At first, I was a little intimidated by what my sister had told me. I could see that what my father had done was not right, and I understood why my mother had decided to kill my father. I could also see that there wouldn't be any point in trying to "avenge" my father's death. I still loved my mother and my sister.

It seemed interesting that my sister, or my mother, didn't insist that the box of tapes and stuff be destroyed. It was, after all, not only evidence that my father had abused my sister, but also motive for murder. I wondered if maybe my mother had forgotten about it, or not considered how important it might be. At any rate, it was mine now. And I spent a lot of time "reviewing the contents."

I admit that I spent most of my time viewing the tapes with my sister and father in them. I missed my father, and no matter how much I watched the tapes, I couldn't believe what he did with my sister. Being 13, I was also mesmerized by the sex. I confess that I jacked-off while watching the tapes, or reading the magazines. Maybe it seems weird to jack-off while watching your sister and father have sex, but it turned me on. I even began to think of my sister as sexy. Of course, I never told her that. If I did, I thought I might end up dead. Well, the whole thing was just kind of scary.

Maybe I was trying to get closer to my father. I don't know. I would watch the tapes and masturbate and whenever my father came, I would try to come too. Like it was me instead of him. Pretty weird I guess.

One day, though, I was in the attic, watching a tape from about three years ago. I got real comfortable, pulled my pants down to about my knees, and got into the action. The tape showed my sister sucking my father's cock and stroking it with both hands. She was about 6 years old then and she really seemed to be working to make him cum. He was seated in a chair and she was on her knees. I started stroking harder expecting to cum in her mouth -- I mean I expected my father to cum in her mouth and I was just going to cum. Well, you understand. Anyway, she stopped sucking and stood up. My father rearranged the chair so that it was facing the camera. My sister then sat on his lap with his cock between her legs. She started to rub her hairless cunt on his cock while holding the head with her hands. My father was also humping and he was really hard!

"Can I watch too?" I heard from behind me.

"Shit! Don't you knock?" I stood up to pull my pants up and immediately hit my head on a rafter. The pain was intense and momentarily distracted me from covering myself. I held my head and just sat back down again. There wasn't much reason to cover anyway since she had seen everything.

She came and sat down next to me. I was about to object because I hadn't said she could sit down, but before I could speak she reached over and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. Her eyes were glued to the screen (I had actually found a real projection screen in the attic by then) so I just sat in amazement for a moment. I saw no reason to stop her, so I started watching the screen too. My father's cock was sticking up straight and I could see my sister's hairless pussylips rubbing on either side. The combination of the visual of my sister stroking my father's cock and the sensation of her hand stroking mine was too much. My father started cumming on the screen and it shot all over her flat chest, her belly, and even a squirt onto her face which started dripping cum even as the final squirts oozed over her hands. I started cumming too, and I squirted all over myself. Even though my shirt was pulled up above my belly button, it got messed up too. I just about passed out from the exquisite sensation, but my sister leaned over and put her mouth on my cock and kept stroking. She leaned her head on my belly which was totally splattered with cum, and just kept sucking and stroking.

Well, needless to say, I didn't go soft. I could feel everything she was doing, but I couldn't see anything but the back of her head, so I watched the film some more. Evidently, she was watching the screen too as she sucked and stroked my still hard penis.

On the screen, my sister was playing with my father's cum. She rubbed her belly with it until it was completely slick and shiny and then started licking her fingers. She took my father's cock and milked some more out of the end, then scooped it up and put it into her mouth with her thumb and forefinger. Then she started stroking him again, lubricated with his cum and looked directly into the camera -- at me. Her hands, her real hands, stroking my lubricated cock while her mouth covered the head of my penis, must have felt the same to my father. Even though I had just cum a short while ago, I knew I was reaching the point where I would cum again soon.

"I'm going to cum," I warned, but to no avail. Her movements continued deliberately, regularly, and without any indication that she cared. So I came in her mouth. Maybe not much, but it sure felt like a hell of a lot.

She sat up and I could see my cum smeared over the side of her face that had been laying on my belly. I was going to thank her, but she just stared at the screen until it went blank and the tape ended. Without looking at me, she just turned and left.

I didn't know what to think. What if my mother saw that cum on her face? Why was she acting so weird? If sex with my father was so bad, why did she make me cum -- twice?

Downstairs, at supper, you wouldn't have thought that there was anything different. She had washed her face and was her usual perky self. We talked about ordinary things and it was as though our little interlude in the attic had never happened. Of course, I never suspected anything was happening between her and my father before he, um, died. Consequently, I didn't feel all that comfortable despite my pretenses.

My sister wouldn't talk about it. When I would bring up the subject and we were in private, she just wouldn't talk to me. She wasn't angry (that I could tell), but she would clam up or change the subject. She wasn't chilly towards me. She just wouldn't discuss anything to do with that.

It didn't stop her from "visiting" me in the attic though. She didn't ever knock, but I just stopped worrying about what she saw. I would just check to be sure my mother wasn't the one looking over my shoulder. Fortunately, that never happened.

Sometimes she would just watch the films or look through the magazines. If I had a hardon (which I did most of the time) she either watched me masturbate (rarely) or helped me, mostly with her hand, but sometimes with her mouth.

One day, something really different happened. I was doing my usual one handed jackoff while watching one of the 8mm films with my sister and father when my sister walked in. I knew she was there -- we even exchanged glances -- but she just stood for a while. I thought she was just going to watch the film, so I ignored her. Then suddenly, she walked over and stood in front of the screen. She was completely naked. She evidently hadn't been standing still. For a moment, the movie was projected onto her naked body. There was my naked sister on film sucking my father, the image projected onto my naked sister in real life. It nearly blew my mind.

Then she stepped towards me, and started to straddle me. My dick was as hard as it had ever been and it was looking like she was going to sit on it, but then she sat with my dick between her legs. She looked up at me with a blank stare and said, "Daddy was right. It didn't hurt after the first time."

Before I could even think of responding, she lifted up, moved over my cock, and impaled herself as deep as I could go. I fucking couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe it would fit, either, but there it was. And Oh! the sensation of warmth, moisture, enveloping my cock. It was like I had been waiting my whole life for that moment.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned forward. Our bodies were in contact, but I still had a shirt on. She started to move up and down on my cock and her face was pressed against my neck. Oh, my God! My virginity was gone. I had lost it to my 9 year old sister. How ironic.

I could hardly focus on the screen, but my sister was lying on her back and my father had straddled her chest. He was stroking his cock, obviously intending to cum on her face, and she was looking up into his eyes (which were off screen). As the first squirts left my father's cock and landed on my sister's wincing face on screen, I shot into her warm smooth vagina repeatedly for real. When I stopped cumming (and apparently I was groaning as well), my sister stopped moving. On screen, her face was covered with cum. Even her eyes. My father leaned forward and inserted his still hard and dripping cock into her mouth.

Suddenly, she started sobbing into my neck. Her naked back bucked with each sob and I could feel her cunt tighten around my cock as well. I stroked her bare back trying to comfort her, but I realized that my 9 year old sister had just been fucked by her older brother. I was beginning to feel guilty when she cried out, "I miss my Daddy!" and then continued to sob relentlessly.

The tape ran out and the machine started clicking loudly, but I just ignored it. My sister and I stayed there for several minutes, body to body, my cock in her cunt, and her crying. Her sobs turned to whimpers and then to silent tears. It wasn't long before she began to breathe deeply and relax totally in my arms.

My cock went soft, but her cunt was so tight that it stayed in place, held there by a vacuum it would appear. We slept like that while the machine went on clicking.

My sister awoke with a start, and that woke me up as well. We looked at one another for a moment, face to face, and then she gave me a rather chaste kiss on the lips before rising. My cock pulled out with a plop, followed by a wad of cum, and she stood, still leaking cum down the inside of her thighs. I watched as she dressed before I pulled my pants up, turned off the projector, and went downstairs.

It was that night that she entered my bedroom after lights-out. She was wearing a more or less shear pink gown and panties which showed her flat chest and generally shapeless figure, but she looked radiant nonetheless. She silently slipped into my bed (it was made for one) and lay with her arm around me, her thigh on mine - and then went to sleep. With her head cradled against my shoulder, I put my hand on her butt. I could feel the curves easily through the thin fabric, but I didn't rub or "explore." I didn't think I was going to sleep at all, but I apparently did because in the morning she was gone.

One day, I went upstairs and found that the box was gone. The projector and screen were still there, but no sign of the box or its contents. I was wandering around the attic aimlessly, looking for some trace of it, but I realized that my mother, or possibly my sister, had finally disposed of it. I finally sat down next to the projector and gave up.

I was rather depressed and self-absorbed at that moment, but I looked up to see my sister. As she looked around, I realized she had not been aware of the disappearance of the box. Instead of sitting down or leaving however, she went to a far corner of the attic and rummaged around until she brought out a machine. It was an 8mm video recorder still attached to a tripod. Wordlessly, she set it down and went back to that part of the attic, returning with several canisters of tape -unmarked, and presumably unused.

Expertly, she set the camera up, put the film in, and turned it on. And then she took off all her clothes and tossed them aside. She then walked over to me and said, "You need to get naked." She helped me undress and then we were both totally nude. It was an exhilarating experience.

She turned the camera towards me and started the film and then walked back over to me, lay down and started massaging my already almost hard cock. She moved her head over my abdomen and put my cock into her mouth and proceeded to suck and slurp. Her face was towards the camera, but it seemed she was looking at it. My attention, however, was focused on the sensation of her hand and mouth.

Suddenly, she rose and straddled me so that we were both facing the camera. She reached between her legs and grasped my cock, guiding it to her cunt, and then sat down on it forcing it into her tight, warm and moist vagina. She began to move up and down, slowly taking more and more into her cunt with each downward motion. She settled into a rhythm and I noticed she was staring into the camera.

I was just enjoying the sensations, but then she said softly and unemotionally, "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little girl."

I considered saying, "Hey, I'm not our father!" but I didn't. I just let her go on fucking me. I guessed she was reliving her sessions with our father and I guessed that was her way of dealing with his death. Maybe she felt guilty. Hell, at the moment, I really didn't care -- I was about to cum.

And cum I did. I came so much it started oozing around my cock, coating her cuntlips with globs of cum as she continued to move up and down. She finally lifted up and the cum spurted and dripped onto my cock and lower abdomen, but then she continued to straddle me while she moved her cunt upwards on my body. I was soon looking at her hairless cunt oozing my cum as it dripped onto my neck. "Lick me, Daddy. Lick your cum from your little girls cunt," she commanded softly and without any apparent emotion, so I started licking her between the labia and getting gobs of cum in my mouth -which I swallowed.

Meanwhile, she licked my cock clean and put it in her mouth again. She started to move her whole body so that it was difficult to keep my mouth on her cunt, but my cock was going deep into her throat. This was something I didn't even know she could do. Even with my cock so deep into her throat that her chin was against my pubis, she never slowed her motions. I couldn't tell, but I would be willing to bet she was staring at the camera. It wasn't long before I came again, down her throat and into her stomach. And she didn't stop moving, or gag, or give any outward indication that she knew I had cum.

Not that I cared. Even after cumming twice I was still hard. My cock was quite sensitive at that point, but what the hell, her throat was smooth.

Finally, she took my cock all the way in and just stopped. I don't think she was breathing, so I got worried after a while. Finally, she went limp and I pulled my cock out of her throat and rolled her over onto her back. Her face was slightly bluish, but as I looked, she started to breathe again, and so did I -- a sigh of relief. The camera was still filming our actions, so as soon as I was sure she wouldn't suffocate, I turned it off.

My sister just lay there for a while. Part of me wanted to just fuck her again. She had already let me (or fucked me) and she wouldn't know if I did anyway.

Well, that part of me won out. I was still hard from before and the sight of her laid out naked on the floor of the attic was extremely erotic. When I parted her legs, there was still cum even after all my licking, but I didn't really care. I put my cock at the opening and slid in easily. Oh, it was tight, but so well lubricated that I went all the way in with one push. Her legs were floppy, but I wrapped them around my thighs and started humping. I lifted up so that I could see my cock going in and out of her cunt and the sight plus the sensations made me cum one more time.

When I was done, I pulled out and sat back. Her legs were widely spread and my cum, less than before, continued to ooze out and formed a puddle on the floor. Partly to cover my action, but mostly because I wanted another taste, I licked the hairless cunt and my cum until it was clean. I found an old rag and wiped up the excess and then sat with her until she started to come around.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked first.

"I'll tell you when you tell me what just happened," I replied.

"I don't know what happened. I just came up here to look around. Why are you naked?"

That struck me as a weird question since she had undressed me, but I was beginning to think that she had been in some kind of trance, or that the lack of oxygen had affected her memory. I decided to try the honest approach.

"You came up here, took off your clothes, took off my clothes, turned on the camera and fucked my brains out. Remember now?"

Tears formed in her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks as she sat silently looking at the floor. "I'm nothing but a slut. I was Daddy's slut for so long, and I guess I still am. I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess. I didn't mean--"

"Now wait just a minute! I wasn't dragged, I went willingly. And you're not a slut. You're my sister and I love you. Nothing you could do would change that. I was worried because you were calling me 'Daddy.' Well, I'm not Daddy."

Despite her sudden bashfulness about her (and my?) nakedness, she turned to me and put her arms around my neck and hugged me. Although it may have been the wrong moment, I couldn't stop my penis from getting another erection. It was like it had a mind of its own. Holding her there, at that moment, I was the closest I had ever been to my sister; perhaps not physically, but emotionally. Physically it wasn't bad either.

Without looking at me, she started talking. "Daddy and I did things for as long as I can remember. I mostly didn't mind, but he would do things without asking -- like he wasn't really thinking of me but just sex. I liked making him cum. It made me feel powerful that I could do things that made him feel so good. And he made me feel good too sometimes.

"I guess I really miss him. And I miss the things we did sometimes. Well, not all of it, but most of it. Kind of like now. I like being close to you, and I liked being close to Daddy. I didn't mean to make you do things to me, but I just needed -- something."

She tilted her head back and looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you for being my brother."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Maybe this was the time to go back to being just brother and sister. Maybe I should kiss her. But she pulled away before I did anything.

As she pulled away, she looked down at my still rigid pecker. Then she looked back up at my face. "Do you want me?" she asked as her hand found my cock.

I closed my eyes, trying to find the strength to resist, but I couldn't. It wasn't there. "Oh, God, yesss! I do want you." I thought about qualifying that by saying that we didn't have to do anything, but...

The shock of the warm moisture of her mouth on my cock made me open my eyes and what I saw nearly made me cum. Her cute face was wrapped around my cock as she lay on her side. One leg was up and one of her hands was rubbing her cuntlips. There was nothing I could say. This really was my sister sucking my cock. She wasn't using me to satisfy some fantasy. She wanted to satisfy me!

The urge to come got stronger and was reaching a critical level, so I decided I'd better warn her. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

Her motions became even more vigorous; my cock went deeper into her mouth and her rhythm picked up. This was the last straw -- I had to cum and there was no holding back.

As the first squirts of my orgasm entered her mouth and throat, there was no change in her pace. She just kept sucking and sucking until I was completely through cumming. She raised her head slowly and my cock plopped back down onto my lower abdomen. She licked it along it's length and then licked her lips before looking up.

"If you want," she said, "we can do this again anytime. Maybe we could even try some different stuff. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it. OK?"

"Sure, sis," I answered. My imagination was soaring, but this was no dream. I could see that there were infinite possibilities and I wanted it all. For a horny 13 year old boy, this was the impossible dream cum true.

I could hardly wait for next time, but for now we put on our clothes and went back downstairs. Tomorrow wouldn't come soon enough.