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An Unethical Proposal Ch. 01

By: LustyWolf



Author's note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It's a story within a story and takes a little before getting to the good stuff, but, there's lot's of good stuff throughout. I hope you'll enjoy it. There is a plot twist in chapter four, so please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks! 




Oh, how intense that wave of release felt. That release, that tidal wave, that orgasm had been building for over a week. My finger tip orgasms were just a tease, barely able to get the job done. My body was saving that orgasm for warm full hands. And, that those warm hands were not my own hands added fuel to the stream of desire that coursed through my body and culminated in that huge explosion. Those hands, my sister's hands, the hands of taboo, took my desire to another plane, an order of magnitude yet undiscovered by my young and somewhat inexperienced body... 

"You were saying?" Jan Martin, my psychologist, interrupted my musing.

"Sorry. I was lost in my thoughts."

"Tell me about those thoughts, William."

"I was thinking back to the first orgasm I experienced by Clair's hands. How intense it was."

"I'd like to hear about that, Can you tell me more about that orgasm?" Jan inquired. 

"It's hard to put in to words." I paused for a few slow deep breaths as I lay on her office couch with my eyes closed. My right forearm draped over my eyes added some comfort from the emotional exposure I was experiencing. I felt my inner most self, my perverted self, ripped open, laid raw, examined, and judged by the whole world 

"It was like a super orgasm."

"Can you describe what that felt like?"

"Do you have orgasms Ms. Martin?"

"William, unfortunately, my sexual life is not up for discussion here."

"Well, by that answer, I'll assume you do," I said with a newly found smugness. She didn't answer the question one way or the other, but I took it as she does experience orgasms. Who doesn't? In my mind the whole world was having one big orgasm. Some women still don't, or at least have trouble achieving, according to what you read in the media anyway; it's a pity if it's true.

"It was like, take all the orgasms you've ever had and pile them up together into one big super orgasm, a super nova of celestial orgasm, a super-gasm."

"And you've never experienced an orgasm like that with anyone else?"

"No." I answered. It was true. Of all the other girlfriends I've had sex with, no one made me cum like my sister Clair. 

"Was that because it was your first sexual taboo? Do you still have orgasms with your sister that are as intense as that first one?"

"Sometimes, yes. They're all different, but they're still more powerful with Clair than with any other lover."

"Is that because you love your sister romantically, and not as a sister?" 

"I don't know. We don't want to be together as lovers, or as husband and wife. Although I wouldn't mind, but I know I can't. And not just because we know it's wrong. Clair is married to someone. I know I should move on and make a life for myself with someone else."

"But you keep returning to Clair for sex?"

"It's not just sex. I have girlfriends for that." 

"Then why do think you and Clair still see each other sexually? Can you describe the bond you have?"

"I don't know...I just need her hands on my cock. It grounds me like nothing else in this world. That's all I know."

"And Clair? Why does she continue? What does she get out of it?"

"I don't know. She's addicted to me, as I am to her, I suppose. She calls me her ad-dick-tion."

"You've never talked to each other about what you were doing? What you're continuing to do?"

"Not really."

"When you say 'Not really', What do you mean by that? "

"Just, 'Billy we have to stop', or 'I know Clair, I shouldn't be here asking you for this...'"

"But, you haven't stopped? Is that Correct? You've never stopped having sex with your sister? "

"Not yet. Well, until recently, Clair's therapist has insisted she stop seeing me. We're not even supposed to talk to one another for a while. So, as of the last week, Clair told me we can't even talk or text one another for a while."

"That's a big change for you, William. How do you feel about not seeing her?"

"I don't think this hiatus will last long," I said. I was hoping it wouldn't last and I was counting on Clair's passion for my cock to end our sequester.

"William, it's been three weeks now since we started this therapy. I still don't have a clear sense of what transpired between you and Clair to start your sexual relationship together. You've been avoiding telling me the whole story. I only have fragments of information," Jan said. 

It's true. I've been dancing around the issue. I really didn't want to be there, on that couch, or any psych's couch for that matter. I was only seeing a shrink to appease my sister; she asked that I start counseling the same time she did. I figured if I showed good faith, sooner or later she'd want to compare notes, and I'd be back in her graces. 

"I'll be out of town for the next two weeks. I'd like you to do some homework while I'm away. Are you up for doing a little homework, William?"

"I guess. I don't know. Depends..."

"I want you to write your story. Take it from the beginning and don't leave out any important details. I don't need to know what you ate for breakfast each day, or what you watched on TV, unless it's important to the events leading up to you and Clair becoming sexually active. OK?"

"I'm not a good writer. I don't know..."

"That's fine. I don't need you to be the next great novelist. I just need a good understanding of what transpired. Writing it down and reading it yourself will also help you come to terms with what you and your sister have been doing, since you've yet been able to admit that you have been in an incestuous relationship with Clair.

That's all the time we have for today. So, I'll see you this same time in three weeks."

As I got up from Jan's office couch, I stared at her quietly for a moment. Her head was down and she was writing staccato like on her note pad. She was a hot looking woman in her early thirties, too hot to be a psychologist. Looking at her sitting at her desk, I admired her short bob-cut blond hair, her dark rimmed glasses, and her red business suit.

She was the third psychologist I'd talked to. The first two were males and I couldn't relate to them. I didn't feel I could open up to them, and it seemed a waste of time and money. Why did I stay with Jan? Why was I comfortable with her? I wondered, as I gathered my coat. Certainly she was easy on the eyes. In fact, I dreamt the other night she was giving me head as I related my story, my so called "problem," to her. Was that it? Was I sexually attracted to my psychologist? So cliché, but there it was. I felt a twinge of excitement stirring within my loins. I've never been sexually attracted to female authority figures before; no teachers excited me; no women bosses got me juiced up; not even any older females in my childhood, aunts, or cousins. So why her? Why now? It certainly didn't hurt that I was pouring my perverse sexual proclivities out to her. We were a team now. She was on board. 

"You should upgrade to the twenty first century," I said as I put my coat on.

Jan never looked up from her writing and said, "Come again?" 

"You're hand writing your notes. They make electronic tablets now, like an iPad."

"Yes I know, I have an iPad, William. I'll transcribe my notes later to my computer. And, I do use my iPad for notes too, sometimes, but short hand on a note pad is still quicker for me than working the stylus. Especially when I'm listening to my patients and taking note. You do want me to listen to you, don't you, William?" She looked up and finally smiled.

"Sorry, didn't mean to infer you were..."

"Speaking of technology, William. I'd like you to send me whatever you have written at least one full day before our next session. I'd like to read it before our session so we can talk about it. My email address is on the card I gave you the day of our first session. Do you still have it?" 

"Yes, I still have it." 

"Good. So I'll look forward to reading your story. See you in three weeks then," Jan said as a final word for our session. She went back to writing her notes.

As I drove home, I agonized over writing my story. English was my worst subject in school, even college. I hated the writing assignments. I could never think of anything to write. To be sure, my story was already in my head, and I revisited it often, but to actually write it, how would I begin?



Later that night I sat in my home office, with my laptop open and a blank new document staring at me. I attempted a few sentences, and then deleted them. I tried again and managed a paragraph. I read what I wrote, and it was all incomprehensible jumbled up words; I deleted it. "Jesus! I suck at writing," I stammered out loud. 

I picked up my phone and punched out a text to Clair, "what are you doing".

I attempted again to refocus on my writing, but I was clearly not in the mood, and what I wrote was again garbage. As I thought of my story, my thoughts, of course, turned to sex between my sister and me. My cock stiffened as I thought of her and her silky smooth hands on my cock. This, of course, didn't help my concentration.

My phone pinged. I looked at the screen. Clair answered, "not 2 much how bout u" 

"Bored... thinking of you," I responded.

"me 2," my phone lit up.

"Can I come over?" I typed.

"Billy, we shouldn't."

"I know, but I need U. I'll explain when I get there."

"No! My shrink says we shouldn't be in contact with one another," she texted back.

"Can I call you?" I texted.

"Sure."

"Hi. I needed to hear your voice," I said to Clair, my voice conveying what my fingers couldn't.

"Billy...we shouldn't... I'm not supposed to be talking to you right now."

"I know Clair. Just a little. Please. My shrink wants me to write what happened... you know... about us. How it started... all the details."

"So?" Clair sounded impatient. 

"I can't get started. I tried. I wrote some stuff and then deleted it. I wrote some more and deleted that too. You know I sucked at English in school."

"Write it like a story. Like your writing a fictional story, but it will be a real story," she offered, trying to move this subject along.

"I don't think my psychologist wants a story per se Clair, she just wants to know what happened."

"But you're stuck. You can't seem to just jot down what happened. You're not facing it Billy... what we did... what we've continued to do. Treating it like your writing a story to someone else, someone who's never met you, or me for that matter, should help you organize... Oh for god sakes Billy! You should be able to just write it. It should just flow from your mind. It's your story..."

"It's our story," I interrupted her. 

"Just write what's in your head. You know how it went down," Clair said, exasperated. 

"Why the tone Sis?"

"I shouldn't be talking to you right now. We're never going to get over this thing if we keep it up Billy."

"We're just talking Sis. Is John home?"

John was her husband. They married two years ago. We said we'd try, for the sake of their marriage, but Clair and I never stopped seeing each other. 

"Yeah, he's in the other room."

No one has found out about us, not even her husband. He thinks she's seeing a shrink for anxiety.

"I can't write a fucking story to save my life Sis."

"Jesus, Billy! Just go on the fucking internet and search 'writing stories'. There's a ton of tips and help out there. There's also erotic story websites, go read a few and figure it out. And make sure you paint me in a good light, Little Brother. I want to read that story of yours when you're done. If you write something bad about me, I'll cut your dick off." 

"I love y..." CLICK. She hung up before I got it out.

I took Clair's advice. I scoured the internet for articles and tutorials on writing. I also ordered a few books on the subject, and down loaded them. 

After a week of self study, I once again sat at my computer with a blank text document staring at me, but this time I dove into it with the conviction of a new convert.

'My Sister's Hands.' I wrote for a title. I stared at it for a while and decided I liked it. 

I wrote on:

Chapter one - 

It was a warm June night as I rode my bike along a dark stretch of winding mountain road. I felt a chill up my spine. The chill was sudden and out of place given the warm air wafting across my face. That should have been my clue that something ominous was about to happen. But I didn't heed that chill; I powered on ever more. 

DEER! BAM! That fucking deer ran right out in front of my motorcycle. It came out of nowhere, bounding into the road smack in front of me. I had no time to react; it was instant DEER! BAM! I was thrown from my bike in a split second.

A week had passed since my accident when I arrived home from the hospital.

"Help him to the recliner." My father instructed my sister, who had a hold of my left side while he had my right, as they helped me out of the wheel chair at the door of our modest ranch house. With their help, I hobbled across the living room floor. They helped me get situated in my father's musty, old beat up recliner. My father set my plaster of paris arms upon the recliner chair arms. He then pulled the lever and the recliner foot rest came up hard against my legs. "Ouch!" I screamed. My right leg was sore in its cast and any movement still hurt.

"You're styling in those shorts Bro," my sister said with a comically disapproving look. My nurse told my father to bring me some baggy gym shorts when he came to pick me up at the hospital. With a full leg cast I'd need something easy to slip around that bulky white hulk encasing my leg. He forgot. So he stopped at the Good Will store next to the hospital and picked up some long ago donated, very large, old guy's, plaid golf shorts. I'm sure I looked totally frigging ridiculous, but I didn't care right then. I was glad to be home. 

Fuck! Damn! That Rat Bastard Deer! I had been looking forward to a nice summer off. My freshman year at college just completed two weeks prior, and I was hoping I could pull off just hanging around town and seeing what kind of trouble I could get into with the local girls. I was not a stud back in high school. I had had an awkward body, and that made me self conscious, but I did manage to lose my virginity and tag a few pussies before heading off to college. My body had matured while at the university, and I grew into myself, as they say. I was no longer as gangly as a hangman stick character. I had worked out at the university gym five times a week, and put on a few pounds of muscle. 

I had a little luck with a few girls at the university, but nothing steady. I really wanted to revisit my old stomping grounds. I was hoping the new me would turn some heads, and open some legs. I guess that was out of the question now; how pathetic I'd look trying to pick up girls with two arms and a leg in casts. 

I broke both arms and my right leg. I was doing 60mph when I collided with that deer. I don't remember a thing except waking up in the hospital. According to a witness, I flew 30 feet in the air and landed with my arms out trying to stop myself. I then cart wheeled a few times, and that's apparently when my leg got fucked up. The breaks were so severe they needed to use hard casts, and the one on my leg went from my toes right on up to my crotch. Both my arms were in full long casts, from my finger tips to my upper arms, and permanently bent at the elbows.

I no sooner got relaxed in my father's past-it's-prime recliner, and I had to pee. Now what? I was on the bed pan plan in the hospital, and the nurses took care of everything. It suddenly dawned on me, perhaps my home care needs had not been planned out well. 

"Dad." 

"What is it?" my father yelled from the kitchen. He was fixing some lunch for himself to take back to his job.

"Can you come here?"

"What?" He said in an annoyed tone.

"Can you come a little closer?" I begged.

"Jesus Billy. I'm busy getting lunch. I've got to get back to work. You're lucky my boss let me take a few hours off this morning to pick you up from the hospital."

"I have to take a piss."

The look of bewilderment that came over my father said it all. He hadn't thought about this aspect of caring for me at home. Since Mom left five years ago, my father has been trying to do it all. He works hard to support us, and to put my twin sister and myself through college. 

"Well, what did they do in the hospital?"

"A bed pan."

"Well, we don't have a bed pan. Can you use a cooking pan, or...I don't know what you call it...a...a baking pan. That's it. Can you use a baking pan?" My father stammered at me.

Apparently, I must have had a look of horror on my face at the thought of using a baking pan to piss in. 

"Damn! I can't deal with this right now. I gotta get back to work before I lose my job. Clair, get in here!" 

"What?" My sister yells from her bedroom.

"Get in here! Now!" My father bellowed.

My sister came into the living room, shoulders slumped, head cocked to the side, mouth agape with an exasperated look. Helping me home from the hospital was enough of an inconvenience for her that day, it seemed.

"I gotta get back to work. Your brother needs a nurse and you're it."

"A nurse? I'm not a nurse," my sister said in discussed tone. 

"You are now. And I don't want to hear another word about it, or I'm not paying for your college next semester," my father yelled in a stern tone.

"But I need to get a job this summer. I was going to go into town today and see what's available," Clair whined angrily.

"Your job this summer is to nurse your brother, and your pay is your tuition next semester. I don't want to hear another word about it. You're over eighteen now, and I can legally ask you to leave this house. So, if you want to stay and be a part of this family, and continue to receive my financial help with college, then you'll buck up and take on this responsibility." My father laid down the law with Clair and then grabbed his lunch and headed for the door.

"The first thing he needs is help taking a piss. Get a cooking pan, or baking pan, or whatever the hell you call it, and help him out," he said sternly as he stormed out the door.

"You've gotta be kidding me, right?" Clair said to me. She looked at me like I just ruined her life, not just the summer.

"Sorry Sis. It wasn't my fault. That deer jumped right in front of me. I had no time to react."

"If you hadn't bought that damn motorcycle, like Dad warned you, you wouldn't be in this mess."

"I think Dad is pissed at me about that, and that's why he sounded so hard on you. Don't take it personally."

"I know that! I didn't do anything wrong. You just fucked up my summer Little Brother. Thanks!"

"Speaking of pissed, I really gotta go. If you don't help me I'm going to piss my pants." 

Clair storms into the kitchen. She returns with a baking pan and throws it in my lap and starts heading to her bedroom.

"Clair!"

"What now!"

"I need your help." 

"Fuck! Billy, what now?

"Do you think I can get my pants down with both my arms in these casts?"

The look on Clair's face, as she realized just what level of nursing would be required of her, was priceless. 

As the initial shock wore off, Clair busted up laughing. I would have laughed too if I wasn't in so much pain and in such a need of a pee. 

"You want me to do what?" she said with a big shit eating grin on her face.

"I don't want this any more than you do Sis, but I'm begging you, please help me, or I'll piss my pants." 


An Unethical Proposal Ch. 01



Clair just stood there with her arms folded, and with a big smirk on her face. I was writhing in pain. Holding in that piss, became a greater pain than the pain in my leg. 

"Oh, payback is such a dark mistress," Clair said to me smugly.

"Payback for what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Let's see? How about the time I was out with Mark and came home at 5:00AM. As I was sneaking into the house, you got up and said loudly, loud enough to wake Dad, 'You're just getting home?' You blew it for me Little Brother."

She likes calling me her Little Brother. Even though we are twins, she likes to rub it in that she was born 5 minutes and 11 seconds before me. 

"Sorry about that time Sis, but you startled me. I thought you were a burglar breaking into the house. Please don't hold that against me. Besides, Dad didn't come down too hard on you. He only grounded you a week." 

"Look, I'll make this up to. I don't know how right now, but I'll owe you one. But, please for the love of god, help me pee."

"Oh, tisk...tisk, my little brother needs to take a piss. How delightful this is going to be?"

Clair moved towards me smiling. 

"What are you doing in these old man shorts on anyway? With that full leg cast, shouldn't you be in a hospital gown?"

She leaned in and moved her hands to my shorts button and undid the button. She ever so slowly pulled the zipper down. ...zzziiiiiiip... She tugged a little and then stopped. Grinning smugly, she just stared at me. She tugged a little more...zzziiipp...and stopped and grinned.

"Could ya hurry?" I said anxiously, trying not to squirm. Any sudden movement sent a jolt of pain at the break point in my leg, and squirming was nothing but sudden movements. It's bad enough to hold back a piss for a long time, but once you've filled your head with the notion that relief is in sight, and the pain and discomfort will soon end, the need to pee seems ever more urgent and painful those last few moments.

Clair slid the zipper the rest of the way down and grabbed the shorts by the waistband. I strained to lift up my butt so she could slide the hideous golf shorts down.

"Don't look," I said, with a painful grimace.

"Oh, I'm going to look, Little Brother. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it," she said, with a wicked grin.

I was at her mercy, and quite frankly, at that moment, I couldn't care less that my sister was about to see my penis and watch me piss. Clair wiggled and pulled the shorts down and maneuvered them around the cast on my right leg. I bent my left leg, and she pulled the shorts off my left leg, but she left them dangling around my right ankle encased in the white cast. She then grabbed my underwear and slid them down to the same position.

There I was, with my penis out in the open for my sister's viewing pleasure. 

"Aww isn't that cute," she said, smiling.

"Grab that baking pan and get it under me," I said, anxiously while holding my ass up so she can get it under my butt. 

Clair slipped the metal pan under my ass. It was cold as I settled my weight on the rim of it. My cock pointed straight up toward my belly and needed to be bent down between my legs so I could piss in the pan and not all over myself. I attempt to do it myself. Only the tips of my fingers were exposed from the end of the cast, and I couldn't bend my arms at all. I tried with the backside of my casted left arm, but I couldn't get my penis to go in the direction I wanted. I couldn't quite push my penis in the right position. 

"Can you lift the pan up a little so I don't miss it," I said.

Clair saw the predicament I was in and started to laugh. She tried awkwardly to lift the pan up so my penis was aiming at it, but I was sitting on it, my weight balanced on the rim. I couldn't spread my legs wide enough, and support my weight with my broken arms at the same time, so Clair could move the baking pan in the right position.

I swallowed hard at the realization of what I needed to ask my sister to do.

"Could you please push my penis down between my legs so I can aim into the pan," I said with no pride and all the embarrassment the situation deserved.

"I'm drawing the line at touching your cock Little Brother," Clair said.

"My god! Please!" I begged. "I'm going to piss all over the place any moment!"

"You want me to hold my brother's penis while you pee? Are you serious?" She had the most disgusted look on her face.

"Clair!"

Clair suddenly took mercy on me and said, "Oh, alright. Let's get this over with." She tentatively reached for my penis and pushed it down between my legs and held it there. 

"Thank you," I said in relief. I concentrated on peeing now that everything was in place. I couldn't go! Yet, the tip of my cock burned with pressure from holding my piss back. I had to go so badly I could taste it. Every ounce of my being, every cell called out for relief. I pushed and pushed, and yet nothing came.

"Pee shy Little Bro," Clair asked while holding my cock, and aiming it down at the baking pan.

"Oh fuck!" I said, exasperated. I needed to pee. "Pee! Pee! Pee!" I commanded myself; yet, I couldn't go.

"Shush...calm down... just relax Billy. Take some deep breaths. Breeeaaathhh." Clair said in a soothing voice.

She took her other hand and rubbed my left leg gently. I begin to relax and started to feel the flow of urine from the end of my penis. 

"Ohhhhh...," I sighed. The feeling of relief was overwhelming. I heard the pee splashing in the pan and felt it spraying up against my uncasted left leg. I didn't care; it felt so good to be going. 

I finished peeing and said, "Thanks Sis. Can you shake it?"

"What?" She said with wide eyes.

"Shake it a little so the drops hanging on the tip of my piss hole shake off," I explained.

"Now you're pushing your luck," she said, but she did it. She tentatively shook my penis, too softly to do any good.

"It's not going to break," I said. "Give it a good shake." She shook it a little harder and I felt the drops of pee let loose.

I lifted my ass off the baking pan, and Clair pulled it out from under me and headed to the bathroom with it. When she came back into the living room she looked at me with a devilish grin. The shorts Dad bought for me were still down around my ankle and my bare cock was exposed. 

"I suppose you want me to help you pull your pants up?"

"Actually, could you pull these the rest of the way off, and get me some cotton gym shorts out of my dresser?" My old green cotton gym shorts were big, stretchy and baggy; they'd be perfect for pulling up around the bulbous cast on my right leg.

Clair walked over and pulled those sad, plaid golf shorts off me and headed to my room. 

"My old green ones. Middle right drawer," I yelled. She was in there a while and I wondered what was taking her so long. After about five minutes, she came out with my pair of baggy cotton shorts in her left hand, but her right hand was behind her back. She brought her right hand around quickly and threw something at me. It landed in my lap and bounced off my cock and then rested between my good leg and the arm of the recliner. I was startled! 'What the hell is she doing?' I thought. Then I focused on what lay next to my leg. She found some of my porn! A DVD I had forgotten about. I had it stored in my drawer with my gym shorts. 

"I thought you might need some entertainment," she giggled as she walked over and picked up the DVD. 

"Lesbian House Party?" she said questioningly, as she examined the DVD cover. I burned with embarrassment. I must have turned beet red.

"Come on Sis. Give me a break. I'm completely at a disadvantage here. You've got me. I'm busted. I watch porn."

"Well, I figured that. You're a guy. Don't all you guys beat off to porn? But Lesbian House Party? What's that about? Where did you get this thing anyway?" 

"There's an adult video store over in Franklin County. I took a ride over there last summer after my eighteenth birthday."

"I thought people got porn on the internet these days?"

"I do, but unless you pay for it, it's often grainy or only a brief clip. The good stuff you have to pay for, and I'm not about to use my credit card on the internet for porn. Dad would kill me if my identity got stolen from using it on one of those sites. I need Dad in my corner to pay for college. We both do."

"Why lesbians?"

"Do you have to ask? All guys fantasize about two girls doing it."

"Why is that?"

"Geez Clair. Can we do this another time? I'm completely and utterly embarrassed here. I'm sitting here, helpless, with no pants on in front of my sister. And now you want me to explain why guys like seeing two girls going at it?"

Clair goes to the entertainment center across the way from me and hits a button on the DVD player. I hear the tray open.

"No!" I yelled.

"Why not? I've never seen lesbians doing it."

"They're not real lesbians. They're actresses. It's just porn. They just use the word Lesbian in the title so you know its girl-girl action."

"Actresses you say? Like Natalie Portman? Or, Angelina Jolie?" She said with a sarcastic grin. 

"OK, so they're not real actresses in the traditional sense of the word. But, they play someone else in a film."

"A film you call it?" Clair looked at me like I just said I still believed in Santa Claus.

"It's a film about sex, but a film never the less. Geez, stop busting my chops here."

"Oh, I'm just teasing ya Billy. I've seen porn before, just not lesbian porn."

"Where have you seen porn?"

"I have access to the internet Little Brother, same as you."

"I know, it's just, you've always seemed so prim and proper."

"Yeah, right," she said, with another sarcastic grimace. She hit play on the remote. 

"No! I beg you... please... turn it off," I said, sitting there still bottomless while my sister held my gym shorts in her hand and worked the remote to find the main menu on the DVD.

"Afraid you'll get a hard-on Little Bro?" She said, smiling a huge smile.

"Well, yeah! The deck is stacked against me here. I can barely move. I'm without pants on. My cock is full exposed." 

She hit the remote's buttons until she got the chapter menu. She selected something off the menu and hit play. The action started out slowly, and she really wanted to get my goat, so she hit the skip button on the remote to advance within the chapter until she saw two girls naked and one eating the others pussy.

"This ought to do," she laughed.

I tried not to look. But like a train wreck you know is going to happen, I couldn't not look. I liked the scene she selected, and I've masturbated many a time to it. My cock started to stir right away. I tried to keep it down by pure willpower, but I was powerless, and my erection grew, and grew, until it was full and throbbing. 

"Something is growing," my sister said, pointing and laughing as she watched my cock grow.

"Come on Sis. Turn it off. Have a heart," I pleaded.

"I thought you liked this?"

"I do; when I'm alone. Or, if you were my girlfriend, but not in front of my sister!"

She turned her attention to the screen and watched intently for a few minutes. I thought I heard her moan a little. Then she suddenly shut it off and hit the eject button and went and retrieved the DVD from the player. When she turned around to look at me, my erection pulsed with excitement. She just smiled and shook her head in a disapproving fashion. She threw my gym shorts at my lap and they caught around my hard cock. Clair took the DVD and disappeared down the hall towards the bedrooms. I presumed she returned the porn to my drawer. 

When she came back out she walked over to me and took my gym shorts from my crotch. My cock had only softened slightly. She opened up the shorts at the waistband and maneuvered them over my feet and shimmied them up my legs. I lifted my butt off the recliner and she pushed them up over my hips. As she pushed the shorts over my cock, she brushed her hand along my stiff cock and smiled. I turned beet red, and then, I saw Clair was blushing too. We both just looked at each other blushing for a long awkward moment. 

"I'm going to my room for a while. You OK out here for now?" Clair asked me. Gone was the superior, sarcastic tone. She now had a genuine concerned tone in her voice and the expression on her face was one of pity.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Yell if you need anything. Here's the remote if you want to watch TV. Can you work it with your fingers?" She asked, as she put the remote on the recliner arm and under my right arm cast near my fingers.

"I think so. I was able to manage in the hospital if the nurse set the remote under my hand like that for me."

Clair went to her room and left me to ponder my fate for the next six weeks. I left the TV off. I just didn't feel like any external stimulus at that moment. I felt depressed and needed to stew in my own self pity for a while. Dad was supposed to pick up some crutches on his way home from work. I didn't know how I was going to manage on crutches with both arms in full casts, but I'll be damned if I was going to be an invalid for six weeks. I couldn't bear the thought of my sister helping me with everything.

The house was quiet as I lay there in the recliner wallowing in my self pity. Then, I heard some strange noise in the house. What was that familiar, but muffled, sound? It sounded like moaning. I could barely make out the sound, but I thought I heard moans coming from my sister's bedroom. I concentrated and listened keenly. I did hear moans, and they sounded like the moans I was familiar with hearing while watching porn; they were the moans a girl makes when she is excited and about to cum. Was my sister masturbating? Did she not return my DVD as I suspected? Was she watching it and getting off? Or was the sight of my hard cock, and the fact that she brushed against it while pulling my shorts up for me that got her excited?

My cock started to stir again as I thought of my sister in her room masturbating, and it was rock hard within seconds. I then realized I had another problem. I usually beat off at least once a day. It would be a rare day that I didn't masturbate. How was I going to pull off masturbating with both arms locked in these casts? I maneuvered my arms as close to my penis as I could. I pushed my shoulders up and back as far as I could manage. I scrunched up my shoulders tight next to my ears. My fingers were free at the end of the casts, and I found that I could just touch the head of my cock with my fingers if hooked my thumbs at the base of hard cock and pushed it so it angled down. It was very uncomfortable, and hard to do with my gym shorts on, but I could manage, just manage. 'Oh good,' I thought. I might be able to beat off, but what about the sperm? How would I clean that up? 

Damn, I thought. I'm in a fix. I spent a week in the hospital, and I had no sexual relief while there. To tell the truth, I didn't really feel well enough during that week to think about beating off. But, now that I was home and feeling somewhat better, I realized, I was horny as hell. And my sister didn't help matters throwing in that porn DVD, and now hearing her masturbate, that had me quite jacked up. 

I was so horny, I couldn't stop myself. I massaged the tip of my cock through my gym shorts with the tips of my fingers extending from the casts. It didn't take long before I filled my gym shorts with my jizm. Oh, that felt so damn good. I hadn't realized how much I needed that. My load was huge, a week's worth, and it soaked my shorts.

Now that I had cum, and the rush of sexual excitement was over, I felt stupid sitting there with a load of cum in my shorts that I couldn't clean up. "This is just great," I uttered out loud. What a dilemma I was in. Do I yell for my sister to come and clean up my cum or do I wait for Dad to walk in the door and see my wet spot? Would it dry by the time he got home? Would it disappear if it dried? Or, would it be all white and crusty against my green cotton shorts?

I started to cry as I lay there helpless. I haven't cried since I was a little boy, but the helplessness I felt was overwhelming. I was laying there, unable to do anything for myself, and unable to shield my embarrassment over leaving evidence, some very visible evidence, that I just came in my shorts.

After a while, I heard my sister's door open, and I feared things were about to get worse. She went into the bathroom. I started to think of my options, or my excuses for the wet spot in my shorts. Maybe she's just going to the bathroom, and won't be coming out to the living room? I'd have some more time to let the cum spot dry if she returns to her bedroom and stays there. 'Oh please Clair, go back to your bedroom,' I willed her telepathically. 

Clair soon appeared in the living room. At first, she walked right past me without noticing anything. She headed to the kitchen and I heard her rustling around in the refrigerator.

"You need anything?" She yelled to me.

"No. I'm fine," I said, not wanting her to come near me. I was hoping that she'd grab some food or drink and head right back into her bedroom without noticing my predicament.

As she walked into the living room, she looked at me with a concerned look on her face. 

"You OK?" She asked as she headed over to me. "You look sad." 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself," I said, hoping she'll get the hint and leave the room.

Then it happened. She looked at my crotch and suddenly expressed a look of shock on her face. 

"Did you piss your pants? Because, I just helped you go not more than fifteen minutes ago. You should have yelled for me if you had to go again. I would've come and helped you."

"I...," stammered trying to talk. I froze. Not knowing what to say, I just lay there and turned beet red.

"Let me get you some clean shorts," she said as she headed for my bedroom.

Soon, I heard some water running from the bathroom, and then Clair appeared with a wet washcloth, a towel, and a clean pair of shorts. 

"Clair." 

"What?"

"It's not what you think."

She didn't get what I was alluding to, and she grabbed my shorts by the waistband and pulled them down. I lifted my butt off the seat so she could pull them the rest of the way down. As she pulled my shorts past my now flaccid cock, my cum, sticky, thick, and clinging to my shorts, strung along like a milky white rubber band being stretched until the breaking point. Clair, expecting to see nothing but pee soaked cloth, now saw my white goo. 

"What?" She uttered in shock. She looked at me with wide eyes and her mouth gaped open.

"You didn't?"

I just blushed sheepishly. Then Clair blushed.

"When did you....how did you...oh never mind...I don't want to know," she said as she took the washcloth and started cleaning my jizm off my belly and cock. 

Feeling guilty, I said the first thing that came to my mind. "You're no virgin. You must have dealt with sperm before?"

"Yes, but not my brother's!" She exclaimed. Besides, it's been a while since I've seen any. It's been ten months since Mark and I broke up, and I didn't have any sex while at college last year.

Clair cleaned my cock gently with the warm wet washcloth, and it felt delightful. She used a soft and caring touch as she washed it. Taking her time to make sure it was clean; she inspected her work with a look of admiration and delight. My cock began to grow again as she dried it with the towel. I'm sure that wasn't lost on her, but she said nothing. She slipped some clean shorts on me and went back into her room.

The rest of the day I just channel surfed. I was bored shit-less. Nothing on TV appealed to me.

Dad came home about an hour later than normal. He walked in the door with a pair of crutches, and two cardboard boxes. One of the boxes had a picture of a bedpan. Another box had a picture of a plastic hand held urinal; I recognized that from using it in the hospital. 




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 01



"I got you some crutches, a urinal, and a bedpan." Dad said as he brought the crutches over to me. 



"The first thing we need to do is see if you can manage these crutches with your arms in those casts. Are you feeling up to trying now?"

I was still sore all over, but I'd be damned if I was going to be totally dependent on my sister for everything.

"Yeah, let's try it," I said.

My father helped me get out of the recliner and stand. He helped me hobble over to the wall and he had me lean against it. He took the crutches and sized them up to my arms. They needed adjusting, so he adjusted the length. He slipped the crutches under my arms and told me to remain leaning against the wall until he could see if I could grab the handles of the crutches. He moved the crutches into position as if I was about to take a step with them.

"Move your hands to the handles. Let's see if you can grab the handles firmly," he said holding me and the crutches steady.

My arms were permanently bent in those hard casts with just my fingers and thumbs exposed just up to my knuckles. My hands were immobile, and my fingers could grasp some things, but I could not grab the handles of the crutches firmly. 

"This won't do," my father said. "You'll need a firm grasp on the crutches, or they can slip out from under you and you'll fall."

I was quickly getting discouraged. When my father brought home the crutches, it lifted my spirits. I started thinking I may be more independent while I healed than I had originally thought. This little experiment with fitting the crutches to my cast locked hands deflated me.

"I got an idea," my father said. Then he removed the crutches and helped me to the chair.

"I'll be in the workshop," he said as he disappeared with the crutches. 

An hour later, my dad reappeared with the crutches. He had modified the handles. He made semicircle handles by cutting curved wood from some old wooden child sized snowshoes he had squirreled away in the shop. These new handles were screwed and epoxied to the crutches adjacent to the original handles, and they protruded out from the crutches so I could grab them with my fingers and thumb tips. He wrapped these new curved handles with leather so I could get a firm grip.

"Here, try these," my father said as he helped me to my feet, and once again steadied me against the wall so he could fit the crutches to me. With the new handles my father fashioned, I could grip the crutches firmly, and I took my first tentative steps with them. I was ecstatic. I could move on my own.

Walking with crutches with one leg in a cast wouldn't have been that big a deal, not even a challenge for me, if both my arms weren't broke and locked in those damn long arm casts, but with both my arms locked up, and only my finger tips exposed, it took a lot of practice to feel confident moving around on them. 

My father had me practice getting up with the crutches from a seated position, and walking around the house. When I got tired or too sore to continue, we'd stop for while. When rested, I'd tell him I was ready, and we'd start again. I was determined to gain mobility, and we practiced until late into the night. I practiced walking sideways through narrow doors, like the bathroom. I practiced sitting on the toilet and getting up. 

I was able to hobble to my own bed and crash. I was exhausted. I must have slept soundly because I didn't remember anything until the next morning. 

When I awoke, I had this strange feeling that someone else was in my room with me, but I couldn't tell immediately since I was still groggy with sleep. It had been a warm summer night, so I slept with only a thin sheet over me. The tent pole at my crotch was unmistakable, I had a full on erection. I usually do, but this one was a piss hard-on, and not as the result of an erotic dream. I had to pee badly.

"That's some hard-on you got there, Little Brother."

Oh geez, there was someone in my room, and it was Clair. Wasn't yesterday's embarrassments enough for one person to endure? Now she catches me with morning wood. And, since I was forced to sleep on my back because my arms were in casts, my cock was standing straight up for all the word, or at least my sister, to see.

"Clair. What are you doing in here?" I asked, still in my early morning, half comatose, state.

"I came in to see if my patient needs anything. It looks like you need some relief. Yesterday wasn't enough for you?" She laughed. 

"It's a piss hard-on."

"A what? What the hell is a piss hard-on?"

"I don't know... you wake up with a hard-on because you have to take a wicked piss, and the hard-on helps hold back the piss until you wake, I guess?"

"Where's that bedpan Dad bought?" she asked.

"Wait. I can get up and go into the bathroom myself," I said as I reached for my crutches. But I could hardly move. I must have over exerted myself the night before learning how to use the crutches. I was still sore and bruised from the accident, and after practicing with the crutches for hours the previous night I was physically shot.

"I don't know if I can move this morning," I said to Clair. "I might have overdone it last night. Is Dad here?"

"No. Its 8:00AM, and he's already left for work. I heard him leave around 7:00." 

"Can you help me?"

Clair tried to help me get up from my bed with the crutches, but I was too weak and sore, and I collapsed back on the bed.

"Help me sit up against the headboard," I said. Clair helped me move so I was sitting up in bed against the headboard. She grabbed a couple more pillows and propped me up. I had to take a wicked piss and my hard-on was still at full mast. 

"I'll need that bedpan after all. No, not the bedpan. Dad bought a hand held plastic urinal. I can pee in that much easier than a bedpan. I think it's still in the living room in it's box. 

Clair left and returned with the urinal. She helped me pull down my gym shorts. 

"How does this work?" she asked holding the urinal with a quizzical look on her face. 

"I just hold it between my legs, put my dick in it and pee," I said. 

"Can you manage?"

"I don't know. The nurses helped me while in the hospital. But let me try."

Clair helped me by moving the urinal bottle to my fingers protruding from my casts. I grabbed the urinal and positioned it between my legs. I tried to push my cock down to the entrance of the bottle. I was having a hard time pushing my erect cock into the opening. This time Clair was not reticent to touch my penis, she reached in and grabbed my cock and helped me aim and steady it at the bottles opening.

"Go ahead and pee," she said softly.

Again I was suddenly pee shy, and after a long minute Clair stroked my face with the back of her hand and said, "It's OK Billy. Take a deep breath. Just relax. Go ahead and pee. I'm here to help you." 

Clair's soft demeanor did wonders to sooth my nerves. I relaxed and finally managed to pee. Clair took my cock and shook it to shake off the last drops as she pulled the urinal bottle away. My cock had deflated some as I peed, but it was still half hard. She then grabbed the head of my cock and gave it a loving squeeze. This made my cock jump and pulse hard as a rock again. I looked at her in shock, but all she did was smile and say, "There you go Little Brother. You're all set now."

I was flummoxed. I didn't know what to say about that extra squeeze Clair gave my cock, so I just said the first stupid thing that came to my mind.

"Just because you were born five minutes before me, doesn't make me your little brother."

"Five minutes and eleven seconds. Those eleven seconds make all the difference, Little Brother. If it was just five minutes, well, then you'd have a point," she said, while busting up laughing. "Besides, if I'm going to take care of you for the next six weeks, and seeing that you're in such a vulnerable state, I'll call you whatever I want, and Little Brother seems fitting, so...," she smirked and walked out of the room to empty the urinal. 

I was left naked, and with my hard cock standing straight up. 

Clair came back into my room and said, "When is that thing going to go down? I thought it was a piss hard-on, or whatever you called it? Now that you've pissed, shouldn't it be going soft? How long does it take?"

"So many questions! Will you just cover me up? Please!"

"Are you cold?"

"Not particularly. I'd just like a little privacy for my privates."

"No sense in being shy now, Little Brother. That ship has sailed. I've helped you pee, I've wiped up your cum, and I've handled your piss hard-on, or at least that's what you're calling it," she said, with a smirk.

"Besides, Little Brother, I think we should get to know one another better."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, feeling a little unsure of what exactly she meant by 'getting to know one another better.'

"We're twins, but we've never been particularly close. I mean, we're close enough as brothers and sisters go; but, I don't know... I think twins that shared the same womb should be closer. At least that's what I hear and read about with other twins."

"Well, yeah that sounds nice and all, but I'm still lying here naked," I said with a forced smile.

"That's the thing Little Brother, until recently I hadn't even seen you naked, let alone seen your hard cock. And, I don't know what makes you tick, I don't know your deep thoughts or feelings about anything. We've just not shared that much in the past."

"I'm not sure my hard cock is something my twin sister should see," I said, feeling embarrassed again.

"I've already seen it and held it. No sense in denying it. There's no putting the Genie back in the bottle now. And it looks like I'm going to be seeing a lot more of you, and your cock, over the next six weeks. Who do you think is going to give you a sponge bath? Dad?" Clair laughed.

My penis was half hard now and laying on my belly. Clair leaned over my bed and started petting my cock like she was petting a cat. She grabbed my balls with her other hand and massaged them.

"I want to know what my brother's balls feel like. I've only ever felt Mark's, so I don't have a lot of experience. Yours are warmer than Mark's, and your sack feels silkier. His pubic hair was rougher than yours."

My cock jumped rock hard again.

"Clair! Damn you. Now look what you've done. It'll never get it down if you keep playing with it."

"You want me to stop?" She said, smiling.

"Yes! No! Yes. I don't know. I don't want you to stop, but I don't think this is right. Jesus Clair, you're getting me in some horny state here."

Clair suddenly let go of my cock and stood up. The expression on her face changed from caring sister to impartial nurse's aide. "What do you want for breakfast?" She asked bluntly.

"Anything. Whatever you're having."

"I'll make you some eggs," she said, and then covered me with my sheet and left my bedroom.

After Clair left to make breakfast, my cock pulsed under the sheet, and I felt a surge of sexual energy course through my loins. My mind was reeling with thought. I wanted Clair to continue stroking me. I wanted her to make me cum; but she was my sister; it wasn't right. And, would she have continued if I said I wanted her to? Or was she just testing me? If I had said, ' Please don't stop petting my cock and massaging my balls', would she have continued? Would she have jerked me off? Or would she had chastised me for asking my own sister to masturbate me, and then called me a freak, a perv, or even told Dad? I was in uncharted waters.

I needed to get my hard-on to go down. I turned my thoughts to school, fishing, the accident, anything to take my mind off of sex, but it wasn't easy, the image of Clair playing with my balls kept repeating over again in my head.

I started thinking of my sister differently after that morning. As she moved in and out of my room to help me, I noticed her features as if I'd met her for the first time. Growing up together, I just took her for granted; she was just my sister, and I never gave her body much thought. I noticed for the first time that Clair really did have a pretty face, not drop dead gorgeous, but symmetrical with clear, smooth skin, and a cute nose. Her blue eyes contrasted with her pale white skin and her dark hair. She was thin waisted, but with a soft full bottom, and her breasts I'd estimate to be a C-cup in size. I'm a breast man. I'm always looking a girl's breasts, but in the past I tried not to look at my sister's. Maybe I wanted to, but I knew it was wrong to lust after my sister's breasts, or maybe just because she was, just Clair, my sister, biologically not someone I'd think of in a sexual way. Once I started examining her features, I couldn't stop. Every time she walked into a room I was in, I looked her up and down as if she was a stranger I'd just met, and that I was attracted to.

As that day wore on, I was getting hornier and hornier thinking of Clair touching my cock and balls that morning. I needed to jerk off. I had it bad. I contemplated asking Clair to give me a sponge bath. I knew I'd be hard as a rock and I'd get off while she washed my cock. What stopped me? I don't know. I just thought I'd be too obvious, and that it would be stepping over a line I was having a hard time finding. 

I got up from my bed with my crutches and made my way to the bathroom. I stood by the toilet, and raised the seat as if I was going to take a piss. I worked my gym shorts down with my fingers tips and my cock sprang out straight and hard. I positioned the crutches so they were slightly back out of the way, but so that I could still lean on them. I moved my fingers of both hands to my cock and started stroking my cock with the tips of my fingers. It didn't take long before I came. I tried to aim my sperm into the toilet, but my jizm flew out forcefully and coated the bottom of the toilet seat, and shot through the hole in the seat and coated the back of the seat cover. I tried to clean it up, but I was unsteady on my crutches and feared falling, so I just did the best I could. 

It was going to be a long six weeks if I had to jerk off like that, but at least I could manage. Oh how I missed taking my cock firmly in my hands and having my way with myself. I never realized how much I'd miss being able to properly cleanup after myself too; the things you take for granted.

The next morning I woke up again with morning wood. This time though, it wasn't a piss hard-on, it was a sexual hard-on. I don't usually remember my dreams, and that night was no exception, but I must have been dreaming of sex, I could always tell. I woke up with my cock head aching, purple, and ready to burst.

"What's up Little Bro," my sister said as she came charging in to my bedroom.

"Whahoe! Look at that thing! It's huge. Another piss hard-on?" She asked as she stared at the tent pole poking up my sheet.

"Geez, don't you knock?"

"I'm your nurse. There's no privacy, just like in the hospital, Little Brother. You need to pee? Where's that urinal bottle thing?" 

Unlike the morning before, Clair had not bothered to get dressed; she was still in her nightgown. Her nightgown wasn't particularly sexy, but it was short, and the front buttons near the top were undone giving me a view of her cleavage. 

I was in a pickle. I could probably pee, I had to every morning of course, but, when I woke up with a sexual hard-on, peeing was not of the immediate need. I needed to cum.

Clair pulled back my sheet and started yanking my gym shorts down.

"Wow, that's a monster this morning, and the head is all red."

"It's not a piss-hard on Clair."

"What do mean?"

"It's more of a sexual hard-on."

"You're horny?"

"I guess, I just woke up with it so...," I said, trying to sound vague, so as to soften the rawness of just telling my sister that 'yes, I was horny.' What I really wanted to say was, 'Yes, I'm horny, and by the way, I'd like you to grab my cock and jerk me off, if you wouldn't mind,' but I was nice, and kept my secret desires to my self. 

"What were you dreaming about?"

"I don't remember."

As Clair leaned over to examine my penis up close, the top of her gown opened and I could see her breasts, clear as day. The view of Clair's breasts was not helping my situation; my cock throbbed and pulsed.

"Wow, looks like you're ready to pop. What's it feel like?"

"What do mean?"

"I want to know what it feels like to have a penis that hard and throbbing."

"Isn't that something you should ask your boyfriend, not your brother?" I said, trying hard not to cross that line I so desperately wanted to cross.

"I don't have a boyfriend at the moment. And, besides, it's not something you ask a new boyfriend. It's better to know about these things before you get in bed with a guy. It's the kind of thing I need to ask a guy I'm not going to have a relationship with. If I can't ask my twin brother, then who can I ask?" 

"Oh, alright. I'm not good at being this sexually open with you Clair, but I'll try."

"Well, yes, under the circumstances. I'm already staring at your hard cock, so you might as well play along," she said smiling.

I tried to explain to Clair what it felt like to have a raging hard-on. "It's hard and throbbing. There's a pulsing of blood, and I can feel the pressure at the head of my penis. There's a burning, but not a hot burn like if you've burnt yourself on a flame. It's a desire burn. It's somewhere between a burn and a severe itch. It's not really describable in terms of burning or itching, but it's as close as I can get. It's more like a pressure of desire, a yearning, that needs to be relieved. It feels like the head of my cock is about to explode into a million tiny pieces. It's like an intense thirst that needs to be quenched, or a hunger than needs to be satisfied."

"Can you do anything? I mean with those casts all the way from your upper arms to your hands, can you masturbate?"

"I did the other day, remember?"

"Yes, but I'm curious how? And, did you do something yesterday in the bathroom? There was some strange goo like substance on the inside of the seat cover."

"Busted!" I said with a blush.

"How often do you do it? You know, masturbate?"

I felt I was about to incriminate myself as a serial masturbator, but I was actually starting to enjoy talking to my sister about the intimate details of my penis.

"Usually once a day. Some days more than once, it all depends on what's going on, or how horny I'm feeling."

"Wow, that's some sex drive Little Brother."

"How often to you masturbate?" I asked Clair.

"Who says I do?"

"Oh come on... who are you kidding? I heard you the other day in your bedroom after you played the X-rated DVD. And, supposedly you put it away, back in my drawer, or did you?"

Clair turned scarlet red.

"I don't know why you're blushing. I'm the one lying here with no clothes on and whose sexual organs are being examined and talked about."

I guess Clair hadn't realized once she opened Pandora's box that she'd have to reciprocate.

"OK. Full disclosure... I do masturbate," she said softly.

"How often?"

"I don't know. I don't keep track. Maybe twice a week...OK maybe three or four times a week."

"How many times do you orgasm?" I asked her.

"How many times?"

"Yeah, you girls can cum more than once in a sitting. How many times?"

"That depends on how much time I have. If I have a lot of time, maybe three orgasms. If I'm in a hurry then just one," Clair answered biting her lower lip.

"But enough about me. What are we going to do with this? What did you call it, 'a raging hard-on'?" Clair asked as she focused on my straining penis.

"What would you like to do with it?" I asked her, hoping she would take it in her hands and help me out.

"I want to watch you masturbate," she said.




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 01



Not what I was hoping for, but OK, it would have to do, and it was a start.

"OK. It's not easy, but I'll show you how I manage with these damn casts," I said, as I hunched up my shoulders to bring the tips of my fingers to the head of my cock. I stroked the head of my cock with my fingers lightly. I really wanted to get Clair to touch it for me. I was so horny I didn't care that she was my sister, and that it was wrong. I needed a full warm hand on my cock. My finger tips were just not cutting it.

Clair looked on intently. She pulled her hair back and leaned in to get an up close and personal view. I could feel her warm breath on my cock as she looked on in amazement.

"Wow, I've never seen a guy jerk off before."

"This isn't really how a guy jerks off. I'm kinda compromised here. Usually I'd wrap my whole hand around my cock. Just getting my finger tips on it like this will eventually do the job, but not nearly as nice," I said, trying to get her to feel sorry for me and grab my cock and give me a helping hand.

"Normally, I would also spit on my cock, or into my hand, to lube it up. The warmth of my spit in my warm hand feels so much better than just these dry finger tips just barely scraping along."

"Do you want me to help you?" Clair finally asked.

"Yes. I do," I said softly. No more pretenses. Clair, sister or not, was a live, warm female within inches of my throbbing hard-on. There was no turning back at that point. Wrong hadn't entered my mind in the least. 

Clair reached for my cock and took it in her hands. She started squeezing my penis head like she was squeezing a lemon.

"Ohhh...hhhaaaa...hhh..." I exhaled. It felt so good to just have her warm hands my cock; never mind that she was inexperienced, and squeezed my cock head. 

"Like this?" She asked, looking me straight in the eye.

"It feels so good just having your hands on my cock right now, but no, that's not how it's usually done."

"What do I do then?"

"Use both hands. Wrap your hands firmly around my cock. Don't squeeze too tight, and don't squeeze and release like you're doing; you're not milking a goat. That's it. Now stroke it up and down the shaft. All the way down to my balls and then all the way up to the head."

Clair moved her hands as I instructed. She was straddling my good leg and I could feel her ass cheeks brushing against the bare skin on my left leg. 

Her hands were like the hands of a porcelain doll, petite, smooth and delicate, but yet warm and soft. I felt a surge of energy radiate from Clair's hands and into my cock. Her skin and my skin were kin. The skin on her hands and my cock talked a familiar language, a synapse code only those born of the same code could decipher, and the skin on her hands and the skin on my cock were chatting it up big time, like two long lost twins finally reunited.

"I'm I doing it right?" Clair asked as she leaned in and examined my cock moving within her hands.

"Yes. That's gooood...haahhh...," I hissed as my breath started getting short. Oh, how I felt the heat of desire course through my body, from my brain stem down through my spine, from my toes up through my legs, all culminating at the base of my penis. Collected there, then supercharged and sent forcefully to the head of my throbbing cock. 

"Spit on my cock head now."

"Spit on it? How?" she asked with a quizzical expression.

"Just spit on it."

Clair spat at my cock and sprayed her spittle all over my crotch.

"Not like that. Work up a mouthful and then just ease it out aiming it right on the head of my cock," I explained.

Clair did as I instructed and let a big stream of saliva slide from her mouth to the head of my penis. It instantly felt a hundred times better as she continued to stroke my now wet, warm cock. I felt as if I was about to blow my load any second, but I didn't want to hurry. I wanted to enjoy that moment for as long as I could. So I concentrated on holding off.

Some pre-cum started to leak from my cock.

"Is it cumming?" She asked as she saw the fluid appear from the tip.

"No. That's pre-cum," I could barely get out, my voice had shutoff as my body put all its energies into fueling my desire.

"What's pre-cum?"

"It's just some seminal fluid. It comes out ahead of a guy's orgasm."

"Why?"

Jesus, so many fucking questions. Just stroke my cock Clair. That's what I felt like screaming. But I had to be patient with her. She was curious, she wanted to learn the ways of the male organ, and that's why she was being so accommodating.

"It's nature's lube... to lube up the vagina I guess."

"You never saw or tasted Mark's pre-cum?" I asked between short breaths, and wondering why the ways of the penis seemed to be foreign to my sister.

"I'm not that experienced, Billy. I was a virgin until Mark. And, we only did it a few times before he dumped me. He just fucked me. We didn't do anything else. I didn't even see much of his penis. He asked me to suck it once, but I didn't want to. I told him I thought it was gross. I think that's why he broke up with me." 

"Spit on it some more. Get it really lubed up," I instructed.

Clair spat again. She pushed her thumb up along the center line of the underside of my cock as she stroked up. When she got to the head she pushed her thumb through the little valley of the underside of my cock head and then rolled her thumb over the top before she cupped her whole hand around the head and then stroked down again.

"Oh... Clair...that's sooo...gooood. Keep that up Sis... don't stop. Where did you learn to do that?" 

"I don't know... I'm just winging it... it looked like the thing to do," she said, smiling proudly.

"You're a natural at this," I said, between deep breaths trying to hold off my orgasm.

"I'm going to cum soon. I can't hold back much longer..." I could barely utter in a husky voice as my excitement neared a crescendo.

"That's why I want to learn from you Billy. I don't want to be inexperienced for my next boyfriend," she said, looking at me with sad eyes as she continued to stroke my cock.

"I'mmm...cummm...innnng!" I cried out as my orgasm swept over me. "Keep stroking it! Don't Stop!"

"OH MY GOD!" Clair exclaimed, seeing my sperm shoot all the way to my neck. With every spasm of my cock another spurt of jizm shot from the end of it. 

"Keeep...uhutthaa...stroookiing...it..Clair!....uhutthaa....BIGGIST!....uhutthaa....ORGASM...uhutthaa...EVER!"

Clair smiled proudly at me as she softly stroked my deflating cock. I couldn't move, I was stunned, comatose in my post orgasmic stupor. All I could do is lay there breathing rhythmically with a satisfied grin on my face as I looked lovingly at my sister who just gave me the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. 

Clair marveled at my gooey sperm all over my belly and dripping from my neck. She took her fingers and played in it, making long strings as she pulled her fingers up and away from my belly.

"That's a lot of sperm Little Brother. Do you always cum that much?"

"This is a bigger load than normal, Sis. I feel you may have had something to do with that."

"Me? How me... what do I have to do with the size of your, what did you call it, a load?"

"Sometimes the intensity of the orgasm can dictate the amount and force of the sperm ejecting from a man's penis," I explained. "And, that was by far the biggest orgasm I've ever had," I said, smiling at her.

She blushed and smiled, pleased with herself for giving me such an intense orgasm.

***************

That was all I could write. I was emotionally spent. I hit save on the file and pushed my chair back away from my desk and slumped in the chair like a sack of jello.

I had for the first time in ten years begun to tell my story. My sister and I have been having an incestuous sexual relationship since we were nineteen. We never mentioned the word incest to one another. We never thought it was wrong, at least for us. Sure we knew it was incest, and it was wrong at some level. We knew we had to keep it a secret; that in and of itself kept a cloud of wrong over it. But for us, it seemed right, as nature intended, regardless of what societal norms dictate. It started out innocently enough; well, as innocent as these things can be. We rationalized every move right from the beginning. It was supposed to be a short, one time episode in our lives. We just never stopped. We couldn't stop. Now, at twenty nine, we're trying to separate sexually, and yet resume a normal brother and sister relationship. I wasn't convinced it was possible. I certainly didn't want it to stop. I couldn't imagine not seeing Clair sexually anymore.

My psychologist had instructed me to send her whatever I had completed one day before our next session, and I was to see her the next day. I attached the first chapter of my story within an email to Jan and hit send. 

To be continued....



An Unethical Proposal Ch. 02



Authors note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It's a story within a story. This chapter would be hard read on its own. You'll have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapter 1.

I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks!

*****

Jan's face was blushed the color of a pink rose, her nipples were erect, and she was out of breath when she came to the waiting room of her office to retrieve me. She held the door open and let me pass her, as she did with all her patients. As I walked past Jan, and towards her office, I saw my story clutched in her hand. I recognized the title page I set in large font: My Sister's Hands. She had printed it out. I wondered why. Perhaps to add it to the file she kept on me; evidence of the depth of my perverseness. Perhaps her flushed state indicated she enjoyed my story, I thought, and then a smile crossed my lips as I took up residence on the couch.

"I read your story. Didn't you tell me you were concerned that you couldn't write?" Jan inquired.

"Did you like it?" I asked, looking for her editorial approval. 

"So that was the first time you and Clair did anything sexual?" Jan asked, not answering my query.

"Yes."

"And the story is truthful? You didn't embellish it, or leave anything out?"

"It's as it happened. Of course, that was ten years ago, but I remember everything as if it was yesterday." 

"So, William, tell me, did you and Clair ever consider yourselves in an incestuous relationship? Did you ever mentioned the word incest to one another?"

"No, not back then, and not even now. To this date we've never used that word between us to describe what we have...our relationship with one another."

"For ten years you and Clair have been having this relationship and you've never talked about what you were doing? It never came up? Did you have another word for it? A euphemism perhaps?"

"Sure, we knew it was incest, we just never uttered that word to one another. We both thought it was innocent brother and sister exploring. She wanted to learn more about boys and their penises, and I, with both of my hands locked in casts, needed help masturbating. So, it just happened."

"You let it happen, William."

"Yes. I suppose I didn't stop it, so in that sense, I let it happen."

"And, you had no reservations in the least about what you were doing?"

"Well, I had some reservations after that first hand-job, but, I guess, not enough. I do remember...I did think of the term incest after that first hand-job. I remember laying there, wondering...did we just commit incest? Should we go any further? But, after we did go further, it felt so right, so natural, I never dwelled on the term incest again, or at least until recently."

"You were both older than typical children who play doctor. You were both somewhat sexually experienced, neither of you were virgins. There must have been some underlying attraction between you two. In your story, you portray that you were not close with your sister before this happened. Why do you suppose you weren't close to Clair before this? Do you think a part of what was going on here was a longing to connect, at a deeper level, with your twin sister?" 

"Maybe, I don't know? Maybe I was just horny and my arms were stuck in plaster of paris casts, and I needed help masturbating."

"Why do you suppose you weren't close to Clair while you two were growing up?" She repeated.

"I had thought we were fine as brother and sister goes. Clair was the one who thought we should have been closer."

Jan repeatedly hammered me about my relationship with Clair as children. She wanted me to go there, back to our early childhood, maybe all the way to the womb. Why do these damn shrinks think everything, every affliction, starts in early childhood? Maybe people just fuck up along the way. If that's what this was? A fuck up. Was it a fuck up? Sure, society frowns on it, and for good reason if you're having babies. But there was no pregnancy, we were just having sex. 

"Can you tell me about your relationship with Clair as children, William? From your earliest memories. Can you paint a picture for me how you interacted with her? What was your relationship like before this first incest incident?"

For the next forty five minutes I blathered on about my childhood, and in particular how Clair fit or didn't fit in.

"I'm sorry, that's all the time we have for today," Jan interrupted me in mid-sentence. "I'd like you to continue writing your story. Do you think you can write some more? Another chapter perhaps, and get it to me before we meet next week?"

"I'll do my best," is all I could manage. I was emotionally shot. There was some undercurrent of emotion swirling around the childhood I shared with Clair. I couldn't quite get my mind around it, but it made me uneasy. 

As soon as I left Jan's office I felt the urge to text Clair. I needed to see her. It had been five weeks since Clair and I had been together sexually. I was feeling particularity down after that session and I needed her hands on my cock. It was 6:00PM and I knew she'd be just getting home from work.

I picked up my phone and punched out a text to Clair. "I need you. Call me."

As I drove out of Jan's parking lot my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen and saw it was Clair. I pulled over and answered.

"Hi. I'm glad you called."

"How have you been, Billy?"

"Terrible. I need to see you."

"We shouldn't. But, I want to too," Clair said softly. "I miss you, Billy,"

"Is John home?"

"No. He called and said he's working late. I don't expect him home for another two hours."

"I'm coming over." I said, and then hung up the phone before she had a chance to say no.

Clair met me at her door of her town house and she welcomed me in. We embraced in a long, strong embrace and kissed for a good five minutes.

"I need your hands, Clair," I said in the most 'I really need you now' tone I could muster.

"We can't Billy. I miss you too, you know? I want your tongue on my clit. I want it badly. But, we need to do this Billy. We need to separate. It should have been done years ago."

"Why Clair? Are we hurting anyone if we just enjoy each other occasionally on the side?"

"It's coming between John and me, Billy. I think of you when I make love to him. I compare him to you. And you do the same with your girlfriends too, Billy; don't deny it. And, why haven't you stayed in a relationship for more than a few months? Could I have anything to do with that? Does us, what we have, our enjoying one another on the side, have anything to do with that?" 

"Maybe I just haven't found the right one."

"You haven't found a non-sisterly form of me you mean to say."

Clair was right of course. She was always right. I could play the field, and take long breaks between girlfriends because I always had Clair in my back pocket. Clair provided me with the sex I needed, the most intense sex I've ever known. She also provided an emotional connection that one looks for in a relationship. And, the sex and emotions we shared were all on the good side of what normally passes for a relationship between couples. We didn't need to deal with the not so good side of a relationship with one another; no quarrels, no petty jealousies, no bad moods, no insecurities, or anything else that bogs down a normal love relationship between two people. Our relationship started out in support of one another, and we kept it that way. 

"Go, Billy, Go," she said forcefully while pushing me toward her front door. "Go find a girlfriend you can stay with. And don't compare her to me. Don't look for me out there."

I left. I felt rejected. So, this was the bad side of Clair's and my relationship rearing it's ugly head finally, I thought as I drove home. No! No, I wasn't going to let that happen, I told myself. Even if Clair and I couldn't have sex anymore, and I was doubtful we could quit completely, I wasn't going to let any negativity creep in between us. We would remain emotionally attached regardless.

My house felt empty when I arrived home. I was between girlfriends. I hadn't bothered to attempt to date anyone for the past three months. I had grown weary of the chase, the catch, and the release, the inevitable breakup. Without Clair to fill my void I felt forlorn. I knew I'd soon have to start thinking of filling that void, but that would not happen overnight, there was no quick fix. 

Although I felt empty and sad, I was nevertheless horny. I thought about throwing some porn into the DVD player and having my way with myself, but even that felt empty at that moment. It was Clair's hands that I needed. Her magical hands knew how to reach the inner most me, they knew how to really turn me on. 

As I thought of her hands, I thought of my unfinished story; perhaps continuing to write my story would boast my mood. Besides, Jan wanted another chapter written by next week, and at my speed, I'd better get started.

I sat at my laptop and re-read chapter one to get a feel for where I'd left off. Clair had just given me our first hand-job. I had just cum, and it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life, to that point. Clair was playing with my sperm on my belly...

...and then I started hacking away on chapter two.

My Sister's Hands. Chapter Two - 

Clair blushed at my revelation that she had just given me the single most intense orgasm I had ever had. She knelt on the bed next to me and continued to play with my sperm on my belly and chest.

"So, I did okay then?" she asked, looking for validation of her hand-job skills.

"Clair, I swear...it was so insane...so intense...you're a natural, Sis."

"I'm glad...," she smiled modestly.

"You can taste it," I said.

She didn't speak, but her facial expression said, 'no thanks'.

I contemplated encouraging her to take a taste if she really was serious about learning about sex from me, but then I thought I'd hold off for another time. I immediately got the sense that there would be another time. I didn't want to push her too much, it might spook her. I didn't want what we had just done to be a one time thing.

Clair's confession that she was a virgin until her last boyfriend, Mark, was news to me. We just never shared at that level of intimacy before. After her confession that she had never sucked his cock, and that he broke up with her shortly after he took her virginity, I started to understand why Clair had been so easy going about handling my cock while helping me pee over those past few days, when before my accident, and her assignment by Dad as my nurse, she never took any interest in my body what so ever. She was insecure about her lack of experience and knowledge of sexual matters, and she blamed that inexperience for the reason Mark dumped her. She had no male friends, no one whom she could ask questions, or just experiment with in a non-consequential, non-relationship way. She saw my accident, and my physical vulnerability, as a way to gain safe access to a penis, and the knowledge she desired. I could become that friend-with-benefits she needed. 

"I'll get a warm washcloth and clean you up," Clair said, as she headed for the bathroom.

I lay there relishing this new role as teacher. Not that I was a fountain of knowledge myself on sexual matters; but, I had a few more experiences than Clair; and as a guy, I had made the study of sex my life's work - or at least since puberty. 

But, I also felt uneasy about what had just happened, and the course we were about to take. Was full blown incest where we were heading? If we had stopped right there, I'm sure a hand-job could have been chalked up as simply brother and sister curiosity. In fact, playing doctor would be fitting under the circumstances. No one could really call a hand-job between sister and brother incest, could they? 

Clair came back to my bed with a warm wet washcloth and started cleaning my cock. She cleaned the sperm off my belly and neck. Again, I got a birds eye view down the open front of her nightgown. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as she washed me with the warm wet cloth. My cock stirred again as she rinsed it and my balls, and my lust started to build anew. 

They say a man does all his thinking with his little head. Yes, at certain times, that must be true of all men. Why else would you hear of the high and mighty fallen by sexual waywardness? Certainly for me, at that moment, I couldn't tell right from wrong.

"Now it's your turn." I said to Clair.

"My turn?"

"Yes. Your turn to masturbate. I want to see how my sister masturbates."

"Oh, I don't know if I'm ready for that, Billy."

"Why not? You just masturbated me, and you weren't shy about it in the least."

"That's different. I was already taking care of your penis. You know, helping you pee and all. I was just trying to make you feel better. Isn't that what a nurse is supposed to do?"

"Oh. I thought you wanted to learn about men and particularly about sexual matters."

"Well, I do...I just...I didn't...," she stammered, not knowing what to say.

"It's only fair. If I teach you and show you things, you need to open up and share with me," I explained the rational of my request.

I could tell Clair's wheels were spinning as she dried my cock with the towel. She had that look of deep thought on her face. Between the boldness of my request and her rubbing my cock with the towel, I soon had a full blown erection again.

"Look at this thing," she marveled at my hard cock. She started stroking it again with her bare hands as she continued to think about my request of her to masturbate in front of me.

"I'd like to, but I feel uneasy about exposing my privates to you."

"You've done more than just see mine, and you're stroking it again," I said, questioning her logic.

"Yours is just a hunk of meat, with some balls attached. We females have a more complicated matter going on."

Again, her logic failed to convince me.

"Like what?" I asked, in a superior questioning tone that said, 'prove it.' 

"Well, ours is inward, not outward. There's complicated folds and... and there's smells... and certain times of the month things are a bloody, smelly mess," she tried to explain in a sheepish voice. "And it's ugly," she added.

"Clair, first of all, a woman's pussy is not at all ugly; it's a beautiful thing. Secondly, you do realize that men pay money to see, smell, and taste pussy, don't you? I mean, aside from that time of the month, most men love a woman's cunt. We spend all of our energy trying to get some. And some guys even like it when a girl is on the rag. It's called pulling the rip cord."

Clair continued to slowly massage my hard cock as she stared off into space with a pensive look.

"OK, I'll do it. But, don't make fun of me."

"That would be the furthest thing from my mind."

Clair got up from the bed. She reached up under her night gown and removed her panties. She went around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to me and leaned up against the headboard. She held the hem of her nightgown tightly to conceal her pussy. She took a deep breath and sighed a big sigh as if to steel herself. Then, in one quick move, as not to lose her courage, she lifted her night gown over her hip bones and exposed her crotch. Her legs were still clamped shut, so all I could see was the top of her pubic hair, but it was a start. 

She lay there for a few moments doing nothing. I looked at her and she at me. She had a worried expression on her face. 

"It's OK Clair. It's just you and me here now. I'm not going to tell anyone," I said in a gentle voice.

Clair slowly moved her hand to her pussy. It was quite hairy from what I could see. She stuck a finger into her pubic hair near the top of her mound and started making slow circles. From the angle I was stuck at, and the fact that her legs were still clamped tight, I could only imagine she was working her clit. I really wanted her to open her legs, but I decided not to push her too much, so I just said a few encouraging words.

"That's nice Clair. Just keep fingering your clit like that. You look so beautiful lying there playing with yourself."

As Clair's lust built, she opened her legs a little more. Soon she reached her other hand down to her twat and pushed a finger into her vagina. Unfortunately, from the angle I was at, I couldn't see too much. I was practically immobile, stuck in my position on the bed with my leg and arms in those clunky casts. In order for me to have gotten a better view of her pussy while she played with herself, I would have had to have gotten up with my crutches and limped around to the foot of the bed. I was worried that was too disruptive a move, and it might have spooked Clair. I thought for her first time masturbating in front of me I shouldn't push my luck. I'd let her do her thing as she saw fit, even if it didn't afford me the best view. I'd bide my time and work on her to become more sexually open.

After about five minutes, Clair worked herself into an orgasm. She shuttered and squeaked as she came. She looked at me like the cat that just caught a bird. She turned slightly red as she bit her lower lip and giggled.

"I've never done that in front of anyone before," she said shyly.

"That was beautiful Clair."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I loved watching you finger yourself, and from what I could see from this angle, you have a beautiful pussy. I'd like to see more of it."

"It's hairy down there right now. I haven't bothered shaving since I don't have a boyfriend currently."

"You shaved for Mark?"

"Not at first, but he made a comment about my 'big bush', as he called it, so I did shaved a for him after the second time he fucked me. Then he broke up with me soon after that, so I let it grow again."

"I don't mind your hair, Clair. In fact I'd like to get a better view of your pussy, if you don't mind. I'm a little stuck like this. Could you change positions so your legs are facing me?"

My cock was once again straining against the air. The head of my cock was purple, pulsing and straining for relief. Clair moved so her head was near the foot of the bed. She supported her upper body with her elbows so she was half sitting up and looking at me. She held her legs together, not as tightly as before, but not splayed open either.

"Open your legs a little more."

Clair looked at me, eye to eye. She was still quite shy and she was reading my face for any signs of disgust, or laughter. She was about to open up her most private parts to me, and she was protecting herself emotionally. Any sign from me that I wasn't the utmost appreciative, she would've pulled back and retreated. 

"You look so beautiful lying there, Sis. Look at my cock. See how hard you've gotten me? I need to see that gorgeous pussy of yours. Open up Sis."

Clair slowly moved her legs apart and as she did the inner lips of her pussy began to peek out from her pubic hair.

"Oh, that's nice," I cooed. "Now bend your left leg. That's it. Now move your knee to the left," I instructed as I waved my right arm, locked in it's cast, in the air to motion the direction I wanted her to move her knee.

Clair did as I asked and her pussy opened up for my viewing pleasure. All the while she kept her eyes on my face for signs of encouragement.

"Now your right leg," I motioned.

Clair bent her right leg and then opened it up wide to her right. Her knee rested on my leg cast. Her pussy was now wide open in front to me.

"I had no idea you had such a beautiful pussy Clair. Can you play with it again?"

The look in Clair's eyes had shifted from apprehension to lust. She shifted to her right side, and moved all her upper body weight to her right elbow so she could free up her left hand. She moved left her hand to her pussy and started running her fingers up and down her open slit. She found her clit and started circling it with her middle finger.




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 02



"That's it Clair, masturbate again for me baby."

Clair then used her index and her middle finger together as she pushed deep into her pussy. She dipped two fingers inside her and moved them around, and then moved them back up to her clit and rubbed in a circular motion, and then dipped them again back in to her deep folds. Then she rubbed all her fingers up and down the entire length of the slit of her vagina for a few strokes before she returned to her clit.

"You like what you see," she asked in a husky voice.

"Oh yes baby. I love it. Keep it up. Keep working that clit of yours"

Clair lay completely on her back now as she moved her right hand to the inside of her thighs. As her left hand continued to work her pussy, her right hand caressed her inner thigh. Her lower body began to writhe gently up and down. Her hips came slightly off the bed, synchronized with her breathing. With every exhale she moaned, her body writhed to the rhythm of her building lust. Her fingers worked her pussy feverishly as her lust built. She slowly moved her right hand down her leg, caressing her skin as she trailed a path to her feet. She teased the inside of her ankle with her fingers. She then traced a path back up her leg to her inner thigh, and then up her belly and under her nightgown to cup her breasts. Her left hand all the while diddling her lovely clit. She dove her fingers deep into her pussy and her moans grew louder. 

Her breathing became short. I knew she was close to cumming.

"ahhh...hha...ahh..hra...ahhh...hha...ahh..hra...hmmm...ahhh...ahra," she moaned and breathed.

She worked her clit feverishly, in forceful circular jerks.

"I'mm...gonna...cummm...Billy...I'm..cummming!", she cried as her orgasm washed over her. 

She lay there breathing heavy for a while, and then slowly raised herself up on her elbows and looked at me for approval.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And, that was much more expressive than the first one Clair. Bravo!"

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard, Billy. It was wonderful," she said with a mischievous gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.

"You see? If you open yourself up to new experiences and let go of all that tension holding you back, you'll see how wonderful sex can be," I said, trying to sound like a professional, a sex therapist, or someone with authority in the matter. 

"Let me taste your fingers," I demanded.

"I don't know Billy. I'm not sure about that."

"You've never tasted yourself?"

"Maybe, a little..."

"Taste yourself. Lick your fingers," I ordered.

Clair brought her moist fingers to her mouth and licked them.

"Stick your fingers back in your pussy and get them good and wet. Then stick them in your mouth again and suck on them," I barked out another order.

Clair did as I instructed and I heard a soft moan as she dipped her fingers back in her pussy. This time, when she put her fingers in her mouth, she relished her taste. She licked and sucked for long minute all the while her eyes were fixated on mine.

"Taste good?"

"mmmm...yummm," she moaned.

"Let me taste. Dip your fingers back in your pussy and get them good and wet again."

Clair pushed her fingers into her pussy and played with herself for about a minute. She moaned and writhed again as her fingers worked deep in her twat. She removed her fingers from her pussy and leaned over to me, offering me her wet fingers. I pushed my nose to them first and inhaled her sweet aroma. Then I opened my mouth and gulped them in. I sucked and licked her fingers for at least minute or two. I savored her sweet and earthy love juice.

Clair removed her fingers from my mouth and moved them to my now ready to explode cock. Her fingers, now wet with my saliva, felt wonderful as she grasped my stiff meat and started stroking.

"Looks like someone needs to cum again," she said smiling.

"Ohh...Clair, your hands are like silk on my hard cock," I moaned in complete ecstasy. 

Clair worked up some spit and let it slowly slip from her mouth to the tip of my cock. She then proceeded to slowly jerk me off until I erupted a big load again all over my belly. She played with my cum just as she had earlier; twirling and making long strings of it as she pulled her fingers away. But this time, she took her fingers to her mouth and tasted me. 

"Not too bad. It's a little funky. It'll take some getting use to," she said, as she smacked her lips. "On second thought, I'm not sure about the taste," she shook her head and shuttered with an expression on her face as if she had just swallowed some bad milk.

After Clair cleaned me up again, she made breakfast for us. While she was cooking, I limped with my crutches into the living-room and fell into the old recliner. Clair spoon feed me scrambled eggs and toast. 

After breakfast, she told me she wanted to make plans to visit her friend Margaret for the day, but she was worried about leaving me alone. I told her I could get around enough to go to the bathroom, and I'd be fine watching TV. Earlier in the week, Dad had brought home some protein shakes in a can. I was able to pop the top with the stubs of my fingers sticking out of the casts and stick a straw in the can. I worked out a way to maneuver the protein shake can to the edge of the kitchen counter. I could lean in and use the straw to feed myself. 

I told Clair I'd be fine, and to go have fun. I spent the rest of the day channel surfing, and reading. When Dad came home, he made me dinner and he fed me. You haven't lived until, as an nineteen year old, your father feeds you with a fork because you can't bend your elbows to get a fork up to your mouth.

Clair came home late and Dad and I were still up, watching a movie on TV. Dad started giving Clair a hard time about leaving me alone all day. I came to her defense. I told him that it was my idea she get out of the house and see one of her friends. Dad backed down and apologized to Clair once I convinced him I didn't need 24/7 care. 

The next morning, I again awoke with morning wood, but Clair was not in my room as she had been the past few mornings. The house was quiet and the sun streamed in my bedroom window. Dad must have already left for work. I got up, and with my crutches, managed to maneuver to the bathroom and took a piss. I then hobbled out into the hallway. I saw Clair's bedroom door was open, but the main bathroom, next to Clair's room, the door was closed with light streaming out from the bottom. I hobbled closer to the bathroom door and heard the shower running. I was just about to hobble back to my bedroom when I heard the shower shutoff. I knew Clair would be out as soon as she dried off, so I hung out in the hall and leaned against the wall on my crutches. Clair came out sooner than I thought she would. She was naked and drying her hair with a towel as she came out the door. She was so busy drying her hair, she didn't see me until she ran into me. She jumped a mile and screamed.

"Billy! What the hell are doing here! You scared the shit out me," she said trying to cover herself up with her towel.

"I stopped here to rest a minute, and then you suddenly bolted out the bathroom. Do you always come out of the bathroom naked?"

"Dad is out, and you were sleeping when I checked on you a few minutes ago. I didn't expect you'd get up and come down my end of the hall!" she said still covering herself with the towel.

"No sense in covering up so tightly, Sis, I've already seen everything."

She stuck her tongue out at me and made a face. I laughed.

"I still had my nightgown on yesterday, so you haven't seen everything," she said smugly.

"If you're referring to your breasts, I saw down the front of your nightgown, so yes, I have seen everything."

"You perv."

"I'm the perv? If I recall, you were stroking my cock at the time."

Clair giggled, and then dropped her towel. She now stood in front of me completely naked. She raised her arms and twirled completely around. This is the first time I had seen her completely naked head to toes. I marveled at her breasts. They swung free and jiggled as she twirled, laughing and giggling. Her areola, sweet brown and glistening wet from her shower, beckoned my mouth. Oh how my hands ached to grab them and squeeze them. I wanted so bad to scoop them up and bring them to my mouth and lavish then with my tongue.

"Like what you see, Little Brother?"

My cock stiffened and strained against my gym shorts as my eyes soaked up the site of her naked body.

I looked down at the bulge in my crotch and said, "here's your answer, Sis."

She moved right up close to me and reached up under the left leg of my shorts and grabbed my hard cock. She pulled at it until it was rock hard and pulsing.

"Let's go to my bedroom. It's closer," she said as she led the way into her bedroom, and helped me get on her bed. She propped my back against the headboard with several pillows. 

"I was thinking I should shave my pussy. What do you think?"

"You could probably use a little trim, but I kinda like a little pussy hair on a girl, so maybe leave some on the top."

"Like a landing strip?"

"Yeah, or even a little bigger than a landing strip is OK with me."

"Do you want to watch?"

My eyes widened and a big shit eating grin came over my face. "Hell yeah!" I exclaimed. 

Clair disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. When she returned she had a basin of warm water, a towel, a can of shaving cream, a hand mirror, and a razor.

"Here, let me help you out of your shorts. I can see your cock is straining to be free."

She pulled my gym shorts off me and my hard cock flopped on my belly. 

Clair's bed was an old sleigh bed with a high foot board. She set some pillows up against the foot board and leaned her back on them. I was leaning against the headboard opposite her. She set her towel down by her ass and lifted her body up and pulled the towel under her butt. She moved the basin of warm water closer to her and opened her legs. She took a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed her pubic hair short. I cringed as I watched her using those scissors so close to her pussy lips.

"Be careful Clair. Don't snip your lips."

"That's the last thing I want to do, Little Brother. Don't worry I'm being extra careful."

She then dispensed the shaving cream into her hand and lathered up her pubic hair with it. With the mirror propped up between her legs, she started slowly shaving her crotch. After every few strokes with the razor, she would dip it into the water to rinse it out. She looked up at me every time she rinsed the razor to see if I was enjoying the show.

"It's amazing how open you're being today Clair. Yesterday I could barely get you to masturbate in front of me, and now you're shaving your pussy in front of me." 

"I know. You really opened me up yesterday. That, and I had a great day yesterday with Margaret. We talked sex all day. She really help me see that I've been missing out on a lot of life by being so shy, and she convinced me that I've actually been coming across as prudish. I'm far from prudish, but people mistake my shyness about sex for primness. Since I'm not generally shy about other matters, they automatically think I'm a prude; at least that's what Margaret told me."

"Margaret and you never talked sex before?" I asked. Finding it hard to believe two nineteen year old girls never talked sex.

"There was some sex talk, sure, but not too much about sex simply for the pleasure of sex. Mostly we talked about boys and dating, and if sex came up during the conversation about dating, there might be some talk of it. Remember, we just met last year; and since I was shy about sex, she didn't push the topic if my body language indicated I wanted to change the subject," Clair explained.

"What changed?" I asked

"I finally fessed up about why Mark dumped me, the fact that I wouldn't give him a blow job. I had kept that little pearl from my friends. I had been telling everyone I didn't know why Mark suddenly went cold on me."

Clair proceeded to shave her pussy a little at a time in between talking to me about her day with Margaret.

"I owe it all to you Little Brother. I think being sexually open with you yesterday emboldened me to open up to Margaret. It was such a wonderful day. I felt so open and free to talk to her about anything and everything." 

"She taught me how to give a blow job yesterday."

"How did she do that? Does she have a dick?" I asked with a sarcastic smirk. 

"You wish! No silly, we used her dildo as a prop. It's shaped like a real cock. It has fake veins and everything. It kinda reminded me of yours."

"She has a dildo?"

"Several. She says I should get one. We've made plans to go shopping at that adult video store. You know the one; it's the same one you got your porn DVDs at. 

With every stroke of the razor, Clair's bald pussy came more into view. What a magnificently beautiful site it is to watch a woman shave herself. My cock was throbbing and gulping, straining against the air, trying to find something warm to snuggle into. 

"When are you going to the adult store?"

"Later today. Do you need anything," she said with a giggle. "Maybe another lesbian movie," she added with a smirk.

Clair finished shaving and then washed her pussy with a washcloth. As she dried herself, she spent a little extra time rubbing herself, and her shortened breath and a slight moans let me know she was getting turned on.

"How's that?" She asked, with legs spread wide and showing off her newly quaffed pussy.

She left a triangle of hair on top and it came to a point just around her clit hood. Other than that, her vulva was clean shaven.

"Beautiful!" I exclaimed. "Looks good enough to eat," I added with a smile. Clair just gave me a coquettish grin, but said nothing.

Clair got up and put away the basin, razor and mirror. When she returned she climbed up on her bed and moved up to my crotch. She motioned for me to spread my good leg wide and she got between my legs. She grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it while she blew little breaths on it. 

Then, without warning, she leaned in and licked it. She licked it again and smacked her lips a few times to test the taste. She had a pleasant, but quizzical expression on her face as she analyzed the taste. She then engulfed my cock in her mouth.

"Ohhh...Clairrrr..." I exclaimed. "Oh my god, that feels so fucking good."

She pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "It tastes better than Margaret's dildo. That thing tasted nasty, like plastic or rubber. Yours taste sweet, and a little salty. I kinda like it."

She then went down on me again, but this time she scraped her teeth along my head. It didn't hurt too much, but I said, "Ouch, careful with those choppers."

"Sorry," she said as she popped my cock out of her mouth, and then went back down on it. 

It had been too long since I had a warm wet mouth around my cock. She sucked my whole cock in deep and then out to the tip again. She twirled her tongue around my head and licked it like an ice cream cone. Then she went down on the whole shaft again. She pushed farther down the shaft. She gagged a little as she pushed the head of my cock to the back of her throat. 

"Am I doing it right?" She asked as she surfaced from my cock a little teary eyed from chocking. "Margaret told me to be careful about scraping my teeth on your little head. I guess I need some practice."

"I think Margaret taught you well. So, this is the first time you've had a real cock in your mouth?"

"Yeah, can you believe it."

"I think you're a natural, but I'll give you some pointers. Grab my balls with one of your hands. From the angle you're at, use your right hand. That's it massage my balls while you suck my cock." 

Clair massaged my balls and took my cock back into her mouth. She commenced moving her mouth up and down on my shaft.

"That's it. Now, with your left hand grab the base of my cock shaft. As you move your mouth up and down my cock, follow your mouth with your hand. The idea is, you want to give a hand-job with the blow-job."

Clair did as I instructed and wow, did it feel awesome. I wasn't going to last long, and I knew I better not cum in her mouth for her first time. She was doing so well and she seemed to be enjoying it; I didn't want to turn her off with a mouth full of cum.

"I'm going to cum soon Clair. Keep sucking, I'm just giving you a heads up. I'll tell you when I'm just about to blow. When I give you the signal, pull your mouth off my cock, but keep stroking it with your hands until I cum." I said in a deep husky voice as my orgasm neared. 

Clair sucked deeply and then twirled her tongue on my head and that was all it took.

"I'm going to cum! Pull off now!"

Clair popped my cock out of her mouth. She kept stroking it with her two hands as I had instructed. 

"Stroke it harder Clair," I cried out.

My orgasm was powerful and my sperm shot clear to my ear. 

"Keep stroking it baby. That's it! Keep milking it!"

Clair milked my dick, and several more ropes of jizm spewed out all over my belly. She kept right on milking it until no more came out. Then my cock turned hyper sensitive and I couldn't take any more stimulation.

"OK...OK...stop! Stop! It's too sensitive right now. You need to stop," I begged.

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" She said, still holding my cock with her two hands. 

"No. Everything was perfect! Just let go of it for a minute."

Clair dropped my cock, but had a concerned look on her face like she had broken it. My cock pulsed with pain and pleasure. 

It took a moment for me to catch my breath before I could speak.

"Sometimes, after a man cums, especially if it's a good one, like that one was, the head of his penis gets super sensitive for a while, and he can't take any more stimulation for a few minutes. But nothings wrong. It's a good thing actually. It means he came hard."

"So you came hard?" She asked, seeking approval.

"Oh yes! That was, by far, the single most insanely intense orgasm I've ever experienced, Clair. Well...except for the hand-job you gave me yesterday, that was awesome too. I'm not sure which one I liked better...hmmm...I believe some more experimenting is in required, in order to serve a proper verdict." I said, Winking at her.

She sat there looking at me with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Let me get you a washcloth to clean you up," Clair said, and she started to move.

"No, wait. Stand up and bring your pussy to my face," I ordered.

"I don't know Billy. Are you sure?"

"Positive Clair. Do as I say."

Clair stood on the bed and straddled my body. She walked over my body and up to the headboard where I was leaning up against it. She stood nervously still with her pussy about a foot from my face. I could smell the wonderful aroma of her cunt and it was driving me insane. I needed to get my face in there. 

"Come closer."

Clair inched up so that her pussy was within a few inches of my waiting lips. I extended my head forward those last inches and licked. I dove my tongue into Clair's now bald snatch, and as I did she moaned. She must of liked the feeling because she pushed her twat into my face as she cried out.

"Oh my god...Billy...that feels fantastic. Billy! Oh...yeah...I had no idea...don't stop."

I wished my arms weren't in those casts. I wanted so much to grab Clair by her ass and pull her into my mouth. I put my arms up to her body anyway and did the best I could with cement arms to pull her in. I lavished her cunt with my tongue. First exploring the folds of her vagina, and then, her clit hood. Then teasing her clit out with my teeth and sucking it hard. Clair quivered in delight.

Clair tasted so damn good. I couldn't believe it. I was eating my sister, my own flesh and blood, and I was loving it. Until this time, I had only a handful of girlfriends, but each one of them I went down on. Not out of obligation, but because I freaking love the taste and smell of pussy. But, Clair's pussy was by far the tastiest of them all. I wondered, was it because she was my twin that I found her pussy so tasty? Was this like eating myself if I had a pussy? These were the thoughts that ran through my head as I devoured her cunt like a starving man.




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 02



I moved the tip of my tongue to her clit and worked it exclusively. I wanted her to know the feeling of cumming by way of the tongue. Her breath quickened and her moans deepened. She ground her clit on my mouth. I sucked and bit her clit. I licked, and flicked my tongue at her nub. I twirled and lapped my tongue on her love button like a mad man.

"I'm cummming, Billy! I'mmm...cuummmmming!" She screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Her cunt quivered on my mouth. I could feel her knees weaken. She couldn't stay standing at my mouth for long after she came. She collapsed on my chest, and then rolled off me leaving my chest moist with a trail of pussy juice. 

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I proof read what I'd written and had a huge hard-on as I remembered that day vividly. I took care of my urgent need, and then I attached Chapter Two of 'My Sister's Hands' within an email and sent it to my psychologist, Jan. 

I sat there in my den reflecting on that day had I just written about, that first oral day. I tried to find some modicum of guilt within myself for taking Clair down the road we traveled, but I couldn't. I felt nothing but pride. I was so in love with my sister and so in need of her body. It felt so natural in every way.

To be continued...



An Unethical Proposal Ch. 03



Authors note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It's a story within a story. This chapter would be hard read on its own. You'll have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapter 1 and 2.

I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks!

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As I walked into Jan's office, I saw chapter two of my story on her desk. She had printed it out, same as chapter one. I immediately mused that she enjoyed my story. I imagined her at her desk reading it, and getting so turned on her hand found it's way to her crotch, and a smile crossed my lips. This time I didn't take up residency on the obligatory couch. I sat in a chair facing Jan's desk. As Jan walked past me and around her desk to take her seat, I noticed her skirt was a little shorter than the skirts I had seen her in before. Previously, her skirts came to just above her knees. This black skirt was mid-thigh in length. Her legs looked ravishingly hot. Her thighs were shapely and toned, and they looked strong, but without bulk. 

"I read the second chapter of your story. So, now you and Clair are in deeper. Did you feel any remorse at all after that?"

"No, not at all."

"I'm surprised you didn't feel any guilt after your orgasm, after Clair gave you oral sex. That's a vulnerable time for a man. Usually teenagers feel guilty just after orgasm while masturbating. Have you ever experienced that guilt as a teenager after masturbating?"

"Sure, some."

"But that guilt wasn't there after your orgasms with your sister?"

"At that time, I was nineteen, and not a virgin. In fact I had stopped feeling guilty about masturbating years before that, even prior to loosing my virginity. As a younger boy, I had read in a Men's Health that masturbation was healthy for your body and good for your mind. After reading that, I said to myself, 'why I am I feeling guilty doing something that is healthy?' I never felt guilty again after that. In fact that's when I started masturbating at least once a day."

"So at that point, you no longer had any guilt associated with masturbation. But you're saying you also had no guilt associated with having sex with your sister, Clair?"

"Well, we hadn't gone all the way, yet. I mean, if we're taking this discussion chronologically, then at the point where we're at, we hadn't gone all the way yet."

"It's still sex with your sister, William. Oral sex is still sex."

"No. I didn't feel guilty. OK. Does that make me a monster?"

"I'm not here to judge you, William. I'm here to help you."

"It sure seems like you're judging me with all these guilt questions."

"I just need to understand how you were processing your feelings during the time all this was going on. It's an emotionally charged thing for most people, to have sex with their sibling. I'm not a mind reader, I can't get into your head. These questions are designed to give me an idea of how you felt about those events when they were happening, and how you're currently processing them." 

There was a long pause in the questioning, I just stared at Jan and said nothing.

"And Clair, what was her take on the two of you having oral sex? Did she talk to you about it afterward? Did she express any guilt, or reservations about what you two had just done?"

"No. Not that she let on. She seemed happy to be learning from me."

"Your story portrays Clair as someone just blossoming in their own sexuality, and you as the instrument of that, the teacher. How did that make you feel?"

"It felt good."

"Do you think that masked any guilt you might have otherwise felt?" 

For the next forty minutes Jan probed my psyche to find any semblance of a normal human being, I suppose. I did my best to assure her, aside from my lack of guilt associated with Clair and myself having sex, I wasn't psychotic.

"That's all the time we have for today, William. I'd like you to continue writing your story. Do you think you can write another chapter and get it to me before we meet next week?"

"I'll do my best," I said as I got up from the chair in front of Jan's desk. She was busy writing her notes, of what a basket case I was most likely. As she leaned over her desk, I glanced down the top of her blouse. A hint of cleavage, just a hint, was all it took for my mind to go off into the nether regions of Jan's flesh.

As I left her office I once again felt the need to call Clair. I picked up my cell and placed a call to her. 

"Billy. We're not suppose to be talking to each other right now."

"I need you Clair. Please."

"No, Billy. Don't you think I'm hurting too? We can't right now...CLICK." She was gone, but what was 'right now' suppose to mean? Last week it was, '...we need to do this Billy. We need to separate.' This time it was, 'We can't right now.' Was she realizing all this was a charade? And, that it was inevitable we'd be back in bed together sooner or later? My heart skipped a beat, and my cock jolted. It's been six weeks since Clair's hands have been on my cock, and I missed her dearly. Nothing could satisfy me like Clair's hands. Last week I masturbated until I was raw trying to scratch that itch only Clair could reach. 

I needed someone else's hands on my cock. 'But how was I going to get that tonight?' I thought. I was still between girlfriends. The only place I could think of where I could get a hand-job on demand, was one of those happy-ending massage parlors. I passed by one on the way home from work every day. I always thought, as I passed by the place, about those poor chumps were in there. If they only knew what a real hand-job was like. A real hand-job from the the goddess of hand-jobs, my sister, Clair. 

When I got home I grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured a healthy shot. I downed it, and poured another. I felt depressed. I missed Clair so much I hurt inside. I knew of only one way to change my mood. I needed to write another chapter.

I skimmed over chapter two to get a sense of where I'd left off. Ah...yes, Clair had just performed her first blow-job ever, and it was on me; and I had just finished eating her out...

My Sister's Hands. Chapter Three - 

"Billy, I had no idea that would feel...so...there's no words to describe..." The look of total bliss on Clair's face said it all. I beamed with pride. I was glad I satisfied her so thoroughly. It was important to me that her first experience receiving cunnilingus was enjoyable. 

"If I had known it felt that good I would have...," she didn't finish her thought.

"What? Had me do it to you sooner?" 

"I would have had somebody do it to me sooner," she exclaimed. "When can we do it again?" 

"How about later today. I need some time to recharge, and besides, I'm starving. Can you make something for breakfast?"

Clair pouted a little, but got up from bed and went into the bathroom. She returned with a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She reluctantly helped me get back into my gym shorts. She got dressed and then helped me up from her bed. With my crutches I hobbled out into the living room and set my self into the old recliner. Clair helped me pull the lever so the leg rest came up, and I got situated with my plaster of paris arms on the arm rests of the recliner. 

Clair made breakfast. She pulled up a chair and fed me scrabbled eggs. All the smugness I felt after teaching Clair the ways of tongue went out the window after that first fork of food entered my mouth not by my own hands. By far, the most humiliating part of having both arms and hands locked in casts was having to be fed like a child, or an old feeble man stuck in a nursing home with neither the strength or the will to feed himself. 

Clair looked pensive as she fed me, and she kept glancing out the picture window. It was a beautiful summer day; sunny, bluebird sky, no wind. "Let's get you out of the house today," she suddenly announced. 

Going outside sounded like a great idea, I hadn't been out of the house since I've had gotten home from the hospital a few days ago. I was more than a little concerned about using the crutches on any uneven terrain though. If I tripped, I wouldn't have been able catch myself with my arms locked up in these casts. I had a hard enough time hobbling around the house on smooth floors. 

"Sure sounds good to me, but I'll need to take it easy. I'm not sure I can manage if the ground is uneven."

"Let's go to Dead Man's Lake. I want to try skinny dipping," Clair blurted out wide eyed.

Dead Man's Lake, as it was called by the locals, was an old quarry pond on abandoned land. It was not an official lake you'd find on a map. It's not a body of water that you'd find tourists at. It was a locals hangout. It had rock cliffs on one side and a small beach on the other. The beach was a man-made beach. It was hacked out of the wooded bank of the pond back in the 1950's by a group of bored high school seniors with axes, shovels, and pickup trucks full of sand. They were looking for a place to have a little summer party. Since then, the beach has been expanded and maintained by dedicated locals. It was named Dead Man's because of the number of deaths by drunks diving off the cliffs. The cops gave up patrolling there long ago. 'If they want to get drunk and kill themselves out there, then who are we to stop them,' officer Murphy announced in the local paper during an interview with a reporter about the police spending too much time being called out to the lake for rowdy behavior. Seems a group of good Samaritans were taking it upon themselves to check the goings on at the lake and they called the cops regularly for anything that didn't pass their muster. Once the cops stopped showing up, the skinny dippers showed up, and the place got a reputation as a nude beach where the cops didn't hassle you. I hadn't been to the nude side yet, and I believed Clair wouldn't have shown up there either. After the beach went nude, most school kids would go to the cliff side of the lake to dive and showoff. Hanging out with your high school classmates at the nude beach was something talked about, but rarely done. 

"Dead Man's Lake? I'd love to Clair, but do you think I can manage?"

"I'll put you in your wheelchair and push you." 

"I don't think you'd be able to push me on the uneven ground of that make shift parking lot, and in the sand I'm sure the wheels will sink in, and the wheelchair would be stuck."

Clair pouted.

"I'll have to try walking with my crutches outside on the lawn first. Maybe I can do it. I'd be nice to extend my range. This house is getting smaller everyday."

Clair beamed.

"Have you ever been to the nude beach? For that matter, have you ever skinny dipped before?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"No. Are you kidding? I would never have...too shy."

"Why do you want to go now Clair, what's changed?" Again, I didn't really need her answer. I had seen the change in Clair over the last few days. Opening her up sexually had given her a new confidence about herself and her body.

"I don't know...I'm just feeling so free and open about that part of me that I've cloistered away. Since you and I have been doing stuff, and my talk with Margaret, I feel free to express myself. I always wanted to go skinny dipping at the nude beach, and today looks like the picture perfect day to do it." 

"Ok, let's give it a try," I said. I was game for anything as long as I didn't have to spend the whole day in the captains chair, that infernal recliner. 

Clair put on her bathing suit, it was a simple black one piece, nothing sexy.

"How does this old thing look?" She asked, coming out of her room. 

"I thought we were going to the nude beach?"

"We are. You can't drive over there naked, silly, and besides, if the nude beach doesn't work out, maybe we'll go over to Miller's Beach for a while, I can a least swim there."

"It looks fine," I said, referring to her bathing suit. 

"I think I need a new one. This thing looks old and it's not in the least sexy. I'm thinking it's time for a bikini," Clair said with a devilish smile. 

The thought of Clair in a bikini made my cock stir, I imagined her in the skimpiest of string bikinis. 

Clair helped me out of the house and I walked around the yard with my crutches. I was unsteady, and nervous. If it had been just my leg in a cast, I'd be jumping around on those crutches, but with both arms broke, it was imperative I didn't fall. I eventually got more confident walking around our lawn with the crutches and told Clair I was ready to give Dead Man's Lake a try. 

"Bring a chair Clair, there's no way I can sit on the ground, or on the sand, on a beach towel. There's no way I can get down that low and up again without the use of my arms. I'll need something to prop up my leg too, bring the cooler, and put some drinks in it."

Clair stuffed me in the back seat of her econo-car. I barely fit with my back against one of the back doors and my broken right leg, in it's cocoon of a cast, stretched out and angled just so that she could close the other door without crushing my foot.

It was a hot summer day and there were already a lot of cars jammed into the clearing that served as a parking lot. Clair helped me out of her car and I hobbled gingerly along the path to the beach. Clair was in tow with a lawn chair and the cooler.

As I made my way onto the beach I started to see people, naked, some alone, some in pairs, and a few groups of three or four. Most were older, thirties, forties, and a few twenty somethings. The only ones our age that I could see were down the beach, in the far right corner. They were three old classmates I knew from high school, Dirk, Jenny, and Tom. 

Clair set her beach towel down on the sand at a spot of her liking and set up the lawn chair next to it. She then pulled off her swim suit and was completely naked. She arched her back, looked up at the sky, and exhaled a satisfied sound as if she had finally arrived. She helped me into the lawn chair and put the cooler under my right foot. She then pulled off my shorts and tee shirt and I was naked, except for those damn casts.

Clair laid on her beach towel to sunbath. "Ummm...this is so nice Billy. To be free of clothes, out in the open air, and letting the sun and air wash over my body," she squirmed on her towel with excitement. "I feel so sexy, I wish you could be down her with me."

"What would we do Clair?" 

"Oh, I don't know, we'd think of something," she said as her hand slid toward her crotch.

"Clair, you know you can't touch yourself, or have sex out here? It's just a nude beach." 

"Aw...you're no fun," she said with a smile that said she knew, but was just having fun with me.

My cock stiffened looking at her naked body and at the thought of Clair touching herself. I became worried that others would see my hard-on. "Jesus! Clair, you got me all worked up here."

Clair opened her eyes. She turned her head and saw my predicament. She grabbed the second beach towel she brought along and threw it onto my lap. "What caused that?" she asked with a grin.

"Your talk of me on the towel with you while you played with your pussy, for starters, Sis. Not to mention me sitting up here gazing at your lovely nakedness."

Clair smiled contently at me. "Well, look elsewhere. Look out at the water, or look at that naked old guy to our right. That should take your mind off of me," she said, with a giggle.

I looked out at the water and imagined myself swimming. I closed my eyes and day dreamed. I dreamt I stood up, all healed, flexed my muscles, broke free of these casts, and ran into the water and swam across the lake. As I reminded myself of my injuries, I began to feel sorry for myself again. That damn deer had really fucked up my summer; it was going to be a long six weeks until those casts come off. If at least only one arm remained uninjured, and free for my use, I'd been ok with it; not happy, but I would have been able to manage to get around and feed myself. With both arms locked up, it was damn depressing needing so much assistance, I was an independent type. Seems the only thing that took my mind off my sad state was sex, or the thought of anything sexual. I sat there and thought of the past few days with my sister. I'm almost certain that if I hadn't gotten injured, Clair and I would not have done anything sexual. Something had changed in me, and I suppose Clair too. Before my accident, putting my sister and sex in the same thought was a chore at best, not something I frequently spent time on. But now, it was all I could think of. 

Clair sunbathed for about 20 minutes and then got up and announced she was going for a swim.

"You going to be OK here for a while?" She asked as she pulled the towel off my lap. My cock had deflated some, but retained a reserved heftiness, a readiness to do business.

She ran the few yards from her towel to the lake and kept running right into the water until she was deep enough to dive in. When she surfaced, she swam out to the middle of the lake and then turned herself on her back and languished there floating.

I closed my eyes and returned to my daydream. I thought of Clair's hands around my cock. Her petite, hand-model hands stroking me lightly as she looked me in the eyes. As these thoughts washed through my mind, my cock grew a little, but I retained control over it, I couldn't let it get completely hard again, now that Clair was swimming, I couldn't reach the towel to cover myself.

"Hi, Billy," a voice interrupted my day dream. I opened my eyes and Jenny was standing naked not ten feet from me. "I heard about your motorcycle accident. Wow! You really did a number on yourself."

Jenny was someone I had always wanted to date, but thought she was out of my reach. I would drool over her, but never had the nerve to ask her out. In high school, she never gave me the time of day. Besides, she was chronically unavailable, she seemed to always have a boyfriend. Now, she was not only standing there talking to me, she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. My first instinct would have been to tense up and get all nervous, like I did back in high school seeing her walk towards me in the hallways. But, something had really changed in me, I felt a calm confidence about myself and I can only attribute that to Clair. 

"Hey Jenny, good to see you," I said confidently, and with a smile that bespoke both suaveness and a hint of innuendo. I was seeing more of Jenny than I had ever thought was possible. I had imagined her naked many a time. Reality did not disappoint. "You still going out with Dirk?"

"Yeah..." She said in a resounding tone and looking in the direction of Dirk and Tom, who were acting like a couple of jerks. Dirk-the-Jerk, I referred to him behind his back. Those two idiots were chucking all kinds of crap into the lake, logs, large rocks, a garbage can, anything they could get their hands on. All the while they were hooting and hollering like a couple of lunatics. "Maybe not for long," she finally finished her sentence in the same resounding tone.

"Are you OK? It looks like you got messed up bad," she asked, looking at my casts.

"I broke both my arms and my leg, cracked a few ribs and got bruised up pretty bad. Nothing permanent, I'll heal. Six weeks the casts come off, and I'll be as good as new." 

She surveyed my body, taking in my injuries. Her eyes followed my right leg cast all the way up to my crotch, and once her gaze landed there, she stopped to take in the view of my half hard cock. I was proud of myself. The old me would probably have been mortified. I just sat there confidently smiling at Jenny as she gazed at my manhood. Half hard, my cock still looked big but not like I couldn't control myself. It broadcasted I was a player; I was enjoying the scene, but in charge of my excitement. 




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 03



"Come see me when you're healed, Billy." Jenny said, as she smiled and sashayed away. I watched as she walked down the beach toward Dirk-the-Jerk, the lobes of her ass rising and falling with the rhythm of her step. My cock signaled it's approval. 'Did that just happen?' I asked myself under my breath. Did Jenny, the same Jenny I've fantasized about back in high school, just ask me to link up with her once I've healed? For a moment, I felt smug. Then, my smugness waned as I thought better of Jenny's offer. She wanted me to wait until I was healed. What did that mean? I wasn't worthy until these casts came off? She didn't want to deal with a broken man, not even a temporarily broken man? Just how interested in me was she? Clair, was nursing me, and sucking my cock. Why did I need the likes of Jenny? I thought, as I watched Clair come out of the lake. 

"What did Jenny want?" She asked as she grabbed her towel and started drying her hair.

"Me." I said, my smugness returned.

"Yeah, right!" Clair said, sarcastically and then threw her towel on my stiffening member. 

I didn't reply to Clair, but I thought about my one word answer that evoked a stir in Clair. I don't know why I felt it important to make Clair jealous of Jenny. It just felt like the thing to do at that moment. Was I already getting too emotionally deep with Clair that I felt the need to make it known that other women desired me? I shook these thoughts off and turned my attention back to Clair. "What's next? I'm getting burnt out here and we failed to bring any sunblock." 

Let's go into town, I want to go bikini shopping. Going clothes shopping was not something I relished, even for myself, let along as a sidekick. But, I didn't want to go home yet to that god-dammed recliner, and there was not much else I could do in my current state. If I had to go clothes shopping with someone, at least bikini shopping might prove interesting, I thought.

"Sure, why not?" I said, as Clair already started getting dressed and packing us up from the beach.

On the ride into town, Clair mentioned she wanted two bikinis, one Dad would approve of and one Dad would definitely not approve of.

"Why do you care? You're nineteen, Dad is not going to tell you how to dress."

"I'm not ready to walk around almost naked in front of Dad, Billy. Sorry that's a little too much."

"So you're going to hide one of the bikinis from him?"

"Not hide, but only wear when he's not around. He doesn't go through my things. It's a female thing, Billy, you'd never understand." 

"What, that you don't want Dad ogling you?"

"I'm not worried about Dad ogling. I just don't want him to think I'm..."

"What, that you're a slut?"

"Jesus, Billy. It's not that simple."

I let it drop, I knew how she felt. Clair's recent sexual awakening not withstanding, she wanted Dad to respect her, it was important to her.

As I limped with my crutches into the woman's clothing store, I hoped they had a place I could sit near the dressing rooms, I was getting tired. My first day out of the house since coming home from the hospital was taxing. The sales woman, a good looking twenty-something, saw us come in and immediately came over to me and asked if she could get me a chair.

"Oh, yes please, thank you."

She set the chair near the dressing room and Clair helped me take a seat. The store was one of those small boutique clothing stores, and the sales woman was no doubt the proprietor. Being summer, the place was filled with swimsuits and skimpy summer dresses.

"What can I help you with today?" The sales woman asked Clair as she sized her body type and coloration up.

"I'm here for two bikinis, one not quite over the top, and one definitely over the top," Clair said, with a scrunch of her nose and a twinkle in her eye.

Sales-woman smiled knowingly and said, "Let's see...I think I have just what you're looking for." 

She went to the racks and pulled a handful of swimsuits off and handed them to Clair. Clair disappeared into the dressing room. I could see her legs under the curtain as she stripped out of her clothes.

Clair soon came out in a stunning black two piece swimsuit, with gold stitching. I wouldn't call it a bikini per se, but she looked hot in it. She twirled in front of me and said, "What-ya think?"

"Sexy, but classy," I answered. "Is that the Dad one?"

"It might be. I still a few more of this type to try on," Clair said, as she headed back into the dressing room.

Next, she came out in a blue and white two piece, again just short of what I would call a bikini. This one evoked yachting, she looked like she could be a first mate.

"I like this one too," she said, as she stood with her head turned around, looking at her butt in the mirror just outside the dressing room. 

Clair tried on a few more of those, "safe", "Dad approved", bikinis but none looked as good as those first two. Then she came out in the skimpiest of string bikinis I've ever seen on a woman, in real life, anyways. It was red and had triangles held together by strings for the top. Clair's breasts look like they were popping out of all sides, but yet, it didn't look awkward on her, like it was too small for her. The bottom piece had a front triangle that just fit over her pussy perfectly. The back was connected to the front with strings and covered most of her ass, with just a hint of ass lobe out the bottom. 

"What-ya think of this one?" Clair sounded excited and wore a sexy grin as she showed off her almost nakedness adorned with a few triangles.

"That's hot Clair. Damn, you're a sexy thing." I felt a surge withing my loins.

Next, Clair came out in a thong bikini. The top concealed more of her breasts, but the bottom piece left little to the imagination. Clair's ass was fully exposed, save for the thin piece of material going up her crack. She picked up some color a the nude beach earlier, and her ass looked like two halves of a sun blushed honeydew melon- good enough to eat. 

"You're going to love this one Billy," she said, as she offered her ass to me. The sales woman, looked over and smiled, she thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend, no doubt. I'm sure she would have been shocked to find out Clair was my sister. The surge in my loins signaled an approval as my fingers ached to touch her beautiful round lobes, cleaved by a narrow thong. 

"Which one do you like the best?" Clair asked me.

"I could go with either one Clair. Which one makes you feel the sexiest?"

"I think the red string one flatters my shape more."

And so, Clair purchased the black classy, Dad safe, two piece, and the red string bikini.

When we got home Clair announced she wanted to take a shower to wash the sweat of the day off.

"I wish I could join you, Sis. I'm sweaty and my arms and leg itch." I said, sadly looking at the casts on my arms and leg.

"I'll give you a bed bath after I shower, Billy. Here, let me get you set up in your bed for your bath before I jump in the shower."

Clair stripped my bed and then put several large beach size towels down on it. She stripped my shorts off me before she helped me into the bed and propped up my head with some pillows before disappearing down the hall to her bathroom. I was exhausted from our day out at Dead Man's Lake. Only a few days home from the hospital, my body was still bruised and sore all over, and I was weak. I heard her shower start, and that's all I remember, until I felt something warm and wet at my crotch.

I must have dozed off while Clair was showering. As I came too, Clair was naked and she was straddled on my left leg. I could feel her moist crotch on my leg as she washed my balls and cock. Her hair and skin was wet, and she smelled of fresh shower. 

"Hi, that feels good," I said groggily. "And you've got me hard already."

"You were hard when I came in after my shower.

She rinsed the washcloth several times and made sure all the soap was off my cock. "I don't like soap in my mouth," she said with a sly smile. My cock pulsed with anticipation.

"I wish you could wash under my casts Clair, it's starting to itch in there. The Doc told me it would start itching a few weeks in, and it would get worse as time went on. I think it's starting early." 

"Poor baby, I wish I could help you with that, but I can only take care of your exposed skin," she said with a sad pout, as she continued to massage my cock with the wet washcloth. 

When satisfied with the cleanliness of my crotch, she moved up to wash my abdomen, pecs, and armpits. She then washed my neck and face. It felt good to get the days sweat and grime off. When she finished with my head, she moved down to wash my left foot. 

Clair washed my left leg and then back to my groin where she had started. When she finished, she grabbed a towel and dried me, starting with my head and ending with my groin. My cock surged as she massaged it with the towel. After she dried me, she got up from the bed. She stood at the foot of my bed and used the towel to dry her hair. She then proceeded to comb her hair out. I took great pleasure watching her administer to her hair, her everyday routine, but this time, naked in front of me. It gave me a warm feeling down to my bones knowing she was comfortable enough to do anything and everything naked and unshielded in front of me. 

"What are you looking at?" she wondered as I stared with a smile on my face while she combed her hair.

"You. You're so beautiful Clair. I'm overwhelmed."

"You're silly," she said, blushing, and not knowing how to take that compliment.

She left my room to put away the wash and rinse basins, and the towels. The warm glow withing me sustained me until she returned.

Clair reentered my room and came to the foot of my bed. She bent down and started kissing my left foot gently and softly. She slowly kissed her way up my shin until she climbed on my bed and straddled my left foot. She ground her pussy lips onto the top of my foot, and stared lustfully into my eyes. She leaned over and continued kissing her way up my leg. As she inched her way north, she slid her pussy lips and ground her clit along my leg; she paused only long enough to kiss new territory, and then inch closer to the pole she intended to conquer. 

When she arrived, she breathed heavily on my balls and then began to lick them. She took her left hand and started gently stroking my hardness.

"Ohhh...Clair...aahaaa...your hands...I love the feeling of your hands on my cock,"

All she could do was moan a knowing moan as she devoured my balls. After a few precious moments, she stopped licking my balls and straddled my left knee and ground her clit there while she stroked my cock slowly and seductively with both hands. She stared at me lustfully all the while she kneaded my cock with her hands. 

"You like the way my hands feel on you. Don't you, Billy?"

"I love it, Clair. It's to die for."

"Better than my mouth?"

"Not better. Your mouth was wonderful this morning. I love everything about you Clair. I just happen to love the way your hands work their magic. Do I have to have a favorite?"

Clair just smiled and leaned over and started blowing air lightly from her mouth onto my balls still wet with her saliva. She blew lightly and kissed the valley of skin between my balls and my cock. She slowly made her way up the underside of my cock kissing and blowing air on the wet skin as she went up. When she reached the tip, she licked it as it danced in the air looking for a place to land. She teased the tip for a long minute or two. She licked the tip of my cock lightly with only the tip of her tongue, darting and teasing it while my member ached for her full mouth. Then, she took my member into her mouth and swallowed all the way down the shaft in one gulp.

"Ohhh...Jesus...Clair...Damn...that feels so fucking good," I hissed.

She sucked my cock in slow motion, she was in no hurry.

After a moment or two she left my cock and started kissing her way up my abdomen to my pecs and neck. When she reached my mouth we lock lips for what seemed like forever. Our tongues danced as our mouths got to know one another at yet a whole new level. The sisterly-romantic-sexual-bliss I experienced with that kiss was beyond anything I could have imagined. My mind was in uncharted territory. My brain grew new pathways, new synapses with each passing second of that kiss. 

Clair broke our kiss and climbed up over my head and lowered her pussy to my waiting eager mouth. I inhaled her musk deeply as my tongue made contact. I dove deep into her folds as she ground down on my mouth. I searched for new territory within her heaven sent vagina. When I surfaced, she moved her clit to my mouth and ground it in a circular motion as she moaned and moaned. I wanted so much to move my fingers to her pussy as I sucked her clit, I wanted to explore her insides, but I couldn't move them in my casts. I lapped and lapped at her cunt until she began to quake and quiver. She shuttered and let out an orgasmic cry as her breath drew short and her body weakened.

She moved off my face and down my body until she lay on my chest and resumed kissing me. She licked her love juice off my face as she moved her crotch to mine. She gingerly moved her pussy lips so they were straddling the underside of my hard cock pressed between my belly and her snatch. She started softly grinding her cunt on my cock, slowly sliding her lips up and down the length of it. 

She looked me deep in the eye, and with the most sincere, sympathetic look one human could give another she said, "Should we?" 

I couldn't have stopped us for anything. There was no going back at that point, the deed was all but done. To stop then would have been guilty without the crime. To stop at that moment, would have been the crime.

"We have to," was all I said.

And with that, she inched her pussy lips up to the head of my cock. Her petals engulfed my head and she rocked on it while looking lustfully into my eyes. She was wet with desire. She reached between her legs to guide me in, and then, our lives changed, irreversibly forever, as she slid down my shaft. 

Clair and I lay connected, but still, for a long moment, and then she ground her clit into my pelvic bone and rocked gently back and forth.

"Oh Billy...," she breathed.

She moved up my shaft slowly, all the while her eyes never left mine. At the top, she hesitated, enjoying the moment, then she slid down to her hilt and ground it against my pelvic bone again. 

Her will weakened as tremors shook her frame, and her orgasm approached. 

"Don't cum inside me Billy," Clair could barely utter, her breath short, and husky. "Rhythm..." her voice trailed as she shuttered again. I knew she wasn't on the pill, and I was bare as the day I was born.

She rose again to my apex and down, and up, and then she shuttered. Her head went back, eyes closed, she moaned the song of ages.

After she was quenched, she pulled off me and moved her head to the center of my universe. She tongued her juices off my cock and then took me deep. 

"Oh Clair...," I breathed.

I filled her, and she swallowed my seed.

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That was all I could write. That was the story of how Clair and I started having sex ten years ago. I was emotionally high. I was happy Jan asked me to write my story. It gave me a feeling of immense satisfaction, not only finishing what I thought I couldn't even start, but replaying in my mind the events that led up to that day that Clair and I went all the way.

I hit save on the file and attached it to an email and sent it to Jan. The next day, I have an appointment with her. I hoped I allowed enough time for her to read it. I was sure she'd enjoy this chapter.

To be continued...



An Unethical Proposal Ch. 04



Authors note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It's a story within a story. This chapter would be hard read on its own. You'll will have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapters 1, 2 and 3.

I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks! 

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My cell rang at 1:00AM. Jolted from sleep, I looked at my phone, it was Clair. I picked up. "What's up Clair?" I could barely utter in my sleepy stupor.

"Billy, It's John... he's left me," Clair bawled.

"What?...Why?...When?" I asked, astonished, yet confused, still not awake enough to process thought efficiently.

"He just left. We've been fighting all night."

"He'll be back," I tried to console her, and wanting to make short the conversation so I could go back to sleep.

"No. No, Billy, it's over. He found out about us, you and me, Billy. He knows."

Suddenly, fully awake, I was stunned. Clair and I hid our incestuous relationship so well, for all these years. No one had a clue, or at least we thought. 

"What happened? How did he find out?" 

"Billy, it's all my fault. I was talking in my sleep. I was dreaming of you. We were making love. I dreamt you were eating my pussy, and I was apparently saying your name while masturbating in my sleep. I was so loud, I woke John during the dream. He watched me, and listened until I was done. He then woke me and asked me about what he'd witnessed. I tried to blow it off as just a silly dream of someone else named Billy. He didn't believe me, Billy. He said he knew there was something fishy between us."

"Clair, I don't know what to say... I'm in shock...I..."

"I had to confess, Billy, he had me cornered. It's over, Billy. We argued and fought for hours. He want's out. He said he knew something was wrong with me, he said I couldn't really commit to him. He wants the house, and our savings and investments. He says he won't drag this through the courts, or say anything to our family or friends, if I just sign the divorce papers and walk away. I don't know what to do, Billy."

"I'll be right over, Clair. Sit tight." I hung up and got dressed. My mind was abuzz. I was feeling bad for Clair and what she was going through. I was feeling embarrassed for the both of us, we weren't supposed to get caught. I was mad at John for leaving her and hurting her. But, most of all, I was feeling relieved that John was finally out of her life. What did this mean for us? I couldn't help thinking about us.

As I drove to Clair's house, my mind played over and over again what would happen if John came back while I was there. What would he say? Or do? 

When I walked in the door, Clair was balling her eyes out on her couch. She got up and ran to me. We embraced in a strong hug, our bodies rocking side to side as she continued to sob. After she calmed a bit, she looked up into my eyes, and I dried her tears and told her everything was going to be OK. My face moved to her's and our lips met for the first time in many weeks. We kissed a long passionate, soft kiss. She continued to sob as we kissed and her salty tears mingled with our wet lips.

"We need to get you out of this house now," I said. "John may be out getting drunk, and he may come back and harm you."

"I don't think so, Billy. When he left, he was emphatic that it was over. In fact, he told me he was seeing someone else, someone from his office. He told me I drove him to it, since I was so distant."

"Well, then you have grounds too, Clair. It's not all on his terms," I said, feeling angry that John cheated on her.

"Billy, he had an affair; you and I have been having an incestuous relationship for ten years. I don't think the courts will see it as tit for tat. Never mind, what our friends and family will say. Not to mention our careers... if this gets out..."

A sinking feeling came over me as Clair talked. Clair was screwed. We were screwed.

"Well, then walk away, Clair. Give him everything he wants. Come live with me. I'll take care of you. If he is true to his word, we'll pretend to the world that your marriage just didn't work out. No one's business why, no one will be the wiser. You'll still have your job, your career, and I've got mine, we can make a new start."

"What, as husband and wife, Billy? How will that work?"

"No, you'd just be living with me while you got your life together. No one will question that. We'll figure out something long term."

"I don't know what to do, Billy."

"Come, let's pack your things. You're coming to my house for now. I have a spare bedroom. We'll figure it out another day."

We quickly packed her car and mine with just her immediate needs; her personal belongings, clothes, shoes, makeup, her computer and stuff she'd need for work. We'd come back another day and get the rest. When we arrived, exhausted, we left most of her stuff still packed in the cars, except what she'd need for her job the next morning. I showed Clair to the spare bedroom. She walked in, put down her suitcase, turned and without a word, closed the door leaving me standing in the hall. Any thoughts of making love to Clair that night left me at that moment. I knew she needed time, this was rough for her.

It was nearly 4:00AM. I went to my room, stripped off my clothes and got into bed. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned as I wracked my brain on what to do next. I thought about the two of us running away, to a new place, and a new start. We'd both change our names and get married. We could finally live as husband and wife, and out in the open, no more sneaking around. But there were consequences with that plan. Our father was still alive, and it would crush him if we suddenly disappeared. Not to mention our aunts, uncles, cousins, etc... We had a big extended family and we're all pretty close. It's a wonder no one found out about my sister and I, not even a whisper, until John. He better keep his end of the bargain. 

I looked at the clock, and it was 5:00AM. I had been lying in bed, unable to sleep, for over an hour, and it was still dark out. I was just about to get up and go for a predawn jog, when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"Billy, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course, Clair."

Clair hadn't put the hall light on so I couldn't see where she was until I felt her she slip between the sheets. She cuddled up to me and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and rested my hand on her hip. She was naked, and whimpering softly on my chest. 

"Everything is going to be okay Clair, you'll see," is all I could say, trying to console her. She soon started playing with the hairs of my chest; softly twirling my hairs with her fingers. She then started planting soft kisses on my chest. She traced a line with her fingers down my belly to my cock and wrapped her hands around it and started slowly stroking it. My cock immediately responded.

"Oh Clair, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on me...ohhh...that feels sooo good," I moaned.

I let Clair set the pace, and simply massaged the top of her ass softly as she stroked my hard member.

She stroked it as only Clair can. She has the magic touch and knows all my pleasure points. She cupped the head of my penis with her palm and spun her hand around my cock ridge as if she were opening a jar lid. She slid her palm down the length of the underside of my shaft and grabbed my balls and squeezed with just the right amount of pressure. She lifted my ball sack up and pulled, just the way I like it.

Clair got up on her knees and straddled my left leg, as she always had. My right leg had healed ten years ago, but Clair always uses my left leg, old habits die hard. She ground her pussy lips into my thigh in a gyrating motion. She moved lower to my knee, trailing moisture as she slid to my knee cap. I raised my left leg a little so she would have a perch to prop her pussy on. She ground her clit into my knee cap and humped my knee. Then moved her entire vagina opening over my knee cap and moved in a circular motion as if trying to suck my knee into her pussy. Slowly sliding further down my shin, her pussy left a trail of juice. When she finally rested her pussy on my ankle, she lowered her head to my crotch and sucked me into her mouth.

"Ohhh...haaa...Clair...Oh, how I've missed you...," I exhaled deeply.

She swirled her tongue around my shaft cap, then swallowed my cock whole in one fell swoop. She deep-throated me before coming up for air, then down the length of my shaft again, taking me deeper.

She played my flute like the master flautist she is, attention to the finest details. Clair's tongue danced a sibling flamenco on my shaft only our DNA could decode. As we were in the womb, we were rejoined again as one. My cock and her mouth again trading synapses. My skin tingled with joy. 

Clair continued to grind her twat on my leg as her mouth played its repertoire. Her breath was getting heavier and my leg wetter by the second, I knew she was getting close to making her move. Then, as if on cue, as if an invisible conductor had waved his wand, she stopped sucking my cock, and slithered up my leg. Perched above my cock, she nestled its head into her warm leaves, then with a deft move, she impaled herself onto my shaft. Clair knew right where to go; she ground her clit deep into my pelvic bone as she brought my cock home. She moved back up my shaft, tickling her G-spot with my cockhead along the way. She played with my head at her opening, then down again she dove, her clit slamming into my pelvis. 

Clair was a master fucker when she rode me, our first, and her favorite position. While I love talking charge and driving the fuck in other positions, this position I let Clair control everything, it's her turn to drive. I simply lay back and enjoy the ride. And that night, she was particularly reckless. Drunk on lust from our hiatus, and her frustrations and anger with John, it was as if she was having makeup sex. She fucked me hard, fast, and furious. As she neared completion, her familiar moans let me know. We always timed our orgasms, getting cues from each others sounds and movements. That night, I only had sound to go on, her movements too erratic for me to pick up the usual cues. I was ready, waiting to explode along with her. She moaned louder and louder, and then, she surprised me with a quick and forceful primal scream as she exploded into orgasm with one big slam of her clit into my pelvic bone. I errupted a second after her, and deposited my seed deep into her womb. Normally we'd be careful to exercise some sort of birth control, but that night, we were careless. Our lust had removed all caution from our thoughts. 

Clair lay quivering and quaking on my chest in her post orgasmic state for what seemed like a blissful eternity. She moved her mouth to mine and we kissed softly yet deeply. Exhausted, we both fell asleep. When I awoke, the sun was up and Clair was still was still on top of me, her head nestled into my chest. My cock had slipped out of her sometime during the sleep. I needed to take a wicked piss, so I gently moved Clair off me. She uttered a sleepy moan as I covered her up with the sheet. I took a piss, a shower, and shaved, and then dressed for work. I wet a washcloth with cool water and brought it into my bedroom and gently washed Clair's face. She awoke and smiled. As I dried her face, she said, "You're too good to me, Billy."

"I love you Clair," was all I said. She smiled a knowing smile and then closed her eyes and rolled over as if to continue her sleep.

"I need to go to work, Clair. Are you going into your office today?"

"Yeah, I better get moving," she replied, her eyes still closed. 

"Why don't you take the day off, you need a mental health day," I advised.

"I'm not wasting a vacation day on that asshole John."

I smiled. "What time will you be home tonight, Clair?" 

"Six-ish" 

I left for work. I'd be leaving my office early that day, I had an appointment with Jan at 3:00PM, my last appointment with her, I was sure of it. I thought about calling and canceling over the phone, but I had grown fond of Jan, and I didn't want to end our therapy sessions like that, I owed her a face to face.

~~~~~~

When Jan entered her waiting room to retrieve me, she looked flushed again, as someone who had just had an orgasm. Her blouse was unbuttoned one lower from the top than last week. I could see the top of her lacy bra and plenty of cleavage. Her skirt was also shorter than last week's visit. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was trying to seduce me. I smiled at the thought. As I entered Jan's office I saw the last chapter of my story on her desk. She had printed it out again for her files, or perhaps her enjoyment. I had forgotten about the story already, my mind was filled with thoughts of a new beginning for Clair and I.

"I've read your latest chapter, William. So, now that you and Clair have gone all the way, now that you've had intercourse..."

"I need to stop you right there Miss Martin..."

"William, I thought we had settled that. You can call me Jan, I'm fine with that."

"Jan, I need to tell you something, immediately."

"What is it, William?"

"Clair and her husband have broken up, for good. She has moved in with me. We are back to having sex and I don't want it any other way. I don't feel the need to continue with this therapy. And, please, Jan, you may call me Billy, I've never liked William." 

"I see. Well, under the circumstances, Billy, I'll have to excuse myself as your therapist."

"I'm the one ending the therapy, Jan."

"I know, Billy, it's a formality. Even if you wanted to continue, I can no longer be your therapist. I need to document what was said, and that I'm formally extracting myself from this doctor patient relationship."

"Okay...," I said, shrugging my shoulders, a little confused, but not really caring how it was done. 

"Billy, I need to ask a favor of you."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Come have a drink with me. Off these premises, away from my official environment. I want to discuss an alternative with you."

"An alternative what? I'm not interested in any other forms of therapy, Jan. Clair and I intend to remain together, somehow, someway. I haven't figured out just how we'll pull it off, but we're done pretending we can be apart."

"Please, Billy, come have a drink with me. I want to discuss something with you that I can't do here."

"Ok...I guess I owe you that," I said, a little confused about what she might possibly want to talk about over a drink. 

"Good, can we go for that drink now? I don't have any other patients today, and we still have forty minutes left on our time. I won't bill you for today."

"Yes, I'm free until six, when Clair gets home from work, and I could use a drink right about now anyway."

"Good. There's a pub on water street, the Waterview, do you know it? It's just five minutes from here. It'll be quiet this time of day."

"Yes, I'm familiar with it."

"Good, I'll meet you there," Jan said, as she arose from her desk and grabbed her pocketbook. She opened the door to her office and held it for me. As I passed by, she smiled at me. A different smile than ever before. This was a warm, slightly sexy smile, not business like."

I followed her car to the pub. As we walked thru the door, the barmaid said, "Hi Jan, what brings you here this time of day?" Apparently, this was one of Jan's hangouts, or maybe this woman was a patient of Jan's. 

"I need a quiet place, Martha, is the backroom available?"

"Yes, of course. There's no one in there now. What'll you have, I'll bring your drinks to you."

"Cosmo please...make it a double," Jan stated. "A beer for me," I replied.

Jan led the way through the pub's front room and around a corner and through a doorway into the backroom. It was dark in there at first, but as we entered, the lights came on. Martha must have hit the switch. Soft music started playing at low volume. There was a row of high backed wooden booths along the far wall and a scattering of separate tables within the rest of the room.

Jan kept walking to the farthest corner of the room, and selected a booth. I was curious as to why she wanted to recede so deeply into room, but I tagged along without comment. We sat for a brief moment just looking into each others eyes. 

"Billy, I need to ask you a favor. This meeting never happened. Anything said during this meeting was never discussed. I'm already crossing the line meeting with you here. I risk losing my license to practice if the board finds out. So, before we go any further, do we have an understanding?"

"Yes, of course. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your career, Jan," I said, still confused by all the secrecy. But, I was certainly getting intrigued by all the intrigue. A beautiful woman sitting across from me, her blouse unbuttoned to her bra, her cleavage seducing my stare, and her asking that our meeting be kept a secret, what wasn't there to love about that. 

Martha entered the room, and brought us our drinks. Jan, took her cosmo and gulped half of it at once. 

After Martha left the room, Jan took a deep breath, then she just blurted out, "Billy, I can sympathize with your situation. My brother and I are in a very similar situation to you and Clair's."

My jaw dropped open. I was floored. I took a deep swig from my beer. 

There was another pause in the conversation as her revelation hung in the air for a few long seconds. 

"I have not told anyone about this, Billy, you are the first. No one, but my brother and I know about this, or the circumstances that led up to it. So, I'm really reaching into my soul here to tell you this."

"Why me? What did I do to deserve this honor?"

"That should become clear soon. I'd like to share how it happened, first. The incest started when we were young, but not due to an injury, like your situation. My brother is a year and half younger than me. My mother died giving birth to him."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said, belated condolences, but not knowing what else to offer.

"Thank you, but that was a long time ago. I was only one and half years old, and don't remember my mother. Our father tried to raise us on his own. He did the best he could. He drank, a lot, mostly to drown out his sorrow. My mother was the love of his life, and he never dated after she was gone. As my brother and I got a little older, my father would find excuses to beat us, usually after he'd had a few too many. Any little thing, or sometimes nothing at all, would set him off. He didn't spare me, but my brother, as you can imagine, got the worst of it. My brother, Steve, and I bonded over the situation. Either, he or I would seek each other out after the beatings, and just hold one another, and cry. It became routine for one of us to slip into the others bed and console each other. We'd sleep together as our father snored in his drunken state in the other room."

I could see where her story was going, but I just listened intently, without comment.

"Sometime after puberty, my brother would get a hard-on while hugging me in bed. He soon began rubbing himself on my leg. Well, I'll spare you the details, but one thing led to the other, and like you and Clair, we've never stopped."

Jan took a second swig from her drink, and downed the rest of it. I was both shocked, and at the same time, comforted by what she just confided in me. 

"Like you and Clair, we tried many times to stop. We dated others, and still do from time to time, but always came back to each other. Just as I've read in your story, Billy, there is just an unbreakable bond, an attraction, a connection, a sexual need- if you will, between my brother and me that no one else can satisfy. It's been excruciatingly painful to keep this secret from the rest of our family. Our father finally drank himself to death a few years ago, but we have an extend network of cousins and aunts and uncles, who were all indispensable to us as our surrogate family as we were growing up. I'm sure you have the same situation with Clair and yourself, Billy. Steve and I have never been found out by our friends or family, no one knows, and we need to keep it that way."




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 04



"Yes, I can certainly sympathize. Clair and I work very hard at keeping our secret, it's exhausting."

"So, Billy. What I wanted to talk to you about, is... I have a proposal that could help us both out. Now, the moon and all the stars will need to line up for this to work, but I believe it's worth a shot. Anything worth having, is worth the effort. And, I think we both want the same thing, to continue loving our sibling, regardless of what society says is right or wrong."

Jan took a deep breath and tipped her empty drink glass back to get the last drop of alcohol.

"I'll just come out with it. Billy, I'm proposing that you and I, and my brother Steve and Clair, for all outward appearances, couple up. To the rest of the world, it would look like you and I are a couple, and Clair and Steve are a couple. Behind the scenes, in the privacy of our own homes, Steve and I, and you and Clair would be free to love one another."

Again, my jaw dropped. I was flabbergasted. I downed the rest of my beer in one big swig.

"Ah...I...," I stammered, not knowing how to answer her.

"I know, Billy. You must be stunned. I've been thinking about this for some time now. Actually way before meeting you, I had the thought, if Steve and I could only meet another brother and sister couple in our same circumstances, how we could join forces to make it appear we were with others, while maintaining our special relationship with each other. As I got to know you and your story, I felt you might be the one. But, this is all new to you, so this must be a shock to you?"

"Ah, yeah...a little bit. I can't say the idea isn't intriguing though."

"This is totally unethical, what I'm proposing, Billy. That's why I need you to be discreet, regardless of your and Clair's decision. Take a moment, Billy. Think about what this will mean for you and Clair. You'll be able to continue your relationship, while your family and friends all think you are with me, and Clair with Steve. Of course, this all hinges on Clair and Steve getting along and agreeing to this. It's a long shot, Billy, but I believe it's worth exploring." 

I had my hands on the table, wrapped around my empty beer glass. Jan moved her hands to mine and took my fingers in her hands and looked into my eyes. She smiled a warmly and tilted her head up and arched her eyes, as to motion, 'what say you?'

"If you had any thought that Clair and I might be the couple you were long looking for, why were you so hard on me during our therapy sessions. You made me feel quite guilty."

"Billy, it's my job, as a professional psychologist, to probe your psyche. Incest is a serious matter, there's an established protocol I needed to follow. Besides, I didn't know we'd wind up having this conversation. If you were serious about separating sexually from Clair, I would have treated you professionally, and we would not be meeting here and talking about this now. And, to be quite frank, I'm only human, there was probably some resistance I was fighting within my own mind, knowing how wrong and unethical this is."

"I'm still a little confused on how we would related to one another. I get that what you're proposing is a facade to the rest of the world while Clair and I love each other in secret. But, I'm a little fuzzy on the rest of it. Are you and I to live together as significant others, as, let us say, husband and wife? And, then sneak around to each others sibling?"

"I think we would have to arrange it that way," Jan said, squeezing my fingers.

"So...would we be sexually intimate? Or platonic?"

"I think that if we had separate bedrooms, it would raise suspicions when our respective families came to visit. So, I'm proposing we'd be fully intimate; so yes, sexual with each other as well as our siblings. Unless, of course you find me repulsive."

Clair and I have always had other sexual partners in our lives, and with John, she had a husband, so the idea of multiple sex partners was fine with me; except, last night, I felt such a deep connection to Clair while we made love, that the thought of having sex with another felt almost like cheating on her. I was on unsure grounds now that Clair was free of John. What did this new beginning mean for Clair and I, and monogamy? 

"I certainly don't find you repulsive, Jan. In fact you must know I've had a little crush on you?"

"I thought you might, but it's typical for there to be some transference. We're trained to guard against it, so... anyway, I'd love to explore this option, Billy, if you're up for it."

As Jan finished her sentence, I felt her stocking foot land in my lap under the table. She slid her foot to my crotch and used her toes to massage my cock. She smiled and squeezed my hand. My cock started to grow as she continued to rub it with her toes. She was trying to use my lust against me it seemed, and it was working. My mind swirled as my lust grew. Was this really happening? Or was I dreaming? I had dreamt often of Jan sucking my cock while I recounted the story of Clair and I to her. As my excitement grew, I became weak with lust. My mind darted between thoughts of Clair and I, alone, against the world, and my sister and I together, with Jan and her brother. I never was good at resisting the sexual advances of pretty women. 

I leaned back against the backrest of the booth and slid forward on the bench and opened my legs to allow her foot easier access. I squeezed her hands, a sign that she must have taken as a go, because the next thing she did both shocked and delighted me. Jan slipped under the table. I felt her hands on my pants button. She unbuttoned me and unzipped my zipper. She reached into my fly and grabbed my hardening cock and caressed it. She moved her hands to the waist of my pants and tugged. I raised my ass off the bench to make it easier for her. She pulled my pants down to around my ankles, and moved her head to my crotch and sucked my cock into her mouth. 

"Oh...Jan...you're making it hard for me..."

"I know...," she mumbled from under the table, with a mouthful of my cock.

"to make a decision..."

Every now and again, she'd bump her head lightly against the underside of the table as she expertly sucked me. She wasn't as good as Clair, but, then again no woman ever was, or will be, I suppose. But, Jan was one of the best I've had. I sat back further in the seat and titled my head back. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensations she was giving me, and dreaming of a lifetime of both Jan and Clair sucking my cock.

"Everything OK back here? Are you ready for another round?" I heard a voice next to me.

I opened my eyes and saw the barmaid, Martha, standing next to our booth. She suddenly realized what the situation was and opened her mouth and eyes wide in surprise.

Jan stopped sucking me long enough to poke her head out from under the table.

"Bring us another round if you will, Martha," Jan said with a devilish smile.

"Sure thing," Martha said to Jan, with a big you-go-girl grin. Except for Martha's surprised look and the knowing grin, it seemed almost a matter of fact exchange between the two. The thought crossed my mind that Jan may have used this backroom before for fellatio, and with Martha as an accomplice. 

Once Martha walked away, Jan giggled from under the table as if it was fun for her to get caught. Then she went right back to sucking my cock. I have to admit, getting caught with my pants down and being blown under the table was a sexual charge for me, and I was about to explode. I willed myself to hold out longer though, I didn't want Jan to think I was a quick shooter. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'm going to cum any second now...," I announced to Jan so she could make plans to get out of the way of my sperm, if that's what she wanted to do. Jan stayed the course, and sucked even harder. She grabbed my balls and massaged them. She went down deep on me, taking the head of my cock way back into her throat. I blew my load deep into her tonsils and she swallowed it all. As I sat there basking, Jan arose from under the table licking her lips. She straightened her clothes and sat back down across from me grinning. 

"So...anymore thoughts on my proposal?" She said, smiling.

"Does it come with a lifetime of those?" I asked, referring to the blow-job.

"As much as you can handle. Of course, you'd need to save some of yourself for Clair."

"Darling, you're full of surprises today." I grinned. "I suppose I should do some research myself. I need to taste what I'm getting myself into," I said, as I, in turn, slipped under the table. Jan, ever the astute one, hiked up her skirt, and removed her pantyhose and panties. She moved to the edge of the seat, and spread her legs as much as she could while keeping her legs under the table.

I moved in between her legs and nuzzled my noise up to her twat. I inhaled deeply, her scent filled my olfactory system. She was already wet, and her pussy smelled sweet, yet with just enough musk to enhance my appetite. I dove my tongue into her moist folds and licked. She tasted better than she smelled. I had to remind myself not to compare her to Clair, no woman would ever compare to my sister's scent and taste, but Jan had her own sweet properties to be admired. 

I licked and licked her sweet gash. I moved up to her clit and teased it out of her clit hood. I took it lightly between my teeth and played with it. I swirled my tongue around her little nub while I reached up and stuck a finger in her vagina.

"Oh...that's so good, Billy...yeah...eat me...eat my pussy...yeah...that's it...right there...," Jan moaned.

I located her G-spot and moved my finger in the G-spot massage motion while I continued to administer her clit with my tongue. After a while with this move, I stuck two, then three fingers into her snatch and fucked her with my hand. 

"Here are your drinks. Whahoo...nice, Jan...lucky girl. He's a keeper, ah?" A voice above the table made its way to my ears. 

"I hope so," Jan could barely utter between her panting, as her passion rendering her voice almost mute. 

I didn't bother to even stop, flinch or change course knowing Martha was standing there. I just kept on eating Jan for all I was worth. 

As I heard Martha walk away, I took may hand from her snatch and moved my wet middle finger down her perineum toward her rosebud. I rimmed her with the tip of my finger and she let out a deep moan. I figured she'd like that. With that new knowledge, I re-wet my finger and slid it into her ass. 

"Ohh...Billy...damn...you nasty boy...momma is going to have to spank you," she hissed.

I played with her asshole while I continued to lavish her clit with my tongue. Her panting and moans told me I was taking her near her orgasm. She grabbed my head and pulled me tightly to her clit. I hunkered my tongue down hard on her love button and made circular pushing movements with it. She shuddered and shook and moaned and squealed her way to a big orgasm. Her pussy juiced my face up big time as she came, not quite a squirt, but a big release of fluids. I sucked and licked up all her juice as she continued to shudder and quiver in my mouth.

I arose out from under the table, my lips covered in her love juice. She motioned me over to her. I lowered my face to hers and she licked her cunt juice off my face and then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. 

I pulled away and smiled, then sat down on the other side of the booth facing her.

"Well, what to you think?" She said with her pinky finger tip clutched in her teeth, not sure of what my reaction would be.

"That's some delicious pussy you have there ma'am," I said, with a big pussy eating grin.

She relaxed and smiled. She leaned across the table and took my hands in hers again. We just stared deeply into each others eyes for a while. I knew she was looking for an answer to her proposal. I was slightly conflicted. The other day I would have jumped on it the idea, but last night, I felt such a deep commitment to Clair, I couldn't decide if this would compromise any of that. I did know that it would be hard for Clair and I to be together without some sort of subterfuge, and sneaking around the rest of our lives, making excuses as to why we weren't in a relationship, would be even harder.

"I think we should introduce Clair to your brother," I finally said.

Jan smiled and her face warmed. "Does Friday night work for the two of you?" She asked.

"I have no plans. I'll check with Clair and call you."

"Oh...and one more thing, just to get all the cards on the table, I'm a bisexual," Jan dropped on me as we were leaving the pub. "I don't know if that makes a difference or not to the equation, but I'd rather have you and Clair know up front."

"I'm fine with it, and Clair might even be interest in that fact. I think she has shown an interest in having sex with women, but that was a long time ago, I don't know her current desires on that. Do you have a girlfriend now?" I asked, trying to get the lay of the land, so to speak.

"Nothing steady. I have what you would call a couple of girlfriends-with-benefits, if you know what I mean?"

"You are full of surprises today, Jan," I replied.

"How about you? Any interest in the other team?" She asked me with a smirk.

"No, not really. Steve?"

"Na, he's happy with pussy, the more the merrier. He's been the recipient of my bisexuality though, he's joined in on occasion, for a threesome with one of my girlfriends."

"I'd look forward to that as well," I said, with a sly smile.

"Good. Glad you're as deviant as I hoped you were," She laughed.

When I got home, Clair was already there waiting for me. She was busy unpacking her car and setting up her bedroom. When I came into her room to see how she was doing, she came to me and gave me a big kiss. She sniffed my face.

"I smell pussy. Who have you been eating?" She asked, not really mad, but curious.

"Jan, my psychologist."

"Your psychologist? You've been having an affair with your shrink?" she asked incredulously.

"No, not having. Hope to though. Come have a drink with me and I'll tell you all about it."

Clair followed me out into the living room. She sat down on the couch, and I went to make us some drinks. I mixed a couple of gin and tonics and brought them to the living room. 

"Today was the first, and only day, I've had any sexual contact with her, just to set the record straight. I had an appointment with her at 3:00PM. I was planning it to be my last appointment with her. I told her about you and John splitting up, and that you and I are back together, having sex, and that we both wanted it that way. I told her I wasn't going to need her anymore as a therapist..."

I recanted the afternoon's events at the Waterview pub, including the barmaid and her voyeuristic intrusions into our backroom fun.

"... she also told me to mention to you that she is a bisexual."

Clair stared off into space, she didn't say a word the entire time I spoke. 

"Well...what do think, Clair?"

"I don't know what to say Billy, it's all happening so fast. Yesterday I was married, not happily, but married. Today I'm living with you and we're back to having sex. And now, you tell me about some wild scheme to hook up with another brother and sister couple, to have what? A foursome?"

"Well, I guess it would be a foursome, Clair. I haven't really thought of it in that context. Look, this is all new to me too. Just this afternoon, I found out about Jan and her brother, and her proposal. Look, it sounds crazy, I know. It did to me at first. But, think about it. If we want to be together in the way we have been for ten years, and especially the way we were last night, it's going to be next to impossible to fool everyone in our lives forever. Sooner or later someone, other than John, is going to find out. And, how will that be for us? Short of running away and assuming new identities, we're sitting ducks. Jan's plan at least is plausible. Sure, we could still get found out, but as long as all outward appearances are that I'm with Jan, and you are with her brother, then at least there is plausibility."

"I don't even know her brother, Billy. What if I don't like him?"

"I know, Clair. It's a long shot. But, isn't it worth taking?" I sounded like Jan trying to convince her.

"The worst that could happen is, after meeting Steve, we say no. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"Then what, Billy. What do we do then?" She stared to cry.

I gathered her up and hugged her. 

"If this doesn't work, I'll think of something, Clair. I'm not putting all my eggs in one basket, yet. This just presented itself to us and I think it's worth exploring. Look, sometimes, when life throws you a lifeline, at the precise moment you need one, you should take it."

Clair sobbed on my chest as I held her. She was an emotional wreck, as I could understand, just breaking up with her husband, especially the way it happened, had to mess her up. The timing could not have been more wrong, and at the same time, more right. 

"Ok, I'll meet them." She said, her head hung low. I lifted her face to mine and kissed her gently. The kiss grew to a more passionate kiss, and then she started licking my face around my mouth. I pulled away and gave her a quizzical look. 

"I want to taste her pussy," she said, with the ever so faintest smile. 

"Have you ever had sex with another woman, Clair? Have you ever eaten pussy before?"

"Do you remember Margaret?" she asked.

"You and Margaret?" I exclaimed. "When?"

"Back then."

"When I was laid up from my motorcycle accident?"

She just shook her hear in a yes movement.

"Clair! Why didn't you tell me? How could you have kept that from me all these years? I would have loved to have been a part of that, Clair. Maybe just watched the two of you, or something..."

"Billy, don't be mad. It was only a few times. I was just opening up sexually back then, and you were being so nice teaching me all about cock and everything. You know...well... Margaret was also helping me open up sexually. But, I didn't tell you because you were injured, and taking such pride in teaching me. I wanted you to think you were my only teacher." 

"Yeah, I remember she showed you her dildo and she said you should get one. I didn't know the two of you were eating each other pussies! Besides, I'm not mad, Clair. We've each had other lovers at the same time we had each other, ever since the beginning of this thing. It's not that I'm jealous, I just wish you had included me," I said with a smile. 

"Margaret had a boyfriend at the time, and she just wanted to experiment a few times. She wasn't into it that much." 

"And you? How much were you into it, Clair?" I asked, while tickling her side.

"I think about it often, Billy. I miss it. It's been ten years. I'd like to try making love to another woman again."

"You might get a chance soon, Clair," is all I said as I scooped her up and took her to my bed. I stripped her clothes off with my teeth and made mad passionate love to her. We both came three times that night.

The next day I texted Jan. "It's a go for Friday. Tell me were and when."

Jan, too excited to text, called me. "Wonderful, Billy. I can hardly wait. Meet us at Johnson's Grill at 7:00PM. I'll make the reservations. Billy, I'm so happy you and Clair are at least open to meeting Steve, and considering this. I know it might not work out, and I'm trying not to get too excited, but..."

"I can read Clair. If she is pulling back, or if she's uncomfortable, I'll know. I'll look at you and nod yes or no at some point in the evening. You'll know when I give the sign whether things are going in the right direction. See you on Friday, Jan."

When Clair and I walked into Johnson's Grill Friday at around 7:00PM, Jan was already sitting at the bar chatting with some guy. I figured that must have been her brother, Steve. I escorted Clair up to Jan and introduced her. Jan introduced the man next to her as her brother. Steve was a handsome dude, dark hair, chiseled face, blue eyes, and a very fit and athletic build. I must admit, I felt a little insecure at first. Then I reminded myself, that I was no slouch myself, and I had Clair's heart locked up, no pretty face was going to steal her. And, I must not be too bad if Jan sucked my cock the other day and wanted this foursome thing to work out between us. 




An Unethical Proposal Ch. 04



We had a drink at the bar while we got to know one another, and then Jan asked the bartender to seat us for dinner. Jan reserved a quiet table in the back. It was a separate area from the other tables. The table was partitioned by half walls with stained glass above the half walls to the ceiling. It was very quiet and romantic. Jan, again, seemed to know the waitress personally, just like Martha, at the Waterview pub the other day. Seems she has been a regular here also. I was beginning to wonder just how much of a social butterfly she was. 

We ordered several bottles of wine and appetizers to start. None of us were all that hungry, we were all a little anxious about meeting under the circumstances. At first, we simply made small talk about our lives and what we each did for a living. After a couple of bottles of wine, our tongues loosened, and the conversation got around to sex, particularly, brother/sister sex. We hushed our voices, even though we were in that private area, and I kept looking around making sure we were alone. I was a little uncomfortable talking about that subject in a public place. We laughed at how awkward we were when we first started having sex with our siblings. It was odd how the conversation went there, but it was all we really had in common at that moment. No one wanted to eat a full meal, so we just ordered dessert and another bottle of wine. 

With all the fun we were having, I had forgotten I had told Jan, I'd give her a signal on Clair's mood for the evening. Jan excused herself to go to the ladies room, and motioned with her head and eyes for me to follow. As soon as we got out of hear shot of the other two, she said, "Well?" and gave me a hands up and shrugged look.

"Oh...yeah, I think things are going fine. Clair seems to be enjoying herself." 

"What should we do next?" Jan inquired eagerly.

"I think we should call it a night and see were this leads. Clair has been through a lot this week," it killed me to say. I really didn't want that night to end.

"I think you're right, Billy. We shouldn't push Clair right now, she's vulnerable. I'll have Steve call her this weekend and perhaps he can take her out for lunch or something. They can just talk and get to know one another better." 

When we got back to the table, Clair and Steve were laughing and conversing like old friends- this was a good sign.

On the ride home, Clair appeared pensive, staring off at nothing. 

"Well, what did you think?" I finally asked after a few minutes of silence. 

"Of...?"

"Of Steve and Jan...they're a nice couple, like us. Don't you think?" I said, not sure if she was ready to talk about it.

"Yes, they seemed nice. And, I think Steve is cute...I just...," she never finished her sentence and stared out the window at the road whizzing by.

"It's okay Clair. Nothing needs to be decided tonight. Are you thinking of John?"

"I guess...it's just all so new...I'm just...fucked up Billy. Everything is just fucked up right now."

I reached over and took her hand in mine. "Everything will be okay Clair. We'll figure it out."

That night, we had no sex. We just held one another as we fell asleep.

The next day Steve called and invited Clair out for a cup of coffee, and she accepted. I felt both a pang of jealousy and a jolt of excitement about it.

When she got home I couldn't help myself from asking her how it went.

"Fine...we just talked."

"About?" I prodded.

"Everything, and nothing at all really. We just hung out and talked."

"Uha...okay..." I sensed she didn't want to discus it.

"Did you know about their childhood...the beatings?" She asked me, unable to contain her silence on the matter.

"Yes. Jan told me all about it," I answered. And, with that, Clair opened up and told me all that Steve and her talked about during their coffee date. I was happy they had gotten together alone, it sounded like they were starting to bond.

Later that week we went on a foursome date. No sex, just dinner and a walk along the waterfront holding hands, Jan's hands in mine, and Clair's in Steve's.

Another week went by, and things were progressing along, but Clair was still not ready to jump into bed with anyone else, until one day she came home after work all upset and crying.

"Clair, what is it?" I asked, concerned.

"That bastard John! I stopped by the townhouse to pickup some more of my belongings. He's already moved that bitch in...she's taken my place!" she balled.

I moved to her and held her in my arms as she continued. 

"It was very awkward, Billy...humiliating, in fact...that son-of-a-bitch!"

"Shuussh...shuuss...don't cry, Clair...it's okay. You knew this was going to happen."

"Yes...it's just...I can't put it into words, Billy...I feel I've lost everything."

"Think of it as a transition, Clair, not a loss...," I was about to tell her how we can now be together, and maybe even with Steve and Jan, when she cut me off.

She pulled away from me and slammed her fist on the counter. "That Bastard! That fucking Bastard!"

She paced the floor, shaking her head, her fist and mouth clenched in anger. I let her be, she needed to fume a little.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "I'm ready, Billy...ready to start something new...ready to fuck someone else...ready to fuck Steve! I'm done with John. He can go fuck himself...or that bitch, Karen, for all I care!" 

When Clair calmed down, I asked her if she was serious about what she had said? Was she ready for Steve and Jan? 

"I'm so ready, Billy. I think fucking someone else is just what I need right now."

With that, I called Jan and setup a date for the four of us for the very next evening.

Jan suggested a light meal. Nothing too heavy before all the sex she was planing I presumed, so, we met at a sushi restaurant down town. Jan was dressed in a short skirt and low cut blouse that she tied up with a hint of mid-drift showing. Clair had on a light, breezy dress with a hem that came up just above her knees. Both Steve and I dressed causally. Jan sat next to me, and Steve sat across the booth with Clair. We ordered four bottles of sake. No one was all that hungry for food, so we only ordered a few pieces of sushi each, and four sushi rolls to share. As the dinner evolved and the sake took hold, the sillier, and more flirtatious we became. Jan put her hand on my thigh and moved it up to my balls and squeezed. I returned the favor and slipped my hand under her skirt and ran my finger up her panty covered slit. Steve must have been doing something to Clair under the table with his hands, because every now and then Clair's face would warm and she'd look at him and smile. 

I slipped off my left shoe and moved my foot over to Clair's leg. I slid the top of my foot up the back of her leg and massaged her calf. Clair looked at me with a knowing smile and a twinkle in her eye. Our nonverbal communication spoke volumes; I was not trading her in on another model, I was still there for her, and she, in turn, appreciated that very much. 

When we finished the last of our sake, Jan looked at me and gave her head a tilt toward the door. She was anxious to get to the evening's dessert; flesh. We paid the bill and promptly left the restaurant for Jan's house.

Jan's house was a mid-century modern house, nicely appointed with modern furnishings and art. We all settled into the living room for wine and conversation. There were two couches facing each other with a glass coffee table in between. Clair and Steve sat on one couch and Jan and I on the other. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. Would Jan and I, and Clair and Steve, pair up and go to separate bedrooms to get to know one another better, in a carnal way; or would we have sex together, as a foursome? The night was young and we were all in uncharted territory. 

Jan moved closer to me and we kissed, not a long passionate kiss, just an ice breaker kiss. She then took her shoes off , curled her feet up under her legs on the couch next to her, and leaned her head on my shoulders. 

Clair and Steve instinctively moved closer together on their couch when they saw us cozy up.

My right arm draped over Jan's shoulders and I let my fingers lightly caress her arm. Every now and then I'd let my fingers wander to the side of her right breast and I'd massage it a little.

We laughed and joked as the alcohol seeped into our veins, and of course, the conversation turned to sex again. I asked Jan how she got interested in sex therapy as a profession.

"Sex is my grounding. It stems from my past, the problems Steve and I had to overcome with our drunk and abusive father. Sex was a safe place for us to go. So it became natural for me to want to study sex and how it could be used in healing. That's what my dissertation was on, using sex as a healing force. When I got my psychology degree, there was no doubt I wanted to become a sex therapist," Jan told us.

"I'm very surprised how sexually open you are, Jan. I would have never guessed it, as your patient. Up until the other day at the Waterview Pub, whenever I saw you in your office, you seemed almost prudish, a sexy prude, but nevertheless a prude," I said.

"I have to be very careful when it comes to my own sexuality and my profession. There has to be compartmentalizing. When you were a patient of mine, I had to deal with you one way, now that you're not, I can be free to be myself- and you're a special case, mind you; not all ex-patients get to see the real me."

Steve laughed and told us how he had witnessed her split personality a few times. He told us she normally had a naturally relaxed open and sexy demeanor about her. She just exuded sexuality, unless around her extended family, of course- but if she'd ever met a current or former patient out in public, she would stiffen and become Dr. Prude. He lovingly named her Dr. Prude and Miss Please-cum-and-eat-my-pussy. Jan stuck her tongue out at her brother for that, but then she giggled.

"I like to have my pussy eaten, I can't help it," she said, with feigned defensiveness. 

I told Steve and Clair about about how Jan got under the table and gave me a blow-job the other day at the pub. "One minute we were talking, just getting to now each other better, the next she's got her foot in my crotch rubbing my cock. Then she suddenly, and without warning, drops under the table, unzips me and starts sucking my cock." I pretended dismay. 

"Oh, you loved it. As I recall, you also got on your knees under the table," she shot back, and grabbed my crotch and gave it a squeeze.

"Oh, she's a regular slut sometimes," Steve chimed in. "I have stories to tell...another time."

"Careful Brother, I've got my own stories of you I can reveal," Jan lovingly chided Steve.

"I'd like to hear those," Clair joined in, smiling.

The more wine we drank, the more silly and raunchy we became. Jan was the worst. Miss psychologist, she was the bawdiest of us all.

"Do you squirt, Clair?" Jan suddenly asked her.

My jaw dropped at that. Even with all the sex talk and loose conversation, that question seemed too forward, too crass, and too directed at Clair. 

"No, I have never been able to, but I can't say I've tried all that hard either," Clair answered. She seemed neither flustered or embarrassed by Jan's abrupt question.

Jan regaled us with her squirting prowess. She told us she could squirt or not, she had total control over it. In certain situations it was fun to squirt, but other times, she needed to be considerate of her partner or the situation. Perhaps she didn't want the mess. She mentioned, that for her, squirting offered a completely different sexual release than not squirting. 

"I'll bet you I can squirt in less than two minutes. And, I can squirt a stream from this couch, clear to that coffee table," Jan suddenly dropped on us, but looking straight at Clair. 

"I'd love to watch you do that," Clair piped up. 

"Clair!" I exclaimed. It just came out of my mouth. She shocked me with her response. 

Clair didn't bat an eyelash at me, she just stared at Jan with a smirk.

I was reminded of Jan's last minute announcement as we were leaving the Waterview pub the other day, that she was a bisexual, and immediately thought that she was flirting with Clair.

"Ok... here goes," Jan said. She then lifted her skirt, and removed her panties in one quick deft move. She leaned back into the couch, and scooted her naked ass to the edge. Her beautiful pussy exposed for us all to see. She had blond pubic hair. She wasn't shaved, but she didn't have a hairy bush either, it was nicely trimmed. It was dark under the table when I ate her pussy at the Waterview. I could tell she wasn't shaved then, but here on the couch with her legs spread, I got to see her completely open and in full view. Jan began masturbating in front of us. Her right hand worked her clit while her left hand worked the inside of her pussy. 

"You're a little too bashful, Jan," I said, with a sarcastic laugh. "Open up a little will ya, have some fun."

"This is nothing. You haven't lived until you've masturbated in front of a group of complete strangers. I run a masturbation workshop once a month," Jan stated, without missing a beat, as she continued working her pussy. 

All three of us looked on in delight as beautiful Jan masturbated her beautiful pussy, right in front of us. It wasn't everyday I'd see a woman masturbate, in real life. In fact, thinking about it, Clair was the only one that masturbated right in front of me, and that was ten years ago. As I watched Jan, I realized, just what a turn-on it was for me, and my cock started to grow. I moved my hand to my crotch to adjust it within my pants. I took the opportunity to stroke it a little as I was getting very turned on by the show. I looked over at Steve and he too was adjusting his package also. I looked at Clair, she was very intently watching Jan work her pussy.

"Ha...this feels good guys... I'm gonna cum soon," Jan let out after about a minute. The bet was two minutes, but no one was keeping track of the time or holding her to it. Her breath started quickening, and she started moaning louder. She worked her pussy feverishly, and the sound of a wet cunt being worked hard filled the room.

"Here I go!" She bellowed, as she orgasmed hard, and sure enough, she squirted, and the stream of her juice flew the two feet in the air and landed right across the glass top of the coffee table. It seemed she had practiced this before. She kept on working her fingers in her pussy, slower and slower as she brought herself down.

We all hooted and clapped.

Clair said, "I wanna try it, give me some pointers," as she lifted her dress and removed her panties.

It was another shock of the night to see Clair so boldly exposing herself to Steve and Jan. Then, I thought back ten years ago, when I had my motorcycle accident, how reserved Clair was at first, but then how bold she quickly became as I taught her the ways of sex. I reminded myself of all the wild sex Clair and I had together over the years, and the fact that she had that wild sex with me, her brother, even while married to John, made me realize, at that moment, she had always been a wonton vixen. I had just never seen her react sexually with other people before. 

Clair moved her left hand to her clit and her right hand to her snatch. She dove a few fingers into her pussy and started moving them in and out while she circled her clit with the fingers of her other hand. 

"Massage your G-spot, Clair," Jan instructed her. "Here, like this..." Jan curled her fingers and made the motion with her hand to show Clair. Jan got up off the couch and knelt on the floor next to Clair to instruct her.

"That's it honey...move your fingers in and out at the same time you rub your G-spot. Don't be afraid to add some pressure to it."

Clair did as Jan instructed and soon she herself was moaning and breathing hard. 

Steve had unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. His right hand was inside his pants and massaging his dick.

My own cock was hard as rock at the sight of Clair masturbating in front of us. I needed to relieve the pressure within my pants. I removed my pants completely and was naked from the waist down. I sat back into the couch and lightly stroked my cock.

Jan heard me move and turned to look at me with my cock in hand, and smiled. "Get your cock out baby," she directed an order to her brother. Steve did as he was told and removed his pants and began stroking his cock in unison with my strokes. Steve's cock was about average size and girth, I'd say six inches or so. It was a nice uniform looking cock, the head was proportional to the shaft thickness. I was pleased to see handsome Steve did not have a bigger cock than me. In fact, mine looked bigger, thicker if not longer too. 

My attention returned to Clair and her pussy. She was getting close to her orgasm, I could tell. 

"Ohhh...yeahh...playing with my pussy in front of everyone...makes me so wet...soooo...hot," she moaned. 

I moved over to the other couch and sat next to Clair. I figured she could use some familiar encouragement.

"That's it Clair. Work your pussy, Sis. You can do it. Squirt for us baby," I said, while stroking my cock next to her. Jan continued giving her tips on how to squirt as Clair got closer and closer to cumming. 

"I'mm...gonnnna...cummm...here I go!" She let out and climaxed hard, but did not squirt.

"Ahhaa...that was good, but I didn't squirt," she pouted as soon as she could catch her breath.

"Don't worry Honey. It takes practice, and not all woman can squirt. Your orgasm is the most important thing," Jan encouraged. 

I half expected Jan to dive into Clair's open pussy for a taste, but she moved between my legs and engulfed my hard cock into her mouth. She took me deep and then surfaced. She looked over at her brother and said, "Give Clair your cock, Baby. She deserves it after that show." Steve got up and moved next to Clair, his hard-on pointing at her face. She eagerly sucked him into her mouth. I was leaning back on the couch with Jan kneeling on the floor sucking me. Clair was sitting right next to me, our skin touching, while sucking Steve's cock as he stood next to her. I had never been in any group sex situation before this, but I had always wanted to. I figured having sex with my sister was perversion enough, so I never pursued it. It was simply sexually electrifying having sex while others were having sex right next to me. I can't remember when I was so hard and randy. 

I soon had to pull out of Jan's mouth. "This night has me so charged up, I'm afraid I'm going to blow my load too soon," I said, as I got up from the couch and simultaneously lifted Jan to her feet. I helped Jan remove the rest of her clothes and then gently pushed her onto the couch next to Clair. I got down on my knees, and she spread her legs and brought her pussy to the edge of the couch. I dove in with wild abandon. I was so sexually charged, I was eating her like a hungry wolf devouring a fresh kill.

I couldn't get my tongue in deep enough as I pushed her legs farther apart and attempted to drive my tongue deeper inside her with every lap. Jan worked her clit with her own hand so I could concentrate on the rest of her pussy. I soon moved my tongue lower to her perineum and laved it. I had fingered her asshole the other day at the Waterview, and she reacted favorably, so I knew she'd be up for a rim-job. I was feeling so randy I needed the most raunchiest sex I could get. I cupped my hands on her ass checks and pushed her up. She got the hint and moved her ass closer to the edge of the couch and tilted her pelvis in. I drove my tongue into her asshole as far as I could.

"Ohh...you dirty boy...you like getting dirty...don't you...," she hissed.

Jan pushed back against my tongue to enhance the connection. I circled and rimmed her rosebud for a good three minutes as she worked her clit excitedly. She came loudly as her whole bottom shook and quivered, but she did not squirt that time.