Kimberly Perkins had never especially liked his name. For one thing, as he liked to point to his mother, and his big sister liked to point to him, Kimberly is a girl's name. But it had been a tradition to name boys Kimberly in the family for generations, after some long-ago ancestor. It didn't help that Kim wasn't exactly the most macho guy in school. He even though he was 18, he still hadn't exactly developed a big, manly physique. He had finally gained height, up to about five foot nine, but he was still very thin and even had a sort of girlish body, with hips wider than his little waist and his perfectly flat belly. He'd recently grown his hair long, too, to try to make the androgynous look work for him, like a rock star kind of thing, but he wasn't at all sure it was working. None of the girls at school ever seemed to be able to take him seriously, treating him like he had stayed a little boy forever while the rest of the class had grown into adults -- big, hulking men and curvy, sexy women. Women who would never give Kim the time of day.
Kim hoped it would be different in college. He would be making a fresh start, a fresh go of it. He hadn't been sure where he wanted to go, but his mind was made up for him when he was unexpectedly awarded a full scholarship to Sarah Van Hufferling College. Kim had barely heard of it before he got the letter, but he'd sent out so many scholarship applications that he'd lost track. When he googled it now, he saw that SVH was highly rated across the board, especially in the areas that Kim was most interested in studying. Deciding to trust to fate, Kim accepted the scholarship, and now his freshman year was due to start in mere days.
Kim's sister Diane was five years older, and had just graduated from college a year earlier. She was an actress now, and had already scored a couple of television guest spots playing "hot chick" type roles, although none of them had aired yet and so Kim hadn't seen them. He wasn't surprised that Diane was booking roles, though...she was gorgeous! She was tall (the same height as Kim, actually) and fit, with a long lean shape from both her blessed genetics and a strict yoga regimen. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but were perfectly placed and round -- Kim often found himself having to fight the urge to stare at his own sister! He'd actually thought about her when he masturbated a few times, although he was always ashamed afterwards. But the way she would run around the house in just her underwear during her visits home from college would drive him crazy, until he had no choice but to close the door to his room and help himself.
It's funny, but people often told Kim and Diane that they looked alike, and even Kim had to admit it was true. The high cheekbones, button nose and delicate chin were the same -- the only difference is that it looked good on a woman! Kim just felt decidedly unmacho all the time, even though Diane repeatedly assured him that he looked fantastic and that girls were going to start realizing that any day now. He was beautiful like a doll, she'd say -- and was going to make prime cougar bait as soon as he could start going to bars. That moment couldn't come soon enough for Kim. 18 and still a virgin. Humiliating! So humiliating, in fact, that he usually lied about it if someone asked. A virgin? Me? Don't be ridiculous!
Diane, who had no set work hours because of her actress's life, had decided to help Kim move to college and had driven her car, a 2009 Civic, all the way back home to get him. Kim appreciated it -- otherwise his mother would've insisted on moving him out to college, and he didn't want the other kids, especially the girls, to have their first impression of him be that he's a mama's boy. He'd have a hard enough time seeming cool as it was!
Once they were on the road, it was like old times. Kim drove while Diane sat shotgun, with her perfect tan legs on full display as she curled up in her seat with no seatbelt. Diane was full of stories about Hollywood, and the famous people she had met, and whom she'd seen get drunk, and who was secretly gay. Kim mostly listened and laughed along. Diane was a great storyteller, and had always had a sexy confidence that Kim could never match. She was even more beautiful than she had been when she'd moved out to L.A. a year ago. She just kept getting better with age.
It made Kim a bit uncomfortable, however, when Diane started talking about her sex life.
"So, don't tell anyone this, but I dated a movie star for a little while. A big movie star..."
"Which one?"
"Well, I can't tell you, but I will tell you that you've seen him in the movies. More than one. Actually, he's in what I think is your favorite movie."
"What? Pulp Fiction? Samuel L. Jackson?"
"No! Since when is Pulp Fiction your favorite movie? That movie's like a million years old..."
"So who was it?"
"I promised him I wouldn't tell, so I won't. But he's rich, and he took me on some amazing dates. He took me for a helicopter ride out to a yacht and then we fucked out on the deck under the stars..."
"Whoa, sis," said Kim, blushing. "T.M.I."
"What? You didn't think I'm a virgin, did you?"
"No, I guess not -- its just, you know, you're my sister, I don't want to think about you -- you know..."
"Fucking? Making love? Coitus?"
"Coitus? Was it Jeff Bridges?"
"No! Why do you keep thinking of these super old guys? God! Anyway, it's over."
"What happened?"
"He wanted to me to give him a blowjob for his birthday."
"Oh, and you don't...do that" Kim let his voice trail off, not even wanting to say it.
"Don't give blowjobs? Of course I do! I'm not frigid or something. I actually kind of love sucking cock. It's really satisfying to get a guy to cum in my mouth, like a treat as a reward for a job well done. The problem was he wanted me to do it in front of everybody at his birthday party. He likes to show off, I guess."
"Oh my god," said Kim, shocked. "You didn't do it, did you?"
"No, I didn't do it. There were going to be industry people at that party and I didn't want them to think of me just some cocksucking whore, you know? But the truth is, I really wanted to. The idea of kissing his big dick, licking it up and down, taking it all, while a whole crowd watches me and gets turned on, mmm," Diane started feeling her own breasts while she spoke.
"But you'd never do anything like that, would you?" asked Kim.
"I didn't think I'd want to do something like that, but now I find myself thinking about it all the time. And who knows, maybe in the right circumstances, with the right people, the right audience....Oh, god, I'm turned on." Diane reached down under her skirt and started feeling her crotch.
It was all Kim could do to keep his eyes on the road. "Diane, what are you doing? You can't do that here!"
"It's my, mmmm, car..." Diane wasn't stopping. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this." Diane looked at Kim's pants, where she could see the telltale bulge.
Kim knew it, too. As much as he hated to admit it, he was incredibly horny thanks to his sister's story and her actions now. He could smell her sex in the air and tried to keep his mind of his throbbing erection, which strained against his kakhis. He wanted to close his eyes and be somewhere else.
Then he felt something. A hand. On his dick. Diane was feeling him up.
"Diane, no, what are you doing?"
"Oh my god, Kim, your cock is so big..." She stroked it up and down through his pants. "I had no idea..." Diane turned herself so her ass was to the door and her head was practically in Kim's lap.
"Diane, stop it," Kim gasped, though he felt himself gyrating his hips with the motion of her hand. Diane unzipped his pants and reached into his shorts with her left hand. "It's incest!"
