While everyone is writing frivolously on the theme of incest, I decided to try a more realistic approach. That is, siblings don't easily engage in incest and rather go through a much more complex and conflicted process. This story explores that - what I would call - realistic incest, or "coming of incestual thoughts". This a work if fiction. Hope you enjoy it.
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ACT I. SMELLS LIKE RACCOON PISS
A father and two siblings, Silas and Jess. Lived inside your typical single-floor house in a suburban neigborhood. Slightly cramped, old and slightly musty, but they made it work, as it was the only thing the left-behind father of two could afford. Mom was out of the picture since Jess was 5 and Silas was 2. They lived near a typical blue-colar city and father was your average factory shift worker. Irregular and long hours. With the two kids now being 19 and 22, and going to college, his shifts grew longer and longer, to be able to provide for both of their tuitions, or at least the best he could manage.
Father was a dad joke running around, much to Jess' dismay in the last couple of years. He was geeky, yet built like a bear with big hands. He had a large pair of glasses and wore his beanie hat probably as much as he possibly could, even indoors.
Jess was the oldest. "Mean girl", her brother used to call her. She was almost always deliberately mean. She wasn't very tall nor short. She had slightly golden-blonde colored hair, with darker roots, which gave away she was actually a brunette. She wore thick eyeliner pretty much all the time and even though she didn't have any, was the kind of girl who'd wear leopard-patterned clothes. She was always walking around as if going out, but it wasn't particularly classy. She was slender, not shy, and she smoked.
Silas, her brother, was the younger of the two. He was not as difficult. Had more of his father's traits apart from being built like a bear, which his father probably got from drinking beer rather than genes. He was the quiet type, glued to his gaming PC, just short of watching anime to complete the picture of being a total weeb/nerd. He was't popular nor unpopular during his highschool days. Had a restricted amount of good healthy friendships, but didn't go out that often.
When father was around in the house, he was always busy doing chores. Today was no different. "Silas!", he shouted. "Help your father out will ya!". Silas shot up from his gaming chair in his room, to rush over to his father in the adjecent room. As he rushed over and opened the door to his sister's room, he found his father underneath her desk on his knees, facing into the corner of the room with a flashlight. He was clearly working on something but Silas couldn't really guess what it was.
"What's wrong? What are you doing dad?". -"Son, I want you to go into the garage and tug on the white cable that's hanging from the wall next to the modem. Could you do that for me real quick?". Silas suddenly remembered. His sister was having very poor wifi connection in her room, and complained she couldn't study from her room because of this. Being the good samaritan he is, father immediately jumped in to pull cable internet through the wall so she had stable internet.
Silas nodded and made his way to the garage to tug on said cable. When he was younger he used to help out his father a lot more around the house. Being the more inquisitive of the two, and generally more interested in what his father was doing all day around the house, they did a lot of these chores together. Time went on things changed a bit over those years, and Silas had become a bit more secluded to his own room. Often spending time gaming or watching movies by himself. Father wasn't home a lot either these days, except for most Sundays.
Essentially, during the week they would hear their father get up early, find him sleeping on the couch when coming home, or he was working the night. Sister, Jess, had become exceptionally difficult to live with. Essentially the two siblings felt like they lived together without parents around, for most part. She was the bratty type and the relationship with his sister was distant. She went out with friends most evenings. Silas' friends told him they would spot his sister hanging out with multiple different guys, just to get at him, but Silas didn't really care about that. He was aware that his older sister wasn't a stranger to sexual activity.
Before they both had their PCs (in their rooms) they used to share a laptop. Silas kind of knew his sister was watching all kinds of porn through the search history. Father rarely used the laptop those days, so he was well aware it was definitely his sister who was searching for stuff like the 'Fitness coach' type of porn, and all kinds of other more lewd content. He was kind of always disgusted to find out via friends that she was actually trying to hook up with those types of guys. She often came home heart-broken and crying locked in her room because some 'Tyrone' didn't want to see her anymore. It was kind of known Jess was somewhat of an easy 'pick-me' girl but Silas wasn't really bothered with it. He didn't want to think of stuff like that about his sister, it kind of disgusted him anyway.
"Yup, that's the one", father shouted from his sister's bedroom. Silas made his way back. -"This for the internet you were-" -"Son we got a problem", his father interupted. Silas frowned, wanting to ask more. His father clumsily made his way backwards from the crouched position underneath the desk, hitting his head in the process. He looked at Silas, with a very serious gaze from his thick-ringed geeky glasses. The correction factor of which was so high, it kind of reminded them of Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys. Jess used to bring it up and laugh about it regularly.
"What's the problem dad?". His father signalled him to come closer. Silas approached and got down on his knees next to his father, who was starting to grin a bit. Silas was confused. Father started nodding. "You smell it?". -"Smell? Smell what?", Silas replied, chuckling a bit. -"Here, crawl underneath here". His father crawled further into the corner to make space for his son to crawl down in there with his father.
The desk was quite unorthodox. It was essentially a carpenters contraption. Father had made it years ago as a workbench in the shed. He moved on to something else and had the brilliant idea that - when Jess needed a larger desk - that this workbench could double as a desk. The thing was way too big and occupied way too much space in the already-cramped room of his daughter. The result was that it doubled as a storage for all sorts of crap underneath, because Jess' knees would never hit most of it anyways. Cabinets under the desk made it so that you could really crawl underneath into a corner in pure darkness. It's in this darkness his father was working to receive the ethernet cable.
Now that Silas was underneath it, he could start to smell it faintly. Actually, the longer he focused on it, the more pronounced and aparent it became that there was in fact some kind of a pungent smell present underneath the desk-space.
"Raccoons!", his father suddenly exclaimed. "It's fucking raccoon piss, I tell ya! Your grandfather had the same thing for years, and it was only later we found a dead raccoon under the flooring". Silas laughed: "Dad, raccoons were normal where grandpa lived, but here, I doubt it". -"No I'm telling ya", he paused, as he usually did, to think about how he would proceed explaining something: "I'm telling you, I made a hole in the wall here, and I started smelling it. I checked the same corner in your room as well, but I can't smell it there". Silas was puzzled, but it could have in fact been some rodent's piss just as well, not wanting to dismiss his father's assumptions.
"You mean like, these raccoons entered rhe room somehow?", Silas asked. -"No, they just live and crawl between the studs and piss to their feckin' heart's content. The fuckers!". Silas stared blankly into the hole trying to imagine what was really going on, because he wasn't buying the raccoon piss story. "Fungus maybe? Water seeping through?", he remarked, trying to suggest something relevant. Silas only repeated what a friend of his had in their house, but that was a full-blown water problem with the walls turning dark-green behind the wallpaper. -"Nah, that doesn't smell like this. No son, this, remember the smell: signature raccoon piss". Silas chuckled at how serious and determined his father was.
"Here", his father handed him some tools and some waste stripped off the cables, before tending back to the socket in order to finish his work. Silas crawled from underneath the space to bring the waste to the garbage and put the tools back in their usual place. "Raccoons", he thought, and shook his head.
ACT II. SISTER'S PRIVACY
Jess was very explicit when it came to others being in her room. She couldn't tolerate it. Who could blame her, everyone just wants their own private and safe space, and living together with two adult men demands a certain space to be alone. Over the years any trespassers were met with violent outbursts and rants about privacy. Both Silas and their father gave it little thought, but then again, they trespassed anyway whenever they were looking for lost stuff. Such as the movies USB stick. Some thing are just shared, and passed along, and this item was probably the most commonly shared item in the family. It kind of started when - over the years - the typical DVD phased out along with the typical "let's watch a movie together in the living room" era. Father was out of the house more and more, and the TV only supported, well: TV, and DVDs. It spewed out any burned disc anyway so it became somewhat useless trying transfer anything from your computer. Silas resorted to watching on their laptop and later his own computer, and the rest followed suit. The shared USB became a thing and everyone watched on their own. Like many shared things, it often begged the question of where exactly it was put last.
It was the most common reason to enter his sister's room because the doofus often forgot to give it back and also put it in the most random, unpredictable places possible. Silas would normally just ask his sister, which gave him the quickest answers. Over the years, she went out a lot more and so that that stopped being an option. The fact she was out, meant that the risk of entering her room unannounced was much lower, and that's what Silas did most of the times. Where exactly the stick would be found, was always the question. "Where did she put it this time", Silas thought.
He started at the usual places to check: her desk. Then, was it plugged into her computer? Was it on the nightstand? He checked to see if it was laying on top of any of the cabinets. He took another quick look underneath the desk, where his father worked to finish the internet. He stared into the dark somber void of the corner they had crawled up in. The strange faintly pungent smell returned to him. "Musty old house, probably a fungal issue we should check out anyway", Silas dismissed, as he just wanted to get away from the smell. He resumed his search, but to his great frustration, it wasn't in its usual places.
Silas began to linger as he stared onto the pictures hanging on the wall. Old memories of past times. Jess had a lot of stuff in her room. There were many shelves just boasting stuff. Some new, some stuff she got from the claw machines at carnivals, but also some tokens of their collective memory. Memoires of their childhood. He got a bit melancholical as he watched the entirety of the room, devoid of his sister, devoid of life. The sun only faintly peeking inside with the curtains almost fully closed. The bed not made up and a mess. All the posters of past idols that had been hanging there since her early teens. Where did all that time go? When was the last time they hung outside together? What happened to all the camps they built in the woods they were told not to go? What happened to those water pistols they modded so that they would shoot further, but never really did? Where did dad store all of that stuff? Or was it brought to a recycling park without him ever having known about it? Silas sat down in his sister's chair. He stared into the room, and noticed his sister's wardrobe, with its doors parting slightly. "Didn't we used to dump a bunch of crap in there?". He got up and decided to have a quick look. He opened the large doors of the huge antique wardrobe. Alas, everything inside of it was completely different compared to the last memory he had of it. Things neatly tucked in boxes he'd never even seen before. His sister had probably taken care of most of it. He did notice some strange clothing articles all the way to the side. They had exceptionally delicate fabric. He knew what was coming, but checked it out anyway. It was indeed some sort of lingerie, so het let go of it almost instantly, slightly repulsed by the thought of anything sexual to do with his sister. "Wait a minute", he thought as he noticed something on the lingerie. "Are these crotchless???", he thought. It dawned upon him that it was indeed. "Wtf sis!", he said almost aloud. There were more clothing articles like this neatly tucked in the corner, but his eyes fell on a plastic bag underneath of where the lingerie hung. Silas didn't know why, but something prompted him to check what was inside. He wouldn't have checked any of the curver boxes, no, this bag was out of the ordinary. He reached for it, and briefly felt the contents. It was firmly squishy, and for some reason invited the intrusive thought that it could be a human head. Must have been that serial killer documentary he watched last night. He slowly opened the bag to see what's inside, and to his utter shock and disbelief, found out that it was filled with all sorts of lewd stuff. Mainly three dildos of varying but rather large size immediately put Silas off, and made him close the bag almost instantly. He stood back up, standing akimbo, looking down upon the bag, mouth slightly agape. "WHAT. THE. FUCK.". He ran his right hand into his hair, standing there in utter disbelief of his discovery. The discovery that his sister had toys, but also specifically these large ones. After a couple seconds which felt like minutes, his curiosity did bite him in the ass. "Was it really what I saw?". He approached the bag again and this time picked it up. Holding it with one hand so that it kind of stayed open for him to look inside. Indeed, he wasn't making it up. His mind was not playing any tricks. In the bag were three big dildos. One pink, one black, and one light-skin colored. The last one particularly caught his attention. It had some serious girth. He didn't know what possessed him to take that one out of the bag - with his bare hands - to inspect it closer. It was cold to the touch, and was made of a heavy silicone material with little play. The thing was about the size of his forearm. "This has to be a mis-buy or something", as he just couldn't believe his small slender sister fitting this in her nether regions. As that thought crossed his mind, it occurred to him that he was holding this - something that potentially entered his sister's snatch - with his bare hands. At the same time, he noticed that the surface looked a bit flaky, and had small white particles like dust covering it. Reality sank in, and his stomach turned. "Oh hell no! She really used this thing". Between being mortified and disgusted, somewhere he wanted to find out more, but did decide to promptly put the pussy beater back in its place, making sure things were put back the way they were. In that instant, Silas heard the keys enter and open the front door of the house. Someone just got home, and he hurried his ass out of there.
ACT III. FINDING OUT
"Silas!", Jess yelled. He could hear her trod closer to his room. The door flew open. "What did you do to the internet this time!". Clearly still traumatized from years ago when Silas used to cut the wifi when he was angry with his sister, she assumed even to this day that any interruption to the internet meant her sibling was tampering with it. Silas looked puzzled at her, his mouth typically agape from a sudden interruption. Then he looked back at his own screen and quickly opened a browser to see if Google was reachable. -"I don't know? Seems fine here?", he said as he looked back at his sister. She walked up closer. -"Well it's not working for me, something must be up with the internet you two placed". Silas had to decide what he wanted to think of first. His sister being so unthankful for them laying internet to her room, or the idea of little raccoons biting into her cable. He chuckled at the latter thought. "There's nothing funny about it! I have a group assignment and the deadline is tomorrow, and I really wanna hang out with Charlene and Maria tonight". -"S-So?", Silas nonchalantly asked. -"So, this means that since you've placed the internet, you gotta fix it as well you dummy", she brattily exclaims, and then with a finger curled upwards, poked her brother on the forehead, pushing him back slightly.
After some more arguing, Silas got up to take up the task at hand. He was just teasing his sister after all, and was going to look into it nontheless. She was just so easily triggered into being bitchy for just about anything, and Silas found it amusing in his own way.
He reset the modem, which cut internet for both of them for a while, his sister went outside for a smoke, and he decided he would have a quick look at the outlet in the corner of her room underneath the desk. He made his way into his sister's room. He crawled down underneath the desk, around the corner behind the two cabinets, and thought to himself that he should make it quick and be out of there before she got back in. She'd make a scene if she spotted him in her room again, but he really didn't care. He was still processing how last visit to her room went. Still trying to process how his sister was into all of that lewd stuff. His usual indifference to anything about his sister was however somewhat overshadowed by a strange and out-of-place curiosity that he himself wasn't fully aware of. Something about making that discovery did push a button in his brain. Was it that somewhere deep in the caves of his brain he was imagining what his sister would be doing with those toys? Or was it just sheer disbelief that she could fit them. The thought of gauging how much his sister COULD fit in there was still somewhat repulsive to him. General curiosity did still drive him to visit his sister's room again, uninvited.
He crawled closer to the outlet and used his phone's flashlight to illuminate it. He didn't really notice the obvious issue at first, but after some time it dawned upon him. The cable wasn't plugged in. The again, these cables don't get undone just like that. He inspected the cable and concluded that the clip had broken off. This did not surprise Silas at all since his father was very rough on everything, clumsy, and would see a cable like this as "perfectly functioning! No need to repair something like this! Bad for the planet!". Silas sighed, and plugged the cable back in, but his relief was only brief. He heard his sister enter the house again, and she was making her way back up to her room in a rapid pace. He was preparing to crawl from underneath the desk, but he was too slow. If it wasn't for what he heard next, he would have probably showed himself, but something, a specific sound, made him freeze in place. It was that signature click he heard from his sister locking her door. A click he heard before, but this time, he was on the other side of it.
His stomach turned, and he went into a mild panic. He knew that his sister would be angry finding out he was in her room, but finding out he was in there after locking her door? He contemplated his options quickly, and he concluded that the only real option he had was to come down from underneath there ASAP, and just take the rant. To get out of there. Then again, coming from an unknown place inside of his brain: curiosity. He always had been. Why did his sister lock her door from time to time. It was an absolutely stupid question, because somewhere even in his simple brain, he already knew very well what it could mean. His indifference just never made him really question whether this was truly the case, or if it was because she needed to "study very intensely".
He peeked from behind the cabinets to see what was going on in the room. He could only see part of his sister standing in the room facing the other side, opening her wardrobe to sort some stuff out. "Probably changing her outfit for tonight", he thought to himself. She suddenly turned around facing the desk again, and Silas immediately went back into hiding. "No turning back from this point", he thought. Silas thought that it would be better to just sit this one out, no matter what would happen next. Suddenly, his sat down at the desk, and her legs appeared underneath the desk with him. She sat with her legs crossed over, and she started typing something on the computer. "Yes!", she murmured. "THANKS FOR FIXING THE INTERNET BRO!", she then shouted. This gave Silas some sort of relief, that his sister thought he was in his own room or somewhere else in the house, even though she'd have no reason to believe that he would be underneath the desk. What did strike him, is that the next hour or longer would be very boring if all she did was work on that group assignment. So Silas started thinking of which tricks he could play on her to startle the shit out of her. Oh how furious she would be, but it'd at least be fun and he wasn't planning on sitting underneath the desk for much longer.
His sister got back up from her chair, and walked towards what sounded like her bed. She put down some stuff, probably a hairclip, before sitting back down at the desk again. Just as he was further contemplating which tricks he could play, a numbing thought started to make him uneasy. "Why did she lock her door?", and: "Is she going to work on the assignment, or is she going to change outfit?". He froze in that instant, as he was connecting the dots together. None of this is making sense right now. He trusted she would have probably locked her door to change clothes. That's what he always thought the locked door was for in the past. Before he could think further, he suddenly started to hear something very faintly. It was the faint sound of moaning, coming from her PC's speakers at a very low volume. He couldn't believe it, and he could have bursted out in laughter in that moment, but the reality started to sink in slowly. "Am I in the room with my sister watching porn?", he thought. He quickly reconsidered his options, and just as he was about to rush out of there, he remembered: The door is locked, and his sister is already watching porn. She would be beyond mortified to know her brother was there underneath the desk with her, followed by an intense fury that he just wasn't ready to deal with. Then again, he felt he was heating up. The longer he stayed there, the more PTSD he would get from witnissing his sister... masturbate?
In that moment, his sister got up from her desk chair, and Silas peeked around the corner from the cabinet. He could only see his sister from the waist down. She lifted up and undid her slutty croptop, and heard her undoing her bra, which he couldn't see. He silently and carefully moved back and leaned against the wall underneath the desk. "Fuck!", he thought. "She's going to do it". In the background he could hear that she was watching an intense hardcore porn scene judging from the faint slapping noises and moaning coming from the speakers. Somehow Silas felt ashamed in her place. He thought about how he would feel if the same happened to him: his sister being in the room as he would beat his meat to his favorite porn scnenes. He felt really bad and his stomach turned, but he wasn't ready for what was about to happen next.
Without much warning, what he would witness next was completely unexpected and sent Silas into full shock and awe. His sister had taken a seat back into her desk chair, but this time her legs appeared to be OVER the desk, and he was exposed to what seemed to be his sister's bare ass and pussy sliding underneath the desk. She had unzipped and undone her panties in the meantime, and wasted no time to sit in her desk chair with her legs back and feet in the air, glued to the screen. The whole thing went so quick and felt so ritualistic, as if this was just simply how she did it every single time.
Silas covered his eyes at first, as the whole thing disgusted him. His sister was about the masturbate only a couple of feet away from him and there was nothing he could do to get out of there. He opened his eyes slowly, and surely, her finger was already firmly rubbing around her little nub. He had never seen his sister's privates before. Some siblings, when close of age, would be forced to share the bath when they were still kids, just to save water. Silas and Jess never did those things, and bathroom time, or dressing was strictly separate. Only father would help out Jess when she was still little, but Jess was very quick to demand her privacy when she turned 12. So at this point it was as if Silas was unaware his sister had genitals at all. It was never somewhere his mind was willing to wander. When he discovered her huge dildos, that's when he did start to get those intrusive yet repulsive thoughts, but never before.
Curiosity did get the better of him, as well as the fact that the cramped space was starting to slowly fill with the smell of her vag. A smell that he did recognize from the only girl with which he had sex, but broke up with. It was the raw smell of aroused vagina, that he had a very difficult time with to link to the fact that it came from his own sister in that moment. Was it the idea of his sister masturbating, the smell, or some sort of suppressed desire to look at her pussy that turned his head around? Probably the smell. The smell was becoming more and more aparent. It had nowhere else to go. It accumulated, and soon the wet sounds made it very clear to Silas that his sister seemed to be very aroused. She was still just rubbing away at her nub, this time more frantically, and she started breathing heavier as well.
Then he fully opened his eyes, and decided to lay his eyes on her pussy. It was there just two feet away from him after all. The fact that he couldn't see her face made it so that he almost couldn't believe this was his sister. He leaned a bit closer to really have closer look. He could see her puckered anus as well now. The crevices of her pretty looking star. Yes, pretty, which was an extremely sudden and alien thought that he had in his mind. Was he checking out his own sister's bare crack and thinking: "Yeah, nice". For real? The fact that her pussy looked like just about any pussy he's seen online on porn vids made it so that he could detach the two.
The room was very dim-lit already, and underneath the desk was pretty dark. His curiosity took over and he moved over to have an even closer look. Now inches away from his sibling's bare puffy pussy. Her pink meat taco, because her inner labia were the larger kind, the kind of pussy he coincidentally tended to prefer. "More to play around with", he would always think. But this time it was his own sister's vag, which he seemed to forget in the moment. He was close enough to feel the heat radiate from her mound. Her fingers flicking her clit much more rapidly now made the wet sounds her pussy was making like an ASMR video. His sister was also starting to making more subdued moans at this point. Quiet enough not to penetrate the walls so Silas could hear them where he would normally sit - his own room. Yet here he was close enough to hear every detail and sound her pussy was making.
As he stared further down into his sister's crack, one thing did become aparent in the dimly lit area. This pussy seemed to gape in its relaxed state. It was actually difficult to link these genitals to his own bratty slender sister. For a moment Silas thought another random "mature woman" had taken a seat in his sister's desk chair for a fun ride, but no, this was unmistakebly his own sister. He started to wonder why her vulva looked like this. Looked... exploded? Right as he was contemplating the reasons for it, his sister stopped flicking her bean, and moved all four of her fingers further down, intensely massaging her own entrance. "Her meat-grotto". Silas didn't know where those words came from as they entered his mind, but this is literally what came to mind admiring his own sister's pussy. He was just so puzzled that a skinny girl could have such a large cunt. Such a fuck hole.
She then dug her four fingers side-by-side deep inside herself. This surprised the young man even more. He could barely fit two fingers into his ex gf, here his sister was showing what a pussy could take. It occurred to Silas that his sister did not seem to care or find discomfort digging deep in her flesh with her long manicured nails. They were always exquisitely done and cared for, but here it seemed more of a hinderance. That did not seem to matter for her, as she dug deep and seemed to almost try and grab her g-spot with her hand, to pull it outwards. Then suddenly, she pushed herself back, and Silas was in full shock of this sudden movement. Time moved very slowly, as if in a car accident, and in that split second, if his sister would have looked down, they would have made eye contact. Silas moved to the side, and his sister got up. He went back into his hiding spot. The adrenaline spike left him very light-headed suddenly. His heart was racing.
Soon his sister got back, but this time she sat the same way, but with her feet resting on the side of the desk. Silas had to peek over the side of the cabinet to see what she was doing next. He still couldn't see her face, or she would have also been able to see his. Now, however, he could see higher than her belly button, to see her firm mid-sized C breast, at least one of them. He didn't dare lean further, but now - with the extra light - he could see his sister's ass and pussy with much more light. The color of her labia was pale pinkish, even though they were so meaty. He noticed that white cream was oozing from her vulva, dripping over her anus.
She was apparently preparing something. The big one. The biggest dildo of the three he found. Lubed up and good to go, and with very determined force she pushed it into her vag. At first she seemed to just compress the thing into her twat, and Silas thought: "No way she's fitting that", but with a little effort, the thing made its way into her insides. The view was unreal. The already blown out cunt was now spread so wide. Every thrust seemed to displace her vulva so much. Every time she thrusted back out, her meaty labia firmly gripped around the dildo and left a very creamy trail along the shaft. His sibling was now trying her best to keep her moans as quiet as possible, but he could notice that this was incredibly difficult for her. The porn on her screen was still rolling, and the thought that she was beating her cunt to whatever was on really did shock Silas. "Do all girls really do it like this?".
What was happening before him felt just utterly surreal. His sister was churning up her cunt-butter with a very large rigid silicone member and she really started going to town with it as well. The sounds of her cavernous pussy being filled up with each trust, making slight hints of mini pussy farts each time it went inside of her. The cream piling up added a new dimension to the already present vaginal smell. Silas didn't know whether this smell was making him sick or turning him on, but it did seem to have an effect on his curiosity.
Before he wanted to lean in further, she abruptly pulled the huge prick out if herself making a plopping sound, and got up again from the chair. Silas did his best to remain absolutely silent and invisible, even holding his breath as it happened. She sat back down, but this time, her legs were over the desk again and her ass was once again deeper under the desk, much to Silas' relief. He did notice that now, she seemed to also be sporting a buttplug in her ass. The kind of metal one with an emerald gem at the end. "What the fuck", Silas thought. Not only that, but in she came with a flashy pink g-spot vibrator to push onto her clit. It started buzzing and her vulva made wet vibrating sounds. Silas carefully leaned back in to have a closer premium look at her mound. His curiosity got the better of him. He was now fully consciously and knowingly sitting in the front seat of the show. Her vulva was so swollen, and what seemed pale pinkish before was now much darker in color. It was soaked, juices oozing from her orifice. Not only could he once again feel her body heat radiate from her cooch, the whiff of air coming from it felt damp as well. Silas noticed his own bulge. Mortified, but he was certainly erect from the view.
Occasionally, Jess would dip the vibrator down from her clit and dig into her meat, just for a thrust or two. This seemed to do it for her, as her breathing became much heavier, irregular, and she occasionally spazzed her hips up and down slightly. She had also placed a towel or cloth of some sort on her waist. Silas didn't really wonder why, but this made it so she couldn't see under the desk. It was risky - very risky - but Silas moved in even closer now to where he hadn't yet gone before. basically now an inch away. It felt so wrong. Had he stuck his tongue out, had he lost balance, he would have made contact with his own sister-by-blood's soaked pussy. Yet, her vulva was so admirable, and the smell was so addictive. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her privates anymore. Entranced by her fuckhole, as she now started to furiously masturbate with the vibrator inside of her vaginal walls. Going in and out so quickly. Her meat taco flapping as the bulbous end of the g-spot vibrator left the confines of her orifice. The sounds all wet, dirty and heinous. Silas could swear he almost felt droplets of wetness sprinkle his nose, completely forgetting this was his own sister's juices. He was completely flabbergasted, mouth agape.
Her breathing intensified, and her rhythm more rapid. Then suddenly, she inhaled unevenly, covered her mouth to further subdue her moans, or whatever was to come next. Her hips bucked up, and she held the vibrator in deep. "Is she having an orgas-", then she abruptly pulled the vibrator from her cunt and along with it came a fountain of squirt gushing out, with immense and intense pressure, into Silas' face.
Silas got shot in the face eyes open. He was utterly shocked at what just happened, and did his best not to make any sound, as he basically just retreated back into his corner. His mouth was still agape as his sister squirted onto him, and he could sense the somewhat sour taste in his mouth. His eyes burned. The smell was familiar, yet much more intense. That of urine, yet different. His sister got back up and used the towel to clean herself. Silas had to still process what had just happened, but it occurred to him that his sister might clean up the floor of her pussy juice and squirt, which mortified him because she would then discover him. Then again, the floor was carpet. Musty old carpet. Connecting the dots together, Silas finally realized that there weren't any moisture or raccoon issues. His sister simply had a bad and dirty habit of drenching the carpets under her desk in her own squirt, and just letting it dry up. The reality sank back in, that he had just watched his sister all this time. His own damn sister. It was such a clash of profound curiosity which led him to the reality and horror that this felt so wrong in every way.
The door unlocked with a click, and his sister left the room. He peeked around the cabinets just to be sure. Was she off to the bathroom? He quickly crawled from underneath. Crawling on his hands and knees through the soggy, drenched carpet. He quickly got up and ran out of his sister's room, into his own, and locked his own door shut behind him. There were still pearls of squirt rolling down his forehead, and now he himself smelt of what his father would refer to as "definitely raccoon piss!". His pants still boasted an inexplicable bulge. It was so conflicting. This was the last thing he expected or wanted to see, yet there was something undeniably hot about it. For a moment, he saw his sister for the woman she was. Doing what women do, masturbate. Yet the hardcore nature of her ritual and the absolute disgust that came from the fact that she just squirted onto the carpet and left it there? Silas was old enough to know that you can't clean a carpet drenched in that amount of pee with the equipment they had in the house. "Such a nasty fucking bitch", he thought in pure disbelief. And to think she needed internet for her group assignment? Ha! Jokes on him for getting sprayed in the face with the truth.
He sat in his gaming chair to further process everything. Then his mind lingered back to just how fantastic her pussy looked, which he tried not to think of. "That snatch just looked so disproportionately good", he thought. He wondered if he will be able to look her in the eyes tomorrow at the breakfast table. As the evening went on, he just kept thinking about what happened, and wheter or not he should infiltrate her room again next time.