The following is an absolutely true story. This started about a month ago, and though the names have been changed for hopefully obvious reasons, this was my experience. NOTE that everything was completely consensual and there was no struggling by either party.
Now for some completely obligatory background info, my name, for the sake of this story, is Jordan. I am approximately 6 feet tall. I take pretty good care of my body, but am not ripped, so if you are looking for stories about big muscular dudes, turn away. I'm a kind of skinny muscular. I am still dating my girlfriend of one year, a gorgeous girl named Sam. My sister is Alexa, a bombshell of a lady. She's about 5'10 with brown hair that she wears straight but is naturally curly. You will very rarely see her with the curly hair, though. We are both white and Jewish. That about sums everything that matters up pretty nicely.
My story begins like any other; a young man figuring himself alone to pound his meat and do what he pleases. As unrealistic stories go, these take the cake. I remember in the days of my own fetishes I would snarl at those who caressed this carotid story arch. Nevertheless, this was the way things went down, as they tend to do.
So there I was, minding my own business, busy jerking it to some coked-out co-ed with more boobs than brain getting slammed by some neanderthal who'd rather spend his life with women who mean nothing more than a quick cumshot to him. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. That was until I heard the footsteps approaching my room. Now I had a procedure to keep myself from getting caught with my pants down and my rod up: as soon as you hear footsteps, hide everything. This procedure always worked for me, and to this day it is what I use in the case of impending awkwardness.
This one instance, however, I was prone to a different approach. I had it in my mind to keep doing what I was doing. I figured that because nobody entered my room most days, the footsteps couldn't have been coming toward me. So I kept on pounding like a maniac. I did shut off the porn for some reason. Looking back on it, it was probably a wise, impulse decision. I heard the footsteps continue until they came to a stop and I heard the door's creak as it was swung wide open.
I was immediately greeted with the sight of my sister, Alexa, caught unexpectedly being jarred by my fully erect manhood. On any other day, I would have been extremely humiliated. But the universe was different on this one, particular afternoon. The stars were aligned in such a way that I was a completely different person. She looked slack-jawed at the meat that lay before her, and I slowly jerked it, only making a confident "you should go" motion to the door. She gasped with her jaw hung low and a slight smile of surprise as she left and closed the door. With my mind being what it was that day, I figured myself enough of a man to finish right then and there.
What happened next I would learn days after the first encounter, in which my sister has a phone conversation with her best friend and confidant Nicole. From what I understand, the conversation went something like this"
"So I walked in on Jared jerking off today."
"Holy shit, that is so gross. What did he do?"
"Nothing, he just sort of glared at me and kept going about his business."
"That is so fucking gross. I would probably vomit on the spot if I saw my brother doing that."
"I thought I would've too. But the thing was, his cock was fucking gigantic. Like, holy shit. I never thought it would be that big. I don't know where he gets it from."
"Seriously? Jesus, how big do you think?"
"The hell if I know, but big enough. I should totally make a move on him"
"Ew you perv, that's so disgusting. Oh yeah, I forgot, you're into all that freaky incest shit. Christ. Well if you're going to fuck your little brother, leave me out of it. Just don't let him get you pregnant."
Alexa ended up taking Nicole's advice. Over the next few days, things went on as normal between my sister and I, with just a hint of knowing awkwardness looming over us. While I was assuming that it was never to be spoke of again, as my sister and I were never too communicative to begin with, she was spending those days building my tension and formulating a plan of her own.
It was about four days after she had walked in on me when Alexa put her plan into action. None of the incest stories I had ever read could have possibly prepared me for the real life situation. No porno movies or sexual fantasies could have possibly made me feel less insane. But Alexa waited carefully for the day when we were both alone to strike. She knew I would retreat into my bedroom to rub one off, as I'm sure it was made painfully obvious that that was my regular routine. She listened in through my doors for when my pants were down and my cock was out and ready to go, when she walked in wearing a tight t-shirt and the shortest shorts that ever graced a girl's legs. She walked over to me confidently and sat down on the bed. More than anything I just wanted to hide myself, pull my blanket over my face and disappear to another life. But I stayed rigid and at attention.
Alexa then proceeded to put my body through sexual hell. She rubbed my thigh right below the balls, knowing it was a sensitive area. "You know," she said, "I have to say, that is one the biggest dicks I have ever seen." I gulped noticeably. "You must make Sam really happy with that thing"
I tried remaining calm and in control, though that was the complete opposite of how I was feeling. I managed to stutter out "Can you not?" trying to sound like my old sarcastic self. But in that moment I was anything but myself; I was absolutely slave to Alexa's will. But withing the next hour, I would be in control again.
She moved her hand over my balls and my shaft, grazing it with her palm, never breaking eye contact with me. It was in that moment that I realized she must have thought this through very carefully, studying all the right moves to make me squirm.
"Come with me to my room, I want to show you something." I took a deep breath and started to pull up my pants when she slapped my hand away and gave me a look that could only mean "what do you think you're doing?"