This Fucking Paper

"Right," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm so not prettier than Liv Tyler."

"Yes, you are. You've got the same skin tone and a good complexion, your red hair is beautiful, and you've got a great body. Don't sell yourself short."

"Says who?"

"Uh, all my friends," he answered, arching his eyebrows.

"Really?" She scrunched her nose. "Nuh uh. You're lying."

"I wish. It's embarrassing sometimes. 'You're sister's so hot,'" he said in a mocking deep voice.

"They call me hot?" she asked, surprised.

"Yep."

She thought he was making fun of her. "Shut up."

An idea hit him. He picked up his phone and poked around a bit. He got up and stood next to her, showing her his phone. Her eyes grew big. "What are you doing with this?" she asked, slapping him hard on the arm.

"OW! It's not mine! It's Brad's!"

"Tell him to take it down right now!"

"I have. Lots of times!"

She looked through the contacts and found Brad's number.

"What are you doing?" asked Lucas.

"Getting this taken down," she said, tapping the screen and glaring at her brother. "I can't believe you."

"What?!"

"Hey, shithead!" Brad laughed through the smartphone's speaker.

"Take my picture down, Brad!" Aubrey demanded.

"Oh, shit," he said. "I thought you were Lucas."

"Are you gonna take down my picture?"

"What picture?"

"The one of my ass at Lucas' birthday? At the pool?"

"Hey," he laughed, "You wore that suit so people would look. If you didn't want us looking, you shouldn't have worn it."

"Brad! Take it down!"

"Nope."

"Dude, I told you she'd be pissed. I don't care if you have the picture, just delete the post."

"Why? It's MY picture taken with MY phone, taken around other people. I'm not the only one that suit was intended for," he laughed. "Is that all you wanted? I'm kind of in the middle of something here."

Aubrey hung up on him with a frustrated growl. "Your friends are assholes!" she said, crossing her arms across her chest, a defiant glare aimed at her brother.

"I know," he said, shaking his head. "Sometimes." He looked at his phone and silently reread the caption Brad had put with the picture of his sister. "Celebrating my best friend's 18th. Best. View. Ever." Aubrey was standing by the grill with their parents, her back to the camera. Her red bikini had ridden into her crack a little, her round cheeks not fully covered. Nice.

The comments below the picture would have been even more infuriating for Aubrey if she had read them:

"Dayum!"

"I'd hit that!!"

"Did you ask if you could motorboat it?"

The comments went on and on, and the likes were approaching 200.

"Why don't you use some of your death grips to convince him to take that down?" his sister interrupted.

He looked up, closing the app. "It doesn't work that way," he snickered. "Besides, I can't force him to do it. I shouldn't have even showed you."

"Maybe I shouldn't have worn it."

"It doesn't matter what you wear, you're still hot," he said, regretting it the moment he said it.

"What?" she asked, giving him a funny look.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." He trotted off, up to his room, mulling over the comment and the picture in his head. There was a knot in his stomach and he knew he had blown it.

A few minutes later, his sister knocked on his door quietly.

"Yeah," he called out. The door opened slowly and Aubrey stuck her head in.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said, sitting up. She walked in and sat next to him.

"I'm sorry I got mad. I know what Brad did isn't your fault."

"I'm sorry he did that to you. But I can't make him take it down. I've tried."

She nodded. "I know, and I appreciate it."

It was quiet for a minute as they both looked at the floor.

"When you. . . when you said I was hot. . ."

He nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. But you are. Everyone says so."

"Do you think so?"

"Of course."

"I mean, not as my brother, but. . . as a guy."

"As both," he smiled nervously.

"Can I ask you another question?" Her stomach formed a knot as she gathered the courage to ask, not knowing if she really wanted to know the answer. He nodded. "Have you watched that movie again? You know, the one we. . ."

Lucas swallowed hard and nodded again.

"Me, too," she whispered.

"Fucking paper," he muttered, shaking his head as he looked at his feet.

"Yeah." She sighed. "You know. . . I've been reading some stories the last couple of days. I can't believe how popular they are."

"Really?" he asked.

"Seriously. They're everywhere. There's like, thousands of them. Why do you think they're so popular?"

"I think it's because you're not supposed to do that kind of stuff."

"I guess," she shrugged. "But who says?" She turned to face her brother, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the bed. "I mean, when did someone decide to come up with that rule?"

"I don't know. I guess it would be religion. You know, God."

"Yeah, well, maybe. But it has to be in the Bible, right? I mean look at Adam and Eve. If they were the only two people and they had kids, then it would have to be brothers and sisters, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And Noah? If his sons had wives, but if they were really the only people on Earth, then they're kids had to sleep together, right? I mean, cousins at least?"

Lucas thought about it and then nodded. Then his face fell. "But what about diseases and, like, birth defects and stuff?"

"I don't know. Maybe that came later."

"But is it still wrong if we. . . I mean, if people didn't have kids?"

She caught what he said, but didn't acknowledge the slip up. At least externally. Inside, her stomach flipped a little. She raced from the room and grabbed her laptop off her desk before returning to sit on her brother's bed, her back against his headboard. "I wonder what the law considers incest," she said, doing a search. Lucas slid up next to her with his own laptop and opened it. Side by side they did separate searches, looking up legal and moral arguments, discussing them. She copied and pasted, referenced, and bookmarked various pages, and he saved some in a file he would e-mail her later.

Next thing they knew it was lunch and they continued to discuss their findings and hash out arguments while Aubrey made hamburger patties and Lucas prepped the grill. They carried their conversation and laptops out to the patio, enjoying the wi-fi that was strong enough to reach the back of the patio, and the smell of burgers cooking on the grill.

After they closed the computers and made their burgers, they continued to talk. Taking a bite of her cheeseburger, Aubrey said, "So it looks like incest has been practiced all over the world throughout all of history and only a few places, mostly religious, have looked down on it."

"Looks like it," Lucas said.

"Then why the taboo?" she asked. "I mean, let's go back to that video. The whole reason that video was so popular was apparently because it was supposed to be a brother and a sister, not because it's the hottest porn out there."

"And doing a search on that site brings up tons and tons of incest porn."

She took another bite and chewed for a moment before asking. "Do you think any of it is real?"

"I don't know," he said through a mouthful of beef. "Not the pro stuff, obviously, but some of the amateur stuff?" He just shrugged. "Maybe."

"But why would someone put that up online where everyone can see it?"

"Maybe because the only people who would see it would be the ones looking for it. And the only ones looking for it would be the ones who would get off on it. They're certainly not going to judge."

"Yeah. Maybe." She paused a moment and then asked, "Um. . . do you want to. . . you know, look for some more movies? Or stories or something?"

"Are you serious?" asked Lucas. Aubrey only nodded, biting her lip nervously. "Yeah! I mean, yeah, if you want to, we can."

"Okay. Let's clean up first," said Aubrey, trying to contain her excitement.

Lucas didn't want to stand up; the thought of watching incest porn with his sister had quickly started getting to him and he didn't want to embarrass himself or anger his sister with a presumptuous erection. Fortunately for him, he thought, Aubrey had turned her back to clear the bottles and jars of condiments from the table placing them on the grill tray so she could carry them into the kitchen. Lucas stood and quickly adjusted himself before picking up the paper plates and used napkins, following his sister into the kitchen. He returned to pick up their cups and his sister grabbed their computers, taking them to the living room while he refilled their drinks.

He sat on the couch next to his sister after placing both drinks on coasters on the coffee table. She took a deep breath before looking at him and typing in the address that held the other video. In the site's search bar she typed, "brother-sister incest". Immediately the screen filled with rows of screen caps, each one linking to another page on the site that housed the full video or a clip where the video had been segmented. She chose one labeled, "Horny young sister masturbates brother." She glanced at Lucas, who was still watching the screen, unmoving, eyes glazed over. She could see that his breathing was quick. Turning back to the screen she clicked on the play arrow.

Her panties became wetter and her nipples harder as she watched the young, small-breasted brunette pull down her brother's pants with minimal protest by the thin pale young man. The tiny teen gasped when his enormous erection bobbed in front of her, causing her to gasp in exaggerated surprise with her hand in front of her mouth. She tentatively reached for the penis, looking at it from every angle as if inspecting it.

Lucas couldn't believe it. His sister had specifically chosen brother-sister incest. He was enamored by the little brunette who looked so innocent, but she was quickly replaced by an image of his sister, with her red flowing hair, settling between his knees and admiring his own prick.

"What did you say?" Aubrey asked quietly, turning her attention from the screen.

"What? Nothing."

"I thought you said my name."

Shit! "No." Did I? he thought. God I hope not.

When they both refocused on the movie, they saw that the penis was shiny and she had two hands wrapped around it, stroking it lovingly.

Aubrey gasped, but it wasn't until Lucas looked down at himself that he noticed why. His own hand was wrapped lightly around his erection, which was sticking up through the fly in his shorts. He quickly looked up at his sister, who looked up at his face, then down at his erection. Without a word, she reached forward and gripped it lightly, her hand bumping his own.

Lucas grunted in surprised disbelief and pleasure. No one besides him had ever touched him there before. His fist had been the only fist to wrap around the shaft. His sister's small, warm hand now held him firmly and she was looking down at it with. . . he didn't even know what kind of look it was.

"It's so hard," she muttered.

"Aubrey," he groaned.

"I want to play with it, Lucas. Like the sister on the movie." As she said it, she slid off the couch and moved to kneel between his feet. The two brothers sighed and moaned as the two sisters explored with their hands. Lucas didn't consent, nor did he object; he just enjoyed his sister's touch.

"I'm so close," he gasped. His head and shaft were slick and shiny from the steady flow of pre-cum that was boiling out of the hole in the head and being smeared around by his older sister's tiny hands.

"Okay," she nodded. "Go ahead. I want to see it." She never looked away from the generous, bobbing erection as it pulsed and throbbed, flowing freely.

Lucas felt the tingle in his balls and anus, the knot in his stomach, the slight burn in his thighs. Every time she would bump the ridge of his head, a small jolt of electricity would surge down to his butt. He couldn't hold back any more and grunted as he pulsed in her hands, a series of creamy ejections launching into the air and landing on his stomach and groin, on her hands and arms. She gasped and squealed in surprise at the volume and force of the first couple of spurts before the seed flowed from the hole and down over her thumbs and fingers.

"It's so warm," she said, touching and looking at it.

"Oh, my god," he breathed, dropping his head back against the back of the couch.

"That was cool," she smiled, pushing off his knee to stand before walking to the bathroom to clean up. She returned a minute later and cleaned him up with a warm washcloth.

"That was pretty amazing," Lucas said. "You didn't have to do that. I mean, I wasn't—"

"I wanted to," she smiled. I know I shouldn't have wanted to, but I did.

"Just because we shouldn't, doesn't mean we can't," he smiled, quoting the brother in the movie.

"No, it doesn't," she returned, just as the movie sister had.

"So. . . now what?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said quietly.

Lucas cleared his throat. "Do you want me to. . . do you? Like, you know, like you did me?"

"You don't have to do that," she said, looking down.

"No! I want to!" She looked up at him, noting that he was a bit overly enthusiastic. She smiled, her eyebrows raised. "I mean, I think. . . I owe you. . . right?"

"You don't owe me," she laughed.

"Sorry. What I meant—"

"It's okay," she said, putting her hand on his bare knee. "It would be kind of nice. Have you ever done that with a girl before?"

"I've never done anything with a girl," he mumbled, embarrassed.

"Oh. Sorry."

"No, it's cool."

Aubrey nodded. She surprised herself when she moved, trying to think of the more natural progression that he would go through with a girl he liked. She turned toward him and placed her opposite leg over him, continuing to roll as she looked him in the eye. His eyes were wide with surprise as she moved to straddle him. She had been with a couple of boys before and they usually kissed, which caused her to move to this position as their hands wandered over each other. Once here, things could flow more naturally. It just seemed like the right place to be, rather than her inexperienced brother awkwardly reaching over beside himself to try and play with her pussy.

"Aubrey, what. . ."

"Sshhh." She soothed, her face inches from his. His hands were on the couch beside him as if he were afraid to touch her. She whispered, "You can't just touch a girl there; you have to work her up to it. She's not a boy who can just get hard at the idea of sex. It takes a little more work. But don't worry," she smiled, "It's all fun."

She noticed his erection rising again and smiled. She said, "Put your hands on my hips. He swallowed hard and slowly his hands rested on her waist. She giggled and gently pushed his hands down to her hips. "These are my hips," she said with a smile. "Squeeze a little." He nodded and squeezed. "Feel how soft that is? My thighs and ass coming together? That's a natural place to start when a girl is straddling your lap when you make out."

"I thought we were just going to. . . I mean, that I was going to. . ."

"You are," she breathed. "But first. . ." She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips found his and he gasped through his nose, his lips tight together. "Relax your lips," she said, never removing her lips from his. "Follow my lead." He relaxed a little and she moaned in the affirmative. She gently nibbled at his lips with hers and he began to respond in kind.

Soon enough he took the initiative to extend his tongue slightly, brushing the tip between her lips. She giggled and pulled back, seeing the look of horror on his face. "Don't worry," she laughed, "You're doing good." His face relaxed. "I was just surprised that you made that move first." She leaned in again and this time her lips parted, allowing her tongue to trace along his upper lip before he met her tongue with his own.

Aubrey felt a familiar tingle, one she hadn't felt with a boy in a long time. She knew her panties were getting damp and the image of her brother between her legs caused her to thrust once on Lucas' lap. She felt his erection bob against her mound and slid her hand down to his chest. She was thoroughly enjoying the kiss.

Lucas was, too. His sister had scooted forward against his erection. She was warm through her shorts. He instinctively squeezed her hips in his grasp when she ground against him and slid her hands down to his chest. She reached down to grab his wrists and moved them up to her breasts where he squeezed gently through her shirt, feeling her nipples like bumps beneath the cotton.

Aubrey loved the feel of her brother's hands on her breasts. She was one of the lucky ones with sensitive breasts and loved to be touched there and to have her nipples played with during make-outs and sex. Sure she didn't like that sensitivity when she was on her cycle and they became sore to the touch, but otherwise she loved it. Lucas' hands on her tits, was fantastic. He was so gentle and tentative and it sent tingles through her core, her nipples connecting directly to her womb. It was almost as if her nipples were knobs of a faucet that turned on the flow into her panties. She couldn't help but moan into her brother's mouth.

When his sister pulled away, Lucas wondered what he had done wrong, but immediately she ripped the cupcake shirt off her pert, albeit full, tits. His sister's pale pink nipples stared him right in the face, begging for his touch. Before Aubrey even had a chance to throw her shirt away or lean back in to continue the kiss, Lucas dove in, latching his mouth onto her left nipple.

"OH!" squealed Aubrey, a bolt of fire exploding through her core as her brother latched onto her sensitive nipple. It almost made her come. Almost. She gripped the back of his head with one hand and the back of the couch with the other, forcing her chest against him. The pleasure was unbelievable. He was like an animal, devouring her. He pulled off and she knew what to do, almost like reading his mind. She twisted her shoulders and he worked on the other breast with his mouth. The left breast was now in the grasp of his hand while he lashed at the right nipple with his tongue, his lips surrounding the areola. "Oh, fuck, Lucas," she whined. "Suck your sister's tit!"

"Mmmm," he moaned excitedly, never even considering the possibility of letting go. Back and forth he went, breast to breast, nipple to nipple. He noticed his sister grinding more urgently on his lap. The mound in her shorts glided up and down the base of his shaft.

"I'm coming, Lucas," she tittered breathlessly. She whimpered and pressed down hard against his lap, flexing her core and thighs without a sound. She quickly relaxed, leaning into his chest with her face over his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was so good."

"Wow," he breathed. "I've never seen. . . that before."

"I bet it won't be the last time. Are you sure you've never done that before?"

"I swear," he smiled, hugging her tightly. His hand crept down to cup her firm, round ass.

"Are you trying to get me going again?" she giggled.

"Maybe."

She leaned back a little and looked him in the eye before sliding off to the side and tucking her thumbs into her waistband. "I guess if you're going to do this, I won't need these." Lucas swallowed hard, his eyes big as he watched the shorts and white panties slide down her legs, a sparse red bush making its first appearance over a glowing pink pussy. She demurely kept her knees together after seeing her brother eyeballing her crotch. She smiled to herself, knowing that he really did think she was hot. "Are you going to keep those boxers on, now that you're fully exposed?"

Lucas looked down and noted that it was only his gray boxers that were keeping him from being completely naked with a girl. Sure it was his sister, but still. . . He quickly pushed his boxers down, being careful to fish his erection out in the process, before dropping the cotton shorts on the floor.