I waited for her to continue. “Like?”
“Like all those people down south, those southern backwater hicks into the whole incest thing with their families… you ever wonder what the big deal is?”
“Huh?” I mumbled.
“I mean, it’s like a thing. Consensual incest. Like it’s not upfront in public for the world to see, but it happens, you know? Not just deep south, but like all over the world, with all different kinds of people, probably as long as humans have been around.”
“Does this have a point?”
“I’m asking if you’ve ever wondered what the big deal about it is. It’s not like it’s singled out to some freak show family. All these people have been doing it. And they KEEP doing it. There’s obviously something to it for them.”
“Well, it’s sex. Sex genuinely feels pretty good, just as an act in and of itself,” I shrugged. “Can you imagine the offspring from all those people? That’s why they look the way they do.”
“Okay, genetics and reproduction aside,” she stated. “They’re obviously finding these family members somewhat attractive and breaking the barrier that the rest of us “normal” people keep up.”
“You are like the worst person I’ve ever known of getting to any kind of comprehensible point.”
She huffed a short breath, thinking for a second. “Okay. It’s like eating some weird animal. Like a frog. Have you ever eaten a frog?”
“Hell no.”
“Exactly. Too weird to think about, but how do we know that frog isn’t the best-tasting thing in the entire world? It’s like incest sex. It’s wrong, it’s forbidden, it’s illegal, but how does anyone know it isn’t the best kind of sex in the world?”
“That’s being subjective. Any sex can be great. What would make incest sex any better aside from the psychological excitement of it being taboo?”
“Because maybe there’s something beyond psychological that makes it that way. Like maybe it’s chemical or biological. Having sex with a blood relative might literally feel better BECAUSE of the blood relation.”
“I have sex with my own blood self all the time and it’s nothing too special,” I jokingly stated.
“It’s not like there are scientists off in labs conducting these tests and interviews with incest couples.”
“You’re… kinda starting to weird me out a little.”
She huffed another breath and lay back a little, prying the towel away to drop it on the floor as she rubbed her face. “Sorry, I’m just… I guess I’m bored, I’m buzzed, I’m horny and unbelievably sitting on the same couch in some kind of Twilight Zone voluntarily butt-ass-naked with my brother, and my body can like, sense, and see you, and it’s saying, “Yo woman, there’s a dick over there. I’m totally hungry and you’re ignoring my needs”. But my body doesn’t know you’re my brother.”
“Your body says “Yo woman” to you when it’s horny?”
“Shut up, idiot,” she blurted. “You know what I mean.”
“Well, uh, not really. It seems to me what you’re getting at is that you’re curious about… incest?”
“Nooo,” she groaned, slightly annoyed with the situation and not necessarily herself. “Not saying THAT. I’m just curious about the topic. You know I get too analytical when I’m drunk. Haven’t you ever… thought of it? Like honestly. Just for a second. Like a flash in your mind. Like with one of our aunts, or cousins, or mom, or somebody? I’m not trying to judge.”
I sighed and set the remote down. “I mean… I don’t know. Maybe, like, a flash. Just like you’d think of what it would be like to jump off a skyscraper, or get shot. Just a momentary thought of not doing it but what it would be like. Like if someone was mad and told me to go fuck my mother, my brain signals would quickly interpret a literal image of that before my rationality would knock it away and forget it.”
“So you’ve thought of mom?” she wondered with a smirk.
“I didn’t say that. That was an example.”
“Why not? She’s still hot and in good shape.”
“Have YOU thought of DAD?” I shot back.
“Sure, once or twice, I’m big enough to admit. But it’s like you said, just out of automated mental imagery. You can’t sit there and deny that the same automated imagery hasn’t flicked through your head seeing me naked like this right in front of you.”
“Then you’d have to admit the same thing.”
“I do admit it, that’s the point,” she calmly noted.
I stared at her, my gaze narrowing more sharply in thought. “Are you saying or suggesting… what I think you are? That you want to, like, do… stuff? Together?”
“I’m not saying it,” she mumbled, looking away. “It’s just a… topic. Like, putting aside the mental psychological aspects of it, is it really that crazy to think about? I mean, in the end, it’s just sexual pleasure, right? As long as both people went into it getting past the mental hang-ups, it would just be another thing to make each other feel good. Like a good hug, or a rub on the back.”
“Putting my dick inside my sister seems like a challenging mental hurdle to get over,” I said.
“And what if you got over it? Isn’t sex just sex?”
I stared into her face more intently this time. Her beautiful doe eyes were set into mine like tractor beams as she bit her lower lip. “You… you’re serious?” I flatly spoke out.
“You wanna… have sex? Like actually have sex?”
“Do you?” she softly asked.
“Quit screwing around,” I said, clearing my throat and looking back to the TV.
“It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Like it obviously would never leave this room.”
“Like I’m gonna go bragging to all my friends that I banged my sister’s pussy because she asked me to,” I sarcastically mumbled.
“We both got dropped by our dates tonight. You’ve got blue balls and I’ve got blue pussy. We’re naked and pretty chill about it. There’s something more going on here, you have to admit it. Look, it’s weirding me out a little, too, but there’s also something… interesting about the idea. You’re not getting a rush right now talking about all this with me, your sister? Your naked sister?”
“Maybe, yeah, but…” my words trailed off. “You’re really serious about going that far?”
“If it’s too gross or something, we can stop,” she assured. “We don’t ever have to mention it again. I’m not gonna judge you or think of you differently. Just, kinda like… try it out a little. See what all the fuss is about?”
Liz slowly slid closer to me on the couch, letting her hand guide up my leg as her eyes watched my face. I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave a sudden small gasp.
My dick curled to life in a basic, reactive manner. That biological manner she had been reiterating. She was right, after all. She was still my sister, but she was a naked, beautiful female, complete with a nice rack, firm ass, and inviting pussy.
“This is insane,” was all I could manage to mumble. “If there’s a hell, we’re going to it.”
Her hand wrapped around my growing member, starting to slowly mold and stroke it.
“We are not going to hell for me touching your penis,” she firmly assured. “Touch my breasts.”
I took a breath and reached out, gently cupping my hands on the bottom curves of both, and letting my fingers slightly pet the softness above, as if treating them like fragile porcelain balloons. I couldn’t believe it.
So many countless times I had seen my sister’s bosom protruding from a tee shirt or held beneath a bikini top, never giving any second thought, and now there they were, bared completely for me to see and hold in my hands.
It was like the excitement of seeing a favorite actress after years and years finally bare her chest on screen for the first time, only this was more powerful. This wasn’t some hot actress I fantasized about. This was my sister. My sister ACTUALLY had boobs under her shirt!
And it wasn’t the fact that they were boobs, or even good-looking boobs. They were my sister’s boobs. It took only a quick flick of my eyes to register her face looking at me from above them, and then back to her chest, then back to her face, then to her boobs. This was no Photoshop job.
These… were my sister’s tits.
My cock continued to grow within her hand as she used her free one to stroke my chest. I guess she could have been thinking the same of me.
That, after all these years of knowing I might’ve or could’ve had a penis hanging between my legs somewhere under all those layers of boxer briefs and jeans, she finally realized it was really there.
Seeing is believing. Concealed and hidden all the time around her, it might have made me come off as nothing more than a typical tough older brother with the blank anatomical form of a Ken doll, so to speak.
But now that she could see it… now that she could touch and hold it… made her realize I was indeed a real live man. A man with a penis, and a good-looking one, at that. I closed my eyes and gave a moan.
“Does that feel good?” she gently asked.
“Yeah,” I huffed.
“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” she asked.
“Have you really…” I started to inquire.
“Sucked a dick? Yes,” she answered, matter-of-factly, shuffling herself a little lower and streaking her tongue along my shaft.
I slightly irked my body upward. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Was this a dream? She took me in her mouth and started to smoothly bob her head. My sister was sucking on my dick.
I hadn’t gotten my dick sucked in a long time, so it was a nice relief. I put my hands on her hair, wondering if I should guide her or do something else.
Then I decided to play with her breasts a little more and stretched my arms over her back to rub her bare bottom cheeks as she let out a soft moan. She was definitely good. The thought of my younger sister being good at sucking on a dick excited me more.
She didn’t come off like a slut or anything with the guys she dated, but I was glad we were both experienced enough to not make this thing more awkward than it already began.
She moved her head back and forth, using her tongue and lips in ways that amazed me.
She never went too far with me, either. I hated girls who felt like they had to gag to inflict pleasure on the guy. She fingered my balls a little, caressing some of the pubic hairs between her fingers as she massaged.
She then slid the slick, wet cock out of her mouth, pursing her lips at the end with a sucking kiss as she started to stroke me with her hand and look up.
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