Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends by Mojavejoe420. This is a Long story. May take 90 minutes or more for both parts. First story I ever wrote, it is a grammatical mess! I have left it alone over the years and not fixed any of it. You don’t have to comment that it’s problematic, I know that.
Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 1
by Mojavejoe420
Genres: Fiction, Incest, Masturbation
So I’ve been masturbating ever since I can remember. I thought I was a sex freak, but it turns out it wasn’t all that abnormal. This story takes place in the later 80’s. I was living at home with my mom (ugh) and sister Vickie. Of course, Vickie is hot. I wouldn’t be writing about her if she was a skank. But she’s not the real story, you’ll see. It’s going to be a slow beginning, but give it a shot…
I’ve just turned 18 years old. Dad moved out years ago, mom has let herself go to hell. She works at a doctor’s office as an office manager, but usually only works till 3 pm so she can be home for us kids. Whoopee. My sister, Vickie, is 21 and we both attend the State College up the road a few miles. The rich kids all went to the “University of XXXX” but we had to go here. It’s kind of a drive-in college, some kids are in dorms, but not us. It’s pretty much like high school, meaning that it sucks.
My high school career was uneventful. I was geeky, gawky, bad skin, and painfully shy. Oh, and throw in skinny and short, also. I went to my senior prom, with an actual girl, but didn’t even get to second base.
This past summer, I grew 4 inches (in height) and my muscles started filling in. My skin is mostly clear, but I’m still dreadfully shy. I’m very nice and respectful of women, and that’s gotten me nowhere.
So Vickie and I have similar class schedules, we usually carpool to school except on Fridays. She has a late class and I get out early. I should mention my guy friends went to the university, sometimes Vickie’s friends and I hang a little, but not very often.
So it’s Friday. I like Fridays. I have the house to myself, it’s about the only time. I just bought my first adult magazine called ‘Velvet’ which I’m dying to check out.
Remember, this is the 80’s and we weren’t rich. No internet yet. No VCR. No porn. No cell-phones. Jack-off material consists of Cosmopolitan magazines, Sears catalogs (full figured bra department) etc. So, not much.
My routine, since school started, is to go into my sisters room, get naked, spread out my stuff, and then hump her bed like crazy. You see, her bed spread is some kind of fabric that is very soft and silky smooth. It feels fantastic on my cock. I pile up a few pillows under my chest (I pretend they are big tits) and when I’m ready to cum, I roll over and shoot my sperm all over my chest and stomach. I usually will grab one of her bras or bathing suits, too. I like to run my cock in the bra cups, imagining my cock touching tits… and yes, Vickie is a double-D so there’s a lot of cup.
I’m always very careful, I put things away perfectly, don’t make a mess or a wrinkle, nobody is the wiser.
So there I am, humping her satiny smooth spread, occasionally rubbing Vickie’s D-cup bikini top on my cock, frantically turning the pages of the ‘Velvet’ magazine and some lesbians. Jesus it’s a good day. No imagining what tits look like, I’m seeing some right here! I try to think what my sister’s tits look like.
That feeling starts up, from far away, it’s getting closer and closer. Yep, it’s time to turn over. Time to shoot my red-hot sperm all over my chest. To tell the truth, I have to be careful or it will hit my face or go onto the floor (yes, it’s happened before).
I roll over, grab my cock in her bikini top, give two hard strokes, and here cums my beautiful orgasm…
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??!!!!” yells Vickie.
Holy shit! She’s home early!! Oh Fuck!!!
“Uh, um…” I stammer as cum shoots out of my cock, I’m scrambling to get away, but cum is shooting out. It hits my face, goes on the bed… Vickie’s hollering something at me and gets hit with a spurt…
I truly want to die of embarrassment. Yeah I know, you tough guys would be all over it … “oh I’d fuck her right there”. Well, I’m a sensitive guy, and this is my sister, and this really embarrasses the shit out of me.
I run into my room and try to shut the door. Vickie is right there calling “Filthy pervert” and stuff and throws the magazine at me. She wants to know more about this.
“I was just… I was…”
“I know what you were “just” doing. Don’t do it in my fucking room! And what are you doing with my bathing suit? You fucking pervert!”
She yells at me some more, I don’t know what about. Slamming the door, she stomps off yelling “Wait till mom comes home.” Mom, Jesus. She will make my life a living hell if she hears about this. Christ, I’m already dead.
Later, Mom is making dinner. Vickie knocks on the door and says to come set the table, my job that week. I tell her I’m not coming, I don’t feel well. She says I better, or else. Plus, it’s meatloaf. For all of Mom’s faults, she makes a killer meatloaf.
I drag myself out to the kitchen, make nice with mom, and start setting the table. Vickie hip-checks me into the cabinets. Mom asks if i’m alright. Yeah, just tripped. She is prattling on about her stupid day at work. Vickie is behind Mom as Mom is at the stove. Mom, can’t see her. Vickie makes the international sign for jacking off, thumb and fingers in a circle, stroking up and down, and points to Mom. She’s hinting that I jack off to Mom.
I make this exaggerated face, like i’m disgusted, which I am. That’s fucking gross. Hey, you may be into that, fine, I don’t care. But if you saw her, you wouldn’t be into MY Mom, either!
Anyway, Vickie nods her head at me, like “yes you do”. She holds her hands in front of her, like she’s holding enormous boobs, points to me like I want Mom’s boobs. I shake my head, No!! Vickie then makes a peace-sign, puts it up to her mouth, and sticks her tongue in, like I’m “Eating at the Y” and points at Mom, as if that’s what I want to do. I VIOLENTLY shake my head no. I’m also about dying as I’m trying not to laugh. Mom keeps talking while Vickie repeats a few of these motions, all the while mouthing the word ‘Pervert” to me.
“Hey Mom”, Vickie says. “Guess what I caught David doing today?”
Gulp. the fun just left the building.
“Oh, what was that, dear?”
“I came home early from school”, Vickie continued. “And I found Davey boy in my room!”
Oh Jesus I’m so dead.
“He had completely vacuumed my room!”
What? I’m not dead! She didn’t rat me out!
Later that night, she was getting ready to go out with her friends, Vanessa and Michele. We share a bathroom, it’s called a “Jack and Jill” bathroom. The bathroom has two doors, one to each of our bedrooms. Vickie’s in there and calls to me.
“Come here.” I saunter in to the bathroom where she’s fixing her hair. She looks awesome…
“Stay out of my stuff. And my room. Seriously. Or we will have a problem. Now get out.”
Ok, fine.
Sunday night, we all went to our rooms after watching TV. I pull out my magazine and start humping my own sheets. They aren’t satin, but they will do the trick. I guess I bump the headboard a little, which makes a rattle.
The phone rings. In our house, we have three extensions: Kitchen, Mom’s room, and my room. Vickie has a separate line in her room.
I holler to Mom, “I GOT IT.”
“Hello.”
“Hey pervert.”
It’s my fucking sister, calling me from her private line.
She continues, “What are you doing in there? I’m hearing noises through the wall…”
“Um, just reading my biology book”
“Yeah, right. Biology. Is it, uh, Lesbian biology?”
“No… it’s um, plants, ya know. Stamens and pistils and stuff…”
“Right. So, pervert, you like looking at naked girls.”
“Uh, well, I am a guy…” What the hell? We don’t talk about stuff like this!!
“I’m guessing that since you had my bikini top wrapped around your cock, maybe you were thinking about something or someone in particular?”
I flushed with shame. I kept quiet.
“Were you thinking about my tits?”
I’m staying quiet.
“You were, weren’t you. You were thinking about my big tits.”
Crickets.
“Answer me… now!”
“… yes. Yes, I was thinking of what your big tits looked like… Sorry.”
“Fucking pervert. Are you hard now? Answer me, don’t fuck around”
“Yes.”
“Stroke it.”
“Whu… what?”
“You heard me, stroke your cock. Now.”
“oh… ok…”
“Or maybe you should fuck your bed, like you were doing on my bed. Do that. Fuck your bed. Make some noise.”
I start humping the bed, making the headboard hit the wall. I’m breathing heavily into the phone.
“Good boy. You like big tits, don’t you… Big soft tits. Mmmm… I have big tits. They are double-D, you know.”
“yes… I know…” I manage to grunt out. christ here comes the feeling
“Tell me. Do you want to see my tits? My soft tits… with hard nipples…”
Humping the bed… the build up is coming
“Tell me! Do you want to see my tits or not?”
“Jesus Vickie! Yes! Yes I want to see your tits!” And with that, I just barely rolled over in time to not cum in my own bed. Groaning, I shot spurt after spurt of steaming cum all over my stomach and chest.
“Good boy. Now don’t move. Do NOT fucking move.”
She hung up the phone. What the fuck?
The bathroom door clicks and opens. Vickie comes into my room with a box of kleenex for me.
“Wipe up your nasty self.” She watches as I use seven or eight kleenexes to wipe the cum from everywhere, including the phone I was still holding. I didn’t hide my cock or anything, which was a big step for me. i squeezed it from the base up, getting out the last drops. It didn’t really go soft, either, as Vickie was in her hot-weather nightie.
That thing was fucking sheer. I stared at her barely concealed tits.
“That’s enough. go to bed, pervert.”
*****
So we went to school on Monday as usual, never mentioning a word about anything. I jacked off like clockwork, three times a day. Sometimes I would rattle the headboard, Vickie would bang on the wall. I can NOT stop thinking about her talking to me about her tits, and standing there in her nightie.
TheCoz says
Awesome story