Codes- M-solo, incest, reluc, F-solo, exhib, voy, MF.
Intro- This story is fictional and meant for mature open minds. It contains graphic adult behavior. All characters are age 18 or older at the time of their sexual activity and depicted explicit thoughts- they were academically redshirted their first year of school, if it matters to suspend disbelief.
This is connected to many of my previous works, but none are required reading unless you wish to spend more time in my fictional universe. If you need specific direction to connected stories, please drop me a line.
I personally consider the laws against consensual adult incest to be unjust, and this story reflects that view. I hope most if not all my readers will share this opinion. I am into same generation incest (siblings or cousins) only, by the way.
Please do not read this story if you do not think you will enjoy it. If you do enjoy it, feedback is welcome.
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The Woodlands, TX. May 1996.
Simon Astar sighed heavily, entering his bedroom and shrugging off his backpack. My senior year final exams were rough, he reflected. At least they're over now. Weekend's here, woo!
Best way to start things off was with a relaxing rest, he decided. High school wasn't quite over yet, after all. He still had to wait for his exam results next week, then get through graduation. He was pretty sure he'd done well, but there was always a chance he hadn't.
That brought an unwelcome tension to the young black man's mind. Shit, he thought, and no way to immediately remove it either. I won't know my exam results till next week. I gotta distract myself till then. What to do? Parents are out of town for the weekend, my little sister probably won't want to hang out with me, no extracurriculars scheduled this weekend, no video games I want to play right now, I'm between girlfriends...
The last wasn't entirely true, he recalled, smiling. He did have a couple friends with benefits- Lisa Coleman and Tess Winfield. The two sexpot cheerleaders had made his senior prom night very enjoyable- on the dance floor and in their private orgy afterwards. It had been so much fun it had not mattered to Simon that two other guys had also taken part in the latter activity. Or that his current official girlfriend- Lisa's younger sister Stephanie- had been excluded. Oh well, I can't date Stephanie seriously anyway, he reminded himself. We both know that. In three months, when she's eighteen, it will be a different story. We're waiting for that time to go all the way. Steph's okay with me hooking up with her older sister and other people in the meantime since we can't be together sexually till she's a legal adult. She doesn't feel angry jealousy and understands the jailbait wait. Lisa and I had a pre-existing relationship too- I dated her before Stephanie and it was a good thing even if it couldn't be long term. She wanted to date a cuter more popular guy as her main squeeze, cut us back to friends with benefits. She doesn't love me as anything more than a friend. Same for Tess. Oh well.
Friends with benefits could still spend fun times together, Simon reflected. He texted Lisa and Tess, asked if they were doing anything that weekend. Neither immediately replied. Simon sighed, recalling that he was a pariah at the school with just about all the other students. A senior boy with an inflated libido, shunned by most girls who preferred to mock and deny his interests rather than indulge them. Or they had other things they valued more- freedom, possibly jealous boyfriends, desires to date other people, moral codes. He could understand the latter issue, even though he hated it. No, I don't hate it, he amended. It's just an annoying thing I can only escape with hope and time.
Better distract myself, he decided. They'll get back to me in due time, maybe.
He texted Stephanie, reflecting a fun hangout with her would be better than nothing if his friends with whom he could get physically intimate were busy. She didn't reply immediately either. He sighed and flopped onto his bed.
I need to stave off boredom, Simon thought again after a while. He was too wound up to nap. He tried to read, but his books bored him. Same for his videogames. No, he decided, there was another activity he would rather do instead. And he was alone, no one was texting him back yet, so why not?
He opened his bedside table drawer, pulled out one of the Maxim magazines he kept in there. He flipped to the pictures of up and coming Hollywood starlets the magazine featured, began fantasizing about them. They were beautiful, dressed provocatively, of appropriate age. They expressed a sex positive attitude in the articles accompanying the pictures and maybe they were just acting, but maybe... it was a worthy fantasy that they might not be, and Simon had always had an active imagination. Now, in private, he would indulge it as he had many times before.
He loosened his pants, pushed them off, and rubbed his manhood as he read the articles, stared at the pictures of the various young celebrities, fantasized. He was meeting them, they liked him, they were touching him and he was touching them back. Or maybe Tess and Lisa were impersonating the celebrities for him- they had both done such things before- laughing and willing to indulge his fantasies about hot famous people. Simon would gladly impersonate Will Smith or some other handsome actor for them in return. He felt his shaft growing hard as he stroked it, his skin tingling underneath. Fluids rushing through his brain and body, erotic tension building. His boxer shorts remained on, the soft material enhancing his sensations as he rubbed himself through the material. The Maxim girls were dancing in his mind, rubbing themselves and letting him rub them, caressing him back also, for their mutual pleasure. And soon he would find release. The young women about whom he was fantasizing were in his mind, smiling, posing appropriately. His fingers on his manhood were theirs. He was groaning at the fantasy. Soon he would climax. Soon...
He was interrupted by a loud knock at his door. Simon jumped in surprise and dropped the magazine as his fantasy dissipated. "Yeah?!" he called out, hoping it was nothing big.
"Hey bro!" his younger sister Lily called back. "You want pizza for dinner?"
"Yeah sure!" he called back. Parents left us the credit card with permission to use it, Simon remembered. "Get my favorite! You know it, right? Give me a sec and I'll spot you some cash for the tip!"
"Okay!" Lily replied, chuckling. "Hey, can I come in?"
Simon gulped, then sighed. Lily was ten months younger than him and the apple of his eye- he never could deny her anything. She was Stephanie's best friend, and his too, since he didn't have any guys he hung out with regularly. Growing up, the two of them, Lisa, and Stephanie had been like the four Musketeers. Hanging out together, playing children's games, enjoying fun times. Growing up had changed things between them, but the desire for good humor remained. The love too. So...
He put his magazine aside, adjusted the bedsheets to cover himself, then called out affirmation to Lily. "Yeah, sure!"
Lily, an athletic black girl with medium length straight hair dressed in a Lenny Kravitz T-shirt and jeans, entered the room and gave him a sarcastic smirk. "What you doing?" she asked.
"Reading," Simon shrugged. He hoped she wouldn't see through his omission.
