[06-01] Kane's Incest

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I'm 14 years old, and like all 14-year-old boys, my mind is only on one thing...sex!

Everything I see seems to be hinting at this: the TV is full of half-naked girls, and it's the same
in magazines , at school, and everywhere else; especially
the girls in miniskirts at school, showing off their breasts, it really makes me itch; and the girls walking on the street are all vying for
attention, wearing all sorts of sexy clothes to see who can attract the most boys. Because of this, I have to masturbate at least twice a day
to relieve my lust.

Last weekend, I sneaked into a lounge to masturbate, and to avoid getting my pants dirty, I took them
off. It felt amazing! Although I felt a little disappointed afterward. I've even talked about this with my sister.

My sister Karen is 15 years old and has a really hot body! She has brown hair and brown
eyes, and 34-inch breasts (I only found out by secretly looking through her bra). The most beautiful part of her body
was her legs. Because she was the same height as me, her shapely legs were always
subtly revealed . She looked at me like any older sister would look at a younger brother (which was really hurtful), but that
didn't bother me; I always loved to cling to her.

One evening, we were both watching TV. She sat in a
chair at her, and as usual, her skirt was pulled up very high, and her knees were spread apart. From my
angle, I could see the shadow of her panties underneath her skirt, and my penis immediately became hard, even though
I had masturbated an hour earlier.

Finally, without thinking, I blurted out, "Have you ever been a slut?" I asked.

She looked at me with disdain, as if to say that only an idiot would ask such a question. Then, when
she saw the hurt look on my face, she realized I was serious and really wanted an answer.

“Hmm, I think maybe,” she said. “But girls usually don’t feel the same way as boys. That
’s what my boyfriend told me.”

I was sure she wasn’t entirely sure either, but I knew how intense boys’ needs were.

“Hmm… all the boys have told me that when I’m with them, they want to get me
excited .”

“So, you… have you ever done it with boys?” I stammered.

“No!” she exclaimed vehemently, then calmed down for a moment before continuing, “But I’ve
thought about it . I let two boys touch my breasts through my bra, and one of them even put his hand inside my
skirt, but I wouldn’t let them go any further. They kept wanting me to give them a handjob, and they even wanted to put
their hard penises in my mouth or inside me, but I wouldn’t let them do that.”

“Did that make you want to seduce?” I asked.

“Sometimes!” she replied. “Only one boy touched me there through his pants, and it felt pretty good.
He took my hand and put it on something hard, and that’s when I realized he had pulled down his pants and taken out his penis
, and what I was holding was his penis. He wanted me to give him a handjob so he could ejaculate, but
I didn’t want to. He took care of it himself and then took me home. I think I was horny that night;
when I got into bed, I masturbated and came.”

She looked at me. “Have you masturbated?”

My face turned bright red. “Of course I have, at least twice a day.”

Then I changed the subject, telling her I had never seen or touched naked breasts. Only
once, I put my hand under a girl’s skirt, but she ran away;
that . Karen looked at me with a hint of pity.

“Yes,” she said, “girls can be wild sometimes, but they’re young and timid. I think
they’ll be less afraid once they grow up.”

“Maybe,” I said, “but until then, they have to take care of themselves.”

She smiled, amusement in her eyes, then turned her gaze back to the television. We didn’t
talk about that again that night.

A week passed, and nothing happened. I still masturbated twice a day, sometimes in the school
lounge .

During math class, I sat next to Cheryl, the school’s cheerleader, who was quite
popular. She had blonde hair, always had a charming smile, and a very hot figure. When I sat
at my desk doing my homework, I always felt a little expectant because Cheryl always sat there lazily, her legs wide apart
. I would occasionally steal glances at her beautiful legs, and I could even see her white panties! I dare say, sometimes
I could even clearly see golden pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties. I stared blankly for several minutes before
realizing she was looking at me too. My face flushed instantly, and I wished there was a hole in the ground I could disappear into. But
she just smiled at me, neither pulling down her skirt nor closing her legs.

After class, I approached her and asked if I could come out with her for a bit. She looked around, then
stared at my rock-hard penis, and said nothing. She carefully observed to make sure no one was in the classroom before
pulling up her skirt to show me her panties nestled between her buttocks. My God, Cheryl's ass was
beautiful! But she only let me look, without coming out with me. I was at a loss and had to go to
the lounge . This made me five minutes late for the next class, but I was already burning with desire and couldn't stop.

Two days later, Karen and I were alone at home again. She asked if I had resolved the issue, and I told her about my
affair with Cheryl. She shook her head and sighed for me.

A playful expression crossed her face, and she asked, "You really like legs that much...
and sexy lingerie, right?"

I nodded.

"When was the last time you masturbated?"

I blushed and told her I'd masturbated as soon as I woke up.

"Wait here," she said, running upstairs.

When she came down, she was only wearing a long bathrobe. "You have to swear to me you'll keep our
secret," she said.

I nodded, then watched curiously as she pulled open the bathrobe. Underneath, she
wore incredibly sexy lingerie, like a woman from *The Penthouse*, with black stockings covering her long legs.
Two-thirds of her body was covered by two sexy black lace garter belts. Underneath was a tiny black thong
, barely covering her pubic area; the transparent lingerie made me stare intently at her beautiful curves.
She wore only a black bra on her upper body, just like her transparent thong, and I could even see
her erect nipples, as if they might burst out at any moment. I was so surprised my jaw almost dropped.

"Remember, you swore not to tell anyone," she warned me. "Do you think this is sexy?"

"Yes, very sexy!" I answered. "But why?"

"Okay," she said, "I want to hear some precise opinions before letting others see."

She fully opened her bathrobe and stood before me. I noticed she was wearing high heels, which
made her appear taller and her legs even longer. When she turned around, I saw that her panties barely
covered the back of her body; except for a thin strap tucked between her buttocks, her back was practically naked.

My hand reached between her legs, forcefully stroking my penis through her pants. "You," she
whispered , "can take your penis out and masturbate while watching me? I won't mind."

I was so excited I forgot my embarrassment and impatiently unbuttoned my jeans, pulling
out my seven-inch penis. Her eyes widened at the sight of my penis. As I vigorously stroked it,
she simply stood there smiling, her legs spread.

My movements quickened, and she said, "Maybe we can go to the bathroom, so you don't get
it ."

I slowed down, letting her lead me downstairs to the bathroom. She turned on the light and watched me masturbate in front of
the bathtub . The bathroom was a bit cramped for two people. I could even feel her breasts pressing against my
arms , and her shapely buttocks against my legs. I really wanted to take off my pants so my legs and her buttocks
could touch.

Her attention was focused on my penis, carefully observing me as I moved it up and down. To get a
better , she even bent over, her breasts seemingly about to burst out of her thin bra.
My testicles were already full of ready-to-go semen… and then, ah… my penis violently ejaculated a large amount
of semen, splashing it all into the bathtub, followed by several more ejaculations. I swayed as if all my strength had been
used , and Karen supported me with her body until the last few drops of semen flowed out.

She smiled and rubbed my back up and down with her hands. “Feeling better?” she asked kindly. I
just nodded weakly. She giggled, reached down, dipped her finger in
the last , and, under my shocked gaze, put it in her mouth.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked breathlessly.

She laughed: "Maybe one day I'll be sucking a boy's penis, so I wanted to taste
what semen tastes like."

"Huh?" I was stunned.

"Hmm...not too bad, it tastes alright!" She leaned down, looked at my shrunken penis,
which still had some semen residue, took a towel, wiped it clean, and carefully put it in my
pants. I zipped up my pants, opened the door, and as she came out, she straightened her half-naked
body .

When we returned to the living room, she picked up her bathrobe: "Damn it, now you've made me want to seduce you!"

I smiled mischievously: "Okay, that's fair... why don't you masturbate?"

She thought for a moment and said, "You have to swear that if I let you see, you can't touch me,
okay ?"

I swore loudly, of course, and then we went to her bedroom together. Just as we went in, she closed
and locked the door, warning me again not to tell anyone what had happened that day, and to
remember my vow not to touch her.

I assured her I would keep it to myself, wouldn't tell anyone, and wouldn't touch her. She
was satisfied, then climbed onto the bed and lay on her back, spreading her knees wide. Now I could
clearly see the obvious dark shape of her labia beneath her panties. She loosened her bra, revealing her completely
bare breasts. They weren't large, nothing like the women in "The Penthouse," but they
stood exceptionally firm on her chest, and looked incredibly soft and tempting. I wanted to bury my face
between those peaks.

Her nipples hardened, looking about an inch high. I watched as she squeezed her
breasts with her hands, then pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. She groaned, and I thought she was hurt.
She straightened her nipples, pulling them away from her breasts, then released them, letting them go back in.
She repeated this several times, each time groaning louder and her nipples harder.

She kept writhing her hips on the bed, one hand sliding down her flat stomach, reaching between her legs,
and then rubbing the flesh beneath her mons pubis forcefully back and forth. I moved between her legs to see
what was happening. Her labia were faintly visible, and seemed swollen and slightly parted,
with a wet patch near the parted vulva.

Her fingers slid above her panties, slowly moving within the dark forest. Her breathing became heavy,
her face flushed. Her fingers roamed above the cleft, and I watched them sink between her labia, touching her most
sensitive spot. She gasped, twisting her hips violently.

Her fingers moved downwards, sinking again between her swollen labia, this time seemingly deeper, reaching her
first knuckle. She gasped loudly, her fingers alternating as they probed inside her, stirring vigorously
, before withdrawing after becoming coated in her juices.

I asked if she could take off her panties, and she replied that I could take them off myself if I wanted.
I remembered my promise not to touch her, but my penis was so hard; I desperately wanted to see there,
not through her panties.

I carefully pulled down her panties, trying my best not to touch her. Surprisingly, she
arched the panties were off her bottom, I pulled them
down to her feet, feeling her smooth thighs encased in stockings. I completely removed her panties
and moved them between her legs to examine them.

I could tell she was incredibly excited, and my penis seemed to be getting even harder. Her middle finger was now
fully inside, while her thumb continued to lightly touch her clitoris. My hand reached down to my crotch, gripping my
rock-hard penis through my pants. She was breathing heavily, her buttocks throbbing violently on the bed.

Suddenly, she screamed, arching her back on the bed, her body trembling wildly, her fingers
digging her own flesh. She seemed frozen, completely still. Slowly, her back returned to
the bed, and she let out a satisfied sigh.

She lay there with her eyes closed for several minutes, then a satisfied smile appeared on her face. "Ugh..." she gasped
, "I came, it felt so good! Knowing you were watching made me even more excited
." A lingering smile remained on her face.

She withdrew her finger from her tender flesh. "Want to try it?" she teased me. "Maybe one day you
'll want try it too. Now you have a chance to see if you like it."

I looked at her finger. "Hmm, can I use my own finger?"

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I've touched you with my hand before, but you can only use your finger...
um, and don't go too deep!"

I eagerly pounced on her dripping wet flesh. She grabbed my hand and reminded me, "Only
one finger!" I smiled and extended my index finger, slowly sliding it into her cleft. It was so soft and felt like
it was being sucked in. I was very curious about this feeling.

Slowly, my finger was already more than halfway in. She pulled back a little: "That's enough, don't go any deeper!"
I pulled my finger back and sucked on it hard: "Mmm... your juices taste so sweet."

"Newk," she laughed, "water, you like to eat water!"

"Yes," I replied, "don't you like to eat my semen too?"

"Alright, alright, we're even." She jumped off the bed, heading to the bathroom: "I need to
wash these dirty hands." As I stood up, she noticed the large tent in my crotch. "You'd better
come too," she smiled, "to get everything sorted out."

So we squeezed into her bathroom, which was even smaller than the one downstairs. I really wanted to
take off all my clothes, because we were practically crammed together in the bathroom. I unzipped my pants,
freeing , and then looked her up and down. She was still half-naked, wearing only stockings,
garter belts, and high heels, but to me, this half-nakedness was more exciting than full-nakedness.

My hand began to stroke my penis, and I remembered her orgasm. Suddenly, she grabbed my
waist, stopping me. "Can I help you?" she pleaded. "Please.

" "On one condition," I replied.

"What condition?" she asked cautiously.

“You can play with my cock… but you have to tell me one thing. I’ve seen you put your fingers
inside , and I can understand that, it’s like a boy’s cock is fucking you; but you’ve spent a lot of
time touching the top of your head, and I don’t understand that.”

She thought for a moment, stepped over the bathtub, put her legs on the edge, and spread them wide: “I’ll be embarrassed
.” As she parted her labia with her fingers, I told her it was very exciting, which seemed to
please her, and then she began to explain to me.

“There are some very sensitive spots inside me, actually, they’re really amazing, but it’s just a
small area.” She pointed to a small bump at the tip of her labia. “This little bump is my
clitoris , also called the clitoral hood, just like your glans. It’s very sensitive.”

As she spoke, she touched the bump, and I saw it grow larger, like my penis getting hard. “It’s very
sensitive; if you press too hard or too vigorously, it will disappear.” She pressed down hard on her
clitoris , and I observed it shrink back, just like my penis after ejaculation.

“You have to be especially careful,” she continued, “the inside is very delicate.”

She jumped out of the bathtub, staring at my penis with intense desire. As I watched her play with her
clitoris, I never stopped stroking my penis, and now I was on the verge of ejaculation. I pulled my hand away, letting
her still-slick with moisture grasp my shaft. I had to concentrate, lest she
ejaculate too soon after my caresses; I wanted to play a little longer.

At first, her movements were very clumsy. I took her hand and showed her the appropriate frequency for
stroking. She quickly learned and became very absorbed in playing with my penis.

Seeing me staring intently at her breasts, she said knowingly, "Okay, you can touch them, but
remember not to be too rough."

I reached over, one in each hand. They were as soft as I had imagined. I gently squeezed
them , just as I had seen her do, gently pinching her nipples. Her moans
were exactly the same as when she touched herself. Being able to touch her breasts excited me even more; I felt hot semen
gushing from my penis.

"Oh… I did it!" she cheered.

Yes, she did a good job; my toes curled with excitement. When I opened my eyes again, she
was already laughing heartily, and I had a feeling she had ulterior motives.

A large amount of semen shot onto her mirror, and some landed on the faucet. She looked at me
and giggled, then helped me clean up. After we cleaned up everything, we returned to her room. There, we swore again not to tell anyone. I zipped up my pants and walked back to my own room,
very satisfied . For two weeks, we didn't mention it again. One night, Karen came home from a date. I was lying in bed watching TV when there was a knock on the door . "Come in," I whispered, not wanting to wake my parents. The door opened, and Karen stood there smiling. She was wearing a tight blue dress that looked like a second skin, very sexy, and her nipples were erect; I even doubted if she was wearing a bra . "I want to tell you," she said somewhat urgently, "that tonight I'm giving a boy a handjob for the first time... and it's never been before you ."

“That sounds amazing,” I replied. “Tell me about it!”

“Okay,” she began to tell me.

"We parked the car by a lake and spent an hour being affectionate there. The boy, like you,
really liked my legs. I kept moving them, and I'm sure he peeked at my underwear at least twice because my
skirt kept lifting up when I moved. He touched my breasts several times through my tight skirt, then gently
squeezed them , and I enjoyed it. I could even feel his
hard penis pressing against my leg, so I reached down and caressed his penis.

When I touched his penis, he jumped up, which I think was probably unexpected! He
put my knees, pressing down on me, trying to move me away. I slowly lifted my legs, letting his penis press
against them, and he became even more excited, thrusting his penis forcefully in and out of my hands, his breathing becoming faster."

Sometimes I'd spread my legs a little wider, and his hand would move upwards until it touched the edge of my underwear. Then he'd go
crazy, telling me how much he wanted to touch, eat, and fuck me. Okay, I'd spread my legs a little wider
so his fingers could just touch my crotch. I was wet there, and I knew he knew that too.

Then my actions surprised him. I unzipped his pants and reached inside to play with his erect
penis . He was so happy he almost passed out, dazed and confused. I gripped his penis and vigorously stroked
it, just like you taught me. He was so excited he even forgot to touch me.

After ejaculating about four times, he was completely dazed and sat slumped in his seat. When he recovered
, he was all smiles, and without even cleaning the semen from his pants, he put his penis back in and
drove me home. "Oh dear! I hope his mother doesn't find those semen-soaked panties."

She told me this story with great excitement, but I couldn't hear a word she said.
Several times while she was speaking, I caught glimpses of her light blue panties under her skirt as she sat by my bed, and my penis
began to harden like a rock. She finally noticed my unusual behavior, pulled back the covers, and I saw that
strange expression flash across her eyes again.

"Oh?" she said. "I was just talking about him, but I don't want to now at all. Do you
remember what happened two weeks ago? You said my juices tasted sweet, right? Do you want to... oh...
that... can you... can you... oh... want to... oh..."

Before she could finish, I pulled her onto the bed, flipped up her tight skirt, revealing her light blue
bikini set. I could see the wet marks between her legs. I pulled down her panties and spread her legs, then
leaned down and thrust into her juicy flesh.

She screamed. I just hoped my parents wouldn't hear. I remembered she had told me about her clitoris last time,
so I immediately licked her vulva several times, then used my hands to spread it open. I
immediately saw her clitoris and noticed it was hard and erect. I licked around it, hearing her cry
out in pleasure. I stimulated her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, hoping my movements weren't too rough. She breathed wildly
, pressing my head down tightly with her hands, bringing my mouth closer to her slightly parted vulva.

I took her erect clitoris into my lips, gently licking and sucking. She was ecstatic, her hips
twisting wildly, making it difficult for me to aim. I sucked harder, her clitoris hardening further.
My tongue darted rapidly across her clitoris, while my fingers penetrated deep into her wet, warm opening. She arched her hips
and cried out, her whole body trembling like an earthquake. Finally, she calmed down and lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

I kissed her vulva several times, then withdrew my fingers. She remained motionless, slowly opening
her eyes, tears of joy streaming down her face. I apologized to her for my recklessness, but she covered my mouth with her hand: "This
is the happiest, most unbelievable, most wonderful experience of my life! Don't say anything more, just lie
there and let me thank you properly."

She knelt on the bed, throwing the blankets aside, exposing my erection. After looking at it for a while, she
grasped the base of my penis, lowered her head, and brought her mouth close to the head. I felt as if a breeze was blowing across my shaft; the
feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

My own sister was actually sucking my penis! The feeling was indescribable. Her warm, moist mouth enveloped
my erect penis, sliding up and down, her tongue frantically entwining around the shaft. I thrust my hips forward, wanting
my penis to penetrate deeper.

A surge of intense pleasure rose from my toes, starting as numbness, then turning into a trembling sensation that coursed through my spine
like being struck by lightning. "Ah... I'm coming!" Hot semen poured down my sister
's throat, feeling like it had lasted for hours, but I think it was only a second. I heard Karen
swallowing my semen greedily, eating and eating until I ejaculated the last drop.

I was dazed for several minutes. She spat out my limp penis, pressed herself against me, and gave me a deep,
wet kiss. I tasted something salty; that was the taste of my semen remaining in her mouth.

"Sleep well tonight, silly," she whispered, quietly leaving my room.

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