***This is part ten of a 13 part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous eight, but it can also be read as a standalone. All previous chapters are displayed in order under the series "A Brother and Sister's Journey" on my profile. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***
I fucked up.
Can you still call it a fuckup if you knew the thing you did was fucked up before you fucked it up?
Of course not.
But, the worst kind of fuck up is the kind that was totally avoidable, like mine. Despite making her limits completely and unambiguously clear, I had crossed them in a way I knew Kelly would be mad about.
She told me again and again that she wanted me to be more honest with her when it came to my fantasies, no matter how messed up they were. Plus, she had been crystal clear about where she stood in relation to anything involving her daughter, Reagan.
Each time I took another little step in the wrong direction I told myself that it was finally going to be my last step. I jerked off to Reagan's pictures and Kelly picked up my guilt, so I eventually told her. To my surprise, she was fine with me doing it, she only objected to the secrecy.
Then, when Reagan came to visit us during her college spring break I had taken another little step by stealing a pair of her panties. Once again Kelly could tell I was feeling guilty, and rather than admit to the next little step I had taken, I just told her I felt guilty for jerking off to her pictures again.
Kelly's response? She took our gender bending role play to another level by pegging me while we both looked at her daughter's Instagram together. She is the best sex partner a pervert has ever had. Oh, and she is also my big sister.
So, in the weeks after Reagan returned to college - minus one pair of soiled panties - I kept telling myself that my little obsession had gone far enough. Those panties would be my last score. It seemed like it would be easy to stop there, because Kelly would occasionally ask me if I wanted to look at more Reagan pics while we fucked, so I got to actively perv on my niece while fucking my sister.
It should have been enough. I was in the most rewarding relationship of my life, and I not only got to revel in the taboo of doing twisted things to my sister, but she was also open to playing along with my attraction to her own daughter.
It really should've been enough, but, sadly, for me it wasn't. I was looking forward to the end of the semester, because Reagan was coming to spend the summer with us rather than going back to her dad's house in Texas. I was spending all my free time thinking about having unlimited access to Reagan's dirty laundry, not to mention seeing her trapse around the house in her tight yoga pants and little shorts.
However, after Reagan's freshman year wrapped up, she shocked us both by announcing she was only staying with us for a few weeks. She said that after Memorial Day she was going to be spending the summer in Virginia Beach with a few friends.
While I was bummed that I wasn't going to have three months of close access to my little crush, Kelly was actually crushed. She had put so much effort into improving her relationship with Reagan since the divorce, and now she felt rejected all over again.
She fumed to me about it all while Reagan was in the shower, and there was nothing I could say to make her feel better. The next morning over breakfast Kelly pushed her further about what was going on. Reagan finally said she just wanted to spend time with her friends and that she wanted to feel like a grown up.
That made sense to me, but Kelly was still hurt. So much so that she kept picking at Reagan about her choice, and I could tell that it was only serving to make Reagan more angry with her mother. Early the next morning while I was working, I heard them shouting at each other out on the patio. I stood by the cracked window to eavesdrop, and I heard Kelly offer to move into the guest room so Reagan could spend the summer in "her apartment" over the garage.
One of the reasons we bought this house together (other than the fact it was close to Reagan's college) was because it had a little In-Law Suite over the garage. This set up made it more plausible that we were living there as single adult siblings rather than and incestuous couple. But, when no one was around it just sat empty anyway, so Reagan might as well have it.
After their talk/argument Reagan went out for a hike and I approached Kelly to see what had happened, but she was really standoffish. Ultimately she grabbed her keys and said she had to go shopping.
I was at a total loss for how to make her feel better. As for myself, I ended up getting an amazing opportunity to improve my mood when Reagan returned from her run and plopped down on the sofa.
I was in the kitchen and I saw her enter her code into her phone over her shoulder: 7139. She played on her phone for awhile and I returned to my office with my sandwich. A bit later, I heard the shower start up so I snuck into her room and saw her phone plugged in on the bedside table.
7139, and I was in.
I went right to her camera roll and hit the jackpot. Mixed in among her shots of cups of coffee and spider webs clinging to the trees on our property were a lot of nudes. Like, a whole lot. More than I could have even hoped for. As I stood there trying to figure out what to do with them I heard the shower stop.
I locked her phone, and carefully placed it back on the table where I had found it before tiptoeing back across the hall to my office in the 3rd bedroom. I was disappointed when she was in there for, like ten more minutes before I heard her walk from the bathroom to the bedroom.
Damn it! I would've had the time to do something with all those nudes!
I spent the whole rest of the day scheming how I could get a hold of all of them. I thought about emailing them to myself or saving them onto a SD card, but ultimately I set up a fake new Google account that I was going to set as an automatic backup for all her pictures.
I was smugly satisfied with this creepy and fucked up plan until I saw Kelly's face when she came back from her shopping trip. She looked miserable, and I felt awful. Sadly, not awful enough to ditch my plan, even thought I had plenty of time to reconsider.
For the next 10 days as Memorial day approached I just couldn't ever seem to find a time when Reagan was away from her phone, and Kelly was also not around. I started to think of it as a sign that I had already gone too far and I just needed to give up on my new fucked up obsession.
Making matters worse was the fact that Kelly and I hadn't fucked since Reagan showed up. Kelly was stuck in the apartment and when we did get a moment alone when Reagan was sequestered in her room, out on her hikes, or shopping Kelly never wanted to risk that we'd get caught if Reagan returned unexpectedly.
I'm not making excuses for what I ended up doing, but I will say that I was exceedingly horny, and the more forbidden Reagan was, the more I ultimately wanted her. That night, I woke up in the middle of a remarkably vivid sex dream where Kelly and Reagan were grinding their pussies together while I watched, and even after getting myself off I couldn't fall back asleep.
The next day I was just as cranky as Kelly when I came sleeplessly down the stairs. Reagan was up already and hunkered down in my chair in the corner, once again staring at her phone. The phone that held my prize.
I headed upstairs to work after making and pouring an obscenely large cup of coffee. I fumbled my way through work and actually put my head down on my desk in the middle of a very boring call. Kelly stirred me awake with a light knock on the door.
"I'm heading down to Farmville to get Rey's oil changed and pick up a few things at Walmart for her to take to the beach, do you need anything?"
I thanked her for asking, and told I didn't need anything and off she went. About 10 minutes later I heard her roll down the driveway to run her errands. About an hour later when my meeting ended, I headed downstairs to get more coffee only to find Reagan napping on the couch.
I quietly walked toward the couch and lightly picked up her phone before standing there for a second watching her sleep. This was the most creepy I had ever felt in my life. Did it stop me? Of course not. 7139 and I was in again. I opened her Google Pictures app and was about to go to settings in order to add the email address I had made as a backup location when I heard her sniffle and stir a bit.
I panicked and went to put the phone back on the coffee table, but then saw that she was still sleeping. I knew I was truly out on a ledge here so I thought about just emailing myself a few pics quickly rather than going through the steps to back them all up.
I kicked myself for not carrying my USB that I had gotten for just this reason. When I opened her email to send pics to myself I saw that she had a ton of notifications from OnlyFans, so I closed out of Gmail and went to the OF app on her phone and saw why she was taking all those nudes!
There was the profile for Lanie Licious, 19, of Houston along with a topless shot of Reagan taken in her dorm room as the profile pic. Her intro read
Well hi there! I'm Lanie and I'm a southern pastor's daughter who is fully embracing being a fallen angel, lol. What you'll find on my page: nudes, nudes and more nudes tee-hee. Plus unlockable vids once a week and much more. See my pinned post for custom pricing. I'm looking forward to getting to know you!
In that moment I abandoned the plan of somehow getting her photos out of her phone, and assuaged my mounting guilt by telling myself it'd be better if I were paying her for her work, even though she's my niece.
After softly placing her phone back down I jumped up the steps back to my desk, invigorated by filthy perverted lust rather than more coffee. I opened my personal laptop and went to OnlyFans to set up an account.
I was carful to not pick a fake name that would arouse instant suspicion like Connor Patrick or anything close to my own name. I went with Nick Edwards which felt like a fake name that didn't seem obviously fake.
I had to split my attention between finishing setting up the account and a work meeting, but before long Nick Edwards was ready to go with a credit card attached for payment. Then I searched for Reagan's account and was bummed out when I couldn't find it. I tried a bunch of different spellings to no avail.
"Shoulda taken a pic of her account with my phone" I rebuked myself in an audible mumble.
