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..."
"Let's just say I know something of the subject and leave it at that." she said smiling.
Indy had finally composed himself and an idea came to mind. "Jealous huh? So have you ever had one that big?"
"Not yet!" she replied, grinning.
"Huh... Well then, if you're not too busy Cathy, why don't you come home with us?" I suggested.
She looked at Indy and smiled. "Yes, that might be fun." Then she looked back at me. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"I get to make love to you too."
I gulped. Shit! I had never been with another woman and had only thought about it in the last couple of days. Now here was a sexy redhead asking, no, propositioning me! I heard my own voice answer "Sure," without thinking about it. I looked at Indy and this time it was his mouth hanging open in surprise.
Cathy followed us home and I quizzed her in the kitchen about her birth control. We decided that, since she had not been consistent recently, it would be too risky to let Indy cum in her. So we came up with an option that would be a treat for Indy. When we came out of the kitchen Indy was not in the living room, I found him in his room, nervous as hell.
"Leia, I can't believe we're about to do this! What if she tells someone? This, this..."
"This is gonna be fun! Besides, who can she tell without implicating herself? And I need to watch you make love to another girl to judge how you are doing. And most guys would give anything to watch their sister make out with another girl!"
Indy grinned, "Yeah, well that part does sound good."
I brought Indy and Cathy into my bedroom and stopped Cathy when she started to undress.
"I want you to let him work up to that," I said. "Start off with kissing and see where you feel like going, I'm gonna sit over here and watch."
Indy was nervous. Cathy was a bit taller than me, closer to 5'9" and a natural redhead with just the right amount of freckles. Otherwise we were built pretty much the same except for her 32B cup. She and Indy were kissing and relaxing while standing at the foot of my bed. Soon she lifted his T-shirt and ran her fingers over his chest, then kissed his neck and shoulder. A minute later he removed her blouse and smiled at her as he caressed her breasts and toyed with her peach lace bra. More kissing, this time with some tongue and he slipped her bra straps down off of her shoulders and then fumbled with the catch, but only for a moment. Damn, that was a lesson I had skipped. Cathy didn't seem to mind. Then as her bra fell free I watched Indy's face split into a wide grin as he beheld her majestic puffy nipples.