My name is Ron, and I have a hot little story to tell. I have a sister named Terri. She is four years younger than me. Even though she was eighteen, legally an adult, she still acted like an immature brat. I came home from college one Summer. From the moment of my arrival, she was constantly giving me Hell over stupid stuff.
One morning she ran out of the shower just to wake me up to bitch that I had used the last of the shampoo. In the middle of her fit, her towel slipped completely off her body to reveal her nudity. She was still complaining, and didn’t dare pick it up and put it back around herself. My sister had an A perfect body. She had a nice tan, a tight little bubble ass, and a couple of very big tits for a girl her age. All of that complemented her blonde hair and blue eyes. After she left, I had to masturbate. Later, I felt terrible that I had been gawking at my sister’s body and felt even worse that I jacked off to that image, but I had chalked that up to not having any sex since Spring Break.
A week or two wore on. Terri, my sister, and I were still having argument after argument. My parents left the day before, to go n their second honeymoon. I was glad, I wanted to throw one hellacious party! Terri didn’t. She put the Kibosh on that pretty fast. This pissed me off, and we got into the argument of all arguments. We cussed each other like we were mortal enemies, and in a way I guess we were. After a while, I got tired of her crap, and went to my room, to sulk my sorrows through the internet world.
After a few hours of searching the world wide web, I came across this advertisement for a drug that puts a person in a hypnotic suggestive state. It said it was used to cure smoking, drinking, and sex offenders, and a lot more. I wondered if it cured bitchieness? I thought I could get a lot of laughs with this stuff, so I ordered a bottle of it.
It was late at night, I had to take a dump. I walk into the bathroom an sit on the toilet. It is then I realize that Terri is in the shower. The shadow off the shower curtain outlined her body perfect. God she looked so hot. Without warning, she stepped out of the shower with her ass facing me. It took her a moment to realize I was there.
“Oh God! (she jumped back in behind the curtain.) What the Hell are you doing?”
“I had to take a dump really bad. I didn’t know you were in here.”
“Well get out!”
“I can’t. I’m in the middle of a big one.”
We argued some more, before I dropped my load and whipped myself. I went to my room with a raging hard-on.
That night, I jacked off with thoughts of my sister in my head. The next morning, I woke up, with no guilt at all.
Two days later, the package with the hypnotic drug came. There was no doubt who my subject was going to be, Terri. But the reasons had changed. I still wanted to cub her bitch attitude, but I wanted more, I wanted her.
I admitted to myself that it was a sick plan. It was an unnatural thing for a brother and sister to have sex. After reading a few dozen incest stories on the internet, I rationalized it all. I had to do this. Some would ask, why didn’t I just ask her? If I had, I would have freaked her out, she would have told Mom and Dad, and there was no telling what they would do to me.
The trap was set. That morning, we ha an argument. I had forgotten to tape one of her stupid soap operas the day before. Once again, we broke the sound barrier when it came to arguing. I left, before we got to angry with each other.
A half hour later, I returned with a peace offering.
“What the Hell are you doing back?”
“Terri, I’m sorry about that and all the other arguments we have been having lately. I want you to accept this watermelon slushy as a peace offering.”
The slushy had a lot of the hypnotic drug in it. Terri took it out of my hand.
