Hello, this is my first submission and I hope it goes well. This is not made to be a multi-part story but if there is enough want for a continuation then I will consider it. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome, via pm or comment. I'll shut up now, once again hope you enjoy.
All characters involved are 18 or older and some themes may not be suitable for all.
The door wouldn't open at first, it's always given me problems and of course on a hard day like this it decides to be at its worst. After a few minutes of struggle I finally push it open and am hit with a rush of cold air, a welcome feeling mid-summer. Walking into the hallway my first floor apartment door is a few steps away. Where I live in is really just a house split into an upstairs and downstairs apartment, I live downstairs and my step-sister lives upstairs. There is a third apartment but the tenant didn't come out much and we speculated he was no longer with us, but his rent seemed to always be paid. We have always split our cost of living so it was no surprise that on my door was a note, likely a note for rent or something. After opening it my heart hit the floor and I felt like dying. "Hey Kyle! Its rent time and I need $430, I'll be by sometime to pick it up (: -Hollie-". The reason I felt like dying is because today I just got fired from the gas station I worked at and money was going to be tight for the next few months. This was just a fantastic addition to my already shitty day and now all I wanted was a beer.
Walking into my apartment I immediately collapse into a heap of depression on the couch. "I am so fucked." I think as I look around my apartment. Seeing all the things I stupidly spent money on and how badly I could use that money now. The depressing feeling was heightened by the loneliness of my apartment and the house as a whole. A week ago Hollie moved out to a bigger and better apartment, but since the month was not over yet she still agreed to pay this month's half of the rent. I was living in a house on my own (well with a possibly dead neighbor upstairs) and with not many friends in town it was torture.
Getting up I head to the fridge and grab a beer, the alcohol will dull the pain. I grab a second beer and head to the couch again. Flipping on the TV there seems to be nothing on, just some awful reality TV shows and news. I quickly finish off my beer and go onto the second, the alcohol quickly takes effect and I start to feel a little better and relax. It gives me time to reflect on my day and how I got fired. It really wasn't my fault but someone had to be blamed and I guess being the newest guy I had to take the fall for what someone else did.
From what I gather someone on the night shift was stealing money and replacing it with counterfeit cash. It had been going on for quite some time but only was it discovered when two days ago the bank told my boss that they could not accept his deposit because some of the bills were fake, he nearly got arrested for it. After a short investigation me and another guy were found to be the most likely to have done it because sadly the receipts from my nights and his were misplaced. That asshole probably burned the receipts just to get me in trouble too, he always hated me. We weren't arrested because the police could not find enough evidence to make an arrest. Even though I didn't get arrested I still lost my job, and I loved working at the gas station, it was simple and I met some great people.
I had also developed a bit of a gambling problem and my lack of luck didn't help. My poisons were many, the track, basketball games, and much more. I once won ten thousand in a night and ended up fifteen thousand in the hole. Normally I could break even over the week but lately I can't seem to get in the groove. This team suddenly became bad or this horse seemed to want to walk this week, it seemed I could never make the right choice.
The second beer is adding to my now completely relaxed state, I was always kind of a light weight. Getting up to grab a third I see my laptop sitting on the dining room table so I scoop it up along with another cold beer. Opening up my laptop and logging in I quickly open up Chrome and go to my bookmarks, with the lack of good TV maybe the internet will entertain me. Browsing my bookmarks there are many possibilities, movies, dumb YouTube videos but then something catches my eye. Lower down my bookmarks it starts to get darker, we have entered the porn zone. I'm not into any really "crazy" stuff, a nice body and good sex is all I need to get off. More recently I have been reading more and more Incest stories, it started with curiosity and has grown into full blown obsession. There must be one hundred links to incest videos and stories and in a folder marked "tax documents 2010" over 400 pictures. I wouldn't consider myself a "freak" for liking it so much, humans are naturally drawn to the taboo. It's only when certain events fell into place did I realize I might like this incest thing more than previously thought.
Clicking on a video link, I watch as a "mom" and "daughter" explore each other's bodies. The videos got more and more intense and soon the two were eating each other out, their moans growing louder and louder. I was rock hard and ready to jerk off, but before I did my secret stash came to mind. Pausing the video and setting my laptop on the coffee table, I pull my pants up and start to walk upstairs. I shiver as I walk up the stairs, from a mix of anticipation and from how horny I am. My hard cock barely stays in my boxers as I walk up the stairs.
You see ever since Hollie moved out the upstairs is almost completely empty except for a few bags and boxes of clothes she had not yet brought over to her new place. At first I didn't think much of it but soon curiosity got the best of me. About two days after she moved out I crept upstairs and started to look through the bags and boxes, at first not finding anything interesting. In fact I really didn't know what the goal was, just looking through it without her knowledge was kind of a hot prospect to me. It took me about ten minutes to get to the bottom of the first box and it was nothing but jeans and sweaters, now and then a T-shirt now and then, the second box is where I hit the jackpot. Upon opening it I'm greeted with the same contents as the previous box. Taking out a few pairs of jeans, I am starting to lose the thrill of the hunt, but it is soon renewed. As I pick up a sweater there seems to be an empty space under it, setting it down I look inside and my heart jumps.
Panties, panties and more panties are what I see, all my digging had paid off. Taking a handful out my fingers go wild with the feelings of all types of materials. Some satin, some lace, some tiny some more conservative. One in particular catches my eye, it's a tiny little red thong with a little pink bow in the front. I should say I have never been much of a panty guy, never jerked off with them and never wore them. It was something that up until now I had not even thought about but now with a cute little thong lace thong in my hand, I knew I had to jerk off with it. Quickly getting up and walking to her bathroom I drop my pants and sit on the toilet. Wrapping the thong around my cock I experience a whole new feeling, it was incredible. The lace tickled my balls as I jerked my cock hard and fast, with full strokes for added pleasure.
What seemed to make it more intense was the fact that they were my step-sisters. Until this point I had not thought of her in a sexual way but as I used her little thong to jerk my cock thought began to rush into my head. Her on her knees in front of me, her lips wrapper around my hard cock, giving me the best head on earth. How could I think of that? Why am I jerking off with her thong? My morals began to kick in and it was really killing the mood. There was a war in my head now, I didn't know if this was wrong or not. I started to feel worse and worse but soon that would all go away. The combination of full strokes and the lace tickling my balls had quickly brought me to climax. It was incredible and mind blowing, my cum shooting nearly three feet hitting the bathtub. I let out a groan as the last few spurts leave my cock, the extra going on the thong.
I lean forward and a big grin is plastered on my face, at that moment my moral flew out the window. It's been a few days since that wonderful moment and now I am heading back upstairs to my stash to grab a new pair. Over the last few days I have been doing a lot of fantasizing and jerking off and this has dulled the pain of the counterfeit investigation and my firing today. My newest object of fantasy and desire is my beautiful step-sister Hollie, who up until now had just been my step-sister. Like I said before Incest had before only been an internet fantasy, but now was seeping into my real life and to be honest I really like it. The new thoughts and feeling brought a new energy to my normally boring and lonely life.
I guess I should tell you about her so maybe you can see where this desire came from. Hollie is about my height 5'10 maybe a little shorter and around my age of twenty. She has straight black hair and brown eyes, with a cute smile. She is in fantastic shape, but still has a nice bit of meat on her bones. Her breast are probably a B cup and man does she have an ass to die for, being from Latin descent with a white father she had a very light brown skin. Before finding her panties I had now and then stolen a glance of her but never thought about her sexually, it felt really dirty at first but now I am completely comfortable with explicit thoughts of her and her amazing body.
Getting to the top of the stairs my eyes quickly find my personal treasure chest. Walking over and opening the top and moving the box under the light, I gaze upon my now dwindling stash. The supply was dwindling because I didn't like using a pair more than once, my dried cum made for a less erotic experience. I could just wash them but that was too much work and would take away from my jerk off time. It was time to select my pair for this session and it was slim pickings. Most of the skimpy and sexy pairs were used first so the more conservative ones were left. Throwing a few around and taking a few out, I knew there had to be at least one sexy pair left. Picking up and pair boy shorts, I find my prize, a skimpy white lace thong. I was hesitant at first to use them because they were my last sexy pair, but on such a shitty day maybe they would make it better.
My mind begins to race with a multitude of erotic thoughts and I am so ready for this. Every time I take a new pair it feels like the first time I did it. The rush of energy causes me to shiver and begin to shake a little.
Grabbing the thong I stand up and start to head downstairs, I shiver again with anticipation of the coming orgasm. Getting to the bottom of the stairs my pants are already half way off and my cock is getting hard. I make my way through the living room and into the kitchen to grab a third beer, quickly making my way to the couch again. Cracking open beer number three and navigating to "tax forms 2010" I start to scroll through the many pictures. Some aren't incest themed just of beautiful models and pornstars, stopping at a favorite of mine the stroking begins. My cock is pretty average sized about six and a half inches and a pretty good girth. I get hard fairly quickly and now it's time to bring the thong into play. Wrapping it around my cock, the feeling of the lace makes me shiver. Adjusting it slightly so a little extra can tickle my balls as I stroke. Clicking "start slideshow" on my computer the pictures in the album start to shuffle.
