I'd like to dedicate this story to all of you who cherish the description of sexual sensations. I hope I've done you proud. That said, this story is intended for those who can distinguish between fantasy and reality. I can assure you that this story is the former. If you are offended by the topics of Incest, Anal Intercourse, or Anal Masturbation among straight men and women, then I would encourage you to read no further. For those of you who are excited enough or curious enough to still be reading, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Dave and Karen were brother and sister. As kids they never got along. They were very competitive with one another, and as they grew they came to respect and care for one another as fellow competitors. Secretly they were proud of one another. Their view was no one can beat my sibling but me. The older they got the more they found other things to compete over and other people to compete with. They began to root for one another when they weren't competing against each other.
The two of them were quite a pair. They were both smart, good looking, stubborn and willful. They liked different music, hung out in completely different crowds, and had very different outlooks on life. Where Karen was very organized and always knew what she wanted, Dave lived life by the moment and did what felt was right at the time.
During High School Dave hung out with smart unpopular guys who completely got him. They were good friends; they'd hang in they city on weekends, go to concerts, the occasional party, play sports, play pool, and just generally have fun. Karen, who was a sophomore when Dave was a senior, was very highly sought after and envied by all. Also, unlike Dave she liked all things popular, had an outstanding fashion sense and a quick wit. She was 5'4" with milk white skin, blue eyes, beautiful brown hair cut to her shoulders, a cute youthful face, slim figure and firm round B cups. She could have anyone she wanted, and she wasn't giving it up unless you were exactly the right type of guy she wanted. Even if you were that type of guy she was still going to make sure that you really, really earned it. Dave like his sister was short and young looking. At 5'5" he was slim but toned, with short dark hair, deep brown eyes, a firm low voice, a cute boyish face, and a firm round ass. Unfortunately for him all throughout high school he looked like he was 14. It wasn't until late in college, when he started to look older, that his sexual revolution came, but when it came it came hard and often.
Dave was very open and honest with himself about life. Sexually he was willing to try anything that might give him more pleasure. He wasn't stupid though; he liked his life and wanted to keep living it so he always played safely. He was very adventurous though. By the time he returned home from college he'd tried just about everything he could think of sexually all while maintaining a solid 3.85 GPA. He'd become much more confident, his taste in fashion had improved, and he was finding more and more that many women desired him as much as he desired them. This of course was a shocking thrill to him as throughout high school and early college they really hadn't paid him much mind. He was living at home now, as he would be attending a local grad school for his Master's in the Fall. He was studying to be a professor in philosophy, and writing fiction on the side. He was very smart and one of his philosophy papers had already been published in a very prominent journal. His professor had told him that he showed a lot of promise for someone who was only 22 years old.
Karen retained her youthful appearance through sophomore year of college, and at 20 years of age she started seeing this 25 year old man, who appeared to meet all of her qualifications (rich, smart, handsome, and athletic). The family was introduced to the guy, and Dave took an immediate dislike to him. The guy was very false. He could talk to you for hours about anything without ever getting to know you. Karen was blind this. All she saw were here qualifications being met to a tee. Eventually she caved in to his sexual demands, and granted him her virginity. A couple of weeks later he dumped her. Karen was crushed. She'd lost. She'd been used. She couldn't comprehend this. It maddened her to no end. She wasn't happy with Dave right now either, as he'd seen the whole thing coming and had warned her that the guy was slime. It meant she'd lost to him too and she really couldn't stand that.
She'd just come home one day and needed to take a shower to cool her head. Their parents were away on their summer vacation together for the week, so she figured she could use their big shower. Stepping into the bathroom without thinking she saw something that caught her by surprise and seemed to knock the wind right out of her lungs. There in the shower was her brother, sitting upright on his knees, breathing rapidly and very heavily. Occasionally he would let out a soft, swiftly choked up moan. Her face burned red, but she couldn't move. The sound was intoxicating; some part of her just didn't want to leave it. Quickly her mind raced to change the subject and she thought to herself, "Now I have the upper hand again." Through the steamed glass of the shower door she could see the shadow of her brothers left hand holding his thick 7 inch cock, and his right hand moving rhythmically underneath him, with something... "No way!" she thought. She couldn't resist, she had to know, so she opened the shower door.
Startled, Dave fell back and bumped his head on the shower wall. Without thinking Karen went to him, holding his head. "Are you okay?"
Rubbing his head lightly in pain, he looked up at her. "Just what do you think you're doing here?"
"Me, dear brother? Just what do you think you're doing here?" she said gesturing to the anal dildo that had fallen to the floor.
"Oh ah..." he said blushing. "Well I never really intended to talk about this with anyone I really knew. I mean friends and family that is, but I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation now hah. I'm not gay, let's just get that out of the way now. I'm just extremely horny is all."
"What could've given you the idea to even try such a thing?"
"The miracle of modern TV, I saw this episode of Real Sex where these guys were getting fucked by their wives with strap-ons and really loving it. The pleasure they felt just seemed so intense; I wanted to try it for myself. Now I'm addicted to the feeling. As you may have heard it really is intense."
"Have you ever tried it with a guy?"
"I thought about it, but the idea of kissing a guy just made me want to retch, and with AIDS being out there and all I figured it was safer just to keep playing with toys."
"So what are you going to do to keep me from talking about this now, dear brother?" she said with a smirk.
"You've never really felt that kind of pleasure before have you?"
She blushed, "I don't see what that's got to do with anything."
"Really then why are you still here? Why didn't you run away in disgust when you saw what I was doing? You couldn't that's why. I saw your shadow standing there watching me. You couldn't resist the sound. You wanted that feeling. Admit it. Otherwise why are you still here, cradling my head in your hands, and coaxing every detail of what I was doing out of me, while I lie here naked."
Once again she was thrown completely off balance. Why was she still here? Could he possibly be right? God he was right wasn't he. She was a hideous human being for wanting this; for behaving this way with her own brother.
"I can teach you how to feel that good little sister. In return for your silence, I can show you how to safely give yourself immeasurable, guaranteed pleasure. You see it has to be done the right way in order for it to feel that good. If you start too big or too fast or in the wrong rhythm it could wind up being somewhat unpleasant for you. No one has to know. What do you say little sister?"
Her eyes burned with intensity as the conflict waged on inside her brain, until finally she looked up at him, straight into his deep brown eyes, and said resolutely, "Yes, I want it. I want to feel that intensity!"
"Okay, Mom and Dad won't be home for the week; this is perfect. Go get the bag of toys from my room. It's hiding in the spot where we hid from the babysitter when we were kids. You remember."
"Okay," she said, and as she got up she realized just how wet her panties were against her pussy. She couldn't believe she was so excited. She ran to get the bag of toys and after a bit of searching, found it. Coming back to the bathroom, she quickly shut the door behind her, and eagerly tore open the beige satchel she'd found in his room. Inside it lay a myriad of dildos which came in all different sizes and shapes. Her mouth watered with excitement, and once more she felt her cheeks burn red."
"Put the bag down and get undressed."
"What?"
"Well, I can't very well teach you how to achieve this amount of pleasure if the part of your body that it's centered around is covered up now, can I? Aside from which you've seen me naked and anally masturbating. Hell I'm still naked, it's only fair."
Just then she remembered that he was indeed still naked, and very hard. My but he was impressive, with those boyish looks, that firm toned body, and that fine looking, nice sized, rock hard cock. God he really was attractive. She knew that before, but at some level she'd never really grasped it at all; not like she did now in any case. Did she actually want him? No she couldn't think about that.