Authors note: This is a four chapter story about incest between a brother and sister. It's a story within a story. This chapter would be hard read on its own. You'll have a much better understanding of the story and characters if you first read chapter 1.
I hope you'll enjoy it. Please stick with it until the end. Comments are appreciated. Thanks!
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Jan's face was blushed the color of a pink rose, her nipples were erect, and she was out of breath when she came to the waiting room of her office to retrieve me. She held the door open and let me pass her, as she did with all her patients. As I walked past Jan, and towards her office, I saw my story clutched in her hand. I recognized the title page I set in large font: My Sister's Hands. She had printed it out. I wondered why. Perhaps to add it to the file she kept on me; evidence of the depth of my perverseness. Perhaps her flushed state indicated she enjoyed my story, I thought, and then a smile crossed my lips as I took up residence on the couch.
"I read your story. Didn't you tell me you were concerned that you couldn't write?" Jan inquired.
"Did you like it?" I asked, looking for her editorial approval.
"So that was the first time you and Clair did anything sexual?" Jan asked, not answering my query.
"Yes."
"And the story is truthful? You didn't embellish it, or leave anything out?"
"It's as it happened. Of course, that was ten years ago, but I remember everything as if it was yesterday."
"So, William, tell me, did you and Clair ever consider yourselves in an incestuous relationship? Did you ever mentioned the word incest to one another?"
"No, not back then, and not even now. To this date we've never used that word between us to describe what we have...our relationship with one another."
"For ten years you and Clair have been having this relationship and you've never talked about what you were doing? It never came up? Did you have another word for it? A euphemism perhaps?"
"Sure, we knew it was incest, we just never uttered that word to one another. We both thought it was innocent brother and sister exploring. She wanted to learn more about boys and their penises, and I, with both of my hands locked in casts, needed help masturbating. So, it just happened."
"You let it happen, William."
"Yes. I suppose I didn't stop it, so in that sense, I let it happen."
"And, you had no reservations in the least about what you were doing?"
"Well, I had some reservations after that first hand-job, but, I guess, not enough. I do remember...I did think of the term incest after that first hand-job. I remember laying there, wondering...did we just commit incest? Should we go any further? But, after we did go further, it felt so right, so natural, I never dwelled on the term incest again, or at least until recently."
"You were both older than typical children who play doctor. You were both somewhat sexually experienced, neither of you were virgins. There must have been some underlying attraction between you two. In your story, you portray that you were not close with your sister before this happened. Why do you suppose you weren't close to Clair before this? Do you think a part of what was going on here was a longing to connect, at a deeper level, with your twin sister?"
"Maybe, I don't know? Maybe I was just horny and my arms were stuck in plaster of paris casts, and I needed help masturbating."
"Why do you suppose you weren't close to Clair while you two were growing up?" She repeated.
"I had thought we were fine as brother and sister goes. Clair was the one who thought we should have been closer."
Jan repeatedly hammered me about my relationship with Clair as children. She wanted me to go there, back to our early childhood, maybe all the way to the womb. Why do these damn shrinks think everything, every affliction, starts in early childhood? Maybe people just fuck up along the way. If that's what this was? A fuck up. Was it a fuck up? Sure, society frowns on it, and for good reason if you're having babies. But there was no pregnancy, we were just having sex.
"Can you tell me about your relationship with Clair as children, William? From your earliest memories. Can you paint a picture for me how you interacted with her? What was your relationship like before this first incest incident?"
For the next forty five minutes I blathered on about my childhood, and in particular how Clair fit or didn't fit in.
"I'm sorry, that's all the time we have for today," Jan interrupted me in mid-sentence. "I'd like you to continue writing your story. Do you think you can write some more? Another chapter perhaps, and get it to me before we meet next week?"
"I'll do my best," is all I could manage. I was emotionally shot. There was some undercurrent of emotion swirling around the childhood I shared with Clair. I couldn't quite get my mind around it, but it made me uneasy.
As soon as I left Jan's office I felt the urge to text Clair. I needed to see her. It had been five weeks since Clair and I had been together sexually. I was feeling particularity down after that session and I needed her hands on my cock. It was 6:00PM and I knew she'd be just getting home from work.
I picked up my phone and punched out a text to Clair. "I need you. Call me."
As I drove out of Jan's parking lot my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen and saw it was Clair. I pulled over and answered.
"Hi. I'm glad you called."
"How have you been, Billy?"
"Terrible. I need to see you."
"We shouldn't. But, I want to too," Clair said softly. "I miss you, Billy,"
"Is John home?"
"No. He called and said he's working late. I don't expect him home for another two hours."
"I'm coming over." I said, and then hung up the phone before she had a chance to say no.
