Note: all characters are 18 and over.
The Covid crisis of 2020 produced lots of changes for many people, some really bad but some really good. I could never have expected the changes that happened to me.
My name is Tom and at the start of the crisis I was meant to be completing my final year of engineering at York university. In the space of a few days in March I realised that my course was more or less over other than some online assignments and I was locked down back in Liverpool with my Dad, my step mum and my hot sister who was 18, nearly 19.
At 21 and single, I had been a long-time reader of Literotica and immersed myself in a fantasy life that was so far removed from my real life it was untrue. I think I started reading Literotica as, in my head at least, it was better than watching porn. I had been brought up with very strong warnings that porn was really bad but reading about hardcore sex seemed less wrong than watching it. Truth be told, I usually started up reading stuff and then moved on to watching stuff anyway, but each time I would go through this ritual of just reading erotic stories first as I could justify this as not being "so bad". Of course, I'd usually end up masturbating over the combination of erotica and porn and then feeling really guilty and swearing I would not do it again. This vow sometimes didn't make it more than an hour, and never more than a few days during my horny days in university as I bounced from one failed relationship to another with, despite my best efforts, very little action.
One of the first lines I crossed during lockdown back home was starting to write some fantasies online. This was something I would never have done before, but in the boredom of lockdown I got drawn into and once I started, I couldn't stop. I'm not sure I was really the greatest writer in the world, in fact my stories probably were a bit rushed. I started writing a series of stories featuring an imaginary family and their adventures corrupting people, especially focused on a slutty sister called Beki. However, my naivety in writing stories led me in to make some major mistakes that would have long lasting consequences.
The problem was that the people in my stories were actually based on real people, and the main characters were my sister and my step mum. To make matters worse, I used their real names and my attempts to change some things was less than thorough. I changed locations of places we'd visited on holiday to places we lived. For some reason I made my sister my stepsister and I made my step mum my real mum - I think this made me feel as if I was not writing about real people and seemed sexier somehow. I changed Beki & my step mum's hair colour and my step mums age, although over the course of several stories I think I got mixed up about both facts more than once. I think that is why I used real names, so I wouldn't get confused. I also reasoned in my head that nobody I knew would read this stuff and definitely nobody in my family. If I listened to the voice in my head, nobody but me would stoop to read this so my secret was safe.
The reason for focusing on my sister was that my sister was HOT. I mean really hot! At 18, she was 3 years younger than me and most of my mates fancied her. i never really thought of her like that until her 18th birthday party a few months before lockdown. We both had drunk more than we should and somehow our raging teenage hormones got the better of us. Before we knew it, we were passioately kissing in a corner before we came to our senses. We had a few days of not being able to look each other in the eyes, but while i thought she moved on, i really began to notice her gorgeous figure and all round sex appeal. I would never tell anyone about this of course, and I knew it was wrong but the more I beat myself up about lusting after my sister the more I found myself beating off to taboo thoughts of my flesh and blood. Somehow without me noticing, during my three years away at university she had developed curves in all the right places. My love life was a mess, and visits back home together with an increasing obsession with incest stories and porn on my favourite websites definitely got under my skin.
My step mum was also sex on legs. I'm still not sure how dad managed to snare her, especially since at 30 she was closer to my age than his. When i lived at home, I used to be able to hear them having sex through the walls in our house, and she definitely had been competing with my sister recently for my regular wank fantasy. Louise had fantastic tits which, to my mind at least, she flaunted at me all the time, and an arse to die for. All my mates increasingly made MILF jokes about her, but for me it was torture. I'd been brought up to be a good boy, and I would never actually act on the suppressed desires I had for my sister or my step mum. For one thing, I was certain that any action on my part would result in a major punishment and definite rejections. And so, I just contented myself with fantasy in my room when nobody was looking, and a promise to myself that nobody would ever know.
It was in this pressure cooker of emotions and the other stresses of the Covid 19 crisis that I found myself an author of depraved sex stories. I was sure nobody would believe that I could write such filth, and nobody would ever find out. Even if they did, they would be too ashamed to tell me that they visited the same websites that I did, and I would just use the defence that it was just fantasy. There was no way on earth that anyone in my family would ever find out I promised myself. It was this promise that led me to write more and more extreme stories and this promise that was to prove my downfall, or at least what I assumed would be my downfall at the time.
One hot day during the peak of lockdown, I was in my room trying to write another instalment of my story when my sister walked in without knocking. She had on shorts and a tee shirt, and I immediately got distracted as she flopped down on my bed and I quickly closed my laptop cover.
"What you doing bro?" she asked. "You been watching porn again?"
"Ummm... no, of course not!" I replied defensively.
"Sure!" said Beki. "That's all you do nowadays. Read porn stories and jerk off. You must be addicted or something".
Part of my brain registered that she mentioned "porn stories" rather than just watching porn, but I just dismissed it as a coincidence.
"If you keep on looking at all these dirty websites, you'll corrupt yourself you know," added Beki with a mischievous grin.
"Maybe if I spend all my time around you, I'll be corrupted too! They say 'Bad company corrupts good character' so..."
Alarm bells were going off in my head at the emphasis Beki kept giving to the word "corrupt" since I had chosen the name of corrupter66 in both Literotica and on the Hub, but she couldn't possibly know that, could she?
"Maybe that's what you want though, big brother. To corrupt your little sister and turn her into a cock hungry slut?" said Beki, looking me fully in the eyes.
"I don't know what you are talking about!" I replied weakly, although inside I was panicking at the way this conversation was going.
"Are you not the author called Corrupter66 on that erotic story website?!" asked Beki directly.
"Um no... of course not... I don't..." I stammered. Have you ever been in a situation when you know you've been caught red handed but are trying desperately to think of a lie to say it wasn't you? I knew I was busted, and I was about to get it in the neck from my sweet, innocent 18 year old sister that I had turned into a slut in all my stories.
"Come on, you haven't even bothered to change our names or most of the names of your friends or mine! Its so obviously you!! Plus I managed to sneak a look at your laptop and find your internet history that wasn't very well hidden! Your stories are disgusting!" Beki challenged me. I knew my efforts at pretending innocence were lost.
"Ok, I'm sorry, it was me, but it was just fantasy!" I admitted, trying to defend myself.
"So, you think it's OK for you to write about me fucking you and your friends, or both of us having sex with Mum, or Dad screwing my 18 year old best friend? Why would you even do that?" asked Beki.
"Because in my stories I wanted to give some motivation to your namesake and get dad out of the way, plus Jane is really hot!" I retorted. "But..."
"You think its OK for me to have group sex with your mates and Jane's dad, do you? Its so disgusting"
"I know, I'm sorry..." I replied weakly
"Its so wrong!"
"Yes, I should never have done it" I admitted
"its so hot!" said Beki.
"I'm really sorry, I would never actually do... wait, what did you say?!" I stammered as Beki's last statement caught me off guard.
