I was assigned to a case. I wasn’t particularly keen on it, but my boss said I was the best man for the job and that I needed to establish evidence of criminal activity. He explained the details immediately. A wealthy man, around thirty years old, had been left in charge of his younger sister after their parents died. She was fourteen — and that was precisely the issue. He was suspected of caring for her in ways that went far beyond brotherly affection. My task was to prove an incestuous relationship and, by extension, the abuse of the girl.
Fired up and equipped with a camera and binoculars, I made my way to a reasonable distance from their home. It was a newly built two-storey house sitting on a small hill, with a village spread out below it. Since there was a forest on one side of the property, I managed to get quite close without being noticed and easily found a hiding spot up in a tree. I had a perfect view of their garden, and through the windows I could see into what I took to be the bedroom and the living room. I made myself comfortable and simply began to wait.
I didn’t have to wait long. After about two hours, they both walked into the living room. Her — a beautiful, slender girl with longer brown hair and a lovely little behind. Him — taller and heavier. Before I knew it, he had his arms around her from behind. And I could start shooting.
The next day I was at home developing the film. My mind kept drifting — wondering what it would be like if I and my sister… She was thirty-five, with a beautiful slim figure and a nice full chest. I was five years older than her and we had always gotten along well. Even though we were both married, she loved to stop by every day and we’d talk for a long time. Today was no different. She had a key, so she never needed to knock. She came to find me in the darkroom and looked over my shoulder at the finished prints.
“I didn’t know the police moonlighted for porn magazines,” she said by way of greeting, her voice sharp with amusement.
“We don’t. This is work — that’s a brother and sister.” I replied, continuing to sort through the shots I was happy with.
Jana — my sister’s name — stepped closer and nudged me aside.
“Let me see. I want to have a look too.” She leaned in and began studying the photographs up close. “Hmm, nice. And they’re really brother and sister?” she asked, bent over the table, absentmindedly swaying her lovely behind as she looked through the prints.
I stepped up behind her and pressed myself against her, looking over her shoulder at the same time.
“They are. They were having quite a time together. You should have seen the way he was going at her. God, I didn’t know whether to keep shooting or take care of myself.” As I said it I pressed closer still, but she didn’t seem to mind — she just gave a small wiggle.
“You must be absolutely wound up by now. And your wife’s not home,” my sister laughed. But something shifted in me at that moment and I found my hands on her behind, stroking it.
“Well, well — what’s this? Looking to work off some tension with me, are you?” she said, still in that teasing tone.
I barely registered her words, because I was already pulling her dress up over her hips, treating myself to the sight of her white underwear.
What I saw stopped me cold. The fabric was completely soaked through, drenched in her arousal, almost dripping. I immediately pressed my mouth against the wet material and began drawing her moisture through it.
“Oh — what are you— God, that’s incredible,” my sister moaned, shifting her feet slightly apart.
I kept going, drawing her through the fabric, but after a moment I began sliding her underwear down to her ankles — and my tongue found its way between her lips and into the warm, beautifully wet depths of her.
“Aaaaaah—” she gasped, and her whole body began to tremble with an orgasm, her knees going soft beneath her.
“God, that was incredible,” she breathed, when she finally came back to herself.
“Well? What are you waiting for? I know you want to put it in, and right now I want it too — so go on, big brother,” she urged me, and that was all the signal I needed. I pulled down my trousers and boxers in one go.
I took hold of my hard cock, positioned it at her entrance, and with one firm thrust buried myself inside her to the hilt.
“Wait — what about a condom?” she blurted out, but by then I was already driving into her hard from behind.
“Oh God, you’re big — you’re so big — harder, harder, don’t stop—” she moaned, surrendering completely to each thrust, the question of a condom already forgotten.
We were both out of our minds. I drove into the velvet-soft, deliciously tight warmth of her, and she pushed back to meet me eagerly. She was moaning loudly again and I could sense another climax building in her — I wasn’t far behind myself. A few more hard thrusts and Jana’s body began to shudder again. Her muscles clenched rhythmically around me, and in that moment I began to pour everything I had into her.
“All of it — give me all of it — God, it’s been so long since anyone filled me like this,” she moaned with pleasure, savoring our shared release.
We both knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. It had been so extraordinary that I kept myself buried inside her for a long time afterward, doing nothing but stroking her still-trembling body. It was clear this would have to continue. But not today.
“Try to come by ours tomorrow,” my sister said quietly, when she returned from the bathroom.
She kissed me on the mouth, and for the first time I discovered what it was like to kiss my own sister. Her deep kiss — her tongue moving into my mouth, playfully sparring with mine — ran through me like an electric current. It was intensely arousing. When she finally pulled away, we heard my wife’s voice from the hallway.
“Darling, I’m home!” she called out cheerfully, and my sister and I went out together to greet her.
