Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad. Author: DDMarshall5285. Having just turned forty, I am having a midlife crisis. I quit my job. I sold my BMW 328 convertible and bought a Honda ST1300 motorcycle, full set of leathers, a helmet and backpack. The story is including of Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Male / Older Female genres.
Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad – Chapter 1
Author: DDMarshall5285
I put everything I did not need on my trip in storage, left my apartment in Boston on the day the lease ran out and headed west. I did not have any real plan but I had the whole summer to reach the west coast if I decided to go that far.
I was a prosecutor for the state and the last straw was when a dirt bag with a two page rap sheet that included four grand larceny counts, three assaults and two armed robberies walked because of a video his buddy took when the police officer punched his lights out. The part of the video where the dirt bag bit the officer and tried to rip his balls off before the officer was able to subdue him had mysteriously disappeared.
Local and national news ate it up and ran the video every hour for a week. The decorated officer after 18 years of service to the community lost his job and pension. A week later the dirt bag killed a sixteen year old girl in a failed robbery attempt. Her father, the store owner, literally blew his ass away with a 12 gauge shotgun.
They had to arrest the dead girl’s father for manslaughter because the dirt bag was already heading out the door and no longer posed a threat to him. Okay, so he shot him four more times after he was down. Maybe that was a bit excessive, or maybe not?
As I mounted my new bike to head out of the city I had a feeling of misgiving and spoke out loud to no one but myself, “God, I thought only men did crazy shit like this.”
The first couple of hours were painful and I thought I had made a big mistake. But once I got out of the stop and go city traffic and the surrounding suburbs I could start to feel the bike out and test its performance my mind started to clear. I started to reminisce of when I was a teenager and would ride my beat-up 1960 Indian Chief on upstate New York’s back roads alongside my big brother riding on his hog.
My brother Roger is a year and a half older than me and we often would ride out to a pond a few miles from our house. It was down some dirt logging roads and we would go swimming in the summer. We were a little naughty and would go skinny dipping every chance we got. That’s pretty much how I learned the difference between boys and girls. We never did anything incestuous. But he would always make me laugh when he got a hard-on and blamed me. To be honest I was not above teasing him a little.
We both started dating around the same time. A lot of the time we would double date and it was not unusual for him to be screwing his date in the front seat while I was giving my date a blowjob in the back seat. I know he would peek sometimes but I did not care. I peeked at him too. After we dropped our dates off we would laugh and make stupid comments all the way home about watching each other getting laid.
My brother and his family are my only living relatives and still live at the old homestead in upstate New York. He is a volunteer fireman and owns the local hardware store like our father did before him. To say I love my brother is an understatement. There was not a week that went by that I did not call him to make sure he was alright and to assure myself someone out there still loves me.
My last year at the County law office was hell for me. I turned into the office bitch. I could not even get laid because I was so angry with the system all the time that I scared men away whenever they would strike up a conversation with me. Kathleen Wilson was not a fun person to be around.
I was almost to the New York state line when I figured out exactly where I was going to go. I had to see my brother and tell him face to face that I had thrown my career away and was going to be a nomad until I could get my life back together.
It was almost 10:30 p.m. when I drove through my home town and took the cutoff to my brother’s house. I knew this road like the back of my hand. I took the bike up to 55 mph. That was 10 miles over the speed limit and not the smartest thing I had ever done considering I had not been on a bike for over 18 years. There wasn’t any moonlight to light the road.
All I could see was what the cone of halogen headlights showed as they cut through the darkness. Thankfully traffic was almost nonexistent and the white lines in the road had been freshly painted and helped me navigate the curves. For the first time in a year I felt alive and completely exhilarated about my day.
A rode up the long dark dirt driveway that led to the two story white colonial that I grew up in. I parked the bike and shut it down. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair and headed up the brick walk to the front door. I rang the bell and less than half a minute later the outdoor light went on and the door opened and my brother was standing there looking very surprised.
“Kate, what the heck are you doing here? How come you didn’t call? You rode a bike to get here! Come in, come in. Bobby, Carol. Kate is here.”
Once my brother got over his surprise he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, “I am so glad to see you.” Then it turned to concern, “Is everything all right?”
I held onto him a little longer than I usually do and whispered in his ear, “Everything is fine. I have something to tell you but it can wait till later.” Over his shoulder I saw my brother’s wife Carol coming out of the kitchen smiling and wiping her hands on a towel with their son Bobby trailing behind.
Roger let me go and I got more hugs and kisses from Carol and Bobby. Bobby took my gloves, jacket, helmet and backpack. Five minutes later I was sipping a hot cup of coffee and enjoying a slice of homemade apple pie as we all sat around the kitchen table.
After catching up on the latest family news I poured out my sad story and frustration with the system. Bobby and Carol just nodded and looked to my brother for a response. As I expected he was not judgmental and seemed sympathetic.
“Well Kate, it sounds like you will need a place to stay for awhile. Your old room is always available for as long as you want it. We changed the wallpaper but other than that it has not changed much.”
“Thank you, it’s been a long time since I was able to spend some time with all of you. I think I would like to stay for a few days to visit and maybe sort a few things out.”
“That’s great. Bobby, put your Aunt Kate’s bike in the barn.”
“Okay, dad.”
We talked until about 12:10 a.m. and I started to yawn. Carol announced that it was getting late and we should all call it a night especially after the long ride I had to get here. Carol always was the practical one.
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Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad – Chapter 2
Author: DDMarshall5285
I woke up to the sound of bedsprings and moans from the bedroom down the hall from mine. My dear brother and Carol were doing the horizontal mambo. It was no big deal, I had heard them before when I came to visit. I thought back to when Roger was dating Carol while I was in college. We double-dated quite a few times while I was on summer break. Carol was in the front seat with Roger getting it on while I was in the back doing my thing with her brother Mark. We do not have many secrets from each other.
Mark went off and got married during my senior year and put an end to our double dating. Carol made it plain she was not comfortable having men other than her brother being there while she had sex. She was concerned about her reputation and rightfully so.
I decided to get up and go down to the kitchen for a glass of water when I noticed Bobby’s bedroom door was open and his light was still on.
“You awake Bobby?”
“Of course. Who can sleep with those two screwing their brains out right next door?”
The interior walls in this old house were uninsulated and thin. I had to laugh as I stood in Bobby’s doorway, “They woke me up too. But it’s nice to know they still love each other so much.” I walked in and stood by Bobby’s bed.
Bobby put his book down and said, “Yah, they do. I don’t know what they would do without each other. I remember when I was little and did not have a clue about what they were doing. When I asked dad about it he told me, ‘mom’s back went out and I had to fix it.’ I believed him until I was fourteen. Mom’s back use to go out a lot back then. Still does, but not quite as often as before.”
“It must have been weird listening to them back then.”
“Not so much. I got used to it and if it started to get to me I would just…oh shit, never mind.”
I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers when I sat on the edge of Bobby’s bed and teased him, “And just what did little Bobby do to take his mind off his mommy and daddy screwing?”
Bobby reached under the covers and adjusted himself and said, “Cut it out Aunt Kate. And another thing, your legs are not helping the situation any right now.”
I got up and said, “Okay I will leave you alone. Have fun.” I left his bedroom and shut the door on my way out. I went down to the kitchen and got a glass of water and when I came back upstairs my brother and Carol’s room was quiet. I stopped at Bobby’s door and listened for a few second and thought I could hear the telltale sounds of my eighteen going on nineteen year old nephew spanking his monkey. I thought to myself, sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll give it a try.
I had been at my brothers for a couple of days and was able to relax with him and his family and it did me a world of good. I was starting to think of other things besides what a mess I had made of my life and stopped feeling sorry for myself. And yes, I was starting to think about sex.
Mark’s wife had passed away a couple of years ago and I remember him being a very attentive lover. Now that he is widower maybe we could be of mutual assistance.
Also in this series:
- It’s Good to be a Little Bad - Chapter 3 - 4
- It’s Good to be a Little Bad - Chapter 5 - 6
- It’s Good to be a Little Bad - Chapter 7 - 8
- It’s Good to be a Little Bad - Chapter 9 - 10
- It’s Good to be a Little Bad - Chapter 11 - 12
- It’s Good to be a Little Bad - Chapter 13 & final
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