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Lil Sis' Kinky Vacation
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)

***

This is a tale about incest, but it's also a tale of 
romance. It's not a tale of two people doing the deed 
because they're horny and drunk. There's some build-up 
here. The story starts with a startling confession and 
builds from there. (MMF, inc, exh, rom, role-play)

***

Author Note: If you like my story, and you like stories 
that combine romance and lust, I have others at 
http://www.asstr.org/~dude/

***

I was in fifth grade when I found out about a wonderful 
thing called summer camp. I approached my parents with 
the idea. At first, my parents told me it wasn't going 
to happen, but two weeks later they suddenly changed 
course and told me I could go. Three months later, off 
I went-seeing my first boobies and getting my first 
handjob from a girl, but that's a story for another 
day. Anyway, when I got home, I received an incredible 
surprise.

During the two months I was in camp, my parents 
divorced. There was a split custody agreement, and I 
stayed with mom, but spent two weekends a month with 
dad. It wasn't a bad deal because dad made our weekends 
together fun. About a year later, dad hit me another 
surprise-he was getting married. He had met a 
Vietnamese woman named Karen.

At first, my relationship with Karen was awkward. We 
had a hard time finding anything to talk about, but 
that changed after she got pregnant. Suddenly, one of 
the mysteries of life gave us a lot to talk about and 
she actually picked me up a couple of times to have me 
help her stock up on things for the baby. After the 
baby was born though, I couldn't come over for several 
months. After that, my time dwindled to a few hours 
here and there. By this time, I was getting involved 
with football and girls, so I didn't feel like I was 
missing out on anything. 

I joined the service at seventeen. Mom finally 
remarried. My visits home became precious as both mom 
and dad, and their new partners, went out of their way 
to make me feel welcome. My half sister, Trish, would 
jump all over me when I visited. She knew how to make 
me laugh. I would take her out to the mall and the 
movies, or I would babysit her while Dad and Karen went 
out. 

Trish was nine when I left the military. I didn't see 
her for a couple of years because I was establishing a 
life out of the military. When I was established, Dad 
and Karen let Trish come for a weekend. It didn't take 
me long to figure out that she had a schoolgirl crush 
on me. I played doting brother, which I guessed I 
shouldn't have-considering the circumstances, but I 
never thought she would make a move on me. 

On Saturday night, we were wrestling. I was being 
gentle and let her end up on top of me. She was 
giggling when she leaned in and laid a very adult, 
closed mouth, kiss on me. I immediately should've 
stopped her, but I let it happen for several seconds 
before I lifted her off of me and said: "I guess we 
better stop."

She gave me a curious look, but we didn't speak of the 
kiss again. Things were cooler between us that night, 
and the next morning when I saw her off on the plane. 
We did stay in email contact, but I controlled the tone 
of our contact. When her teen years hit, of course, our 
contact dwindled. However, in the middle of her senior 
year of high school, contact suddenly picked up. 

Trish wanted to come out to California for another 
visit. She had talked Dad and Karen into giving her a 
two week vacation in California, if I would put her up 
and be her guardian. A decade had passed since the kiss 
incident, so I felt that we would no longer be tempted. 
I agreed and let my work know I needed vacation on the 
two weeks after her graduation. However, as her visit 
date neared, my company was rolling out some new 
software. I negotiated with my boss and as it ended up, 
I would have to work the day after her arrival, but I 
would be free the rest of the time.  

On the day of her arrival, I went to the airport to 
meet her. I'd had a steady stream of pictures of her, 
but was I ever in for a surprise. None of her pictures 
had done her justice. Trish had grown into a smoking 
hot goddess. Standing just a hair under five feet, and 
wearing a red halter top and brown mini skirt with 
white knee high boots, I couldn't help but think: "If 
that wasn't my sister..." I mean holy shit. With her 
petite frame and doll like face she had the eye of just 
about every man in the area. Before I was able to hug 
her, I actually saw one guy moving in her direction to 
hit on her, but he changed directions when I did hug 
her.

From the airport I took her to a restaurant. There, I 
broke the news that I would have to work the next day, 
but I would take her out immediately afterwards. When I 
broke the news to her, for a second I saw relief in her 
eyes, but she quickly hid it and I pretended I hadn't 
seen anything. I wanted to give my sister the benefit 
of the doubt, besides, she didn't know the city-what 
could she do? The next day, when I got home from work, 
I got my answer.

I walked in, finding her sitting at the dining room 
table. I made small talk with her, but I noticed her 
eyes were carefully following mine. Finally, she said: 
"I need to talk to you about something, please sit 
down."

I sat at the table, wondering if something new and 
weird was going on with my parents. With some 
apprehension, I sat at the table and asked: "What's 
up?"

"First" she said, "I need you to be a supportive older 
brother and remember I'm eighteen now, so I'm an adult, 
okay?"

"Okay" I agreed, my head swimming with all kinds of 
things, things my parents would hate.

"There's something I've wanted to do for a while", she 
continued. "Today while you were at work, I talked to 
some people, and tomorrow morning, I'm...." she looked 
down.

"You've got me hanging, don't leave me hanging" I said.

"I've wanted to do a porno, so tomorrow, I'm doing a 
porno."

"A porno?"

"I've checked these guys out", she said, "so, it's 
safe, they're a real company."

"Do you want to become a porn star?" I asked, 
incredulous.

"No, nothing like that, I just want to do it, once."

I paused. "I don't know what to say" I told her.

"Just say you'll be my cool older brother, and be my 
friend, and please don't tell mom and dad."

"Don't you think they'll find out?"

"Well first, I won't use my real name. Second, I'm 
going to wear a wig. Third, I don't have any moles or 
tattoos, so, unless dad is a real perv, he shouldn't 
find out. Besides, if anyone comes up to me with a 
picture or DVD, I'll just deny it's me."

"What about the other part?"

"What other part?" she asked.

"The part where guys from all over are going to see you 
naked, and are going to jack off while watching you."

"So, let them. I really want to do this."

"Okay, do you need anything else from me?"

"Will you go with me? I don't know who else will be 
there. Protect me in case anything weird happens."

"Are you cool with me seeing you naked?" I asked, my 
dick getting hard.

"Do you want me to undress now, so you'll be used to 
it?"

"No, I'll wait."

***

The next morning, I drove her to an address in the 
valley. There was a film crew setting up outside a 
house there. We met the director and the guy she would 
be having sex with. There was actually a script, 
although it was a small one. It mostly consisted of a 
few lines, and several pages of where they wanted to 
shoot in the house with camera positions.

Trish had dressed wearing little, which worked for the 
first scene. Wearing a beater, daisy dukes, and 
sandals, she was supposed to talk to the actor outside 
to set up the sex scene. There was a Harley parked in 
the driveway and she was supposed to walk up, make some 
innuendo, then they would go inside to fuck. When the 
camera crew was ready, which seemed like forever, the 
director positioned Trish and called "ACTION!!"

Trish walked up to the bike, where the actor was 
standing, "Nice bike" she said.

"Thanks" he answered.

Gently stroking the bike while looking at the actor she 
purred: "I like something with big pipes that throbs."

"I have a special tool like that inside, wanna see it?" 
he asked.

"Oh yeah" she replied while licking her lips.

"CUT!!" the director yelled, adding, "ok, let's get set 
up inside."

It took an hour for the camera crew to break down their 
equipment and set up inside. During that time we all 
hung out. The director told her he really liked her 
work outside, then asked if she wanted to do a casting 
couch scene with the director. Trish diplomatically 
side stepped this one, telling him she was nervous 
about doing her first ever scene, that she would see 
how it went, and they she feigned butterflies in her 
stomach and ran off to the bathroom. 

She was only gone seconds when they started in on me, 
being curious about my work and life, and how I felt 
about seeing my sister fucked by another guy. I 
followed Trish's example, being a diplomat. I knew I 
was being baited, but I wasn't going to let them get to 
me. 

When Trish returned, she stood over by the actor and 
started being curious about him. For the first time, I 
noticed that he stood a foot taller than her. I 
wondered how she would handle the size difference. I 
began to imagine her naked. Being that she would soon 
be completely naked, and would be violated, I didn't 
feel guilty, but I did feel a little dirty, after all, 
this was my sister, my kid sister. 

When the camera crew was ready inside, we went in. It 
was hot as hell in the house because of the lights and 
camera equipment. The air conditioning was off so that 
it wouldn't interfere with the sound. The director 
talked to Trish and the actor to set up the scene. They 
did a quick run through so that the camera crew had the 
right angles, lighting, and focus. When they were 
finally ready, the director yelled: "ACTION!"

Trish and the actor walked in the room. Trish sat on 
the couch while the actor remained standing.

"So, where's your tool?" she purred.

"It's right here," he answered, stroking the front of 
his pants. Soon, he had his zipper down and Trish went 
to her knees in front of him. He had a massive dick, 
but Trish went to work on it like a pro. The camera 
zoomed to catch her face being violated with his 
schlong. Trish winked at the camera and continued like 
a pro. Several minutes later he gently separated 
himself from her, then started undressing her. My dick 
got hard as her shirt came off, and I saw her bare 
chest for the first time in nearly fifteen years. She 
had a nice pair, still firm, with small, light beige 
nipples. When her shorts came off, I saw that she had 
shaved her snatch.

The actor slobbered all over her bare kitty and the 
camera crew actually stopped him a couple of times to 
get the right angle. Trish mewed like a cat in heat the 
whole time, finally, they set up for the penetration 
shot.

She was on her back with her legs spread. The actor 
talked to the director about just where her legs should 
go. When they had decided, he positioned her, then put 
his dick right up against her pussy. He was gentle, 
entering her slowly, but Trish made a loud 
"OOOOOOOOOH!" sound that could've been sexual, painful, 
or both. Once he was inside her, he began pounding her. 
Trish panted, grunted, and occasionally said, "yeah, oh 
yeah."

The camera crew moved around the couch to get different 
views of her body and face as she was fucked. When they 
had made a full round of the couch, Trish and the actor 
switched positions. When she got on top of him, I saw 
her pussy stretch for the first time. I couldn't 
believe her teen pussy could stretch so much. She was 
like ninety pounds, and he was about two hundred with a 
seriously sized dick. Not only did she stretch around 
it, but she took his whole length too. 

She started bouncing on top of him. She placed her 
hands on his chest to steady herself as she worked his 
dick. The camera crew zoomed in several times where 
their bodies met. Finally, they switched over to doggie 
position. He banged her with a vengeance from behind, 
then when he came, he pulled out and started shooting 
on her back and ass. Trish swiveled and took his dick 
in her mouth, milking the last of his cum while he 
grunted. The camera zoomed in on her face and the 
director yelled "CUT!!"

A towel was thrown at Trish. She wiped the cum off of 
her, then started to get dressed. The camera crew 
started breaking down the equipment and the director 
looked at the footage that was shot. Trish was paid by 
a member of the crew and we got ready to leave. The 
director propositioned her again. Trish diplomatically 
side stepped him again, telling him she needed a few 
days. When we got in the car she said: "That guy really 
wants to fuck me."

We both laughed nervously, then I asked her how she was 
doing.

"I'm a little sore, but I'll be alright," she answered.

I wanted to ask her a hundred questions, but this was 
my sister, so I changed subjects. "Wanna see the port?" 
I asked. 

There was silence in the car for a couple of minutes, 
then a song I liked came on the radio. I cranked the 
radio and we sang along. After the song had broken the 
ice, we talked about her prior visit, and my visits 
home, and eventually to where she was going to college.

We had dinner on the Queen Mary, then ended up on deck 
after dinner. A cool ocean breeze was coming in. I 
hugged her from behind. She leaned into the hug. I had 
been thinking all day about what I had seen that 
morning. I needed to talk to her about it.

"Trish, can we talk?" I asked.

She mewed, and squirmed a little more into me. My 
stomach was tightening up, and so was my groin. 
"Trish," I said, turning her to face me.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I've been thinking about what I saw this morning. It's 
not easy to say this. You're really hot, and I don't 
mean that like a brother. I mean you're really hot, and 
I'm a man, and I know you're my sister, but..." I 
stopped, not sure what to say next.

"Do you disapprove? Do you hate me?" She asked, with 
panic in her eyes.

"No, no, quite the opposite. I've been having feelings 
for you. I don't know how to ask this..."

She cut me off with a kiss. When she broke the kiss a 
moment later she said: "It's alright, you can ask."

"I want to spend the night with you, in bed."

Her eyes danced a moment. "Wow" she said, "Umm, okay."

She hugged me and a moment of silence passed. "Steve, 
do you have a certain fantasy?" she asked.

"A fantasy?"

"Umm, yeah. We are brother and sister, but if we role-
play this, it won't seem so much like we're just a 
couple of demented... you know what I mean?"

"Okay, let me think a minute."

***

The next day at six in the evening, I walked into the 
strip joint. A naked woman in her mid twenties gyrated 
on the stage. I was hardly seated when a large black 
woman came up and asked me if I wanted company. I 
passed, telling her that I was waiting on someone. She 
went away, looking slightly insulted. I looked around 
the club. 

There were a dozen guys scattered around. Several 
dancers were seated with several of the guys. A 
waitress came over and took my order. By the time she 
arrived, another dancer was onstage. I saw Trish appear 
from behind the stage and disappear into the DJ booth. 
Minutes later, she went backstage again.

When the dancer onstage finished the DJ let the stage 
be empty for a minute. I saw the stage lights lower as 
the stage filled with artificial smoke. The DJ called 
out: "On the main stage, a little lady making a special 
appearance here today, it's Mischa."

Turbo Lover by Judas Priest started blaring from the 
speakers. Trish appeared in the smoke, raised to stage 
level by a lift in the stage. Trish then put on one 
hell of a show, moving in time to the music. She was 
wearing a white teddy, the top portion of which came 
off during the song. Several guys flocked to the stage. 
She went to each one, shaking her money makers, and 
quickly shoving their dollars mid-stage. 

As the song ended, and a much slower one came on, she 
slipped her panties off. As she started slithering 
around the edge of the stage, half of the guys went up 
to tip her. I went up also. To make it appear I was 
just another customer, I took twenty singles and "made 
it rain" above her when it was my turn.

When she finished onstage, she didn't even bother to 
dress. She came over naked and asked: "Want some 
company?"

"Sure," I answered.

She plopped down in my lap. "So, what's your name?" she 
asked.

"I'm Steve."

She shook my hand. "I'm Mischa, come here often?"

"Every week. I come here to pickup chicks."

"Oh, really?" she laughed, "did it ever work?"

"No, I'm a pathetic loser."

"Awww," she said as she kissed my chin, "I think you're 
cute. Do you want a private dance?"

"Actually, I got a great room at the Marriott. Do you 
give performances out of the club?"

"I charge by the hour."

"Okay, when can you be ready?"

"I'll need a bit to wash up and dress. How about if I 
meet you there?"

I gave her a card from the hotel. She got up and went 
to the dressing room. I got up and left the club.

Forty minutes later, she knocked on the hotel room 
door. I opened the door and saw her in a black cocktail 
dress. "Did someone order some takeout?" she asked.

"I sure did. Would you like to come in?"

She walked in and looked out the window. I was on the 
twelfth floor. There was a nice view. 

"This is really nice," she said before she turned and 
placed her hands on my shoulders. She caressed my 
chest, then started taking my shirt off. In minutes she 
had me undressed. She pushed me back onto the bed, then 
slipped her dress off. She wasn't wearing anything 
under it. She draped her dress over a chair, then 
climbed on the bed. 

She climbed up on top of me. We began kissing gently. I 
rolled her over and began making love to her, kissing 
her nose, ears, and neck. Eventually, I moved down, 
licking and sucking each nipple. After I had suckled on 
her a bit I moved down her stomach to her pussy. As I 
put my mouth on her pussy for the first time she hissed 
as she arched her back and placed her feet on my 
shoulders. 

She began moaning softly as I worked her lips and clit 
with my tongue. Her moaning grew louder and she gripped 
my hair with her hand each time I ran my tongue over 
her clit. Her breathing grew quicker and I could tell 
she was building to orgasm. I worked her clit some 
more. She made stifled mini screams, then suddenly cut 
loose as her orgasm hit. 

I backed off, then moved to mount her. She smiled as I 
positioned myself. She moaned contentedly as I entered 
her. She wrapped her arms around me and we began 
kissing intently as I began pumping her. Her legs 
encircled my waist and our lovemaking became gentle and 
intense at the same time. It didn't take me long to cum 
inside her, which caused her to gasp. 

We laid still for a couple of minutes, but I stayed 
hard and in her. I began pumping her again. She worked 
my shoulders with her fingers. We continued kissing. 
She began breathing harder, then her second orgasm hit. 
I stopped for a minute to let her orgasm subside, then 
I began again. Minutes later, my second orgasm hit. I 
pulled out and lay beside her. She draped a leg over me 
and began caressing my face and head with a finger. In 
a voice just above a whisper she said: "I've dreamed 
about this since I was eleven."

"Really?" I asked.

"Um-hum," she confirmed.

"Was it as good as you hoped?"

"Better" she answered with a kiss. "You were great."

We made love deep into the night, and everyday for the 
remainder of her vacation. We got together two weekends 
a month, then decided that it would be easier if she 
transferred to a school closer to me. Of course, we had 
to tell our parents. Predictably, they were blindsided. 
Surprisingly, Karen became our advocate after she 
pointed out that we had been doing the deed for nearly 
a year without Trish getting pregnant. She gave her 
blessing, then the others begrudgingly fell in line. 

Marriage is out of the question, but what is more 
important is to have a loving, dedicated, caring 
partner.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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