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From: "Relsieg d'Arb" <Cabby_Z_remove._@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Sister's Dilema (mf, nc, inc, preg, voy)
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WARNING:
This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. The following 
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of 
explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO 
NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2004 by Relsieg d'Arb. Reposting or 
any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written 
permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of 
a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

Unprotected sex between strangers, casual acquaintances and/or siblings is a 
bad idea that may lead to an untimely demise or a child with serious birth 
defects.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters and situations are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone 
either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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My Sister's Dilemma


Kathy had a problem; more exactly she had several problems. I just happened 
to be one of them. And no, it wasn't like that. See Kathy's my sister and I'm 
not what you'd call a believer in "Incest is best." Oh, I suppose she's 
pretty enough and, having grown up in the same house together I know she has 
the equipment. It's just that. well she's my sister.
Now if it hadn't been for Patrick James Johnson, I wouldn't have been a 
problem for Kat at all. I doubt I'll ever know what he held over her; she 
won't say and he can't. not anymore. But whatever it was it was real bad. Of 
course that's how Pat was and pretty much why he isn't any more.
"Rich you have to help me." She never did know how to knock.
"Kat you have to learn to knock." I scrambled to stuff the one-eyed wonder 
back in my shorts. (Thank God I'd had my back to the door.)
She dropped a hard plastic 'Batman' mask on my desk and gingerly set a big 
honkin' Sony video camera next to it. She repeated her initial statement. 
"You have to help me!"
I glanced at the camera, picked up the mask and flipped it at her. "It's 
June sis; nowhere near Halloween, I ain't into costumes and 'Batman' is for 
kids anyway."
She slapped the mask into my chest. "Your not listening Richard. you have 
got to help me!"
I fingered the camera; it looked like a pro model, and wondered aloud. "Gee, 
how many ways can you say that with emphasis on different words. What help 
do I gotta give you?"
She blushed but persisted. "I have to make a porno movie."
Can you say 'stunned'? I knew ya could. "Kathy, I am not going to film you 
having sex with some guy. God, that would be like peeping on Mom and Dad. 
gross!"
"You still don't get it. you're in the movie too." She waggled the mask in 
front of my face.
I fell out of my chair.
"Hey. Kat. seriously DG's got a real successful drug treatment program. I 
can probably help you get into it. I don't think it costs much."
She just stood there, rage simmering on her face, fists planted on her hips.
"There is nothing you can say or do to get me to make a porn flick with you 
Kat."
"I'm your sister."
"Yes and thank you for making my point so succinctly."
"Look, if it helps, you weren't my first choice."
I felt the bemused grin creep across my chin. "That's supposed to help?"
She ignored me. "In fact you're my third choice. If you say no, Pat will 
pick a guy and that'll mean some wino from Coaler Street. or worse."
"What's Johnson got to do with this?"
"Never mind that, all you have to do is get hard. twice."
"Twice? I have to do it twice? Hey maybe I can hook you up with."
"NO! If it's not you, it's Pat's call. Please you have to help me! And you 
only get to 'do it' once."
"Then why do I have to get hard the second time?"
Blushing a deep crimson she answered, "That is the second time. I have to 
use my mouth the first time."
I was well on my way to being totally weirded out. Don't get me wrong, Kathy's 
never been a saint or anything but we've never talked about sex either. I 
was fairly sure she'd done it before just as I had but we never talked about 
it. I sat in stunned silence trying to let her request as well as her 
predicament sink in.
"So let me get this straight; for reasons you're not willing to discuss, you 
have to blow a guy and then fuck him." She started to respond but I cut her 
off. "And. and, for reasons that totally escape me two other guys have 
turned you down. so you use your last strike to proposition your own 
brother. That about cover it?"
"Well yeah. um, pretty much."
"Pretty much? Let me guess; Dad has to hold the camera or something?"
She wouldn't meet my gaze. "It doesn't have to be Dad."

That's how we ended up at my best friend's garage. His folks had a studio 
apartment above their freestanding two-car garage that was currently between 
occupants. Duane and I had been best friends since first grade and now that 
we were sophomores we were just about legendary. What insanity Duane couldn't 
conceive of I certainly could.
Duane wasn't difficult to persuade. especially after it was explained that 
he got in on the action too. (And oh boy was I happy about that!) Did I 
mention that Pat was a real asshole? Oddly enough, at least for the moment, 
Duane didn't think so.
"All I gotta do is film her slobbin' yer knob and I get to fuck her?"
I didn't care much for the euphemism. Kathy didn't care much for Duane. "I 
am not 'slobbin' his knob! I'm performing fellatio on him. And you, you 
little cretin, can only do 'it' until you're ready to climax. if you do it 
inside of me I'll rip the goddamned thing off!"
I think Duane shot in his shorts.
The other reason I'd picked Duane for the job was his Dad was a professional 
photographer, which meant he had all sorts of lights and junk lying around. 
By the time we were ready to go it seemed like there were half a dozen 
lights bouncing off all sorts of silver/white screens. Musta worked, there 
weren't any shadows on the film.
Duane thought he'd 'direct' the scene. Kathy told him to keep his mouth shut 
unless he wanted to lose his tongue and most of his teeth. By previous 
arrangement it was agreed that no names would be used. The camera only had a 
stock mini-boom and Duane had strung two choir mics he'd 'borrowed' from the 
church but what was the point of me wearing a mask if we were tossing names 
around.
The mask turned out to be a minor problem; it was for a six year-old. Duane 
and I whipped up a couple of 'Zorro' type masks and penciled face hair and 
hoped for the best.
It was decidedly weird to have my best friend hovering over my shoulder as 
my sister crawled up, fully dressed, between my legs. I don't know how she 
managed it but Kat was actually smiling as she spoke.
"Gee mister, it sure was nice of you to help me out like that." Her hand was 
working on freeing me from my jeans but I still wasn't 'into' it yet. (That 
is to say I was having trouble getting hard.)
"I don't usually do this sort of thing with a complete stranger but. well 
you were awfully nice."
Any erectile problems I might have had melted away the moment she kissed the 
glans. I knew it was my sister, the one-eyed wonder didn't care.
Now her hand was wrapped around seven and a half inches of swelling cock and 
her lips were working on doing the same. "Goodness mister, how big does this 
thing *slurp* get?"
I'd heard it called a 'hummer' before but, hell I was only fifteen, the only 
girl I'd gotten to suck it at all had only done it for a minute and she hadn't 
hummed.
"Hmmmm. big and sweet."
"Uh... you don't have to call me mister, I'm only."
"Shhh. *slurp* *sluck*. with one this big I'd call you sir if you were 
seven! Am I doin' it right? I've never sucked a real cock before."
My mind was doing sick and twisted things in my head. "Sure honey, you're 
doing. *sluup* *gurk* just fine. hey, mind the teeth there."
Kathy settled in to her task. She may have been blowing me under protest but 
she seemed committed to insuring I enjoyed it. And with my mind on vacation 
I was becoming more and more willing to go along with her.
After a few minutes she released me from her mouth but her hand kept pumping 
me. "Um. mister. I'm kinda new at this. I mean I've done my boyfriend but. 
well he cums pretty quick. You're obviously not quick but are you close?"
"You'll know when I'm close girl. now suck the fucking thing!"
Kathy smiled, licked her lips and popped the head back in her mouth. She 
only managed about half of it but her hand took care of the rest. She set up 
an odd counter-synch rhythm between the two that had me boiling in pretty 
short order.
Taking her head in my hands I pumped into her mouth. "Now I'm close honey. 
are you ready for me to cum in your mouth?"
She let me force her face onto it once more and pulled away. "In my mouth? I 
don't think I'd like that mister!" But she kept pumping it with her hand and 
that was about all it took.
I shot the first wad right into her open mouth. The startled look on her 
face was comical. (When I saw the film later.) She turned her head slightly 
and the second burst hit her cheek and splashed up into her eye. Startled 
and in a bit of pain (semen being salty in nature kind of stings the eyes) 
she barely resisted as I poked it back in her mouth for the final two 
bursts. Kathy didn't protest. much. I guess she figured she'd already 
swallowed some of it.
"Hmm. maybe cum's not so bad after all!" My sister grinned into the camera, 
my sperm on her face and protruding tongue as the image faded to black.

I hadn't even noticed the whine of the camera until it stopped. Then the 
clicking sound I heard told me Duane was changing tapes. My wandering mind 
decided this was okay, no reason to give Pat more than he demanded.
Kathy moved to the bed and took off her shorts and panties as Duane handed 
me the camera. "Remember Duane. you pull out before. or I'll rip it off and 
stuff the damned thing down your throat!"
What can I say, Duane's my bud and I guess he's got an okay dick. But Kathy 
was totally unimpressed and the poor guy didn't last very long. Still Kat 
was decent to him, when he pulled out after five or six frantic strokes she 
grabbed him and finished him with her hand. It made for very realistic 
'amateur' footage

Kathy had put a bit more planning into the main event. Well either Kathy or 
Pat had. The lights were dimmed and the shades were drawn. The image faded 
in as Kathy undressed; not a striptease; just a teenaged girl getting ready 
for bed. She put on a short night gown and nothing else. The image faded as 
she settled in, pulled the sheet over her and appeared to doze off.
The image faded back in with me standing over the bed watching her sleep. In 
the final product it was obvious that the mask wasn't strictly necessary. 
But you knew it was there and that reinforced the illusion of the 'rape'. I 
dropped my pants and stood there for a minute just jerking it. The whole 
scene had a surreal air to it.
Pulling back the sheet, I gently rolled her onto her back. Kat didn't 
respond. I slowly spread her legs so as not to disturb her. My back to the 
camera I worked a dime of KY onto my woody. It hadn't been that long since 
Duane had done her but since it was supposed to be rape, there wouldn't be 
any fore-play and a dry pussy hurts the guy about as much as it does the 
gal.
Duane stood beside the bed after I climbed between her legs. The whir of the 
camera faded into the background as I slipped her gown up exposing her tits. 
He panned down and, through the miracle of directional lighting screens, had 
a perfect but glare free shot of me forcing my tool between the 'dry' lips 
of my sister's vagina.
I lay across her body and covered her mouth with my hand as I sank into her 
and her eyes blinked open. She screamed into my hand.
"Shut up bitch!" I hissed menacingly, "I'm already in you may as well enjoy 
it!"
Fade to my tool, buried in her slit.
The next several minutes were nothing but an anonymous cock fucking in and 
out of an equally anonymous cunt. Occasionally Duane stepped back and 
captured us in profile; Kathy struggling to resist with my hand stifling her 
pleas.
"Fucking tease; always wearing those tight fucking shorts. You think you're 
too good for guys like me!" I have to admit, I was getting into the roll. 
"Well you're not so high and mighty now are you? God that pussy's tight!"
A few more strokes.
"If you know what's good for you, you'd better start fucking cunt. Otherwise 
we'll be at this all night!"
Kathy's hips started rising to meet my thrusts. What the camera hadn't 
recorded all along was the rippling of her vaginal muscles that had 
commenced the moment I first slid home. My sister may have hated why she was 
performing, she may have even disliked the participants but she was doing 
her best to give me my nickels worth.
As I got closer and closer to the inevitable release Kathy's mouth squirmed 
from under my hand. "Please. please. don't. not inside me. I'm not on the 
pill!"
This was part of the 'script', Johnson had demanded, what he called, a 'cream-pie' 
but I could have sworn I saw genuine fear in Kathy's eyes. To be sure her 
pleas were convincing.
Please. I'm begging you. don't do this! I'll suck it. you can do it in my 
mouth. or even my. anything. please!"
"Anything is right you fucking cock-tease! What about that guy that picked 
you up this afternoon. I bet you blew him! Well I don't want your up-tight 
prissy mouth; I'm gonna cum right up your hot little snatch!"
I was raised up half way on my knees fucking down into my sister. Duane had 
a great angle of my cock drilling into her.
"Here it comes bitch, a hot load of nut-nectar deep in your sloppy fucking 
hole!"
Duane actually caught the spasm of my shaft as I pumped a heavy load into 
Kathy.
Her whimpering took on a chilling realism as she felt me swell dangerously 
inside of her. "Nononono. ohgod NO!" And then to the surprise of all of us 
Kathy crashed into her own climax; thrashing and jerking and somehow 
managing to drag me even deeper.
Her body went limp and my erection died. I climbed off of her, struggled 
weakly into my jeans and moved off camera. Duane moved in on Kathy's sobbing 
form. zooming in on her swollen, red nether lips as semen slowly trickled 
out.

Once the camera was off, Kathy sat on the bed and continued to sob.
"Hey. Kat. you okay?" I was just a bit lost, I mean, sure, this hadn't been 
her idea but she was the one who talked me into it.
Still in the translucent 'shorty' night-gown, (sans panties) Kathy gently 
ordered Duane to give us some privacy. She waited as he shut off the mics 
before standing and moving to me. Sobs wracked her again as she flowed into 
my arms,
"Oh God, Rich. I'm so sorry!"
I just held my older sister. She wouldn't have even been on my 'To Fuck' 
list but she'd needed someone she trusted and had turned to me. In truth, 
once everything got going. well I didn't have any complaints and didn't see 
what she could possibly be apologizing for. I told her as much.
"But that's because you don't understand. I'm really not on the pill."
Knock my ass over with a feather. "Kat. Kathy. but. I. I-I just."
Tears flowing freely Kathy nodded her head against my chest. "I know, I 
know. God do I know. It was all part of Pat's deal."
"The mother fucker made you get pregnant!?" I'm not a violent man and at 
fifteen I was even less so, still I'd have gladly murdered the fuck at that 
moment.
Hugging me tightly she whispered my name soothingly, finally explaining. "He 
didn't actually require me to get knocked up; I just had to have unprotected 
sex on camera. while I was ovulating."
"While you were. you mean you are!?"
Again she only nodded and hugged me tightly. After a minute or two her sobs 
subsided. "Maybe. maybe it won't take. At any rate. no matter what's on the 
tape, you and I know it was done in love. not the sex but the. oh never 
mind! You know what I mean. And Rich."
"Yeah?" My world was swimming perilously close to the deep end.
"That was no fake at the end. I know what they mean by the 'Big-O' now."
"Now?"
"Yeah, that's right little brother, that's the first time I've ever had an 
orgasm during sex." She looked up at me and grinned sheepishly. "And I can 
tell you, it beats the hell out of my fingers!"

Three months later, whatever Pat Johnson held over my sister died with him 
in a hail of twelve gauge deer-slug. It seems his ruthless nature caught up 
with him at the ripe old age of eighteen on a deserted stretch of County 
Road EE. To my surprise the video cassette we'd shot that day was wedged in 
my locker at school the next morning. Not that it was much consolation; by 
then Kathy was beginning to show.
The only positive thing to come out of it (aside from the fact that the 
fucker was dead) was that Kathy could safely claim the child was his. No one 
doubted her when she claimed Johnson had raped her and threatened her life 
if she told (and how close to the truth that was) especially when three 
other teenaged girls and one who was only eleven came forward with the same 
horrid revelation.


-- 
Relsieg d'Arb

If you 'lend' someone $20 and never see them again...
it was probably worth it! 

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