The Things We Do at Home – part 4

The Things We Do at Home – part 4

An Original true story by Starrynight.

It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter.

Thanks Jessica and Chris.

Hope you enjoy.

A refreshing numbness made Jessica smile as she woke up in the morning, before even opening her eyes. She was in that brief blissful state, moments before consciousness, but when she opened her eyes, her smile quickly evaporated, and the sickening sensation in her stomach returned. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep to take her back, but it was no use, she would have to start the first day of the rest of her life knowing she had sex with her brother.

Chris woke up late, the knot in his stomach from the previous night still there. He wasn’t trembling anymore, the initial shock of his acts worn off, but it did little to help his shame and disgust. He refused to leave his room, taking a quick trip to the bathroom only when it became unbearable. Other than that, he stayed in his room, the thought of his act erasing his appetite.

As Jessica finally dragged herself out of bed, her mind still running, she told herself there was nothing else to do. She went down to eat, but kept to herself all through the day, staying mostly quiet when she was around her mother and uncle. She was relieved when she didn’t run into Chris, and as she came to grab a quick lunch, her mother expressed her worry.

A sickening wave shot through Chris as a knock on his door came that afternoon. He was in bed, mindlessly looking at his phone, and grunted an incoherent approval before the door opened.

“Chris honey, are you okay?” His mother asked worried and looked at him from the door.

“Not feeling too well.” He lied and watched her as she stepped over. She took a seat on the bed next to him, and Chris could smell the scent of her perfume as she put the back of her hand on his forehead.

“Oh dear.” His mother said worried, and Chris found himself glancing at her cleavage. “I don’t think you have a fever.” She said sounding relieved and Chris turned his head away, disgusted with himself.

“I’ll be fine mom; I just need some rest.” He said weakly.

“Do you want me to bring you anything to eat?” she asked, and Chris shook his head. She gave him another studying look, placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder, then left. Chris rubbed his eyes, cursing, and pulled the covers on, hoping to fall asleep.

“Is Chris alright?” Shawn asked around the dinner table, when it was just his sister, niece, and him.

“He’s not feeling well.” Laura said and looked over at her daughter. “Are you feeling alright honey? You’ve been awfully quiet today.” She asked.

“I’m fine mom, just a little tired maybe.” Jessica lied and took a few more bites of dinner. She heard her mother and uncle talk, their voices drowning out, and kept thinking about her brother.

Laying alone in bed, with nothing better to do, Jessica sought out refuge by reading erotica. She wasn’t particularly horny, but she needed the distraction. She started going over sex stories and was hit with a pang of disgust every time there was an incest story about brother and sister. Thinking back to all the incest stories she read, she realized there was no way that any of them were real, even the ones that claimed so. She went over the disgustingly hot tales portrayed there and found herself thinking what people would say about her own life, her own story.

Jessica settled on a more romantic, boy meets girl, story. It was sweet and tender, like young love can be, and as the story progressed, got more intense. She thought about her awkward first time as the story described the couple losing their virginity to each other. It was a long story, and by the time she was done, it was already late, and she was tired.

The following day, after Jessica finished eating breakfast, and as she was climbing up the stairs, she glimpsed her brother entering the bathroom. Her eyes caught his just as he got to the door, and he had a shameful expression as he quickly vanished inside. Jessica sighed to herself, a flush creeping to her face, and entered her room, wondering what she could do.

Chris’s shame, though somewhat lesser, was still burning inside him on the second day. It was two days since his sister and he did the unthinkable, and it still made his stomach churn. Yesterday, he didn’t leave his room unless he absolutely had to, and he had gone down to grab something to eat only when it was late. Today, he knew he had to eat, and waited until his sister was back in her room before he climbed down the stairs.

“Are you feeling better sweetie?” Laura asked her son as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah, a little better.” Chris said in a hoarse voice and made for the fridge.

“Good, I’m glad.” Laura said with a sympathetic smile and studied her son as he made himself breakfast. They sat in silence around the table as Chris ate, Laura going over some old newspaper recipe clippings. She looked up occasionally, studying her son, but said nothing, only glad that he was feeling better.

Jessica finally built up the nerve and went back to reading incest stories. She still could not bring herself to read brother and sister stories, but she did find that her libido was back to itself as she read a story about two cousins having sex. She played with herself, touched and fingered, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as her first orgasm hit her, making her toes curl under the covers.

Chris knew he would have to face his sister eventually and decided it was better to do it sooner than later. His heart raced and his face flushed as he climbed down the stairs for dinner that evening. His sister was already sitting at the table, and the knot in his stomach tightened as she looked up at him.

“Feeling better champ?” Uncle Shawn asked as his nephew took a seat.

“A little.” Chris croaked and looked at his sister from the edge of his vision. He talked little, but ate quite a bit, realizing that he barely ate anything over the past day. He nodded his approval once or twice, grunted it a third time, and quickly made his way up to his room when they were finished.

Jessica was nervous as she stood outside her brother’s room later that night. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a size too big, and loose yoga shorts. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. She waited for an answer, but nothing came so she took a deep breath and knocked again, a little louder.

“Yeah.” Chris squeaked nervously as someone knocked on his door. He put down his phone and watched the door opening. When he saw his sister standing there, a small wave of nausea hit him. “Jess, please go.” He said in a weak, tired voice.

“I have to show you something.” Jessica said in a small apologetic voice. Her entire demeanor was humbled, remorseful, a little shy even.

“Don’t, just go, please.” Chris said, barely able to look at her.

“I think it might help you feel a little better about…about…what happened….” She said.

“I don’t think there is anything that could help me feel better, unless you have some drugs.” Chris said, not sounding like he was joking.

“It’ll just take a sec, then I’ll leave. I promise.” Jessica said earnestly.

“Fine, what is it?” Chris snapped, knowing that he would be rid of his sister faster that way.

“Give me your phone.” Jessica said. Her brother looked at her surprised but unlocked it and handed it to her, nonetheless. He watched her look at the screen, typing away, then handed it back to him.

“What the hell is this?” Chris asked alarmed and confused.

“It’s an erotic stories site. Try reading some of the stories on it.” Jessica said, blushing.

“What? Why would I do that?” Chris asked, still puzzled.

“I know it might sound weird but just try reading a few stories, make sure to look at the top-rated ones.” She said.

“How will that help?” Chris asked, looking up at his sister, the image of her moaning naked body under his suddenly flashing through his mind.

“I can’t say for sure that it will but try.” Jessica said hopeful. She gave her brother a final look, then turned around and left as fast as she could. She felt nervous tears fill her eyes as she closed her own bedroom door behind her, breathing heavily. It had been two days, but she still could not accept it happened, could not believe she did that with her own little brother.

Chris stared at his phone speechless for a few more minutes after his sister left his room. He didn’t understand any of it and blinked down at the screen. His entire body tensed, and upon noticing it, he tried to relax, exhaling in slow breaths. He didn’t understand why his sister brought up a sex stories site on his phone and hadn’t the slightest idea why she thought it would help. He sat there staring, until the initial shock wore off, then out of curiosity, started scrolling down.

As Chris looked over the titles of the stories, he didn’t see what the big deal was. He never entered a site like this before, but looking at the latest published stories, everything looked disgustingly expectable. He brought his right hand up and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger, then looked back at his phone and clicked on the top-rated stories section.

Chris raised an eyebrow as he read the first title, the highest rated story. He was also surprised as he went over the second title, and after seeing the third, fourth and fifth titles, his eyes went wide. “WTF!” he mouthed to himself as he continued going down the list, shocked. He could not believe it and looked at the number of views next to a random story, then scrolled back up, shocked. In the top-rated stories section of the site, the stories were all about incest. Out of what Chris assumed were thousands of stories, maybe even more, the ones people considered the best were incest stories, with millions of reads.

Chris could not believe it as he scrolled down the list a second time, reading the short summaries under each one. There were stories of cousins having sex, of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, and so many more combinations. He felt a pang of uneasiness every time he saw a story about brother and sister, feeling of disgust along with a barely unnoticeable sliver of arousal. They were all popular, every disgusting incestuous combination possible, but brother and sister, was right there at the top.

Chris put down the phone, his head spinning as he processed what he was seeing. He found himself wondering if some of the stories could be real, and quickly picked up the phone. He scanned the titles again, and his heart skipped a beat every time he saw “true story” written next to one of the titles. He told himself he was not going to read any of them, that they were all disgusting, but in the end he couldn’t resist. He clicked on a highly rated story about father and daughter and started reading.

The next day, Jessica was surprised to see her brother around the table, joining her for a late breakfast. It was just the two of them, and they barely exchanged two words, but Chris seemed much more composed then he had the day before. She wondered if he read any of the stories, and if they affected him the way she hoped, but was too embarrassed to ask him about it.

Disgusting thoughts ran through Chris’s mind as he read story after story of taboo acts. It was clear most of them weren’t real, it was easy to tell who was writing from experience, but even the fictional ones got to him. He read stories about cousins hooking up, fathers screwing daughters and mothers fucking sons. In many of the fictional stories Chris thought he could spot a longing in one of the characters. A nephew with an unrealistic crush on his aunt, a father fantasizing about his hot daughter, or a virgin son spying on his mother. The stories were getting him incredibly aroused and he found himself stroking his cock without even noticing.

That night, Jessica was laying on her bed texting her friends and boyfriend. Her boyfriend was being nasty again, and after texting for a few minutes he asked for her to send him a sexy picture. Jessica knew she shouldn’t, but she was bored, and the thought of it excited her. It was a warm night, the open window letting in a gentle breeze, and Jessica smiled to herself as she pulled her t-shirt and shorts off. She was wearing red cotton panties and a blue bra, and enjoyed the warm air caressing her bare skin as she laid back down. She looked down at her boyfriend’s lewd text request and opened the camera on her phone. A sneaky smile spread across her face as she lowered the camera until it caught her body from her neck down. She studied herself in the screen, then slid her free hand down her chest. She hooked her free index finger into the cup of her bra, and before she would regret it, pulled it down and snapped a picture.

Jessica smiled to herself shyly as she looked at her picture on the phone. She looked so sexy, her right tit exposed, and her nipple looking so cute. She gave it another thought, thinking maybe she shouldn’t, then clicked send quickly, giggling to herself. She waited for her boyfriend to text back, but after not receiving a response for a few seconds, she resumed texting one of her friends. When her boyfriend finally texted back, she quickly turned back to their conversation, curious.

“Oh god!” Jessica giggled in amusement, shaking her head as she opened the picture her boyfriend sent her. It was a close-up of his hard dick, his hand around his shaft. It was covered in cum, running down his shaft, on his fingers, and splattered around the base.

‘You’re so nasty.’ Jess texted him with devil emojy and didn’t admit to herself that it turned her on.

‘Miss you babe.’ Her boyfriend wrote. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard when this all ends.’ He added. Jessica looked down at his text a little disgusted. She wasn’t surprised by what he wrote, but it made her wonder, yet again, if she should end things with him.

After going through some social media, Jessica couldn’t resist a good sexy story. She entered an erotica site and browsed until deciding on a story. It was about a guy having sex with his stepmother and stepsister, and she lapped it up, finishing it forty minutes later.

The warm night and the hot story were making Jessica hot and sweaty, and she needed a drink of water.