbing. She looked over her shoulder at me and
when she turned I realized her top was not buttoned and I could see one of
her breasts almost completely. She said she wanted me to see something
holding her magazine up to me. I just stood there like a zombie, thinking
about the fact I might come in my shorts, and not really focusing on her
magazine. I had to ask her what she wanted because I was completely
confused about what she was saying or what I should do. She asked me to
come closer.

I got right next to the bed and she asked me to sit down. My mind said no,
but then I saw her notice my hard cock and I decided sitting would help
cover it up. I sat and had no idea what she was saying until she asked me
to rub her back. She was so soft. And smooth. So, so smooth that when my
had moved down to her back I felt it would go all the way down between her
legs. The small of her back was just an indicator of where my hand was
headed, and when I reached the panty line I forced my fingers to stop, in
spite of the fact that I noticed she spread her legs for me. I leaned right
next to her ear and told her we couldn't. My voice husky with desire and my
cock pointed at her hip.

I went to my room, got into my bed and did all kinds of things to her in my
mind while I blew a load all over most of the bed and my body. I pulled my
underwear up and as I drifted off to sleep I felt like a jerk for not
having fucked her, and like a pervert of wanting to fuck my own sister. In
the morning, I woke up and asked myself: Did I really fuck her?  My dream
was so real I was not sure if it had happened or if I had just dreamed
it. I was wearing my underwear and was covered with cum from jerking off,
that I decided her coming into my bed nude, and riding my cock while I
fucked her deep in her pussy, my hips coming off the bed. Her so soft and
firm, and smelling like scented shampoo was just a dream. I got up
showered, and went into the kitchen and there she was, wearing a tee shirt
that came down just below her crotch, and I wondered if she was wearing
panties...or not.

The first time I fucked her was better than I could ever dream it would
be. We fucked standing up, then sitting down, then on the floor, then on
the couch, and then finally in bed. We started early in the morning, and
when I took her into the shower with me it was 2 in the afternoon.  That
day when I was in the kitchen looking for something to eat, she walked in
looking like Spring. Freshly showered, wearing a robe loosely tied. She
came up to me and said good morning, and hugged me. I hugged her back, and
just like that my hand went under her robe. She was nude under it.  She
slipped to robe off her shoulders and I melted. I pressed my cock against
her, and when she kissed me on the mouth her lips were wet and her tongue
was pushing into my mouth. I felt her hands pulling down my shorts and
briefs, and my cock springing loose, aimed right at the top of her cunt.
She raised her knee to my hip level and I slipped my cock into her.