I’m reluctant to write this one. You’re not going to believe me. If I
tell you this one really happened yesterday, you’re going to all say
“right, this is the guy whose been sending stories every week to
Shylock and now he want’s us to believe this one is true!”
I swear, I’m still trembling from having years of incest fantasy turn
into reality. I am a single guy, living alone. I know I should have
been filing these stories on disk and hiding the disk. I know I should
have had password protection at least for the Shylock Folder. But I
didn’t.
My sister, whom I had in mind when I played many of these fantasies out
in my head and wrote the stories, does live in the same town. Many of
the stories did have some semblance of truth to them, except that I’d
never really had sex with my sister. Oh, we’d played doctor as little
kids and all, but that was it.
Anyway, she has a key to my place for emergencies, but it’s just hung
on her keyring for years without being used. Yesterday, I got home to
find a note on the cabinet that read she’d needed to use my computer
for some work she was doing for the PTA. “Hope you don’t mind” the note
read, “I used a few pieces of your printer paper and also drank one of
your beers.” I didn’t think too much about it until I turned on my
computer last night to check out the new Shylock letters. I always
clear the documents from Win95 each time I turn the computer off, but
last night I saw one named Why Just Fantasize as a wps doc. I brought
up my word processing and pulled the file down. My sister had typed a
hot letter to Whom It May Concern, that basically asked why I wrote the
stories about her but never followed through. I’m shaking now just as I
was last night when I read her letter.
I called her immediately and asked if she’d left something on the
computer for me. She said she really couldn’t talk, but that she had
stumbled onto my Shylock Folder, and being curious, had read some of
the stories. “I remember some of those things happening” she said. “But
I don’t remember us having sex.” She had to go because her husband was
coming in the house, but she told me that she was going to call in sick
the next day and she’d be at my place just as soon as her husband left
for work. I didn’t sleep at all last night!
At 8:36 AM this morning, my sister knocked on my door wearing nothing
but a long coat and shoes. I didn’t know that’s all she had on until
she walked in. As I shut the door behind her and turned around, she
dropped the coat to the floor and kicked off the shoes. I just stood
there trembling. For years I’ve jacked-off thinking about sex with my
younger sister, and there she was naked as a jaybird, nipples hard as
rocks and a body that was even better than I’d ever imagined. She’s a
blond, about 5′ 7″, big luscious titties that barely droop at all. I
was too stunned to move, so she walked over and untied my robe and
pulled it off me. She moved behind me and pulled my shorts down and off
my feet, running her hands up and down my legs and massaging my ass.
She stood behind me and put her arms around me to grab my cock which
was very hard by that time. With her boobs pushing against my back, she
used both hands to gently stroke my cock. She kissed my back and my
shoulders and talked to me about how she’d fantasized about sex with me
for years. She confessed that she’d had sex with both my younger
brothers when the three of them were in high school, but they’d all
stopped doing that with each other after they got married.