Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"You can't tell mom and dad," my sister said. She was sitting on her bed, covering herself with her comforter. "You know what they'll do." Her eyes were welling with tears. She was upset for good reason. I had come home early from work and found her with a large, black cock in her mouth. The owner of the cock has long since vanished.
Our parents were both hard working and successful lawyers. As well, they were incredibly religious, and were strongly against many things they viewed as immoral. Highest on the list were premarital sex and interracial relationships. While neither my sister nor I held the same beliefs, our parents made it clear often that if we wanted to keep our trust funds, we better abide by their beliefs.
A little background: my sister Rachel and I are twins (fraternal). We were always close growing up, and we hung out with the same friends. As we became teenagers, we still hung out, but our relationship became edgier, and my sister became a little bit of a bitch. We both still lived at home β I went to a local community college, and Rachel went to the State college, less than two miles from home.
I knew Rachel had engaged in sexual activities, as had I, but until now I had never actually witnessed it. We both did a good job of playing the obedient children. We both wanted our trust funds when we turned 21, less than 2 years from now. Each of us would get a little more that $1.5 million. Unless something made our parents change their mind.
"Please, Ben, you can't tell them," she pleaded. She knew that if her parents found out that she had been sexually involved with a black man, she'd be disowned, and the trust fund would be gone. I thought about it for a minute. She was crying now.
I had always found my sister incredibly sexy. She had an amazing body, skinny but with curves in the right places. Her breasts were on the small side but perfectly proportioned. Her ass was tiny but perfect, like two halves of a large melon. I would often masturbate thinking about fucking her. I decided that I shouldn't let this opportunity pass me by.
"I won't tell mom and dad," I said. "But you have to do something for me."
Relief flooded her face. "Thank you Ben. Whatever you want, tell me and I'll do it."
"You can start by dropping the comforter," I said. She looked confused for a minute.
"What? Why, Ben?" she asked.
"Because, I want to see you naked," I answered.
"But you can't. I'm your sister," she answered.
"I know. If you don't want me to tell mom and dad, you'd better be my naked sister in a hurry," I said.
She stared at me, her confusion becoming replaced by a mix of anger and disgust. Slowly she dropped the comforter, exposing her breasts. The rest of the comforter was draped across her thighs, covering her crotch. Her breasts were gorgeous. I had previously only seen them under a t-shirt or bathing suit. They were perfectly formed, and she had no tan lines. I felt my cock stir in my jeans.
"That's a start. Now the rest," I said.
"Ben, no," she said. "We can't do this. It's wrong." She continued staring at me.
"The comforter, or else," I said. My cock was now completely erect and was straining the fabric of my jeans.
"Ben, please," she begged. I didn't say anything. She sighed, seeming to resign herself to her fate, and threw the comforter on the ground.
I had expected her to be wearing panties, but she wasn't. Her pussy was completely hairless, and like her breasts there was no sign of tan lines. I moved closer to get a better view.
She was still aroused, I could see. Her lips were puffy and reddish, and they glistened with her juices. She was glaring at me.
"Satisfied, jerk?" she spat. She closed her legs.
"Open them," I said.
She looked away, and fresh tears started down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and opened her legs again. I knelt in front of her and stared at her bare mound. I imagined how it would feel to slide my cock between those lips. I was dying, and needed release. I stood up.
Rachel closed her legs again and looked at me. "Are you done?" she asked in a desperate tone.
"I am, but you're not," I said. Confusion came back into her eyes, replaced by fear as I unzipped my jeans. My 7-inch cock sprang out.
"God Ben, what are you doing?" she shrieked, looking away. "Stop it! Put that away and get out!"
"Touch it," I said. She was still turned away. "Touch it, Rachel."
"No Ben. Get out now," she said. She didn't look at me. I put my cock away and zipped up my pants.
"Okay, I'll go. Mom and dad should be home soon, so I guess we'll have a good talk." I started for the door. Before I got there, Rachel said, "Stop".
I turned around. She was looking at me. "I'll do what you want. But I'll only touch it, nothing else."
I didn't say anything, I just walked back and unzipped again. My cock was still rock hard. She stared at it. "Touch it," I said.
Slowly, she reached out and put her hand around my shaft. I gasped at her touch. She held me like that, and then let go.
"Happy?" she asked.
"Almost," I replied. "Do that again." I said.