I guess I would consider myself to be a normal, average guy. Yes, like all average guys, I like sex and when it’s not available directly I turn to porn. You know, standard stuff.
But, during my formative years, and ever since, I’ve had one real doozy of a perversion. You see, like many, as I’ve later learned, I’ve always wanted to fuck my older sister Laney. I know it’s taboo, but even knowing it’s taboo and incest and it’s frowned upon, I couldn’t help it.
I’m not sure why— Scratch that, of course I know why. It was due to seeing Laney around me all the time while my hormones kicked into high gear after I turned thirteen. I mean really, put a confused-by-hormones teen in the same house as a hot fifteen-year-old sex bomb and you have a pervert in the making on your hands.
See Laney was hot. As hot as they get. The long black hair, the large and oh so perky teen tits, the round bubble butt with amazingly wide hips. You name it, and Laney had it in spades.
My parents decided to celebrate their eighteenth anniversary by going back to the same resort they went to on their honeymoon. They were to leave on Friday afternoon and be back after the weekend.
My sister Jenny and I waived goodbye to our parents as they drove down the street. Since they would be gone for the entire weekend, my sister, who was 16, was left in charge. She was only a year older than I was, but since she was older she got to be in charge. “Barb will be here soon,” Jenny said to me, “try to not be too much of a pain in the ass, will you?”
“First, I'm never a pain in the ass and you know it,” I replied, “Second, I’ll probably spend the evening on the computer anyway as girls’ conversations have limited interest to me.”
I was looking forward to ogling Barb’s tits tonight. She had a hell of a pair. The stood big and proud on her teen chest and compelled you to look. Jenny’s tits were just as nice, but were smaller. They only paled next to Barb’s.
I was up in my room, playing a computer game, when I heard the doorbell ring. “Jack,” my sister shouted, “can you get the door?” I ignored her for a minute, then I realized that it might be Barb, so I got up to answer the door. Just as I walked out into the hallway, Jenny opened the bathroom door to yell at me again. As she leaned out of the door to shout down the hall at me, I got my first long awaited look at her tits. Well, one tit anyway. It was about the size of a half of a cantaloup and stuck straight out from her chest without any droop at all and her nipple was huge, about three inches across.
Pamela Travis focused on the pavement in front of her as she negotiated her Grand Cherokee down the forest road. The young mother had never driven this stretch of the county road before and its unfamiliarity worried her. Pamela glanced to her right and nervously smiled. Her fourteen-year old son Bobby slept peacefully in the front passenger seat, blissfully unaware of his mother’s worried thoughts.
Although it had been sunny and clear when the two left Kensington Corners for the surprise visit to her sister, Pamela had noticed the dark band of clouds in her rear view mirror shortly before she made the turn onto the forest road. She had hoped to cut some time off the trip to her younger sister Robin’s cabin by taking what appeared to be a shortcut on her map. But it was now clear to her that the forest road was too narrow to allow her to travel as fast as she had hoped. It looked like they would not make it to Robin’s until after dark. The silence in the Jeep made Pamela even more nervous. She glanced once again at her sleeping son and smiled. Pamela loved to dote on her boy. He was becoming a man, voice cracking and everything, he’s even a bit taller than herself and Pamela thought that this might be the last trip she would be able to take with him before he became more involved with his school friends and the inevitable distancing would begin. Pamela felt a pang of loneliness and realized that she wanted the company of her son.
Chris was beside himself with fear when he found out his little sister was pregnant with her boyfriend's baby. That is, at first he was. He then grew quite angry when he realized that meant Laura, just fifteen and one year younger, had been having sex before he did.
Laura was well into her second trimester and her petite little frame was obviously showing the baby she carried inside, something she wanted to keep from their parents. Baggy sweaters simply wouldn't do anymore to hide her swelling belly, she now had to avoid Mom and Dad altogether, so she went to her brother for help.
After screaming at one another, and quite loudly too with their parents out, Laura crying and begging, Chris threatening to tell over his anger, he finally agreed to keep her secret, but for a price. And that price was a dear one.
"Tommy, how come you snuck out after you were supposed to be in bed last night," Tina asked, not loud enough for Mom to hear, but loud enough to make Tommy nervous.
Tommy had just turned fourteen last month and with the onset of puberty came a very healthy curiosity about sex. He had discovered that by peeking in the windows of his neighbors, he was able to learn a great deal that wasn't included in Dad's 'birds and the bees' speech, and certainly wasn't part of his Sex Ed curriculum. But now he had been caught. He pulled his younger sister into his room and gently shut the door.
Tina, at twelve, didn't have the physical development that her older brother had, but she had been developing the same curiosities lately. Somehow she had sensed that whatever Tommy was up to, it had to do with the strange feelings she had been feeling ever since a couple of her girlfriends at school let her in on a few secrets that suddenly made boys a much more interesting sub-species.
"You better keep your mouth shut, or I'm going to give you a good pounding," Tommy threatened.
"Ooooo! I'm sooo afraid! You beat me up, and you'll get it twice. Once for hitting me and once for sneaking out. Dontcha think it would be easier just to let me in on the secret?"