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.
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.
I had been saving up for some weeks now to buy a new Web Cam and at last I had enough.
"What do you think?" I asked my mother and sister after I had installed it.
"Lovely dear," said my mum who I knew had no idea what it was.
"What are you going to do with your old one?" asked Zoë my sister sweetly. "A couple of my school friend have them and I could talk to them with it, couldn't I?"
Well I suppose I could let her use it after all I had no plans for it.
"Sure sis," I said.
"You'll have to install it for me," Zoë said, "you know what I'm like with computers."
Fucking useless, that's what she's like.
"Yeah ok," I agreed.
First problem I knew that her computer, which was mine before I bought my new one last year, didn't have a spare USB port.
It took awhile to sort it all out but as I was making the finial connections I had a brain wave. My old Web Cam was plugged into a USB extension hub that had three spare ports on it. If I plugged an extension cable into one of those and drilled a small hole to my room next door I could plug her Cam into my computer. The very thought of seeing into her room gave me a hard on.
Now my sister isn't the prettiest girl about, no that Clare Wriggly down the road with her pretty face and big tits; but saying that she isn't that bad either. True her tits are small and her legs are skinny but I'm sure, give her a few years and she be fine.
"So show me how it works then?" she asked excitedly.
I booted up the software and used a dial up connection to get things running. I left her waving and talking to her friend from school.
Next door in my room, I booted up my more powerful computer and there on my monitor was the output from her Web Cam. Ok at the moment she was just talking garbage to her school friend but later, oh yes later we would see something.
I don't know what's got into my sister. Since being a kid, she's been a tomboy, into climbing trees, making bows and arrows (when she 'discovered' the Legend of Robin Hood, and wanted to be as good as Maid Marian). She suffered the bumps and scrapes all children get, along with me and my best mate, Alan; and our mother would patiently wash our wounds, dab them with antiseptic, and apply sticking plasters.
This last six months, since she turned fourteen, Ellie has been coming to me with her woes. I'm two years older than she is, which is quite a lot of growing at that stage in one's life. There has been less need for sticking plaster and more for sorting out some of the strange ideas which seem to be filling her head these days. I wouldn't care, but there have been other, physical, changes in her — and me, for that matter — which make me uncomfortable after only minutes in her company. Especially when she does her usual thing and sits on my knee while we talk.
The other day, while Mum and Dad had gone into town to spend the shopping vouchers they'd received for Christmas, she'd been sunbathing out in the back garden. She decided this year that a tan was important, despite my telling her about the dangers of too much sun causing the skin to age prematurely. Anyway, Alan and I were wearing only shorts, because of the heat, watching cricket on the television, when she came trotting in wearing a very skimpy bikini in yellow cotton and plonked herself down on my lap, wrapping one arm nonchalantly round my shoulders.
I pumped and I pumped, my hand surrounding and moving quickly along the full length of my stiff erection as I sat on my sister's bed jerking off.
In my mind I ran images of naked women, though mainly my sister, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her, to make love to her, something Mom probably wouldn't care to let me do, or even know I was thinking.
I turned to where Mom was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching me masturbate. My sister Kerri was laying on her stomach beside me, casually flipping through pages in some fashion magazine.