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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : Look, I Know it Was Wrong But

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Look, I Know it Was Wrong But...
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

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A tender, gentle rape between siblings.

***

What I did was wrong. I know that. You don't have to 
judge me, I take responsibility for my actions. I am not 
going try to make excuses. I simply want to explain how 
it happened. I want you to understand that it was an 
accident. It was an honest mistake. I did not realize 
what my sister was doing to me until it was too late. 
I've had some time to sort through the events of the 
past year, and there are so many things I would do 
differently if I could. To be honest though, there are 
some things I would never change. Some aspects that a 
part of me really enjoyed. I'd do it again.

My parents split up about 4 years ago when I was 16. My 
little sister was almost 15. Times were pretty tough. 
Mom had to work two jobs to make ends meet. When she was 
home pretty much all she did was sleep. My sister Susan 
and I cleaned the house, cooked the meals and took care 
of ourselves. We were always close, but after the 
divorce we became even closer. Susan was a sweet kid. 
She needed lots of affection, and my father's virtual 
abandonment hurt her deeply. Combine that with my 
mother's harried work schedule, and I was really the 
only one who paid attention to her, who listened to her 
stories, praised her accomplishments etc. I guess that's 
how it happened the first time.
I was watching TV when she came in the room and gave a 
loud sigh.

"What's wrong squirt?"

"Nothing re-al-ly...it's just, well I miss dad." 

"I'm sorry honey but you know he's not coming back. Look 
I know he's our father but he cheated on mom, and cut us 
out of his life. Who needs him?"

"I know, but sometimes I miss him. The way I could sit 
in his lap and watch TV, and snuggle up. I felt so safe 
when he held me and told me that he loved me. It just 
hurts that I'll never have that again." 

She looked so sad, so starved for attention that I 
wanted to help. Maybe it was because I was sitting in my 
father's chair. I had a visual of my sister sleeping in 
his lap, the way she had 100 times before. 

"C'mere squirt, you can watch TV with me."

She seemed surprised at first, but then she giggled, and 
a smile lit up her pretty face. Susan quickly scrambled 
into my lap. I let the recliner out and soon she was 
pressed against the length of my body. I was super 
sensitive, and remember feeling every curve, every 
delicious warm, sweet smelling bit of my sister. I 
wrapped my arms around her as she rested her head on my 
chest. She gave a contented little sigh and her voice 
choked a little when she said, Thanks Jaz, I love you."

I don't know how long I held her that night. It started 
out innocently enough. I was just holding my little 
sister. I did not plan anything sexual. It is important 
to me that you understand it. I would never want my 
sister to think I took advantage of her that night. As 
we lay in that chair, wrapped in each other's warmth she 
fell asleep. Somehow her warm crotch shifted, and was 
covering mine. It felt so hot, I could feel it pulse and 
throb.

I could barely breathe. I was so nervous. I looked at 
her, mouth open, sexy little drool making a wet spot on 
my shirt, and I HAD to have more. It was like it was 
another person's hand that began squeezing her breasts. 
First one then the other. I played with them for a long 
time. I took my finger and slowly traced/spelled my name 
across her body, "J--A--Z". First her tits, then on her 
thighs and crotch.  

Finally I was too horny to stop myself. I rolled Susan 
on my lap. Her face was on my chest, my dick was pressed 
in her groin (through our clothes) and my hands were on 
that sweet assmeat. I gripped her hard and held her 
tight. I lifted her in the air on my cock, thrusting, 
grinding into  and felt her damp, warm crotch envelop 
me. I did not mean to cum, but suddenly I was squirting 
and jerking into my shorts as I played with Susan's 
juicy butt. 
 
I know it was wrong, really I do but...well shit, she 
does not even know it happened, and we did have our 
clothes on so it really does not count.

It was more than just masturbation that cheapens it. 
When I look back, it had been a long time since I had 
felt safe, and secure. I don't know how to say this and 
not sound weird but, when a woman says she loves you, 
when she is pressed against you, her warm body is 
wrapped around you, well it does something. You really 
can't control it. A paternal, protective impulse grew 
inside of me.
 
After that first night, our relationship changed. I was 
the one she came to for comfort, for affection, for 
warmth. Like any father or husband, I wanted to take 
care of my woman. Susan was so glad to have an outlet 
for her loving side she did not restrict herself to the 
occasional chair-snuggle. When came home she would 
usually meet me at the door. At first it was just to say 
hi, and to ask me about my day.

Then one afternoon she gave me an awkward, impulsive 
hug. I wanted her to be comfortable so I wrapped her in 
my arms and held her close for a few seconds. She felt 
so good, she fit me so snug. Then I kissed the top of 
her head and smiled at her. "Thanks squirt, you always 
give the best hugs."

After that I got a big hug and snuggle as I came home 
every day. I have to be honest, it felt good. Knowing at 
the end of the day, Susan would be waiting for me. That 
I could hold her, and talk to her--felt right. 

Some days I'd take her right to the chair and pull her 
down in my lap.  I'd ask her about her day while hugging 
her, holding her, feeling her breathe. She was a lonely 
kid, and she poured her soul out to me. I enjoyed 
feeling her. I think she just got used to my cock 
pressing into her. It felt natural, to both of us. 

If my hands rested on the sides of her breast, or if her 
ass was on top of my hand--so what, neither one of us 
ever mentioned it. It was fun to pick her up and carry 
her around the house. Sometimes we wrestled, and I'd pin 
her. Other times I let her pin me. We were intimidate. 
My sister was my confidant, I enjoyed touching her body, 
interacting with her mind.

The kissing was a little different. At first it was a 
peck on the cheek.  But then slowly I changed  it into a 
little more. As a joke one day I turned my head at the 
last second so she kissed me on the mouth. "Mmm, Squirt, 
you taste good."

My arms were wrapped around her and I held her tight for 
a minute. We both laughed a little, and she blushed. I 
was always complimenting her.  I often told her how 
pretty she was, or if an outfit made her look 
attractive. Kissing was no different. Soon I made it 
part of our routine. One of us would pretend to aim for 
the cheek and the other would move their head to turn it 
into a quick lip kiss. We weren't making out, it usually 
only lasted about 5 seconds...but it was a boundary most 
siblings don't have the courage to cross. 

Let's review: I'd hold her, and hug her. She'd sit in my 
lap, press her breasts into me, say she loved me. Then 
we'd kiss and snuggle for hours at a time.  While my 
hands rested on her tits and ass, and she pressed her 
cunt, mashed it into my cock. You tell me, how could I 
have helped it? I don't know exactly how or when it 
happed, but over time I began to spend more and more 
time with her. My little sister was my best friend, and 
in my mind more.

I've always enjoyed working out. I pretty much have to. 
I'm 6' 4" and big boned. If I stay in shape I look 
pretty good. If I goof off, and get lazy I balloon up. 
It's about a 15 lb swing but it's all in my gut, butt 
and cheeks. With beach season coming up I hit the 
weights, and began jogging. Susan was tall for a girl at 
5ft 10 in but well proportioned.  At 15, guys her age 
were usually too short for her. I think they were 
intimidated.  Add in the fact that she was a good 
student, and more than a little naive, and sweet (goody 
goody), she was not very popular as a freshman in High 
School. She was determined not to give them anything 
else to pick on. So when I started working out 
seriously, she asked if she could join me.

We ran 5 miles, 3 days a week. Then alternated with free 
weights, and aerobics.
Seeing my sister in shorts and a tank top, watching her 
breasts jiggle and bounce as she ran beside me was hard 
enough. But when she was soaked and sweaty, exhausted 
but with an endorphin enhanced smile--it looked like she 
had just had sex, and since she was working out with me, 
since I helped cause her state, it was kind of strange. 
Remember these realizations did not happen overnight. I 
just knew I thought she was sexy when she sweated, or 
ran, or stretched out. One day after a long work out she 
cramped up. Susan was in a lot of pain in her lower back 
and thighs.

"Rub it out honey, you've got to massage it out, I 
instructed her.

"I can't reach it, it hurts Jaz help me!"

I did not think, as I laid her out flat on the basement 
floor where we worked out. I straddled her hips and 
began a slow deep massage. My hands pulled on her flesh 
and she groaned from pain and pleasure. I worked my way 
down her thighs and squeezed them long, and hard and 
slow. I rubbed her upper thighs for a good 5 minutes. 
She was moaning and groaning, slick with sweat, and I 
was straddling the hump of her beautiful ass. I felt 
myself get hard. My cock was nestled into her and it 
kept twitching as she writhed around under my massage. 
If she did not stop soon, I was going to cum.

"How does that feel squirt...good, now run upstairs and 
soak in the tub for a bit, and I'll make us some cold 
drinks." I helped her up and prayed my baggy shorts 
would help hide my erection.

"Thanks Jaz what would I do without you," she said as 
she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

About 10 minutes later I had some fruit slushies in 
hand, as I knocked on the bathroom door.

"Come on in, I'm parched, but I'm not ready to get out 
yet." I opened the door and was in for a surprise, Susan 
was in the tub completely naked. 

I expected a bubble bath, or that she would be covered 
up somehow. She must have thought I would lay it on the 
counter where she could reach it after I was gone.

It was an honest mistake, after all she did invite me 
in. I could see her breasts, her delicious brown 
nipples. I wanted to suck them right then. I glanced 
through the clear water and got rock fucking hard 
instantly as I looked at her wet pussy. I knew it was 
wrong, taboo, forbidden but I wanted to fuck Susan right 
then. I wanted to pull her wet, sexy body out, spread 
her open, bend her over, and fuck my little sister till 
she screamed my name, till she came like a nasty little 
slut in heat. I'm not particularly PROUD of it, but that 
is how I felt.

It took her a few minutes to realize that I was standing 
there. She had her eyes closed and said "Thanks Jaz just 
lay my drink down on the side of the....JAZ! OH MY GOD!" 

"Susan, I'm sorry I did not know, I'm so sorry!" 

She tried to cover up, and I know I should have turned 
away-but I could not. Seeing her excited and wet, her 
breasts heaving, her thighs gliding together, I had to 
look. I could not help but to stare.

"John get out of here, I'm naked! Please leave, I'm 
naked!" She scrambled out of the tub and was blushing, 
She grabbed her bathrobe off the hook and ran to her 
room.

I followed.

"Susan, open up, it's me. Let me in." She was crying. 
The poor kid was really upset. I did not wait for an 
answer and walked in.  "Susan you are my sister, it's 
ok. Don't cry baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of. 
It's no big deal," I said in a soothing tone as she 
cried into her pillow.

"That's easy for you to say."

Ok I'd prove it to her. Just to make her feel better I 
quickly stripped.
After all "what's good for the goose..."

"Susan stop crying, look at me."

"(Gasp), Jaz...you're naked!"

At first I was so glad she had stopped crying that I did 
not mind her staring. Soon though I became self-
conscious. After all she had gotten a much longer look 
at me than I got at her. She was just laying there 
wrapped in her bathrobe staring at me. Well, at my cock.  
I could not help it. I started getting hard again. It 
was not fair.  Let's review. I had been horny ever since 
our run. 

Seeing Susan bouncy and sweaty always did that to me. 
Then I had pressed my cock into her ass, while giving 
her a massage. Next I see her naked for the first time. 
The tits I had imagined only in my dreams were 
beautiful, clearly they were made to be sucked. Seeing 
them wet from the tub, seeing her sweet, plump ass when 
she stood up, seeing those tender pussy lips peeking out 
at me as if to say "Hi!" it was just. Too. Much. Now I 
was naked, on display, and she was clearly enjoying 
herself. I decided to go for it.

"Susan, take that robe off if you are going to stare at 
me, I get to have a good look at your body. I want to 
see you again."

"Wh...no way, absolutely NOT. John!"

Maybe it was because I had sort of replaced dad in her 
mind, but when I roared, "Get that robe off right NOW!" 
her hands were shaking and she was trembling, and I 
expected her to obey me. It made me a little angry when 
she disrespected me. Still I think I surprised us both 
when I grabbed the robe and tore it off of her. She was 
naked. She was so naked. I pushed her down on the bed 
and stared at my little sister's body. She was too 
scared to move, and I fell in love with her right then.

"That's a good girl. I'm not going to hurt you but I 
need to see you. I'm just going to take a look. Susan, 
you are so beautiful."

Her brown eyes were staring back at me, tears dripping 
down her face, onto her neck and tits. They made her 
nipples wet, and salty, and tasty.  How could I possibly 
resist? I crawled on top of Susan and began to lick and 
sniff and kiss her nipples gently. She was crying in 
shame and fear, and probably a little lust.

"Hold still baby, let me have them, Oh , oh god Susan 
you taste so fucking good," I said between sucks and 
licks, and long slow sniffs.

I really enjoyed playing with Susan's tits, they were 
puffy medium sized nips. Just a fat handful. She is so 
warm and soft, I enjoyed rolling, and mashing her. If I 
squeezed them just right, a quick pinch and a twist she 
would let out this lady-like little "(gasp) Oh!" At 
first I was gentle but soon I was squeezing one hard 
while I nibbled and sucked her other one. Susan was 
sweating and shaking now. I have to admit I loved the 
control I felt. Playing with her breasts was a lot of 
fun, but I wanted more.

"C'mere baby sit up, we need to talk."

She sat up slowly and had the nerve to try and be 
modest, to deny me my right to see her! Was my own 
sister trying to tease me?

As we sat on the side of her bed I realized it was time 
we be honest with each other.

"Susan, honey do you know why I did what I did, do you 
understand?"

"John it's ok, I know, it was a mistake, just an 
accident, I forgive you. I still love you, she said 
while hiding her tits and cunt from me.

"I'm glad to hear that you understand, that you still 
love me. But sweetie, I'm sorry it's not over yet. I 
still need something from you. Will you help me?"

"Wh, wdaya mean it's not over, John, it HAS to be over. 
This can never happen again, I'm your sister. I love you 
but not like that. What do you need my help with?" she 
asked in rapid fire.

"Susan, I don't know how it happed, I'm sorry but I fell 
in love with you. Not just as a brother, as a man. I, I 
need you baby. I need to touch you and hug you, to know 
that you love me too, just a little bit. Susan, can I 
have a hug, can we snuggle up like we used to, please?"

You have to understand what a sweet kid Susan is. She 
could not bear to deny my need for her affection. She 
remembered how many times she had come to me, and held 
me tight.

"Um, ok...let me put my robe and some panties on...uh, 
maybe you should get dressed and we'll go downstairs..."

As soon as she stood up and reached for the robe I 
pulled her down in my lap. My cock was pressed tight 
against her.

"John no, let me go!" she squealed as she struggled as I 
wrapped my arms around her.

"Shh baby, hold still, I won't do anything I just need 
you," I said as I cupped her breasts and stroked her 
softly.

I think she realized that all her wiggling and gyrating 
only excited me more. Soon she settled down and finally 
relaxed a little. After all I was just giving her a 
massage. A long slow, tit massage. Susan's breathing 
picked up. I could smell her now. Her pussy was juicing 
up. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I had to go 
slow. I had to lie.

"Susan, can I ask you a favor. You've been out on dates 
right? Ok, uh, well, um, I'm still a virgin, and have 
never had a real kiss from a girl. I always wanted my 
first kiss to be with someone I love. Will you teach me 
how to kiss? Just a little bit. Nothing really extreme, 
just so I can get the idea," I said as I rolled her 
pump, hard little nipples.

"John I don't think that's a good idea, we shouldn't. 
It's wrong, what if somebody found out..."

I stood us both up and kissed her slowly. At first she 
did not respond but then, she opened r mouth a little 
and let me in.

"Wait, mmm, John, ssss, ok, that's enough. Let me go 
now."

My cock was jammed into her soft belly, as I mashed her 
against me. The kiss went on and on. My sister fit me 
good. I needed more. I did not say a word as I forced 
her back down on the bed, and covered her. I think she 
believed I was going to kiss her nipples again. She was 
right. I French-kissed her for a while, and hen slowly 
moved south, licking and kissing, sucking and nibbling 
her neck, her breasts, her belly button.

"Open your legs Susan, I want to taste your pussy. You 
smell so good, I have to."

This was where she drew the line, her pussy was off 
limits to me. She realized if she gave in here, I would 
never stop.
 
"Absolutely not, John. I won't let you do this. It is 
wrong. It is incest, this is RAPE! John if you do this 
you will be RAPING me."

I have to admit that bothered me, a lot. I did not want 
to rape my baby sister, I just wanted to make love to 
her, to make us both feel good.  Rape is wrong. It is a 
sick evil thing. That's not the kind of person I am.

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry. I love you. Oh my god, 
I don't want to rape you. Please don't make me rape you, 
don't make me be a rapist. I don't know what to do. I 
can't help it. I need you, you're my woman now.  I have 
to be inside you now. Let me be your lover, make me be 
your man.  Susan, don't force me to be your rapist, I 
don't think either of us would ever be the same. Help me 
to love you, please baby, I will be so gentle, so good 
to you. If I hurt you I'll stop. 

But as sick as it sounds, as wrong as it is...I own you. 
You are my woman, my property. I have the right to fuck 
you senseless, and I am going to do it. But first I want 
you nice and wet. I'm going to eat your pussy till you 
cum all over me, and then I am going to put my cock 
inside of you and fuck your cunt. Hard, and slow. Then 
I'll rest, and I'll fuck you, and suck you again and 
again, and again."

I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, I felt hot, 
and salty. I remember swallowing a lot as I pushed Susan 
down. She was crying softly as I spread her legs but she 
did not say a word.

"Wider baby, scooch up and rub your snatch on my face. 
Mmm, good baby, you taste soo sweet. Harder Susan, grind 
that juicy cunt, make me lick you good. Cum for me, cum 
all over me, I want to drink my sister dry.  Does that 
mmm, does that feel good, hmmm. Ooh look there is your 
baby clitty. Oooh it's so hard. Your brother is I'm 
gonna play with it for a while. Do you like that Susan?" 
I asked as I cupped her sweet, round ass and lifted her 
dripping fresh pussy to my face. 
She did, she liked it a lot.

"Oh god, oh my gaaawd, what are you doing, please stop, 
what are you doing to me? I don't understand, John help 
me, it burns, it hurts, it feel sooo goood, why, oh 
shit, oh shit, oh shitty shi, shit. Right there, right 
fucking there, yesssss (Grrrroaan!)"

I could see it, her little pussy was contracting, 
clamping on my tongue.  I stuck a finger inside. She was 
so cute! Sweating and panting and cumming on my hand. 
She was out of it. I realized this was the best time to 
fuck her.

I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed her clit 
with my cock.  Soon she was headed to her second orgasm, 
and barely paying attention to me. I could not help it. 
I wanted her to know.

"It's time Susan. I'm going to fuck you now. Your 
brother is going to take your virginity. Open your legs 
wide. I'm gonna do ya real slow. I'm gonna fuck you so 
good Susan.

At the last minute she returned to herself. "Huh, John, 
no. You can't fuck me. Look I admit it, the rest felt 
good. Especially the last part. Kiss me, play with my 
tits, suck my pussy, heck I'll suck your cock for you, 
it's only fair. But please, John. I don't want to get 
pregnant, not with my brother's son. Don't fuck me. 
Don't humiliate me."

I supported her in my arms and sat up with her 
straddling my legs. I wanted to put an end to this 
bullshit once and for all. I had just made Susan cum 
TWICE. I mean, fuck, I had rights too. She had to admit, 
that she wanted my fat 7 incher in her cunt. Enough was 
enough.  I started rubbing her clit and pussy lips until 
she began to drip. She was gyrating wildly, trying not 
to sit on my cock. The hornier she got, the wetter her 
snatch got, the more she wanted to stuff me inside her. 
A part of her wanted me to do it, to absolve her of all 
responsibility.

I'd be her brother the rapist, and she'd be a victim.

Uh, uh sis. It's not going to be that way. You see I 
love Susan. She needed to accept that, to admit she 
wants me too. I grabbed two handfuls of her plump little 
bottom and rubbed and squeezed that beautiful ass of 
hers.

I pulled her snug on my lap, and kissed my woman hard, 
stealing her breath, and nestling her against me. Her 
cum was trickling down my leg, as she kissed me back. 
She was trembling from need, from her desire to be 
thickly fucked by her man, to be taken hard, to be 
pounded into sexual submission.

"Please..."

It was so low, I almost missed it. I heard it, but I 
wanted to hear it again.

"Please..."

"What do you need baby, tell daddy what you need...do 
you need to be fucked by your man. Do you need this cock 
shoved deep inside of you?"

"Yes, god help me, but yes, I need it, I need it John. 
Please!" I swear I was not trying to torture her, but I 
had to know. I had to make sure we were both clear.

"Am I your man, do you love me. Can I fuck you when I 
want? Ok, then prove it. Take my fat cock and ram it in 
hard to your virgin cunt. Sit down on it hard Susan, 
fuck yourself on daddy's cock baby. Go ahead, as hard as 
you want, as long as you want, whatever you want baby, 
it's yours, and you're mine."

Her hands were shaking as she guided me into her. She 
did it slowly, but she did it. She was so tight, so 
sweet. I kissed her gently through the first piercing 
pain. She clutched me hard and whimpered. I let her rest 
on my cock. As horny as I was, my fraternal instincts 
kicked in. My little sister needed me to be patient and 
gentle. I gave her a brotherly hug while my cock was 
inside her and she sat facing me, in my lap.

"Shh baby it's alright, get used to it. We have time. I 
love you, I love you baby, shhh," I played with her 
nipples as I kissed her slowly back to arousal. It was 
almost imperceptible at first but she began to stir, 
then shift. Soon she was grinding, and humping my cock 
in earnest.

She was sitting up high and feeding me a sweet titty. I 
suckled her as she slammed herself down on my meat. Over 
and over, faster and harder. Quick slam, slam, slow, 
hold, hold, grind, repeat, repeat, repeat.

I flipped her over, I wanted my sister in the missionary 
position, I wanted to slam her good and proper, to be on 
top, to have her feel my weight, my authority.

She wrapped her legs around me and I good hear her 
sloshing, her juices as I pounded away inside her. Her 
tits were flapping now, and my balls were slapping her 
ass in a hard staccato rhythm.

I lost control at some point, I hope I wasn't too rough 
with her, I did not mean to be. I felt like branding 
her, like marking my sister. Nobody else would ever have 
her. I was her first, last, her everything. I had passed 
love making, left fucking far behind. I was rutting with 
Susan.  It was the fuck-till-death instinct. We came 
within seconds of each other and went to sleep wrapped 
in our lover's arms.


Epilogue:

At first Susan was shy. Over the next few months she 
questioned our relationship several times. Every time I 
made love to her she would question it afterwards. 
Finally I had enough.

"Susan, I love you. I want to be your man. I want to be 
the one who holds you, who cares for you. No man could 
ever love you like I do. But...you have to want this. 
You have to want me. So I'll make you a deal. I go away 
to college in 3 months. You be my woman every day until 
then. I'm going to pound that tight little pussy of 
yours every day. Anytime I want you, be my willing fuck-
slut. Suck my cock, spread that sweet, round little ass 
open for daddy. Everyday I'm going to fuck you into a 
silly little, sexy puddle, and you will not complain. 
Then I am gone. You can decide if what we have is real, 
if you love me. If you need to date other people that's 
ok. Tell me and I get to do the same. Picture me fucking 
another woman, telling her how beautiful SHE is, that I 
love HER. It's up to you. If you want to be my woman, 
come to me. Ask me to be your man again and I will. If 
you don't you are free. I'll go back to being your 
brother. You have a year to make up your mind."

That's what we did. I went away to Cal State University, 
on the other side of the country from my mom and Sis. I 
E-mailed and called often but did not visit. Susan dated 
some and even though I knew I could too--I chose not 
too. The thought of another man fucking my Susan was 
painful.  If I went home and actually saw it, it would 
drive me insane.

A year passed I am a sophomore now, and Susan had made 
her decision.  It hurt. She does not love me. I had to 
find a way to accept it, to move on. That's partly why I 
started writing this e-mail. It took me a long time to 
get it all down. I had to sort this out, figure out what 
happened. I had written most of it when there was a 
knock at my door.

"Yeah, whoisit?"

I opened the door and there she was. My sister. My 
little naked sister Susan, whhhhut? She was naked. She 
was on her knees with her head bowed and she was crying.

"Susan get in here before someone sees you!" I hissed.

"NO! please let me do this, I have to do this. After 
what I have done, I have to make it right between us." 
she was shaking now.

"Shh baby, it's ok. I understand. Look I let things get 
out of hand. I fell in love with you and I did not 
consider your feelings. We will beok, honey. I'm your 
brother, we're family. Don't cry anymore. Now come 
inside, " I said as I pulled her to her feet, and gave 
her a brotherly hug.

She clung to me. I got her a robe and sat down next to 
her on the bed. I put my arm around her shoulder.

"John...would you mind, if I got in your lap and watched 
TV? Like we used to. I need to be close to you, please."

After all we had been through that seemed ok to me, it 
would feel nice.  Susan and I got into bed together and 
turned on the TV. She laid down in my lap and threw the 
robe off her. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt so her bare 
skin could touch me.

"You are my man, and I love you. This is where I belong. 
Every time another man tried to touch me I felt sick, 
and guilty, and told him to stop. I belong to you and I 
know it now. Please John, please take me back. I, I 
can't just be your sister. I need to be your slut."

The grin came first, and then the tears as I held my 
sister tight. Soon we would be making love, we'd both 
been celibate for over a year. But for now it felt good 
to just hold her, to feel her warm, skin nestled snug 
against me. For now that was more than enough.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this before the chicken-shit 
assholes attacked America. It's kind of scary how angry 
we can get in a very short period of time.

Usually I am immune to mob mentality, knee-jerk 
reactions but...shit not yesterday, not today, and it 
does not look good for tomorrow.

The thing is one day I know I will care about law, due 
process, reasonableness, fairness, morality, and 
patience... but not today. Today I keep seeing 
Palestinians Men, women and children joyous, jubilant, 
dancing in the streets over the death of American, 
children, women and men. I want to believe that this was 
an atypical reaction. That we are seeing a fanatic, 
group of sick hate-mongers. But I'm not so sure.

There is a voice inside that is screaming kill them, rip 
them, crush them all. Send in the Marines, send in the 
bombs, put a bounty on their heads, gut them on Larry 
King Live. Better Yet give them to the wives of the New 
York's Finest, New York's Bravest and let them decide 
what is fair. It's not MY voice. I don't sound like 
that. I don't hate like that.

Today I don't care. I won't care tomorrow...but great 
god, I hope I care again soon.

As always it's just a fucking story. I hope it distracts 
someone for a while.

There, now I can rest easy.

Drop me a line at Jaz1701@webtv.net

Jaz

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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