tagIncest/TabooA Back Rub For Julia Ch. 01

A Back Rub For Julia Ch. 01

byScott_Free©

All characters in this story are 18+

This is a complete re-write of my first ever attempt at erotic fiction. There is a lot of new material, so if you read it before, you might want to read again. I hope that you enjoy it. Please vote at the end, especially if you enjoyed it. Thanks to Sandy for the edit, and for the help.


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This is not a short story. It is not always a happy story, either. There is some laughter, some tears, and a whole lot of sex. In other words, it is about real life. It is about the choices that young people make, and how those choices affect their lives.

I guess that I should start at the beginning, since that's where all good stories start. My name is Jackson King. I'm eighteen years old, and I've just graduated from high school. I live with my parents, and my little sister, Katie. I call her my little sister, but she's actually eighteen too. No, we aren't twins. She is actually ten months younger than I am. Yeah, mom and dad must have rushed right back into the baby making game. Although she was younger than me, she skipped second grade, so after that we were always in the same grade, sometimes even the same class. If everything works out right, Katie and I will both be attending the University of Michigan together in the fall.

Katie and I have always been close. Sometimes we fight like all siblings do, especially those who are close in age. When we were kids, most of our fights used to be about toys. Now that we are grown, we occasionally argue about the bathroom, and such, but nothing major. The only big fight that we ever had was a couple of years ago when her good friend Jenny tried to date me. Apparently, she was good enough to be Katie's friend, but too much of a skank to date me. I guess that I understand, because I really wouldn't want Katie dating any of my friends. But then, I know exactly what those guys have on their minds, and every one of those horny bastards has hit on her... unsuccessfully.

I guess that I would have to say that Katie is beautiful. After all, I have seen the way that all my friends have been panting after her since she was twelve. That's about the time that she started developing her womanly figure. Katie is kind of short, with wild, long, curly red hair. She is really curvy in all the right places. It's not that I'm checking out my sister, or anything, but I'm not fucking blind. I mean, when she parades around the pool in a little bikini, with her big bubble butt half hanging out, you can't help but notice. Her and her best friend, Julia, are always wrestling with me when we swim, so I often get a close up view.

I have one secret that I would never tell my friends, because they would be so damn jealous: Katie is a back rub-aholic. Every night, for the past few years, she would come into my room, wearing all types of skimpy clothing, and want her nightly back rub. She will lay down, and stare at me with her big green eyes, and I rub her back slowly, and softly. I'll scratch her back with my nails, and she will make the cutest little purrs of satisfaction. Ok. I'll admit it. My ex-girlfriend used to make some of those same noises during sex. But Katie said that it helped her relax, and that it took away her stress. So even if it is a little awkward, I do it anyway. I'd do anything for my little sis.

I mentioned my sister's best friend earlier. Her name is Julia. Not only is she my sister's best friend, but she is also our first cousin. Not only are they best friends, and first cousins, but they were born three days apart in the same hospital. They have been practically attached at their hips ever since birth. Julia is everything most little girls want to be. She is tall, lithe, and beautiful. She was a straight A student, captain of the cheerleading team, and president of the student council. She also skipped a grade, aced the SAT, and got into UCLA with a full academic scholarship. She was the most popular girl in school, and everybody loved her.

She was tons of fun to be around. Almost every straight guy that I knew had a crush on her at one time, or another. I think that even some of our teachers would have married her after graduation. I have to admit, I wasn't immune to her charms. I remember singing Bryan Adams' "I Do It For You" to her when I was eleven. Fortunately, I learned what was right, and what was wrong, and I forgot about my crush on her when I was about twelve.

My life was going perfectly fine, until Julia went on vacation with my family after senior year. We went to our vacation house in Northern Michigan for a week of hiking, swimming, and enjoying the beautiful scenery.

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After what seemed like months of waiting, it was finally the day that we would go on vacation. We had been going up north since I was a baby. Some of my earliest, and happiest memories take place at our vacation house. I would bet that some of my dad's do too, because it originally belonged to his parents, and he's been coming up here since he was a little boy.

My mom and dad are pretty cool, as far as parents go. My dad is a city planner for the city of Detroit. We tease him mercilessly about his job, but he really enjoys it, and he makes pretty good money. He usually works a lot of hours per week. My mom is a freelance garden and landscaping designer. She basically designs outdoor layouts for businesses, or homeowners. A lot of her job involves doing mock ups of her designs on the computer, so that her clients have a better idea what her layouts will look like on their property. Even though she doesn't work for a big design firm, she works a lot. Even when she is at home, she's usually locked away in the den working away on her Mac Pro.

Due to our parent's hectic work schedules, Katie and I have had to learn to take care of ourselves from an early age. I don't mean that we were neglected, by any means. It's just that we never had a stay at home mom to take care of us. This has actually been a blessing in disguise. While we were jealous of our friends who had doting parents when we were small children, we laugh at those same kids now. Those type of parents seem to have a hard time accepting the fact that their children may have grown up, and those kids would probably kill for the amount of freedom that my sister and I take for granted. This has also uniquely prepared us for adulthood. Both of us know how to cook, do laundry, and many other tasks that young people have to learn when they leave the nest. I think that our parent's work schedules have also brought us closer than normal siblings, due to the fact that we have had to depend on each other for so much.

Julia came over last night, and spent the night, so that we could all leave bright and early. Well, it was bright alright, but the early part never happened. It was about ten o'clock when we started loading up my mom's Cadillac Escalade for the four hour ride up I-75 North. The girls came over to talk to me, while my dad was cursing fluently while trying to close the hatch.

"Hi, Jack." Julia smirked a crooked smile at me. Why was she looking at me like that?

"Hi, Julia. Ready for the trip up north?"

"Sure she is," Katie interjected. "Why wouldn't she be?"

I was kind of dumbfounded at the question. Actually, Julia was... was simply stunning. Her shoulder length, light brown hair was streaked through with blond highlights. She wore a light blue tank top, and a darker blue pair of shorts. I use the word 'shorts' loosely. There really wasn't much fabric involved in making them. Not only were they tiny, but they were very tight on her stunning teenage ass. The seam divided her ass cheeks, and highlighted her awesome cheerleader's body. I thought that I could even make out a little camel toe in the front, when she turned just right.

My eyes gazed down her slim body, and back up to her face. Her eyes widened, and I realized I had been staring like I had never seen a girl before. What's more, she realized I had been staring. My own fucking cousin! What the hell was I doing? Instead of being grossed out, or offended by my lewd leering, she seemed to think that it was hilarious.

"Do you like what you see?" She twirled slowly in a tight circle, slowing and posing at strategic intervals to highlight her gorgeous body.

"Ahh..." I mouthed. She and Katie just giggled. Sometimes I fucking hate girls. Instead of belatedly trying to make up a witty comeback, I just shut my trap, and not-so-gracefully made my retreat. Katie seemed to really get a kick out of my reaction to Julia's shorts. After closer examination, Katie's shorts weren't a whole lot more modest. I guess that since they were on my sister, I just didn't notice, at first. Wow, her bubble butt looked really nice in those pink shorts. I just shook my head, because now I was thinking about my sister's ass as well.

Thankfully, we piled in the car a few minutes later, and set out on the long drive from the Detroit area. My mom was listening to her oldies on Sirius satellite radio, dad was ignoring all of us, and Katie and Julia giggled about some guy who tried to talk to Katie, and got shot down mercilessly. I knew the guy, and he was an asshole, so I didn't feel sorry for him in the least.

I quickly emulated my dad by ignoring everyone. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and soon the rhythmic flow of the freeway put me out like a light. I awoke, a couple of hours later, after the most incredible dream. Sandy Curry from the girls' track team was in bed next to me, giving me a hand job. She was a tiny dark-haired beauty with soft brown eyes. She tickled and stroked my cock lightly with a crooked smirk on her face.

A crooked smirk? What the hell?

I awoke with a start, and felt someone running their fingers lightly over my engorged head. This was no dream. I looked down into my lap, and saw a small hand, with powder blue nail polish. It was Julia's hand. Julia was sitting in between Katie and I, in the backseat. I looked at her face, and she didn't even blush. She just winked at me.

"So you really are Katie's BIG brother?" She smiled crookedly at me again, and withdrew her hand from my shlong. The places where her fingers had stroked me seemed to burn with desire. Instantly, my face flushed brilliantly. Only two women had ever touched me there before, and now I was fully erect from my hot cousin's caress. My head was spinning. Feeling this way was obviously WRONG, but my cock didn't know that it was wrong. What the fuck was I doing?

Katie hadn't been paying attention to her cousin's antics, she had been looking out the window. Julia leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Don't you wish that you could have slept just a couple more minutes?" I hated to admit it, but I really did wish that my dream could have had a happy ending. She tapped my sister on the shoulder to get her attention. Katie was staring out the window, like she had been in her own little world.

"What?" she said breathlessly.

"Aren't you glad that Jack's not with Amy any longer?" My girlfriend and I had broken up a little over a month ago. It was kind of a mutual thing. There wasn't any infidelity, or anything like that. Truthfully, our relationship just fell apart, and we both decided that we shouldn't be together any longer.

"Thank god. I hated that fucking skank." Katie had never liked Amy. I don't know why, but they never got along, and had almost gotten into a fist fight several times.

"I think that we should have just beat the shit out of her, then maybe she would have left Jack alone." Julia was much more inclined toward physical violence than my sister. Katie was by no means a fighter, but if anyone could have goaded her into a brawl, it was my ex.

"I wish that we would have held her down and kicked her in the cunt." I was a little shocked to hear my sister say the "C" word.

"Watch your language, young lady." It was my mother who spoke. She tolerated a small amount of profanity from my sister, but never really commented too much on my language. Maybe it was because I usually had enough sense not to curse like a sailor in front of her. Katie on the other hand, had little self control when something aroused her passions. To me, it was an endearing trait. True to her parenting style, my mother turned the radio up, so that she wouldn't have to hear the girls' foul mouths.

"Can I ask you a question, Jack?" Julia had lowered her voice, so I knew that what she was going to say wouldn't be pleasant. One good thing, with all this talk about Amy, my erection had vanished. It was like reverse Viagra, one mention of her name, and it's an instant soft-on. "How did you ever get that stupid twat to shut up long enough to have sex with her?"

My ex was a very pretty girl. She was almost perfect in every way: perfect white teeth, perfect skin, and perfect curly blonde hair. If you didn't know her, you would probably think that her only flaw was the slight limp that she acquired after a near fatal skiing accident her sophomore year. She was hospitalized for two months, and had to repeat a year of school, which allowed us to be classmates. It also gave rise her one of Katie and Julia's not so flattering nicknames for her, Limpy.

Like I said, that was if you didn't know her. Once you hung around her for any length of time, other major flaws would readily become apparent. She talked non-stop. There were no such things as 'comfortable silences.' If she didn't have anything important to talk about, she'd blabber on about stuff that nobody cared about; as if you would forget about her if she didn't speak. To be honest, sex with Amy was less than satisfying. When I lost my virginity to her, I was afraid that my inexperience would make me ejaculate prematurely. I might have fallen victim to this unfortunate condition if I had been able to concentrate at all during sex. She talked the entire time about the most inane subjects. I just tried to ignore her as best I could, and concentrated on the sensations that I was finally experiencing. I finally came after forty minutes of labor and arduous conversation. It was definitely not the experience that I had hoped it would be.

***

My harassment continued for rest of the ride. I was teased mercilessly about Amy, and asked the kind of embarrassing questions that I would normally just walk away from. But since I was cornered, I resorted to man's oldest defense, and started ignoring the girls. After repeated attempts to get me to speak, they relented, and just left me alone. Unfortunately we were only about ten minutes from our destination.

I can tell that the vacation house was built with children in mind. The master bedroom is at the far end of the house. It has it's own bathroom, and is next to the living room. At the opposite end of the house are the other two bedrooms, which shared a single bath. One of the rooms has two twin beds, and the other has a single queen sized bed. I unpacked a weeks worth of clothes, and put them away in my dresser. It was nice to finally be alone. I thought back to the way that Julia had continued to stroke me, even after she plainly knew that I was no longer sleeping. Why did she have to look so damn sexy in those tight, little shorts? My erection had subsided, but the pent up excitement that I had experienced still begged to be let out. I had just started looking for my rattiest t-shirt, when a knock sounded on my bedroom door.

"Jack, get your swimming trunks on, the girls are dying to go to the beach." It was my mom. Damn. A great orgasm would get me in better spirits, but that would have to wait.

"Give me a couple of minutes, Mom. I need to change." I heard my mothers footsteps move down the hall. I pulled my shirt over my head, slid off my shorts and boxers, and searched around in my drawers for my green cargo-style swim trunks. My balls hung heavy with unreleased semen. My cock refused to shrink all the way, instead remaining just excited enough stay thick and full, but not enough to be erect. I thought about how that cold lake water would feel when it splashed up over my crotch, and I almost changed my mind about going. But I was here to have fun this week, and maybe I could pay Julia back for getting me so excited by dunking the shit out of her.

I still needed a towel, so I went out into the hall to the linen closet. That's when I caught sight of Katie and Julia. My cousin was bent over at the waist, rummaging through a lower shelf, looking at the beach towels. She wore a transparent red wrap over top of her tiny yellow bikini. These wraps are supposed to be used to modestly cover up a swimsuit, but the clingy one that she wore had the exact opposite effect. It had rode up over her hips when she had bent over, so I had a perfect view of her teenaged ass. The fabric of her swimsuit was so tight that it looked as if it were painted on. It was wedged tightly up into her ass crack. To make matters even worse, she has spread her legs a tiny bit, clearly revealing every line and curve of pussy. I was instantly hard in my shorts. She glanced over her shoulder at me casually, and Katie giggled. I flushed spectacularly at being busted; again.

"See you in the car, big guy." Julia smiled coyly as she flipped her towel over her shoulder. She paused to smooth her wrap over her hips, and glided past me, and out of the room.

Katie paused, her eyes lingering first on my erectness, then on my blazing face. She imitated her cousin by smoothing my t-shirt that she had somehow acquired to wear over her suit, and stalked out of the room after our her best friend.

I was left alone with just the towels and my hard on. I strategically placed a towel in front of my boner, so that I could go out to the car without embarrassment. I purposely walked over to the side that Katie was sitting on, and opened the door.

"Scoot over!" I ordered. She positively beamed.

"Get in on the other side, dork." Katie pulled her door shut in my face. My mom looked at me like I had lost my mind, so I walked around the other side of the car, and got in.

Julia smiled. This time her grin wasn't crooked at all. It looked hungry; predatory, like how a tiger might smile at it's next meal. I smiled back, but there was no confidence behind it. All this fucking smiling was making me uncomfortable. When I looked back, Katie was smiling too. A big shit-eating grin. I could have cried.

The drive to the lake was uneventful. We parked, and the girls hurried down to the water, flip-flops flipping and flopping on their feet. I carried our cooler down to a picnic table where the girls had laid out their towels. I slipped my towel from my crotch, glad that my erection was gone. My mom, who wasn't swimming, settled in at the picnic table with a book that she had been reading.

Katie and Julia were both noisily splashing around in the water. Katie in her blue one-piece, and Julia in her tiny yellow bikini. I walked down and put a toe in the water, and I found out why the girls were squealing: it was freezing cold. Damn, that's going to hurt going around my full ball sack. I started slowly into the water, but submerging myself inch by inch was torture. The girls paused in their frolicking to watch my discomfort. Fuck it. As soon as the water was deep enough, I dove in.

As soon as I came up to the surface, both girls started splashing me. Naturally, I splashed back, only bigger and faster. I focused on Julia first, then I turned on Katie. As I was splashing my redheaded sister, Julia jumped on my back. She locked her legs around my waist, then rocked back and forth, trying in vain to dunk me into the water.

"Get him, Katie!" she screamed into my ear. It was then that I felt the most amazing feeling; she was grinding her hard teenaged nipples into my back. They felt like little pebbles on top of her firm, handful-sized breasts. It's been a little while since my girlfriend and I had broken up, and these sensations felt wonderful, especially after the incident in the car.

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