Tracy’s Reading Porn

“I didn’t say you could come in!” my sister snapped at me.

“I knocked,” I replied. “Mom wants you.” She grumbled something and brushed past me. Geez! It wasn’t as if I walked in on her while she was naked or something. I haven’t been that lucky yet.

Tracy was at her computer and shut down the screen really quick like she didn’t want me to see what she was looking at and hey…I just noticed she was still online and had just reduced her screen to the task bar. I could bring up the screen and see what she didn’t want me to see. I knew it was sneaky but who knows? She could be part of a terrorist sleeper cell planning attacks against the homeland, right? So, it was a matter of national security. No right to privacy there, right? I had a patriotic obligation to take a look. Quick as a flash, I moved to the computer and brought up the screen. Aha!

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, shit! You scared me. Don’t go sneaking up on me like that.” Tracy was back sooner than I expected.

“What the hell are you doing at my computer?”

“I was just curious about your reading habits. Sex stories, huh?”

“It’s none of your business what I read. Get the hell out of my room and stay out.”

“Incest sex stories I noticed.”

“Get out!”

“Brother-sister incest sex stories.”

“Bastard! Get out!”

“I didn’t know you had the hots for me.” Tracy screeched. She usually screeches when she’s been overly annoyed or frustrated with someone or something but I wasn’t sure why she was doing it now.

“Stop annoying your sister, Spencer,” Mom called from down the hall. Oh, so it was my fault? Why do I always get the blame? I got out of there. I can tell where I’m not wanted.

All through dinner and washing up the dishes Tracy glared and glowered at me. Mom barely noticed because Tracy was usually grumpy about something. My parents are divorced. Me and my sister live with Mom. Mom was watching television later that evening when Tracy cornered me in the hall.

“You better not say anything to Mom or anyone else about what I was reading. If you do, I’ll pound you into the ground. Do you understand me, mister?” She punched me in the arm for emphasis.

“Relax, Tracy,” I replied. “You’re of age and I’m a great believer in your First Amendment Constitutional rights to read anything you want. I was just teasing you. I read stories on that site too.”

“I don’t like people knowing my business, especially you. I was just curious and I picked a story at random,” Tracy explained. “In fact, the first time I logged into the site was just five minutes before you barged into my room.”

“Well, I might recommend you stay away from Jacking Off Joe’s stories. They’re much too violent and I know how much you dislike violence.” I rubbed the soreness from my arm.

“It’s Jacking Off George and he doesn’t write that way at all.” My sister colored up when she realized I just caught her in a lie. “Bastard!” she murmured.

“So, do you fantasize about me when you read his incest stories?”

“You wish!” exclaimed Tracy. “I just happen to like his style. That’s all.”

“I fantasize about you when I read those types of stories.”

“You do?” Tracy looked embarrassed and pleased at the same time. It was a reaction I didn’t expect. I’d expected her to express her disgust with me. Maybe I was onto something.

“Yeah, but the trouble is the male characters all have donkey dicks and the female characters are all centerfold beautiful.”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re very pretty,” I said. “It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a centerfold pose yet so I can’t judge.”

“That’ll never happen,” said Tracy.

“Why not do it if it’s okay with both of us?” I was staring at her tits at the time, or as much as her blouse and bra would allow me to see.

“It’s not okay, Spencer. It’s like those disclaimers they add at the end of the stories: Reading about a fantasy is okay but trying to act them out is just plain wrong.” I sighed with resignation. Tracy was right, of course. Even so, I didn’t want this to be over. I couldn’t be sure but I thought there was a glimmer of hope of getting something going with my sister.

“Let me know if you change your mind.” I gave her my best leer and most lecherous smile.

“You’re a pervert,” she said with her own smile. Tracy touched my arm before she turned to go back to the living room.