0 comments/ 96102 views/ 18 favorites The Hidden Truth By: soubrette It’s not something I like to talk about. Not to everybody, you understand. I mean, it’s not like I’m embarrassed…just, it’s private. Special. And wrong. Troy is my older brother. We’re about five years apart in age, which makes him twenty-four. I’m nineteen. Our parents split up when I was three and since Dad worked two jobs after getting custody of us, Troy looked after me while I grew up. I never knew either of my parents very well. When Dad got home from work he drank slowly and quietly until he was drunk enough to sleep, and I haven’t even spoken to my mom since I was twelve. Last I heard she was planning a cross-country road trip. I haven’t heard from her since she left. Troy wasn’t exactly voted most popular in high school. He had auburn hair and dark eyes and was interested in politics and law – that doesn’t make for a popular teenager. He was well built and dated frequently, but he never stayed with any girl for too long. He seemed to prefer the blonde, blue-eyed type, generally cheerleaders. Totally not what I expected from him. But I was just his kid sister – someone who held him back, someone he had to come to early to cook supper for, to make sure I made curfew. He never complained but I felt like a burden. Anyway, he won a couple of scholarships at graduation and left for college when I was fourteen. I was devastated. I just couldn’t picture my life without Troy. Well, Troy’s reputation as a quiet type followed me through high school. It wasn’t totally off the mark anyway. I was lost without Troy’s advice and guidance and got involved with some crazy kids my freshman year. I drank a lot that year – so much that I scared myself. I felt worthless and alone. After a bad mix up with the cops (I was lucky; they dropped the charges for underage drinking because it was my first offence) I went clean and devoted myself to school. Still lonely and friendless, I looked forward to Troy coming home in the summer more than anything. Those summers brought us closer than ever. Troy made me feel beautiful and loved just by talking to me and sitting with me outside in the summer dusk. We sat and talked every night, each summer bringing us closer. He started bringing girls home less and less until last year, when he didn’t bring any home at all. When I asked him why, he said it was because he was more and more embarrassed about Dad’s drinking. But there was a painful glint in his eye before he turned away. Well, I’m not getting any scholarships at graduation this year, so unfortunately I’ve had to put off college. There just isn’t any money for me to go without scholarships, so I decided to get a job and try to put myself through. I was so upset and disappointed that I couldn’t finally leave home that Troy told me I could move in with him, but I was scared to move to a city without a job or anything to fall back on. I grew up in a tiny town in Georgia and Troy goes to school in Dallas. As much as I wanted to get out of my house I couldn’t be a burden to him, especially now that he was going into law school. I told him I could work just as well from home and then I’d join him the next fall. He promised me that he’d make me change my mind this summer. “What does that mean?” I wondered. “Hi, Callie,” someone whispered behind me. “Oh, my God, Troy, it’s you!” I exclaimed. “You scared me half to death. Let me finish these dishes and I’ll make you something to eat. You must be starving.” “Don’t worry about it, honey,” he whispered. “Keep it down, will you? Don’t wanna wake him up.” He nodded his head behind him at the living room, where Dad lay sleeping on the couch, an empty glass of whiskey on the table. “Sorry,” I smiled. “Want to go sit on the porch, or what?” I peeled off the rubber gloves, abandoning the dishes. Surely Dad wouldn’t mind. Of course, when did he mind about anything? “When did you get in?” “Just stepped off the bus fifteen minutes ago, ma’am.” Troy answered. “Got a ride from the station with Don’s dad. You remember Don? He’s a marketing supervisor in Miami now.” “Wow.” Yeah, I remembered Don. Too well. He was one of Troy’s oldest and most trusted friends. But why did Troy sound so different? It was like he was holding something back from me. The happiness slowly faded from my eyes, and then I noticed – Troy only had an overnight bag. What was going on? “Troy – what’s up?” I asked softly. “Let’s go on the porch, okay, Cal?” he asked, looking again at the sofa. “Sure,” I said uncertainly. We went out, careful not to let the screen door slam behind us. “I’m not staying, Cal.” Troy didn’t look at me. The tears were welling in his eyes; he knew how much this would hurt me. Another whole year without him, stuck here! “I can’t do it,” I thought wildly. “I can’t take another year of this.” “What do you mean?” I stammered. “You have to stay.” “I can’t do another year of this, honey,” he said quietly, nodding his head toward the open screen door. “And I’m not letting you, either.” His jaw tightened. “He’s never been a father to you,” he muttered. “I have nowhere to go, Troy,” I whispered, tears choking my words. “And I’m all he’s got.” “You’re all I’ve got, Callie,” Troy said huskily. “Doesn’t that count for something? I’ve been there for you for years; be there for me now.” “Oh, God,” I said. I felt unbelievably guilty and scared. I wanted so badly to go with Troy but I felt obligated to stay with Dad in spite of everything. “He’ll go to bed soon,” Troy said. “When he goes, go pack everything that matters. We’ll take the bus out tonight. Don’s dad is coming by at eleven tonight to take us to the station. I have to go for a walk, Callie…I can’t even be around him anymore. He abandoned us, just like Mom. I can’t deal with that anymore.” “Troy, I don’t know,” I whispered, drying my tears. “Callie, I’m never coming back.” He looked at me directly, touching my hand. “Okay.” I said quietly, resolutely. There was no way I was going to give up Troy forever. When he got up and left, I quaked inwardly. What if Dad caught me? What would he do? I was afraid of Dallas; afraid of a big city and not having a job. When I saw Dad slowly climb the stairs to bed, I slipped inside and tiptoed to my bedroom off the kitchen. I began stuffing things into big garbage bags – I would sort it out in Dallas. Dallas! I grew afraid again and stopped. Was Dad still awake? No, I think that was the house settling. After I got everything packed I sat on my bed, pressing my hands together to keep them from shaking. Suddenly the door opened. “Callie…” Dad said in his drunken slur. “What are you doing, baby girl?” He looked at my room, at the garbage bags on the floor. “Where do you think you’re going?” He smiled drunkenly. “Running off, like your mother.” He reached towards me, touched my long auburn hair. “You look a lot like your mother,” he breathed, moving close to me. “I think we need o do something before you leave.” He stumbled towards me, my eyes growing wider in horror. “I’m not letting you leave me again without fucking,” he slurred. He had me confused with my mother. I realized as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle that he was going to try to have sex with me. I wasn’t a virgin, but I was still horrified at the thought of having sex with my drunken father. He fell on top of me, his hands pushing at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and exposing my breasts clad only in a lace bra. “I was sobbing, shoving his hands away from me. “Dad, Daddy, it’s me, please don’t, Daddy, it’s me, Callie,” I sobbed. “What the FUCK is this.” Troy burst into my room just as Dad was pulling down my jeans. “Get out,” he growled at Dad as their eyes locked. “Get the fuck out.” Troy had his arm around me – I was safe on the dimly lit overnight bus. I was drifting in and out of sleep leaning on him. No one could make me feel as safe as he could. “Cal, you awake,” he whispered. “Yeah,” I said softly. “You okay? I mean, really. Has he ever…” “”Oh, no,” I tried to smile. “No, this is the first time.” My voice caught as I thought back to the horrifying experience. “Okay, honey. Have you ever done…anything…” “You can ask me, Troy. I trust you more than anyone.” “Are you a virgin?” He asked me timidly. “No.” I said quietly. I paused. “I slept with Don.” “What?” Troy bolted to face me. “When?” “Don’t get mad, Troy,” I whispered. “Oh, I’m not mad. Not mad at all that my best friend fucked my baby sister.” “Troy…” “When, Callie?” “I was sixteen.” I whispered. “It was more than once.” “Sixteen? Christ. How often?” He asked dejectedly. “A few times,” I admitted. Don and I had slept together for the better part of a year, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “That fucking bastard,” Troy mumbled. I didn’t answer. My experiences with sex were unexciting, uneventful. When Don moved to Miami, I was glad. “Go to sleep, honey,” Troy whispered softly. “I’ll wake you when we get there.” We got to Dallas in the afternoon and took a cab to Troy’s apartment. My apartment. I felt a bit useless because I had nothing to do; no one to pour drinks for or make dinner for. Troy ordered in Chinese and I sat down to try to figure out my options. I could probably waitress. I’d go out tomorrow to look for ‘Help Wanted’ signs. The sun was beginning to sink slightly, creating a soft pink glow in the apartment. Troy came to sit beside me on the couch and for the first time I noticed tiny lines on his face. He seemed so much older than me, so much wiser. I suddenly felt inexperienced and young, the way you feel when you are with an older lover for the first time. Troy broke the silence. “You’re beautiful, Cal. I knew this city would bring out your beauty. That sun on your face is just like a picture. I think a lot about those evenings on the front porch. Those times are the best I ever experienced at home, I want you to know that.” “Oh, Troy… they were for me, too,” I said softly. “I used to just wait for your summer vacation…I never had friends in high school…” His hand reached for the back of my head, silently, his fingers intertwined in my hair. I looked up timidly, my eyes still glistening with tears, my look questioning, uncertain. Troy had a strange mixture of deep love and hunger in his eyes, along with a brief flash of pain. Why does he keep looking at me that way? “Troy, what’s wrong? Tell me – tell me.” I whispered. “I’m not like him, Callie, damn it!” he shouted. “I’m not some fucking pervert, God, I keep trying to tell myself not to feel like this…” he jumped up and ran his hand through his hair, paced back and forth in front of the couch. “He…he was touching you, Callie, and… I want to hate him for it! I do! But…I’m jealous.” I didn’t know anymore whether he was talking about Dad or Don. “Who was touching me, Troy?” “They both did, both of them. I trusted them both with you and they both betrayed me, they both used you. I told Don, he knew how I felt about you. And Dad! What the fuck was he thinking? I don’t even want you to see me like this, Cal, I don’t know what’s coming over me. I just know that I’m sick about leaving you with them for so long. Just sick.” Troy’s breath was ragged, his hands shaking. “I’m okay,” I whispered. “I agreed…with Don. And Dad, this is the first time, I told you. I’m okay, Troy.” “That’s not the point, Callie. Jesus! I don’t even want to tell you, you’ll think I’m perverted, you’ll think I’m sick…” “I would never,” I said, my heart beating loudly in my chest. “I…wanted you. I wanted to be with you…the first time,” he whispered softly, kneeling down in front of me and taking my face in his hands. “Now you know how fucked up I am. There was never, ever any girl for me… but you.” My heart fluttered and my stomach clenched tightly. I wanted this – I never knew it, but oh, I wanted this amazingly! Troy’s face was so close to mine, his hands so warm. I didn’t know what to do next but I did it anyway – I leaned in slowly and kissed him, kissed my brother. I looked at him timidly and his eyes were so warm and tender and loving that I knew no matter what, we would be okay. Everything would be fine with Troy. Troy’s hands moved towards the back of my head, his fingers catching hold of my hair and then sliding down my back. The air was silent, the only sound was our soft breathing and the rustling sounds of clothing on bare skin. His lips were kissing my neck, my collarbone. I felt a burning warmth spread towards my pussy, the lips engorging with my heat. Troy’s hands moved down my body, stopping only momentarily at certain areas he evidently couldn’t believe he was touching. I was timid; I didn’t know where he wanted to be touched, so I didn’t touch him at all. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He was intent on exploring my entire body, using his hands and his mouth. Troy slowly undid the buttons on my shirt, exposing my lace bra – the same one I had been wearing last night. I saw a pained expression on his face when he saw the bra – obviously reminded him of my father. As he removed my shirt, he took the bra with it and threw it across the room. “I’ll buy you a new one, Callie,” he whispered, before taking one of my nipples into his hot mouth. I moaned softly, feeling the delicious warmth spread from my nipple throughout my chest. My pussy was soaking wet, it must have been going through my pants. I didn’t remember ever being so turned on. “Troy…” I whispered, looking down at him sucking and licking my nipple. “Can you…” My eyes drifted southward on my body and he got the message. He pulled down my pants slowly, revealing the matching lace panties that he removed rather quickly. With my wet pussy now exposed, I was a little more frightened about what was happening, but Troy’s obvious happiness calmed any fears I had and I spread my legs for him, showing him how wet I was before dipping one of my own fingers inside myself. “Oh, Christ, Callie,” he whispered. His hands were absently removing his belt, his pants…there was his cock. “Do it again, baby,” he said softly. I sat in front of my brother with my legs spread, using my fingers to touch my pussy. His hand was stroking his cock to hardness and I was mesmerized by his rhythmic movements. I gestured for him to sit on the couch and I knelt in front of him, taking his cock in my hands. “Have you done this before, baby?” He asked. “Yes,” I whispered. Not the answer he wanted to hear, perhaps, but the truth. “To who?” “Don.” Troy groaned as my hands slid up and down his slippery cock. “Put it in your mouth, baby,” he moaned. I leaned forward and slipped his cock inside my mouth, licking the head and making slight slurping noises. My pussy was so wet, I needed him inside me. There was no time for a blow job right now. I got up from my knees, my hand still on his cock, and straddled my brother. “Are you sure about this, baby,” Troy asked. “There’s no turning back from here.” “I need your cock, big brother. I needed it yesterday, I needed it three years ago. I want it now.” I lowered myself down onto his cock, feeling him slip easily into my wet pussy. Riding him felt like the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Troy’s hands cupped my breasts – “I like to feel them bounce” – and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I couldn’t think straight. I needed to come, so badly. My clit burned with desire, so I took a hand away from Troy’s shoulders to make myself come. My fingers moved in a blur as I rode my brother’s hard cock. “Fuck, Callie, I’m gonna come, baby,” Troy whispered. “I want it inside me, Troy, come inside me,” I said through gritted teeth. My orgasm was almost there…almost…I saw exploding colours and felt Troy empty himself into my wet hole. “Oh, God, Troy…” I gasped, unable to think coherently yet. “Just let me hold you, honey,” he whispered. “Stay still, let me hold you.” To be continued......(please give feedback!) The Hidden Truth Ch. 02 When I woke up the next morning I discovered I was naked still, under a blanket on the couch. After having sex last night Troy and I talked for hours about our feelings for each other, but I felt uncomfortable seeing him today in broad daylight. I wrapped the blanket around my body and rubbed my eyes before heading to the bathroom. It didn’t seem like anyone was home. Troy’s apartment – my apartment – I really have to get used to that – was a large loft-type place with pine floors and steel beams for support. The ceilings must have been twelve feet tall and the windows were easily eight feet. “How could he afford this place when he was a student?” I wondered. Troy had some things to tell me – in particular, how were we going to deal with our new relationship? It’s not like I couldn’t deal with being a “fuck-friend”, I’ve done that before, but I had to know where we stood. How could he just leave me here like this the day after something so important? I felt a little bruised, physically and emotionally. I was worried about Troy and worried about us and he was nowhere to be found. I washed my face and headed to Troy’s bedroom to find some clothes for the day. I rummaged through the nearest garbage bag (they were still sitting on the floor; we fell asleep before we got to unpack yesterday) and found a denim skirt and a white peasant top. I looked for a while longer but I couldn’t find a pair of panties, so I decided to go commando – not something I normally do but have done in a pinch. I suddenly realized I was really hungry and headed to the kitchen. After I ate some cereal I found in the cupboard I heard a knock at the door. I still hadn’t heard anything from Troy – not even a note to say where he was. It was only ten in the morning, so I wasn’t sure who would be visiting but I decided to answer the door anyway. If anyone asked questions I would tell them I was his cleaning lady. No need for him to get caught having a roommate he wasn’t allowed to have or something. I was still really naïve about the city. “Can I help you?” I asked the girl who stood on the other side of the door. She was blonde, petite, and wore a tennis outfit. “I’m looking for Troy – who are you?” she asked, obviously a little annoyed that he had another woman in his apartment. I nearly boiled over when I saw Troy come bounding up the steps behind the girl. “Sandy!” he exclaimed, a tiny guilty look escaping from the corner of his eye. “You’re a little early, sweetheart, it’s only ten.” “You said ten last Saturday, Troy. You told me your bus would be in town early Friday night and ten would be fine.” Sandy gave him a pointed glance and then looked at me rather meaningfully. “You should introduce us, Troy.” “Who, her?” Troy said, laughing. “That’s my sister, babe. Can’t you tell the resemblance? Her name is Callie.” “Oh.” Sandy was visibly relieved. I still hadn’t said anything – but Troy was clearly a little uncomfortable. “I’ll leave you two alone,” I said, glaring at Troy briefly before closing the door. ***** When I got back inside I headed straight for Troy’s bedroom. I picked up all the clothes I had scattered over the floor this morning and stuffed them back into my garbage bags, choking back sobs. “That fucking bastard,” I muttered. “He’s just like every other guy, only I’m his sister and he does this to me.” I couldn’t see straight anymore because of the tears in my eyes. “I guess yesterday doesn’t mean anything to him. I guess he only wanted me out here to wait on him. What the hell is he thinking? Did he think I’d just stick around and take it? I’ll go back home, I’ll go back to Dad…” “Callie, what the fuck are you doing?” Troy walked in the room as I was stuffing clothes back into my bags. “I’m leaving, Troy. Is she still here? Go entertain your guest.” I spat the words out at him, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “You’re not leaving, Callie. Christ, that was my ex-girlfriend. Ex. And besides, I’m not letting you go.” “You can’t stop me! You can’t make me stay…” Troy came over and grabbed my wrists to keep me from packing. “I won’t, I won’t stay…” “Damn it, Callie, I didn’t ask you to come out here just so you would go back home! And I don’t want you to go home like this, after what happened.” Troy looked away from me and dropped my wrists. “We still have to talk.” “Yeah, we do, Troy. Talk about how you had sex with me, your little sister, and then your “ex” girlfriend came over the next day. Talk about how you can afford a loft apartment in downtown Dallas when you’re a student. Talk about playing tennis on a Saturday morning – when did you start playing tennis? What the hell is going on, Troy?” I brushed my tears away angrily and backed away from him. “Your turn to talk now.” Troy paused. “Well, I don’t wanna sound rude, Cal, but I didn’t think you’d catch on this quick.” He sighed and sat down on the bed. “Put down the bags will ya? You’re making me nervous. I want you to stay, damn it. Will you stay if I try to explain this to you?” “I’ll consider it,” I said before sitting down grudgingly beside him. “You’re fucking beautiful, baby sister, you know that?” “Stop trying to butter me up,” I said. I was melting under his eyes anyway and I knew he could tell I was giving in. “I’m not trying to butter you up, little girl,” he whispered, leaning towards me to kiss my throat. “I’m trying to lube you up.” “Well we’ll talk about sex later. Tell me about this shit now, Troy,” I said threateningly. “Mmm how about sex now and talk later?” he asked, nibbling softly on my lower lip. “Troy…” I breathed. “Stop…” His hand slipped under my skirt and a finger slipped between the folds of my wet pussy. “I don’t think you want me to stop, little sister,” he smiled. He took his hand away from my skirt and pushed me gently back onto the bed. “Just a quickie, sweetheart.” He slipped his pants down and took out his cock, already engorged with blood and looking larger than it had last night. Pushing up my skirt roughly he slid deep inside me, making me shiver all over with the full feeling. He moved slowly at first, then more quickly as my breathing sped up and my pulse started to race. I could feel the tingling sensation move through my body, my nipples hardening and my eyes dilating. “Thinking… about your… girlfriend, Troy? Or…sorry… “ex” girlfriend…” I was panting as I said it, lashing out at him for hurting me this morning. “You fucking little bitch,” he growled, shoving himself deep inside me. I wanted it, I wanted him to hurt me and fuck me. I wanted the pain and the pleasure to mix like a swirled rainbow. “You like this, don’t you, you little slut,” he spit at me. “Like to see me angry at you, little girl. Well, I’m angry now, so take it, bitch! Tell me you like it.” “I… like it, big brother,” I whimpered. “I…want more…” “Ohh, Callie,” he groaned. “I mean it, baby, you’re the one for me, your pussy’s so fucking wet…” “Fuck me, Troy, come on! Harder. Fuck me harder. Come in me, baby.” “Ohhhh, yeah that’s it…. Take it! I’m coming baby, I’m coming…” He collapsed beside me when he finished, his cock slipping out of me quickly. I could feel his come leaking out of me onto the comforter below me. “Cal…I know we need to talk, baby,” he whispered, his hand reaching over to me and cupping my breast, playing with my nipple as he talked. “Troy…I love you. You know I do. But…I’m scared, I’m scared of the city and I’m scared of what’s going on with you. You’re hiding something, I know it. And I need to understand this if I’m going to stay here. And I need to know…about us. And what’s going to happen with us.” I turned my head to look at him and saw his eyes after sex – Troy has gorgeous eyes. I knew I wouldn’t leave, no matter what the secret was. But what was the secret? “Callie…I’m not giving you details, okay sweetheart? I don’t want you to know everything. Is that okay with you? Don’t press me afterwards.” “Okay,” I said cautiously. “Alright…this is how it goes. I’m still in school, so don’t worry about that. I mean, I’m not right now, because it’s summer. But I am still in school. And yeah, I have a lot more money than the average student. And…it’s because of Mom.” “What?” I said slowly. “You’ve talked to Mom?” “Callie, you’ve got to promise me you won’t tell Dad. Don’t tell anyone, Cal! Or it’s all over. For her, and for me. Don’t tell anyone.” “What do you mean, for her? When did you talk to her? Why didn’t she call me?” I was hurt and betrayed and sick all at the same time. I sat up and dropped my skirt to change. I wasn’t wearing a come-stained skirt all day. I dug into the bag next to me and pulled out a pair of capri pants. “Tell me what’s going on, Troy.” I said calmly. I wasn’t going to lose control again today. That’d be way too often in the past two days. “Okay…remember Mom’s road trip? To Los Angeles?” I nodded. She did that when I was twelve. What could that have to do with this situation almost eight years later? “Well she called when I was eighteen – you were thirteen. She got there alright. She’s a director for low-budget films. She brings in a nice chunk of change now. She made me promise to get you away from home as soon as I could but she couldn’t call there ever again. She was scared Dad was going to go looking for her or something. She’s got a trust fund set up for you, honey. I’ve been taking care of it for six years. There’s probably half a million dollars in that account now. You understand now? I met Sandy at one of the clubs in Dallas. Her daddy runs a country club somewhere in the suburbs. We dated for a bit but it’s been over for a year now. We’re still friends. Are you okay with all this?” “Yeah…sure…I’m just a little dazed, is all. I’ll be alright.” I sat back down and took a deep breath. “Half a million? She never called me. She never even called to say hello…” “Callie she calls here. That’s why she wanted you here, so she could talk to you again. There are some things you need to know later about Dad. Later. Right now we need to talk about us. Are you okay with this? I mean, seriously. Sandy knows you’re my sister…I shouldn’t have said that, damn it…but no one else in Dallas knows. I would love to be with you, sweetheart.” “And when you run into Sandy?” I glanced at Troy with a questioning look in my eyes. “I guess we’ll have to pretend to be ‘just’ brother and sister,” he smiled. “Look, honey, Dallas is still pretty ‘down home’. They won’t be too accepting of this relationship. Does that matter to you? It doesn’t matter to me. I love you, Cal.” I melted into Troy’s arms and leaned my head on his shoulder. “No, it doesn’t matter to me, either.” ***** Troy and I had sex again that afternoon. He took my shirt off slowly, exposing my tanned and naked breasts. It was the first time we had fucked completely naked in daylight, and I was a little self-conscious, particularly when I saw Troy’s muscular chest and arms. My nipples stood out as he removed my top and he leaned forward to nibble at them as I rode him. His cock fit in me perfectly, and I was amazed again at how good it felt to fuck my big brother. If God made human bodies, he made brother and sister to fit together, without a doubt. Troy was the only person I’d ever want to sleep with, and I knew he felt the same way about me. Our sex was slow, gentle, passionate. I don’t remember ever being licked so gently before. Troy’s tongue penetrated my hole and flicked over my clit like he’d been doing it his whole life. When I felt my release coming, I shuddered all over just as he slid his cock deep into me. Nothing would ever feel this good. “Troy?” I said softly as we lay on the bed, naked. “I want to go out, I want us to go out and be lovers for everyone to see.” “Sure, baby,” he grinned lazily. “Not today, though, okay hon? I’m just exhausted. And Mom said she was calling.” “Today, Mom’s calling today?” I sat bolt upright, my tangled hair dropping onto my breasts and back. “I can’t talk to her today, Troy. I’m just not prepared for that.” “Relax, baby, she’s only calling to see if you made it here okay. She won’t expect to talk to you yet. In fact, she won’t even expect you know yet. So don’t worry.” He reached up and pinched my nipple, letting his hand slide downward to my pussy. “God, I can’t get enough of you! I just want to keep fucking you.” “Um, that reminds me…” I said softly. “I think we’re safe, but we should probably start to use protection.” “You can’t mean you’re not on the pill.” Troy stared at me. “Well, I was, but when I had to quit my job last fall I had to stop. It didn’t matter then; I wasn’t sleeping with anyone. It’s probably okay, anyway.” “Probably.” Troy was obviously rattled. “You are not old enough to be a mother, yet, baby.” “Would you ever want to have children, Troy?” I asked timidly. “Well I’m just not thinking about kids, Cal,” he said, trying to smile. “I guess I’m thinking about a lot of other stuff. Finishing school. Getting a job.” “Yeah, I understand that.” I sighed. “I was thinking about applying to college for the fall, what do you think about that?” “I like to think about that idea. Making out with you on campus.” He squeezed my breast playfully. “Maybe fucking you behind the library stacks.” “Sucking your big cock at a frat party,” I whispered, reaching down to unzip his pants. “Like this,” I said softly, bending to take his cock in my mouth. He groaned as my lips slid past the head and down the shaft. I began to slide slowly up and down and he reached down to rest his hand gently on the back of my head. “God, Callie, that feels amazing,” he whispered. “Your mouth is so fucking warm…” “You like me sucking you off, big brother?” I asked. “You’re a very bad boy, making your baby sister do these things to you.” Might as well play the game as have the name, I thought. “Mmm yeah Callie, suck it,” he groaned. “Deeper, take it all.” “I’m just a little girl, Troy,” I whispered. “Your cock is too big for my mouth.” He reached down and grabbed my pants, pulling them down my legs. “Not too big for this little pussy though,” he said. “Look at how wet you are, little girl! Let me see you touch yourself again.” I reached down and slipped a finger inside my pussy, feeling the slick wetness. I flicked my forefinger over my clit and moaned softly. “Your little sister’s pussy needs your big cock,” I breathed, putting my finger in my mouth to lick the juices off. Troy growled and picked me up by my waist, depositing me on top of him. He slipped in easily, although we had fucked twice already. I just couldn’t stop lubricating for him! It felt amazing, sliding up and down him and fingering my sensitive clit. “God, big brother, I’m going to come all over your cock,” I panted. “Come for me, baby girl,” he groaned. And then – “Shit, Sandy!” To be continued…(feedback welcome! The Hidden Truth Ch. 03 “Sandy…Sandy, Jesus…I don’t know how to explain this to you…” Troy was groping for words as he pulled away from me. I quickly covered up with his comforter and stared wide eyed at the blonde in the doorway. “I should have known, Troy…your sister, right? You liar!” Sandy stormed out of the bedroom and headed for the door. “Sandy, wait! Please…let me explain this,” Troy yelled. He covered himself with a sheet, the material dragging behind him as he chased after her. “You’re right, she’s not my sister. Callie is my girlfriend from back home. Come on, San, we haven’t been together for over a year. Tell me you’re okay with seeing me with another woman!” “I don’t know Troy! I just don’t know. I mean I still have keys to your place…we still go out on the weekends…Christ, we were fucking up until a couple of weeks ago, and now this ‘girlfriend’ materializes out here…” I heard Sandy slump down on the couch, the tears heavy in her voice. I almost felt sorry for her – almost. I was too angry at Troy to be sorry for anyone. He lied to me about his relationship with her, just like I knew he did. They were a lot closer than he had told me. Christ, how many times was I going to be burned? I got up quietly and put on a pair of white cotton panties and a white tank. I deserved to be in on this conversation, and I was going to go tell Sandy a few things myself. “No more playtime, Troy,” I thought. “Sandy…I’m sorry…” I said softly from behind the couch. She whirled around to face me, her cheeks covered with greyish mascara lines. “I didn’t know anything about you, or I would have done something about this.” Troy looked tortured on the chair across from Sandy, and I almost gave in to his face, but Sandy’s obvious distress steeled my resolve. “He’s a dirtbag…I don’t know how either of us got involved with him,” I said pointedly, looking at Troy angrily. “He doesn’t deserve either of us. I’m going back to Georgia in the morning.” Troy’s head snapped up suddenly and he groaned. “Cal, would you get out of here for a minute please? I want to talk to Sandy alone,” he hissed. “Sorry, Troy… I think I have a right to be in on this,” I replied. “Troy…I’m sorry,” Sandy said softly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She looked childlike and very vulnerable, and suddenly I noticed how soft and beautiful she was beneath that princess exterior. “I have to leave now. I think you should have these back.” She handed him his keys gently, resignedly. “Sandy… it’s not you who should leave.” I said softly. “I should leave. I’m the one who doesn’t belong. Troy knows that…I know that. I’ve been fooling myself into thinking this could work, Troy. It will never work.” “No, Callie, don’t do this to me,” Troy’s eyes welled up with tears. “Please just go to the bedroom and wait for me. I can’t let you go, sweetheart, I can’t.” “Goodbye, Troy,” Sandy said. “Sandy, don’t leave,” I said urgently. “I told you this isn’t going to work, and that’s because Troy is my brother. I am his sister. I should be the one to leave, because this relationship shouldn’t be happening anyway.” “You…you fucked your sister,” Sandy breathed, a horrified look on her face. “You fucking pervert. Taking advantage of your sister. I can’t believe I was with you, I can’t believe I had sex with you…you…FREAK! You’re so dirty, I…” Troy grabbed her and kissed her, hard. “You liked every minute of it, Sandy, you know you did. Loved that your daddy didn’t know all the dirty things you could do. Especially with someone like me right? Someone who didn’t belong at the country club? Yeah, I fucked my sister. I’ll continue to fuck her. She’s my baby girl and I’ll love her more than I’ll ever love another woman. But you like that anyway. You don’t want me to love you, you just want me to fuck you. Don’t you!” “Troy…” she breathed, her eyes glassy and disoriented. “Stop it…” “Like hell I will. Stay here, and don’t move. I am going to talk to my sister. She can’t leave me now, Sandy, no matter how fucked up you think I am. I need her here. You aren’t going to ruin that for me, not you! Not ever.” I was a little in awe of my brother at that moment…nothing turned me on more than seeing him take control. Evidently Sandy felt the same way, because she sat on the couch obediently to await his return. I turned and followed Troy into the bedroom and waited for him to speak first. “Callie, Sandy knows now. There’s nothing we can do to change that. There’s also no reason for you to go back to that molesting son of a bitch in Georgia. So for God’s sake relax! I want you here. Mom wants you here. She’s going to come up to see us soon, don’t you want to see her? Please don’t leave me, Cal. I’ll die without you here, I know I will.” “Even with Sandy?” I spat. “You can see what Sandy is. She’s a mindless fuck buddy. She’ll do whatever I tell her to. I don’t want that. I want someone I can live with, work with, LOVE. I want you, little sister. I don’t care how sick that is. I want you.” Troy came over to the bed and sat down beside me. “I want your body beside me every night, your soft breath in my ear. Your warmth and smoothness. I want our children to have your beautiful hair. Please, Cal.” “Troy, there are so many reasons why this won’t work!! What about Mom? What do you think she would think? We can’t have children. I…I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, my whole world has changed in two days!” I started to cry and pushed him away when he moved to hold me. “You seem to think that we can all just adjust. We can move to accommodate you and Mom. But I haven’t talked to her in years. I feel like I’m getting to know you all over again. This is scary, I’m scared.” “I know…” he sighed. “I know, baby girl. I’m scared, too. I’m scared that Sandy’s out there planning ways to tell the whole world about us. I’m scared Dad’s going to find out where I live. I’m scared of a lot of things. But the one thing I’m not scared of is you. I’m not scared of us. Please believe me, Cal.” I sighed. “This is the last time, Troy,” I said. “Next time, I’m gone.” ***** Troy left the room and I heard him fucking Sandy on the couch. She kept screaming at him that he was sick and perverted, fucking her with his incestuous cock. I peeked around the door frame and saw her sexy breasts heaving as she rode him. “What is happening to me?” I thought. “Now I want to fuck a woman?” But the thought of licking Sandy’s tiny pink slit turned me on so much that I masturbated while she had sex with my brother. I imagined what it looked like – Troy’s huge cock going into her… imagined her pussy. She was probably waxed bare – she was that kind of girl. Her breasts were on the larger side and she had extremely sexy pink nipples. Her skin was tanned and soft. I imagined the scent of her pussy, the sensation of her wetness on my tongue. When I orgasmed, I whispered her name softly. “Sandy…” Troy walked in the room as I was falling asleep. The sun was setting and Sandy had evidently gone home. My pussy felt bruised from all the use it had gotten and I hoped he didn’t plan on having sex with me after he slept with his ex-girlfriend. I couldn’t take another round. “Cal, you awake?” he asked softly. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled. “She’s gone…she wants to come back.” “Come back when,” I said softly. “I don’t know… with me. And with you. She thinks you’re beautiful, Callie-girl.” I was quiet for a moment. “I’ll think about it, okay, Troy?” “Okay. No need to rush.” The phone rang suddenly, the jangling startling me fully awake. Troy answered on the second ring. “Hello? Oh, hi.” I looked at him questioningly and by his eyes saw that it was our mother. My heart beat rapidly and I could feel my chest hurting painfully. “Yeah, she’s here. No, she doesn’t know yet. She’s going to college this fall, I think.” He paused. “No, I haven’t told her about that yet. I don’t want to. He tried…” his jaw tightened. “He tried to touch her. No, she says only that one time. He didn’t do anything, I…I stopped him. Yeah, he was drunk. Okay. Okay I will, Mom. Love you too. Bye.” “What the fuck, Troy,” I said accusingly after he hung up. “What don’t I know?” “Relax, Cal, I told you there were things I didn’t want to tell you yet.” “Well you’re telling me now,” I said harshly. He sighed. “Okay, but it’s not pleasant,” he stopped. “I’m not looking for pleasant. I want the truth.” “All right…you’re not the first person Dad…touched. Not the first family member,” he corrected himself. “What do you mean? Did he touch you?” I was furious. “No, Cal…don’t jump to conclusions, please! Mom is… his daughter. Okay? He forced his daughter to have children by him. We’re those children. Are you happy now?” Troy looked pained and unhappy. “Oh my God…” I whispered. “That’s why Mom doesn’t want him to find her. She won’t go back to that either. I…I don’t know what to think. I can’t believe I was going to go back there! What would he have done to me if you weren’t there, Troy?” I started crying. “God, he’s a sick bastard to keep her there… against her will…” I was sobbing. “Sssh, Cal…” Troy held me. “We’re okay, I’m here for you. We’re all okay.” “What if it’s hereditary?” I asked suddenly. “What if what we’re…doing… is hereditary? What if we got it from him??” “No, Cal…we love each other. It’s different, I promise. I love you.” “God, Troy, my whole life has been a lie.” “I know, baby. I know. I’m here now though, I’ll only tell you the truth, I promise you. I’ll keep you safe with me, baby.” I leaned my head on my brother’s shoulder and felt his warm, naked skin beneath my cheek. Troy would keep me safe and warm and satisfied. Screw the world, I had my brother. ***** Troy and I fell asleep together that night in his bed…our bed. I loved hearing him snore softly beside me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I knew I was falling in love with my brother, and that feeling has to be the scariest feeling ever! I’m not the type of girl to just give in…and here I was giving in to my brother, of all people. Sex was suddenly the only thing I thought about. Halfway through the night I woke beside Troy and saw his naked body in the moonlight that poured in through the window. An irresistible urge suddenly overcame me, and I knew that I had to suck his cock while he slept. I knelt down in front of him and stroked his member softly until it reached its maximum hardness. Troy hadn’t awakened yet, and I knew if I played my cards right he might not wake at all. I was careful to be quiet, and I knelt forward to take the head into my mouth. He felt warm, soft and hard all at the same time, and he tasted like salted butter. It was all I could do not to groan on his dick, but I managed to keep it to a low moan, and when I looked up Troy hadn’t stirred. I started moving up and down on his cock, keeping my rhythm slow at first and using my hand to stimulate his balls. His breathing was a little heavier but I didn’t notice him waking. I wanted him to stay asleep, because I wanted him to come all over himself and then wonder what happened in the morning. I liked this feeling of power and control that I knew I had over my big brother. Especially after all those years of him having control over me. Troy moaned softly and I saw him becoming slightly restless. I slowed my pace down – I’d been getting a little excited – and sucked in a ragged breath. His chest was rising rapidly now, and I heard him give a small whimper when I noticed his balls tighten. I pulled my mouth off him as fast as I could, but the first spray hit my face dead on. The second spray landed on his stomach and the rest quickly followed. I allowed myself a small giggle and then quietly got up to clean myself off. After all that, my pussy was in dire need of some attention. I walked into the living room, still wearing only my white tank and panties, and sat down on the couch to watch downtown Dallas. It was about three in the morning and I knew Troy would be sleeping for at least another five hours. I was no longer tired and I loved that time of night. All of a sudden I heard a very soft knock at the door. I was terrified and wondered quickly if I should get Troy. I walked silently in my bare feet to the door, peeking through the peephole before breathing a sigh of relief. It was Sandy, and she obviously needed a place to crash. I opened the door quickly and ushered her in. “Sandy?” I whispered. “What’s going on?” “You mind if I spend the night, Callie?” she whispered back. “I…my dad…we’re fighting.” “Sure, no problem, honey. Let me get you a blanket. You need some PJ’s?” “Yeah, thanks,” she smiled weakly. “Did I wake you up?” “No, I was awake,” I said. “Troy sleeps like the dead but I like the night.” “I do, too,” she said softly. “You want to sit up with me for awhile?” “Sure,” I smiled. I snuggled up close to her under the blanket I’d brought. Sandy was wearing a pyjama top I loaned her – a button down black satin shirt. I had seen her black panties as she changed and my pussy was warm and wet thinking about her. She had blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back and very clear, slightly tanned skin. I hadn’t caught the colour of her eyes but I thought they were probably blue. We were exact opposites – she the blonde wearing black, and I the brunette in white. I felt self-conscious against her, but she leaned her head on my shoulder and suddenly self-consciousness didn’t matter. “Callie?” she whispered. “Yes,” I replied huskily. She turned her head towards my own and then our lips were touching, hers soft and warm and inviting, like a woman’s lips should always be, and mine uncertain and clumsy. I felt my heart fluttering the way it had with Troy the first time, only this was more sensual and beautiful than Troy and I had been. Sandy was obviously aware of how to make love to a woman…her fingers slowly entwined in my hair, her eyes open and gentle. She took the lead effortlessly, her hand moving slowly to cup my breast, her eyes asking permission to take this further. I was scared and excited, and was more than happy to make love to her. She was beautiful, soft, caring. Sandy slipped a hand under my tank top and squeezed gently on my breast, causing my nipple to harden to a point. I shivered a little under her fingers. She slid a hand down my stomach as we continued to kiss, my tongue flicking over her teeth, and she slid her fingers under the band of my panties. My pussy was so wet that the panties were soaked through anyway, and when her middle finger dipped into my hole I moaned into her mouth. “Do you like that?” she whispered. Her finger crept to her mouth and she licked it clean of my juices, causing me to feel dizzy and hot. “Yes,” I whispered back breathlessly. “Do you want my tongue inside you, Callie?” she breathed. “Oh, God,” I moaned. She helped me pull down my panties to expose my pussy to the silent night air in the apartment. Pushing me gently against the corner of the sofa she leaned forward and flicked her tongue ever so lightly against my folds. “God, Sandy,” I hissed. “That feels…amazing…” “I know,” she smiled. She buried her face between my legs and for the next ten or fifteen minutes I knew a pleasure I had never known before in my life. Her tongue knew all my sensitive spots…her lips caressed my clit. “San…Sandy I’m going to come…OH God…” “Come for me, baby,” she whispered. “Come all over my tongue.” “MMmm!!” I muffled my orgasm into a pillow, my breath coming rapidly. “Oh, Jesus, that was amazing,” I breathed. “Thank you, doll,” she said softly, sliding up my body to kiss me. It wasn’t the first time I’d tasted my own pussy juices but mixed with the taste of her mouth it was heaven. I knew suddenly I wanted to return the favour. “Let me lick you, Sandy,” I whispered. “Teach me.” Her hand went eagerly to the back of my head, her legs spread open for me. Her panties were wet with her desire and I could smell her already. She had a warm scent… like vanilla. I tried to move slowly, tried to make this as enjoyable as possible for her…but it was torture. I just wanted to rip her panties off and bury my tongue deep inside her. I knelt in front of her and touched her pussy gently, feeling another woman for the first time. She felt warm and wet, and her scent was sweet and intoxicating. I looked into her eyes and saw the same lust and anticipation I had so recently felt in my own, and I leaned forward and licked deep into her slit. “Ooh, Callie, that’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Suck on my clit, sweetheart.” I took her clit into my mouth, a hard/soft combination that made it delicious. She tasted tangy and sexy and sweet, like I imagined a virgin would taste. Her moans pushed me on; I loved her taste and the feel of her warmth and wetness in my mouth. I licked furiously, pushing deep into her hole, paying close attention to her breathing and her reactions. “Callie, baby, I’m…going…to…COME, oh, that’s it baby…I’m coming for you, I’m…” her voice broke off and I saw her tighten up, felt her pussy muscles clench and release. I sat back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, foolishly, like a child, and waited for her to speak again. “That was amazing, sweetie,” she breathed. “You’re a wonderful lover.” “I agree,” said a voice from the doorway. We looked up and saw that Troy had been watching, for how long neither of us knew. “Hi, baby,” Sandy said lazily. “Hope you don’t mind I stole your lover.” “Not at all, as long as you plan to let me join in occasionally,” Troy smiled. “Did we wake you up?” I asked, still a little embarrassed to be ‘caught’ like this by my brother. I mean, sure, Troy and I were hardly the average brother-and-sister anymore – but old habits die hard, and it was still strange to have him walk in on me having sex. “Yeah, you did,” he paused. “But there’s nothing better than waking up to a sight like this.” I blushed. It was still hard to realize that Troy found me so attractive. “Sandy needs to spend the night…I’m assuming that’s going to be okay?” “It’s your place too, baby girl,” Troy answered. “But no, I don’t mind. Stay as long as you want. Daddy on your case again?” He walked into the open kitchen and cracked a beer. “Yeah,” she replied. “I know I should just move out, but you know how it is.” “Sure,” he grinned. “Don’t exactly want to try living a ‘lesser’ lifestyle.” “It’s not that,” she smiled. “He wants me to get married…and unless I get married, he doesn’t want me moving out. So technically, I’m stuck there if I want to remain in the family.” “So get married,” Troy said flippantly. “Oh, sure,” she laughed. “I suppose you have someone all lined up?” “Give me a year or two,” he smiled. “We’ll see how things go.” He looked at me pointedly. “Callie and I will never have a normal relationship again…but I would like to have her stay with me without attracting attention. You two are obviously lovers. It would be doing us both a favour for you and I to get married. Callie can stay with us. Any children will be passed off as ours.” Sandy thought about it for a moment. “Well…if things keep on the way they have been the past day or so, we’ll talk,” she laughed. I grinned. Sure, might not be the most normal lifestyle, but I was hardly a candidate for that at this point. This crazy idea just might work.