But on the inside, we were a very normal, loving dysfunctional family, if such a thing exists.
I am the oldest of my mother’s four children. Paul’s name is on my birth certificate as my father, but Jack claims that he is actually the man who sired me. Before I was born, Mom juggled both men, so both men had realistic claims of paternity. But I had always accepted Paul as my dad and Jack as my mom’s kinda-sorta boyfriend. Shortly after I was born, Mom lost touch with Jack for many years. Because of this, there was never any doubt as to the paternity of my three younger siblings.
In Jack’s absence, Mom descended into Paul’s dangerous world of drugs, guns, and crazy living. All of this happened while I was growing up. I am thankful that both Mom and Paul had the decency to not involve myself or my two brothers in all that mess. Grandma Beth took me and my siblings and raised us.
Mom and Paul’s marriage hit rock bottom as the drugs and reckless living took their toll on it. Just before they would separate for good, however, they brought yet another child into this world: my little sister, Monica. Shortly after Monica was born, Paul was involved in a shooting incident and ended up in prison for six years.
Mom did not want to burden Grandma with a fourth child, so she decided to get clean and raise Monica on her own. With Paul in prison, she believed, this would be easy to do. But it was not to be. Mom lived out of her car and shuffled around the country staying in one trashy motel or another. Kicking the drugs wasn’t as easy as she hoped it would be.
Shortly after Paul was released from prison, Mom witnessed a Mafia hit in Las Vegas and was forced into witness protection. Fearing that she would be killed either by her drug habit or by retaliation from the Mafia, she executed a plan with the FBI to return Monica to Paul and make the whole thing look like a child abandonment. Paul then went on to raise Monica as a single dad.
As for myself and my two brothers, we watched our mother go constantly in and out of rehab. Grandma took good care of us , making sure we saw as little of our mother’s troubles as possible. And no matter what, the three of us had each other. We were inseparable and always had each others’ backs.
My little brother Shane was five years younger than me. He was a stereotypical jock: always playing football, baseball, basketball, you name it. And he definitely had a way with the girls. Every girl in the neighborhood wanted to fuck my brother.
Shane and I had a very close relationship. We spent many nights talking, playing video games, watching movies, even playing and wrestling. When I was about 21, this physical play became, how should I say, erotic. I felt sick to my stomach every time I fantasized about my little brother pounding my pussy. I would often enter the bathroom while he was showering just so that I could take a look at his amazing hard body. Shane didn’t seem to mind this, and often flirted with me in return, sneaking up behind me and grabbing my boobs.
But as flirtatious and physically affectionate as we were, we never had any kind of sexual relationship. That was a line I was never willing to cross with him. I have always considered myself to be a Christian with deeply-held beliefs. So, although nothing was ever said between Shane and I, it was very clear we were never going to “go there”.
My baby brother, Damian, was a different story. Unlike his more athletic and outgoing older brother, Damian was very studious and nerdy. He was a Star Trek geek to the core. He was turned down routinely by the girls. As much as I loved him, I never felt that we were particularly close. He was seven years my junior and I always thought of him as a baby, even into my adulthood.
To make matters worse, when Damian was about 16, he developed a sick crush on me. He made creepy comments about my body at very inappropriate times and places, such as the dinner table. He wrote desperate love poems about me and he used to say that if he’s ever elected to public office, he’ll legalize incest just so that he can marry me. Damian made no attempt to hide these feelings for me from Grandma and Shane.
And Grandma Beth, being the twisted dirty old lady she is, actually told me I should give him a go.
As for my own sex life, I have committed one of the worst sins a girl can commit: having a sexual relationship with my mother’s boyfriend while she’s in rehab. That’s right: while she was working hard on her drug abuse problem, Jack– a man who believed himself to be my father– was banging me.
He had come to visit the house where I lived with Grandma and the siblings, and we were in the middle of an intense fuck session. Jack had me bent over on the bed as he smacked my ass red.
“So who’s your real daddy?” Jack demanded, as he delivered a firm smack to my ass.
“Paul’s my daddy,” I said, teasing him.
He smacked my ass even harder.
“Wrong answer,” Jack said, “Who’s your daddy?”
“Paul’s my daddy,” I answered again.
“This is gonna keep going until you get it right,” Jack said, once again giving a hard smack to my ass.
“Now who’s your daddy?” He demanded.
By now, it really started to hurt. I love a good spanking as much as the next girl, but this was wearing me out.
“You’re my daddy, Jack,” I said, “Now fuck me!”
“That’s my girl,” Jack said. “Now turn around and suck your daddy’s cock.”
I did as he ordered and took his huge cock into my mouth. I gingerly teased his main vein with my tongue, squeezing out the clear salty ooze from the end of his dick, which I then swallowed. I continued to stick my tongue down his pee hole, while fonding his balls.
“Oh, my girl gives such good head,” Jack said as he pulled my hair.
I began to tease Jack’s dick head with my teeth. He always loved it when I did this. Then I worked my way down his shaft before taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them.
Jack started to come, and I held my mouth open as he shot his pearly white juice on to my face and tongue.
With his cum clean from my mouth and lips, I took hold of his cock once more to suck the cum that was left in his dick.
“Oh Jesus!” he exclaimed, in response to the tenderness in his cock that I had violated.
When I finished sucking the last drops of cum out of him, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to go soft.
He walked over to put his pants back on.
“You know something,” Jack said, “this is the very same room where I fucked your mother for the first time.”
Needless to say, Jack certainly knew how to kill the moment.
“I know, you’ve only told me that a million times,” I said, wiping the remainder of the cum from my cheeks. “And you say you used to be gay.”
He didn’t like that comment very much, and turned around to give me a dirty look.
“Well, get your clothes on,” he said. “Time to go pick your mother up from rehab.”
A while later, Jack and I arrived back home with Mom. Grandma and Shane had cooked a nice welcome-home dinner for her.
The six of us sat down to dinner and I said grace, something we always did before meals. I couldn’t help but think what God would say if he knew of my activity just hours before. It killed me seeing Jack and Mom sitting next to each other, holding hands and being affectionate with one another. I knew I deserved better, but fucking Jack was so nasty, so raunchy, and oh so wrong. That was why I found it irresistible.
“Damian,” I said, “pass me the salt.”
“What’s the magic word, gorgeous?” he asked.
“Damian!” I shouted.
He smiled at me and handed me the salt.
“I swear to God,” I said. “One night I’m going to sneak into your room while you’re sleeping and beat you to death.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Damian said.
“Damian, that’s rude!” Grandma scolded. “Apologize to your sister!”
“Sorry, Sis,” Damian said.
Shane glared at his younger brother for a moment.
“I swear,” Shane said. “No wonder there’s not a girl alive who would sleep you if you were the last guy on earth.”
“So this is what I get to come home to,” Mom said.
After dinner, Jack kissed Mom goodbye and went home.
I went to my room a short while later and wrapped my welcome-home gift for Mom. I knew this had been just one of many countless homecomings from rehab, but I really wanted to give her encouragement to stay clean. A small heart-shaped picture of myself and my brothers, I thought, should help provide that.
I walked down the hall to Mom’s room to hand her the gift. I knocked on the door, but there was no response.
“Mom!” I yelled as I knocked again.
“Go away!” I heard her yell from the other side.
“Are you okay, Mom?” I asked.
“Yes,” Mom said. “Just go away!”
I was scared. She only acted this way when she was using and I didn’t want to have to take her to the hospital again when she overdosed.
“Mom, I’m coming in!” I yelled, before opening the door.
And you can imagine my surprise.
Mom was bent over on the bed and Shane was fucking her doggy style! I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to die. Shane stopped and turned around, his hard cock hanging from his crotch.
“Sorry, Sis,” Shane said. “I guess the secret’s out now.”
I had no words. I simply placed the gift down on the dresser, turned around, walked out, and closed the door.
I walked down the hall and went to the only person I could turn to– I hated myself for this– Damian.
I knocked on Damian’s door.
He answered, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and smiled at me.
“This is a surprise,” he said.
I walked in and sat down on his bed. He had three computers on, each doing a different task, all game-related. He had some crazy science-fiction movie playing on his television and his room was littered with trash and laundry that hadn’t been done in weeks.
“Sorry you caught me like this,” he said. “I’m just finishing up a term paper.”
“A term paper?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “Some dude is paying me 300 bucks to do it for him.”
Damian’s mind was always working on ways to make money. He aspired to be the next Donald Trump and eventually wanted to be president of the United States. He had big dreams for his 16 years and a lifetime to achieve them. But he was so damn creepy. I wanted to get to the point and leave.
“I just caught Shane and Mom having sex,” I said.
“No way!” Damian said.
“Would I make something like that up?” I asked.
“You know,” Damian said, “Grandma told me that sort of thing runs in this family.”
I was starting to get irritated with him.
“Damian,” I said, “that’s pretty fucked up.”
“It’s true,” he said. “If Shane and Mom can do their thing, maybe we can do our thing.”
“I’m outta here,” I said.
I got up and went back to my room. I reached for my cell phone and started to call Jack, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Damian didn’t even give me time to answer before he opened my door.
“Amy, whether you want to believe it or not,” he said, “someday, I’m going to marry you. Because I love you that much.”
I threw a pillow at him.
“Go to bed, Damian!” I yelled.
After that, I decided to move out. At 23 years old, it was probably time to do so anyway.
Jack and Shane helped me move my things into my new apartment. It was a very tense afternoon, all of us knowing that Jack had been fucking me, Shane had been fucking Mom, and Shane and I were attracted to each other, but not one of us wanting to mention any of that.
When we finished loading the last truck load of my stuff, Shane gave me a hug.
“Good luck, Amy,” he said. “You are so ready for this.”
“I know,” I said.
With that, he left. It was just me and Jack. Alone.
“Not a bad little place you got here,” Jack said.
“No, not at all,” I agreed.
We were silent for a few minutes, not sure what to say.
“Jack,” I said. “What would you say if I told you I caught Mom sleeping with another man?”
“I guess I would say good for her,” he answered. “Your mother and I aren’t married.”
I walked over to him and began to play with his crotch.
“Wouldn’t you like to get married someday?” I asked.
I felt his cock begin to grow hard.
“Never know,” he said. “If I find the right woman.”
He groaned as he slowly became aroused.
I pulled out his cock and dropped to my knees. Then, I took it in my mouth and began to work it.
“You’re so good at sucking Daddy’s cock,” Jack said.
I never really believed he was my dad. That was something he thought to be true. Nevertheless, I humored him.
“I love Daddy’s cock!” I said.
I continued to suck his cock until he pulled away, lifting me up and laying me down on my sofa. He then took my clothes off before undressing himself.
He took my legs and rested them on my shoulder as he put his cock into me.
Then, he fucked my pussy until he came.
But instead of laying with me and cuddling, he abruptly reached for his pants to put them back on.
“Well I suppose I should get going,” Jack said.
I was angry.
“Jack, I feel like a whore,” I said. “Can’t you just stay with me for a while?”
“No,” he said flatly. “I’ve gotta go.”
“To who?” I asked. “Mom?”
I could tell he was starting to get irritated with me.
“Listen, Amy,” he said, “We’re not married. We will never be married. We’re just a dad and his daughter who like to play a little. It’s just a thing.”
I was so angry I began to cry.
“Maybe for you!” I screamed. “Now why don’t you get the fuck out of here and go back to sucking dick!”
With that, Jack left.
A short while later, I heard another truck pull up. This was followed by the sound of footsteps and finally, a knock at the door. It was Damian.
“Damian,” I said, “I’ve had a long day and I’m not really in the mood for company.”
He could tell I was very upset.
“What’s the matter, Sis?” he asked.
“Come on in,” I said, finally giving in.
I sat down and began to cry.
“Damian,” I began, “I have something really awful to tell you.”
Without hesitation, my baby brother grabbed me and gave me a comforting hug and kissed me on the forehead.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Jack and I have been having an affair,” I confessed.
“Does Mom know?” he asked.
“No Mom doesn’t know!” I barked.
“Okay, okay,” he said, sensing that I was very upset.
He reached up to touch my face and wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. Then he placed my legs on his lap.
“Jack’s a prick,” Damian said. “I never liked him. And you’re better off.”
Damian and I just sat there without words. It was a watershed moment. He was showing a maturity that I had never seen before. He suddenly became a different person.
“Oh come here, baby brother,” I said, pulling him close to give him a big hug.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked. “I don’t know…go for a drive or something?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’d love that, actually.”
A short while later, Damian and I were driving through the Tennessee countryside in his old beat up truck. Damian turned down a dirt road and continued for several miles.
“So are you and Jack through?” Damian asked.
“Over and done with,” I said. “I never want to see him again. He can go back to doing guys for all I care.”
“What?” Damian asked, laughing.
“It’s true,” I said. “Jack was in the army and he fucked Mom because he was trying to make himself straight. It was back during Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.”
“He just traded one immoral lifestyle for another,” Damian said.
“I wouldn’t say that,” I said. “Everybody deserves to live a life that makes them happy.”
Suddenly, Damian stopped the truck.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Let’s get out for a minute,” he said. “I want to show you something.”
Both of us got out.
He sat up on the hood of the truck and signaled for me to join him. He then pointed down the road to a hill.
“Do you see that?” he asked.
“It’s a hill,” I said.
“Yes,” he said, “and neither of us can see what’s on the other side. There could be another road. There could be a town…or there might even be a cliff that we’ll fall over if we continue.”
“I’m not following you,” I said.
“Think of this road as life,” he explained. “You don’t know what’s on the other side of the hill until you drive up to it. It’s scary to make that kind of journey alone. That’s what you’re doing right now by moving out, by ending things with Jack. But you have in front of you a hill to climb and I’d like to climb it with you. That is, if you’ll let me.”
These were some of the most kind and beautiful words anyone had ever said to me. For such an immature dork most of the time, Damian was really going a long way in proving that he was growing up. We just sat there for a few minutes, taking in the scenery.
“Well, I suppose we should get going,” Damian said.
We hopped down off the hood of the truck and went back into the cab.
Damian tried to start the truck, but it would not budge.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It won’t start,” he said.
Damian tried a few more times to start the truck, but to no avail. Finally, he started to panic.
I pulled out my cell phone, but there was no signal.
We were stranded.
“Great,” I said. “Now what?”
So we were stuck out in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road. Hours went by and not one single vehicle passed us. We got out and started to walk around to see if there might be a spot where I could get a signal on my phone.
Damian kept trying to get a signal on his phone, but there was no luck.
“I’m going to walk down the road and see if there’s anyone around who might have a phone we can use,” I said.
“Just stay close by,” Damian said. “I don’t want to lose you and have to go looking for you.”
I did not heed his advice, however. Before long, we got separated. When I turned around, Damian was nowhere to be found.
“Damian!” I yelled.
There was no answer. I was lost.
For the next couple of hours, I walked around aimlessly, desperately trying to find Damian, but it was no use. It was starting to get dark and I was alone in the woods.
I continued to try to find him as the sun rapidly went down. I began to panic. I was terrified.
“Damian!” I yelled.
All I heard was an empty echo.
So I sat down and began to contemplate. I checked my completely useless cell phone to see if there might be a signal. But by now, the battery was dead.
What seemed like an eternity later, I heard a faint voice.
“Amy!”
I got up and began to yell.
“Damian!” I yelled. “Over here!”
I heard footsteps through the brush approaching me. Then, I finally saw the shadowy figure of my brother in the moonlight.
I ran over to him and hugged him and began to cry.
“I told you to stay close by,” he said.
He gave me a kiss before leading me back to the truck.
We returned to the truck, both of coming up empty-handed in our desperate search for help.
“Let me see if I can start it again,” Damian said.
He tried to start the truck, but it still would not start.
“Well,” he said. “I guess we’re camping out tonight.”
A short while later, I felt his hands caress my shoulders. I didn’t want to give in to what was obviously an attempt to make out with me, but it felt so good. I just allowed him to work his fingers into my skin and massage my neck and shoulders.
“Relax,” he said. “We’re safe. We’ll get help in the morning.”
“I know,” I said, leaning back to allow him to continue massaging me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “Keep going.”
He gently moved his head around to kiss me on the lips. Finally, I gave in and allowed him to kiss me.
But then I stopped.
“Damian, we can’t do this,” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because it’s in the Bible,” I answered. “God will send us to Hell for this.”
“You didn’t seem to think God would have a problem with you fucking your own father,” he said.
“Jack’s not my father,” I said.
“You don’t know that for sure,” he said.
“Okay, you win,” I said. “You really want to lose your virginity out here in the middle of nowhere in a broken-down pickup?”
“I can’t think of a better place,” Damian said with an ear-to-ear grin.
With that, I turned around and began to undo his pants. I pulled out my baby brother’s thick cock and put it in my mouth.
He began to laugh.
“Oh God,” he said. “That tickles!”
I teased his head with my tongue, licking the inside of his pee hole. He began to squirm and his laughter was uncontrollable.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “I’ve just never had anyone go down on me before.”
I took his virgin cock all the way into my mouth and sucked it down my throat, massaging his main vein with the back of my tongue. As I began to move up and down his shaft, his laughter turned to groans of ecstasy.
“That feels so fucking good!” he said.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Oh fuck yeah!” he said. “Don’t stop.”
As I continued to suck on my baby brother’s cock, he held my head close to his groin, gently running his fingers through my hair.
I felt his cock throb in my mouth with each grunt and groan of pleasure he let out.
I began to tease the head of his dick with my teeth. He convulsed in ecstasy as I raked them along his tender head.
Then I reached into his pants and pulled out his balls. I licked and sucked them while massaging his cock with my hand.
Then, I slowly let go as to not make him come.
“That was great,” he said. “My first blowjob!”
“You liked that, did you?” I asked.
“Oh God, yes!” he said.
He reached over to play with my titties, curiously touching my areolas and nipples as they became erect. I felt myself getting hot and wet. I knew I was going to hell for this, but I was enjoying this like no other experience before. I was going to have an orgasm if we continued.
“I think we need to carry this somewhere where we have more room,” he said.
He got out of the truck with his hard wet cock still hanging out and pulled up his pants. I then followed him into the woods, where we found a soft patch of grass.
I sat down and took off my shirt.
“Would you come undo my bra?” I asked.
Damian eagerly sat down, reached behind me and unclipped my bra, revealing my naked titties under the moonlight.
“You wanna suck on them?” I asked.
He wasted no time in putting his mouth to my large, erect nipples. He suckled my breasts like a nursing baby. I held my baby brother’s head as he worked his wonder. I felt my pussy ooze as his tongue played with my nipples, covering my breast in saliva, and feeling his soft, young face against my naked chest.
“Your skin is so soft,” he said.
He smiled as he reached down to unbutton my pants. I laid down on the ground and raised my legs so that he could pull them off. Then, I took his hand and led it into my crotch, where he began to finger my pussy underneath my panties.
I could tell immediately that he was inexperienced. His fingers searched for a hole but couldn’t seem to find it. He did, however, find my erect clit. Mistaking it for my pussy cave, he plunged his finger into my clit.
“No,” I laughed. “I’m down here.”
I took his hand and moved his finger into my pussy. The look on his face was one of wonder and amazement as his fingers explored the inside of me, working his fingers into my wet pussy.
After fingering my pussy for a few minutes, he took off my panties, revealing to him my full snatch. I opened my legs to allow him to go down on me.
Damian’s tongue began to bathe my pussy lips. But instead of the detailed teasing I had given him when I blew him, he mostly moved his tongue back and forth along the outside of my lips. This was because he wasn’t experienced enough to know where my pleasure areas were.
“Can I fuck you now?” he asked.
I laughed, not used to such a direct and unsexy way of saying he was ready to take the plunge.
“Yes,” I said. “Of course you can.”
He stood up and took his shoes, pants, and underwear off. I looked up at my baby brother’s beautiful body, about to descend on me and finally into me.
I once again spread my legs, teasing my pussy as he knelt down between them. He leaned down to kiss me before taking hold of his cock to put it into me.
He pressed his cock against my clit and began to thrust, surprised that he wasn’t plunging into me. An embarrassed expression came across his face.
He then pushed his dick a little bit lower but was still unable to penetrate.
I reached around and took hold of his dick, finally placing it into my hole. He gave a vicious thrust, which caused me to squirm.
“You okay?” he asked.
“You’re doing good,” I said, trying to reassure him.
His cock finally in my pussy, he began pistoning in and out of me, my pussy walls closing in on his throbbing dick.
“You like that?” I asked.
“This feels great!” he said.
It wasn’t long before Damian finally found his rhythm and began fucking me hard and effortlessly. He confidently grabbed hold of my legs and put them over his shoulder as he pounded my pussy. I felt like I was on fire as I went into orgasm.
Damian began thrusting harder and faster, his young virgin cock finally reaching climax from his first fuck. Sweat poured down his face and body. He turned bright red as his love juice was deposited deep within me.
He then laid down on top of me and began to kiss me. We laid there for as long as we could before the sweat on our skin started to get cold. Then, we got up, put our clothes back on, and went back to the truck.
Back in the truck, we prepared to go to sleep for the night.
“So how was it?” he asked.
“Damian,” I said. “It was the best sex I ever had.”
I was lying, of course. But for his first time, I wanted to stroke his ego. I wanted him to have full confidence that he could please a woman. That way, maybe next time, it would be even better.
“I knew you’d say that,” he said. “See, I was good. You just didn’t believe me until now.”
“Don’t push it, baby brother,” I said.
Shortly after, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning, I woke up, still stranded. Damian was still asleep, cuddling with me. I didn’t want to wake him, but I wanted to go home.
“Damian, wake up!” I said.
He stirred for a moment before waking up. He then leaned over to kiss me. His breath was atrocious.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said.
“Okay, so we fucked,” I said. “Now let’s go home.”
Damian sat up, looked at me, and smiled.
“When we get home, I’ve got some money coming to me,” he said.
“I don’t get it,” I said.
“I made a bet with some guys I play Halo with,” he explained. “The first one to get laid wins the bet.”
Suddenly, I remembered I had just spent the night with my very juvenile immature dorky teenage brother. At that moment, there was no sign of the wonderful young man I made love to the night before.
“And to think I let you into my vagina!” I said. “What was I thinking?”
Damian leaned over and tickled me.
“And what a vagina it is!” He said.
“Damian, get off of me!” I said. “This is gross!”
He grabbed hold of my tits and squeezed them before giving me a huge wet kiss on the mouth.
“You didn’t think it was gross last night when we made love,” he said.
Suddenly, we saw a truck approaching. Damian got out to flag it down.
The truck pulled up to us.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a phone, would you?” he asked the driver.
“Sure,” the driver said, pulling out his cell phone.
The reception on the phone was excellent and Damian made a call to our dad. Afterwards, he handed the phone back and thanked the man for his help.
Damian came back inside the truck and took his shirt off.
“Dad will be here soon,” he said. “In the meantime, I want you to suck my dick.”
Unable to resist, I reached into his pants, pulled out his cock, and began to suck my brother off once again.
I sucked his cock until he came and then swallowed his pearly white cum.
After that, Damian and I fell asleep again. A couple hours later, there was a firm knock on the window. There I was, laying on my brother’s naked chest with his cock hanging out his pants as Paul looked on.
“Oh my God!” I cried. “Paul!”
Damian woke up and quickly put on his shirt and rolled down the window.
“What’s up, Dad?” Damian said, with an embarrassed grin.
“So this is what my kids are up to,” Paul said.
There was no explaining our way out of this one. We were busted.
We made it back home, as it turned out all we needed was a jump. But now our secret was out in the open. Paul knew. And certainly, Mom and Shane would know soon, if they didn’t already (Mom and Paul spoke on rare occasions). Now we had nothing to lose.
Damian and I continued to bond and we had sex regularly. About a month after the ordeal, I awoke to the sound of a horn honking. I looked out the window and Damian had pulled up with the bed of his truck fully loaded. He walked up the stairs to my apartment and knocked on the door.
“Damian,” I asked, “what’s going on?”
“I’m moving in,” he said.
I was shocked and didn’t know what to say.
“When did I agree to this?” I asked.
“Come on, Amy,” he reasoned, “we’re soul mates. You know it and I know it.”
I wanted to be angry. I really did. But I couldn’t.
“So what do you say?” he asked.
“I say start unloading the truck,” I answered.
A few hours later, my tranquil apartment had turned into a dork haven: computers and video games all over the living room, Star Trek and Star Wars memorabilia displayed everywhere, posters of Albert Einstein, Donald Trump, and Ronald Reagan now adorned my walls.
As Damian sat on my sofa playing his X-box, I lay next to him in his arms. I guess I was resigned to the life of an adolescent, at least until my soul mate grew up.
“You know,” Damian said, “I’m going to make a lot of money someday. And when I do, I’m going to buy us a big house on a lake. We’ll have a huge backyard, a swimming pool, a couple of dogs…”
“No kids?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “Definitely no kids.”
“Well, baby brother,” I said, “that’s one thing we agree on completely.”
With that, I took his game controller away and threw it on the floor. I leaned over and kissed him. We took off our clothes and began to make love once again.
Damian was true to his word. We decided to turn our incestuous relationship into a money-maker. When Damian turned 18, we launched a website featuring live sex. For just 9.99 a month, anyone in the world could watch brother and sister fuck daily. It earned us enough money to put a nice down payment on our dream house, which we shared with our three dogs.
The rest, as they say, is history.
THE END
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