Incest
2010-09-01

I probably just earned a special place in Hell, but I just can't control myself. I should be concerned enough to either stop cold turkey or ask for help, but #1, I don't think I can stop, and #2, the embarrassment of actually admitting what I've done and all would surely make me into some kind of social freakazoid for the rest of my life. Plus, if my parents found out, I can forget that car they promised me when I turn 16.

As always, it was just a wild, crazy impulse that came over me. I'd just come in from my volleyball game and there was mom and Robbie in the kitchen when I walked in. I didn't shower and change at school because a water pipe or something had broken and there was no water, so I was still wearing my uniform and was all sweaty. I told them about the game (which we won) and how I'd played (pretty good) and about the water pipe thing. Mom congratulated me and went back to checking on the spaghetti.

I honestly wasn't thinking about Robbie in "that way" at the time, but then I caught him checking out my breasts as I was demonstrating how I'd blocked a shot by the other team that I thought was pretty awesome. That's all it took basically. The moment I realized he was looking at them and then remembering the day he'd walked in on me in the bathroom, it started. All I could think of after that was his pretty smooth hard cock. (Yes, I'm getting used to it, and 'penis' sounds too . . . .

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I dunno, formal?).

Anyway, I probably blushed but he didn't seem to notice, just kept his eyes on my chest and I couldn't help but wonder if his cock was stiffening. I finished my story and said I was going to shower and headed upstairs.

In the bathroom, I took off my uniform and sports bra and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. My nipples were hard and pointing straight ahead at my reflection. I knew by now they did that when I was turned on, I guess it's kinda like a boy's pen. . . I mean cock. I admit, I wanted to masturbate right then, but this idea popped into my evil,evil,depraved mind. I quickly thought it out without considering the "wrong" consequences, and just did it.

After dinner, I helped mom with the dishes then went upstairs to do my homework and stuff. Robbie had already gone up a few minutes before me. I also was curious about my earlier "idea", and stopped off in the bathroom first. Sure enough, the sports bra I'd left "accidentally" on the bathroom counter was gone.

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I checked the hamper and it wasn't there. I knew where it had to be.

Robbie's door was closed and I quietly stood as close as I could to it, my ear against the door.

I could barely hear music and I strained to hear anything else, although I wasn't sure what I was listening for. After maybe 2 minutes I DID hear like an "unhhhhh" and then quiet. Realizing if he were to suddenly open the door I'd be "busted," I crept down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door.

My heart pounding, I leaned against the door and tried to calm down. I heard Robbie's door open and then, a moment later, the bathroom door closing. Barely breathing, I waited. A minute later, I heard the bathroom door open again and then heard Robbie going downstairs. I quickly but quietly opened my door and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I went right to the hamper and sure enough, there was my somewhat folded up sports bra on top of the wet towels. I picked it up and when I unfolded it, there was this sticky stuff in one of the cups. It took me a moment to realize what it was, even though I guess that was what I'd hoped for all along. (I'm new to this perv thing, ok?)

Well, when it dawned on me, my depraved mind forced me to lock the bathroom door and it wasn't two minutes later that I was slumped back against the counter, breathing hard, my right hand buried between my spread thighs, my vagina pulsing and swollen.