Like Father, Like Son

All characters are over 18 years

It’s written in a fantasy mode

Part One

Johnny and Sarah were twins and were younger when a series of incidents occurred that eventually led to a brother/sister incestuous relationship.

For their birthday their parents bought them each a puppy: a female for Johnny and a male for Sarah, which they named appropriately as ‘Boy’ and ‘Girl’. The dogs were both from the same litter.

One day, about six months after they got them, Johnny happened to look in the back yard and, as he watched, ‘Boy’ had just mounted ‘Girl’ and had begun pounding away with his pecker in his canine sister. Johnny’s immediate reaction was to run out and stop them but, before he could react, he found himself getting hard from watching the animals fucking. He was surprised at just how excited he was getting. He put his hand down and began rubbing his jeans and his throbbing cock beneath.

The dogs were in a frenzied fuck. About to pull his own cock from his pants, so that he could masturbate while he watched them, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. He quickly pulled his hand from his prick as Sarah walked into the living room. She couldn’t help but notice her brother’s nervous reaction and the guilty look upon his face. Because she approached so quickly Johnny didn’t have time to adjust his pants so that Sarah couldn’t help but notice that his ‘thing’ had filled out totally inside of his pants.

“Whatcha looking at?” she asked as she walked across the room to join him. When she reached the window she reacted in horror at what the dogs were doing.

“Stop ’em!” she screamed at her brother.

Johnny’s eyes remained transfixed on the hot and wild fucking dogs and Sarah saw that a strange look of excitement had come over his face, “No…don’t, Sar. Leave ’em. They’re all right,” he said softly.

‘Boy’ was now fucking ‘Girl’ with total abandon. “But…Johnny, stop ’em,” she whispered as she too now watched the animals with fascination. She again glanced at the tented shape at the crotch of her brother’s pants and couldn’t help but notice that it had developed more than when she had first noticed it.

“It’s okay, Sis…leave ’em!” he said again.

“But…they’re brother and sister!!!” she protested.

She saw a faint, almost evil, grin form at the corners of his mouth, and then he responded, “So what?”

Part Two

The second incident happened about two weeks later. The twins were playing in the yard when Sarah fell and yelled out in pain. By the time that Johnny reached her she was sitting up, on the grass, with her back against a tree. She was rubbing at her ankle and she had a tortured look of pain across her face. Seeing the tears in his sister’s eyes he said, “Here, let me see,” then bent and took her calf in his palm.

Sarah’s feet were on the ground, her knees were raised, and her legs were parted. She had felt so much pain that the girl didn’t realize that her skirt had pulled all the way up to her hips.

“Where’s it hurt?” her brother asked.

“Ow! There…easy!” she winced. Johnny gently began rubbing his sister’s leg and gradually the pain started subsiding. After a few minutes, she said,

“It’s better now, John-boy. Thanks.”

Johnny continued massaging her leg and now that his sister seemed to be okay he himself began to relax. It was at this time that the boy realized that he had a full view between the legs of his sibling and, even though her panties covered her, Johnny could still see the indentation of her pussy-crack. If the crotch of her panties was just a half-inch to the side, he realized, he would actually be seeing his sister’s cunt. His cock filled out his pants as the realization of what he was seeing, while he was rubbing her leg, had him aroused enough that he wanted to push his hand onto her cunt. Then his eyes looked up at hers and he realized that Sarah had been watching him looking up her skirt.

He quickly and gently released her leg and stood up, reaching out his hand to help his sister to her feet. As she gave him her hand Sarah couldn’t help but notice the tent that had again formed inside her brother’s pants and she knew that he had gotten that way from looking at her. She was embarrassed and uncomfortably nervous yet, strangely, she somehow felt some inner excitement that she didn’t understand.

Part Three

Incident number three was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Johnny was supposed to have football practice after school, which meant that he wouldn’t be home until after 6 o’clock. Instead, practice was called off early and Johnny came home about 4:30 p.m. As he reached the house Paulie Tewes had just come from inside of Johnny’s house. He was a classmate of theirs and his sister’s favorite boy in the class. Paulie murmured a few nervous mutterings about helping Sarah, and then he hurriedly continued on his way.

Johnny went inside the house and upstairs. As he approached the top of the stairs he heard the sound of the bathroom shower. That would have had to be Sarah, as his mom and pop were still working. He had to pass his sister’s room to get to his and, as he did so, he saw that her bedroom door was slightly ajar. He started to pass it by but something caught his eyes. He quickly stopped and looked back into the room. Then he was quickly moving inside and over to Sarah’s bed. When he reached it he looked down in shock. He saw what had attracted his attention. There in the center were drops of tiny puddles of blood. Fresh blood. Obviously very recent.

His immediate reaction was that he wanted to run to make sure that Sarah was okay. He turned to run to the bathroom and then he suddenly stopped short. Again he turned to look at the white sheet with the bright red splotches. Dead center! Right where Sarah’s ass would be! Somehow he knew that she was all right.

Anger began building in Johnny as he knew what he was looking at. Although he had never had any first-hand experience he was still old enough to realize what he was looking at and what had happened. He could see that there were other drops of wet.

She had been fucked! Paulie had fucked his sister!

I’ll kill the bastard, he raged to himself.

His hands were trembling and his head was pounding. Something made him turn around. He hadn’t heard his sister come out of the bathroom door.

Sarah walked into her room and had just pulled the towel from her body when she suddenly saw her brother standing alongside of the bed looking at her. She froze, the towel dangling from her hand. Realizing what he had been looking at, she was not even thinking of her nakedness.

“Johnny…!!!,” she shrieked.

Brother and sister stood about three feet apart, motionless. Johnny’s eyes ran over his sister’s body, frantically moving from her face to her breasts to her crotch and then back to her face. In his rage he kept returning his gaze down to her cunt, and he kept thinking that Paulie had fucked there. Finally, after a full two minutes, he suddenly realized that his sister’s eyes were swollen and red and that she had obviously been crying.

“I’ll kill him!!!!” He spat out the words.

Sarah was terribly afraid for her brother, “No, Johnny stop. It… it wasn’t only him it… it was me too… “

There was no talking to him. He rushed past her and started down the stairs as Sarah screamed behind him, “John-boy no! Don’t… “

She heard the front door slam and she fell upon the bed, crying.

Part Four

When Johnny returned to the house an hour later, Sarah was downstairs, fully dressed, in the living room. He came in slamming the door behind him. He looked at his sister who had stood upon his arrival. She could see that the rage still was burning within him. He was scuffed and sweaty and his clothes were disheveled. She was sure that he had ‘beaten Paulie up’… maybe even killed him, Sarah thought. She knew that her brother was that mad.

Looking directly into her eyes he screamed at her, “Slut! Fuckin’ sluutttt!!!!!”

Sarah saw the tears in his eyes as he then ran upstairs to his bedroom. She wanted to run after him but she was too afraid of his temper.

Within minutes, the phone rang and she heard from her girlfriend Suzie how Johnny had ‘beaten Paulie up’.

Johnny stayed in his room for the rest of the afternoon. When their father came home he stuck his head in the room and the boy told him that he wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be eating with them.

Sarah was on pins and needles all night. She had watched her father go upstairs and heard him look in on Johnny. Her stomach tightened, thinking that her brother was ‘squealing’ on her. When her father came back down and didn’t say anything in anger toward her she breathed a little easier. When her mother came home from her part-time job she too went up to see the boy. Again, apparently, he said nothing about his sister. For the rest of the night Sarah waited nervously, expecting at any time for her brother to come down and ‘out’ her.

Although he didn’t tell on her, she still feared that once his rage calmed that he would, either by confronting her in front of their parents, or by just telling them what had happened. She was sure that he would come down any minute. Even if not tonight, then for sure it would happen in the morning, she thought.

She sat in the living room with her mom and dad as they watched TV. She ran the day’s events through her head. Even though Paulie had practically raped her Sarah felt that she was at fault because she had brought him home with her. He had broken her hymen and treated her viciously. Her first time was not a pleasant memory. And then her brother had to come home early and find out. She remembered the look of hate on his face. She was terribly upset thinking about him calling her a “slut”. Yet she knew that he was right.

She was also somewhat happy about how her brother had beaten up Paulie. However, she just couldn’t shake the look of hurt that she had seen on Johnny’s face. Then she recalled something else. She had forgotten about it until later on in the night. This was the reaction from Johnny when he saw her come into the bedroom. Thinking back, Sarah now remembered that familiar tented structure develop in his pants, upon seeing her naked, as she held the towel.

Finally, as the night passed, she went up to bed, leaving her parents watching the TV. It was about 10 p.m. As she went toward her room she noticed that there was light coming from under Johnny’s door. She wanted to talk to her brother but she was too afraid. She couldn’t be sure how he would react. Instead, she went into her own room.

Inside, she prepared for bed, undressing down to her panties. She pulled back the blanket and slid beneath it. Her mind continued racing, wondering if she could beg Johnny not to tell their parents. Again she remembered the tent and she remembered that other time that the tent arose…

‘Johnny, they’re brother and sister,’ she had said.

‘So what,’ he had responded.

Suddenly Sarah tensed. The youngster knew where her mind was leading her and she was frightened by her own thoughts. For the next hour she tried to sleep, to no avail. Finally she got up from the bed and threw her father’s hand-me-down shirt on. Then she nervously left her room and went across the hall to the door of her brother’s room. She could see the light from beneath indicating that he was probably still awake.

She knocked first and then, after taking a deep breath, she turned the handle, opened the door and entered. Closing the door behind her, she stood just inside, looking toward him.

Johnny was lying on the bed, in his shorts, on top of his sheets. When she had walked in he turned. His head was now turned facing his sister. The worst of his inner fury had subsided but he was still feeling a simmering rage. He had never before felt so utterly betrayed and helpless.

“Can… I talk… can we, er, talk?” Sarah asked.

He didn’t want to confront the truth but he knew that this was inevitable.

“What’s to talk about?” he cried, “You did it. You did it with that scumbag! How could… why, Sis? I don’t understand… “

She could see in his eyes that he was still harboring a smoldering rage yet she also could sense a real feeling of hurt in him. His eyes were filled with tears. Obviously he’d been crying most of the day. Sarah was touched by his concern but she also felt afraid of his pent-up feelings.

By now she had timidly reached the side of the bed. She sat down alongside of him, “I, er, don’t really have any excuse, John-boy. I didn’t plan on it, it just happened. I… I, well I had Paulie over here so it was my fault I guess, but I swear Johnny, that he, er, we, well we, er, I was kissing him but he made me… well, he was so strong and I couldn’t stop him… I don’t know, maybe I really didn’t want him to stop… I’m so confused… but I swear Johnny I… well he forced me… “

Johnny’s teeth clenched and his cheeks flushed.

“You m-mean he, er,… raped you?” he asked incredulously.

“Er, well not really… I, er, don’t know how to explain… you wouldn’t understand, but I tried to stop him, you know? But… but yet when he was forcing himself on me I… I actually wanted him to do more… I… Johnny I, er, think that I was just as… guilty as him in the end… I… ” She lowered her head and her voice as her shame was apparent, “I was urging him on… I, er… I couldn’t help myself. I was… wanted him to go all the way… I’m so sorry John-boy.”

While she had been relating to him what had happened, Johnny allowed his eyes to wander over his sister’s body. He was still terribly upset that she lost her cherry, but he guessed that it probably was inevitable anyway. In a way, he was surprised that it hadn’t happened sooner.

He knew that the boys in school took notice of her beauty. He was also sure that each and every one of them would have loved to get into her panties, though they didn’t give any indication of that while he was around. He looked at his sister and suddenly he tried to imagine her in bed naked and fucking. The mental picture began to cause him to become aroused. Johnny felt his cock rising in his shorts and he saw her eyes take notice.

“You go to bed Sis, I’m, er, tired. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

Sarah was frightened by her brother’s abruptness, “You gonna tell?,” she asked softly.

Johnny shook his head, “No… just get to bed, okay?”

A sudden feeling of relief began to relax her. She allowed a nervous smile to form on her lips. She stood up and looked down at him. “Thanks… ” she whispered. Standing there, she couldn’t help but notice the involuntary twitch within his tented shorts. She turned and headed back to her room, leaving him lying there.

As she reached his door to leave he called her. When she turned back to look at him he asked, “Are you all right?”

She smiled weakly, happy for his concern, and nodded, “I’ll live… but boy, did he hurt me!” she said.

“Well, I think I can guarantee that he felt as much pain as you did. I kicked the shit out of him. I beat him more than I beat Rodney last year. At least we got that satisfaction.”

Sarah nodded and left. As soon as the door closed behind her Johnny lay back and closed his eyes. Once more he began silently crying. He replayed the day’s events in his mind. He turned onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. His shoulders shook from the sobs that he released. His ordeal was over.

When Sarah got to her room she lay back thinking. She was now confident that her twin brother would keep her secret. As she too now remembered all that had occurred she began to realize that the events of the day had affected the way her brother had looked at her.