They Can't Be Real!

John Helms let out his breath as he reached the end of the story."Man, It would be great to be a member of that family," he thought as he finished looking through the list of new stories at Literotica."Everybody got in on the action there at the end; mom, dad, the brothers and sisters, even the in-laws and grandparents!" John shifted his hard dick to a more comfortable position in his jockey shorts and glanced once again at his bedroom door to make sure it was locked. The last thing he needed was a member of his family to barge in and catch him in his skivvies reading porn on the Internet.

John made sure his browser was shut down and then double-checked the 'Paranoia' settings in his Tweak program before he rebooted his computer. He knew that someone familiar with the inner workings of a PC could find out where he was spending his Internet time, but the simple precautions he took were more than enough to foil his family's casual snooping. His sister was always checking to see if he had any new MP3's that she might like to grab, and his mom preferred his machine to check her cooking chat groups because his printer would accept her recipe index cards.

The tall, blonde, 18-year-old was the technology guru of the Helms household. His job at the local computer superstore not only gave him the know-how to network of the family's computers onto their cable modem, but the hefty discount they offered their employees gave him the ability to put together a top-of-the-line system for himself.

After making sure that all of the evidence of his search for smut had been eradicated, John moved to his bed. His hand was buried in his jockey shorts as his mind drifted back to the story he had just read."If only my family was like the one in that story," he thought, as he twisted his shorts to the side to give himself more stroking room."That whole family runs around the house naked most of the time and everybody fucks everybody else anytime they want."

John leaned back against his bed-head and shoved his shorts down to his ankles. He started jacking his dick even harder as he imagined his own family members in the place of the characters in the incest story he had just finished. He thought of his older sister Lisa in the next bedroom and wondered what she was sleeping in. "I've got a great looking family, but they're all up-tight prudes," he muttered to himself as he pictured Lisa in the place of Christy in the story, offering her tits up to him as she spread her legs wantonly. He thought of Gail, away at college, and Sheila, his mom, as they would look casually sitting in the living room nude."Shit!" he said to himself as his pounding increased to a frantic rate."They're all great looking women, but not one of them would ever be seen with even a bra strap showing! Nobody in real life acts like that family in the story. They're all just a product of somebody's imagination. None of those stories can be real!"

John stopped thinking about his family as his mind filled with the orgy images of the recently read fiction and he concentrated on the matter at hand.

*****

19-year-old Lisa stuck a scrap of paper in the romance novel she had been reading and placed in on her night-stand. It was getting close to ten o'clock and the slender teen decided to get ready for bed before reading one more chapter in her book. Her mind drifted back to Roberto, the heartthrob supposedly pictured on the cover of the lurid novel. He had long flowing hair and a smooth, well defined chest showing through his ripped shirt. His muscular arms easily supported the swooning Jessica, the dark-haired beauty pictured with him. Lisa giggled looking at the cover, as she slipped her shoes off and reached to pull at her socks.

"If I leaned back in a guy's arms like that, wearing a dress like that, my titties would flop out for everybody to see," she thought as she skinned her socks down and off."Of course, in these books, that's the general idea," she laughed to herself as she pictured herself reclining in the arms of the Adonis on the cover."There's no way any girl could find herself in that many perilous situations day after day. Nobody in real life acts like the people in these novels. They're all just a product of somebody's imagination. None of those stories can be real!"

As Lisa unbuttoned her shorts and slid her zipper down, she heard a rhythmic thumping sound coming from the wall between her and John's room. The framed picture hanging above her desk started to rattle and vibrate as the thumping got louder."Oh, God," Lisa thought,"he's at it again! It's getting so he does it every night!"

Lisa knew exactly what John was doing because she and her best friend Carla Wilson had managed to spy on Carla's brother, Rick, while he was watching a porno movie. Carla had quietly brought her into their house and they tiptoed down to the Wilson family room. Rick had thought he had the house to himself. They had a perfect view of his big prick as he yanked it up and down, totally absorbed in the action on the TV screen. Lisa had never seen anything like it. As she stared wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open, Rick had groaned and big gobs of white stuff had spewed out of the end of his prick to land all over his bare stomach and chest.

As her thoughts of Rick faded, Lisa suddenly realized that her hand was down in her panties and she was gently stroking her wet pussy in time to the banging on her bedroom wall. She sat back on her bed and continued her stroking. Once again her thoughts went to the masturbation scene that she and Carla had witnessed, only this time, her mind's eye saw her brother John sitting in front of the flickering TV with his hand around his throbbing dick.

*****

Bill Helms had just finished his shower and was heading back to his room with a towel around his waist. He was thinking of having a last glass of wine with his wife, Sheila, before turning in for the night. As he walked toward his room to get his robe, his attention was drawn to a flicker of motion through the crack of his daughter Lisa's bedroom door. He slowed to a stop, and all thoughts of wine with his wife fled instantly from his head as he realized what his lovely young daughter was doing.

"Holy shit! She's friggin' herself!" Bill thought as he came to a stop with his eye glued to the opening in the doorway. He suddenly realized what a desirable young woman she had become. He had never thought of her in a sexual manner until he took in the sight of her hand rocking up and down in her panties. Her firm young breasts quivered in her thin T-shirt as she bounced slightly on the bed, her head arched back and her eyes closed.

As Bill moved closer to the door to get a better view, his shoulder bumped the door. It swung open to bump softly against the doorstop. The slight noise caught Lisa's attention and she opened her eyes to see her towel-garbed father standing in her open door with his mouth hanging open. Lisa's face instantly turned bright red as she yanked her hand out of her pants and slammed her knees together.

"Oh, God, Daddy, I'm so sorry. I don't know why... what... how long have you...." Lisa stopped, not knowing how to continue. She had noticed the front of her father's towel tenting out.

"Hey, it's OK baby," his eyes flashed between her eyes and her clamped-together thighs. "Everybody does... I mean, don't worry... I didn't mean to..." he gestured vaguely at the door. "You should probably close your door when..." he finished helplessly.

"I normally do," Lisa started, then blushed. "I mean, I don't do it usually. It's just that..." she motioned to the wall. Bill suddenly noticed the rhythmic sound of John's bed-head hitting the wall. "It just got me going," Lisa finished with her eyes downcast. "I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she finished.

When Bill didn't answer, Lisa looked up to find him looking from her to the thumping wall. His hand was absently moving up and down on his towel covered crotch.

"Oh, God, that is so hot!" Lisa thought as she watched her dad slowly masturbate in front of her. As if it had a mind of its own, Lisa's hand found its way back inside of her panties and her knees slowly fell apart. Her soft groan caught Bill's attention and he suddenly realized what he was doing.

"No! Don't stop!" his lovely daughter whispered as he jerked his hand away from his rock hard cock. Her hand picked up its pace and her other hand slowly circled her plump T-shirt covered breast and squeezed.

Like a moth to a flame, Bill slowly closed the distance between them. "Show them to me, baby," he whispered as he grabbed his dick through the towel again.

Without missing a stroke on her tingling pussy, Lisa grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and slowly lifted it to her chin. She nodded toward his towel. "Now you," she groaned as her hand returned to the now bare breast and pinched its turgid nipple.

Bill quickly flipped the towel aside and began stroking his dick in earnest. "Oh, baby, you're making me so hot," he groaned as she quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head and slipped her shorts and panties down and off.

"Fuck me now, Daddy!" she cried as she held her arms out to him.

*****

Sheila frowned as she heard the buzzer on the dryer. She was torn between seeing the end of the movie she was watching and getting her clothes hung up before they wrinkled."Ah, what the hell," she thought as she settled back against the couch."I can always run the dryer for ten more minutes when I go down." The HBO movie was a little racier than she usually watched, but this one actually seemed to weave the sex scenes together with a fairly interesting and intelligent plot.

"Still, you've gotta take these movies at their face value," she thought as the Kelly, the heroine, jumped into bed with yet another conquest."These things are for entertainment purposes only. Nobody in real life acts like that the people in these movies. They're all just a product of somebody's imagination. None of the plots in these movies can be real!"

On the TV, Kelly got into a final shoot-out with the bad guy and waltzed off into the sunset with yet another guy as the credit crawl began. Sheila sighed as she clicked the TV off. As she stood to get her laundry, she heard a rhythmic thumping sound. She couldn't tell whether the sound was coming from upstairs, or down in the basement where her brother Charles was assembling a home exercise machine for them."Maybe Kelly's upstairs trying to chalk up another conquest," Sheila chuckled to herself as she headed for the basement laundry room.

Sheila came to a sudden stop at the foot of the steps, all thoughts of her laundry forgotten. Her brother Charlie was stretched out on the bench of the exercise machine, shoving the weight bar up and down. His legs were spread to either side of the bench as he huffed and puffed under the load. What had caught Sheila's immediate attention was Charlie's cock and balls hanging out of the leg hole of his shorts and boxers.

"My God, he has grown!" Sheila thought to her self as her panties started to get damp. Her mind flashed back to their childhood games; playing doctor and 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.' Their parents had allowed them to shower together until their early teen years, and actually it had been Sheila who had stopped their mutual bathing. She had started to become self conscious about her developing breasts and sprouting pubic hair.

It all came back to her in a flash as Sheila stepped into the room. "Hey, Charlie, looks like you got it done. John will be thrilled," she said as she walked over to where he was exercising. She continued to admire his big cock as he carefully lowered the weight bar to it's stop and wiped his damp forehead.

"No, sweat, Sis," he answered. "I'm glad I could help. This thing was nothing but a clothes hanger in our bedroom and Rose said she wanted it out of there. With as much time as John spends with his computers, a little workout will do him good. Now if I want to use it, it gives me a good excuse to drop by and see you guys."

"We really appreciate it, Charlie, and you are welcome any time," Sheila said as she stepped closer, "but I really don't believe the 'no sweat' part. Look at you," she laughed. "You're wringing wet!"

Charlie didn't answer. From his position on the bench, he could see up Sheila's short skirt to her tiny panties. The thin material did nothing to hide her neatly trimmed bush, and he could also see a definite wet spot at the juncture of her thighs.

Sheila gasped as Charlie's cock started to expand. Charlie noticed where she was looking and looked down to see the end of his dick rising out of his pants leg. "Oh, shit, Sis," Charlie gasped as he tried to sit up to cover his escaping cock. His head hit the handle of the weight machine and he fell back with a groan.

Sheila bent over Charlie, concern all over her face. "Oh, Charlie, are you all right?" she asked as she hooked her arm under his head to gently lift him up. Charlie realized his head was cradled against his sister's full breast and his cock continued to swell.

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... it's just that..." he tugged on his shorts leg, but his dick was now too big to be covered without a major adjustment. He looked up at Sheila and just shrugged.

"That's OK, Charlie. It's not like I haven't seen it before, although the last time, I think it fit in your pants better," Sheila laughed. Her panties were soaked and she was sure Charlie would smell her arousal at any moment. "what set you off? Surely not me!"

Charlie sat up on the bench beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Actually, Sis, it was you," he said as he looked deeply into her eyes. When you walked over here to the bench, I could see right up your skirt to your panties. I started to think about all those games we used to play when we were younger and then,boing!"

"I was thinking about those same games, Charlie," Sheila replied. "When I walked in, you were already hanging out of your pants leg." She grinned at him. "I was impressed. My baby brother is all grown up."

"When you helped me up and held my head against your big boob, it was all over. There was no way I could get it to go back down." Charlie said with a sigh.

Sheila lifted a big breast and stared at it. "I loved playing those games with you, Charlie," she said softly, "but when these started to grow, I got embarrassed. I thought you would think they were gross."

Charlie gently lifted Sheila's other breast and gave it a soft kiss through the thin material. "I thought they were lovely," he murmured around another kiss. "I still do. I've never forgotten them."

Sheila reached down and firmly grasped the stiff rod sticking out of Charlie's pants leg. "Let's play a new game, Charlie," she whispered as he started to unbutton her blouse.

*****

"Thanks for picking me up, Bro," 20-year-old Gail smiled up at her big brother Jeff as they walked through the darkness of the Helms' back yard. "All my friends went home for the weekend and I just couldn't face a weekend in an empty dorm.

"No problem, Gail," Jeff replied to his sexy sister. "I my job is out that direction anyway. Anytime you need a lift, you have my cell number. Mom and Pop will sure be surprised to see you. They think you won't be home until Memorial day.

Jeff was trying not to stare at his beautiful sister. College life had really agreed with her. She was a stick when she went away to school last fall. Now she had filled out to a sexy young woman. He also wondered what Mom and Dad would say about her new clothes. The black leather skirt barely covered her crotch and the pink high-heeled shoes made her legs go on forever. The matching pink tube top let her full breasts jiggle and bounce and he was sure he could see her big nipples sticking out. As they crossed to the back door, Gail stopped so suddenly that Jeff ran into her back.

"Well fuck me with a door knob!" Gail exclaimed as she walked over to the window well beside the back door. "Would you look at that, dear brother? Tell me if my eyes are playing tricks on me, or is our darling mother actually playing hide the salami with Uncle Charlie?"

Gail stepped to one side to allow Jeff to bend and peer in the basement window. "Oh, fuck," he muttered as he gazed into the well-lit basement. There was Uncle Charlie lying on an exercise machine wearing nothing but his T-shirt; and there was his mother totally naked bouncing joyfully up and down on the biggest dick Jeff had ever seen!

"Oooohhh," Gail moaned beside him, "this is so hot!" Jeff's cock sprang to immediate attention as Gail's miniskirt rode up over her firm ass, revealing her bare pussy lips to his lustful stare.

Suddenly Gail reached back to the hem of her skirt. Jeff thought he had been busted perving on his sister, but to his surprise, she yanked the skirt up over her back and spread her knees. "I gotta get fucked right now, Bro!" she exclaimed as she reached between her legs and diddled her clit. "Do me now!" she demanded. Her eyes never left the action in the basement.

"Shit!" Jeff thought to himself as he quickly unzipped his pants and worked to get his hard prick out of his pants and into his sister before she changed her mind."I must be dreaming. Things like this don't happen in real life. Nobody boinks their own sister in their own backyard. This can't be really happening!"

*****

John froze with his back arched as his cum boiled up out of his balls and sprayed out the end of his dick. He jacked it a few more times to finish up as he collapsed down to the bed breathing hard. He stopped and listened for a minute as he thought he heard something from Lisa's room, but the sound didn't repeat."I must be hearing things," he thought. "Oh, shit, that was a good one!" he muttered as he surveyed the puddles of cum on his chest and stomach. He reached for a dirty sock to wipe himself off. "I'm going to have to look for more stories by VgaVoy if I get off that good after reading just one."

John threw the sock in the dirty clothes pile and pulled his pajama pants on."Oh my God," he thought as he turned off his light and slid under his covers,"if only things like that story happen in real life."

"Nah! was his final thought as he drifted off to sleep."They can't be real!"