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Author's Note: This is a story written more for the guys out there. I know I never give you guys what you really want - some really sexy horny cock-starved sisters with big tits. I just give you sweet and sexy guys with awesome dicks and a penchant for eating pussy, simply because that's what I like. Well, here is something for you, written from the perspective of a guy so you can enjoy it better.
I don't often write stuff FOR my audience because most of my stories are just my own fantasies written out, not ideas I specifically come up with to please other people, but this is something I actually do hope will please us all. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not engage in real life incest. I do not have any brothers and I was raised in a house full of women. That's probably why I have fantasies like this anyway. lol None of the scenes, characters, or settings have anything to do with my real life. Any realistic things described are the product of imagination and Google research.


The Other Side of Gemma - Part 1
By: SisterSeducto
Summary: A brother discovers his innocent sister's sexy and dominant alter ego.


It was a Friday afternoon and I was in my room playing video games when my younger sister got home from school. I heard her bedroom door close and I waited the usual 5 minutes before it began just as expected; the muffled sounds of her sobbing. My sister, Gemma, had been crying alone in her room for two weeks straight, and I didn't really know why. I'd assumed it had to do with her recent breakup.

She'd had a boyfriend, Casey, that she'd been with for 3 years. One night not too long ago, Casey had come over to see her. A few hours later he'd run out of the house like his life depended on it, and he hadn't looked back. After that night he just disappeared, not responding to her phone calls or text messages. My sister had been a zombie since. She went to school and she did her chores and homework, but she said nothing to me or the rest of the family, and she never smiled anymore.

I knew that breakups were hard, and she and Casey had been together a long time, but this seemed really excessive. I'd been through some breakups and they were hard, but I mostly held things intact. Mom just told me that girls were different and to let Gemma have her time, she would snap out of it eventually. Well, I tried but that particular day I decided to go do what I felt was my duty as her older brother, and try to help her out of this massive funk she was in.

I tossed down my game controller and pulled on a t-shirt since I had only been wearing shorts. I went to her room and knocked on her door.

“Gemma?” I called quietly, hand on the knob. If she didn't let me in, I was going in anyway.

“Go away,” she whimpered miserably.

“I can't do that. I'm worried about you. Tell me what's wrong?” I asked. “I just wanna help.”

She mumbled something incoherent.

I tried the knob. It wasn't locked, so I entered.

Gemma was lying on her bed, face down. It hit me once again how beautiful my sister's body was. She had long very dark glossy hair, a tiny waist, gorgeous round D-cup breasts (which she was currently lying on top of), and the most amazing pert little ass I had ever seen. At the moment it was on perfect display to me, as her white pleated miniskirt had ridden up a bit, affording me a generous view of the seat of her black lace panties and the sweet soft globes that were exposed to either side of it. My ex-girlfriend calls panties like this “cheeky pants” because they let about half your butt cheeks hang out.

'It should be a crime for high school girls to wear panties like that,' I thought, as I felt my cock stir and my balls tingle. I felt wrong looking at her this way. Not only was she my sister, but she had just turned 18 and was barely legal for any other guy my age. I was a 21-year-old college Senior, about to graduate in a month with a Psychology degree. I just lived at home with my family to save money, so I could work and pay tuition with my own money, instead of taking out massive loans like a lot of my friends. But the fact was, I was an adult, she was still a child. And I felt incredibly guilty every time I got turned on by her. Which was often, let me tell you. I didn't let her know, because I didn't want her to get creeped out or shy away from me. Out of the 4 kids in our family, we were the closest.

Besides, I was supposed to protect her from horny guys like me, right?

I closed the door behind myself and walked into the room, then I sat down on her bed, and though it killed me, gently pulled her skirt down over her round and inviting ass, for propriety's sake.

“You've been pretty down for two weeks now. I know it can't be just the breakup with Casey. Why don't you tell me what's really wrong?” I asked the sniffling, shaking female form before me.

“Can't tell you...Too ashamed....Never understand,” were the phrases I caught as she sobbed into her pillow.

“Of course you can tell me. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me think any less of you,”I assured her.

At that, she turned over. She looked like a vision, dark hair spread out on the pillow like shiny sable, ample tits heaving, barely contained in the tiny pink tank top she was wearing that showed just a hint of lace from her black bra right where her cleavage came together. Her big green eyes were full of tears but still glimmered alluringly when the light hit them. Her plump pink lips were parted, glistening, begging to be kissed. She was a walking wet dream.

What did she have to despair over? The world should be her oyster, right? The world itself turned for pretty girls like her, and she was not just pretty, she was bright, too. Hell, she could have anything she wanted! I was a guy, but I had a great life, too, since like my sister I was smart and considered to be very good looking. I'm 6'1 and I have light brown hair and blue-green eyes the ladies can't stop talking about. I'm not muscular but I am toned. I can get pretty much any girl I want, and I do. I'm definitely not sitting home on Friday nights crying like my sister. So what could be so wrong as to cause her to do this?

“Something....horrible...happened with Casey,” she confessed, darkly.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Then I got a horrible idea – did he do something to her? My fist began to clench on its own. “Did he do something to hurt you? Just say the word and I will curb stomp that little nerd! I can't believe this! He always did seem like a spineless little pussy -”

“No, it was me,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing. “It was me.”

“Well, what happened?” I asked, now totally stumped. My sister was very meek, always avoiding confrontation. She wouldn't hurt a fly, wouldn't cheat on anyone, and I doubt she would even start an argument with Casey. What could she possibly have done?

She took in a shaky breath and spoke. “Nick, have you ever felt that there were other sides to you?” she asked, eyes still closed. “Other parts of you buried down deep in your subconscious, just waiting to come out when the time is right?”

“Um....no,” I said, lost and now starting to get even more concerned.

My sister sighed, and turned over facing away from me.

“I knew you wouldn't understand,” she said in a small voice.

“No! No! I am trying to understand! Help me?!” I cried. “I need more information! What happened with Casey?!”

“I scared him away.”

“Huh?”

“I scared him. He's literally afraid of me. When he sees me in the hall at school, he goes white as a sheet, and then he runs the other way. Literally runs.”

I laughed. “What's so scary about you?” I asked.

“When I get....” she trailed off, shaking her head. “No, I can't, this is too embarrassing.”

“No, keep going. When you get what?” I prompted. I just had to know what was going on now. It must be something really weird. Casey was a bit of a pussy, yes, but this reaction he was having was extreme.

“When I get...um...horny,” she said, and sighed again from the embarrassment and her unwillingness to talk about this with me. “I change.”

“Into a vampire, ah ah ah!” I teased.

“Get out!” she cried, sitting up, eyes blazing, pointing at the door. “I knew you wouldn't take this seriously!”

“I am, I am! I'm sorry!” I yelped, holding up my hands in apology and surrender. “I'm sorry! I was just trying to lighten the mood!”

“Well, you can't. This is serious, Nick. I'm a freak. No one's ever going to love me!” she wailed, as she put her hands to her face and started to boo hoo in earnest.

“Don't say that! Come here,” I said, taking her in my arms and holding her. “Tell me what happens? What makes you think you're a freak? It can't be that bad.”

“It's soooo bad,” she said, woefully. But she pulled away from me, facing me on the bed as she began to tell me the story. “I never went very far with Casey until two weeks ago. I had let him touch my boobs a little before, and that felt good. But a couple weeks ago he touched me, you know, down there.”

All I could think was that Casey was a stronger man than I. If he was really dating a girl as hot as Gemma and not ramming it into her cunt and ass on a daily basis, he should be elevated to sainthood. But I kept that thought in, for obvious reasons. It was obvious that unlike most girls who looked like her, my sister was actually very innocent. She seemed almost completely uninterested in sex. I'd always thought she just never allowed me to see that side of herself, but I now knew that side hadn't existed at all until recently. Strange...

“We were making out here in my bed. When he touched me there it felt so good, and I started to feel like I was gonna, you know, go.”

“You mean cum?”

“Yeah, but I just can't call it that. It's so dirty.”

“Okay, whatever. So you were about to cum, and....”

“And that's when it happened.”

“What happened?”

“I changed. Something came over me. I felt this rush. I got extremely horny. I started saying and doing horrible things.”

“Like what?” I asked.

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, or rather, she crossed them under those magnificent breasts, making them sit up like an offering. I did my best not to look at them.

“I started swearing and pulling his hair and telling him to...to....you know....do you-know-what to me.”

“Fuck you?” I guessed.

She nodded solemnly.

“What's so bad about that?!” I cried. Sounded like a dream to me.

“I was completely out of control! I jumped on top of him and started grinding myself on him, demanding he do all these crazy dirty things to me and all the various holes in my body! And he was trying to calm me down, telling me to slow down, but I told him I wanted his...” she trailed off again, having turned red.

“Cock?” I said, knowing she was uncomfortable with these words. She was so innocent for her age. It was such a turn-on. It made me just want to be the one to corrupt her. To really see how dirty she could get with the right motivation, you know? But, I mean, that wouldn't be right for me to do, since I am her brother. It sucks, but it's true.

“Yes! Can you imagine me saying that?” she implored.

“No,” I shook my head. “No, I really can't.”

“He said to slow down, and he tried to talk sense into me saying it was my first time and he didn't want it to hurt, and we should have condoms, and probably some lube if we were gonna do even half the things I was talking about. Then he said he wanted to make love to me not fuck me. And I got so frustrated, and I...I-I slapped him and told him I wanted to fuck, NOW, and he'd better 'fuck me like a real man and stop acting like a whiny bitch!'” she finished. Then she cast her eyes downwards in shame.

I was shocked. I couldn't imagine my sister saying or doing these things. But it was seriously making my cock hard imagining it. It also took everything in me not to laugh. I thought it was so funny, and if I didn't know this was causing her so much pain I would have fallen off the bed laughing and clutching my stomach. But I somehow managed to hold it in.

“He panicked and ran. He never spoke to me again,” she finished. “After he left, I...I masturbated FURIOUSLY. With everything I could find. Until I passed out.”

She finished the story with a little squeak of embarrassment, then hung her head again.

I sat there looking at her in wide-eyed shock.

“Nick, there is some kind of sex monster, some kind of sex addict, lurking inside me. And when I get really horny she comes out, makes me lose myself...makes me do things. Not just what I did to Casey.”

“You mean there's more?” I gasped.

“Yes. Three days ago I did something else. Something I didn't find out about until today.”

“What?” I whispered.

“This other part of me took on a life of it's own,” she said, raising her eyes to mine in fear. “Now that it's come out once, I guess it can come out anytime it wants. It came out three nights ago. This other side of me, this other girl inside of me, she gave herself a name. Then she went and got a job. She calls herself Gem, and Gem went online and found an adult nightclub. Then she went there and signed me, or rather herself, up to work there.”

“Whaaaat?!” I cried.

“Oh yes. This is the place,” she said, reaching into her nightstand drawer and handing me a glossy card with a naked woman on it arched over the words “Kitty Kat Klub” and beneath that there was a phone number at the bottom, surrounded in flames and paw prints. “I found this in my purse this morning, so I went there on lunch hour just to make sure it's real. It is.”

“She signed you up to work at a strip club?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“Even worse. An escort service. The Kitty Kat Klub, it's a....a whorehouse Nick,” she said, shaking her head. “These girls at this club, they have sex for money. But I don't think Gem even wants the money, she just wants the sex. And since I'm not putting her in positions where she can get sex, she's found a place where she can get all the sex she wants. And she doesn't care if she makes me a whore in the process!”

I looked up from the card at my panicked little sister, and I knew I had to help her. Save her. From herself, or rather from this cock-starved whore inside of her.

“Don't worry, we will fix this,” I told her, squeezing her forearm supportively. “We will figure this out.”

“I don't want to lose my virginity at the Kitty Kat Klub!” she wailed. “Please help me, Nick? Help me stop her?!”

“I will, okay?”

“How?!” she moaned.

“Look, maybe it's best if you let me talk to her? I need to talk to this Gem, as she calls herself.”

“No! What are you, crazy? She will only try to hit on you!”

“I doubt that, I am your brother.”

“What if she doesn't care?” she asked, looking grossed out and fearful. “What if she attacks you like she did Casey?!”

“Gemma, I'm not a sissy teenage boy like Casey. I think I can defend myself against one horny girl, I do it all the time.”

Okay, that's a lie, I never defend myself against horny girls, rather I encourage them have their way with me. But if I WANTED to defend myself against them, I definitely could!

“Well....” she said, thinking it over with some level of remaining uncertainty.

“I have a theory, Gemma, on how to help you,” I told her. “But you have to trust me, and we have to start now. Mom and Dad are gone for the week and if we work hard we can fix this before they get back.”

“What's your theory?”

“We have to integrate your two personalities. One side of you is somewhat out of touch with your sexuality, and so your mind has somehow created this other side. This other side that's too...”

“Slutty?” she volunteered with disdain. She obviously was disgusted by Gem and her behavior.

“For lack of a better word, yes. If we can merge the two, you would be a normal girl, in terms of sexuality. You wouldn't be an 18-year-old virgin, but you wouldn't be a whore at the Kitty Kat Klub, either.”

“Okay, but how?”

“I have to talk to Gem first, get to know her, get to know her motivations. Find out if she knows about you and how her actions affect you. Then I will know what we need to do.”

“But it's dangerous, Nick, to let her out.”

“It's the only way. I am a professional,” I assured her. “I know what I am doing.”

“You haven't even graduated yet,” she scoffed.

“Hey, I am almost there! And I'm the best you're gonna get for free,” I joked.

“Funny.”

“You could go see a therapist, though. Tell some stranger about all of these things. Do you really wanna do that?” I asked, knowing full well she didn't.

“No! I can't! Look, I trust you, okay? Just...Just promise me you will control her? Promise me you won't let her out of the house? Promise me you won't let her go to that club? I can't let her keep embarrassing me like this. I can't let her cost me anything or anyone else important to me.”

“I promise, I will control her. I will not let her out of the house. Hell, I'll tie her up if I have to.”

“Okay, good,” she said, resigned. “Well, how do you suppose I should lure her out?”

“Um, isn't it obvious?” I asked, giving her a look. “Just masturbate.”

“Oh,” she said, and turned red again. “Well, leave the room and I will try.”

I shook my head at my sister's innocent views.

“I really don't think that's a good idea. If I'm not here, I won't see when you change. If I don't know she's here, how will I make sure she doesn't escape the house?”

“Oh. Right. Well, I can't mas- I can't touch myself with you in here. So what do we do?”

“You can. You can do it. I will just turn around. I won't be looking, I'll have nooo idea what you're doing.”

“You'll know exactly what I'm doing!” she cried.

“Okay, that's true. But I won't know how you're doing it. And I won't see it. Tell you what, I won't even pay attention. I'll just be sitting here thinking about sports,” I lied.

“Oh, okay,” she said, believing me.

The truth is, I wanted to help her, but I also wouldn't have minded being in the room when she did something so intently sexual. It would be the closest I could ever come to fucking her, after all. I was excited!

“Well, turn around,” she said, sounding like she was about to trudge to her doom rather than make herself feel really good.

I turned around and she laid down. I closed my eyes, trying to hone in on my senses of hearing and smell, since I couldn't see anything. I heard her pull off her panties, and I instantly got fully hard. I'd expected maybe she'd put her hand in her panties, but she apparently liked to take them completely off. I imagined what she must look like, laying there with her hand between her spread legs, caressing her clit with her fingertips. Growing wetter and wetter. Spreading her juices from her opening up to her clit to moisten it.

I was definitely going to have to jack off after this little adventure, that much was for certain.

I listened to the sound of her breathing. First it started off normal, but it quickly began to escalate as my baby sister began to truly masturbate completely believing that I was sitting at the foot of her bed oblivious and thinking about NFL stats, or something. I know what you're thinking, and it's not that she's stupid. Like I said, my sister is very bright. It's just that she's so out of touch with her own sexual thoughts and desires, she doesn't think very far into anyone else's.

The sexual energy in the room was rising. I smelled the sweet musky scent of her pussy juices waft past my nose. I was in heaven. My cock was so hard I was having trouble not touching it. I had to plant my hand firmly on the bed to resist. I listened as she got more and more excited and her breaths started to come out in little puffs. Then she abruptly stopped.

What was going on? Why was she stopping?

“Um, Nick...can you help me?” she asked, sweetly.

“With what?” I asked.

“With my pussy,” she said, and giggled most lustily. “I know you want to touch it. So why don't you? Why don't you come over here and slide your fingers deep into my pussy? It's so hot right now, Nick. My pussy, I mean. It's steaming hot and so wet. Wanna feel?”

I turned around and looked at her. She had her legs splayed out lewdly and a finger lazily pumping in and out of the prettiest little pink pussy I'd ever seen. Her eyes were set on me and filled with a hunger the likes of which I'd never seen.

The normally sweet features of my sister's face had drawn themselves into the face of a wanton slut. Her eyes were wider, her eyebrows drawn down, her lips twisted into a small smirk. Her whole expression was mischievous and her eyes were horny...so horny. Her pink tongue darted out and slowly caressed her plump lips, moistening them. I could only imagine her tongue swirling like that around the head of my cock.

“Gem,” I said. It wasn't a question. This was her. This was my sister's inner sex goddess. And she was finger-fucking herself in front of me.

She was amazing!

Why would she ever want to keep someone like this repressed?!

“I love the way you say my name,” she said, fucking herself faster and bit her bottom lip. “Say it again?”

I almost did, but then I remembered I was there to help Gemma, not get drawn into Gem's games.

“Listen, I'm just here to talk. Can we talk?” I asked.

“But you don't want to talk, Nick,” she said, pulling her finger out of her cunt. It was so wet. She sucked it off slowly, then sat up and leaned towards me, close. “You want to slam your hard cock into me over and over until I scream. Don't think I don't know. Gemma may choose not to see, but I love to feel your eyes on me. I love when your cock gets hard because of me. Do you know how difficult it was for me, being confined inside that goodie-two-shoes who wouldn't ever let me touch you? I was supposed to be satisfied with that limp-dick Casey. What a lame he was. He wasn't a real man, like you, Nick,” she said, looking me over and running her hand up and down my chest.

“Gem, I'm your brother,” I said, weakly.

“No, you're not. You're Gemma's brother. I am not her,” she said, firmly. “I am my own person.”

“But the person you are is ultimately just a part of Gemma. Meaning I am still your brother.”

She thought about this. The truth seemed to be dawning on her. Then she shrugged it off.

“I don't fucking care,” she whispered in my ear. Then she started kissing my neck. And let me tell you: it felt awesome. I really couldn't fully think when she was doing that, and as if that wasn't bad enough, her hand wandered down my chest, down my stomach, made its way to my crotch and began to lightly caress the raging hard-on I was now sporting.

“Ahhh, it's so big and hard. I want it so much. In my cunt, in my mouth, in my ass...” she purred.

I was reeling. She was winning. She wasn't scaring me like she'd done Casey, she was seducing me, and that was far worse because I had very little defense for that. I'd told Gemma that I was strong enough to handle her, and I couldn't let her down, and I realized in that moment that was exactly what I was doing. I was letting Gemma down. I grabbed Gem's hand and stopped her.

“How do you think Gemma will feel when she wakes up and finds out you were rubbing my cock?” I asked.

She laughed, then she shrugged. She didn't care. “Don't tell her,” she said, and crushed her lips against mine. Her lips were really soft and she wriggled her tongue into my mouth. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, as her tongue explored my mouth. She took my hand and put it on her tit, and that was when I lost all resolve. Her tit was so full and so firm, my hand just started working it, squeezing and kneading it.

“Yes,” she breathed into my mouth, as I went on to fondle the other breast. “I want you, you can't imagine how long I've wanted you. Since I was 12. Maybe younger. Please touch me. Take my shirt off.”

I obeyed mindlessly, pulling her tank top off of her. When I saw her tits in that bra, so round and soft, yet so firm and perky, my heart started racing. I knew that if I touched them, if my fingers touched that soft skin, I would be lost. I tried again to talk some sense into her.

“Gem, I know you have needs and Gemma keeps you from meeting them, but these things you are doing, they are not things normal girls do. Normal girls don't go sign up to be escorts, or scare their boyfriends to death. Working at a club like that would be dangerous for Gemma, and you. I understand why you did it. You've just been deprived too long, and you're desperate for relief. What if Gemma promised to give you some relief every day?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“What if she masturbated more?”

“Boring!”

“What if she got a new boyfriend - one that wasn't a loser - and started having sex with him?”

“Every day?” she asked.

“Every day.”

She thought about this. Then her face brightened with a new idea and she took my face in her hands. “What if she just let me have you?” she asked, mischievously. Then she licked my face! It was weird but I kinda liked it.

“Hm? What about that, Nick? What if you fuck me every day? I would like that. It would be such a thrill, I would never need to look elsewhere for fun. She would never even have to know...”

She pushed me back on the bed and hopped on top of me. She looked incredible from that angle, and I felt like I was in heaven as she positioned herself so that her steaming cunt was right over my hard cock.

“What about that, Nick?” she asked, and started to rub her tits and tweak her nipples. “Should I take the bra off?”

“Gem, please?” I begged, I was at her mercy. It was sad, really, how little resolve I had left. I was so weak! “Please stop this?”

“But I want you,” she said, leaning down to kiss me.

“But I love Gemma,” I said, right before her lips met mine.

Gem froze. She was shocked. Hell, I had shocked myself, too. I hadn't meant to say that, and I didn't know where it came from. But I had to admit to myself, it was true. I loved Gemma, and I couldn't betray her like this. Not when she'd confided in me, come to me for help.

Gem pulled back to look at me, hurt evident in her eyes. She let out a frustrated cry and slammed her fists down on either side of my head, causing me to jump.

“Why her?! She's boring! She's stupid! She's weak! She can't do the things I can do for you! She's a big fucking baby, I am a woman!” she screamed. Then all of a sudden her expression changed, like a light bulb just went off in her head. She put a finger to her lips, tapping it as she thought. “Wait a minute, you said before that I am a part of Gemma. So...if you love Gemma, then you must love me, too! You kinda have to.”

She grinned with pride at her own smarts, as I struggled to find a way to contradict her. I had nothing. The logic was pretty sound.

“So...” she said, biting her lip sexily and giving me an inviting look. “Love me?”

She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. Before I could protest, she had tossed it and I was looking at pure perfection. I had seen a lot of tits but never had I seen any as perfect as this.

“Oh Gemma,” I said, my hands gravitating towards her tits.

“Gem,” she corrected me.

It was then that my hands froze in midair as I started thinking. This was Gem, not Gemma. But then again, there was no real difference between Gemma and Gem. Gem was just the part of Gemma that Gemma couldn't accept. The part that wanted to be fucked all the time. More importantly, the part that wanted me. She suppressed it so much it became an alter ego.

If I could get Gemma to face her hidden desires for sex, and for me, Gem's personality would integrate with hers or disappear altogether. She would be “cured” so to speak.

As much as it killed me, I pulled my hands back from the glorious tits. Then I gently moved her off of me and handed her the tank top. She poked her bottom lip out, but she put the shirt back on.

“Gem, how can I get Gemma to face her sexual needs and desires?” I asked.

“I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make us one person. That's why you told her to let me out tonight,” she said, to my surprise. “Oh, I know everything she knows. But I keep myself hidden from her, because she can't accept that I exist. She has to be the good girl so that means I have to be the bad girl. I don't know why she makes these rules. Everyone needs sex, even Gemma the ice queen. Nobody can control who they love.”

“How do I get her to accept that?” I asked.

She thought on it. “Keep seeing me. Bring me out of her and fuck me over and over. Then tell her about it. All about it. Let her see that you accept me. Then, she will accept me, too.”

It sounded so simple, but I just couldn't imagine telling Gemma that I was having sex with her when she was vulnerable. I saw the rationale, but I doubted she would.

“I don't really think I can tell her that,” I said.

“Tell me what? Did Gem come out?” she asked, an innocent look coming over her face.

Gemma was back!

I swallowed hard. “Uhh. Uhh, yeah,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “We had a talk.”

“What did she say?” she asked.

“Not much,” I said. “Just that she's horny and you don't let her have any fun. You know....really, she's not all that bad...”

Gemma gasped and gawked at me wide-eyed. “She got to you!” she cried, pointing a finger at me in accusation. “Didn't she?! You're on her side now!”

“No! She did not! She - “

“What did you do to her? I mean, what did you do to me?!” she cried. She looked herself over and realized her bra was gone. She looked up at me like I was the worst traitor in the world, and it broke my heart. “Am I even still a virgin?”

“Of course you are!” I said, moving closer to her. “I didn't...No, it's not what you think! I am on your side, Gemma, I promise. Things just got crazy, that's all. She started taking her clothes off, and trying to - “

“Seduce you?”

“Yeah.”

She seemed to relax then. “Oh. Okay, yeah I know. We thought she might do that,” she said. “Thank God that's all it was.”

I was so relieved. I knew then I couldn't take Gem's advice. That was not the way. I felt guilty enough and all I really did was feel her up a little and take off her shirt. There had to be another way. The good news was that I was starting to get an idea of what to do.

“So did you figure out how to help me?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think I did.”

“Well?” she asked, excitedly. “You've seen what I'm dealing with here. Cure me, doc!”

“Okay, I think in order to cure you there is something we need to talk about,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, waiting willingly for me to start.

“Gemma,” I began, gently. “How come you never told me you have a crush on me?”

She gasped and scooted away from me. “Because I don't! That would be gross, Nick! Gross! You are my brother!”

“Yes, but Gem said - “

“Gem is a dirty slut! And a liar! Don't ever talk about her again! Get out! Get out get out get out!” she screamed.

Gemma had never yelled at me like that before and I was shocked. I realized that she really couldn't handle her feelings for me, and I was starting to majorly regret even bringing it up. I got up and left the room, thinking that she needed time to calm down and hoping that she wouldn't be mad at me forever.

I went back to my room and lay on my bed, thinking, hoping that Gemma would be okay. Yes, it was wrong that she wanted to do me, and some people would think it was gross, but I didn't think it was gross. I thought it was cute. I was flattered. And right or wrong, I would be more than willing to give her a good deep dicking anytime she wanted. The only problem was that she couldn't even accept that she wanted it, let alone tell me she did.

I didn't think feelings like the kind she had for me would just go away, but she was obviously content to leave them buried, even if she ended up working at the Kitty Kat Club. Was it really that bad in her mind? How could I get her to see that it wasn't that bad? As long as we didn't have any babies or anything, why couldn't we enjoy each other? We were two consenting adults. What was so wrong with it?

Needing to take my mind off of things for a bit, I picked up a book I'd been reading and picked up where I left off, letting my mind drift into the pages and away from my current situation. I had been reading for about an hour and it was getting on to dinner time. I was thinking about going to the kitchen and seeing what was in the fridge, when my door opened and Gemma walked in. I became worried, because I hadn't expected her to talk to me until at least tomorrow. She never cooled off this quickly when she was angry.

'Oh crap. Has she come to tell me off? Say that I'm a pervert?' I wondered, fearfully.

“Hey big brother,” she drawled, with a confidence and sultriness that let me know that this was definitely Gem.

I gasped and tossed the book, shooting up straight in my bed. “How did you get out?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Well,” she said, sitting down on the foot of my bed and crossing her legs. “I can find a way out whenever I really want to. But this time she sort of let me out on accident.”

“How?”

“She was thinking about what you said. You know, about having a crush on you. She never thinks about it if she can help it, but she kind of had to once you confronted her. And she was trying to figure out her feelings and what she really wanted from you. She realized it would make her happy if you just had sex with her once so she could know what it was like. She started to think of what it would be like to fuck you, and she got horny. Really horny. Horny enough to let me out. Now I'm here, and I think we should make the most of this time.”

I was amazed. Gemma was facing it. Maybe she didn't want to, but she was. After I'd told her she had a crush on me she'd let her mind entertain the idea of us being together and it had turned her on. This was progress.

“But we can't have sex, I can't do that to her,” I said.

“Oh please, Nick? Please? I want you to touch me,” she begged, her hands gravitating toward her breasts to fondle and squeeze them as her eyes never left mine. “I want you to take me. I've always looked up to you, compared every guy to you. I want you to be the one to make me a woman. I want your cock in me. I want you to take my cherry and fuck me deep in my pussy until you fill me with your cum. I want to feel it rushing into me, hot and thick. I need you to make me your slut. Please make me your slut? Please fuck me, spank me, and please me?”

By this point I was so hard I felt like I could explode with even just a single touch. I had never fantasized about my sister seriously, I never allowed myself to. But her words were painting a vivid picture of her as my total fuck toy. I desperately wanted that picture to become reality. I wanted to do all of the things she asked and more. I wanted to see her with her mouth on my cock, hear her scream my name as I thrust my cock as deep as possible into her sweet pussy. I wanted to grab her beautiful ass while I pounded into her again and again. I was losing all touch with reality, I was losing all sense of propriety, I couldn't even feel guilty anymore. How could I when I knew deep down she wanted this as much as I did? If not more?

“We don't have to go all the way,” she said, climbing toward me on all fours. “We could just play. Just let me touch you, Nick?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. If it was just touching how could it be bad? She would still be a virgin, I wouldn't be doing anything to hurt her. We both needed this.

Gemma lowered her body as she reached me and began to rub her tits and belly up my body, making sure to push herself against my hard cock as she came up between my legs. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them back to the bed as she began to hump her body against mine, slowly. Her pussy came to rest right over my dick and I could feel the heat of her cunt pouring over my erection as she humped down on me, rubbing her pussy against my dick.

“Oh God,” I sighed. I wanted to touch her, I wanted to grab and squeeze those big tits, I wanted to pull her shirt down so I could watch them jiggle with her movements. I wanted to grab her ass and smash her hips down against me and then just hump up against her until I came, but she was enjoying her illusion of control so I let her hold me down.

She dipped her head down to nip at my neck and run her tongue all the way up it to my ear. Then she kissed her way to my mouth and slid her tongue in, kissing me with a passion. She then started to really hump me, building up a rhythm and going faster and faster. She had nothing on under that skirt but those black panties and I could feel the moisture starting to dampen the thin material of our clothes between us. She started to make these sexy throaty moaning sounds and her body shuddered a little as she resumed riding on me. My mind was completely blown, I could think of nothing but the pleasure I felt as her hot little cunt rubbed all over my hard cock.

I could feel my orgasm building, coming closer and closer with each thrust of her hips, each little gasp of pleasure as she got herself off on me. I couldn't believe I had even lasted this long. This was better than any dream I had ever had about her and it was real.

“Oh fuck, Nick, I'm gonna cum on your cock!” she cried, and then she let out a scream and started to shake and shudder on top of me. I couldn't hold back any longer, it was totally instant, I erupted, gushing cum into my shorts as she convulsed on top of me, panting gasping and groaning her way through a massive orgasm. I came so much I couldn't believe it, and she suddenly collapsed on me, letting go of my wrists and sighing as she lay on my chest.

“Oh God, that was...that was...” I babbled.

“So good,” she finished for me with a sigh. “I can't wait to cum with you inside me. I won't let her keep us apart, Nick. Not now that I know you want me, too.”

I did want her, in fact I wanted her right that moment, I began to run my hands over her beautiful luscious body, savoring the feeling of her soft skin, running my hands over her round ass and squeezing it. She raised her head and kissed me, sucking and nipping at my bottom lip as I slid my hands down into her panties to squeeze her ass cheeks.

Suddenly she pulled back.

“Shit! I have to go. She is gaining control!” she cried, grabbing her head and looking frantic. “She is trying to push me back inside herself!”

“What?!” I cried. “I thought she wasn't strong enough?!”

“I think she suspects what I am doing! I can't let her find out what we did! If she gets shocked or angry enough she might find a way lock me away forever and then I'll never see you again! I have to go,” she said.

She scrambled off of me and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.

I immediately grabbed my cock and jerked it off to the memory of her soft sexy body writhing on top of me. Then I stroked it again thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her next. When I had cum several more times and my cock finally got soft, only then could I think clearly again.

I made up my mind then, knowing exactly what I would do. I would keep talking to Gemma about her feelings for me, and the more she thought about them the more she would accept them. Then, once she accepted that she wanted me, I was going to fuck her over and over again until she begged for it. Until she could never again deny to herself that she wanted me.

She would understand then that it didn't matter whether it was right or wrong, it was inevitable.

Then, I would never lose Gemma...or Gem.

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Well, what did you think? Did I fail at writing from a guy's perspective? Show me with ratings whether you approve and want me to continue or not. Methinks in the next installment our dear Nick just might figure out how to get a blow job...but will Gemma be aware of it? Find out in part 2!

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P.S. A lot of people PM me and say they are disappointed that I don't allow comments anymore. I don't mean to disappoint you guys I am just sick of reading my comments and seeing this:

Comment 1: Fuck you, you stupid asshole! You insulted my entire state If you were a REAL writer, you'd know that all your stories have to written to suit me and my sensitive pansy candy crying girly ass!

Comment 2: That was good but what you really should did is have her fuck er mom and git pregnat! And then had an all girl lesbian threesome with the baby infant girls! I came thinking about it!

Comment 3: She has a shaved pussy so I rated you negative! That shit is so stupid! And she wasn't even blonde! FAIL! Kill yourself! Stop writing!

Comment 4: I give your hard work an 8/10 on my pointless story rating scale because I think I'm the Roger Ebert of porn stories, even though I have none of my own stories and have no clue how to write one!

Comment 5: OMG Everything in this story happened to me, too! Plus I fucked my mom and my dog and my mom's dog and I'm a millionaire and I kidnap tons of children and fuck them too and they fell in love with me and I started my own whorehouse for them and whore them out and they thank me for it! I just fucked ten of them while I read this - while wearing a clown suit! I came so hard!

Okay sure these example comments are a bit exaggerated, yes, but c'mon, you know the comments around here are mostly like this.

I have no need to see that train wreck above.

So let's just keep doing it the way we're doing it - I post a story, you vote positively if you like it, if people seem to like it, I post more of it. No name calling, no pregnant dogs, no ratings that I didn't ask for nor do I care about, no suggestions for plotlines I'll never write anyway (because hello I'm not a dude with a lesbian fetish), and then we can all just keep being happy. lol And if you do have real feedback that does NOT look like the horrors above, you can just PM me and I'll be happy to reply! Deal? Deal!
2 comments

r51093Report

2014-04-05 09:49:10
Blah I'm sorry please stick to your regular stories they are alot better and honestly not all guys (like me) like girls with big brest honestly I like them small like B maybe a C but that's the cut off is C ( of course that is of my own fantasy and my own likes and dislikes take what u will of it) any ways keep on writing love your other story

Bigman7307Report

2014-01-17 01:17:50
I loved the story honestly, you did a great job getting most guys perspective. Don't let the negatives out weigh the positives.

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