Jason was smart enough to know that the journal was not enough to seduce his sister. He needed more. He needed to rid the house of his mother and his cousin. He needed to get his sister alone and he needed to get his sister drunk. Drunk and alone would be the only way that his sister would have sex with him, that and feeling guilt for her part in turning him into the authorities. He knew that if she felt that he may not return alive, that she'd do whatever to ease her guilt, even if it meant having sex with her baby brother.
Fate stepped in when his uncle, Ellen's father, his mother's brother, called and ask them to drive out to upstate New York for a visit. He worked for General Electric and his job required frequent traveling. He was gone for months at a time. His wife suddenly died some years before, which is the reason why Ellen lived with them.
Fortunately, for Jason, but unfortunately for Chris, it was a time that she was unable to go with them. She had a part-time job and her senior functions at school necessitated her attendance to help with the preparations for this year's college graduation. Besides, she had final exams soon that she needed to study for to make sure she received high enough marks for graduate school.
Monday morning Jason sat at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and eating buttered toast. He heard his sister walk into his room from the creak of the hardwood floor overhead. He knew that she routinely checked the top of his wardrobe to make sure that he was still clean and not selling drugs before he left for the Marine Corps, but she didn't know that he knew. When he didn't hear her footsteps leaving his room, he figured that she found the journal, no doubt, and was sitting on his bed reading it.
Finally, she came downstairs with a curious expression on her face. He did not have to look up from the morning paper to feel his sister's stare but he looked up anyway.
"Hi, Chris, this time next month, I'll be gone."
She burst into tears.
"Oh, Jason," she ran to him and he stood to receive his sister's embrace, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I forced this upon you by turning you in, but I did not know what else to do. I did not want you to go to jail. I did not want you to die on the streets selling drugs. And now, I feel so guilty that you may not come home alive from Iraq."
It had been a long time since they had hugged and Jason got a good sense of his sister's body from her hug. When he put his arms around her, it was obvious that she had nothing beneath her nightgown. He rested his hand just above her buttocks while his other hand rubbed her back. She responded to his touch by hugging him tighter and kissing his cheek. He could feel her big tits pressed against his T-shirt.
Then, she did something that even his mother didn't do. She kissed him on the lips. He had to control himself from slipping her some tongue. It was not a romantic kiss but was certainly longer than a respectable brother and sister kiss should have been.
She arched her back after kissing him to gaze in his eyes. Her pubic bone against his aroused more than his revenge and, certainly, she must have felt his growing desire for her. He was wearing pajamas without underwear and when Chris released him from her hug, his cock stood straight out.
