My Sister's Secret Desires

In this chapter, John and his sister continue to enjoy their incestuous affair, but the entire chapter is not about incest. John enjoys sex with a variety of women that would best be suited for the Erotic Coupling category and Sarah explores sex with other women. Just thought I would warn you ahead of time.

My little sister, Sarah, had come to visit me as an inexperienced High School graduate. She had only had sex once, and, since she was drunk at the time, it wasn't very satisfying for her. When she went back home two weeks later, she was a very experienced, sexually active woman, thanks to me. Since we had grown up in a strict Catholic family, I would have never imagined I would ever have sex with my sister, but after seeing her walking around in a T shirt and panties, I became very aroused. After she told me she was inexperienced, but would like to learn, I taught her everything I knew about sex. For the entire two weeks she had stayed with me, we had fucked at least once a day.

I had just finished my second year of college where I was studying photography. My mother was upset that I never seemed to visit since I had moved away to attend college. She called me to ask if I was coming home for summer break, but I told her I couldn't because of my job. I was working part time as a photographer, but I was also working nights as a male stripper. Of course, she didn't know that.

I had asked my boss, Melissa, who was also my lover, for some help with establishing a photography business. I wanted to specialize in boudoir and intimate photography. She said she knew some wealthy women who might be interested in my work. My sister had shown an interest in modeling and I had put together a portfolio of her photographs that I had taken. Melissa was impressed with the quality of photos and with Sarah's talent as a model, and she said she would see if she could help her as well.

The week before college started, Sarah showed up at my condo with her bags. She was starting her Freshman year and I would be starting my Junior year. I had told her she could live with me rather than staying in the dorm. I took her bags to the spare bedroom and we sat at the kitchen table to have a cup of coffee.

"I wasn't expecting you until the end of the week."

"Yeah, I know. I should have called to let you know I was coming. I just couldn't take another minute in that house. As soon as I got home, mom started grilling me about what we had been doing, what kind of work you were doing, why you weren't living on campus anymore, if you had a woman living with you, and on and on. I told her you had been great with me and very helpful, taking me around to show me the college. When she asked about the dorm I would be living in, I made the mistake of telling her I would be living with you. She freaked! She started telling me how inappropriate it was to have a single man and woman living together. I screamed at her, "He's my brother for god's sake! What kind of dirty mind do you have to think anything 'inappropriate' would happen?" She seemed shocked that I would talk to her like that. Anyway, after that, I went back to being an outcast again."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm glad you're here. Since you're still dressed, let's go grab something to eat."

As soon as we got back to the Condo, Sarah reached up to pull my head to her so she could give me a deep, passionate kiss. No one had ever kissed me like my sister, and I loved it. I had long ago got over the taboo aspect of our incestuous relationship. I wasn't sure what our future would hold, but for now I loved her more than any woman I had ever been with.

"Thanks again for letting me stay here."

"No problem, sis. I love having you stay here. Are you still interested in modeling?"

"Yeah. I thought about it every day I was at home. I bought some glamor and fashion magazines, and I don't want to sound conceited, but I think I look as good as any of the models I saw in them. I just need a chance. In the meantime, I love modeling for you. You make me feel really sexy when you have me pose for you."

"Well, I don't want to get your hopes up, but Melissa told me she might have some leads for both of us, people who might want me to photograph them, and some modeling agencies that might be interested in giving you a chance. She was really pleased with your portfolio. She said to let her know when you got back in town because she would like to meet you."

"Are you shitting me? That's great!" She then jumped on me again to give me another kiss.

When we broke off, I said, "Hey! I said don't get your hopes up. There's no guarantee either one of us will get any work. She just said she was talking to some people."

Sarah stepped back, kicked her flip flops off, pulled her T shirt over her head and said, "I'm not asking for guarantees, I just want a chance. Now, take me to bed and fuck me. I've missed you, and I haven't been fucked since I left here."

We went to my bed where she dropped her shorts to the floor. I was pleased to see she wasn't wearing panties. I quickly shed my clothes and helped her lie back on the bed. I got between her knees and plastered my mouth to her pussy and began licking. I had never tasted a sweeter pussy than hers. By the time I had licked her a couple of times, her juices were flowing, and I happily licked it up. I stuck my tongue inside and started fucking her with my tongue. She was moaning and bucking her hips up when I put two fingers in so I could finger fuck her. That elicited more moans, so I started licking her clit. That drove her nuts and she had a very loud, wet orgasm. She said, "Oh, shit! That feels so good. I have missed your tongue in my pussy. Now come fuck me. I need your cock in me."

I positioned myself between her legs and then leaned down to kiss her. She opened her mouth so our tongues could duel with each other. I broke the kiss and moved my head down further so I could kiss her nipples, first one and then the other. I loved her tits. As I began sucking on her now hard nipples, she began to moan and move her butt back and forth under me. After I felt I had paid ample attention to her tits, I moved my hips until my cock was pushing at the entrance of her wet pussy. I pushed in slowly, parting her lips, and then plunged in until half my cock was in her pussy. She let out a loud moan and said, "Oh, fuck yes. That feels so good. Fuck me John. Fuck me deep and hard."

I started stroking her with a nice rhythm. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping me with every stroke. It felt so good. I had fucked some sexy, sensual, very experienced women, but no one could compare to my sister. I began to stroke deeper and faster, and she began to lift her hips to meet my thrusts. She had her hands on the back of my shoulders and was pulling me closer. After a few more deep thrusts, she screamed out, "Fuck! I'm cumminnnggg!"

I kept pumping in and out of her for as long as I could, but I finally felt my balls tighten and I knew I was about to cum. "Oh, fuck sis. I'm gonna cum."

"Yes baby. Give it to me. I have wanted this for so long. Cum in me. Cum in your little sister."

I didn't just cum, I exploded inside her. I shot stream after stream of hot cum in my sister until I was totally drained. I started to roll off, but she stopped me by saying, "Don't move. Let me feel your cock in me. I have missed you so much. God, I love you John."

"I love you, too, Sarah."

My dick got soft and slipped out of her pussy, so I finally rolled off and lay next to her while both of us tried to catch our breath. Eventually, we both fell asleep. When I woke up, I was surprised to find Sarah with her head propped up on one hand, supported by her elbow, and the other hand lying across my chest. She was staring at me, so I said, "Hi, sis. Whatcha doing?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just love watching you sleep."

"You didn't wake me. I need a shower. Want to join me?"

"Of course!"

We took a nice long, hot shower, where we washed each other's backs and hair, and she soaped up my chest and I soaped up her exquisite breasts. When we rinsed, she soaped up my cock and balls, and I washed her pussy, inside and out. We managed to get out of the shower without fucking each other again and dressed in our normal attire; me in shorts and T shirt and Sarah in a T shirt and panties. We then went to the living room to watch TV.

Sarah had her feet tucked up under her and her head lying on my shoulder when she said, "John, do you think you're ever going to get married?"

"Jeez, sis. I don't know. I've never really thought about it. Why would you ask that?"

"You know how much I love you, and I don't mean just as a brother and sister. I know what the law and society say about incest, so I know we could never get married, but I don't ever want to lose you, either. I know that sounds selfish, and if you find someone you want to marry, I will understand. Maybe you could find a girl who would be willing to share you with me. I don't think I ever want to get married to anyone. You are the only man I want or could ever love. I hope we can live together for the rest of our lives."

"You know I love you the same. I'm not too worried about getting married. I didn't have a girlfriend when I left High School, I didn't have one all through Freshman and Sophomore year, and I don't have one now, so I'm not planning to get married anytime soon. You can live here for as long as you want to, and I'm not saying that just because you let me fuck you whenever I want to. I really like having you around."

I pulled her closer to me and gave her a little kiss on the lips and held her while we watched TV. After a few minutes, she said, "Mom and Dad would freak if they knew about us."

"Yeah, they're really the only ones we have to worry about. If people see us around campus, they will assume we are boyfriend and girlfriend. No one needs to know we're brother and sister. Then later, after we both graduate, if we want to live together, people will just assume we're married. It's no one's business if we're related."

"Won't Mom and Dad think it's weird that neither one of us ever gets married?"

"Yeah, probably. But they wanted me to be a priest and you a nun, so we never would have gotten married anyway. I wouldn't worry too much about it. We will just live our life and not worry about what others think."

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A few days later, I got a call from Melissa asking if I could come to her office and to bring Sarah with me. When we arrived, the receptionist led us into Melissa's large office suite. Melissa stood up and came around her desk where she greeted me with a deep kiss that caused me to get an immediate erection. She looked at my sister, took both of her hands, held her at arms-length so she could look her up and down, and said, "This must be Sarah. I'm so happy to finally meet you."

She had both of us sit in one of her plush leather chairs before saying, "John, the office suite next to this one is empty. I would like you to have a look at it and see if it would make a suitable photo studio. While you do that, I'm going to have a little chat with Sarah."

She called her receptionist in and said, "Julie, take John next door and show him the space." I had only been to the main office twice, so that was the first time I had heard her receptionist's name. Up until then, I had no idea what her name was. She told me to follow her. She made a quick stop at her desk to grab a set of keys, and then led me next door. It was an office suite and was laid out the same as Melissa's. There was a reception area, the main office, and a back room. It occurred to me that I had never been in Melissa's back room, so I had no idea what it was used for. Julie gave me the tour, saying, "You would want to set up the front room as a reception area, much like Melissa's, with guest chairs and a desk for your receptionist."

I was thinking to myself that I didn't have a receptionist and probably couldn't afford to hire one, but I just looked around and nodded my head. She led me to the office which was the same size as Melissa's, and I again thought that there was no way I could afford this place and I surely didn't need an office this big. We then went to the back room that was a large space that I assumed most people used for storage, but I saw the potential for making it a studio. There was enough room to set up my lights, reflectors, and background screens, plus I could put a bed in for boudoir photography. There was a storage closet where I could store any extra equipment, and there was a large private bathroom. When we had completed the tour, Julie led me down to the end of the hall to show me the freight elevator. She said I could bring my equipment up without having to drag it through the lobby. After the tour, she took me back to Melissa's office.

"Well, what did you think? Would that work for a photography studio?"

"Yeah, it was nice."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic. Was there something wrong with that space?"

"Melissa, I'm just getting started. There's no way I could afford a space like that. Julie pointed out the reception area like I could afford a receptionist. And the office was as big as yours. Even if I could afford the space, I don't need an office that big."

"Okay. I understand your concerns. Do me a favor. Just assume that you could afford the space, and you could afford to hire a receptionist. Put that out of your mind and then tell me, would it make a nice photo studio?"

I was sitting in the leather chair again, so I took a deep breath, threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling for a minute before answering.

"If I could afford the space without worrying about the rent, utilities, and salary for a receptionist, then yeah, it would work, but I would need to make some changes."

"What kind of changes?"

"Well, like I said, I wouldn't need that big of an office. If it was possible, I would move that back wall in a few feet to make the office smaller, then I would have more space to use as a studio. The storage closet would hold any extra equipment and office supplies, and the bathroom is very nice."

"Okay, I can see that. Do you mind if I discuss some business with you in front of your sister?"

"No, not at all. We don't have any secrets from each other."

"Sarah, do you mind if I discuss some business with you in front of John?"

"No. Like he said, we share everything. We don't have any secrets."

"Okay. John, you just said you don't have any secrets. Does Sarah know about your night time job?"

"Yes, she knows I'm a male stripper."

"Does she know that we're lovers?"

"Well, she does now. Not that I was keeping it a secret, it just never came up in conversation."

"Sarah, how do you feel about that? Are you okay with John fucking me?"

Sarah didn't say anything for several seconds, but finally said, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? When I came to visit him, I asked him why he never went out on a date, why he never spent the night with anyone, and why he never brought a date home. I mean, I assumed he was dating, I just didn't understand his routine. Then he told me what he did for a living, and he said he didn't need a girlfriend, because he was getting more sex than he would ever need." She paused for a minute and then said, "I can see why he would want to have sex with you. You are probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Melissa smiled before answering, "Thank you, Sarah. That was very nice of you. Now, down to business. John, I have talked to some of my clients, most of whom are very wealthy, and they have shown an interest in having some photos made in their lingerie. If they're happy with the results, which I'm certain they will be, they will tell their friends, and they will tell their friends, and so on. I can predict you will be a very successful photographer. That's just from the boudoir side. You've also said you would like to do intimate photography, which, from what I've been able to ascertain, covers both photos of nude women, sometimes pleasuring themselves, and couples having sex, or at least pretending to have sex. I'm in the sex business. I deal with a lot of horny women. I don't think there would be a problem with building a client base in a fairly short amount of time. I have done some research and there are very few photographers in this area who do that type of photography."

She continued, "As you are probably aware by now, I am very fond of you. I told you once that I love your cock." She looked at Sarah and said, "I mean, who wouldn't, right?"

Sarah didn't say anything, so she continued, "But it's more than that. You once said we were lovers, and I love that description. You are a great lover, but you are also kind, caring, and, unlike some people I have dealt with, not pushy or greedy or conceited. I have met some people in this business that attempted to take advantage of me. Some have been so conceited that they assumed I would jump at the chance to have sex with them, some have actually tried to force me to have sex with them, and some have told me that since they thought they were my best dancer, and therefore bringing in a lot of money for me, they demanded a raise in pay. Needless to say, they no longer work for me. You are, in fact, my best performer, but you have never asked for a raise. You never made a pass at me or used vulgar language. I assumed it was because you weren't interested in having sex with a woman who was almost twice your age. But when I told you I wanted you to fuck me, you readily agreed, and you proved to be a caring lover who made sure I was satisfied before you let yourself have a climax."

Once again, Melissa looked at Sarah and asked, "Is he like that with you, too?"

Again, Sarah didn't answer. She obviously wasn't willing to admit that we were having an incestuous relationship.

Melissa said, "Because I'm so fond of you, and I am a good enough businesswoman to see your potential, I am willing to let you have the office suite, rent free, for six months. In case you didn't realize it, I own this building. I will also furnish it, have the wall moved, and hire a receptionist. In return, after the six months, assuming you are successful, I would like to become a partner with a ten percent ownership. Since I would be a partner, I would allow you to continue using the space rent free. I will not require it, but I would hope you would continue to work for me at night, both in the club and for private parties I arrange. How do you feel about that arrangement?"

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe it. I looked at Melissa, then at Sarah, and then back at Melissa before answering, "I think this is the way I would feel if I had just won the lottery. I don't know what to say. Thank you just doesn't seem to be enough but thank you!"

"You're quite welcome. Even at ten percent, I think it will be a winning proposition for me. Did you ever talk to that friend of yours who owns his own studio?"

"Yes. He wasn't really a friend. He was someone who had been a student of my instructor. He was very helpful. He gave me a lot of tips."

"So, have you thought about a name for your business?"

"Not seriously. I mean I've kicked around the idea of John Lawson Photography, or Portraits by John Lawson. Something like that."

"How about Intimate Portraits by John Lawson?"

"Wow! I like that. What do you think, Sarah?"

I noticed she had been unusually quiet, but she smiled and said, "Sounds good. It's classy and it describes what you do, so yeah."

Melissa said, "Okay, then it's settled. John, would you allow me to decorate and furnish the reception area, and the office? I'll leave the studio up to you. Is there anything you need for the studio?"

"Well, I have most of the equipment I need, but I would need several sets. I would need a bed, and a sofa, and maybe an antique settee. That should be enough to get me started."