TITLE    : Housewarming
STORYID  : housewarming-3
SUMMARY  : Who'd have thought a caladium could be so hot?
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2008-11-26
CATEGORY : taboo-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |siblings|brother|sister|


I was on my fifth beer when I remembered that I was supposed to be at Penny's house.



I took a final sip, rising from the table as I did, and set the tall, slender glass down in the watery ring its bottom had made upon the tabletop. "Sorry, guys," I said, wiping the back of my hand across my lips, "but I have to go."



"Go?" Brenda asked. "Go where?"



"The bathroom, most likely," Chuck quipped.



"People don't apologize for needing to answer Mother Nature's call," Jennifer observed.



"Tommy Clinton might," Chuck rejoined, "when he's had one too many and he's trying to be funny."



"I really do have to go," I said. "I was supposed to be at my sister's place an hour ago. I totally forgot."



Jennifer smiled at me. "Want some company?"



I wouldn't mind the cutest English major in the Morrison College accompanying me on my mission of brotherly love--Penny had asked me to replace the batteries in her fire alarm; she had a cathedral ceiling in her house, and she was afraid of heights--but Penny wouldn't be expecting me to show up with someone else in tow. By now, with me an hour late, Penny might no longer be expecting even me.



"Not this time, thanks," I said.



Jennifer's lower lip turned under in the cutest pout.



"Penny won't be expecting anyone else," I explained.



"Maybe next time," Jennifer suggested.



"Sure," I agreed, thinking there probably wouldn't be a next time. Just because Penny had rented a fabulous house a couple of blocks from the campus didn't mean either of us would want me spending a lot of time there. Penny, a fraternal twin, is three minutes older than I am and, although I'm a handsome guy, she's way better looking. "Gorgeous" only begins to describe her. No doubt, she had a boyfriend or two already, even though she'd just moved to Morrison, Missouri a few months ago.



I left Jennifer smiling as she hoisted a frosty glass with a foamy head of beer, instead of frowning, and thought that maybe Penny's declaration that I had a way with women was true, after all; I'd always supposed that my sister had been merely teasing when she'd made that remark, a few years back, when we'd both been students at Timberlake High School in Huntsville, Alabama.



As I walked across the campus, I thought might as well be even a few minutes later than I already was so I could stop by the campus bookstore and buy Penny a long-belated housewarming gift. A present might take a bit of the frost off her; no doubt, she'd be annoyed that I was over an hour late. Jennifer operated on a strict timetable. There was a place for every second in the day, she believed, and every second should be in its place.



I saw a caladium, a plant that, I knew, Penny likes. Consulting my wallet, I saw I had just enough beer money left to make the purchase, and I bought the housewarming gift and hastened the rest of the way across the bustling campus, hurried along College Avenue, and, a few minutes after having left The Campus Pub, stood on the porch of my sister's house. I rang the doorbell.



"You're late," Penny said, an eyebrow cocked like a loaded gun.



I held the caladium up, a peace offering. "I stopped to buy you a housewarming present."



"Thanks." She accepted the potted plant, and looked at me through its enormous leaves. "Judging by your breath, you stopped for more than a houseplant."



"I had a beer or two," I admitted. "I forgot about--"



"Let's not waste any more time." She handed me a key. "The stepladder's in the storage shed out back, and there's a battery for the smoke alarm on the coffee table."



"I'll be done in a jiffy," I promised.



Penny didn't say anything. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head, as if to say, You may be a college freshman, but you haven't changed a bit since your junior high school days.



It took only a minute or two to change the battery. With a smile, I started down the stepladder, thinking of Jennifer. If I hurried, I might get back to the pub before she left, and we could share a beer--if she was buying, that is, which, I suspected, she would be, since she'd always been at least as hot to get into my pants as I am to get into hers. As I stepped down, to place my foot on the next rung, I saw something that made me lose my footing, and the ladder teetered. Cathedral ceilings are pretty high, and I was still closer to the top of the ladder than to the bottom--or even to the middle, for that matter. I got a sick, sinking feeling in my stomach as I imagined myself falling and breaking an arm or a leg. Fortunately, the ladder remained standing, and I was able to get a foot on the next rung.



What I'd seen that had so arrested my attention as to make me careless in my descent was a photograph of my sister. It was a portrait such as I'd never seen before, and it took my breath away.



Penny--my sister!--was nude.



Not half-naked.



Not draped in a blanket or a towel.



Completely, stark, totally, absolutely, entirely nude!



My eyes wide, my mouth agape, I hastened down the ladder, incautious again, despite my near fall, so much in a hurry I was to study her bare body up close.



She was as beautiful in the photographic portrait as she was in the flesh. I stared at the wavy blonde tresses that framed her beautiful face; her big blue eyes; her slender, pert nose; her full, luscious pink lips; her delicate, pointed chin; her fine shoulders; her buoyant, full, round breasts, capped with puffy, rose-pink nipples; her slightly concave tummy, with a navel more like a dimple than a scar; her fuzzy blonde pubes; the cleft of her sex; her long, smooth, shapely thighs and calves; and her petite feet. The only charms she wasn't exhibiting in this most revealing portrait were her magnificent buttocks, and I wished I'd been treated to a sight of her firm, round bottom as well. Of course, I was fortunate to see her naked. I'd never dreamed of seeing my sister nude, especially in an oversize, framed photograph of such artistic quality that it was more like an oil painting than an image captured on film. Nevertheless, I longed to see my sister's awesome ass.



My cock had become erect as soon as I'd realized that the beautiful nude woman I'd glimpsed from atop the stepladder was my own sister, Penny. I was so stiff with insistent lust that my prick actually hurt, and my balls ached.



"Are you finished?"



I almost jumped out of my skin to hear my sister's voice as I was ogling her in the nude--well, ogling a picture of her in the nude, at least, and I almost twisted my back turning as abruptly as I did, my erection, which was making a huge tent of the crotch of my jeans, forgotten in my panic. Had sis seen me staring at her naked picture? I blushed. Then, remembering my erection, which surely my sister must have noticed, I blushed even more deeply, feeling my cheeks warm.



"Uh, yes," I mumbled, "I'm finished."



Her eyes seemed to scan the front of my body, but, since she was across the room, standing in the doorway that led from the living room to a hallway, it was hard to tell for sure, and it may just have been my guilt and anxiety that had made me think she'd inspected me this way. If she had, though, she'd have seen my erection; there was no way she could overlook it if her gaze had dipped below my waist. She may have seen it, anyway, whether she'd looked below my belt or not. I'm big, after all--over eight inches--but, in my worried state, it seemed to me as if my cock were the size of a redwood tree.



"Then maybe you won't mind moving the caladium upstairs for me? I want to put it on my balcony."



"Glad to," I replied, wishing I could grab a throw pillow from her couch to hide my traitorous, stiff-standing cock.



I picked up the potted plant and followed Penny down the hallway's burnished hardwood floor and up the stairs to the second floor, trying to keep my eyes off her ass and ordering my cock to return to its flaccid state as I went. Down, boy! I commanded, hazarding a quick glance at my groin. The bastard was still thick and hard and long enough to be seen from a distance of fifty feet or more.



"Be careful not to spill," Penny called.



At first, I thought she'd meant my sperm, but then I realized she was referring to the dirt in the caladium's pot. "I won't," I assured her. Not spilling the potting soil, I could handle; I wasn't so sure about my semen.



It was no good telling myself not to check out my sister's ass. I couldn't look at anything else. Barefoot, Penny was wearing some skintight short shorts, and, it appeared, no panties, not unless they were thongs. There was no panty line, just smooth fullness that made my cock throb and my heart faint. I watched the cheeks alternately tighten and slacken as she ascended the stairs ahead of me. No doubt, her boobs jiggled with each step, too, beneath the thin, snug material of her halter top. It was a pity I was denied the sight of them, but her buttocks were glorious enough to occupy my thoughts as I followed her up the stairs.



At the top, she said, "The balcony opens off the master bedroom." She opened the door for me, and I glimpsed the king-size bed, a dresser, and an open roll-top desk upon which were a computer, a monitor, a mouse and mouse pad, and a vase of fresh red roses. Probably the flowers had been a gift from one of her many admirers, I thought, surprised at the pang of jealousy that stabbed my heart. Penny was my sister, I reminded myself. It was none of my business whether she had a boyfriend or not.



As I stepped past her, I saw her look down, and I blushed again, certain that, as close as we were now, she must have glimpsed my hard, jutting cock. However, she made no comment, pretending she'd noticed nothing. She slid past me, and I smelled her perfume, sweet but subtle, and felt one of her firm-soft breasts brush against my arm as the curve of her hip grazed my thigh. Penny slipped across the room, opening the French door. "You can put it there," she said, meaning the caladium, not my cock, nodding toward a wrought-iron table on the balcony.



I set the plant where she'd indicated, catching a glimpse of my school's campus over the low rooftops of the stores along College Avenue. I couldn't make out any students or professors from this vantage point, and the trees and shrubs, in addition to some of the taller buildings that intervened between the school grounds and Penny's house, obscured part of the campus, but I could make out several of the college's halls and dorms and I could even see part of The Campus Pub. I thought about Jennifer.



Penny turned the pot, eyed it, turned it a bit more, and nodded her approval. "Thanks, Tommy."



"You're welcome."



"Would you like something to drink?"



I smiled. "Like what? Milk?"



"A beer?"



"You have beer in your house?"



During our senior year at Timberlake, one of her girlfriends had been killed by a drunken driver. Later, our parents would be taken from us in the same way. Ever since, Penny had been a teetotaler, totally sold on the evils of alcohol.



"I knew you were coming by, so I picked up a six pack."



I shrugged. "That would be nice, sis."



We stepped into the bedroom, and Penny closed and locked the door behind us.



I turned toward the door and gasped, my eyes staring wide at the array of dildos and butt plugs my sister had on display inside a showcase that I hadn't been able to see from the doorway and hadn't noticed while struggling with the caladium. "What the hell?" I blurted, astonished at the sight.



Penny giggled. "Sorry, Tommy. I guess I should have mentioned my little collection to you."



Downstairs, Penny had a huge, framed photographic portrait of herself in the nude, and, here, in her bedroom, she had a display case full of dildos and butt plugs! What the hell was going on with my sister? I wondered. This sure as hell wasn't the Penny I knew. I looked at her, frowning, as I waited for an explanation.



"How about that beer?" she asked, starting for the doorway.



"Forget it." I took her wrist, and she stopped. "Care to explain those?" I asked, jerking my head in the direction of the artificial erections she installed under glass.



"I'm of age, Tommy, just like you. I don't have to explain myself to anyone else, including you."



I let go of her wrist. "Sorry. You're right. I have to admit, though, I'm curious as to why my sister--the shy, demure, barely-out-of-her-teens girl I knew--or thought I knew--would keep a collection of penises--"



"Phalli," she said.



"What?"



"Phalli, not penises."



"They look like dicks to me."



"They're not, though. They're artificial dicks. In other words, phalli, or, more precisely, since they're erect--" she glanced at my crotch, which was still tented, and added, "like yours, dear brother--ithyphallic phalli."



"Ithyphallic?"



She smiled. "Erect phalli."



"So, why are you collecting artificial erections?"



"I like them."



I shook my head, sure that I knew what Alice must have felt like when she'd first landed in Wonderland.



"I also collect butt plugs," she declared, "for the same reason: I like them."



"You like them?" I repeated lamely.



She nodded, her smile widening. "They're sexy."



"What's sexy about butt plugs and fake dicks?"



This time, there was no mistaking the target of her gaze, as Penny stared directly at the bulge in the crotch of my jeans. "Don't you think yours is sexy?" she asked.



I did, but there was no use in admitting this to Penny, I thought. I shrugged. "It's a dick."



"A thick, hard, long cock is divine," Penny insisted. "A replica of the virile member not only deserves to be displayed in a place of honor, but it's also worthy of being worshiped."



"I have to go," I said, but I made no move to leave. Penny was a much different than I remembered her, and a whole lot more fascinating. She was much sexier, too. I wanted to learn more about this new and improved version of my sister.



"As you can see, my collection, although it's not nearly as big as I anticipate it will become and want it to be, includes phalli of various sizes and diameters of thickness. There's a variety of butt plugs, too, as you can see."



"Very interesting," I muttered.



"There are circumcised and uncircumcised phalli," she pointed out, "and phalli representing Asian, black, Caucasian, and American Indian men, some complete with big balls, and others with small ones. Some of the butt plugs are conical, others cylindrical, and still others a series of gradually enlarging spheres in descending order."



"Fascinating."



Penny continued, unaffected by my sarcasm. "They're made of silicone, latex, and even jade. Some of the butt plugs are in colors such as no man can boast--purple, red, blue, green, yellow--"



"I really must be going, sis," I insisted.



"Every one of them has been christened with my own cunt juices," she divulged, "some of the larger ones more than once."



This admission silenced me. In fact, it damn near floored me. I made a quick count of the artificial erections. There were more than fifty of them. "You've been quite the busy little beaver, it seems," I quipped. For the first time in my life, I thought I knew how Alice must have felt after she'd fallen down the rabbit's hole, into Wonderland or how a traveler might feel when he realizes he's "just stepped into the Twilight Zone."



Penny shared another, even more disturbing confession: "I didn't ask you to come here to change a battery in my smoke alarm."



Suddenly, the air in her bedroom seemed very close. It was hard to breathe. "You didn't?" I croaked.



Her constant smile became a grin. "No. I didn't."



"Then why am I here?" I asked, but I thought I probably already knew the answer.



"Can't you guess, Tommy?" She crossed the few feet between us and kissed me on the lips, firmly and insistently, not chastely, as she cupped my balls in her hand. "I'm tired of fucking myself with artificial cocks and stuffing butt plugs up my ass as I imagine it's you fucking me. I want the real thing."



I drew away, shocked. "Penny, are you forgetting we're brother and sister?"



She kissed my lips and squeezed my rigid prick through the tented crotch of my jeans. "No, Tommy," she answered, her voice soft and warm, like a gentle breeze, on my cheek. "I'm not forgetting."



"I'm your brother, and you want to fuck me?" I asked, my voice incredulous.



She glanced away, toward the glass showcase in which, on shelf upon shelf, the artificial penises stood at attention, forever subject to inspection. "Afraid you won't measure up?" she challenged me.



"That's not the point."



She pressed her firm-soft breasts against my chest and slid her leg up my thigh, pressing her kneecap into my genitals. I struggled not to moan. "Don't you find me attractive, Tommy?" she asked, sounding hurt.



"That's not the point, either," I said.



"We shared a cunt once," she reminded me. "Why shouldn't we share one again?"



"That was different. We were still in the womb."



"I've wanted you for a long time," Penny said. "Haven't you ever thought about me--about us, together? Haven't you wanted to see me naked? Haven't you wondered what it would be like to make love to your twin sister?"



I had. In fact, if the truth were to be told, I'd fantasized about it more times than I could remember, masturbating as I'd pictured my lips on Penny's lips; my hands on her breasts; my cock in her mouth, her pussy, or her rectum. I'd pumped loads of semen onto my chest and belly, dreaming I was planting my seed in my sister's mouth, cunt, or ass. I didn't admit these dark fantasies to her, though; I just couldn't bring myself to confess such terrible thoughts and feelings to my sister. I didn't need to. She saw the truth in the sagging of my shoulders, the aversion of my eyes, and the deep sigh that escaped my lungs.



"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Penny reassured me.



"It's incest," I said, sounding like a terrified, guilty schoolboy.



She laughed. "That's just a word."



My mouth dropped open and my eyebrows rose, furrowing my forehead. "Incest is just a word?" I repeated, my tone incredulous.



"Society defines who may have sex with whom, and societies have disagreed for as long as there have been societies. Ancient Egyptian siblings in the royal family married. There were parent-child sexual relationships among the Egyptians, too. The Roman emperor Caligula had sex with all three of his sisters, Julia Livilla, Drusilla, and Agrippina the Younger. The Bible's full of incestuous unions."



"Maybe ancients had incestuous relationships, but we're living in the modern world."



"Edgar Allan Poe married his first cousin, Virginia Eliza Clemm, when she was only thirteen," Penny observed.



"Poe was a freak, and one such marriage in millions hardly make incest a commonplace activity," I protested.



"A study conducted by Floyd Martinson showed that as much as fifteen percent of college students engaged in childhood sexual behavior with their siblings, mostly involving masturbation or fondling of the genitals, rather than sex per se. Where coercion was not involved, thirty percent of them experienced the behavior as pleasurable and positive. Consensual incest among adults is legal in Belgium, France, Israel, Japan, The Netherlands, and Sweden."



I gave Penny a snide smile. "It sounds like you've done your homework on the subject," I remarked.



She returned my smile, but hers, unlike mine, was sincere. "That's one of the benefits of living a couple of blocks from a college."



"Why'd you move here, anyway?" I asked. I'd wondered from the day that Penny had mentioned she'd bought a house near Morrison, College. I'd figured she meant to keep an eye on me, now that, following the car crash in which Mom and Dad were killed, we were orphans. Now, given her confessions of lust for me, her brother, I wasn't so sure that that had been her motivation.



"Truth?"



<hr pg="2" />I nodded.



"I wanted to be near you. We've always been close, haven't we, Tommy?"



"Not as close as you'd like us to be."



"But we have been close, right?"



"Yes," I admitted. "We've always been close."



"After we lost Mom and Dad, I wanted--I needed--to be close to my last relative. My love for you has deepened, blossomed, and the physical attraction I felt in the past has intensified."



"To the point that you want to fuck me?"



She nodded, unashamed. Looking me in the eye, without hesitation, she replied, "Yes."



A flash of insight occurred to me. "That's why you had the nude portrait near the smoke alarm!"



She grinned. "I knew you'd see it. You'd have to. There was no way you could miss it."



"And that's the reason for the dildo and butt plug collection? To show how horny you are?"



"Everything's not about you. I've been collecting dildos and butt plugs for a couple of years now. Still, the display of shelves full of artificial erections must have proved my point about being ready, willing, and able to have sex with you."



I shook my head, sorry to have to say it, but say it, I did: "We can't."



Penny stepped close to me. We kissed, and she slid her hands down my back, over the swells of my buttocks, and gripped my ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing them. "We can," she insisted quietly.



I've often wondered what others would do in my situation. Would they leave? Stay? Talk their sisters out of such a vile course of action? Threaten and cajole? Acquiesce?



That's what I did. I left. I returned. I stayed, but I also threatened and cajoled. At last, I acquiesced.



No doubt, Penny's nagging, her well-researched and well-argued thesis, and her gentle, but determined, insistence helped me to decide the issue, but, more than anything else, what did so for me were my sister's face and body. She's the best-looking young woman I've ever seen, whether on runways, the silver screen, or anywhere else. I wanted her mouth on mine, her nipples between my fingers, her tits in my hands, her clit under my swirling fingertips, and her cunt and ass open to my stiff, hard cock. "Let's do it," I told her, and we did.



My acquiescence may seem abrupt, and, actually, in a way, it was. Although I'd refused to admit to Penny that I'd wanted for a long time to see her naked and had fantasized on many occasions about fucking her, she'd seen the truth in my eyes. She knew. Moreover, she knew that I knew that she knew. Nevertheless, she'd allowed me the pretense of being ignorant of my desires. She'd known, before she'd asked me over to change a battery in her smoke alarm that probably hadn't needed to be changed, before she'd posed for the nude portrait of herself, before she'd begun to collect and display dildos and butt plugs, before she'd moved a couple of blocks from my college campus, that I'd wanted her as desperately as she'd always wanted me. She'd begun to arrange this rendezvous between us years ago. It was rather flattering, I thought.



Before I could offer further protests or change my mind, not that I was likely to do so now that I'd acquiesced, Penny removed her halter top. She wore no bra beneath the brief top, and, released of the confinement of the thin, tight material, her beautiful, sleek breasts bobbled into fullness, round, high, firm, jiggling spheres. Their areolas were puffy, and their nipples were erect. I longed to take her magnificent boobs in my hands and her delightful nipples between my lips. As I watched, Penny unsnapped and unzipped the front of her short shorts and, hooking a thumb in either side of their waistband, she slid them down her smooth, golden-tanned thighs, over her dimpled knees, and past her tapering calves, stepping out of them. She wore no panties, as I had suspected in ogling her ass earlier, so I was immediately rewarded with the sight of her dandelion pubes, a downy strip that ran along either side of the cleft of her sex. Naked, she pirouetted, showing me her lovely backside, and my eyes swept over the full curves of her sleek, dimpled buttocks and the deep cleavage between them. My cock was harder and thicker and longer than it had ever been before, and my balls ached so much inside my tight, risen scrotum that I feared they might implode.



As she completed her revolution, she glimpsed my obvious erection, beneath the tented fabric at the crotch of my jeans. "I was going to ask you whether you like what you see," she quipped, smiling, "but I can see that you do. Now, it's my turn to examine the merchandise."



I have to admit, it was embarrassing to take my clothes off in front of my sister. Penny had never seen me completely naked before, and the thought of her seeing more than my chest and back and legs made me uneasy. As I mentioned, I'm a decent-looking guy--enough girls, including my sister, have told me I'm handsome enough times for me to know it's true--but I've never been all that comfortable undressing in front of others. Showering after gym class, naked in front of all the other guys, was always awkward, to say the least, and I was shy even when I got naked to make love to a date on Lookout Mountain's lovers' lane. Now, I was about to strip to the buff before my sister. God rest their souls, what would Mom and Dad have thought about their children if they'd been alive to see us now? The memory of my parents almost made me change my mind. Almost. But Penny's breasts and cunt and ass on display were too strong a temptation to resist, and, with her watching my every move and smiling knowingly and, I thought, a bit smugly, I lost my shirt, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, and, in a moment, stood as naked as my sister, my erect cock stiff and swollen against my belly.



"You're every inch as gorgeous naked as I'd anticipated all these years," Penny said.



"Thanks, sis," I mumbled, blushing.



She knelt on the carpet, before me and, bowing her head, as if in prayer, took my prick into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her rounded lips riding my shaft. I watched the blonde locks of her wavy hair, her tightening and relaxing shoulders, and the slow, slight bounces of her jiggling breasts as she sucked my cock, thinking, Penny's my sister; this is wrong. Nevertheless, despite these half-hearted protestations of my conscience, I was thrilled by the sensations of her lips and tongue and inner cheeks and by the nagging sense that what we were doing was wrong and forbidden, and, were the truth to be told, I would not have had my sister quit sucking my cock even if an angel appeared before us and ordered us to stop, lest we endanger our immortal souls.



I closed my eyes, seeing Penny in my imagination, that I might feel nothing but the sensations that her mouth created as she nursed at my prick. Her head bobbed up and down, and the ring of her rounded lips slid back and forth upon my stiff, swollen shaft. My cock strained within her oral embrace; my balls, risen within the tightened pouch of my scrotum, seemed to sing, an angelic choir, within my soul.



I thought of Jennifer, whom I'd left at The Campus Pub. She and I had made love a few times since we'd enrolled at Morrison, and her pussy was warm and liquid and soft and tender. It felt wonderful fucking her, but even her cunt was no match for my sister's expert mouth. Penny sucked cock way better than any woman I'd ever known, especially Jennifer, as she continued to demonstrate, kissing and licking and devouring my manhood with the true zeal and gusto of a woman who truly worships, cock.



She'd no sooner gotten me to the point at which I thought I'd have to shoot my load or die than, abruptly, she stopped.



"What's the matter?" I demanded. "Why did you quit?"



She looked at me with her big blue eyes, the perfect picture of little-girl innocence, and said, "I want you to be my butt plug."



"Here?" I asked. "On the floor?"



She nodded toward her bed. "There, where we can be comfy."



There wouldn't be much "comfy" for her, on the receiving end of my eight, rock-hard inches, I thought, but I said, "Sounds good to me, sis."



Playing the chivalrous prince, I helped my sister to her feet, and she led the way to her bed, her buttocks dipping and swaying with each step she took, and I imagined my manhood splitting those sleek, firm-soft cheeks as it rammed its way through her anus to lodge deep within her bowels. Suddenly, more than anything in the world, I needed to be between the full, sleek cheeks of my sister's delightful derriere, fucking her for all I was worth.



She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself upon her elbows and knees, which pleased me, since I like to do it doggy style. In this position, I could watch my cock vanish and reappear again and again as I drove my erection, fast and hard, between the cheeks of my sister's amazing ass.



The mattress dipped and swayed as I took my place behind her, kneeling between her spread legs.



Penny's pussy was sopping wet, as I found when I slid my prick into her liquid cunt, to lubricate myself in preparation for her anal penetration. The little slut was every bit as aroused as I was. The thought delighted and excited me, and I felt a powerful surge of lust flash through me. I wouldn't have believed it possible for my penis to become any harder, thicker, or longer, but with a few twitches, it ratcheted itself up another notch or two, and became even steelier than it had been before.



"My ass, not my pussy," Penny reminded me.



"I'm just lubricating myself," I told her.



I took my cunt-slick cock in my fist, guiding the stiff shaft between the smooth, silken cheeks of Penny's buttocks. A thrill, like electricity, shot through my body as my rubbery glans met the stout resistance of her asshole. I had no illusions that she was a virgin, but, despite her having been penetrated however many times she might have been on the receiving end of another man's cock prior to tonight, my sister's anus was small and tight. I had to shove hard, several times, before my prick pierced her tight little asshole and slid past the guardian sphincters, to slide into the more commodious chamber of her lower bowel. I pressed and shoved and rammed until all eight inches of my bloated cock were buried inside her rectum, my pubes ground hard against Penny's flattened buttocks, and I was balls deep inside my sister's glorious ass. Then, I remained motionless, letting Penny enjoy the feel of me inside her, cramming her full of my manhood, my virility, my manliness.



She never said a word, although, once, she moaned, a short protest, whether of pain or anxiety or both, I couldn't say, escaping her lips before she could stifle it. She never once tightened her buttocks against my invasion, which showed me that she sought to be conquered as much as I sought to conquer her. She wanted to be taken by force as much as I wanted to force myself upon her. She chose as fervently to be ravished as I chose to ravish her. Her acquiescence was as unmistakable as a white flag or a laying down of one's arms.



Penny's buttocks remained absolutely still, an unspoken testament to the power of her will, for, of course, anyone, man or woman, who's ever had even so much as a finger introduced into his or her ass--and my stiff, swollen cock was much bigger than a finger--can't help, unless he or she has learned to control him- or herself through long and diligent practice, but to react to being impaled through the anus, by pulling away or, at the very least, flinching or twitching. However, my sister's beautiful buttocks remained acquiescent, accepting--perhaps, one might even say, welcoming.



The only resistance I received from her was the wholly involuntary fluttering of her impaled asshole. Neither the strongest will nor all the practice and rehearsal in the world can stop a heart from beating, the lungs from breathing, or a penetrated anus from twitching and flexing about the shaft of the penis that invades it.



I enjoyed the spasms that squeezed and clamped my organ as the circle of Penny's anal entrance pumped firmly and insistently, as if in a valiant, but vain, effort to dislodge my trespassing member and, in so doing, to stave off its conquest, invasion, and occupation. The frantic fluttering was a weeping and a wailing of the flesh, as it were, at a deeper and more fundamental level than even those of the blood and the viscera. It was as if the soul which animates the flesh were itself in crisis and crying out in the agony of its ordeal. For me, each compressing twitch of my sister's asshole was an ecstasy of lust and power, dominance and control.



Finally, as I kept my balls pressed hard against Penny's perineum, maintaining the full presence of my penis inside her bowel, her sphincter relaxed, admitting defeat, and widened, accepting its master, the organ of its invasion. She was conquered.



However, no man gains entry to another's bowels simply for the sake of having accomplished this feat. Rather, admission becomes but the occasion for ravishing the impaled person, and I had every intention of doing just this to my sister. One does not fully own another until he has fucked him or her and left his semen upon his victim's buttocks, as a mark, or a brand, and I meant to claim Penny in such a manner, splattering my sister's bottom with my seed, so that both she and I would know which of us was truly the master and which of us was but the master's property. Henceforth, Penny might rule in our day-to-day relationship as sibling lovers, but, in the bedroom, where it mattered, it would be clear who was the ruler and who was the ruled.



Slowly, watching my cock emerge as I eased my hips backward, I withdrew my erection from the depths it had probed, watching as each inch of the rigid, swollen shaft came into view between Penny's skewered buttocks. It was, as always, a marvelous sight to observe! Were my prick eighteen inches long, instead of eight, the additional inches would thrill as many times more as each one came slowly into view within the deep cleft between the sleek cushions of Penny's beleaguered ass.



At last, when all but the glans of my penis had been retrieved, I smiled to see that the stalk of my manhood formed a bridge that spanned the distance between Penny and me, connecting my reproductive organs with her organs of defecation and elimination. Life, as represented by the phallus, was united with death, as embodied by the buttocks and the associated organs within these magnificent globes. Meanwhile, my sister's sopping-wet cunt, primed and ready for action, was denied its proper use and was nothing more that a living tube of lubricant, as it were, whose purpose had been but to ease my penetration of her nether passage and, as such, signified its relative uselessness and my sister's redundancy as a human being.



Never more did Penny's buttocks spasm, and never more did her impaled anus quiver. Her sphincter, having tried to resist, surrendered the fight, and it did not quail now, either, from the assault that was about to commence.



With a smooth, continuous propulsion forward of my hips, I drove the entire length of my cock through Penny's anus, entirely into her rectum, and my hips crushed her buoyant buttocks flat between us. The circle of her asshole, even relaxed, felt firm and tight, and the sensation of that ring of muscle sliding along the column of my manhood was exhilarating; it was awesome, and must be repeated--again and again, for as long and as often as I had the strength and the stamina and the will to repeat it.



Drawing back, I launched myself again into the innermost interior of my sister's bowels, parting the globes of her buttocks and stretching wide the circle of her anus before me as I plumbed her depths anew, the explorer and conqueror not of a mere world, but of a fellow human being's soul. Before the continuous assault of my penile battering ram against the gates of her bowels, Penny was a pair of buttocks and an anus and a sphincter and a rectum in defeat, a heart and a soul despoiled, and a sibling whose own comparatively frail rivalry was repeatedly and vigorously denied.



How I thrilled to each renewed assault! I could not cram, drive, force, heave, jab, poke, shove, slam, stab, or ram my cock quickly enough or hard enough to satisfy the lust and the bloodlust that possessed my soul and impelled my actions, and I pumped my prick inside Penny's impaled asshole frantically and furiously, my heart hammering within my chest, my lungs laboring like Vulcan's own bellows, and sweat pouring in streams and rivulets down my face, my chest, and my belly to drip upon the gleaming honey-flesh of my conquest's slammed back and crushed-flat buttocks. Each time I retreated in preparation to renew my attack and the full, sleek cheeks of her ass, compressed between my crashing pubes, bounced back, I slammed my cock home again, flattening the smooth mounds before my advance. Were another to have observed us, he would, perhaps, have seen but a blur where my hips should be, so fast and furious had I become in my ravishment of Penny's person.



I shuddered as I felt her clinging anus slide the length of my member, riding it in its retreat, and widening before my next plunge into her rectum. There is power in sex--and lust--and violence of a certain kind. Some say there is love as well, which may be true, for them. After the fact, I may love the person, but in the throes of ecstasy, I love, if anything at all, only the passion, the sensations of lust and power and dominance, and the triumph of the flesh, however momentarily, over my own spirit and soul.



Valiant Penny! She could not endure my assault in silence any longer, and her moans, wracked from her by the fury of my attack, were forced from her throat by my fierce pummeling of her bowels. She groaned and cried and whimpered. Her head turned to the left, and I saw her features contorted, brow knitted, jaw clenched, a look akin to panic in her teary eyes. The intensity of my attack was exhibited in the intensity of her frown. Tears, having welled within her eyes, spilled down her sleek, soft cheeks, and she sobbed, whether from pain or fear or ecstasy, I cannot say. A series of moans, each longer than the previous, escaped her lips before she fell to whimpering. To her credit, though, she never said a word in protest, though, as befits a piece of property--or meat.



I withdrew my cock from her bottom, and still she remained in place, surrendered, available, accommodating, waiting upon my will. Her ass looked as if it had been cored; her once-small anus was nearly perfectly round, and, looking into her wide, open asshole, I could see two inches or more into her bottom before the pink flesh was lost to the darkness of her depths. It was my cock that had reamed my sister so, I thought, and the thought pleased me well.



Supporting myself with a palm flat against Penny's loins, I gained my feet, the sinews of my calves and thighs swelling with the exertion, and, crouching low above her, sweat running from my chest and midriff, I slipped my erection back into its place--it fit easily, as if it belonged within her bottom as a sword belongs inside its scabbard--and, my fingertips tented to support my weight and to balance my somewhat precarious position, I began to fuck my sister again, with renewed passion. The relative positions of our bodies allowed me to enter Penny to an even greater depth, and each thrust into her backside was a thrust unto my very pubes and balls.



Whereas before, when we were engaged in the doggy style position, I had been able to thrust with my whole body--my neck and shoulders, arms and back, hips and ass, thighs and calves--now, my hips and ass had to do the greatest amount of the work and, even supported by my hands upon the swaying, dipping mattress of Penny's bed, the labors were intense and exhausting. Nevertheless, by an act of determined will, I held out, fucking her hard and fast, my prick, on each stroke, launching full-length into her penetrated ass and bouncing her--her whole frame--before me 

<hr pg="3" />"Uh!" Penny gasped.



I jabbed my cock into her slick, warm asshole again.



"Ah!"



And again.



"Oh!"



I shoved my prick into her bottom, past the silk-smooth cheeks of her ass, through the snug, clutching circle of her anus, and down the smooth-walled tube of her bottom, as far into her rectum as I could, holding my balls tight against her buttocks as sperm-rockets launched themselves from my balls, and semen-missiles shot up, up, up my urethra, to detonate in liquid explosions deep inside the interior of my sister's occupied bowels. Volley after volley of my warm, thick seed spurted inside Penny's ravaged ass as I emptied the full arsenal of my fecundating fluid into her innermost depths.



Finally, I withdrew, pulling my still-ejaculating, but already-dwindling, erection free of her ass and the well-reamed anus that it had so long and so commandingly occupied. A final streamer of my viscid seed unfurled itself along her back, and a few drops fell upon her ass, one meandering slowly down the cleavage between her buttocks and along the column of one of her thighs. Penny's cunt, I saw, had, like my semen, wet her bed.



I let myself drop backward, onto my buttocks, and gave Penny a light slap on the ass to let her know she'd done her duty and could be at ease, now that I'd drained my balls inside her.



She sat, facing me. My cum, I thought, was probably dribbling out of her asshole, onto her bedspread. She didn't seem to be aware--or to care--that this might be the case. What did it matter, really, whether my semen stained her blankets when I'd already filled her ass with my sperm?



"Wow!" she exclaimed, a broad smile on the same beautiful face that, only a minute or two ago, had been contorted with strong emotion, discomfort, and possibly even pain. "I've never been fucked like that!"



"You weren't half-bad yourself," I admitted, thinking even a servant deserves praise for a job well done.



"Thanks for replacing my battery," she said, with a mischievous smile.



"Like it ever really needed to be replaced."



"The smoke alarm's didn't," she admitted, "but mine sure did--or, more precisely, it needed to be recharged."



"Glad I could help, sis," I replied. "You're quite the sexual dynamo yourself."



"You still worried about incest?"



I considered her question, and I had to admit that, no, I was not.



"My dildo collection?"



"Yeah? What about it?"



"I didn't buy them."



"They were gifts?" I asked, feeling, even after my sister had sucked my cock and I'd just finished fucking her in the ass, mildly uncomfortable talking about her collection of artificial dicks.



"In a manner of speaking," she replied, telling me how she'd taken a course in sculpture at Morrison College. In private tutorial sessions, after class, in the professor's home studio, she's learned to make molds from her mentor's erect penis. "That's him," she told me, "the first on the left, on top shelf." She'd since used her art to capture the likeness, whether in silicone, latex, jade, or some other suitable material, so to speak, of her subsequent lovers.



"That's a lot of lovers in only a few months."



"How do you think I afford the mortgage on this place?" she asked.



I'd wondered the same thing. I'd also wondered how she'd managed to buy such expensive furniture. Now, I knew. My beautiful sister was a prostitute, or, judging by her apparent income, a high-class call girl. "Sex must pay pretty well," I ventured.



"I earned about $30,000 last month."



My eyes widened. "Last month?" I repeated. I hadn't made as much during the last year that I'd worked delivering pizzas around town.



She smiled. "I want to add you to my collection." She explained the process. It sounded a bit messy, but not uncomfortable.



I agreed to do it, if I could manage to stay hard long enough.



"Don't worry about that," she said. "That's my concern, not yours."



Now that Penny and I are lovers as well as brother and sister, time flies by. She gave me a key to her place, and, after a couple more visits, it became our place. I see less and less of Jennifer as, after moving in with my sister, I see more and more of Penny.



My sister's collection of phalli and butt plugs are gone now, having been replaced by a single idol: a replica, in gold-plated bronze, of my eight inches, in all their glittering glory.



Looking from the bed we shared onto the balcony, where the caladium I'd given her, having been transplanted, has grown huge, she said, "I love the plant, but your phallus is my true housewarming present." She kissed me.



I hugged her body close to mine, feeling her soft, full breasts flatten against my chest, and, returning her kisses, I squeezed the round cheeks of her firm-soft ass. My erection sprang up between us. I said, "I'm glad you like it, darling sister."



Penny and I made love again, beneath my sister's showcase, in which my phallus stands, eternally erect, upon a miniature pedestal that bears the simple inscription, "Hic sto meus deus."



When I'd recovered, I said to Penny, "How about a beer?"



She jumped right up, as if I were one of her high-paying Johns, and I watched her naked ass swivel and her bare boobs jiggle as she hurried to fetch my order.



Incest, I've decided, isn't bad, not at all.

