[This is a new incest romance, featuring all-new characters but similar themes to many of my previous works. Some spin-off stories that run parallel to this series are also planned. Be aware, in addition to explicit brother/sister incest this first chapter features exhibitionism, drunk sex, (gentle) nonconsent/reluctance and some pissing.
Tags: Brother/Sister Incest, Exhibitionism, Big Cock, Piss, Nonconsent/Reluctance
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]
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When he looked back on it in later years, Axel supposed that what happened between him and his sister was inevitable. That didn't make it any less crazy, or any less wonderful.
He and Kaya were the two youngest out of five siblings, the children of their father's second marriage. Their father, Luther, had made his fortune in real estate, starting out as a humble land buyer and rising to broker huge residential development deals. Soon after closing the deal that made him truly wealthy, he made the classic nouveau-riche dick move of trading up for a hot young trophy wife. Needless to say, that caused some resentment in the family. Even decades later, the three older children barely spoke to their father, pretended their stepmother didn't exist, and were at best polite to their younger half-siblings.
Axel and Kaya's mother, Jessika, didn't really deserve all the resentment. She had only been twenty when Luther married her, and was a beautiful and sweet-natured woman, if rather sheltered. She modelled, and wrote, and dabbled in private tutoring, but with Luther's money at her fingertips she was basically free to do whatever she wanted. So, to her credit, she devoted most of her time to her son and daughter.
She believed Axel and Kaya deserved to see the world, or at least the more attractive parts of it, and so they spent long stretches of their childhood travelling. Sometimes they accompanied their father on his business trips, but more often they were away with their mother, spending summers in South America and the Adriatic, skiing in the Canadian Rockies, enjoying Christmas sunshine in the Western Cape. Tall, lean Axel became a terror on the basketball court, while slender Kaya devoted herself to semi-competitive gymnastics. They made friends, broke hearts and got their hearts broken in turn on four continents, passing semesters at a series of international schools in between bouts of homeschooling. Some people might have found such a restless lifestyle lonely, even alienating, but not Axel and Kaya. They always had each other.
With their older half-siblings wanting little to do with them, they became close almost by default. Their mother, herself the youngest daughter of a large family, drove home the importance of caring for one another. Though Axel was three years older than Kaya, they were unfailing confidants, partners in crime, and deeply protective of each other. Whenever Kaya had nighmares, she would snuggle up with her brother for comfort; whenever Axel went through a bad breakup, his little sister was the first person he told. At school, given their age gap, they moved in different social circles -- but at home, they were joined at the hip.
They grew up totally comfortable with each other's bodies. Years of swimming naked together in lakes and pools around the world tends to have that effect. They weren't wild hippy-dippy naturists or anything like that; nudity was simply no big deal in their household. When it was just the two of them alone in the summer heat, clothes often felt unnecessary. If one of them walked into the corridor butt-naked after a shower, or if Kaya relaxed topless in the garden on a hot day, nobody raised an eyebrow. Both siblings usually slept in the nude, so it wasn't uncommon for them to run into one another bare-assed on their way for a midnight pee or a fridge raid.
Bathroom etiquette was similarly very relaxed. Kaya, in particular, had zero qualms about bathing or urinating in front of her brother. If she had to pee while they were having a conversation, she would leave the bathroom door wide open so they could keep chatting while she pissed. Neither of them ever made an issue of it. Axel was aware, on a purely intellectual level, that most brothers and sisters weren't so relaxed around each other. That didn't bother him. He and Kaya weren't putting themselves on public display, and who was to tell them how to behave in their own home?
Of course, in practice, things weren't quite that simple. The siblings were accustomed to each other's bodies, not blind to them. As the years went by, and Kaya got more into her gymnastics, Axel became ever more aware of what a good-looking sister he had. Kaya had inherited her mother's tall, graceful frame, striking blue eyes and delicate features -- a sweet little nose, perfect cheekbones, and the most gorgeous, elegant, kissable lips. She also took after her mother in dyeing her naturally dark hair a deep, glossy black. But, while Jessika was content to merely stay skinny, Kaya was a true athlete, and took great pride in her physique. Axel had never seen a girl with such good abs, or who could contort herself into so many astoundingly flexible poses.
And, since Kaya was so frequently naked, it was impossible not to notice a few other things about her. She had killer tits for such a slim girl, high and firm and upswept, snow-white in winter and pleasingly tanned in summer. Her prominent nipples were a luscious, almost outrageous pink. And she had a breathtakingly pretty vulva, which she usually kept smooth-shaven, occasionally with a neat landing strip of dark pubes to accentuate her pale, flawless mound. Axel often found his gaze drawn, as if hypnotised, to those cute little lips and the tiny budded clit that showed above them.
Kaya also wasn't averse to eyeing up her brother's naked body. She teased Axel good-naturedly for being well-hung, nicknaming him "donkey dick" and "elephant boy" and making jokes about his noisy girlfriends. "I swear she was limping a bit back there," she would say, after watching his latest hookup head home the morning after. "I guess she wasn't as much of a size queen as she thought." Axel would laugh it off, both flattered and slightly uncomfortable.
Beautiful as she was, Kaya had plenty of lovers of her own. Many nights, Axel heard her husky moans filtering down the hallway as her latest boyfriend (or, occasionally, girlfriend) had their way with her. It was weirdly, frustratingly hot to listen to her getting fucked. Invariably, it gave Axel a gigantic hard-on, the kind that wouldn't let him sleep until he took care of it. And, though he knew it was wrong, he sometimes imagined it was him making his little sister moan so loud.
None of the boyfriends or girlfriends stuck around for long. Kaya wasn't interested in anything long-term, much to the chagrin of her admirers. "I don't want a partner. I just want friends who I can fuck," she explained glibly to Axel, when he asked her why. "I wouldn't ask someone to tie themselves down for me, so why should I do it to myself?" She was keen to have kids someday, she told him, but was in two minds as to whether she would marry the baby-daddy. "I'd sooner be a happy single mom than chained for life to some guy who makes me miserable."
"Your kids would want their dad in their lives, Kaya," Axel said, trying not to sound too scolding. He was thinking of their own father's casual abandonment of his first family.
"I'm not saying I wouldn't ever settle down," she replied. "But it would have to be with the right person. Someone really amazing. I don't think I've met anyone up to the standard."
She looked at him in a curious, searching way when she said it. He only realised it in retrospect, but it was as if she was challenging him to be that person; daring him to be the father of her children.
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Axel moved back in to the family home aged twenty-five. He'd spent a few years post-graduation travelling, working a string of contract jobs, setting up his own (short-lived) startup, and crashing through a succession of ill-advised relationships. He still had no clear idea of what he wanted to do with his life, other than being damn sure that he didn't want to go into the real estate world like his father. He decided it was time for a reset. He needed to spend a summer sorting his life out, and growing out of the playboy mentality that so many of his friends were hopelessly lost in.
So he came home, to the affluent country town that he'd always found stifling, to the big Modernist house that was now only semi-familiar to him. And, most importantly, to his little sister.
They had stayed in regular contact all through his years abroad, videocalling each other across timezones. She'd even visited him a few times in the various countries of his exile. But it had been a long time since they had lived under the same roof. It took some getting used to. Not because she was at all difficult to live with, but because -- he soon found -- it was hard to keep his eyes off her.
Kaya, who was a smart girl but never particularly academic, had crashed out of her pre-med program the year before. She now worked four days a week as a secretary at a local private clinic. That was just pocket money for her, though. Her real passion was her gymnastics. The sprawling living room had been partially converted into her home gym, and she trained religiously, punishing herself with relentless chin-ups and lunges and split-squats, mixing in yoga routines for variety. Over the past year, she'd uploaded a series of calisthenics tutorial videos onto social media, which had earned her a small but devoted following. Privately, Axel reckoned most of them followed her because she was hot.
When she wasn't on camera, Kaya liked to work out naked. She claimed it was more comfortable for her. It was certainly distracting for her brother. He had to try very hard not to stare when she did handstand splits or leg raises, putting her lovely smooth vulva on show without a hint of shame. She was in even better shape at twenty-two than she'd been as a teenager, every inch of her toned to perfection. He sometimes had intrusive thoughts (or, more honestly, fantasies) about how easy it would be to grab her in mid-handstand, thrust himself inside her, and give that pretty pussy a real workout.
It didn't help that that summer was something of a dry spell for Axel. After so long away, he had lost touch with most of his old girlfriends, and their sleepy hometown wasn't exactly buzzing with nightlife. He wasn't looking for anything long-term, anyway, but the odd one-night stand would have been nice. At least, it might have kept his mind off the gorgeous, frustratingly forbidden girl who slept just next door.
The more he tried to keep his cool around her, the more he was sure she noticed him staring. She certainly made no effort to cover herself up, going either topless or fully naked almost the entire time, unless their parents were around. She was mostly single that summer as well, apparently having grown bored of her usual whirlwind of hookups. And she was so casually affectionate, always kissing her brother's cheek, squeezing his hand, stroking his back when she walked past him. When she curled up next to him on the living room sofa to watch a movie, wearing nothing but her earrings, there was a gentle mischief in her eyes that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Axel had never before had to expend so much mental energy on controlling his erections.
He adored his little sister -- he always had, and always would. But now, for the first time, he found himself in real danger of falling in love with her.
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