Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2020 16:52:23 +0100 From: Ares Jay Subject: The Prettiest Girl In The World, Chapter 6, (Transgender/Teen) This is a work of fiction that involves graphic sexual acts between underage characters as well as other sexual acts of an incestuous nature. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. For further information, please contact aresjay@protonmail.com. Copyright © 2021 Ares Jay Remember, your donations allow everyone to enjoy this and other stories. Please consider a donation to Nifty.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD By Ares Jay CHAPTER SIX - JOSIE Jack felt empty inside. His sister had passed away during the night from a stroke. It made it even worse that, while his sister had been fighting for her life, he had been enjoying the most wonderful sex with his grandson. No, not his grandson. His son, Jack corrected himself. He felt so torn standing here in his daughter's kitchen with her consoling arms around him. On one hand, Jack was absolutely ecstatic that Dennis would finally learn that he was in fact his father, but on the other hand, his heart had been completely shattered by the news of his sister's passing. He wondered how Dennis would react to the news and if he would even completely understand it. Dennis might have been a bit naive in his view of the world but the boy was certainly grounded enough to appreciate, that a father and his daughter having a child together, wasn't a norm in this complicated world. Jack almost smiled at the thought of having both Emma and Dennis calling him `Daddy' but then the realization of his sister's passing hit him again. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he appreciated the fact that his daughter was here to comfort him. The only thing he could think about was that he hadn't visited Josie enough the last few years. His heart shattered again at the thought of her being alone, just waiting and hoping that Jack would visit. He should have visited her more, should have brought Emma to see her many more times than he had done, both of them had deserved that. Jack had always thought that there would be plenty of time but now it was too late. He had always felt a special connection with his sister. Not only were they twins but Jack had basically had to raise her as well. This had brought them together in a way that few siblings get to experience. Jack had been six when he had realized that Josie hadn't been like other kids. Josie had still been wearing a diaper at that age and her vocabulary hadn't developed like Jack's had. His mother had told him that Josie wouldn't be starting at the same school as Jack and that she would be attending a school for special children. Josie had been born retarded. The doctors had told their mother that they suspected Josie hadn't gotten enough oxygen during labor and as a result, had suffered brain damage in the womb. Their father had split before they had been born and their mother had already been working long hours at that point. She would often come home and heat some TV dinners for them before heading to the bar where she had worked as a waitress. This had meant that Jack would have to take care of his sister most nights of the week. They had lived in a tiny apartment and Jack and Josie not only had to share a room, they had also slept in the same bed. Jack hadn't minded it one bit though, he loved his sister deeply. Even with her mental disability - or perhaps in spite of it - she had always been such a smiling and happy girl and she had absolutely adored her twin brother. "I'm so sorry, daddy," Emma whispered and held him close, "I know how much you loved aunty Josie." Jack really appreciated Emma's words. He took her beautiful face in his palms and kissed her soft lips. "Thank you, pumpkin." He wiped the tears from his eyes and sat down at the kitchen table. "I know Josie couldn't express her love as easy as other people, but she really loved you, pumpkin," Jack told his daughter, "You meant the world to her." "I know, daddy," Emma smiled, "Believe me, she could express her love just fine." "It makes me very happy to hear you say that," Jack said and had to fight back more tears, "It's important for me that you knew how she felt about her." "Remember wat she used to call me?" Jack nodded. "Sweet child." "That's right," Emma said and Jack saw tears form in her gorgeous eyes. He reached over the table and took daughter's hand. "We had some good times with Josie, didn't we, pumpkin?" "The best, daddy." Josie's disability had always been a source of painful guilt for Jack. After all, they had been together in their mother's womb and Jack hadn't been oxygen deprived. His mother would sometimes nurture that guilt when she had been drinking. She would scorn him and tell him that he had made Josie's brain queer. This had of course made Jack very sad but it had also made the love he felt for his sister that much stronger. There hadn't been anything he wouldn't do for Josie. He would play with her, read to her and help her whenever she needed him. Since their mother had often been working a second job in the evenings, it had been Jack's responsibility to change his sister's diaper, bathe her and make sure she brushed her teeth before bed time. Even though he had only been eight years old at the time, he had taken the responsibilities very serious. Their mother, in a rare show of affection - or maybe it had been guilt, had gotten the two children a dog, the sweetest Labrador retriever with a shiny golden fur. Jack and Josie had named her Laura, after the character Laura Ingalls in `Little House on the Prairie' - Josie's favorite TV show. They had loved that dog so much and it would often sleep in their bed, even though there had hardly been room enough for the children. Laura had been so good to Josie and his sister had loved holding the dog's leash when they had taken her for her morning and afternoon walk. When they had laid in the small bed at night, Josie would ask Jack to tell her a story and he would recite the most wonderful fairy tales of princesses, knights, dragons and treasures. Josie had loved listening to Jack and would often ask what the different words meant. She would always use a pacifier at night and she would happily suck away on it while Jack recited his stories until she fell asleep. When they had awoken in the morning, Jack would make breakfast for Josie and lay out the school uniform for her. Their mother would usually be sleeping on the pull-out couch in the living room - often not alone - and Jack had learned the hard way early on not to wake her up. They would take Laura for her morning walk and Josie had always giggled when the dog relieved itself. Jack had always loved the sound of his sister's giggle, it had sounded so genuine and innocent. After getting back, Jack would pack Josie's lunch, change her diaper and help her comb her long hair. Even though his sister hadn't quite looked like other girls, Jack had still thought that his sister had looked beautiful. They would then head down to the bus stop and Jack would take Josie to her special school before heading off to school himself. When his school day was over, he would sprint down to the bus stop and ride back to Josie's school where she would be waiting for him. Her face would always light up at the sight of her brother and she would give him a big long hug. On the bus ride home, Josie would tell Jack all about her day and Jack would tell her about his. When they had gotten home, and had taken Laura for a walk, Jack would help Josie with her homework. It was very simple stuff but Josie would often struggle with it. Jack had been happy to help and he had really liked teaching his sister. Their mother would come home around six o'clock from her job at the diner, pop a TV dinner into the microwave and serve it to them in front of the TV. Josie had loved watching cartoons while they ate, and she would always laugh heartily at Bugs Bunny and Roadrunner. When their mother had headed off to her second job at the local bar, Jack and Josie would do the dishes together and when done, Jack would start the washing machine. After Josie had played with her dolls a bit while Jack did his own homework, it would usually be time to change Josie's diaper. Jack hadn't minded changing his sister's diaper - although he hadn't been crazy about it to begin with. At eight years old, Josie had more or less known when she needed to go poo-poo, but sometimes she would forget to tell Jack to take her to the toilet. Josie had still peed in her diaper regularly, even at eight years old, and her diaper would always be heavy with her pee when Jack had changed it. He knew that she hadn't done it on purpose of course - she simply just forgot that she had to go pee - so he had always taken it with a smile. Jack had always made sure to meticulously clean Josie's vagina and tushy after he had removed the soiled diaper because he didn't want his sister to develop a rash or smell bad. This had been Jack's first introduction to that wonderful thing called a vagina. Josie would lay down on the carpet while Jack got a small bowl with clean water and a handful of baby wipes. Jack would put the bowl and the wipes on the floor next to Josie and remove her skirt. Josie always wore her small Minnie Mouse cotton panties that did little to hide the large diaper underneath. The dog had been very curious when Jack had changed his sister's diaper and had usually laid down next to Josie so that the girl could pat and caress her. Jack would slide off the panties, remove the diaper and toss it in a bag. If Josie had soiled herself, Jack would push her knees back toward her chest so that he could clean her tushy. If she had only peed, he would wipe her vagina down, making sure to get into all the nooks and crannies. His sister's vagina had always fascinated Jack. He was pretty sure their tushies were more or less the same, but that strange looking slit between Josie's legs had been so different from what hung between his own legs, and he had sometimes caught himself exploring it. When wiping his sister's vagina clean, Jack would gently clean those fatty folds that ran on each side of Josie's opening because they had looked like they could be sensitive. Josie would usually just spread her legs and relax when he cleaned her down there. Sometimes she would hum a soft tune or pat the dog, and sometimes she would ask for her pacifier. As Jack got more and more familiar with his sister's vagina, he would sometimes spread her labia major and clean her small vaginal lips as well. Josie always went quiet when he did that but she would never object to it. Jack had found it amazing that a boy and a girl could be so different between the legs. The first time Jack had parted her sister's vaginal lips and seen Josie's opening, he had noticed that it had looked quite moist inside of his sister. Josie had uttered a slight sigh as he had run a finger along the opening. His finger had become wet and first he had thought that it was his sister's pee but when he had smelled the substance on his finger, it hadn't smelled like pee at all. Laura, the retriever, had also shown a keen interest in his sister's private parts. Jack hadn't known whether it was the sweet aroma, emanating from Josie's vagina, or the fact the both the dog and his sister had a vagina, but Laura would always put her muzzle close to Josie's vagina for a sniff. Sometimes the dog had stuck out its tongue and had cleaned Josie's vagina - like it cleaned its own vagina - and Josie had giggled and laughed so enthusiastically at the feel of the retriever's coarse tongue on her genitals. The first few times it had happened, Jack had reprimanded the dog but he had quickly realized that Laura hadn't tried to be naughty, she had just tried to take care of Josie the way he had. The next time the dog had licked Josie's vagina clean, Jack had just let her do it until Josie had accidently peed on the carpet from laughing so hard. Unless it was time for bath, Jack would sprinkle some baby-powder on Josie's vagina before putting on a fresh diaper, but when it was time for their bath, he would usually just let Josie run around a bit with no diaper or panties on. Bath time would always be a lot of fun. They had a small bathtub that would barely fit both of them and Jack would always make sure that the water was at the perfect temperature. He would squeeze a healthy amount of bubble-bath into the tub while the water was pouring, so that they could sink their naked bodies into the soft bubbles. Josie had always loved to play with the bubbles and Jack loved watching her form all kinds of strange hairdos out of the foam. They would usually splash around and get the floor all wet but this was their daily fun-time, and he could always wipe the floor dry. After stepping out of the tub, Jack would dry his sister before drying himself and then get her dressed in her pajamas. They would watch a bit more TV until the washing machine was done. Then Jack would put the clothes in the dryer, start it and get Josie ready for bed. This had been their daily routine for years and Jack had thoroughly enjoyed the responsibility and the time he got to spend with his lovely sister. But all that was over now, Jack thought with a heavy heart as he sat in his daughter's kitchen. Yes, it had been a tough childhood for both of them, but they had had so much fun the two of them. "Would you like me to take the day off, daddy?" Emma asked, "It breaks my heart seeing you like this." "You're so sweet, pumpkin," he told her, "But you've just recently started your new job and I don't want you to --" "No no, daddy," Emma had interrupted him, "There really supportive and I'm sure they'll understand." Jack deeply appreciated his daughter's concern. He was a proud man and had always had difficulties asking people for a favor or for support, but this was his daughter and he couldn't think of a better person to console him in such a difficult time. "I'd like that very much," he told Emma. They spent the morning taking a lovely walk in Golden Gate Park. It felt good to get some fresh air and the marvelous beauty of the park really lifted Jack's spirit. Walking around, taking in the sights with Emma's hand in his, talking about old times, really meant a lot to Jack. He still felt sad and he knew that he would cry again later but right now he just enjoyed being here with his daughter. It had been too long since they had taken a walk like this, so much had been going on in their lives but Jack - realizing how fleeting life could be - made a mental note to remind himself to spend much more time with his daughter. They found a bench and sat down. Holding hands and enjoying the morning sun, they watched other couples walk past, some by themselves, some with toddlers. He felt Emma's hand tighten as a young couple with a stroller past them. Jack glanced at his daughter and saw the sweetest smile on her face as she observed the young and their baby. He really looked forward to seeing his daughter pregnant again. He had always found pregnant women particularly beautiful; they just had a certain glow that couldn't be imitated. He liked the fact that Emma had had sex with their son this morning and was especially happy for Dennis, that it had been her mother who had taken his virginity. Obviously, their son hadn't been a virgin in the truest sense of the word when he had made love to his mother last night, but - discounting all the times Jack had had anal intercourse with him - last night had been the first time their son had used his penis for penetration. Knowing how gentle Emma could be in bed, how passionate and satisfying having sex with her always was, Jack felt so thrilled for the boy. His mother would take his young body on many wonderful and fascinating journeys and, in return, Dennis would put a beautiful baby in her womb. It was going to be fantastic, of that Jack felt certain, but it would probably also feel quite overwhelming for their son, at least to begin with. Jack could easily remember the first time he had seen two people have sex. It had happened shortly after Jack and Josie had turned twelve. Jack had awoken during the night and had been sure that he had heard something. Josie had been sound asleep next to him and when he had heard the sound again, he had realized that it had come from the living room. Jack had gently climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the door that led to the living room. He would always leave it slightly ajar when they went to bed but the door had been closed now. Jack had carefully turned the knob and had opened the door slightly. Only the light next to the pull-out couch had been on but the lamp's feeble light had been enough. Jack's mouth had dropped open as he saw his naked mother lying on the couch. Her legs had been spread wide and a hairy man had been lying on top of her. Jack had swallowed hard when he had realized that the man's penis had been inside his mother's hairy vagina. The man had been thrusting his hips back and forth and Jack had been surprised to see how big and stiff his penis had been. His mother had been moaning and for a moment Jack had thought that the man had been hurting her. But when his mother had opened her mouth and hissed: "Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me hard," Jack had realized that she had actually been enjoying herself. Jack had quickly retreated back to the bedroom, had climbed back into bed and had held Josie tight as a million thoughts had raced through his brain. Why had that man's penis been inside his mother's vagina? And why had they been enjoying it so much? The sight had been a lot to digest for his twelve-year-old brain and for the next few days, he had tried to push it out of his mind. But no matter how hard he had tried, the image had kept popping up. On one hand, it had made him feel very uncomfortable to see his mother like that but on the other, it had overwhelmed him with curiosity. That had also been around the time when Jack would start waking up with an erection in the morning. He had felt a bit embarrassed by it - especially since his sister had been sleeping right next to him - and he would go to great lengths to hide it from her. He hadn't always been successful but Josie had usually just giggled at the pointy bulge in his briefs and then gone back to doing whatever she had been doing. Sometimes his penis would get hard when they were playing in the bathtub. This would feel especially embarrassing because Josie would inevitably bump a leg or a hand against it due to the small size of the tub. "What that?" Josie had one night asked in her limited vocabulary as they were bathing. Jack had been embarrassed and had blushed at the question. "It's just my pee-pee," he had answered and had hoped it would stifle his sister's curiosity. "Why big?" Jack had tried to wash the crimson embarrassment from his face with a handful of soap bubbles. "Why big?" Josie had asked again. "I don't know, it just does that sometimes," Jack had finally answered. "Me see?" "No, Josie," Jack had snickered, more surprised by the question than anything else, "No, you can't see it," "Me see, Jackie." Josie had been the only one who called him `Jackie' and it had always felt special to Jack that his twin-sister, a girl with limited brain functions, would make up a nickname for him on her own. He should had said `no' to her again but he had realized that she had just been curious. "Okay, Josie, but just a quick peek, okay?" "Kay," his sister had nodded. Jack had grabbed the sides of the tub and had pulled himself to his feet. His thin penis, which had stood at four and a half inches in its erect state, had been covered by soap bubbles. "No see," Josie had said. Jack had sighed and had wiped the bubbles away, giving his sister an unobstructed view of his small erection. Josie had giggled at the sight of the thin but hard circumcised penis that had almost been pointing straight upwards. "Funny," Josie had continued giggling. "Oh, you think it looks funny?" Jack had laughed. Josie had nodded and had tried to suppress a wave of giggles with her hand. "Oh, yeah? Well, what about your pee-pee?" Jack had laughed and had pointed down in the water at Josie's legs. "Ah-ah," Josie had shaken her head and had pushed herself to her feet. She had grabbed herself between the legs and had pushed the soap bubbles away from her vagina. "No, pee-pee," she had said and had pushed her hips forward, exposing her vagina to Jack. "Of course you have a pee-pee, Josie," Jack had told her, "Yours just looks different." As Jack had pointed at his sister's pudendal cleft, Josie had bent forward and had inspected her hairless vagina. "That's your pee-pee, Josie." "Funny," Josie had said and snickered. "I think it's pretty," Jack had said. "Pretty?" "Yeah, pretty," Jack had repeated, "Like, beautiful." Josie had smiled and slightly blushed at her brother's compliment. She had pointed at Jack's erection. "Pretty pee-pee." "You think so?" Jack had asked. Josie had nodded and giggled again. "Pee-pee big." Jack had chuckled. He hadn't really thought of his penis as being pretty before but as he had looked down at his hard, little penis, he had felt a sense of pride that his sister thought it was pretty. Josie had suddenly reached out her little hand and had quickly touched his penis. Jack had been too surprised to stop her - but even more surprised at the strange sensation he had felt in his penis, when his sister's warm hand had grazed his exposed glans. His penis had twitched up and down and he had felt it swell even further. "Pee-pee hard," Josie had said and giggled. Jack hadn't replied, hadn't scorned his sister for touching his penis - which he had of course known she wasn't supposed to do. His eyes had been fixed on his shiny and throbbing glans that had still been tickling from her touch. "Hurt?" Josie had asked and had all of a sudden looked very remorseful. "No no, Josie, it didn't hurt at all," Jack had said, "It just tickled." Josie had smiled again, happy that she hadn't hurt her brother. "Tickle?" "Yeah," Jack had smiled and had been about to step out of the tub when Josie had reached out and touched his sensitive glans again, this time folding her hand around it. The touch had sent a shimmer of excitement through Jack's young body so powerful that his knees had nearly buckled underneath him. Jack's eyes had gone wide and a surprised moan had escaped his lips. Josie had been giggling as she squeezed his glans with her fingers. Jack had felt the blood rush back through the veins in his penis as Josie had squeezed him. When Josie had removed her hand, he had been shocked to see that his glans had turned all wrinkly and small - before it had immediately swelled into an even more throbbing state as the blood had rushed back. Josie had giggled at the transformations and had squeezed her brother's glans to see it again. "Funny pee-pee," she had laughed as her brother's glans had ballooned again. Jack had wanted to tell his sister to stop touching his penis but he had simply been enjoying it so much that he had actually hoped she would do it again. Josie had done exactly that, squeezing his glans, giggling, squeezing it again, giggling more. "Not hurt?" Josie had asked while squeezing Jack's glans, as if to be absolutely sure. Jack almost hadn't heard her, he had been too caught up by the wonderful sensation he had been feeling in his hard, little penis. "What? No, Josie, I promise. It doesn't hurt one bit," Jack had swallowed, unsure if he should tell his sister the truth, and had decided that there had been no reason to lie to her, "It actually feels...kinda nice." "Nice? Good?" "Yeah, good," Jack had smiled. They had stepped out of the tub and Jack had dried off Josie with the big towel that she was so fond of. His erection had still protruded proudly from his groin and Josie had continued giggling at the sight. Jack had been surprised - and slightly worried - that it hadn't gone down even after they had gone to their room to get their pajamas. It had still stood tall as he had put a fresh diaper on Josie, and it hadn't softened a bit while they got dressed in their pajamas. Jack's cotton pajama bottoms had had a massive bulge even as they had laid down on the couch with Laura and a blanket and had watched TV. Josie would usually rest her head in his lap as they watched a few cartoons before bedtime, but the pointy erection had made it difficult. "Still big?" Josie had asked as she had rested her head against his shoulder instead. "Yeah, I guess," Jack had replied, still feeling a little troubled by his erection's perseverance. "Why?" "I don't know, Josie, it usually goes away." Laura, also sensing the unusual bulge in Jack's pajama bottoms, had pressed her muzzle against it and had sniffed it. The dog's warm muzzle and breathing had done absolutely nothing to stop his penis from throbbing. Josie had giggled when the dog had sniffed Jack's crotch again. "Laura like pee-pee." Jack had chuckled at her sister. It had actually annoyed him that the dog had kept pressing her muzzle against his crotch, not because it had felt uncomfortable, but because it had felt really good. When the dog had done it again, Jack had felt quite embarrassed that he had liked it so much that he had moved the dog over to Josie's side. Jack's penis had still been hard when they had turned off the lights and had snuck into bed. It hadn't help that the three of them, Laura included, had been lying so close to each other. He had given Josie her pacifier and had told her a story as usual but his mind had been raising. What if it would never go down? What if he would have to go to school with his penis all hard? What would his mother say? Halfway through the story, he had heard Josie's breathing slow as she had drifted off to sleep. He had turned on his side and had shut his eyes but the warm embrace of sleep hadn't come for him. His glans had still been tickling and it hadn't helped that it had been pressing against the smooth cotton fabric of his pajama bottoms. Maybe if he took them off? Laura had lifted her head when Jack had carefully pried the pants off, but he had waved her head back down. It had felt a lot better to finally have his penis out of the confines of his pajama bottoms. He had moved the blanket around a bit so that his crotch had not been covered. The cool air from the open window had felt great against his warm erection and he had closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly. It hadn't. After about twenty minutes of listening to both Josie's and Laura's soft breathing, Jack still hadn't fallen asleep. Even worse, his penis had still been as hard as it had been in the bathtub, and now it had actually started to hurt a little. Out of pure frustration, Jack had grabbed it and squeezed it hard, hoping that he could force it to go limp. As he did, the wonderful sensation he had felt in his glans earlier had returned, more powerful than ever. Part of him had been really annoyed that the penis wouldn't go down like it usually did but the other part of him had gotten even more curious. Questions had flared up again in his mind; Why did it feel so nice when he touched his penis? Would it go down if he didn't touch it? What would happen if he continued to touch it? He had relaxed his hand and had felt the familiar rush of blood through his penis as the glans swelled back up. God, his penis had been so hard. Jack had held his penis for a long moment, not entirely sure what to do with it. Squeezing it had obviously felt good but he had wondered if there had been something else he could do to it. Then it had dawned on him. The man that had had his penis inside his mother's vagina had moved his hips back and forth. What if I move my hand back and forth instead, Jack had thought. He had closed his grip around his penis a bit firmer and had slowly moved his hand up and down as a test. Jack had had to swallow as a powerful tickling had surged through his loin. He had given the stiff penis another jerk and the same lovely sensation had immediately rushed through his body. Jack had rolled over on his back, had put his left hand behind his head and had gotten comfortable. He had quickly checked to see if he had disturbed his sister or the dog next to him, but both of them had still been fast asleep. Closing his eyes, Jack had slowly begun to massage his erect penis up and down in a steady tempo. It had felt incredible, like nothing he had ever experienced before, and the more he had jerked, the better it had felt. Jack had sensed a tightening in his groin and he had moaned involuntarily. The dog had lifted her head at the sound and had looked from Jack's focused face down to his groin. The movement of his hand up and down his penis, had apparently piqued the dog's curiosity. Laura had leaned in close and had sniffed Jack's glans. When he had felt the dog's warm and moist muzzle on his glans, the feeling in his penis had become more and more intense, and the more intense the sensation had gotten, the harder and faster Jack had jerked. He hadn't noticed that his breathing had quickened but he had felt his heart pounding away in his chest. Just as he had thought that the feeling couldn't get more powerful, Laura had stuck out her coarse tongue and had licked Jack's throbbing glans. His first instinct - pushing the dog away - had instantly vaporized when he had realized how good the dog's tongue had felt. He had instinctively known that it was wrong for a dog to lick on his penis but it had just felt so incredibly nice. As Laura had kept running her warm tongue against his erection, a strange tickling sensation had started in his groin. The marvelous intensity had built and built until it had almost been too much for Jack's young body. Then something magical had happened. The intense feeling had suddenly exploded in his groin and had turned into a crescendo of pleasure. As Jack let out a long, surprised groan, he had felt his penis twitch violently in his hand and his groin contract. Something had made its up through his urethra and when Jack had looked down, it had shocked him to see his penis regurgitate this thick, gooey and white substance onto his stomach. At first, it had scared the hell out of him, even Laura had pulled back her muzzle, but it had just felt so damn good. The warm thick fluid had kept spurting onto his stomach, and for a moment Jack had worried that he had broken something inside of him and that it wouldn't stop squirting out of him. But the flow had stopped just as sudden as it had started. Jack had almost felt a sting of disappointment but had also been relieved that he hadn't had to walk around with this substance gushing out of his penis. Jack had finally let go of his penis as the orgasm slowly faded. He had been completely stunned by the lovely sensation that had just flashed through his body, amazed at how powerful and intense it had felt. He had been breathing hard and his heart had still been pounding as he finally felt his penis slowly go limp. He had looked down and had seen the white streaks of semen that ran from his pelvis to his chest. Curious, he had run a finger through the white substance. It had been cooling but he had still felt how slippery it had felt as his had rubbed his fingers together. Laura had also been curious. The retriever had sniffed the semen on Jack's stomach. Jack hadn't had time to stop her before her tongue had suddenly been licking away the white streaks from his skin. He had tried to nudge the dog away but her tongue had quickly made short work of the semen. Laura had looked like she had enjoyed the taste because she had sniffed around for more. Jack had patted her head and scratched her behind the ear and had gotten a face full of dog-tongue in return. He had almost chuckled but his sister had stirred next to him and he had quickly pulled the blanket over him again. Josie hadn't woken up; she had just sucked a couple of times on her pacifier before going quiet again. Jack had felt drained of energy and when he had closed his eyes again, he had immediately drifted away in a peaceful sleep. Emma must have seen the smile on his face while he had been reminiscing, because she gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at him. "Fond memories, daddy?" "Very," Jack nodded. They were still sitting on the bench in Golden Gate Park but decided to head down to a nearby café where they enjoyed a cup of coffee and a nice slice of cake. "Should we cancel tonight's dinner?" Emma asked. The thought had crossed Jack's mind but he had decided against it. "No, pumpkin," he told his daughter, "This is Dennis' day, our son's day, and I would really like to celebrate his new beginning. He deserves it after everything he's been through and I'm sure Josie wouldn't want it any other way." "That's really sweet of you, daddy." "I'll fly over to Josie's facility tomorrow morning and arrange the funeral." Josie had been living at a facility in Arizona for mentally challenged persons. She had originally been placed at a rather decrepit group home by their mother, but after their mother had passed away and Jack's career had taken off, he had immediately had her moved to a much more caring, professional and luxurious facility. Josie had liked it a lot there and the staff had been wonderful and attentive. Though he regretted that he hadn't been there for her in the end, he found solace in the fact that she had been surrounded by caring people. The nurse who had called him earlier, had told him that Josie had passed away in her sleep and that it was highly unlikely that she had felt any pain whatsoever. Jack had appreciated her words and he kept picturing his sister lying peacefully in her bed, dressed in her favorite gown, looking beautiful as ever. Jack looked up when a mother at a nearby table ordered a sundae for her little daughter. The child was maybe three or four years old and she still used a pacifier. The girl didn't look particularly like Josie, but the sight of her with her trusted pacifier, made Jack think back at how attached Josie had been to hers. Their mother had tried for years to ween Josie off the pacifier but the girl hadn't wanted to let go of it. She hadn't used it all of the time but their mother had worried about Josie's dental development. Even at twelve years old, Josie had still had a hard time letting go of it and their mother had basically given up on the endeavor. Although it hadn't been his intention at all, it had actually been Jack who had finally made Josie give up on her pacifier. When he had awoken the morning after he had had his first ejaculation, Josie had been lying on her side, smiling at him from behind her pacifier. "Morning, Josie," Jack had said and had returned the smile. He had felt good. Good and rested. Actually, he had felt rested in a different way than he usually did. It had been quite a nice feeling. Josie had removed the pacifier from her mouth. "Pee-pee big?" she had asked. Jack had chuckled at his sister's question. He had lifted the blanket and both had looked down at his naked lower body - he had completely forgotten that he had taken the bottoms off during the night. His penis had been small and flaccid. Josie had almost looked disappointed when she had realized that her brother's penis hadn't been erect. "No big?" "I guess not, Josie." It had startled Jack when he had felt his sister's hand search out his penis beneath the blanket. He had scrambled out of bed and had quickly pulled on his pajama bottoms. "Pee-pee big," Josie had insisted. "Not now, Josie, we have to take Laura for a walk and get ready for school." She had not seemed too pleased with that answer but had accepted her brother's authority. "Later?" she had asked. "Okay, you can touch it later but you have to get up now," Jack had answered overbearingly. After the school day had finished, Jack had sprinted to the local library before picking up josie at her school. He had done a quick search at the library and, judging by its cover, had found a book that he had thought could hold some valuable information. He felt bad that he had had to "borrow" the book because he hadn't been old enough to check it out of the library the normal way. He had sworn to put it back when he was done and had kept that promise. After they had gotten home and had taken Laura for her afternoon walk, the two of them had been doing their homework at the dinner table. Josie's homework had primarily consisted of coloring certain animals with crayons, and while she had been busy with that, Jack and pulled out the book he had "borrowed". He had silently read the title to himself; `How Babies Are Made'. The book had contained some very innocent illustrated images of a mother and father in bed together. "The sperm, which comes from the father's testicles, are sent into the mother through his penis," Jack had read silently, "To do this, the father and mother lie down facing each other and the father places his penis in the mother's vagina. Unlike plants and animals, when human mothers and fathers create a new baby, they are sharing a very personal and special relationship." Not knowing what the word `Sperm' meant, Jack had gotten out the dictionary and had flipped the pages until he had found the word he was looking for. "Sperm," he had read, "A sex cell produced by a man or male animal. See also `Semen'." Jack had immediately turned the pages until he found the word `Semen'. "Also known as seminal fluid, the liquid produced by the male sex organs that contains sperm. Usually white or yellowish in appearance and viscous to the touch. Discharged from the male penis through ejaculation and often as a result of sexual intercourse or masturbation." Jack had felt convinced, that the substance that had come out of his penis last night had been this sperm or semen thingy. He had thought that both words had sounded funny but adult words usually did. Just to be absolutely sure, Jack had flipped to the word `Masturbation'. "Masturbation; erotic stimulation especially of one's own genital organs commonly resulting in orgasm or ejaculation," Jack had read silently. This had been exactly what he had been doing last night. Jack had felt a massive wave of relief wash over him. He had feared that something was wrong with him and that he had been the only boy in the world that could make the white stuff come out of his penis. "Jackie reading?" Jack had looked up at his sister who had sent a curious look at the library book. Jack had quickly flipped the book shut and had hidden it under an algebra book. "Yeah, Josie, just some homework," he had lied. He had never liked lying to his sister but this had been a too sensitive and personal matter in his opinion, and he had doubted that Josie would have truly understood it if he had told her. "Josie see?" His sister had seemed so genuinely curious and Jack had decided to show her the book. Josie had leafed through, sometimes giggling and blushing at the illustrated images. They really had been very innocently drawn, no nudity shown, but there had been an illustration of a man lying on top of a woman. Although they had been almost entirely covered by a blanket, Josie had apparently realized that something naughty had been going on between them. The front door had swung open and Jack had immediately grabbed the book out of Josie's hands and had hidden it underneath his homework. Their mother, Michelle, had kicked the door shut with her heel and had parked to grocery bags on the kitchen counter. She had looked exhausted, the heavy makeup that she always wore, had done little to hide the tired dark rings around her eyes. She had been only twenty-eight at the time but had looked like someone in her forties. She had had Jack and Josie when she had been just 16 and, from the looks of it, every day since then had been a struggle for her. Michelle had been skinny and blonde, in need of some rest and some sun, but Jack had still felt that she had probably been pretty as a young girl. "Mommy," Josie had shouted and had run into her mother's waiting arms. Michelle had showered her face with kiss and had given her a big hug. Laura had barked, wanting some love as well, but their mother had shooed away the dog. "Quiet, you mutt." She had lit a cigarette and had begun unpacking the grocery bags. Jack hadn't had to look up to know what was in them, it had usually been the same items every time. TV dinners, dog food and, in addition to a few necessities, cigarettes and liquor. "How was your day, sweetie?" their mother had asked Josie. "Day good, mommy." Michelle had pulled a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the bag and had poured herself a shot in a coffee cup. She had downed it in one swig and had poured herself another. "Do the groceries, boy," she had told Jack and had slumped down on the couch. Jack had done as ordered while Josie had cuddled against her mother. Josie had always had a special place in her mother's heart. Jack hadn't been jealous or anything, he had always wanted the best for his sister, but he had sometimes wished that his mother had shown him some affection as well. "When you're done, make yourself useful and rub your momma's feet." Jack had always hated rubbing his mother's feet and his displeasure had apparently been obvious on his face. "Don't gimme' that long face, boy," his mother had barked, "I can always get the belt if you want." Michelle had sometimes beaten Jack with a leather belt when she had needed to vent her frustrations, not often, but hard enough to make sure he had remembered the pain. "Okay, momma," he had told her, putting away the groceries. His mother had kicked off her cheap pumps and had leaned back in the couch. Jack had gotten down on his knees and had taken his mother's naked feet in his hands. They had been slightly sweaty and they hadn't smelled too well from being imprisoned by her shoes' wannabe-leather. He had done exactly what his mother had liked, squeezing her toes, one by one, then focusing on her high arches. His mother had sighed at his touch and tilted her head back. As Jack had started rubbing her heels, he had looked up and had noticed that his mother's skirt had crept up along her thighs. She hadn't been wearing any panties and jack had had an unobstructed view of his mother's vagina. It had been hairy but he had still been able to make out his mother's vaginal lips peeping out through her bush. Jack had continued running his fingers along her arches and Michelle had gotten more and more relaxed. As a result, her thighs had relaxed as well and had parted even further. Jack hadn't been sure whether she had done it on purpose or not, but when his mother had leaned back even further in the couch, her skirt had creeped up a bit more and her vagina had moved closer to his face. His mother was blonde between the legs as well and Jack had suddenly found himself liking the sight of his mother's vagina. He had seen his mother's vagina plenty of times in the past, especially when she had been bathing. Jack always had to wash her back and sometimes her legs when she had been extra exhausted from work. She had always made him wait in the bathroom while she had dried herself off - just so that he could dry her back - and he had seen his mother's vagina plenty of times then. He had recalled how that man had been on top his mother, pushing his penis in and out of her vagina. He had also recalled how much his mother had liked it, how much she had moaned in pleasure. "The hell you' doing, boy?" Jack had looked up. His mother's glaring eyes had been locked on him. "Are you looking at your momma's vagina?" she had hissed at him. Jack had instinctively retreated a bit at the sight of her fury - but he had also noticed that she hadn't closed her legs. "No, momma." "You little creep," his mother had continued, "Look at you with your little pecker all excited." Jack had looked down and had been surprised to see an obvious bulge in his jeans. He had quickly hidden the little embarrassment with his hands. "I didn't mean to, momma," he had pleaded. His mother had looked at him sourly but Jack felt that the worst had passed. When she had hit him in the past, she hadn't wasted any time on sour looks, she had gone straight for the belt. His mother had lit another cigarette and had blown smoke at him. "Better not catch you looking again, boy," she had warned him - again without closing her legs. "Yes, momma, I swear I won't." Michelle had played with Josie while Jack had finished his homework. Their mother worked at a bar in the evenings and always had a bath before heading off to work. As she had gotten undressed, she had dropped her waitress uniform from the diner on the floor, and it had been up to jack to pick up after her and put the clothes in the hamper. Their mother had sauntered through the living room naked and had headed for the bathroom. Jack had heard her fill the top through the open door, and it hadn't been long before she had called for him to come wash her back. As usual, his mother had been holding an ashtray in one hand and a cigarette in the other when Jack had entered the bathroom. The sponge had already been floating in the water and he had known what to do. "Take your socks and jeans off, boy, don't want `em to get all wet," his mother had told him. There had already been small puddles of water on the floor and Jack had placed his socks and jeans on the closed toilet lid. His mother had leaned forward in the tub so that Jack could scrub her back. Jack had run the sponge along her skinny back as his mother had puffed away on her cigarette. "Now, do momma's legs," she had told him and had rested her calves on the sides of the bathtub. Jack had moved around to the front of the tub. The water had been clear, only a few soap-bubbles on the surface and Jack had had a perfect view of his mother's submerged vagina. "Don't you go getting all excited again, boy," she had mocked her son. "No, momma," Jack had said, "I won't." He had started with her feet, running the sponge along the arches like she had liked, then gentle cleaning the space between her toes. He had desperately tried to keep his eyes from flicking to his mother's vagina but her legs had been spread so wide that it had been impossible for him not to look. "Like what you see, boy?" "No, momma," Jack had said, immediately averting his gaze. "You don't think momma's pretty?" "Yes, momma, you're pretty." He had shifted the sponge to her lower legs and had run the soft fabric against her smooth skin. He had not dared to look up at his mother's face but he had felt certain that her eyes had been fixed on him. "Damn right, I'm pretty," she had said and had put out her cigarette. Jack had moved the sponge to her thighs which had mostly been submerged in the water. He had stopped at the water's edge but his mother had grabbed a hold of his hand and had forced it into the water. The boy's breath had stuttered in his throat as his mother's hand had slowly dragged his arm into the water, pressing the sponge along her inner-thigh all the way down to her vagina. Jack had had to lean in over the tub to reach that far down and this had brought his face close to his mother's breasts which, to be fair, had still been rather firm. Jack hadn't resisted when his mother had circled his hand and the sponge against her vagina. He had noticed how hard and erect her nipples had been and when he had looked up at her mother, he had seen the slight hint of a taunting smile on her face. "You want momma to be clean, don't you?" "Yes, momma," Jack had nodded. "Then clean momma properly." Her hand had let go of his but Jack had not dared removing the sponge from her mother's private parts. He had kept circling it against her vagina like she had showed him and he had heard her sigh deeply. She had shifted slightly in the tub and one of her hard nipples had brushed against his cheek. He had been surprised at how hard the wrinkled protuberance had felt against his skin. His mother had placed her elbows on the sides of the tub and one of them had nudged against his cotton briefs. He had quickly looked down at the elbow pressing against his groin, then back up at his mother but she had looked - whether on purpose or not - oblivious to the intimate touch. As Jack had continued circling the sponge against his mother's private parts, his groin had kept rubbing against her elbow and the boy, to his horror, had felt how his penis had begun tightening in his briefs. He had desperately tried to will it back to its soft state but it had kept growing. When Jack had slowly tried to retract his arm from the water, his mother had stopped him with a sharp whip of her tongue. "Don't you stop, boy." Jack's penis had been bulging in his briefs as he had slipped his hand back down in the water. His erection had kept pressing against his mother's elbow but he had sincerely hoped that she hadn't noticed. "You're getting excited again." Jack had swallowed in dry throat and had not dared to look at his mother. He had kept brushing the sponge against her vagina, hoping his obedience would distract her from his penis. "Aren't you, boy?" Her elbow had pressed a little firmer against his enclosed erection and he had hated how the pressure had sent a lovely surge through his groin. "Yes, momma." "Getting excited at the sight of you momma, that ain't normal, boy." His mother hadn't returned his gaze when he had looked up at her, she had just continued to stare at the tiled wall. "I'm sorry, momma." "You should be, only creepy little boys get excited like that," she had stated blankly, "Are you a creepy little boy?" "No, momma." "I think you are," his mother had continued, "I think you like to watch your momma; I think you like to make momma uncomfortable." "No, momma, I don't." "Don't lie to me, boy," she had sneered and had finally turned her face and peered into his eyes, "I think you want mommy to touch your disgusting little pecker, don't you?" "No, mom--" "Yes, you want momma to take it in her hand and tell you how pretty it is, don't you?" Jack hadn't dared reply to her and had continued washing her vagina. Though only twelve years old, he had been wise enough to know that whatever answer he'd give, would have been the wrong one. "You're just like your uncle." She had been referring to his uncle Brett, his mother's older brother. Jack had never met him. Brett had moved to Canada before Jack and Josie had been born, but his mother had always berated their uncle whenever his name had come up. He had sounded like a bad person and Jack hadn't wanted to be compared to someone like him. "I'm not, momma, I swear." "He wanted momma to touch his pecker too." Jack had watched his mother tilt her head back and exhale deeply. She had let out a soft, drawn-out moan through clenched teeth. He had felt how her thighs had pulled close around his hand, how they had squeezed his fingers tight, almost painfully so. His mother had suddenly jolted and water had splashed onto the floor. She had held back the better part of a squeal and had quickly gotten her body under control again. Jack had felt her thighs relax as she had sucked in deep breaths. He had kept running the sponge against her private parts but his mother had grabbed his hand and had pulled it out of the water. Her cheeks had been redder than normal when she had looked at him and her eyes had seemed flustered. "Get outta here," she had told him, "Go get dinner ready." Jack had quickly picked up his clothes and had pulled on his jeans. He had struggled to fit his erection in his pants but had managed before stumbling back into the living room. Josie had been playing with Laura and had smiled when she had seen Jack. She must have seen the troubled look on his face because she had seemed concerned. "Jackie okay?" "Yes, Josie," Jack had reassured her, "Jackie okay." He had popped the TV dinners into the oven and had joined Josie and the dog on the couch while they had waited for the dinner to be ready. Jack had thought a lot about his mother's words as his erection had slowly receded. Maybe she had been right. A little boy shouldn't be getting excited from seeing his mother naked or because her elbow had innocently brushed against his penis. Maybe there really had been something wrong with him. "Jackie sad?" Josie had asked. He had smiled at his sweet sister. It had been so like her to be worried about her brother and he had really appreciated her concern. He had run a hand across her hair. "Everything is fine, Josie." They had eaten their dinner by the TV while their mother had gotten dressed, getting ready for work at the bar. When she had finished putting on her makeup, she had kissed Josie goodbye and had told Jack to do a better job of cleaning the dishes. After their mother had left, the two children had played house with Josie's dolls, Josie being Barbie and Jack being Ken. Jack's sister had always loved it when the two dolls had kissed and they would always have kids. They had played for almost an hour when Jack had noticed that his sister had started to squirm a bit. "Do you need to go poo-poo, Josie?" His sister had nodded and had laid down on her back. Jack had lifted her skirt, taken her panties off and had removed his sister's pee-heavy diaper. "There," he had smiled at her, "Go make poo-poo." Josie had sprung to her feet and had gone to the bathroom to relieve herself. It had been time for their bath anyway so Jack had packed away the dolls and the dollhouse. He had heard the usual `plops' from the bathroom as Josie had emptied her bowels. "Done," he had heard her sister shout. Jack had gone to the bathroom. Josie had been sitting on the toilet bowl, her feet barely able to touch the ground. She had sent him a smile and had leaned forward in the seat for her brother. Jack had gotten some toilet paper and had wiped Josie's bottom, taking great care in getting her completely clean. "Go get undressed, Josie," he had told her and flushed the toilet, "I'll get the bath started." As Josie had gone back into the living room, Jack had turned on the faucets for the tub. Checking that the water temperature had been just the way Josie had liked it, he had gone back into the living room and had taken his close off. Josie had handed him her clothes and he had dropped it in the hamper. They had sat naked on the couch with Laura between them, watching a bit of cartoon while the tub filled. Although it obviously hadn't happened over night, Jack had suddenly noticed that his 12-year-old sister had begun developing breasts. They had been nothing to speak of really, just a slight puffiness around her nipples but it had been clear that something had been happening there. He had thought the small protruding sprouts had looked cute on Josie and he had felt happy for her that her body had been developing normally, considering that her mind hadn't. Actually, Jack had thought, her entire body had been developing quite nicely. Josie had always been a slim girl with a proportional body that many girls would find enviable. She had a few freckles in her face and on her shoulders, but most had been hidden by her auburn hair. Not that Jack had any problems with her freckles, he had personally thought they had looked great on her, but he had seen kids at his school tease other kids with freckles. Maybe it had been for the best then, that Josie went to that special school. Jack had found his eyes drifting downward to his sister's vagina. It had still been completely hairless but he had thought that it had changed a little. The soft fatty folds that protected her vaginal lips had seemed bigger, not a lot but just enough for him to noticed. When Jack had felt a tightening in his groin and the firmness of an erection building up, he had realized that he had been gazing at his sister's vagina for quite a while. He had blinked, looked away and had tried to shake off whatever had been going on in his young mind, but his penis had continued hardening. His mother's words had echoed in his mind again and Jack had found himself feeling terrible inside. He hadn't wanted to be a creep, especially not with his loving sister. "Pee-pee big," Josie had giggled. His sister had noticed the stiff erection that had stood out proudly from his groin and had smiled at the sight. Jack had felt embarrassed and hadn't understood why his penis had grown hard right then and there. Had it been because he had been looking at his sister's private part? Maybe. But he had seen Josie's vagina plenty of times in the past and his penis hadn't gotten stiff then. His body was behaving really strange, Jack had thought. Then he had remembered something he had read about that strange word called `Puberty'. The book had mentioned something about puberty being the period or age, at which a person is first capable of sexual reproduction. The book had also said that when a boy go into puberty, his erect penis becomes capable of ejaculating semen and impregnating a girl, and that boys start to become more interested in girls. Jack had wondered if that meant, that girls would also become more interested in boys. He hadn't noticed anything from the girls at school but at least his sister had seemed interested in his penis. "Yes, Josie, pee-pee big," Jack had told her. "Pee-pee pretty," Josie had said. Jack had known that Josie had been genuine, his sister's mental faculties would never allow her to make an insincere statement like that. "Thanks, Josie, your pee-pee is pretty too." His sister had giggled at the compliment and had looked down between her legs at her tender vagina and then back at her brother's erection. "Josie touch?" she had asked. Jack had hesitated at the questions. He had really liked it when his sister had touched his penis yesterday but - with his mother's words still fresh in his memory - he had felt apprehensive about what his sister might think about him if he let her. "Josie touch?" she had repeated. Jack had looked into her soft innocent eyes and had only seen sincere curiosity. "Okay, but just for a little bit." Josie had giggled again when she had leaned forward and had folded her soft hand around her brother's stiff shaft. Jack had felt the same wave of delight as when she had held his penis yesterday. "Pee-pee hard," Josie had said, looking more bewildered than anything else. She had given his erection a good squeeze and had giggled when Jack's purple glans had swelled. Laura had lifted her head and had looked back and forth from sibling to sibling, trying to wrap her canine brain around what had been so funny. She had noticed Jack's penis in Josie's hand and had apparently recognized its sight and smell. She had raised her muzzle and had run her coarse tongue against the boy's engorged glans. Josie had giggled so hard at the sight that Jack had feared the she would accidently pee on the couch. Laura had licked his glans again and Jack had had to take a deep breath in order to stifle the moan that had been building in his throat. The dog's tongue had felt so warm and generous against his penis and he had gripped the couch cushions in order to hold himself still. Josie had giggled and had eventually let go of her brother's penis but Laura had just pressed her muzzle against Jack's groin and had begun running her lovely tongue faster against his exposed genitals. "Laura like," Josie had laughed. Jack had just nodded with an open mouth, still astonished that something could feel as nice as this. "Jackie like?" "Yes," Jack had whispered. That wonderful and powerful sensation, that he had felt last night, just before the white stuff had come out of his penis, had started building in his loin again. Jack had loved the feeling; it had been so intoxicating and overpowering and he had desperately wanted to experience it again. But if the white stuff came out of him again, would it scare Josie? Would she think he was a creepy little boy like his mother had said? The thought had whirled around in Jack's mind as the orgasm had crept closer. Like fighting against restraints or a powerful current, Jack had managed to reach down and had nudged Laura warm muzzle away from his penis. It had been just in the nick of time and Jack had felt how his groin had spasmed, poised and ready to squirt the semen out of him. He had forced himself to relax while keeping Laura at bay. The wonderful and tingling sense had begrudgingly dissolved and he had been left with a very sensitive and throbbing erection. "No good?" Josie had asked. "Too good," he had smiled. The dog had still been trying to get her muzzle at his penis but Jack had managed to keep her off. Instead, Laura had turned to Josie's groin and had begun running her tongue against his sister's vagina instead. This had made Josie laugh our loud again. Jack had since how his sister had squirmed, with tears of laughter running down her cheeks, but had also realized that she hadn't even tried to push the dog away. "Tickle," Josie had laughed, "Laura tickle." The dog hadn't responded but had kept licking away at Josie's vagina. It hadn't taken many seconds of watching his sister being licked by the dog for Jack to grasp just how arousing this had been. His sister's laughter and giggles had slowly but surely been replaced by her irregular breathing. She had had a perplexed look on her face and had brought her hands to her mouth. "Does it feel nice, Josie?" His sister hadn't replied for quite a while, she had just kept looking down at the dog while its tongue had caressed her genitals. When she had finally looked up at her brother, Jack had seen the bewilderment in her eyes. "Nice," she had slowly replied. If Laura's tongue had felt anything like it had felt against his penis, then Jack knew how much pleasure his sister had been feeling. As confusing and overwhelming as those feelings could be, Jack had felt so happy for his sister that she had gotten to experience them as well. She had deserved to feel like that just as much as he had, maybe even more, so why should he be the only one? Or his mother? Jack's mind had flashed back again to the night where he had seen the man with his penis inside his mother, how much they had enjoyed themselves. His gaze had lowered from Josie's face to her vagina. Her puffy labia had seemed swollen and excited. They had had a reddish hue to them but he hadn't known if it had been the dog's tongue that had caused it or because his sister had felt excited. Jack had swung his eyes to his throbbing erection, then back to Josie's vagina. Would it feel nice for both of them if he put his penis inside Josie's vagina? Would Josie want him to? Jack's mind had been racing at that point. He had felt an almost magnetic attraction to his sister and the sight of her moist vaginal lips and the sound of her sweet moans, had made his erection twitch between his legs. What would Josie say if he asked her? Would she think he was being a creepy little boy? Jack had swallowed and had finally decided that he couldn't risk his lovely sister detesting him like that. He would never be able to forgive himself if he scared Josie. But she had just looked so beautiful sitting there on the couch, her hands by her mouth as Laura had kept licking her pretty vagina. The powerful, almost uncontrollable urges Jack had felt, had scared him and he had realized that he had had to do something about those primeval instincts, before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life. He had climbed down from couch and had knelt behind Laura. The dog had held her tail up, exposing both her anus and her vagina. Jack hadn't known about female dogs being in heat back then, but he had felt certain that Laura's genitals had looked distended. He had wished that he hadn't had to resort to this but when he had grabbed his penis, and had pressed his glans against the dog's warm vagina, he had felt his whole body shudder with lust. Laura had turned her head to see what Jack had been doing to her and it had surprised him that she hadn't reacted when his glans had penetrated her vaginal opening. The dog's vagina had felt so wonderfully warm and tight around his penis, and Jack had instinctively pressed his pelvis forward. His penis had slid into Laura without so much as a bark from the dog, and she had still just looked at him curiously when he had begun moving his pelvis back and forth. Josie, still breathing heavily, had craned her neck to see what had been going on behind the dog. Not able to get a good look, she had climbed down from the couch until she had finally seen how her brother's stiff penis had been moving in and out of Laura. If the sight had troubled or disgusted, she had hidden it extremely well. His sister had only seemed honestly interested, almost fascinated, in the ongoing copulation. "Pee-pee in Laura?" she had asked. Jack had only been able to nod, the sensation of being inside the dog's vagina had felt so much nicer than when she had licked on his penis - and that had felt incredible. This much pleasure had almost been too much for his young mind and he had had nothing to compare it to. "Nice?" Jack had again nodded and had grabbed Laura's hips and had thrusted his penis in and out of her wonderful vagina. The dog had panted rapidly, its tongue dangling from its mouth. Josie had put an arm around the Laura's neck and had gotten an appreciative lick in the face from the dog in return. "Laura like," Josie had stated with a smile. Jack could no longer hold back. The juices that had started building when he had seen his mother's vagina, the pressure that had been growing while he had washed her between the legs, the lust that had multiplied as Laura had licked on his penis, could no longer be contained. It had felt like a hydrogen bomb had exploded in his groin when the sudden and swift release had sent his simmering semen shooting into the dog. Time had seemed to slow down as he ejaculated and Jack had been unsure if his orgasm had lasted seconds or minutes. The way his groin had contracted had almost felt painful but it had just kept sending out one squirt of semen after another. The dog's vagina had quickly overflowed and Josie had leaned in for a closer look, curious at the strange white substance that had suddenly begun dripping from Laura's vagina and onto the carpet. When the orgasm had faded, Jack's glans had felt insanely sensitive and he had taken great care when retracting his penis from the dog's vagina. More of his semen had immediately started oozing from Laura's opening, and the dog had rolled onto its side and had begun licking her genitals clean. Josie had been very interested in the way Laura had cleaned herself and the white substance that was coming out of her vagina. "That?" Josie had asked, pointing to the dog's vagina. Jack had slumped onto the couch, trying to catch his breath. "It's this white stuff that comes out of my penis," he had tried to explain, "It's called sperm or something." He had suddenly realized that the tub had still been filling and he had run to the bathroom in time to stop a potential overflow. Josie had joined him a few seconds later and they had both slipped into the lovely warm water. Jack had felt exhausted in a way he hadn't felt before and when Josie had looked at his penis, it had been soft and small. "No big?" she had asked. Jack had smiled and had shaken his head. His body had still been tingling from the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm and he had let the warm water sooth his body. Sitting there in the tub with his sister, Jack hadn't been able to let go the marvelous wonders of his first sexual experience. The fact that it had been with a dog, had mattered less to him. He would have preferred it to have been with his gorgeous sister though - and maybe he had made a mistake not asking her - but he had sincerely hoped that they would get another opportunity in the near future. The image of his sister's face, as the dog had licked her vagina, had stayed with him throughout the evening and when they had climbed into bed, he had held her hand until they had drifted off to sleep. When Jack had woken up during the night, he had had a throbbing erection. It had been the sound of his mother coming home that had awoken him. From the whispering and chuckles that had come from the living room, he had heard that she hadn't been alone. He had looked over at the door to the bedroom and hadn't been surprised when a hand had pulled the door shut. Even with the closed door, he had still been able to hear how his mother and whoever she had brought home with her, had been rolling around on the pull-out couch. The worn springs had squeaked with every movement and the whispering had eventually turned into moans and groans. Jack had turned on his side and had lied face to face with his sister. Laura had chosen to sleep on the floor today so there had been a little more room than usual. The starlight coming in through the window, had lit his sister's face for him. Josie's pacifier had fallen out of her mouth during the night and had been lying on her pillow next to her face. They had still been holding hands although Josie's grip had been loose. Jack had closed his eyes and had tried to ignore the muffled sounds coming from the living room. He had been a bit annoyed with his erection because it had felt very hard in his pajama bottoms. The tight cotton didn't help and had actually hurt a little. Jack had reached down and had half pulled, half wriggled his pajama off. It had felt a lot without the bottoms on and it had also cooled his penis slightly. He had looked into his sister's face. She had been sleeping so peacefully while their mother moaned in pleasure in the next room. He hadn't known whether it had been the throbbing erection between his legs, or the excited sounds coming from the living room, but he had felt that that his sister had looked so beautiful. Jack had leaned close to her face and had given her sister's lips a very soft kiss. Josie hadn't reacted and Jack had smiled. He had thought about kissing her again but when Josie had stirred slightly, her hand had brushed against his stiff penis. Jack had almost yelped at the faint touch and had felt his penis twitch nervously. He had held his breath to see if Josie would react but his sister had continued sleeping. It had been obvious that his mother had been enjoying herself in the next room and Jack hadn't been able to shake the memory of what she had looked like, sitting there in the tub with her legs spread. Her vagina had looked very pretty but he had still thought that Josie's had looked prettier. He had looked at his sister again. He had a gotten strange feeling in his stomach when his eyes took in her sweet innocence - or maybe it had been in his heart - but it hadn't been a bad feeling at all, more like that tickling sensation you get on a rollercoaster. He hadn't thought about whether it had been right or wrong when he had reached down and had gently taken his sister's hand, he had just done it. Moving it very carefully, Jack had placed it on his erection. He hadn't expected a reaction from Josie but when he had suddenly felt her hand close around his shaft, he had let out a soft sigh. He hadn't been sure whether it had been an involuntary reaction from Josie - like when a small baby holds onto a finger - but her soft hand had felt so lovely around his penis. He had just laid there for a few minutes, savoring the feeling of his sister's hand on his erection. She had occasionally given it the gentlest of squeezes and he had seen a faint smile on her pretty face. Jack had closed his eyes and had wondered if his sister had been dreaming. Maybe she had even been dreaming of him. When he had opened his eyes again, Josie had been looking straight at him. It had almost startled him out of the bed but when she had sent him one of her sweet smiles and had squeezed his penis, he had calmed down immediately. "I didn't mean to wake you," he had whispered. "Pee-pee big?" Jack had almost chuckled. She had of course known that it was big, she had - after all - been holding it in her hand, but Josie had always needed Jack's confirmation, even of the obvious. "Yes," Jack had smiled in a low voice. It probably hadn't been necessary to whisper - considering the noise they had been hearing coming from the living room. "Pee-pee in Josie?" Jack had swallowed. Had she just asked him to put his penis inside of her vagina? Nah, probably not. There had been nothing he would rather do of course but he had probably just heard her wrong. "Pee-pee in Josie?" his sister had asked again. He had seen the determined, almost expecting look on her face. So he had heard her correct after all. Maybe watching him with Laura had made her curious. Maybe it had even made her jealous. "I'd like that very much, Josie," he had whispered. "Pee-pee in Josie," she had said and this time it hadn't been a question. Jack had nodded. Josie had still held on to his penis as Jack had sat up and had gently pulled her panties down to her ankles. His sister had used her feet to get them off completely as Jack had unfastened her diaper. Josie had lifted her buttocks and Jack had pulled her diaper off. It had still been light and had smelled clean, and Jack had doubted that there had been any pee in it. He had looked down at her smooth little vagina that had been illuminated by moonlight. The gorgeous sight had made his groin tighten and he had felt how his penis had throbbed between his legs. Josie had reached over and had put her pacifier back in her mouth. "Are you sure, Josie?" Jacked had whispered softly. The little girl had looked up at him with her beautiful eyes and had nodded. Though by far the most sexually experienced of the two - which wasn't saying a whole lot - Jack had still felt very nervous when he had climbed onto Josie and had lied down between her legs. His distended glans had almost trembled when he had pressed it against his sister's narrow opening. His first try had harmlessly bounced off her labia and the second had hit her thigh. He had looked down at his penis, almost embarrassed by how eager it had felt. Josie had begun clicking away on the pacifier but had stopped when Jack's penis had found her opening. Her eyes had opened wide and Jack had felt his sister's body stiffen underneath him. His glans had barely made it past her outer labia but he had stopped immediately until he felt that Josie had calmed back down. He had pressed a little further and had felt how his sister's vagina had started to resist him. A half an inch further and Josie's vagina had suddenly felt a lot softer and a lot more wet. Jack had looked down at his sister but she had still been relatively calm. When his throbbing glans had begun squeezing itself in between her vaginal lips, Josie had looked up at him. She had been sucking rapidly on her pacifier and she had had a confused looked on her face. But she hadn't complained or resisted him. "You're doing great, Josie," Jack had whispered to his sister, though not really knowing what he was talking about. He felt a small twitch in his penis when his glans had suddenly slipped all the way into Josie. His sister had sucked in a sharp breath through her nostrils but had calmed down again as Jack very, very gently had pressed his penis into her vagina. The tightness of his sister's vagina had astounded him; the way it had gripped his erection in a tight and warm and wet embrace had almost sent his loins toward an immediate orgasm. While the dog's vagina had been very tight, it had felt nothing like Josie's. But it had dawned on him quickly, that for all the tightness, for all the difficulties he had had getting his penis inside of his sister's vagina, the two had fitted together perfectly, like they had been sculpted for one another. Maybe it had been because they were twins, Jack thought, or maybe God had always meant for them to be together. Whatever the reason, Jack had been completely taken aback at how wonderful his sister's vagina felt around his penis. He had looked down at Josie and it had been as if she had been thinking the same. Her eyes had been wide, yes, but not in pain or shock, but in amazement. When Jack had begun moving his pelvis back and forth very gently, Josie's breathing had quickened and he had seen how her mind had struggled with this strange new sensation she had been feeling. As seconds turned into a minute, Jack had felt his sister's body relax and her breathing slow down. He had reached down and gently taken the pacifier from Josie's mouth. It had given a slight `Pop' when it had come out of her mouth and Jack had seen the apprehension in her sweet eyes. Taking it very slowly, he had continued moving his penis in and out of his sister's vagina while bending down and kissing her soft lips. Josie had given him such a sweet smile that had made his heart swell in his chest. He had kissed her again, sensing the smile on her lips. When he had lifted his head, it had been Josie who had pulled him back down and had kissed him. The two children had continued kissing while their sexual organs had acclimatized to each other. Without realizing it, Jack had begun moving his hips faster and faster. His sister's vagina had felt much more slippery at this point and his penis had easily glided back and forth. "Does it feel good?" he had whispered. "Pee-pee in Josie good," his sister had smiled. When Jack had begun thrusting his pelvis forward with a bit more force, Josie had started moaning slightly. Her breathing had quickened again but for a different reason this time. Jack had also had difficulties holding back his moans but when he had felt his sister put her arms around him, he hadn't been able to quell a groan. The small bed had been rocking back and forth as the two children had continued to make love while the sounds from the living room had been rising toward a crescendo. When they had heard the mother squeal out in pleasure from the next room, Jack had felt his groin start to simmer. He hadn't thought it possible, but the feeling had even exceeding the sensation he had felt when he had ejaculated into the dog. Josie had looked up at him, almost concerned at the strained look on his face, but Jack's body had been tingling so wonderfully and it had seemed like the immense pleasure wouldn't end. A single drop of sweat had rolled down from his forehead and his arms had started trembling. Josie had lifted her hand and had placed it against his cheek. The look of pure love that he had seen in her young eyes, had been too much for Jack. He had felt his groin tighten into a tiny little knot - like a star collapsing under its own weight - and when his prostate had gone supernova, he had hissed through clenched teeth as his semen had squirted into Josie. The girl's mouth had opened in surprise, her eyes had gone wide and her lungs had filled with air while Jack had continued squirting his virile semen into her vagina. Jack had had no idea about how much semen comes out of a boy when he ejaculates, but all that he had, he had given to Josie that night. Just as the noise from the living room had finally died down, Jack had slumped down into Josie's embrace. He hadn't been able to move, hadn't been able to think, he had just lied there in Josie's arms. "Jackie okay?" his sister had finally asked. "Yes," he had whispered, "Are you okay?" "Josie okay." A couple of minutes had passed and Jack had finally felt his soft penis pop out of his sister's tight vagina. He hadn't looked down to see if his white stuff had been oozing out of her, he had just grabbed her diaper and had slid it under her waist. Josie had positioned her buttocks on top of it and had watched as her brother had folded the diaper over her vagina and had put the fasteners in place. They hadn't bothered with their underwear and had just pulled the covers over them. Jack had taken his sister's small hands in his and had held them tight. Their eyes had been locked on each other and Jack had told his sister what he had been dying to say while he had been inside of her vagina. "I love you, Josie." He had seen how tears had formed in his sister's innocent eyes and how her lips had quivered. It had been as if his sister had had a moment of complete mental clarity, and how she had probably realized that she could never have the boy that she so deeply loved, or ever be the girl he deserved to have by his side. "Josie love Jackie." Jack had kissed his sister's lips and had gently dried her eyes with the blanket. He had found her pacifier and had held it up to her mouth but Josie had shaken her head. She had never used a pacifier since. Jack swallowed and wiped tears from his face as his mind returned to the present. Emma was in the ladies' room and he was happy that she hadn't seen him cry - she had already seen too much of that today. His daughter knew that Jack had made love to his sister quite frequently, Emma had actually walked in on them having sex when she had been around thirteen years old. It was not something they talked about but Emma understood how much Josie had meant to her father. But the one thing that Emma had never fully comprehended, was how much she herself had meant to Josie. She knew that her aunty loved her of course but she didn't realize why his sister had felt so attached to Emma. While waiting for his daughter to return from the ladies' room, he paid the check. Jack felt really torn and he was uncertain how Emma would react if he told her. When Emma returned, he helped her with her jacket and together they went for a walk in Chinatown, taking in the colorful surroundings and delightful smells. "There's something we need to talk about," he told his daughter. Emma saw the seriousness on his face. "What is it, daddy?" she replied, squeezing his hand. "You know that Josie and I were...intimate." "Yes, daddy," Emma smiled and kissed her father's cheek, "You don't really think that I, of all people, would pass judgement on you for that, do you?" "Of course not, pumpkin," Jack said, "But you need to hear me out." Jack told Emma about that night Josie and him had made love for the first time, how it had felt for both of them and how much love they had shared. "That's so beautiful, daddy," Emma said as her eyes teared up, "Aunty Josie was fortunate to have such a loving and protective brother." "There's more, pumpkin." When the two children had awoken the next morning, Jack had feared that everything between them had changed - and not for the better - or, at the very least, that things would be super awkward. Josie had put his fears to rest when she had opened her eyes. A sweet and lovely smile had spread across her face and she had quickly leaned in and had kissed her brother's lips. Jack had had an erection already - which he always had in the morning, mostly because he had to pee - but feeling his sister's lips had made the erection feel different. It had been Saturday morning and there had been no urgent reason to get up. The two children had just stayed in bed, holding hands, kissing occasionally. "How do you feel?" Jack had asked. "Josie good." "Remember, we can't tell mom about what we did last night. Okay?" Josie had nodded. "Mommy no." Jack hadn't really been worried that his sister would tell their mother about it but sometimes her mind would just wander innocently and she would say whatever was on her mind. "Does it...does it hurt down here, Josie?" he had asked her sister, putting his hand on her diaper. He had seen how she had had to think about his words and he realized that she hadn't understood what he had meant. "Does your pee-pee go ouch?" Josie had giggled innocently at the mention of her private parts but had eventually shaken her head. This had made Jack feel relieved and happy. His sister's vagina had been very tight and he had had to push quite hard to get his penis inside of it, and he had wondered if it had hurt her. "Do you want me to take it off," he had asked. He had been about to open her diaper when Josie had put a hand on his. Her eyes had gone distant for a moment and she had sighed softly. "Are you peeing, Josie?" The girl had nodded. Jack had waited a few seconds until his sister had smiled and had then removed the heavy diaper. "Can I see your pee-pee?" Josie had giggled but had spread her legs when Jack had lifted the covers. The boy had carefully inspected his sister's vagina but it had looked more or less like it had always done, perhaps a little reddish around the outer labia but that had been about it. Laura had jumped up on the bed and had bid them `good morning' with her tongue to their faces. The children had laughed and had patted the dog until it had jumped back down. "Josie see pee-pee?" Jack had chuckled softly and showed his sister his erect penis. "Yes, it's big, Josie," he had said before Josie had had time to ask. His sister had giggled, as she always did at the sight of his penis, but had then put her hand around it. "Big big," she had smiled. She had tucked at it and at first Jack hadn't understood what she had meant by it, but when he had seen his sister spread her legs, it had finally dawned on him that she had wanted to have sex again. "Are you sure?" Josie had nodded and Jack had climbed in between her legs. It had been much easier to find her opening this time and his sister's vagina had also felt much more slippery. It had felt just as good to gently slide inside of her as it had felt the night before and Jack could see that Josie had enjoyed it a lot more this time. Laura had jumped back on the bed and had looked at the children. The dog had had a curious looked on her face and she had licked Josie's face to get some attention. The girl had giggled and had nudged the dog away while Jack had begun thrusting his pelvis back and forth. The dog had simply just lied down next to them and had just observed them making love. Jack had felt it important that his sister got as much enjoyment from it that he did, but his young and aroused body had had a hard time holding back his orgasm. His penis had been so hard and Josie's vagina had felt so incredibly wonderful, and Jack hadn't been able to prevent his penis from ejaculating his semen up into Josie's vagina after only a few minutes. After having composed himself and having regained his breath, Jack had looked down at his smiling sister. "More?" she had asked. "I'm sorry, Josie, it just feels so nice." "More," his sister had said and he heard that she hadn't been asking. "Okay, but I just need a moment," he had chuckled. They had just stayed like that, Jack on top of Josie, kissing and chatting until Jack had felt his penis grow hard again inside Josie's vagina. When the had made love this time, it had been gentle, passionate and beautiful. His sister had really enjoyed herself and Jack had loved seeing how her pretty face had softened with pleasure. It had made Jack happy that he had been able to repay his sister's sweet love without shooting his white stuff after only a couple of minutes. Josie had let out the sweetest moans as Jack had moved his hard penis in and out of her gorgeous little vagina. They had been having sex for almost twenty minutes and Jack had felt his climax approaching. Josie must have felt it approaching as well because she had looked up at him with a smile. The wonderful tingling that he had almost been become addicted to, had built in his groin and his penis had swelled inside his sister's vagina. When Laura had suddenly raised her head and had looked over at the door, Jack had realized that it had been too late for him to stop. "What the hell is going on here?" Their mother had been standing in the doorway, dressed in panties and a stained tanktop. Even before he had had time to turn his head, Jack's penis had begun ejaculating into Josie's vagina. "No-no-nothing, momma," he had stuttered while his thick, creamy semen had squirted into his sister. Jack had recognized how it must have looked like for his mother. The children had had the blanket over them but it had still been painfully obvious, that Jack had been lying between Josie's legs. "We-we're just playing, momma." His prostate had contracted viciously and more semen had shut into his sister. "Get the fuck off her, boy," their mother had shouted and had stormed into the room. Jack's penis had still been regurgitating semen as he had pulled himself out of Josie and had rolled down next to her. Laura had immediately jumped out of the bed as Michelle had grabbed the blanket and had yanked it away. Instinctively, Josie had closed her legs and had covered her naked vagina with her hands. Jack had tried to cover his glistening erection as well but a few squirts of semen onto the skin of his stomach, had made it impossible to hide. Their mother's eyes had gone wide in shock. She had grabbed Josie's arm and had pulled her out of the bed as the last few beads of semen had dripped from Jack's twitching penis. "You fucking creep," his mother had shouted and had picked up Josie's panties from the floor. "What's going on," a man's voice had asked from the living room. "Stay out of this," Michelle had sneered and had helped Josie get her panties on. "Mommy?" "Not now, sweetie," their mother had said and had rummaged around after Josie's pajama bottoms. "Mommy?" Their mother had finally turned to face her daughter. "What is it, sweetie?" "Jackie nice," the little girl had said, holding back her tears, "Jackie love Josie." Emma brought her hand to her mouth as her Jack relayed the events from that day. She looked at her father with something akin to awe in her eyes. "God, Josie loved you so much, daddy." "Yes, she did." They walked hand in hand along the shops in Chinatown, none of them speaking. Jack could see that the story had affected his daughter deeply. The love and bravery Josie had shown that day could still make Jack's heart swell with pride for his sister. "You must've been so embarrassed, daddy," Emma finally said, "I mean, being caught by your mother just when you...ejaculated." "I was, pumpkin," Jack nodded, "But most of all I was scared of what my mother would do." "And what did she do?" "Well, the belt came out." "I'm so sorry, daddy," Emma said and pressed herself closer to her father. "Then she gave me an earful, told me I was taking advantage of Josie, that I was molesting her," Jack continued, "And I guess, if you're outside looking in, that's what it might've looked like, but Josie and I knew the truth. We knew how much we needed each other, how much we loved each other." In addition to the belt and a scolding, their mother had placed Jack under her strict observation. Josie had slept on the pull-out with their mother and during the following week, their mother had called in sick so that she could be with Josie. It had been a terrible week. Jack had missed being with his sister, had missed holding hand and telling her bedtime stories. Mostly he had missed the feel of her body against his. Whenever he had stolen a glance at his sister, he could see that she had missed it too. They had sneaked a kiss whenever they could but their mother had been over him like a hawk. Jack had felt so empty walking to school alone. He had always loved picking up Josie in the afternoon but his mother had picked her up instead. Jack hadn't been able to just turn off his sexual drive and he had often had sex with the dog instead when he had taken her for a walk. He had found a rundown building where they could have a bit of privacy, but he had still almost been caught a couple of times by vagrants. One time, he had had to hurry so much that he had accidently put his penis into Laura's anus instead of her vagina. He hadn't realized it until after he had ejaculated inside of her but the dog hadn't seemed to mind one way or the other. On another day, Jack had been enjoying himself so much with Laura that he hadn't noticed that a dirty old woman had been watching him. She had apparently been sleeping under a bunch of newspapers because Jack hadn't seen her but when she had stood up, Jack had nearly had a heart attack. She had shouted all kind of profanities at him for having sex with a dog but had still offered to suck his cock for five dollars. Jack had told her that he only had a dollar on him - which had been a lie - but the old had agreed to do it anyway. Although she had smelled really bad and her clothes had been worn and dirty, her mouth and tongue had still felt great and it hadn't taken Jack long to ejaculate in her mouth. While he hadn't really cared about being sucked off by a dirty, old lady, Jack had felt bad about having sex with the dog - not because he felt it was wrong, Laura had seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did - but because he had felt like he wasn't being unfaithful to Josie. For once in his life, Jack had actually felt happy that they didn't have a lot of money because after a week with no income, their mother had had to return to work. His mother had made him promise never to touch Josie again and Jack had happily lied. The first day they had finally been alone together again, Jack and Josie had made love three times. They had continued having sex whenever they had been alone - which had been pretty much every day. Jack had felt fairly certain that their mother had known. She had often checked the sheets and Josie's panties for any signs of semen, but Jack had been clever enough to make sure that any physical evidence had been cleaned or washed away ahead of time. Their mother couldn't have helped but notice that Josie had also been much happier now that Jack had been allowed to take care of her again. Maybe that had been the reason why their mother had stopped searching for evidence after a while. The two siblings had continued to have sex with each other over the next couple of years. They had eventually gotten separate beds - bunk beds - but Jack had either invited Josie up to his bunk, or had sneaked down to hers. Either way, they had had more sex during those years than most people have in a life time. Josie had started menstruating just before she had turned fourteen, but other than those few days when she had had to wear a pad in her panties, the two of them had never stopped making love. Then one day, a few days after their sixteenth birthday, something fundamental had happened. Jack had been attending high school at that point and, due to his schedule, he couldn't pick up Josie every day like before. When he had gotten home from school that day, he had been surprised to find that his sister and mother hadn't been home. He had waited by the kitchen table for about an hour before he had heard his mother's key turn the lock. Josie had looked fine when she had walked through the door. She had been about to give her brother a hug when their mother had pulled her away. "Go to your room, sweetheart." Josie had looked from Jack to her mother and had sullenly trotted off to their room. Michelle had closed the door behind her and had sat down on her fold-out bed and had put her face in her hands. "Is Josie alright, momma?" Jack had asked. He had felt a creeping concern when he had heard the low sobs coming from his mother's hidden face. "Momma?" When his mother had finally looked up at him, he had seen how tears had streaked her cheap mascara down her cheeks. "You Goddamn creep," Michelle had hissed. "What?" Jack had been taken back by the spiteful look in his mother's eyes. "Do you realize what you've done?" "What, momma?" "My poor little girl," his mother had sobbed and had buried her face back in her hands. Wearily, Jack had gotten up from the table and had slowly approached his mother. He had seen how her petite figure had trembled as she had wept. "Is something wrong with Josie, momma?" "Yes, you little bastard," his mother had snapped at him, "Of course something's wrong with her." "Momma, what?" "I told you, you little creep, I fucking told you," she had barked, "and now you've gone and ruined her life." "What did I do?" Jack had asked. His mother's open hand had struck him hard across the face and had left his left cheek burning. Jack had taken a surprised step back, felt tears forming in his eyes. "You just couldn't stop sticking your disgusting little pecker into your sister, could you?" his mother had shouted, "Even after I told you to stop, even after you promised me you would, you just kept on molesting my poor little girl." "But-but.." Jack had stuttered, "Josie and I really like it, momma." "She's your sister for God's sake!" his mother had yelled, "And now you've put a baby in her belly." That had landed. Jack had swallowed in dry throat, not sure that he had heard his mother correctly but fearing that he had. "What?" "You heard me," his mother had hissed, "You've made Josie pregnant. She's gonna have a baby." "Josie's gonna have a baby?" "Yes, you little bastard, she's got your baby in her little belly." Emma stopped and looked up at her father. She tried to talk but the words seemed to have trouble coming past her lips. Jack gave his daughter's hand a squeeze. He could see that she was struggling with what he had just recounted and found a bench for them to sit on. "Yes, pumpkin, I made Josie pregnant." "How did...I mean, what happened," Emma asked. "What happened was, I got sent off to live with my cousin Pete at his parents farm," Jack explained, "I tried to run away in the beginning, desperate to get back to Josie, but they always caught me and dragged me back." "Jesus, daddy, I'm so sorry," his daughter said as tears began rolling down her cheeks, "No one should have to go through that." "Well, fortunately it didn't work out at the farm and Pete's parents sent me back to my mother after about six months." Jack neglected to tell Emma the real reason why it hadn't worked out at the farm. He and his cousin Pete, had enjoyed a lot of sex with each other - and with a bunch of the animals as well. However, it hadn't been until his aunt Rhonda had caught the boys enjoying a threesome with Pete's father, Jack's uncle Joey, that he had been sent back home. "Josie must've been so happy to see you." "You have no idea, pumpkin," Jack told her, "I can't even remember how long we cried in each other's arms when I came home. Our mother was furious of course, constantly threatening to send me off to a boy's home but I knew she didn't have the money to pay for it." "What happened..." "To the baby?" Emma nodded. "Well, one beautiful winter morning, I remember the purest white snow was falling from the sky that day," Jack said and sighed deeply, "That day Josie gave birth to a gorgeous little baby girl." Emma swallowed. "Josie looked so radiant holding her little daughter, so happy," Jack smiled, "The girl was like a mirror image of her mother, same beautiful eyes, same nose, same hair. Same wonderful smile." "What happened to the girl, daddy?" "Josie couldn't take care of a child, I knew that. I was only sixteen and I just figured our mother would take care of the baby but she wanted nothing to do with her and immediately put her up for adoption." Jack took a deep breath and stifled his emotions. He really appreciated it when Emma put her arms around him and held him close. "Did the child end up with a good family?" "The agency found a young couple for our daughter and I'm sure they were good people," Jack said, "But this was our child, mine and Josie's, I couldn't let them take her from us so..." "What did you do, daddy?" "When they came for our daughter, I took her." "Took her?" "Took her and ran away with her." Jack had fled with the baby to his grandmother's cabin up north. He hadn't seen his grandmother Rose for many years, she and his mother had had a really bad falling out at some point, but the old woman was happy to help take care of the little girl. Jack had thought that his mother would call the police on him but it hadn't happened - perhaps fearing the kind of questions they would ask her. He had stayed with grandma Rose for a couple of months, hustling a bit here and there to earn an income. The little girl had been healthy and strong and had grown just like a little baby should. Grandma Rose had been such a tremendous help and had never asked for anything in return - other than the occasional sexual favor. The old woman had been living alone for many years and Jack had felt sorry for her. With all the help his old grandmother had given him, Jack hadn't minded having sex with her. Although she had been pushing sixty and had been somewhat overweight, she had been quite passionate in bed and had treated Jack to all kinds of sexual acts, like oral and anal. Jack had felt bad inside for having sex with another woman but he had had to admit that he had rather enjoyed the many pleasures his grandmother had brought to his young body. After a few months with grandma Rose, and feeling confident that the worst had blown over, it had been time for Jack to head back. His mother hadn't changed the locks but when Jack had let himself into the apartment with the child, he had been sad to see that Josie hadn't been home, only his mother. She had not been happy to see him and she hadn't even bothered looking at the little girl. "You should have stayed away," his mother had told him, "I don't need people coming around asking questions about you or this...this child." "Where's Josie?" His mother had lit a cigarette and Jack had noticed how her hands had been shaking. "I had to send her off to a facility," his mother had said and he had seen that it had genuinely hurt her. "Why?" "Josie had a terrible depression after the birth, she's not doing well." Jack had felt his heart wither away in his chest. "She should be with her child." "No," his mother had snapped, sucking hard on her cigarette, "It'll only make her condition worse. And people will start asking questions...understand?" "I don't care," Jack had said, "I want to be with Josie." "Don't you get it, you stupid boy?" his mother had shouted, "The authorities will take the child, probably send you off to prison. Maybe worse, me too." As determined as Jack had been to be with his sister, he had begrudgingly realized that his mother had been right. He couldn't risk losing both Josie and their child. "The girl can never know who her mother is," Michelle had told him, "She can never know that you and your sister had a child. It will only cause trouble." Jack had reluctantly nodded. "When she's old enough, tell her that her mother died giving birth or something." Jack had looked down at the little child in his arms. She had fallen asleep and Jack had gently put her down on the couch where he and Josie had spent so many fabulous hours together. His mother had put out her cigarette and had gotten up. She had been wringing her hands and Jack had seen how a vein across her forehead had been pulsating. He had gotten up, wanting to calm her with an embrace - she was his mother after all - but when he had seen the anger in her eyes, he had stopped. "If you had just kept your Goddamn cock in your pants, my little girl would still be here with me," his mother had sneered, tears beginning to streak down her face, "What is it with you brothers? Why can't you get a girlfriend like normal people, why does it have to be your sisters?" "I don't know, momma," Jack had whispered, "I just love Josie." His mother had slapped him hard across the face and Jack had nearly stumbled. He had seen the spiteful smile on his mother's face when she had raised her hand to slap him again, but when Jack had caught her hand with his own, her expression had changed to something akin to fear. His mother had tried to pull her hand back but Jack hadn't let go. He had felt a terrible rage simmer in his stomach, something vile boiling in his soul. "Let go of me," his mother had said but there hadn't been any weight behind her words. Jack had pushed her mother across the room. She had stumbled, had nearly fallen a couple of times before landing butt-first on the pull-out. Jack had been on her before she had even had a chance to move. It was as if he was watching himself from across the room when his hands had yanked his mother's skirt aside. True to her character, she hadn't been wearing panties, and her blonde pubic hair had been the only thing hiding her vagina. His mother had looked up at him with pure fright in her eyes. It must have dawned on her that this boy towering over her, wasn't the same boy that she had forced to clean her between the legs, it wasn't the child that she had loved to torment and embarrass with her own sexuality, it was a young man. And he was in control. "No, please don't," his mother had pleaded as Jack had pulled his pants open. Her eyes had gone wide with fear at the sight of Jack's big, hard cock that had popped out. "No, Jesus," she had cried, "Don't, Jack." When Jack had forced his throbbing cock up inside his mother vagina, it had felt good to hear her scream. It had even felt good when he had slapped his face and had pounded her fists against his chest. He had driven his hard cock deep up inside his mother. She had groaned out in pain but Jack hadn't cared. The way he had thrusted his pelvis back and forth had been decisive and without mercy and his mother had had no defense. Their naked skin had slammed hard against each other and the sound had eclipsed his mother's cries. Her face had been contorted in a mix of pain and rage but it hadn't surprised Jack one bit when he felt his mother's vagina go wet around his throbbing cock. He had known how much she had loved the feeling of his hard cock inside of her, how the virile piece of flesh had filled out her vaginal cavity, how his violent thrusts had sent surges of pleasure through her jaded body. He had seen how the skin around her neck had gotten redder and redder, like it had all those times when he had washed her between the legs. She had wanted this all along, Jack had thought while raping his mother, but he also knew that she had hated him for it, hated that it had happened on his terms and not hers. It hadn't taken Jack long before he had ejaculated inside his mother. He had groaned out in a mix of pleasure and vindictiveness as he had shot thick ropes of semen deep up into her uterus. Jack had suspected that his mother had been on the pill but he couldn't had given a lesser shit if he had made her pregnant. His mother had shoved at his chest, trying to get the young man off of her. "Pull your disgusting pecker out of me," she had hissed at him. Jack had sent his mother a malevolent grin and had pulled himself out of her. His glistening cock had still been as hard as a baseball bat and none of the excited juices in his body had seemed to want to calm down. "You fucking creep," his mother had sneered and had grabbed her hairy vagina with her hands, "Look at this mess." Jack's semen had begun oozing out of his mother's vagina and had soaked into the already stained sheets. "It looks pretty coming out of you like that," Jack had whispered. His mother had looked up at him and had seen his agitated stare. She had immediately tried to elbow herself away from him but Jack had thrown himself on top of her again. He had grabbed her arms and had forced them down. His throbbing cock had already been poking at her moist opening when he had pressed his lips against his mother's. He had pressed his tongue into her mouth and had felt her coarse tongue against his. His mother had tried to squirm her face away but Jack had felt that she hadn't put to much effort into it. When he had lifted his head, his mother had spit in his face. "You wanna fuck me again? Huh, boy? You wanna fuck your mother?" she had hissed at him, "Then fucking do it! Fuck me! Fuck m--" The sound of her voice had cut off when Jack had rammed his hard cock up into her pussy again. His mother's eyes had rolled back in their sockets and an uncontrollable groan had spewed out of her mouth. Jack had been even more forceful this time, slamming his cock as hard as could into his mother, and it hadn't come as a surprise to him when he had heard his mother moan into his ear. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." The pull-out had been squeaking under his fierce thrusts and when his mother had wrapped her skinny legs around him and had pulled his face close to hers, Jack had picked up the tempo even further. Like a starving person tasting food for the first time in a very long time, his mother's tongue had viciously forced itself into his mouth. Her lips had closed around his and he had felt how her teeth had nipped his tongue. While the first time he had had his cock inside of her had felt extremely satisfying in a dominating way, the sensation Jack had felt in his cock this time, had actually felt magnificent. His cock had been slamming into his mother like a jackhammer and the enormous pleasure that she had obviously been feeling had almost pissed him off. Partly because he had only wanted to punish her, make her hurt, belittle her, but also because he had actually been enjoying himself as well. "You fucking creep," his mother had hissed into his ear, "You're gonna make me cum." Jack had felt her body stiffen underneath him, how her vagina had tightened around his throbbing cock. His mother had let out a strained yelp as the orgasm rolled over her. His mother had trembled and Jack hadn't been able to hold back any longer. His own orgasm had exploded violently in his groin and he had shot another thick load of semen up into his mother. Jack had sagged onto his mother, out of breath and sweating. His mother had sucked in large mouthfuls of air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Get off me," his mother had whispered and had tried to push him away. Jack had slowly retracted his penis from his mother's vagina and had gotten back on his feet. He had pulled up his pants and had secured his belt while his mother had used her skirt to stop the semen oozing out of her. "You Goddamn creep," she had hissed at him, "Why did you have to make me cum?" The little child on the couch had started to awaken and Jack had picked her up. He had held the baby against his chest, slowly rocking her from side to side. "You think I liked it, don't you, boy?" his mother had shouted while pushing herself off the pullout, "You think I came because I liked it? Well, I didn't, you fucking creep! It just happened!" She had been wiping at her thighs, trying to stop her son's semen that had been running down along the pale skin. "What the fuck's the matter with you, boy? Raping your own mother like that. Forcing her to orgasm." Ignoring her delusional yells, Jack had opened the front door and had headed down the stairs. His mother's shouts had followed him all the way down to the street. "I hated it! You hear me? I fucking hated it!" That had been the last time Jack had seen his mother, he hadn't even gone to her funeral. Grandma Rose had given him some money when he had left and Jack had rented a small, crummy apartment. It definitely hadn't been great but it had been his own. When his grandmother had passed away shortly after, she had left everything to Jack. There had been enough money for a nice house and a car, and the first road trip Jack had taken was when he had driven down and spent an afternoon with his sister. His mother had unfortunately been right, Josie had not been doing well. Her mind had been a mess but she had had moments of clarity, especially when she had seen their daughter. The way she so tenderly had held the child in her arms had brought tears to Jack's eyes and he had a hard time leaving his sister again. Josie had eventually gotten somewhat better after he had moved her to the new facility but she had never again been the wonderful sister he had fallen in love with. Emma brought out a tissue and wiped her eyes as Jack ended the story. He felt pain, of course, but also a sense of closure. This had been the first time he had ever told anybody about his relationship with his sister, and the gorgeous child they had conceived. He knew Emma was smart enough to put the pieces together on her own, but he understood that something of this magnitude had to be confirmed. "Daddy, I have to ask you what happened to the child." Jack sent his daughter a smile and held her hand. "She grew up to be a beautiful woman and loving mother. I love her more than anything in this world and I'm so happy that I've finally been able to tell her the truth about her mother." Emma broke down in tears. Jack put an arm around her daughter, pulled her in close and consoled her. "I'm sorry that I've kept this from you, pumpkin," he said and kissed her cheek, "But I just couldn't risk anybody come and try to take you away from me. No one can ever love you like I do." Emma cried against his chest but he could tell that she wasn't upset with him. "Maybe we...maybe I should have told you a long time ago. Maybe it was a terrible mistake to keep it from you but I was young and scared. I didn't care what happened to me but I couldn't live with myself if they had done anything to Josie, or worse, you. You're all I have left of her." "I know, daddy," Emma said and looked up at her father with her big, brown eyes, "Thank you so much for telling me. I can't even start to imagine how painful this must've been for you." "It's been such a relief to finally tell you, pumpkin. I know I don't have to tell you about the wonderful beauty of inter-family pregnancies but I truly hope you understand, that you were conceived out of the purest love." "I do, daddy," Emma said and kissed her father, "And I love you so much." They sat there for a while, clinging to each other. They didn't speak and they didn't have to. The love that had forged their relationship would never shatter, and no one would ever come between them. "What time is it?" Jack asked. "Twenty to one, daddy." Jack got up, held out his hand and help his daughter to her feet. "Let's go home, pumpkin, we have some news to deliver...to our son."