Big Brother Joins In

Note : This story is completely fictional!

When my mom died last year, things got tough for the whole family. My little sister had to drop out of the private high school she was attending, as Dad could no longer afford the tuition. To help out, I offered to cancel my acceptance at a major university, where I was to begin that fall, but neither Dad nor Camille would consider that option. They were both willing to make sacrifices just so I could finish my education. I was a fortunate guy to have a family like that.

I left Camille and Dad at home, and headed east that September. School was tough. As a theoretical physics major, I was forced to keep my nose in the books all year, or fall behind. It was just as well. My social life was non-existent, and I had long been very shy around girls. My difficult academic load simply ensured that I would remain a virgin my entire freshman year. I was glad when summer vacation finally arrived, and I could return home to my sister and dad.

Back home, things had changed – in some ways I could easily name, and others I could not. Dad was much happier, which was cool. But the one thing that really got me was my 18-year old sister. She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She was happy at her new high school, and it obviously agreed with her. Dad confided in me that Camille was not only doing better in school than ever, but she had taken over the house as well, doing a majority of the cooking and management. Camille had always been a “daddy’s girl,” and she and dad were naturally close. Now it seemed they were closer than ever. I was just about to find out how close they really were.

I should have figured it out myself. For example, what were all of Camille’s toiletries and stuff doing in Dad’s bathroom, instead of her own? Or the time, on the day I came home, when I saw her moving some of her clothes from Dad’s bedroom. Her own bedroom was dusty, as if Camille hadn’t been there in quiet some time. It was all strange, but I didn’t put two and two together until the night I caught them in bed together.

On that night, I had already been home three days, and without all the math and science that had kept my mind occupied all school year, my attention turned to sex (natural for a 19 year old virgin!). My adorable sister was not helping matters. Seeing her slim figure dressed in short skirts or cut-offs with little halter-tops was giving me a constant erection. On my first night home, I masturbated dreaming about having sex with my own sister. By the third night, it was already a ritual.

With my right hand stroking my hard, aching cock, I reached the part in my fantasy where my sister lets me take off her panties so I could kiss her sweet little pink pussy. Just as I mentally pushed my tongue into her wet slit, I came all over my fingers.

Suddenly there was a light tap at my door. I quickly pulled the sheet over my naked body so no one would catch me in that embarrassing position, and pretended to sleep. I heard the door open, and Camille quietly called my name. I didn’t answer, mortified that all my incestuous perversions would be discovered. To my relief, my sister closed the door. After that, I couldn’t sleep. I mentally berated myself for lusting after my little sister, and invented elaborate plans to get myself laid. I was obviously way too horny for my own good. That’s when I heard a muffled commotion coming from Dad’s bedroom.

I got up to investigate. I crept up to the door of his room, which was closed. Although I couldn’t see what was going on, I could sure hear: Dad and my sister were talking.

“But Daddy,” I made out Camille’s voice through the door, “I checked on him He’s sound asleep. We can fuck like animals, and he’d never hear a thing. You know how Steve sleeps.”

Then Dad’s voice said, “I know sweetie, but we can’t risk it. We can’t let anyone find out about us, not even Steve.”

“Daddy please... I’m so horny! I want to suck on your big cock. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Oh god baby girl... so much... so much. But if anyone finds out, it would ruin it all, and I’ll gladly go without for a few nights, so I can have you forever!”

My head was spinning around at about a million miles an hour. I couldn’t believe it! My sister and my dad were lovers! Incestuous lovers! That explained everything. I wanted to bust in and scream my outrage, but the feeling vanished immediately. After all, I myself wanted to fuck my sister more than anything, and I’ve always hated hypocrisy. But second, and more importantly, I saw how happy they were together. Any fool would know they were made for each other. I made up my mind to have a little talk with them in the morning.

At the breakfast table, I called a family meeting. My sister and Dad exchanged nervous glances. I told them flat out everything that I knew, and as I talked, their faces grew pale.

“But I want you two to know,” I said, “that I approve of your relationship, and my lips are totally sealed as far as anyone else is concerned.”

Dad, not looking 100% convinced said, “You’re not bothered by the incest thing... a man having sex with his own daughter?”

I shook my head, “Not at all. In my opinion the world spends far too much time trying to regulate and restrain love, the one emotion that should be encouraged. Besides, you guys do make a great couple.”

My sister threw her arms around me, and showered my face with kisses, “Oh Steve! You’re the best brother in the world!”

I looked in her beautiful blue eyes, moist with tears of joy. “No, it’s you two who are the best. I remember everything you’ve done for me, so I want you guys to be happy.”

Camille hugged me tightly, and then Dad came over and gave me a bear hug of his own.

“Thanks for not freaking out on us son.”

Later, when I was washing the breakfast dishes, I noticed I was alone. I couldn’t help but sneak up to Dad’s closed bedroom door, where from the other side came the passionate sounds of a father and his daughter making love.

Camille moved back into Dad’s room that night, and soon our new life together seemed routine. That included my frequent masturbation sessions, fantasizing about my sister. More than once, I risked standing outside Dad’s door at night, stroking my aching rod while he fucked Camille silly. Her moaning and groaning really got me off. If there were any negative emotion I felt about Dad and Camille’s affair, it was probably jealousy.

One night the three of us were watching television, and just kind of hanging out and talking, when my sister hit on a rather sensitive subject.

“So college boy, tell us about campus life. We wanna hear all about those wild frat parties crawling with hot young co-eds.”

I crossed my arms, a bit miffed. “I wouldn’t know about that stuff.”

“Come on,” she giggled, “I know you’re a book worm and all, but I heard your school is over-run with girls. Surely you must have met a few cool ones.”

“No I didn’t. The girls at my school go for the jock types. I might as well be invisible as far as they’re concerned.”

“Son,” Dad said in his best fatherly tone, “I think you’re being too hard on yourself. I’ll bet there’s plenty of cute babes who’d rather hang out with someone articulate and intelligent like you, rather than some stupid jock.”

“Daddy’s right Steve,” Camille said, “You’re way too good-looking for that attitude. The only thing holding you back is shyness, it sounds like to me anyway. If you had a bit more confidence, the babes would be lining up outside your door.”

The subject of my virginity was an extreme sore spot. I didn’t want to discuss it, so I asked them firmly and politely to drop it.