This story is about incest but hopefully with a twist. Most incest stories start off reluctantly this one doesn't. It also contains some religious or irreligious parts so if any of these subjects are not your scene please move on.
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Hi my name is Amy, and I am twenty four. I am five foot eight and very slim with 34DD boobs that seem completely out of proportion to the rest of my body but they are really firm and I love them probably as much as the men do. Before we go any further I suppose it would be a good idea to give a bit of background information, so that you may understand me a little better and maybe, in some way understand what happens in the following pages and why.
My family is wealthy. No other way to put it really. My father and mother started their own business when they were in school practically and so when my brother, who is a year older than me, and I were born we were spoilt rotten. However with the both of us the novelty of parenthood soon wore off, or pressure of work as my parents. This meant that from a very early age we were put into the hands of strangers. From the start of our school age we were put into boarding schools. Just boys for Carl and just girls for me, though the teachers were mixed men and women of course.
When the holidays came around me and Carl spent most of our time with each other and without our parents who just happened to pick these times to go on their annual holiday to wherever, so while Carl and I grew up very close there was no maternal or paternal bonds. We were more like mates than brother and sister, best friends I suppose. We looked out for each other, both done self defense classes together, Carl's idea. He said I would need it as I got older. I didn't understand why at the time but I do now, it has done wonders for my confidence and I don't take shit from anybody.
I lost my virginity very early, too early for these pages and it was the most wonderful thing. I set my time and I set my target and just went for it. I was so surprised when it actually happened. The chase and the moment were all I had hoped they would be. I knew it wouldn't be more than a fling but I learned an awful lot more with him than I ever did in sex education classes. All through school and university I enjoyed a full and varied sex life but nothing ever measured up to that first time, something always seemed to be missing. The only thing that came close was when I first licked pussy. Now that was awesome and went on for a year, with the odd boy thrown in for good measure.
So I left university with a totally useless degree in psychology and came home to an empty house. I didn't know much about my parents business but I knew enough, so had a word with my father on the phone about starting something of my own. One thing I did learn in university was information technology. Mainly because I was fucking the Professor of that particular subject and without his knowledge his daughter as well. My dad gave me the money and put me in contact with a supplier and I started an online business selling security technology. Cameras, monitors, digital recorders and stuff like that. I made contact with a guy I knew from university and he agreed to do any installations that may be required. Another guy built the web site for me and agreed to maintain it as long as I kept him informed of any changes. I was set to go. First thing I did was mail all my dads customers from which I got a few replies and really from there it just seemed to grow. It was perfect for me because I could sleep till late and play till late if I wanted to. After a couple of months I got a secretary, an elderly PA I suppose, to do the daily orders and stuff and after six months I only went to work twice a week. Stupid really as I could have gone to work for my dad but something just told me to be independent. Pride I suppose, anyway I didn't want to start spending time with my parents at my age. They hadn't been a part of my life this far and even getting the money off him seemed a bit of a chore but I had to start somewhere.
I got a call a few days ago. Carl was on his way home having done a stint in the Himalayas with his camera. He had a degree in media studies and had been into photography from a very young age. He was quite good really.
This is where my story really begins. Carl arrived yesterday morning in the early hours so by the time he grabbed some sleep and had a shower it was almost five in the evening. We ordered a pizza and chatted for ages about my business and his trip and then we settled on the settee to watch a movie like we used to. Drinking wine and nibbling on crisps. I lay as I usually do with my head in his lap and during one particular sexy scene in the movie I could feel Carl getting a hard on beneath my head, as my head was on my hand I had his hard on in my hand, dirty cow that I am I didn't move my hand away until I suddenly realised I was subconsciously playing with his erection. I tried not to jump up and out of my skin at what I was doing and slowly stood up.
"I'm bushed. I think I am going to go to bed." I said stretching my arms above my head.
"Oh do you have to?" He said with a cheeky smile, "I was enjoying being with you. And the movie of course." His arms still stretched out across the back of the settee and his erection so obvious now. I tried not to look.
"Yes I am a bit tired." I said "Night babe." I always called him babe.
So here is my predicament. I want to fuck my brother and he wants to fuck me, or I am pretty sure he does. Anyway I want to fuck him and that's all that matters. Oops, I think I just answered my own question. Shit now that is a turn on. For the first time in a long time I could feel that churning in my stomach that I felt the first time I had sex. Suddenly I realised what it is that I have missed all this time. It was the chase, the sense of danger or even wrongdoing. It was just so fucking hot, I was wetter than I had been for ages, not that I had been fucked lately because I hadn't, I was too busy setting the business up really and then I had just got very lazy and not been out at all. I lay awake all last night wondering how I could work the right situation where Carl would give me a good fucking. I had an idea but I would have to play it by ear.
I got up about midday, which was quite early for me and put my bikini on with a short skirt. The weather was good and the sun was out so I would have a swim later once I had woken up. We lived in a huge house that had two wings to it. The east wing was my parents quarters and the west wing was for me and Carl. The central part was the family area with a lounge, dinning room, kitchen and a couple of other reception rooms. It was all set in the middle of a garden so big I couldn't see the edge of it from my balcony. I think I heard my father say once that it was like three hundred acres which I guess is big. It did have some garden area with plants in it and a large deck area around the swimming pool which was just off one of the reception rooms. Seating and sun loungers and all the usual stuff you get, oh and a brick BBQ.
I grabbed some juice and toast and went and sat by the pool. I didn't think about what I was planning, not consciously anyway, but the butterflies in my stomach told me I was aware of what I wanted to do.
"Hi hun" Carl said grabbing a slice of my toast. I noticed he too had his trunks on.
"Hey get your own you lazy bugger." I laughed
"You want some more while I am doing mine?"
"No thanks babe." I said, "I've had enough."
The sun was high now so I took the skirt off and slipped into the pool. I floated for a while taking in the sun and Carl came back out with his toast and juice. |I swam a couple of lengths and then with a deep breath to calm my nerves got out of the pool. My bikini was white and very very small so I knew it would show off all my body. I didn't bother drying myself I just went inside and got myself a coke. As usual Carl was messing with his camera, he took it everywhere with him. As I walked past him he started clicking away taking photos. It was only when I turned to see what he was doing that I realised it was me he was pointing it at. I instinctively posed for him. Turning this way and that, swishing my hair, hand on hip and all that silly stuff.
