This is a story of forbidden love; the incestuous feelings between a brother and sister, and how these feelings lead to the consummation of an Oedipal relationship.
Chapter One
Our story begins on the 27th of November, 2005. Bored 22 year old Vincent Tyler was sitting on the couch in his house, watching some random tv show. His parents were away for two months on a cruise around the Bahamas, and they had left him in charge of his younger sister, Jasmine. Vincent and Jasmine had always been close, even as children. There was only a year between them, and sometimes when they went to parties together they were mistaken for boyfriend and girlfriend. Vincent and Jasmine always just laughed it off. The siblings had their own plans for the night; his sister was going to the cinema with her friends, and he was headed for a party. He heard Jasmine come down the stairs behind him, but he didn't bother looking up.
"You away, Jaz?" he asked her, his eyes never leaving the tv.
"Yeah, I'm walking down to Sarah's house and her parents are giving us a ride down to the cinema. We're meeting the rest of the girls there."
"You coming home or staying at Sarah's?"
"Nah, I should be coming home. We'll be going for a drink afterwards though, so I'll be late."
Finally, he looked up at her, and he was unable to keep his jaw from dropping. His sister stood framed in the doorway, and Vincent felt his cock begin to stir. His sister was gorgeous; with her long black hair, dark eyes, full lips and amazing breasts she was, without a doubt, Vincent's dream girl. Jasmine was dressed in a low cut, black dress that showed off her cleaveage and her DD size breasts magnificently. Judging by the way her nipples were making small lumps in the fabric, Vincent assumed that either she wasn't wearing a bra, or her nipples were as hard as marbles.
"God Jaz, you sure are dressed for the occasion!" he exclaimed, "You'll make some guy very happy some day."
Jasmine giggled at her brother's comment. "Thanks Vince. I'll see you later." She bent down and kissed her brother on the cheek, then turned and made her way out of the house.
As soon as he heard the door close, Vincent sighed with relief. He looked down at his trousers, and at the obscene bulge of his cock pushing against the fabric. He was extremely relieved that she hadn't seen the bulge when she had kissed him. He wondered if his sister knew just how much she turned him on. When she had kissed his cheek, he had nearly come in his pants. He sighed again, but this time it was a sigh of resignation. He knew that nothing could come from his obsession, that incest was against the law, but he also knew that he could do nothing to stop himself thinking about his beautiful sister. He had been obsessed with her for as long as he could remember. He looked at the clock on his cell phone; there was enough time to relieve himself of the load in his balls, surely. Manys a night had he done this, made so horny by Jasmine that he had to go and jack himself off. But just as he had started to unzip his trousers, the cellphone rang.
Jasmine left the house, walking quickly so she would be able to escape the intense lust she felt for her brother at that moment. She had always loved him in that way, but she was afraid that if she voiced her feelings to him, he would reject her and their relationship would be ruined. However, she knew there was hope. When she had bent down to kiss his cheek, she had noticed the bulge in his trousers. She hadn't mentioned it, but it excited her greatly to know that her brother's cock reacted that strongly to her presence. She felt a great heat erupt in her pussy everytime she thought of the bulge in her brother's trousers. She had spied on him before, when he was in the shower, and she knew that her brother's cock was at least 9 inches. She loved the rest of his body as well; he was muscular, and had a six pack that Peter Andre would kill to have. As she reached Sarah's house, she put all ideas about her brother to the back of her mind. Sarah was in the driver seat of her father's truck, and she waved at Jasmine to get into the passenger seat. As she sat in the seat, Sarah spoke to her.
"So, are you ready for the best party of your life?!" she yelled, a wild look in her eyes, and a wide smile on her face.
"Damn right!" Jasmine yelled back. She felt slightly guilty for misleading her brother about her wherabouts that evening, but she knew he'd forgive her anyway.
Sarah turned the key in the ignition, and the truck pulled out of the drive and made it's way to the party.
"To 215 Muldacia Park!" Jasmine yelled.
Vincent picked up the cell phone, slightly annoyed he hadn't gotten a chance to jack off yet, and pressed the 'answer' button. He held the handset up to his ear, and the voice that rang through it was a familiar one.
"Yo, Vince my man! Are you ready yet? When am I supposed to pick you up?"
It was Vincent's best mate, Jack Summer, and he sounded impatient. Vincent knew how to handle him, however.
"Jack, mate, of course. Call round in about five minutes, I'll be ready then."
"You better be, Vince, 'cuz I ain't gonna miss the start of the best party this town's ever seen just 'cuz you're late!"
Jack hung up. Vincent looked at the handset, and chuckled. Reaching up behind his head, he pulled the hairband out, and let his black hair fall to it's natural length, resting at his shoulders. He pulled on a pair of trainers, then switched his current t-shirt for a clean black one. He had just finished doing that when a car horn blared outside the house, letting Vincent (and the rest of the neighbourhood) know that Jack had arrived. Vincent left the house, walked down to the street and clambered into the passenger seat of Jack's car. He had only just shut the door when Jack put his foot down on the accelerator and sped off in the direction of the part.
"Jack," Vincent asked, "Where is this party? And who's hosting it?"
"You know the big mansion at the end of Muldacia Park, on the hill? Number 215? It's in there. The son's a friend of mine, I'll introduce you if we see him. Though we probably won't, 'cuz he'll be off fucking some girl's brain out."
"215 Muldacia Park? Man, that mansions huge! It's got to have at least 300 rooms!"
"305, actually," Jack said, correcting him, "Not counting kitchens, bathrooms, the basement, etc, etc. And all of 'em are gonna be used for fucking. Isn't it great?!"
"It's fucking beautiful," Vincent said, which made them both laugh.
As they drove Jack told Vincent about previous parties he'd been to that had been hosted by this guy, while also listening to the various songs on the radio. However, none of the songs, or what Jack was saying, really made any lasting impression on Vincent's mind. He was in a daydream; one of his favourite fantasies concerning Jasmine. His cock was stood at full attention, but if Jack noticed, he didn't say anything. Soon, however, Vincent was snapped away from his daydream by Jack speaking.
"We're here! 215 Muldacia Park!" he announced.
Vincent looked out the windshield at the mansion. Spotlights dotted around the perimeter illuminated the front of the house, casting shadows from the gargoyles that were placed beside the windows. Jack drove the car up to the gate, and a security guard got out of a small shack in front of the outer wall. He approached the car.
"Invitation?" he asked, his voice gruff.
"Here," Jack said, handing over a piece of paper, "And this guy's my guest."
