Jordan Monnis was a 19 bordering on 20 year old boy. He stood 6' 1" and was of slim but muscular build. His semi-short, black hair was eternally unruly with a fringe that never sat flat. His light blue eyes were open and friendly, and his smile shy but cute. Though knowledgeable in certain areas there was a certain air of innocence about him.
Until four months ago, he had been living with his father on the opposite side of the country. When his parents had divorced he had been only five years old and his sister three. His mother had taken his sister with her but he had wanted his daddy. It had not been till he was twelve he had started to realise what a prick his father really was. Forgotten birthdays, continuously drunk, verbally abusive, preferring to spend time at the local brothel than home looking after his son, and the worse case, leaving him with a broken arm for a week before a teacher noticed upon his return to school after the summer holidays.
At the time he had not been able to do anything about it, his father wouldn't let him contact his mother and he had know one to talk to. Then, shortly after turning 16 had decided enough was enough, and he wanted to live with his mother and sister. But he had put off the move so as to attend the top college in the country, which just happened to be nearer to his dad, though he went into student accommodation. It's not sure if his father even noticed Jordan's absence. After finishing college, Jordan moved in with his mother Laura and sister Treena.
That, as said, had been four months ago.
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It was 6am. The house was quiet. No-one else was up yet. The handle of the middle door on the upstairs landing slowly twisted down. The door popped open enough to let a small figure slip through before being closed behind it. The figure tip-toed along to the stairs that led to the attic, before silently creeping up them. At the top it opened the attic door, slipped in then closed it.
On the low-standing bed, only his head showing above the covers lay Jordan, gently breathing, deep in sleep. The figure knelt beside the bed and leaned over him. It smiled at how cute he looked. A tentative hand reached out and stroked a few wayward hairs off his forehead, but they simply sprang back. The figure moved, sliding round to the bottom of the bed. Gently it lifted the covers and slid beneath them.
Jordan's breathing began to increase slightly. He squirmed. His eyes fluttered and he let out a low moan. His dream about an evil maths tutor began to change. Now the teacher was a sexy vixen, her mouth beginning to explore his nether regions. He felt her work his member in between her lips, gently at first, then faster and faster. He began to sweat and his moans turned to gasps. His hips stopped squirming and began to pump. His fingers found their way into her long silky hair as he guided her head down onto him. He heard her gag on his 8 inch dick.
Jordan was beginning to wake as he neared his climax. The orgasm hit him just as he was in the state between awake and asleep and the sudden release made him cry out, almost sitting upright, his eyes screwed shut as he was catapulted into full consciousness. He fell back, a contented smile on his face.
"Mmm," he mumbled aloud, "That's the way to wake up."
It was then that his eyes shot open, a look of surprise on his young face. He knew he was awake, but he swore he could feel hair beneath his fingers and her hot breath still upon his erect penis. Slowly, he looked down. His covers where tented over someone or something nestled between his spread legs. He quickly withdrew his hands and flipped the covers off the bed.
"TREENA!!!???"
His little, recently turned 18 years old sister was kneeling between his now bear legs, one small hand wrapped around his stiff cock, the other resting on his stomach. She smiled that oh-so-cute smile of hers, ruined only slightly by the cum dripping down her chin.
"Morning BIG brother," she said in her soft, beautiful voice.
She leant forward and let herself fall on top of him, her silk leggings caressing his now released dick as she smothered his lips with hers. Jordan almost forgot himself as the scent of her skin and taste of her lips hit him, but he took hold of her shoulders and flipped her on her back. He backed to the end of the bed as she sat up, her legs tucked beneath her.
"What's the matter?" She asked, a hurt look in her eyes.
'Ooo her voice,' he thought, 'And that look ... no, no! Keep control!'
"Treena, what are you playing at?"
She moved to all fours, looking at him as if he was being stupid.
"Didn't you enjoy it? Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course I enjoyed it! The evidence is dripping off your chin all over my bed! But Treena, we've been through this, were brother and sister, we can't do things like this it's just wrong."
When she started to reach for him, a mournful expression spoiling her prefect features, he quickly stood and turned away from her, crossing to the slanted window set into the steepled roof. He couldn't stand to see her upset but what made her happy he knew was wrong, in every sense. Her voice, though barely a whisper, carried to him and struck deep.
"You started this. When you took me, the month after you moved in."
He clenched his teeth and hung his head. She was right of course, he had started this but the worse part was that he didn't remember the act itself ...
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It was three months earlier.
That night their mother had been out at a party with her girlfriends. You know the type; no men, a lot of sex toys and everyone in slutty outfits or lingerie. She wasn't a slut, just into sharing sex toys and stories. Anyhow, her two children had been left alone at home.
They had agreed to watch a film together but Treena insisted she needed a shower first so while Jordan had set up the blue ray player she had gone off up stairs to shower. Half an hour later, she had reappeared with damp hair and wearing only one of his college sweatshirts and pj shorts. He remembered thinking to himself:
'Wow, if only she weren't my sister.'
Of course, he had berated himself for such thoughts. Still he couldn't help looking.
They had sat side by side on the small sofa while the film began. Thirty minutes in she had moved shoulder to shoulder with him as the action intensified. Twenty minutes later and she had been curled against him, both their eyes damp with tears at the sad part. Even then his dick had begun to stir despite himself. Another thirty minutes and she was asleep, curled up with her head in his lap. Not wanting to disturb her for several reasons, he had finished watching the film.
When it had ended he had turned everything off and then considered what to do with Treena. Looking down at her he had noticed, not for the first time, just how supple and shapely her legs were and how angelic her expression was in sleep. His member had stirred and his right hand had unconsciously begun to stroke her reachable thigh, while his other hand brushed the hair out of her eyes. She had squirmed at this and had ground the side of her face into his crotch.
He exhaled as his cock expanded rapidly and he had repeated the touch. As he had hoped she did it again. Suddenly, he realised he had been repeating the act for a few minutes and his sister was turning him on more, fully clothed, than anyone else he had been with had done naked. That was when he decided it was time he put her to her bed before he did something he might regret.
Scooping her up in his arms didn't help, though. As he crossed the room and got to the stairs he realised where his bare arms where; one was under her sweatshirt against her bare back and the other curled round her ass and thighs, increasing the stirrings. His vision had begun to swim.
"No! Stay in control, you cannot give in, this is your sister!" He mumbled over and over to himself as he ascended the stairs and reached her room.
He had laid her on the bed, however, in the process the jumper had rode up, revealing her pert breasts. He was still bent over her, one hand on her hip the other under her back, his eyes transfixed on those lovely B cup wonders. Suddenly, his vision had clouded and in his head he saw a little black and white movie of a boat named the S.S. Reason being blown to smithereens by a torpedo labelled Instinct. Suddenly he was not himself.
