“Because I want you to know,” she said, her face going beat red, her eyes wild. She waved her arms, fighting to hold her balance. “I’m just too embarrassed to ever let you know.” She pleaded at me with her eyes, but I couldn’t tell if she wanted me to stop or keeping going. “Unless you… make me.”
“Well, what’s your secret?” I asked. How would she try to trick me with this game?
“That I want to have sex with you!” She screamed out the words. She let out a whimpering groan, her arms windmilling to keep her balance. “I masturbate thinking about you all the time. I want you to be my first. I love you, Randy. I want you so badly.”
My dick became a tent pole in my jeans. Heat flushed through my body. Pictures of my sister lying on her back, her round breasts jiggling naked, her hands plunged between her thighs, assaulted my mind. My heart pounded as I stared at her.
“Oh, god, oh, god,” she said. “Can I put my foot down? This is hard enough without fighting to keep my balance.”
“You want to have sex with me?”
“So badly.” She shivered which made her teeter. She let out a little screech, as she leaned too far forward. She threw her weight backward to try and stop her fall. But she over-corrected. “No!”
Alison crashed onto her back.
I gained my feet to help her, a laugh about to burst from my lips. Served her right to take the game this far. But a look of panic shot across her face. She scrambled to get back up, whimpering like a hurt puppy. She gained her feet and immediately went to balancing on one foot. Tears fell down her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried, Randy. I tried to obey you. I’m so sorry.”
Jesus. Seeing the tears flood down her cheeks made me swallow. She wasn’t playing around. She couldn’t fake that desperate apology. Disobeying me had freaked her out. And she hadn’t even done it on purpose. She just lost her balance.
“It’s okay,” I told her, a tiny crackle danced on my thoughts, just the lightest of buzzing. “You don’t have to cry. You didn’t do anything wrong. You can stand on both your feet.”
The moment her left foot touched the ground, she threw herself at me. Her arms went around my neck. I became so aware of my younger sister’s body against mine, her breasts so round, her figure slender and lithe. She almost had my height, a few inches shorter. My arms went around her without thought, holding her close.
My dick throbbed. The ache swelled in it. Her confession filled my mind.
I stared at her, my thoughts racing, my balls growing so tense, so full of cum. That ache grew at the tip of my dick. “You really want to have sex with me?”
“Yes!” She tightened her arms. “I know it’s wrong and disgusting. I know I shouldn’t have these depraved thoughts. I just can’t help myself. They consume me. I want you so badly. I want to make love to you. I’m such a terrible person.”
Incest was wrong, and yet… She wanted me. A girl, even if she was my own sister, wanted me. And she was in my arms. If I told her to, she would have sex with me. My sister. Alison. The one member of my family that wasn’t terrible to me. That cared about me. I could turn her into a slut like Valarie. I could fuck her so hard.
A cold twist writhed through my stomach.
Why would I want to do that to Alison? Why would I want to hurt her? I would never hurt her.
“D-do you think I’m disgusting?” she asked.
“No,” I told her. “I don’t. It’s…”
She pressed against me, squirming her hips and grinding her crotch against my dick. It throbbed in my jeans. Tingles raced through my body. My sister felt so good against me. So warm and lithe. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Then…” She shook. “Then you can tell me… Tell me it’s okay. Tell me I don’t have to feel guilty for wanting to love you. Mind-control it away!”
“If you didn’t feel guilty, if you didn’t think incest was wrong, what would you do?” I asked.
“Kiss you,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted to do it so many times. I’ve wanted to just confess my shameful feelings to you. I thought… I thought you would hate me. I feel so terrible just having these desires.” She ground against me. “But you’re so hard right now. Please, please, take it away from me.”
I stood there, realizing what she wanted. What I wanted. My hands drifted down her back. Incest was wrong… But my cock didn’t care that she was my sister. She felt so wonderful in my arms. So lithe and beautiful.
“Incest isn’t wrong,” I ordered. Needles jabbed so deep into my brain. Darkness fuzzed across my vision. “You never have to feel guilty for wanting to have sex with your brother. It’s okay for brothers and sisters to love each other.”
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“Yes!” Alexis said and threw herself at her brother.
Joy beat through Alex’s heart as his naked twins sister planted her hot lips on his, pushing him back. He felt his parents watching them sink to the floor of his mother’s office, Alexis pulling at his clothing, stripping him naked as she ground atop him.
It was allowed. A god had declared it. He could make love to his sister. His dick had never been harder.
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Alison let out such a relived moan into my neck. Then she pulled her head back. Her puffy eyes stared into mine. The tear stains on her cheeks combined with her smile to make her so radiant, so feminine and alluring. She didn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. She could be so natural, so raw, and light up my soul.
Then her lips met mine. Dry, at first, like mine were. But then we moved them together. I closed my eyes, kissing my first girl. I held her tight against me, loving the taste of her. The feel of her. She shuddered against me, her tongue brushing my lips, caressing them.
My heart pounded faster and faster. My blood surged through my veins. Boiling heat washed through my entire body. My dick pulsed and throbbed, struggling to break free of my jeans. I cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing those pliant cheeks through rough denim. I moaned into the kiss.
I loved my sister, too.
Our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other, teaching each other. Her hands shoved up my t-shirt, rubbing at my naked back. I didn’t feel any pain from my bruises as she touched me, her fingers stroking fire across my back.
The fire raced to my cock. An inferno ignited.
I broke the kiss. “Alison…”
“Just order me,” she said. “Order me to have sex with you. Command me. Make me do it.” She had such a breathy voice, so wanton. “Control me!”
“Strip us naked and then we’re going to make love,” I ordered, my thoughts fuzzing like thick wool ran across them. “Right now.”
“Yes!” she moaned, her eyes so wide. “You’re making me do what I’ve always wanted. Ooh, yes, you can make me do anything.” She pulled off my shirt. “You could make me suck your cock. Or do anal. I’d have to let you fuck your dick into my asshole if you ordered me to. And swallow. I’ll swallow all your cum if you tell me to.”
“Always,” I groaned. “You’ll swallow every drop.”
“And I’ll have to let you cum in my pussy. No protection. You could breed me. I wouldn’t have a choice. I’d have to let you just flood my unprotected snatch.”