Remote Control by Snowcrest

Incest Aldult erotic stories  – Remote Control by Snowcrest

This story is a lot of firsts for me. My first Original Work. My first 1st Person PoV. My first incest fic.

Just to be clear, all the sexual encounters depicted in this story involve consenting adults. They are entirely fictional and bear no relation to real individuals. Names and descriptions are purely coincidental.

The story starts off slowly but picks up considerably as it progresses. I hope you find it as enjoyable to read as I did writing it.

Chapter 1: Remote

“Congratulations on finishing your first semester of college!” my dad announced, as my mom placed the potatoes in the center of the dining table, taking her seat beside him across from my sister and me. “We’re both very proud of you both.”

My mom nodded in agreement. “But before we eat, we’d like to review your grades, as we agreed at the start of the school year.”

Elayne sighed beside me. “Seriously? Can’t it wait until after dinner? They’re not going to change now, and I left my printout upstairs on my desk.”

“Mine’s up there too,” I chimed in, pushing my chair back. “Don’t worry, sis, I’ll grab them both.”

My sister’s eyes widened slightly, but before she could respond, I was already up and racing for the stairs. Like her, I wanted to get on with dinner, but I knew this was non-negotiable for our parents. As annoying as it was to have our grades scrutinized even in college, we couldn’t complain since our parents covered our tuition entirely. Our deal was simple: maintain a GPA over 3.5, and they’d continue to foot the bill; otherwise, we’d have to chip in.

Reaching the second floor, I hurried down the hallway and into my room. I quickly found the printouts I had tossed onto my chair earlier, then dashed into the shared bathroom between Elayne’s and my room.

Sharing a bathroom with my twin sister had occasionally strained our relationship over the years. While we got along well, the battle for shower time often led to frustration. We both loved long showers, so it was often a race to get there first.

Oddly enough, the light in the bathroom had been left on, which was unusual since that was the way we signaled for the other not to enter. For some unfathomable reason, the doors to the bedrooms hadn’t been installed with locks so any sign of light shining along the edges of the door frame was as good as a “do not enter” sign. Knowing Elayne was downstairs at the moment, I didn’t worry about entering. I caught a glimpse of myself in the wall-length mirror as soon as I was inside–short, faintly curly brown hair with blue eyes and a, let’s be honest, fairly average body. Not that I was ashamed of it. I worked out on occasion, but I’d much rather sit around playing video games than spend time playing sports.

As I reached the opposite side of the bathroom and grabbed the handle of the door leading into Elayne’s room, I paused. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been in her room, and I knew for a fact I’d never entered through the bathroom before. Pushing the weird feeling away, I slid the door open. With the light in her room off, the first thing I noticed was the smell–a gentle, floral note that I vaguely recognized as her perfume. Not wanting to overly invade her privacy, I decided to leave the lights off and use what was coming from the bathroom to guide me. I made my way across the room to where her desk sat against the far wall and immediately saw the printout she’d mentioned lying on top of it. At first, my eyes were captured by the large 3.9 circled in the bottom right, showing that she’d beaten my 3.7 which I knew I was never going to hear the end of. But then my eyes shifted slightly over to the object sitting next to the paper, almost hiding in the shadow of her chair–a remote.

I blinked several times, caught off guard and not entirely sure exactly what I was looking at, although I had a sneaking suspicion. It was clearly not a television remote since she didn’t have one in her bedroom, not to mention the fact it only had three buttons: power, plus, and minus. Between the plus and minus buttons were five LEDs, only one of which was currently glowing softly. I’m not sure what insanity came over me in that instant, but before I knew it, I’d grabbed her grades with one hand while shoving the remote into one of my pockets with the other.

Fleeing her room, I closed her door behind me and crossed the bathroom in an instant, flicking the lights off as I returned to my room. Taking a deep breath, I tried not to think of the remote control I could feel sitting in my pocket, almost like a hot coal. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why the hell had I just taken it like that? I almost turned around to go put it back, but by this point if I was gone for any longer the rest of my family would start to wonder what was taking so long. Besides, if I was being entirely honest, if this was what I thought it was, then I could play the most amazing prank ever on my sister as we ate dinner. It would even be worth the inevitable ass-kicking it would earn me.

Decision made, I left my room and headed back for the dining room. “Elayne nearly got a perfect score!” I shouted as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Her head snapped over to look at me as I rejoined my family, causing her ponytail to flick over her shoulder as her crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce through me. “You better not have messed with anything in my room,” she snapped.

“Like what?” I asked, giving her my best confused and innocent look as I handed the papers off to our parents. “I was in and out in the blink of an eye since it was exactly where you said it was. You left the bathroom light on, though.”

She blinked in surprise, the tension clearly draining out of her as she settled back into her chair. Taking my seat next to her, I couldn’t help but think of the remote in my pocket and what exactly it might control. The fact that my sister of all people had it, and that, given by the glowing light, she’d apparently worn it to the dinner table of all places. The thought completely shook my mental picture of her. Assuming I was correct, at least, and there was only one way to find out.

In the background, I could hear our parents praising us as they served dinner–steak, potatoes, asparagus–but the words flowed in one ear and out the other. I nodded and smiled at what seemed like the right times, all while my left hand slowly, ever so slowly, crept its way into my pocket. I was so wound up I nearly jumped out of my seat as my finger brushed against the cold metal of the remote.

“Everything okay, Erik?” my father asked.

Cursing internally, I nodded. “Yeah, I just can’t believe how good this steak always is.” It wasn’t a lie, Dad made a killer steak.

Thankfully, no one questioned why one of my hands was under the table, and I’d made sure to cut the steak into chunks in advance specifically for this exact reason. Finishing its journey, my finger reached the plus button, the symbol gently pressing into my skin. This was the deciding moment. Once I pushed this button there would be no going back, no way of pretending that I had no idea of what was going on.

On the plus side, there was no way Elayne would be able to immediately confront me about it, not without giving everything away to our parents. There was also the chance that I was completely off base here, that this remote wasn’t what I suspected and that pressing it would have no impact whatsoever. I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted that or not.

I pressed the button.

The reaction was immediate although, to Elayne’s credit, I’m positive that our parents didn’t notice since they weren’t focused on her like I was. Her body stiffened and I could hear her legs shift together under the table. She also inhaled, and I realized my timing hadn’t been the best as she’d just taken a sip of water. Coughing loudly, she set her glass down heavily enough that some of the liquid sloshed over the lip, spilling onto the table.

“Careful,” my mother chided, shaking her head ruefully. “I always tell you that you eat too quickly for your own good.”

“You’re right. Sorry, Mom,” Elayne said once she’d finished coughing and had caught her breath. Her eyes almost imperceptibly flicked over in my direction, but she didn’t say anything to me.

For my part, my mouth suddenly felt insanely dry. Holy shit. I was right. My sister was wearing a vibrator. Taking a sip of my own water, I strained my ears, trying my hardest to see if I could hear any buzzing sounds. Nothing. I didn’t know anything at all about vibrators so I had no idea if they were quiet enough that you couldn’t hear them, but given how they worked, that didn’t seem likely. Of course, the other option was that it was inside her.

Feeling the blood rushing to my head at the thought, I desperately downed the rest of my glass and jumped to my feet. “Anyone else need a refill?”

Elayne shook her head, still not looking at me, but my dad finished the last of his water before handing me his empty glass. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” I said, grabbing it and making a beeline for the kitchen. Once I arrived, I set the glasses down and immediately pulled the remote out of my pocket. Two lights greeted me, showing that I had, in fact, increased the intensity as suspected. Three more lights must mean that there was still a decent way to go, but I also had no idea how much each one might ramp up. At the end of the day, this was all just an extremely crazy prank and the last thing I wanted to do was get my sister in trouble with our parents. Not that I thought they’d care about her owning a vibrator, but wearing it to dinner was a completely separate matter. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what had driven her to do it.

As I filled the glasses with cold water from the fridge, I struggled to decide if I should push things any further or leave them be. I’d already had my fun, managed to tease my sister in the most unbelievable way, and learned a lot of things I’d never expected about her. If I was being reasonable, there was absolutely zero reason to turn on that third light. And yet…