Sophomore Year Pt 12

Part 12: Incest

Chapter 27: Incest - How Ian started sleeping with his sister and mother.

After our last exams, Clarice and I decided to spend the night together before we went home to spend Christmas with our families. After Christmas, Clarice was going to come by train to visit me and stay until New Year's Eve. The O'Briens were having a big New Year's Eve party, so we planned to drive back for that. After New Year's Eve with the O'Briens we were going to spend the rest of our break with Clarice's family.

We decided to splurge on a nice restaurant to celebrate the end of the semester and have our own early Christmas celebration. Clarice looked fabulous as always wearing her little black dress with her hair down the way I like it. I dug out my one suit and even ironed a shirt. She said I looked dashing and hot.

After dinner we went to a little coffee club near campus. The owners combined a coffee shop with the atmosphere of a jazz club from the '60s to come up with a quiet place to hang out. It was popular with the non-drinking student population. We found a loveseat in a quiet corner and sat to talk.

We'd been talking about our plans for the holiday and what we expected for the next semester, when Clarice changed the subject, "So, when you get home will you sleep in your mom's bed?"

"Maybe."

"I mean, Patty's always talking about how she loves sleeping with her parents and Mark when she goes home. It sounds like she never sleeps alone. It's not that way for you and your mom?"

"That's kind of why Patty and I didn't work out. Patty doesn't think she ever needs to draw a line between her sexual relationship with someone and the rest of how she relates. Mom and Karen and I had to learn how to do that, or it could have been really weird."

"How do you mean? You never really told me how you started sleeping together. All I know is that it had something to do with your father's death."

"Karen and I have always been really close, including physical closeness. Dad's death just pushed us over the edge."

"Close how?"

"It goes way back to some of my earliest memories when I was just a toddler. A lot of nights when we were little, Karen and I would climb into Mom and Dad's bed, or we'd sleep together."

"The way Mom tells it; Karen startled easily when she was a kid. Thunder, a dog barking, even howling winds would wake her up and she'd go cuddle with Mom. When I was big enough to have my own bed, I didn't like being left out, so I'd follow Karen and all four of us would sleep together."

"I was one of those kids who loved to feel the boom of thunder. When we went to see the fireworks, I always wanted to be close enough to feel the concussion when they went off. And I could sleep through any racket. But if someone else in the house woke up in the night, I'd hear it and wake up too. So when Karen went into my parent's room, I'd hear her and I'd follow, pretending I was scared too."

"Mom and Dad knew it was a scam, but they played along. Mom said they liked having us all cuddled together. But as we got bigger, eventually their bed was cramped with all four of us in it. That's when they told Karen she had to be a big girl and stay in her own bed."

"I felt bad about pushing Karen out, but I wasn't going to give up cuddles. Mom said I came up with a solution, asking Karen to cuddle with me since she was a big girl and could take care of me."

"That worked for Karen and me, but then we could tell Mom and Dad were missing their cuddles. Karen came to me one night during a thunderstorm and said, 'Mom might need some cuddles.'"

"Eventually Mom and Dad had told both of us both we were too big to share their bed, so when we wanted to cuddle, we slept together. That's how it went until my parents realized I'd started noticing Mom's lady parts. Then Mom and Dad had a talk with Karen and me and we stopped sleeping together."

"I can only remember a couple of times after that when Karen crawled into my bed for comfort because something traumatic happened, like when one of her best friends moved halfway across the country. Even then, she'd just lay with her head on my chest and cry, and when she was done crying, she'd go back to her own room."

"At about that time, Mom and Dad started getting calls from school about my behavior. I'd started noticing the girls at school and I became that kid who pushed girls and punched them in the arm so they'd notice me too."

"Dad took me aside and told me that I had to be nice to the girls if I wanted them to like me. The problem is, at eleven years old I didn't know what girls thought was nice. Karen tried to talk to me, but it was like she was speaking a foreign language. I got frustrated and I kept acting out."

"The other thing Dad said to me, which I didn't understand but could follow was, 'Girls don't like to be stared at. You know you're going to see your mom without a lot of clothes on from time to time. If you stare at her, it makes her uncomfortable. Think of staring at a girl as being bad for you just like staring at the sun. If you stare at a girl, she'll think you're just a horny peckerhead.'"

"After that, if Mom caught me ogling her, she'd say, 'Are you staring at the sun, peckerhead?' Mom and I were talking about that recently and she said it was just a phase that lasted two or three months. Then she was just Mom again, not a woman."

"By freshman year, Karen and Dad had convinced me there was a better way to get girls to notice me. I found out that girls noticed me because I was big and I was on the football team, and Karen says I was a hottie even then. I was able to get a couple of dates early in the year, but they ended badly because the girls said I was going too fast."

"When Karen came home from school, she talked to some of her friends who had younger sisters. Then she came to me and said, 'You're not allowed to date a girl until I say so. We're going to teach you how to treat girls right, so they'll be asking you out.'"

"I wasn't thrilled about not dating, but by then I was getting shot down every time I asked a girl out, so it was a moot point. After Karen talked to me, I figured out that the girls I'd dated were talking about me, and not in a good way. I thought if I could get girls to ask me out, it would be worth it, so I said okay."

"Karen told me she was going to give me homework assignments. The first one was to go to the mall, find a girl I'd never talked to, get her name, and find out why she was at the mall."

"I spent a whole afternoon and couldn't get one girl to do more than say 'Hi.' When I went back to Karen and told her I'd failed, she asked me, "Did you go by yourself?"

"I told her I had."

"She asked, 'Were the girls you talked to by themselves?'"

"I said yes again."

"Karen said, 'Lesson one. You don't have enough game to get a girl to talk to you one-on-one. You need to have a friend with you, or you need to talk to a group of girls. Try again."

"The next day, I was able to get two girls who were together to talk to me out of twelve groups I approached. When I got home, Karen said, 'One for twelve. Not good.'"

"She admitted that she followed me. When she asked me if I knew what I was doing wrong, I said no. She said, 'You're staring at the sun, peckerhead.'"

"She sent me back the third day and told me that I needed to know the girls eye color and hair color as well as her name and why she was there."

"I was able to get three groups of girls to talk to me out of four I approached. When I reported back to Karen, she said, 'Now you need to have a real conversation. Find just one girl to talk to and talk to her until you learn one thing about her that seems interesting to you.'"

"It took me three days before I was able to complete that assignment. By then, Karen had to go back to school. The last assignment she gave me before I left was to find out one thing interesting about every girl in my class."

"There were a hundred thirty girls in my class. That seemed impossible and I said so. Karen just said, 'You'll be amazed how easy it will be.'"

"She was right of course. For the first couple of weeks, I struggled to find just one girl to talk to each day. As I talked to more girls, they started saying hi to me in the halls and introducing me to their friends. By Christmas, I could sit down and talk to just about any group of girls in my class."

I talked to Karen a couple of times a week to let her know how it was going. She would ask me questions about what they said and what I said. I started trying to remember everything about the conversations so I could answer Karen's questions. At first, I couldn't answer a lot of her questions because they were about things it hadn't occurred to me to asl. She taught me about using leading questions and open-ended questions to fill in those details. Then she started asking me about what they did and how they reacted, so I started paying attention to facial expressions and body language.

Clarice said, "That sounds like the active listening and observational techniques we learned in the Clinical Therapy class I took this last semester."

"Karen was a psych major like you. She admitted later that she was teaching me to relate to people and understand them the way she'd been taught. Since she wanted to specialize in human sexuality, she used me as a guinea pig to test out what she was learning."

"It took me almost until the end of the year to finish the whole assignment. When I told Karen I'd finished the assignment, she asked me, 'Which girls were the most interesting?'"

"I named a few and she asked me why. I mentioned things that I'd learned from talking to them. Karen said, 'So those aren't the hottest or most popular girls?'"

"I said, 'They're all pretty popular, but most of them wouldn't be considered real hotties.'"

"Then Karen asked me, 'Do any of them make a point of talking to you?'"

"I named one, Laurie. Karen said, 'Ask her to the Freshman Finale.'"

"At my high school, they have a dance just for freshman at the end of the year. It's kind of a consolation dance since freshmen can't go to prom. I asked Laurie, and she was thrilled to go with me. We dated until a little while after my dad died."

"After Laurie and I started dating, Karen became my dating coach. Her semester ended about a week before the dance. When she came home, we talked about the dance, she said, 'You've got to know the right way to kiss a girl.'"

She enlisted her best friend from high school, Brianna, to help with my training. Brianna came over, and when Karen told her the plan, Bree said, 'I'm not making out with a kid.'"

Karen tried to convince her it was for a good cause, but Bree would only agree to help me practice holding a girl. She and Karen showed me how to stand and where to put my hands. They made a big deal about keeping my hands in what they called 'safe zones.'"

"Then Karen said, 'We've got to show him how to kiss her. Bree, come here and let me kiss you.'"

"Bree and I were both shocked, but Karen can be persuasive. Karen and Bree ended up spending fifteen minutes kissing each other, taking turns being me and Laurie. Bree was holding back at first, but by the end their kissing looked real."

"I tried to get Karen to teach me more, but she kept putting me off, saying I wasn't old enough. She'd been happy to teach me relatively innocent things I could do with a girl my age, but she wouldn't talk to me about what she called, 'real sex.' She said even though I'd matured a lot, I wasn't ready for that."

"When I turned eighteen, I told Karen, 'I'm an adult now. Legally I'm old enough to have sex. If I'm going to have sex with Laurie, I want it to be good for her. I've heard girls complain about other guys not knowing what they're doing. Will you help me?"

"Karen agreed, and she enlisted Brie's help again. When they were showing me what to do if I got to second base, and later third base, they showed me over their clothes, but then they showed me what they were doing underneath the clothing, even getting naked a couple of times. It was hot, but they tried to keep it as clinical as they could without losing the impact of what they were trying to teach me."

"I also found out later that those sessions got Bree and Karen hot, and they started experimenting with each other after I left the room. By Christmas time, they'd both decided that they were bisexual, and they hooked up whenever Karen was in town."

"When Karen decided to teach me about oral sex, she recruited her boyfriend, Darryl. He was reluctant to put on a live demo for me, so she made a video of him going down on her."

"All of those lessons and the video made me see Karen as a sexy, sexual person. I sometimes thought about watching her have sex when I would masturbate, since she was the only person I'd ever seen having sex live. Occasionally I'd think about Mom like that too, since she was one of the other two women I'd seen naked, and because she looked a lot like Karen."

"That's when Dad was killed."

"You've told me he was killed in Afghanistan, but you never said what happened," Clarice said.

"Dad went to college on an Army ROTC scholarship. He was a civil engineer, so they assigned him to the Army Corps of Engineers after he graduated. The Army put him in charge of a survey unit, and he turned out to be good at it. Then they reassigned him to Ranger school as a trainer for land navigation and topographic surveying. He left active duty after one tour but stayed in the reserves as a trainer."

"When the Rangers were tasked with training the Afghani military, Dad was called up to help. He was leading a training mission in what was supposed to be friendly territory when their Humvee ran over an IED. It killed Dad instantly. That was at the start of my senior year in high school."

"Karen came home for the funeral and stayed for a while afterwards to help Mom. While she was there, it was like when we were younger. She would slip into my bed at night and hold me tight, or we would climb in with Mom."

"One night, about a week after the funeral, Karen was in my bed, and we were lying face to face. She was crying, and I was holding her, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. As her crying stopped and she settled down, she started idly rubbing her hand over my chest. It reminded me of the way Laurie would run her hands over me, and I reacted the way I would have reacted to Laurie."

"I started rubbing Karen's shoulders and back, and I kissed her nose, and her cheeks, and her chin. When I kissed Karen's chin, she tilted her head so my next kiss landed on her mouth. When our lips met, she reached up, put her hand on my head, and opened her mouth."

"Before I knew it, I was French kissing my sister. She rolled onto her back, and I followed her. She was holding my head, giving me the most passionate kisses I'd had in my life. I was holding her body against mine and running the fingers of one hand through her hair."

"Karen began exploring more of my body with her hands. I was just wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and when her hands reached the waistband, she slid them inside and cupped my ass, grinding my cock against her leg."

"Karen was lying next to me with one leg draped across my hips, wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of panties. I'd been running my hands over her body, not daring to do more than give her ass a light squeeze every now and then. Then she grabbed me and rubbed her leg over my cock while she ground her crotch against my thigh. That's when I gave in to temptation and began fondling her breast."

"We kissed like that until Karen pushed me away. I thought she'd decided we needed to stop, but she just sat up and pulled off her t-shirt. As she lay back down, she pulled my mouth to her nipple."

"Karen directed me as I made love to her breasts. Her body was flushed and warm, and there was a fine sheen of sweat over her breasts. I couldn't get enough of that salty tang as I explored every inch of her tits with my mouth."

"As I heard her breathing become shorter and sharper, I didn't wait for her to direct me. I kissed my way down her body, sliding her panties down as I went. I was a little scared that she'd stop me there, but when she felt me start to tug on her waistband, Karen said, 'Oh, yes,' and lifted her hips."

"Hers was only the second pussy I'd eaten, and I wanted to make sure it was special for her. I tried to remember everything she said she liked in the video, and I added some of the things I'd learned with Laurie."

"When she came, Karen barely made a sound, but her whole body was quivering like a bow string. The sounds she did make were loud gasps and big gulps of air."

"When she was finally satisfied, she sat up and pulled me to her. We sat forehead-to-forehead, gently stroking each other, until she pushed me on my back. She leaned down as if to take my cock in her mouth, but I stopped her saying, 'I'm ready.'"

"I don't think she was thinking of making love to me and she stopped for a couple of seconds. Then she grabbed my waistband, and I lifted my butt. She pulled my underwear down and slid it off my feet, then sat and looked at me before she reached out and took hold of my cock. I remember what it felt like as she stroked it gently and rubbed it against her face right before she moved up and straddled my body."

"She said, 'This is your first time. Do you want it to be me?'"

"I couldn't believe how strong my desire for my sister was. Without a moment's thought I said, 'I'd rather it be you than anyone else.'"

"Then she slid down over my cock and sat with me completely enveloped in her warm, wet pussy. I pulled her down and we kissed for a long time before she started moving."

"I know I didn't last very long that time. The only thing I really remember is looking at Karen's face and seeing the love as she took my virginity. I only wish the lights had been on so I could have seen it better."

"I remember cumming, but I don't remember how it felt or what I was thinking. I was staring at Karen in wonder the whole time we made love. I do remember seeing a huge smile on Karen's face when I did cum, like she'd just watched me open the best birthday present ever. Then we were kissing again."

"We fell asleep with Karen still lying on my chest and my half-hard cock in her pussy. We only slept for a short time before Karen woke up feeling guilty. I felt her looking down at me and I woke up too."

"Karen asked, 'Did I just screw up things between us?'"

"I said, 'Not as far as I can tell. I still love you, and this isn't the first time I've thought of making love to you.'"

"Karen started crying again, so I kissed her face again. When she stopped crying, she said, 'So do we just move on from here?'"

"I said, 'Maybe I'm just being a little peckerhead, but I'd like to make love to you again. But if you think it's best that we call this a one-time thing, I can live with that. I'll always know that I gave my virginity to one of the women who loves me more than anyone else in the world.'"

"That brought on more crying. Once that stopped, Karen said, 'I think your peckerhead is weighing in on the subject, and I agree with him.'"

"I hadn't realized it, but my cock was hard again, and it was pressing against Karen's pussy. We rolled over so I was on top, and we made love one more time. That time I remember having an orgasm that took my breath away as I kissed Karen while she squeezed me with her legs around my waist."

"We talked the next day and decided that we should keep this from Mom, and that we couldn't be all over each other every chance we got. We ended up making love several times a week until Karen went back to school."

Clarice sat quietly, like she was trying to sort out what I'd told her. I just sat with my arm around her until she said, "Let's dance."