Authors Note: This story can be read as stand-alone but is technically a continuation of "
Barry & Janet - Just A Fantasy
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Barry lived with his sister Lana in a large house on a private lot. When Barry's mother, Janet, gave birth to Lana, nobody could ever know that a shared secret bonded Barry and Janet.
Although Lana grew up in a loving household with a mostly normal life -- other than being unusually wealthy -- she had no idea that her missing father was actually her brother Barry.
Her mother and brother maintained a healthy and loving relationship as lovers for most of her life.
Barry and his mother, Janet, added a bedroom to their house when Lana was just a few years old. This new bedroom became Barry's, and it just happened to connect to their mother, Janet's bedroom, via a shared bathroom.
Barry entered Janet's room at night secretly and was always seen leaving his own room in the morning. So for all Lana, or anyone, knew, Barry and Janet had a normal relationship.
Their lives seemed perfect until one fall day the year Lana turned twelve.
In a twist of fate, Janet was hit by a truck and killed instantly in a car accident that nobody could see coming or have predicted.
Barry and Lana were devastated.
Lana had lost her mother, but Barry had also lost the love of his life.
At the funeral, Barry asked Lana if she could wait by the car as he went back to Janet's grave for one final private moment alone.
Tears ran down his cheeks as he said his final goodbyes to his late mom.
"Janet, I promise I will take care of our daughter. I will make sure she has all the best things in life. I swear to you; I will always protect her and show her the love you wanted her to have."
He turned to walk away, paused, and added, "I know what we had between us was not a normal Mother/Son relationship. It will remain our secret, and I'll keep our daughter from ever having to deal with the implications of learning that truth. I'll make sure she has a clean slate and is never subject to any harm or corruption related to our union."
Shortly after the funeral, Barry -- who was 18 years older -- took custody of his younger sister, Lana.
Thankfully, his mother had come into a great deal of wealth, so Barry only worked because he liked to. Lana was set financially for life due to a trust that was put in her name that she would be able to access when she turned 18.
A year after Janet's death, Barry moved into her old room as it was the master bedroom, and Lana -- always the opportunist -- took over Barry's old room, as it was quite nice.
They shared the joint bathroom that Barry had installed a decade earlier, mostly because it was convenient. There were other bathrooms, but neither of them liked going far out of their way very often, so they sometimes fought over its use.
Barry and Lana were close. Barry took care of and protected her and loved her as both his sister and his child.
Lana loved Barry more than anyone else in the world and was often looking for his approval. She didn't have a father that she knew of, but she felt lucky that her older brother was more than able and willing to carry that torch.
Lana thought that if she ever found out who her dad was, it was unlikely that he would be able to measure up to Barry. Barry was many things: handsome, funny, warm, reliable, charming, and most of all, protective.
Losing her mother was traumatic, but if there was a silver lining, Lana knew it was that she got her lovely brother all to herself.
Lana seemed older than her age, and this was partly because of her unusual intellect.
Lana wasn't like the other girls. She was not just a pretty face. She was into science, psychology, physics, and technology; you name it. She could play the piano at a virtuoso level and cook like a chef.
Barry, on the other hand, was more average. He wasn't dumb, but he recognized his little sister was not normal. This meant that she didn't fit in with other kids. And so she would rather spend her time hanging out with her older brother Barry.
Even though Barry was considerably older, they spent a lot of time together, playing video games, going to movies, and just having fun doing things together.
Barry always found Lana mesmerizing to chat with, and Lana kept Barry on his toes, as she could be refined and mature but also playful and even a bit devious.
Over the years since their mother's passing, Lana matured, and it wasn't just her intellect that stood out, but her unusually beautiful body as well.
She developed at a younger age than most, feeling a little awkward as her slender body was graced with admirable breasts along with a curvaceous rump.
Her cute face, adorned with a dusting of freckles and framed by auburn hair, transformed into delicate features, pouty lips, and striking blue eyes.
The kids in her school noticed, as well as grown men.
Although Lana was 18 and technically an adult, Barry thought they had no right to look at her the way they did.
Lana's beauty just made Barry more protective, and he wasn't sure he liked all the attention she got for it.
She was like his best friend, but ever since she had become an adult during her senior year of high school, he had to look away sometimes and push thoughts out of his head when he saw her curves or the way she made him feel when she looked at him a certain way.
When she dressed in skimpy clothes, bent over, or showed some cleavage, those images would freeze in his brain, only later to come out when he was least expecting. He kicked those thoughts out and stayed on the straight and narrow.
Barry knew crossing the line between family members could happen, and he was determined to stick to his vow never to allow harm to come to Lana, including harm from him.
Lana had always found Barry incredibly attractive. There were times when she allowed her thoughts to cross the invisible line of accepted norms.
Once, when Barry forgot to lock her side of the shared bathroom, she peaked in and saw Barry's naked body.
He was looking in the mirror getting ready, so she took her time eyeing up his sexy butt, chiseled abs, and well-endowed member.
On another occasion, Lana peaked into his room from a crack in the bathroom door and saw Barry on his bed masturbating.
He was completely oblivious, so Lana took her time, noticing the intense arousal in her panties as she watched her brother pleasuring himself.
At school, Lana had fallen in with a group that people referred to as "the hot girls." Everywhere she went, boys and even men would ogle her and give her attention, so she figured, why not just own it?
She liked the power she wielded but had little interest in men outside of Barry.
Sure, she had messed around with boys at parties, but she had never had full-on sex, opting instead to give blow jobs and occasionally allow boys to touch her.
In her mind, she pretended that the boys she was with were actually Barry -- and it was him she was giving blow jobs to or allowing to touch her.
She knew it wasn't right to think of Barry that way, and maybe something was wrong with her, but she had long since accepted that she had a certain brand of kink, and it wasn't going away.
Over time, she developed elaborate fantasies about Barry. Her fascination led her down the rabbit hole of internet porn, where she often watched step-sibling porn, imagining what it would be like to cross the line with her brother.
The kink turned her on, unlike anything else. It helped that she was so attracted to him, but she was always able to keep her fantasies separate from reality by compartmentalizing them.
