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When the storm knocks out the power, however, their own things start to involve each other. (Fm-teens, inc, reluc, voy, mast, oral, anal) *** Chapter 1: The Blackout Even over the sounds of the television, Luke could hear the doors of the car shutting and the engine starting up. His parents were leaving for his father's office party. With his four-year-old brother Michael at a babysitter's house for the night, and his ten-year-old sister Julie at a friend's house, it left him home alone, except for his older sister. At nineteen, Desiree was five years older than himself, but she had not been down at all that evening so the house had been essentially his. Luke was the type that never seemed to find a spot on the attractive scale, always riding between a girl's dream and nightmare. His short blonde hair and blue eyes were a treat, as was his well-kept physique from playing baseball. A childhood case of the chickenpox had left him with a few facial scars though, and he wasn't the most sociable of boys. On any given day any girl might have wanted to talk to him or avoid him altogether. That was just what he had to put up with. As is the case with most boys his age, he spent the first thirty minutes watching the goriest programming the network television would allow to be shown, complete with cleavage and poorly-edited-out swearing. That was about the time the sound of thunder started to roll in. He didn't mind the sound, there was no bad language to interrupt. Sitting cozy in his boxers and white muscle shirt, he was king of the television. "Hello? Hello? I can't hear you, you're breaking up," came Desiree's voice as she walked down the stairs, her ear to the phone as she made her way to the kitchen. She was clad in a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and barefoot otherwise. A couple more attempts at contact she hit the button to hang up the phone. She stepped back out of the kitchen with a root beer in hand and made her way to the recliner, "Phone's dead, Jonathan's not coming over. What's on TV?" To say the least, Desiree had her knockout qualities. She kept a semi-athletic build, baby-blue eyes, and had an outspoken desire not to grow her brunette hair long, which suited most people just fine. She just didn't look the same with long hair. The real killers, however, were her breasts. They were large, even on her body, though the way she carried them made it hard to tell as much. With a frame of thirty-six inches and f- sized cups, she was a wet dream come true for the tit- boys. Luke nodded without even looking at her. Jonathan was the class bully if there was to be one. A jock on the football team that had managed to find his way into Desiree's pants. No one else in the family liked the guy, but the way Desiree fell over him it didn't seem to matter. He only came over when the parents were out, and Desiree's moans were unmistakable during those times. She was engaged in behavior their parents would not approve of. Sure, she was nineteen, but it was their house, and their rules. "So he's not coming over, big fucking deal," he returned, more bored in tone than caustic. Although he did not like the guy, he didn't really care. It would have kept her in her room all night, but at the same time she didn't seem interested in much more than television now anyways. "Whatever," she returned, "I guess you're right. Better for me to sit down here and make sure you don't watch dirty movies," she looked in his direction with her left eyebrow raised. It was a moot point a moment later. Luke barely got to see the look she had shot him before the lights flickered and went out, along with every other electric device in the house that didn't use batteries. The blackout was followed a few seconds later by a clap of thunder that shook the house. "Well, that's just great, now I'm horny, bored, and blind all at once," Desiree quipped from her chair. Of course, she wasn't fully blind, there was still some vague light coming in from the window, but it was still dark out because of the cloud cover. The only real light was coming from the occasional flash of lightning, which would then be followed by a clap of thunder that shook the house and rattled the window. Luke stood and moved to the window, glancing outside and trying to look around, but found a grim answer to his unspoken question. Turning back to Desiree, or her direction anyways, he informed her of the situation, "Lights are out up and down the street, and on all the blocks I can't see." He had barely uttered the remarks before tiny pit-pats started to hit the window, and then turned into a thunderous hammering on the roof. The rain had started. "And I think the repairmen may be awhile getting things back up," Desiree added, standing and starting back for the kitchen. When she returned she had a welcome addition to the gathering, a brightly-lit flashlight. She didn't stay long though, turning and heading back upstairs. Luke could hear a door close, and then it was just the rain for a solid three minutes. The silence was ended by a loud and aggravated "SHIT!" Whatever bothered her brought a smile to Luke's face. It was that teenage mental fascination with other people's irritation that provoked the smile, though perhaps it wasn't purely a teenage trait as his father often shared the same mirth. Even if he couldn't see the look on her face, he knew what it amounted to. He took up his former residency on the couch and decided to just relax until she got back. It took Desiree all of three more minutes to find her way back down the stairs, though Luke could only really tell by sound. She didn't have the light with her. "Batteries die, Des?" he questioned her. "Fell in the toilet, hell if I'm reaching in there after it in the dark," she answers, moving towards him in the dark. Everything seemed fine for a moment before a jarring noise broke out, clear and distinct from the storm outside, and much more local, a jarring crack and several glass decorations clinking together. A second later, Desiree's form tumbled onto the couch a bit haphazardly to the loud cry of "FUCK!" Luke couldn't have caught her if he tried, he couldn't even see anything now without the occasional flashes of lightning flashing up the room. Desiree's body crashing down on his almost gave him a similar reaction as she had to what had apparently been a collision between the table and her shin. All he could do was lay there waiting for her to gather herself, which she took her time doing. In the time it took, Luke was more than aware of his sisters face against his chest, grumbling out curses of every sort against the coffee table and the storm that knocked out the lights. He was also well aware of her large, soft breasts pressed against his stomach. Although she had been wearing a bra when she came down before, or so it had looked to him, she clearly wasn't now. She didn't even seem to be wearing the same clothing as before. "Desiree, did you change your clothes up there or something?" She grumbled a bit more before she finally pushed herself up and off his form, "Yeah, just changed out and into something more comfortable. No power, no air conditioning," she answered, more than a bit of pain in her voice as she leaned forward to nurse her leg. He sat up, maneuvering around her as best he could until he could sit beside her, one arm moving to the back of her shoulder and patting it comfortingly. "Not hurt too bad are ya, sis?" "Nah, just my pride," she returns, leaning back against the couch and tilting her head back to rest, "So what did you plan on doing until the power came back? Without Jonathan I ran out of ideas." "Hadn't thought about it much," he joined her in leaning back, though he kept his head towards the window, watching the rain pelting it in the brief flash of a lightning strike, "though I guess I have some ideas." "Oh yeah? Like what?" she asked curiously, sounding a bit surprised at the fact he might have anything at all to do in the dark. "Let's say I was inspired by a crash landing of two large unidentified objects on my-OW!" "Perv," she interrupted him with a punch on the shoulder. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going with there. She sighed softly and stood up, stepping carefully towards the window to watch the storm, "you really shouldn't think that way of your sister anyways." In the darkness, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. He hadn't thought of her that way before, but he wouldn't deny having snuck a few incest erotica readings on his computer either. Her line was almost cliché, "Forgive me for being predictably attracted to unusually large natural breasts," replied Luke, looking over at her as a bright bolt of lightning lit the area and the room. She was mostly a silhouette against the light, but the sides showed enough of what she was wearing. A tank-top and full-bottomed panties, but in the blue light he couldn't pick out the colors. He didn't even have time to try before all was dark again. He knew the shirt wasn't so big though, it wouldn't have covered all the way to the bottoms of her breasts. The mental image would have brought a blush to his cheeks if there was light to see it by. Sister or not, he had to admit he loved the sight of breasts, though he hadn't ever went out of his way to see Desiree's. The only time he could think of seeing them was a couple of years before when he walked in on her in the bathroom one morning, which was hardly his fault. He had just woken up, and she had forgotten to lock the door. At this point he wasn't even trying to stop thinking about them. It could have been any girl, but the tits had to be so large and soft. Nothing unnaturally big, nothing fake, but perfectly ample. He couldn't have stopped thinking if he wanted, his growing erection was taking over his thoughts. He looked towards the window, waiting for the next flash of lightning to confirm she was still there. When it showed her indeed still at the window, he took the advantage of the darkness, laying back and spreading his legs, and moving a hand to work open the crotch of his boxers, sliding out his stiffened penis. He wasn't as manly as the online men, only about five and a half inches in length, but they were a rock-solid five and a half inches, and the throbbing heat that pulsed through them seemed all the more pleasant because two large tits were in the same room. He held back his breath as he worked his hand up and down the solid shaft, even with the rain growing louder it was still easy to hear things in the room. It wasn't easy, the feeling of his foreskin being pushed over and pulled back from his crown was extra pleasant this time, more than he remembered it usually feeling. "It's getting worse, we're probably gonna be dark all night. I don't think we should open the fridge, or expect hot water," Desiree observed, oblivious to what was taking place just ten feet away. She finally moved away from the window, and maneuvered herself around the table carefully and on towards the stairs, "I'll be back, we've got to have another flashlight somewhere." Luke wasn't sure he heard her, nor did he particularly care. Her absence was a chance to let out a much-needed groan of relief as she continued to jerk at his erect dick, the tugging and pulling motions having a subtle but noticeable effect in rubbing his balls against the material of his boxers, a nice bonus for his hard work. "Found one, guess mom and dad wanted a spare in their ro-" she was cut short, as was he, in a manner of speaking, when she returned and focused the light in his direction. He was still as a deer caught in headlights, his hand in mid-stroke, his foreskin only half-peeled back, and his crown glistening in the light. There was a small pause of awkward silence between them, but the throbbing in his loins didn't seem to be going down, nor was she turning the light away. "You know," he started, breaking the tension, "I did tell you what I was planning, so it shouldn't be that big a deal." "You mean...you're thinking of my...oh God," she answered, her tone more exasperated and less upset. She took the light off of him and turned, heading back up the stairs. He returned to his jerking, turning the experience of being caught into a reason to enjoy it all the more. He was still at it when she came back down, only he was going a bit faster. "Fine, here...if you must," she says, aiming the light at him as she tosses him the bra she was wearing earlier. She had worn it all day, so at the very least it smelled of her breasts. As he took it, she turned her head, unwilling to watch as he held one large open cup to his nose and inhaled. "This has got to be the sickest thing I've ever heard of," she said flatly as she moved to sit back down on the couch. The scent was strong, that peculiar scent only breasts really seem to have. He had enjoyed it on a couple of his ex-girlfriends, but they didn't have quite the set of golden globes Desiree sported. "You can say what you want about perversion, but you're still sitting here," he points out as he lowers her bra, moving the other cup over his dick, squeezing it down and using it now to jerk himself. Desiree couldn't hide the blush to her cheeks as she glanced back over, He had her bra mashed and squeezed around his shaft, he was fucking the cup, his penis sliding over and in where her breast had been held not thirty minutes ago. Sure, he was her brother, but the thought otherwise brought a certain twinge down below. The fact Jonathan couldn't be there to give it to her properly wasn't helping matters any. With a mental declaration of 'fuck it,' Desiree quietly slipped her panties aside a bit. She lowered the flashlight and bit her bottom lips to keep her breath back as she slid the bottom end of the light against her sex. She was wet, there was no doubt about it, and with another bite of her lips she slid the flashlight in. The problem was that Desiree had forgotten to turn off the flashlight, and when Luke looked to see what was making the lights jump all around, the sight pushed him over the edge. It wasn't something he could see, so much as what he knew was going on. As his body tensed, and as his young nuts pumped one shot after another of his seed into the cup of her bra, his sister was playing with herself right next to him. "Desiree, that is so hot," he said. Even as his throbbing shaft had started to soften, his sister had quickly turned his switches back on, leaving him against to pulse against the walls of the cup of her bra. He pulled it away, his semen dripping down the insides and down along his shaft, and he offers the now-misshapen undergarment to her. She looked away from him, refusing the 'gift' with some disgust, even as she continues to fuck herself with the flashlight, sending the beam up and down against the walls of the house. "No. I...can't take that dirty thing," she explained, her voice heavy with desire unfulfilled. She turned a bit away on the seat, angling her back towards him. Not to be put off so easily, Luke took her as she turned and pushed her a bit more in that direction, forcing her onto one knee on the couch with her other leg extended for support against the floor. She looked back at him with first a look of curiosity, which then grew to one of fear. "What are you...NO!" she yelled out when his plan hit her. She tried to fight back, and in truth she should have easily overpowered him. But the truth was only her upper body was fighting. Her lower body, with her hand still pounding that flashlight in and out of her pussy, wasn't resisting all that much. But it wasn't her pussy Luke was going for. He held her firmly with one hand as his other took her panties and pulled them further aside. He had only heard of the act, he didn't know what preparations were needed. He didn't bother to ask. He moved in and planted the slimy head of his penis against the pink ring of her anus and started to slowly push inward. Desiree stiffened up considerably, halting all movement as her whole body was hit with a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was to her benefit that she had some experience in the act, and that Luke's dick was coated in semen, or else it would have been a nightmare, at least more so than having your younger brother fuck your ass already was. As Luke slid himself slowly into her rectal passage, she found herself giving in enough to moan. He was smaller than Jonathan, he was lubed up to some small degree, and she still had a nice, long flashlight handle stuffed inside her. She stuffed it in a bit deeper and left it there, drawing her hand down to start massaging around her clitoris. It was sick, it was disgusting, and it was beyond the point of no return. Her brother was fucking her ass, and she was masturbating. "You're...ah, not as tight as I'd imagined anal to be," Luke quipped as she drew himself back out, before setting into a steady rhythm of repeated thrusting. He couldn't see anymore, the light was shining below his dick, and when he moved inwards he could feel the warmth of the lens against his balls, but above that point everything was dark. It was by feel that he moved his hands to grasp and hold to Desiree's rear cheeks. "F-fuck...you..." she shot back in panting breaths. She was taking to leaning forward, allowing the weight of her breasts to rest against the couch, and pushing her ass into a better angle for Luke to take. Her head was turned to the side, and her eyes closed, her breathing growing faster as she continues to work over her clit with rapid motions, never directly touching it. Luke's pounding was met with continuous squeezing and clenching of her anal muscles, her body at once reacting to the pleasure and trying to force him out for good as her pussy did much the same with the flashlight. It wasn't his first time fucking, but it was his first time fucking an ass, and it was certainly his first incestuous experience. Even after having an orgasm already, it wasn't too long before he found himself groaning loudly and thrusting in harder. It was only seconds after that began that he buried himself fully in her ass and squeezed her rump tighter, pulling a groan from her lips as his throbbing hot cock emptied another load of his young nutjuice, this time into her ass. It was an unusual experience, to feel his dick throbbing and ejecting into such a hot and dry orifice, while his pumping balls were mashed against the material of his boxers, being heated just so slightly by the lens of a flashlight buried in his sister's pussy. "Ahh, I never thought an asshole would feel this good," he breathed softly, still buried inside that tight anal cavity. "You're the...the asshole..." Desiree barely breathed out in response as she frigged around her clitoris even harder, her breathing growing heavier and heavier. It was almost a half a minute after Luke's declaration of satisfaction that she was able to bring herself to orgasm. To his disappointment, she wasn't a screamer, or a squirter, two things he found incredibly hot, but she was still an obvious one with the rigid jerking and spasming of her body. It seemed like every muscle in her body had been set off, including those still surrounding his softening prick. It was heaven feeling her climaxing ass pulling and squeezing his dick, he could have swore he felt the last drop of his cum being pulled out as he slid out of her. "That...was so...fucking... incredible," he tried to compliment her, speaking slowly to emphasize how wonderful he felt. He fell back to sitting on the couch, his soft dick still hanging out the crotch of his boxers, something she saw clearly when she looked back, as her ass was aimed at him, as was the flashlight still in her snatch. "If you breath one fucking word of this to anyone..." she warned, trailing off in attempt to show him how dire a threat it was. She was still wet though, but she had enough humiliation for one night. She slid the flashlight out of her pussy, and shifted her panties back into place before standing and heading into the kitchen. Luke was aware of the water running a bit, and a couple of minutes later Desiree was back in the room with a cleaned and dried flashlight. "Now that you're back...could you take care of me a little?" he asked her, trying as casual an approach to a blowjob request as he could. She glared at him, putting on a resistant front even as the damp heat in her loins begged otherwise. When she leaned over, still glaring, and took the end of his penis in her lips, he could have died with surprise and delight. The taste was filthy, dirty, like something that had just been in her ass for sure. Yes, she cleaned and stayed well prepared for the occasion of anal, but it never changed the fact that ass-to-mouth was still a dirty act. And that dirty, filthy act never ceased to keep her pussy pulsing with warmth. When he laid his head back and groaned, it was hard for her not to smile to herself. She had barely done more than enclose the end of his dick in her lips and it was as if she now had some measure of control over him. She slid her lips down further, suckling softly like a child at candy, cleaning him of her dirty taste slowly but surely in one go, right down to the base, holding him fully in her mouth and just partially in her throat, leaving her lips and nose pressed against a lush forest of pubic hairs. The smell was intoxicating, raw and sexual, the smell of an aroused crotch, of semen and sweat, and a touch of urine. Desiree found herself hesitating before sliding back up his length. She worked down just a bit again, enough to slide his foreskin back from the crown, She pressed her tongue against the underside, and extended it just a bit as she pulled back, holding it effectively in place as she pulled the foreskin over it. Luke moaned with intense delight as he looked down. She was holding the light, aiming it there as she tilted her head a bit, her mouth open to let him see as she ran her tongue in slow circles around his covered head. He shuddered hard with the visual, almost hitting his peak again as he stared at the outline of her tongue moving about under his skin, as he felt the wet and warm sensation of that delicate pink appendage pleasuring him on two different fronts. She had enough though, her mouth wouldn't be enough to satisfy her own needs, her hands weren't going to do this time. She closed her lips and pulled back a little, wriggling her tongue about around the tugged- out foreskin, suckling gently on it before releasing it altogether and looking up at him. She moved up, climbing into position to straddle his waist, moving down just enough to let his erection feel the heat of her snatch through her panties. His right hand moves down between their forms and pushed those panties aside, his left hand slid up and under her shirt, forcing it up as it groped at her right breast. As Luke felt her up, and angled his cock, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. As he kissed her, she reciprocated, mashing back against him, draping her arms around his shoulders and holding him tight as she pushed her hips down, impaling his cock inside her soaking wet pussy. It was almost a magic moment, the willing initial union of a brother and sister in unnatural bliss, as his penis was completely engulfed inside her vaginal opening. Time seemed to stop for a moment, no sounds but their breathing, the pounding rain, and the rolling thunder. No electric hums or buzzes, no television shows, no ticking clock. It was when Desiree finally broke the kiss to take a breath that she began thrusting her hips forward and back, each motion in being finished with a tight squeeze around Luke's stiff rod. "How does it feel...to fuck your sister?" she asked him, her voice lacking any of her previous reluctance, now well-consumed with desire and lust. "It's awesome...Jonathan's a lucky bastard," he answered, bringing only the slightest twinge of guilt to her. That's right, she was cheating on him, with her own flesh and blood no less, but it was too late to back out. At least Luke's dick was smaller, he'd never know anything was amiss if she kept quiet. All the same, rather than hear his name again, she pulled Luke down towards her left breast. He parted his lips and latched on to her stiff nipple, He sucked hard on it, tugging it into his mouth along with the surrounding areola. He lashed over it with his tongue, encouraging her to rock and buck her hips harder. Even the sudden clap of thunder jarring the whole house wasn't enough to drown out her cry of pleasure as he suckled at the flesh of her breast and fondled at her other with a firm and massaging grip. Against her breasts he could have died with no regrets in life, and the fact he hadn't was all the more amazing. He couldn't move his hips with her pressing down on him, the motions were all hers, it was mind- numbing how wonderful she felt grinding back and forth in his lap, stirring his cock from one side to the other, pressing in alternating degrees against the front and back of her vaginal walls. "We... shouldn't do this... not without protection!" On any other girl he would have gone ahead without a care as nothing would have pulled his lips from such a wonderfully-sized breast, but this was a special case. There was no way he wanted to explain the results of a paternity test to his parents. He'd seen enough daytime talk shows to figure it wasn't worth it. "You're right...so let's change things a little," she agreed, raising up on her knees and leaning over to grab at the darkness. When she pulled her hand back, she had her bra. She squeezed at the other cup, the one that was still clean, and placed it over his erect shaft, then carefully lowered herself onto it. The soft and material was a unique feeling, one impossible for her to describe, and one even harder to move with. It was soaked quickly in her vaginal honey, and clung to her, such that when she moved or raised her hips, it came with her, stroking at Luke's cock with the equally-pleasant inside. "This thing...makes your dick feel much bigger inside," she teased him, leaning forward and presenting his face again with her breast. He didn't respond, not that he could, his lips reattached to her nipple and began to suckle like a baby at its mother. No milk came, of course, she wasn't lactating, but it was something else to feel her supremely soft flesh against his lips as he pulled at it. His arms slid around her, holding her against him, letting the soft flesh press against his face, letting their unique scent fill his nose as he worked her over orally. "Fuck me, Luke, move your hips... stuff my cunt with your nice, hot cock," she urged, starting to work her hips all the more forcefully. Her muscles squeezed at the material of her bra, and her brother's dick inside it. It was plenty enough to start her on the path to climax even without his sucking lips on her sensitive nipple. It was all he could do to obey Desiree's command. With her hips pressing down against him, it was tough for him to move at all, but he managed to move about, shifting in his seat, causing his cock to stir and press into her hot, soft bra, pressing it in turn into her pussy, every exchange of motion between them rippling through that soft garment back to the other. Luke's voice was all mumbles as he groaned against her breast, his tongue lashing hard against it as he gave her all he had. With a final thrust he groaned hard against her flesh, his hands moving to her ass and pulling her down, holding her still as he blew his load into the cup of her bra. "Oh, Luke!" Desiree cried as she felt the throbbing and twitching of his climaxing prick through that soft, wet material, following shortly after into her own peak, squeezing him tightly against her breast as her pussy massaged and squeezed at his shaft, clenching down tightly as she held back her moans. He didn't know why, she never held back with Jonathan, but perhaps she wasn't aware he could hear her either. He wasn't about to ask either, his mind was blown and his dick was thoroughly satisfied. Even with the rough pounding of the rain on the roof and a bright flash of lightning to fill the room, he found himself succumbing to sleep. By the time Desiree had gathered her wits enough to stand, he was already out. She repositioned her panties in place and scooped up the semen trickling from her anus and licked it from her fingers before kneeling down. She pulled her bra from his dick and leaned forward to lick it clean of his semen before gently tucking it back into his boxers. He would look natural enough when their parents got home. "Night, brother," she told his sleeping form before grabbing the flashlight and her bra and heading upstairs. She took the time to fish the other light from the toilet and set it on the sink for their parents to take care of, then she wiped out her bra with a tissue and placed it in with the dirty laundry before heading to bed herself. It hadn't been such a long night, but it had been an unusual one. One that left both of them dreaming of the others embrace, only in their dreams the power was on, brought together by attraction rather than lust in a blackout. Even over the sounds of the television, Luke could hear the doors of the car shutting and the engine starting up. After partying and getting home late, his parents were still up before he was and on their way to work already. His mind recalled the dream and the time that inspired it. Shame the power went out, he didn't have a clock to time it, not that he was awake at the end anyways. As he laid back down on the couch, he reached down to nurse the growing bulge in his boxers. As he started to work at his dick, he could swear he heard Desiree moaning upstairs. With their other siblings still out, the day was sure to be long for the both of them. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57