7 comments/ 125754 views/ 16 favorites The Simple Truth Ch. 01 By: Fflow The simple truth was that I needed to get off. It was no big deal to wander into the laundry room and snag a pair of panties from the hamper. I didn't look closely, but they could have been my mother's, or my sister's. Hell! I didn't care. My father was on the golf course with his buddies, my sister was at the mall with her friends from the local community college, and my mom was visiting her mom for a week. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Taking a tape from my secret stash of porn hidden under my bed, I wandered into the living room and slid it into the VCR. The leather couch was cool, and I reached into my sweats to adjust my cock. The movie flashed onto the big screen TV and there, in front of me, were three hot cheerleaders getting gangbanged by the football team. I loved this one, being on my high school team for the last three years. With my free hand I held the panties to my face, inhaling their sweet scent. They were fairly scanty, and I guessed that they belonged to Jessica, my sister. As I watched the hot action unfold on the TV, the scent of Jessie's pussy made me think of her hot little body. Even though she was two years older than me, she was always my little sister. She's 5'6", petite, with soft chestnut hair that falls in natural curls around her pale face. Bright green eyes, high cheekbones, and a dazzling smile all add to her beauty. She's a part time aerobics instructor at the local gym and, although she doesn't have an ounce of fat on her, she has a sweet round ass, and cupcake breasts to die for. Let me just say that friends of mine moan and bite their hands when they see her. She's a fox. Words, however, don't do her justice. I'm not so bad myself. Three years of football training have given me a well-toned body, with lots of muscle definition. Also, like my sister, I have a fair dose of natural good looks, with the same wavy brown hair and green eyes. I'm a bit taller, though, standing 6'2" in my bare feet. So, there I was, shirt open, cock in hand, Jessie's panties shoved into my face, watching porn, when in she walks. Worse, her best friend Maggie is with her. It takes them all of three seconds to figure out the scene in front of them and they bust out laughing. Me? I'm scrambling to hide the panties. Too late, though. Maggie spots them. "Oh my God, Jessie!! Your pervo brother is sniffing your undies!" Jessica swiveled on her heel, grabbing Maggie roughly by the arm and pushing her against the open door. "My brother is NOT a pervo!!" Honestly, I'd never seen my sister act this way before. Her emerald eyes ablaze, she seemed like a lioness defending her cubs or something. Through clenched teeth she hissed, "maybe you'd better leave." Maggie, shaking her head, walked out muttering, "what....ever!" With Maggie gone, and the door closed, she came to me. My cock had long since gone soft but I'd forgotten to stop the tape playing in the VCR. As she knelt by the couch, she slid one cool hand over my chest and belly, tracing the curves of my 6-pack abs. "You know, little brother, you're awfully cute." I fumbled around, looking for the remote to stop the grunts and moans emanating from the TV. She grabbed my hand, though, stopping me. "Leave it on, Chris. Its actually kinda sexy!" She plucked the panties from my hand and held them to her nose. "Mmm. I never knew how good I smelled until just now." I was blushing terribly and, even worse, my cock was beginning to harden again. "Jessica, I'm really sorry." I felt like a total heel. "Don't be silly, silly," she said, smiling warmly at me as she caressed my chest, her hand slipping lower, toward my belly, dangerously close to the top of my sweats that, if truth be told, were not fastened very tightly. Her eyes met mine, and I felt like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming diesel truck. "You know, Chris," she said, pausing to bite her lip pensively, "seeing you like that, and knowing you were smelling me, well..." Again, she bit her lip, her eyes wandering off into some imagined scenario. I couldn't stand it. "Well what???" Again, her eyes met mine. "Well, it was kinda hot." There it was. She'd gone and said it. Without any help from me, my cock began to harden in earnest who, frankly, wasn't very happy about it. But seriously, my erection was hard to miss. There it was, tenting my sweats, my sister literally just mere inches from it and her the object of my fevered imaginings. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. "Hot, you say? Well... I'm feeling rather warm myself!" Oh my god what a fucking moron. I can't believe I just let those words escape from my lips. But she laughed. It was not a mocking laugh, nor was it a pitiful laugh. It was the one laugh that I never thought to hear. It was the "Oh yeah, I know that feeling" laugh. Her eyes locked with mine, she lifted her hand from my belly, extended a single slender finger and, ever so gently, traced the outline of my hard cock from its base to its tip. It throbbed involuntarily at her touch, making her gasp in surprise. "I wish I could see it." My throat was parched. It felt like I'd walked a desert mile in the noonday sun. "See it?" A big grin crossed her face. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine," she breathed, her cheeks flushing pink, either with embarrassment or desire. My mind spinning, I raised my hips, pushed my sweats down, and there it was. My cock. It, like me, was slender and tall. I'd once measured it: Five inches around, and 9 inches long. Her reaction was immediate. The color in her cheeks deepened, she licked her lips and, without a moment's thought, reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft. "Damn, bro! You've got a real beauty!" She surprised me by releasing my cock and standing. At first I thought she'd chickened out and was going to make a hasty retreat to her room but, to the contrary, she began unbuttoning her silky white top, which slid easily off of her pale shoulders. I'd never seen a more beautiful bra. It was lacy, frilly, and sexy all at the same time. Mostly white, with a bit of lavender trim. She then reached behind her, sliding the zipper down on her skirt, which dropped to the floor, revealing matching panties. From my point of view, she stood above me like a goddess. My eyes drank her in, and I couldn't help but notice the wet spot on her panties. She stepped out of her heels and sat on the edge of the couch, her hip touching my thigh. "All my college girlfriends think you're a hunk, Chris." Her eyes swept quickly over my naked body. "All of them want to fuck you." She leaned forward, her soft hair caressing my belly as she planted a kiss on my twitching dickhead. My body arched involuntarily, my fingers gripping the cushions as her soft moist lips drew me into the warmth of her mouth. "Oh fuck," I cried, trying desperately not to cum. She did not relent. Her soft lips encircled my shaft, her tongue sweeping maddeningly around my sensitive glans. Before I knew what was happening, I began to cum. My whole body began to twitch and tremble and, somewhere off in the distance I could hear someone screaming. It felt like a long, thick, slippery rope was tied to my spinal cord and she was sucking it out through my dick. As the spasms began to fade my sister gently released me with a soft popping sound. She's swallowed every drop but one that clung to the corner of her wickedly smiling lips. As I lay there gasping like a fish out of water, she moved up and kissed me. I didn't even freak as I tasted the salty funk of my own cum on her tongue. I just kissed her back, pulling her to me, holding her close, not wanting the moment to end. Our lips melded together into one long soul kiss and, honestly, I never felt more happy or at peace. Despite using her for the occasional jerk-off fantasy, I'd always adored my sister and held her in the highest regard. She wasn't like some girls who treat their brothers like shit. In fact, Maggie's brother Matt was always complaining about how mean she was to him. Jessica was always there for me, and I loved her for it. After kissing for what felt like hours, she pulled back, still smiling. "So, little brother, do you want to help your big sister out of her panties?" She stood, moving close to me, and my hands shook as they reached out to tug her undies down over her curvy hips. I couldn't help but gasp as I saw her mound, clean-shaven except for a landing strip of fuzz just above her wet, pink lips. She stepped out of them as they hit the floor and reached down to pull me up. "I want you to eat me," she said, kneeling on the couch, her head resting on the back of it. I knelt behind her, her ass and pussy spread open before me, and I pressed my face into her steamy cunt. Now, I'm no rookie when it comes to eating pussy. In fact, my first girlfriend made it her mission to train me in its finer points. So, there I was, my nose pressed to her sweet smelling rosebud, my tongue dipping into her weeping pussy, and sweeping lower to circle around her swollen clit. I gripped her hips, pulling her back against my face, occasionally reaching up beneath her to gently knead the soft flesh of this or that hanging breast. Frustrated by her bra, I pushed it up, releasing her tits and hard nipples. Her pussy was gushing. I could hear her breathing become labored, her gasps of pleasure becoming louder, and faster. She began to moan and sob. "Oh God, bro! Oh shit, Chris! Don't you fucking stop! Eat my pussy! I'm gunna cum!" I was tempted to increase the tempo of my licks but my teacher always told me, "if its working, don't get creative. Just keep at it." Well, she was right, of course, so I kept at it and, before I knew it, Jessie was screaming my name, gripping the sofa, and otherwise cumming her brains out. Before she could regain her senses, I stood and gripped her hips again, aiming my still hard cock toward her spasming cunt. I just pushed right in, all 9 inches deep into her body, and was gripped by the velvety glove of her soft, warm, tight, pussy. Having cum once, I knew that I could last for a while and so began a slow, deep fuck. I made sure that each stroke went in deep, touching the hidden recesses of her womb. For a split second I feared she might balk at the idea of her own brother fucking her. After all, a little head is one thing. Even amongst siblings, oral sex could be forgiven. Fucking, on the other hand, was crossing a clearly drawn line into the world of incest. There was no way around it. I was fucking my sister. "Oh shit, Chris! I love your cock! Fuck me harder, bro!" Her body shook with each powerful thrust, our bodies slapping together noisily. I gazed down at the beautiful curve of her back, her auburn locks obscuring her face. Slowly, I pulled out. "Jessie, I want to look into your eyes as we fuck." Without saying a word, she flipped herself over, lying back onto the couch. I moved forward, lifting her legs and resting her heels on my shoulder. Reaching down, I pressed my cockhead to the mouth of her pussy and pushed it in. Our eyes were locked as I sank into her, and watched with pleasure as her lips formed a perfect "O", and a low moan escaped her lips. Once again, our bodies began to slap together, my hips moving faster and faster, driving my shaft into her clenching depths. "Oh, fuck, sis," I moaned, "your tight little cunt is so hot." I could tell that my sex talk turned her on even more. "Yes, bro, fuck your sister with that big hard cock of yours!" Her face was flushed, and damp with perspiration. "That's it, Chris! Slam your hard cock deep into my cunt!" Despite the difference in our heights, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. My hips were moving faster now, and I could see Jessie's sweet face begin to contort into a mask of orgasmic pleasure. I knew that, as soon as she began to cum, I'd cum too. Suddenly, her whole body went rigid, and she gripped my shoulders, driving her fingernails into my flesh. A stream of incoherent words erupted from her lips. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping me and, in a few more strokes my own orgasm overtook me, sending wave after wave of hot sperm into my sister's upturned pussy. We lay together, gasping and sweaty, holding each other and kissing softly. The afterglow was intense, and my feelings of love and admiration for Jessica blossomed in a way I'd never imagined possible. We gazed into each other's eyes, smiling, almost giddy. We kissed and kissed and, at some point, the endorphins caught up with us and we both drifted off to sleep, still entangled. The Simple Truth Ch. 02 I awoke, startled, to an unfamiliar sound. I couldn't tell if minutes or hours had passed since my sister, Jessica, and I had drifted off in a post-orgasmic haze. Groggy from the flood of endorphins pumped into my blood stream, I rubbed my eyes, gazing down at my still sleeping sister, her beautiful face framed by her soft brown locks. Her skin, once flushed, seemed pale now, almost translucent. I couldn't help but marvel at her lithe form, the curve of her hip, the gentle swell of her belly. My reverie, however, was interrupted by the source of the sound that woke me. A camera. There, standing in the doorway, was Jessica's best friend, Maggie. "I always keep a camera in my car, pervo!" She snapped another picture. Her voice roused Jessica and, sitting up, she let out a quiet gasp at the realization that we were totally busted. "Maggie, I…" Whatever excuse Jessica was formulating evaporated. I could see her mind exploring the various alternatives. "Ok, Maggie. You caught me fucking Chris. What are you going to do about it?" "I watched the whole sick scene through the window, until I remembered that I had my camera." Looking at the small plastic window on top of the disposable camera, she continued, "I can't believe I burned through a whole roll!" "Maggie, what do you want?" My sister was not amused, and her voice was flat, failing to restrain her obvious anger. "You'd think that someone in your position would want to be a bit nicer to the person with the camera." Maggie waved the yellow box teasingly. I stood, casually, and gestured toward the couch. "Maggie, come on over, sit down between us, and let's talk this out." Jessica patted the cushion next to her. Slowly, obviously suspicious, Maggie made her way over and sat. I followed suit, sandwiching her between my naked sister and my naked self. My hip pressed hers, and my arm slid around her shoulder. Leaning close, I almost whispered, "Maggie, there's got to be something you want." Jessica, following suit, began to slide her slender fingers up and down Maggie's bare thigh, her short skirt having ridden up a bit. "I know you've always wanted me to do stuff with you. Maybe this is your chance!" I could feel Maggie's temperature begin to rise. "Yeah, Maggie. Jessie is a really good fuck and, not to brag, but I'm not so bad myself!" I flexed a bicep for her, trying to impress her. "They don't call me a tight end for nothing!" Jessica looked at me, and burst out laughing. Maggie, her head turning back and forth between us, began to laugh as well. The whole thing was so stupid. I started laughing too. Maggie, in the midst of our hysterics, began to strip. I have to confess that, in all my solo jerk-off sessions, Maggie played a starring roll. She and Jessica had been best friends since they were in the fourth grade. Like Jessica, she had dark hair but there the similarities ended. Maggie was a Mediterranean beauty, with dark eyes, olive skin, and a curvaceous body. Where Jessie was slender, Maggie was meaty. Not that she was fat. Her body was just as tight as my sister's, but this baby had back, if you know what I mean. (Imagine a young Carmen Electra!) I watched with great pleasure as she stripped. I'd seen her in a bikini several times at the beach, and at the summer pool parties our friends had. As she removed her bra, I was treated to the site of two luscious breasts, full and high, tipped with nipples like pencil erasers. They stood out, erect, and my mouth began to water as I imagined tasting them. Without waiting for an invitation, I leaned over and drew a nipple into my mouth, holding it gently between my teeth, sending my tongue skipping over it. Not batting an eye, Jessie joined me, taking Maggie's other breast into her mouth, sucking on it in time with me. As Maggie pushed her skirt and panties down her legs, we moved with her, not once releasing her from our lips. Suddenly, Maggie was just as naked as we were, and my hands began to move over her body, tracing curves, sliding gently over her soft, warm skin. My eyes met Jessie's and, somehow, we moved together, guiding Maggie back onto the couch, laying her down, Jessie moving lower to spread her thighs, kissing her belly, kissing her mound. I watched in amazement as my sister went down on her best friend. I wasn't sure if she'd done this before, and I certainly wasn't going to ask just then but, from Maggie's reaction, Jessie was doing just fine. I was tempted to sit back and enjoy the show but I didn't want to make Jessica do all the work. I moved up, pressing my lips to Maggie's, letting her taste Jessie on me. Kissing her passionately, I supported her head with one hand, the other moving back and forth between her turgid nipples. Maggie seemed to be enjoying our attention and I could feel her body begin to move of its own accord, writhing and gyrating. Moaning softly, Maggie's copious juices flooded Jessie's face as she drove her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. Just then, we both stopped. A terrible look of desperate panic crossed Maggie's face. Stuck on the precipice of release and not able to get off, her body twitched involuntarily. Jessie, grabbing the camera, snapped the last picture just as Maggie plunged her fingers into her own pussy. Before the flash had faded, I grabbed Maggie's hands, pulling them away. Moving between her thighs, I gazed down at the swollen pink folds of her wet cunt, my cock pressing between them, slowly forcing its way into her tight channel. The walls of her pussy were like butter, spreading around my hard cock as it pushed deeper into her tight young body. As our bodies met, she came. Her fingers gripped my forearms, her nails digging into my flesh. Her eyes flew open, and she cried out, "Oooooohhhhh fuck me, Chris!" Without waiting for a second invitation, I began to pound her hard, jack hammering my shaft into her body. While my experience with Jessie was tender, this was raw. I fucked her as hard as I could, feeling the pleasure wash over me like waves breaking on the shore. Having released so recently, my urge to cum was subdued and, instead of focusing on my own pleasure, I just concentrated on fucking Maggie senseless. Our bodies slapped together wetly and I could tell that she was cumming almost continually. She tried valiantly to match me, raising her hips to meet each thrust but, eventually, she simply gave up and accepted the onslaught. Jessie, through all this, was watching us closely. Her fingers kneaded Maggie's breasts, twisting and teasing her nipples. Occasionally, she'd lean over and suck on one, getting it wet with her spit. After a while, she placed her hand on my stomach and stopped my thrusts. "I've got another idea, Chris." I pulled out, my cock glistening with Maggie's juices. Jessica helped Maggie to turn over, onto her hands and knees. Sitting precariously on the couch armrest, Jessie positioned herself in front of Maggie, spreading her thighs and pulling Maggie's head to her juicy pussy. Faced with Maggie's pussy and ass, I decided to try something new. I'd always loved the idea of ass fucking, and my video collection was full of anal scenes, but I'd never had the chance to try it myself. I spread Maggie's ass cheeks, letting my shaft slide up and down between them. That, alone, felt fantastic. With each stroke I let my cock head slip a little lower. Her ass was soaked with her juices, and I felt little friction as I rubbed myself against her. Finally, my cock head found the crevice of her asshole, and I began to press myself against it, gripping her hips tightly. Just then, Jessica reached down to grip Maggie's hair, pulling her tightly against her wet cunt. Although she moaned in protest, I did not relent, and pushed harder, feeling her tight ass begin to open under the pressure of my onslaught. "Goddam, Maggie, I've always wanted to fuck your hot little ass!" I raised one hand and brought it down hard onto her upturned ass cheek. The sound surprised me, a resounding "SMACK!" and I watched in awe as her skin began to redden. Gripping both hips again, I pushed harder, driving inch after inch of cock into her guts. Jessica, struck with inspiration, released Maggie's head. She, somehow, slid beneath her so they were in the classic 69 position. Her face was positioned just below me now, and she could see my shaft drive into Maggie's ass as she licked her pussy, and my balls. Maggie, presented with my sister's freshly fucked pussy, did not hesitate to feast on it as I began to thrust into her ass even harder. "That's it, Maggie! You like my cock in your tight ass, don't you?" Our bodies slapped together. "Suck on Jessie's cunt, you hot little slut!" I don't know why I was talking so crudely but, since her little camera stunt, I couldn't help but feel angry, and betrayed. Still, with her ass wrapped tightly around my shaft, I began to feel the familiar feeling of my orgasm beginning to rise. I picked up the pace, really fucking her hard and fast, not caring about her pleasure at all, just wanting the release that was waiting for me. Here it was. I could feel the cum rising, almost painfully, from inside my balls. Just as it was about to spray into her ass, I pulled out and pumped my hot cum onto my sister's sweet face. Jessie reached up, grabbing my shaft, smearing my cum all over her face. To my utter amazement, she then opened her lips and sucked me into her mouth, her tongue and lips drawing out the last of my orgasmic flow. Pushing Maggie out of the way, I leaned down and kissed Jessica, tasting my own cum, and Maggie's ass and pussy. All of us equally spent, we tumbled onto the floor, panting and gasping. I kissed Maggie, and she kissed me back with a passion that surprised me. "I thought you might be sore at me, Maggie," I said, almost shyly. "My ass is sore, Chris, but that was the best fuck I've ever had!" She leaned over to kiss me again. "I've always wanted to try anal." I could feel myself blushing. "I'm glad my first time was with you." "I've never wanted to try it but, now that I have, I think I might be hooked!" Turning to Jessica, Maggie continued, "Now I see why you wanted to fuck your pervo brother! He's a hunk!" We all laughed as we made our way to the shower. The Simple Truth Ch. 03 We stared at the note. "Dear Kids, Running to Costco for supplies. Found the camera on the couch and saw that it was used up, so I'll get it processed for you. Be back with prints and dinner in an hour or so. Love, Dad." I felt like I was going to faint. Jessica looked white. Maggie was blushing a deep red. "I am so sorry..." "We have to think!" Jessica was trembling as she spoke. Slipping my hand into the pocket of my pants, I pulled out my cel phone and dialed my father's number. "Hey, Dad! Um... Listen, that camera you grabbed actually isn't ours. It's Maggie's. Just bring it back and we'll get it to her. Thanks! See you soon!" I clicked off. "I left a message." We stood there, wondering what would happen. The minutes crawled by. Every car that drove down the street sent us leaping to our feet, pressing our faces to the front window. Finally, right on time, our father eased his Volvo wagon into the driveway. We all tried to act cool, tried not to reveal our worry. He came in, still dressed in his corporate business attire, toting a number of bags. We all leapt up, taking them from him and bringing them to the table. "Chris, I got your message but I'd already dropped the camera off." Jessica looked pale, and I could feel myself blushing. Reaching into a bag, he pulled out an envelope of prints and tossed it to Maggie. "Here you go. I hope I didn't screw anything up for you!" "Oh, no, sir. Thanks. I appreciate it." Maggie stood, moving toward the door. "Sorry I can't stay for dinner, but I'll call you later Jessie!" "Ok. Say hi to your Mom!" I could tell that Jessica was relieved to see the pictures were leaving, safe with Maggie. Dinner was uneventful, and we chatted happily with dad, asking about his day, him asking about ours. Of course, we didn't mention any of the torrid goings on. Finally, when dinner was done and everything was put away, we went down to the basement to call Maggie. She answered right away. "I looked at the pictures. Some of them are really hot! There's one where Chris is all blurry because he's fucking you so hard." "What about the one of you, Maggie?" "I look like such a horny slut, shoving my fingers into my snatch like that! Wait a minute, ok?" There was a long pause. "I think we have a problem, guys." At that moment, our world came crashing down around us. Turns out that the package had the negatives, and one set of prints. The writing on the outside of the envelope showed an order for one set of prints. The cash register receipt, taped to the outside, showed that Dad had paid for two sets of prints. "We're totally fucked." I said this matter-of-factly. "The only thing I can't figure out is why he's not busted us yet." Days dragged on, and Jessie and I were nervous wrecks. Both of us, having had a taste of the pleasures we could share, ached for more but, given the current circumstances, we both were too scared to try anything. The following Tuesday Jessie and I met with Maggie and, for the first time, saw the pictures. Most of them were blurry, or at least suffered from window reflections. The last few, when Maggie had stood mere feet from our naked rutting, were crystal clear. Driving home, I felt flushed and almost sick. Neither of us spoke until we were back home, sitting on the couch where, just a few days before, we shared such pleasure. "What's he thinking," mused Jessica. "Why would he keep a set of prints and not bust us?" "Maybe he's waiting until you run for president, Jessie," I joked. She didn't look at all amused. "Chris! Seriously! What is he doing with those pictures?" We decided to snoop. We were raised to respect the privacy of others and it was with no small measure of discomfort that I eased my father's desk drawer open. His basement office, once completely out of bounds for both of us, was his private haven, his place to escape from the frenzy of sleep-overs, parties, and other noisy goings on. The room had all the usual office necessities: A screaming computer with all the peripherals, a shredder, and a small bar. I carefully peered into each desk drawer, even checking out the contents of every hanging file folder. Nothing. Somewhat dejected, I hung my head. Looking down, I saw a Costco photo envelope in the trash can. "Jessie! Come Quick! I found something!" She came bounding down the stairs, her chestnut hair fanning out around her head. She'd dressed for work, teaching a step class at the local gym. Her body was gripped by lycra and spandex and, but for a thin layer of material, looked all but naked. She walked around the desk, leaning over me to look where I was pointing. "Shit, Chris. That's it." She reached down and plucked it up. It was empty. "He had them here. What would he do with them?" Our eyes began darting around the room. I went to the bar and looked in the fridge. Nothing notable there. "Chris! Check this out!" Jessie was kneeling down next to the shredder. "Look there." I followed her finger and, sure enough, there were the remains of the second set of prints.