Beastaility and Incest

Sat eating my breakfast cereal, shovelling it in as if I hadn’t eaten for days, after all I had had a teenage boy’s physically energetic night, (pull ups, and downs, if you know what I mean?) when “BAM!” Who the fuck was that young girl, standing next to my mother? Her long legs reaching all the way up to bum cheeks, that pushed down out the hem of her, too tight, night shorts, bare midriff, due to her sleeveless nightshirt being too small and crawling up her body, long blonde hair reaching way past her shoulders. She reached onto her tip toes and planted a kiss on my mother’s cheek. “Morning mummy”.

Shit! It was my little sister Carrie. My spoilt little brat of a sister. The daughter my mother had always hankered for. The one she dressed in pink, treated like a porcelain doll, a little princess. When the fuck did she suddenly grow up?

Being four years apart and me being a teenage boy I never took much notice of her. She was always much smaller than me, always the centre of attention, whilst I crept off to the shadows to “Do my own thing”. Gone was the “Bob” hair cut, the pretty dresses, the pink bows. There stood in front of me was my younger sister, or what she had morphed into.

“Morning” she addressed me, as she sat down at the table. Gone was the normal “Grunt” to the spoilt little girl that I had wished wasn’t even a small part of my life. “Morning” I replied, almost out of breath, such was the shock of noticing her new form.

“I’m going to the shops this morning and then over to Grandma’s, do you want to come?” She was addressing her prot?e, not me. “Not today mummy” she replied like a 6 year old, “I think I want to spend some time alone today, if you don’t mind”,
Mother kissed her little princess on the forehead, “O.K. sweety, if your not feeling well”.

“What are you doing today?” she asked. Not used to my mother taking any interest in my movements I didn’t answer. “Well!” she demanded. Realising she was talking to me I replied. “Going down the park”.
I don’t think my reply even registered as she sauntered out the room. “Keep an eye out for your sister” she shouted as she made her way out the house.

As mum left Conan crept into the room. He was a “Wall-eyed, Collie, Labrador cross. He bumped past me and made his way over to Carrie, resting his head on her lap. “Good boy”, Carrie rewarded his attentions with the fuss they deserved, stroking his head.

Carrie finished her toast, “I’m off to my room”, she said, “C’mon Conan”. They both left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

When I got to the park no-one else was there so I decided to head back home. I kicked my ball into the garage and made my way around to the back door. As I passed Carrie’s bedroom window, I caughtsomething out of the corner of my eye.
Carrie, sat on the floor, Conan, laying on his side and Carrie stocking his cock. His pink glistening member protruding from it’s sheath.