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Derek's Story

By: Scheherazade73



*Author's Note: Although this functions as a stand-alone story, if you have read "Losing Control at the Lake" you will recognize the characters and events in this story. Derek's perspective is explored here, which is a bit new for me. I welcome any feedback about how it works – either on its own or as a supplement to the LCL series. Thanks for reading – I hope you enjoy it! 

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It was the summer from Hell. 

I was eighteen. I was leaving for college. It should have been the best summer of my life: girls, parties, everything I thought it would be. Instead, it was very few lame parties, a lot of Xbox, and no girls. Well, worse than that. It was no girls and in particular not the girl I wanted.

But that was ...complicated. 

So I'm sort of shy, or whatever, but I've always had girlfriends. I didn't have the problem some guys have, where they literally never have girls. Having a sister helps. First of all, girls are always around. I've dated like five of my sister's friends, and it was easy because they were always at my house and easy to get to know and then ask out. And second of all, a sister can be a go-between if you're a little nervous about telling a girl you like her or if you just need some information about a girl before you ask her out. She can be a good spy, like Dana always was for me. Dana always knew which girls thought which guys were cute (or douches), and she had the inside scoop on who was getting ready to break up. (I'm not ashamed to say I got a couple amazing rebound dates that way.)

Anyway, this summer there were no girls. Or should I say, all the girls were coupled up. And my sister...she was no help in that respect. No help whatsoever. I even ran into a girl I'd dated for a pretty long time back in high school, and I took her out once, thinking that might turn back into...something. A summer fling, or a one-night stand, or anything. (It didn't.) To be honest, I wasn't that into her. I hadn't even been that into her when I'd dated her in school. But she was cute enough, and it was summer, and I was horny as fuck. It was like my dick literally did not know how to be soft. I woke up hard and was hard all day. I jerked off so much that I chafed myself on several occasions, and it didn't even begin to satisfy my cravings. It was a prison of sexual suffering. 

So I watched a lot of porn. I watched amateur porn and professional porn and porn that was so gross and wrong I felt ashamed of myself for even being able to stay hard through it. But I did. I was a sick fuck, all summer long, my hand on my cock like I just grew it and was afraid it would get up and walk away. I would wake up, my cock pressing against my boxers, straining for release, a wet spot of pre-cum already on the front. I fell asleep many nights with my cock still in my hand, cum on my stomach, the memories of whatever sordid fantasy I'd just rubbed one off to still fading from my memory. Safe to say it was a summer of extreme sexual frustration.

And then there was this incident. 

There's actually not a way to talk about this incident without first confessing that I am incredible perv. I happen to have a really hot sister and I am ridiculously attracted to her. I think I'm in love with her; it's all mixed up in my head, really. All I know is that I look at her every day, I watch her, I fantasize about her. I know her every movement and her smell and her moods. I know her better than I know anyone else in the world, and I would say that she knows me the same way, except that she doesn't. She doesn't know that I want her, she doesn't know that I am always jealous of her boyfriends, she doesn't know that I think about her when I'm looking at porn and when I'm jerking off. And actually, sometimes I'm jerking off and I'm thinking about fucking some other girl, and right as I'm about to cum the girl turns into Dana, and she looks at me and tells me to cum inside her, and I just lose it. Those are the hottest orgasms, but afterwards I feel like throwing up.

I don't want to be a fucking perv who lusts after his own sister. I know it's sick. I probably need some kind of therapy for it. I'm probably going to be fucked up for life. I've never even had actual sex, and I probably can't now, because I'm too obsessed with my sister to really desire another girl. And believe me, I've tried. But every time I am interested in another girl, I start comparing her to Dana and it all gets really confusing in my head. So I've resigned myself to this fucked-up state. 

But back to the incident. 

We have this uncle. Not an old uncle, a young one, in his 20's. He's my mom's younger brother, and he's really cool. He's always been our favorite uncle, because he's really more like a cousin. He comes to stay with us all the time, because he and my mom are super close. It's like having an older brother who's on your side, because every time he comes we break rules like crazy and he either covers for us or sweet-talks Mom into not punishing us. Summers are always the best with him, and we look forward to them all year. I've always loved having Jayme around.

Until this summer. 

So, I should say that I totally knew something was up with Dana this summer. She gets this glow about her when she's being sneaky, especially if it has to do with a guy. And for weeks she'd been acting all sketchy, and walking around the house done up all the time, which she normally doesn't do. Usually at the lake house it's cutoffs and flip-flops and she throws her hair in a ponytail, and she might wear makeup if we go out to dinner or something. This summer she started wearing skimpier clothes, and push-up bras, and more makeup, and fixing her hair all the time. And she moved like...I can't explain it. She moved like she was making love to the entire world. She wouldn't touch things, she would caress them. She ate her food like it was the most delicious thing she ever tasted. She had this look on her face almost all the time of sheer bliss. 

And my sister is gorgeous. Both of us get really tan, and her hair gets these beautiful blonde streaks that look like she's had them done in a salon, only they're totally natural. She's got big brown eyes that just melt you, long eyelashes, and her mouth - Jesus, her mouth. That's a mouth you want to kiss and touch and do unspeakable things to. Her mouth is luscious, pouty, with full lips, and I can't tell you how many times I have cum thinking of my sister's lips around my cock. I told you, I'm a sick fuck. I can make myself cum in seconds thinking about fucking my sister's sweet mouth. 

She's also got an amazing body, so the fact that she was showing it off all summer did nothing to ease my aching balls. She has great legs, long and toned and tan, and though her ass is on the small side it is round and tight. But her tits are perfect, just perfect, a handful with maybe just a bit more for good measure, perky and bouncy with nipples that always seem to be poking through the fabric of whatever tiny outfit she has on. And she's so comfortable in herself that she's almost too casual, at least at home. She flings herself into furniture, she sits on chairs with one leg slung over the arm, and I mean, I'm a guy. I notice. And I react. That part of it is normal (I think), although I get that being in love with her is not. So it's hard to cure myself of this obsession when she's always there, right under my nose, flaunting her body, making me crazy.

She has this one bikini... I actually stole the bottoms out of her hamper earlier this summer. She was walking around with it all day and never even went into the water. She was just sunning herself in it. And when she came back in to shower, she untied the strings of the top and was pulling it off before she even passed my room, so I got a good peek of her delicious tits as she walked past. It was enough to get me hard again, and after she'd dressed and gone back downstairs I crept into her room and fished them out of the hamper. I know they weren't still warm from her body, but they felt like they were. And when I held them to my nose I could smell them. Oh, fuck, the thrill of smelling my sister's cunt...the most forbidden act, the sickest fucking thing, and yet I loved it. I loved the smell of her and the thought of that fabric clinging to her pussy all day. I was rock-hard before I even took them out of the hamper, and once I was smelling them I thought I would cum right then and there. I lay on my bed with her panties on my face and I stroked my cock and breathed in the scent of her, her perfume and her sweat and her musky girl scent, a smell I recognized from one other time. And that memory along with the very real smell of my sister's juices drove my spunk up out of my balls again and again and again. I masturbated half the afternoon with her bikini bottoms, first with them on my face and then with them wrapped around my cock with just enough lube on them to make them slick, so I could pretend she'd just peeled them off her wet cunt. It was a challenge sneaking them into the wash at the right time, but I got away with it, and after that I just started stealing her panties more often. It was almost as much of a sexual thrill to creep in her room and get them as it was to smell them and jerk off with them. 

And then one time, they didn't smell like my sister. 

They smelled like some guy's cum. 

I couldn't figure it out. She didn't have a boyfriend. She didn't go out much, and she spent most of her time around the house hanging out with Uncle Jayme. I tried to read her diary, but there were no entries from summer. It hadn't been touched since mid-June. It was a mystery. 

But one day it all became crystal clear. 

There's this little island, accessible by boat, that's in the lake just upriver from where all the houses are, where the coastline gets rockier. We call it Spider Island, even though it doesn't actually have a name. And technically, it's not even a real island. But it has a beach and an old fort and we used to love to go there when we were kids. We still go at least once every summer, because it's sort of a tradition. Anyway, one day Dana and Jayme decided to go there, and they asked me to go, but I said no. My sister was pissing me off so bad that day; she was just being bitchy, and I didn't feel like dealing with her. (A hot sister is still as much of a pain in the ass as any other girl, I promise.) So I said I was going to stay home and play video games. But I got bored with that, so I decided to take my kayak and go out to the island to meet them. 

And that's when I got the shock of my life. 

When I pulled up on the shore, I saw their kayaks, so I started walking down the beach. I heard my sister's voice and then Jayme, and then I couldn't hear them anymore. And then I saw a couple, or what looked like a couple, on the beach. They were in the sand, hot and heavy, and I could hear the girl moaning and begging. And yeah, of course I got turned on. I mean, when does it ever happen that you see an actual couple fucking at the beach? 

I didn't have my glasses on, but even without them I could see pretty well. They were definitely naked and definitely fucking, or about to. 

And all of the sudden, I was closer than I expected, I was right up next to them, because I saw that it was my sister and my uncle and I just couldn't stop from walking up to them to be sure it was really them. But it was them – my sister, on top of our uncle, her tanned body glistening without a stitch of clothing. As I watched I saw him pull her down hard on his cock and heard her little cries of ecstasy, saw her satisfied face as she drew him in for a deep kiss. She worked herself on him in a way that told me this was not the first time. And it all at once made sense – her weird behavior, her happiness all summer, the cum in her bikini. The secret, the guy she was fucking, all of it. It was Uncle Jayme. 

I was stunned. And while my brain tried to process the information, my cock was processing the sight of my beautiful sister as I had envisioned her so many times: gloriously nude, sweaty, loving the cock she was impaled on. She was moaning and her nipples were hard and my cock responded to the sight of her, to the thrill of seeing her the way I'd seen girls in porn. She wanted it, she was hot for it, and oh, fuck, I wished desperately to trade places with my uncle just then, to be buried balls deep in her sweet, hot clutch, to be touching her and feeling her and pleasuring her, making her moan like that, making her move like that. Making her happy. Making her cum. 

"Dana!" I choked, before I could even stop myself.

She froze. She opened her eyes and looked right at me, her hands flying to her mouth like they did when she was in shock. Her chest heaved and I couldn't keep my eyes off those lovely tits, completely bared to me, quivering as she trembled. Beneath her Jayme struggled to look at me, a look of horror and shame on his face. And my cock was still damnably erect, some miscommunication with my brain that was registering only horror and shock and – 

And rage. It was registering a bit of rage.

Uncle Jayme spoke first. I heard "dude" and a question, but there was this roaring in my ears, an odd rushing noise, like a waterfall. I felt slightly faint and I'm not even sure what I said in response. I just turned and started down the beach. What happened after that is a blur. I know she tried to explain it to me, but I can't tell you anything she said, really. It didn't make any sense then and it doesn't make much more now. 

So that was the incident, and for the next few weeks I was tortured by fantasies about my sister. I barely slept because of these dreams. They were so charged and so real that I often woke afraid that they had actually happened. 

I had this recurring dream where she came in from swimming, her hair dripping and her skin still moist from the lake, and she walked past my room, peeling off her top as she often did. I followed her out. And then she stopped in her doorway, her tits bare, just that tiny scrap of a bathing suit bottom covering her, and she smiled and turned away and began tugging her bikini bottoms off her hips, her little ass revealed a bit at a time until she bent all the way over and slid the bottoms down her ankles, giving me a full view of her beautiful cheeks and just a flash of the prize between them. She stepped out of them then, and went and lay down on the bed, her knees bent and her legs spread, and beckoned me over with one finger, a sly look in her big, dark eyes. She never said a word, just reached her hand out to me, and when I walked over to her I was somehow naked, my cock bigger than it actually was, and she reached for it with her other hand, too, so that she was tugging on it with both hands. It was so real, so incredible to have my sister's soft hands on my hard shaft, her delicate fingers rubbing the oozing pre-cum around on the sensitive head, slipping down to cup and squeeze my balls. And then she said, "Derek, I need you," and at that point I always woke up, hard and ready to cum and disoriented. 

You should also know that once, a while back, something actually happened between my sister and me. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did, and I know it didn't help my obsession with her. And although we vowed to keep it a secret between us, to forget it and never discuss it again, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about that night. What happened, what could have happened. What I wanted to happen. 

It was during spring break, a few months back. This kid we knew had this huge party at his house, and Dana and I went to it. I think I had just broken up with Cate, and I was in kind of a mood. I definitely drank way too much. Anyhow, I don't remember how it happened, but from what Dana told me later it seems I got wasted and starting acting like an asshole and she got me into the guest bedroom in Jimmy's basement. And how did I repay that kindness? Well, apparently – and I should add that I don't remember doing this, either – I started feeling her up while we were both sleeping in the guest bedroom. 

But what I do remember – and I remember this vividly; it is the fuel for many a fantasy about my sister – is waking up with her in the dark, disoriented, my arms wrapped around her. She was pressed into me, and my nose was buried in her hair, and she sort of nestled into me. At the time I knew it was her, but I thought it was a dream. She was so soft in my arms, and I couldn't help running my fingers across her stomach and her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingertips, just barely touching her. I was afraid that if I touched her the way I wanted to she would disappear, I would wake up, it would all be over. I nuzzled into her, and my lips touched her bare skin, and I just started kissing her neck, but lightly, so lightly. She seemed to melt against me, so I didn't stop. I tweaked her nipple and felt it spring up under my finger. He bra was some fabric that seemed like it wasn't even there, and I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric as I teased that nipple and sucked on her neck, wishing I was sucking on that little pop of flesh inside her bra. Fuck, I was so hard. I do remember that. She was right in my arms and even though at the time I thought I was dreaming I was going to make the most of it. 

So I started unbuttoning her shorts. She had these little cutoffs on, so small that they were barely there, but they were tighter than they looked, so I unbuttoned them and it took me a minute to wrestle them off her. And I could feel her through my pants, her bare legs, the heat of her, and all that stood between my fingers and her pussy was the sheerest scrap of fabric. I ran my hand over her ass, again and again, loving the feel of it under my hand, so soft, and then I pulled her in close so my hard cock was nestled against those sweet cheeks while I slid my hand over her belly and down onto her soft mound. I could feel the curls crushed inside the slippery fabric, and I lost my breath for a moment. I was actually touching my twin sister's pussy. It was happening. I dared to slide my fingers down a little farther and my God, she was soaking wet. My fingers slipped into a hot, slick crevice that wasn't even yet her actual cunt. She had soaked through her panties. And as I touched her she let out this moan, like she really wanted me. She was breathing heavily now. She was turned on. I had done it. 

At that point I was sure it was a dream, so I pulled her on top of me and started kissing her like my life depended on it. My tongue was in her mouth so deep and she was giving it right back to me, warm and willing as she ground herself on my cock. I clenched her ass tightly in my hands, pressing her down harder on my swollen dick, which felt like it was about to burst from her pressure and her heat and the thrill of my sister being so willing with me. I could taste her, smell her, feel her weight on me. I was devouring her mouth and she was panting and kissing me back and rubbing herself on me with abandon, so hot and so willing. I was ready to cum but I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel that wetness and that heat wrapped around my straining cock; I wanted to be buried in her sweet sheath, to fill her completely and empty my balls into her. I wanted to feel her cum on me, to make my cock even wetter with her juices. Jesus. I couldn't take it anymore, the delicious grinding and pressing and hot fucking wet needy amazing ecstasy. 

"Dana, I need you," I whispered, tugging aside her panties, my fingers slipping into her secret flesh, the destination of my virgin cock. Her face was close to mine, her forehead resting against mine, and it was perfect. All I wanted was for us to stay that way, just that way – except with my cock inside her. And I would make beautiful love to my sister and die a happy man. 


Derek's Story Ch. 01



 This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a rather long series. There will be sex involved with this story ( I promise I will do my best to be as descriptive as possible when necessary), but my primarily purpose is the development of the various characters and their relationships. The more positive the reception is to my story, the longer it will continue. Enjoy! 

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I have never been very good with the ladies, but that does not mean I have not been able to seize an opportunity when it has presented itself. I was a late bloomer, having lost my virginity during my sophomore year of college. I attribute a lot of that to having never been comfortable in my own skin when I was younger. A lot of this probably has to do with genetics as I started losing my hair when I turned 15. At a time when I should have been first exploring relationships with members of the opposite gender I was instead doing all that was possible to keep the attention off the top of my head. While my friends and family were supportive of me and my challenge, some of the bullies in school used to mock me mercilessly. This developed into a natural shyness, something I still struggle with to this day.

Due to my hairline, I found myself trying to find other ways to get over my low self esteem. Sports was the first solution to present itself. When the first few hairs starting falling out I marched straight into the gym and pushed myself as hard as possible to make sure that the last thing people noticed about me was the top of my head. At times I even went to the extreme, one such time resulting in a detached bicep tendon that required shoulder surgery a few days after my 16th birthday. I learned my lesson after that and ended up changing my workout routine. Instead of trying to get bulked up I instead focused on definition, often trying new work out programs like Insanity. As I continued to get into better shape my new found body often caused the school bullies to leave me alone. Due to my shyness I spent the majority of my high school career keeping to myself and hitting the gym.

While most people would think my shoulder surgery would have been a major setback to my athletic career, I knew that I never was going to be the star quarterback or anything like that. However, because I was in good shape and had the desire to stay active, I ended up joining my schools Ultimate Frisbee team. I was a natural at the sport, quickly being named co-captain during my sophomore (this year) year. I loved it. I was quick and had a mean flick throw. I was not the best player on the team, but I always gave it my all and my teammates respected me for that. 

I've always had a very loving family, even if it wouldn't be considered normal by today's standards. You see my parents died when I was 8 years old leaving me and my younger sister Maura alone in the world. Even though Maura was only a year younger than me at the time, she was able to escape from that time period relatively in good condition. For Maura it seemed that our parent's death only momentarily affected her. Me, on the other hand, swore that I would never allow further harm to come to my sister. I would never let her feel alone ever again. My sister became my world and it was now my job to protect her for the harms that she would face in the world. This was a large responsibility for an 8 year old to handle, but luckily I would have some help. 

You see, after the accident my mom's sister Tia took us in to live with her and her family. Looking back, I will say that if there was one person whom I would look up to as a role model it would be my Aunt Tia. I respected her because she took us in, even though she was in the middle of going through her own divorce at the time of my parent's death. So at the tender age of 23 my Aunt Tia was now responsible for not only her two twin 7 year old daughters (Kara and Jessica), but also for me and my sister as well. Before I continue I will say this now, I don't hate my Uncle Mark. He and my Aunt Tia dated all throughout high school, and when she became pregnant during the summer prior to her junior year, my uncle did the right thing and married her. From what I remember my mom telling me, he had to get permission from both of their parents as well as from a judge before everything was made official. For the next 6 years they struggled to make it work, but in the end they were just too young. As time went on he moved on to find his own happiness with another women, but he was always a great dad to Kara and Jessica. They were his only children and he made sure that he was there for every birthday, often even trying to spent time with them during the holidays. Even though he divorced my aunt when we first moved with her, Mark made an effort to be somewhat of a fatherly figure to my sister and I. Whenever I needed to have a heart to heart with a male authority figure he was more than willing to take my call. 

As I said, I respect my Aunt Tia above all else. When she was 23 she was the pretty much the sole provider for four young children. Anyone one else in that position would have potentially folded under the immense pressure that was placed upon her shoulders, but my Aunt Tia dug in her heels and strove to do her best. She put all her energy into our family and her career. At the time of my parent's death she had just become the assistant head coach for the local university girls' volleyball team. She had played all throughout junior high and high school and actually had earned a national championship during her junior year at college. She was a natural athlete and teacher and it only seemed natural that after her collegiate career ended that she would end up coaching her own team. As the assistant coach she was able to pass on her knowledge of the sport to the next generation. Additionally, her career choice gave her the time to be with us four munchkins and there never was a shortage of available babysitters. The team loved her and together they did very well often advancing far into the playoffs.

Her big break came three years later when she was offered the head coaching position at a major state university. For the purposes of this story I will leave out the name of the university because her career means the world to me and I would hate to do anything to tarnish her legacy or her reputation. Let just say she has done every well there. So anyways, at the age of 26 my aunt was able to move us into a new home and start a new life for all of us. Another great thing about this opportunity was that because she was now an employee of the university all four of us now had our colleges paid for. 

Thus far I have only described my personal feelings for my aunt, but an added bonus is she would best be described (now at the age of 35) as a total milf. She was a tall brunette with a very athletic build that had only developed fuller curves as she had gotten older. Let me just say that my friends weren't the only ones who had fantasies about her when we all entered our teenage years. While I would not say my aunt was well endowed, she still had a respectable B cup that had the perkiness of a twenty year old, even now as she was in her thirties. The best feature of my aunt, other than her smile (don't judge me, as we all have our own things) was her ass. It was perfect. My aunt would walk across campus and every male and some females would often turn their heads in the hopes to get a glimpse. 

The one thing, however, that I never understood about my aunt was she never went out on any dates. I guess it was understandable when we were all younger, but now, when I was about to turn 20 and my two cousins and sister were all 19 years old and in their first year of attending the university, it didn't make sense for her not to date. We usually were able to talk about anything, but this was one topic that I never had the courage to ask about and she never seemed to be interested in discussing anyways.

As for the other three women in my life, all are extremely different and yet extremely similar all at the same time. Maura was for a lack of a better word, my best friend. We were always close growing up, but after the accident became inseparable, always finding a reason or need for us to be close to one another. As we continued to grow my friends were more than willing to accommodate our closeness because, as they put it, my sister was a total babe. I knew she was attractive, but growing up I never really looked at her as anything other than my sister. As her older brother it was my job to protect her, never take advantage. 

While some might have considered my sister to have been a babe, she was also a huge band geek. Imagine Alyson Hannigan's character in the American Pie series for that is possibly the best way for me to describe her. As for looks, she was tall, actually about an inch taller than me at 5'10'' with a slender build and milky white skin. Her hair was brunette in color and had a natural curl to it. While I used to tell her that I liked her hair naturally curled, she still looked amazing whenever she straightened it out. Her breasts were small, but nice as they fit her figure. She used to always complain about how she wished they were bigger, but I thought they were perfect for her. To this day we can and still do talk about anything. I know all of her secrets and she knows all of mine, including my crush on our cousin Kara. 

I don't know how to describe Kara in anyway other than as my dream girl. She had followed in her mother's footsteps and was now one of the star players on the university's volleyball team, even as a freshman. She was a total babe. If you were to open up any modeling magazine she could have easily been the center fold. She had blonde shoulder length hair and some of the cutest freckles dotting her skin. She had a near perfect stomach and legs that went on for miles; let's just say that I enjoyed attending her volleyball games. To top things off, she had amazing breasts, C-cups that just bounced and bounced. 

Even now, when she was on the university team, I still made an effort to attend every one of her games. Actually because my Aunt was the head coach, I knew most of the girls on the team personally, but in my eyes, Kara was the only one I wanted. Don't get me wrong, if any of the girls offered it, I would have jumped at the chance. Even if I would have loved to get with a majority of the volleyball girls, Kara was my dream girl. She had always been the center of attention, the popular girl in high school, and now even in college she was making a name for herself. I considered myself lucky that I was able to interact with her on a daily basis.

Personality wise I always thought that Kara was rather down to earth for how great she looked and how popular she was. We never had the best relationship, but we never had the worse one either. Because she was practically my sister we interacted as siblings, often teasing each other and fighting for no apparent reason. We didn't hang out in the same social circles but I knew many people within hers, and while her friends treated me with respected, I always deemed them more as acquaintances than as friends. 

Now I know I said Kara and Jessica are twins, but they were not identical and their personalities were completely different. If I had not known they were twins there is no way I could have possibly even known based on how different they look and act. Jessica, in her own way was very pretty. She was a brunette with a slightly thicker athletic build than her sister. She had no fat on her, but due to her body shape her breast were huge, by far the largest in the family. She had a very pleasant looking face and overall her looks were what I considered to be very attractive. From an early age she had no interest in athletics, but made a constant effort to take care of herself, often eating right and doing various yoga and Pilates classes. 

I must say that I loved to hang out with her. If I considered Maura as my best friend, Jessica was a close second. We were in completely different social circles, yet we made an effort to hang out and find out what was going on in each other's lives as much as possible. If she ever needed advice she was always willing to come to me. One such example was when she was crushing on this older boy who I used to hang out with when I was younger and we all still lived in the same area. As we had grown up we all took different life paths and his turned more towards the player lifestyle with a little cocaine mixed in for fun. When Jessica asked me about him I was honest and told her that I thought she could do better and deserved better. After initially getting upset and not talking to me for three days, she eventually followed my advice. We have been able to talk about everything since. 

Well almost everything as I had not told her about my crush on her twin. I don't know if she knows about it or not. Maura has always been good about keeping my secrets and I don't believe she ever told Jessica anything about it, but there was always the possibility that Jessica had figured it out on her own. Jess was extremely smart, having been able to skip the 9th grade so that we both ended up graduating high school at the same time. Even now in college we have taken a few courses together and I must admit that I love having her in class with me. Not only is it nice having her sit next to me in class, but when we are home she is able to help me study and usually answers any questions that I might have. 

So there you have it, the four most important people in my life are all very attractive women. I love all of them, and might actually be in love with one of them, so how than might you ask has it taken me so long to get over my shyness and finally lose my virginity at age 20? Well the truth is I don't really know. Maybe it was my parents' death that changed me or maybe it was just how I naturally developed as a man, but I was never really cared about numbers growing up. Whereas some of my friends used to brag about recently nailing one of the cheerleaders, I always felt that quality mattered more than quantity. Another thing I know about myself was that I am not now or have I ever been a creep.

I remember the night of Jess and I's graduation as we both attended a party at one of our mutual friend's place. The friend was able to score a few kegs and the party was actually pretty fun until one of Jess's friends got a little too drunk and made an ass out of herself. Jess was forced to take her friend home resulting in me staying solo at the party. While I was disappointed by not having Jess there I eventually found myself having a good time. Of course whenever you drink beer you eventually have to break the seal, and once that happens you end up having to pee like every 20 or 30 minutes. It was during one of these potty breaks that I happened upon a room on my way to the bathroom and stumbled into a rather awkward situation.

The scene before me played out as follows. On the bed was a girl passed out with her legs spread open. By the looks of it nothing had happened yet, but there were 3 very shady looking characters who upon noticing me, instantly tried to force me out of the room. Even in my drunken state I was able to see what was about to take place and I told them that there was no way in the world I was going to let that shit happen. I ended up receiving a black eye and a few bruised ribs for my efforts, but the girl was never touched and the commotion resulted in several more people coming to the room. When the details of what happened came to light the 3 men were forced out of the house and I was nursed back to health. 

Now I don't believe I did anything special that night. I just knew in my heart that it was wrong. I hate guys who take advantage of defenseless girls, so when I saw what was going on I did everything I could to protect that girl. She wasn't even family, yet I was willing to get my ass beat to protect her. Imagine what I would be willing to subject myself to if any of my sisters were actually in danger. 

Anyways, words of my actions spread across school and eventually reached back to my family. In one of the few times in my life, up to this point anyways, Kara paid me more attention that was typically expected from our cousin/almost sisterly relationship. She actually kissed me on the lips, holding it for a few seconds before hugging me and leaving the room. Two things happened after my initial confusion wore off. First I learned that the girl I saved was one of Kara's friends and, secondly and more importantly, I discovered for the first time in my life that I was in love with Kara. During those few seconds my heart literally stopped beating and when I recovered she was all that I could think about.

Now when I say love I mean I literally was in love with her. I simply didn't just lust over her, which of course I did, but that I truly loved her. I knew in that moment that I would do anything, sacrifice anything, pay any price just to see her happy. I knew in that moment that the best thing in the world was her smile and that I would literally sell my soul to the devil to be able to hold her in my arms and never let go. I saw a future with her; the white picket fence, two kids running around and her always at my side type of future. The only problem was she was my cousin.

So just as quickly as the dream appear it was squashed. First off, she was my cousin and I was pretty sure it was illegal in most states for us to ever be together and secondly she was so out of my league it wasn't even funny. No matter how much I wanted to make her dreams come true I figured there was no way she could possibly ever feel the same way about me. My dream girl was just that, a dream. What was I to a girl like that but a small blip on her otherwise impressive radar. So in what should have been one of the happiest moments of my life, I felt a deep sadness creep its way into my heart.

I remember discussing the matter, for the first time with Maura a few days later. I don't know if it was because she was my sister or because she was my best friend, but from the moment the kiss happened Maura had been able to tell that something about me was different. Maybe it was my darkened mood or how I no longer seemed to act like myself over the few days following the kiss, but Maura knew something was up. In typical Maura fashion, she held nothing back and just dove head first into the conversation.

"So how long have you been in love with Kara?" 

"What?!?!, I am not in love with Kara! That is gross, she is my cousin." 

"I see the way you look at her"

"What are you talking about?" I remember saying, hoping to sound indifferent. Even if I could tell Maura anything, I still remember being afraid at how she would judge me. I mean incest is always considered taboo. It is one thing to fantasize about it, but it is another thing to actually cross the line and have a relationship with a family member. 

"Don't give me that bullshit Derek, I see how you look at her. How your eyes are full of desire and how you tense up every time she enters the room. It's so obvious."

At this point I just kept repeatedly denying all of our assertions. I knew I was busted, but still, I had no idea what to do. Should I have told my sister that I was in love with our cousin? Should I let her know that I was a freak? How would she react? I don't remember what all I said, but before long I was crying. 

"I'm a freak" I remember babbling over and over as my sister held me in her arms. I just poured my heart out. I knew the risks involved; of how she would potentially judge me, make fun of me, potentially stop speaking to me, but in my emotional state I just couldn't control myself. It was like my brain stopped working and my heart took control of my body. I even remember telling her how sorry I was, how I hated to put her into that position, how I wished more than anything that I didn't feel this way and that I didn't want anything to change between us, that I understood if she felt differently towards me afterwards.




Derek's Story Ch. 02



Exactly twelve years ago to the day, my parents were killed by a drunk driver. From what I remember about them, both were extremely hard working individuals who put their family above all else. My dad was a rising attorney within the local district magistrate's office and my mom was a full time kindergarten teacher. Even though both were very busy, they always made sure to attend all my little league games baseball, school functions and my sisters dance recitals. I remember my dad being one of those typical obnoxious fathers who attended my baseball games, always cheering me on and yelling at the officiating crew every time a call didn't go my way. Mom used to always try to tone down his enthusiasm, but I was so happy to have them both there that I never cared that he was so rambunctious. 

After he was gone, the passion that I used to have for sports slowly started to fade away. It was no longer the same without my parents there giving me constant support. Aunt Tia and the girls did their best to make me feel supported, but it just never was the same. Don't get me wrong, having the girls there meant the world to me, but no one can ever truly replace your parents. The same could be said of my sister and how she treated her dance recitals. After the death of our parents, she too lost interest and seemed to just wonder aimlessly for a while before discovering her passion for playing the flute. Whereas the band became her way of dealing with the loss of our parents, I often found myself in the gym. 

Since their deaths I had made an effort to come to their grave every year on the anniversary of their death. Often times I end up coming by myself, but occasionally my sister would tag along. The head stone is nothing special; it simply reads my parents names, their date of births and the day they both died. I don't want to say we lucked out, because well my parents were dead, it is a horrible way to describe what happened, but we were somehow able to purchases two burial plots side by side so that they could always be together. At the time, when my Aunt was struggling to support us, being able to purchase the two burial plots was almost considered a miracle, especially with the cost associated with the purchase. I remember thinking about how unfair it was that they were no longer a part of our lives, about how they had tragically been taken from us. Two amazing parents who had their lives were stolen from them. They were forced to abandon their two children, and now all that remains of them is a head stone that has no real defining characteristics. If I hadn't known where they had been buried, it is highly unlikely that I could have ever found where they were laid to rest. The world would have never known the tragedy of their loss. 

On this particular visit, all I could think about was whether or not they would be proud of me. While it might seem like a weird practice to you; I still talk to my parents every time I visit them. Whenever I am there, I have a need to let them know about everything that is going on in mine and my sister's lives. Even though they are gone, they will always be my mom and dad. Aunt Tia is my new mom, and I love her with all my heart for everything that she and done and sacrificed for Maura and I, but she will never truly replace them. 

A few days ago it would have been just your typical schools going well, I am staying out of trouble, nothing too major to report type of conversation, but now my whole world was upside down. Not upside in the sense that things were whirl-winding out of control, but upside down in the sense that I was romantically involved with my cousin Kara. We were attempting to hide it from the rest of my family. Even now, as I stood before my parents, I was hesitant to tell them about Kara. I knew that they would love me no matter what, but still, it was my Cousin Kara who had captured my heart. 

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After shaving, a process that took about twenty minutes to do the full face and head completely, and I showered before getting dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Seeing the time, I raced over to the dining hall to meet Jenelle. 

I felt nervous going into this meal for two main reasons. First, I had not told Kara about what happened before she attacked me/made my dreams come true, and secondly, Kara and I never really discussed whether or not we were an exclusive couple. I mean I wasn't planning on trying to juggle several different women around, for truth be told ,all I wanted was Kara. However, I was still nervous and curious as to why Jenelle wanted to see me. Honestly, I was surprised that she even wanted to talk to me. I mean, how do you confront someone/have a conversation with the guy that saw you drink so much that you had to go to the hospital to have you stomach pumped? Having never been in that situation before, even though now I was about to be in the receiving end of one such conversation, I could barely imagine the difficultly and courage that it must take for one to even begin. I also began to wonder if Seth, her brother and my friend who I had let down, would be attending the meal with us.

As my mind raced in a million different directions, I walked into the dining hall, half expecting to be jumped by Seth. I had disgraced his sister; honestly I wouldn't have blamed him if he publicly kicked my ass. It would have sent a message to all the other guys on campus that his sister was not to be treated so poorly. To my relief Seth wasn't there. Oddly, I felt somewhat disappoint that he did not in fact kick my ass. 

It actually took me a few seconds of looking around before I was able to locate Jenelle. She had isolated herself in the far back corner of the mess hall, dressed casually in a pair of sweatpants with a long sleeve shirt and a pair of large black glasses that covered a majority of her face. I could instantly tell that she was still feeling the effects of last night. My own liver had always been able to distill my alcohol consumption so that I rarely, if ever woke up with a hangover, but just by looking at Jenelle, I could tell that she might need the assistance of a trash can at any minute. All the more astonishing, even though I could tell she felt like crap, she still looked beautiful. I started to wonder if maybe she was one of those girls that could look good no matter what she wore; like if she was only wearing a trash bag she would still make it look elegant, like she was wearing an evening gown. 

As I approached the table, I noticed the slightest hint of a smile slowly work its way across her lips. I was somewhat taken aback; instantly feeling the need to apologize for my actions. However, before I could even open up my mouth to mutter the necessary words in an attempt to seek her forgiveness, she stood and kissed me on the cheek. My skin turned redder than a tomato as I blushed. I then helped her to sit back down, taking the seat besides her. Having expected to have been chewed out or maybe even being declared a scumbag, I marveled in this unforeseen change in circumstance. Noting my lack of callousness in regards to everything that happened, Jenelle's lips formed a full on smile. As she removed her glasses we made eye contact. 

Even with the bags under her eyes, I still felt myself being drawn towards her as our eyes continued to meet. Whereas Kara had eyes that could make the sea jealous, Jenelle's brown eyes could literally freeze you in your tracts. Unable to move or think, I just continued to get lost in her eyes. When I came out of my trance, I found myself again taking in all of her features. Her full pouty lips, her cute almost button like nose, the way her brunette hair perfectly formed around her face, draping down along the contours of her back, and the way her eyes seemed to make me zone out everything around us. As her eyes continued to overtake me, it appeared like we were the only two people in the entire room. 

As the desire that I had had towards her last night returned, another feeling also slowly made its way across my body. I felt my stomach turn nauseous and my heart began to ache; thoughts of Kara flickered throughout my brain. I wasn't sure why, but I was beginning to feel guilty. It's not like I was doing anything wrong by having lunch with Jenelle, but a small part of me felt like I was cheating on Kara. We had only been together for maybe six hours, but already I started to wonder if my actions would make Kara jealous or cause her any sort of emotional pain. We never said we were exclusive; the next time I saw her, I decided that we needed to discuss it. I had to know where we both stood.

The sudden change in my expression was immediately noticed by Jenelle, she took the opportunity to begin our much needed discussion. While I was still lost in thought, she actually apologized for last night. Upon realizing that she was actually apologizing to me, I found myself instantly snapped back to reality and utterly confused.

"Why are you apologizing to me Jenelle? If anything, I am the one who should be apologizing to you. I should have realized we both had a little too much to drink.... I should have cut us both off sooner."

"Derek, none of this was your fault. If anything you were a perfect gentleman last night. You didn't take advantage of me, and then after I got sick, you were so worried that you called my brother to help come take care of me." She paused to look around to make sure no one was within hearing distance before continuing. "Part of me wishes you weren't such a gentleman and maybe had taken advantage of the situation."

What? She wanted me to take go further with her last night? She wanted me to take advantage of her? Did that mean she liked me? Did she actually have a great time last night? What would have happened if she had not gotten sick? Did she remember everything that happened last night after all? All these thoughts ran through my mind as I tried to digest what she had just said. I even started to wonder if that was why her friends giggled last night before we left to go to the party, when I said I would take care of her. 

Noticing my confusion she continued; "I had a great time last night Derek, you were funny and charming the entire evening and I had to go and mess everything up."

As tears began to form in her eyes I realized that I needed to reassure her that I wasn't mad or upset about anything from last night. Truth be told, I too had had a great time. Even with everything that had just happened with Kara, I couldn't deny the connection that had formed between Jenelle and I. If Kara had not all of a sudden barged into the picture, I am sure I would have been overjoyed at the sudden direction that this lunch seemed to being going. Yet, even with what happened with Kara, I still felt open to the possibility of what Jenelle and I could potentially become. 

Looking straight into her beautiful brown eyes I said, "You didn't mess anything up last night. After you got sick, I couldn't stop blaming myself. I was afraid that you would never want to talk to me again." As if my hand was no longer under my control, I saw it reach out and place itself on the top of hers, cupping it gently. Then without even thinking I blurted out, "Can we start over?" 

Did I just say that? Can we start over? What the hell was I doing? Yeah, I really liked this girl, but what about Kara? In that moment, I felt like a real douche bag. I don't know why I said it, but at the same time, I knew that I had meant it. I liked Jenelle. She was amazing. Everything about her just made me want to get to know her better; wanted me to be able to see her again. As I waited for her response, I began to feel anguished. Would she go out with me again? Did she like me back? Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking or why I was thinking it. 

When she said yes, my heart leapt inside my chest. This beautiful girl wanted to go out with me again. I had no idea why, but I didn't care. Briefly, I began to wondering if there was something different about me, all of a sudden. I mean, why did two beautiful women wanting to hang out with me? I had already made love with Kara several times, and from the glint in Jenelle's eyes, I could tell that the possibility of us being intimate somewhere down the road was at least crossing her mind. Was I different? I put a pin in that thought and continued my conversation with Jenelle.

Over the next hour we talked about a great many things. We talked about what it was like to ride in an ambulance, about what might have happened if she had not gotten sick, about how her friends thought I was cute for being so worried about her. We even talked about how her brother, while initially upset, was now no longer mad at me. I will admit, I was actually surprised to hear that, as I expected Seth to hate my guts. I figured that Jenelle must have at least talked to Seth, maybe told him to keep his cool for the time being, because she liked me so much or something like that. She liked me, we talked about that too. 

As we ate, the conversation shifted from last night to various interests that we mostly shared. It was truly another wonderful experience that I was again sharing with her. I could not believe how much I liked this girl. Kara, while at the back of my mind, was just that, at the back of my mind. When I was with Jenelle, I was with Jenelle. I still felt guilty for being there; for enjoying myself so much, but there was another part of me that didn't care. It was almost like something had been awakened inside of me. I take that back, I did care. I knew at that moment that I would never do anything to jeopardize my romance with Kara, but there was no denying these feelings for Jenelle. It was like she had this power over me; it felt like I would melt if she simply commanded it of me.

As our lunch ended, I knew I had to get out of there. I didn't want to leave, but I figured I needed some time to be alone with my thoughts. As we both stood to leave and say our goodbyes, she tripped and fell into my arms. Out of instinct I caught her and pulled her close to me in an effort to help her regain her balance. Then, before I knew it, our lips were embraced. Standing in a corning of the dining hall, our tongues broke the barriers of each others' lips and jettisoned into each others' mouths. The passion of this kiss was undeniable, almost like it was out of a movie. If, in that moment, Jenelle had lifted one of her legs behind her and held it in the air, I would have described this kiss as perfect. 

As the kiss lingered people began to notice and stare. Feeling their eyes upon us, we broke the kiss and both began to blush. Looking at her, I knew that I was screwed. I wanted to ravish her body, throw her down right there on the table, and have my way with her. Any position, any hole, it didn't matter. I just wanted to; no I needed to have my dick inside her. I needed to pleasure her, to have her reach climax again and again before finally unloading myself into her. I had never felt so strongly about anything before in my life. We walked out of the cafeteria hand in hand before kissing once more and departing. 

As I walked, with no particular destination in mind, I just allowed my mind to wonder over the past few hours of my life. I began to question what was going on, and why all of a sudden everything had changed. I didn't believe that I had done anything differently. If anything, my life had pretty much become routine. I would wake, go to the gym, go to class, study, eat, hang out with friends and family and sleep. The only thing different about me was that I had, for about the last two months or so, been shaving my head. I figured that there was no way a new hair style could have this great an impact on my life. It had to be something else, something I was doing, some different way I was acting. Why were women finally paying attention to me? Was it because I was no longer a virgin? Yeah, maybe that was it. I was a man now and maybe the women on campus could sense it about me. But if the loss of my virginity was the reason for the sudden change in attitude that women had towards me, than what would explain Kara's need to crawl into my bed in the middle of the night when I was still a virgin?

Maybe I have somehow developed telekinesis or telekinetic powers; whichever one of those allowed you to control and influence people's minds. Maybe I had developed that power. Seeing a cute girl walking towards me, I decided to test my possible new powers. Thinking to myself I thought, "Take off you cloths and have sex with me. Take off you cloths and have sex with me. Take off you cloths and have sex with me." She continued to just walk past me, only glancing up to smile at me, before continuing upon her merry way. Ok, so I don't have special mind control powers I thought, but something was different. I had to figure out what it was. Usually pretty girls avoided such eye contact with me, and I never got the smile before. 

As I continued to wonder around campus, sights and sounds being oblivious to me. Everything just seemed to pass by in a blur as I tried to figure out the solution for why my life was suddenly that much better than yesterday. Soon, I found myself standing at the steps of Aunt Tia's house. It was somewhat amusing that my subconscious has taken me to my Aunt's house. Whenever there was a problem (I admit, a poor word choice to describe my current situation) going on in my life, my family was often the first place I would turn to seek advice. I loved talking to all of them, especially Maura. It seemed like she knew my heart better than I did. If anyone could help me solve what was going on, I knew it could be her. 

I entered the house, discovering it to be eerily quiet. Checking the time on my phone, I realized that both Kara and Jess were out at some sort of school function (Kara most likely hanging with her volleyball friends and I believed that Jess had recently enrolled in a Saturday lecture series), but that did not explain why the house was so dreary. Usually with three 19 year old girls congregated in one place, the house was always bustling. Now, for some unknown reason, the whole house just seemed weird. I slowly made my way inside, calling out to see if anyone was home. After no response, I started randomly checking the rooms to make sure that everything was alright. As each room I entered proved to be clear, my worry started to wane, but at the same time, I still could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was noon; at least my sister and my aunt should've been home. 

As I entered my aunt's room, I could hear the familiar sounds of her shower running in the distance. I called out her name, in an attempt to alert her of my presence, but again I got no response. I hesitated for a second, with my hand on her bathroom door. Should I enter? Maybe she was just in the shower and she could not hear my call, or maybe she had possibly slipped and fallen. Maybe she was in need of some help. I really was unsure of what to do. As I mentioned earlier, my Aunt was really attractive, but she was my Aunt and pretty much also my mother. I never thought of her that way, even if she had appeared in my fantasies from time to time. They were just fantasies. I never had any intention of attempting to fulfill them like I had with Kara. My Aunt, in my mind would only ever stay a fantasy, nothing I could do, or ever wanted to do would change that. I decided that the best option was to open the door so I could make sure that she was ok. If something had happened, I needed to know about it so I could act, to make sure that she got the proper care that she might possibly have needed. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, popping my head inside. As my eyes dart from one side of the room to the other, trying to peer through the shower mist, I made out a slender female form standing in front of the mirror. As I focused all of my attention onto that figure, I began to realize that my Aunt was checking out her reflection. All that stood between the sight of her perfect body and me was a yellow towel that was barely long enough to cover her long legs and amazing ass. I began to pray that she would bend over, affording be a better view on her bum, or even that she would completely remove that towel so I could see her for the true goddess that she was. 




Derek's Story Ch. 03



I have never been so pissed off in my entire life. Not only had Kara denied our exclusivity, but she has shattered all hopes of us having a future together. That bitch had told me she loved me. She had gotten me to express my secret; she had gotten me to confess that have been in love with her for over two years when she jumped into my bed. She had attacked me in the middle of the night; whereas before I was grateful for her impromptu decision, now I cursed her for it. I opened my heart up to her, and as soon as she could, she had slammed the metaphorical door in my face. For a short twenty-four hour period I was on top of the world. All of my prays had been answered and all my dreams had come true. Then in one fell swoop, everything was gone. It was liked I had found my paradise only to have it suddenly taken away from me. I had never felt so alone and miserable in my entire life. 

Even then, as I sat in my Tuesday economics lecture, I found myself unable to concentrate. As the professor rambled on about god knows what, I found myself thinking of ways I could crush Kara's spirits. My anger only allowed me to concentrate on how I was going to make that bitch suffer. Nothing around me mattered; all I could think about was revenge. 

The last few days had seemed like nothing more than a blur. I was a shell of my former self, a zombie oblivious to the outside world. I don't recall much after I received her text. I don't remember how long I stayed at the cemetery, I don't recollect on how I got the car back home, and I really don't know what all my going through my head after Kara had ruined my life. The only thing I do actually remember is pulling into my Aunt's driveway at the exact time Kara was walking out the front door. In my anger and confusion, I actually shifted the car into reverse before speeding away, with my tail between my legs. I could not stand the sight of her. Even though she was beautiful, all I saw, when I looked at her in that moment, was hatred. I didn't even have the heart to glance back at her as I drove off. In an attempt to flee from my heart, I just drove. 

Minutes seemed to turn into hours as I drifted from place to place, driving the car in no particular direction. In actuality, I had simply pulled off in a parking lot about two miles up the road, but in my confused state, it seemed like I had driven for days. I hated her so much. How could she have done this to me? I had given my heart, and she had repaid me with blood. Did that cunt even know what real love was? Did she understand that loving someone meant always wanting to be with them, doing whatever you could to make sure that they were happy? Before this, I would have been willing to sacrifice anything, just as long as it brought her peace. I knew I understood what love was, but for Kara, the word love was something that she apparently just threw around nonchalantly. To me anyways, it seemed like she never even taking the time to understand the deeper meaning of the word. 

A small hole had formed in my heart. All the years of longing for Kara were suddenly replaced with a deep seeded hatred for her. I was so angry. I felt it necessary to hurt her like the way that she had hurt me. I wanted her to experience a pain similar to the one that she had caused me. There was no way that we could possibly ever recover from this. She had gone from my cousin, to my lover, to the most vial person in existence, in a matter of days. As I rubbed the tears from my eyes, I started thinking of possible ways to get back at her. 

I knew that I had to show her that she too meant nothing to me; for I was damn sure that that was how she regarded me. There had to be something that I could do to show her just how little I thought of her in that moment. Some act that would further drive the lynch pin between us. Screw the fact that she was still my cousin. I didn't care anymore. She had broken my heart. I had to get rid of her from life. Damn I thought as I remembered she had been in my bed. How was I going to be able to sleep at night knowing what we had shared in there? How many times would I have to wash the sheets to rid them of her smell? Would I have to burn them? Would I have to get a new mattress?

My mind was running in circles; Kara this, Kara that....Kara, Kara, Kara. I had to get the thoughts of her out of my head. I had to do something to make this hurt disappear. As my thought process continued to twirl, I kept finding myself coming back to the concept of making everything disappear. Instantly I knew what I had to do. I needed to act like the last few days had never happened. To not acknowledge them would show her that they hadn't really mattered. While I was lying to myself about how I felt about her, I figured it would be the best way to move on with my life. To act as if she was nothing more than a small blip in my life that was already forgotten would hopefully crush her. It was a good starting point, but over time I would need to figure out more things to do to her. 

I also resolved myself to forget about my feelings for Kara too. That dream of being with her was just that, a dream. Though I had a short window to live out the fantasy, I saw that there was no possibility of it ever becoming real. There was no chance that the two of us could ever grow old together; no chance of us ever starting a family together. I needed something real, something to grasp a hold of and never let go. I was clear that I was never going to experience that with Kara. I had danced too close to the sun and got burned. My arrogance and foolishness had gotten the better of me. I was an idiot for thinking that Kara and I could ever be happy. I vowed to never again allow myself to experience that level of pain. I was now in charge of my destiny. I would be the one who determined how my life turned out. 

The turmoil of the last few days, I was sure, had already cost me one family member. I was sure that I would never be able to look at Kara the same way again. Honestly, I figured it would be best to just go through life ignoring her for the most part. However, because I had lost one sibling, I swore to myself that I would never let myself do anything to hurt either Jess or Maura. They were to become my rocks and I was to become theirs. I needed to go out of my way to further build upon those two relationships. Feeling content with my thought process, I finally pulled out of the parking lot, and again made my way to Aunt Tia's house. I returned her car before bolting back to my dorm room to be alone with my thoughts.

Once in my dorm, my anger got the better of me as I threw my desk chair across the room. Even with my resolve to move on with my life, I was still furious. I threw my face into my pillow and just screamed. I shouted my frustrations into the soft feathers in an attempt to erase some of my mental anguish. As tears continued to run down my cheeks, I hollered again and again, anything to take my mind off of the blond bombshell who had suddenly destroyed my life. Clenching my hands into fist, I repeatedly slammed them down into my comforter. Though I hated Kara, I never thought I was hitting her as I slammed down my fist. Even in my rage I knew it was wrong to ever want to physically hurt her in any way. Instead, all my anger was directed towards my mattress. The wrath that overtook my body seemed relentless. Had someone seen me in this weakened state I am sure they would have feared for their own safety. 

Finally, overcome with exhaustion, I began to settle down as my anger receded. After my emotional outcry, I started to look at my overall situation. As the saying goes, when one door closes, another one suddenly opens. JENELLE! How could I have forgotten about her? While every fiber in my body hated Kara for what she had done to me, a sudden flicker of positivity sprang forth throughout me as Jenelle came into focus. Maybe, just maybe, there was a potential silver lining to my story after all. 

As quickly as she appeared into my thoughts, I was forced to drive her out. There was no way I was ready to instantly throw myself in another relationship. She would be an instant rebound, and I cared too much about her at this point to ever subject her to such cruelty. She deserved better, and in my emotional state, I was not sure if I could treat her how she needed to be treated. However, I wanted to see her again. When I was with her, I actually hardly ever thought about Kara. I began to wonder, would she actually be considered a rebound girl then? I honestly didn't have a clear answer. I have always thought of myself as a pretty upstanding gentleman, so whatever I was going to do in regards to Jenelle, I knew that I was going to make sure I was ready for it. I needed to put what was best for her above what was best for me. This was not a situation that I should just jump into feet first while worrying about the consequences later. I liked her and wanted to see where it potentially could go. 

As Jess raised her hand to respond to one of the professors questions, I was brought back into the present. As difficult as it was to keep my emotions in check, I had to put on a brave face for my cousin. However, my situation was made even more difficult by the fact that Jenelle also happened to be taking the same class. I honestly don't know how I missed her before. When bored overtook me, I used to let my eyes wonder throughout the classroom in an attempt to distract myself from the professor's lecture. I knew that the room consisted of 86 ceiling tiles, 17 light fixtures plus 4 exists. I knew that there were roughly 100 people in the class, and for the most part, I knew where a majority of them tended to sit. In all that time, I never noticed that Jenelle was also in attendance. She must have sat somewhere in the back corner of the room, at least prior to that day, as she had recently taken up residence on my left side while Jess sat on my right. 

As Jess and I entered the class, to grab our usual seats, we were both surprised to bump into Jenelle. Personally, I was beyond shocked, but at the same time, I was very pleased to see her. As I made the introductions, the three of us decided to sit together. Jess had heard a little bit about Jenelle, most likely because of Maura. I assumed Maura had told Jess about our conversation; the one where I said that I was considering dating Jenelle. The two girls exchanged pleasantries, and for the most part, seemed to get along rather well. As we sat there, I pretty much just let them have their own conversation, only interjecting when they attempted to draw me into the discussion. For the most part, their conversation did little to hold my interest; it wasn't till the topic of how Jenelle and I met came up, that I found myself really listening to what they had to say. 

Apparently, Jenelle first saw me during out Freshman Orientation, and from what she told Jess, she thought that I was pretty cute. At the time (when this conversation actually took place), I was unable to recall seeing her during orientation weekend (later on, after I jumped off the emotional rollercoaster, I was able to recall her). Since Orientation weekend, she had been looking for a way to meet me. It wasn't until her brother Seth and I started to form a friendship that she actually worked up the nerve to set up our meeting. I must say that hearing this, even while depressed, brought a small smile to my face. After they changed subjects, I again tuned them out, drifting off into the dark corners of my mind. The girls kept up their discussion for another few minutes before the professor arrived, signaling the start of class. 

So there I was, sandwiched between two beautiful women; one of them being my cousin, and the sister of my former lover, while the other was a girl that I had just met, and was really starting to enjoy hanging out with. At any other time in my life, I probably would have been happy about my current situation, but in that particular moment, I was miserable. As if on cue, my phone began to vibrate signaling that I was receiving a call, only further adding insult to injury. It was probably Kara again I thought, as I didn't even bother to see who the call was from. With this recent call, that made 14 times that she has called me over the last few days. As I pressed the ignore button, I felt a little pleased with myself as I had now sent her to my voicemail 14 times. Luckily I was in class, so when I pressed the ignore button, neither Jess nor Jenelle thought much of it. I was not in the mood to talk to Kara. 

Jess finished her response, and the lecture continued. I made an effort to pay attention for the last few minutes, but finally admitting defeat, and drifted off into my own thoughts. When class was dismissed, Jenelle actually had to give me a little nudge to end my daydreams. Following the two ladies out of into the hall, just hoped that I would soon be able to slip away; back to my room so I could be left alone. When Jess suggested that we all attend Kara's volleyball match later that night, I felt as though my heart had fallen into my stomach. I didn't want to see Kara, let alone cheer her on. Who cares about school spirit when the one you are supposed to cheer for is a heartless bitch? Feeling as if I had no choice in the matter, I reluctantly agreed. It was going to be a long night.

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As three of us sat in the stands, it dawned on me that this was actually a great way for me to make Kara jealous. Don't get me wrong, as much as I wanted to hurt Kara emotionally, this was not planned at all. I had pretty much been dragged there, and now that I was stuck there, I didn't see any way of getting out of it either. Since I was there, I figured that I might as well make the most of the situation, maybe even see how things played out. Upon my arrival, there were no particular plans of hand holding, making out in the stands, or any other public displays of affection, at least on my part. I figured that just being there with Jenelle would show Kara that I was moving on with my life. Still, I had the attitude of just wanting to get the night over with.

As we settled down, Jess noticed one of her friends a few bleacher seats up from us, so she quickly excused herself, leaving Jenelle and me alone for the time being. Noticing that I had seemed out of it for most of the day, she attempted to use her charms to peak my interest. Removing her jacket, she revealed a very low cut v-neck long shelve shirt with a push up bra that showed off her already impressive cleavage. As I saw her remove her jacket, my eyes discovered her breast sticking out, and I found myself staring. Having achieved her desired effect, she started to toy with me. 

"Someone appears to like what they see."

"Ummmm,.... What? Ummmm no, I mean yes."

Giggling she continued, "Derek are you sure you are alright? You've been acting a little differently lately. You're not mad at me or anything?"

Finally prying my eyes away from her chest, I pulled her close to me and kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss, but the electricity that shot through my body was undeniable. Alright, so there was no way that Jenelle could be described as a rebound girl. If anything, that kiss proved that she was definite girlfriend material. As I stared into her eyes, still somewhat surprised that I had the will power not to look at her cleavage, I replied, "You are perfect; nothing you could possibly do would make me mad at you. I've just been thinking about my parents a lot lately." It was kind of the truth; a half-truth was better than a lie I figured. Plus there was no way I could say "I fucked my cousin a few times and well she recently dumped me, and I am pretty broken up over it." 

I had to give it to Jess; as I continued to talk with Jenelle, I began to realize that Jess had set us up on a date. My cousin was an evil genius. She had suggested that we all come together, but as soon as she had the opportunity, she bolted, leaving Jenelle and I to our own devices. In Jess's mind, she was trying to help me, and for the most part she was, but if she had known the emotional turmoil that I was currently experiencing, I am sure she probably would have acted differently. Jenelle was a great girl. I liked everything about her, and apparently had the approval of my cousin and sister to keep seeing her. If they wanted me to date her, then maybe I should just go ahead and date her. Placing my hand in hers, I finally admitted it to myself, ok, so I am now dating Jenelle. As I gently squeezed her palm, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, before laying her head on my shoulder. Letting out a long sigh she said, "This just feels right." 

It's funny how things work. About a week ago, I would have wanted to have shared that moment; that feeling with someone else, but now, with Jenelle laying her head on my shoulder, I could not think of anyone that I would rather be with. I was happy. Maybe I am an idiot. Maybe all that crap with Kara was just meant to get me there. I didn't have the answers, but in that moment, it didn't matter anyways.

With Jenelle's head still resting on my shoulder, the university volleyball team took the court to begin their warm-ups. If I understood the ramifications of the match correctly, if they were to win this game then they would have locked up the first place ranking for the playoffs. While it was not necessarily a must win situation, the match itself was to be considered important. Anyways, as the girls came out to start their pre-game rituals, I found myself doing everything possible not to look directly at Kara. However, no matter how hard I tried, my eyes kept being drawn towards her. 

During their warm-ups, I kept noticing Kara glance over towards Jenelle and I. Normally when she was on the court, the only thing that mattered to her was volleyball, but now something was obviously on her mind. Usually she is impossible to rattle. I've seen opposing fans chant all types of nonsense in an attempt to get under her skin. Now, it looked like a light breeze would knock her over. After about the tenth glance towards us, I began to wonder if I was the reason for her to break her concentration. 

Jenelle, still had her head on my shoulder, even commented on Kara's dismal state. Every time Kara glanced over towards us, she seemed to become more and more depressed looking. Why was she so disappointed to see another girl in my arms? She was the one that said we weren't an item. While I had wanted us to be exclusive, she was the one that flat out said that it wasn't going to happen. It was ignoring all of her calls and texts, but my decision not to talk to her should not have been causing her to act this way. Even Tia, who was now in full coach mode, took note that her star player just seemed out of it. My aunt, in typical coaching fashion, tried to give Kara a pep talk, but nothing seemed to wake her from her funk.

Was she jealous? I know it sounds silly, but the thought did cross my mind. Why would she be jealous? True, there was a beautiful woman wrapped around my arm, but due to Kara's choice of denying us as a couple, I figured that there was someone else in her life too. I disregarded the thought of her being jealous of me, and instead wondered if my ignoring her was having a greater effect on her than what I had originally thought. That too seemed unlikely. Out of the four of us that shared the house growing up, we all knew that Kara was the independent spirit. Other than her interactions with Jess, Kara was pretty much the lone wolf of our household. To the outside world she was Miss Popular, but when at home, she pretty much kept to herself. 

As Jess, the evil genius, finally returned, she too seemed to notice that Kara was acting differently. I simply agreed with her. There was nothing I could do, or wanted to do for that matter, to help Kara get over her current funk. I was still pissed at her. Even now, with Jenelle on my arm, I could not forget my hatred for my cousin. Kara made her bed and she could sleep in it as far as I was concerned. Shifting the focus from Kara to our upcoming Econ test, I suggested that the girls come to my room for a study session on Thursday (the night before the exam). Both thought this seemed like a good idea, plus it gave me another reason to hang out with Jenelle outside of class, so I was glad they wanted to study.




Derek's Story Ch. 04



Here is chapter 4 of Derek's story. I suggest that you read the first three chapters of Derek's story so you understand everything that has taken place up to now. I also want to apologize for the delay in getting this chapter submitted. Sometimes life throws out complications that can delay what you enjoy doing. Lastly, I want to give a very big shout out to Morg219 for helping me edit. Hopefully all the grammatical errors that I am know for will now be taken care of. Please enjoy as the better reception each of my chapters get the more determined I am to continue the story. 

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Like an unstoppable freight train, I felt the familiar tingle in my balls, alerting me that my climax was imminent. I was close; as the beautiful goddess above me continued to drive herself deeper and deeper into my pelvis, I could not help but admire the scene before me. The feel of the freshly mowed grass pressing into my back; the warmth of the sun, bouncing its way off of my face; the wind, locked within its own external back and forth struggle, danced its way across the curves of my body. Mother Nature, in all of her glory, only added to the overall sensation of my love making session. Of course, one could never forget to mention the wonder of the goddess who was impaling herself onto my rigid member. 

I don't know what it is, but sex outside always seems to be more thrilling. The possibility of getting caught, the excitement of the spontaneity involved, the thrill of the unexpected, the ecstasy of being an exhibitionist. All of these things brought me closer to my peak as Kara rode me closer and closer towards our mutual destinations. My beautiful cousin, the girl of my dreams, slowly milked my cock with her powerful thighs. I felt her fingernails gently caress the top of my throbbing shaft as she massaged her clitoris. 

Kara leaned down, her pendulous breasts crushing against my chest as she kissed me in a manner that cousins never should. My heart pounded inside my chest, almost as if it were trying to break free, similar to the chest busters in the Alien series. My own breathing became increasingly rapid as I returned her kiss with an equally scandalous amount of passion. Suddenly Kara shrieked triumphantly as her climax wracked her body within a shuddering, quivering, raging ecstasy. Her tunnel became impossibly wetter as her pussy muscles clamped down on me while our sexual organs furiously slapped together. 

As Kara washed my prick in a flow of honey while her inner muscles celebrated happily, I grabbed her hips, thrusting forcefully in an attempt to help her reach the precipice of her orgasm. Tilting her head back in sheer bliss, Kara lay praise upon me to the heavens above as I pounded her body further and further into her climax. The sight of Kara, my beautiful cousin, convulsing in pleasure as the sun glistened off the sweat droplets streaming down her body proved to be too much as my damn burst. 

My stomach muscles trembled as my hips levitated off the ground; my seed finding its way into my cousin. As she felt the first remnants of my sperm enter her body, Kara screamed out in joy. "OH FFFFUUUCCCKKK YYYYEEEESSSSSS DEREK! GIVE ME YOUR CUM, GIVE ME ALL OF YOU CUM. PUT IT INSIDE ME WHERE IT BELONGS!" Hearing her words only drove me further over the edge as I felt the strength of my spurts increase in intensity. 

"Oh my God Kara, you are incredible.....Oh, Kara!"

I sat up as if I had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Whereas before, I was like a cat purring while it laid in the sun, now I was utterly confused. I didn't know where I was or how I had gotten there. The last thing that I remembered was Jenelle and I in the bathroom. There was also the hallway, with all of those people in it. Oh shit, she had been embarrassed by the audience. Why did my head hurt? I remembered whipping her with my towel before following her into the room. Was she mad at me? Did she hit me? What happened after she hit me? Is she still here? How did I get into my bed? All of these questions ran through my mind as I tried to recall what had happened after I screwed Jenelle in the shower.

As I slowly began to fit together the puzzle pieces of my memory, my attention shifted to the warm figure stirring beside me. The only light in the room came from my clock, which stated it was still a little after two in the morning. As my fingers traced the bump along the back of my skull, I found myself trying to determine who the girl was beside me. Logic dictated that it was most likely Jenelle, but mere seconds ago I was lying outside fucking Kara. As my nerves began to calm, the realization that I had only been dreaming of Kara dawned on me. Still, if experience had taught me anything, then there was at least a possibility that Kara had snuck into my room again. 

However, the possibility of Kara being in my room began to become more and more unlikely as I remembered the sex with Jenelle last night. We had been loud and the overall session was extremely intense. When we walked into the hallway it was obvious that people knew what we had been doing. This was a college campus and gossip spreads almost as quickly as bacteria. If word hadn't gotten back to Kara, or someone else in my family, I figured they would know about it sooner or later. If Kara had heard about it, then it was extremely unlikely that she would have come to be by my side. More likely, her natural reaction would have been anger, and if it was Kara, most likely I would have had more than just the bump on the back of my head. 

It had to be Jenelle. With that revelation a few things popped through my head. Most importantly, since she stayed, that probably meant that she wasn't mad at me. That meant that I didn't fuck up bad enough that our relationship was ruined. I still needed to tread carefully, but in that exact second I felt a little better. Secondly, she cared enough about me to not leave me on the floor. I know it was a small gesture, and most people would do the right thing anyway, but the fact that she did it meant the world to me. Thirdly, she had stayed. We had an exam coming up in a few hours, but she had dropped everything to stay by my side to make sure that I was alright. I will admit there was a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest just thinking about that fact. 

Finally, as my nerves calmed, I laid back down beside her. As the reddish glow of the alarm clock lights danced over her face, I leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss, but there was a definite hint of passion in the force that I put behind it. My intent wasn't to wake her, for the kiss was meant as nothing more than an act of appreciation for her being at my side. To my surprise she started kissing me back. Moaning openly into my mouth, she whispered, "I love you Derek."

I shot up in an instant. I love you Derek? Is that what she just said? I have known this girl for a week and she loves me. What the hell? There was no way she was serious. Only a crazy person could fall in love with someone in under a week. We had hung out a few times and fucked once, nothing more. Yeah, the sex was incredible, but if I remembered correctly she had knocked my ass out afterwards. Even if she had felt bad about knocking me out, this had to be some sort of overreaction. No one should be throwing the words 'I love you' around so lightly.

Even as I was freaking out about it, the more emotional side of my brain tried to see if there was any truth behind her words. From our earlier discussion she had mentioned that she'd had a crush on me for over a year now, having only worked up the courage to ask me out after her brother and I became close friends. After the fiasco that was our first date, she still wanted to be with me and had actually admitted that she had wanted me to take advantage of her. Since then, she has been nothing but protective, almost as if she considered me her property. And the sex... I am sure she liked it as much as I did. Maybe she really could be in love with me?

If she was in love with me, then how did I feel about it? In all honesty, my life was confusing as shit. I was dating Jenelle and fucking my cousin. There is no denying that I was growing very fond of Jenelle, but I was not in love with her. I was in love with Kara. There was a strong possibility that I could one day fall in love with Jenelle. Hell, every second with her was getting better, but I wasn't there yet. Then again, Jenelle offered me the one thing that Kara never could; she offered me the chance to have a normal life. If Jenelle and I were to end up together, then we would be doing what was normal. We would be two, non-related, people who had met and fell in love. If Kara and I were to end up together, then we would always have the label of being an incestuous couple. The more I thought about it, the more I was unsure of what I actually wanted.

As time went on without me giving a response, Jenelle started to become concerned. She had put her heart out on the line, and my only reaction had been to jerk away from her. It was dark, so I couldn't see the expression on her face, but I needed to assume that her face exhibited nothing but fear. While I was contemplating my reaction to Jenelle's declaration, I faintly began to hear the sounds of sobbing. My inaction was causing Jenelle pain, and I was too shocked to react. Finally, in almost a whisper, she asked; "Is it because I'm not Kara?"

Her words stuck me like a knife. How the hell did she know about Kara and I? Anger tensed throughout my entire body. When I leaned down to kiss Jenelle to express my appreciation for her staying and taking care of me, I knew that I was kissing Jenelle. I was aware of it. How dare she even think that I wanted to be with Kara when I was with her. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I knew that would only make the situation worse. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before asking, "What does Kara have to do with you and me?"

"You said her name while you were sleeping. You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

Oh my God, I was so screwed. I had no idea what I had even said, but it must have been terrible. The last thing I remembered about my dream was that I was having incredible sex with Kara. If word got out that I was in love with Kara, then my life would be over. The whole school would make fun of me, all my friends would abandon me, and there was a good possibility that my family would reject me. Not only would I be screwed, but Kara would be fucked as well. If word got out that I was in love with her, it would force her to drive a nail into our relationship. Tia, Maura, and Jess would expect her to never talk to me again and that would destroy her emotionally. I could never allow for that to happen. I instantly turned defensive, desperate to do anything to prevent the inevitable. "It was just a dream Jenelle."

"It seemed like a pretty intense dream Derek," she retorted. However, I noted her change in tone transitioning into one much more normal than that of the one from her previously aggressive statement. 

I was defeated. My life was over. I had nothing left to lose. "What did I say?" I asked in an octave barely aubible above a whisper. I couldn't even look at her after I talked. I just dropped my head and stared at the floor. 

"You really didn't say much, you just moaned Kara a few times," she said in a mocking nature.

I instantly picked up on the change in her voice. Whereas before, she had been upset and aggressive, now it almost seemed as if she were making fun of me. I had never been more confused in my life. She had said she loved me, then she had attacked my feelings for Kara, and now she was making fun of me for them. I wanted to continue to be defensive, but it was easy to see that she knew that I had had a sex dream about Kara. A small part of me also wanted to blame Jenelle for the dream anyway. She had knocked me unconscious, so I could have argued that she was partially at fault, but that would have been the cowardly way out. After rationalizing my situation in my head, the best course of action seemed to be a complete change of subject. "Were you serious earlier?"

My question seemed to have gotten the results I wanted, as she slowly sat up and looked at me. It was still too dark to read her expression, so I waited for her response. When she finally did respond, it was not with what I would have expected. "Would you want the both of us together?"

Let's just say my brain exploded. "What?"

"I said, would you want to have Kara and I at the same time?"

Fuck yes! Of course I would. That would have been a dream come true. An offer to have two of the most beautiful women I knew at the same time was something I could never pass up. Almost every part of me wanted to shout a resounding "YES!" at the top of my lungs, but a small part was hesitant. There was no way she could be serious about wanting to have a threesome with my cousin. Instead of answering, I just turned on my bedside light. I had to see her face. I needed to know if she was being serious, or if she was still somehow making fun of me. 

After turning on the light, I studied every contour of her face, trying to discern every facet of it in an attempt to discover her true motives. I would have had better luck having a two-way conversation with a wall, as Jenelle proved to be impossible to read while she was just staring back at me blankly. Finally, I just had to ask, "Jenelle, where is this coming from, and why are you doing this?"

"Why am I doing what?" she asked, almost as if she were confused herself. Her response clearly had me baffled as well.

"Why are you asking me about Kara? Why are you throwing the idea of a threesome out there, and more importantly, did you mean what you said earlier?" 

"What do you mean? What did I say earlier?"

Anger is the wrong choice of word to explain what came over me when I heard her response. I am sure anger was in there somewhere, but that was not the only emotion I was experiencing. Jenelle was driving me crazy with her games. I wanted to spank her, fuck her like crazy, kick her out of my room, give her the most passionate kiss imaginable, tie her up, and never talk to her again all at the same time. I was sure she knew damn well what I was talking about. I wanted to know if she meant it when she said she loved me. I wasn't ready to say it back, but I also knew that I hated it when that word was thrown around loosely.

"Jenelle, you said you loved me." 

Before she responded, she rolled onto her stomach, bringing her face closer to my chest. I will admit, even though I was fuming, she looked incredibly sexy in that position. She then leaned in, took my nipple in her mouth, and bit down playfully. Her nibble sent a tingle racing down my spine. I let out a stifled moan as she released me, while glancing up to meet my gaze. "Did I now?" she asked playfully.

A steep feeling of lust took over my body. I wanted her, but at the same time I wanted to dominate her. By dominate I don't mean leather outfits and a whip, but instead a need to assert some control over this relationship. I have personally never been into the whole BDSM scene, as I don't have the heart for it. If that is your thing though, I would highly recommend checking out The Novelists series, written by Nicequip, or My Only Talent series by Conanthe. I will admit that both series get me excited, but like I said, it is not my personal preference. 

Forcefully, I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her to my lips. As she began to moan into my mouth, I softly pushed her head back down to the mattress. I then did something completely unexpected for the both of us; I spanked her hard on the ass. A resounding smack echoed throughout the room as my hand made contact with her skin. Instantly, the shape of my hand print reddened upon her luscious rump. She yelped in surprise.

My hand was forced to keep her pressed firmly against the bed as she struggled to sit back up, most likely to hit me. "Don't move."

She looked at me with a mix of fire and curiosity in her eyes. I assume she wondered what I was going to do next. In a challenging tone she retorted, "Or what?" 

The slight grin forming on her lips nearly threw me off. My rejoinder was barely above a whisper, as I questioned my overall resolve. "Ummm....you will be punished."

Jenelle laughed silently to herself. She seemed determined to call my bluff. She continued to try to struggle against my hand holding her down. "Let me up Derek."

Something about her, about the way she struggled and how she responded to me, just drove me even further insane with lust. I became unwavering in my plight to win this little flirtatious battle. As my nerve returned, I lifted my hand again, bringing it down firmly on her other cheek. 

Momentarily, I glanced over my work, admiring the matching set of prints reddening across her buns. The mere sight of the traces of my fingers imprinted on her skin further increased my already heightened arousal. Again, I told her not to move as I licked the back of her ear. 

"Are you going to behave now?" I asked, as I took her earlobe in my mouth, biting it gently.

"Yeah," Jenelle murmured as she closed her eyes, allowing me to control her body.

I brought my hand back down across her ass, not nearly as hard as my previous two slaps. As I threatened to hit the other cheek I said, "That's not how you address me." 

"Uh, Yes....Sir." Jenelle replied sharply as she rolled her eyes. 

"Good girls will be rewarded for their efforts." I said as I turned her head and kissed her as passionately as I could. As Jenelle purred into my mouth, I gained confidence in the fact that she would not move.

While sitting back in an upright position, I slowly began to trace my fingers up and down her spine, determined to become familiar with every inch of her body. As I allowed my fingers to dance from the contours of her shoulders to her thighs, I slowly lowered my head to retrace my fingers' paths with my lips.When goosebumps formed over her skin, I began to realize her submission was beginning to excite her as well. I purposefully moved at an agonizingly slow pace to torment her into being overwhelmed with pleasure. Jenelle's moans further drove me to continue my playful torture. In the back of my mind, I needed her desire for me to completely overpower her other senses. 

Jenelle began to squirm beneath me as I moved to the small of her back, gently nibbling across her soft skin. As much as I was getting into being dominate, I couldn't bring myself to enforce my 'don't move' decree because she was enjoying herself. In all honesty, her body was responding exactly how I wanted it to, I thought. I guess I could tolerate some movement. 

However, when she raised her head to see where I went when I shifted my body to the side of the bed, I was forced to act. 

After I had brought my hand down on her backside harder than I wanted to, she squealed in displeasure. Immediately, my resolve broke as I apologized, "I am so sorry!"

After taking a moment to consider her options Jenelle responded, "Sir, you are an idiot."

Again, I apologized, "Sorry, I was just trying to do something different, please don't be mad at me."

Soon, it became Jenelle's turn to dominate. She sat up and took my face in her hands, looking directly into my eyes. "Derek, you are an idiot, but you are my idiot."

I couldn't help but smile at her comment. I had completely ruined this moment, but she was crazy about me anyway. I honestly had no idea what to do or say. 

Sensing my indecision, Jenelle took it upon herself to reinvigorate the mood. "Now Sir, I believe you were rubbing your hands up and down my body." She grinned before she continued, "Oh, and don't be afraid to get a little rough. I kind of liked it."




Derek's Story



But she broke the spell. I guess she thought she was dreaming, too, and she woke up first. "Derek, we can't!" she said. "This is wrong, you're my brother..." She was out of my arms then, out of my reach, and I was wide awake. It had really happened, it wasn't the delicious dream we'd both thought it was, and that meant the very real rules of life applied. You can't fuck your sister in real life. We both knew it. 

"I know it's wrong," I told her, and it was on the tip of my tongue to confess everything to her – my obsession, my love for her, my need for her, when she dealt me the ultimate blow. 

"You're just horny and drunk," she accused me. And that was like a sucker punch to the gut, that she thought I would use her that way, like she was just scratching an itch, when meanwhile I loved her, I really did, and she had no idea how much. So I told her. I told her I loved her and I told her I needed her, but somehow it made it all worse. And when I turned on the light it was back to brother and sister. She was still in her panties, but I was so defeated I couldn't even appreciate it. 

So I did what a brother should do. I comforted her and told apologized and told her we would forget about it, we would never talk about it again, it was done and over with. 

Except that it wasn't, not for me. 

Flash forward to this past week. She and Jayme had been fucking almost every night in her room. I awoke to the soft sounds of my sister panting and moaning, to him murmuring things to her, to her little muffled cries as she came. It was driving me crazy. I was hard every time I heard his footsteps in the hall to her room, because I knew what he was about to touch in there, I knew her body now and how good it felt under my hands. I lay in the dark with my fingers wrapped around my cock, and I stroked myself to the sound of her being fucked by another guy. I abused my throbbing dick to the sounds of her moaning his name, begging him, whimpering as he satisfied her and sobbing when he made her cum. It was sweet torture and I was barely sleeping because they were at it all night. And long after they were done and I had spent my own load, I lay in a half-state, replaying the night at Jimmy Danforth's in my mind. 

Except this time she didn't say no. This time, my fingers sunk into her heat and she clenched around them and it was she who whispered, "I need you." She unbuckled me slowly, nipping at my lips while she sought me out with her soft fingers, raising her hips slightly to spring me free. She was on my legs, my cock standing proudly in front of her, and she stroked me and squeezed me and kissed her way down my chest, her hand never stopping, then down my stomach, her hair tickling me as she trailed down from my bellybutton with her tongue. She flicked that little tongue against my cock and I cried out, arching off the bed toward her mouth, but she chuckled softly and moved her face away. And then she whispered, "I want to suck your cock, but I'm afraid you'll cum too fast. I just need you inside me, Derek." 

I groaned as she held her panties aside and lowered herself onto my cock. My head buzzed from the thrill of being inside her, finally. It was better than I dreamed. She was hot, tight, and slippery, and all I kept thinking was, I'm fucking my sister's cunt. I'm inside Dana. This is really happening. She rode me like she had done it many times before, and I just enjoyed the feeling of her on me, the matched rhythm of our hips, her molten heat, the exquisite friction. I was getting close, and I tried to think of anything else to make myself stop. Not before her, I couldn't cum before her. She was moaning and sighing and murmuring that she loved my cock in her, it felt so good and so deep, she wanted to cum all over it, she wanted to feel me shoot my cum inside her, and it was so hard to keep from spilling but I did it, I did it, and then she was working herself on me frantically, really grinding down and clenching me, and I kissed her and she cried out in my mouth as she came hard, and I spurted without control deep inside of her, clenching my jaw and groaning, "Dana, I love you, I love you, I love you." 

But that was just a fantasy that I played over and over in my mind, because the reality was that my sister would never be mine. My sister would never allow us to break that taboo, and I would never make love to her. It was a cold shower to my brain and my cock. And in the dark I lay sleepless, yearning for her, my heart and my head and my balls aching.