Incest/Taboo Anderson Family Journals

Entry #7 - Men Suck

Grown boys and young men suck. I have too many friends who saw me as a younger sister (or little brother) while chasing around girls who looked like Diana. The friends who did want me would be happy to date a talking watermelon with a built-in fuckhole. I'd say I'm aiming too high, but that's not true. I want men who look like men, and they want women who look like women.

One of them once said, "You're like a little sister to me; dating you would be strange. We could fuck, though...if you want?"

*Sigh*

Entry #8 - My Sister's Tits

I was in Diana's room the other day, watching her try on these lacy panties and bras she had bought online. Really slutty stuff. Some of those bras and panties "happened" to be too small for her, but they were just my size. What luck, right?

"Who's the lucky guy?" I asked her as she modeled a red lace thong and matching half-bra in the mirror. Compared to my sister, I was overdressed in a pair of jean short-shorts, the crotch hugging kind, and a tight, Badfish T-shirt.

My triplet had bigger thighs than me, a bigger ass, stomach, tits (always the tits), shoulders, and arms, but it wasn't fat or natural thickness. Diana's body had that athletic smoothness that other women killed themselves in the gym to achieve. She had the sensual definition of her muscles covered by a thick layer of skin that flowed over her body, hugging her muscles close, showing off the strength of her body without being too lean. She did have abs, though.

"Who says there has to be a guy?" Diana asked.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I haven't seen you this happy since your first crush told you he like-liked you."

Diana laughed as she cupped her tits and pushed them up. They didn't need lifting. My sister's tits were big and perky. Big AND perky. Big and perky tits...lucky her.

"Come on, who is it?"

"So, you're a talker today?" Diana asked.

"Don't answer a question with a question," I said and sighed. "I've always been a talker."

"Not this year." Diana turned away from her mirror and looked at me. Her panties made a sharp V from her hips to the bottom of her crotch, where the lace gripped her labia hard. "This year, you've been on and off. Your head's not always in the present."

"You don't have my problems."

"The boyfriend thing?"

"No," I said.

(I wish I hadn't said that, so I tried to cover it up by saying, "Maybe, I don't know," but I knew my triplet didn't believe me.)

"You can talk to me about anything," Diana said. "That's what I'm here for."

"I know," I said. "You guys won't let me forget that I'm the little one."

"Would I buy the 'little one' panties like the ones I'm trying on?" Diana asked. "Try yours on. We'll prance around in our underwear--every boy's fantasy."

I laughed and said, "Another time. Thanks for that bikini that did me no good because Timmy was watching my friend and me the entire time."

"No problem," my sister said, taking off her bra and tossing it on her dresser. "I guess you haven't found that boy to kiss yet."

"Nope," I said. "I'm waiting for you to find me that man to kiss. You're still doing me that favor, right?"

"Hell yeah. That's what sisters are for." Diana followed my eyes. "Are you staring at my tits?"

"I have too; they're always there."

We laughed.

"Have you ever touched a girl's tits?" Diana asked, bending over as she pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. My naked sister stood to the side of me as I lay parallel to the foot of her bed, watching her and imagining my head on her body.

"No," I said.

"No. Never?"

I shook my head.

"Not even at a slumber--oh, that's right, you never went to slumber parties."

Diana turned her body in my direction, her breasts high on her chest, her peachy nipples hard, thick, and proud. Her abs had a bit of a pump to them, and I could tell by her smoothness that she had waxed the hairs between her legs within the last couple of days. Her lips hung between her thighs--

(Why am I describing this?)

"I know you know some girls," Diana said. "They've never asked you if you want to touch their tits?"

"Most of my friends are guys," I said. "Fuck, all my friends are guys. It's always been that way." I looked down at my flat chest. "It's these two little titty bumps that make them think I'm a boy instead of a girl."

"And the pixie haircut."

"Low blow, dirtbag."

"Dirtbag?" Diana asked. "I thought you were a genius? Don't you have any big words to throw at me?"

"No."

Diana laughed, her titties shaking with her shoulders as she stared at me, still naked, still hot, still sexy--still-still-still.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," Diana said.

"What?"

"Do you?" she asked.

"Do I what?"

"Do you?" she said, nodding downward at her tits. "Do you want to touch them?"

"Your tits?"

"No, my twat," Diana said, laughing. "Yeah, my tits. They're just tits."

I turned my head so I could stare up at the ceiling. The beating beneath my breasts turned into a thumping. Why was my sister asking me if I wanted to touch her tits? Thoughts of Timmy formed in the back of my head.

"You can wrestle Timmy, but you can't touch my tits?" Diana asked, and my mind swiped left on those thoughts of Timmy. "Why do you like to wrestle with our brother?"

"I dunno," I said. "Why, do you want to wrestle Timmy too?"

A small, mostly straight smile tugged at Diana's lips for a moment, then it was gone, and she went back to trying on her panties and bras, and I went back to watching her with strange thoughts in my head....

Entry #9 - The Cougar

My mother is a cougar on the prowl. She spends most of her weekends wearing small bikinis at Timmy's team-building parties those horny MILFs throw for the senior wrestlers. (Could they be any more obvious? They invite the eighteen-year-olds only, but all the wrestling moms show up to those parties! Fucking desperate housewives.)

I should ask Timmy how the wrestlers like partying with their bikini-clad moms.

Entry #10 - He "Likes" Me

The other day, Timmy told me he liked me like he liked Diana.

I doubt he does.

He spends a lot of time in Diana's room and none in mine. I have no reason to invite him into my room, but still...it sucks being the "young" one.

Entry #11 - Vicki's Videos

Vicki texted me during lunch, and I hooked up with her after school. I was wearing loose jogger's cargo pants that fit high on my waist and a crop top that said Bad B! across the front. It barely covered my itty bitties. Vicki wore a long hoodie as a thigh-high dress and a pair of half-laced, black boots. She drove us to a strip mall, where we parked behind a liquor store. We moved into her back seat and pushed the seats all the way up before she put her laptop on the edge of the center console. She stared at her computer, nibbling on her lower lip as she stuck a flash drive into its port.

"Want to light up?"

"Yes!"

I pulled a joint from my backpack, stuck a glass filter on it, and lit the twisted end. The joint glowed orange, and we passed it around as she sat back and stared at her ceiling.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I haven't told you how I knew about the places we go to," she said. "They need a business name."

"You said they tried to recruit you," I said. "And a place without a name is hard to find."

Vicki rolled her head toward me as she passed me the joint. I took it, smoked it, and blew smoke at her. She smiled as the white mist swirled about her long, brownish-blonde hair. I could see a bit of Lana in her, not enough to call them sisters, but enough to call them cousins.

"So?" I asked.

"My uncle took me there," Vicki said. "He introduced me to that woman, Charlotte."

I nodded as Vicki looked at me.

My weed had a way of slowing down my thoughts. It was like gently pressing on the breaks of a car and slowing down as you approached a red light, hoping you didn't have to come to a stop before the light turned green again.

(I knew Charlotte by sight like I knew everyone who worked there by sight, but I didn't know them well enough to converse with them.)

"Your uncle?" I asked once Charlotte's face left my head. "That's...strange."

Vicki nodded and asked, "You know what's stranger?"

I think I did, but I said, "What?"

"He kissed me a week before he took me there."

That was close enough.

"I liked it," Vicki said, then added in a whisper, "I was hoping he would kiss me."

"We've all got our problems."

Vicki laughed, a soft chuckle, then she sighed.

"What's going on with you...Vicki?" I asked, thinking Diana was much better at this. So was Timmy. I was the "young" one. I didn't listen to people's problems; they listened to mine.

"I want to show you something, but you can't tell anyone," Vicki said. "Like the places we go."

I nodded, saying, "I won't."

(Keeping a secret is the one thing I can do well.)

"I'm just going to click a video," Vicki said. "Just know that Lana and I are cousins through our Dads, and our uncle is our Dads' oldest brother. He has a daughter named Cindy and...well, just watch."

"Okay," I thought, attempting to imagine what kind of fucked up shit I was about to see.

"Everything you're about to see was consensual."

(And the first thing I thought was: Oh, that kind of fucked up shit.)

It's hard to describe what I felt when is saw real incest for the first time. Disbelief: They can't really be related. Curiosity: What drives a person to do this with a relative? Disgust: Because I'm supposed to be disgusted. Shame: I've used my brother to "work off" my sexless aggression; I've gazed at my sister's naked body, wishing it was mine until my nipples hurt as I imagined all the top-shelf cock I could get if I had bigger tits, bigger hips, and Wonder Woman's body. Fascination: Incest is a dirty secret that would always be available to its practitioners. Jealousy: Why was their family so close? Intrusive Thoughts: Images of my brother, my sister, my mother, and my--unwanted, sexual scenarios that come and come and come and continue to come long after I witnessed the real thing until guilt and shame turn into a dangerous obsession and dark desire.

The first video I saw starred Cindy (a short blonde with a wholesome, girl-next-door appearance and a compact, My Little Pony, body) and her father, Vicki and Lana's uncle, in a pastel-colored hotel room, reminiscent of high-class gonzo skin flicks.

I didn't recognize Cindy from the places we go, but girls come and go from that place all the time.

"What's your name?" the "director" said, whose name was Steven S. Król.

"You know my name, Dad," Cindy said, her cheeks turning pink as she sat on the hotel bed wearing a jean skirt and a matching jacket, a white blouse, and brown UGGs.

"Play the part," her dad said. "This is roleplay."

Cindy rolled her eyes as her dad asked the question again, and she said, "Cindy."

"How old are you, Cindy?"

"Eighteen," she said.

"That's a sexy eighteen," her dad said. "What are you here for, Cindy?"

"I'm here to fuck," Cindy said, her face going red as she looked into the camera and said the words with a shoulder shimmy and forward-moving chin.

"Who are you here to fuck?"

"You," Cindy said.

"Who am I?" her dad said. "Tell everyone."

"You're my daddy," she said, her voice hesitant and her smile turning silly. "You're my real daddy, flesh-and-blood, and this is an incest video."

"Good girl," her dad said. "This is going to make your mom so proud of you."

Even with the simple dialogue, knowing what was going to happen, and the embarrassing way Cindy answered her father's questions did something to me I hadn't expected--I got warm between my legs. Warm and wet until the white crotch of my panties stuck to my smooth pussy lips. As the scene continued, I pressed my thighs together, rubbing them side to side as my nipples tightened, and that hot, tingling sensation swirled throughout my cunny and core.

(I was viewing a forbidden act, something twisted and sick and naughty--so very, very naughty.)

I took a hit of the join, saved the last toke for Vicki, and passed it over without looking at her. I heard her burn it and place the filter in the door's side pocket above the handle.

In the video, Cindy's daddy had her stripped down to her skirt and UGGs as she turned in a circle for him. She smiled at the camera, her peachy tan and big hair making her look like a beauty contestant.

"What are you wearing beneath your skirt, baby doll?" her father asked.

"I don't know," Cindy said, the blush in her cheeks no longer darkening, but it wasn't fading away either. She pulled her skirt up around her hips, baring her smooth-lipped beaver and her thick, brownish-blonde landing strip.

"Leave that skirt right there," her dad said.

Her dad entered the frame, already naked, already hard, his slender-to-athletic physique darkened by a tan. Cindy lay on the bed with her ass at the edge, and her father leaned over her, sucking her big, round tits into his mouth, really drooling all over her thick, pale, pink nipples. He moved down her body, sliding his cheek down her stomach and turning his face down to kiss her pubic hairs before kissing her pussy as he slid his hands beneath her round ass.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy," Cindy moaned, looking upward until her father told her to face the camera. She did, her blue eyes sparkling and her small mouth open as she moaned with each cunny lick between her thighs.

By now, I had my hands on my thighs with my fingers digging into my skin. My pussy wanted attention, so did my nipples, and my hands battled my mind as they tried to exert the force needed to drive them between my legs.

When Vicki's uncle stood with his good-sized, but not huge, cock pointing forward between his daughter's open legs, Vicki said, "Do you mind if I...you know...."

I whispered, "Whatever," as I kept my eye on the laptop's screen.

Cindy's dad didn't fuck around with his daughter. He kept her skirt up around her waist, grabbed her right leg with his left hand, picked her up, and tilted her body toward the camera so we could see her front at an angle. She spread her legs, opening her chestnut-toned pussy to the camera (like a good little girl *laughs*), and her father grabbed his dick with his right hand, slid his head through her juicy slit several times before punching his head between her small pussy lips.

"Ungh!" Cindy moaned, arching her back.

Her father pulled his cock out and punched it back into her muff, eliciting another sexy "Ungh!" from his daughter's lungs. She opened her mouth wide and looked down as he pulled out and punched his cock back into her, burying his meat in her softness to the middle of his shaft. He pulled out and buried even more of his cock up her tiny twat with another plunge through her wet crease. The roughness sent a tremor through my shoulders.

I crossed my arms under my small tits and gripped my sides, my fingers pressing into my ribs. Next to me, Vicki pulled her long hoodie up her legs. I glanced at her. She hadn't been wearing shorts or panties under her hoodie. (A couple of days later, I discovered she had gone pantyless throughout the day. She had even attempted to flash one of her younger teachers, but if he noticed, he never mentioned it to her.)

We watched as Cindy's Dad fucked her missionary at the side of the bed, then he turned her over and pumped her pussy from behind, banging his hips into her bubble butt and making her meaty strength ripple. He spun her toward the end of the bed, making her face the camera with her right leg straight, foot of the floor. He fucked her from behind for a while, half-standing, spanking his daughter's ass and pulling her hair back, forcing her to look into the camera while he deep-dicked her. She wore an expression of pleasure and strain as if keeping up with her father's hard fucking was almost too much for her little pussy and compact body.

Next to me, Vicki uttered soft, restrained moans, but I heard the slick, side-to-side swishing of her clit as Vicki slid her fingers across her pleasure pearl.

The video ended with Cindy's dad pulling his dick from his daughter's cunny and moving to her face as she lay parallel to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her by her brown hair, turned her face toward him, and fucked her panting mouth, pumping his hips hard as he forced-fucked his daughter's face with his wet pole. When he came, he dropped his first load onto her tongue and the next three across her face, then he held his cock by the neck and drizzled the last of his spew against his daughter's face. (It--was--so--fucking--nasty!)

(Fuck! My pussy was so wet then, and it's so wet now as I write this down.)

"Choose another, umm, video," Vicki said, her voice tight with holding back her excitement.

I glanced at her again. She had her right fingers on her clit and her left hand between her legs, digging open her pouty clam as she spread her legs open. The scent of her pussy filled the car, mixing with our smoke, and the combined thickness of the sex and weed propelled my mind backward as the world advanced, turning me into an observer outside of time.

There were dozens of videos on the flash drive, labeled with either Cindy's name or Lana's, or both, but none of Vicki. I opened the file labeled: Lana, The Cocksucking Girl Scout. It came on, and there stood Lana, in her uncle's living room, wearing a cropped white blouse tied between her big tits, white, knee-high stockings, black shoes, a pleated, green skirt with a thick waistband, and a green sash. (There was no mistaking this was a woman's uniform...a stripper's uniform.)

I watched the intro as Vicki masturbated next to me, her wet-pussy sounds bringing new life to my already buzzing clit. (There was no darkness between us. No anonymity. Here we were, able to see each other....) The little bead of love capping my narrow slit swelled until I thought it would burst, so I dug my fingers harder into my sides and kept my thighs pressed together. (If I had looked down between my legs, I would have seen a damp spot on the crotch of my jogger's cargo pants.)

"Hey, everyone, this is my niece, Lana," Uncle Steve said, holding his camera in the male POV style. "Why don't you tell everyone who's watching how old you are."

"I'm eighteen," Lana said, smiling while holding her hands behind her butt, pushing her titties out, her mixed features blending so well together she looked like an elf or some kind of fairytale creature.

"Tell me about your badges," her uncle said.

"Well," Lana said, looking down and swaying her shoulders front and back. "This is my badge for turning eighteen. This one is my badge for playing with myself. And this one is for handjobs. And this one is my Dirty Cocksucker's Badge, and this is my Deepthroat Badge, and this one is my Busted Hymen Badge, and this one is my Incest Badge...." Lana went on for some time.

"Why don't you show me how you earned your cocksuckers' badge," Uncle Steve said. "Let's go from your Cocksucker's Badge to your Deephroat Badge to your Cum-Swallowing Badge, okay?"

"Okay, Uncle Steve," Lana said.

I watched as Lana dropped to her knees and pulled out her uncle's cock. She took it in her right hand, held it up, and licked the bottom of it, then the sides, his dick looking thicker up close than it had when he had fucked his daughter raw and senseless. Lana licked her wet tongue around her uncle's corona, then slurped the head of his pecker between her lips, her cheeks moving as she worked her tongue around his head.

"Oh, yeah, you good little family cocksucker," Uncle Steve said, pointing the camera straight down.

"Thanks, Uncle," Lana said, wetly popping her lips from his dick before sucking the flesh-pop back into her mouth. She stared up at the camera with her blue irises, the bright color at odds with her Asian eyes, but the exoticness of it made her look so fucking hot.

As Lana sucked and slurped on her uncle's dick, he moaned and groaned, said dirty words to her, calling her a "Naughty bitch" and a "Nasty little niece" and a "Naughty little dick sucker" and other things that made my pussy cream. Vicki's moans grew louder as her uncle talked, and Lana's cocksucking became fiercer, wetter, and with sudden gags and chokes that made her eyes tear up and my pussy hot.

As sexy as the blowjob was, I had to switch to a video of Lana getting her pussy fucked. I found one where Lana's usually light skin had been sun-toasted to a golden brown. I scrubbed the seek bar forward to a time where Lana lay on her back, and her uncle stood on his knees close to her ass and the meaty crescent of her labia. They were on a bed, with Lana's head and shoulders jammed into some pillows braced against the headboard. Uncle Steve put her feet on his shoulders, aimed his curved cock between her thighs, and sank into the mushy softness between her soft pussy folds.

"Uh," Lana grunted as her uncle gave her pussy a top-to-bottom thrust that buried his bone up her snatch and banged his balls against her asshole. "Uh--uh, uh, uh-uh-uh!"

"Mmm, fuck," Vicki moaned through her clenched teeth.

"He," I said, working my throat to get some moisture in my throat. "He doesn't take it easy on you girls, does he?"

"No," Vicki said, shaking her head. "I don't know, uh, yet. I've only, mmm, kissed him."

As Uncle Steve pounded Lana's little pussy, Vicki worked her own pussy faster, bringing a deep fragrance into the air that overpowered the stench of weed. My hands jerked, fighting my mind to get between my legs, or at least on my titties, but the most I gave into my body's demands was to rub my forearms over my nipples.

"You're fucking me hard-hard-hard, Uncle Steve," Lana whimpered, staring up into the camera. "Oh, fuck, so fucking hard, uh, mmm, oh, I'm gonna come! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah, come, you little bitch," Uncle Steve moaned.

When her cousin came, Vicki came, spreading her legs wide as she pushed herself against her seat's backrest. She opened her legs, and I looked down at her glistening pink twat, her little fingers disappearing into her small hole. Her wet lips lay open, folded back, sticky and wet. My own pussy throbbed, screaming at me to mess it up and leave it tender to the touch.

I shivered as the video came to an end.

"Are you going to fuck him?" I asked her as the video looped around and played again.

"I don't know," Vicki said, still breathing hard. "I don't want him to be my first. I don't want to fall in love with my uncle."

I uttered a soft, quick laugh that was more like an expulsion of breath than a laugh.

"Do you want to choose another one?" Vicki asked.

It took me half a minute of watching Lana again before I said, "Sure."

My eyes moved over the video titles, ranging from handjobs to anal sex to DPs with toys and rough bondage, but then I found one labeled Cindy & Lana, Two Cute Clam Bumpers. My finger hovered over the cursor pad before I tapped it several times, barely touching it as I thought of the pussy sitting next to me and almost against my will, my finger stamped down twice, hard enough to initiate the video.

We watched it together, and as soon as Uncle Steve had his daughter spread her legs, and Lana spread hers, then press their pussies together with their legs scissored, Vicki asked, "Can I... touch you?"

Her words exploded in my mind, but not loudly. They sounded muted and far away, but big and billowing, almost shaking. I knew she asked the question again but heard the words "Can I touch you" echo throughout my consciousness.

Can I touch you? Can I touch you? Can I touch you?

I watched Lana and her cousin bump clams, grinding their hairless pussies against each other, their legs intertwined, their titties shaking, the pussy lips tribbing.... I watched, and the heat burning beneath my mound turned my small, untouched, virgin pussy into liquid.

Can I touch you? Can I touch you? Can I touch you?

I didn't answer Vicki, but slowly, I slid my right hand from my left side, and at an even slower pace, I lowered my hand to my waist, where the white drawstrings cinched my pants tight to my body lay. I traced one of the strings with my fingers, tugged at it, toyed with it, then, as my heartbeat thumped beneath my chest with a heavy, almost suffocating beat that vibrated between my ears, I pulled my drawstrings loose.

Not another thought went through my head before Lana crossed the distance between us and pushed her left hand between my legs as she circled my body with her right arm. She cupped my little pussy, held it, squeezed it, sending shivers of pleasure through me as my muffin wet itself at the eagerness of her touch. Her fingers found my clitty, rubbed it, moved lower, and slipped between my lips, no finesses, but the roughness of her small digits sent a thrill through me that pushed my hips forward. I laid my left forearm on Vicki's back, my hand up near her neck. Vicki yanked my crop top up with her teeth, took my tiny left titty into her mouth, and sucked.

"Uh, fuck," I moaned, my voice filling the car. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and pushed my pussy against Vicki's fingers. In they went, out they came, my sticky honey drenching us both. In and out, in and fucking out, my pussy humming the entire time. She sucked on one nipple, then the other, then she pulled her fingers from my pussyhole, bringing a loud, "Noooo," from my mouth until she pressed down on my clit and rubbed the slick pearl in circles, forcing a loud "Yessss" from my lungs.

Time passed, and we struggled against each other. Vicki pressed her hands against me, her fingers into me, and her mouth over me. I pushed my body against her, turning so I could lean into the corner of the backseat, and she could move over me, one hand between my legs, the other behind my head, and her mouth sucking on my titties in turn. Somewhere in the clusterfuck of first times, a burning heat swept through my body. I got hot, so hot, so fucking hot before the heat spread outward, and as it moved through my body, it pulled a string within me, releasing the plug that kept my pleasure in check. Ecstasy exploded through my body--it surged out of me with the force of an atomic blast, and I came and came, wetting Vicki's hand, my panties, my pants, and her backseat.

Fuck, did I come and come. The more Vicki touched me, the more I came, one right after another, my pussy singing until silent tears wet my eyes and body trembled, buzzing all over. I put my hands on Vicki's shoulders and pushed, growling, "Enough! Enough! Please, fuck--enough!"

Vicki fell back against her door, breathing hard and staring at me. I hadn't opened my eyes, but I felt her gaze drilling into me. When I opened them, I met her eyes but said nothing as the video continued to play for the third time. Lana and Cindy's moans and our heavy breathing were the only sound in the car for the next several minutes.

"We should go," I panted, turning forward in my seat and fixing my clothes. "We should go."

"Okay," Vicki said, fixing her hoodie dress. "You okay?"

I laughed. I didn't look at her, so I don't know how she took my laughter, but I laughed for half a minute or more before I said, "I'm better than okay, but I need to get home and think about this."

"Okay," Vicki said. "Me too."

She drove me to my street in silence, and I boarded around my neighborhood until the wet spot on my pants dried before I returned home.

(Fuck, after writing this, I'm in the mood to wrestle.)

Entry #12 - Am I Strange?

I have said that things have gotten "strange" in my house, haven't I?

Well, things have become much stranger since I last wrote that down, but I'll write about "the how and the why" another time.

(I should burn this journal; I really should. I'm going to meditate on it, but there's so much more to write.)

I'm off to wrestle my brother; I've earned it.
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