After going through some social media, Jessica couldn’t resist a good sexy story. She entered an erotica site and browsed until deciding on a story. It was about a guy having sex with his stepmother and stepsister, and she lapped it up, finishing it forty minutes later.
The warm night and the hot story were making Jessica hot and sweaty, and she needed a drink of water. She reached for the water bottle on her nightstand and was frustrated to find it empty. She sighed, sitting up, and took a deep breath. Jessica was still just in bra and panties as she got to her feet. It was late, she was getting tired, and she needed a drink of water. She stared down at her shirt and pants, feeling too lazy to pick them up, and decided to go down dressed like she was, figuring it was late enough.
Jessica quietly opened her door, her water bottle in hand and looked at her brother’s door. Light was seeping from the crack under the door, and she wondered what he was doing as she turned to go. The wooden stairs creaked under her bare feet as she slowly descended, one hand on the railing. She cringed with each step, feeling nervous, as the quiet creaks thundered in the dead silence of the night. She exhaled in relief when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen.
The sound of the running water, bubbling as they poured into Jessica’s water bottle, filled the still night. Jessica did not bother turning the lights on, and jumped, freighted when everything went bright.
“Oh sorry.” Shawn mumbled as his niece squeaked in surprise when he entered the kitchen. The light blinded him for a moment, but a flush crept up on him as soon as his vision adjusted.
“Oh my god, uncle Shawn!” Jessica said in a high-pitched voice as she turned around surprised. “What are you doing here?” she asked, staring at her uncle.
“Same as you are…I guess.” Shawn mumbled as he looked at his barely clothed niece. They were both scarcely dressed as they looked at each other awkwardly. Jessica was wearing only bra and panties, and Shawn could not look away from her perfect teenage body. He studied her long smooth legs, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips and the shape of her cupped breasts. She was his sister’s daughter, but she grew up into such a sexy little minx, and he was quickly getting excited. Jessica returned his gaze, looking at her uncle as he stood in front of her in just a pair of loose grey boxers and nothing else. She looked over his smooth chest, down his stomach and over his sexy abs. She could see his package clearly outlined in his boxers, and quickly turned around blushing.
“Sorry, I didn’t think anybody would be up this late.” Jessica said, blushing. She turned back to fill her bottle and folded one arm across her chest.
“Yeah, me neither.” Chris said as he scratched the back of his head guiltily. He tried to shift his boxers, to make his semi-erect penis less noticeable, and couldn’t look away from Jessica’s young ass, looking so good in the panties. They stared at each other awkwardly as Jessica filled her water while her uncle grabbed a glass. When she was done, she moved aside, screwing on the cap while Shawn poured himself some water. They exchanged an awkward goodnight, then walked back to their rooms. Shawn was unable to resist a final glance at his niece’s sexy behind, swaying seductively as she climbed the stairs and he turned around casually, biting his lower lip. He thought she didn’t notice, but she did.
Jessica reached her room flustered, embarrassed by the encounter with her uncle. It wasn’t the first time he saw her in her bra and panties since he came to stay with them, but with him wearing only boxers, it was awkward. Jessica found herself thinking back to a story she read, about uncle having sex with his niece, and instead of the thought disgusting her, it might have turned her on, making her blush. She picked up her phone and started looking for a sex story about uncle and niece to read before going to sleep.
The same world of sexual stories that Jessica had come to enjoy was now open to her brother. He entered it timidly, dipping his toes in, but it didn’t take long for him to dive in. He was shocked and disgusted as he discovered how many people enjoyed tales about incest, but also turned on. The night his sister introduced him to it, he started reading. At first it was mostly stepfamily, but with every story he would read something a little nastier. He continued to stories about fathers and daughter, then mothers and sons, trying his best not to think about his own mother, and only after a full day of reading, did he read his first brother sister story.
It was incredible for Chris, as he read, to think how screwed-up people were. He was amazed that so many fathers imagined having sex with their daughters, sons wanted their mothers, and brothers and sisters fantasized about each other. His mind kept wandering, thinking about Jessica as he read the first brother sister story, and when he finished it hit him that he was one of those screwed-up people. He was even worse because he didn’t fantasize about having sex with his sister, he actually did it.
By the end of the third day of reading, Chris’s mind was in turmoil. He had just finished reading a story about two brothers fucking their sister, and his dick was throbbing in his pants. His mind naturally went to Jessica and what they did, and he noticed the thought didn’t sicken him as much as it did the previous times. Suddenly, the question she asked him the other night, made much more sense. After reading all those stories, he couldn’t help but wonder the exact same thing.
Jessica woke up the next morning with a naughty smile on her face. She threw on a light tube top and some yoga shorts and washed up before going downstairs. Her mother was in the living room organizing old albums, and Jessica bid her good morning as she fixed herself a light breakfast.
“Morning.” Chris mumbled as he joined her around the table a few minutes later. He was wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, and looked sleepy. He yawned as he grabbed a plate and some toast and joined his sister around the table. They talked a little as they ate breakfast together, more than they have for the past days, then returned to their rooms to another day of quarantine.
Chris was in his room reading, deep into one of the stories. It was a story about a family living on a remote farm where the parents decided to take each of their children’s virginities once they turned eighteen. It was a disgusting concept when he first read it, mother taking her sons’ virginities and father taking his daughters’, but as soon as he started reading it, it was so hot, he could not stop. He was already on the fourth chapter, reading with one hand in his pants, stroking his hardon.
A frustrated groan escaped Chris’s lips as his excitement got the better of him. He did not mean for it to happen, but the story was so hot, he stroked himself over the edge. He sensed it was too late to stop, the blissful pleasure hitting him, and continued stroking. He awkwardly tried to pull his shorts down with his free hand, leaving just his boxers on, and grunted as he started cumming. He whimpered with pleasure, still lost in the incestuous world of the story, and looked down at his boxers as he filled them with sperm. The warm batter shot out, staining the fabric, covering his hand, crotch and cock. Chris continued stroking himself, the pleasure too great to feel disgust until it was all over.