35 comments/ 90572 views/ 150 favorites This Fucking Paper By: clearwinston "So, why is it illegal?" she asked. The whole class turned and looked at her as if it was the stupidest question in the world. Some snickered and a couple muttered something, but nothing she could clearly hear. "Excuse me?" asked the professor. "What was that?" "I said, why is it illegal? I mean, I understand little kids and everything, you know, sexual abuse. But what if they are consenting adults? You know, like grown kids or something?" More snickers, a little louder this time. She didn't waver; she was just asking the question. She raised her eyebrow, looking at the professor, who was looking down at her podium for a moment. She looked up and stepped around the podium and began doing what she loved to do as a professor. She didn't like lecture, but she loved to discuss things with her students. "If you're asking from a legal perspective, you will have to ask a law professor," she smiled. "If you want to know from a perspective of genetics and potential birth defects, you will need to speak to someone in the medical department. But," she emphasized, "If you want to look at things from a psychological perspective, well. . ." she held her arms out to the side. "Here we are." The entire class shifted to look up and back at the young redhead who was about halfway back, and near the end of the row in the large auditorium. Aubrey pulled her glasses off and set them on the keyboard of her open laptop, since she wouldn't be reading anything for a few minutes. She cocked her head a little, gathering her thoughts to begin an open dialogue. "May I stand?" she asked. The professor nodded once. Aubrey always thought more clearly if she could move around. She stood and walked slowly down the steps as she spoke. "Well, if it's two consenting adults, whether they are related or not, then should anyone else, law or otherwise, have any significant say-so in how they relate to each other, as long as it's healthy?" The professor immediately rebutted, "Who determines what's healthy?" "The individual." "Then why do we have psychologists and therapists at all? Most people think they are mentally and emotionally healthy, and yet each of us has some skewed perspectives and even minor mental health issues." "But why does the law—" "We're not here to discuss the law, remember? Stay on task." Aubrey nodded. "Psychological. Right." She paused, looking to the ceiling for a brief moment. "If. . . both adults consent without. . . being emotionally manipulated or. . . physically forced. . ." Her professor nodded. "Then why is it considered morally wrong?" "Ah!" her professor, Dr. Fields exclaimed. "Excellent question! Now you're getting to the root of it: personal values. Where do those values come from?" "Family. Culture. Religion." "Experience." "Experience?" asked Aubrey. Dr. Fields moved back to her laptop. "Did you ever see National Treasure?" she asked as she clicked on files in her laptop. "Yes, ma'am." The professor clicked her mouse and a picture of the multi-lensed glasses from the movie, came up on the screen where her lecture notes had previously been on display. She pointed to the screen and walked back out to the open space in front of the desks. "Those glasses revealed a very specific hidden message. It gave meaning to the maps and clues they were trying to decipher. Do you remember that they used the glasses and put down the red lens, seeing one thing; and then they added the green lens to expose more?" Aubrey and some of the class nodded. "When trying to decipher deeper meanings behind the surface issues in a person's thoughts and perspectives, it's not as easy as just looking at them. They see things through additional lenses, like you said, of gender, religion, personal experience, education, media influence, entertainment choices, the opinions of others. . . any number of things. "Each of us is influenced by more than we think we are. We believe that we are self-made, free thinkers. In reality we are vessels that hold the input of all we see and hear, and we filter it through our own understanding up to that point. As the input of others grows, our understanding changes, our perspectives shift, and our personal filters adjust." "Yeah, but incest is just gross," one student said. "Says who?" asked Aubrey pointedly as she directed her focus at him. "Pssh," he spit. "Everyone!" "Everyone?" she asked. "In all time? All throughout history, everyone has always thought of incest as gross?" "Okay, not ev—" "So NOT everyone, then?" She turned to the class. "Already, the assertion has been made that everyone is in agreement that incest is gross. Let me ask the question. At what point does incest cease to be incest?" She turned back to the young man, who had suddenly lost some of his boldness. "Is it only incest in the same immediate family? Brothers, sisters, and parents? Or is it still incest with first cousins? Second? Third? Tenth?" The class was silent Aubrey looked down at her hands, which were pressed together, fingers pointing forward, bouncing as she talked. "If you were to fall in love with a young man or woman, having never met them before, say, coming to college and meeting on campus, dating and marrying, and then you found out years later that you were related, would you stop loving them?" "But the legal concern with incest—" the professor interjected. Aubrey immediately spun on her heels, facing Dr. Fields, cutting off her thought. "You said we weren't talking about the law." Dr. Fields smiled. "Stay on task, professor," The redhead smiled before turning back to the class, who had snickered at her reply. She walked the steps to the young man as she talked. "So, is ALL incest gross ALL the time?" she asked calmly. After a brief pause, the young man shook his head. "But it's still perverted," came a woman's voice from the second row. Aubrey turned to her as she continued. "I mean, that's twisted, right? Sleeping with your family? Let's leave extended cousins out of it, okay? People sleep with their siblings and parents and first cousins. If we narrow it down to that, it's still perverted." "Fair enough. Again, who determines what is perverted? Some say anything other than penis-in-vagina sexual intercourse in the missionary position with the lights off, is perverted." Everyone laughed. "But I doubt that's the general attitude in this class," she smiled. Even the young blonde smiled. "Even that's perverted if it's with your immediate family." Aubrey shrugged. "Maybe. But again, who makes that call? You?" She pointed at the young man behind the blonde. "Maybe you would like him to make a list for you, of the things you are allowed to do sexually." She turned to the young man. "And make a list of who she's allowed to love while you're at it." He smiled. Aubrey spoke to the entire class. "We use terms like right and wrong, twisted, perverted, gross, and any number of things, to determine what we should and shouldn't do." She motioned to the young man who first called incest gross. "What we call gross, others may see as very appealing. Same-sex attraction, for example. Those who identify themselves as homosexual will acknowledge the insult and injury that comes with it, but that attraction to others of the same sex may be all they've ever known." She continued on. "In some cultures in history and, if I'm not mistaken, even today, marrying young girls is the norm, and yet we call it perverse and abusive. In ancient Greece, older men practiced pederasty, which is sex with young boys, and no one thought anything of it. We call that abuse today, yet we still hold much of Greek culture up as admirable, from its lead in democracy to its contributions in art and science. In as little as a few decades ago, interracial relationships were called morally wrong and unnatural, but that is not nearly the case today that it was then, with some exceptions. Who's to say that in a hundred years, when medical science is able to eliminate genetic defects, that incest may be a normal," she turned to Dr. Fields with a smile, "And healthy," back to the class, "Practice in our society. Maybe the judgment will be mostly gone and everyone can love whoever they want without fear." She turned back to her professor and smiled. Dr. Fields shrugged and began to clap. "Well-said." The rest of the class applauded briefly as Aubrey made her way back to her seat. "I don't think I can follow that," the professor laughed. "I'll see you all on Wednesday." As the class began to file out, Aubrey slipped her glasses back on and was stuffing her laptop into the sleeve before putting it in her bag. "Can I see you for a moment, please?" Dr. Fields called. Aubrey made her way down, her bag on her shoulder. "That was very impressive. . ." "Aubrey." "Aubrey. Very impressive, indeed. Have you chosen a topic for your paper yet?" "I was thinking about the rise in self-harming behaviors." "I think you should reconsider. I won't, of course, count off if you choose to do that as a topic, but I think you should consider a paper on the topic of incest. If this is the kind of argument you can make off the cuff, then I can't wait to see what you can do with a little time and research." "I don't know," she hesitated. "Believe me," the professor said. "There is more information out there than you would think. Just consider it. I think you would do well, and I never get any papers on that. It would be a fresh read. You wouldn't believe how many papers I get on body image, self-harm, and the effects of bullying." "Okay," nodded the redhead. "I'll think about it." Dr. Fields nodded with a smile. "Good. And really, great job today." "Thanks," Aubrey chirped before walking out the door. ****** Aubrey walked into the house to the sounds of low-tech warfare. No, her brothers weren't playing a video game. They were fighting, like they did most of the time, it seemed. Her older brother Brian still thought he could take Lucas because that had always been the case until about a year ago. Brian was about 5'8" and played Lacrosse for the local college team, although it wasn't a scholarship school for sports. She didn't know what position because she wasn't quite sure if there were positions; it looked like a bunch of guys running around with sticks, playing keep away from the other guys with sticks. She admired the endurance and athleticism, but didn't know the game otherwise. Brian was a solid build, not huge, but solid and strong. He was two years older than Aubrey, and had dark blond shaggy hair and brown eyes. Her friends always said he was hot; she could see why they would say that. He's a good-looking guy, but their commentary on her brothers was always a little uncomfortable. Lucas, on the other hand had always been smaller than Brian. He was just under a year younger than Aubrey and her uncle always called them "Irish twins" with a laugh. It wasn't until she was older that she understood what he meant. Of course Uncle Billy was kind of a drunk anyway, and there was never a reason for him not to drink. She could never remember seeing him without a beer in his hand, even in pictures. Lucas was considerably smaller than his brother, only standing at about 5'6", just a little taller than Aubrey, with a wiry frame, red hair a little darker than his sister's, the same green eyes, and considerably more freckles on his face. They got their features from their mom's side and Brian got his more from their father. "Fuck you," Brian laughed, his face buried in a cushion, muffled by the stadium blanket that had been carelessly thrown over the back of it, waiting to warm their mother's legs and feet this evening. Lucas just smiled, relishing the opportunity to repay all the beatings that came as part of being the little brother. He looked up as Aubrey entered the room. In one hand he held a Mountain Dew can, taking a sip of it before saying, "Oh, hi, Aubrey." Aubrey smiled. "Hey." She bent down to greet her other brother. "Hi, Brian." "You are so dead when I get out of this," Brian threatened. "You sound like you think you have what it takes to get out of this." In one hand, as you know, Lucas held his drink, which he casually sipped. In the other hand, he held his big brother's arm at the wrist. His arm was pointed awkwardly back behind his back, and his hand was pointed in an entirely different direction. Lucas, meanwhile looked relaxed. As a junior in high school, being smart, redheaded, underweight and not especially athletic, he was an easy target for bullies. He wasn't in physical fights very much, but he never knew if that was going to change. One day he was watching a special about the Israeli military on the History channel and they talked about Krav Maga. He thought it looked amazing and found a place in town that taught it. His parents were on board and here he was a year later, afraid of no one and now he was returning a taste of humiliation on his big brother. Aubrey couldn't help but smile at the transformation in her little brother's attitude and it didn't hurt that Brian was getting a little of what she had always felt he deserved. She dropped her bag on the floor by the end of the couch and went to make herself some lunch. "Say it," she heard Lucas prompt. "No way. . . OW! Okay! Shit! My little brother can kick my ass! There! Now get off me!" Aubrey smiled as she pulled the tortillas out of the fridge. She turned to see Lucas walking in with a smile and heard Brian's door slam in the hallway. Lucas drained the last of his Dew, rinsed out the can and tossed it into the recycle bin. When he walked up beside Aubrey, she slid the tortilla package over to him and when he opened it up, she pulled a plate out of the cabinet so he could make lunch, too. "I don't think he likes that you can take him now," she smiled as she spread dressing on the wrap. "Well, it didn't seem to matter how I felt when he picked on me my whole life, so I'm not really concerned about it. If he stops, I'll stop." "Do you think he'll stop?" she asked with a smile. "It doesn't happen much now. Sometimes I still see that look in his eye, but then he thinks better of it." They were laying out the lettuce, sliced tomato and now the cheese as they talked. "So how was school today?" he asked, walking to the fridge to pull out the chicken breast. "Um. . . weird." She furrowed her brow, really unsure how to answer him. "What do you mean?" "Well, in psych class, Dr. Fields asked me to write a paper about. . . well, about incest." Lucas stopped. "What? Why?!" He looked at her astonished. "Long story short, it came up in class and I challenged some people's thinking about it. She was impressed by my presentation and wanted to see me flesh it out more in my paper." "What did you say that impressed her?" he asked, turning back around to make his wrap. "First, she was already talking about it, and how it was illegal and unhealthy. When I asked why it was illegal, she gave me the chance to talk it out with the class." She shrugged as if that was the end of it. "Before I left she asked me to consider writing my final paper about it, and thought that if I had time to research it and focus more, I could present a solid, well-thought out perspective." He rolled the wrap around the contents as he asked, "And what is your perspective on it?" "I don't know. I never really thought about it. I mean, until this morning." Lucas took a bite of his wrap and walked over to get some chips. As he opened the pantry, he continued, "Where do you even start researching something like that?" "I don't know. I guess the internet." "First," he laughed. "Duh." She laughed and nodded. "And second, if you just go looking for incest online, you'll find a bunch of stuff you may not want to see." He grabbed a handful of chips from the bag and dropped them on his plate before doing the same on Aubrey's plate. She thanked him as he rolled the top of the chip bag. "I guess starting with the research database through the school's electronic library will take me to professional journals, which would be safe. But, would it tell me the whole story?" she asked, sitting at the bar. Lucas stood at the counter across from her. He nodded, thinking about her question as she took a bite of her wrap. For the next few minutes they talked back and forth about ideas and research possibilities. She decided that she would just follow the trail where it took her, beginning with the research database. That afternoon and the next she stuck with the library database, but just as she had expected, the journals primarily addressed childhood sexual abuse at the hands of family members and its negative long-term impact. That was not in doubt, she thought repeatedly. Every time she would read an abstract for a journal article, she would sigh in exasperation at the repetitive perspective from an aspect of the negative effects of abusive incest. Because some of the information was good, she saved some articles in pdf format into a folder on her computer. She decided that she needed a break and a snack. She closed the window that housed the database search, and went to grab a glass of milk and a twin pack of the big swiss cake rolls. She loved these and it always kept her preoccupied as she thought through a problem. She picked off the chocolate coating on the outside as she thought through her options. How much more time should she spend on the same perspective of articles in the professional journals that focused on such a narrow set of cases? Maybe she should do a broader search. She unrolled the cake and peeled a layer of cream-covered chocolate cake before taking a bite. I know, she thought, I'll search online bookstores first and then the author's names and see if they have articles. From there I'll look up stories and confessionals, maybe blogs. She smiled as she continued to follow a trail of ideas and peeled more and more from the two cakes, occasionally taking a drink of her milk. By the time her milk and cakes were gone, she was re-energized to continue her search. As much as she had hoped for the search to expand, she found herself becoming increasingly exasperated over the next few days as her options for appropriate search parameters became more and more narrow. She didn't know what else to do, where else to look. "Screw it," she muttered, typing furiously on her laptop, listing search terms in an open blank document so she could delete them when she used them up. She started off simply. "Incest," she typed into the search bar. She paused and considered what she was about to do, watching the cursor blink behind the t. She hit the return button on her keyboard and immediately a list of results appeared, underlined, in blue. "Oh, my god," she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She scrolled down and all she saw were link after link to pornographic sites: stories, videos, confessionals, but every one of them for the first several pages, were links to sex sites. She quickly closed her laptop and jumped from her chair when someone knocked on her door. Her heart raced as if she had been caught doing what she knew she shouldn't be. She opened the door to see Lucas there. "Hey, red, what's going on? "Nothing," she spat. Settle down, she told herself. "Just trying to figure out this paper." "No luck yet, huh?" "A little," she said, leaning against the door. "But still very narrow. So, what do you need?" "Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a swim. Brian's gone and said he won't be back until tomorrow," he shrugged, "So I won't have to worry about getting harassed," he smiled. "Um. . .sure. The break might do me good." "Great! Besides, it's starting to rain a little, but it's still hot as hell out there," her brother reminded her. Neither of them liked to be in the sun too much because they burned so easily, so the cloud cover and rain would make for a nice swim. They also liked night swimming. Lucas had a complexion that would freckle pretty easily, but Aubrey's was more porcelain. Brian had told her once that she was so pale that she was almost clear. Dick. This Fucking Paper "Cool. I'll see you out there." She closed her door and opened the drawer that held her swimsuits. She pulled out her green string bikini and changed into it before pulling her hair back into a ponytail so she could swim without her hair constantly getting into her face. By the time she made it out to the pool, Lucas had cranked open the umbrella, where he had placed his iPod dock, some towels and a couple of sodas. It was starting to rain steadily now, but not hard, but like he said, it was still very hot outside. She made a shallow dive off the side of the pool, gliding smoothly through the water just below the surface. Her brother's approach was a little more. . . Lucas. He jumped in with a shout, making a giant splash. They swam around, splashing each other and laughing. The rain would come and go, heavier at times, lighter at others. After a little more than an hour the rain stopped. "You want a Dew?" asked Lucas, climbing the stairs. "Sure." He walked back into the pool and opened both of them, handing one to his sister. They stood at the wall, chest deep in the water. "So what's this new problem with your paper?" She huffed. "I wouldn't call it a NEW problem." "You're still trying to find the right kind of stories or research?" "Yeah. I've exhausted the database and. . ." She looked uncertain. "Aaaaaaand?" he prompted. She looked at him and bit her lip, hesitant to say anything. "And. . . I went online and typed in 'incest.'" His face dropped. "And it was just page after page of porn!" "I told you, you probably shouldn't do that." "I know you did, but how was I supposed to know? I mean, it's everywhere!" "Yeah, I think it's pretty popular." "Have you ever. . . you know, looked at any?" He blushed. "A little, but it's just, like, actors doing it, and calling each other mom and dad and stuff, not real family members. And most of it is, like, stepmothers, and stepdaughters. I guess they can't even make porn that pretends it's real families. Kind of like no one can even pretend to be younger than eighteen in those movies." "Wow," she smiled, "You seem to know a lot about this." "Like I said, I've seen a little. That's just the pattern I've seen. It's not what I prefer." "Oh? And what do you prefer?" "Honestly?" he asked, turning to face the pool wall. "I think my favorites are like interracial, you know black dudes and white chicks, and young girls more my age." Aubrey blushed. She wasn't expecting him to be so forward. "Oh. Well, that's very. . . uh. . . specific." "Sorry," he muttered. "I didn't mean to." "No. I asked." "So, have you seen any of the sites?" he asked, his stomach a ball of nerves. "Not yet. I had just started the search when you knocked." "Oh. Just be careful." "Careful?" "You'll see." "Do you think you could help me, Lucas?" "Help?" "Yeah. Like help me do a better search and steer clear of some of the bad stuff." "I don't know how I'll be much help, but I'm happy to do what I can." A few minutes later they were back in her room, still in their swimsuits. Aubrey was nervous as she opened her laptop and the screen flashed back to life. Lucas was in his own desk chair, which he had rolled in from his room, and they sat side-by-side looking at the screen. "I don't recognize a lot of these names, Aubrey. I never went looking like this. I've always linked over from a specific site, so I don't know how much help I'll be." "What about this one?" she pointed with the mouse. "It's incest stories. It says it's true stories of family love." "Sounds porny to me, but like I said, I've never heard of it before." "Let's try it," she said, clicking before her brother could object. Almost immediately a new webpage opened, one that was plain looking, with an advertisement the full width at the top, offering webcams. Beneath that was the site name and a few spaces below that was a list of stories, all supposedly true stories of incest. "Are you sure about this?" Lucas asked. "Not really. Ooh! Look at this one: 'Big ass sister'! Let's do that one." "Wait." It was too late. She clicked on it. She was shocked at the opening sentence: "I pulled my wilting cock from my sister's ass, a stream of my cum dribbling out after." "Damn," whispered Lucas. "Porny?" she asked quietly. "Definitely porny." Neither of them looked away, however, and both continued to read as Aubrey slowly scrolled down the page. "Look at this," he said. "'Tracy's pussy opened around me as she slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto my iron cock.'" "Do you really think these stories are true?" she asked. "I don't know," he shrugged. "It sounds like just a story for people to get off to." "Let's keep looking." She went back and visited the homepage and looked at another story. They went back and forth through a few stories before finally deciding that it was just a porn site. They repeated it several times on several sites, always running into the same thing: porn stories about incest, but no real testimonials from personal experience, at least none that could be trusted. What Aubrey didn't know was that her brother had noticed her nipples protruding in her small bikini top. Lucas didn't feel so bad for being turned on, even though they had not read any full stories. The sporadic sentences describing sexual acts between brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters, cousins, and parents and their kids, were having a definite effect on both of them. "Aubrey, maybe we should re-think this and try again later. All we're getting right now is porn, and that's not going to do you any good. I'll see what I can find by trying different search terms and let you know. You keep trying on your end." "Yeah," she nodded. "Okay." He turned his back on her quickly so that she couldn't see his bulge, and rolled his chair back to his room. He closed his door and dropped onto his bed. He was a visual person. He could read a story and see the image. Unfortunately for him, when the story described a young man fucking his sister, all he saw was Aubrey. He tried to shake it away, but every time, it came back. He took off his swimsuit and picked up his laptop before sitting back on his bed, his back against the pillows and headboard. He typed the name of his favorite video site into his browser and when it opened, he took a breath before entering "brother-sister incest" into the site's search window. **** "Aubrey!" Aubrey turned to re-enter the classroom. "Yes, ma'am?" "I'm just curious as to what you decided about that paper. Are you changing your topic?" Dr. Fields smiled at her young student. "I think so. I'm just. . ." She looked past her professor and bit her bottom lip. "You're just what?" "I'm having trouble finding. . . academic. . . material on the subject." "Uh huh. And what kind of material ARE you finding?" "More. . ." Again she was trying to find the right word. "Erotic?" smiled the professor. "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, well that happens," she laughed lightly, touching Aubrey's arm. "Have you considered looking up various state laws, health issues, and religious perspectives? Maybe those would be a good place to start. It may help you form strong arguments if you take their written stances into consideration." "Thanks. I hadn't thought of that. I'll look into it." "Good. I'm looking forward to it." **** Aubrey plopped into the desk chair and opened the laptop. Taking a sip of her tea, she opened the browser history to see if Lucas had made any progress she could use. She only saw one address that had "brother+sister+incest" in the title. She clicked on it and a gasped when one side of the page had advertising gifs, one of an animated girl with disproportionately large breasts being impaled on a giant erection, and another below it of an erection spraying a healthy load of semen on a young brunette's face, her mouth wide open. The large black square of a video feed suddenly housed a picture from an old movie of a young blonde straddling a large erection, a look of pure bliss on her face. Aubrey's hand moved on its own to click the play arrow in the middle of the picture. "Not again, the blonde whined, pushing an attractive young man's hand away. "We shouldn't have done it the first time." "Come on. I know you liked it. Mom won't be home until late." "We can't," she said without conviction as he placed her hand into his pajama pants and she pulled out his large, semi-hard penis. "Brothers and sisters shouldn't do this." Meanwhile she did nothing to stop his hand from grabbing her breast through her nightgown. "Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean we can't," he said, bringing a sultry smile from his sister as she continued to stroke him. "No, it doesn't," she smiled, moving to take him into her mouth. Aubrey watched in lustful fascination as the girl's hand and mouth moved in tandem to cover the entire length of the swollen prick extending up from a tuft of dark hair, a series of groans escaping the man's throat. "What the hell?!" cried Lucas, his hand slamming his laptop shut, snapping Aubrey out of her daze and yanking her back into the present reality. She shook her head no, vigorously, trying to convince her brother that what he saw was not what she was doing. "Seriously, Aubrey! What the fuck?!" "No, no, no! It's not. . . I didn't see anything!" "Bullshit! I saw plenty and I just got here! What are you doing on my computer?!" "Lucas, I'm sorry!" she pleaded, standing as he dropped onto his bed, covering his face into his hands. "It's fine," he sighed. "I'm sorry I got mad." He looked up at her. "It's just embarrassing, you know?" "Don't be embarrassed," she said, kneeling in front of him. "It's just porn." "Yeah, but it's the KIND of porn. And my sister caught me looking at it." "Don't worry about it," she said, placing her hand on his knee. "It's not like it's real, right?" she laughed, bringing a smile from him. "I guess," he shrugged. She sat beside him on the bed. "Will it help if I said that I got turned on seeing that video, too?" "Really?" She nodded, a little embarrassed. "Mmhm." "Was it the people or. . . or the concept?" he asked. She looked into his eyes. "I don't know," she said quietly. "Maybe some of both." "Yeah. Me, too." "Can I ask you a question," she whispered. He nodded. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "Have you ever thought of me. . . or mom. . . like that?" "Not until this paper." He looked away. "This fucking paper." She nodded, looking down. "Fucking paper." Neither said anything for a minute and then she leaned forward and picked up the laptop. Lucas just looked at her, confused. She looked at him as she opened it and the paused video was on screen, along with the two gifs of the anime porn and facial blast. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly. "We've both already watched it. At least part of it. Do you want to watch it. . . together?" He was in a fog. "Okay," he answered. "Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean we can't," the brother said onscreen. His sister leaned down and took him into her mouth. Neither Lucas nor his sister Aubrey could breathe very well. Both of them had the same dilemma. They wanted to watch and to masturbate, but neither would dare do it in the presence of the other. Neither was aware that they had both superimposed their own relationship onto the screen, the actors changing shape and voice to match their own and that of their sibling. After a brief blowjob, the brother buried his face in his naked sister's blonde bush, his tongue working diligently to bring her pleasure in the dim light of her bedroom. She writhed and moaned and squirmed as his tongue worked her over, his fingers pinching and pulling on her nipple. The siblings watching the "siblings" were incredibly aroused. Lucas touched himself, forgetting his sister was there, to adjust his member within his jeans. Aubrey looked down, catching the movement out of the corner of her eye. When she turned her head to see the movement, he turned when he saw her move. They each looked at his hand on his cock. He swallowed hard and then looked up to see her staring at him. She nodded silently and he gripped himself. Aubrey put her hand between her own legs and Lucas nodded at her in the same way she had at him. Both turned back to watch the sibling sex unfold on the laptop. The blonde was now riding reverse cowgirl, her arms straight back with her hands on her brother's chest, bouncing on the long penis. They both moaned and encouraged each other, being heard over the barely audible "porn music" of the seventies. While Aubrey and her brother masturbated over their clothes, both were progressing toward their sexual release, but both were frustrated at the damned clothing in their way. Lucas stuck his hand down into his waistband and gripped his bare cock as he watched the movie. Aubrey followed his lead, her hand tucked into her panties and her fingers rubbing over her clit. Both brother and sister watched the time bar at the bottom of the video frame fill with red as the scene drew to a close. Aubrey hoped, and Lucas knew, that at the end of the clip, the brother in the film would surrender to his sister's efforts. Sure enough, he grunted and lifted her up and she quickly dropped beside him on the bed and planted her mouth and hand on his pink rod. He thrust against her a couple of times and she pulled her mouth off, cream pouring from her lips before she took a few more shots to the mouth and cheeks. Lucas panted through his own release as hot cream flowed over his hand. Aubrey squeaked beside him and he saw her eyes pinch close and her thighs slam together while she came on her own fingers. When their orgasms were finished, they looked at each other sheepishly and Lucas stood to walk to the bathroom. He closed the door before cleaning himself up and coming back into his room in just his shorts, holding his wet underwear in his hand. Aubrey was not in his room anymore. His computer was closed on his desk. He opened it and noticed that the browser was closed. His history had been cleared. If only it were so easy to erase the past few minutes from his own personal history as well. **** The next two days were uneventful, if not awkward. Neither Aubrey nor Lucas knew that the other sibling had revisited the incest websites in search of their own pleasure, research be damned. Lucas spent most of his time on the sites watching videos with incest themes; Aubrey enjoyed the stories. Both of them inserted themselves into the story and saw each other as their partner. "No harm, no foul," thought Lucas when guilt would arise, while his sister talked herself out of feeling guilty because this was nothing other than innocent fantasizing and curiosity, salvaging the relationship from even a hint of injury. Saturday morning, their mother and father left for their weekend golf tournament. They loved to watch the PGA and when the tour held their annual tournament a couple of hours away, they always got tickets. Brian was back at school, so Lucas and Aubrey were home alone for a couple of days. Lucas was relaxing in his dad's recliner, eating cold pizza and a Coke when Aubrey came downstairs for breakfast. "Hey," he said through a mouthful of pizza. "Hi," she answered, quickly making her way into the kitchen. She didn't know that her brother was watching her walk away, taking in the sway of her hips, the gentle jiggle of her butt in her pajama shorts, and the flexing of her legs. She even looked cute with her hair a little messy and her metal-frame glasses on. She scratched the back of her head as she entered the kitchen and he even liked the look of that as it caused her hair to puff up a little for just a moment. Why? Who knew? The fact was there was nothing about her that he found unappealing any more. No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, he couldn't. She was invading his thoughts more and more now, awake and asleep. God, he looked good in his camp shorts, Aubrey thought. No, Lucas wasn't ripped or muscular or big or tanned. He was lean, but some would consider him puny. For the last year, however, as he has been taking Krav Maga, the way he carried himself was different. Yes, he was in better shape, but it was more an air of confidence. He didn't flinch when someone moved quickly around him anymore, and he didn't walk through the house, or probably the school, looking at the floor. He walked with an awareness, and wasn't afraid to even look Brian in the eye anymore. He was even more outright in his responses to their parents, answering them with boldness and respect instead of muttering an answer to a question, or refusing to offer an opinion, even when asked. Physically, no, he wasn't much different, but in posture and attitude, absolutely. She flopped down on the couch, practically laid out on it as she ate her toast with apple butter, the second half of the diagonally-cut slice resting on the paper towel on her stomach. "What's this?" she asked, pointing her toast at the television, her pinky extended. At this point a commercial was on, so she didn't know what he was watching. "Hulk," he answered before taking a sip of his Coke. "Oh," she nodded. "Norton or that other guy?" "Norton." "Good." He nodded as he took another bite of his pizza. He was down to just the crust now and he pulled at it as it was a little chewier than when it was hot and fresh. His head kind of snapped back when the crust gave way, a rough bite extending past his lips. Aubrey laughed as he tried to capture it all into his mouth by working his mouth open wide and trying to maneuver it with his lips and tongue. Once he got it in, after a short attempt, his mouth was very full, the long piece of crust bent in half, but too big to chew with any grace. "What?" he smiled. "That's attractive," she laughed. "I couldn't help it," he defended, laughing, his words difficult to understand through the muffler of cooked dough. "It didn't come off where I bit it." He couldn't help but laugh at his unintelligible reply. Finally he could chew it down enough that he could repeat himself almost clearly. Aubrey just laughed and shook her head, picking up her second piece of toast. As she bit into her diagonally sliced toast, the crust pulled away from that edge, dripping apple butter onto her shirt. "Crap!" she cried in frustration. Her brother looked over and busted up laughing harder than she could remember him doing in a long time. She had a narrow strip of crust extending out two inches from the corner of her mouth and was scooping up apple butter with her index finger. She pulled the crust in easily, chewing it up as she cleaned off her shirt. "Karma's a bitch," he laughed. "Shut up," she pouted mockingly, unable to hide her smile as she still worked at the apple butter, wiping some up, sucking her finger and going after some more. Without a word, but still laughing, Lucas got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a wet paper towel in his hand. He handed it to her over the back of the couch and she thanked him as she blotted at the yellowish-brown spot on her t-shirt with a giant cupcake on the front. As they watched the movie a few minutes later, both visibly more relaxed than in the past couple of days, Aubrey said, "I think she's pretty, don't you?" referring to Liv Tyler on the screen. "Yeah, she is. She must get it from her mom, 'cause her dad's ugly as homemade sin." "I know, right?!" she laughed. "But he's got an amazing voice." "That's true." Turning back to the screen, Aubrey muttered, "I wish I looked like that." "Why? You're prettier than she is." Lucas even surprised himself. He wasn't even thinking; it just came out. This Fucking Paper "Right," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm so not prettier than Liv Tyler." "Yes, you are. You've got the same skin tone and a good complexion, your red hair is beautiful, and you've got a great body. Don't sell yourself short." "Says who?" "Uh, all my friends," he answered, arching his eyebrows. "Really?" She scrunched her nose. "Nuh uh. You're lying." "I wish. It's embarrassing sometimes. 'You're sister's so hot,'" he said in a mocking deep voice. "They call me hot?" she asked, surprised. "Yep." She thought he was making fun of her. "Shut up." An idea hit him. He picked up his phone and poked around a bit. He got up and stood next to her, showing her his phone. Her eyes grew big. "What are you doing with this?" she asked, slapping him hard on the arm. "OW! It's not mine! It's Brad's!" "Tell him to take it down right now!" "I have. Lots of times!" She looked through the contacts and found Brad's number. "What are you doing?" asked Lucas. "Getting this taken down," she said, tapping the screen and glaring at her brother. "I can't believe you." "What?!" "Hey, shithead!" Brad laughed through the smartphone's speaker. "Take my picture down, Brad!" Aubrey demanded. "Oh, shit," he said. "I thought you were Lucas." "Are you gonna take down my picture?" "What picture?" "The one of my ass at Lucas' birthday? At the pool?" "Hey," he laughed, "You wore that suit so people would look. If you didn't want us looking, you shouldn't have worn it." "Brad! Take it down!" "Nope." "Dude, I told you she'd be pissed. I don't care if you have the picture, just delete the post." "Why? It's MY picture taken with MY phone, taken around other people. I'm not the only one that suit was intended for," he laughed. "Is that all you wanted? I'm kind of in the middle of something here." Aubrey hung up on him with a frustrated growl. "Your friends are assholes!" she said, crossing her arms across her chest, a defiant glare aimed at her brother. "I know," he said, shaking his head. "Sometimes." He looked at his phone and silently reread the caption Brad had put with the picture of his sister. "Celebrating my best friend's 18th. Best. View. Ever." Aubrey was standing by the grill with their parents, her back to the camera. Her red bikini had ridden into her crack a little, her round cheeks not fully covered. Nice. The comments below the picture would have been even more infuriating for Aubrey if she had read them: "Dayum!" "I'd hit that!!" "Did you ask if you could motorboat it?" The comments went on and on, and the likes were approaching 200. "Why don't you use some of your death grips to convince him to take that down?" his sister interrupted. He looked up, closing the app. "It doesn't work that way," he snickered. "Besides, I can't force him to do it. I shouldn't have even showed you." "Maybe I shouldn't have worn it." "It doesn't matter what you wear, you're still hot," he said, regretting it the moment he said it. "What?" she asked, giving him a funny look. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry." He trotted off, up to his room, mulling over the comment and the picture in his head. There was a knot in his stomach and he knew he had blown it. A few minutes later, his sister knocked on his door quietly. "Yeah," he called out. The door opened slowly and Aubrey stuck her head in. "Can I come in?" "Sure," he said, sitting up. She walked in and sat next to him. "I'm sorry I got mad. I know what Brad did isn't your fault." "I'm sorry he did that to you. But I can't make him take it down. I've tried." She nodded. "I know, and I appreciate it." It was quiet for a minute as they both looked at the floor. "When you. . . when you said I was hot. . ." He nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. But you are. Everyone says so." "Do you think so?" "Of course." "I mean, not as my brother, but. . . as a guy." "As both," he smiled nervously. "Can I ask you another question?" Her stomach formed a knot as she gathered the courage to ask, not knowing if she really wanted to know the answer. He nodded. "Have you watched that movie again? You know, the one we. . ." Lucas swallowed hard and nodded again. "Me, too," she whispered. "Fucking paper," he muttered, shaking his head as he looked at his feet. "Yeah." She sighed. "You know. . . I've been reading some stories the last couple of days. I can't believe how popular they are." "Really?" he asked. "Seriously. They're everywhere. There's like, thousands of them. Why do you think they're so popular?" "I think it's because you're not supposed to do that kind of stuff." "I guess," she shrugged. "But who says?" She turned to face her brother, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the bed. "I mean, when did someone decide to come up with that rule?" "I don't know. I guess it would be religion. You know, God." "Yeah, well, maybe. But it has to be in the Bible, right? I mean look at Adam and Eve. If they were the only two people and they had kids, then it would have to be brothers and sisters, right?" "Yeah, I guess." "And Noah? If his sons had wives, but if they were really the only people on Earth, then they're kids had to sleep together, right? I mean, cousins at least?" Lucas thought about it and then nodded. Then his face fell. "But what about diseases and, like, birth defects and stuff?" "I don't know. Maybe that came later." "But is it still wrong if we. . . I mean, if people didn't have kids?" She caught what he said, but didn't acknowledge the slip up. At least externally. Inside, her stomach flipped a little. She raced from the room and grabbed her laptop off her desk before returning to sit on her brother's bed, her back against his headboard. "I wonder what the law considers incest," she said, doing a search. Lucas slid up next to her with his own laptop and opened it. Side by side they did separate searches, looking up legal and moral arguments, discussing them. She copied and pasted, referenced, and bookmarked various pages, and he saved some in a file he would e-mail her later. Next thing they knew it was lunch and they continued to discuss their findings and hash out arguments while Aubrey made hamburger patties and Lucas prepped the grill. They carried their conversation and laptops out to the patio, enjoying the wi-fi that was strong enough to reach the back of the patio, and the smell of burgers cooking on the grill. After they closed the computers and made their burgers, they continued to talk. Taking a bite of her cheeseburger, Aubrey said, "So it looks like incest has been practiced all over the world throughout all of history and only a few places, mostly religious, have looked down on it." "Looks like it," Lucas said. "Then why the taboo?" she asked. "I mean, let's go back to that video. The whole reason that video was so popular was apparently because it was supposed to be a brother and a sister, not because it's the hottest porn out there." "And doing a search on that site brings up tons and tons of incest porn." She took another bite and chewed for a moment before asking. "Do you think any of it is real?" "I don't know," he said through a mouthful of beef. "Not the pro stuff, obviously, but some of the amateur stuff?" He just shrugged. "Maybe." "But why would someone put that up online where everyone can see it?" "Maybe because the only people who would see it would be the ones looking for it. And the only ones looking for it would be the ones who would get off on it. They're certainly not going to judge." "Yeah. Maybe." She paused a moment and then asked, "Um. . . do you want to. . . you know, look for some more movies? Or stories or something?" "Are you serious?" asked Lucas. Aubrey only nodded, biting her lip nervously. "Yeah! I mean, yeah, if you want to, we can." "Okay. Let's clean up first," said Aubrey, trying to contain her excitement. Lucas didn't want to stand up; the thought of watching incest porn with his sister had quickly started getting to him and he didn't want to embarrass himself or anger his sister with a presumptuous erection. Fortunately for him, he thought, Aubrey had turned her back to clear the bottles and jars of condiments from the table placing them on the grill tray so she could carry them into the kitchen. Lucas stood and quickly adjusted himself before picking up the paper plates and used napkins, following his sister into the kitchen. He returned to pick up their cups and his sister grabbed their computers, taking them to the living room while he refilled their drinks. He sat on the couch next to his sister after placing both drinks on coasters on the coffee table. She took a deep breath before looking at him and typing in the address that held the other video. In the site's search bar she typed, "brother-sister incest". Immediately the screen filled with rows of screen caps, each one linking to another page on the site that housed the full video or a clip where the video had been segmented. She chose one labeled, "Horny young sister masturbates brother." She glanced at Lucas, who was still watching the screen, unmoving, eyes glazed over. She could see that his breathing was quick. Turning back to the screen she clicked on the play arrow. Her panties became wetter and her nipples harder as she watched the young, small-breasted brunette pull down her brother's pants with minimal protest by the thin pale young man. The tiny teen gasped when his enormous erection bobbed in front of her, causing her to gasp in exaggerated surprise with her hand in front of her mouth. She tentatively reached for the penis, looking at it from every angle as if inspecting it. Lucas couldn't believe it. His sister had specifically chosen brother-sister incest. He was enamored by the little brunette who looked so innocent, but she was quickly replaced by an image of his sister, with her red flowing hair, settling between his knees and admiring his own prick. "What did you say?" Aubrey asked quietly, turning her attention from the screen. "What? Nothing." "I thought you said my name." Shit! "No." Did I? he thought. God I hope not. When they both refocused on the movie, they saw that the penis was shiny and she had two hands wrapped around it, stroking it lovingly. Aubrey gasped, but it wasn't until Lucas looked down at himself that he noticed why. His own hand was wrapped lightly around his erection, which was sticking up through the fly in his shorts. He quickly looked up at his sister, who looked up at his face, then down at his erection. Without a word, she reached forward and gripped it lightly, her hand bumping his own. Lucas grunted in surprised disbelief and pleasure. No one besides him had ever touched him there before. His fist had been the only fist to wrap around the shaft. His sister's small, warm hand now held him firmly and she was looking down at it with. . . he didn't even know what kind of look it was. "It's so hard," she muttered. "Aubrey," he groaned. "I want to play with it, Lucas. Like the sister on the movie." As she said it, she slid off the couch and moved to kneel between his feet. The two brothers sighed and moaned as the two sisters explored with their hands. Lucas didn't consent, nor did he object; he just enjoyed his sister's touch. "I'm so close," he gasped. His head and shaft were slick and shiny from the steady flow of pre-cum that was boiling out of the hole in the head and being smeared around by his older sister's tiny hands. "Okay," she nodded. "Go ahead. I want to see it." She never looked away from the generous, bobbing erection as it pulsed and throbbed, flowing freely. Lucas felt the tingle in his balls and anus, the knot in his stomach, the slight burn in his thighs. Every time she would bump the ridge of his head, a small jolt of electricity would surge down to his butt. He couldn't hold back any more and grunted as he pulsed in her hands, a series of creamy ejections launching into the air and landing on his stomach and groin, on her hands and arms. She gasped and squealed in surprise at the volume and force of the first couple of spurts before the seed flowed from the hole and down over her thumbs and fingers. "It's so warm," she said, touching and looking at it. "Oh, my god," he breathed, dropping his head back against the back of the couch. "That was cool," she smiled, pushing off his knee to stand before walking to the bathroom to clean up. She returned a minute later and cleaned him up with a warm washcloth. "That was pretty amazing," Lucas said. "You didn't have to do that. I mean, I wasn't—" "I wanted to," she smiled. I know I shouldn't have wanted to, but I did. "Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean we can't," he smiled, quoting the brother in the movie. "No, it doesn't," she returned, just as the movie sister had. "So. . . now what?" he asked. "I don't know," she said quietly. Lucas cleared his throat. "Do you want me to. . . do you? Like, you know, like you did me?" "You don't have to do that," she said, looking down. "No! I want to!" She looked up at him, noting that he was a bit overly enthusiastic. She smiled, her eyebrows raised. "I mean, I think. . . I owe you. . . right?" "You don't owe me," she laughed. "Sorry. What I meant—" "It's okay," she said, putting her hand on his bare knee. "It would be kind of nice. Have you ever done that with a girl before?" "I've never done anything with a girl," he mumbled, embarrassed. "Oh. Sorry." "No, it's cool." Aubrey nodded. She surprised herself when she moved, trying to think of the more natural progression that he would go through with a girl he liked. She turned toward him and placed her opposite leg over him, continuing to roll as she looked him in the eye. His eyes were wide with surprise as she moved to straddle him. She had been with a couple of boys before and they usually kissed, which caused her to move to this position as their hands wandered over each other. Once here, things could flow more naturally. It just seemed like the right place to be, rather than her inexperienced brother awkwardly reaching over beside himself to try and play with her pussy. "Aubrey, what. . ." "Sshhh." She soothed, her face inches from his. His hands were on the couch beside him as if he were afraid to touch her. She whispered, "You can't just touch a girl there; you have to work her up to it. She's not a boy who can just get hard at the idea of sex. It takes a little more work. But don't worry," she smiled, "It's all fun." She noticed his erection rising again and smiled. She said, "Put your hands on my hips. He swallowed hard and slowly his hands rested on her waist. She giggled and gently pushed his hands down to her hips. "These are my hips," she said with a smile. "Squeeze a little." He nodded and squeezed. "Feel how soft that is? My thighs and ass coming together? That's a natural place to start when a girl is straddling your lap when you make out." "I thought we were just going to. . . I mean, that I was going to. . ." "You are," she breathed. "But first. . ." She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips found his and he gasped through his nose, his lips tight together. "Relax your lips," she said, never removing her lips from his. "Follow my lead." He relaxed a little and she moaned in the affirmative. She gently nibbled at his lips with hers and he began to respond in kind. Soon enough he took the initiative to extend his tongue slightly, brushing the tip between her lips. She giggled and pulled back, seeing the look of horror on his face. "Don't worry," she laughed, "You're doing good." His face relaxed. "I was just surprised that you made that move first." She leaned in again and this time her lips parted, allowing her tongue to trace along his upper lip before he met her tongue with his own. Aubrey felt a familiar tingle, one she hadn't felt with a boy in a long time. She knew her panties were getting damp and the image of her brother between her legs caused her to thrust once on Lucas' lap. She felt his erection bob against her mound and slid her hand down to his chest. She was thoroughly enjoying the kiss. Lucas was, too. His sister had scooted forward against his erection. She was warm through her shorts. He instinctively squeezed her hips in his grasp when she ground against him and slid her hands down to his chest. She reached down to grab his wrists and moved them up to her breasts where he squeezed gently through her shirt, feeling her nipples like bumps beneath the cotton. Aubrey loved the feel of her brother's hands on her breasts. She was one of the lucky ones with sensitive breasts and loved to be touched there and to have her nipples played with during make-outs and sex. Sure she didn't like that sensitivity when she was on her cycle and they became sore to the touch, but otherwise she loved it. Lucas' hands on her tits, was fantastic. He was so gentle and tentative and it sent tingles through her core, her nipples connecting directly to her womb. It was almost as if her nipples were knobs of a faucet that turned on the flow into her panties. She couldn't help but moan into her brother's mouth. When his sister pulled away, Lucas wondered what he had done wrong, but immediately she ripped the cupcake shirt off her pert, albeit full, tits. His sister's pale pink nipples stared him right in the face, begging for his touch. Before Aubrey even had a chance to throw her shirt away or lean back in to continue the kiss, Lucas dove in, latching his mouth onto her left nipple. "OH!" squealed Aubrey, a bolt of fire exploding through her core as her brother latched onto her sensitive nipple. It almost made her come. Almost. She gripped the back of his head with one hand and the back of the couch with the other, forcing her chest against him. The pleasure was unbelievable. He was like an animal, devouring her. He pulled off and she knew what to do, almost like reading his mind. She twisted her shoulders and he worked on the other breast with his mouth. The left breast was now in the grasp of his hand while he lashed at the right nipple with his tongue, his lips surrounding the areola. "Oh, fuck, Lucas," she whined. "Suck your sister's tit!" "Mmmm," he moaned excitedly, never even considering the possibility of letting go. Back and forth he went, breast to breast, nipple to nipple. He noticed his sister grinding more urgently on his lap. The mound in her shorts glided up and down the base of his shaft. "I'm coming, Lucas," she tittered breathlessly. She whimpered and pressed down hard against his lap, flexing her core and thighs without a sound. She quickly relaxed, leaning into his chest with her face over his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was so good." "Wow," he breathed. "I've never seen. . . that before." "I bet it won't be the last time. Are you sure you've never done that before?" "I swear," he smiled, hugging her tightly. His hand crept down to cup her firm, round ass. "Are you trying to get me going again?" she giggled. "Maybe." She leaned back a little and looked him in the eye before sliding off to the side and tucking her thumbs into her waistband. "I guess if you're going to do this, I won't need these." Lucas swallowed hard, his eyes big as he watched the shorts and white panties slide down her legs, a sparse red bush making its first appearance over a glowing pink pussy. She demurely kept her knees together after seeing her brother eyeballing her crotch. She smiled to herself, knowing that he really did think she was hot. "Are you going to keep those boxers on, now that you're fully exposed?" Lucas looked down and noted that it was only his gray boxers that were keeping him from being completely naked with a girl. Sure it was his sister, but still. . . He quickly pushed his boxers down, being careful to fish his erection out in the process, before dropping the cotton shorts on the floor.