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Incest Fantasy Camp
Dear reader, though the events in this story may seem improbable at best, they are nonetheless true. This is a confession.
In 1978, I was a horny seventeen year-old, and my Amy was a blonde dream, perfect from head to toe and everywhere in between. She was eighteen and a senior at our high school. She was the head cheerleader, with long curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and with her ample breasts, curvy hips, long legs, and bubblicious ass, she had the kind of body that will make a grown man weep. Oh, but there was one little problem: She was my big sister.
It didn't bother me until I was in high school. Hell, I didn't even notice that she was hot until sometime in late middle school, when I noticed that guys who weren't even my friends would suck up to me just to come over to our house. But by senior year, she had blossomed into a fully legal, very fuckable eighteen year old, and that's where things had started to get complicated. I started having dreams about her, her lovely mouth bobbing up and down on my point-of-view cock until I woke up a wet mess, and I was paranoid I was going to be heard moaning her name in the wee hours of the night, so I shut my door. I stopped attending our pool parties, preferring to stay in my room on the second floor, where I could jack off to her glistening tits bouncing on the diving board without any witnesses to my shameful glee. I sat in front of my family at church because I knew all about the potential for problems with the unholy trinity of boredom, inactivity, and the outline of Amy's tight ass under a thin summer dress; and I did NOT want to have wood in the Lord's house. Our parents thought I was depressed. I must have heard, “What's wrong?” a thousand times that summer. Fortunately, ‘my problem' was quickly ascribed to teenage angst, and aside from being put on 24-hour suicide watch, I was left alone.
OK, so fast forward to fall break, Amy's first weekend home since she started college six hours away. Time to get ready for church. I was still lying in bed, ignoring the calls of my parents when she passed my door wearing just a towel. I waited until I heard water running and then got out of bed, still in my pajamas. My dick was visible through my pajama bottoms. She had a bad habit of leaving the bathroom door open a few inches to let the steam out as she showered, and when I got to the door I pushed it open a few inches more. We shared one of those stall showers, with glass on three sides and barely enough room for a human being to stand in. Luckily the glass was more transparent from the outside than the inside, so I stood a fairly good chance of not being caught. She had just finished shampooing. I slid my hand down my pants and, entranced, watched her soap up, rubbing the foamy lather over her glistening breasts, then down her long legs, one at a time, over her petite manicured toes, and finally over her bubbly round ass. I got butterflies in my stomach as I watched her trim the edges of her blonde bush.
I was on the verge of coming as she opened the door of the shower, started to step out, and gasped loudly. She scrambled to get a towel and cover her breasts. “Oh, my God! What are you doing?!!” I couldn't even stutter. I don't know what had possessed me to stay there so long. I tried to run, but tripped on the cuff of my pants. I finally made it into my bedroom, humiliated and numb with shock, where I closed the door and waited.
Later that night...
At about 10 p.m. I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I was almost asleep, but I said, “Come in.” It was Amy. She stood in the doorway in a silk slip, her arms on either side of the door frame, her hips cocked. For a second I thought I was dreaming, but then she said nervously, “Can we talk?” Without waiting for agreement, she started walking toward me slowly. Her slip barely covered her panties, and each time one foot crossed in front of the other it would hike up to reveal her smooth thighs. I started to become aroused, but I told myself to calm down. That sort of thinking is what got me in this mess in the first place.
I scooted over so she could sit on the edge of my bed. She sighed, looking distressed. “I just wanted to talk about - well, I'm sure you know what—” “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” “Well?! What on earth were you thinking?!” she demanded, her face screwed up in an expression of consternation. “Nothing, I mean - I just - I - Amy, listen: You're gorgeous. You know it. And every guy in school would love to...” I fumbled for words. “Would love to... you know...” She looked sympathetic. “Yeah. I know.” “Well, I guess I do t—” She put her hand over my mouth angrily. “OK, stop. Just erase that thought from your mind, OK?”
In the time it took to imply that I wanted to fuck her brains out, I had already started to get hard, and there was no stopping the inevitable now. I just hoped she didn't notice. But I noticed that she was breathing in shallow gasps, almost like she was nervous, and her nipples were hard under her thin silk slip. Her face was flushed and she looked distraught. She looked away from me and gazed out the window dreamily.
“Amy?” Suddenly she seemed to regain her composure. Now she had that mysterious, naughty smile I had seen only a few times. It usually meant trouble. “So you just want to... what, exactly?” she asked in a voice I had never heard before as she slid her fingers around the top button of my pajama top and undid it. “I just - I don't know, I mean I just want...” “Want what?” she asked, now down to my bellybutton. I snorted in frustration: “I just want to—” “Fuck me?” she asked.
I sighed. “Yeah. That's pretty much it.” She started unbuttoning my pants, her knuckles brushing my wood. “What are you doing?!” I whispered. “Nothing,” she lied, parting her lips with her tongue and giving me a smoldering look from under her long eyelashes, as she unbuttoned the last button. “Amy, seriously-” “Yes?”
I started to answer, but then felt her warm, soft hand slide through the fly of my boxers and around my cock, and couldn't speak. I just groaned as the first wave of relief came over me. She put her finger over my mouth and shushed me. She started to pump my cock back and forth slowly as it grew in her hands to its full length. She gasped when she looked down and saw my eight-inch shaft in her small hand. She gulped. “You're gonna have fun in college,” she said.
As she stroked me back and forth, the spaghetti strap on her shoulder started to slip down her arm. She slid the strap down all the way and then guided my hand to her breast. I slipped my fingers around her breast, squeezing and fingering her cloud-soft fleshy globe. She leaned her head back and moaned, pouting her lips dreamily. Her breasts were perfect - just big enough for a handful and perky. Several times I had seen her naked in the shower, but I had never seen her nipples up close until now. They were a deep maroon, in contrast to her fair skin and blonde hair. She seemed quite turned on by my stroking them, so I rolled up and started sucking them, pulling the long tips into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them as I had seen on late-night Cinemax. “That feels so good...” she moaned, her eyes closed.
All at once, she pushed me down onto the bed. She leaned over and started kissing down my chest. She swirled my nipples in her mouth with a hot wet tongue as I had done hers. Soon she was down to my belly, still stroking my cock slowly. I groaned. When she got down to my hips, my cock disappeared into her mouth as her glossy red lips stretched to fit it and her hand followed. She slurped and sucked voraciously - I didn't even know she knew how. Any illusions I had of my sister's innocent went out the window in that moment. In the back of my mind I wondered how many other guys' cocks she had to suck to get so good at it. “Oh, Amy,” I moaned, running my fingers through her hair as she slurped and smacked. Suddenly I felt my hips bucking and my cock jerking and squeezing, and when I looked down there was a mess of shiny cum all over her face, streaming down her cheeks and lips.
She was grinning. She must have seen my embarrassment on my face, because she said, “It's OK. I knew you were going to come. I like it, actually.” I just groaned. I didn't know what to say. I was incredibly aroused, yet ashamed, yet even more aroused by my shame. She didn't seem to care. Before I could think too much, she said, “Your turn, little brother.”
She swung around so her ass was spread over my face. She hiked up her slip and I helped slide her moist panties down her legs, where she tossed them onto the floor. Her pussy was brushing against my lips, wetting them with her nectar. The smell of her musk filled my nostrils, causing my body to quiver with lust and my dick to quickly get hard again. I was too horny to ask any questions, so I just started eating her pussy as fervently as I could, lapping with my tongue like a dog and sliding my tongue in and out of the opening between her lips. I must have been doing something right - she began moaning and begging for more just before leaning over and putting my dick in her mouth again. For a few minutes we were like one body, entwined together in the pursuit of pleasure. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of her head bobbing up and down between my legs, obscured by her swaying breasts and bouncing curly hair, and I would revel in the naughty, taboo, downright illegal pleasure we were engaged in.
I was really getting into eating her pussy when she stopped sucking my cock and looked back at me over her shoulder. Her hair was down in her face, she was breathing hard, and she was flushed all over her body.
“What's wrong? Did I do it wrong?” “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked tenderly. “What?! Have you lost your -” “It's a simple question: Do you want to fuck me? Yes or no?” “But -” I pointed with one finger toward our parents' bedroom downstairs. “They won't hear us. Dad runs the humidifier so loud he can't hear anything.”
I didn't have to think very hard. Since she was already on all fours sucking me off, I told her to stay where she was. I slid backwards on my hands, pulling my legs out from under hers, then stood up. My engorged cock looked like a wild animal in my hands. The head seemed to breathe as it swelled with blood and the shaft looked like it could burst. Her cunt, wet and swollen and dark pink, was begging to be filled. As I rubbed the tip of my cock against her glistening cunt she hunkered down on the bed, her ass in the air and her face in the pillow, and made a desperate plea for satisfaction. I saw the beads of wetness dripping from her eager quim and realized that she wanted to fuck me as badly as I had wanted to fuck her.
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in close to me. I held my cock with two fingers and felt for her pussy. She reached back and guided my cock in. She was so wet I just slid in, no pushing, no nothing, and the feeling of ecstasy ran through my dick and up and down my spine, giving me goosebumps all along the way.
I started out slow, because to go any faster would have killed me. The sensations were overwhelming, as if my whole body were on fire with pleasure. I could feel my chest flush with blood and I let out a long gasping breath. Amy was stretched out on the bed, her arms at their full length in front of her clutching the white sheets, her ass as far in the air as it would go, slowly pulling her pussy empty and full with my cock. I loved the way she arched her back and swung her hips to grind along every inch of me. Little by little the pace grew faster. The bed was shaking and squeaking. We were both breathing hard, sweating and cursing.
“I'm coming!” I whispered. “Oh, shit! Quick, pull out! Don't come in me!” she whispered as she pushed me away by the hips. I pulled out and just lost it. I must have shot ten times, each blast of hot cum as thick as a rope, pooling up on her arched back. There was a puddle of cum from her ass to her neck, dripping slowly toward the sides, her body was heaving, and her hips were still writhing against my cock, sliding it up and down the crack of her ass.
We both collapsed onto the bed, her on her stomach, me on my back, my dick pointing straight up still, like a flag post. She pumped it a couple times and grinned. “Just kidding. I'm already going to be sore enough tomorrow.”
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