This Fucking Paper

"Cool. I'll see you out there." She closed her door and opened the drawer that held her swimsuits. She pulled out her green string bikini and changed into it before pulling her hair back into a ponytail so she could swim without her hair constantly getting into her face.

By the time she made it out to the pool, Lucas had cranked open the umbrella, where he had placed his iPod dock, some towels and a couple of sodas. It was starting to rain steadily now, but not hard, but like he said, it was still very hot outside. She made a shallow dive off the side of the pool, gliding smoothly through the water just below the surface. Her brother's approach was a little more. . . Lucas. He jumped in with a shout, making a giant splash. They swam around, splashing each other and laughing. The rain would come and go, heavier at times, lighter at others. After a little more than an hour the rain stopped.

"You want a Dew?" asked Lucas, climbing the stairs.

"Sure."

He walked back into the pool and opened both of them, handing one to his sister. They stood at the wall, chest deep in the water. "So what's this new problem with your paper?"

She huffed. "I wouldn't call it a NEW problem."

"You're still trying to find the right kind of stories or research?"

"Yeah. I've exhausted the database and. . ." She looked uncertain.

"Aaaaaaand?" he prompted.

She looked at him and bit her lip, hesitant to say anything. "And. . . I went online and typed in 'incest.'" His face dropped. "And it was just page after page of porn!"

"I told you, you probably shouldn't do that."

"I know you did, but how was I supposed to know? I mean, it's everywhere!"

"Yeah, I think it's pretty popular."

"Have you ever. . . you know, looked at any?"

He blushed. "A little, but it's just, like, actors doing it, and calling each other mom and dad and stuff, not real family members. And most of it is, like, stepmothers, and stepdaughters. I guess they can't even make porn that pretends it's real families. Kind of like no one can even pretend to be younger than eighteen in those movies."

"Wow," she smiled, "You seem to know a lot about this."

"Like I said, I've seen a little. That's just the pattern I've seen. It's not what I prefer."

"Oh? And what do you prefer?"

"Honestly?" he asked, turning to face the pool wall. "I think my favorites are like interracial, you know black dudes and white chicks, and young girls more my age."

Aubrey blushed. She wasn't expecting him to be so forward. "Oh. Well, that's very. . . uh. . . specific."

"Sorry," he muttered. "I didn't mean to."

"No. I asked."

"So, have you seen any of the sites?" he asked, his stomach a ball of nerves.

"Not yet. I had just started the search when you knocked."

"Oh. Just be careful."

"Careful?"

"You'll see."

"Do you think you could help me, Lucas?"

"Help?"

"Yeah. Like help me do a better search and steer clear of some of the bad stuff."

"I don't know how I'll be much help, but I'm happy to do what I can."

A few minutes later they were back in her room, still in their swimsuits. Aubrey was nervous as she opened her laptop and the screen flashed back to life. Lucas was in his own desk chair, which he had rolled in from his room, and they sat side-by-side looking at the screen.

"I don't recognize a lot of these names, Aubrey. I never went looking like this. I've always linked over from a specific site, so I don't know how much help I'll be."

"What about this one?" she pointed with the mouse. "It's incest stories. It says it's true stories of family love."

"Sounds porny to me, but like I said, I've never heard of it before."

"Let's try it," she said, clicking before her brother could object. Almost immediately a new webpage opened, one that was plain looking, with an advertisement the full width at the top, offering webcams. Beneath that was the site name and a few spaces below that was a list of stories, all supposedly true stories of incest.

"Are you sure about this?" Lucas asked.

"Not really. Ooh! Look at this one: 'Big ass sister'! Let's do that one."

"Wait." It was too late. She clicked on it. She was shocked at the opening sentence: "I pulled my wilting cock from my sister's ass, a stream of my cum dribbling out after."

"Damn," whispered Lucas.

"Porny?" she asked quietly.

"Definitely porny." Neither of them looked away, however, and both continued to read as Aubrey slowly scrolled down the page. "Look at this," he said. "'Tracy's pussy opened around me as she slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto my iron cock.'"

"Do you really think these stories are true?" she asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "It sounds like just a story for people to get off to."

"Let's keep looking." She went back and visited the homepage and looked at another story. They went back and forth through a few stories before finally deciding that it was just a porn site. They repeated it several times on several sites, always running into the same thing: porn stories about incest, but no real testimonials from personal experience, at least none that could be trusted.

What Aubrey didn't know was that her brother had noticed her nipples protruding in her small bikini top. Lucas didn't feel so bad for being turned on, even though they had not read any full stories. The sporadic sentences describing sexual acts between brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters, cousins, and parents and their kids, were having a definite effect on both of them.

"Aubrey, maybe we should re-think this and try again later. All we're getting right now is porn, and that's not going to do you any good. I'll see what I can find by trying different search terms and let you know. You keep trying on your end."

"Yeah," she nodded. "Okay."

He turned his back on her quickly so that she couldn't see his bulge, and rolled his chair back to his room. He closed his door and dropped onto his bed. He was a visual person. He could read a story and see the image. Unfortunately for him, when the story described a young man fucking his sister, all he saw was Aubrey. He tried to shake it away, but every time, it came back.

He took off his swimsuit and picked up his laptop before sitting back on his bed, his back against the pillows and headboard. He typed the name of his favorite video site into his browser and when it opened, he took a breath before entering "brother-sister incest" into the site's search window.

****

"Aubrey!"

Aubrey turned to re-enter the classroom. "Yes, ma'am?"

"I'm just curious as to what you decided about that paper. Are you changing your topic?" Dr. Fields smiled at her young student.

"I think so. I'm just. . ." She looked past her professor and bit her bottom lip.

"You're just what?"

"I'm having trouble finding. . . academic. . . material on the subject."

"Uh huh. And what kind of material ARE you finding?"

"More. . ." Again she was trying to find the right word.

"Erotic?" smiled the professor.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, well that happens," she laughed lightly, touching Aubrey's arm. "Have you considered looking up various state laws, health issues, and religious perspectives? Maybe those would be a good place to start. It may help you form strong arguments if you take their written stances into consideration."

"Thanks. I hadn't thought of that. I'll look into it."

"Good. I'm looking forward to it."

****

Aubrey plopped into the desk chair and opened the laptop. Taking a sip of her tea, she opened the browser history to see if Lucas had made any progress she could use. She only saw one address that had "brother+sister+incest" in the title. She clicked on it and a gasped when one side of the page had advertising gifs, one of an animated girl with disproportionately large breasts being impaled on a giant erection, and another below it of an erection spraying a healthy load of semen on a young brunette's face, her mouth wide open.

The large black square of a video feed suddenly housed a picture from an old movie of a young blonde straddling a large erection, a look of pure bliss on her face. Aubrey's hand moved on its own to click the play arrow in the middle of the picture.

"Not again, the blonde whined, pushing an attractive young man's hand away. "We shouldn't have done it the first time."

"Come on. I know you liked it. Mom won't be home until late."

"We can't," she said without conviction as he placed her hand into his pajama pants and she pulled out his large, semi-hard penis. "Brothers and sisters shouldn't do this." Meanwhile she did nothing to stop his hand from grabbing her breast through her nightgown.

"Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean we can't," he said, bringing a sultry smile from his sister as she continued to stroke him.

"No, it doesn't," she smiled, moving to take him into her mouth.

Aubrey watched in lustful fascination as the girl's hand and mouth moved in tandem to cover the entire length of the swollen prick extending up from a tuft of dark hair, a series of groans escaping the man's throat.

"What the hell?!" cried Lucas, his hand slamming his laptop shut, snapping Aubrey out of her daze and yanking her back into the present reality.

She shook her head no, vigorously, trying to convince her brother that what he saw was not what she was doing.

"Seriously, Aubrey! What the fuck?!"

"No, no, no! It's not. . . I didn't see anything!"

"Bullshit! I saw plenty and I just got here! What are you doing on my computer?!"

"Lucas, I'm sorry!" she pleaded, standing as he dropped onto his bed, covering his face into his hands.

"It's fine," he sighed. "I'm sorry I got mad." He looked up at her. "It's just embarrassing, you know?"

"Don't be embarrassed," she said, kneeling in front of him. "It's just porn."

"Yeah, but it's the KIND of porn. And my sister caught me looking at it."

"Don't worry about it," she said, placing her hand on his knee. "It's not like it's real, right?" she laughed, bringing a smile from him.

"I guess," he shrugged.

She sat beside him on the bed.

"Will it help if I said that I got turned on seeing that video, too?"

"Really?"

She nodded, a little embarrassed. "Mmhm."

"Was it the people or. . . or the concept?" he asked.

She looked into his eyes. "I don't know," she said quietly. "Maybe some of both."

"Yeah. Me, too."

"Can I ask you a question," she whispered. He nodded. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "Have you ever thought of me. . . or mom. . . like that?"

"Not until this paper." He looked away. "This fucking paper."

She nodded, looking down. "Fucking paper." Neither said anything for a minute and then she leaned forward and picked up the laptop. Lucas just looked at her, confused.

She looked at him as she opened it and the paused video was on screen, along with the two gifs of the anime porn and facial blast.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"We've both already watched it. At least part of it. Do you want to watch it. . . together?"

He was in a fog. "Okay," he answered.

"Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean we can't," the brother said onscreen. His sister leaned down and took him into her mouth. Neither Lucas nor his sister Aubrey could breathe very well. Both of them had the same dilemma. They wanted to watch and to masturbate, but neither would dare do it in the presence of the other. Neither was aware that they had both superimposed their own relationship onto the screen, the actors changing shape and voice to match their own and that of their sibling.

After a brief blowjob, the brother buried his face in his naked sister's blonde bush, his tongue working diligently to bring her pleasure in the dim light of her bedroom. She writhed and moaned and squirmed as his tongue worked her over, his fingers pinching and pulling on her nipple.

The siblings watching the "siblings" were incredibly aroused. Lucas touched himself, forgetting his sister was there, to adjust his member within his jeans. Aubrey looked down, catching the movement out of the corner of her eye. When she turned her head to see the movement, he turned when he saw her move. They each looked at his hand on his cock. He swallowed hard and then looked up to see her staring at him. She nodded silently and he gripped himself.

Aubrey put her hand between her own legs and Lucas nodded at her in the same way she had at him. Both turned back to watch the sibling sex unfold on the laptop. The blonde was now riding reverse cowgirl, her arms straight back with her hands on her brother's chest, bouncing on the long penis. They both moaned and encouraged each other, being heard over the barely audible "porn music" of the seventies.

While Aubrey and her brother masturbated over their clothes, both were progressing toward their sexual release, but both were frustrated at the damned clothing in their way. Lucas stuck his hand down into his waistband and gripped his bare cock as he watched the movie. Aubrey followed his lead, her hand tucked into her panties and her fingers rubbing over her clit.

Both brother and sister watched the time bar at the bottom of the video frame fill with red as the scene drew to a close. Aubrey hoped, and Lucas knew, that at the end of the clip, the brother in the film would surrender to his sister's efforts. Sure enough, he grunted and lifted her up and she quickly dropped beside him on the bed and planted her mouth and hand on his pink rod. He thrust against her a couple of times and she pulled her mouth off, cream pouring from her lips before she took a few more shots to the mouth and cheeks.

Lucas panted through his own release as hot cream flowed over his hand. Aubrey squeaked beside him and he saw her eyes pinch close and her thighs slam together while she came on her own fingers. When their orgasms were finished, they looked at each other sheepishly and Lucas stood to walk to the bathroom. He closed the door before cleaning himself up and coming back into his room in just his shorts, holding his wet underwear in his hand.

Aubrey was not in his room anymore. His computer was closed on his desk. He opened it and noticed that the browser was closed. His history had been cleared.

If only it were so easy to erase the past few minutes from his own personal history as well.

****

The next two days were uneventful, if not awkward. Neither Aubrey nor Lucas knew that the other sibling had revisited the incest websites in search of their own pleasure, research be damned. Lucas spent most of his time on the sites watching videos with incest themes; Aubrey enjoyed the stories. Both of them inserted themselves into the story and saw each other as their partner. "No harm, no foul," thought Lucas when guilt would arise, while his sister talked herself out of feeling guilty because this was nothing other than innocent fantasizing and curiosity, salvaging the relationship from even a hint of injury.

Saturday morning, their mother and father left for their weekend golf tournament. They loved to watch the PGA and when the tour held their annual tournament a couple of hours away, they always got tickets. Brian was back at school, so Lucas and Aubrey were home alone for a couple of days.

Lucas was relaxing in his dad's recliner, eating cold pizza and a Coke when Aubrey came downstairs for breakfast. "Hey," he said through a mouthful of pizza.

"Hi," she answered, quickly making her way into the kitchen. She didn't know that her brother was watching her walk away, taking in the sway of her hips, the gentle jiggle of her butt in her pajama shorts, and the flexing of her legs. She even looked cute with her hair a little messy and her metal-frame glasses on. She scratched the back of her head as she entered the kitchen and he even liked the look of that as it caused her hair to puff up a little for just a moment. Why? Who knew? The fact was there was nothing about her that he found unappealing any more. No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, he couldn't. She was invading his thoughts more and more now, awake and asleep.

God, he looked good in his camp shorts, Aubrey thought. No, Lucas wasn't ripped or muscular or big or tanned. He was lean, but some would consider him puny. For the last year, however, as he has been taking Krav Maga, the way he carried himself was different. Yes, he was in better shape, but it was more an air of confidence. He didn't flinch when someone moved quickly around him anymore, and he didn't walk through the house, or probably the school, looking at the floor. He walked with an awareness, and wasn't afraid to even look Brian in the eye anymore. He was even more outright in his responses to their parents, answering them with boldness and respect instead of muttering an answer to a question, or refusing to offer an opinion, even when asked. Physically, no, he wasn't much different, but in posture and attitude, absolutely.

She flopped down on the couch, practically laid out on it as she ate her toast with apple butter, the second half of the diagonally-cut slice resting on the paper towel on her stomach. "What's this?" she asked, pointing her toast at the television, her pinky extended. At this point a commercial was on, so she didn't know what he was watching.

"Hulk," he answered before taking a sip of his Coke.

"Oh," she nodded. "Norton or that other guy?"

"Norton."

"Good."

He nodded as he took another bite of his pizza. He was down to just the crust now and he pulled at it as it was a little chewier than when it was hot and fresh. His head kind of snapped back when the crust gave way, a rough bite extending past his lips. Aubrey laughed as he tried to capture it all into his mouth by working his mouth open wide and trying to maneuver it with his lips and tongue. Once he got it in, after a short attempt, his mouth was very full, the long piece of crust bent in half, but too big to chew with any grace.

"What?" he smiled.

"That's attractive," she laughed.

"I couldn't help it," he defended, laughing, his words difficult to understand through the muffler of cooked dough. "It didn't come off where I bit it." He couldn't help but laugh at his unintelligible reply. Finally he could chew it down enough that he could repeat himself almost clearly.

Aubrey just laughed and shook her head, picking up her second piece of toast. As she bit into her diagonally sliced toast, the crust pulled away from that edge, dripping apple butter onto her shirt. "Crap!" she cried in frustration. Her brother looked over and busted up laughing harder than she could remember him doing in a long time. She had a narrow strip of crust extending out two inches from the corner of her mouth and was scooping up apple butter with her index finger. She pulled the crust in easily, chewing it up as she cleaned off her shirt.

"Karma's a bitch," he laughed.

"Shut up," she pouted mockingly, unable to hide her smile as she still worked at the apple butter, wiping some up, sucking her finger and going after some more. Without a word, but still laughing, Lucas got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a wet paper towel in his hand. He handed it to her over the back of the couch and she thanked him as she blotted at the yellowish-brown spot on her t-shirt with a giant cupcake on the front.

As they watched the movie a few minutes later, both visibly more relaxed than in the past couple of days, Aubrey said, "I think she's pretty, don't you?" referring to Liv Tyler on the screen.

"Yeah, she is. She must get it from her mom, 'cause her dad's ugly as homemade sin."

"I know, right?!" she laughed. "But he's got an amazing voice."

"That's true."

Turning back to the screen, Aubrey muttered, "I wish I looked like that."

"Why? You're prettier than she is." Lucas even surprised himself. He wasn't even thinking; it just came out.