For those who know me, know I seldom write stories from a man's point of view. The reason? Well usually it's because I'm imagining myself as the protagonist. I like to picture myself as the one doing all the naughty things that lead to the conclusion of my stories. It's also just easier I think to write from a woman's point of view vs. a man. Regardless of my reasoning I wanted to write something different. If you have read my other stories, then you know what turns me on. I love the whole concept of Incest, truly this is because of my sister, not just because she's pretty or that she is my sister but the fact that two people are so sexually attracted to each other that it knocks down all social/moral taboos? And it doesn't matter that they are related. That's what gets me going.
My other interest's? Lesbian sex, Anal (love it) and non-consensual (mutual if there is such a thing meaning eventually it becomes that but maybe doesn't start that way). All told I have a wide range of interests... yet one of the genres that I have never tackled is the whole mind control thing. It certainly fits into my ideas around sexual attraction so strong that it can't be contained or even readily explained. Weird huh? I tend to want to explain myself in these stories. Which I why I usually write a prologue. For you dear reader, understand this is part of my process, my startup, my happy little tree, to quote Bob Ross. I also like to add motives and commentary to my stories. I know, I know Tiff, people read erotica for the sex. Not for the character study. But me? I do it for both. I mean a good backstory leading to hot sex is why I do this. That and it gets me off. Hopefully you too. So, sit back and enjoy.
Love Tiff.
First let me say that I didn't start out with the intention of fucking my sister. Unlike most guys in these stories, I have never lusted after her. Never spied on her or even saw her as anyone but my sister. Don't get me wrong, I mean I knew she was... is beautiful. Sarah is a solid 10 on the hotness scale. Red hair, green eyes, firm breasts and an ass that would make a dead man Tube Snake Boogie, all packed into a tight little 5'4" package. I know what you're thinking, I must be a nerd right? A dweeb? A 90lb virgin? She got all the looks, and I got all the brains?
Inevitably in these sordid tales of Brother/Sister sex, the hot sister feels sorry for the pathetic brother and decides to throw him a pity fuck. Well, I hate to disappoint you but that's not the case. I'm reasonably well built, not bad looking. I don't have any disfiguring features or a hunchback or anything that would cause anyone to feel sorry for me. The best or worst that could be said about me is that I'm average. I have had a few reasonably attractive girlfriends. Even been laid a couple of times. I play sports and my current high school ranking is 398 out of 700, but I digress. I was telling you the story on how things came to pass. How I, Scott Leavens ended up living a dream? Maybe it's a nightmare.
For my parents 20th wedding anniversary, they took us on a trip. It was a once in a lifetime tour of Indonesia and some of the 1000's of islands that make up the region. You can picture the scene. Wonderous exotic sights. Fascinating foods and cultures. Gorgeous beaches. After several days in country, we somehow ended up taking a boat ride to a volcanic sliver of rock known locally as Peka Kualu (Pe-ka Koo-ah-loo). Don't bother looking for it on a map, it's not big enough. The local tour guide, a small brown guy with stringy hair and exactly 3 teeth, paddled his Kano, a kind of small canoe, with practiced ease and spun us a tale right out the Compendium of Ancient Cliche History. His ancestors were of course good and noble. Enlightened warriors muscled and built like Chris Hemsworth and one scientific advancement away from flying cars and world peace.
As almost always the case in these stories, they were at war with another tribe of inherently evil, mean spirited, puppy kicking, small penis having jerks, bent on domination. Inevitably the evil warriors got the upper hand, but before they could wipe out our good guys, a deity rose up from the ocean and punished them. This deity destroyed the island of the evil assholes in a volcanic fire, thus saving the good warriors. Ostensibly this was so that one day they could manifest their destiny by acting as fishermen, tour guides and selling seashell necklaces to tourists. He went on, telling us how lava and small eruptions made Peka Kualu, impossible to visit except for a few years every decade or so. Truth be told, I wasn't really paying too much attention.
I had broken up with my girlfriend a few months prior and for the last 6 days, I hadn't a single vision of female beauty other than my mom or sister to look at. All the local women and girls looked as rough and appealing as extras in a period monster movie. No porn (since my phone was useless there) and only limited opportunities to jerk off, had me ready to chew a hole in the boat. I found myself staring more and more at my sister and truth be told my mother. Sarah had brought a number of bikini's and while not technically thongs, they all seemed designed to show off an extraordinary amount of her ass cheeks, I mean these things had been made to specifically draw a man's eye. Honestly, it would have been insulting had I not been staring, I mean with all the money she must have spent on them and what not. My father was either made of sterner stuff than I or far more circumspect. Or maybe he was simply keeping himself in check with my mom. Her bikinis weren't much better, and they would often sneak off for some 'alone time'. As if my sister and I didn't know what they were doing.
Any rate, there I am the hero of this story or maybe the villain, I will let you decide, being paddled across the ocean, like George Washington crossing the Potomac. All to look upon a natural smoking wonder of beauty, the whole while staring at the natural wonder of 2 smoking hot females, wearing practically nothing, who just so happened to be related to me. Life wasn't fair.
The island was a smoking crag of rock, desolate, stark and stinking in some places. In others? Majestic. Breathtaking. Amazing. All the vegetation seemed to be on the west side of the island, and it was all very young. Ignoring my parents' admonishments that we stay close and to be careful, my sister and I wandered off to explore a little. We were walking along the beach, my sister slightly ahead of me. Her gaze was on the sand, looking for seashells and such. Every once in a while, she would bend down to pick something up, and I would hold my breath, hating the guilt that came with staring at that fabulous ass but unable to not look. My gaze, when not on my sister's body turned inland. There were, pumice, rocks and crevices and dried lava flows that had obviously never made it to the sea. It was in a small, square recessed formation that seemed almost man made, that I found it. Trapped in part by sand washed in from the sea. I guessed that it wouldn't have been too much longer before it was buried. Lost forever or at least until the next eruption. I had brought a small backpack filled with water and a few snacks, I set it down and carefully dug the object out.
The object was a moderately small statue (idol is the word that came to mind), made of pumice or some other volcanic rock. Depicting a man, with heavily muscled arms, sculpted torso and powerful legs. The right hand was raised, with his first 2 fingers pointing straight up. His left hand was wrapped upon a huge penis, which if made to scale would have meant his cock was big enough to be considered a weapon. The first 2 fingers on that hand were also pointing out. Around the neck was a small necklace of aquamarine stone that appeared to have melted into the idol. I reached down and drew it out.
You ever lay down in the sun? Eyes closed, there's this black halo behind your eyes. When you look away and open them it's there for short period until it fades away? That's what happened to my vision. My left hand, holding the statue was tingling like it had fallen asleep. My right hand was raised, like I was staring at the sun, in unconscious imitation of the statue, my first 2 fingers were raised. When my vision cleared, I was staring straight at my sister's ass. The tiny scrap of white material that bisected the cheeks of her ass, had all but disappeared as she bent over and peered into the juncture of shore and sea. I could see some of her pussy tight and small lipped. Time stretched out as I beheld the vision of beauty before me and for the first time I voiced the desire in my head. Man, I would so love to fuck that! My sister shifted her weight from one leg to the other almost as if she knew what I was thinking and was silently daring me to put up or shut up.
With a start I shook my head and placed the statue, carefully in the backpack. For some reason I wanted to keep it secret. Like Gollum with his ring, I knew it was precious. Slinging the pack on my shoulder I headed over to my sister, who for some reason was still bent over staring into the sea.
