Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I posted something, and it’s been a while since I had some good brother-sister fun. Now, as my longtime fans know, I like to find a way to “justify” my forbidden encounters. About a month ago, a friend asked me if I could make a scene look believable. I told him I was pretty sure I could, and his challenge was to make a porn movie with them as a brother and sister. The result of this challenge is the story you’re about to read. I usually have a disclaimer before we start having fun. I took time to craft the forbidden encounters, so if you’re a fan of shorthand pictures, this story might not be for you. Start having fun now! Lovecraft 68
I sat there, staring at the framed photo of me and my dad from high school graduation, sighed, picked up a piece of bubble wrap and carefully folded it over the photo. As I placed it gently in the box that held the rest of my photos on the TV shelf, I noticed it was only midnight. My eyes were burning, to be honest, not just from fatigue. I have broken down and cried so many times since my mom came home to tell us that her uncle couldn’t give her enough money to save the house.
Not so much for my sister Alicia and me, but more so for my mom. In fact, it was the only house my sister and I had ever known, but Mom and Dad had moved into the house their parents had when they were married fifty years ago. Dad always said that when Alicia and I got older, he would love for one of us to take it over and keep it in the family.
The house would probably go to me, because Alicia often said that when she finished school, she was leaving Rhode Island and moving to New York to pursue a career in her mother’s advertising field. Mom and Dad hated their daughter leaving the state, and she promised to spend a year at home looking for a job before moving out after graduation. But to me, she told her brothers everything and she said she was just mocking them. She wanted to try life in the big city and if it didn’t work out she could always come back.
But everything changed a year ago, when my father suffered a brain aneurysm while playing golf and died on the course at the age of forty-seven. Initially I thought we would be fine since he had a decent amount of life insurance that was enough to cover his funeral expenses and pay for the house, which was what he wanted. However, my mother decided to put us first and paid for Alicia’s final two years of schooling and my three years of schooling.
The good news is that we were able to graduate from college, Mom works, Alicia and I work part-time, and we’ll be fine. It felt that way for the first three months, but then Mom’s long-term job dried up and she lost her job. Mom’s job is partially commission-based, and unemployment pays her less than half of her previous income.
Alicia hired an extra shift waitress and I managed to get a few extra hours at Pizza Hut, but things were tough. Once, I offered to take a semester off and work full-time, but my mom was upset because I felt she would beat me up for suggesting it. The good news is that last month mom was hired by another advertising agency – she had already told Alicia there was a job for her – and she is making good money again.
The bad news is that we are over seven months behind on our mortgage and have not paid our property taxes for the past two quarters. The total amount withheld from my mom was over twelve thousand dollars. All of her credit cards were maxed out, and even at the new job, the bank would not help her. Mom owed too much money to take out a loan elsewhere, and she was too new at work to try to get any help there.
My grandparents on my father’s side have passed away, and my mother’s parents are retired in Florida with only pensions and security. Mom’s last chance to save the family is her brother Roger, and she left for Boston today to see him. Alicia and I wanted to go with them, but Mom didn’t want to make our uncle feel guilty, so she left us at home.
We were both working, but when we got home we sat on the couch and pretended to pay attention to the movie Alicia had rented. We kept looking at each other and I knew she wanted to talk about it and I wanted to talk about it too, but we put it off, probably thinking it was bad luck. Once, when Alicia came back from the kitchen with popcorn, she handed me the bowl and said, “Okay, little brother, you’ll watch.”
She didn’t sound confident, as she always did when we were growing up, and there was one question that made it seem like she was just trying to make me feel better. I nodded and said, “Of course, Uncle Roger will find a way!” But I didn’t feel as confident as she seemed. As it turns out, we must have discussed it openly, because when my mother came home and sat on the couch talking to us, she burst into tears, saying Uncle Roger couldn’t help us;
Well, that’s not entirely true, she gave her mom two thousand dollars, saying that was all she had left. Alicia asked her mom if she would go to the bank and ask if they could use it as a down payment on a loan, but she said it wouldn’t be enough. The money would be needed to move and she would start looking at apartments this weekend.
I look up and hear something hit the floor in Alicia’s room. Our soon-to-be home was nearly a hundred years old and had a Jack and Jill bathroom attached to our bedroom. At the moment, the bathroom door on my side is open, and after a loud bang, I can hear Alicia cursing. Like me, Alicia is usually in bed by now, but I’m sure she’s just as distraught as I am and can’t sleep.
I focused my attention on the packaging and grabbed a tape gun to seal the box containing the photos. I picked up the black marker next to me and had just finished writing “Andrew’s Room” when I heard a light knock on the door from the bathroom.
“Hey Andy, do you want some company?”
“Yes, of course,” I replied, standing up and placing the box against the wall where I planned to stack it when I packed my stuff.
“What are you doing?” he asked behind me.
“Sister, how does it feel? I’m packing my things.”
“Okay, wait, I want to tell you something.”
“Okay.” I sighed, turned around and nearly choked when I saw my sister.
Alicia was standing in front of my bed wearing only a pair of black panties and a lacy black tank top that barely covered her breasts. I must have had a surprised look on my face because she asked, “What happened?”
“Where did the rest of your clothes go?” I said, looking at the floor.
“My room is warm and I am comfortable,” she said to me, “why, do I look bad?”
“I… you should at least wear a t-shirt.” I pointed to my desk without looking up, “Take one of my t-shirts out of the top drawer.”
“Oh, come on, I’m your sister, for God’s sake. We used to swim naked together when people took us camping.”
“We’re ten and eight,” I reminded her. “We’ll swim separately when we’re older.”
“You’re going to peek at me from through the bushes, aren’t you?”
I felt my face turn red, and she smiled: “Actually, the last time was only three years ago, and I saw you looking at my eighteen-year-old sister.”
“I was… even earlier than that!” I said angrily.
“Is the issue that you have a crush on me, or do I need to remind you about that time you accidentally bumped into me in the shower?”
When I didn’t respond she laughed again, “What? Won’t it be fun if I find out you’re watching?”
“I’m not checking you out,” I insisted.
“Then keep your head up, don’t look at me, just look at me. I’m too hot to wear a real shirt.”
I felt her move and looked up to find her back to me, I was looking at the pictures on my desk that I hadn’t put away yet. I saw a rolled up newspaper in her hand and she put it down and picked up one of the pictures. Alicia wasn’t kidding when she said she was very sexy. Ever since I learned what sexiness was, my sister has been the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. For a woman, she is tall. It was about five-nine and her long, dark legs looked like they would never grow any longer.
Those legs got her big tips from her job as a waitress, sometimes over three hundred per night. When my mom lost her job, my sister paid all the utility bills and bought the groceries. I feel like an asshole and my paycheck barely covers my car insurance and helping my mom pump gas. Speaking of butts, Alicia was leaning over my desk to turn on an old fan I had in the window behind my desk, and it wasn’t the first time I thought how inappropriate that was.
A man shouldn’t look at his sister, but it was impossible not to do so with her. Alicia’s ass was just as perfect as the rest of her ass and her tight panties gave me a full view of her round cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare at the thin strip between her legs and wonder what her pussy looked like. Still bent over the desk, Alicia began flipping through some of the pictures I had made for art class and swaying from side to side.
I swallowed hard and tried to lift my gaze and watch her cute ass sway back and forth. I noticed the big colorful dragon tattoo on her back, which she called the hobo mark. Staring at it, I remembered her ex-boyfriend Jake calling it a bullseye. I can’t say I blame him. I have no doubt Jake also took advantage of Alicia’s long blonde hair, which reached more than halfway down her back. I can imagine zipping it up and pulling his dick out, adding some white to the red and green tattoo.
Okay, that’s enough. It’s one thing to think Alicia is sexy, but it’s another to start thinking like a pig. My eyes rolled back but now they were faced with the shape and length of those amazing legs. I gave in and followed them from her strong thighs to her bare feet and purple toenails. God, her feet look good too.
“Are you happy to see it?” he asked.
“What do you do….”
My words were cut off when she straightened up and turned around, holding out a small mirror that she had hidden in her hand.
“Nice view, or should I bend over again?”
“I…what happened to you tonight?” I asked.
“Me?” She smiled slyly at me: “It’s okay, I’m not going to stare at my sister.”
She put the mirror down on the table, gave me another awkward smile, and then raised it above her head, stretching her arms. I looked away when she said, “Come on, look at my boobs, you know you want to see them.”
There was something weird about the way she said it, like she was actually trying to encourage me to do it. Although I know I shouldn’t do it, she’s already told me the difference, so why bother now? I looked straight at her breasts and tried not to open my mouth. The shirt was already short and rode up when pulled. I could just make out the curve of the base of her breasts and felt my cock start to throb in the shorts I was wearing.
Alicia’s tits weren’t huge, but they weren’t that small either. But they looked perfect on her petite body. I could see her nipples poking out of the thin fabric of the shirt and at this point I hoped she wasn’t looking at my crotch. I lowered my eyes, taking in her flat stomach and the tiny diamonds embedded in her navy, and decided to actually look at her face.
Alicia smiled at me, her long eyelashes fluttering and her lips pursed so she could get away with killing my father, and most of the time, me too.
“Like what you see, little brother,” he asked, lowering his arms and walking towards me.
“Are you drunk?” I took a step back from him, nervous.
“No, I just want to know what you think.”
“I think you’re either drunk or playing me,” I told her, sitting on the bed and casually placing my hands on my lap, covering my semi-hard penis.
“It’s strange you would say that.”
She gave me a nervous laugh, then returned to my desk and picked up the newspaper she had brought with her. She walked slowly toward me, and I looked at the floor carefully when she sat down next to me.
“What about the paper?” I asked, still looking at my bare feet, avoiding looking at him.
“Well before we begin, let me ask you a question.”
“Ok.”
“Andy, do you think I’m sexy?”
“Obviously, watching you walk around naked,” I said dryly.
“You know what I mean; do you think I’m sexy?”
“you are my sister.”
“I’m also a girl, only two years older than you.” She sighed, “Just look at me, okay?”
I rolled my eyes and looked at him, carefully focusing my gaze on his face.
“Answer the question,” she prompted herself, “if I wasn’t your sister and you saw me at your under-twenty club, would you think I was hot?”
“Why?” I asked cautiously, wondering where she wanted to lead me.
“Oh my god, Andy!” Alicia said sternly: “Stop pretending to be stupid, brother, and answer the questions!”
I stared at her for a moment, then shrugged. “I think you can tell by the suggestions you get and the people you keep meeting that you’re attractive, sis.”
“I know.” She smiled: “But I need to know what you think.” Before I could say anything, she raised her hand, “If you answer me, I promise I will say what I want to say.”
“Okay,” I said in a disappointed tone, “you’re so sexy, sis.”
“Why thank you!” She shook her blonde hair back and forth deliberately. “Now, am I hot enough for sex?”
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“What?” I said, “Are you crazy?”
“Shh!” She placed her finger on my lips, “Mom is downstairs. She must be awake too.”
“Maybe he needs to come over here and slap you.” I shook my head: “What’s wrong with you?”
“Okay, let’s see.” She held up her hands, “I may not be doing this right, but trust me, Andrew, I’m really worried about the house and Mom, and I’m trying to help.”
I furrowed my brows as she spoke. Alicia only calls me Andrew when she’s angry at me or talking about something she considers really important.
“I feel bad for Mom and scared too.” I nodded, “But you’re talking about something weird, Alicia,” I pointed out. “And for you to come here and strut your stuff and pose for me and then ask me if I want to fuck you is amazing.”
“will you do that?”
I looked into her big light blue eyes and said softly: “Sister, go back to your room and sleep. I am your brother, and this is not some disgusting pornographic video played by relatives.”
“That’s funny you said that.” she said, her expression turning serious.
“What does it mean?”
“Andrew, what will you do to keep this house for Mom?”
“If anything,” I said, “this house meant a lot to Mother, and if I could save it, I would.”
“Me too, so keep that in mind when you read this.”
Alicia opened the newspaper and I rolled my eyes when I saw it was this week’s Phoenix.
“What are you doing with that dress?” I waved my hand in disgust, “Those things are full of politics and disgusting personal ads.”
My eyes widened when I thought, “Hey sister, there are all kinds of girls promoting themselves in those commercials! Tell me if you’ve thought about it…”
“Sort of,” she said softly.
He folded the paper in half and handed it to me. “Read the ad I circled.”
I took the paper from his hand, put my head down and started reading where he pointed.
“Hi, we are a professional couple with very specific and not entirely acceptable attractions. What we are looking for and what we are willing to pay big bucks to see is a brother and sister who are willing to have sex. Right in front of us.
“What the hell…?” I whispered.
“Keep reading.” Alicia tapped the paper.
Even though I had no real desire, I turned my attention back to the ad.
“Obviously this is a taboo request and trust us to proceed with caution, as you will too. Interested siblings must be over 18 years of age – we do not want to engage in underage sex – and be able to legally prove they are siblings, most importantly the requirements must be very attractive, we only offer generous compensation to qualified applicants, so please inquire carefully.
“Sick mother.” I mumbled and handed the paper back to her.
“So what do you think?”
“I think…” I stopped and stared at her, suddenly realizing why she was like that. “Alicia, are you thinking…”
“Yes.” he said quickly. “Andy, I spoke to that woman…”
“did you talk to her?”
“…I had the paper with me for a week,” she admitted, “and it caught my eye. Another waitress who knew what was going on at home suggested…that I put an ad in. She said I could make thousands of dollars in a few months.
“Oh my god!” I shook my head: “You don’t want to be a prostitute, do you?”
“I…I am.” He lowered his head. “Some of these ads have girls charging a thousand dollars a night and hooking up with people like sugar daddies. But when I read other ads, guys are looking for women and it scares me. I mean, I want a career, and who knows if I’ll ever meet someone I’d be able to…well, you know.
“But you… will you fuck me?” I asked, shocked.
“I went to throw the paper away,” she continued, “but I was taking a break and I wanted to look at the other ads and laugh, and then I saw this one. I thought it was disgusting, but…” she shrugged. “I kept the paper, and when Mom said Uncle Roger was her last chance, I… I responded, and he responded with the phone number.”
“I can’t believe you would do that!” I said to her, “Sister, this is so disgusting! This…”
“He said they would pay us $20,000.”
“How much…how much do I have?”
“You heard me, there is cash,” she said. “Andy, it’s enough to pay the mortgage, pay the taxes, make some bank payments and even pay off Mom’s credit card.”
“But we…we have to have sex!” I pointed out “And in front of someone else!”
“I knew it was there, but there was no other way.”
“Then let’s do this.” I said, pointing to the newspaper, “I’m sorry, sister, this is so disgusting, you’re going crazy even thinking about it.”
“Andy, Mom is devastated. This house is everything to her, and you said so yourself. You also said you would do anything to help her.
“I did, but I meant anything reasonable.”
“Andy, please!” she started screaming.
“Oh, stop it,” I told him. “And even if we did, how can you tell mom where we got all that money.”
“I told him I was going to the casino this weekend with tips. We’ll say we went and made good money.”
“Alicia…” I held up my hands, “This is crazy, not to mention disgusting.”
“You think I’m disgusting?”
“Just having sex with you.”
“Thanks.” She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t mind staring at my ass a few minutes ago.”
“Don’t do that!” “Oh my god, you said you wouldn’t sleep with a man for money, but you will sleep with me? This is even worse.”
“No… not at all,” she said.
“How did you know that?”
“Look Andy, I’m a beautiful girl and I know I’m in good shape.”
“We’re polite, aren’t we?” I smiled nervously.
“You said it yourself, my secrets gave away everything. My beautiful smile kept me from knowing these secrets.” He bowed and lowered his voice. “Remember a few months ago when I came home with five hundred dollars to pay my overdue gas bill?”
“Yeah, you said you won playing keno.” I said, “Don’t tell me…”
