All characters are over the age of majority (18 years of age). This story is completely and entirely a work of fiction. If incest, manipulation or reluctance scenarios offend you, do not continue reading this story or the subsequent series further.
This story is my second attempt, and my first series, at composing erotic literature of any length. Anyone willing to write a critique will be, by me, greatly appreciated. Please pardon any editing errors; I am having to edit this work myself and I wrote this entire chapter on my iTouch.
Please enjoy!
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Today my wife and I are celebrating the anniversary of our first date for the first time as a married couple. Sophia, a petite Indian (dots, not feathers) woman, is three years my junior and the second sexiest person in my life, my sister Darian being unequivocally first. Darian got engaged last month to some asshole four years her senior, despite having only known each other 9 months. Fortunately, the bastard hasn't gotten into her panties quite yet; she told the douchebag she is "waiting 'til marriage." Neither of our significant others are aware of the history she and I have, nor are they aware of our ongoing secret rendezvous or sexual exploits.
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Although we could have showered together, Darian retreated to her own shower and while I got dressed, she proudly wore nothing. We watched television downstairs until our parents arrived home. Our father looked away in shame when he saw his daughter naked as an adult for the first time.
Our mother baffled everyone when she commented, matter-of-factly: "Darian, I see you decided to take the radical approach your friends suggested for you to learn how to become comfortable with your incredible young body!"
Our mother's perplexing comment left a priceless expression on our father's face as he continued to avoid glancing at his daughter. My mother noticed this going on in her periphery and said, "Honey, you're impeding your daughter's efforts to build upon her meager self-esteem." Our father, seemingly begrudgingly, defied his inner angel and gazed upon his daughter's nude form. It wasn't long before he progressed to succumbing to the daemon of incestuous desire with sexual animation. The twitching tent protruding from our father's scrubs verified that his sexual appetite for my sensuous twin sister mirrored that of my own.
My sister boldly walked towards him and shoved the man into the wall, then she pinned him by pressing her ample bosom against our blushing father. He jumped slightly when his daughter seized his cock through the fabric. As she began to softly massage his cock, he shuddered in ecstasy. Our mother stared intently whilst boasting a wide smile that seemed to me having been born out of tremendous pride.
My father spoke with little conviction as he begged his daughter to cease her incestuous behavior. He shuddered again as he told my twin sister that "What you're doing is inappropriate and illegal." His words were not reinforced by any physical resistance whatsoever.
Darian untied the lower half of his scrubs and pulled them carefully over his cock. Then she cupped his balls in her soft hands and began to caress them, making my father begin to secret pre-cum. Darian dropped to her knees to give herself a better angle to satisfy our father. He started to vigorously stroke himself while my twin sister continued to work his balls and as he brought himself ever closer to orgasm; his grunting became increasingly louder and more frequent.
Through all of that, I remember being disappointed that I somehow missed when my mother had dropped her hand into her pants and started to masturbate. That was too much for me and I began to jack off inside my shorts. My mother noticed and pleaded with me to expose myself; I said "I will, if you go first." I paused briefly before adding one condition, "And not just your pants, but all of your scrubs and underwear."
