***This is the first installment of what will hopefully become a long running series of incest erotica. the story centers around a 20 year old male and his 18 year old sister Charlotte. I hope you enjoy.***
I awoke to the sounds of keys jingling in the front door. I opened my eyes slowly so they could adjust to the darkness of the room, the only light coming from my TV, I had fallen asleep watching a film. I heard the front door open and Charlotte, my sister, (who was clearly drunk) stumble through.
Charlotte had gone out drinking tonight with a bunch of her mates and she always came back hammered. I had just come back home from university that Friday, and a lot of my mates were still at their universities, so I didn't go clubbing.
Charlotte pathetically attempted to climb the stairs in silence. If my mum and dad weren't such heavy sleepers they'd be awake too. She stomped and stumbled and swore, her high heels made climbing the stairs a much harder task. Finally she got to the top and walked across the hallway, my door was open so any minute I would see her stumble passed, and suddenly I was aware that I had a raging hard on.
It often happened, I have very horny dreams. She wouldn't notice though, she would stumble passed without a care in the world. But just in case I covered myself a little tighter with my duvet.
Suddenly the footsteps stopped, Charlotte poked her head into my room and had a huge drunken smile on her face. "What are you still doing up big brother?" I was two years older than Charlotte, I'm 20 and she is 18.
"I was watching a film." I replied, trying to sound as if I hadn't just woken up.
"What film?" She asked as she stumbled into the room and sat down on my bed.
"300" I told her. It was one of my favourite films, and I was all excited having seen the trailer for the sequel that same day.
"Is that the one with Gerard Butler in?" She said whilst drunkenly squinting at the screen.
"Yeah."
"He's fit." She place her hand just above my knee and slowly moved it up. There is a thick duvet between her and my leg but I couldn't help get aroused. My sister was a horny drunk, the amount of stories I had heard about drunken one night stands were beyond counting.
"Has it gone passed the bit when he's having sex with his wife?" she said biting her lip, her hand still rubbing along my leg.
"Yeah, that bit is right at the start." I couldn't believe how calm I was, she had her hand mere centimetres away from my rock hard cock. The only thing that scared me, even a little, was that if she touched it it might go off.
"Rewind it, I wanna watch it."
"No."
"Come on, please."
"No, fuck off, go to bed, you're drunk." I don't know why I was sending her away, I didn't want to admit it to her, but I was loving this.
"Please." She begged again, this time she gave me the puppy dog eyes and the quivering lower lip. MY GOD! She looks hot when she does that. Charlotte was a gorgeous girl; 5'5, blonde, slim, hourglass figure and huge tits.
"Fine." I said, feigning anger, though I wanted to watch it too, that bit always made me hard, Lena Heady is gorgeous.
I rewinded the film to the sex scene and together Charlotte and I watched. Muscular body, pert tits, laboured gasps and moans, it was hot. Charlotte moved her hand under the duvet this time and continued to rub my leg, my cock was pulsing.
As the scene finished I rewinded it again, with no protest from her, and we watched it again. With each rub up my leg I noticed her hand got higher and higher, inching closer to my cock, until finally she grasped it.
She took her eyes away from the TV and looked straight at me, she seductively licked and then bit her lip. I smiled back, she had a tight grasp on my cock, not so tight that it hurt, but still tight.