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Brotherly Duties

By: sou812again



Hello, this is my first time posting and I hope you enjoy. I have told this story while frequenting incest chat rooms every now and then, and this is a more detailed account of what happened between me and my sister. Please feel free to let me know what you think; I am open to all forms of constructive criticism.

It all started back in my second year of college, at a party a friend of mine was throwing at his house. The party was just getting wound up when my sister and her two best friends showed up. I went to an engineering college in Milwaukee and my sister just started at a two year college nearby. I soon lost track of my sis while playing a game of asshole. In this game everyone is ranked, there is a president, vice president, treasurer, and so on all the way down to the lowest person who is the asshole. You can order people to do things who are of a lower rank than you, and cards determine what the order will be for the next round. I had been "asshole" for the last three turns in a row, and was getting tired of chugging beer, dealing cards, and squawking like a chicken every time someone said the words "drink", "drank", or "drunk". So I excused myself from the game and went looking for my sister. I had heard she did well on a test the day before and figured I should congratulate her.

I found my sisters friends dancing suggestively with a couple other guys from my college, but no sign of my sis. I hung out near the stereo until the song was done, and then caught up with Lucy (one of my sister's friends) at the makeshift bar. I helped her refill her cup from an iced bucket that contained a mixture of rum and fruit juice that we called jungle juice. Lucy seemed a bit unsteady on her feet so I asked her if she was having fun. She told me this was the best party she had been to all night, which lead me to ask how many others she had already been too. As it turns out they had been to at least three other parties before ours which explained why she was already half in the bag. I asked where Jodi (my sister) went and was told quite frankly, "She is being a bitch; I think she is in a back room somewhere."

Just a bit worried now, I refilled my cup and one extra for my sis and set off to find her. Jodi, Lucy, and Peg (the other friend) were normally inseparable, so I figured something must be wrong if they are having a falling out.

It only took me searching two empty rooms before finding my sister in the laundry room crying. I winced and cursed silently under my breath at my bad luck. Then putting on a cheerful appearance, I ambled over to my sis and commenced my brotherly duties by trying to cheer her up. When I passed her the cup of jungle juice, I noticed she was a bit unsteady on her feet and almost dropped the cup, so I steered her over to a folding table and asked her what was wrong. 

Between hiccups and sobbing I finally got the story. She was upset because both of her friends had boyfriends now and were not spending any time with her anymore. She said she was kind of snippy with them about it tonight and now they were mad at her. Then to make matters worse she had hit on a guy at one of the previous parties and he had called her a "fat cow".

Now my sister isn't fat. She is maybe just a bit plump, and I'm sure that's where her problem stems from. But she is incredibly pretty if you take the time to really look at her. She is about 5' 2" and maybe 135 lbs, blond hair and greenish-blue eyes and I have always been secretly obsessed with her tits. My sister has huge breasts, I have no idea what the actual bra size is, but huge will just have to do for now.

So after rasping this horrifying fact to me my sis renews her crying, laying her head on my shoulder while I have one arm around her and the other strokes her side. I tell her she is beautiful and that any guy would be crazy not to fall in love with her.. blah, blah, blah. You know, stuff to cheer her up so we can get back to the party.

Now I'm sure what happened next had nothing to do the fact that we had both been drinking for most of the night. But at about this time I glance down and notice that it isn't her side that I'm stroking, or more accurately it is the side of her breast and her nipples are hard and poking right threw her bra and tank top. So I'm not sure why I took the chance but my hand rises up, circles her nipple, and then cups her breast.

My sister gasped, and I sped back bumping into a washing machine or something like that, stammering, trying to say "I'm sorry" but nothing like real words coming out of my mouth. A horrible cold feeling fills my gut and I start to think I might throw up. Well then I get a shock. My innocent sis walks right up to me, puts an arm around my neck and pulls me down for a very unsisterly kiss.

As my sis molds her body to mine, I spin us around and sit her on whatever it was that I bumped into. My hand again finds its way to her breast, circling and rubbing her nipple while the other slides up the back of her tank top slowly rising towards her bra strap.

I love kissing a girls neck, and soon found myself doing so to my sis. She gave a small gasp and then of all things started giggling. She was laughing at me. Needless to say both my hands started dropping as a cold feeling ran up my spine. But again a surprise as she moved her head down to find my mouth again and started kissing me harder than before with a definite sense of urgency.

Encouraged I found her bra strap and with a minimum of bumbling undid her clasp. My other hand slipped up under her tank top and under her bra. My sis locked her legs behind me as I stared down into her face. Her makeup was mussed up from crying, and her face was red from either excitement or all the alcohol she had drunk. She never looked more beautiful to me.

I then used both hands to push up her tank top and bra. I just HAD to see those tits. I mean they are huge and as it turns out firm. So with her tank top and bra push up under her armpits, I slowly kissed my way down to what I really wanted and sucked her right nipple into my mouth.

This is when I found out that my sister is a biter. As I lowered my head, she was kissing my neck and shoulders and then she wasn't kissing anymore, she was biting me. Not real hard, they felt like pinches.

So as I am kissing my way from one nipple to the other and listening to the beat of a stereo in the front room, I realize we need to get the hell out of here. So I whispered in my sister's ear, asking if she wanted to go to my dorm room a few blocks away. She nodded yes, and then redid her bra and pulled down her tank top.

It was a short, cold walk to my dorm room where my roommate had left for the weekend. He had a steady girlfriend back in Chicago and quite often would leave to spend the weekend with her. I was getting scared that the cold air was helping my sister come to her senses, and realize how wrong this all was, the entire walk she didn't touch me, or talk to me at all.

I no sooner close the door to my room and I knew I had nothing to worry about. She was soon sitting on my bed removing her tank top, bra, and to my surprise squirming out of some very tight jeans. While she was straining out of the jeans, I quickly stripped down to my boxer shorts.

So I dive on the bed engulfing my sis in another kiss and place my palm over the mound of her pussy, cupping it and applying a steady pressure. I now go back to kissing her neck hoping to eventually work my way back to her tits again. At this time the tip of my seven inch dick is sticking right out the top of my boxers, and my lovely sis uses her hand to push them down and with a very light touch, slowly stroke my cock.

This makes me shiver both at her cold hands and the wonderful feeling. Then my sis starts giggling again, I don't mind so much this time, hell how could I with her hand on my dick.

I renew my attack on her tits and slowly rub my middle finger up and down her pussy slit through her panties. Well my sis is back to the biting now, I realize in the morning I have small back and blue marks all over my neck and chest, but at the time. It is driving me crazy. I love to get a reaction when worshiping a women's body. I think sometimes that I could almost cum just because I know she was about to.

Ok, so I raise my head and find her mouth again, and slowly push aside her now wet panties so that my finger can slip inside her pussy. My sister starts saying things like "that's it baby.. that's it" well mumbling or moaning is more like it.

Precum is covering my dick and her hand now and she surprises me again by practically climbing in my lap. She starts using two hands on my dick and I can't stop thinking this is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I figure it is time to remove these now annoying panties, so I slowly push her back onto my bed and slip her panties over her hips and throw them across the room. I then quickly slip my boxers to the floor and jump next to her, not wanting her to get cold.

Her hands find my dick again, my fingers find her pussy, and I go back to kissing her neck. With her hands practically dragging me by my member, I slid between her already wide spread legs. I then remove her hands and start teasing her pussy with the head of my dick, slowly rubbing up and down the length of her slit.

This drives her crazy and I notice that she is crying again but I swear she never looked happier in her entire life. I can't keep it up for long, and finally sink my dick into her. I have to say I expected more resistance than I got. I thought she was still a virgin, although I knew she was on the pill. I guess I should have known better, because she just opened up wider and I slid right up to the hilt.

Not to miss an opportunity like this I go back to licking her nipples as I slowly pump my cock into her. My sis locks her legs behind me, using them to quicken my tempo. It is now that I learn my sister is a screamer too. She starts moaning loud as hell, and swearing. Just random words like "fuck, shit, fucker" stuff like that.

So I pretty much have to smother her to get her to quiet down, but by now I am drilling her faster and sweat is starting to drip off of me. She is by far, the best fuck I have ever had and with her bucking and twisting under me it was a struggle to keep from cumming to quickly. So I would slow down then when I have control back, speed up again.

By this time I am licking everything I can reach chin, nipples, and even her shoulders and she starts up the biting again. I can feel it building in me again, and my sis is whimpering and twitching under me, so I go for it. I speed up my pace and fuck her like there is no tomorrow. My sweet little sis is now doing her mumbling trick again.. "Come on baby.... cum in me... come on baby..."

Finally I can't take it anymore and shoot my load deep into her.

I stay laying on her for quite a while, kissing her softly and letting my dick get soft again. When I pull it out, it is really sensitive and makes me shiver as the cold air hits it. I didn't know or even care then, but the next day my sis told me she came twice while we fucked. I rolled off her and pulled the sheets up and over us. Then while laying in each others arms we fell into a deep alcohol induced sleep. 

The next morning turned out to be even more fun, but that is a story for another time. 

Brotherly Duties: Hunting Cabin #01



It has been a few years since writing Brotherly Duties: The Next Day and many years since the original Brotherly Duties was submitted. Both accounts of when my sister and I first got together seemed to be well received and should probably be read prior to reading this installment. I finally took the time and effort to recount something that happened to us during summer vacation of that same year. Again, please feel free to let me know what you think; I am open to all forms of constructive criticism. Also, please accept my apologies for the long time between posts, I will try and do much better on part 2.

My sister and I continued to have our "fun" together for the rest of the semester and it was like a "dream come true". We spent nearly every Friday or Saturday night screwing our brains out except for the rare occasions when my roommate stayed in Milwaukee for the weekend. You would think someone would have caught on to what we were doing but they didn't. We did hear comments about how good we got along with each other, but everyone seemed to think it was sweet for a brother and sister to be so close. Thinking back on those days, I guess we didn't fuck every weekend, since we both attended different colleges we were not invited to all the same parties and we both still went on dates. The dates just never seemed to work out and my sister would end up sneaking up to my dorm room the following weekend or I would call and invite her over. We even had a special knock, where she would knock with her hand three times then kick the door twice and I would know she needed in and I should hurry to open the door.

Then it was time to pack everything up and head back home for the summer. My sister and I spent our college summers at our parent's home in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (typically called the U.P. by everyone living there). So we packed up my 78' Monte Carlo and drove nearly 3 hour's home. We quickly found that our opportunities for "fun" were now few and far between. I took a job in a furniture factory for the summer and my sister started bartending on weekends getting her time off in the middle of the week. Plus we were staying at our parent's house and didn't dare try anything under that roof! Just the thought of getting caught by our Mom or Dad was too much to deal with and so by mutual consent we didn't risk it, even if we were sure we were the only ones home.

Seeing my sister at the breakfast table each morning, her hair mussed up and wearing a flimsy little robe with pajamas stretched tight beneath was driving me crazy and I couldn't wait for the summer to be done with and us go back to college. We found a couple mid-week evenings when we made excuses to drive off together and have a "quickie" parked on a dirt road back in the middle of nowhere but it never seemed enough and had its own risks such as the occasional cop that drove by.

It was the beginning of August when our opportunity came. We had an Aunt and Uncle that lived in Lower Michigan (People from Lower Michigan were called Trolls by the locals because they live "under" the Mackinaw Bridge) and they owned a hunting cabin way back in the woods that was primarily used during deer hunting season. We were told that our Aunt, Uncle, and our cousin Ginny were driving up to drop off a new gun rack and a replacement bed for the hunting cabin. Mom had asked Jodi (my sister) to take that weekend off from work because she wanted Jodi and I to sweep out, air out, and otherwise clean the cabin. Our Uncle offered to pay us each $100 to do the cleaning plus Mom sweetened the deal when she offered to cook Lasagna the following week for us. The plan was that everyone would meet at the cabin Saturday morning then after they dropped off the gun rack and bed, Mom and Dad would jump in with our relatives and drive up north to the Casino at the Indian Reservation, returning Sunday evening to pick us back up.

This seemed the perfect opportunity to me and considering the wink Jodi snuck me I could tell she was looking forward to the weekend as well.

That Saturday morning Mom loaded up a cooler of food for us while I tossed some cloths and other supplies in a backpack. After Mom yelled for Jodi to hurry up, she ran down the stairs with her own backpack and wearing a very familiar jean skirt with big pockets and a white V-necked, button down shirt. I couldn't help myself but grin at Jodi and her returning grin was pure Evil. I was already getting hard and had to excuse myself to the bathroom so that I could shift things around to a more comfortable position. The ride out to the cabin was bumpy, dusty and hot but I couldn't have been happier.

The hunting cabin consists of the cabin itself with a kitchen area, living room with fireplace, bathroom, then one huge bedroom with several bunk beds for the men, and two smaller bedrooms, one for children and one master bedroom used by our Aunt and Uncle during vacations. The new bed was for the master bedroom and the new gun cabinet was for the living room. Next to the cabin sitting at 90 degrees from it was the barn. It was more of an oversized two level garage but we called it the barn. The top floor was L-shaped with the side portion of the top floor being used for storage and the back section was filled with bales of straw. The bottom floor had a workshop for loading gun rounds and storage for snowmobiles and a riding lawnmower.

We reached the cabin first and had the food and backpacks unloaded and put away before another car drove up and parked in front of the barn. Our Aunt and Uncle jumped out of the vehicle and hugs, kisses, slaps on the back, and other greetings were given all around. I was shocked when I saw Ginny climb out of the back seat holding a cardboard box full of gun ammo. It had been at least three years since I last saw Ginny and she had sprouted up. She was 18 now but because of an illness when she was young she was held back a grade and so still had one year of High School left to go. I had to admit to myself she looked great! Her honey colored hair, big brown eyes, and slim/petite build was a great combination, although a little too skinny and gangly for my tastes. Jodi ran up to Ginny and gave her a big hug crushing the cardboard box between them. Thinking gun ammo shouldn't be crushed like that, I offered to take the box into the barn for Ginny while they chatted away. Then the unloading commenced, and we hauled the bed and gun cabinet into the cabin, then several gas cans and cleaning supplies into the barn.

I was sitting on a bench in the barn when Jodi came in followed by my Dad. She came over to sit next to me as Dad told us what to do in case of an emergency. After the lecture he gave us a big smile and said, "I hear a blackjack table calling my name, see you tomorrow!" He then went outside and we heard the sound of several doors slamming, an engine start up, and then the cracking of stones under tires as the car turned around.

I turned to Jodi with an evil grin of my own and said, "I thought they would never leave us!" Then I reached over and started tickling my sister's sides making her squirm even as I pulled her body towards mine.

"No!" my sister shouted making the word draw out as she giggled. "Let's make sure they are gone before you go and get us in trouble!"

We both jumped to our feet and sprinted over to the barn door, looking over the tall grass and through the trees, but because of all the dust we could only see the tail lights as the car turned a corner. Jodi squealed as I reached up under her jean skirt and then she batted my hand away. Giggling she went to a cabinet in the back of the barn and pulled out a large wool blanket. She commanded, "Follow me" and started carrying the blanket up the ladder leading to the second floor.

My cock was already straining at my zipper as I climbed, then swung around the ladder to chase her to the back portion of the second floor. She just started kicking a broken bale of straw around trying to give us a comfortable place to lay the blanket down. The only open area to do this was right next to the balcony overlooking the 1st floor. I helped kick the straw around, then we each grabbed an end of the blanket laying it over the flattened out bale.

"Finally," I panted as my sister dropped to her knees on the blanket and I did the same facing her. I reached down slowly, my hands caressing first her waist, then her hips, then down her thighs and up under her skirt. Jodi first untied the bottom of her shirt and then started slowly unbuttoning it from the bottom up. My fingers hooked into her panties and I wiggled them from side to side over her cute little bubble butt and hips then down her legs. She first lifted one leg then the other while I slid the panties the rest of the way off her. While Jodi finished unbuttoning her shirt I reached under it and around her back unclasping her bra. Our faces were very close as her bra came undone and I gave her a soft feathery kiss. Her bra was white and lacy and didn't have shoulder straps so it slid right off and I set it aside next to her matching white panties.

I wiggle-stepped forward a little, pushing her white shirt aside so I could see her wondrous, beautifully large tits. Jodi lifted my tee-shirt over my head throwing it over the railing to the floor below. She was then fumbling at my zipper but having trouble getting it down because I was leaning over running my tongue around her right breast while using my hand to massage the opposite nipple making both become hard at my touch. 

Jodi growled something like "That's it big brother" but it could just as easily been "Lick it even harder". Whatever it was, it was meant as an encouragement so I continued. Her tits were like heaven, soft and smooth but with hard nipples. I nuzzled my face between them, kissing and licking, then worked my way up to her neck. This allowed her to succeed in unzipping my jeans so I took a break from her neck to help remove my jeans and underwear.

We had not been able to release our sexual frustrations for so long that I couldn't wait any longer. I shuffled forward pressing her down and back onto the blanket. I flipped her skirt up onto her belly and positioned myself between her knees. She had one arm up on the bottom post of a railing and the other was helping keep her propped up. She lifted her smooth bare pussy upwards, meeting me as I tried to align myself up. We both groaned as I entered her, she was very wet, almost dripping, and ready for me.

I used the rail to hold myself up as well, my other hand massaging her tits. My cock sank in slowly, then out, then sank in deeper, and back out. As I pushed further inside her we established a rhythm rocking back and forth, our breathing coming in small gasps as we looked straight into each other's eyes. Just as I decided to reach down and started kissing her sweet neck again... that is when we heard it.

"Hey guys, you want to get something to eat before we start cleaning?" asked Ginny as she walked into the barn through the open door.

Oh yes you guessed it, they left Ginny behind with us and never said a word. It makes sense now, all of our parents were going to be boozing it up at the Casino and they wouldn't want Ginny there when she was under the drinking age. Plus Ginny didn't have much money, just like Jodi and I, so they were probably paying her to help clean the Hunting Cabin too. No one thought to say anything about it and we didn't see everyone get into the car, we just assumed she was with them!

So there we were, like a deer in the headlights, or more like two deer fucking in the headlights. We were on the second floor with only a skinny railing between us and the drop to the first floor. We were in her direct line of sight as she walked in and we both knew she could see everything. Her jaw dropped open and the three zip-lock bags full of sandwiches fell to the floor, forgotten. She then covered her nose and mouth with both hands and seemed to yell "OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY!" then she turned and ran out the door.

I'm not very good in stressful situations; I have a tendency to freeze up. Luckily my sister is much more on top of things. As I rocked back to a sitting position, my cock deflating like a leaky balloon, my sister jumped up with her skirt falling into place and clutched her shirt together running for the ladder. Her shirt came open again as she climbed down but as she ran outside I could see her buttoning up the front again.

I just sat there, like somehow staying in one place was going to make everything ok. I knew we were toast, Fucked, the gig was up, and nothing was going to be the same ever again. I groaned (this time not in a good way) and ever so slowly climbed to my feet. I found my pants but couldn't locate my underwear and my shirt was downstairs. I climbed down the ladder so slow you would think I was a zombie or something. I forgot about my shirt and just walked to the barn door, peering around it like a sneak thief in the night.

I could see the front yard. There is a large oak tree with an old fashion swing hanging from a branch. Ginny was sitting in the swing still holding her hands over her face and Jodi was sitting nearby on an outcropping of tree roots. Jodi's hand came up and tentatively touched Ginny's leg for a moment and I saw Ginny turn slightly towards Jodi but then face forward again. I couldn't hear what was being said and I didn't want to either. I turned away and paced back to the ladder then looked in the workshop and saw the phone our Dad told us about earlier. I tested it, and there was a dial tone. I had half hoped it stopped working over the summer but no luck. So I set it down expecting Ginny was going to want to use that soon and paced back to the door again.

Ginny had lowered her hands and it was obvious that the girls were talking but I had no idea if it was going well or not. I paced back to the ladder again thinking I needed something but I couldn't remember what. Then back to the phone again, then back to the door. I followed this circuit about 6 or 7 times before I realized I should pick up the sandwiches I was trampling into the ground. A few more circuits around and I noticed that Jodi was now crouching in front of Ginny talking in earnest to her. I tried to think if this was a good sign or not and couldn't decide which.

Another few circuits and I decided to sit down, so I stumbled over to the bench I sat on earlier and flopped down depressed. I'm not sure how long I sat there worrying when I heard a quick laugh that turned into a giggle outside. I raced to the door again and things looked pretty much the same except Ginny had her hands over her face again and Jodi was smiling. This seemed good to me, giggling can't be bad right? I went and sat down again.

A little while later, both girls walked back into the barn. Ginny looked a bit red faced and wore a strange and somewhat sickly smile, while Jodi on the other hand was beaming at me. I was mildly surprised, because I thought Jodi had buttoned all her shirt buttons when running after Ginny but I could now see that only two buttons held the shirt from falling open again. The girls walked up to me and being the brilliant conversationalist that I was I asked, "Err...ah..is everything ok?" Thinking about Jodi's buttons made me realize that I didn't have a shirt on, so I got up looking for where it had fallen.

My sweet smiling sister walked over to the cabinet in the back again and grabbed a second blanket and said, "Yes, we are just peachy as a matter of fact!" She then returned to us and held Ginny's hand pulling her towards the ladder. 

Jodi then encouraged Ginny to start climbing up the ladder and turned to me giving me the "come hither" hand signal. I mouthed the words "I can't find my shirt" to her but she looked exasperated and just said "Come over here dummy." So realizing that I should do as I am told I followed her to the ladder and then up to the second floor. 

Ginny was at the back already and she seemed to be staring at the bra, panties, and underwear that I couldn't locate before. I felt my face flush hot and started stammering some sort of apology but before I could get it out Jodi smacked my arm and walked past me. She walked over to where a few bales of straw made a sort of long three step pyramid. She spread out the blanket over two bottom bales making a sort of bench and came back to the blanket. Ginny was still a bit red faced but she didn't seem like she was crying or anything. She looked unsure of herself but when Jodi took her hand she followed obediently.

Ginny turned around and sat on the new blanket just as my sister directed her too, then Jodi returned to me and grabbed my hand. She then kneeled in the center of the blanket and pulled me down next to her. This is when I started protesting, looking quickly back and forth between the two girls. I kept expecting Ginny to run for it and start screaming at any second.

Jodi held my face with both hands and planted a kiss firmly on my lips. I tried to protest but she just whispered to me, "Just go with it, I know what I'm doing!" Thinking she had gone insane I attempted to speak but she just kissed me again holding it and I eventually kissed her back but there was no feeling in it. Jodi didn't even seem to notice though; her eyes kept glancing over to Ginny whom I couldn't see. Jodi then unbuttoned her last two buttons and then realizing that I was about to protest she gave me a firm look, took my hands and placed them over both her tits. Then with couple swift distracted looks at Ginny she moved in for another kiss from me. 

Jodi's nipples were stiff and she was starting to breath more heavily; she was obviously getting off on this. My big weakness in life is tits, and without a doubt my sister knows it better than anyone else. I couldn't stop myself from getting turned on with my hands roaming freely over her naked breasts. I returned each new kiss with more passion as she shuffled closer to me and when we came up for air she glanced over at Ginny and smiled.

Jodi angled back this time lying fully on the blanket with her legs spread and knees up. I kneeled between them and heard Jodi whispered to me, "Take your pants off hon." Not wanting to disappoint her, but also not daring to see what Ginny thought of this, I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees. My dick was hard enough to cut glass and didn't appear to be embarrassed by this public show in the least. Jodi slowly pulled her skirt up, inch by inch exposing more and more flesh as I positioned myself deeper between her legs. While doing this she never looked at me once, she just kept her eyes locked on Ginny with the most incredibly sexy little smile.

I leaned forward and attempted to enter my sister for the second time that day. Jodi gasped very loudly as I touched the entrance, and groaned passionately as I slowly entered her. It was much the same as before with one exception, Jodi did not look at me, she kept her eyes on Ginny the whole time. Her legs spread wide for me, and her arms grasped mine, pulling me forward but her gasps and steamy looks were aimed at our cousin the entire time. When she started whimpering I realized she was, either putting on a show, or she had never been this turned on before (maybe both?). I couldn't believe the animal noises she was making as we picked up a frantic rhythm and I started licking first one nipple and then the other.

That's when I heard an unfamiliar gasp, and it was from behind me! I swung my head around, my cheek brushing against Jodi's right nipple and looked back at Ginny for the first time since this started. Holly shit! What an incredibly hot sight! Ginny had her shirt pulled up under her armpits and one hand was pushing and pulling on an exposed small dark nipple, while her other hand was squeezed under her unbuttoned jeans and panties and was obviously massaging her cunt! Ginny's eyes were slits, just barely visible through her thick eyelashes and her mouth was partly open with her tongue licking her lips both top and bottom. Then she gave another gasp stiffening a little, her hand that was massaging her mound slowing for a little bit, then circling and building up speed again. I drug my knees around to swing both my sister and I in a position where we could both enjoy watching our cousin finger herself while she in turn watched us fuck.




Brotherly Duties: Hunting Cabin #01



It was simply amazing. She looked so young and willowy that it gave me a perverse feeling even though I knew she was of age. Not to mention the taboo of fucking my own sister while watching our younger cousin get off on it. 

I lasted as long as I possibly could but I just couldn't last long enough. I pulled out and squirted cum across my sister's belly and skirt. Not wanting her to be left out, I then slid down and licked her clit until she started rocking and bucking like a bronco. 

When the tremors of Jodi's climax subsided I looked back up at Ginny whose pants were still unbuttoned but both hands now laid folded in her lap. Her head was leaning back against the straw with her eyes closed and a satisfied looking smile.

To this day I don't know what Jodi said to Ginny out by the swing, but one thing I DO know is that I am a VERY lucky guy.

(Part 2 – our day at the hunting cabin continues...)



Brotherly Duties: The Next Day



It has been a few years since writing Brotherly Duties. For the most part my account of when my sister and I first got together seemed to be well received. I finally took the time and effort to recount the next day's activity. Again, please feel free to let me know what you think; I am open to all forms of constructive criticism.

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I woke that day to a pounding headache. Someone had dumped an ashtray in my mouth while I was sleeping and while I didn't think I was going to throw up, my stomach was not in the best of shape. Of course I also had a raging hard-on. I'm not sure if all guys experience this or not, but it is not uncommon for me to wake up after a night of drinking, needing to piss like a racehorse, my cock hard as a rock, and me too sick or lazy to get up and relieve myself. Normally when posed with a situation like this I would stroke myself until I cum and drift off to blissful sleep again. Typically feeling much, much better when I awoke.

So this particular day back in the late 1980's was no exception, my roommate was gone for the weekend, and figuring this was my ticket back to sleep, reached down and proceeded to work my magic. I had let my mind wander down roads of memory with one naked girl leading to the next and that was when I pictured my sister. She was totally naked and half sitting on me with both of her hands reaching between my legs holding my cock!

I half sat up in bed blinking and trying to arrange my thoughts. My hard-on was forgotten for the moment and a panic was building in my chest. That last memory was recent, as a matter of fact it was from the night before when something unexpected happened and resulted with me and Jodi, my sister, ending up in this very bed. I had then looked around the room with bleary eyes and what was most likely a very comically confused look.

I was the only one there, the place was empty. My clothes were scattered around the room, including on the makeshift bar that my roommate built. There was no sign of any girl clothes and of course no girl either. I struggled with my thoughts trying to make sense of what I think happened the night before. I remembered the party, playing drinking games, searching for and then finding my sister who was crying in a back room. Feeling it was my duty as her brother to cheer her up and things going much farther than intended. A quick walk back to my dorm room and then...

Could it be true? If it is, then where is she? What is she thinking? Does she hate me for what happened? All these thoughts had thundered through my head when the pressure from my bladder finally gave me a shot of pain that couldn't be ignored any longer. I grimaced and rolled out of bed and walked over to my closet, my piss-hard-on bobbed and was still as hard as ever with no signs of going down.

I wrapped a towel around myself and holding my shaving kit and shampoo strategically to hide my hard-on, I stumbled out into the hallway and across to the floor's only bathroom. I didn't bother with the urinals, I headed strait for the showers and jumped in the first empty one. The warm water felt great and the rising steam helped clear my head somewhat. The best part was that I didn't have to hold back the pressure on my bladder anymore. The golden stream arced across the shower stall and was washed away.

Flashes of the previous night replayed in my mind, such as the look on Jodi's face as she walked towards me for that first unsisterly kiss, the taste of her neck, and the feel of her squirming under me in my bed. Even though my hard-on had finally subsided, these thoughts were brining it back to attention so I tried to concentrate on where she could be right now and what she was thinking. 

I had just started brushing my teeth when the thought struck me that I didn't use a rubber last night. I had to prop myself up against a shower wall, I had become woozy and my legs didn't feel strong enough to keep me standing. The worst possible scenarios were racing through my mind, my sister becoming pregnant, the shame of our family, the possibility of deformed or otherwise unhealthy baby due to our incest. My stomach could not handle the stress and I then vomited all over the shower stall. 

After I got control of myself I finished cleaning up and hurried to my room to get some sweat pants on. My dorm had only one shared phone on our floor so I used it to call my sister's room at a neighboring college where she was lucky enough to have a personal phone she shared with her roommate. Her roommate had then told me she wasn't in; she had gone for a jog with her friends Lucy and Peg. I was then assured that she would tell Jodi that I had called and wanted to talk to her.

Worry clawed at me back in my dorm room after I had jumped back in bed and tried to sleep off the hang over. Even though I was worried my thoughts kept replaying my favorite moments from the night before until I finally drifted off to sleep.

Knocking at the door woke me up and when I shuffled over and opened it my sister breezed past me into the room. She didn't look pissed off at me and that was a great relief. She was smiling and I have to admit she looked great! She was wearing jean skirt with big pockets and a white V-necked button down shirt that showed off her cleavage quite well, then a band of red cloth tied her long blond hair back from her face. I wondered why I never realized how sexy her legs looked before. She has been jogging since she was a freshman in high school and it shows. She grabbed a chair from my roommate's desk and turned it around to face me before sitting down. I shut the door and stumbled back over to my bed falling into it and still not feeling 100% like I should.

Jodi arched an eyebrow and smiling at me she asked, "So I hear you wanted to talk to me?" 

I blushed and feeling the heat in my face replied, "Uhm, yeah, ah... I wanted to apologize for last night.. I um ah.. I or we.. um." That was about all I could stumble out because as I talked her smile got bigger and bigger and I wasn't sure what to say next.

"You should apologize!" she then said. "I was ready for another go this morning and I couldn't wake your dumb ass up!"

Stunned I stammered "But Sis you're not serious are you? But.. I mean what if.. I mean we didn't use protection, what if.. you know!"

At this my sister laughed a high and extremely sexy/sweet laugh and then said "You dork, I have been on the pill for almost 3 years."

Relief washed through me and I then rubbed my hands across my face as the feeling of dread evaporated from my chest and stomach. I looked up to see my sister stroll to the door and lock it then twirl around, her skirt billowing up a bit, and walk slowly back to the chair looking back at me with a look on her face I have never seen before.

"You owe me you know." She said with one corner of her mouth curved up in a devious smile. "I think my big brother deserves a bit of punishment for leaving me hungry for more this morning."

"I do?" was the only thing that my slow brain could think of to say as I watched her intently.

Again that high pitched laugh and then she said, "You stay right there, if you even try to get up I am going to leave, do you understand my rules?"

"Uh... yeah." was my brilliant and witty response.

At this she flashes me a winning smile and uses her toes to slip off her shoes pushing them to the side out of her way. She then slowly spreads her legs apart, sliding her hands down the insides of her thighs, each time they slide up the skirt slides up slightly farther. She bends forward licks her red lips and I notice as her shirt billows forward she isn't wearing a bra.

"Does big brother like what he sees?" she coos at me.

"Uh... hell yeah!" was another of my brilliant responses.

The front of my sweat pants start to tent as this taboo show gets rolling and only one thought echoes through my mind "How lucky am I.. how fucking lucky am I..."

She les go with a very throaty giggle and with her eyes burning into mine she rubs one hand up her body, across her stomach, over her heaving right breast and to the top button on her V-necked shirt. Slowly button by button that hand works its way down her front while her other hand continues to stroke up and down her leg. At the first peek of her white lacy panties I have to adjust my cock which has become tangled in the folds of my sweatpants.

"Ah, is that because of little old me?" my sister asked in a seductive voice.

All I could do was nod dumbly and keep watching.

Her shirt is now unbuttoned all the way to the point it is tucked into her skirt. So both hands return to the insides of her legs and slowly pull the skirt up and over her lap, showing me her perfectly white lacy panties with a triangular patch slightly visible just above the mount of her pussy. With her hands fanned to either side she used her thumbs to brush over that steadily dampening mound and when I stole a quick glance away to her face she was biting her lower lip and tracing the outline of my cock with her eyes. 

When her thumbs slipped under the edges of her panties to brush up and down her mound I then started to rub my cock slowly through the fabric of my sweatpants.

My sister closed her eyes and used her right hand to rub up and under her shirt baring her left breast. She quickly licked her fingertips then proceeded to rub small circles around her left nipple, teasing it with an occasional quick pull. Her left hand stayed at her crotch, pushing aside her panties and using two fingers to slowly rub her moist slit.

At this I groan, and rub my cock with more force. She looks so incredibly hot that I am having trouble breathing and my head is swimming with thoughts of what I want to do to her body.

She then pulls her white shirt from under her skirt and finishes unbuttoning it. She leaves it on, but open and off to each side, her hands cupping both full wonderful tits and with her mouth slightly parted in a slight smile she pointed each breast in turn at me and pretends to cock and fire them like a gun. This brings out another throaty giggle in my sis, and she slowly stands and unzips the zipper on the side of her jean skirt.

She wasted no time after removing her skirt and stripped off her panties as well, throwing them onto my hand that is rubbing my cock. I lift them to my face and give them a sniff. I can smell her sent and I want nothing more than to have the real thing. I set the panties respectfully aside, and then kicking and squirming I removed my sweatpants and kicked them from the bed, the whole time sticking to the rules by not sitting up or getting off the bed. I now have the freedom to stroke my cock in earnest.

My sister then struck a pose I know I had seen in one dirty magazine or another. She turned around kneeling on the chair and bent over the back using one arm on the desk to steady herself. The other hand was reaching around behind her and rubbing up and down the length of her meaty slit. She had an excited look as she stared back at me watching my hand stroke my cock and I could see that her fingers were getting more and more slick as she watched me.

"God your killing me over here," I hoarsely croaked and I meant it. I thought my heart was going to explode if I didn't get to touch her soon.

She gave me a huge smile at that point and got up from her kneeling position. I thought she was moving over to the bed but she sat down on the chair again instead and using both of her hands used one to rub her clit while the other slowly penetrated her pussy.

Her legs were spread and held up in the air while her breathing became more labored. She kept her eyes locked on my cock and I noticed that if I started stroking more quickly she would finger fuck herself more quickly too. If I slowed down she would follow suite. After minutes of this game went by, she gave up and rubbed her clit vigorously, shortly thereafter groaning and giving small whole body shudders.

All I could do was keep watching, loving every minute but in agony that I couldn't participate more directly.

Her breathing was slowing down again and she lowered her legs. With a snort and small laugh she giggled at me saying "I guess I have punished you enough, do you want your reward for being a good big brother?"

I nodded and with a shaky voice said, "Oh yes, please."

My sis strolled over to me and indicating that I should scoot down the bed she removed my hand from my cock and threw a leg over my body, straddling my chest. With a crooked smile she shivered when I grabbed both cheeks of her ass with my hands, groping and squeezing. Then with my help pulling her, she scooted up my chest resting her pussy on my face and her hands grasping my hair.

I was in heaven. It was the best pussy I had ever tasted and her squirming around and groaning was more fulfilling than any other fuck I had ever had up to that point in my life. The sides of my face and the bed under my head and neck was soaked and I was running my hands anywhere I could grasp, from her perfect tits down to her sensitive toes.

My sis tried to reach behind her and stoke my cock but the angle was awkward and rather than risk hurting me she gave up and just road my face, with her hands on the headboard.

With her body giving small shudders and convulsions she slowly lifted herself from my face and on her knees walked backwards until just pass my crotch. She was breathing heavy and panting, but still smiling. She reached up and pulled the red cloth from her hair freeing it to fall around her face and shoulders. She then wrapped the cloth around the base of my cock making a large double knot and a small bow. She winked at me, then lifted herself up and then slowly slid down the length of my shaft, impaling herself on me.

When her pussy fully engulfed my cock I noticed the knot she made was now pressed against her clit. I tried to help but I have to admit that there wasn't much I could do. She ground herself up and down my cock, each downward thrust brushing across the knot she tied and then back up again. In the end I gave up trying to help and just rested the flats of my palms against her nipples and as she road me, her movements rubbed them up and down the length of my hand. I watched her face contort and sweat drip down onto me, occasionally gasping as she drove us both to the brink several times and then at last over the brink.

When it was over, she laid herself down next to me and I kissed her for the first time since she came through my door that morning. I then said the only thing I could think of, "That was fucking awesome sis, FUCKING awesome!"

She smiled and kissed my nose. We took a quick nap but we couldn't spend the whole day in bed because my roommate was due back that afternoon. I knew though that things had changed between us forever and this would not be the last time we would be together. We just had to keep everyone from finding out about us. Well not everyone, but that is a story for another time.