The 24
th
of April is here again...if I had been more organised I would have had five new stories submitted for my fifth anniversary as a writer on Literotica.com!
Well, the dates might be off but at least you get the stories still. Enjoy!
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Michael sat in silence, his hands clasped, the sounds of happy drunks around him. The atmosphere was one of celebration and fun, but he barely noticed as the cogs in his mind turned over and over, the same thoughts crashing into each other and spilling across his consciousness. One fact in particular refused to leave him, and there were few things in the world that could have taken his attention from the small toilet block placed in the middle of the barbeque park.
Jessie is Grace. Jessie is my sister.
Mike had been ready for anything when he chased the girl he knew only as Jessie out of
Swinging Jack's
pub earlier that evening. He was prepared to learn all there was to know about the girl who had stood on the other side of the glory hole where they had met, who had sucked him off on multiple occasions and, most recently, he had finally fucked as hard as he could.
Mike was convinced Jessie was the one for him, that nothing was as certain to him as his own feelings towards her. But, as often happens in life, someone had thrown a massive spanner in the works. A radioactive cannibal spanner with teeth of platinum which had destroyed everything he had hoped for.
I just fucked my sister.
The only thing more concerning than the truth of the situation, Mike realised, was what had happened next. He couldn't blame Grace for her reaction, although he certainly didn't expect his sexual partner to barf at the sight of him.
Probably had something to do with the cum in her stomach.
But as stunned as he was about their current predicament, even as he sat outside the toilet block where his sister had taken refuge, Mike didn't have any inclination to follow suit.
Why?
He thought to himself.
Why don't I feel as disgusted as Grace does?
Immediately after puking, Grace, her hand clutching at her stomach, had been grabbed by their cousin Lily and tragically dragged half-limp towards the toilets, where she proceeded to continue throwing up while Mike waited outside. The wailing, retching sounds she made were testament to the severity of the situation, a physical representation of the conflict he was feeling inside his own brain, the sickness and the worry. But for all his concern, Mike simply didn't feel as off-put as he should have.
In a situation such as this, there really isn't a whole lot you can come up with as an excuse for not feeling grossed-out by incest. The fact of the matter was that Mike already had an ironclad reason for feeling the way he did. He had said to himself that whoever Jessie turned out to be, whoever she really was, he had fallen in love with her. Their time at the glory hole had been filled with sex, enjoyable sex, most definitely, but it was also where he had gradually begun to understand who she was on the inside.
Obviously he didn't know
exactly
who she was, and in fact the reason Mike had never suspected anything was amiss is because "Jessie" had never spoken much about her actual life; what she did for a living, where she lived, who her friends were. Instead, he had learned about some of her deepest, truest desires, her inner strengths and weaknesses, her dream plans for the future, the kind of things a sister never bothered sharing with a brother. And it was this world, the innermost workings of Grace's life, that Mike had become attracted to.
How can I be thinking this...she is my god damn SISTER! Isn't that enough to stop me?
He wanted to answer his own probing question as badly as anyone could want anything in the world, but the truth was he couldn't bring himself to do it. Either he answered yes, in which case all his love, all of his hopes and dreams about Jessie were for nothing, and he would feel the searing pain of heartbreak.
Or...he couldn't even fathom what it would mean if he truthfully answered "no".
The toilet door opened and Lily, dressed in her Catwoman outfit, came out slowly, looking angrily at him.
"Get the fuck out of here, Michael."
"How's – "
"Never you mind how the fuck she is," she said crossly, planting her hands on her hips. "How do you think? Really?? What did you fucking think you were doing anyway?!? I told you not to go back! I
told
you to stop!"
"You weren't specific –"
"
How motherfucking specific did you need me to be?!?
"
"I didn't know!"
"Oh, you didn't know, well that's a big fucking relief let me tell you! Give me five minutes in there with her and I think I can make it all better by telling her 'Michael didn't know'." Lily panted with anger, silence falling over them as they both stared at each other. Eventually Mike dropped his gaze to the ground, and Lily's eyes softened somewhat, seeing the kind of pain he was going through.
"I want to see her." Lily sighed.
"Go home, Michael."
"I need to talk to her, now."
"Not going to happen."
"Lilly – "
"GO. HOME." Mike stared into Lily's eyes and knew he wasn't getting past her, despite his best intentions of getting to Grace and saying something. She wasn't being mean, either; if Lily had known how hard he had fallen for Grace she might have arced up more, but thankfully she didn't.
In a way, Mike thought as he climbed back into his car and started the engine, he was glad his efforts were in vain.
He still had no idea what he would say to her.
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Several days went by since the last night Mike spent with Jessie, when his whole world had come crashing down around him. He hadn't slept well, and it had reached a point where literally anything else was a suitable option. By 10pm that Saturday he was still sitting at his desk in front of his laptop, barely even watching the video he left running on Youtube, willing his mind to stay blank, flicking between too tired to think and too scared to sleep.
Mike was close to the point where sheer exhaustion would set in and he would simply collapse, unable to think or dream at all, when a notification popped on his screen. His email had logged him in automatically when he started up his laptop without him realising it.
To: "james"
Subject: talk
hey
It was Grace. Mike had no idea how he was supposed to respond. The fact that she was using her "Jessie" email was important, he had no doubt about that. He chose to ignore it at first, trying to forget the whole ordeal, but the longer he waited the worse he felt. Eventually he gave in and used the opportunity to see if she was ok.
