Authors note; bear with me on this...I wanted to write a story that is not necessarily just about sex, but a story about a web of secrets and lies where sex and incest play a part. I appreciate this will not appeal to everyone but hopefully someone will like it! As ever thanks for reading
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I barely had the energy to slam my locker shut. I walked towards the door then out the building before finally slumping into the seat of my car. A long and tiring day at the end of a long and tiring week. What I really wanted was to get home and soak in a warm bath before doing absolutely nothing for the whole weekend.
No chance. What I really had to do when I got home was pack my bag then drive over to my parents house, pick up my kid sister then drive two hundred miles to a hotel before attending my cousins wedding the next day. Great!
I packed, had a quick shower then grabbed a bite to eat before leaving to collect my younger sister, Martha.
To start at the beginning. I am Jack. I'm twenty seven years old and work as a cop. A police officer. I've been married to Jenny for four years. Jenny is a schoolteacher and is thirty one. I have two sisters, Martha who is eighteen and still at school, and Sophie, who is twenty nine.
The plans for this coming weekend, the weekend of my cousin's wedding, are unnecessarily complicated in my eyes. My wife can't make it as she has already arranged a school camping trip, and that was arranged before we knew about the wedding. My parents wanted to travel down on the Friday to get there early and spend some time with my aunt and uncle. But they couldn't do that because Martha had a major exam at school on Friday afternoon. Confusing! So foolishly I came up with a solution. I couldn't leave until Friday evening anyway, as I was working. So why didn't I take Martha after school? Problem solved. My parents could get there nice and early and Martha and I would get there later on. Everyone's happy.
So I arrived at my parents house shortly after six pm, hoping at praying that my little sister was packed and ready. I knocked on the door, and when she answered I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Happy birthday squirt!" I laughed, handing over her present.
"Sorry it's a few days late," her birthday having been three days earlier.
"Thanks, and please don't call me squirt. You know I don't like it."
"Oh yes I forgot you're eighteen now!" I joked.
She opened the card, which contained some cash, and then the present,a bottle of perfume.
"Thanks!!", she yelled, giving me another kiss.
"'S'ok. Jenny chose the perfume. Hope it's alright."
"It's lovely. You know I really wouldn't trust you to choose perfume! I guessed it was Jenny's choice. It's perfect."
"Are you ready?"
"Just gotta lock up."
Shortly after we set off, the heavens opened and there was a crazy rain storm. The traffic was shocking, just getting out of the city. After an hour we had only driven twenty miles.
"This is shit. We're never gonna get there," I moaned.
"How long do you reckon?" Martha asked.
"Well I guessed at three hours, maybe four, but this is crazy."
Just when we got going we hit another tailback, caused by a crash further ahead, which delayed us even more. By nine PM we had still not even travelled a hundred miles. I pulled into a diner, desperate for a piss and a coffee. I went to the restroom while Martha ordered the coffees. I got back and sat down while she went to the counter to order some food. As she stood there I found myself, unintentionally, looking at her. She was slim, about five feet five tall, and, I noticed, had all the right curves in all the right places. A nice peachy looking ass and small, but not too small, breasts. And pretty. She wore a t shirt, and despite the rainstorm it was a hot evening. I realized she wasn't wearing a bra under her t shirt.
"Wow dude your sister is turning into a fine looking woman!" I thought to myself, before shaking myself out of my trance. That's my kid sister, stop thinking that way, I told myself.
She came back across to the table, carrying two pastries.
"Energy!" she laughed.
"Good thinking."
"I saw you looking at me. Staring at me. When I was at the counter. What was that about?" she asked.
"Was I? Oh sorry. I was in a bit of a trance."
"Ah my beauty put you in a trance? Thanks big brother!"
"Huh?"
"I was joking. You said you were in a trance. Wow you're really not with it are you?"
"Sorry, long hard week."
"Catching all those criminals?" she joked.
"Something like that."
"How's Jenny?"
"She's good."
"Haven't seen you guys in ages. Shame she couldn't come."
"Yeah she couldn't. This camping trip has been planned for ages. Lucky her."
"Lucky?"
"Well you know. I'm tired and this is a long journey. Ignore me. Maybe I just wanted to stay at home and chill this weekend."
"You'll be fine when we get there."
"Maybe. A weekend with loads of relatives? Maybe not!"
"She'll be there."
"Sophie you mean? Yeah I know. And him. The boyfriend. He who shall not be mentioned!"
Sophie's boyfriend, Greg, is forty seven years old, married, and Sophie's boss. To say my parents don't approve of their eldest child's choice of boyfriend would be...an understatement.
"No he's not coming. Mom and dad told her, and I mean, told her, he wasn't welcome," Martha explained.
"Oh? Well, that will be...interesting. So she'll be in a terrible mood all the time."
"Yep. And mom reckons it's your job to cheer her up and keep her happy."
"How am I gonna do that? She's barely civil to me at the best of times."
It was true. Me and my eldest sister did not get along.
"Sorry dear brother."
We set off. Shortly after we hit another tailback. I pulled over to look at a map.
"What's wrong?" Martha inquired.
"Just...this traffic. It's ten now. We're not even halfway. I think..."
"What?"
"Well look I'm so tired. Even if the traffic does clear it's gonna be after midnight before we get there. I don't fancy rocking up to a hotel after midnight. And anyway I'm getting sleepy. It's not safe to drive."
"So what? We sleep in the car?"
I laughed.
"No I was thinking of a motel."
"Shit, look, Jack, I can't afford a motel."
"You can use that money I gave you for your birthday."
She opened her mouth in protest, but no words came out.
"Joking! Sucker! I'll pay. I think I can afford a couple of rooms in some deadbeat motel in the middle of fucking nowhere!"
"Language, dear brother, language."
We drove on for about another ten miles till we found a motel. Deadbeat was indeed the image that sprang to mind.
We went to reception where a girl, who appeared to be no more than fourteen looked as dull as the motel.
"Hi, we need two rooms. Just for tonight," I said, trying my best to sound bright.
"Only got one," the girl replied.
"No we need two rooms."
"Only got one," she repeated.
"Has it got two beds?" I asked.
"Can't you share a bed. It's got a big one. One," she told us.
"We're brother and sister. We need two beds."
"Sorry."
"Well, where's the next place to try? Is it far?"
"About forty miles. But you'll be lucky to get anything there. It's late," she said, glancing round at the clock on the wall.
I turned to Martha.
"What do you think? It's just for one night. Do you want to stay here?"
"It'll be fine. We don't have much choice," Martha replied.
"We'll take it," I told the bored looking girl.
I filled out the forms and paid. She handed us the key.
"Room six. Right at the end."
"Thanks."
"Enjoy your night, brother and sister," shouted the girl.
I turned round and glared at her.
The room was worse than I imagined it would be. If that was possible. The carpet felt damp and the room smelled moldy. I pulled the curtain across. It was thin and barely kept out the light from the lamp outside. At the end of the double bed was a tv with a built in dvd player Behind that was the bathroom. I put my bag on the bed and began to unpack. Martha went through to the bathroom.
"I'm gonna have a quick shower. If it works," she laughed.
"Good luck!"
I sat on the bed and switched the tv on. As I stared blankly at the screen I noticed a flicker of light from the direction of the bathroom door. I looked across and realized that there was quite a big gap between the door and the frame.
"Shithole of a place," I muttered to myself, before I realized to my shock that through the gap I could see into the bathroom. At that moment my sister passed behind the gap and I was aware that I could see her naked ass.
Forcing myself to look away I made a mental note to myself to hang a towel over that gap when I went in there.
Martha came out, wearing a short white vest and a pair of light green panties.
"Anything on tv?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Any good dvds?" she continued, picking up a pile by the side of the tv.
"Oh," she replied to her own question, before throwing the pile of four dvds onto the bed.
I looked at them. Porn. All of them.
"Classy place isn't it?" I laughed.
I went off to have a shower, carefully covering the gap by the door. After, I put on a pair of boxers. I normally sleep nude, but not tonight! Going back into the room I saw Martha sitting up in bed, watching tv. Some kind of game show.
"I chucked the duvet. It smelled, and anyway it's baking in here," she informed me.
I climbed into bed.
"I'm going to sleep. I'm shattered," I said.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard Martha switch off the tv.
"Goodnight," she said, switching off the light, although the lamp outside the room still bathed the room in brightness.
I rolled onto my side, away from her and tried to sleep. About twenty minutes must have passed when I felt my sister stirring. Suddenly her arm draped across me and her hand settled on my bare stomach.
"Are you quite comfortable?" I joked.
"Sorry, you don't mind do you?"
I didn't reply, just closed my eyes. Not long after her hand slid down my stomach and stopped at the elastic at the top of my shorts. A few more minutes passed and I felt her hand slide across my shorts, settling on my soft penis. Shocked I quickly lifted her hand off my shorts and placed it back on my stomach. There it stayed for about ten minutes before she repeated the process. First down to the top of my shorts then pressing down on my cock.
Was she awake? Was she dreaming? Was she aware of what she was doing? I had no idea.
"Martha. No," I whispered firmly as I lifted her hand off my shorts and put it back on my stomach.
Really I should have got out of the bed. Or made her get out of the bed. Or told her, in no uncertain terms, to keep her hands to herself. But it seems my 'no' had done the job. Her hand stayed longer on my stomach this time. But I was now wide awake. I found myself thinking about where I was. Sharing a bed with my kid sister. Not so bad if we were kids. But I was twenty seven. Still weird but maybe understandable if she was a kid. But she was eighteen now. And I'm married. What would Jenny think if she saw us now? Me sharing a bed with an eighteen year old girl? I don't think she'd be impressed. I know she wouldn't be impressed. But my sister? That might be ok in her eyes. Just. And I'm a cop? Well there's no law against sharing a bed with your sister.
What shocked me, what stirred me from my thoughts was the realization that I had an erection! Where had that com from? Why? I realized that somewhere deep inside me, a part of me was curious about my sister's actions. Why had she touched my shorts? What was going on in her mind? If she was aware of doing it that is.
At that very moment her hand slid down to the top of my shorts again. If ever there was a moment to stop her, to lift her hand away, it was then. But I froze. Partly in shock, partly in confusion, but also, to my shame, partly in curiosity. I wondered what she was doing and what she would do if she discovered I had an erection. And that is the part that really shames me, I WANTED her to feel it.
And she did. Her hand slid down my shorts and stopped when she felt my stiff member. She seemed confused for a moment but then this silent act continued. With her fingers, she began to trace through my shorts the shape of my shaft. Then she stopped again. Her hand returned to the elastic at the top of my shorts, then she lifted it up and slid her hand inside. My cock jumped as her bare fingers came to a rest on it, before closing around it. Again she stopped, seemingly unsure whether to continue this illicit act.
After a few moments hesitation, she began to stroke my penis, running her grip up and down my shaft. I knew it was too late but I still felt I could stop this. But I couldn't. Instead I helped her by hooking my thumbs into the elastic and pulling my shorts down. Past my knees and ankles before kicking them off. I was now naked. She continued to stroke me. I rolled onto my back then pushed the sheet covering us away. She gasped lightly as my naked body came into view in the lamplight.
She sat up a bit and began to actually masturbate me. Finally I broke the silence that had existed between us throughout this act.
"Martha...?"
"Huh?"
"What are you...I think you shouldn't be doing this..."
"I know...I...it's ..."
"You'd better stop."
"Do you want me to?" she breathed.
"It's wrong."
"I..."
"I'm your brother. You're just a child."
"I'm eighteen."
"I'm your brother."
"I know but...do you want me stop?"
