I sat there on the kitchen floor for a minute and savored the taste of his cum. I swirled the last mouthful around with my tongue and marveled at its taste and thickness. No guy had ever tasted this good or shot loads this thick and huge. And no cock had been this thick and hard. Okay, Bob had been longer, too long actually. He kept slamming into my cervix and that wasn't good. Tony was thicker than Bob but not long and neither was this big or so incredibly rigid. And my first, Jason, was just a real disappointment in all departments except for kissing. So how amazing was it that now I had found this most awesome thick, hard cock that shot huge load after huge load of tasty, hot, gooey, thick cum and all this time it was right under my own roof.
"That was delicious little bro." I said and giggled.
Indy sat in the chair and looked puzzled. "Why have you started calling me that? You haven't called me your littler brother since we were kids."
"Well it just seemed a turn on for me. It's a reminder that this is incest and for some weird reason it is a turn on for me." I answered.
"But what if we were not related? What if I was just some guy at school? Would you still wanna fuck me Leia?"
"Wow, okay, fair question. If I didn't know you, then it's not likely I would date you and so I would not know what a good fuck you are... And that would be my loss. It's not so bad for you because sooner or later you would get laid and probably by some girl who actually has big tits and a nice figure. Hell I can't even teach you about titty fucks." I said dejectedly. "All my life, I wanted to look like Mom. Oh sure, having big tits would have prevented me making the swim team, the cross country team and stuff, but it would be really nice to have real boobs."
Indy stood up and pulled up his pants. "So do you have another lesson for me or can we take a break?"
I looked at the clock, not even 10 AM yet. Shit! I knew that I was pushing it too hard and my pussy was not going to be able to take this much use and abuse.
"Yeah we do have another lesson, but it isn't about sex. It is a theoretical use of images. Let's say I wanted to take a picture of that amazing cock of yours for a keepsake. Now I could do a polaroid but who has those anymore? I can't use film unless I develop it myself in my own darkroom, so this new digital camera seems the way to go..."
"You mean like Mom's Casio?"
"Mom has one?"
Yeah she asked me about it last summer and I helped her pick one out and showed her how to use it and transfer the data to her PC."
"Cool. but if it is a picture of your cock, I can't just leave it on my computer for anyone to find so what should I do?"
"Oh that's simple, just make a folder and drop it in the folder and give it an innocent name then password protect it."
"Okay, but can't you guess or crack passwords?" I asked.
"Yeah, there are programs out there that will do that. But if you make a complex and lengthy password it makes it harder for the programs to beat it. And never write your passwords down for someone to find. An easy way is to pick a word that reminds you of the subject and then add numbers like say the date you created it or the date of the picture."
To keep up the ruse I got Indy to agree to let me take a picture of his hard on. I found Mom's camera in her nightstand and Indy turned it on and looked puzzled. Oh my god, I thought, what if some nudes are there for him to see?
"That's weird," he said. "There isn't a memory card."
Whew! "Okay I guess we need one, are they expensive?"
"Nah."
I went and washed up and changed and then drove Indy to get a new card. We actually decided to buy two and then went to grab an early lunch at a popular burger joint. As we sat eating our burgers and sharing a large order of fries, I had to smile. This was nice. Indy and I used to be such good friends. For a while I forgot that we were doing anything illicit and just enjoyed his company. His smile was nice and his pale blue eyes seemed sometimes to sparkle with happiness. Gee, all he needs is a nice haircut and better clothes. Hmmm, maybe if he grew some facial hair? How often did he shave? A beard might not work... but what about a little goatee? Gee I wonder what that might feel like between my legs... Good? Bad?
"Leia! Hi!" came the call, and I looked up to see a girl from the swim team.
"Oh my god Cathy!" I got up and gave her a big hug, then invited her to sit with us. "Cathy, this is my brother Indy, Indy this is Cathy from my swim team."
Cathy smiled at him, "So your Leia's genius little brother..." then looking at me she added, "When you said little brother I expected a kid. He doesn't look so little to me."
Before I could stop myself the words slipped from my mouth, "Oh there's nothing little about him..." and winced. I looked up to see Indy choking on his food and Cathy staring at me with her mouth hanging open. Ah shit, how was I going to recover from this?
Cathy looked from me to Indy and back. Leaning forward she whispered "Are you saying he's hung?"
I didn't know what else to do so I just made a circle with my thumb and finger to indicate his girth and nodded, "And about seven inches..."
"Oh my god Leia!" she said grinning. "I'm going to guess that if you know how big he is then you must be getting it. You slut you! I'm so jealous!"
What? No shock, shaming or condemnation? I looked at her puzzled. "It doesn't shock you? You aren't going to tell us how wrong incest is?"
"Hell, it's more common than you think!" she said grinning. "Just be careful to not get caught."
I looked at her as the insinuation became clear. "You mean..."
