Hidden Thoughts

*********AUTHOR'S NOTE***********

Adam has long kept his incestuous fantasies about his younger sister safely locked up in his private wank bank but her promiscuous behaviour doesn't make it easy. Will his dream of screwing his sister ever become a reality?

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WALLS HAVE EARS

Adam lay awake, only the light from his phone illuminated the room as he scrolled through the incest category of his favourite pornsite. His parents were long asleep and Adam would normally have joined them in the Land of Nod, but tonight was Saturday and his sister, Paula was not yet home.

Adam knew there was a good chance she'd be bringing a guy home. It had been three weeks since the last one and by his reckoning she was overdue. Incest porn was OK, but he knew they were just roleplaying and that kinda spoilt it a bit. For Adam, a far better thrill was to press his ear to the wall and savour the sounds of his own sister being fucked. It was diluted down incest, if indeed wanking to your sister's moans even qualified as incest. Probably not but it was close enough.

1:05 am, just as hopes faded he heard the front door open and twin footsteps quietly creeping upstairs. Her parents didn't mind her bringing guys home as long as she was quiet and respectful, Adam wasn't too keen on the quiet bit. Hushed, barely distinguishable voices drifted through his bedroom wall, it was time to put the phone away and get a tissue ready.

Paula was 19 and had been having the odd one night stand for about a year. Tonight, as so often, she had chosen a guy in his mid-twenties. She liked them older, they had both more experience and a mental maturity you rarely found in teen guys.

Adam couldn't see him, but he didn't need to, Paula was very predictable. All her lovers fitted a similar profile, tall, muscular men with chiselled features who wear confidence as if it were cologne. They were the type of man Adam felt he could never be, which is why at 21 he was scrolling porn on a Saturday night. Paula had had more sausage than granny's toad-in-the-hole while Adam had but one short relationship years ago.

Adam pressed his ear to the wall but could hear little. He rightly guessed they would be stripping right about now. In fact, both of them were already down to their underwear. Paula looked on excitedly as her lover finally exposed his cock, she wasn't disappointed. A long groan soon drifted into Adam's room she was on her knees with lips around his shaft.

He was half right, she definitely had a mouthful, but he was spread upon the bed as Paula slowly worked his cock from tip to base savouring each bump and bulging vein that rippled upon her palate, her tongue tracing his full length like a blind man's finger reading braille. In her sweet young yet experienced mouth his erection hardened to its painful fullest.

Adam was straining to hear anything, only being treated to the occasional groan of her lover. He wanted to bang on the wall and scream, "Get on with it," but this wasn't the internet, he couldn't skip the boring bits just wait and wonder if she realised how thin the walls were.

Adam's impatient cock twitched at his sister's giggle. He pictured her sprawled on her bed holding her lover's head down as he returned the favour thrusting her hips into his willing face. He wasn't far wrong, Paula was squirming in delight as his tongue swirlled around her clitoris like a dancer around a tiny Maypole twirling to the song of her squeals and moans.

Foreplay, although pleasurable was short, a polite courtesy to break the bedroom ice. Paula knew a one night stand wanted one thing and that wasn't hours of foreplay.

"So, how do you want me?" she asked as she seductively stoked her pussy allowing one finger to slip inside to demonstrate her wetness.

"I bet you love it from behind, don't you?" he replied, "All blondes do."

Paula smiled and took the position arching her back and jutting her rear into the air. He could see from her effortless movements that despite her youth she was sexually confident. Her slender pink pussy called him upon the bed as she gently swayed enticingly on the sheets.

Adam could hear every word, perhaps they'd whisper if they knew his ear was squashed against the wall. He prayed her lover was well hung for while average guys made her gasp and pant it was the bigger guys that drove the moans from her lips. A long groan as she was penetrated told him his wish had come true.

Paula delighted in the fully stretched feeling, his tip gently kissing her cervix at his deepest thrusts. His large firm hands cradled her waist pulling her onto him with each long deep plunge of his cock. Adam's own cock danced in painful twitches with each moan until he could bear no more and took matters to hand.

Each twang of bedspring, knock of headboard, grunt, groan and moan painted a picture in Adam's head as he shuffled away in time to her lover's thrusts. His tissue filled long before Paula's pussy. Adam retired to bed, his cock still aching from his orgasm got no rest as her climatic squeals ordered it to twitch jealously.

Eventually, peace came with a long drawn-out masculine groan. Adam knew Paula was taking his seed, he wondered what it must be like for a woman to feel that sweet explosion.

Paula's lover didn't stay for breakfast, they never did. A kiss goodbye and he was away before the rest of the family woke. Everyone at the table knew she had a lover last night but no one spoke of it. Paula herself looked more perky than normal, even if Adam never heard last night he could have guessed she'd been fucked for it always brought out a certain glow.

Her short blonde hair was still messy, brushed only with her fingers and her black bra showed through the old white blouse she had chucked on for breakfast. Adam tried not to stare but treated himself to a sly momentary gaze and pondered if she still held his semen.

"I didn't hear you come home last night," said the mother, "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, it was a good night," replied Paula.

Adam wondered if the mother was telling the truth or saving her daughter from embarrassment. He resisted the urge to tell her he was awake and heard all, he doubted it would go down well.

THE SOFA SHOW

Work was quiet so Adam decided to take a half day. He was to meet up with friends that night for a few pints so a few hours rest sounded good. As he entered the house he heard his sister's favourite album playing so he knew she was home. The door between the hallway and the lounge was half open and as Adam peered around he saw his neighbour with his sister.

Over twice her age and weight and definitely not the best-looking guy, Adam could barely believe what he was seeing.

He'd known this guy for years, he was married and a good friend of their father. What the hell was Paula doing with him?

Both were fully dressed, but his jeans were crumpled halfway down his thighs as he lay upon her on the sofa. Paula had her arms loosely draped around his shoulders as his head lay by her side kissing her neck.

Her legs were pulled up and locked around his waist intertwining at the ankles. The leather of her shoes squeaked as they rubbed together as his hairy buttocks clapped with each slow thrust into her squirming writhing body.

Adam knew he should have backed away slowly and quietly but he was frozen to the spot. He was yet unnoticed and feared any movement would draw their attention. He stood silent and motionless in the doorway with only his swelling cock moving praying they couldn't hear his thumping heart.

Paula softly panted, clawing at his back as he worked his magic. His swaying hips moved in random circles as his buttocks tightened with each gentle thrust until he let out his victory cry. As his cock shuddered and spluttered he lifted his head and looked directly at Adam. Everything froze.

"FUCK, How long have you been there?"

"A few seconds," lied Adams.

He pulled out and hurriedly pulled his jeans up, "It's not what it looks like."

Paula quickly pulled her skirt down, "You could have fucking knocked."

"Door was open, no one knocks on their own lounge door."

"I better be going," stuttered the neighbour before hurrying off.

"Ah, Jesus fucking Christ, what you doing back early?" she asked as if it were his fault.

"Took a half day. Kevin? You can get any guy, why Kevin?"

"I can do what I want," she snapped.

"Yeah I know, but Kevin? Does Dad know?"

"NO, and for fuck sake don't tell him or anyone."

Adam was so tempted to demand a fuck right there and then. He knew the porn script well but he hesitated, this was the real world after all and with his luck, it wouldn't end well.

"Take it it's been going on a while?"

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Paula sighed, "About a year."

"Bloody hell, you kept that quiet? Knew you liked them older but..."

"I was going through a bad patch, didn't want to talk to mam and dad. Don't know why but he was just easier to talk to. One evening I went around when his wife was out. We had a few drinks, quite a few if I'm honest. I don't know why but he said the right things, made me feel better and then he made me a woman. You're not going to tell Dad are you?"

"No, I won't say a thing. You mean he raped you when you were drunk?"

"No, no, I knew what I was doing just, you know, my inhibitions were kinda lower than normal."

"I thought Peter was your first."

"I lost my virginity to Peter but my innocence to Kevin a month earlier."

"Innocence?" asked Adam confused.

"You know, the other way."

"Anal?"

"Yes, Anal," replied Paula sharply, "He didn't want to take my virginity out of respect for his wife so he, well used the backdoor."

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Suddenly it dawned on Adam what he really witnessed, "Respect? So he told his wife then?"

"It's complex."

"Fair enough. Obviously not just a one-off thing though."

"I found it surprisingly pleasurable, he was gentle yet...oh I don't really know, I said to myself never again but there'd come a time when I felt I needed it and I'd end up back in his bed."

"Or our sofa. Dad could have easily have caught you, you know."

An image of Paula getting spit roasted by her dad and Kevin filled his mind. He tried to dismiss it as crazy porn shit and store it in his wankbank for later.

"No one's supposed to be back for hours," she replied.

"Bet Kevin's bricking it now," laughed Adam, "Seriously though, I won't say anything."

Paula saw a chance to turn the tables, "Since we're being open about sex, why don't you bring girls home? Are you gay?"

Adam was slightly offended she'd think that "No, I just don't meet many girls looking for sex."

"Bollocks, we're all looking for cock. What's the real reason?"

Adam hesitated a moment, "It's not that easy if you're not Chad Thundercock."

"For fuck sake, you've just caught me with a 45-year-old cock up my arse. Does Kevin look like Chad Thundercock to you?"

"You know what I mean, most girls don't guys go for guys like me," he replied hoping for a pity fuck."

Paula didn't bite but she did make a suggestion, "Come with us on Friday, we're going to The Black Ox, right gobble box that place if you know what I mean.

THE GLORY HOLE.

Adam had driven past the Black Ox many country times. It was a typical country pub situated on the long road between two insignificant villages. Although he'd never been in he always imagined it to be an old man's pub full of granddads clutching their pints of bitter behind a newspaper.

To his surprise, hidden out of sight at the back was a large beer garden and it was here at a table nestled against a wisteria trellis that Paula introduced him to her friend Jenny. They'd met before and although she was a nice girl she wasn't exactly Adam's cup of tea, being somewhat big-boned and brash.

It was one of those warm long summer evenings just made for sitting outside but as time passed Adam couldn't help but wonder why his sister had brought him here. Surely his presence would ruin her chances of getting cock tonight.

Suddenly something caught Paula's eye, "To your left, third table. Girl in the green dress. I think she's going to go for it. She keeps looking over," she said to her friend.

Jenny looked as discretely as she could but Adam remained oblivious to what was going on.

"What's she looking at, there's nothing there?" he asked.

"That old woodshed leaning against the pub. It's a glory hole."

"You're kidding me."

"No, straight up. Just a thin sheet of board between it and one of the cubicles in the gents. Looks like they just nailed a plywood sheet over an old doorway during the renovations."

"And the pub just decided to drill a glory hole?" replied Adam sarcastically.

"No one knows who made it. I don't even think the owners know what's going on," added Jenny."

The girl in the green dress suddenly got up and casually walked towards the shed as if she were heading back to the pub. As she passed it she quietly sidestepped inside vanishing out of view. Despite her attempts at discretion, her actions did not go unnoticed by others.

"So how does she know there's going to be a dick poking through the hole?" asked Adam still sceptical.

"Guys have probably been poking it through for ages hoping to get lucky," replied Jenny, "Once one girl does it others soon follow."

Five minutes later she emerged smiling and scuttled back to her giggling friends. Almost instantly a girl from another table disappeared into the shed. "Told you so, " smiled Jenny taking a sip of cider.

"I take it you two aren't strangers to it?"

"It's a good laugh," replied Jenny, "You going for a gobble tonight Paula?"

"Of course."

"You not worried some wrinkly 80-year-old floppy dick is going to pop through?"

"It's a lottery but you've got to do whatever you find, it's an unwritten rule, "replied Paula, "Spoils it for everyone once people do that."

"If you want a go it's the far cubicle, can't guarantee who'll suck you off though. Could be that granny over there," laughed Jenny.

Adam hoped it would be Paul but he knew that was a stupid fantasy. When ten minutes later she nipped into the shed he knew his chance had passed. All he could do was sit awkwardly with Jenny while his sister pleasured an unknown guy.

"Have you been to a glory hole before?" asked Jenny sensing his discomfort.

"Didn't think they were actually real. Just an urban legend."

"To be fair, this is the only one I know of. I wonder if it's more an American thing so they can suck dick without getting shot."

Adam laughed, "Wonder who first took the risk of sticking his dick through that hole. How did you discover it?"

"Friend told me about it. I thought it was bullshit at first but then I followed her in. Next thing I know, this hard-on came through the wall. You'll find most girls here learned about it that way."

Adam wondered who introduced his sister and what her reaction was. That innocuous little shed must have dozens of tales it could tell. "You never get scared?"

"Always in the back of your mind, you'll get caught. But as for the guy, nah a wall's probably the definition of safe sex."

"Do guys ever go in the shed?"

"You looking to give a bit head?"

"No, no, just curious."

"Or are you scared it won't be a woman when you stick your dick through? We could always whistle a warning or something."

Adam laughed nervously, "I'd probably get some serial cock collector with a pair of rusty shears. Is it ok to peep through the hole first?"

"It's considered against the spirit of the game if not the rules."

"There's rules?"

"Not really, more like unwritten conventions you kinda pick up, like don't try and prolong it."

"It sounds popular, I wouldn't have thought that many women would be into it."

"You mean women like your sister?"

"Yeah among others."

"I'd say at least half the woman you see here now pop in there occasionally. Usually at first, they have a bit too much to drink then they're egged on by their mates. Once they've done it once most do it again."

Adam knew his mother occasionally drunk in here, he wondered how much she knew about what went on. "Is there an age range that goes in the shed?"

"Mostly girls in their twenties but you do get the odd older wannabe MILF go in. Not that unusual for someone on their 18th birthday party to be roped into it."

Before he could ask more, Paula returned with a smug look on her face and downed half a glass of Chardonnay in one go. Adam would have loved her to tell the tale but he thought asking would sound creepy. If what Jenny said was true, most women in the beer garden would have known what Paula had just done. He knew many would have known she was his sister and he couldn't help but wonder what they thought of his presence.

"You giving it a go tonight Jenny?" asked Paula.

"Might go later. Been trying to convince your brother to give it a shot."

"Go on," replied Paula, "Looking directly at Adam, "It's only a blowjob, everyone does it."

"He's scared someone will chop it off," laughed Jenny.

"For fucksake, there's at least forty people out here, do you really think anyone's going to risk doing a Bobbit?"

"I don't know the protocol," replied Adam.

"Protocol? It's a fucking hole in the wall, it's not rocket science."

Jenny chipped in, "Look another girl's went into the shed. Trust me you're guaranteed to get a blow job tonight, what you got to lose?"

"Tell you what," said Paula, "If you do it we'll point out who sucked you off afterwards."

For all his incestuous fantasies, Adam still felt uneasy discussing sexual matters with his sister. He was the older of the two yet she spoke with a confidence that shone a spotlight on his sexual anxieties for all the world to see. The two girls stared at him like they were waiting for him to take his first bite of sushi.

"Which cubicle is it again?"

"One on the very end, go on, see if it's free."

Adam headed back into the pub wondering how many in the garden sensed his intentions. He could of course just sit in another cubicle for five minutes and lie to his sister. But what if Jenny was planning to be that girl? A dickless glory hole would mean she knew he bottled it. Ok, she wasn't the prettiest thing but isn't that what walls are for?

"You think he'll go for it?" asked Jenny, "He seems a little apprehensive. Perhaps you should go hold his hand."

"Didn't you notice his boner when he got up? No matter what he says or thinks, that dick is going to take him to the glory hole."

"Nah, he'll come back and say it's occupied."

Adam entered the toilets, all the cubicles were free bar the end one. He knew what must be going on behind that thin MDF door and wondered how many of the men gathered around the urinal knew. The question was what to do? He couldn't just stand waiting for that one cubicle to become free when so many were empty, that would look suspicious. In fact, were those guys pointing Percy at the porcelain just waiting their turn?

He was about to chicken out and sit in another cubicle when suddenly he heard a flush and the door flew open. This was it, a second to choose, now or never. A quick step and he was inside. He breathed a sigh of relief and waited for his heart to stop thumping. To his left, barely three feet off the floor, there it was. As wide as a teacup it looked to all the world as if had been cut for a water pipe. No light shone through and only the gentlest of breezes told it led to the outside.

Fear or not his cock was achingly hard. He had come this far it would be a shame to back out now. Dropping his trousers he lowered himself down the wall and penetrated the darkness. Nothing, "this is stupid," he thought, "they're just winding me up." A dark thought entered his head, what if it wasn't a glory hole? What if girls went in the shed for a completely innocent reason?