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Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection. -- Raggedy, Chapter 2 (mf, 1st, cons, inc, oral, impreg?, reluc, f-solo) by Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com) -- I woke in the morning with an erection, as I frequently did, but this time it was in my sister's mouth. "Ann?!" She poked her head out from under the covers. "Sorry...is this okay? You were already hard." Without waiting for an answer, she sucked my length back into her mouth without pulling the covers back over her. "Um, sure..." I looked anywhere but at my sister as she blew me. She pulled off. "Oh, sorry. Tell me more about Michelle." Then the covers were back in place, cutting off my view. I tried to concentrate enough to recall where we left off in my fantasy. "Uh, right, she unfastened her bra..." But I hadn't actually seen real breasts so I could only guess at what Michelle's looked like. Ann's seemed bigger...ugh, why was I thinking about my sister's boobs? "I grab her titties and squeeze them, and she moans..." I felt my sister chuckle around my cock at that. "What? Don't girls like to have their boobs squeezed?" She pulled her mouth off again. "I wouldn't know...doesn't seem to do much when I try...maybe it's like how you can't tickle yourself so it only works when someone else does it." Then she paused and didn't put her mouth back on my cock. "Ann?" She sighed and started sucking again. I continued, "Michelle gets down on her knees and starts sucking me..." Except when I had originally started fantasizing about my classmate I didn't know what a blowjob felt like...now I did, and it was happening right at that very moment, except it was my sister doing it. My meta narrative fell apart as I experienced a solid dose of reality. Instead of making me go soft, though, my body went the opposite direction and a surprising orgasm burst from my loins. "Ohh!" "Ulghk!" Ann choked but quickly recovered and I could feel the negative pressure of her mouth drawing my cum down her throat. "H-nnk!" She was making those weird sounds and movements again. "Hmm!" Then she pulled her mouth off. "Ohh! Yesss..." I could see her raised hips undulating under the covers before she flopped to the mattress. She took the head of my deflating dick into her mouth for one last suck and I gasped because it was sensitive. This time when Ann kissed me it landed partly on my mouth. -- My sister went for another jog so I went back to my Dad's weights. My arm and chest muscles complained, but soon I was loosened up enough to do the exercises without much discomfort. When Ann got back, the t-shirt she was wearing was even tighter than the one from the day before. Instead of bicycle shorts, she was wearing what looked like old PE strip, also too small for her. I swore I could almost see her red pubic hair playing peekaboo down there. "I got catcalled on my run!" she gleefully revealed. "Oh?" "Yeah...I know it's only been a couple days, but I feel good. How do I look?" I had been trying not to stare. "Um, fine." "Fine? You mean less than good, rather than 'fiiiine'?" She waggled her booty. My sister had a booty! How had I not noticed this before? "I...I mean you look nice, Ann. You should wear clothes that fit you better, like this." She frowned. "I found these in my drawers but I think they're too small. I should ask Mom to take me shopping." I nodded and she headed off to have a shower. -- "Psst!" I had just left the living room when Ann stuck her head out from the bathroom to beckon me closer. When I got within range she pulled me in with her and closed the door behind. "Ann!" The room was hot and steamy, and my sister was just wearing a towel...well, two towels, one on her head and the other tied just above her bust line, the bottom of it barely covering her buttcheeks. "I wanted to talk to you and Mom and Dad won't be coming in here." My eyes flashed to her pale, bare thighs. "Um, what did you want to talk about?" "How often can you get it up?" "You mean...?" "Yeah, your, um, dick...how often?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "Depends." "On?" "Inspiration. Uh, like during the summer when all the girls aren't wearing much." My mind saw a flash of Ann in her last jogging outfit. "I can get it up a couple times a day...maybe three." "You think you can get it up right now?" "I dunno, Ann." "Am I not inspiring enough?" She lifted the bottom of her towel a little, giving me a flash of red hair down there. "Ann! I gotta go..." I quickly left the bathroom, my cheeks burning. She didn't come to visit me that night and I woke up alone. I hadn't masturbated, thinking that she was going to come 'help' me, so I woke up with a very insistent erection. I couldn't even pee that morning, it took so long to go down. Ann had gone jogging again and didn't come back until lunch. I had been watching TV so I didn't even notice when she got back or showered. I saw a flash of red hair (on her head this time) as she left again. When I asked Mom where Ann was going and she said to visit friends. What friends? Ann and I were our own best friends. I went for a walk, bought an Orange Julius with my allowance, and didn't come back until after dinner. -- Things with my sister became strained. This is why you don't start doing sex stuff with siblings: if you 'break up', you still have to live together! I became depressed and hung out in my room playing Atari. Ann started hanging out with our parents more than me and when she went out I wondered if maybe she got a boyfriend now that she was losing weight and dressing more appropriately for her body type. I felt weird every time I considered that possibility. On Friday night, after lights out, I slipped into her room without knocking. I heard her making some noises in bed...was she crying? Or 'not crying'? "Ann?" There was a gasp. "Andy! What're you doin' here?" "I made you upset, and I'm sorry. You are...inspirational...but you're my sister, so it's confusing. I miss you." I heard her breath catch. "I miss you too! C'mere, little bro..." In the gloom I saw her lift her bed covers and I got in with her. I was immediately hit with a light sweat scent along with something else I couldn't identify, but it was kind of...earthy? Then she was hugging me to her chest and my face was buried in her neck. I put my arms around her as well and noticed that she was wearing something other than that shapeless nightgown...it was kind of satiny, and only went down to her hips. It seemed that Mom had bought her more than just street and school clothes. "I forgive you. I love you," she breathed. "I love you too." "I can feel you." She moved her hips a little to clarify. I hadn't even realized that I'd gotten hard. "Oh, uh, sorry. I haven't been...y'know..." "I'll help." She gleefully moved down under the covers. "Ann, you don't have to...oh..." She had pulled my boxers down, taken a hold of my erection, and was stroking it, though it was still a bit awkward for her. I felt her let go, shift around a bit down there, and then she took me back in hand again before I felt her mouth slide down my shaft a bit...except she was using some new technique because she was holding her lips together very tightly. It felt different but good. She backed off a bit and then moved down upon my cock again. The tightness made it feel great, plus she was angling it down more than usual. "Oh, wow, Ann..." She didn't ask me to recount my fantasy with Michelle and I honestly didn't even need it...thinking about her sucking my cock was sufficient stimulation, and I almost lifted the covers so I could see her, but then she was moving up and down upon my penis quite vigorously. I lay back...it felt incredible! If I had been thinking clearly I would have realized that I couldn't feel her mass of curls tickling my stomach, or that she wasn't using her tongue at all, plus the odd angle she had my cock pointing at as she brought me to my release. "Ohh, Ann!" Then I was cumming and I heard my sister squeak under the covers and stop moving. I could feel her body shake and her mouth somehow squeezed my spurting penis even tighter as it filled her up with sperm. "Ugh! Uhh!" I grunted. Then she pulled away and I felt some more movement down there before she took my flagging erection back into her mouth to clean it. When done, she moved back up alongside me. "You came a lot," she commented unsteadily. "You really haven't been whacking off this whole time." "Nope...that felt incredible, thanks." Then she kissed me on the lips. There was a momentary hesitation on my part as I considered that she might still have some of my stuff in her mouth, plus the whole sister thing, before I returned it. I had never kissed a girl before, so I didn't know if I was doing it right, but she didn't complain when she pulled back. "I kinda want to do it again," she revealed as she rubbed up against me. "I'm spent, but wake me up in the morning?" "Mm hm." -- I stirred awake when Ann climbed into my bed with me, completely naked. I could only stare at her voluptuous body, which had firmed up somewhat with all the recent exercise, as she straddled my lap. Her breasts were large, with pink silver dollar-sized areolas. I gasped as she rubbed her bare vaginal lips along my erection. I took hold of her rounded hips. "We...we shouldn't do that, Ann." "You didn't complain last night." "You sucked me off..." Then I remembered how different it had felt. "Wait...you mean we...?" She giggled. "You couldn't tell? I turned myself around so I was facing your feet and your dick went right in here," she revealed, pointing at her engorged pussy lips. "I was surprised when you came inside, but it makes sense if you thought it was just my mouth." She hadn't stopped moving her crotch against mine. "But...but we're siblings..." "Hmm...what if we weren't?" "Huh?" "I mean, we look alike, but our ages are really close. What if Dad had, like, a sister he never told us about, and she gave me up for adoption? Then Mom and Dad adopted me and we were raised as siblings, but we're really cousins." "Is...is that true?" She continued to rub her increasingly wet pussy along my length. "Maybe. Cousins aren't as bad, right? Jerry Lee Lewis married his cousin." "The comedian?" "The 'Great Balls of Fire' musician." The tip of my cock caught at the entrance of her moist hole and bounced away. "Oops, almost went in that time." I was having trouble controlling my breathing. "Ann, I came inside you last night...down there?" "Yep, and I want to feel it again." She leaned forward, rubbing those luscious pale boobs along my slim chest, and I felt her wet warmth surround the head of my cock. I whined and she leaned forward to kiss me as she pushed down upon my manhood, which had somehow become even harder with the revelation that I had inseminated my sister (or possibly cousin?) last night. "Yesss..." she moaned as her well-lubricated insides surrounded me. She adjusted the angle until I was fully inside her and we both moaned in pleasure. Yes, that was the tightness that I had experienced the previous night. I wondered, did it count as losing your virginity if you didn't even know it happened? It didn't matter now. She moved upon me while I gazed up at her. My sister was still a bit overweight, with bad skin and our family's crazy, frizzy red curls, but over the last week and a bit she had become beautiful in my eyes. I pulled her down for another kiss as she rode me. "Mmngk!" she moaned into my mouth and I felt her insides grip me. When she stopped shaking I asked her, "What was that?" "I came, goober." "Women can cum?" "Uh, duh!" "Does stuff come out?" "Nope, only your stuff...speaking of which, you gonna do it soon? Mom and Dad'll be calling us up for breakfast soon. "Let's turn over," I suggested, and we flipped, though I fell out of her sodden puss, drawing a disappointed moan from both of us. I went right back in, though, and started jackrabbiting into her. "Ohh fuuuck..." she moaned. I leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. She gasped, arched her back, and I felt her insides grip me again. That was it for me...I grunted and inseminated my sister for the second time. "Uhh-huhh!" she gasped, and I felt her legs wrap around my ass to pull me as deep inside her as I could go. Spurt after spurt of incestuous cum inundated her spasming cervix. I heard Dad yell from the stairs, "Breakfast! You coming?" "Just did..." Ann moaned, and I felt her insides kiss my cock again. -- Once we started, there was no stopping us. I was filling my sister up with cum every day, if not multiple times a day. We had already been close, so our parents didn't notice anything different... ...well, at least at first. It was a few weeks into our incestuous affair. I noticed that, not only had Ann's body firmed up with all the exercise, her skin had cleared up. She suggested that it was all the sex we were having...she was kind of correct. One afternoon, Ann was riding me on my bed when my Dad opened the door and stopped, staring much like Ann had when she walked in on me masturbating that day when everything started. "Uh, shit...get dressed...I'll wait out here." Then he stepped back out of the room, closing the door behind him. My cock had, of course, deflated, also like that first day. We separated and quickly dressed. "Dad seemed kinda...like, not angry, right?" Ann asked me. "Maybe we are cousins?" I shrugged. She opened the door. "Dad, was my mother your sister?" He stared at her. "How...how did you know?" Ann looked at me, her eyes all a-goggle. We were cousins after all! This wasn't as bad as we thought. "Upstairs." Dad led the way and sat us down before calling Mom over. "They've been fucking," he told her. She covered her mouth in shock. He turned back to us. "How did you know your mother's my sister?" Mom gasped again. "I think I saw an old picture of you in an album," she revealed to him, "you were young, with a girl a little younger...you looked a lot alike, so I thought she might be your sister, but you always told us that you were an only child." He took his wife's hand. "After she got pregnant, we had to move to where nobody knew us. Easy enough to pretend you're married when you already have the same last name." Ann and I frowned, our minds whirring, trying to figure out what he'd just said. "What?" we both asked at the same time. He looked at us intensely. "Please tell me you're using protection. It's bad enough that Mom and I are brother and sister." "WHAT?!" Dad continued, "We don't know what'll happen with two generations of incest...birth defects, maybe? Ann should get on the pill as soon as possible." "You...the two of you...are siblings?!" Ann asked. Our parents looked confused now. "You...you said that you knew?" Dad asked. "I thought you adopted me after my Mom, your sister, gave me up!" "Ohhh!" Mom and Dad sighed, finally catching up. Mom leaned forward. "No, Ann, your Dad and I are brother and sister, like you two. You didn't answer his question...are you using condoms?" "No..." "Shit! How long's this been going on?" I counted in my head. "A little over a month?" "When was your last period?" Mom asked Ann. She considered. "I guess it's a little late." "Fuck," Dad exclaimed, "guess you passed your fertility onto her, hon." He turned back to Ann. "A few weeks after you were born, we started having sex again 'cause we were told you can't get pregnant while breastfeeding, and then along came Andy. After he was born, I got a vasectomy so there wouldn't be any more kids." Ann caressed her tummy. "I'm pregnant?" "Maybe," Mom responded, "we'll know soon enough." Dad pressed his hands to his head. "We should've been more vigilant. Your Mom and I lived in the same room growing up, so things just kinda happened, but you guys had your own rooms. Plus no boyfriends or girlfriends, so this came out of the blue." "It's not your fault, Dad," I offered. "So Andy and I are siblings and not cousins," Ann repeated, looking mopey. Mom considered. "Technically you're both?" "That's worse!" "I'm sorry, Ann." My sister got up, crying, and ran downstairs to her room. To Be Continued... -- Krosis' home on the web: https://storiesonline.net/a/krosis-of-the-collective Fans or pans? E-mail Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)