The Incest

Prologue:

"Come take a shower with me," she said, pouting and tugging at my wrist.

I sighed heavily and declined, "No, I can't."

She furrowed her brows, puzzled and slightly agitated, "Why?"

"Because you're not a baby anymore," I replied, avoiding eye contact with her.

"But I've seen you in the shower with that girl, and you didn't even know her! But I'm your sister. Please," she begged, her voice filled with desperation.

I couldn't bear to disappoint her, so I reluctantly agreed.

As soon as we stepped inside the shower room, she stripped off her clothes in a matter of seconds, leaving me completely taken aback. I couldn't believe she have a body like that. I took a deep breath and tried to avert my gaze from her body.

"Oh fuck! I didn't realize your body had changed so much," I blurted out, trying to regain my composure.

Without missing a beat, she turned to face me and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Your boobs are bigger now," I said, pointing to her chest.

She twisted her body and arched her back, showing off her behind, "And my ass is bigger too."

Then she turned around once more, placing her hand down in a gentle and innocent manner, and asked, "And there are a few hairs down here. Do you think it would be a good idea for me to shave it?"

I tried my best to hide my trembling, not wanting her to see what her words were doing to me. She was my younger sister, after all.

"Close your mouth," I barked, causing her to jump slightly. "You're still a little girl."

I wasn't sure if I was trying to remind myself or just frustrated because she was maturing way too quickly.

"Take off your clothes then," she demanded.

I raised my eyebrows, surprised by her request.

"Or else you will get drenched! Time to take a shower, don't forget!" she said, oblivious to the fact that my dick was in agony.

I tried to play it cool, "Oh no. I won't have any problems. Just turn around," I said, trying to hide my arousal.

She was nagging and pleading with me while she stomped her little feet. "Please please please," she said.

I grimaced and said, "Fine. However, do not look."

Indeed, my dick was a challenge! I was standing on my own two feet, and I had no idea why this was happening to me.

She exclaimed with a beaming smile while clapping her hands, "Yes, my brother is taking a shower with me. I'm the one he loves more than his girlfriend."

I couldn't believe what she was saying! What an immature little girl. Does she have feelings of jealousy toward my girlfriend?

She gave me an odd look before asking, "Right, brother?"

I nodded, "Yes? Sure—"

I sighed, but she spat her words into my face like flames of fire, ready to burn me, "Brother, do you want me to do to you— like a lollipop? I saw your girl doing that to you—"

When I closed my eyes, my tongue seemed to get tangled up in the roof of my mouth.

I hissed at her, completely losing my cool, "No, you are not allowed to touch my dick!"

She grabbed my hand out of nowhere and placed it on her breasts before asking me to touch her body if I would please.

Author's Note: P.s: No Real Incest/ They're not really siblings/No Child abuse/No Violence.

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Sherry.

"Baby, I have been missing you so much." My new boyfriend, Derek, came up to me and enveloped me in a bear hug when he first laid his eyes on me. It was an overwhelming embrace that felt more suffocating than comforting. I can't stand that guy and the way he acts; he’s just so sleazy and untrustworthy. He was just so flamboyant, and I couldn't stand that sort of man. I am fully aware that he was pursuing me for something that was hidden deep within the ugly, tangled lines of his brain. But it really didn't matter to me because I knew he had no chance whatsoever of winning my heart. Because there is only room in my heart for one special person, and no one has ever triumphed over my affections.

I playfully teased him and planted kisses on his cheeks as I said, "But I didn't," with a sly smirk on my face. He curved his lips into a playful pucker. "Oh baby, you always make me feel bad." I rolled my eyes, thinking, "So effing much! Really, so much!" He had a long, long way to go before he could ever be considered a real man in my eyes. But at least I can make use of him for the party we're throwing tonight, and then I'll kick his behind right out of my life.

I painted on a phony, cheerful grin. "Okay, and I want you to come with me to dinner tonight. My house will be the location of the party that we are throwing together." I joined my arms with his as we walked hand in hand out of the college campus and toward the parking lots where our vehicles were parked. It was a lovely day, and I tried to ignore the nagging feeling of unease in my gut.

He squinted his eyes and asked, "We?" The enormous question mark that superimposed itself on his face caused me to roar with laughter, unable to contain myself. I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, that is correct. That is Esteban at the business party hosted by my brother. However, I don't think he'll mind if I invite you along. I had the impression that you were eager to talk to him." Observing the various expressions that played across his face and the level of excitement he displayed, I raised one eyebrow in curiosity.

I swore to all the gods that the idiot jumped up and down with uncontained joy in his position. It was a recurring request of his that I introduce him to my sibling. Absolutely not for the sake of me or my needs. No, he did it because he, like every other ex-boyfriend I've had in my life, longed for any kind of relationship he could possibly have with my brother. In addition to being the most successful businessperson in the entire nation, he was also excessively powerful and influential. His image appeared in numerous articles published, including prestigious magazines like The Economist and Forbes, as well as on the advertising banners that lined the bustling streets. And to add insult to injury, he was even more well-known than the most famous movie stars in the entire world combined. He went by the name of Esteban and was the youngest and richest businessman in the entire multiverse.

But in my eyes, he constituted the entirety of my world. When our parents tragically passed away when I was only twelve years old, he was the one who raised me and looked out for me in every way imaginable. He was present all around me in every place I went. And I cherished the knowledge that he loved me so deeply, more than anything.

My feelings for him went well beyond the love that is traditionally shared between brothers and sisters. That was the part that hurt the most. But he was completely unaware of it, and I didn't feel comfortable telling him about my complicated emotions. I switched boyfriends once a week in a desperate effort to conceal those odd feelings I was struggling with.

I had developed a reputation among everyone as the shallow, drunk girl who enjoyed nothing more than having one-night stands. The truth is, however, that I have never permitted anyone to touch me in that way. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet, and that was a source of shame for me.

"Derek!" I yelled at the top of my lungs to shake myself out of my foggy daydream. While I was getting into my sleek red Porsche car, I couldn't help but steal glances at him.

"Yes, darling." He moved closer to my door and leaned against it, looking utterly charming.

"Tonight is far too important to run late. Simply dress in a tuxedo. I have faith in your abilities to impress. I want Esteban to like you." I gave him a knowing wink, hoping he understood the seriousness of the situation. After that, I hastily got into the car and did not bother to wait for him to respond. I had no doubt that he would show up, and everything that I had planned would go off without a hitch.

Every single one of Esteban's parties is typically ruined by me because I show up in a sexy dress and hang on the arm of one of my boyfriends. And because of that, Esteban was always so irate with me, and he eventually drove the unfortunate man out of the house in frustration.

An actual house? We do, however, inhabit a structure that is considerably larger than a palace. We have recently relocated here from our previous mansion to this one. Esteban came to the conclusion that we would require a larger one in order to host parties or private conferences to effectively conduct his business operations.

But I can't shake the feeling that something shady is about to take place tonight. Because of this, I made the decision to be more prepared than ever before this time.

I am going to look my absolute best today, so I have asked my hairdresser to set aside the entire beauty salon just for me and my needs. I wanted to look as fucking sexy as hell, and I didn't care who saw me.

I wanted him to focus solely on me or to be so captivated by my presence that he couldn't look away. It's impossible for me to deny that whenever I look at him, my eyes are drawn to his handsome features and muscular body. But what I really want is for him to see me as a woman who is desirable and worthy of his attention. Now, ten years have passed since the tragic passing of both of my parents. My age is twenty-two, and my age differential with him is thirty-two years, which feels like a significant gap. I'd say I'm pretty much the whole package. Because he was the only man in the country who didn't drool over my beauty, he became more and more enraged as time went on, which was fascinating to observe.

I am aware that Esteban exhibits an unhealthy level of possessiveness in relation to me. Simply put, he plays the role of the watchful older brother, always keeping an eye on me. But I want more intimate interaction with him.

Because of the way he caressed me as a lover would, and the way he kissed me as a man. I want him to fuck me so hard every day that he forgets about his other whores and focuses solely on me and my needs.

Although he never consorts with prostitutes, in my eyes, every woman who has ever been in his life is nothing more than a slut who lusted after my Esteban, his money, and his fame. Nobody else will ever feel the same way about him as I do, and it drives me mad.

I can't help but be obsessed with him, and the more I try to resist it, the more it consumes me.

Sherry.

I sped up my drive to the beauty salon, my heart racing with both excitement and anxiety. I parked quickly, glancing at the time on my dashboard as I dashed inside the moment the doors swung open. With the clock nearing five in the afternoon, I was acutely aware that I didn’t have much time. The festivities were scheduled to kick off at ten o'clock, and every minute counted. My goal was to get there as quickly as possible, but I also wanted to look perfect.

"Hello, my darling," Jack, my hairdresser, greeted me as I entered. His voice was warm and welcoming, instantly putting me at ease despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.

I blew him a kiss on the cheek, my voice laced with a playful yet mournful tone. "Hello, baby." It was a familiar exchange, one that felt comforting in the chaos of my emotions.

Jack’s brow furrowed as he looked at me, concern etched across his features. "What exactly is going on, my sweetheart? You seem to be in a terrible mood." His eyes searched mine, and I could tell he genuinely cared. Jack was not just my hairdresser; he was my closest friend, and his homosexuality made our bond even stronger. He was the only one privy to my deepest secrets, including the complicated feelings I harbored for my brother, Esteban.

I gestured for him to follow me into his private office, needing a space where we could talk without interruptions. As soon as we stepped inside, he shut the door behind us, ensuring our conversation remained private. He positioned his hands on my shoulders, a gesture of support that I desperately needed.

"Okay, now. I have a lot of concerns," he began, letting out a long sigh. His voice was serious, and I could sense that he was ready to help me navigate the turmoil in my heart.

I nodded, fighting back tears as I shared my worries. "It seems likely that Esteban will participate in some activity tonight. He announced out of the blue that he would be hosting a very important party at our palace, and he appeared to be very serious and authoritative about it. Even more concerning, he instructed me to show up beforehand." I felt the weight of my anxiety as I recounted the events.

Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully and took a seat in the chair across from me. "Okay, that is very strange. He would always request that you stay away from his gatherings, and on top of that, he would tell you to shut yourself up in your room." His voice rose slightly, sounding as though he was questioning himself more than informing me.

I slammed my butt against the chair, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Exactly!" I exclaimed without thinking, feeling the heat of my emotions rise. It was so unlike Esteban to invite me to one of his gatherings. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last.

Jack snapped his fingers, trying to regain focus. "Do not be concerned, young lady. Regardless of what he has in store for tonight, this plan will go down in flames, just like all of our previous ones. Have you extended an invitation to your new boyfriend as of yet?" he asked, his tone shifting to one of encouragement.

"Yeah, sure, I did. He has good looks, and I have no doubt that he will irritate Esteban to no end. However, I continue to be very concerned." I attempted to clear my throat, grappling with the knot of anxiety lodged there.

"Put it out of your mind for the time being. I am going to stand by your side. I will accompany you to the event tonight," Jack assured me. That declaration helped alleviate some of my concerns, and I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me.

I broke into a broad grin, the tension in my shoulders easing. "Honestly? Then let’s get started on our mission, shall we?" I couldn’t contain my glee as I stood up and pulled him toward me, clapping my hands together in excitement. Jack’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I felt a surge of energy as we prepared for the evening ahead.

As we exited his office and moved to the salon area, I couldn’t help but share more details. "I bought this stunning white sleeveless short dress that shows almost half of my boobs and my legs," I said, a hint of mischief in my voice. The dress was daring, and I knew it would turn heads. I always made sure to explain what I would be wearing, ensuring that Jack chose the most flattering hairstyle and makeup look for me. It was true what they said about gay people always knowing how to make someone look their best, and Jack was certainly one of the best in the business.

Once we reached the salon chairs, I sank into one, feeling the familiar comfort of the space surround me. Jack flitted around, gathering his tools and preparing for the transformation. "Okay, tell me everything!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable. "What’s the vibe for tonight? Are we going for sultry, glamorous, or a mix of both?"

I thought for a moment, weighing my options. "I want to look irresistible. Esteban needs to see me as a woman, not just his sister. I want to make an impression, especially with Derek there to stir things up."

Jack nodded, understanding my motivation. "Got it! We’ll make you the star of the evening." He began working his magic, styling my hair with precision while I shared more about my plans for the night. The salon filled with laughter as we discussed everything from dresses to potential interactions with Esteban and Derek.

As Jack expertly curled my hair, I could feel the tension in my body begin to melt away. His presence was soothing, and I cherished the bond we shared. He was more than just a hairdresser; he was my confidant, my partner in crime, and my friend.

"Are you sure about Derek?" Jack asked, his tone shifting slightly. "I mean, do you really think he can handle the intensity of your family?"

I hesitated, my thoughts drifting to Derek. He was charming and handsome, but would he really be able to navigate the complexities of my life? "I hope so. He seems confident, and I need someone who can stand up to Esteban. But I also worry about how Esteban will react."

Jack raised an eyebrow, finishing up the last curl. "Just remember, darling, you are stronger than you think. And I’ll be there to help you handle whatever comes our way."

Once he finished my hair, we moved on to makeup. Jack applied foundation with expert strokes, enhancing my natural features while making sure I looked radiant.

As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I felt a surge of excitement. The dress, the hair, the makeup—it all came together perfectly. "I look amazing!" I exclaimed, unable to suppress my joy.

"You look like a goddess! Esteban won’t know what hit him," Jack said with a wink.

With our mission well underway, I felt a rush of determination. Tonight was going to be a pivotal moment, and I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. I would show Esteban that I was not just his little sister; I was a woman in my own right, ready to carve out my own place in the world.

As we wrapped up, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the evening ahead. "Let’s do this, Jack. Together."

"Always, my dear. Now, let’s go make some magic happen!"