Megan's Body

This is an incest story if you find this disturbing then find a different story.

This is the fist story I've ever done. Please go easy on me but advice and tips would be great, Thanks!

**All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.**

-PART ONE-

Megan's Body

Hello I'm Emma, an eighteen year old girl fresh out of high school. I'm around five foot and six inches tall, I have a slender frame, perky B-cup breasts, a dirty blonde hair that curls down to my shoulders. My eyes are hazel but in certain lighting they look green and or brown.

While growing up I always thought of my older sister Megan as a very attractive woman. I never truly tested the boundaries of my sexuality growing up and mainly focused on my schooling. Im also a virgin still and never cared for sex. So I never understood why I would get tingly when I would look at Megan. Megan was always super hot growing up. I remember hearing stories from when she had friends over from school for sleepovers about how guys looked at Megan. One of her friends would always say that boys would "eye fuck her". I was never apart of her sleepovers being that I'm four years younger. So I used to sit outside of Megan's bedroom door and listen to their conversations. Some conversations involved what girl was fucking what guy and so on. And other conversations were just high school girl talk. The conversations that caught me the most would have been about Megan. Hearing the girls ask who Megan fucked recently or gave head too. Most of the stories were intense and normally ended with them all giggling about the guy finishing too quick.

I remember one night that Megan had her friend Mary over and they were in Megan's room. The door had been locked and they weren't talking too loudly. I had pressed my ear up against the door and heard muffled moans. At the time I didn't know anything of it and just thought they were being quiet talking about boys. Unknown to me was that Mary was a lesbian and always lusted after Megan. Now Megan on the other hand was fairly straight but allowed Mary to lick on her pussy. So whenever Mary came over for "sleepovers" it was more of a pleasure time for Megan. Mary would make Megan orgasm and cum and that's all the satisfaction that Mary wanted. But let's get back to the main story.

It was a warm summer afternoon in Wisconsin and I was relaxing on the porch. I was wearing a pink t-shirt that had a rock band logo on it, jean shorts and no shoes. I was reading a book when my sister Megan came driving up the driveway. She was in her small red convertible that she got as a graduation gift from our father. Megan and Dad were always closer than he and I were. And I never truly cared being that I was still given just the same amount of care and love from both of our parents. But Megan got the best of stuff, and i didn't find out why till later on, which I'll get too.

I noticed when Megan got out of her car how she had an amazing tan and she had definitely been working on her body image. She had an almost white blonde hair color that hanged just above her waistline. And her hourglass physique helped to tie it all together nicely. She was wearing some type of name brand sunglasses which covered up her beautiful light blue eyes that she got from our father. She had on a white tank top and blue jean shorts that hugged her figure perfectly. Along with her normal flip flops. I noticed that her breasts looked smaller which gave me the notion that she must have a sports bra on under the tank top. Her breasts are a little bigger than mine but not by much. I had only seen them naked a couple of times when she was still living at home and I'd walk into the bathroom by accident. It was seriously an accident then. But now her twenty one year old body has really developed.

As she was moving around her car I was watching her closely as I always had in the past. But this time more intently. Megan noticed I was sitting on the porch and waved at me in which I returned the wave.

"Hey brat come help me bring in my stuff!" She yelled out to me.

"Ok, I'm coming." I replied with a sigh.

I got up to help her bring stuff in and the heat didn't make it any fun. We spent the next ten minutes bringing in all of her stuff from her car. She had baskets with dirty clothing and also some boxes with random things like pictures and her books from the study year. I was the one that brought in the dirty clothes basket. And I noticed a pair of white lace panties on the top of the pile partially covered by a red t-shirt. I didn't really think about why that had caught my eye the most. Maybe the pure white color standing out or the lace material. Either way I was particularly interested in them.

When I got into the house with the basket in my arms. Mom directed me to take the basket upstairs to what was going to be Megan's room for the summer. Our parents had changed Megan's old bedroom when she left for college to be a guest room. Megan at first was not happy about the change but dad talked with her to length one night over the phone about it before she came home. He seemed to be better with words than our mother. And Megan normally agreed to stuff if he said it.

I walked up the stairs and down the hallway that had three rooms attached to it. One room was the now guest room (Megan's room) on the left, the room across from that was a bathroom. And then my bedroom at the end of the hall. Our parent's bedroom was down stairs and had a master bathroom with a full jacuzzi and walk in shower. Our father had this house custom built when I was around four years old.

Anyway I got into the room that she would be staying in and set the basket down. I still couldn't take my eyes off of the panties. Something inside of me told me to pick them up. And so I reached down and grabbed them and brought them up for a better view. They were super cute and very sexy! That's when I had a burning itch in the back of my mind to smell them and again I was confused as to why. But temptation had gotten the better of me again. I brought them up to my face and pressed my nose against the lace fabric. I inhaled and smelled a sweet scent that I figured out quickly was the smell of Megan's pussy. It was an intoxicating scent that made my head spin. I felt that tingling feeling run throughout my body and a slight warmth down in my groin. I got pulled out of the trance as I heard Megan's voice as she yelled down to our mother about a box of stuff. She was coming to the room and there I stood with her panties up to my face. I quickly dropped them and they missed the basket and landed on the floor just as she walked in. I was really nervous if she saw anything.

"Hey, I have another box down there, can you go grab it for me? Mom's back hurts and she said she can't carry it up here." Megan asked me unaware of what I was just doing.

"Ohhh... right I will get right on it Meggy!" I replied with her old nickname and smiled with a slight blush on my face. Trying to hide the look of guilt on my face as I left.

I quickly bounced out of her room and down the stairs to get the box from our mother. Who had a look of pain written across her face. She handed me the box without saying anything and I turned to head back up to Megan's room.

When I walked into Megan's room she had taken off her tank top and only had on a sports bra and those shorts. Now I could clearly tell why her boobs had looked smaller. The way the sports bra pressed her breasts down made them look almost nonexistent. She looked at me as I entered the room and she pointed at the dresser.

"You can put the box on the dresser..... Also it's really hot out today! I thought a tank top and a sports bra would be fine together but I'm still sweating." She laughed and fanned herself with her hand.

"Yeah... we have a heatwave right now. What was the weather like at your college?" I asked as I set the box down.

"It was warm but the humidity was different there. And we had the breeze from the ocean." She stated while still fanning herself.

She was going to the University of Miami for business. Miami was her dream college. This was also why we only saw her on breaks. She didn't come home for spring break though. Her and a couple of her friends stayed in Miami for the spring break events. She had also turned twenty one at that time. So she would be able to party. Which is where she must have gotten that great tan started.

"Well now that we are done bringing in your stuff, the air conditioning should cool it down." I stated as I sat on the end of her bed trying to sound smart.

I had my legs together and my hands on my thighs. I was looking down at the floor at the lace panties. Megan must have noticed and she bent down to pick them up.

"Are you interested in these?" She asked me holding them out on the end of her finger.

"Uhhh... what? I..." I stammered trying to find the words. I thought I was caught.

"I noticed you were staring at them for a while there. You don't have anything like these do you?" She said and tossed them on her basket.

"Nooo... mom wouldn't let me get any. And now that I'm eighteen I feel it would be weird to ask or even have mom see them if she does my laundry." I finally say with a relief that Megan still has no clue about my interaction with those panties.

"Well how about you take them? We are relatively close in waist sizes. And I have a bunch of others. You'll just want to wash them first." She gestures as she continues to unpack her boxes.

"Ohh... are you sure about that? I don't really need them...." I begin to say.

"Emma it's fine, plus I'm sure whoever you're talking to would like them." She says.

"Well I'm not talking to anyone right now. I was very focused on getting the best grades before graduation." I say and look down at my legs.

"Oh... well then for a future lover then, unless you're still a virgin!" She giggles and lightly punched my shoulder.

"Well...... uhhh." I begin to say.

"Ohhh, shit you are?" Megan asked

"Like I said I focused on school. I didn't see the point in a distraction. And I wanted to be the class valedictorian like you were. I also want to go to college." I say in response trying to change the topic from my virginity.

"Hey that's all good Em.. but you need to have fun in life or it will be boring." Megan said as she focused on unpacking.

I rubbed my shoulder and looked back up at her. She was folding some of the clean clothes from one of the boxes and not paying attention to where my gaze drifted too. I went from her soft lips down her neck and to her sports bra. My mind began to wonder if her breasts had changed much since the last time I had seen them. My eyes eventually drifted lower. Down to a piercing on her belly button which was new to me.

"Hey when did you get that done?" I asked still looking at the small heart stud shaped piercing.

"Uhhh.... I think it was during spring break. I was pretty drunk. So I don't really recall. Remember I said you have to have fun in life" She laughed and looked down at it. She glanced over at me and then back to her laundry folding.

"I don't know about piercings yet." I said thinking about how I don't have any on me.

"That's not the only piercing that I've got, I have another piercing somewhere hidden." Megan again giggles as she says that.

"Well... I better go help mom with dinner and see when dad will be home." I said as I got up from her bed. I started toward the door and before I left I felt something hit me on the back.

"Take these with you!" Megan blurted out. It was her lace panties which were now mine.

I smiled awkwardly and picked them up and headed to my bedroom to put them in my dirty clothes bin. As I entered my room I had that feeling again to smell them.

I quietly closed my bedroom door and locked it. It made a quiet click and I knew now I'd have a moment to really explore the panties. I laid on my bed and pressed the panties to my nose and inhaled. The sweet scent of her was again so strong. I loved it. I felt that familiar tingling and warming in my crotch. This time I had to do something about it.

I quickly took my jean shorts and t-shirt off along with my "normal" underwear and laid back on my bed. I pressed the panties to my face and inhaled again. While I did that I slowly ran my hands along my body. Squeezing my breasts and then down to the main course. As my fingers slid across my folds I was already very wet. I then took the panties and used them to rub at my wet clit. I needed a release that I didn't understand yet. The building pressure in my core was somewhat new to me. My breathing started to become faster and more intense. Moans began to form and I realized that I needed to stay quiet. Being that my sister was just down the hall within hearing range. But I couldn't and didn't want to stop. Now the panties had my juices on them and they were mixed with Megan's scent. I took them and shoved them into my mouth to help muffle my moans. The taste of my juices and the thought of Megan's mixing was about to send me over the edge! I continued to rub at my clit and even teased the entrance to my vagina.

This hadn't been the first time I've tasted my own juices. When I was two years younger I had gotten wet thinking about a boy from school and I had tasted myself then but didn't fully masturbate. This right now was the first real masturbation session I ever had. And it was to the thought of my sister's pussy.

I continued to rub at my sensitive clit and the pressure was almost unbearable. I ached my back and felt a massive wave of pleasure surge through my body. My eyes rolling back and my breathing on pause as I rode the orgasm. Finally I came down to earth. I laid on the bed feeling relaxed but yet wanting more. But that would have to wait as a knock on my door sent me bolting off my bed and onto the floor with a thud.

"Hey you good in there? Mom said dinner will be done soon." Megan's voice on the other side of my door. If only she had seen me right then.

I pulled the panties from my mouth and tossed them into my dirty clothes bin "yeah I'll be right out I'm just tidying up in here!" I replied trying to sound normal again.

I grabbed a towel from my closet door and wiped myself down and got redressed. I began to wonder if Megan heard me at all. Was I too loud? Did she hear the ending of that? My mind raced as I opened my door expecting to see her standing there. But she must have went downstairs already.

I made my way down and to the kitchen/dining room where Megan and our mother sat. Megan was now wearing a t-shirt along with her jean shorts. Our mother was a beautiful woman. She has shorter blonde hair than I do, but bigger breasts around a D-cup. She's about five foot and four inches tall. Her eyes are a hazel to almost brownish color. Her face is rounded but not fat. She has that same hourglass shape that Megan has but she's a little skinnier.

Our father had just pulled into the driveway as I sat down to join Megan and mom at the table. The front door opened and he walked in. My father is six foot, stocky build, with a short brown beard and short hair combed to the side. His blue eyes stand out from his face and are normally what people talk about. He was wearing his work uniform that had small oily stains on it. My family owns a mechanic business that had been passed down through our family since my great grandfather. This is also why Megan is going to school for business. The plan will be for Megan to take it over someday and she has a ton of plans to take the business across the United States. But this is still not why dad treats her better than me, hang in there almost to that.

He walked into the kitchen and smiled seeing Megan, He walked over to our mom and gave her a kiss then set his lunchbox on the counter.

"I'm glad you made it home safely honey!" Dad said toward Megan. He then joined us at the dinner table. Megan smiled toward him and set her cellphone down.

"Thanks daddy, it was a long trip back up here but I really wanted to be home." Megan stated looking toward dad. She shifted in her seat a little. I looked toward dad and he just smiled at me. "Well let's eat, it's been a long day and I'm starving. Once I'm done eating I'll need a good shower." He said really emphasizing on the word "good" then he reached for the bowl in front of him.

We all passed the dishes around the table and had small talk about Megan's schooling. How it went for her final semester of her sophomore year. Dad seemed more interested about her partying and any boys she may have met. But Megan seemed to play it off and state that she stayed focused on school. To me that was cool being that I do the same. Little did we all know what Megan really did. Megan was a big partier, she was the girl of the parties, the "it's not a party without Megan" kind of partier. Everyone loved having her at their parties, not just due to her being super hot. She was the girl that really let loose and would get things going. We all ate our fill of dinner then started to clean up. Mom started working on the dishes, while dad headed for the master bedroom which was down a hallway on the other side of the house opposite the kitchen and dinning room. The living room was attached off to the side of that hallway as well.

I finished helping mom pick up the kitchen and noticed that Megan dipped out from helping as usual. She was never one for chores and used to get grounded for not doing them. Mom was always the one to ground her though and then dad would overturn the ruling. I figured she had gone up to her bedroom to relax. So I ran up the stairs to go see if she was, being that I wanted to hang out with her. When I got to her doorway the light was off and she was not in there. So I checked our shared bathroom and again no Megan. I had a dumb thought that maybe she went into my room but a quick peek in and nope. So back down the steps I went and saw mom still in the kitchen. I walked over to the entry of the living room and empty too. At this point I was confused as to where she may have gone. I heard mom call out from behind me. "I'm going for my evening walk. I'll be back soon." She said and I heard the front door open and then close. Our mother was always on a routine and it was the same thing everyday.

Anyway I approached my parent's bedroom to see if Megan had followed our dad in there. Being that they were still talking about the business after dinner. I found the bedroom door slightly open and so I pushed it slowly hoping to not find our father standing there naked. I will admit I had seen him once or twice by accident. As I pushed the door I didn't see anyone in the room but the master bathroom door was also cracked open. I walked through the bedroom and toward the door. As I approached I heard my father talking. Once at the door though to my surprise was also Megan's voice but in a lower quieter tone. At this point I was more curious why she was in there with him while he showered. Were business talks really that important? And that's what I was hearing was business talks. I slowly moved the door to the bathroom so I could get a view of where Megan was. I figured she was talking to him while he showered and she must be sitting on the counter or the toilet. Now the walk in shower had frosted glass doors that you couldn't really see into all that well. So it would have been ok for someone to be in there while you showered. I've done it on multiple occasions while mom showered and I would chat with her, but I was also younger then and don't do it much anymore. So as I peeked into the bathroom I saw more than I ever thought I would.

I saw Megan fully naked, standing by the counter. She was leaning over the counter looking at her face in the mirror. Now from my angle I'm to Megan's immediate left. So I got a full side shot. I could finally see her amazing breasts, still very firm and perky. And that tan covered everything perfectly as if it was her actually skin color. I moved enough in the crack of the doorway to see all of Megan's body. My eyes moved along her back like a car on a long highway in the movies, eventually to her plump rounded ass. She was still talking to our father who I figured was in the shower already by the sounds of the water. I was so confused now as to why she was naked. I tried to justify that maybe she was going to shower after he did being that she had a long trip and was sweaty. But then my brain said "no we have a shower upstairs". That's when Megan turned toward her right and did a full one eighty toward the shower door. My eyes widened again almost bursting from my head. I watched her do that spin around and her hair flowing in the air along with her boobs doing a jiggle. She began to move toward the shower door. In my mind I was saying "wait something's off." Megan reached forward and opened the door to the shower and stepped in and closed it. Now out of my view behind the frosted glass. Behind the frosted glass with our father! My mind about exploding now with the question as to why?