8 comments/ 142866 views/ 28 favorites A New Philosophy By: TheBlackFeather This is a purely fictional story (as far as I know). Throughout the story, character's thoughts are in italics, occasionally this switches from an internal monologue to an internal dialogue, if you can't tell. Like the devil and angel on the shoulders. Enjoy, feel free to leave feedback. ****** Michael was home from college for the summer, having just completed his third year majoring in Philosophy, with a minor in Psychology. For him, the summer break was a time to recharge the batteries, meaning that he exercised his personal philosophy of lazing about for three months. Even though he wanted money to spend, he wasn't willing to give up sleeping till noon just to get a job. Most days he would get up in the afternoon and watch some TV until dinner, then spend the rest of the night surfing the net (usually for porn) or playing some video games, finally calling it quits in the early hours of the morning. His sister, Katie, had been making fun of him lately for spending all his time inside and never getting out, so today he had gone into the back yard to do some yoga. Though he had not formally studied for a few years, Michael was an accomplished martial artist and still frequently used meditative techniques that created a certain air of calmness around him. Most girls at college that knew him thought of him as dark and mysterious, but not in a bad way. He had so far declined to go out with many of them on the basis of them being, in his mind, shallow or superficial or just plain ignorant. He had already given his virginity to a girl two years ago, but he liked to take things slow and make the relationships more than just about sex. It was part of his deeper nature, something that drove his admirers wild. As he went through the routines of his stretching and breathing exercises he felt his pulse slow and a sense of calmness come over him. His movements were fluent and graceful from the years of practice. Even though he spent a lot of time indoors, he was by no means unfit, another fact that girls took notice of. He switched from the yoga warmups to Aikido, which was his principal discipline when he studied. He was a bit rusty but managed to spar with his shadow reasonably well. I would be on my ass if I were sparring with my instructor right now. God, I've forgotten a lot of this. From the kitchen window, Katie was watching her brother go through the graceful motions with the stare of a lioness hunting her prey. For the past week or two, she had been noticing her brother in a different light. He had always been handsome to her, but she had been having feelings of lust whenever she was around him. At first she felt guilty for feeling this way about him, but the more she thought about it, the more she said to herself 'to hell with taboo subjects', and the thoughts of fucking him increased. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she was oblivious to the outside world. "Oh yeah," she moaned, while watching him from the window. Her hand slipped down the front of her cotton shorts and she lightly rubbed her clit. Her free hand cupped her breast through the thin shirt and massaged it. She lightly bit down on her lip as she imagined Michael running his firm but graceful hands up and down her body, and then furiously fucking her. She had so far not seriously considered seducing her brother, but after this afternoon of spying, she had wondered if it was possible. The two siblings had always been close, though nothing remotely sexual had ever occurred between them. When he came home for the semester after finsihing finals, she had her first sexual thoughts about him. She thought that maybe he would be into it and was starting to consider a serious attempt to fuck him. Michael had finished his routine outside and was making his way to the back door. Seeing this, Katie quickly composed herself just before he walked in. "Hey Katie," Michael said, in an even tone, "what's up?" "Hey Mike, not much. You finally went outside I see." "Well I figured maybe you were right," he said quietly with a slight grin, "and it's a great day out there anyway, so I thought what the hell? Thanks for the suggestion." He noticed that she was looking at him a little oddly and her manner seemed a little unusual. "What's going on?" he said, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Nothin'," she said, with a smile trying to convey her innocence. "You just seem a little preoccupied. Is something wrong?" "Oh, I'm just a little tired," she replied, "didn't get much sleep last night. Went out with some friends; we got in pretty late." It was true that she had been out with friends the previous night and had gotten in at around one in the morning, but she wasn't about to tell him that she had been watching him through the window thinking about fucking his brains out. "Okay then," he said, seeming to buy this explanation. "I'ma go upstairs and take a shower." "Okay," she said, as her lust filled eyes trailed him out of the room. Fuck I've got to learn to control myself! she thought. Can't have him getting all weirded out on me before I try to fuck him. Wait. Before I try to fuck him? Yes, I'm going to try to fuck him. It's decided then. At the moment however, she intended on getting a glimpse of her brothers naked, hard body as he went to take a shower. She had never really been a peeping tom, but her lust was overwhelming her logic and she crept towards the staircase. Just then the front door opened and her mother came in carrying a load of groceries in her arms. Dammit! Not now! "Hi hon," said her mother, "how are you today?" "Hi Mom, I'm fine. What are you doing home so early?" "Not much happening at work so I took off early. Where's Michael?" "I think he just got in the shower," she said, trying to sound unconcerned. "Oh, well in that case could you help me bring in the groceries?" "Sure." After all of the items had been put into the pantry and refrigerator, the two women sat down on the sofa together and turned on some day-time soaps. Katie wasn't much for them, but Julie, her mother, liked them for some reason. "How can you watch these Mom?" Katie asked her with a joking tone. "What do you mean? I think they're okay," Julie replied. "Oh c'mon! The acting is horrible," she drew this word out with exaggeration. "Not to mention the writing!" Julie laughed, and said, "Well they've never exactly been known for their great content, but you have to admit those men are pretty hot. That's about the only reason to watch these things. That or to see the bitchy women get shot by jealous lovers." Her husband had left her about two years after Katie had been born, claiming that he wasn't ready to be a father. In reality, he was bored with Julie and had been having multiple affairs during her second pregnancy. But instead of getting dragged into court over paying child support, he had volunteered to pay a hefty monthly sum. Other than the checks in the mail, there had been no contact for sixteen years. "Maybe, but I can go to the mall or to a club and see guys," Katie said. Or I can stay here at home and watch my brother, who is ten times hotter than any of those meatheads on TV. Michael came down the stairs at the moment in his robe. Katie had her eyes immediately glued to his crotch hoping the robe might suddenly burst open from her wishful thinking. Michael noticed his mother sitting on the sofa. "Hey Mom," he said with surprise, "what are you doing home?" "Oh I took the afternoon off," she replied. "Thought I might get some grocery shopping done and then come home and veg." "Sounds good," he replied with a relaxed smile. "Looks like my philosophy is starting to finally spread." "Oh honey," Julie replied with mild sarcasm, "as deep as your so called philosophy is, you should know that you're about thirty years too late. I'm afraid the hippies have not only beat you to it, but have drastically outdone you. Instead of doing nothing over the summer, they do nothing the whole year." The two women laughed and Michael stood feigning disappointment before laughing with them. "Well you see," he said with a sarcastic tone of arrogance, "I have perfected the idea by limiting it to only three months instead of twelve. Everything in moderation, as the saying goes." "Three months is hardly moderation Mike," Katie said rolling her eyes. "She's right honey," Julie said with a more concerned tone. "Spending all your time inside isn't healthy. You should get out a bit." "Hey I was outside earlier today exercising. Tell her Katie! I figure that should be enough for this summer. Get off my back!" "Honey, I'm not trying to nag at you, I just want you to get out and socialize a little bit, maybe meet a nice girl." "Mom..." he groaned with embarrassment. "Well honey, how long has it been since your last date?" "It doesn't matter, Mom. When the right girl comes along I'll ask her out. But I'm not going to jump on the first girl that throws herself at me for the sake of relieving primitive urges." "I only meant dating," Julie said, slightly embarrassed that her son was discussing sex in front of her, "not having sex. Besides, aren't you a little young for that?" "Mom," Katie chimed in, "you know that kids are out there screwing when they're only twelve, so by those standards maybe he's a late bloomer." "Oh shutup," he snapped with a grin. "Well at least promise to get out of the house a little over the summer," Julie said. Katie looked across at her mother with some agitation. No don't tell him to do that! I need him to stay here so I can convince him to fuck me every day for the rest of the summer! "OK fine," Michael said sighing, "if it will make you happy I'll call up one of my friends and we'll go hit a bar or something." "I promise you'll thank me for it," Julie said smiling. ****** That night, Michael went out with one of his college buddies to a local joint. He had only turned 21 two months ago; while most other guys would go out and get plastered when they turned 21, Michael spent the night at home after eating some cake and downloaded porn. He had never been a big drinker and he didn't like bars. This one was a crowded and noisy place, almost totally opposite in character to Michael. Tim, his friend, was also a quiet type, but didn't seem to be overly bothered by the scene. "Fuck it's noisy in here man," Michael said. "Ah it's not too bad. 'Sides, if I can get a little action tonight, then going deaf will be an even trade," Tim replied jokingly. The bar was filled with the usual crowd of college aged (and some not-so-college-aged) people, looking for a drink or a little fling. Michael and Tim took a table towards the back, Tim figuring he could scope the place out from there. A few lookers here and there, but neither of them were particularly attracted to the total sluts that seemed to spawn in bars. One girl however caught Tim's eye and she glanced back from time to time, smiling. Much to Michael's horror, one of the slutty girls from the bar was walking towards their table, looking him dead in the eye. She looked in her mid-30's, the kind of desperate woman that hits on college boys to feel young again. "So I have an idea," she said, a strong waft of alcohol assaulting his nostrils. Michael sighed. He knew what was coming. Let me guess, you want to go back to your apartment and fuck, right? "I think you and I should get out of here baby," she said in a sexy voice. We have a winner! You win a trip to 'The hell away from her!' "Maybe go back to my place for a while? What do you say?" she continued. "I have to get up early for work tomorrow, so no thank you," he said cooly. "Well you don't have to stay the whole night," she smiled placing her hands on his chest. "Sorry," he said and excused himself to get another beer. Tim, on the other hand, had been having some success in chatting up the other girl, and the two were getting a little touchy feely. When Michael got back from the bar, the slutty girl had gone, but Tim and his new interest were still there, just shy of dry humping. "Tim man," Michael said, "I think I'm gonna head out. Looks like you have a ride though?" Tim looked like a man shaken out of a good sex dream. "Eh? Oh, Mike. Yeah man, I'm good. Thanks for the invitation, we gotta do this more often." "Yeah, sure thing man." With that Michael made his way to the door. As the door closed behind him and he breathed in the fresh night air, his nerves began to settle again. He drew his keys from his pocket when a voice spoke behind him. "I still think you should come home with me," a woman said. He whipped around in a smooth, controlled action. It was the slutty barfly. "Look," he said with a tiredly, "I already said--" "Don't you want a little of this?" she said with a deep lust in her voice, opening her shirt and exposing her breasts to him. He felt his cock stir in his pants and begin to get hard. "This really isn't gonna work," he said, absentmindedly staring at her breasts. He stepped back from her and regained his cool. In her alcohol clouded mind, this was an insult. Here she was, graciously and humbly offering herself to a nice young man, and he turned her down! "What the fuck? Are you a fag or somethin'?" she screamed. "Sorry," he said in his calm voice, "this isn't going to happen." "Oh fuck you then. Just FUCK YOU, asshole!" She buttoned her shirt and stormed off back into the bar. Michael stood for a moment looking at the ground with a quiet grin on his face. He then remembered that his cock was still attempting to pitch a tent in his pants. Don't worry 'Mr. Happy'. You'll get yours when we get home. ****** It was around midnight when he got home. He turned off the headlights as he pulled into the driveway to avoid lighting up the house and potentially waking up his mother; not because he was afraid of being caught coming home late, but because she would come down to prove that she was right, he had had a good time, despite the advances of the unsavory woman. He went in the back door from the garage, through the kitchen, and into the living room. He found Katie asleep on the couch. She had been waiting for him to get home so she could put on a show for him. While he had been gone she had been formulating her plan to seduce him. The first stages were to get him interested by prancing around in skimpy outfits. When she heard him come in she pretended to be asleep on the couch. "Sis," Michael whispered, "you awake?" "Hmmm," she moaned in a groggy voice, "what?" "You might wanna get to bed, it's past midnight." "Hmm?" she said, seeming to become more awake as she sat up and dark strands of hair fell into her eyes. "Bed. You fell asleep on the couch." "Oh. I was watching TV. Thanks for waking me up," she smiled. "No prob." "Guess I'll go to bed." "Alright, good night then." "Good night." She got up off of the couch and started walking towards the staircase. It was only then that Michael noticed she was wearing a thong that showed off her perfect ass. He was hypnotized as it swished back and forth, its curves leading him to and fro. He stared with a dumb look, his mouth half open. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked back over her shoulder and saw him staring. "Is something wrong?" she asked, knowing that her plan was working. "Huh? Oh, uh, no," he stammered, glad that he had not been busted, "no nothing, good night." "Good night," she smiled and went upstairs. The first stage of her plan was falling into place. She would continue tomorrow. When she got to her room she frantically masturbated and then fell asleep. In his own room, Michael was likewise masturbating; not to images of a porn star or some girl from school, but to his sister. What the fuck are you doing man? Hey, I can't help it after tonight, besides you saw her ass! That's your sister, chief. Well...so what? Yeah! So what? ****** The next morning, Michael had recovered from his outburst of unbridled lust and had regained his calm exterior. He got dressed and went downstairs. His sister was sitting on the couch watching TV. "You're up early," she said glancing at him. "Yeah," he said in a distracted tone. "Oh, Mom went to spend the weekend at Aunt Sarah's. She'll be back Sunday afternoon or night. So we'll have the place to ourselves," she said with an odd tone to her voice. This last statement made Michael stop in his tracks. What does she mean by THAT? She couldn't possibly...no that's crazy. Just your cock thinking for you. "Huh. Ok. I think I'll go outside again today, probably could use some exercise." "Oh! Do you think you could teach me some of your karate stuff?" "Uh...sure...I guess." "Okay just give me a minute to get changed." She got up out of the recliner and made her way to the laundry room, still wearing the thong from the night before. Again, Michael's eyes were glued to her ass. She pretended to drop something and bent over to pick it up, giving him a perfect view of her curves. His cock, which he thought he had regained control of, sprung up to meet the joyous site and the heat of lust filled his veins. When she came back she was dressed in a tight aerobic outfit. The outline of her hard nipples were clearly visible through the material and all the curves of her hips and ass were accented by the outfit. Fuck! Fuck, she's hot! Oh fuck! Once again, his usual manner of placing love before lust was discarded as the latter replaced all logic in his sex clouded brain. "Ready?" she asked. "Sure," he said, his voice noticeably airy. If by 'ready' you mean 'ready to fuck your brains out', then hell yes I sure fucking am ready! They went outside into the backyard. It was another beautiful summer day; the sun was out and it was mildly warm with a few fluffy clouds drifting by. The air smelled like summer: freshly cut grass, a few flowers, a late morning barbeque. Michael walked to a smooth patch of grass, the same that he had used the day before in his exercises. "So, what kind of warmups are you wanting to try?" he asked, having a hunch, if not hope, that it would in some way involve her bending over. "Well, I was thinking first just something that would get me a bit stretched out; something like touching toes I guess." "Ok, I can show you something like that." He showed her a few ways to stretch without hurting herself or pulling any muscles, but still achieving a good stretch. "Here, just watch me and make sure I'm doing it right," she said as she bent over, sticking out her ass. A perfect position to fuck her! he thought. He moved to correct her position. "Try not to contort your body so much or you'll throw out your back." "What? Well how then? Just move me into the right position." I'm thinking that on my cock would be the right position you fucking slut! Oh God I wanna fuck you! Come on man get it together, Mr. Happy had his chance last night. He pushed the small of her back down trying to get her ass to not stick out, but she refused to correct it until he put his hands directly on her ass. He palmed her warm, firm ass and pushed it into the correct position and she stretched lower. "Mmmm," she said, "this feels great!" He was starting to shake slightly from the excitement. Luckily she stood up before he gave in to his desire. "Okay, what about a different one?" she asked with a tone that said she had no idea of the effect she was causing on her brother, which of course was a lie. "What did you have in mind?" he asked with a shaky voice and swallowed. A New Philosophy Ch. 02 In the upstairs bedroom, which belonged to their mother, Michael and Katie were just concluding another round of hard, sweaty sex. It was late Sunday morning and they had decided to get in one more fling before their mother, Julie, returned home from visiting her sister. "Fuck that was good!" panted Katie. She rolled off her brother and lay limp on the bed beside him, trying to catch her breath. Michael lay on his back taking long deep breaths, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smile on his face. "What time is it?" he said, drawing circles around his sister's nipple with his finger. Katie looked at the clock on the night stand. It was 10:42. Their mother was supposed to be home sometime between three and five. That meant there was still time to get in one more good fuck before she got home. "About a quarter 'til eleven," she said, her breathing a little more controlled. "We've still got plenty of time." "Now might be a good time to change the sheets though; we can hit it again in my bed later," Michael said, sitting up. They both rolled out of the bed and pulled off the sex stained sheets. During the process of putting down new covers, Michael couldn't resist grabbing his sister's ass several times and giving her little squeezes, making her squeal with laughter. "Mike!" she laughed. "C'mon, let's go shower." "Right behind ya; giving it to you, that is." Katie went and started the shower while Michael disposed of the dirty sheets in the laundry room. He happened to glance at the phone and saw the message light blinking. Huh, I don't remember hearing the phone he thought. Well of course I wouldn't have heard it we were upstairs; God she's got some lungs on her. He hit the play button. *Beep* "Hi kids, this is your mother calling. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be coming back a few hours early, so make sure to clean up any party messes before I get there! I'm leaving at eight tomorrow morning so I should be home by ten or so. Love you! See you then! *Beep* End of message." Michael's heart froze. It was now 10:50. Ten? Oh shit. Oh SHIT. Please, PLEASE let her have been late. He ran upstairs, his stomach filling with guilt. At the end of the hall, Katie was standing naked, waiting for her brother to join her in the shower. She noticed the look of panic in Michael's eyes. "Mike," she said worriedly, "what's wrong?" "Fuck, Katie. We may be in deep shit. Mom left a message, said she was coming home early. Thought she would be here around ten." Katie felt her stomach drop and panic started to spread. "Ten? Fuck, oh no, shit; Mike, you don't think she heard us?" "Well Christ, if she did come home, there's no way she could have stepped foot in the door without hearing us. We always left the door open, remember? And we made no attempt to be quiet." "Shit. Shit! Well is her car out there? Maybe she's running late," she whimpered. "It's not, I already checked. Either she's not home yet, God I hope that's the case, or she's SERIOUSLY pissed and is on the rampage somewhere." "Fuck. Well what should we do?" she asked, her voice raising with panic. "If she heard us then all we can do is wait for her to get back and accept the consequences," he said with a shaky voice, feeling he might vomit at any second. Then remembering that his sister was also just as afraid, he tried to play the courageous big brother and added, "Unless you wanna make a run for the border or something, my car could probably make it." She appreciated his attempt to soothe her. If they got out of this alive, she planned on giving him a very special 'thank you'. They both got dressed and went downstairs to wait, either for their mother's second return and the inevitable fury, or for her to return from their aunt's, oblivious to their activities. There was no discussion between them as they waited. Each was lost in their own thoughts, imagining what terrible fate might await them if their mother had discovered that her children had been fucking the living shit out of each other in her bed. Michael feared his mother would return accompanied by the police, who would then haul him off to jail on charges of abuse. Katie was thinking about which of her girlfriends she could call to stay with after her mother disowned her and threw her out. At length, they heard a car pull up into the driveway. "Shit. I think I'm going to be sick," Michael said in a low wavering voice, staring at the floor. His normal calmness had utterly abandoned him at the prospect of having been caught with his sister; not just caught with his sister, but caught by his mother. The air was still, like the silence before some terrible storm that was just on the brink of exploding forth with all its fury. The shadow of their mother passed by the living room window. The knob turned slowly; Katie could have sworn that it was turning in slow motion, drawing out the moment before their inevitable doom. It opened and Julie came in carrying her suitcase in one hand and her duffle bag slung over the other shoulder. "Hi kids!" she said smiling. Noticing the fearful look in Katie's eyes, she quickly added, "Katie! What's wrong? Are you okay? Where's Michael, is he okay?" Katie, with a surge of relief washing over her, tried to answer her mother in a casual tone. "Hi Mom, everything's fine. Michael's right there on the sofa," she pointed to where her brother was sitting, now slouched so low that she could only see the very top of his head. "Hi Mom," he said, standing up and walking over to hug her as though nothing was wrong. He took her bags from her. Julie saw that something was also bothering her son and was determined to find out what it was. Had they had a party and were only hoping she wouldn't notice the missing vase that had been broken? Had they wrecked one of the cars? "Kids, what's going on here? You two look like you're waiting for the executioner!" Thinking quickly, Michael replied: "Well Mom, we were just worried something might have happened to you. Your message said you would be here at ten. We thought you might have gotten into a wreck or something since you hadn't called to say you were running late." "Oh," Julie said sounding relieved, "no honey, I'm just fine. I left your aunt's a little later than I planned. She cooked a very big breakfast for all of us and I got away a little late. I appreciate the concern though!" She hugged him and Katie came over to hug her as well. Fate had spared them! Thank heavens! Thank Aunt Sarah and her bad sense of time! Thank pancakes and eggs and bacon and all big breakfasts everywhere! Julie went upstairs to unpack. Michael unconsciously watched her ass as she mounted the stairs; he quickly snapped out of it as he realized it, though not with disgust, just surprise. He had never considered his mother sexually before. Then again, he had never considered his sister either. The thought stayed with him for a moment as he considered it. "Katie," their mother called down the stairs, "come up and look at the jewelry your aunt bought for you!" Katie quickly glanced at her brother with a look that said "Thank God she didn't catch us!", and went up to her mothers room, where they had, only an hour before, been fucking quiet hard. The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. Michael fell back into his usual routine and sat down in front of the TV. Katie and her mother were trying on the various bits of jewelry that Sarah, Julie's sister, had given to them. Sarah was a bit of a pack rat when it came to jewelry and had decided it was time to clean out a little of her 'treasure chamber', as she called it. Usually she would give it away to her friends and relatives. This time she had also gone out and bought some for Julie and Katie, while of course replenishing her own stockpile. *** Julie fixed dinner and everyone sat down at the table together. It was a normal meal, except that because Katie and Michael hadn't eaten much during their weekend of marathon fucking, they both ate ravenously. "You two act like you haven't eaten in a year!" Julie commented. "Well of course not mom, we spent all the food money on beer," Michael said in a straight tone, masking sarcasm. They all three laughed. Katie went to the stove and got more of the macaroni and another piece of hamburger. "Hey, just bring the pot back with ya," Michael said through a mouth of partially chewed beef. "You didn't really spend the money all on beer did you?" Julie asked, not understanding why her children were so hungry. "'Course not mom, I was just joking. There's an old pizza box if you don't believe me," Michael replied. He scooped out more macaroni onto his plate and nodded towards the box on the counter. "I've been following your advice and have been out exercising every day over the weekend. I even went out to a bar a couple of nights ago with Tim, you remember him? One of my school buddies," this last bit was a little psychology trick he employed to change the subject, avoiding having to explain why Katie was likewise so hungry. "Well, good for you honey," his mother said delightedly. "I told you you would thank me for it." Julie unconsciously began noticing his muscles in a less-than-motherly way. She knew he was fit from doing his kung fu or whatever it was called, but she had never noticed how sexy he really looked. "So, did you meet any girls while you were out?" she added in a teasing voice. "Well, sort of, yeah." He said it with a completely straight face, but Katie looked down quickly, blushing furiously. "So, do I get to meet her?" Julie said, not quiet believing him. "I think you might already know her," Michael replied, loving the effect it was causing on his sister. "Hmm, well what's her name?" Julie asked, testing him. "Katie." His sister froze on the other side of the table. "Katie...?" Julie asked. "Jacobs. Katie Jacobs; I think you know her mother, Christie." "Mmm, Christie Jacobs," she paused for a moment, trying to recall any Judy she might know, wondering if her son were just making up a name so she would stop bothering him. "No, I don't think that rings any bells." "Oh, I thought you said she was one of your gym buddies?" "No, although I do know a Christine Jenkins from the gym." "Oh, I must have gotten the two mixed up," he said; his quick mind had escaped the mounting lie, with all the skill of a seasoned pro. He smiled inside his mind. "Anyway, Katie is a student at the university. We went out last night." "Well, I'm very glad to hear that," she said, finally buying his story. Across the table, Katie breathed easy once again, looking at her brother and smiling while shaking her head. After dinner, Julie asked both the kids to wash up while she put her clothes in the basement washer, the larger of the two they owned. Just before she went downstairs, she cast a glance back over her shoulder towards Michael, admiring his strong shoulders as he stood at the sink. She sighed and descended to the basement, unaware of what she was feeling. Katie punched Michael playfully in the arm while he was rinsing off the dishes. "You jerk," she said. Laughing, he replied, "What, you didn't think I would really tell her, did you?" He grabbed her ass and shoved his tongue in her mouth. She kissed back for a moment, moaning, but then pulled away. "Not while Mom's home!" she said in a low voice. "Have you forgotten the near catastrophe of this morning? My heart can't take too much more stress right now without exploding!" "Ok, ok," he said, giving in with a smile, "but you shoulda seen the look on your cute little face. It was classic." *** An hour later, around 6:30, Katie got a call from one of her girlfriends asking her to go out for a movie and drinks with some other girls. Figuring that since her mother was home, she had very little chance of getting it on with Michael, so she agreed. "What time do you expect you'll be back?" Julie asked. "I dunno, probably eleven or twelve. Not too late." "Okay, have a good time. Be careful." "Thanks, Mom. I will." Michael watched as she headed for the door, regretting that there was not a chance to give it to her before she headed out. She looked back over her shoulder at him, pouting her lips and giving him puppy dog eyes. Damn, she looks cute like that. After Katie had gone, he went and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Julie was sitting at her computer reading through her various emails and newsgroups. Michael looked over at her, recalling staring at her ass earlier, and admired her figure. For being 37, her body was still in very good shape. She was wearing a sleeveless silk shirt and the same tight pants. Her hair, which was the same color as his and Katie's, was pulled up from its usual shoulder length into a bun. Her figure was like her daughters, with curves in all the right places and in good proportions. He felt himself getting a little hot taking her image in. His inhibitions about lust had been torn down over the weekend, as had any about incest. He stared freely at her, beginning to wonder if he could have her as he had, repeatedly, had his sister. His thoughts were broken as she spoke: "So why aren't you out tonight? Thought you said you were dating someone," she said, her attention still on the computer screen. "Well we had one date; doesn't mean I'm engaged to her." "You don't like her then?" "Oh I like her just fine; more than fine in fact, I just don't want to get to smothery, y'know?" "I understand. What about your friend Tim then?" "Nah, he's with some girl he picked up the same night. They hit it off pretty good, I guess." "Oh well. Guess you'll have to spend your night at home with your mother, as embarrassing as that is." "Aw, it's not embarrassing Mom." In fact, why don't we relax a bit. You could start by taking off those clothes. How 'bout a nice massage followed by a nice relaxing FUCK? Moving a little fast aren't you, chief? I don't think so, no. Well, shit, you just fucked your sister for the first time a couple days ago. Yeah, and nearly every second since then, so? I dunno I'm just sayin--Look, did you think there was any chance of nailing Katie? No, guess not. Well that turned out pretty damned good didn't it? Yeah, down right fucking excelente in fact, amigo. Well, if she was in to it, maybe Mom is too? Eh...maybe you're right. Besides, don't tell me that she hasn't got a fucking hot body, now that I'm noticing it. You're correctomondo, chief. He continued staring at his mother, thinking about fucking in her in different positions and making her come; all the dirty talk spewing from her mouth, just like it had from his sister. Katie! Man, what a fucking trip it would be to fuck both of them together. A fucking threesome with my mother and sister, shit! Probably pass out again after that. Ménage à fuckin' trois d'inceste! I'd finish by coming on both their faces...ahh yeah... His cock had swollen and was making a nice lump in his pants. Thoughts, serious thoughts, of just going over to his mother and grabbing her tits from behind were entering into his mind. Besides, who really knew for sure what her reaction would be? Maybe incest was an accepted idea in the family. It certainly was between his sister and himself. He imagined himself getting up and walking behind her. Grabbing her tits and kissing her neck. She would get up and turn around, kissing him lustily and gently squeezing his cock, then would remove her shirt, letting him suck on her tits while she moaned. They would both undress and move to the couch where he would start fucking her from behind, then sitting down while she rode him as she sat in his lap, like Katie had done. As they finished he would come on her face while she licked his cock clean. No! He would come deep inside her and she would sit in his lap riding out every last wave of her orgasm and milking his cock dry. "Well, I think I'm going to go take a shower," Julie said, standing up from the computer. "Would you mind putting my laundry into the dryer downstairs?" "Sure, Mom," he said, snapping out of his fantasy, "be glad to." "Thanks, sweetie." She headed up the stairs, with her sons eyes glued to her ass. Michael remembered going up to watch his sister when she went to shower a few days before, and the events that had followed. He went upstairs again, hoping to get the same glimpse of his mother as she headed to the shower naked. He heard the faucets going and hoped he wasn't too late. Stealthily, he stole up the stairs to his hiding spot. As he reached the top he was disappointed however: the door was shut and he could make out her shadow at the bottom, meaning she was already in there undressing. Thinking of an alternative, he quickly formulated a plan. He headed down to the basement and put his mothers clothes into the dryer, as she had asked. Then he went back upstairs, this time going into his mothers bedroom, with which he had become very well acquainted over the weekend. Since her clothes were in the laundry, there was little chance that she would be rummaging through her closet, so he decided to conceal himself inside. It was a walk-in style closet and offered him ample space to hide while still maintaining a perfect view of the room. With the light off, the closet was bathed in pitch black shadows that would make it impossible for someone outside to see a person within. His cock hardened at the thought of seeing his mother naked and the minutes seemed to go by like hours as he waited. Finally he heard the shower stop. His cock got even harder and he got ready for her approach. The door opened and in walked Julie, wrapped in a towel and one around her head. She closed the door behind her and moved to the bed. First, she took off the top towel and tossed it on the bed. Then she removed the towel from around her body and tossed it likewise. She was facing away from the closet when she did this, allowing Michael to only see her ass. He was hardly disappointed though, her ass was just as perfect as Katie's, possibly a little better. She walked to her dresser and picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair. She walked around as she did it, finally turning towards the closet, offering Michael a full view of her tits and pussy. Her tits were a little larger than Katie's, and if possible, even more sexy. Her hips, a lttle wider. She had a slightly fuller figure than her daughter, which Michael found himself appreciating very much. Her pussy had a narrow strip of trimmed hair above it, but was otherwise clean shaven. He didn't think that she dated or was sexually active beyond her own masturbation, so this puzzled him. Maybe she just likes to keep it nice and neat. It'll make it good when I'm eating her out. Oh keep going Mom. When she was done brushing her hair, she walked back to the dresser and laid down the brush. She then turned and walked towards the closet. Michael panicked for a moment and did his best to bury himself behind some clothes. She came in and turned on the light. He was now three feet away from his mother in all her nakedness. Thankfully, she could not detect him and she grabbed some silk sleeping garments. Her breasts were even more sexy up close, bouncing a little as she moved. He desperately wanted to pop out of the shadows and grab her, but he supposed that even if she would be willing to fuck him in ordinary circumstances, seeing someone pop out of her closet would probably not go over well. She found what she wanted and turned off the light, leaving the closet and going back to the bed. He moved back to his position at the door and watched her dress. A New Philosophy "Are you okay?" "Huh?" "You look a little sick, maybe you should go inside." "Oh, no I'm fine. What other positions did you want to try?" It only occurred to him afterwards that it was perhaps an awkward choice of words. The double meaning was not lost on Katie either: she was getting a wet spot in her crotch. "Well, I saw one on an exercise show on TV," she said, still seeming to be genuinely interested in the exercise. "They were on their back stretching out their legs to both sides." Michael's heart skipped a beat as she described it. "Uh, well okay," he managed to get out from his dry mouth. "No you stay up," she said as he began to get down on his back. "Make sure I'm doing it right." She laid down on her back and spread both legs to each side. His sister was now lying spread eagle in front of him. He glanced at her crotch and noticed the wet spot. A lump formed in his throat, his mouth was utterly dry. It's gotta be sweat, that's all. She can't actually be...wet...down there..? "Like this?" she asked innocently. "Yeah. *gulp* Try to pull your legs out as far as they'll go though to stretch out your inner thighs." His cock throbbed with every word and cotton filled his mouth. "Could you help me stretch them out more?" "Um, okay," he said, his breath noticeably heavy despite the fact that he was not doing any stretching of his own. He got down on his knees and placed his hands on the underside of both her knees and helped her stretch them back. "Mmm that feels really good!" she moaned, "Press harder! Stretch them harder!" Her ass was now raised off the ground and her pussy positioned just under his cock. Michael felt a little dizzy at this site, his cock was straining to be free. "Ohhhh...thanks, that really felt good," she said smiling as she relaxed. She rolled over onto her hands and knees so that her ass was only six inches away from his face as she slowly stood up. "Sure," he replied breathlessly, "no problem." "Well I feel great, I think I'll go take a shower. Thanks again, Mike," she hugged her brother pressing her tits against him, then walked inside. "You sure you're feeling alright?" she asked turning, again trying to appear concerned. "Yeah I'm fine; guess I have a little bit of a hangover is all." "Okay, well like I said, I'm going to go shower." "Yeah." As Katie went upstairs to the bathroom, her hands and legs trembling from the excitement, she smiled to herself; she was pleased with this morning efforts and the second stage of her plan was coming along nicely. Michael stood outside for a minute trying to come to terms with the fact that he was madly lusting after his sister; in the past ten minutes he had come within nanoseconds of bending her over the garden table and fucking her senseless. A week ago these thoughts would have baffled him, but with his sister parading the body of sex goddess around the house, he felt helpless to resist the commands of his cock. He decided that he would get a glimpse of his sister naked. It was the perfect opportunity while she was taking a shower. Entering the back door, he went to the bottom of the steps and bowed his head for a moment, listening for sounds of running water. When he heard the shower going, he slowly started to mount the steps. Thankfully there were no creaky stairs and his approach was soundless. Also thankfully, unlike his sister the previous day, no one came bursting through the front door to ruin his fun. When he reached the top of the stairs, he noticed that the door to the bathroom at the end of the hall was only partially closed. The way the hall was built allowed for side spaces that were usually cast in deep shadow. He crept into one of these spaces and peered with eagle eyes towards the bathroom, hoping for a glimpse of his sisters wet body. He stood rooted to the floor with alarm as the door to her bedroom opened, which was two doors down on the left from the bathroom. She had started the shower but had not undressed in the bathroom! Oh holy fuck thank you! Fuck yes! Katie walked completely naked from her room to the bathroom. Her back was turned to the spot in which Michael stood frozen, so that while she couldn't see him, she guessed that he was there, and for that reason she walked a little slower to the bathroom making sure to swish her hips as she went. He caught a good glimpse of her right breast as she came out of the door. It was full and heavy and the nipple was fully erect. Her ass, now fully exposed, was absolutely perfect and complimented the rest of her perfect body. She pushed the door of the bathroom open and stepped to the shower without closing the door behind her. As soon as she was under the water, her hands were at her pussy rubbing towards a climax. She let out moans that she knew Michael would be able to hear, even if he were on the moon. Michael still stood in the same spot. He was able to clearly see his sister in the bathroom. Not only had she not closed the door, but the front part of the shower curtain closest to the faucet had also been left open. He saw her fondling her tits and rubbing her pussy while moaning. He had never been more turned on in his life. He didn't relieve himself in the hall for fear that she would hear him frantically masturbating; he simply took in every inch of her body that was exposed to him. Oh God I've gotta have her! Oh fuck this is too much! Too much! I've got to fuck her! How can I fuck her?! There's gotta be a way! Katie squealed as she reached her orgasm and sank back against the wall thrusting her hips into her hand while she fingered herself. She let the the water to run over her while she caught her breath and the last waves of the orgasm subsided. She turned off the faucet, opened the curtain, and grabbed a towel. Michael stayed for a moment longer now seeing for the first time, even though at a distance, her big, wet breasts, beads of water dripping right off the ends of her nipples. Her pussy, which was clean shaven, was still glistening with moisture. He thought his heart was going to explode in his chest. He also realized that while Katie hadn't seen him when she went in to the bathroom, it was likely that if he stayed in this spot she would see him when she came out. He decided to retreat downstairs to the living room. After thinking quickly, he removed his clothes and fetched his robe from the laundry room. Slipping into it, he went over to the couch to sit down and wait for his sister to come downstairs. Five minutes later, Katie came down wearing a silk robe. It was black with oriental designs on it. To call it a robe was a bit of an exaggeration: it barely reached below her ass and she kept the top very loose, exposing a good bit of cleavage. Michael sat on the couch pretending not to notice her as he stared at the TV. His cock was still rigid and was just shy of poking through his robe, which Katie immediately noticed. Fuck! I may not even need the rest of my plan! Maybe I can fuck him today! Oh wouldn't that be perfect! Mom's not due back until Sunday, leaving the rest of today, all day Saturday and most of Sunday that we could fuck until we couldn't move! Oh fuck I'm getting hot again! She walked over to the sofa pretending to be looking for something. "Mike, have you seen the remote?" "Huh? Uh...n..no," his breathing was heavy and fast. "Oh here it is," she said as she walked across the room to where it was lying on a counter. She bent over to pick it up and the robe rode up her ass, once again exposed to her brother. She was completely naked under the robe and from this angle he could see her pussy lips peeking. His breathing became even harder and deeper. He was breathing in her pheromones and the lust was driving him mad. She lingered for a moment in her bent over position to make sure he got a good, long look. Then she turned back to him and walked towards him. His cock hadn't quiet escaped the confines of his robe, but there was a noticeable 'tent' at his crotch. She pretended not to notice. "Found it," she said cheerily, though it was evident that she was also breathing fast and heavy. She placed it on the arm of the sofa next to him, her breasts nearly spilling out of the robe. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at her tits; though he didn't see any nipple, she had shown cleavage right up to the edges of her areolae. She sat down beside him on the couch and pretended, like him, to watch TV. He noticed that she kept shifting on the couch next to him and that each time she did the robe rode a little more up her thighs and became a little looser at the top. They were both breathing heavy and audibly now and it was like some terrible chess game waiting for the next move. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that her right breast had popped out of the robe and with one motion of her hand she actually dragged the robe open further! It took every ounce of his will not to lean over and suck on her nipple. Finally, Katie stood up and walked towards the TV. She stopped about four feet from the couch and turned around, letting the robe fall to her feet. "Fuck me, Mike," she commanded in a deep lusty voice. Time seemed to stop for a moment in his world. For an instant he recalled the girl at the bar two nights ago, also baring herself to him. It was ironic that the same situation, albeit with a different and much hotter girl, was presenting itself again. Perhaps the universe had been set off balance and the only way to correct it was for him to fuck his sister! Good enough for me amigo! "Fuck me right here on the couch," she said panting. "I need it so bad!" Mike was off of the sofa in a flash and his robe was gone. The two siblings moved closer and their lips locked. Their tongues were all over each others mouths as the dam burst releasing their full lusts. "Oh God Katie I can't believe we're actually going to fuck! I'm going to fuck you so good!" "You better Mike, you better make me come hard enough to see fucking stars! Oh fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!" He pushed her onto the couch and she sat with her legs open. The lust was too strong to waste any time on foreplay or exploring her delicate pussy, that would come later. She grabbed his throbbing cock in her hand and guided it to her wet pussy. He rubbed it for a minute along the lips and over her clit. "Fuck! Please put it in! Oh fuck!" she said, breathless with excitement. He thrust it into her and she gasped with pleasure. He remained motionless for a moment to let her pussy get used to having him in there, then he began fucking her without mercy. "OH FUCK! FUCK ME MIKE! OH GOD YES THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH! OHHH!!" she was nearly screaming. "Yeah! Yeah! Oh I'm going to make you come baby! I'm going to make you fucking come all over this cock! Yeah! Oh fuck yeah!" he said through gritted teeth. He continued pounding away at her pussy while she had her legs wrapped around him and a stream of continuous dirty talk spilled from her mouth. "FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SISTER! OH GOD YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME COME! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH FUCK THIS IS SO FUN! YEAH! YEAH! THIS IS SO FUCKING FUN! FUCK ME!" she screamed, both siblings hoping that the neighbors wouldn't hear. "Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck yeah! Yeah! YEAH!" Michael grunted. Katie started fucking her brother back, their hips thrusting at each other with blinding speed. "OH SHIT MIKE! SHIT YOU'RE MAKING ME COME! OH FUCK I CAN FEEL IT COMING! OH! OH! OH FUCK!!! YES!!!!" she screamed as her second orgasm of the day took her. But she wasn't about to let this furious fuck end so soon. She kept fucking back at him, already starting to build towards another orgasm. "Oh fuck Mike that's the best fucking orgasm I've ever had! God I think I really do see stars!" she panted in a lusty smile, then laughed. Michael was determined to keep this fuck going and pumped her deeper and harder, barely able to hold back his own impending nuclear orgasm. "Fuck baby! Let me on top I wanna ride you and that fucking cock! Fuck! you feel so good! Yes fuck me!" she was delirious with lust. Without even stopping the motion of their intense fucking they changed positions so that Michael was sitting on the couch and Katie was riding in his lap. In this new position, he was able to fuck her even deeper as she spread her legs on either side of him. The site of her tits bouncing in his face covered with sweat was not helping him hold back his orgasm. Katie was practically jumping up and down on his cock driving it deep in her pussy. "Oh, oh, OH!, OH GOD MIKE! FUCK YOUR SISTER! YES FUCK HER NASTY CUNT! Oh fuckin' shit baby! Can't believe we're really doing this! Oh it's so good why didn't we start fucking years ago? Fuck! Fuck!!!" "God Katie! KATIE!" "Yeah you like fucking your sister don't you? Don't you? Oh god fuck me!" As Michael edged nearer to his orgasm, which at this point he thought might well kill him, the thought of pregnancy reared its ugly head in his mind for the first time. "Oh shit! Katie!" "YES FUCK ME MIKE!" "Katie, no, katie! Oh fuck!" "Fuck me, fuck me harder! God I'm going to come again, yes!" "Katie! Oh FUCK! What about...oh, oh God YES! What about.." "FUCK ME! SHIT! MIKE FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK!" "What about..fuck..what about pregnancy?" he finally managed to get the question out. "FUCK! Don't worry Mike! OH GOD YES! I'm on the FUCKING PILL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GOD YES FUCK ME!!!" That was it for Michael. He stopped holding back his orgasm and fucked his sister with double force. "Holy shit...Mike..." Katie was, for the first time since they started fucking, silent. For a minute he thought something might be wrong, but when he started to slow down she opened her eyes and pulled her arms around his waist urging him to keep fucking her. "OH GOD SIS! I'M GONNA FUCKING COME IN YOU! OH GOD I'M GETTING SO CLOSE!" Katie's third orgasm hit with such force that she was unable to even scream for a few seconds. When her voice found her she screamed in ecstasy. "....OH...FUCK! OH, OH, OH, FUCK! FUCK!" That was it for Michael. Her screams of pleasure drove him over the deep end and his long awaited orgasm came charging up his cock. "OH FUCK HERE IT COMES BABY! HERE IT FUCKING COMES!" "YES COME IN ME! OH GOD YES FUCK ME! COME IN ME!!!" He came deep in his sisters clenching pussy harder than he had in his life. His whole stomach seemed to be contracting as he shot his come in her. Then the world started going black at the edges. Fuck!, he thought, I really am dying! Snap! Well shit, its a pretty damn good way to go if I may say so. Oh you're right there chief, best way to go in my opinion. Yes...fucking good..fucking good way to..to go... Mike passed out with his sister on top of him. ****** When he came to, roughly two hours had passed since he last looked at a clock. Slowly the previous scene came back to him and he laid back with a smile. He estimated they had fucked for at least 20 minutes. Considering the intensity of it, it must have been some superhuman feat for him to have lasted so long, but he supposed it was a natural consequence that he blacked out. More of that Universal Balance shit I guess. He continued laying there naked on the couch, entirely limp and all energy spent. Katie came down the stairs naked a few minutes later, having taken another shower. At the sight of her his cock tried to stir, but for all it's valiant effort, it couldn't make it past 'semi-hard'. "Fuck Mike, I was worried!" she said, sound a little relieved. "Not worried enough to call an ambulance though eh?" he said grinning tiredly. "Well fuck, what would I have told them? 'Um yes, I think I've fucked my brother into a coma. Can you please send help? Thank you.'" They both laughed. "Mike, that was seriously beyond anything I could have imagined. I've only been with two other guys and they weren't even remotely close. I didn't come with either of them. I've always had to rely on my hands or toys to make me come, but shit bro you're fucking amazing!" "God, Katie. You made me pass out, don't be so humble! You are a goddess of fucking. Wish we had filmed that, we coulda been rich!" "Yeah, if we could hide our identities." "Well, I mean, yeah. I wasn't really serious." "Mike, you know we can't tell anyone about this." "Really? No shit," he laughed, "but you do want to do it again right?" "Fuck yes I want to do it again! We've still got at least 48 hours left to ourselves and I plan to fill as many of those hours with the sounds of us fucking as I can humanly can." "God you're hot Katie." "Let's go to Mom's bed!" The two sibling hurried up the stairs to their mothers bed to start another session. Later that night, after two more fucks, both acknowledged that even if they had any juice left, they couldn't move, so they decided to call it a night. "I think I've found a new philosophy, Katie," Michael said as he held his sister in his arms. "What's that?" she asked. "Summers are better spent fucking than being a sloth. What do you think?" "You know that's not really a philosophy, don't you? "Yeah, but it makes me sound smarter when I call it one. So what do you think?" "Well I don't know honestly. Guess we'll have to test it and see."