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Introduction:

This story is entirely a work of fiction and all characters are 18 or over. It features an incest kink solely for the fantasy titillation of breaking societal taboos, and is not to be taken as any kind of commentary on, or endorsement of, real-world incest. The author has no true knowledge of the subject matter and therefore nothing written within should be understood to accurately portray real people, relationships, or anything else.

My name is Owen Reed, and when I was eighteen, my parents were killed in a carjacking. I’m not gonna go into that very much, but it’s important to mention because it set the stage for everything that followed. All you need to know is that losing your mom and dad together like that is as horrible and life-changing as you’d expect, and the guy who killed them got caught and was put away for life.

The very worst part was breaking the news to my kid sister Rebecca—or Becks, as I’ve always called her—who was twelve at the time. Our parents had always doted on their little princess, but suddenly, neither of them was there to see her off to school, braid her hair, give piggyback rides, or tuck her in at night. Becks didn’t say a word for weeks, and even after I got her talking again, she absolutely refused to leave the house. She still hasn’t. Becks hasn’t been outside in six years.

The moment we lost our parents, I dove in and did everything I could for my sister. We’d always been close; I adored her as much as my parents had. Focusing on her was how I got through the shitstorm myself—that, plus a few lucky breaks.

I was only a couple of months from high school graduation and had enough credits to cut short my senior year. College was out the window, but Dad’s best friend offered me a job at his company. It was entry-level busywork, but I desperately needed the income, and he let me work half of the week from home so I could keep a close eye on Becks. We got to keep the house because our family had owned it for generations, and since I was eighteen, Becks was left in my care. We wouldn’t be pulled apart.

For the next six years, I was Becks’s whole world, and she was mine. Unlike her, I got out of the house—going into the office a couple of times a week, grocery shopping, stuff I couldn’t avoid—but even then, my mind was always on Becks. Was she doing her online homeschool assignments? Did she remember the microwave lunch I’d left her on the bottom shelf of the fridge? What if a salesman or delivery person knocked at the door? I always hurried home, turning down after-hours get-togethers with coworkers, never dating, and having no social life whatsoever.

It wasn’t an easy or especially healthy way to live, but we got by, and things gradually got better. Becks went from quiet and timid to spirited and impulsive. I often joked that I didn’t see how such a big personality could fit into such a small body. Having just turned eighteen, Becks only measured four eleven (although she’d argue she was five feet until she was red in the face), and she was very petite.

At twenty-four, I was slender but towered over Becks at six two, and could easily sling her onto the sofa when she jumped on my back. She’d grown to become very physical, always goofing around by clinging to me or climbing on me, or more sweetly, hugging me or cuddling in front of the TV.

She was super smart and picked up programming languages like she’d half known them already, spending countless late nights in her room coding new ideas for websites, video games, you name it. She got so good, she started taking little programming jobs online and spent most of what she earned on a long list of geeky hobbies like video games, anime, comics, and collectible figures. Most of it was outside my wheelhouse, but I loved that so many things made her happy.

Being agoraphobic (the anxiety disorder that kept her indoors), Becks was socially underdeveloped, and it weighed on me. I worried so much about her future, how she would find her way in the world if I could ever get her to rejoin it. She hadn’t known anyone but me for six years and our dynamic hadn’t changed. I still doted on her as my little sister, and she still played childlike games with me as her big brother, even if the internet had given her a colorful new vocabulary.

I wondered if her indoor life might have stunted her physical growth somehow, too. Of course there were still…developments with her body, but I quickly turned a blind eye to those as any big brother would.

Until, on an ordinary weeknight not long after Becks’s eighteenth birthday, I began to realize just how much she’d changed.

* * * * * * *

“Go back, I missed what he said,” Becks commanded.

“He said that if you’d just watch the dubbed version, you wouldn’t have to speed-read through a bunch of subtitles,” I said, using the remote to skip back ten seconds.

“Dubs always suck. Y’should only ever watch anime with the voices the creators wanted you to hear.”

“If you say so, Squirt.”

“I told you to stop calling me that—I’m not a little kid anymore!”

Becks punctuated her point by wildly shoving back into me, which bashed her butt into my groin. We lay alongside each other on the sofa, her in front, which is how we always watched TV. I’d been leaving more space between us as she got older, but now my soft dick was mashed between her ass cheeks. Her oversized sleep shirt and my drawstring shorts came between us, but I still felt how full and firm her little backside had become.

I scooted all the way back against the cushions, but not a heartbeat passed before she matched my movement, pressing harder into me and pinning me in place.

“Becks—”

“Shhh, he’s about to do the thing!”

On the TV, the samurai hero guy shouted something in Japanese and formed a giant sword out of swirling energy, which he held aloft as he charged toward a fire-breathing dragon.

My eyes flicked from the action on screen down to Becks’s body where it met mine. The hem of her shirt had ridden up high on her hip, revealing several extra inches of alabaster skin and a peek at her pink-hearted panties. I’d washed that pair regularly with the rest of the laundry, but I hadn’t seen them on her before, wrapped around subtle curves I never knew existed.

“That was awesome!” Becks said, and I looked back to see the hero standing atop the dragon’s dead body. Had the fight flown by that fast, or had I stared at those inches of skin way longer than I’d realized?

Bizarrely, a little glowing fairy fluttered over to the samurai, where it transformed into a beautiful lady—a beautiful naked lady—and embraced him, the two sharing a passionate kiss.

“What kind of anime is this?” I asked, frantically pressing all the wrong buttons on the remote in search of Stop.

“Hey, gimme that!” Becks said, reaching back to grab my arm and pull it over her, pinning my hand and the remote to the cushion by her chest. I was fully spooning her now. The movement caused her butt to grind against my cock, which was no longer quite as soft as it had been. On the TV, the samurai was rounding second base.

“We shouldn’t be watching this,” I said.

“Ugh. It’s just a cartoon. And I’m eighteen. And it’s not like I haven’t seen boobs before; I’ve got ’em, too. Well, kinda.”

She released my hand and absently cupped her covered breast. I knew that, as she so often did, Becks was lamenting her small, skinny frame. But the mound in her palm looked like a nice little handful as she kneaded it, its shape shifting as her probing fingers slid across the thin fabric of her shirt. She’d never needed a bra before—never asked for one—but I realized then that it might finally be time to find some small ones for her.

“Nnn…” With a low moan that sounded very unsisterly, Becks ground her butt back against what I realized was now a rock-hard erection. I was always extra sensitive there, probably because I hadn’t been laid since high school, and I was momentarily stunned by the burst of sheer bliss that flowed through my dick.

Becks’s butt slid up my shaft before rubbing back down, the movement raising the hem of her shirt even higher. Her heart-patterned cotton panties were now fully visible as her small, round ass wiggled around my cock, nestling into my crotch.

Before I could think beyond the pulse of pleasure, Becks took my hand that she’d placed next to her and guided it to her boob, holding it there with her hand on top. She squeezed my fingers around the soft, firm mass, the worn fabric of her T-shirt doing little to dull the sensation. A hardened nipple poked against my palm, and she let out a quick breath. My dick twitched within the cotton crevice between her cheeks, and the lights finally flicked back on in my brain.

“Hey, stop that!” I pulled my hand away, my fingers brushing along the silky bump of her nipple before breaking contact. She gave a little gasp and ground back into me, arching her body and stretching like a cat.

“Cuuuddlesss…” she moaned. “Give me cuuuddlesss…”

I finally forced her away, pushing her hips forward on the couch to put some space back between us.

“Ow, Doofus! Why’re you being so weird? We used t’cuddle all the time and it felt so good. I really miss it.”

“We never cuddled like that! And anyway, that was when you were younger, before you, uh…”

“Before what?” Becks turned her head up to innocently bat her blue eyes at me, all sunshine and rainbows.

She’d grown up so sheltered, I’d never needed to talk to her about sex. Mom might’ve covered the basics back when Becks first got her period, but that’d been ages ago. Maybe Becks hadn’t realized what she’d been doing; maybe she’d accidentally found a good feeling and naturally followed it. I’d need to choose my words carefully, taking care not to embarrass her.

A grunting shout came from the TV and I looked up to see spurt after spurt of white goo land across the naked fairy’s face. The samurai’s cock was a censored mosaic, but it was clear the goop wasn’t spilled mayonnaise.

“Jee-sus!” I yelled, pushing Becks’s legs aside as I sat up. I snatched the remote from in front of her and aimed it at the TV, finally hitting the power button and blanking the screen.

Becks rolled onto her back and laid her slender legs across my lap. The bottom of her shirt was now scrunched up above her belly button, and my eyes hung on a damp spot at the crotch of her panties. When my gaze finally traveled up to her face, I found her smiling at me.

“You really need to check the rating before you choose something for us to watch next time,” I said, tugging her oversized T-shirt down to her thighs.

“Okey-dokey,” she said. “I’ll, um, be more careful. Since you’re being so weird about it.”

“I’m not being weird, it’s just… I mean, there’s some stuff brothers and sisters shouldn’t watch together.”

“Because…?”

“Because it just isn’t appropriate.”

“Beecaussse…?”

“Because…because, all right?”

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll go finish it without’cha.”

“You shouldn’t watch it by yourself, either.”

“Why not? I’m eighteen.”

“Yeah, but—”

“If that’s not old enough, then what is? Twenty? Twenty-five?”

“Um…” I really didn’t know how to answer that. I was entirely uncomfortable with my little sister watching what amounted to cartoon porn, but despite her immaturity, she was technically an adult now. She sensed my hesitation and seized on it, hopping off the couch.

“I’ll be in m’room. I’ll let ya know if he kills the other dragons and saves the kingdom.” Becks padded around the couch toward her bedroom, her waist-length, cornsilk hair swaying behind her. On her way out, she stopped to bend over the back of the sofa and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

“It was really nice t’finally cuddle again,” she whispered, her lips by my ear. “Until ya ruined it. Dummy.” With a squeeze and a quick peck on my cheek, she left the living room, passed the staircase, and entered her room, closing the door behind her.

I sat there in the still silence, wondering what the hell had happened to my little sister, who used to shut her eyes and say “yuck” whenever a couple kissed on TV. Was the change as sudden as it seemed? Maybe I’d missed something. I mean, at her age, I was getting it on with my first and only girlfriend, anywhere and anytime we found a way to be alone.

But no, Becks had grown up in the house—she didn’t attend school in person, never had boys ogling after her or girls giggling about the exciting new attention they were getting. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe she hadn’t really understood everything that’d happened in the anime, and of course she’d be curious.

And I felt bad knowing she’d missed our cuddles. I used to always give her lots of hugs when she was little, let her lay across my lap, pile on top of me, whatever she wanted. Everybody needs some kind of physical touch, right? I’d missed that closeness, too. I wasn’t sure what to do about it, though. Becks probably didn’t realize it, but the touching that’d just happened on the couch wasn’t the same as a big, brotherly bear hug.

“Ah, crap,” I said, noticing the massive tent still in my shorts. I really hoped Becks hadn’t seen it. That stupid anime. Anyone would’ve sported some wood while watching it and feeling a little friction, no matter what caused it. I still felt guilty about the peeks I’d sneaked at parts of my sister, but I decided to forgive myself. It seemed natural to be curious about how she’d grown. That’s all it’d been, brotherly curiosity.

With a sigh, I stood and climbed the stairs to my room, deciding to consider the night a weird one-off that I shouldn’t worry too much about. Becks’d be back to normal the next day, and maybe I could give her an extra big squeeze before I left for work, get her some of that physical affection she seemed to be missing.

But as I lay in bed a little while later, my mind wandered back to the anime and the fact that Becks’d continued watching it. What else had she seen? Would she have been confused or even upset by what she saw?

I couldn’t let it rest, so I moved to my desk, popped open my laptop, and found the anime again on the streaming app. We used the same user account on every device, so I saw by the progress bar that she’d finished watching. I hit play, scrubbed to the last part I’d seen, and scanned ahead until something jumped out at me. Later, when I reached the end, I sat back in my chair, stunned.

She’d seen everything in that anime, and I mean everything. The samurai had been one busy guy. In one scene he’d done a demon princess doggy style, and in another, received a double blowjob from twin snake women. For the grand finale, he “defeated” the dragons by fucking a whole harem of humanoid dragon ladies, half of them taking it in the ass. Apparently, the samurai had a special power that made his jizz some kind of monster tranquilizer.

I couldn’t believe my little Squirt had seen all that, had watched it all the way through to the end. What in the world had she thought of it?

I knew what a certain part of me thought of it. Despite the anime being deranged and goofy as hell, I was hard again. I thought about taking care of the problem, but it felt wrong, touching myself to the same stuff my sister had just seen. I went back to bed, even more unsettled and confusingly horny than before.

* * * * * * *

The next morning when I came downstairs, dressed for the office, I was hit with the smell of breakfast—which was a surprise, since I was the one who always cooked it.

“What’s this?” I asked, grinning as I entered the kitchen to find Becks at the stove making scrambled eggs. She turned to beam at me.

“I thought I’d save ya some trouble this morning, since ya hafta drive in.”

I walked up to look over her shoulder at the pan. “These look perfect. Wow, when did you learn to do this?”

“I used ta help ya sometimes, remember? It isn’t so hard. Watch out.” I stepped aside as she lifted the pan from the stove and used a spatula to push two even portions onto waiting plates. Just as she finished, four pieces of toast shot up from the toaster farther down the counter.

“I’ll grab those,” I said.

“Nu-uh! I’m treating you today, so go sit down. Shoo.”

I chuckled and did as I was told, taking my usual chair at the kitchen table while she worked.

“Got something special planned?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“They way you’re dressed.” Becks’s night owl routine usually made her a zombie at breakfast, still in her sleep shirt with a comically wild bedhead. Today, her hair was neatly done in long, twin braids, and she wore clothes I’d never seen before: a baby tee featuring some band, and a short pair of denim cutoffs.

“Oh, I just wanted to try these out. I only got ’em a couple days ago, in one’a those boxes that came. What do ya think?” She paused putting together our plates and cycled through a series of cheesy poses: hands on her hips, leaning against the counter, kissy face, and a little shoulder shimmy that shook the contents of her shirt in a way I chose to ignore.

“You look great,” I said, laughing. I was glad she’d found something she was excited to wear. Becks sometimes had to settle for children’s sizes due to her petite body, but what she wore now looked a little more stylish.

She pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge, filled two glasses, and brought everything to the table in two trips.

“Oh man, these are good,” I said, after swallowing my first forkful of eggs.

“Really?”

“Couldn’t have done better myself. In fact, you might’ve just gotten yourself stuck with a new job.” I said it with a laugh, so she’d know I wasn’t serious. I loved taking care of her, and it honestly felt a little strange the other way around.

She shrugged. “I don’t mind doing more, if it’ll help. I’m not a kid anymore.” Her eyes lifted to mine when she said that last part, and her gaze held a moment before she returned to her breakfast.

We continued eating in amicable silence, and I noticed that her new look wasn’t just due to new clothes. Was that…makeup? She’d played around with it in the past, but I couldn’t remember her wearing any in a while.

Becks looked up at me a couple of times like she might say something, but continued eating instead. A wide grin grew on her face as she finished up her eggs, and once she was done, she folded her arms on the table and leaned toward me.

“So,” she said, drawing out the word. “How’d ya like the rest of that anime?”

Oh, shit.

I chewed my bite of toast longer than necessary while I thought of what to say, but by the time I gulped it down, all I had was, “Huh?”

“I saw you finished it. What was your favorite part?”

Stupid apps! I had no idea how she could tell I’d watched it, but that wasn’t really a surprise. Becks was a tech genius and I barely understood how anything worked.

“Well…I was a little worried about what else might be in it,” I said. “Like I told you, I wasn’t really sure you should be watching it.”

“And were there any parts you didn’t approve of?” She shifted an elbow to prop her head in her hand, still smiling at me.

“Um, well, yeah, actually. Some of that stuff was pretty intense, I guess.”

“Like…?”

“I mean…the stuff with the, y’know. And then that other thing, and…and…”

“My favorite part was the sword fight between the samurai and the dragon king,” she said. “The way they animated it was super cool.” She’d named one of the few scenes that had no sex.

“Yeah, that was okay, I guess…” I avoided her stare and caught the clock above the sink. “Oh, y’know, I should probably get going now, in case traffic’s bad.” Leaving then would likely get me to work fifteen minutes early, but I wouldn’t have to spend that time being grilled about anime porn by my little sister.

“Oh, I made you a lunch!” she said, jumping up and skipping to the counter by the fridge, where she fetched a Tupperware container. “PB&J, with extra J, just how you like it.”

“Aw, Becks, you really didn’t have to, but thanks! I can’t wait to eat it.” I was truly touched, but more than anything, relieved to escape the anime conversation. I pushed back from the table and stood from my chair, where Becks met me with the sandwich. I took the container from her hands and she remained standing there, smiling up at me while rocking back and forth on the balls of her bare feet.

“Hey—c’mere,” I said, holding out my arms in invitation. Becks happily hopped into them and threw her arms around my waist, burying her cheek low in my chest. I returned her enthusiasm and held tightly, giving her the kind of physical affection she seemed to need. It was really nice for me too, even if I had to slouch down to rest my chin on her head.

Becks squeezed me even tighter, and suddenly, I was very aware of her little boobs mashing into me just above my groin, where my penis also pressed against her. I loosened my hold on her but she didn’t let up one bit, until I decided to break away before my dick could do something dumb and embarrass us both.

“Well, I’d better get going,” I said, covering the awkwardness with a chuckle as I gently pried her away. Her hands went up to my face, pulling me down to her. Even with Becks standing on her tiptoes, I needed to bend quite a bit to receive a kiss on the cheek.

Only, once I was low enough, she planted a quick peck on my lips instead. It only lasted an instant, nothing really inappropriate, but we’d never kissed on the mouth before. It caught me so off guard that I’d automatically puckered and given her a peck back. I decided to pretend it hadn’t happened and maybe think about it later.

Becks walked me to the door and lifted up on her toes again, as though hoping for another peck. I gave her a smile instead, with a “Love you, have a good day!” as I hurried outside.

* * * * * * *

Work was fine, the usual. I’d received my first and only promotion the year before. I still did mostly the same stuff as always—checking numbers, compiling reports, filing things away—but the pay was a bit better and I got to add “assistant” to my title. I didn’t love the job, but I certainly didn’t hate it, and I’d gotten friendly with a few of my coworkers.

One of the guys I got along with, Stanley, had his birthday that day, and our team celebrated as usual with cake in the kitchen. I ate half of my slice and saved the rest, since I always brought some home for Becks.

It wasn’t long before Delilah walked over to eat next to me. She was around my age and had started at the company a few months earlier. We’d had some friendly exchanges, just light chit-chat at times like this.

“I give this cake…three and three-quarter stars,” she said, close enough that only I would hear. “How about you?”

“Wow, that’s very specific. Let’s see…” I took another bite and closed my eyes in concentration as I chewed. “Decent moisture…not too crumbly…okay cake-iness…” I swallowed and shook my head. “But…”

“But the frosting, right?”

“The frosting. Not nearly enough and very blah. Two and one-eighth stars, plus a ‘shrug’ emjoi.”

She snorted and had to lower her plastic fork to the paper plate she held. Delilah looked pretty when she laughed. I’m not sure she was my type, although I couldn’t have told you what my type was, or even if I really had one. She was the kind of woman who had a couple of extra pounds but wore them well, with curves that caught a lot of attention.

“Any idea who’s up next?” she asked, nodding toward Stanley, the birthday boy.

“Not a clue. My birthday isn’t until September. You?”

“Same! Uh-oh—do you think that means we’ll have to share one cake? ’Cause if I don’t get my own, somebody’s gonna hear about it. I won’t feel bad at all about being a birthdayzilla.”

“Aw, c’mon, isn’t the birthday spirit about giving, not just receiving?”

“Well, if you’re so good with sharing, then…” Before I knew what was happening, Delilah’s fork darted to my plate and she stole a bite from Becks’s half, grinning at me as she put it in her mouth and pulled the fork from her lips.

“That was…so not the birthday spirit,” I said, chuckling.

She laughed and bumped her shoulder against mine. “Why don’t you ever hang out with everybody after work? You should come sometime.”

“Yeah, I know, I just stay kind of busy at home.”

“Tell you what: if you come out with us, I promise I’ll get you something yummy; pay you back for the cake I ate. Deal?”

Was I crazy for not jumping at the chance to spend time with her? Delilah was pretty, nice, and seemed like she might be interested in me. I hadn’t been on a date in six years, and it wasn’t like I enjoyed a life of celibacy—like, at all. But just the thought of leaving Becks home alone at night made me feel so guilty.

“Yeah, maybe,” I said. “I’ll see.”

* * * * * * *

I began to yell “Becks, I’m home,” but she was waiting to greet me and bounded over the moment I closed the door.

“Welcome home, Owen!”

It was strange for her to call me anything other than Big Brother, but I barely registered it before she pulled my head down to her puckered lips. I turned to make sure she’d get me on the cheek, but she twisted my face forward again before planting a peck on my lips, followed by another quick one as I straightened up. As before, I stiffly went along and didn’t make mention of it.

“Whoa,” I said, “more new clothes?” Her hair was still in the twin braids from that morning, but now she wore a knee-length periwinkle sundress that complimented her creamy skin and made her blue eyes pop. She giggled and did a little twirl, the bottom of her dress swirling higher up her thighs.

“You look fantastic,” I said, enjoying the smile that my compliment created on her face. “Oh, and this is for you.” I held out a Tupperware container, the same one she’d put my lunch in that morning, only now it was filled with the cake I’d saved for her. “That PB&J you made me was so good that, when I finished it, cake just magically appeared in here.”

“Ooh, gimme gimme!” she said, snatching the container.

I walked toward the kitchen and she flitted along beside me, alight with happy energy, as she always was upon seeing me after a day spent alone. Knowing she could never wait until after dinner for dessert, I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and began filling it with milk from the fridge. Becks hopped up to sit on the counter next to me.

“See anything else interesting?” Her bare feet kicked back and forth while she watched me expectantly. I scanned from her pink toenails up her smooth legs, over the hem of her dress ruffled just above her knees, across the hints of her breasts and the straps crossing her defined collarbones. Her puffy pink lips were slightly parted and mischief twinkled in her eyes. Interesting? I supposed that’d be one word for what I was seeing.

“The kitchen, Dorko!” She leapt down and backed to the center of the room, extending her arms in all directions. “While you were at work, I tidied up, cleaned the counters, did the dishes, and scrubbed the sink. Can’t you tell?”

“Oh, yeah, now that you mention it. You did all that? Wow, thanks, but you really didn’t have to.”

“Well, now that I’m eighteen and we’re both adults now, I thought I should handle half of the housework. You don’t hafta treat me like a kid anymore; we’ll be partners.”

“Partners, huh?” For some reason, I didn’t exactly love the sound of it. I was impressed by this new side of her, of the new maturity she showed by taking on more responsibility. But I guess…I just really liked taking care of her, being the one she depended on. It’d been my role, my life, for so long. But then, it was silly to think anything would change too much. There would always be plenty for me to do, lots of ways to care for her.

“Okay, then—put ’er there, partner.” I extended my hand and Becks gave it an emphatic shake up and down. “Now, are you gonna eat this cake, or—” Before I could finish saying “or what,” she shot to the the table and tucked into her chair. I placed the open cake container, glass of milk, and a fork before her, tugging a napkin from the holder for her with a flourish.

“Enjoy, mademoiselle.”

She squealed, gave a little clap and picked up her fork, but paused before digging in. “What happened here?” she asked.

“Huh? Where?”

“Right here,” she said, pointing with her fork. “It looks like you already took a big bite out of it.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, that was Delilah. She was goofing around at the party today and stole a bite before I could stop her.”

For a long moment, Becks didn’t say or do anything. She turned to stone, her expression frozen, until…

“Who…the hell…is Delilah?”

“Um, just one of the people at work. Haven’t I mentioned her?”

“No.” Her voice was ice cold. “No, you have not mentioned that you apparently go to parties and share desserts with some office slut named Delilah.”

“Whoa, hey, just—what are you doing?” Becks shoved her chair back, stood, and carried the Tupperware to the trash can, where she turned it over and dumped the cake. Turning toward me, she tossed the Tupperware on the counter, crossed her arms and nailed me with a lethal glare. Stunned, I just gaped at her, waiting while her chest heaved with heavy breaths.

“Do you like her?” she spat.

“What?”

“Do. You. LIKE. Her?”

“She’s—she’s all right, I guess. I don’t really know her very—”

“Does she like you?”

“I mean, kind of? Maybe? She asked me to come hang out with her and some other people from work. I wasn’t really thinking I’d do it, but well, I mean…I haven’t dated anyone since high school, so…”

The angry color drained from her face instantly.

“You…you dated someone in high school?”

“Uh, yeah. During senior year. Her name was Allie.”

Becks flinched, then her eyes narrowed into slits.

“I don’t care what her name was. Did you fuck her?”

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?! You don’t talk to me that way! I’m sorry you’re upset, but if you’ll just tell me why…”

She uncrossed her arms and held them stiff at her sides, fists clenched.

“I asked if you fucked her! Well?! Did you?!”

“I—I’m not going to answer that. It’s not appropriate, it’s…”

Suddenly, her fists unclenched and her face crumbled.

“Oh my God, you did… you did.”

She stood there in a daze, unseeing, as I slowly stepped toward her. I was used to her extreme mood swings, but they usually weren’t directed at me, or this full of foul language.

“Why don’t we sit down and figure out what’s wrong, okay? I don’t want you to be upset. Let’s just talk and maybe we can—”

Without a look back, Becks swept from the kitchen, blonde hair and sundress fluttering behind her. I followed her as far as the door to her room, which she slammed in my face. A second later a crash rang out from inside, then another, sounding like thrown objects striking the walls.

And then, the worst of it. A wail of sobs that went on and on.

I sat on the bottom step of the staircase by her door and heard it all, every cry a dagger in my heart. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, or what to do about it. How had everything blown up so badly, seemingly out of nowhere?

Becks was jealous, that much was obvious. I could start to see how sharing the one person in your life might be scary. What if I met someone who took me away? What if I suddenly had no time for my sister? But that was crazy; it’d never happen. Becks was my world, too. I just had to make her understand that. And I would.

* * * * * * *

The next day was a Saturday, and I slept in as late as I could. It’d taken me hours to fall asleep, even after I couldn’t hear Becks crying in her room anymore. When your whole world revolves around just one person, who you love with all that you have, a night like that cracks your chest open; breaks you apart until you can find a way to piece everything back together.

I came downstairs just before noon to find Becks’s door still shut, which wasn’t strange. On the weekends she was even more of night owl than usual and could hibernate into the afternoon. I thought of what I might say to her when she woke up; how I could prove to her that I wasn’t going anywhere, that she’d always be my priority, my irreplaceable little sister.

An idea came to mind. I nuked some leftovers for lunch and got to work. Fifteen minutes later, I’d filled out the first page of a legal pad:

Monday: Pizza and video games night

Tuesday: Cook dinner together night

Wednesday: Board games night

Thursday: Movie night with popcorn and candy

Friday: Anime night (Becks gets to pick—within reason)

Saturday: Comic book club

Sunday: Becks’s choice!

The new weekly schedule was filled with Becks’s favorite activities, and would prove that I planned to be home with her every night. We normally did these kinds of things anyway, but maybe writing it all down would ease any worries she might have.

I felt a little disappointment when I thought of Delilah, and how I’d decided not to rock the boat with afterwork activities anytime soon. She seemed nice, and while I wasn’t hung up on her or anything, I had needs that had gone unmet for far too long.

It’d gotten so bad that, if I went a single day without jacking off, I’d start to go a little crazy. I wouldn’t be able to focus much, and my porn preferences got increasingly perverted. There was once a three-day stretch when Becks was being extra clingy and I couldn’t break free long enough to handle my business. When I’d finally busted that super nut, I spent the rest of the night checking and rechecking my browser history and cache to make sure they were a thousand percent erased.

The kitchen clock ticked on and on—one o’clock…two o’clock…three—without any sign of Becks. I went up to her door and raised my hand to knock several times, but always walked away. If she was still angry, it seemed like the best idea was to wait until she’d calmed down enough to come out. And she’d have to eat sometime, right?

At four o’clock, I stood by her room once more, knuckles hovering before her door. Just as I was about to chicken out again, I heard her stir and quietly hurried to the living room couch. I’d just turned on the TV and started a random show when I heard her door creek open at last. I pretended not to notice while listening intently to her footfalls, tracking their path behind me as she slowly padded into the kitchen. When a cupboard squeaked open, I stood and looked around the corner.

“Oh, hey,” I said, softly. Becks stayed facing away from me, messing with something on the counter.

Her long, light blond hair was free again but wavy from the braids, and she was back to wearing one of her oversized sleep shirts. Well, one of my T-shirts, I mean. For years she’d worn them almost all the time, night and day. She helped herself to them, and I never knew which ones were in my room or hers until I did laundry.

“Um, are you hungry? Is there anything I can make you?”

She turned around to look up at me, expressionless, dark circles under her eyes.

“Cocoa pweaze.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding and smiled at her silly talk. The box of cocoa packets was on the counter behind her, and I took one.

“It’ll be my pleasure, little lady! Why don’t you take a load off and I’ll have it ready for you in a jiffy.”

She walked around the corner to the living room, where I heard her drop onto the couch. Five minutes later, I’d microwaved a mug of milk, stirred in the mix, and went to join her. After handing her the drink, I settled into the opposite end of the sofa. Becks took a tentative sip, then a longer one.

“Good?” I asked. She nodded but kept her eyes on the cocoa. She pulled one leg up under the other and we sat in silence for several more sips until she finally spoke.

“I guess m’not mad about the girl you…dated,” she said. “I mean, I was still just a kid back then.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m glad.” Her reaction to the fact that I’d dated six years ago had been the most confusing part of the previous night, since my old girlfriend wouldn’t be taking up any of my time now. But if it wasn’t a problem for Becks anymore, that’s all I needed to know.

She gave a heavy sigh. “Somethin’s basically been killing me for, like, a really long time, an’ I don’t know how to tell you, other than just blurting it all out. You’re probably not gonna like it, but…well, I’m gonna say it anyway, so here goes.” She opened her mouth but hesitated.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, reaching over to put a hand on her knee. “You can always tell Big Brother anything.”

“Ha, well, we’ll see, I guess.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally met my gaze. “Sooo…yeah. I, like…love…you…and stuff.”

Her sudden shyness was adorable. I chuckled. “I know. I love you too, Becks. I always will.”

“I don’t mean as my brother—well, yeah, that way too—but I also love you…as a guy.” I stared at her, blank-faced, waiting for more. She huffed and rolled her eyes, seemingly annoyed with my reaction, or lack thereof.

“Ugh. Like, a guy I want to have sex with, okay?”

I blinked at her. “Like a…huh?”

Setting her cocoa on the side table, Becks turned to me and put both hands over the one I’d set on her knee.

“Big Brother…Owen…I-I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I always have been, and you really are the most perfect person I could ever dream of, and—and we already spend all our time together, and take such good care of each other, and we have so much fun. And I just think, like…we’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend already, so why not just, y’know…put your penis in my vagina?”

“P-put my—”

“Sorry, I cringed as soon as I said it. Your dick in my pussy. There, that’s better.”

I stared at her, mouth agape, my brain spitting and sputtering. At the feel of cloth under my fingertips, I realized she’d slid my hand up her leg, under her shirt, and to her panties.

“You’ve gotta be kidding!” I said, jerking my hand away and stumbling to my feet. “I mean it, stop joking. You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff.”

She stood on the couch to face me at eye level.

“I’m not joking, and what would be so bad about it, huh? We have sex and, what, the house blows up? We’re struck by lightning? No, we’d wake up the next morning and not one thing would be any different; it’d be the same as if we never did it. Only we did, and we’d get to do it again and again, it’d be awesome, and we’d love each other even more.”

Her eyes were full of fire, her jaw set. I scanned her face for any sign she was faking, maybe a crinkle at the corner of her mouth hinting at humor, but found nothing.

“You’re really serious…?”

“I know it might sound kinda weird at first, it’s just, I’ve thought about us that way for so long, it’s normal to me now. I know it’d be so, so good. You’ve been the best brother, and I know you’d be the bestest boyfriend.”

She stepped closer on the couch and reached for me, but I flinched away from her fingers.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?” I said. “I swore I’d take care of you, do everything Mom and Dad would’ve done, but…”

“And this’d just be another way to take care of me. And for me to take care of you. I want that, too.”

I crossed my arms and huffed. “Was it that anime the other day? I knew you shouldn’t have watched it. It must’ve put all kinds of stuff in your head.”

“Psh. That wasn’t the first porno I’ve seen.”

“How…how much porn have you watched?”

“I dunno, like, all of it?”

“All of it?”

She nodded repeatedly. “Yep, that sounds about right.”

“Really. All the porn. On the internet.”

“Feels like it. My poor lil’ bean could probably have me arrested for abuse.”

“Jeee-sus, Becks! That’s it, I can’t do this anymore right now. I’m—I’m going up to my room.” Her scowl turned to a giggle at seeing me so flustered, but she stopped laughing when I spun around to leave.

“Wait!” Becks sprang from the couch and I turned back in time to catch her, all four limbs wrapping around me.

“Becks!”

Looking up at me with her biggest, most pitiful eyes, she said, “Can I haz hug?”

“I—I don’t know right now…”

“Pweaze? I won’t make it weird, it’s just…I’ve been carrying all that around in my chest forever, and now you think I’m some kind of pervo freakazoid…and I could really just use a hug right now, okay? A brother hug; it doesn’t have t’be a boyfriend hug.”

With a sigh, I stood her back on the couch and kept my arms around her. It felt nice, simple. This was how siblings were supposed to show affection.

“I love when you hold me,” she said, sounding like my sweet little sister again. “It’s my favorite thing.”

When it became clear that she didn’t plan to let go, I gently pulled her arms off me and stepped away.

“Don’t hate me, okay?” she said, jutting out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.

“I won’t, Becks, I just…we’ll talk later, all right?”

“Okay, Big Brother.”

On my way up the stairs, I heard her call out in a singsong voice, “I looooove you!”

“Love you too,” I called back.

“And I want to fuuuuuck you!”

Goddammit.

* * * * * * *

For the next two hours, I cycled through sitting at my computer desk, resting on my bed, looking out the window, and even lying on the floor. All the while, trying to wrap my head around what’d just happened.

I came to realize two things were bothering me, both closely related, but each kind of its own issue. First was the obvious problem that somehow, as wrong as it sounded, Becks really did seem to have a thing for me. It was probably just teenage hormones running wild, taking aim at me since there were literally no other guys in her life. Our circumstances were unique, and I’d never considered how they might impact her development in certain, uh, areas. But Becks seemed to believe she was fully in love with me, and it’d be hard to convince her otherwise.

The other thing bothering me was that Becks showed any kind of sexual desire at all. How had my sweet, pure sister suddenly become a foul-mouthed pornoholic? She’d apparently been that way for a while, but having just learned about it, the change was hitting me hard.

Under normal circumstances, I knew sexual desire was a healthy part of growing up. In hindsight, I guess I’d seen in her what I wanted to see, the same little princess I’d always cared for. And I knew I was being a hypocrite, because I jerked off to porn daily.

I had to accept that this part of the problem—her interest in sex in general—wasn’t an issue. It’d take some getting used to, and I’d like her to be more discrete about it, but it was on me to adjust and accept this new part of her.

But as for her sexual interest in me, specifically, well…maybe it would be best to just ignore it, to not engage her on it, and let her little crush run its course.

That was the plan when I marched back downstairs, reassured and resolute.

The door to Becks’s room was ajar, so I pushed it open as I said, “Hey, I ordered pizza and it should be here any minute.” I always warned her when someone was coming to the front door, since a sudden knock or doorbell ring could trigger her anxiety.

When her door swung all the way open, I saw Becks sitting at her computer with her bare legs dangling over her desk chair, spread wide, with her shirt up around her stomach and a hand down the front of her Supergirl panties. On her computer screen, some dude was pumping in and out of a grunting girl hard from behind.

“GOD!” I yelled, covering my eyes. “Sorry! I—why wasn’t your door closed?!”

“Um…this isn’t what it looks like,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. The woman in the video yelled, “Fuck my bitch cunt with your fat cock, step-brother!”

I yanked the door shut and heard Becks giggle inside. Just then, the delivery person rang the doorbell and Becks called out to me, “Gimme a few minutes, ’kay?”

For all I knew, I might’ve tipped they guy fifty dollars as my mind relentlessly repeated what I’d seen of Becks. The full length of her slender, naked legs…the porcelain skin where her inner thighs met her pelvis…parts of her I’d never seen before, now seared into my memory whether I wanted them there or not.

My hands set the kitchen table on autopilot, placing the pizza box at the center, pulling plates from the cabinet, and collecting cans of soda from the fridge. When I sat down, I stared into thin air until Becks emerged from her room and snapped me back to reality.

She lumbered over with languorous steps, arms hanging loosely at her sides, her eyelids heavy and relaxed above a serene smile. The table rattled when she plunked into her chair.

“Hul-lo,” she said, then blew a frizzy strand of hair from her flushed face.“You got Roma’s? Big Brother, you really are the best.” She reached for a slice but stopped short. “Oooh, better wash m’hands.”

For a fleeting moment, an unwelcome question flitted into my head: I wonder what her fingers smell like?

“I made a schedule!” I shouted, shutting up my stupid brain and shooting to my feet. I pulled open a drawer under the counter and snatched the legal pad I’d written on earlier. By the time I retook my seat, Becks was back at the table, putting her first slice on her plate.

“Look,” I said, sliding the pad across the table and turning it toward her. “I wrote down some things we could do together every night of the week, all stuff you love. Monday is pizza and video games, Thursday is movie night with popcorn and all your favorite candy, there’s anime and comic books, and I thought we could cook dinner together on Tuesdays. And on Sunday, you get to pick anything you want to do!”

She looked up from the pad and raised her eyebrows at me.

“Anything within reason,” I added. “I just—I wanted to show you that I’ll be here every night, that I’m not going anywhere, and nothing has to change.”

Becks took a bite of pizza, chewed, and swallowed.

“M’sorry I sprang everything on you like that,” she said. “But I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. Even though you’re all freaked out now, I still feel better, kinda. Freer, y’know? I’m not hiding anything anymore. I hated pretending like I didn’t feel what I feel.”

“Becks…” I shook my head. “I’m…flattered, I guess, but I can’t see you that way. I’ll never see you like that. You’re my little sister.”

She finished another bite and shrugged. “S’okay.”

“Wait…really? You understand that this—this thing you say you want,” I motioned my hand between us, “that it can’t happen?”

She pointed a finger at my head. “No, I’m saying I don’t hafta convince you, Dum-Dum.” Her finger lowered, aiming at where my crotch was, under the table. “I only hafta convince him, and that lil’ guy is already on my side.”

“No, he’s—I’m— not.”

“Sure felt like it the other night, on the couch. He really seemed to like my lil’ butty-butt.”

“H-he did not! I mean—”

“Mmm, he felt so nice and hard and cozy back there…” She leaned forward, looking down to address my dick through the table. “You’re welcome back anytime ’lil guy, no matter what the grumpus upstairs says.” She smiled at me as she raised her soda to take a sip.

“Okay, sure,” I said, throwing up my hands. “There might’ve been…something going on down there, but any guy would have some kind of reaction when he saw all that stuff in the anime.”

“Nuh-uh, it was my butty-butt.”

I ran my fingers back through my hair, exasperated. “Can we please just not talk about this anymore? Look, I got your favorite pizza, and I was really looking forward to hanging out with you tonight, and…I just want my sister back, okay?”

Becks tilted her head side to side, considering my plea, and reread the schedule.

“So, tonight is…Comic Book Club? Guess that sounds fun.”

“It will be, definitely!” I let out a sigh of relief and sank back in my chair. “And Becks? I just wanna say that, y’know, you’ll meet someone someday, somebody who’s right for you, and—”

“Oh? Are more cute guys moving in?” Her eyes held a warning, but I went on anyway.

“I mean, y’know, later on, when you eventually go outside, and—”

“I’m not going outside.”

“I don’t mean tomorrow or anything, but one day—”

“If we can’t talk about sex, then we can’t talk about that, either.” Her body had frozen, fists clenched, with her eyes on the table, steadfastly avoiding mine. Any talk of taking her outside was the ultimate taboo in our house, and I’d learned not to push it.

“Okay,” I said. “That’s fair.”

Slowly, Becks unclenched and went back to pizza. We finished eating in silence as I wondered how long our truce would last…and what I’d do when it ended.

* * * * * * *

Sunday morning, I woke up at around ten and jumped in the shower. The night before with Becks had gone pretty well, all things considered. We read lots of her favorite comic books together, and I kept her busy answering my questions about them. When Becks told me all about her favorite characters and their backstories, she sounded like her old self again, an adorable little super geek with a fun imagination.

As I soaped up my body and lathered my dick, I realized that, with everything that’d been going on, I hadn’t jerked off in three whole days. Normally that’d have me climbing the walls, but there’d been too much weighing on my mind to get in the mood. But now, just touching my dick gave me tingles. I decided to save my masturbation session for the end of my shower, so I could really put some time and effort into it, pay back my penis for being patient.

I’d just thoroughly scrubbed shampoo into my hair and was rinsing it out when I noticed it: a soft, subtle pitter-pat that didn’t match the pattern of water splashing on the shower floor. Had I left the sink on? As soon as I’d washed the suds from my eyes, I opened them to see…

“BECKS?!”

My sister sat on the toilet by the shower, shirt pulled above her waist, panties down around her ankles. She let loose a long, low moan of relief as the sound of her stream bubbled in the bowl. Her thighs prevented me from seeing her pussy at the angle I was at, but it was uncovered, just feet away.

My hands flew to cover my dick, then I spun away from her to face the shower wall and tried to cover my ass cheeks instead.

“What’re you doing?!” I yelled, looking back over my shoulder. “Get out of here!”

“Gimme a second, m’almost done!”

“No, go use your own bathroom!”

“But it’s so cold down there! All the heat goes upstairs, and I freeze my tushy off.”

“Dammit, Becks! Be quick, then! And don’t look! Close your eyes!”

Her eyes squeezed shut. “Okay, but I’m not gonna lie. I looked at your wiener.”

I groaned in exasperation.

“I couldn’t help it, I’ve never seen one before! Not a real one, I mean. And it’s super nice! You have a very good-looking ding-a-ling, Big Brother.”

“Becks, we talked about this. I thought you were going to stop trying to have sex with me.”

“How is this me tryin’ ta have sex with you? I’m goin’ to the bathroom, geez. Unless you think pee is sexy. But if ya do, I guess I can’t judge—I wanna be a brotherfucker.”

All I could do was shake my head, speechless. She’d always been incorrigible, but it used to be cute.

“Hey,” she went on, “would it count as sex if I maybe just touched myself a little bit?”

“Aren’t you done yet?”

“Almost…” The sound of her stream softened, then spurted back to full volume.

“Just a teensy bit more…” Another spurt.

She held up a finger and seconds stretched by before…spurt!

“All done!” she said, hopping off. There was a flash of flesh but her T-shirt fell down to mid-thigh before I caught anything. Bending over, she grabbed her panties and pulled them up over her thighs, shimmying them under her shirt.

As she reached for the toilet handle, I realized what would happen but couldn’t form the word stop fast enough. The instant she flushed, the shower water went from pleasantly warm to scalding hot.

“Shit!” I said, scrambling to reach the shower head and point it away from me.

“Ooh, it’s bigger now!” Becks said, ogling my dick while it was left to dangle in the open. “I think it likes me lookin’ at it!”

I covered back up as best I could; two hands almost weren’t enough this time. With a sly smile, Becks stretched her hand out toward the toilet handle again but must’ve seen on my face that my patience had one-thousand percent run out. She bounded out of the bathroom, giggling, before popping her head back through the doorway a second later.

“If this gave you any ideas that you might want to, um, do something about while you’re in there, it won’t count as sex, so don’t worry. Buh-bye!”

Well, fuck. I definitely wasn’t touching my dick after that.

* * * * * *

For the rest of the day, Becks was her normal, cheery self. A little flirty, but nothing too bad. I mean, she didn’t grind on me, take a piss in front of me or talk about wanting to fuck me, so I relaxed a bit. I cooked spaghetti for dinner and she insisted on helping, and we fell into a nice rhythm as we worked around each other in the kitchen, boiling the water, cooking the noodles, simmering the sauce, and heating frozen garlic bread in the oven.

We were both stuffed after second helpings. There was enough left for a third portion, but no matter how much I wanted to put off what would come next, I couldn’t stomach another bite. Becks cleared her throat with a little “a-hem,” smiling at me from across the kitchen table.

“So,” she said, “Today’s Sunday. And the schedule that you made says that our activity tonight is Becks’ Choice. And I’m Becks!”

There it was, what I’d been dreading. What had I been thinking, putting that on the schedule? Of course, I wouldn’t go along with whatever perverted thing she asked me to do, but I didn’t want to fight about it. The evening had been so nice until then. When I just narrowed my eyes and didn’t say anything, she went on.

“And what I choose is…a hug.”

“A…hug? That’s it?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yep. Just a hug. While lying on the couch.”

I groaned and crossed my arms.

“C’mon, I want cuddles! It doesn’t have to be sexy cuddles, just normal cuddles. I want my Big Brother spoon.”

“Becks—”

“AND, I wanna talk, take turns saying little things we like about each other. Tonight is Becks’s Choice, and that’s what I choose. Cuddle-’n’-talk.”

Honestly, it didn’t sound too bad. Spooning was only a little more touchy-feely than how we normally lay and watch TV, but things’d gotten out of control last time. And Becks had been so sex crazed lately, I didn’t trust her. When I didn’t budge, her smile faded and she looked a little…hurt?

“Y’know, it might not seem like it, but I’m kinda freaked out, too.” Her voice was quieter; she wasn’t goofing around anymore. “Sometimes it feels like the only person I love—the only person I know in the whole, wide world—doesn’t even wanna look at me anymore.”

She gave a little sniffle, which was SO unfair, because seeing her so insecure triggered every protective instinct I had.

“Please?” she went on. “I don’t have anybody else to gimme a hug, and I really need to be held. No sex stuff, I swear.”

She crossed her heart, and mine broke a little for her. When Becks wasn’t gunning for my dick like an absolute maniac, I could see how her new feelings and our changing dynamic might be hard for her, too. If all she wanted was a little physical affection and some caring words, that wasn’t a bad compromise.

“Okay. No sex stuff. If you do or say anything inappropriate, cuddle time’s over.”

She sighed and gave a little smile. “That’s fine. For, like, right now.” Bolting up from the table, she skipped ahead of me to the living room. When I caught up, she’d switched on the gas fireplace but left the lights off. The room was cozy…romantic. I raised an eyebrow.

“Go lie down, Big Spoon.” She waved me toward the couch and I cautiously did as she directed, stretching my slim six-foot, two-inch frame from armrest to armrest, bending my knees a bit to fit. I was well covered in my T-shirt and sweatpants, but to prevent any accidental, um, sensations, I placed a throw pillow between my groin and Becks’s butt as she lay in front and scooted back into me.

Once Becks was fully wedged in, my chin rested on the top of her head while my knees were flush against the backs of hers, her feet reaching the middle of my shins. Reaching back, she took my hand and pulled my arm over her, but I resisted.

“I’m not gonna break my promise,” she said, and I relaxed enough to let her press my hand against her sleep-shirt-covered stomach, where she held it in place.

“Becks,” I started, a warning in my voice.

“A little higher or lower and this would be a sexy-time touch,” she said. “But right here, it’s just cozy.”

Well, last time she’d brought my hand to her boob, so I supposed this wasn’t too much. She was all nestled into me now, small and soft and warm within my full-bodied embrace. It wasn’t sexual, really, but not exactly friendly or brotherly, either. I hadn’t held anyone that completely since my old girlfriend, and the closeness had an immediate effect on me that, thankfully, the pillow kept Becks from feeling. It didn’t help that her scent filled my nose, the cotton-candy perfume of her shampoo mixed with the fresh, clean vanilla fragrance of her skin. I absentmindedly inhaled deep and squeezed her tighter.

“Mmmmm, this feels so goooood,” Becks said in a moan, almost like a purr. “This makes me so happy.”

The truth was, it felt really great to me, too. Just to hold somebody, and to hold them so completely. I felt her pressed against me all up and down my body, my priceless little princess, safe and snuggled up inside my warm cocoon. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed physical affection, too; craved it. I couldn’t begrudge her this.

“You take such good care of me, Big Brother.” Her voice was soft in the near-silent room, joined only by the gentle murmur of the fire. “You always have. You work so hard and…and I just want you t’know it means everything to me.”

“Aw, Becks, I—” The swell of emotion caught me off guard, and I had to pause for a second so I wouldn’t get choked up. “Thank you. Taking care of you makes me happier than anything.” The words were true, but they were darkened a little by old guilt. How much had I really helped her if she’d continued to stay stuck inside the house all those years? “I only wish I could’ve done more, done better. I want so much more for you than just…just…”

She pressed my hand more tightly to her stomach. “Because you helped me with homework all the time, I always made honor roll. I kept learning to code ’cause I loved how proud you were of me. You cook ’n’ clean and make a home I love to live in. I’m happy. Mama and Daddy would be really proud of you, Big Brother.”

Her words soared straight to my heart; I hadn’t known how much I’d needed to hear them. I loved taking care of her and wouldn’t trade it for anything, but it had been hard.

“They’d be proud of you too, Becks,” I said, covering a crack in my voice with a wet chuckle. “You did all the work to get those grades, and learn how to code, and now you get paid to do it because you’re a genius. You…you’re amazing.”

Becks released my hand and carefully rolled over to face me, our arms settling back around each other to keep us close. She’d wiggled further up the couch, so we now looked right into each others’ eyes. Hers shimmered while her pink, puffy lips pulled into the softest smile.

I can’t pretend my gaze didn’t flicker down to those lips, so close and slightly parted. The moment was so tender, so full of emotion. If she were a girlfriend, it would’ve been the most natural thing in the world to close those last couple of inches and slip my lips around hers.

Distantly, through a warm, happy haze, I realized the trap I’d fallen into, whether Becks had set it for me intentionally or not. Her crass come-ons and outrageous sexual propositions were clearly out of bounds, easy to spot and refuse. But lying there, with her body in my arms and her words in my heart, it was harder to see the boundaries. All I knew was that, as I held her, gazed at her, adored her, she filled me up like nothing else ever could.

“Do you…think about them much?” Becks asked. “Mama and Daddy?”

I gave a slight nod. “Yeah. Mostly little things that pop into my head all the time. Like…do you remember Dance Bot?” She smiled but looked at me quizzically. I chuckled. “Dad would do this thing where he’d start dancing, like, really badly, all stiff and stuff while talking like a robot. He’d do it whenever somebody tried to tell him something he didn’t want to hear—like if I wasn’t cleaning my room or doing my homework—and he wouldn’t stop until you gave in and did what he wanted. And he didn’t care if you had friends over; he’d go right ahead and embarrass you. Mark Anders, my friend in middle school, wouldn’t come over anymore after he met Dance Bot on his first sleepover.”

Becks clutched my T-shirt, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks. “Omigod…I DO remember! Dance Bot! He’d spin and jerk and—an’ when he was done, he’d say…”

“Dance Bot, deactivate!” we said together. She continued to laugh, her face aglow with joy, beautiful.

“You’ve got his laugh, y’know,” I said.

“What?” Becks said, between giggles. “I do not…do I?”

“Not just like it, but big and…and free. Like his was.”

Her laughter subsided as she scanned my face, seeming to soak in every detail.

“You have Mama’s nose,” she said, lightly running her fingertip down the bridge of my nose and booping the tip. Her eyes dipped to my mouth and lingered there. Unbidden, the tip of my tongue slid between my lips, moistening them. I could’ve said something to regain her attention, pull her eyes back to mine, but I didn’t. The moment stretched on until, finally, Becks closed her eyes, let out a long sigh, and wiggled closer.

“Ahh, your feet are like ice!” I said, as she slipped her bare toes between my calves.

“I know, but your legs’re so warm.”

Taking one arm from around her, I pulled a fleece throw blanket from the back of the couch and spread it across us, tucking her in.

“There,” I said. “Maybe that’ll help.”

With a last look into my eyes, Becks wiggled down to tuck her head under my chin, nestling into my chest, smiling.

We didn’t talk anymore after that, just held and warmed each other within the blanket, within our own little world, by the faint glow of the flickering fire.

* * * * * * *

The next morning I woke up slowly, stretching long and languid. I’d been having one of those dreams you try to hold onto, but that slips away in seconds like sand through your fingers. Whatever it’d been, it left me feeling peaceful, content, and very well rested. The sensation stayed with me as I got up and got ready, a nice consolation to the to start of a new work week.

Becks beamed at me during breakfast and seemed her old, sweet self, all lollipops and rainbows. Had our “cuddle-and-talk” the night before given her enough physical affection to put her mind off sex and set things right again? It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that I realized how dumb that question was.

When the doorbell rang, I was working up in my room, totally unprepared. After a second of surprise, I bolted down the stairs, checked the peephole at the front door, and caught sight of a delivery truck as it drove away.

“Delivery guy,” I called to Becks’s closed door. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting anything today; I didn’t know to warn you.” Becks’s door swung open and she hurried out.

“I think it’s for me,” she said, grinning. “I ordered some stuff.”

“Oh, you did? Hold on, I’ll grab it.” I waited while she stepped back to a distance that was comfortable for her, then opened the front door enough to bend through and pick up a brown package the size of a shoebox. Once I shut the door, Becks was back at my side, bouncing in anticipation.

“Put it on the kitchen table,” she said, before skipping ahead. By the time I set the box down, she had the scissors ready and sliced along the packing tape. Standing aside, I amusedly watched her crack the flaps open. What had her so excited?

My smile froze as she pulled a smaller box from inside, then fell when she took out the next. With a wide grin, Becks gleefully stacked up an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and other various sex toys.

“I’m so excited to try all these!” she said, her hands making quick, fluttering claps. “Now, Big Brother, none of these are nearly as big as you, based on that trouser tower I saw in the bathroom the other day. So, don’t worry, I’ll keep it nice ’n tight for ma man!”

I could only watch, gobsmacked, while she tore open a purple vibrator and popped its batteries in. She gave a shriek then giggled as it burst to life, buzzing away in her hands.

“I’ve gotta, um, get back to work,” I said lamely, backing away as Becks playfully swished the vibrator around like a wand while making wooshing noises. When I reached the stairs, she looked across the room at me and pantomimed giving the vibrator a blowjob without actually putting it in her mouth. The faint buzzing followed me until I reentered my room and closed the door.

I don’t know how long I stared at the work on my computer screen, seeing nothing while the image of Becks’s imaginary blowjob looped in my head. What was I feeling? Shock, for sure, and I was definitely upset, although I couldn’t narrow it down more than that. Was I angry? No, Becks hadn’t really done anything wrong besides blasting past personal boundaries, as usual. I certainly couldn’t be jealous; that’d be insane. Whatever it was I felt, I numbly sat in it, stewed in it, all afternoon.

Near the end of my workday, just as I’d barely managed to finish a four-hour project that should’ve taken half the time, I heard Becks shout my name. As I stood and left my room, she kept calling me, again and again.

“What?” I yelled downstairs.

“Big Brother, I need your help!”

I went down and stopped at her closed door. “What is it?”

“You have to help me, it won’t shut off!”

“What…won’t…” I trailed off, hearing the buzzing coming from inside. My head slumped and I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Becks, I’m not helping with that.”

“You have to! Please Big Brother, I’m down for the count but it won’t stop, and I can’t see the little button from here!”

“Do you mean…is it still…” I paused and cleared my throat. “Did you try removing it first?”

There was a pause until, eventually, the buzzing stopped.

“Oh. Yeah, that helped,” Becks said. “Thankies!”

I heard her giggling as I stomped back up to my room, my traitorous imagination showing me just as much as I probably would’ve seen behind her door.

* * * * * * *

Becks started doing that kind of stuff every day, different tricks to get me to walk in on her. Sometimes she just did her thing, but very loudly, filling the house with moans and shouts of “Fuck!” and “Oh God oh God oh God” alongside porn at max volume on her computer. From the sounds of it, she exclusively watched brother-sister videos. Whether I was preparing a meal, on the toilet, working, or whatever, I had to do it while hearing stuff like, “You like your sister’s sluttly little pussy?” and “Take your brother’s big, fat cock in your pretty pink asshole” blasting in the background.

Once, I waited at her door while she loudly wrapped up what sounded like a full-blown workout. She had to be burning calories like crazy with those masturbation marathons, not that she needed to, as skinny as she was. I don’t mean “skinny” in a bad way; she was slender but with subtle swells in just the right places, lithe and lovely. Not that I really noticed or anything, just, y’know, objectively speaking.

When the girl in the video begged her brother not to pull out, and the guy gave a few final grunts and groans, I heard Becks’s moans spike then trail off. After counting to ten in my head, I knocked.

“Are you done? I’m about to put a load in the washing machine and I need your laundry.” It took a few seconds, but Becks padded to the door and opened it. When she did, I was almost knocked out by the heady funk of sex musk wafting out of her room. It stunk, but…in a good way?

“Hidey-ho, Big Bro,” she said, almost sounding drunk. Loose strands of her long, flaxen hair frizzed and clung to her heavily-lidded eyes, while a languid grin stretched from cheek to cheek. After she stood there looking up at me dazedly for a long moment, I shook the half-full clothes basket in my hands.

“Laundry?” I repeated.

“Oh, yeah,” Becks said, shaking off some of her stupor. “I mean, no. I already washed my stuff yesterday. See? Doin’ more ’round the house, like I said I would. Imma good girl.” She glanced down at the pile in the basket, her eyes lighting up. “Oooh, and since good girls deserve treats, Imma take this…” Reaching into the basket, she pulled one of my T-shirts from the top of the pile.

“Becks, that’s dirty; I just put it in there.”

“I know, I saw you wearin’ it earlier. I like it when your shirts still smell like you.” Bringing the balled-up shirt to her face, Becks closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and shivered. “Mmm…dat’s the stuff.”

“Um, okay, well, if you don’t have anything, I’m going to go start the—”

“Oh, wait, I do have something!” she said, tossing my shirt behind her to the bed. “Hold on…”

Reaching up under the hem of her shirt, she took hold of her underwear and shimmied it down her bare thighs, over her knees, and to her ankles before lifting out her feet one at a time.

“I just dirtied these up,” she said, tossing them on top of the pile with a coy smile.

I stared down at the panties, a lacy pink thong I’d never seen before, and a far cry from the basic cotton pairs I’d always washed for her. When had she ordered something so…adult? It was mostly string and the small patch of fabric was soaked through, slathered in shiny cream.

“Thanks, Big Brother!” Becks said, cheery as could be, before closing the door. My eyes didn’t leave the latest addition to the laundry, the light glinting off the sodden mess it held. Seconds later, the sounds of another porno started up from inside her room.

“Step-brother, have you been stealing my panties?”

I walked away before Becks could start moaning again.

* * * * * * *

It didn’t matter if I yelled at Becks or pounded on her door when she blasted her pornos, she ignored it all. I knew she wanted me to burst in and make her stop, to see her fully exposed and in the throes of pleasure. Maybe she hoped I’d be so overcome by the sight that I’d jump on top of her and give her what she wanted. Or maybe she was just enjoying a series of jokes at my expense.

Either way, it started to feel cruel, because I couldn’t masturbate without thinking of all the images she’d put in my head, stuff she’d shown me or left to my imagination. I’d hit Play on a video and, right away, Becks would pop into my mind. Becks with her hand moving inside her panties; Becks pretending to put a dick in her mouth; how her nipple had felt poking through her shirt into my palm; her ass grinding against my steel dick; what she must look like when she cries out in pleasure, naked from the waist down in her chair, pumping that purple vibrator in and out of her pink, petite pussy.

And through it all, the loving words and tender touches we’d shared during cuddle-and-talk were never far from my mind. It was a potent combination.

I was closing in on a full week without jerking my dick, which was longer than I’d gone since I first learned how to work the damn thing. If I didn’t take the edge off soon, I’d go fucking nuts.

By Thursday night I was a wreck—sullen, irritable, and ready to fuck just about anything with a pulse. Anything except my sister, no matter how much she confused my cock. But it was the first movie night on the new schedule I’d put together, and I was determined to put on my best face and try—really try—to have a nice, normal time.

I’d promised Becks popcorn and her favorite candy to go with the movie, and I loaded her up where she sat on the couch. Once she had a big bowl of popcorn on her lap, a smaller bowl of lollipops and chocolates next to her on the couch, and a drink on the end table, there was no room to spoon. At this point, I didn’t trust her or myself to behave if we cuddled. If she so much as brushed up against my dick, I’d likely blow a hole through the front of my sweatpants.

Becks narrowed her eyes at me knowingly while I made repeated trips from the kitchen to bring out all the goodies, but she dug into her treats and didn’t object.

“All set?” I asked. “Can I get you anything else before we start the movie?”

“Nope,” she said, swallowing some SunnyD, which’d been her favorite drink since childhood. “Got m’poppycorn, m’lollipoppies, and…” she took another sip of SunnyD and licked her heart-shaped lips. “You know I love D.”

“Great,” I said, pasting a smile on my face while another unwanted fantasy was added to the rest. With a huff, Becks rolled her eyes from me to the TV as I hit Play. Was I imagining it, or was she in a mood, too? Frustrated, maybe, that I still wasn’t taking any of her bait? I took a little satisfaction in knowing that everything she’d done to make me so uncomfortable might’ve backfired on her a bit.

The film started and we didn’t speak much for a while. I couldn’t tell you what I’d picked for us to watch, just that I’d avoided anything that had even a hint of sex or romance. But whatever it was became nothing more than bland, blurry images. My unfocused eyes pointed at the screen, but every other sense stayed hyper-focused on Becks beside me. Every subtle shift in how she sat, every touch to an errant blond tress, every crunch of her popcorn reverberated through me, tempting me to look, to stare. I’d spent all week trying not to look at her, to avoid catching sight of things I shouldn’t see, and now I felt starved, addicted, desperate for a fix.

Midway through the movie, I paused for a bathroom break. When I came back, Becks had cleared away all her snacks, leaving plenty of room on the couch. I retook my spot a couple of feet from her, and she immediately scooted over to sit pressed against me.

“Here,” she said, handing me a lollipop before I could consider moving away. She’d unwrapped one for each of us, and started sucking on hers.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the offered treat and popping it in my mouth. As I unpaused the movie, Becks lifted my arm and placed it around her shoulders, snuggling into my side. She folded her legs under her, becoming a little ball of warmth that spread through my body from where we touched.

For who knows how many minutes, I was a statue on the outside while my insides hummed. When I took a deep breath to steady myself, I instantly regretted it. There it was again, her sweet perfume: vanilla and cotton candy.

Becks felt me shudder and turned her head up toward mine. A quick glance showed me dancing eyes and a soft smile. What was going on with my heart? It beat like a hummingbird’s wings in my chest.

“What, uh, what…kind of lollipop is this?” I asked randomly while working to calm myself, to act like a normal fucking human being for one goddamn second.

“You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s tasty.” And it really was; I realized I hadn’t once stopped sucking on it.

“Ooh, thank you! I’m so happy you think so.”

She rose on her knees, smooth and unhurried. With a featherlight touch, she took my head in her delicate hands and brought her lips to my ear. The breath of her whisper sent shivers to my cock.

“For half the movie, I had that lollipop plugged into my pussy.”

My tongue stopped and the lollipop lay still, my mouth full of its flavor.

For an endless moment, my brain wasn’t giving orders anymore and just floated along, a balloon in the breeze. When a full thought finally formed, it was simply…

So this is what it tastes like.

Eyes closed, I felt Becks ease one lissom leg across me, her small, firm ass settling into my lap. Fingers slipped into the hair at the nape of my neck, while others took hold of the stick between my lips and slowly turned it, spreading more of the candy head’s taste across my tongue.

Slowly, achingly, her cotton-covered mound rubbed up the full length of the steel pole in my sweatpants, all the way to the tip, then ground back down to its base.

“Unh,” Becks moaned. Moving her hands to the sides of my jaw, she inched forward until her lips were at my ear again.

“I’m gonna take such good care of you,” she whispered. “I love you. Let me take care of you…” Her lips brushed my cheek as she pulled away and slunk from my lap to the floor, kneeling between my legs. There was a light tug as her fingers found the drawstring of my sweatpants and pulled at its knot until it popped free. Hands slid up my thighs and I felt fingertips curl around my waistband.

“Your little sister’s going to suck her first cock now…her big brother’s cock…the only one she’ll ever need…”

I’m not kidding when I say that I almost came just from her saying that. Little sister…big brother—hearing those words from her lips just then should’ve disgusted me, should’ve made clear how completely wrong this was. Instead, something hot and primal within me reared its head and roared in triumph, ravenous, ready to claim its one and only desire.

“N-no!” I said, the raw power of the feeling shocking me to my senses. “No, we’re not doing this…” I sat back on the couch to lift one leg over Becks’s head, then rolled away and stood. “Please Becks, we can’t do this.”

Still in her spot on the floor, Becks stared at me, blank-faced, her mouth agape, eyes wide with disbelief. Then, as color rushed into her cheeks, her eyebrows narrowed. To my absolute horror, her eyes brimmed with hot tears as she got to her feet.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, her voice raw. “I know you want me!”

“I don’t,” I lied.

“UGH!” Becks stamped her foot and pointed at my dick. “Fine, then—I know he wants me!”

“He’s a dick, he doesn’t know what he wants!”

Becks buried her face in her hands, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. When she finally looked up, her tear-filled eyes bore into me, each drop tracing a path down her cheeks.

“Y’know what? Fine. Fine. If you say you don’t want me, I guess you really don—” her breath hitched, and a choked sob burst through. “I g-guess you really don’t want me. I tried dressing nice, helping out more, telling you how much I fucking l-love you… And when none of it worked, I just threw myself at you and humiliated myself.” Another sob, then she swiped angrily at her tears and stood straighter, clenching her fists.

“But if you just don’t care—if I’m just some short, unattractive, gross little girl to you—I’ll find somebody else. I saw this place online where you can fool around with people on video chats; I’ll just do that.”

“The fuck you will!” I spat, the monster in my chest aflame, ready to rip apart any man who’d look at her that way.

“What do YOU care?!”

“You’re my sister!”

“I’m a woman, and I need—”

“YOU’RE MINE!”

My voice thundered through the house. I’d never screamed like that, so loud and harsh it hurt coming out. Becks flinched and gasped, but not in fear. Her eyes were wide with shock, and something else…hope. A low whimper slipped past her lips as she clenched her thighs together.

I’d claimed her like some neanderthal caveman, like I owned her…and she liked it.

“I-I-I’ve got to, uh…” I stumbled back and banged into the end table, scattering the remainder of her popcorn onto the floor. “I’m—I’m sorry…”

I left Becks standing there, fled up the stairs, and shut myself in my room.

What’d just happened? What had I done? I paced the room, hands on my head, my quick breaths coming short and shallow. Becks made me so confused, so goddamn crazy. On the couch, it would’ve been so easy to just let her… Way, way too easy. What was wrong with me? I was her brother. And for the past six years, I’d been her caretaker, her tutor, her friend, her provider and protector…

I shouldn’t want her this way. I was sick. I felt sick.

Becks just had me confused. She’d been coming on so strong, and that got tangled up with the deep love I’d always had for her, and…and goddammit it, I knew going without masturbation messed up my head, that it just built and built until my dick wanted weird.

Well fuck that, I was finally going to fucking take care of myself so I could think like a normal human again. Dropping into my desk chair, I flipped open my laptop, opened a private browser window and typed in the URL of my go-to porn site. The usual rows of video thumbnails filled the screen, and I didn’t scroll long before a girl in one of them caught my eye and I clicked Play.

My dick was still hard as I pushed down the front of my sweatpants, and I wasted no time getting to work. But as soon as the girl walked up to the guy, the first words she spoke were, “My asshole boyfriend cancelled on me again. Can I get a hug, step-brother?”

“Nope,” I said, and stopped the video.

A few seconds later, I started another. This one was perfect—no talking, no setup; it started with the girl already riding the guy in bed. Unbidden, my thoughts slid back to Becks straddling me just moments before, her warm weight in my lap… I tried to shake it off and fight through, but then the guy in the video said, “You’re so damn tight, step-sister!”

“Fuck!” I stopped that one too, and tried again…and again…

“I want you to teach me about sex, step-brother.” Stop.

“Wanna play truth or dare, Sis?” Stop.

“Step-brother, I’m stuck in the washing machine!” Stop.

Since when was every fucking porno about brothers and sisters getting it on?! Was this some new thing? Had I just not noticed it before? I scrolled back up the screen, scanning over all the videos I’d picked, and it hit me. It hit me like a fucking roundhouse kick to the balls.

Every clip I’d picked starred petite girls who looked eighteen, with long blond hair and cheery outfits. Every. Single. One. No wonder those girls got cast as kid sisters. Turns out I had a type after all, and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t know why.

I propped my elbows on the desk, bent down, and intertwined my fingers behind my head. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck…”

Whatever this thing was inside of me, I now understood it’d been there for a while. At some point, once Becks’d grown up, a part of me had begun to see her differently. Maybe that’s why I’d started to put some distance between us physically, pulled back on the cuddles. I’d always been her protector, and now I had to protect her from…me.

Yes, Becks wanted me too, but what other choice did she have? She was young, probably still getting used to raging hormones, and I was literally the only guy in her world. Wouldn’t she regret it later? I mean, incest? Would that be so easy for her to live with? What if a year, five years, even twenty years later, she decided I was her biggest regret? Once she finally went outside, rejoined the world, and had a healthier life with endless other options? Would what we’d done add more trauma to everything else she’d suffered? Would I alienate the only person in the world I loved?

I turned back to my laptop and Googled “escorts” with the name of my town. I was surprised at how many legitimate-looking results popped up. Nothing too blatantly red-flag illegal, just women who were available for dates, private massage, cuddle therapy, etc. I assumed most of them were up for quite a bit more.

Maybe hooking up would help me get Becks out of my system. It’d been way too fucking long since I’d been with anyone, and while the thought of meaningless sex didn’t really appeal to me—especially the kind you paid for—I was at the end of my rope. If I couldn’t put out this fire inside me, I was afraid Becks would get burned. It really didn’t help that she was all too eager to jump into the flames.

After clicking a couple of links, I found a page with a list of names, contact info, and headshots. I’d just started to scroll through them when I heard the click of the door latch as it disengaged.

I closed my laptop as quickly as I could, but Becks caught me doing it as she entered. I swiveled my chair to follow her as she quietly crossed the room, her puffy, red-rimmed eyes on her hands as she nervously twisted them together. When she sat gently on my bed, she looked up at me and spoke in a small voice.

“So, um…hi.”

She looked so uncertain, so fragile, that the guilt in my stomach grew twice as heavy.

“Becks, I’m so sorry I yelled at you like that. I shouldn’t have sa—”

“No, I’m—I’m glad. It…mattered to me that you got so mad about what I said.” With a sigh, she deflated a little and looked down at her hands again. “I lied about the video chat stuff. I’d never, ever do that, not in a million years. I only want you. I only love you. I guess I just said it to get a reaction, and…wow.”

So, she’d definitely understood more than I wanted her to. Or at least, she strongly suspected. I rubbed my hands down my thighs until my elbows settled on my knees.

“I just don’t want to ever see you get hurt, Becks. I care about you so, so much.”

She smiled a little, but her eyes stayed down.

“I know. An’ I think I’m starting to see that—maybe like me—your feelings’re so big that they’re too much for just one kind of love.”

My mouth opened to deny it again, but she cut me off.

“An’ I get how that’s scary for you. I do. But we can talk about it, we—”

“It isn’t normal.”

Becks gave a weak chuckle. “What’s normal? My life hasn’t been normal in, like, forever. It’ll never be.”

The guilt churned in my gut, bowing my head. “Don’t say that, Becks.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” She shrugged. “I don’t need normal t’be happy.” Slowly, as though not to startle me, she scooted to the end of the bed, within reach of me at my desk. Mirroring me, she bent forward to rest her elbows on her knees, but extended her hands toward me. “C’mere. Hold my hands, look in my eyes, and tell me you don’t want what I want. To sleep cuddled up every night. To let yourself love me any way you want. To make me feel so amazingly good and happy.”

“It’s incest, Becks. It’s wrong and I—I could never want that.”

Her hands withdrew, and she watched me for a moment before her eyes slid sideways.

“You don’t like that kinda thing, huh? Hmm. I wonder what kinda porn you were lookin’ at when I came in here?” I followed her stare to my closed computer, then looked back at her, and she at me.

Becks pounced. She had one hand on the laptop before I’d managed to swivel the chair around to the table, then she sat on me, blocking my reach. We wrestled for a second, but she quickly flung the laptop open and scanned the screen.

Her lips parted while I watched her read, my hands still grabbing her, but frozen. Nothing could be done now; she’d seen all she needed to the instant the screen woke.

Finally, Becks shook free of my hands and pushed herself off me, hard. When she whirled around to pierce me with her darkened eyes, I couldn’t tell if she was about to cry or hit me.

“If you fuck…a dirty fucking whore…I will NEVER fucking forgive you.”

“I won’t!”

“Then why were you looking at them?”

“I wasn’t! I just…I—I don’t know what I’m doing, okay? I need to think; I need to be alone. I’m sorry, but I need to be alone right now.”

Becks looked at me long and hard, her jaw set, then turned to go. But when she reached the door, her eyes burned into me once more.

“I mean it,” she said. “I would never forgive you for that.”

And she was gone, leaving me alone with my shame, my twisted thoughts, my torment…all while craving her still.

* * * * * * *

The next day, I decided to go into the office even though I wasn’t scheduled to. Nothing made sense in the house anymore. Maybe if I got out for a little while, it’d help clear my head, give me some perspective.

Becks wasn’t happy about it, but since I’d come downstairs to her giving me the silent treatment, she couldn’t convey much more anger with glares alone. I hesitated at the door, looked at her watching me from the kitchen table, and wondered if it would make any sense to offer her a hug goodbye. All my instincts were off; I didn’t trust any thought I had. I simply nodded at her instead, feeling my heart clinch and a stinging behind my eyes as I locked her inside and drove away.

Work was worse. Nothing got better, nothing still made any sense, and on top of that, I missed Becks so much my chest ached. Somehow, impossibly, she’d grown to become an even bigger part of me. Without her there I felt hollowed out, diminished.

Morning was a slog. I spent every second hating being there and got fuck-all done. If this was my future, I’d get fired for sure.

A few times, I glimpsed Delilah as she walked to the break room, the bathroom, and the copier. She caught my eye once or twice and flashed me a smile. I thought of how much easier life would be if only that smile lit me up inside the way Becks’s did. But still, Delilah was an objectively attractive woman. She was friendly, maybe even a little funny, and best of all, not related to me in any way. Totally worth getting to know better. Who knows, maybe I could fall for someone like her if I just got out of my own damn way.

As desperate as I was, I knew it’d be wrong to just use her, either for sex or as some kind of emotional panic room. She wouldn’t deserve that. But again, who’s to say I couldn’t develop real feelings for her? Surely it’d be worth hanging out with her after work, seeing if there could be any spark there? Something real and healthy that didn’t risk blowing up my entire life?

Becks would hate me for it, I was sure. Would I have to tell her? Maybe later, if it turned into something? The thought of lying to her just felt awful.

Who’s to say Delilah would even want me, anyway? Maybe she’d be able to tell how fucked up I was, how I was fucking cursed and wan’t good for anyone. But…baby steps. I could go to one of those after-hours meetups, just hang out, chat with her a little bit, see if anything happens that I’d even have to think about. Maybe just getting out would help, give me something I could work up a little excitement for. What could it hurt?

I thought about all of this through an hourlong group meeting, not hearing a single thing that was said. By the time I noticed people standing up to leave and followed them out of the meeting room, I still hadn’t figured out what to do. But on the way to my desk, I passed Delilah’s cubicle and decided on the spot to stop by.

“Um, hi,” I said, standing to the side while she typed on her computer.

“Hi, Owen.” She didn’t look up.

“How’s your day going?”

“Busy.”

“Yeah, uh, me too.” For a moment I just stood there, stumped. What’d happened to the warm smiles we’d shared earlier? I thought about leaving her be, but decided to try cutting to the chase.

“Say, um, do you know when everybody’s getting together again? I thought, like, if you’re going, maybe we could hang out a little? I don’t know what kind of stuff you guys do, but maybe, like, a cafe could be cool, or a movie…”

“Don’t you already have someone to watch movies with?”

She finally looked up at me, her eyes cold. I had no clue why she was acting this way. Then, she glanced over her shoulder toward my desk…where a giant explosion of flowers could be seen from every corner of the room.

Delilah went back to typing, and I took the hint and left, walking back to my desk in a daze. If a lion had been sitting in my chair, it wouldn’t have been any more bonkers than this. During my meeting, a huge vase stuffed with three dozen red roses had been delivered. I dropped into my chair and just stared at them, catching a few furtive glances from curious coworkers.

Sticking up among the stems was a card. I took it, opened it, and read.

Dear Owen,

I really enjoyed our movie date last night, and I can’t wait until the next one! —Love, B.

PS: Thanks for the D—it tasted great!

Delilah had read this.

God-fucking-dammit, Becks.

* * * * * * *

When I stormed into the house and slammed the front door behind me, I instantly spotted Becks across the way in the kitchen, where she chopped vegetables at the counter. She wore one of my vintage rock T-shirts down to the middle of her bare thighs. The sight of her so dainty and domestic, literally barefoot in the kitchen, brought me up short.

“Hidey-ho, Brudder-Wudder,” she said. “Why’re you so early? I was gonna have dinner ready.”

Despite her cheery tone, she wore a wry smile that reminded me why I was angry, no matter how maddeningly hot she looked. I walked over and slammed my palms down on the kitchen table.

“I got your flowers.”

“Oh, yay! Did’ja like ’em?”

“No, and Delilah wasn’t happy with them, either. That’s who you really got them for, right?”

She kept her eyes on the carrots as she chopped. “Um, y’read the card, didn’t ya, Buzz Brain? The one addressed to you?”

“Yes, I read the card, the card that made it sound like you and I went on a date that started at the movies and ended with you sucking my dick. Delilah thinks I have a girlfriend now.”

Becks tensed when I said girlfriend, probably because of how I said it, which made clear that she and I were not in a relationship. She took a quick, deep breath before responding, her tone still cheery but clipped.

“All I did was thank you for watchin’ the movie with me, and say how excited I am for movie night next week. And I thanked you for the SunnyD, ’cause you were sweet t’get me my favorite drink. If some office slut poked her nose where it didn’t belong an’ got other ideas, that’s not my fault.” She used her knife to sweep aside the chopped carrots, then brought a bell pepper onto the cutting board.

“Fine,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Forget the card, then. You weren’t exactly being subtle with a ton of flowers. You wanted everyone there to think I was taken.”

She paused her slice midway through the pepper.

“So, you can say I’m yours but I can’t claim you as mine? Got it. Good ta know.”

“I didn’t say—you’re not mine…”

Her cut clunked down to the board, followed by faster, harder slices.

“That’s what you said. You screamed it at me. You’re mine, remember? That was you, right?”

“I—”

“I mean, you yelled at me for saying I might talk to other guys, ’cause that’s not allowed, ’cause I belong to you. Am I crazy? That seemed really clear.”

“Becks, I can’t be your boyfriend!” I said, raising my voice and pushing down on the table, shaking it a little.

She put down the knife hard, smacking it into the board, and spun toward me.

“UGH! Fine! You don’t want me as a girlfriend, I get it! But you obviously wanna fuck somebody, and you don’t seem super picky about it. You were drooling over prostitutes last night, and now you’re mad I kept you from getting in that slut’s pants at work! Well, if any wet hole will do, what about mine? You don’t wanna make love to me, but I bet your dick would just love t’have me as its whore. Y’know what? Fuck this…”

Before I could form a response, Becks reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and yanked it up over her head. She now stood in just her cotton panties, exposing her naked breasts to me for the first time.

I’m ashamed to say that as my relationship with my sister teetered on the brink, so close to blowing up both our lives, all that mattered to me in that moment were her tits. The perfect small handfuls, as pale as the rest of her porcelain skin, gentle curves swooping up to pert, pink nipples atop puffy areolae. The creature inside me roared to attention, longing to place its lips upon the supple, mouth-watering mounds.

Becks stomped toward me, her boobs quivering with each pounding movement, nipples dancing atop them. I didn’t realize how close she’d gotten until I felt her palms slam into my chest, pushing me back from the table. Grunting with the effort, she then dashed forward to throw her arms around my middle and squeezed herself to me with everything she had.

Her cheek was damp against my lower chest, her breasts shaping against my groin, their firm tips poking against my pants. Becks left words behind and just clung to me, all desperation and desire. I tugged at her arms but they wouldn’t budge until I pulled harder, with all my strength, and managed to wrest them away. Becks continued to fight, working to wrestle free and retake her place against me. Shifting positions, she worked her arms this way and that as her tits jiggled around, but I held onto her wrists, keeping her from embracing me.

In the struggle, Becks shifted sideways, giving me an opening to spin her around so her back was against my front. I pulled her tightly against me, my arms stretching over her shoulders and down her front, pushing aside her breasts to pin her wrists firmly to her chest.

Caught, Becks stopped struggling and sank back into me, her quick breaths straining against my tight hold. My erection pressed against her back, which she noticed just as I did. Inside my work kakis, my cock was as full and fat as it’d ever been. With a groan, Becks relaxed completely in my arms.

Tilting her head all the way back, she looked up to lock eyes with me, her gaze helpless, imploring.

“Please, Big Brother…please, I need you so much it hurts…”

The beastly fire inside me flashed through every vein, sizzled atop every inch of skin. The object of my sole, desperate desire was submissive in my captive embrace, bared to me, warm and intoxicating, begging me for what I longed to give her. I could be tender or roughly take what I wanted; she would revel in either.

But above all, I loved Becks, loved her in every possible way. I’d always done what I truly believed was best for her and gladly paid whatever it cost me. If I couldn’t do that now, how could I still call myself her protector? Her brother?

I looked down into her beautiful blue eyes, past them to the fair, fragrant skin of her neck, and knew I had mere seconds to stop myself from leaning down and lavishing it with my tongue. My resolve would break in three…two…

“I’m—I’m going to take a shower,” I stammered out, releasing her. She stumbled as I took a quick step back.

“Huh?” Becks caught herself and blinked at me. “Are you kidding?” Without another word, I tore my eyes from her tempting tits and left the room. “Hey!” Becks shouted after me as I jogged up the stairs. “HEY!!”

The moment I burst into the upstairs bathroom and slammed the door shut, I yanked the shower handle toward cold, stripped off my clothes, and threw them all in a heap on the floor. Once inside the stall, I didn’t bother getting wet before I grabbed the soap and lathered up my cock, which had remained rock hard the entire time. Chucking the soap away, I fisted my dick and started fapping, bracing myself against the glass shower door with my forearm.

My mind was bursting with a backlog of previously forbidden masturbation material: spooning Becks while she ground her firm, round little ass into my cock; Becks miming a BJ with her vibrator; endless, echoing moans of pleasure from her room; her small boobs bouncing as we wrestled. All of it was fair game now, because who was I kidding? More than anything on God’s green Earth, I wanted to fuck the ever-living shit out of my sister. Fuck her till her skinny legs couldn’t walk straight; till her pussy gaped and she was glazed head to toe in my cum.

Suddenly, I was in the scenes with her, kissing her sloppily, groping her tits and ass, fucking her with that damn lollipop. The images became more and more depraved as I furiously jerked my dick, and while I distantly felt guilty, it was just too damn hot to stop.

Becks choking on my cock as I rammed it down her throat; her tiny pussy lips stretching obscenely around my thick dick. The Becks in my head welcomed every thrust, every humiliation, laughing wildly as she shook from the force of me fucking her. Becks had created a beast inside me, a desperate perversion that had been tempted and tortured into becoming a rampaging animal that wanted to do things especially because they were wrong.

In record time, I felt the first bolt of lightning in my balls that signaled impending orgasm.

BAM! The bathroom door flung open to slam against the counter as Becks stormed in, shirt back on, fists clenched.

“I’m not gonna let you run away this time! We’re g—”

Our eyes locked and she stopped dead. My fist froze around my cock, but it was too late. I willed my orgasm to stop, but it only slowed, crawling through me with agonizing pleasure, shaking my entire body with its intensity.

The silence in the room was broken by the pang of cum striking the shower door, my first shot, long and thick. I grunted in ecstasy as the next blissful blast built through my shaft and splattered beside the first, painting the glass.

Through slitted eyes, I saw Becks yank up the bottom of her T-shirt and plunge a hand into her panties. Her wide, unblinking eyes stayed fixed on me as she rubbed herself furiously, grunting, her bare feet spread apart on the floor. Her pert nipples bounced around beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

The wanton display stoked my fire impossibly higher and, without thinking, my hand resumed pumping my dick. A third blast of cum splattered against the glass, quickly followed by a fourth and fifth. Rope after rope of hot, white goo, firing out in front of my little sister. She began to loudly moan as she furiously frigged herself under the dampening fabric of her underwear, her movements matched by rapid-fire squelching sounds.

My dick continued to pulse even after it dried up, my orgasm clawing to keep me in its grip. My cum-covered hand stilled but little electric jolts continued to spark through me, my legs trembling, my forearm against the glass keeping me standing.

My sister threw back her head and cried out, her eyes shut tight, biting her bottom lip so hard I thought it might bleed. Her hand clamped over her mound as her body convulsed like she’d grabbed a live wire. Even as drained as I was, it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

Slowly, still spasming, Becks opened her eyes—white at first until her pupils rolled back down to find me—and took a tentative, shaky step toward the shower. She managed to pad a little closer before a spasm sent her sideways, nearly to the floor. Once her skinny, trembling legs were back under her, she continued on, staggering until she reached me at the shower door. For a long moment, she simply stared up into my eyes, my hand still frozen around my drooling dick.

Shame flooded into me. Becks knew it for sure now; knew I lusted after my own sister. It was obvious I’d masturbated to her. I’d run from her in a hot, horny haze, way too tempted, and immediately sought relief. I opened my mouth to speak, to offer some other explanation, to lie, but nothing came out.

Then, with narrowing eyes, Becks finally pulled her hand from her panties, raised her shining fingers level with my face, and smeared her cream across the glass. She swayed there a moment more, our cum oozing down both sides of the shower door, her eyes softening from accusing to pleading. Then, slowly, she turned and shuffled out of the room.

* * * * * * *

I stood in the cold spray for a long time, soaking in shame and guilt. Not only for what I’d done—what Becks had seen—but because the memory of what’d happened lost none of its potency. I’d blamed my pent-up, sex-starved brain for my attraction to Becks, but even in my post-nut clarity, my desire for her hadn’t diminished one bit. The worst part was that Becks knew I wanted her; that I’d pleasured myself while fantasizing about her. She wouldn’t believe my lies anymore, if she ever had.

As I finally turned off the water and dried, I accepted there was only one way forward now: to come clean and have an honest conversation with her. To admit my feelings and my failings as her brother, and to beg her to see reason. No matter what we both felt, a brother and sister couldn’t be together. I put on a pair of clean sweats and a plain T-shirt Becks hadn’t taken yet, then trudged downstairs to face her.

I found Becks at the kitchen table, a full glass of SunnyD sitting before her. It hadn’t been touched. Her eyes went to me as I entered the room and followed me into the seat I took across the table. I had trouble meeting her gaze.

“Can we talk?” I asked, glancing up at her. She considered me for a moment.

“If it’s the truth,” she said.

I nodded. “The truth,” I agreed, sighing. “I guess that’s why I came down here. Um…” Agreeing to spill your deepest, darkest secrets was one thing, but how to begin? My eyes settled on her glass and I motioned toward it. “Could I maybe have a little…?” Becks slid it to me, and after three big gulps, I set it down and tried to start.

“The truth is…I’m a failure as your brother.” I felt a sudden swell of emotion and had to blink back tears. “I’m supposed to look after you, care for you, provide for you, make sure you’re happy. I’m not supposed to feel other…things. But the truth…the truth is that I do. And I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”

Becks’s eyes softened as I wiped wetness from my cheek. “Sorry for loving me?”

“For being in love with you. For…for wanting you. It isn’t right. And I know you say that you feel the same way about me, but I’m the older brother; I’m supposed to do what’s best for you, but I haven’t.” I fixed my eyes on the glass while several silent seconds stretched on.

“Truth or dare,” Becks said.

“What?”

“I want the truth, all of it. You owe it to me. You go first and pick dare.”

“Becks—”

“Just do it, Dunderhead.”

I brushed a hand back through my hair and took another drink of SunnyD.

“Dare,” I said on a sigh.

“I dare you t’hold my hand while we talk.” She reached a hand across the table and, after a moment’s pause, I took it. “See?” she said. “That wasn’t so scary. My turn now. I choose truth. Ask me why I’m in love with you.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “Why are you in love with me?”

“Because nobody in the world could ever love me like you do; could be so kind, and warm, and caring. I’ve had a crush on you since I was a little girl; my tall, handsome brother with the super cute dimples that pop up when he gives that pretty smile. And he smiles at me so much, always making me feel so loved, like I’m his pretty princess.

“We laugh together and cry together. Even when things were really bad, you’d hold me, make me feel safe and good. I wanna always make you happy too; cheer you up, cuddle together and make you feel good. But more’n that, I wanna show my feelings by touching you and…and sharing things I can’t put into words. When I think of us that way, it fills me up till I’m about to burst, and I just know it’s how we’re meant to be.”

Her words went straight to my heart, perfectly matching what I felt for her. For a moment, they were light enough to lift all the weight of my worries and second-guessing; to bask in the glow of this powerful, precious thing that’d grown between us. Becks wiped an eye, smiling.

“Now,” she said, “you choose truth again, and—”

“Shouldn’t I be choosing for myself?” I asked with a smile, teasing her.

“No, you’ve been terrible at figuring out what you want, so I’m in charge. You pick truth. You said you’re in love with me, and my question is…how do you know?”

I hesitated for only a second before deciding she deserved an answer. The rest came easy.

“Because you’re the reason I get up every morning and do everything I do all day. The person I can’t wait to spend my nights with. The only one I think of when I have news to share, or…or something new I’d like to try.

“I’ve always felt that way about you, and now…somehow, I can’t stop wanting to…to stroke your cheek, or brush my fingers through your hair; wrap all around you and just hold you against me. And, yeah, a lot more than that, if I’m totally honest. I just—suddenly, it’s like my love for you grew even bigger and there just aren’t enough ways to express it; like I’m going to explode if I can’t get it all out. And I know it’s wrong and there are things we can’t do but…but God, I want it so much.”

Becks’s hand squeezed around mine and she sniffled, wiping both eyes again but beaming at me. She opened her mouth to speak but had to pause to clear her throat and wipe another tear. With a wet chuckle, she said, “You choose truth next.”

“I just went; isn’t it your turn?”

“Shush. You choose truth, and my final question is, if we weren’t brother and sister…what would you do to me right now?”

I stared at Becks, long and hard, from her beautiful blue eyes to her long, light hair; the creamy skin where her neck met her collarbone; the soft and subtle mounds shifting ever so slightly beneath her shirt. My answer came out in a sigh.

“Everything.”

“I dare you to touch me, in any way you really want to.”

“Becks,” I said with a groan, clenching my eyes shut. “You haven’t asked me why I won’t.”

“Because your answer will be stupid and it won’t matter.”

“It isn’t stupid, and it matters more than anything. Becks, you’re eighteen. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. One day you’ll meet someone else—”

“I won’t.”

“One day you will, and maybe more guys after that, and…and I’ll just be some shameful secret you have to carry around and keep them from finding out. I don’t ever want to be something you regret.”

“Do you want me to be alone? Is that what you think is better for me, being unhappy my whole life?”

“You don’t have to be alone.”

“I do if you won’t be with me.”

“So, that just makes me your only option? Do you know how that makes me feel?”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Owen…didn’t you hear all that stuff I just said about why I’m in love with you, ya big dummy? I’m not…I’m not settling, if that’s what you think. I was born with the most perfect partner I could ever want right here in my own house. Don’t you know how ridiculously lucky that makes me feel?”

“Becks, you haven’t thought this through. Don’t you want a full life, maybe a family of your own someday? You have to know that’d be impossible for people who are related, right?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say impossible. I mean, with genetic counseling…”

My jaw dropped. “You—you’ve thought about it? Thought about us having a baby?”

She shrugged. “I got a little curious and Googled around some, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Dear God, she’d imagined us having a child together; looked into it, even. She really was fucking crazy…and so was I, because the idea of it—as wrong and unspeakable as it was—hit me hard, deep down someplace I hadn’t known existed. Becks, having my baby…impregnating my own little sister… The monster inside me hungered for this most forbidden prize, to share with Becks the ultimate unbreakable bond.

The power of that realization shocked me, scared the shit out of me. There was no talking Becks out of any of this; she was a thousand-percent sure she knew what she wanted. And the bigger problem was, so was I.

I saw it clearly then: all of this was going to happen. It would happen because there was no way for it not to happen, no other options or off-ramps that might make a difference…except, maybe…

“Before—before any of…this… can happen,” I said, “you have to do something.”

She gasped, sensing my will starting to crumble, but narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“You have to try going outside.”

“No.”

“Becks, you can’t live the rest of your life in here. Think about it: that’s the next sixty, seventy years, maybe longer. You’ll go crazy. You can’t start doing things that’ll affect the rest of your life if you haven’t even started a real life yet.”

“Drop it, Owen.”

“You can start those video calls with Dr. Whitman again, or we can pick another therapist if you want.”

“I said drop it! I’m never going outside! I can’t!”

“You don’t know that! You don’t know that you can’t, because you never even try!”

“Why are you being like this?!”

“Because I love you and want what’s best for you!”

“I know what’s best for me, and it’s not going outside!”

“No, you don’t know that, you—hey!”

Becks leapt to her feet, knocking her chair over, and bolted past me toward her room. Throwing out an arm, I caught the back of her baggy T-shirt and jerked her to a stop, long enough for me to stand and capture her in my arms.

“Let me go! Owen, let me GO!”

I lifted her off the ground, her bare legs kicking wildly as she struggled to break free.

“Stop it, Becks! Calm down!”

“LET ME GO!!” she screamed, thrashing even more wildly.

“Goddammit Becks, this is your life! I won’t let you throw away your life!” With that, I corralled her legs, crushed her to my chest, and carried her toward the front door.

“NO! NO!!” Each shriek stabbed into my heart. With every step she bucked against me, nearly causing me to drop her.

“Please, please, no! I won’t talk about sex anymore, please! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!!”

Nails scratched across my back; her knee struck my side. I started sobbing as I reached the door.

One horrible act to help give Becks the future she deserved. It was a trade I had to make, no matter how much it hurt either of us. Still, it took everything I had to turn the knob and pull the door open.

“STOP! NOOO! DON’T! PLEASE GOD, DON’T!”

“Y-you’ll be okay Becks, I s-swear…”

The early-evening air was cool against my skin as an amber sky stretched out beyond the doorway, above the grassy front yard.

“I’ve got you…I’m not gonna let anything h-happen to you…”

I took a step forward just as her foot flew up to thud against the top of the doorframe, where she pushed back against me with all her strength. With a quick step back, her leg fell and I pinned it back against me.

“I love you,” I whispered, my voice failing as I hurried through the door. “I’d never h-hurt you…”

One step onto the porch, I was jerked to a stop and looked back to see Becks stretching both arms over my shoulder to clutch the side of the doorframe with her fingers, trying to claw her way back, screaming with the effort.

“Y-you’ll be okay, Becks. You’ll s-see…”

Rocking back then lunging ahead, I felt her fingertips pop free and we stumbled across the porch, my footfalls thumping on the wooden planks. Seizing my chance, I hurried down the steps and into the yard, stopping around ten feet from the house.

Instead of struggling to break free, Becks now clung to me tightly, almost painfully. Her wide, quivering eyes darted from the grass at my feet to the sun hanging low above our neighbors’ houses; from my hatchback to the road at the end of our driveway. A car flew by our house and Beck’s eyes shot to it, then darted around, wild.

Her entire body trembled, vibrated, like she held a fork in an electrical outlet. Her shirt had almost instantly soaked through with sweat.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I said softly, despite a terror rising inside me. Something was very wrong. “You’re all right. See, it’s just us, there’s no reason to be—” My words died in my throat as Becks’s eyes shut tight, her face ghostly white, her breaths speeding until she was gasping, struggling to suck in air.

“H-h-h-help,” she said in a strained whisper. “H-h-hel…”

All her limbs still clung to me in a death grip; I felt her heart hammer against my chest, so fast I thought it really might burst. Becks was hyperventilating, gripped by absolute terror. I clutched my sister—the only thing in the world that mattered to me—as she convulsed, appearing on the verge of death.

I banged my hip hard against the door before I realized my legs were rushing us back inside, and I didn’t stop until I’d run into Becks’s room and lowered her to her bed. Her arms fell from me as she lay atop the sheets, her strength suddenly and completely spent. The mattress shook as her body continued to shudder, her teeth chattering through jagged gulps of air.

“Y-you’re back inside, in your bed,” I said, managing to marshal my own trembling breaths into words. “You’re safe again, s-see? You’re s-safe.” Taking her hands, I knelt by the bed and leaned over her, putting my face in front of hers until her eyes found mine.

“B-breathe, Becks. Just calm d-down and breathe, okay? Like this…” I took a deep, steady breath and released it. “Breathe with me, B-Becks. Come on.” I drew another long, slow breath, then another, and another, holding her gaze, willing her to calm down. Her chest still pumped up and down, puffing bursts of air in an out, too shallow to do much good. But I kept breathing while she watched me, and her breaths began to stretch longer, little by little, until, by the grace of whatever god might be up there, her breathing evened and her quakes became quivers.

After several minutes, her eyes fluttered closed, her breaths almost steady. The icy grip of fear melted from around my heart, but something big and raw and terrible began to take over as realization set in. I’d done this to her.

I’d done this.

Slowly, I unclasped her hands and reached for her comforter, which lay rumpled at the foot of the bed. Gently, I pulled it up over her legs, up her torso…

Suddenly, Becks seemed to feel what I was doing and her eyes flew open. In a heartbeat, she scurried up the bed, fleeing my touch, and balled up against the headboard, watching me with wary eyes. She was scared of me. Words of comfort stuck in my throat as fresh tears stung my eyes.

Very carefully, I reached for Becks and she whimpered, tightening in on herself further. In that moment, my heart shattered into a million serrated shards.

Withdrawing my arm, I held up my hands, palms out, and rose to my feet. She watched me back out of the room, not breaking eye contact even as I eased the door shut. I couldn’t cause her more distress, more pain, but I couldn’t leave her, either. I leaned back against her door and slid down until I slumped against it on the floor.

I pressed my face into my palms, struggling to stifle the sobs that clawed their way up my throat. For the first time since my parents’ deaths, I knew true despair—knew that something so terrible had happened that it could never be undone; that things would always be different now, broken.

I’d betrayed Becks, hurt her—badly, forcibly—and the truth of it stuck in the center of my chest like a knife. It was a kind of pain I’d never experienced before, ever present and without hope of reprieve. I tried to rationalize, to remember the justification I’d used to do what I’d done, but nothing lessened the suffering, not even for a second.

And that was good, because I deserved all of it and more.

* * * * * * *

Darkness fell, but I didn’t bother turning on any lights. I didn’t move from my spot against Becks’s door, straining to hear any creak of her bed, any labored breath, any hint of her condition. I wouldn’t force my presence on her—not when her terrified reaction to me replayed mercilessly inside my mind—but I couldn’t abandon her, either. Minute by minute, I had to remind myself that she’d been stable when I left the room. But not being able to see her, not being able to protect her the way I wanted—knowing I could no longer call myself her protector—tortured me most of all.

Nearly two hours after it’d all happened, my head shot up at the light sound of Becks’s feet padding across her floor, followed by a toilet flush half a minute later—her room was a second master suite with its own bathroom. It helped a little, hearing that; knowing she was able to be up and about. The bed creaked and I knew she’d lain down again.

Now that I knew Becks was awake, I thought again of something that’d been on my mind: that she needed to eat, to get her strength up after what’d happened. I was torn between bringing her food and the shame of showing my face again. Despite the fact that I’d proven myself entirely unworthy to care for her, the call to do so was too strong to ignore.

I stood slowly, carefully, my legs sore and stiff from remaining still on the floor. The kitchen was as we’d left it when I got home, with the vegetables Becks had been preparing for our dinner still on the cutting board. With yet another painful pang of regret, I cleared them away and opened a can of beef ravioli, a favorite of Becks’s when she felt bad and wanted comfort food. Once I’d prepared it, I put the bowl onto a plastic tray along with a glass of water and returned to her room. With a deep, shaky breath, I knocked softly on her door and eased it open.

Becks hadn’t turned on any lights either, but I saw her shape in the dim moonlight through her windows. She lay upon her bed, and there was just enough light to see her eyes, which watched me. Not with fear, not with anything. Her face was blank, expressionless. Tired.

“I-I’m sorry to come in,” I said, looking down. “I just, I thought…you should eat something.” When Becks gave no response, I went to her desk, made space for the tray, and set it down. “Please try to eat, if you can. Or if you want something else, anything else, I’ll make it for you. I just, I…”

I chanced another glance at her face, and it hadn’t changed one bit. There was nothing I knew of Becks there, no love or joy or anger, just…nothing. I couldn’t stand to see it and looked away again. I’d done what I needed to do, made sure she got something to eat. There was nothing more I could think to say or do; I had no right to even be there. Through an almost paralyzing wave of guilt, I turned to leave and stepped toward the door.

Suddenly, my body shook with a sob so violent, I choked on it as it caught in my throat. It was followed by another, and then I was breaking apart, sputtering, sniffling as my body was crushed beneath so much weight.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry,” I managed in a wet mumble. “I-I’m so, so…” I lost all ability to speak then, becoming a whimpering, choking, moaning mess, the sounds of my misery piercing the otherwise silent space.

“I forgive you.”

The words were quiet but unmistakable, coming from behind me where Becks lay. It was the shock, more than anything, that brought my hiccuping breaths back under control. The shock of hearing her voice and the impossibility of what she said.

“W-what?” I asked, turning toward her. “No…no, you can’t. How—how could you ever forgive what I did?”

“I love you.”

The words tore me in two, sank me to my knees. I could only watch her face, wordlessly. Her eyes were haunted, sad.

“You deserve t’be happy,” she said, her voice weak. “With a real life. With a real girl. I wish I could be strong for you. I wish it more than anything. But I can’t. Me being stuck here is bad enough; you shouldn’t waste your life too, on me…” She swallowed hard and sniffled. “So—so, it’s okay for you to f-find somebody else, just…just please, sometimes, if you c-can, just…hold me, a little?” Tears glinted in the moonlight as they trailed down her face to dampen her pillow.

I saw it, then. A life outside the home I’d always lived in, away from Becks, with a faceless wife and faceless children. Together at the movies, picnics in the park, dinner out. I’d been so focused on Becks and what I thought was best for her, I’d never really pictured a life for myself. And now that I did, now that I really thought about a life away from the one I’d always had…

I wanted no part of it. No part of anything that took me from my home, from Becks, the only family I’d ever need.

Becks had known all along what she wanted, needed, but I hadn’t trusted her. Instead, I’d done everything I could to hurt her, turn her away, when it had always been within my power to make her happy, truly happy. To make us both happy.

Only here, at my absolute lowest point, could I finally accept that there were no perfect options, no standard set of rules that would work for us. Who would it hurt if Becks and I found our own happiness, our own way? No one. By holding back, I was only hurting us, hurting her. And right then and there, I swore to never hurt her again.

Slowly, I crawled to Becks’s bedside, watching for any reaction my closeness might cause. She didn’t move an inch, but her eyes watched me as I climbed up to lay atop the messy sheets, facing her, our bodies inches apart. When I reached over to gently cup her cheek and brush my thumb across her tears, Becks finally reacted with a quiet gasp that parted her lips. For an endless moment I lay there, holding her gaze while softly stroking her skin, until words formed themselves on my tongue.

“Becks, Sweetheart, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here, with you. You make me happy, and you’re more than enough. You’re so, so special. You’re everything. And…and I want to be everything for you, too. If you’ll still have me. If I haven’t ruined it all.”

Her eyes, wide and shimmering, watched me as I closed the small space between us and hesitated, my lips hovering over hers, drawing in her quick puffs of breath. I watched color flood back into her face, waiting for any sign I should stop this.

There, on the precipice, my heart burst free of its cage and pounded with new purpose.

Slowly—oh, so slowly—I touched my lips to hers, applying just enough pressure to lightly pucker against her perfect pink mouth. She kissed me just as softly, with a tenderness I’d never have expected from her. I held the kiss for only a few seconds before pulling back an inch to look into her eyes. There was no fear there, no regret, only wonder and complete adoration. A new tear fell as she watched me, unblinking.

It’d been a small kiss, but it went over the line, the one brothers and sisters didn’t cross. Not when the feelings behind it, the intent, the promise it made meant so much more.

“I’ll do it,” I whispered, stroking her hair. “I’ll be with you, the way you want. The way I’ve wanted too, this whole time. It’s just…nothing will ever mean more to me than you, and I don’t want to screw this up. You’re too important. But if—if you’re sure this is what you want…”

“I’m sure,” she breathed, lightly trailing her fingers along the stubble on my jaw. “You’re what I want, and that’ll never change.”

Becks brought her lips to mine this time, just as featherlight as before, as though this new love between us was a fragile, tenuous thing; like I might freak out and flee at any second. With the way I’d acted, I couldn’t blame her for not trusting me.

Gently, I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her to me, kissing her more firmly. Her lips parted, perhaps in surprise, but I didn’t take advantage and deepen the kiss. It was tempting—her lips were so soft, so full, just begging to be bruised—but now wasn’t the time for that. This was a kiss that told her, I’m sure, and I’m not scared anymore.

As we parted, I pecked the the tip of her nose. Our eyes locked and hers were so full of love, shimmering with happy tears. I embraced her and she moved to lay across me, nudging me onto my back, her cheek resting on my chest. I resumed stroking her long, silky hair, which spread all over me. Feeling her heart beat against me, I listened to her breaths steadily slow until, eventually, all the physical and emotional exhaustion caught up with us.

For the first time, we slept in each others’ embrace.

* * * * * * *

My body woke before I did. Better than any dream, I felt Becks against me, deliciously soft and warm, an angel in my arms.

I’d somehow ended up spooning her during the night, pressed together from top to toes. Her light golden head lay tucked under my chin, our legs intertwined, her feet among my calves. The hem of her shirt lay gathered just below her breasts, my hand pressed against the supple skin of her flat stomach. The firm, cotton-covered curve of her ass was snuggled into my crotch. My morning wood was in its happy place.

Just waking up like this every morning, holding her, would almost be enough. But as I continued to feel her heat and the emotions of the previous night came flooding back, so did the hunger, the need to be impossibly closer, to lay claim and make her mine in every way a man could.

With delicate care, my fingertips traced a light, languid line from Beck’s belly button up her satin stomach, beneath the bunched hem of her shirt, finding the small swell of her breast. The pliant mound molded to my palm as I cupped it, its peak popping between my fingers as I slid them across one by one, the nub stiffening from the friction. To finally touch her this way, to freely caress her as I’d so desperately craved, stirred my very soul.

The pace of Becks’s slow, rhythmic breathing picked up as her ass ground into the stiffness in my sweatpants, a low moan escaping with her exhale. I rubbed my cock back against her cotton-covered crack and nibbled at her ear, tenderly squeezing the tit I held fully in my hand.

With a louder, sharper moan, Becks’s blue eyes fluttered open, her head turning up toward me as I placed a whisper of a kiss upon her cheek. “Good morning, Sweetheart,” I cooed.

“Big Brother,” she breathed, beaming at me. For a moment, her eyes closed again and her head lolled as my hand continued to massage her boob. “What’re you doing,” she whispered in wonder.

“Touching you,” I said. “Loving you, like I’ve been dying to do.” I clamped down on her breast and, gasping, she covered my hand with hers as I rocked against her ass again. “I want you, more than anything ever. I’ll never stop wanting you…”

Slipping my hand from under her shirt, I parted with Becks long enough to roll her onto her back, then climbed on top of her, nestling my body between her legs as she spread them. Her hair was a beautiful mess; her eyes warm with a drowsy kind of lust. I lowered my lips to the crook in her creamy neck and nuzzled, trailing my nose across her skin while leaving little kisses.

“Oh,” she said simply, her body moving under mine, legs writhing, stirring the messy sheets.

Rising back up, I pushed up her shirt to expose one breast, then the other. On her back, the mounds rested in the most subtle swells, their swollen pink nipples erect. Just looking at them made my mouth water. Licking my lips, I lowered myself to them…until Becks stopped me with a gentle palm on my chest. She looked up at me for a long moment, panting, before pulling her shirt back down.

“Wait, I…I need you so much, but first…” She groaned and threw an arm over her face. “H-hold on. God, I think I almost came, just from you touching me.”

“Well then,” I said, smiling, “just give me another minute and I’ll—” Her hand went back to my chest.

“First, I—I wanna show you, prove to you that my feelings’ll never change, that I’ll always be in love with you. Will you…can I ask one more thing? It—it’s kinda crazy, I know, but it’s something I thought about, and…”

“What is it?” I asked, already knowing I’d give it to her. Really, what would I say no to at this point?

“I wanna…I wanna marry you,” she breathed out, before rushing to say more. “Not for real, I know we can’t do that, but real for us. Nothing fancy, just—just something to mark a new start, y’know? I wanna exchange vows and know in my heart that you’re my husband and I’m you’re wife, in all the ways that matter. Can…will you do that?”

To my surprise, it only took a second for me to respond.

“If…if you’re sure, then…yeah.” I gulped. God, we were really doing this, doing it all the way. But what would really change? I already loved Becks completely and—I could admit this now—I desperately desired her physically. We shared a home, a life, and always would. We were partnered, in every way. I just had to get used to acknowledging it. “I’ll marry you. I want to. You’re all I want.”

Becks sniffled and wiped her eyes. “God, Owen, you…” After struggling to find words, she screwed up her face and whimpered, overcome.

“Shhh,” I soothed, gathering Becks in my arms while propping myself on my elbows to keep my weight off her. She buried her face in my shoulder, shaking with silent sobs. “I know,” I said, stroking her hair. “I feel the same way.” This part came so naturally to me. I’d always been her rock. To hold her like that, to comfort her and know I’d provided for her once again—made her feel loved—felt natural, right.

Despite the emotional direction things had taken, my body wasn’t oblivious to hers pressed beneath me; to the feel of Becks in my arms, her bare legs laid alongside my outer thighs. She’d stoked a fire inside me that still roared, flames of desire flickering through every nerve. But in that tender moment, it was enough to savor the silent, unspoken things, knowing that, soon enough, we’d consummate our new love.

* * * * * * *

We formed a plan. Becks wanted to prepare a spot in the house for our wedding, which would involve cleaning and decorating, and she wanted to surprise me. That worked for me, because I had some ideas of my own that’d mean leaving the house for several hours. We agreed to meet back later in the afternoon and sealed it with a quick kiss. It was only a small taste of things to come, because I wanted our wedding kiss to be the first time I really kissed her. Thankfully, it was a Saturday and we had the whole weekend to look forward to.

A little past four o’clock, I pulled my car into the driveway and peeked through the front door. “Becks, I’m back,” I called out.

“Hold on!” she shouted back, from inside her room. I heard the patter of her feet coming closer, so I stepped all the way inside the house and quickly shut the door behind me so it wouldn’t cause Becks any distress. However, she stopped just inside her closed door and spoke through it.

“Hey, Big Brother,” she said, and her voice suddenly sounded timid, shy—which was rare for her and made my heart swell. “Didja get what you needed?”

“Yep! But why are we talking through your door?”

“’Cause it’s unlucky for the groom t’see the bride before the wedding, duh!”

“Ah, that’s right,” I said, chuckling.

“I really wanna see you, though,” she went on. “It feels like it’s been forever since this morning, and I just really, really wanna…” She cleared her throat. “Well, that’ll hafta wait. First, I need t’finish gettin’ ready. Oh, and I left somethin’ for you in your room. Be ready in an hour?”

“Sure, but, uh, where…?”

There was a brief pause before she said, “I—I set everything up in Mama and Daddy’s room. I hope that’s okay.”

I swallowed. Since our parents’ deaths, we’d almost never gone inside their bedroom. I’d stored a few boxes in there because we’d run out of space most everywhere else, but even then I’d hurried in and out, trying not to focus on the things in there, the memories; the sadness I was sure they’d evoke. As far as I knew, Becks hadn’t gone back in there at all.

“Are—are you sure?” I asked.

“I just…I wanna feel close to them today. And—and I’d like for it to be our room from now on. I mean, we can each keep our own rooms for work or whatever, but their bedroom is the biggest one and since we’re kinda takin’ over as the couple of the house, and this is like a big, new start… I dunno, maybe it’s crazy. M’sorry if it bothers you. If you don’t like it, we don’t hafta do it.”

“No, it…it sounds right…” I said slowly, thinking it through. I wouldn’t have considered it if Becks hadn’t brought it up, mostly because I’d have thought it might upset her. But if she was okay with moving in there, then I wanted it, too. I liked how she put it, us taking over as the couple of the house, like the new king and queen of the castle. I wanted her as my queen. And frankly, at this point, what was the harm of one more broken taboo in our house?

“We’ll start a new life in there,” I said, more certain. “I want to. With you.”

There was silence for a moment before I heard a small sniffle from the other side of the door. “See you there in one hour,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

“See you at the alter,” I said.

When I heard her move away from the door several seconds later, I went back to the car and carried some things inside.

Upon leaving the house, my first stop had been a florist. I’d asked for a wedding bouquet and, while the lady there had groused about needing at least a week’s advance notice, she’d offered to do her best with what she had on hand. I thought the result was amazing, a mix of roses and other flowers of various rainbow colors wrapped in white ribbons. The mix of bright hues brought to mind the many versions of Becks I loved: sweet and tender, bold and fiery, pure and passionate.

While that was being put together, I’d driven to the grocery store to buy a wedding cake, or as close to one as I could find. I knew it didn’t have to be grand, given the circumstances, so I looked for something fun, something Becks. They had a small but elegant vanilla-frosted cake in the display case, ready to go. After looking through their catalogue of various decorations, I chose cake toppers from two different kids’ birthday packages to represent the bride and groom: Superman and Supergirl. I figured those two would fit Becks’s geeky, comic-book-loving tastes, plus, it made me smile thinking of how the two superheroes were related. Cousins, not siblings, but I knew Becks would get the joke.

Upon setting the cake on the kitchen table, I noticed an empty Tupperware container in the sink and knew Becks had eaten something. I realized then that I was famished, and found something quick in the fridge to fill up on. Finally, I went upstairs to deal with a problem that’d been on my mind all afternoon, that I had no solution for: what to wear. But as I opened the door to my room, I realized Becks had beaten me to it.

Lying on my bed was a large garment bag next to a clear plastic box containing black dress shoes. As I started to unzip the bag, I thought I knew what I’d find, but the sight of the white dress shirt, black jacket, pants, and bow tie still squeezed my heart. It was Dad’s tuxedo, the one he’d married Mom in. Becks had taken it from their closet and wanted me to wear it.

I dropped onto the bed and took a long, deep breath, continuing to stare at the tux. For the first time in a while, it hit me how much I wished Dad were there. But then, if he were—if things had gone differently—the life I’d built with Becks would be something else entirely, unrecognizable.

I’d never have traded my parents for anything, and would’ve given everything to have them back, but it hit me then how much I loved the life I had. It’d been too easy over the years to think of our story as a tragedy, but it wasn’t. A little sad maybe, kind of twisted, and far from normal. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t still think about how the choices I was making would be viewed by other people if they knew. But I’d decided it didn’t matter, so long as Becks was happy. And me, too. I also deserved happiness.

With one last sigh, I brushed my fingertips along the sleeve of Dad’s jacket, gave it a pat, and left the room. I had one more task to complete before I joined Becks in the master bedroom at the top of the hour: get cleaned up.

First, I manscaped. I generally kept myself pretty tidy, even though no one could appreciate it except me. But knowing that Becks would soon see and touch every part of me, I wanted to be at my absolute best. I propped a leg up on the bathroom counter, used a handheld mirror, and left no crease or crevice untouched. Once my pubes were nice and neat and my balls were as smooth as a baby’s bottom, I hopped in the shower, lathered up, shampooed, rinsed, then did it all a second time for good measure. I brushed my teeth, gargled mouthwash, shaved, and put every last strand of hair perfectly in place.

Finally, I went back to my room, pulled on my softest form-fitting boxer briefs, and dressed in Dad’s tux. It wasn’t a perfect fit—Dad hadn’t been quite as tall as my slender six-foot-two—but the sleeves and pants legs were only about an inch short on me. The bow tie took some work, but after watching and rewatching a short YouTube tutorial, I had it looking good enough.

There were just three minutes left before I was to meet Becks “at the alter.” I sat at my desk and watched the clock on my open laptop, surprised at all the butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t sure why I was suddenly so nervous. I mean, after making peace with incest, what else was there to worry about? This wouldn’t be my first time having sex, either, although it’d been six long years since I’d fooled around with my first and only girlfriend. But this was Becks, my whole reason for living, who I loved so much that it hurt sometimes trying to contain the enormity of everything I felt. Now I wouldn’t have to contain it. From the moment I joined her in our parents’ room, neither of us would hold anything back ever again.

Thinking of crossing lines, I reached into my jacket pocket and felt the chain of condom packs I’d put in there. I’d bought a box alongside the cake at the grocery store. They were tangible proof that I planned to put my dick in my sister’s pussy.

The time ticked over to the top of the hour and I stood, took the bouquet from my dresser, and walked out. I almost never went past the top of the staircase, but I did this time, following the hall to a closed door a short way away. Stopping in front of it, I raised my hand to knock but stopped when Becks’s soft voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

After straightening my jacket, I turned the doorknob and eased the door open.

The room was dim, lit by flickering candles set around the furniture and late-afternoon sunlight that glowed through the closed curtains of two large windows. My eyes swept from the wooden bookshelves beside the door to a matching nightstand beside a king-size bed, which was adorned with a midnight blue comforter and a row of fluffy white pillows propped against a mahogany headboard. The room was the site of countless childhood memories, but I’d never seen it like this.

And then I couldn’t see anything else, because my eyes found her.

Becks faced me from where she stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes raking over me in Dad’s tux. A large veil cascaded from atop her head, draping down her body to just brush the carpet at her feet. It wrapped around her like a cocoon, a delicate whisper of fabric lending a gossamer sheen to everything it touched. She wore the veil…

…and nothing else.

My gaze soaked in the sight of her, from her bare collarbones to her pert nipples pushing against the veil, down the flat plane of her stomach to an entirely bare little slit, down slender legs to pretty pink toes. It was the first time I’d seen her fully naked since she was a little kid, splashing in the bath.

“You look amazing,” she said in a breathy voice, still ogling me while I ogled her.

“Me? If the whole world could see us right now, not a single person would even know I was in the room.”

Becks blushed and gave a shy shrug. “This was the only part of Mama’s wedding dress that’d fit. Her gown bunched up on the floor and just fell right off me, so I figured, well…you wouldn’t mind this.”

Mind? Mind?! No, I didn’t mind. Except that we had a wedding to perform, some vows to exchange at least, and now all I wanted to do was seize Becks and take her, in every way, without stopping until the fiery beast in my chest had set the entire room ablaze and burned it all down.

My eyes were drawn again and again to her perfect little pussy, its pink petals peeking out into her thigh gap. I’d expected a sexy blond bush, but I couldn’t imagine a hotter sight than the one before me.

Becks seemed a little nervous, and I guessed that her insecurities about her lithe little body might’ve been the reason as she showed herself to me fully for the first time. But if my slack jaw and wandering eyes weren’t proof enough that I found her breathtakingly beautiful, the huge tent in my pants should’ve satisfied her.

A giggle finally brought my eyes back to hers, which were smiling as she spoke.

“I also thought, in case ya got cold feet, this might stop you from runnin’ for the hills.”

“I’m not running anywhere,” I said. “Never. I’ll always be with you.”

Despite having already shown me everything through the sheen of the veil, Becks blushed at my words. Her eyes flicked to the bouquet for the first time, reminding me that I held it.

“Oh, this is for you,” I said, striding over to hand her the flowers. The glorious smile that grew when Becks took them made the bouquet the best idea I’d ever had.

“Owen,” she whispered. “What’d you do? I can’t believe this…” Pulling the bouquet to her chest and posing, she added, “It’s like I’m a real bride.”

I doubted that any bride ever could’ve compared to what I was seeing. Becks offered me a hand and I took it, gently squeezed, and rubbed my thumb across her fingers. This close, I began to feel lightheaded as all my blood seemed to go to my groin. Becks had to tilt her head all the way back to look up at me with those big blue eyes, her cornsilk hair falling down her back, almost to her bare butt.

After staring into my eyes and stirring my lust for a long, luscious moment, Becks looked to the side. I followed her gaze to find a large, ornate picture frame standing on the dresser along the wall beside us, opposite the foot of the bed.

She’d set up our parents’ wedding photo. It was a shock to see Mom and Dad there unexpectedly; the kind of surprise that normally tugged at an old ache. This time though, I saw only their smiles, their eyes adoring each other. Together and so in love on their happy day.

“I wanted to feel like they were here somehow,” Becks said. “I don’t know what they would’ve thought about this… I mean, I probably do, but I…I’d like to think they might understand, if they knew everything. If they really thought about it. They’d want us to be happy, right? And—and cared for? Loved? Isn’t that what parents really want for their kids? Well, I’d like to think so, anyway, and—and believe they’re happy for us somewhere, somehow.”

Would they be? It was hard for me to believe, and the last gulp of guilt churned a little in my stomach. I didn’t want to think of what Mom and Dad might say if they were here, what they might do to stop this. But they weren’t here, and they never would be. Becks was here. I was here. We’d find happiness our own way.

Becks and I turned to look at each other again, and she took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking in a tender, tremulous voice.

“Owen…you are everything to me. You make me so crazy happy, even if you can be a real dummy-dum-dum sometimes. I love you as my big brother, as my best friend, and I’ll love you even more as my husband. You’re the only guy I’ll ever love, ever touch, ever turn to for anything. And I’m all yours: my heart, my body, my everything. I’ll never stop wanting you.”

Her eyes shimmered as she stared up at me adoringly, and my eyes became watery, too.

“God, Becks, I…I don’t know what’s right for everyone else, for the world. Or what Mom and Dad would’ve wanted. But I just…I think I know now what’s right for us. And in here, in our own little world, what we do, how we live, how we love…it only matters to us. Nobody else, just us.

“And as crazy as you can be sometimes, and as crazy as you make me, I’ll never stop being crazy about you. Nobody out there—no other girl I’ve ever met—has made me feel anything like the way you make me feel. I love you—as your brother, and now, your husband.

“I’m gonna get us rings and wear mine everywhere I go, so that even if I can’t tell people everything about us—even if they wouldn’t understand—they’ll know I found my perfect person, that I committed myself to someone for the rest of my life. I want the world to know I have a wife, because she’s the most loving, funny, and oh-my-God sexy girl I’ll ever know. I love you, Becks. With all my heart.”

Becks had to wipe both eyes several times before she could go on, careful not to smear some light mascara she wore.

“Wow…that was…a lot more than I said.” Becks gave a wet giggle. “I can’t believe how lucky I am that you feel like that. I just…I can’t believe it. But you got one thing wrong: you won’t need t’get us rings.”

Reaching over to the dresser, Becks set down her bouquet and unfolded a white handkerchief that lay next to our parents’ picture. Inside were…

“Mama’s and Daddy’s rings,” she said. “I found ’em while going through their things.” She took the wider gold band for herself and placed the other ring in my palm. On its surface, a diamond glittered in the candlelight, set among smaller stones. Becks held out her left hand and, grinning, wiggled her fingers at me.

Beaming back at her, I took Becks’s hand and gently slid our mother’s ring onto her finger. It fit a little loose, but that could be fixed later. The only things that sparkled more than the diamond were Becks’s eyes.

Next, she reached for my hand and I gave it to her. Dad’s ring was a bit tight on my finger, and she had to wiggle it all the way on. Once it was set, Becks sniffled and carefully wiped her eyes again before looking back up at me and continuing.

“I guess all that’s left t’say is…you may kiss the bride.”

This was the moment. After it, we wouldn’t be just brother and sister anymore. A shiver ran through me, not from fear or uncertainty, but from excitement. I wanted this and wouldn’t hesitate; I was done holding back. My hands gently cupped Becks’s warm cheeks and I bent over, tilting my head as I came closer, her eyes sliding shut a breath before my mouth shaped around hers.

At last, I fully felt her plump, heart-shaped lips. I puckered over her upper lip first, then her lower one, giving it a subtle suck before gliding the tip of my tongue across it. Her mouth parted slightly and I swallowed her sigh of pleasure, dipping my tongue inside to find hers hot and waiting. They slithered together and I drank in her taste, sugary sweet, melting in my mouth like ice cream. Becks was a little awkward and overeager, hinting at her inexperience, but it only made me want her more. I was her first kiss, and the only man who’d ever be lucky enough to kiss her.

When both my lungs and libido were at their limit, I parted with a final, slick smack against her lips and straightened up. Becks’s eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at me, unfocused, her shining mouth stretching into a wide grin.

“I’ve dreamed about how amazing my first real kiss would be…but that was a million times better.”

“It was amazing for me, too…Wife.”

Her eyes grew at the magical word, the new title she’d own for the rest of our lives. She beamed impossibly brighter before her smile turned sly.

“Y’know, I’ve thought a lot about what my second real kiss will be like, too…”

Without breaking eye contact, Becks lowered to her knees, her veil bunching on the carpet. Due to excitement, inexperience, or both, her hands fumbled with my belt buckle, failing to pull the prong from its hole before finally popping it free with a nervous giggle. With the belt hanging open, she found the hook at my fly and unfastened it, then pulled down the zipper. Meeting my eyes again, Becks grabbed my pants and tugged them down to my ankles. I’d been unbuttoning my shirt and finished, letting it fall open.

For a moment, Becks gazed at the erection shaping the front of my boxer briefs, the object of her most carnal desires just inches away. Then, placing her hands on my bare thighs, she leaned in and snuggled her face into my bulge, rubbing her cheek up and down its length, nuzzling her nose into my balls. She breathed in deep and I was glad I’d just come fresh from the shower.

“Mmm,” she moaned, dreamily. “This is my favorite smell. Just a whiff makes my mouth start t’water. Other parts, too.”

I chuckled. “You say that like you’ve smelled it before.”

Becks’s face cuddled my covered boner while she looked up at me with a guilty grin.

“Now, you can’t get mad ’cause we’re married now, but I may’ve, um, borrowed your used underwear a little. Or a lot.”

“Ew, Becks,” I said, smiling despite a groan. “My dirty underwear? I probably sweat in those!”

“They don’t smell like you after you wash ’em! And I like the smell. It’s, like, a thousand percent you. All those times you did my laundry, you never sniffed my panties?” Her bottom lip jutted out, like she was a little hurt that I’d never been driven to do so.

“I was trying really hard to be good.”

“Well, from now on, I want ya to be bad, ’kay?” To punctuate her point, she gave a little growl and lightly clamped her teeth along my shaft, which was so fucking hot my heart just about stopped. Letting go, she said, “Now, I get ta unwrap m’weddin’ present…”

Slipping her fingers into the elastic band of my briefs, Becks slowly pulled them down, as though savoring the moment. The head of my dick popped out, followed by the shaft, inch by inch. I’d never measured myself—because why would I care, when there’d been nobody to see my cock anyway?—but it looked ginormous next to Becks’s small head, and even bigger when she held it in her dainty hand.

“Hubba-hubba,” she said, looking up and down my length. “I mean, I saw it in the shower, but wowzers, Big Brother. What’d I call it before, a good-lookin’ ding-a-ling?” To my dick, she said, “Pweaze forgive me, big guy! You’re no ding-a-ling, you’re a monster cock!” Giggling, she lightly slapped my meat across her face, turning her head left and right to repeatedly pat herself from all angles. “Lemme have it, MC! I accept my punishment!”

I chuckled at first, but the sight of my dick splashed across Becks’s pretty face sobered me up quick, as every molecule in my body suddenly shouted GO TIME. My cock head struck a spot just below Becks’s eye and left a drop there, trailing a thin strand of pre-cum as she flapped my dick away. A low grunt rasped from my throat and caught Becks’s attention. Whatever look I gave made her swallow.

Holding my dick still before her, Becks looked at it and said, “Time for my second-ever real kiss.” She leaned forward slowly, her lips pressing together into a perfect pink pucker that oh-so-tenderly touched the head of my dick. The sight of it, the feel, the reality that it was really happening struck like lighting from the touch, arcing all through my body.

But Becks didn’t stop there.

Continuing on in one smooth motion, her lips parted more and more, first swallowing the head, then taking me deeper, until she slid half my length into her hot, wet mouth. Maybe she could’ve taken even more, but I grasped her head with my hands and stopped her.

“W-wait,” I said with a gasp. Her pupils raised to look up at me.

“Hm hm hm-mm?” she hummed around my dick, a question in her tone. The vibration sent shivers straight to my balls.

“Oh f-f-f…” It’s a miracle I didn’t blow my load down her throat, especially with her eyes locked on mine and her mouth stretched wide around my cock. The sight shot straight to the top of my fast-growing list of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. Some brotherly part of me felt an odd twinge of protectiveness, was ready to go to war with any man who’d use her mouth for his pleasure like this, even though I was the guy doing it. But the rest of me roared in triumph, reveled in the sweet perversion of plucking this most forbidden fruit.

“S-sorry,” I said, closing my eyes and regaining some control. “It just feels too good and we haven’t even really gotten started yet…” Becks slowly slid me out of her mouth and I had to clench against the new friction, shuddering when the head pulled through her pucker with an audible pop.

“Really?” she said, grinning up at me like the cat who at the canary. “My mouth felt that good?”

“So good,” I said, breathless. “So fucking good.”

“Yay! Y’know, I practiced this a lot on my dildo, so I could make it good for you. I bet I could get even more in my mouth.”

“God, Becks—I don’t know how I can last with just that much.”

She giggled, delighted, then stretched out her tongue and touched my shaft, which put my balls back on high alert.

“Ngh… Becks, are you trying to kill me?”

“C’mon, I wanna see you cum!” she said, giggling again. “Lemme see it!” Now she licked me up and down, leaving a trail of saliva and making wet little sounds. I held her head and moved my dick back a bit, and she made a joke of straining against my hold and wiggling her tongue, trying to reach me.

“Just give me a second to cool down, geez!”

“Aw,” she pouted, “don’t you wanna cum for your widdle-bitty sister?”

“Shit!” My orgasm came bursting up, and I clamped my hand around the base of my cock, desperately trying to cut it off. Becks fell silent, probably watching me as I clenched my eyes shut, trying to block out anything sexy that would push me over the edge. Thankfully, I’d acted fast enough. After a few seconds, the pressure receded and I took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, I found Becks watching me with a slack jaw.

“You liked that, didn’t ya? What I said? Omigod! You went on and on forever about how brothers and sisters can’t have sex, but it totally turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“I-I just really like you, and what you were doing…”

“Yeah? So, you wouldn’t think it was sexy at all if I said, like, I want my big brother to fuck my bald little sister pussy and pump it full of his cum?”

My dick jumped and I grabbed it again, groaning, bracing for another near-miss.

“You big ol’ fibber-nibber!” Becks said. “I bet you’ve been spankin’ it to brother-sister stuff, just like me! An’ if that gets you off, y’better watch out, ’cause I love dirty talk; it makes me so fucking wet.”

“Okay, my turn,” I said. Becks gave a little squeal as I lifted her by her armpits and pushed her onto the bed. I was so unbelievably horny, I knew that I had more than one round in me, but I wanted each to last as long as possible. The only way that was going to happen was if I took control.

For a second, I was dumbstruck by the sight of Becks splayed before me, bare and beautiful, her waist-length, light blond hair fanned across a bed of midnight blue. The veil had come loose from her head but lay beneath her body in a shimmering gossamer wave. She looked utterly submissive, completely vulnerable. My chest swelled with the sweet surge of power that came with the precious control she’d entrusted to me. We locked eyes as I pulled off my open shirt, shoes and socks, and stepped out the pants and underwear that’d been taken to my ankles. I was fully naked now too, and Becks’s darkening eyes drank in the whole of me.

Joining her on the bed, I crawled up her body until we were eye to eye. She reached for my chest and trailed her fingertips across my skin, leaving goosebumps where she touched.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and she sounded so sincere, a warmth flooded through me. It felt good to know my body pleased her.

“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” I said, and lowered my lips to hers. This time her tongue was waiting for me, slipping into my mouth instantly. It went deep, so I gave it a little suck before lavishing her upper and lower lips in turn, all while exploring her mouth with slick, slithering movements. The kissing got wetter until every peck was a slippery smack, her sweet flavor in my mouth as much as hers.

Leaving her lips, I brushed kisses across her flushed cheek and nibbled her ear before puckering on her pulse point, then slid my tongue the length of her neck. Becks wrapped her arms around my back and drew in a deep breath, then, as I continued licking, she exhaled in a long ahhhhh. After every few kisses I stopped to gently suck a little, then covered the spot with several soft pecks. Selfishly, I wanted to see little love bites bloom on her, a visible reminder that she was mine. I was sure she’d enjoy it, too.

Finally, I moved my mouth to where I’d wanted it to be ever since I’d seen Becks topless, to those perfect little handfuls. My nose brushed the subtle swell of one breast and I nuzzled into it, exploring the exquisite softness of its ivory skin. I brushed my lips across its pert nipple, causing Becks’s breath to hitch. Her legs writhed beneath me as she moved her hands to my head, threading her fingers in my hair and holding me to her.

Forcing myself to go slow, I took a long, languid lick around her areolae, its skin so deliciously tender, before giving its firm center a flick with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, F-Fudgesicle,” Becks said, moaning at the contact and gripping my hair tighter.

Opening wide, I carefully took her tit’s entire mass into my mouth, sucking a little before breaking the seal with a light pop of my lips and letting her boob wobble back into place on her chest.

“God, your tits are so fucking sexy,” I whispered, placing wet pecks all over the one at my mouth. “I know you always said you wanted bigger boobs, but these are perfect; they make me so hot…”

“Suck on ’em, then,” she whispered back. “Suck my itty-bitty titties.”

Becks didn’t have to tell me twice. My tongue swirled around her nipple as I slipped my lips around it and sucked for a second, then lapped at it from every direction, feeling the slick nub curve under my caresses before popping up again. Becks drew a deep breath, arching her back off the bed, pushing her breast harder against my mouth.

I took her other tit in my hand, softly massaging it, flicking my thumb over its tip while my mouth stayed where it was. With my lips sealed around both her nipple and areola, I gently sucked on them, over and over, sliding my tongue across them as I did so.

It began to feel a bit odd, sucking her this way. Between us, I’d always been the caretaker, the nurturer, watching Becks grow from a girl into a young woman. But this kind of suckling carried a curious kind of maternal comfort, touching something deep inside. The feeling increased as Becks stroked my hair, holding me to her. I supposed that, from their mothers to their lovers, boys forever held a magical, multifaceted fascination with breasts.

“I could suck these all day,” I said between slurps. “For hours and hours…”

“They’re yours, whenever you want,” Becks said, caressing my head. “You don’t even hafta ask.”

I really could’ve enjoyed her boobs all day, but there was something else I wanted in my mouth even more. With a last little puckered peck on her nipple, I slid down her body, gliding my cheek across the satin skin of her stomach, getting drunk on her vanilla scent, until I gently pushed apart her thighs and came face-to-face with her pussy.

I’d just sucked her tit and savored her tongue, but as I lay between Becks’s legs, enraptured by her glistening pink slit, a fire blazed deep inside unlike anything I’d ever felt. This was Becks’s pussy. My sister’s pussy. My wife’s pussy.

MY pussy.

Tiny goosebumps pebbled the surrounding flesh as I breathed in her scent, a mild musk with a hint of sweetness, unexpectedly reminding me of the gingerbread cookies our mom used to make. Honey flowed from her shining folds down into her butt crack, the entire area slick with her arousal, a damp pool on the bed beneath her mound. My mouth watered.

“Geez, d’you really hafta stare?” I glanced up to see Becks covering her face with both hands, peeking down at me between her fingers. After she’d come on to me so strong for so long, I couldn’t get enough of her cute-and-shy side.

“It’s just so…beautiful,” I said, reverently. Her hands slid away, revealing a tentative smile that grew brighter.

“Hee-hee, I thought you’d like it. Most porno girls are totally hairless, so I was afraid you’d be grossed out by a big ol’ fur burger. I guess guys like our lady parts to look like a little girl’s. Pervos.”

“It’s just so smooth. I’d like to see what your little blond bush looks like too, though.”

“Well,” she said, with an exaggerated sigh, “if you really like lookin’ at it, go ahead an’ get an eyeful.”

Reaching down, Becks’s fingertips spread open her petite petals, revealing more of her fragile flesh. Still, her slit was so small that her hole remained hidden, teasing me with how tight it would surely feel once I went inside.

“Fuuuck meee,” Becks said in a low voice, repeatedly pushing her pussy lips open and closed as though it was speaking.

“Why is its voice so deep?” I asked, laughing. “Isn’t it, like, the most girly part of you?”

“Oh, good point!” With as high a voice she could reach, Beck’s fingers made her twat talk again, saying, “Hey, there, mister! It’s lookin’ kinda cold out there, why don’t ya cum inside?”

Without warning, I leaned in and gave her labia a little lick.

“Ah!” she said sharply, her head falling back at my tiny touch. Next, I darted in to lightly suck her opposite fold between my lips, kissing it upon release. Her stomach visibly quivered as her hands flew to my head. “Oh, w-w-WOW…”

Despite all the porn and sex toys, it was clear Becks had never been touched by someone. This was all new for her, and her body was already keyed up, ready for release…

I dove in with my full face, frenzied, lapping and sucking like there was no tomorrow.

“EEEEEEE!!” Becks shrieked, bucking her hips. “SHIT! FUCK! SHITFUCK!”

Her hands alternated between clutching at sheets and smacking the bed. She drew up her legs into a raised, arched position, and I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her to me. My technique was rusty but my enthusiasm paid off as she squirmed and squealed in pleasure, her slit soaking my face in sex juice.

In no time, her writhing turned to trembling and Becks bucked off the bed like she was possessed.

“NnngggaaaAAAHHHHH…!!!”

With a last, shuddering breath, Becks collapsed, her spasming thighs squeezed around my head. It was the first orgasm I’d ever given her…and I wasn’t done yet.

“Okay, that’s—that’s enough,” she said, breathing heavily. “I n-need a break… Owen, I n-need a…I need a breeeEEEAAAK!!”

Without slowing one bit, I found her sensitive little nub and fluttered over it, causing her to claw at the comforter. Pushing with her legs, Becks began to crawl across the bed but I moved with her, keeping my hold on her thighs while she gasped, chest heaving, shouting out shapeless sounds. Flailing, she shoved away and fell partly off the bed, dangling from her waist as I anchored her up top.

I showed no mercy, clamping my open mouth over her cunt to thrust my tongue inside and furiously French her fuck hole. Her thighs squeezed around my head again. I thought of slipping two fingers in but didn’t; I wanted my first time inside her to be with my cock.

“D…d…d-don’t stop,” Becks begged, from somewhere over the edge of the bed. My tongue was a tornado, lashing at her labia, licking along her slit, lapping up her flavor. I’d tasted it first on the lollipop she’d put in her pussy, so that’s how it tasted to me now, like a lollipop. Becks began to slide farther off the bed as her wild bucking shook the sheets loose, but I held tightly to her, knowing she was so close to cumming again.

“Don’t stop don’t stop DON’T STOP!” Her body began to quake, her legs tightening around my head, smothering me in her snatch as she went quiet. For a long moment, the only noises were the wet, sloppy sounds my mouth made against her pussy meat, then a long, low moan was ripped from deep within her throat, rippling through her shuddering body.

More than anything, I’d always loved making Becks feel good, knowing that with every smile or laugh, I’d caused the sparkle in her eyes. But this— watching her tremble, overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure I’d given her—this was everything.

While little spasms lingered along Becks’s limbs, I gave a light kiss to the inside of her thigh, crawled up from between her legs, and pulled her all the way back onto the bed. With more gentle maneuvering, I lay on my back and brought her half on top of me, her head resting on my chest. One of her legs crossed mine, her soaked slit deliciously squished against my thigh. For a minute, I just stroked her silky hair while her breathing slowed back to normal. Becks tilted her head up to watch me with adoring eyes.

Then, finding her strength again, she inched up my body to place a long, languid kiss upon my lips. This was made even hotter because my entire mouth, tongue, chin, and cheeks were slathered in her pussy juice. I depended the kiss to feed Becks more of her own nectar, and she didn’t shy away. In fact, when we broke the kiss, I just about died when her tongue glided all around my mouth and chin, lapping and slurping, cleaning her cream from my face.

“Hm,” she said, pulling back to smack her lips. “I don’t taste too bad.”

“You taste wonderful. You’re my new favorite thing to eat.”

With a delighted giggle, Becks nestled back into my chest.

“Wooow,” she said, the word a contented sigh. “Just…wow. That’s all I’ve got; you took the words right outta me. What’d you do to m’brain? Like, what year are we even on?”

“Better than when you do it alone?”

“Psh! You haven’t even put it in me yet and I’m already spoiled. Poor Mr. Purple Pussy Eater just ain’t gonna do it for me anymore. M’gonna have ta let him down easy.”

I laughed. “Your purple vibrator?”

She nodded against my chest. “He tried his best, but he’s no Big Brother. I mean, there’s an orgasm and then there’s an orgasm. I think you just gave my orgasm an orgasm.”

I chuckled and squeezed her closer, my chest swollen with pride, basking in her love. Trailing my fingertips slowly up and down the skin of her back, I indulged in this new kind of closeness, this extra level of love brought about by such profound intimacy. This incredible amount of sexual chemistry would be amazing on its own, but when paired with the history and deep affection we’d always shared, it was profound, life-changing.

My eyes drifted around the dim room and I realized Becks had done more to decorate than I’d thought. In addition to our parents’ wedding photo, she’d propped up framed pictures all around. Some of them I knew had been placed in the room already, but she’d added more from some boxes and arranged them so that a photo could be seen in every direction.

In one, my eight-year-old self built a mini, misshapen snowman with a two-year-old Becks, both of us bundled in puffy little winter coats, boots, and mittens. I was helping Becks stick in the snowman’s carrot nose, her cute little face creased in concentration.

In another, I was eleven, giving a five-year-old Becks a piggyback ride in the lake our parents took us to every summer. Her arms were wrapped tight around my neck, still wearing her little floaties. She loved the water but hadn’t yet learned to swim, so I’d ferry her around until my arms and legs wore out.

The most recent photo was from the start of the school year we were in when Mom and Dad died. At seventeen I was tall and gangly, and Becks appeared much younger than her age at eleven. We dutifully stood side by side, smiling for Mom’s camera while she gushed over us, as she’d done on the first day of school every year.

And I supposed we’d now added new pictures—mental ones, at least—that continued to chronicle our story together. Our first kiss as man and wife. Becks’s mouth stretched around my member. Her cumming hard on my face. Is it weird that I considered those images to be as wholesome as the rest? They all showed our love in various forms, and nothing about what we were doing felt dirty. Well, not dirty in a bad way—y’know, something to be ashamed of. I couldn’t believe how good it all felt, physically and—hell, I’ll say it—spiritually. Like loving her this way took me to some higher plane of existence.

“I really put my tongue in your pussy, didn’t I?” I said, struck by the wonder of it. Would I ever get used to this new stage of our relationship? “Like, that just happened? It wasn’t a wet dream or something?”

“You put it way up there,” Becks said with a giggle. “I was so sensitive after the first Big O, I thought I was gonna die. But then I realized where your tongue was an’ got so fucking hot…”

Her fingertips slid up my thigh until her hand wrapped around the base of my hard cock.

“But y’know what I want even more?” she whispered. “More than anything ever in my whole life?” Her little hand slid up my dick and down again, pumping it slowly, softly. “My big brother’s beef stick stuffed inside my teensy-weensy sister pussy.”

Her words threw gasoline on a simmering fire, engulfing me in a blaze of horny heat. I’d enjoyed exploring her body and luxuriating in every inch of her, but it was time. I was going to fuck Becks.

“Just a second,” I mumbled, nearly overcome by the moment. I moved to the side of the bed where my jacket lay on the floor and pulled the string of condoms from its pocket. While I did so, Becks gathered the gossamer veil and lowered it to the carpet on the other side, then lay on her back in the middle of the bed. She spread her legs and I moved between them, where I then sat on my knees while I tore a pack off the row of condoms. Suddenly, the pack was pulled from my fingers.

“Yoink!” Becks said, flinging it away. She snatched the string of remaining packs and tossed them, too. “For our first time, I wanna feel you—just you. Okay?”

I stared into her beseeching blue eyes for only a second before nodding. My rational brain knew it would still be possible for Becks to get pregnant from pre-cum even if I pulled out, but the risk was low enough that it was easily shoved aside by my overwhelming urge to fuck her raw, to feel her and only her wrapped around me. The moment she’d asked for it, any chance of me doing the more responsible thing had been thrown out the window.

My hand actually shook a little as I took my dick and lined it up at her entrance. My heart was going wild. The beast inside urged me on, perched and ready to pounce.

Becks gasped when my cock head kissed her pussy lips, just the very tip poking inside. She’d never looked more vulnerable, more exquisitely fragile than she did then, beneath me. I’d never forget how she watched me with excitement and a little fear—like she was about to drop on a roller coaster. Above all, her eyes shone with love and awe.

“I wanted to do this here,” she said, “on the same bed where Mama and Daddy made you and me.”

My eyes shut while a groan rumbled in my throat. Good God, her incestuous dirty talk was so wrong but it got me so hot, especially when she spoke with such innocent sincerity.

“Look at me,” Becks whispered, and I did. “That’s your little sister’s pussy you’re about to go inside. Your sister-wife’s pussy.”

“I love you,” I said, my words barely more than a breath.

“More than anything,” she replied.

So, so gently, I leaned in and slowly eased inside, her hole swallowing my cock head. Both of us held our breath as I pushed on; in the silence, I could hear little wet noises from the friction inside her soaked canal. Becks was so crazy wet, I slid right in—until I didn’t. She sucked in air and I could see her stomach clench as my dick stuck in place.

“Wait, hold on,” Becks whispered, clutching my arms on either side of her. I froze only a quarter of the way inside her, but even without friction, the feeling was almost too much. “Okay,” she said, “keep going, but…slow.”

I resumed, moving even more cautiously than before, carefully applying more pressure to push deeper inside. Her grip tightened on my arms and I paused again until it lessened. Once I was a little over halfway in, I stopped until she opened her eyes.

“You’re so much bigger than my toys,” Becks said, with a nervous giggle that contracted her gut and gripped my dick even tighter. “I promised I’d keep it tight for ya, but maybe I kept it a little too tight.”

“Hey, don’t think about it,” I whispered, sensing that her whole body had tensed up. “Try to relax, okay? It’s me; I’m not going to hurt you.” I brushed my thumb across her cheek, bringing her eyes back to mine. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this; how good you feel. We’re joined, Becks. I’m inside you…”

Bracing myself on one hand, I stroked her breast with the other, then her neck—slow, loving caresses repeated over and over. Her eyes fell closed; her lips parted and exhaled a soft breath as her body loosened.

The grip around my dick loosened a little too, grew even slicker. In one motion I slid partway out of her before slipping forward again and pushing on. Becks’s exhale turned into a deep inhale, her fingernails digging into my arms as I penetrated her. Slowly, I stretched her out, shaping her insides to my dick, making her pussy mine and only mine. I didn’t stop until I was balls deep, with her sodden folds smushed against me.

“Ohhh myyy Goddd,” Becks moaned, her head thrown back. “I feel so fucking full…and warm…you’re so warm…”

I stared at where our bodies joined, mesmerized. How had I fit all the way inside her small body? Looking at her flat stomach, I tried to imagine how far up it my dick went. When I tore my gaze away to lock eyes with Becks, I felt a jolt of fear.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, preparing to pull out of her. Tears had pooled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong!” she said, holding my arms to pin me in place. “I’m just really happy!”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! If you stop I’m gonna kill you.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes, but I believed her broad smile.

Matching that smile, I pulled halfway out then eased all the way back in, bumping our groins back together. Becks shut her eyes tight as though bracing herself, but eased them back open as I continued to move, one measured thrust melting into the next.

Sex with my first girlfriend had been nothing like this. True, I’d used condoms then, so the sensations now were stronger. But everything was so much better because it was with Becks. I’d really liked my girlfriend, but I loved Becks with my whole heart. Every miniature movement inside her was pure bliss, like her innermost private parts were kissing and hugging my every nerve ending at once. I couldn’t imagine a better heaven.

We locked eyes and I drowned in Becks’s big, blue orbs. How many things had I seen in them throughout her life? Joy. Sorrow. Mischief. Love. Now they fluttered in pleasure as I filled her again and again.

“Tell me I’m better than your old girlfriend,” she said, her words carried atop heavy breaths.

“Nothing compares to you,” I said, panting as I pumped into her at a steady pace.

“Tell me I’m prettier than that girl at work…”

“Nobody will ever be prettier to me than you.”

With a sigh of pleasure, Becks’s eyelids drooped and her jaw slackened, her head and body rocking to the rhythm of my thrusts.

“It feels even warmer now,” she whispered. “It’s so good, Big Brother. You feel so good…”

“You’re mine now,” I said, picking up speed as love gave way to lust.

“I was always yours…”

My thrusts became harder, desperate as animal instinct took over. For the first time, my groin smacked against hers when I bottomed out inside her.

“Uhn,” Becks moaned, a sound of pleasure that emboldened me.

Smack

Smack

Smack

“God, I’m already about to cum,” I said along a loud groan.

“Do it, cum for me…”

The ecstasy was too mind-numbingly good to let go of so soon; I wanted to revel in it forever. When I felt the first little jolt that signaled impending orgasm, I jerked out of Becks and gripped my dick just under its head, squeezing tight to keep from cumming. Becks raised her head to watch as I grunted in pained pleasure, pinching hard to hold back what felt like a firehose of jizz. One rope spurt through and arced onto Becks’s belly, but I managed to hold off the rest, my head dizzy as the rapturous wave receded.

“Aw, why didn’t you cum?”

“I will, don’t worry. I just want to keep enjoying this as long as I can.”

“Well, waste not, want not.” Becks reached down to scoop up the trail of semen onto her finger. Raising it to her lips, she took a tentative taste with the tip of her tongue before eagerly sucking it clean. “Yum,” she said, rolling her eyes back into her head. “I think that’s my new favorite drink. SunnyD can fuck right off.”

Staring, all I could say was, “Holy shit.” Her smile stretched wide as she took in my slack jaw and lust-filled eyes.

“Scoot to the end of the bed,” she said.

“Huh?”

“G’wan, scoot that sexy butty-butt.”

Shaking some sense back into my head, I moved to the foot of the bed and sat there, putting my feet on the carpet. “Like this?”

“Yeah, you got it.”

Becks rolled off the far side of the bed and paused to give me bedroom eyes before slinking around to meet me. Just watching her walk was a huge turn on. Everything moved in a way that called out to my cock, from her jiggling little tits and swaying, slender hips to the way her long, light-blond hair bounced against her alabaster skin.

When Becks reached me, she stood between my knees and faced away, tossing me a wink over her shoulder. Then, she climbed backwards into my lap, pulling her feet up onto the bed so she could squat directly over my dick. Bent over with her palms braced against the bed on either side of my thighs, she perched there and moved her ass around until her pussy found my penis and parked right on the tip.

“Let’s play Truth or Dare—but, like, just Dare,” Becks said. “I’ll say a line, then dare you t’say what I tell you. I’ll start.” When she spoke again, her voice rose higher—sounding even more girlish than her usual bubbly, bell-like tone.

“Oh! You can’t come in here, Big Brother—I’m tryin’ on lingerie! Wait—what’s that pokin’ inta me? Now, you say, ‘I saw you teasin’ me with those slutty shorts at dinner. Don’t pretend you don’t want this dick.’”

I chuckled at the cheesy line. “Becks, I don’t know if—”

“Good boys get treats,” she said, wiggling her ass.

“I saw you teasing me with those slutty shorts at dinner,” I repeated. “Don’t pretend you don’t, uh, want this dick.”

Becks eased her pussy down onto my cock and didn’t stop until her ass was in my lap. Just as I began to bask in the warm bliss of being inside her again, she slid back up my shaft, stopping just before the head could fall out, and hovered there.

“Big Brother, no!” she went on. “We can’t do this! We’re blood-related! Now say, ‘Pussy’s pussy, and it’s time yours was filled with this cock!’”

“Porn’s rotted your brain,” I said. But I’d do anything to be inside her. “Pussy’s pussy, and it’s time I filled yours with this cock!”

Becks sank onto me fast this time, smacking her slit on my balls and bouncing right back up.

“I’m sorry I tempted you with my lil’ shorty-shorts! And m’sorry I played with your action figures when we were kids, even though you told me not to! You say, ‘It’s too late to say sorry! You lost all my Ninja Turtles, an’ you’re gonna pay me back with this pussy!’”

“It’s too late to—”

“No, wait—instead of pussy, say cunt!”

“It’s too late to say sorry! You lost all my, uh, Ninja Turtles, and you have to pay me back with this… Are you sure you want me to use the c-word?”

“SAY IT!”

“CUNT!”

This time Becks dropped twice in quick succession, taking me to the hilt both times. My balls were dripping with pussy juice, and I felt so good that even the goofy role-playing was getting me going.

“I can’t believe you’re makin’ me do this!” Becks cried. “Our whole family’s in the backyard for Fourth of July, an’ my boyfriend’ll be here any minute for our date! You say—”

Cutting her off, I shouted, “Then your boyfriend can watch a real man’s cock wreck your whiny little fuck hole!”

Grabbing Becks’s hips, I jackhammered her down on my rod, impaling her. Her legs shook as she lifted back up.

“Ohhh, this is s-so wrong,” she said, still trembling but staying in character. “It’s so wrong but it feels so good. Your monster cock is gonna ruin me…I might get addicted…”

She wiggled her ass while waiting for me to come up with my own line again, circling her slick hole around my cock head, driving me crazy…

“Becks, if you keep this up…I won’t be able to be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle,” she said, breaking character along with me. “Not now, when I’m still so horny it hurts. I want ya to fuck my brains out, Big Brother. If I can still walk tomorrow, I won’t let you see this pussy again for a week.”

Holy fucking fuck! Her sexy as hell demand—and the accompanying image of Becks wobbling around after having been roughly fucked—shot me from desperately horny to full-on pussy destruction mode. The beastly fire inside me roared, snapping free of its remaining restraints.

In one quick motion, I shot to my feet there at the foot of the bed, impaling Becks as I lifted her with me, my hands under her thighs.

“Eep!” she squealed, as her back fell into my chest. Her 98-pound body was nothing to carry; a fuck doll I could fling around. While I drove into Becks again and again, I curled over her back, bringing my lips to her ear.

“I’m so fucking hot for you, you don’t even know,” I whispered along heavy breaths. “You’re perfect. You’re body’s perfect. I love everything about it. You’re sexy as hell.”

Becks just panted in time with my thrusts, bracing herself with one hand on my forearm and the other behind my neck, stretching her body back into our standing reverse-cowgirl.

“I’m gonna fuck this body every day and hold it in my arms every night, and it still won’t be enough, ’cause I’ll never get enough of you.”

Becks’s breathing became sporadic while the sounds of me slapping against her filled the room.

“I’m gonna take care of you and adore you for the rest of my life. You’re my wife. I’m fucking my wife right now…”

Becks’s moans built into a throaty scream as her body spasmed even harder than before, her thighs quaking in my hands. Suddenly, I felt her soak my dick—my pounding producing wet slaps that spattered my thighs—and I unplugged her pussy to see a geyser erupt from her slit. Her squirt arced through the air, raining down on the dresser and splashing across our parents’ smiling faces in the picture frame. The stream didn’t stop as Becks shook in my arms, grunting and babbling incoherently, and I squeezed tight to keep her sweaty, cum-slick body from slipping from my grip.

Bracing myself, I spun her body around to face me and pulled her flush against my flesh, feeling every inch of skin from her breasts to her bare mound. Becks threw her arms around my neck, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rocking through her as I held her ass in both hands, her knees bent and feet dangling. I moved my hips under her until the tip of my dick kissed her dripping snatch, then with one long stroke, I bottomed out inside her again and Becks threw back her head with a tortured cry of pleasure.

I thrust in and out of her relentlessly as she clung to me, whimpering into my neck. My legs began to fail but raw, animal lust kept me pumping. Nothing existed except the velvet feel of her sopping hole squeezing me, sucking me as I plowed in and out of her, the swollen meat of her sodden mound slapping against my groin with every penetration, her cunt cream splashing down my slick thighs.

I was brain dead, a puppet who knew only what evolution programmed me with, a primal need to plant my seed and populate the planet. My only purpose in life was to fuck this pussy.

Somehow, Becks regained the ability to talk as I continued bouncing her on my cock.

“H-harder!” she screamed. “HARDER! Fucking CRIPPLE me, you fucking SISTER FUCKER!”

With a guttural moan, I lifted Becks off my dick and threw her onto the bed, and she barely had time to bounce before I was back on top of her and inside her again. My hand wrapped loosely around her throat, pinning her down as I shoved my tongue in her mouth with no technique, only an unquenchable thirst. When I broke the kiss, her lips were swollen and slick with spit. Becks put her hands over the one I had on her throat, holding it there, squeezing it tighter. Her eyes implored me for still more as I smacked in and out of her, my dick as wet as if it’d been underwater.

“Th-this is your c-cunt,” she said, her voice hitching with every jolt of my cock. “It was m-made for you. Daddy p-pumped Mama full’a his c-cum and made me s-so you’d always h-have this pussy to f-fuck…”

I felt it boil up from my balls, a blast so big it’d blow up the mother fucking Death Star.

“M’gonna cum,” I grunted, pounding her even harder.

“F-feed it to me…”

If Becks hadn’t said those words, I wouldn’t have had the strength to pull out. Every atom in my body ordered me to cum inside her, to fulfill my biological imperative, to mark her as mine on the inside.

At the last second, I slid out with a squelching sound and hurried to straddle her, fisting my hand in the hair I used to brush and braid, jerking her head into position.

As I moved up Becks’s body, the first hot jet of cum struck around her navel, streaked up her stomach, and ended between her breasts. The next spurt splatted across her nose up into her hair, as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. I took hold of my dick and aimed at its target, grunting in ecstasy as the next thick rope shot straight into her mouth, causing her to flinch as it struck the back of her throat. Becks closed her mouth to swallow, the movement causing the next spurt to splat against her closed eye.

I kept cumming, big bursts then small ones, aiming around her face until all her pretty features were fully glazed in my spunk.

As the final few drops of dick dew were deposited onto my sister’s cum-covered face, my strength finally faded and I collapsed onto the bed beside her, feeling like I’d just fucked a year off my life.

The bed lightly shook with Becks’s low laughter as she slowly felt around her slimy face, wiping her eyes clean enough to open them.

“Oh my God,” she said, giggling. “You came so much.”

“You, too. Guess I can call you Squirt again after the mess you made.”

“Big Brother, right now you can call me whatever the fuck y’want.”

“Wife will do. Or just Mine. I like that one a lot.”

“Mmm, me too. I’d kiss ya right now, but I don’t think most guys like to taste their own stuff.”

“Yeah, no thanks,” I said with a chuckle. “It was super hot when you tasted yours, though.”

We lay there side by side, staring at the ceiling, our chests rising and falling. I floated along on cloud nine, absorbing everything we’d done. After all the anguish, the restlessness, the burning and yearning, I finally felt peace. I was surprised, though, to realize I still had a horny little itch. Would I ever get enough of her?

“Can you still see me?” I asked. “I’m afraid I might be a ghost. I might’ve fucked myself to death.” Becks didn’t turn her head to look at me, but blindly felt around beside her until she touched my arm, my chest.

“Still there,” she said. Then, with a chuckle, she added, “Ready for another round?”

I puffed out a laugh. “I’d need about a dozen Red Bulls and those paddles that doctors zap your chest with to bring you back to life.”

“Bet I could get y’hard again,” Becks said, rolling onto her side to face me. Her sly smile held a challenge that sent a tingle down below.

“Go for it,” I said, using what little strength I had left to shrug.

In one long, slow, sensuous move, Becks slid down the bed and onto the carpet, kneeling between my legs where they hung over the edge. Gliding her hands up my thighs to place them on my hips, she nuzzled into my crotch and slurped up my soft cock, coiling it inside her hot, wet mouth. After rolling it around with her tongue, she pulled her head back, stretching my flaccid fuck stick until the head popped free of her pucker.

“You’re not done yet, big guy,” she cooed. “You’re gonna put a baby in me…you’re gonna get me pregnant…knocked up…”

What…the fuck?

Becks slid her lips back and forth along my softness, smearing saliva and spent semen all over it, the mess stringing from her mouth and jaw to my cock and balls, all of it slathered in sex juices.

“You’re gonna flood my eggs with your sperm and my stomach’s gonna stretch and get big with your incest baby. D’ya want that, Big Brother? D’ya wanna put a baby in your little bitty sister? Watch her walk around every day with a huge belly, carrying your kid?”

It was so wrong. So very, very wrong, and so far beyond anything I’d been ready to do, even in my lust-crazed state…but I felt myself start to get hard again at her words. Becks felt it too and picked up her pace, slurping up and down my cock, spitting on it and jamming it down her throat until she choked, pausing to gasp and say even more fucked up things…

“Every time you see my big belly, you’ll know you fucked your little sister. Every time you look at our baby’s face and see my eyes and your dimples, you’ll know you fucked your little sister. You’ll know you took her and ruined her, inside and out; that you own her, and that no other man will ever have her, ’cause you made her yours and she’s yours forever…”

I grunted as she plunged onto my cock again and pushed it slowly, inch by inch, down her throat until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. With a gag and a loud gasp, she flung her head all the way back off my now fully erect dick.

I shot up to a sitting position and caught a fistful of her hair, then tugged her head to the side, making room for me to pull my legs together and stand next to her.

With strength that flowed from a new fire deep inside, a need even more urgent than before, I lifted Becks from the floor and again threw her onto the bed, where she bounced and lay spread before me. Something inside me snapped.

“You wanna get pregnant?” I asked in a growl. Part of me panicked—the same protective instinct that would keep me from jumping off a cliff or running into traffic—but it was powerless to protest what would happen next. That realization terrified me; made me furious at myself for how much it thrilled me, for not being able to stop it; for not wanting to. Was there no end to her perverted depravity? To mine?

“You want your fucking brother to get you pregnant? You freak?! You absolute freak?!”

“Pleeeassse, Big Brother…”

I jerked her toward me by her ankles, pulling the sheets with her. Rolling her onto her stomach, I grabbed her hips and yanked her ass up, setting her on all fours. I gave her ass a hard smack, then crammed my hand into her crack, wiping up and down her soaked slit, collecting her cream and spreading it over my dick. Taking my cock by the base, I lined up the head with her gaping hole and slammed the entire length of my rod into her.

“OhhhGOD!” she screamed. “F-FUCK!”

I didn’t let up, fucking her like a machine while I gathered her hair again and pulled it taught, yanking her head back to expose her delicious neck, already marked by the hickeys I’d given her earlier.

“Are you finally happy, now? Getting your own brother to fuck you like this? This is what you always wanted, right?”

“G-God y-yesss…f-f-fuck me…your little sister wants it s-so b-bad…”

“You want a baby? You want my baby? Fuck it, then. Fuck everything, I don’t even fucking care anymore. You want a baby, I’ll give you a fucking baby, you crazy little fuck. Why do I gotta love you so damn much, huh? Why do I give you every damn thing you want?”

“L-love you…tooooo…always…love y-you…”

“Fuck it… God, you’re so fucking hot…so crazy fucking hot… I’m never gonna stop fucking you. I’m gonna fuck you just like this when your belly’s big with my baby, when you’re right about to pop. And when that one’s born, I’ll put another baby in you…fucking breed you over and over, is that what you want?”

I couldn’t make out the words that gurgled from Becks’s lips, as she no longer seemed capable of speech. Her eyes were white, her jaw slack, drool slinging from her shining lips. If she weren’t still holding herself up on her arms, I’d have thought she’d passed out.

I relentlessly pistonned into her again and again, every squelching slap of our skin spraying fuck juice everywhere. The bed creaked like I’d break it apart, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d keep fucking her in the pile of pieces.

Somewhere beyond the hot haze of sex filling my head, I knew I wasn’t hurting her—not beyond the good kind of aches she’d feel later. Knowing she’d be okay, my sex brain seized upon the fantasy of punishing her for making this happen, even though I knew I wanted it. I put all my power into every penetration, thinking of breaking her, because I owned her, and it thrilled me. She was the only thing I wanted, and I wanted every depraved part of her: every inch of creamy skin, every crease and crevice, every sloppy hole. All mine. No other man would ever even see her; I’d be her everything, her entire world. And she’d be mine.

The whole room seemed to shake as I bottomed out inside Becks over and over, my cock head punching her innermost part, the bed rocking while side table drawers rattled and books fell off the shelf. Becks’s shaking arms finally failed and she fell face first into the mess of sheets, her limbs limp. I held tight to her hips, pulling them to meet my thrusts as my thighs clapped against her ass. I used her like a Fleshlight, like a thing, like something that existed only for me to fuck.

Her legs started spasming again as her pussy squirt spray after spray from around my dick onto the sheets, drenching them as she came, seemingly while unconscious.

Beads of sweat flung from my face as I pushed myself even harder, battering her from behind, her ass cheeks pink from the pounding.

“G-god, I fucking love you,” I said in a moan, as my orgasm chugged toward me like a freight train. I felt its power grow and knew it would be unlike anything I’d ever experienced; knew it would wreck me. I ran at it head-on, my heart hammering in time with my thrusts, Becks a rag doll in my hands.

Thinking of flooding her womb with my seed, of the beautiful obscenity of a baby belly on her petite frame—of her pert, pink nipples producing milk—I rolled into an orgasm so intense that, for a second, I think I may have blacked out. I came undone as my very life force seemed to burst from my balls in blast after blast of thick baby batter. My heart stuttered and my legs quaked as I used the last of my strength to hold Becks’s ass flush against the base of my cock, shuddering against it as her pulsating pussy wrung every last drop I had.

Finally giving into fatigue, I dropped Becks’s dead weight to the bed and slid out of her, uncorking a river of cum that gushed from her soggy snatch to soak the sheets all around her crotch. I fell onto the bed beside the wet, wrung-out fucksack that was my sister and looked at her, our faces inches apart.

She was watching me back. Wild strands of hair stuck to her face, matted with cum and sweat, mascara smeared all over. But the corner of her parted lips pulled up into a weak, cum-drunk smile and she let loose a long, soft moan, a pleasurable sound that seemed to be the most she could manage. Her cerulean eyes sparkled with love, and with victory.

Becks had won. After fighting so fucking hard for so long, I’d finally given her everything she wanted. What we both wanted.

Now that I could think again, I started to feel exposed, raw. The things I’d done…the things I’d said. Mean-sounding things. Unspeakable things. It started to sink in that I really might’ve just impregnated my sister. I’d put the biggest load of my life into her, so the chances had to be good. I hadn’t been thinking before; the beast had seized full control, urging me to mark my mate in every way, in the most primal way. To dominate her, take her for myself, own her. I’d never have imagined all that was inside me, enflamed by having wanted her so badly while fighting it for so long.

But as her eyes sparkled at me, I saw only love in them. Awe. Becks was happy, finally fulfilled. I’d given her the thing she’d always wanted, craved. Me. All of me. I was hers now, in every way.

My reverie was broken by a long, low noise flapping from Becks’s pussy lips, like a balloon deflating. Her eyes closed in embarrassment as her body shook in silent laughter.

“I think I need a plumber,” she said.

I pictured the legendary load of baby batter I’d glimpsed pouring out of her, and she seemed to notice something in my face.

“M’not gonna get pregnant,” she said. “I went on the pill way before I started trying t’get in your pants. Y’know, in case I got lucky. Ordered ’em online and snatched ’em outta the mail pile before you saw.”

“You…you won’t…”

“I just thought it’d be really hot to pretend since, like me, you really seem t’get off on stuff that’s super taboo. And wowie-wow-wowwwww… you must really wanna put a baby in me, Big Brother.”

I let out a long exhale and felt every ounce of tension drain away. Chuckling, I said, “I love you, you crazy-ass crazy person. It was hot, but when my brain is doing the thinking, I’m not in any rush to become a dad so soon.”

Something about what I said sobered her up. “That sounded like…maybe you might wanna be a daddy someday?”

I thought for a long moment, a grin growing. “I mean…if we could somehow be sure it was safe…maybe? I’ve never really thought about being a dad, but thinking of making you a mom…does something.”

Becks beamed at me, bathing me in her love. Her pinky finger hooked mine and we lay there in the soft light, just looking at each other, sharing so many unspoken things. I couldn’t imagine that any two people on Earth knew each other as completely as we did, had a bond this strong.

Eventually, I tried to sit up and found that I could. Becks followed me only with her eyes.

“C’mon,” I said. “Let’s clean you up. You’re starting to get a little, um, crusty.” She knew what I meant because her hand reached to touch the dried glaze all over her face.

“S’just my facial mask. It’s my new beauty regimen. M’gonna need one every day.”

“I’ll be happy to help with that, but it’s time to take this one off. I need to clean up, too.”

“Ugh, okay, if we gotta.” Becks barely made it off the bed and nearly toppled over when she tried to stand. Well, she’d told me to fuck her till she couldn’t walk. She’d gotten her wish.

“Here,” I said, and scooped her up into my arms. She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the adjoining master bathroom, which would be our bathroom from then on.

Next to the shower stall was a deep standalone bathtub we hadn’t touched in years. I turned the faucet handles and continued to carry Becks while the tub filled, finally lowering her in once the water was nice and warm. After fetching soap and shampoo from her bathroom downstairs, I knelt by the tub and took my time bathing her, washing the cummy stickiness from her face, soaping every inch of skin, massaging her cotton candy shampoo into her scalp then rinsing it out.

When she was done, I showered quickly then climbed into the tub behind her, Becks lounging between my legs, lying back against my chest. We added more warm water and cuddled, chatting about whatever little things flitted into our heads while sharing little kisses and touches.

Long after our fingers had pruned, I helped Becks out of the tub, toweled her off, and carried her back to our bed, where I served us both slices of the cake I’d bought. She got my joke with the Superman and Supergirl toppers and loved it.

Full of cake, our naked bodies sore, satiated, and still warm from the bath, we eventually cuddled under the covers and held each other as the light spilling through the curtains lowered to darkness. A picture-perfect end to the happiest day of my life.

Drifting off, I thought of how things used to be, knowing I’d never have survived that way. That other life seemed laughable now; a half-life. I loved Becks more deeply than I’d ever known possible. Sure, it was wrong for me to love her this way. I got that. I wouldn’t have blamed anyone for thinking so. But it was also right. Right for us. We’d been each other’s whole lives for so long, but our lives hadn’t been whole. I felt so amazingly close to her now; two halves of one being.

“Love you, Squirt,” I whispered, thinking Becks was fast asleep. Her eyes stayed closed, but she smiled against my chest.

“Love you, Brudder-Wudder.”

* * * * * * *

EPILOGUE: FOUR YEARS LATER

“Uhn…uhn…uhn…uhn…”

“Becks, we have to be quiet.”

“Uhn…uhHHhn…omigod…omigod…omigod…”

“Becks! Shhh!”

“Don’t shush me! You’re not the one with…uhhhn…a big dick in her butthole!

“Okay then, you brought this on yourself.”

Reaching across Becks’s back, I stuffed her wadded-up panties into her mouth. A muffled moan came from deep down her throat, and I knew she loved this as much as I did. Her fingers became a squelching blur across her clit, while her other hand braced against the oak desk she bent over. Behind her, I continued pushing in and out of her ass with long, slow strokes, watching my cock split her small, round butt cheeks.

I preferred Becks’s perfect pussy, but fucking her little ass could be hot as hell. Her sphincter gripped me impossibly tight as I plunged in and out, her hole sucking me hard, like getting a blowjob while having sex. But mostly we got off on breaking yet another taboo. Becks was never more submissive or vulnerable than during anal, which made the experience intensely intimate. I loved the different way she moaned, how she teetered on the edge between pleasure and pain, trusting me to take care of her.

Lately I’d learned to enjoy anal even more, since Becks’d gotten weird about me fucking her pussy so close to her due date. No matter how many articles I showed her saying it was safe, she didn’t like the idea of me “knocking on the baby’s door,” as she put it.

I cradled her bulging stomach in my hands as I continued pushing in and out of her, her tiny tunnel tugging me ever closer to that treasured feeling of warm bliss. I was mesmerized by the sight of her body bumping forward every time I bottomed out.

“Almost there,” I whispered. “Does Little Sister want Big Brother to pump her asshole full of cum?”

Becks responded very much in the affirmative with a long, low groan of arousal and began to meet my thrusts, bouncing back on my cock. The sight of her wantonly plunging herself onto me—of my swollen member disappearing into her hidden hole—was the final spark that lit my fuse.

“GnnngOhhhSHHHIT!” With a final, desperate thrust, my groin clapped against her quivering ass cheeks and stayed squeezed against them, my cock fully enveloped from base to bulbous head as I spasmed against her, blasting burst after blissful burst of baby gravy deep inside Becks’s anal canal.

The moment the first spurts started filling her up, Becks stopped beating her bean and clamped a hand over her mound, her legs going wobbly as she climaxed with me. I held closely to her belly to keep her from collapsing. If it hadn’t been for the pair of pink lace panties packing her mouth, her guttural groan would’ve rumbled far and wide.

Several euphoric seconds later, our panting breaths settled into an even pace and I gently pulled out of the pleasurable pressure, Becks’s asshole puckering around my cock head with a final kiss as it popped free.

“Okay?” I asked, taking Becks’s hands and helping her straighten up.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she hummed, pulling her crumpled panties from her mouth. “M’still seeing stars. I just about came when you gagged me. Y’know what it does t’me when you take control like that.”

Lowering the panties to her snatch, Becks used them to clean up copious amounts of cunt cream. Then, reaching to the bundle of cloth around her waist, she shimmed the hem of her formal, form-fitting red dress down to mid thigh, the stretchy fabric curving over her belly, shaping itself to her. Her lithe little body hadn’t gained any noticeable weight anywhere other than her baby belly, which seemed so out of place centered among her skinny limbs. As always, I felt a swell of pride as I saw the irrefutable proof that I’d impregnated her, bred her, made her my mare. Something else started to swell again too, but it’d have to wait until later.

“Ready to go back out there?” I asked, zipping up my pants and tucking my shirt in.

“Just a sec’,” she said, putting a bottle of lube back in her clutch before pulling open the top desk drawer, dropping her panties inside, and closing it. “A little something t’keep me on your mind while you’re workin’ away and I’m at home all lonely and missing you.”

“That smell is gonna fill my office and drive me crazy all day.”

“Well, you’ll just hafta hurry home then, won’t ya?”

“Guess so,” I said, slipping my arms around her and leaning down for a long, languorous kiss. I knew the panties were a way of Becks marking her territory, and it made me giddy to feel how desperately she always wanted me. Her eyes adored me as I brushed a few errant strands of her light blond hair back into place, then we linked pinky fingers and eased open the door, checking to make sure the coast was clear before walking out. I’d never been more grateful to have gotten my own office with my recent promotion to manager, a parting gift from the old friend of Dad’s who’d brought me into the company, now retired.

The last few years had been unbelievable, filled with more love and joy than anyone could reasonably hope for in their entire lifetime. You hear about relationships losing their spark after marriage, but the magic between us hadn’t faded one bit. A contentedness had settled in compared to back when my hunger for Becks had been almost impossible to satiate, but my desire for her hadn’t waned.

We still had sex every day, even through Becks’s pregnancy. No matter how tired or worn out we were, sex always comforted us, brought us close. It could be playful or caring and cuddly, but mostly we enjoyed filthy, hot-and-horny fucking. We both got off on breaking taboos, and had tried almost everything.

Becks got heavy into cosplay just so she could enjoy fucking me as her favorite fictional characters, and we’d role-played countless salacious scenarios. We’d filmed enough sex videos that we’d never need to watch other people’s porn ever again, but we still did that together, too. Sometimes I’d come home to find that Becks had bound herself to various pieces of furniture, presenting me with her bare slit. I’d penetrated her with everything from dildos, vibrators, vegetables, and her collectible figures to—on one particularly hot day—a popsicle. And now, we’d crossed sex-at-work off the list.

The chemistry we shared was crazy. I’d only been with one other girl before, but what I’d had with her couldn’t begin to compare. My love life with Becks was so off-the-charts insane that I’d gotten curious and Googled about it over the years, trying to find something to explain why it was so good. I’d come across a phenomenon called Genetic Sexual Attraction, or GSA, where siblings develop intense feelings and sexual attraction for each other, due to their genetic similarities. Siblings can pick up endless subtle cues from each other that their subconscious minds search for in a perfect mate: commonalities that we’re evolutionally hardwired to recognize as familiar, safe, and attractive.

This kind of attraction is said to happen sometimes when siblings have lived apart and reunite later in life, because growing up together desensitizes them to each other. Becks and I had been together since she was born, but I figured our wires must’ve gotten crossed at some point due to our many unusual circumstances: an intense co-dependency brought on by the trauma of losing our parents at a young age; living more as partners for six years without any traditional familial structure; unorthodox social development due to Becks’s agoraphobia; the especially strong, loving bond we’d always shared.

Whatever the reason, I was beyond thankful things had ended up this way. Whereas I’d first thought of my attraction to Becks as a curse, I now saw it as a superpower. I imagined how much lesser traditional relationships must be, without the ingrained genetic drive to be with someone who’d been born your perfect match.

The clatter grew as we walked along shadowed cubicles toward the lights at the other end of the office, where my coworkers caroused amid countless Christmas decorations: silver balloons, red poinsettias, green garlands, the works. A massive tree stood by the front desk, adorned with bright, colorful baubles. People lined up at a buffet table and at a booth where drinks were being dispensed. Old-timey Christmas carols crooned over the speakers.

Christmas wasn’t the only thing Becks and I were celebrating tonight. This was the farthest she’d travelled from the house so far, after months of building up to this moment with smaller trips. Becks had devoted herself to beating her agoraphobia, holding weekly video chats with her therapist, learning relaxation techniques, and leaning on me as she made progress a little at a time. We began by watching the sunset every evening, with her sitting closer and closer to the open front door. Eventually she sat inside the doorway, then inched her way across the porch until we could picnic in the yard. Once Becks could handle riding down the driveway in my car, then around the block, I got her to the corner store and continued from there.

What was the turning point that caused her to at long last face her fears? The baby. Becks had wanted one badly and so did I, but I had two conditions. The first was that she be able to deliver our child in a hospital, to ensure she got the best care possible. The moment I’d shared my stipulation, Becks got to work. Now, my heart burst with pride for everything she’d accomplished.

My second condition for having a baby was that we first learn as much as we could about possible risks, since siblings have a greater chance of passing on a recessive disease to their child. We each worked with a different genetic counselor and combined our results. Thankfully, testing didn’t find any red flags.

A woman stood slightly apart from everyone else at the party. We came up behind her and Becks released my pinky, stepping beside the lady to snatch the plastic fork from her hand and plunge it into the slice of cake she held on a paper plate.

“Hey!” shouted Delilah, as Becks popped a big bite into her mouth.

“You owed me that,” Becks said. “An’ I get to eat everything in sight, ’cause I’m super preggo.”

“It’s true,” I said, joining them. “These days I just assume I’ll only get half of anything I eat.”

“Guess I’d better quit while I’m ahead, then,” Delilah said, handing her plate to Becks, who happily started scarfing down the rest. Leaning closer, Delilah whispered, “I can’t believe what you two just went and did. And don’t even try to deny it.”

“What, butty-butt sex in Owen’s office?” Becks asked, around a mouthful of cake.

“Good lord, don’t just say it!” Delilah covered her face, embarrassed, before peeking through her fingers. A second later, she gave a little eek.

“What?” Becks asked, noticing Delilah’s round, alarmed eyes. “I got crumbs on my face or sump’n?”

Delilah removed one hand from her face to point sharply at Becks’s inner thigh, where my jizz was leaking out from under her dress. Noticing the shiny trail, Becks reached down, scooped up the cum on her finger, and sucked it off, shrugging. The look of stunned shock on Delilah’s face was priceless, and I knew it was exactly what Becks had hoped to see.

“I cannot believe you just did that,” Delilah said. “What would you’ve done if somebody else had noticed stuff running down your leg?”

“Tell them her water just broke and get the hell out of here,” I joked, which made Delilah chuckle and shake her head at me.

Delilah had been one of the best surprises back when Becks and I first came out as a married couple. It’d seemed so sudden to everyone at the office when I arrived at work wearing a wedding band, after having never mentioned an engagement or even a girlfriend. I explained that my new wife and I were private people who’d eloped without making a fuss, which was pretty much true.

The only hitch was Delilah. I’d tried asking her out just a few days before, when I’d been flailing around in crisis mode over my attraction to Becks. When I came back married after the weekend, Delilah thought I was a major creep for hitting on her when I’d been so deeply involved with someone else. It upset her so much that she pulled me aside and let me have it, asking what I’d been trying to pull, if my new wife knew I hit on other women, and so on. While stammering out an incoherent response, I referred to my wife by name, having forgotten that of all my co-workers, Delilah was the only one I’d ever mentioned Becks to before as my sister.

The moment Delilah put it together, I thought I’d have to find a new job and hope no word of such a salacious scandal followed me there. But in an amazing stroke of luck, Delilah wasn’t disgusted by my relationship with Becks, but fascinated by it.

It turned out that Delilah had a favorite cousin whose parents—Delilah’s Uncle Jack and Aunt Janie—were half-siblings. Unbeknownst to them, their father had been a prolific sperm donor in his youth, selling his seed all over the county for years as an easy way to make extra cash. Jack’s and Janie’s mothers used those donations to conceive them with artificial insemination. They lived separate lives until, by some cosmic fluke, they met as young adults and were instantly and incredibly attracted to each other. They learned about their relation while taking a genealogy test for fun, but by then they’d married and had a child.

It’d all been quite a scandal within their family, but Jack and Janie decided to stay married and had been quite comfortable discussing how, despite the initial shock, their love was too strong to let go of. Delilah had always thought they were great people, so when she learned the truth about Becks and I, her instinct wasn’t to rat us out.

Instead, she bombarded me with questions about my relationship with Becks: when it’d become romantic, how we felt about it, who knew, our plans for the future, etc. She was really nosy, but I worried that if I brushed her off, she might be less likely to keep my secret. After talking it over with Becks, she agreed we should answer Delilah’s questions—the ones we didn’t feel were too personal, at least—but insisted she be part of the conversation.

That led to Delilah being the first person to visit our house since our parents had passed, other than the doctor and dentist who’d made house calls for Becks. After breaking the ice over dinner, Becks and Delilah became fast friends, and eventually, best friends. A week rarely went by without Delilah popping by the house at least once to join us for dinner, a movie, or just to hang out and talk.

Now, I know what you may be thinking, given how sexually adventurous Becks and I are. But no, neither Becks nor I would ever consider a threesome, even if Delilah was into it the idea. We were both too possessive of each other and liked it that way. And as great as they got along, Becks still got riled up sometimes if she thought Delilah laughed a little too hard at one of my jokes, or looked at me in any way Becks took issue with. Becks did trust Delilah, truly, but she couldn’t completely shake the old idea of her as a rival for my affections.

As the Christmas party went on, other coworkers came over to say hi. Women flocked to Becks to fawn over her belly and gab about the due date, sex of the baby, how excited she was, yada yada. Becks chatted with them enthusiastically, totally in her element. I used to worry that if Becks ever left the house, she wouldn’t fit in anywhere—that she wouldn’t feel comfortable in social situations—but she was a natural social butterfly. It’d become clear from our very first forays away from the house, with her talking the cashier’s ear off at the corner store. It’s like she’d been starved for other people to talk to, and now she was making up for it.

Becks drew a lot attention from men too, of course, as the new manager’s pretty, pregnant young wife. I couldn’t blame them. Smiling and radiant, blue eyes shining, blond hair spilling down the back of her amazing red dress—any man would have to be blind not to notice her. The possessive beast in me took satisfaction in knowing that Becks’s baby belly made clear to every man in the room that she was intimately mine; that I’d fucked this gorgeous girl and filled her cunt with my cum.

I kept watch over Becks as the night wore on, worried her social battery might run out, but she had an endless amount of energy for everyone. Well, except for one woman who, admiring Becks’s belly and lamenting her own single status, jokingly asked if Becks had a brother she could set her up with.

“No,” Becks said, curtly. “He’s taken.”

Through it all, Becks and I never left each other’s side and stayed in constant contact, with my hand on her back, her arm hooked through the crook of my elbow, or our fingers threaded together. Touching came so naturally to us that we always did it without thinking.

With all my worries about Beck’s comfort brushed aside, I spent the evening laughing and in love, amazed all over again by my perfect partner.

Our story had its share of setbacks and challenges. But when fate robbed us of a family, we made our own. And while home had once been Becks’s prison, now it was the place she chose to be. There wasn’t anything we couldn’t overcome together.

When it finally came time to leave the party, we held hands across the parking lot until I pulled open the passenger door of my sleek and silver new sedan, a recent upgrade from my old hatchback. I offered a hand to help ease Becks into her seat, but she took it and remained standing, smiling up at me under the stars.

“Owen?”

“Yeah?”

“I looooove you,” she said in a singsong voice.

“I love you too, Becks.”

Her eyes danced for barely a beat, before…

“And I want to fuuuuuck you!”

I chuckled, took her face in my hands, and dipped down for a long, loving kiss.

“I’m yours, Sweetheart. However you want me.”

“Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever.”

THE END

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