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Subject: {ASSM} Static Cling (Mf, inc, ft) by Project Leader
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Static Cling by Project Leader (projleader996@hotmail.com)
(Mf, inc, ft)

This is a depraved work of fiction for adults only. If you include
this story on a pay-site or private site, please send me a password!

Summery: Sexual tension between a brother and sister overheats when
she decides to her panties to get revenge for a lusty dream.

-  -  -

Keri realized she was dreaming when pubic hair started tickling her
nose. Alarms rang through her head... She was dreaming she had a
mouthful of her brother's dick.

Astonishingly, the absurdity of her dream wasn't enough to wake the
sixteen-year-old. Pulling away, she looked up to see her brother
Josh's blank stare looking down on her. I have to say something,
something smart, she thought. As she opened her mouth to make a
cutting jibe, powerful hands grasped the back of her head. Her
brother's uncut member, shiny with saliva and pre-come, loomed in her
face and inched toward her frozen mouth.

That woke her up. The sudden jump from her depraved dream world to the
reality of her yellow and white, pink and flannel existence
disoriented her. A mix of emotions made a play for her attention and
it overwhelmed her. `Oh my god, where the hell did that come from?'
she thought, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest. She thought
of dreams as being connected to unconscious fears or desires. But...

She wasn't worried about secretly being afraid or attracted to her
brother. She was mad... Mad that he had the upper hand. He had turned
her into a fuck-toy, and she had liked it.

When she was much younger, her mother had to explain why her dog
needed to be fixed. "She's in heat," the blonde beauty explained to
her young daughter. "She doesn't know what she's doing, she can't help
it." A new fear was born in her, the fear that someday she too would
go into heat. Someday she would be devoid of reason, just a panting
dog desperate for sexual satisfaction.

Even awake she could still almost feel pubic hair on her face and his
large hands gripping the back of her head. She turned over and buried
her head in her pillows. It was as if she could even smell him.

She could smell him. Wait a minute...

Her feminine psyche quickly whipped up a scenario: He must have been
whacking off in her bed! The thought of him feverously pounding his
pud surrounded by her stuffed animals rocked her imagination.
Chillingly, the intensity of his perversion in her fantasy was met by
a mysterious feeling of pride. Her brain, already in overdrive from
her dreamy escapades, churned out pictures of her brother, overcome
with lust, going through her clothes, getting between her sheets, and
spankin' the monkey while deeply inhaling her scent. She sat up, put
her knees together tight, and clutched them to her chest.

"That fucker!"

Hold on, she thought. `Reality check' time. That just isn't Josh, she
thought. Guys like him? Water polo team? Dumb jock, girlfriends,
quiet, withdrawn... They aren't perverts. Right?

He was cut from the same cloth that his sister was, a blonde-haired
blue-eyed perfect genetic specimen. He had always been an athlete
without much to say, and the girls he went out with didn't have much
going on upstairs. Their mother had left them abruptly and cruelly,
and her sudden exit from their lives had shaken him.

He never got too close to anyone or kept a girlfriend for very long.
He's just like dad, she thought coldly. Distant. Could that have made
him some kind of deviant?

To add to their distance, when Keri started developing physically, she
became painfully self-conscious around her brother. Her mind would
play tricks on her. She always thought he was looking at her lustfully
out of the corner of his eye.

A couple of years into her maturity, she realized that she actually
had the upper hand. She discovered could always embarrass the hell out
of him by the slightest brush of her boobs against his arm or by
bending over in a provocative way. She loved to look into his eyes
while doing it. If she put an innocent look on her face and flashed
some leg it would always send him running.

She was lonely, and this was the best family interaction she could
hope for.

Still, she missed the old days when they were buddies. He never
roughhoused or manhandled her like he did when they were kids. She
felt like he thought he was going to break her, even though she was
made out of the same tough material she always was.
 
Her `masturbating in my bed' scenario didn't seem plausible, but she
did still smell him. But how? Her bedding had been washed the pervious
day by the housekeeper!

She inhaled through the pillow again. That's when she had a brain
flash. She pulled a pillowcase off a pillow and found one of her
brother's socks. A dirty sock.

As she smelled it, a strange energy buzzed through her stomach.
Through some twist of fate it hadn't been washed and ended up stuck to
her laundry. The dream was her mind playing tricks on her.

This solved the puzzle, but she wasn't relieved. She was mad. The
sinking feeling in her stomach and the stirring in her sex filled her
with embarrassment. She was aroused.

-  -  -

Normally, an extra large t-shirt was adequate clothing for short trips
around the house in the morning. A `double-XL long' went down to her
knees. Her father was a very early riser and was out the door before
she even thought about getting out of bed. Her mother, of course, had
moved out and was living with her new boyfriend. That left her and her
brother in the huge house alone all day, and she knew she could handle
him.

That is, any morning besides this one. Keri tightly concealed herself
in a thick white bathrobe with a snug knot. She left the protection of
her room with the dirty sock and one thought on her mind: Josh was
going to get it.

She charged down the hallway and threw open the door to his room. She
was hoping for a nude scramble or some kind of drama. To her
frustration, her brother was still out cold. He also sported a huge
boner sticking straight up under his sheets. She clenched her teeth.
His tent-pole, along with the unselfconscious unconscious look on his
face and the hopeless mess his room was in... They mocked her.

Defeated, Keri quietly slinked over to his hamper to get rid of the
wayward sock.

The peculiar set of circumstances had a strange effect on her. She did
something she never would have done otherwise. She saw a dirty t-shirt
in the hamper and she picked it up with both hands. Uncaring that she
would surely be hit with the powerful odor of a used gym shirt, she
deeply inhaled its scent. It smelled gross and wonderful at the same
time. The buzz in her chest got a powerful boost.

She was no virgin, but her limited sexual experience couldn't help her
identify the heavy-duty arousal that felt like lead in the pit of her
stomach and made her fingers and toes tingle. An exciting thought
flashed into her head... She could steal the shirt for the morning and
smell it while masturbating! She could even use the back of her
electric toothbrush to stimulate her clit (a little trick she thought
up in study hall but hadn't tried yet). It would be the dirtiest thing
she had ever done, and it's perversion stoked her fire even more.

"What are you doing?"

Keri audibly gasped. She threw down the shirt and turned to her
brother in a single quick movement. He was sitting up in bed, looking
at her with confusion. His new position hid his erect member but
revealed his bare chest and fine blond chest hair.

She would never tell him in a million years, but his chest reminded
her of Robocop (a movie she hated). She knew it was stupid, but the
link in her head was permanent. It was as if, to her, he was cut out
of steel.

"Have you seen my, uh, towel?" she asked. "Rita mixed up the laundry
yesterday." Keri held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

"No."

Feeling like she was swimming through corn syrup, Keri fought her way
to the door. "Keep your eyes peeled for it." Feeling deeply
embarrassed at her charging arousal, and now frustration, she
struggled to come up with a cutting jab. "Nice morning-wood," she said
with a forced laugh on her way out the door.

-  -  -

For the first time she felt out of place when she returned to her
bedroom. She was sixteen, but her room was still had ample evidence of
a little girl's inhabitance. Toys, Broadway posters, pink and lace
were everywhere. She was young mentally, yet her taste in clothing and
make-up kept her equal in the eyes of her peers.

Her stomach was tied in a sailor's knot. She eyed the door to make
sure it was locked and the window shade to ensure her privacy. She
slowly removed her bathrobe and let it fall to the thick carpet. She
looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

If Hitler wanted a prototype for his master race, Keri could make the
grade. Her skin was perfect, a trait completely lost on the retarded
boys her age. Bones and muscles somehow seemed to disappear under her
amazing skin. Her breasts weren't very large, but they had the
voluptuous shape that women beg doctors for. Her nipples and areole
were perfection, symmetrical, and they always managed to be pointing
in the right direction. It was as if she had been crafted out of the
same material used for those rubber `strech-em-but-you-can't-break-em'
toys her brother had in the past.

Keri looked herself in the eye. This is lust, she thought. He's made
me crazy, I don't like it. Running her hands gently over her smooth
torso, she made a startling discovery. Her arousal had turned her
crotch into a slimy mess and had gotten into the little pubic hair she
allowed herself.

Revenge, she thought. I will have revenge.

-  -  -

All day she laughed to herself. During P.E. she giggled. She smirked
as she jogged home from school. She did aerobics in the basement gym.
No one knew but her that she was wearing the same underwear from the
day before. Before dinner, she went into the downstairs bathroom to
check things out. She put a hand down her pants and then to her nose.
Job well done, she laughed. Her panties were perfect.

She excused herself during dinner and snuck into her brother's room.
She removed the thoroughly used panties and hid them in her brother's
pillowcase, carefully positioning them where his face would be. She
returned to the dinner table without underwear, the denim from her
jeans gently abusing her sensitive flesh.

Sweet dreams, she thought.

-  -  -

Josh was usually good for two or three goes at himself a day, even
when he had a girlfriend. However, that night he hadn't touched
himself at all. In fact, it had been days without any action. It was
playing on his mind. In addition to his dry spell, his sister had
paralyzed him that morning. It was messing with his head.

Late that night he dreamt of a woman nursing a baby in a shopping
mall, her huge tits in plain view. He partially awoke when the dream
woman screamed, "what are you looking at!" and shoved a pacifier in
his mouth. He dreamt of being a young child outdoors in a park,
watching naked pre-pubescent girls urinate onto the flowers with huge
smiles on their faces.

After hours of restless sleep, he was sucked into the darkest dream of
all. It was a recreation of an event that haunted him every time he
thought about sex.

He dreamt about the time he was fifteen and his family was on vacation
in Montana. It was raining ferociously. Thunder shook the small cabin
they were staying in. His parents had the only bedroom, and the
brother and sister were stuck in the living room with the couch and a
cot.

The storm raged through the night. After a few hours of his sister
being brave, Josh heard quiet crying from her sleeping bag. Even
though she was thirteen, she was terrified by the storm.

At that point in their lives Josh was still her buddy, play partner,
and best friend. He offered her a spot with him on the couch. Instead
of bringing her own sleeping bag, she surprised him by leaping into
his.

This might have been a bad move, he thought.

He couldn't sleep. The relief of having the protection of her big
brother made Keri uncharacteristically affectionate and she snuggled
against him. She rested her head on his chest and made herself
comfortable. Dread washed over Josh. He realized he was moments away
from getting a hard-on, simply from pressure on the right spot. Using
the embarrassment of becoming erect in front of his sister worked as a
deterrent for an hour or so. But in the end, all it took was a slight
shift of his sister's position to cause him to become fully erect.

He hoped by some miracle his sister was asleep and didn't notice. He
slowly opened his eyes. Of course, no such luck. His little sister was
staring right at him, a quizzical look on her face. In embarrassment
and shame, he tried to get out of the sleeping bag.

His sister did another surprising thing. She used her weight to pin
him down. Josh was confused. The two lay completely motionless.

Feeling pain from the odd angle, he cautiously moved his hips to ease
the pressure. His sister, driven by unconscious programming, moved her
hips to meet his. His penis brushed the vicinity or her clit through
her pajama bottoms, causing her to gasp.

As if being manipulated by evolutionary instruction, they slowly began
dry-humping in the sleeping bag, clutching each other tightly. Her
eyes met his. Her innocence and his lust burned into each other's
memory. With a shudder and sigh she began to gingerly kiss his chest.
His hands gripped her buttocks. The feeling of her cheeks tightening
through her cotton pajama bottoms gave him a sudden rush. He felt like
the luckiest person in the world... Here was one of the finest
specimens of beauty and innocence on the planet and she's with me, he
thought. She loves me.

Quick spasms and tingles in his feet told him he was out of time. He
realized he was going to be a sticky mess, but he didn't care. Keri
witnessed her brother's face as he experienced his climax. He stopped
grinding.

For the third time she surprised her brother by reaching down into her
pajamas and finishing herself off right on top of him. Her soft moans
and the serene look on her face were a large part of his haunting
memory of the encounter.

Both spent, they hugged each other tightly and slept through the
storm.

Josh woke up back in his bedroom. My sister, he thought. She has a
hold on me. The excitement of reliving his past had turned his dick
into a railroad spike. But thoughts of his sister, at all ages and in
all situations running around in his head, kept him from release.

-  -  -

It was Saturday, which usually meant no one in the family would lay
eyes on each other all day. This Saturday however, Keri was tickled by
the thought of her brother being affected by her manipulation. She
wanted to see if she was able to screw with him the way he screwed
with her. She waited in the media room, listening for his tromp down
the stairs to forage for food.

She expected a long wait, but he made a very early appearance for a
Saturday. She noticed her nipples swell. They were obvious under her
long t-shirt. Good, she thought. This ought to drive the fucker nuts.

She pranced into the kitchen to join him, ready to let loose a barrage
of teasing and torment. Josh sat down at the kitchen table with a
somber air about him. "Keri, can I talk to you a minute?"

Keri smiled. This was going to be good, she thought. I'll bet fifty
bucks he's going to tell me I'm a woman now and I have to use more
shame around the house. She smiled and sat next to him, arching her
back slightly. "Sure, what's up?"

"I just want to say that I know I haven't been the nicest person or
the nicest brother to you, and I want to apologize and tell you that
you are the best person I know, and I love you."

His sister melted. Without warning, she had tears in her eyes.
 
He continued. "Dad never says he loves me or you, and I just want to
say that I do."

She brushed the tears from her eyes. "Shut up, will ya?" She said,
trying to sound chirpy. "I'm making some eggs, you want some?"

-  -  -

After covering his entire plate with eggs, Keri excused herself and
dashed up to her brother's room. Careful not to disturb his mess, she
grabbed the top pillow off his bed. She reached in between the pillow
and pillowcase to fish out her underwear. `Were they in this one?' she
asked herself. She searched the other pillow. Nothing. Carefully, she
pulled the pillowcases off and turned them inside out. No panties.

Her mind racing, she bolted down the hallway and returned to her room
to regroup.

Josh was in her room, standing by her mirror. He was holding her
panties.

"You were right. Rita mixed up our laundry,"
 
All of the embarrassment, frustration, and arousal from the previous
morning rushed up from the bottom of Keri's feet to the top of her
head, lighting fires all the way. Her stomach dropped like she was
freefalling. Her breasts burned. Her face flushed.

Keri was a flirt and a tease, but never before that moment in her life
had the dirtiest part of her brain been activated. She had to get the
upper hand, and it wasn't just pride anymore. It was her feminine
identity at stake. The usual barriers between her brain and her mouth
disappeared.

"Are they clean?" she asked. Unconsciously, Josh put the panties to
his nose and inhaled.

Keri grinned like the Cheshire cat at the sight of her big brother
smelling her dirty panties. Realizing too late what he had done, Josh
slowly put them on her dresser.

"Dirty."

She advanced on him. "How can you tell? What do they smell like?"

Josh made a move for the door, but his sister blocked his path and
slowly closed it.

"Do they smell like me?"

Her brother was suddenly aware that his erection was coming back. He
quickly prayed to the same god that had ignored him before that his
sister wouldn't notice. The smirk on her face told him, once again,
his prayers were ignored.

"Uh oh," she cooed with mock surprise. She looked down and laughed at
the sight of his dick fighting to get out of his jeans. "Why don't you
get me a glass of cold water and I'll get rid of that for ya."

Anger. Josh realized his sister was playing a game with him, the same
damn game she always played. This time she had gone too far. He wasn't
going to let her win.

He looked her in the eyes. "You get the water."

Whoa, this is a new wrinkle to their banter, Keri thought. Fuck him,
let's see how far he goes.

Keri slinked into her bathroom and filled a glass of water. "You
aren't going to run away, are you?" she purred. "I'd hate to think of
you running back to your room with my underthings to do god knows
what. Before I know it you'll develop into a real perr-verr-ttt."

Holding the glass of water out in front of her like a weapon, his
younger sister approached him one step at a time. She was younger,
smaller, crushingly feminine, and yet completely in control of her
brutish older brother. He was at her mercy.

She spoke slowly, twisting the knife in his gut. "Is this what you
wanted? You want me to fix you?"

Josh did nothing. He was not frozen by fear, but by the part of him
that was a pervert, that did like smelling his sister's dirty panties,
and that to wanted feel the flesh he had felt three years earlier.
That part of him scared him as much as his sister did.

Keri was at the height of her game. This was the most strung out she
had ever gotten a guy, let alone her brother! No way was she going to
back down now. But how long would it be before he dashed out the door?

He wasn't doing anything, so she had to take the next step. Giving him
plenty of opportunity to get away, she kneeled in front of him. Not
wanting to give him the satisfaction of betraying her nervousness, she
moved slowly and deliberately.

Keri mustered her courage and unzipped his fly. She reached into his
pants, past his boxer shorts, and pulled out his penis. Josh sharply
inhaled as his sister delicately handled his flesh. She chose this
moment to look up at him.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You deserve this." Keri slowly
poured the entire cup of cold water directly onto his penis.

Josh reflexively grabbed his sister's arms, making her drop the glass
on the wet carpet. This caught her off guard; he hadn't handled her
roughly in years. Since the trip to Montana...

His touch and the intensity of the situation summoned memories of the
sleeping bag encounter. They charged to the surface of her psyche and
filled her head. They weren't buried very deeply, they were just
hiding in the shadows. She was suddenly thirteen again in her
brother's arms, thunderstorm raging outside.

Another remembered emotion hit her. It was pride. She was proud of her
brother's wet spot on his pajamas. She had done that to him and he
couldn't help it.

His erection remained, despite the cold water attack. "Your problem
hasn't gone away, big brother." She said. Gently, she grasped his
shaft and again looked deeply into his eyes. She was surprised by how
silky the skin on the penis felt, as if she always expected it to be
scaly.

"I don't want you to do that," he said.

"Why?"

"...Won't respect me."

She gently massaged his prick, tiny beads of pre-come pooling on the
foreskin. "Aww, why won't I?" she teased.

He struggled for the words, honestly afraid. "How will you think about
me... if you see my face when I finish, or I you-know with my mouth on
your chest, or look up at you when you stand over me?"

She stopped her lewd hand movement. His fear moved her. For the first
time she began to feel responsibility along with her power. Her
teasing, frustration, and arousal warmed her. She answered in the only
way that wouldn't break his heart.

"Because I love you too."

With that his young, innocent sister, swallowed his cock. She had
never attempted oral sex before. She had always considered it
disgusting. In this circumstance, she was overcome with lust and took
to him without shame. The taste of his pre-come made her feel dirty,
and she gently pulled back his foreskin to get more of it. She used
both hands while sucking and swirled her tongue over his flesh. She
gently cradled his balls. Her primal side took over. She felt alive in
the role of the subservient one, the pleasure giver.

He couldn't control his gasps for breath. Just like in her dream, he
gripped the back of her head with his big hands. She felt like she had
never felt before: like a woman.

"I want you inside me," she hissed between breaths. Josh looked down
at his sister, sucking him so hard her cheeks hollowed out. "Stand
up." he ordered.

He guided her up. He held her shoulders and spun her around. He ground
into her from behind. His cock rode between her butt-cheeks through
the material of her shirt. It filled her with fear. She realized that
they were at the point of no return. Even if she wanted him to stop,
she wasn't sure if he could.

"Are you going to fuck me for real?" she asked. Josh grabbed her
stomach and pulled her close, feeling her boobs through her shirt and
sucking her neck. "Not like a sister," she growled. "Like a woman?"

He pushed her down, bending her over her bed with her knees on the
carpet. Instinctively she tried to escape, but his powerful grip
restrained her. He lifted her t-shirt over her head in one quick
movement and pulled both of her arms behind her back.

"Do it, do it..." she spat.

She was completely naked, exposed and at his mercy.  From the front
she was a young woman, bent over she was a thing to be fucked. The
sudden movements made her ass and legs shake in a way that would
normally embarrass her. Her brain on autopilot, she widened her stance
and raised her butt in the air to make herself available to him. With
one hand he continued to hold her arms behind her back, with the other
hand he massaged her vagina.

Embarrassment overcame her when she realized how wet she was. Damn it,
she thought. I'm in heat, just like my mom said.

Josh was no expert, but he had plenty of girlfriends and knew how to
drive them wild. His sister got the full treatment.

"Ohh, ohh..." she couldn't control the sounds she was making. Every
time his rough fingers touched her clit, her body stiffened and she
moaned. She felt like a sexual puppet, out of control.

He then used his mouth on her. Keri had never felt anything like it.
He tongued her anus. He drenched her with hot saliva. He licked her
relentlessly, up and down. She started uncontrollably bucking her hips
and spitting through clenched teeth. The last bit of her civilized
brain called out in panic: she was nothing more than an animal. She
started crying. She knew she had gone too far to stop now. The only
way out was through.

He moved his head away from her ass and repositioned himself. Oh my
god, she thought. He's going to fuck me. She started to move but his
strong hands grabbed her hips. Panic lit through her.

He guided his penis into her. She sucked in a long deep breath as he
pushed his way into her.

She had never felt a 'vaginal' orgasm before. She had played with
herself many times with a twitch here and there. But as she was being
entered from behind by her lust-crazy brother, she experienced her
first, full body, earth shattering, fireworks orgasm. She clutched her
comforter uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." she was babbling a mile a minute. The blonde
athlete thrust into her, pulling her up off of the bed and holding her
tight. She was a primal beast now, meeting his thrusts without a will
of her own. She matched his desperate rhythm. Her muscles didn't know
how to react to his pummeling, and every movement sent off a new
sensation.

His hands were at her breasts and clitoris. Her ass cheeks shook from
the power behind his thrusts and her tits bobbed from the aftershock.
She was then flattened by another wrenching, full body orgasm. She was
sobbing now, the experience had completely overwhelmed her. Her sex
was spasming and clenching out of her control.

Her brother suddenly grabbed her and held her close as he hit his
inevitable peak. His member twitched and all he could think about was
filling his sister with come, as high and as deep as he could go. She
felt him release inside of her. As he bucked her harder and higher, he
made a noise she would never forget: It was a cry of relief.

They panted, coming down from a high neither of them had ever reached.
His erection subsided. Both kneeling on the floor, Keri turned and
hugged her brother. He shivered in her arms.

The result of their lovemaking was smeared all over their private
parts and comforter. Despite the mess and her aversion to sticky
results, she hugged him tightly anyway. It made her feel dirty. It
made her feel like a woman.

-  -  -

They decided to cancel their Saturday plans and quietly recover at
home. Her bed was big enough for both of them, and they hid from the
world under her pink comforter. Their breathing had returned to
normal, and they held each other close.

Keri noticed that something was on his mind. Her brother's face looked
troubled.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispered. "Please don't laugh."

She recognized real concern in his voice. "Tell me, no way I'll
laugh."

"It's weird."

"Tell me."

He took a deep breath. "When we're together, sometimes... Could I
please suck on your breasts and call you mom?"

Overcome with emotion, Keri cradled her brother's head. She held it
her breasts. Tears in their eyes, he fell asleep sucking at her
nipple, her soft hands stroking his hair. They were a family again.

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