Human nature is a funny thing. It fights against our nurtured morality.
What you don't agree with me???
When you lay in the bed by yourself at night and get horny, what do you think about? Why are you here on this particular website reading this particular story? Why are you reading a story found in this particular category, with these particular tags? Do you think you're particularly perverted? I would submit to you that you would be particularly surprised at who gets all hot and bothered reading incest/taboo stories while laying in the bed all alone at night when no else is there to judge.
I say all this because I am going to share my story with you, dear reader, and I would appreciate the courtesy of being able to do so without being judged while turning a blind eye to your own hypocrisy.
I do hope you enjoy reading this story and it brings you as much pleasure as it brought me to live it and brings me to write it. All that being said, let's begin.
NATURE VS. NURTURE
My name is Jack. I'm 18 years old and I live with my Dad, Jack the elder, and my sister, Meg, who is also 18. It's funny. We aren't twins but we do have the same Dad, just different Mothers. About 19 years ago he found himself in the awkward situation of getting two different women knocked up at the same time. My sister and I were born within a week of each other. Our Mothers had never been a part of our lives. Apparently they weren't happy that Dad had screwed around on each of them and dumped us in his lap and left us behind never looking back. They were partiers and as far as I knew like a couple of 40 year old teenagers. They didn't want the responsibility of being tied down with a child. Obviously Dad wasn't very responsible either at the time and everyone in our families expected him to do the same with us, but much to their surprise he stepped up and gave us a good home to grow up in.
Our extended families always treated us like black sheep. Growing up, whenever we were visiting them, we were reminded about how "trashy" all of our parents were. Our Dad couldn't keep his dick in his pants and our Mothers just abandoned their children to go lead their own self serving promiscuous lives. We were a shame to our family and they had all pretty much made up their mind that we were doomed grow up and become the same "trashy" people our parents were.
We lived in a small rural town and the people here pretty much treated us like our family treated us. The thing about living in a small town is everybody knows everybody, and if you fart on one side of town, everyone on the other side of town will know all about it before the stink dissipates. They are like vultures, gossiping about what this one's doing or what that one did. Because of this Meg and I were pretty much anti social. We didn't want to give the motherfuckers something to talk about and most of the other parents in town didn't want their children associating with "trashy" people like us.
It was fine for us growing up. We had the computer, books, tv, and things like that to preoccupy our time, and we were so used to being ostracised by everyone that it was just part of life and not something we really dwelt on. We also had each other's company. We fought and played as many siblings do. I wouldn't say we were like best friends or enemies... we were just brother and sister... and there's no better way to describe it.
We had turned 18 a few months ago in January at this point in the story and school had let out for summer. We'd just graduated from high school and were really looking forward to being able to go to college and get away from this town. It would be an opportunity for each of us to start over.
The first few days of summer, I'd spent a lot of time locked in my room with my headphones hooked up to my laptop and my hand wrapped around my dick. I was actually beginning to get bored with porn and it was harder for me to stay aroused. Everything on the porn sites just seemed redundant and unrealistic. I craved the opportunity to be able to hold a girl myself and experience the things I'd been fantasizing about over the last couple of years. I'd lost the mood to jerk off, so I was just randomly browsing around different categories of stories on literotica I didn't normally read. I came across the Incest category and grinned to myself. I'd always thought this was a ridiculous thing to read about while jerking off. Why would anyone want to read about family members screwing each other? I found a random story marked hot and began to read about a guy who tried to seduce the female members of his family. The story was indeed "hot" and pretty soon I found myself extremely turned on... It was a bit disturbing and exciting all at the same time. As I read about the guy kissing and rubbing his sexy sister, I began imagining it was Meg and me rolling around naked in bed... I was slightly horrified as I realized that my dick was harder than it had been in a quite a while from surfing through porn on the internet. I rubbed myself as I continued to read the explicit descriptions of the forbidden acts between the brother and sister until I came along with the young man in the story.
As I laid there covered in cum panting and trying to catch my breath, I began to feel guilty about what I'd just imagined. I did love my sister, but I'd never thought of her in a sexual way before. What would she or my Dad think if they knew what I'd just done. Rubbing one off thinking about some big breasted platinum blonde was one thing, but my sister?!?!
After I'd recovered a bit I wiped myself off with the towel I kept close to my bed and went downstairs to get something to drink. When I passed by the den I looked over and saw Meg sitting on the couch, leaning against the armrest, watching TV. It was like I was looking at her for the first time. She wasn't a thin girl, but she wasn't fat either. She had a round face with full lips, short legs with thick thighs, a soft tummy, and heavy breasts that were proportionate to her body. She had dark shoulder length hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands that had escaped the hair band that hung down and matched the curve of her face. She was wearing a dark tank top that clung to her skin giving a nice view of her shape and revealed a bit of cleavage as well. The bottom of it stopped just above her belly button showing a bit of skin on her soft mid drift. She wore matching yoga shorts that showed her thighs off as well. She had her feet folded under her ass and was staring intently at the television. I was glad she was so wrapped up in whatever it was she was watching because she probably would have been creeped out with me staring at her like a piece of meat for the first time in my life. How had I never noticed how sexy she was before??? I finally broke out of my trance and hurried to the kitchen to get my drink as my dick was starting to swell in my pants again. I was a true pervert, as trashy as everyone said I am. Society said what I was thinking was morally wrong, a sin, yet I couldn't get her out of my head.
I poured a glass of water and shakily brought it to my mouth and drank. I needed to get a grip on myself. After I finished my glass I headed back toward the den again. This time when I came in she looked up and smiled at me.
"OH GOD!" I thought as the story came pouring back into my mind. My dick started swelling again and I just waved and ran back up to my room.
I turned my computer on again to some random fuck video and tried to rub one out to the scene I'd pulled up... but all I could think about was her... Those lips wrapped around my cock... Those breasts and thighs wrapped around my head... her arms wrapped around me and plowed into her pussy. Frustrated with guilt, I slammed the screen down on my laptop and lay there trying to think of something that would turn me off...
A couple of hours later I'd finally calmed down and decided to try to go back downstairs again. She was still sitting like she was earlier which was actually a good thing because the image had been burned into my mind I was more used to the vision since I'd been thinking about it for a couple of hours.
"What was all that about?"
"About what?" I answered
"You running out of here like you saw a ghost" she replied
"Oh I had to get to the bathroom... It was an emergency"
