This story involves incest.
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We grew up normally, my sister and I did. There was no way to know what would happen. We had a typical suburban upbringing, with typical working parents, and had typical sibling fights. We were never particularly close, nor were we particularly distant. I am four years older than she is, so to me, she was just the spoiled brat. I felt she was coddled, while she felt I got to do everything I wanted to, and that it wasn’t fair. We fought, argued and pestered each other, but no more or less than any other cookie-cutter suburban family.
I went to the state university in town, majoring in history, trying to earn my teaching certificate. I spent my freshman and sophomore years living in the dorms. Then later, through a lot of overtime at a meaningless retail job, I was able to get an apartment off campus. It was small, with just one bedroom with the only bathroom located inside the bedroom. It had a small kitchen and den, with a narrow balcony, but more than enough space for just me.
Heather, my sister, graduated from high school the same month I graduated from college and had earned my teaching certificate. We had a big family party at my parents’ house. My friends came over and her friends came over as well. We had grandparents, cousins, other relatives we hadn’t seen in years all came over to celebrate with us. Dad and Uncle James manned the grill. My folks generally didn’t drink, but being a typical college guy, I had developed a taste for beer and brought enough to keep my friends and I well lubricated for the night.
Heather approached me at one point and asked if she and her friends Lisa and Mandy could have a couple of beers. I told her to keep it quiet, don’t get too crazy and I wouldn’t object. They didn’t, and everyone had a good time. We sat around the fire pit and laughed with our cousins and friends. We told stories and jokes, turned up the music a bit loud, and danced throughout the night. I had to chase a couple of my buddies away from Lisa and Mandy as the night drew on, reminding them they were my sister’s friends and not to be messing with them. But other than that, again, nothing notable happened.
I was protective of them, but not overly protective. I knew what my friends had in mind. They were the typical college “use them and lose them” types. I had known Lisa and Mandy since they were all in middle school together. The three of them were inseparable, and I guess I came to see them all as my little sisters. Lisa, the tall, lanky basketball player with long blonde hair, and Mandy, the shorter brunette, kind of plump, flirty, and fun, were all at the house constantly growing up. Once I graduated high school, I saw less of them, but at every family gathering, every school holiday, they there were. My folks seemed not to mind, and honestly, I didn’t pay them all that much attention. I was always too focused on myself and what I had going on.
The party wound down eventually. Our uncles, aunts, and cousins all headed off. My folks cleaned up, and I went out with my friends to a party on campus, while Heather and her friends did whatever high school girls do.
Pretty typical. Pretty boring, eh? Yeah, you’re right. But that would all soon change.
I managed to get a teaching job at the same high school in town Heather and I had graduated from. I kept the little apartment and readied myself to begin work. There were workshops and orientations to attend. Heather (and Lisa and Mandy) enrolled at the same state university in town I had attended. They would all live in the dorms, (as all freshman were required to do) so once again, I might see them here and there, but our lives wouldn’t really intersect. That’s what I thought, anyway.
September turned into October, and life continued as it was supposed to. I threw myself into my classes. I’d go out on the weekends now and again, even had a few dates here and there, but for the most part, I led a quiet life. On one such quiet Saturday morning, my phone rang unexpectedly. It was Heather. She needed a favor. I should have said no. If I had, none of this would have happened, but I didn’t.
It seemed harmless enough at the time. She, Lisa and Mandy were going out to some new dance club and wanted to have an Uber pick them up from my place. The reason they gave me was they didn’t want to have to walk across the campus from the dorms to Heather’s car all dressed up and chance drawing any unwanted attention. Remembering my days on campus, I agreed, and soon my apartment was filled with girlish chatter and laughter. Heather gave me a big hug when she arrived, her petite frame pressed into mine. I noticed the top she was wearing was very low cut, and one thought hit me like a freight train… my sister had a fantastic set of tits on her! But when did that happen? I shook my head to clear the thought away as the three of them bounded into my place and seemingly took over in a matter of moments.
They had brought bags with them, apparently filled with outfits and makeup and assorted accessories to change into for their night out. They took over my bedroom and the accompanying bathroom for the next several hours. I heard the shower turn on and off a couple times and plenty of excited voices through the bedroom door as I sat and read a biography of Alexander Hamilton in my recliner.
I knocked on my bedroom door a couple hours later (an odd thing to have to be doing, I thought to myself) and asked if they were hungry. Heather opened the door wide enough to pop her head out and answer me. As she spoke, I saw a flash of bare ass behind her as someone (Lisa I guessed) dashed from the bathroom past the doorway across the room. That was unexpected. And a little nice.
I ordered pizzas, wings and drinks from a popular delivery place. Thirty minutes later, the food had arrived, and I was once again knocking on my bedroom door. This time, Mandy poked her head out the barely opened door, and I saw Heather behind her, facing away from me, wearing nothing but a black thong, in the process of pulling a shirt over her head and down her bare back. I told Mandy the food was here and ended up in the kitchen in a mental fog. How had I never noticed my sister had such a tight, round ass? And why was I noticing it now? What the Hell was wrong with me?
My thoughts were interrupted by the three of them swarming into the kitchen, grabbing plates and cups. As we ate, the girls asked me about some of their former schoolmates, who were now in the classes I taught, and I in turn asked them how college was going for them so far. You know, typical, pleasant enough conversation. I did find myself ‘noticing’ each one of them anew. Lisa had little in the way of boobs but a great set of long, slender legs and an alluring look about her. Mandy’s plumpness lent her to having a large set of soft looking tits, but her eyes danced around as she spoke to you. Her smile would be the death of some lucky guy someday. And then there was Heather. Oh my, Heather. A simply beautiful face, sparkling eyes, bright smile, cute petite frame, those large, perfectly round, seemingly gravity-defying tits, tiny waist and a simply perfect round ass. I was amazed. How did those genes and mine come from the same place?
I mean, I certainly wasn’t ugly, but I always considered myself just… average. Average height, average weight, average build, average brown hair and eyes. And yeah, average in the penis department too I supposed. But no one had ever complained. I dated here and there, so I wasn’t socially awkward, but I was never the life of the party. But how, oh how, did the same genes produce me… and then a perfect creature like my sister?
The girls plopped their plates in the sink when they were done, and it snapped me out of my daze. They retreated to my bedroom to finish dressing for their night out, and I returned to my book. Images of their luscious bodies invaded my thoughts periodically. I tried to shake them off as often as they arrived. I mean, this was my sister, and the others were as good as sisters. I supposed it wasn’t unusual to notice that they had grown into beautiful, sexy women. They certainly were, and they certainly had. And here I was, a normal, typical guy. Naturally, I had noticed, but that would be the end of it. Or so I told myself.
They emerged dressed to kill. Short skirts, tight tops, lots of skin exposed. I would describe their outfits further for you, but really, I couldn’t ever do them justice. They were all just so…. Hot. Sexy. Do-able. They were going to get a lot of attention tonight. I was more than a little intrigued, and even had a momentary thought of going to the club later myself, just to see what might happen.
Their ride arrived, and Heather kissed me on the cheek as they left. I returned to my book. I watched a documentary on Netflix I had queued up last week and decided to go to sleep. As I stripped down, I saw the girls had left their bags here. Thinking back, of course they weren’t going to take them along to the dance club. That meant they’d be coming back at some point. I headed into the bathroom to shower. There, I saw a tiny, neon green thong lying on the shelf where I kept my clean towels. I picked it up absentmindedly, wondering to myself if this had come off Heather’s perfect ass, down Lisa’s thin, slender legs, or from in between Mandy’s bountiful cheeks. I rolled it around in my hand a moment, then threw it into the bedroom on top of one of their bags. I grabbed the last clean towel and stepped into the shower.
As the warm water ran down my chest, I thought again how great the girls all looked tonight. I felt the familiar stirring in my balls and my dick began to twitch. I hurried through the rest of my shower, now ashamed of the reaction I was having to the idea of my sister and her friends being sexual beings. I turned on SportsCenter and climbed into bed, naked as usual, hoping the TV would distract me enough to go to sleep without thinking more about the girls. I fell asleep eventually but not until after I tossed and turned a lot.
My phone woke me up just before 3 am. Heather had been calling and texting me for some 20 minutes. Apparently, I had locked them out. I had, unintentionally, since I did not consider that they were coming back here tonight. I pulled on some boxers and paddled out to open the door.
“Dude, not cool,” Lisa greeted me with a scowl.
“Why did you lock us out?” Heather pouted.
“I didn’t think you were coming back here tonight,” I replied. They all still looked so… delicious. Sweat glistening on their necks, hair just tussled enough to look like they had a lot of fun tonight, yet still be up for more.