tagIncest/TabooSummer with Sister

Summer with Sister

byMrKittyLuver©

(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and, as such, does not reflect any actual events. Character resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed engaging in any sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. If depictions of any form of non- or semi-consensual sex offends or bothers you in any way, perhaps consider that the phrase "Reader Discretion Advised" may apply to you. The author does not condone any of his demented fantasies being played out in reality unless all parties involved are of legal age, sound mind and fully agreeable to the scenario beforehand. Please, remember it's just a story and try to not take it too seriously. Relax and enjoy the ride!)

Summer With Sister


Pelting rain cascaded in drenching sheets across the window of our hotel room high above the shadow-cloaked city my family had chosen as our home-away-from-home for summer vacation. My parents were in the room next door settling in for an early night of sleep after our long drive, and my sister and I were grousing at the weather and wondering what to do with our spoiled evening. It looked like it was going to be the worst first day of vacation ever. Even my wildest fantasies could not prepare me for the crazy adventure I was about to embark upon.

"Just my luck," my sister, Kate, said, letting the curtain fall back over the black night outside, "we go on vacation just in time to enjoy the worst storm in years! Like, what the fuck, Jack? Why couldn't it have rained last week when we weren't here?"

"Yeah. It really sucks," I grimaced in agreement, brushing my short, sandy brown hair back from my forehead. "We can't even get a real wifi connection right now, thanks to this stupid rain. Shit must have knocked out some wires somewhere."

Kate flopped down on the bed beside me, folding her hands docilely in her lap. Her normally coffee-brown eyes looked nearly as black as the storm clouds swirling outside. "Well, big brother, we need a plan. I don't want to just sit here bitching, and I'm sure not ready for bed."

"No internet, can't go any-god-damned-where and the only channels working on tv are the pay-per-view porn," my sister interrupted with a disgusted noise. "I'm not hungry or anything..." I paused and looked at the ceiling for guidance, then shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"No fair!" Kate giggled and gave my arm a sisterly punch. "I asked you first!"

"I don't want to do anything lame and boring like playing cards," I considered, "but some kind of game might be fun."

"Sure, why the fuck not. Not like we have anything else to do," she said, cocking her head to the side, her straight, chocolate hair spilling across her shoulder. "What kind of game do you have in mind, bro?"

I thought for a bit longer, then grinned wickedly as a mischievous idea oozed through my synapses. "My friend, Steve, showed me a game the other day, but I don't know if you can handle it," I said, casting that baiting statement out like a master angler.

She gave me a weird look. "Of course I can handle it, dummy. It's just a game, right?"

"Well, sort of..." I let my voice trail away suggestively, playing my lure expertly. I've always been good at coaxing Kate into getting into trouble with me and doing things just outside of her comfort zone.

"What do you mean, 'sort of'?" She seemed really intrigued now, bouncing on the bed where she sat and grabbing at my arm pleadingly. "Tell me! Come on! Please?"

"No. You've never drank before." I shook my head, letting her think I was taking the offer away. "I'm pretty sure you couldn't handle it. Maybe we should just play charades or something"

"Charades?" She looked irritated. "Are you fucking kidding me? I've drank some before."

"Really? When?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"My birthday last year. Remember I went to Jenny's for that sleepover with her and Brooke?" She looked smug as she revealed her secret. "We broke into her mom's stash of wine coolers and kept daring each other to drink more and stuff. I must have drank, like, five of them. I got pretty wasted before we all passed out all over the floor of her bedroom." Kate stifled a laugh as she remembered, "Jenny got sick in the middle of the night and we found her the next morning curled up around her toilet with puke in her hair! Thank goodness Jenny's mom sleeps with Prince Ambien. Gave us plenty of time to clean everything up and hide the evidence."

"Wine coolers?" I scoffed, forcing back a fantasy about what some tipsy high school girls might get up to at a slumber party. "Wow! So hardcore."

She punched my arm again, less playfully. "Dick! I'm only a year younger than you. It's not like I'm some innocent little kid! The summer before last, me and Brooke and her boyfriend and his brother drank a bunch of beer that day we went camping up at the lake. Brooke's dad said we could have them as long as we weren't being a pain in the ass and went to bed before he did. Bet you didn't know that!"

"No, I didn't," I said, impressed. "I couldn't go with you guys because mom and dad took me to that baseball game, remember? You're still a pretty cool chick, I guess."

"Thank you," she accepted graciously. "You don't have to act like you're so mature just because you're in college now."

"So, you think you can handle some real drinks? Not that lame-ass, girly beer and wine cooler bullshit," I said, getting off the bed and crossing to the mini-fridge. I pulled out one of the bottles I knew mom had put in there earlier and displayed it to Kate. "Vodka. The real stuff. Want to learn how to play quarters? It'll be a good game for you to know when you start college next year. Unwrap a couple of those cups over there and bring them to the table."

"Mom and dad will know we drank that!" She looked scandalized.

"Let me worry about that," I replied calmly. "I'll figure something out later. I've got some money. Just get the cups, please."

She rolled her eyes and got up to obey as I pulled the little table away from the corner and set the bottle on it. I sat down in the chair with my back to the window and gestured for her to sit opposite me. "Give me one cup and keep the other. Usually you play quarters with shot glasses, so these short, wide cups will basically be easy mode for your first time. Now, the basic idea is very simple," I explained, producing a coin from my pocket. "You take this quarter and try to bounce it off the table and into the other guy's cup." I demonstrated the action with a quick downward move of my arm. The coin made a single metallic "ping!" as it hit the table and flew towards her, just clearing the rim and causing the coin to rattle to a stop in the bottom of her cup. "If you make it, your opponent has to drink and you get to take another shot. If you miss, you pass the coin. Easy, right?"

She fished the coin out and judged the distance between her hand and my cup. With a sudden motion, the coin flicked off the table and landed inside her target. "Yeah. Easy." She smiled at me, "does that mean you drink?"

I nodded and poured a small measure of liquid after turning the coin out into my palm. "Sure. Why not? We can let that count." The alcohol was a trickle of fire down my throat and I exhaled sharply before setting my cup back in place. "Go again," I wheezed, sliding the coin back across to her.

She smirked and took another toss, but her shot missed wide and bounced to the floor. "Damn," she pouted cutely. "Your turn."

I lined up my shot carefully, then bounced the coin into her cup. "Yes!" I held the bottle of vodka out to pour her drink and watched with amusement as she swallowed the whole mouthful and nearly choked in a spluttering fit of coughing.

"Oh my god! That's awful," she exclaimed after she could catch her breath. "Why do people drink that stuff?"

"Aww, don't be a pussy!" I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her a challenging look, "I thought you said you could handle it."

"Shut up! I can totally handle it," she shot back. "It's only vodka. It just tastes nasty."

"I know," I leaned towards her conspiratorially, "but it's pretty cool drinking with mom and dad in the other room, isn't it? They would kill us if they knew."

"They'd kill you," she grinned broadly. "I'm daddy's little angel and I'll just tell them that you made me drink it. I didn't really want to. It was all your idea."

I gave her a purse-lipped nod. "I see how it is. Rat me out to save your own hide?"

"You better believe it," she winked and blew me a kiss.

"Bitch." I quickly bounced the coin into her cup. "Just for that, you have to drink."

"You asshole!" She retrieved the quarter and held her cup out for another pour. "I'm going to make you pay for this."

"Only if I miss," I told her smugly, tipping out more of the clear fluid. I set the bottle down and took the coin back, waiting for her to empty her cup.

"Shit! This stuff is so foul." She took a deep breath and pinched her nose, then tossed the liquid into her mouth and swallowed quickly. "And it burns going down," she coughed out, trying to catch her breath again. "The wine coolers tasted so much better."

"You'll get used to it," I winked at her.

"You're such a bad influence on me," she said with a wry smile and put her cup back on the table. I had the coin flying across into her cup almost before she had taken her hand from it. "Hey! No fair! You're too good at this." She frowned as I picked up the bottle and wiggled it at her. "You need some kind of handicap to make things even."

I poured her another drink, then leaned back in my chair and stroked at the thin beard I'd been trying to coax into growing on my chin. "Hmmmm. I'll give you a choice, dear sister. Either I have to pass it after making five shots in a row, or you get to give me double drinks when you make it. Which one you want?"

"How about both?" She arched her eyebrow at me as she put her cup back down. Her normally pale cheeks were getting very pink and flushed as the vodka flowed through her system.

"I don't think so," I laughed humorlessly. "I'm not that good. Pick one."

After several moments consideration, she finally said, "double drinks. I don't think you can keep making it."

I calmly "ping!"ed the coin off the table and into her cup again, then cocked an eyebrow at her. "Really?"

She raised a single finger salute as I gave her a refill. "You're such a dick, Jack. You should be nicer to your little sister. I can help you get laid." She downed her drink, then fanned her face with her hands. "Whew! I'm getting warm. Can we turn on a fan or something?"

"Sure," I replied, ignoring her jab at my sex life, or rather, the lack thereof, and got up to adjust the thermostat. "Maybe you should take off that heavy sweatshirt."

"That's a good idea," she nodded and pulled the shapeless grey mass over her head. "You're going to have to deal with me sitting here in my bra, though." She adjusted the undergarment to sit more comfortably and said, "that's much better."

I leered at her exposed flesh, and commented, "I agree."

"Eww! You fucking perv! Give me a shirt, then, if you're going to be like that."

"Fuck, Kate! I'm just kidding." I sat back across from her and picked up the quarter, pretending not to notice the soft jiggle of her perky boobies behind the white lace edge of her light blue bra. I thought she was just a B-cup, but apparently she'd grown some since I'd left home for dorm life. "You're my little sister!"

"Yeah, and that's just gross." She put her hands in front of her tits and turned away a bit, "I don't want my brother ogling me like that."

"Oh," I joked, "and how would you like me to ogle you?"

"Ha ha," she said dryly, "very fucking funny. Dick."

"Bitch." I returned matter-of-factly. "Are you ready to lose some more?"

She moved her cup to the very edge of the table as far from me as it was possible for it to get and grinned. "Sure. Go for it."

I slid my chair back a bit and even leaned for extra distance between me and the cup. "Challenge shot!" I cried, and tossed the quarter. The coin flew through the air and "ping!"ed off the table once more, but this time it missed long and bounced off the taut, pale skin of Kate's right breast.

"Ow! Fuck! You did that on purpose, you pervert!" She gave me a shocked look and hid her chest with her arms. "That's it, I'm putting on a fucking shirt!"

"No!" I insisted firmly, "no, that wasn't on purpose. I promise. I was throwing from way back here. Of course it's going to fly super far. You don't need to put a shirt on, really." I sincerely hoped she wouldn't.

She considered my words dubiously for a moment, then picked up the quarter. "Fine, but watch where you're throwing this thing. That kinda hurt." She rubbed at the spot at the inside of her cleavage where a small, round mark was darkening from pink to red.

"Sorry." I grinned at her, "they do make a nice target, though."

"Eww. Stop it!" She chastised, biting her lip. Then she smiled demurely and batted her eyelashes at me, obviously proud of her charms and pleased at the compliment, even if it was from me. "Thank you," she giggled, pulling her shoulders back and shimmying them from side to side, displaying her softly swaying boobs to me.

"Well if you're going to show them to me, I'm going to look," I said, staring at her lush bosom.

She squeezed them together with her biceps and chuckled, then flicked the coin my way while I was distracted. It settled into my cup easily and she smirked at my disbelief. "Drink up, brother, dear. And, don't forget, it's a double for you."

"Oh, yeah, that's right." I poured out an extra dollop for myself and gulped it down, trying not to choke. I hoped she didn't manage too many of those, because double shots of vodka were pretty rough, and a plan was taking shape in my hormone-soaked mind that required me to be mostly sober.

Kate giggled again and said, "I think I want some music. Where's my phone?" I could hear a faint slur in how she was pronouncing some of her words and knew the vodka was starting to hit her good.

I pulled mine out of my pocket and opened up the music app, starting up a newly downloaded playlist a friend of mine had recommended as being 'guaranteed to get girls horny'. The phone struggled a bit with the bassy notes, but a steady, insistent beat pulsed from the tiny speakers. "Good?"

She was already wriggling and bouncing in time to the music. "Hell, yeah, bro!"

"So, it's my turn, right?"

"No," she looked confused for a second, then shook her head. "I don't think so, mister double-shot."

"Damn," I thumped the table in faux irritation, "I was hoping you'd forgot."

"No such luck," she returned and began lining up her next toss. To my satisfaction, she missed short and knocked my cup over. "Well, fuck."

"Indeed." I set my cup upright and took aim with the coin. Another hard bounce landed it right into her cup and I smiled up at her. "Another drink for you, I'm afraid."

She blew a thick strand of auburn hair up off her forehead and said, "sure is." She shook her head a bit and grinned broadly. "Whew! I am so fucked. You need to drink a few!" Kate watched me blearily as I poured out her drink and then she leaned over to swallow it. The cup hit the table hard as she slammed it down and proclaimed, "I need to use the bathroom."

I grunted acknowledgement as I waved her away then picked up the quarter. I watched her denim-clad bottom swish as she meandered her way to the toilet, then I bolted across the room once the door had clicked shut and dug through my bag for my better speakers. I hoped she'd get more in the mood I wanted if the music on this magic playlist sounded better. As I plugged them in, the music surged to life, thumping around the room.

"I don't know what the fuck you just did," she said over the sound of the toilet flushing, "but I like it." She came out of the bathroom dancing, wiggling her now blue-panty-clad bottom as she enjoyed the rhythm. "Sorry, but those jeans were starting to annoy me. Hope you don't mind."

I moved past her into the bathroom. "I don't mind, but now I have to pee, too."

"Need me to hold it for you?" She quipped, her voice pitched low enough that she obviously thought I couldn't hear it.

I struggled to keep my face straight as I closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror as I emptied my bladder and let the thoughts I'd been toying with for the last while finally firm up in my mind. I was going to fuck my little sister. I knew people thought it was strange, but I'd been wanting to for years and could never work up the courage to try. We used to mess around when we were little, but mom and dad stopped us playing house before it could get that far, so I could never get into a situation that would let me try again before tonight. I hoped she'd still be into the idea like she used to be and wouldn't just freak out. I wondered if I should feed her more alcohol or maybe try to talk her into taking one of dad's muscle relaxers so she'd pass out and not be able to turn me down, but I decided instead to try my luck with seducing her and convincing her she wanted to do it. It would be much more fun if she was into it and I could always use that as plan B if I failed.

I quickly rinsed my hands, met my own gaze and thought, 'Kate's right. You're a perv.' I started to zip up, then, remembering how my sister had come out, instead dropped my pants to my ankles and kicked them to the side, then stripped my black tee shirt off and tossed it on top. I arranged my charcoal-grey boxers so my manhood could easily spring free through the flap with a simple "accident" and carried the pile of my clothes into the other room.

I could see Kate was still shaking the budding curves of her lithe five-and-a-half-foot-tall frame, rocking sensually to the music in the middle of the floor, so I dropped my armful by the bed, then moved into place behind her like a long-time lover. Without thinking, like it was a night at a club, her body responded to my moves and she gyrated her bottom back against me as I grabbed her hips and bounced in time with her. We danced and rocked together as though we'd done it a million times before, and she moaned deeply as I leaned close to let her feel my lips brush across the back of her neck. I could feel her long, dark hair tickling at my chest as we swayed and my cock began to swell as it pressed and rubbed against her satin-wrapped backside. She arched her back to push harder against me when she noticed my stiffening member and ran her hands over her bra, squeezing at her tender flesh. Then the song came to an end and she seemed to wake up from a dream.

She blinked rapidly as the next song began, pulled away from me and adjusted her underclothes, then sat down heavily in her chair fanning herself with her hands. "Sorry, Jack," her voice wobbled. "Got a little carried away with the music there for a minute."

"It's alright," I turned down the music, then went and stood next to her chair, just barely touching her leg with mine as I looked down into her smoldering gaze. I could feel the heat of her body radiating like a campfire. She looked quickly away as I said, "I wouldn't mind dancing with you some more if you want to."

"But you're my brother," she protested quietly, "It's not right."

"What's not right? Dancing? Having fun?" I touched her shoulder, "don't you like it? Didn't it feel good to dance with me?"

"It did," she inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, obviously struggling to clear her intoxicated head and push her passions aside. "But we shouldn't be doing this. Mom and dad will find out."

"Mom and dad are asleep," I said, stroking her back and neck gently with my fingertips making little bumps rise up along her skin. "Come on. We're alone, it's summer vacation, the door is locked and no one has to know. We can just have some fun together tonight and tomorrow act like it never happened." I cupped her chin and made her look up at me. "I won't tell if you won't."

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