There’s no clever way to say it. My sister and I fucked a lot that summer.
We had all the restless passion of a pair of new lovers, with the bonus of our attraction being completely fucking wrong. It was an insane combination, multiplied in ferocity by the closeness the two of us had always shared. Monica crept into my bed many times after our first night together – and I could complain about how little I slept, but who am I kidding? We became, for all intents and purposes, siblings with benefits.
Monica never let me forget it. If giving in to her basest desire was my attempt at satiating her, I had completely failed. My sister became even hornier once she’d gained access to my dick, and I began to brace myself whenever my phone vibrated with a text message. Sometimes it was my father telling me where my next assignment was, sometimes it was my sister showing me what she was going to give me when I got home.
There was the time she snapped me a photo of her new piercing (it was in a very private place) and I nearly fell off a roof. There was the time she sent me a 10 second video of her fucking a dildo on my bed (that afternoon, the freeway had never been so slow). There was the time I was on a date (Monica insisted I go on dates, just as she insisted on waiting up) and she called me right in the middle of it, while I was at the table, to tell me to come home and take her by force.
“Mom and dad aren’t home,” she whispered into the phone. “You could have your way with me and no one would ever know.”
It was a double-date, and I tried not to let on to the others at the table that my cock was already stiff as a rod.
“And I could scream for help…” she continued, “and no one would hear me.”
I coughed politely. “I’m… well, I’m just not sure about that…”
I heard my sister grin into the phone. “I’ll let you stick it up my ass. Do you think little miss ‘double-date’ will let you do that on the first night?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“That’s too bad. See, somehow I’ve managed to tie myself to your bed, and my ass is all smeared in lube. I dunno what mom and dad are gonna think when they get home…”
I excused myself from the table by saying there was a family emergency (wasn’t there?) and raced home on the 101. My sister wasn’t joking. She was naked on my bed, her wrists tied to my headboard, her beautiful, bouncing ass gleaming with KY jelly and a packet of condoms balanced on her tailbone. She never did tell me how she’d managed that.
Our parents were gone until late that night and I punished her with every inch of me.
I can think of few things dirtier than fucking your little sister up the ass while she screams about what an absolute whore she is, but, at the same time, that depravity was also an act of love. For whatever reason, my sister had a deep and insatiable desire to be filled that summer – not taken and used like an actual whore, nor in hopping from car to car like the slut she whispered in my ear she was – but only by the one man she believed respected her enough to do these things to her and still look her in the eye. Yes, it was a messy, nasty thing we did on my bed that night (many nights), but when it was over and she’d visited the bathroom, cleaned up, and returned, what she really wanted was to be held by someone who wouldn’t judge her for wanting messy, nasty things.
I had no doubt she could find such a man outside her family (I did try, sometimes, to convince her our incest couldn’t last), but for now, for the summer, all she wanted was me.
It was a big responsibility, and it was hard not to feel for her, not to reach out to her with a tenderness equal to my lust. Those moments in the darkness of my room, my door locked, just after we’d fucked, were the only moments when her need was satisfied. We slept like the dead.
If we woke in the middle of the night, often she’d ask if I’d like to taste her. It was an invitation to play with the little ring that pierced her clitoral hood, and we both enjoyed that. She liked my tongue, I liked the way her thighs squirmed over my ears as she fought desperately not to make a sound.
For 20 years, we’d given our parents no reason to think our relationship was anything but proper. What would they have thought if they knew that we were sixty-nining while they were sipping orange juice downstairs? What would they have thought if they could hear my sister begging me to cum on her face (or for a kiss afterward)? What would they have thought if they knew their good little girl only wore skirts when she wanted to sit on my lap – or that she only wanted to sit on my lap when she wasn’t wearing panties…?
* * *
Amidst all of this titillation, I was still working. Working hard, too, which is one of a myriad reasons why I was helpless to resist my horny little sister. Californians suffered rolling blackouts throughout that summer, which put us permanently on call, and my father was eager for me to take on more responsibility in the hopes that, somewhere down the road, I’d take over for him when he went into retirement. Me, I’d settle for building a nice bridge or two, maybe a progressive corporate complex with LEED-certified amenities… but I digress.
If Monica had one job that summer, it was coming up with new ways for us to fuck. Sometimes she liked to play up the fact that we were related, teasing and touching like a bratty younger sister until I was forced to bend her over (sometimes in our family’s garage, sometimes in a more public place). Other times, she liked to play as if we were friends, or even strangers. Los Angeles is a big town, and there were always places to go where no one knew our faces. I went down on her in dark movie theatres, she went down on me in public parks. Sometimes she’d have me follow her in a mall and then drag her into my car…
And then there was this one time.
* * *
If you live in or around LA, you’ve probably heard of the abandoned zoo. It closed in the sixties, but it’s still there in Griffith Park, and you can wander in and out of the old cages, hang out, walk around, smoke weed, etc. We had a brief break in the heat (not much of one, it was still in the mid-80s), so one weekend we decided to go. Originally it was going to be a whole family outing, but my dad got called in, my mom had to deal with something with my aunt, and that left Moni and me. She grinned at me, the way she often did that summer, but I shook my head.
“Let’s just go, with no funny business,” I said.
“You mean, like brother and sister?”
“Yes, like a normal pair of siblings.”
“Who don’t fuck?”
“Who do not do that.”
She hooked her arm around mine and blew a lock of hair out of her eyes. “That sounds really boring.”
I told her to bring her hiking boots, water bottle, handkerchief for the heat, and we made a day of it, wandering through the cages, then moving on to the hills and trails above, always moving up. Griffith Park is also where you’ll find the Hollywood sign, if you trek far enough, but there’s also enough trees and little creeks to get semi-lost in, if you try.
We didn’t exactly get lost, but at some point we weren’t sure if we were following a trail or just a break in the foliage. Monica wasn’t wild about the idea, but I had told her that physical exercise was a good way to burn off the general horniness that boredom engenders.
“Yeah, or I could fuck,” she said on the trail ahead of me. I admired the curve of her buttocks as they shifted back in forth in her shorts. She caught me looking over her shoulder.
“You could,” I said, “but that only takes you so far.”
“It’s as far as I want to go this summer.”
“Mm,” I hummed to myself, thinking about what that entailed. I stopped short of tripping over Monica just in time, as she’d stopped walking and was now standing before me in the trail. She leaned back against a thin tree and looked up at me.
“I’ve really got to thank you properly for this summer,” she said.
I sighed and shook my head. “Moni, not now…”