Teaching Incest to the Siblings
April 10th, 2027 -- Catherine Nicholson
My nerves had me trembling. Today was my first undercover assignment as a cop. I never thought it would be with my brother. But that was what made us perfect for this assignment. My hands smoothed down the skirt of the sundress. It seemed the perfect thing to wear. It was a nice Sunday afternoon.
"You can do this, Catherine," I told myself as I stared at my reflection.
I snagged my purse and marched out of my room in the house the Sacramento Police Department had arranged for us to stay in. Right across the street from the target. I passed the surveillance equipment set up in the windows recording everything we could about the three houses across the street.
From the outside, they appeared as three different homes, but Clint owned all three of them.
I headed down the stairs where my brother awaited in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. He was a fit and muscular guy, his hair buzzed into a flattop. He looked like he was in the military or a cop. I hope that wouldn't make the target suspicious.
"You ready?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said. "Let's do this." I was as ready as I ever was. I had my cover story down, we were realty agents who had decided to buy the house as an investment. I hoped I didn't get pressed on the details.
At least I didn't have to fake the sibling part.
I snagged the bottle of wine we were bringing over to the dinner at the Ellistons. I still couldn't believe we were walking into our target's house already. We'd only moved in yesterday. Within an hour, Pam and Melody, Clint's wife and cousin-lover respectively, showed up to invite us for dinner. They were feeling us out and had been eager to get to know us when they learned we were siblings.
It was a short walk across the street. My stomach roiled with every step. I had to be calm. Act normal. Just going to have dinner at the neighbors. People did that stuff all the time. They weren't dangerous criminals.
Just degenerates.
Incest... How could any woman have sex with their brother?
My brother, Isaac, knocked hard on the door. "Remember to smile, Cat."
I forced a smile that I didn't feel. The pressure in my stomach grew. Then footsteps rushed up. The door opened and Pam and Melody were there. The two were as different as could be. Pam was Japanese, her hair black silk that fell loose down to her shoulders. She had a petite build, shorter and skinnier than the blonde beside her. Melody was taller, her hazel eyes flicking over me. Scrutinizing me. Her smile grew.
"Catherine! Isaac!" Melody said and threw her arms around me to give me a hug, pressing the wine bottle between us. "So glad you could make it."
She broke the hug and then Pam embraced me, full of warmth. After she broke it, she smiled and took the wine bottle from me. "We're all so excited to have you. It's nice to have some new blood in the neighborhood."
"Yeah, we're a little excited, too," my brother said.
I nodded. "We didn't expect to have such friendly neighbors. It's different."
"Well, Clint likes to get to know our neighbors. Make sure things get along great on this block." Pam said and then smiled as Clint Elliston strolled up.
He didn't look the same as he did on TV. This wasn't Clint looking smart in a suit. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, looking so normal. Not the monster who was advocating bigamy so he could marry his first cousin, who might be his half-sister, too. The man who thought incest should be legalized. That brothers and sisters should have sex with each other.
"Hi. I'm Clint." He thrust his hand out at my brother.
"Isaac." They shook, firm grips as they sized each other up. My brother stood tall, trying to be imposing.
Clint didn't seem bothered by it. Far, far too confident. We were in his power. He turned his gaze to me, a suave smile on his lips. His eyes flicked up and down me, appreciating my body. I stood tall and fit, my toned legs showed off by the dress.
"And aren't you just a beauty," he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Catherine." He took the wine bottle and glanced at the label, nodding in approval. "Come in, come in."
And just like that, we were inside, passing into the living room where more women awaited. I knew them all from the briefing. The women of Clint's family. The ones he was all suspected of fucking. True incest with most of them.
"These are my sisters," he said, motioning to the two of the younger among the waiting women. One was petite with glasses, wearing a pink dress. She looked young, like she was still in college, but I knew she was around
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my age, twenty-five. "Alicia and Zoey."
Zoey looked her age. She had a boldness about her, emphasized by her halter top showing off her large tits. "And my girlfriend, Stefani."
"Soon to be wife," said Stefani. "She finally got around to popping the question."
"Congratulations," I lied to the redhead. I had to fake this. Be normal. I couldn't act like I knew them.
"And my mom, Cheryl," Clint said, motioning to the older woman with bleached blonde hair, "her sister, My Aunt Vicky, and my mother-in-law, Asuka Hiragawa." The aunt had black hair and looked similar to her sister. And to her daughter, Melody. Asuka had darker skin than her daughter, Pam, but their resemblance was obvious. I wondered if they did things together. Incest things.
"And, lastly, my cousin. Lee." Clint motioned to his other suspected half-sister. He had a child with her, too. She dressed in skinny jeans and a boob tube that clung to her round breasts.
"If you need
anything
just let me know," Lee said. "I just want to make your night as amazing as possible."
"Thanks," I said, my nerves making me feel awkward. I supposed that was normal.
"We pawned off the kids on our neighbor so we won't have them running underfoot," Clint said. He motioned for Isaac and the pair wandered off.
"Kids?" I asked.
"Yes," Melody said. "They're getting so old. Clint has quite a few."
"We're polygamous," said Pam, taking my other arm and leading me into the living room. "So Clint's had more than his fair share of lovers. Plus, his sisters and our mothers have all had their own children. You know, liaisons that have just resulted in little miracles."
Liaisons with Clint? Would they admit it? I had to be careful now. I couldn't entrap them into incest, but I had to be ready together anything so we could use it against them.
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Isaac Nicholson
We stopped off in the kitchen where dinner was cooking. Clint set the wine bottle on the counter and then we headed outside onto the back porch. The three yards were connected. Children's toys abounded, from several play castles and a sandbox to dolls and balls and Tonka trucks. There was also a picnic table and several swing sets.
"So, you and your sister living together, huh?" Clint asked. The evening sun was warm on us. It was a pleasant feeling.
"Yeah," I said. "We're reality agents. Seemed like a good investment. Good neighborhood." I studied him, wondering where this was going.
"I get it," he said. "There are advantages to living with family." A smile spread across his lips. "She's cute. Your sister. I don't blame you at all for wanting to spend time with her."
"What are you saying?" I asked, the tension squeezing around my heart. "I mean, I've seen you on TV, Clint. Right, that's you? The incest guy?"
"That's me." He rolled his shoulders. "So you've heard me speak? Know what I'm about?"
"Yeah."
"So I am the last person to judge you for moving in with your sister. Though, I'm a little surprised you're telling everyone that you're related. You could easily just let people think you're married. Less questions that way."
"We're not like that."
"I didn't say you were." He glanced at me. "You're wondering, aren't you?"
"Wondering what?"
"Do I fuck my sisters."
I whistled. "You're just upfront, aren't you. You always say no on TV, right?"
"I'm not about to admit to a felony." He smiled at me. "You don't move in with your sister if you haven't thought about it even if you haven't done anything with her."
Jesus, he was just going straight for it. "Naw, I've never thought about her like that. And I date. I have my share of women. Cat and I are just moving in together for the investment. You know, a partnership."
"Right, right," he said, a knowing smile on his lips.
"I'm serious. I don't think of my sister in that way."
"You did, once, didn't you?" He gave me a knowing look. "When you were younger. A teenager. You noticed her growing up. Blossoming into a woman. How could you not with a cutie like that living under your roof with you."
My cheeks warmed as memories rippled and roiled. Thoughts I hadn't had in a decade or longer, things I had suppressed from my youth, stirred through me. I was shocked by just how much I remembered. Catching her changing, that brief glimpse of her breasts. How she would wear sexier clothing as she matured. The way she changed from an awkward adolescence that I'd ignored into a sexy, young woman.
I'd forgotten all about those moments. How I used to think about things with my sister. Jerk off to her. I couldn't believe it. Now they were in my mind. Underneath my skin. I swallowed, my heart pumping wild blood through my veins.
"Yeah, you did." Clint smiled. "It's natural. Every brother has that moment when he realizes his sisters are sexual beings. That they're not just those annoying girls he grew up with, but they're hotties. Hotties who get your dick hard."
"We don't have to be talking about this," I said, embarrassed. I should be getting him to talk about this, but...
I really had lusted for my sister when I was younger.
"You can have her," Clint said, his voice a low promise. Seductive like a salesman promising you the world. "Sisters are the easiest. Especially little sisters. They want their brother. She wants you. It's in her. Just like you want her. Just like you thought about her growing up, she also thought about you. How could she not with a young man in her life exciting her body? As she's awakening to her body's new-found desires, she has a hot guy just in the bedroom beside hers."
