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Forbidden Ch. 01

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When people used to ask Kevin what was special about him, he would hesitate. He was adopted, like his sisters, but that was about it. In fact, the strangest thing about him was just how normal he was.

He was five foot ten with medium-short brown hair and a medium build, the son of an accountant and a real-estate agent, with an older and a younger sister. His family lived in a large five-bedroom house with three floors, not super-rich but rather well off. He didn't get everything he wanted all the time, but it was safe to say that his college would be paid for him if he decided to go. It was the kind of life that most people dream of, the famous 'other side' to the majority for people in North America.

Unfortunately for Kevin, that sort of dream doesn't actually exist. Sure, his life was a lot easier than someone in Africa or even down the road with five siblings and one washroom. Life is one of those tough things, where it isn't just what you have that makes you happy. Despite the beliefs that society is based upon, happiness is a choice. The quality of life may make it simpler to choose happiness, but it doesn't by any means guarantee it; just ask people in Hollywood.

Despite everything he had, Kevin found it hard to say that he was happy. When he was seven, getting that new bike he wanted so badly was enough to get him by with a big grin and a positive outlook on life. Now, that concept seemed shallow.

Personally, he blamed philosophy class. He thought it should be called 'make yourself depressed for no reason' class; in the former year, he'd been introduced to existentialism.

On the very first day of grade twelve, he was late to class and the teacher was just starting the lesson. So, to punish him, he was asked by the teacher in front of the class what he knew for sure. He said "If I'm able to consider my own existence, albeit consider anything at all, then I must exist on some level. Everything else is fallible." He had instantly regretted it, as he saw all the people who were dressed like him start to giggle and point. It seemed childish, but it was a sure sign of social extermination.

He had just moved to a new city to start the second half of twelfth grade, and his first day was nothing less than a disaster. The day ended an hour early because it was the first day and there was a seminar all of the grade eleven and twelve students had to attend. Instead, he decided to head home early. His other classes were boring, and he found himself exhausted and humiliated as he put his helmet on and jumped on his new motorcycle.

His mother had insisted that he drive a car, for safety reasons. She personally knew of several motorcycle deaths involving friends' siblings, cousins, and the likes. No one in their family had died on a motorcycle, because they were all rather rich and most of them considered themselves above that sort of thing; riding a motorcycle that is, not dying. They were in denial about their own mortality, in Kevin's opinion.

In order to justify moving at such a critical time in the kids' lives, their parents had made concessions. Both of his sisters had asked to be treated life adults, though neither of them really acted too much like they were. His younger sister Laura was allowed to start dating, and his older sister Madison was allowed to stay home and mooch for as long as she wanted. He asked for a motorcycle. It seemed he got a new bike anyways, regardless of how shallow it made him.

He looked around and spotted a few of the people who had avoided him throughout the day, because of his comment in philosophy. According to a guy with really thick glasses in English class, the cool kids took philosophy as a free credit, and he had made an impression on most -- if not all -- of them.

Now he turned the key in his Black Honda CB750. He noticed how many people were looking at him, and decided to use the kick start instead of the automatic. Just for effect. The automatic started on his bike worked, the bike being pristine out of a collection a friend of his dad's had. He hauled himself up and onto the kick, then jammed down. The engine growled to a start and began purring beneath him.

When he leaned the bike up more, he noticed how much weight he had. He was only one-sixty, but the armored leather jacket that his mom had insisted on weighed fifteen pounds. He asked his mom to pay for his gas if he had to wear such a stupid thing, to which she'd agreed. Truth be told, he didn't mind it at all. It was black leather with silver wings, which was a design that he'd considered. The armor pads were heavy, but they gave it a nice shape and made him feel a bit safer riding.

Now he backed up, watching as several of the pointing girls were now waving playfully at him. With a twist of his wrist, he powered off back home. "Who knew that a motorcycle could have that kind of effect on reputation?" he asked himself as he drove. "Oh wait, that's the main reason I wanted one."

--

Kevin walked up the driveway and around the corner of the garage, popping through the front door.

Walking past the stairs in the entranceway and the living room, he popped into the kitchen.

"Hey Laura, I'm home" Kevin called down the stairs.

He knew that Laura would be down below, because her car was the only one in the driveway and the kids had called the downstairs as their own. The house had two bedrooms upstairs and three below, with the living room, dining room, and kitchen in the middle. There was a den, exercise room, and a Jacuzzi upstairs, while the downstairs only had the den and three bedrooms and a full bath walled off from it.

Kevin could swear that he heard arguing from downstairs, so he opened the door all the way and walked down to the den. When he got there, he found Laura laid back on the large couch in the center of the room. He walked a bit farther, but then stopped. He could tell that there was something strange going on, because she was pulling her shirt up. The stairs were in the corner on the room and the couch was just to the right a bit, so she hadn't noticed him.

Kevin watched in fascination as her arms went straight up along with her shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. If he came down now, she'd probably scream and call him a 'perv' like the time she'd left the door open and he'd walked into the bathroom while she was showering. The door to the shower was rippled, so all that he saw was the basic outline of a person anyways.

She reached up slowly and touched an index finger to each breast. Then, without a word, she began to circle each of them with a finger, spiraling closer and closer to her small pink nipples. She leaned back on the top of the couch, bending her back a bit, letting her long dirty blonde hair fall back. Kevin got a full view of her breasts as she caressed them. They were large, but not huge. He figured about a 36C or thereabouts. He couldn't help but think how beautiful they were, so firm and round. It was a thought which he took back when he remembered that it was his sister.

When she finally reached her nipples, she pulled on them a bit and breathed in loud enough that he heard it. She began massaging her right breast, while her left hand glided gently down her front to the button of her jeans, popping it and unzipping her pants.

He lowered himself to see the television, which she was still watching. It had some crappy romance flick on which he recognized the characters from, with a candlelit dinner in it. He'd seen her watching that part in her room before she closed the door. Now the man was planting soft kisses all down the woman's body towards her legs. Kevin realized that the woman was naked, and stood back up to watch again.

Laura had pulled her pants half way up her thighs, being that her feet were sitting on the foot rest and her knees were up in the air. He could see her panties now, the light-blue 'little girl' ones that she wore under a giant t-shirt when the three kids watched a late-night movie. She pulled her legs together and slid down her panties, which revealed a little patch of thick brown pubes.

"My sister's an aviation blonde!" Kevin shouted silently. He couldn't help but think about how wrong it was to watch his little sister masturbating, but he supposed that it wasn't that bad. He didn't do drugs, had never smoked, and never drank, though he supposed that the last two were only different because society still accepted them. On the other hand, he believed that human eroticism was based almost entirely on how wrong something was, and he found his sister with her panties down almost deathly erotic.

His problem was made worse as his sister spread her legs again and began stroking down between them. Now he considered a different problem. His cock was swollen, and his only refuge was his room, which was on the other side of his naked sister. He decided that the game was over, but it pained him that he hadn't seen her naked pussy. It was something which hadn't really bothered him until now, but he knew why. Before that afternoon, he had never thought of his sister in any sexual way. The reason he never thought about her was more because he thought of her as a child, which was just wrong. In fact, he now knew it to be false as well.

He walked down the stairs again.

"Laura, are you—"He intentionally put on a concerned tone and cut himself off as he came into full view of her.

She jumped straight up and off the couch, like a sleeping cat which was rudely awoken. She pulled up her panties and then covered her breasts with one hand, using the other to grab her shirt.

"I was just...uhh...I was..." She just trailed off, as though the situation was self-explanatory. To be honest, it was.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" Kevin helped.

"No! I mean, it isn't what it looks like" Laura attempted to come up with a believable excuse, but settled for a bad one. "I was just watching a movie, and I got warm so I figured no one would mind if—"She was cut off by a loud moan from behind her, the movie moving on without her.

"Looks like you're going to miss the climax of your movie" he teased. He smiled. "Climax, that's clever" he laughed to himself.

His sister could tell that he found it funny, and was enraged. She wasn't really sure why, but maybe it was the awkwardness of the situation.

"You're such a pervert, Kevin. Friggin perv." She finally got her hands on her shirt, and considered going to her room before putting it on.

"Oh, this is my favorite part" Kevin said, coming around the couch and sitting beside where she was before. The man was licking the woman's clit, and she was moaning loudly. "Seriously, Lor. I know what you were doing. I'd have to be stupid not to know, but it's alright. We all masturbate, and we all know that we all do it. Why be all secret about it?"

Laura was taken aback a bit. Just because she knew that he and Madison masturbated, she'd never realized that they'd obviously both know about her and each other doing the same thing. Slowly, she sat back down on the couch, still holding her shirt in front of her naked chest.

"You remember how we used to run around in the play room buck naked, and it didn't bother any of us? It's pretty crazy how far we've come. First we all had to wear pants all the time, and then you guys always had to wear a shirt. Hell, even I have to wear a shirt all the time now! You know what? I don't feel like it. I'm not succumbing to society's pressure anymore. I'm taking off my shirt. You don't mind, do you?" He looked at Laura, who cautiously shook her head.

He pulled his shirt off and put it down beside himself. "You know, I don't care if you wear a shirt either. It's not a big deal." He laughed again. "I've seen them now anyways."

Looking down at her shirt, Laura thought about what she should do. She really didn't want to wear a shirt. That's one of the reasons that she went to her room so much; she didn't have to wear anything there.

"I know that you don't like things on your skin. That's why you don't wear bras, right?" He got a slow nod, and then saw as she put her shirt on the couch opposite him. He was amazed by how smooth they looked up close, though he made sure not to stare. The last thing he wanted was for her to be creeped out.

She warily lay back, watching him as though he would suddenly freak out about her nudity. After a minute, she seemed to calm down. He had done anything but, and was solid as a rock. His sister was idealistic, and didn't realize that they wore clothes because they weren't the same as they were then -- physically or mentally. That was before her chest and ass swelled, before his balls dropped and his dick grew, and before any of them could have children of their own. As well, it was before any of them knew about sexuality, lust, or sex.

He noticed that her hand was up at her right breast, touching her nipple and wiggling it around a bit. He felt his cock pushing at his jeans, trying to get free. She began caressing herself a little more, looked down at her jeans and then stopped.

"You know, it's alright. We all do it, and it's totally natural. Here, I'll do it too. I've been meaning to ever since I spotted this cute brunette earlier."

Kevin stood up, dropped his pants, then sat right back down. Laura let her mouth fall open at the sight of his prick. Although only average at seven inches, she'd never seen a real one. She also noticed that there was a little blob of something on the tip.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the tip, and then blushing as she realized what she'd just done. "I meant...sorry, I didn't mean to look."

Kevin just laughed.

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize. That's just a little pre-cum, from thinking too much and not doing anything about it."

Laura smiled awkwardly and laughed...sort of. It was more like a sound you'd expect from a sick animal. She wasn't very good at hiding nervousness.

When Kevin began jerking off slowly, Laura felt strangely turned on. She could feel growing warmth between her legs, and in her stomach. It was hard to imagine that she could be turned on by her own brother. Instead, she blamed the movie. The man had just climbed onto the woman and was thrusting into her, grunting and saying her name. The sudden change must have turned her on.

Even so, she was still staring at Kevin's dick. Even as his hand slid up and down it, her hand was gliding down to her pants. Her zipper was down and her button undone, so her hand pushed her jeans along her legs. Her thumb slipped under each side of her underwear, pulling them down inch by inch. Her right hand continued to pleasure her breasts, while the other slithered between her thighs. Her index finger gently touched her clit and then slid down along her slit, each millimeter sending a bold of pleasure up her center. When it reached her opening, it dipped inside and back out. Her hand arched and pushed two fingers inside her, rubbing her nub with the ball. She closed her eyes and began stroking more and more fiercely.

"Oh god, I think I'm about to cum" Kevin announced, which caused another surge of excitement in Laura.

"Cum inside me" she begged, and then came to a crashing halt as she realized what she'd just said. "I didn't...I mean, I...I have to go."

With that, she pulled up her pants and ran to her room with her shirt, locking the door behind her.

"What the hell" Kevin said, and finished jerking off.

A few minutes later, Madison ran down the stairs and pretended to trip at the end, rolling along the floor and finishing in a ball on the floor. Kevin noticed that she was wearing her famous combination; a pair of black sweatpants and a navy blue polo.

She stuck her hands out at random angles. "Tada!" she said with a smile, looking up at him.

"Hey sis, what's up?" Kevin asked, smiling.

"Oh, you know, blah, blah, and more blah. How 'bout you? And please come up with some reason there's porn on the TV"

Kevin laughed. He hadn't remembered that the porn was on until now. "I actually have a funny story; do you have a minute to listen?" Madison nodded. "When I got home, I found Laura masturbating down here and watching this, so I went down and...well I think I might have upset her. I know it's really wrong, but I kind of jerked off in front of her."

Madison laughed. "That's a good one."

After a moment, she realized he wasn't kidding. "Seriously? Doesn't that set off your weird-o-meter? I mean, doing it right in front of your own sister?"

Kevin considered the question quite seriously. "No, not really. I mean, we all do it, and we're all honest to each other about everything, so why would we be closed about that? If anything, it should be weird that we don't talk about it."

Madison nodded again. "Would you mind if I did it right now?" she asked, as if testing the waters. Kevin shrugged.

Madison sat down on the couch where Laura had been, and pulled her shirt off. Her tits were a bit bigger than Laura's, but just as firm. Neither of them had visible areolas, though they both had light pink nipples.

She brushed her red ponytails back over her shoulders and leaned right back onto the couch, then lifted her ass up and slit her pants and panties right off. She placed them on top of her shirt.

"I like to lay down while I do it, is that okay?" She asked as if it was a big deal, but Kevin didn't realize it was. He shook his head to indicate that he was fine with it. He only realized what she meant when she rolled to the side and laid along the couch. She was on her back and right side, her left leg straight up and her right leg straight towards the television, leaving Kevin with a perfect view of her pussy. It had an orange-red V of hair, and her swollen lips were almost pearl white. She began stroking her breast with her right hand in the same circling motion as Laura, and then her other hand started to move. As he watched in shock, she reached down and began rubbing her little clit.

"Do you mind if I...?" Kevin asked, indicating his pants. Madison just shook her head, her eyes closed already. She opened them to watch him pull out his dick, pleased to see it was a decent size. She rubbed harder as she stared at his cock. He was jacking it and glancing over at her, trying not to make it obvious that he was thinking about drilling her while doing it.

"Hey, I know this is a lot to ask, but would you do me a favor?" Kevin looked over at Madison, apparently stunned that she was talking. "I have a really hard time getting off with my fingers. Would you be willing to lick me? I'd owe you big." Kevin somehow looked even more stunned, but still nodded slowly. As if suddenly delivering the message to his conscious mind, he lowered his mouth to her. He licked up her slit, and then dipped his tongue inside her.

"A little higher, please" Madison asked.

Kevin immediately began sucking at her nub, and felt her shudder a little as he nibbled at her.

"Fuck, yeah, right there" came his sister's reply.

He decided to test his luck, so he reached up and placed his fingers on her juicy breast, tickling along the surface in that same spiral. She moaned, and gently pulled his head back.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked.

"It's a trick I've picked up" he said, laughing.

She smiled. "That deserves a real kiss, for congrats."

He felt like it was a strange request in the situation, but he went along with it. He gently climbed over her, his arms on either side with his body hoisted up above her. She took his head and back, and kissed him gently as he leaned down. His cock also lowered, slumping down onto her clit and sliding a bit farther down her pussy lips. She inhaled and kissed him more insistently, pulling him closer and causing his arms to buckle. Then, in one motion, his knees gave way and his rod was driven deep into his sister's cunt. She growled as she pushed his lips off hers. "How do I feel, Kev?"

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