Incest stories: You First. Author: KentonVK. Based on a dream I had last night. The place and people are fictional, so if you happen to have these names in this town, it doesn’t mean I’ve been secretly observing you for months. Where would you get a crazy idea like that? The story is including Fiction, Exhibitionism, First Time, Incest, Oral Sex, Teen Male/Teen Female theme.
Incest stories: You First – Chap 1
Author: KentonVK
I remember when we started doing it. It was the result of a conversation we were having, but I don’t really remember how we got onto the subject. Looking back, it doesn’t really seem like the kind of thing a brother and sister would talk about. But then, Jen and I have always been a bit unusual in that regard.
For starters, Jen and I were nine months apart, almost to the day. Our parents hadn’t ever come right out and said it, but they implied that, well, once Mom was back from the hospital with me, and she felt, er, “ready,” Dad got her pregnant again. The phrase they used was that Jen was “unexpected, but not unwelcome.” They’d always wanted two kids, they just didn’t know they’d be getting the second quite so soon.
So Jen and I have known each other all our lives, which I guess probably isn’t that unusual, but how we act is. A lot of other kids our age we know hate their brothers and sisters. They fight all the time, or hog the bathroom from them, and are never nice to each other or want to spend any time with them. That’s where Jen and I are different.
We’ve always gone everywhere together, done everything with each other. We never fought, not really. I mean, occasionally we’d have a good-natured teasing match, but we never meant any harm. I guess that’s not to say we did everything together; she had her friends and I had mine, but we were cool just being by ourselves, too. We were always just really comfortable around each other, I guess you could say. And I guess that’s where the whole thing started.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My name is Shawn Baxter. This happened when I was fifteen. I went to West High School (go Dust Devils) in Springfield, Colorado. My sister Jen is, as I said, nine months younger than I am, but because of when her birthday is she fell into one of those weird school enrollment rules and she was in the same grade I was.
Maybe that’s why we’re so close, or at least one of the reasons, because while we weren’t often in the same class, we had a lot of the same teachers and subjects, and had overlapping circles of friends. Anyway. At the time, I was lean, but not because I played sports or whatever, it’s just the way I turned out. I was a bookworm, actually; I read a lot, mostly fantasy and sci-fi books I got from the school library.
Jen was… well, if I was lean, then Jen was skinny. When this happened she didn’t have much in the way of womanly curves, if you know what I mean. She’s a little shorter than I am, and her hair leans towards blonde which she keeps curly. I take after Dad, so my hair and skin are a bit darker, and hers is smooth and… well, not pale. Fair. Anyway, she was more the artsy type, with a rising interest in cameras and photography. She was dying to get into the photography class at school her freshman year and couldn’t, she sulked for a like two weeks.
Our parents both had good jobs. We were a pretty average middle-class family, I guess. Our house was two-story and about five or ten minutes from school by car, depending on traffic. Our rooms and our bathroom were upstairs, and between them we had a kind of den, a sort of half-room next to the stairs. We had a couch up there and a TV.
It didn’t have the cable hookup, but we had game systems and video players, so we were fine staying up there most of the time. The upstairs rooms sat above the garage; we called it our “early warning system.” Mom and Dad both got home about an hour and a half after we got home from school, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to leave us home to run errands on the weekends. When they came home and hit the automatic garage door, you could hear it in almost any room in the house, and the den’s floor would vibrate.
If we still had dishes to take down, or trash to pick up, or anything else our parents asked us to do and hadn’t done yet, that garage door let us know we had approximately a minute, minute and a half to do it. It was great if we had to hide anything from them. It’s not like we were bad kids, but I think every kid has those things they’d rather their parents not know about, right?
Which kind of brings me to my story. Where was I?
As I said, I don’t really remember how we started talking about it. I guess she must have had a discussion in health class or something. But somehow, we started talking about… well, not really sex, I guess. More like leading up to sex. Basically, Jen said something to the effect of not understanding how anyone could be comfortable being naked in front of someone else.
I remember pulling a weird face at her for that. “What? How can you say that?” I had only glanced at her briefly. In typical Saturday fashion, we were upstairs in our sweats, and I was playing a game on our TV. Most of the time she was next to me on the couch, watching. And she was fine with that. Occasionally she would play as well, but she claimed video games weren’t really “her thing.”
Anyway. “I just…” She made motions with her hands, trying to express her feelings and get the words out. “I don’t know. I don’t understand how people can possibly be comfortable naked. Especially when someone else can see them.”
“What? What does that even mean? How can you not be comfortable naked? It’s like the least restrictive state of dress.”
“Eww, no! You’ve got to have something on.”
“Not all the time! What about when you’re married, huh? Or even before that, if you get a boyfriend and you’re making kissy faces in the back of his car up on the ridge overlooking the city-“
“What decade is this little scenario taking place in?”
“-and you decide that this is it, I’m going all the way with this guy. Or whatever the situation may be, Miss I-Don’t-Have-An-Imagination. My point is you gotta be naked to have sex with someone.”
She looked uncomfortable and kind of shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s hard to imagine.”
“What about in gym class? You change in the locker room, right?”
She hit me with one of the couch pillows, but she was laughing. “I am not giving you the details of what goes on in the girls’ locker room, you pervert.”
“Hey, watch it, this is a tricky jump.”
“Sorry,” she said, and let me concentrate on my game for a few seconds. “The locker room is different.”
“What? How? You’re getting naked in front of someone. Not just someone, but multiple someones. That doesn’t bother you?”
“It’s different,” she insisted.
I knew she’d say that. I had baited the trap, and now I sprung it. “Aha! So there are situations in which you are comfortable being naked around other people. It’s just a matter of circumstances. Is that what you’re saying?”
“I- Um. Shit. Shut up!” She punched me lightly in the arm.
“Hey! Just for that, I’m not going to help you.”
“ ‘Help’ me?”
“Yes. I, being the awesome and charitable big brother that I am, was going to help you with your little problem, but now you’ve got to deal with it yourself.”
“Oh whatEVer.”
“All on your lonesome. Had an idea and everything, but it’s gone, now. Bye bye, great idea!”
“Shawn, come on.”
“No, I’m serious. This seems like something that’s bothering you, and as your big brother I am willing to help.”
“It’s not bothering me that bad.”
“Okay, suit yourself.”
She was quiet for a while after that, and just watched the screen, while I negotiated the narrow rafters and swinging platforms of one of the game’s hidden areas.
“What’s your idea?” she finally said.
“Oh, now you’re interested?” I grinned.
She stuck her tongue out at me, but then leaned over and wrapped her arms around my chest and leaned her head on my shoulder as she gave me a hug. “I’m sorry I hit you,” she said, and kissed my cheek. “Will you tell me your idea?”
I looked down at her and nodded. “Sure.” I paused the game and she sat back from me, crossing her legs to face me fully. “So, it sounds like it’s not an issue with being naked, it’s being comfortable. Something about being naked makes you uncomfortable. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“What about when you’re by yourself? Like when you go to take a shower? Does that creep you out?”
She shuddered a little. “Yes. I don’t even like undressing where I can see the mirror. I feel like someone’s watching me.”
“Okay, well, seems to me that what you need to do is be naked in a situation where you’re normally comfortable, and eventually, being naked won’t bother you so much.”
She screwed up her face and gave me a weird look, but after a moment, she said, “I guess that makes sense.”
“All right. You’re comfortable here with me, right?”
She got where I was going with this. “Shawn, I don’t-“
I raised my hands to stop her, cutting her off. “Hut-tut-tut-tuh! Just hear me out. I’m your big brother, right? You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, or embarrass you, or anything like that. Not really. You’re my little sister, and I want to take care of you. I want to help you. Someday, you’re going to find a guy you really like, and I don’t want you to have this hangup and mess things up.”
She still looked skeptical.
“Look, I’ll even do it with you, just to show you there’s nothing to be scared of. All right? Mom and Dad are out. They never have to know. No one does. It’ll just be between you and me.”
Her eyes went rolled back and forth as she thought, her forehead wrinkled. She was trying to figure out if I was playing some kind of trick on her. “You won’t tell anyone?”
“Not a soul. Not for as long as I live.” I held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“You aren’t in Scouts.”
“I’ll swear by them anyway.”
She still looked uncertain, but after a few minutes, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“All right.” I gestured to her. “Go ahead.”
She seemed to shrink, hunching over herself defensively. “You first.”
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