Archive-name: Family/relxchld.txt Archive-author: J.F.W. Archive-title: Relax Child You Will Learn This work may be morally offensive to some, as the subject matter is regarding incestual relationships. The title of this work is from Queensryche's song "Silent Lucidity." This story may be shared with others, but remember not to plagarize, sell, or steal!!! Comments are appreciated. I. I'm a really shy person. At fourteen, I guess most girls are shy. My time is spent in the basement den of my house, watching TV, reading books, masturbating and fantacizing about sex--like most fourteen-year olds do. The den has always been my private abode, free of everyone except for my eighteen-year old brother, Jesse, who's bedroom is right next to the den. My parents never come downstairs, and my brother and I like it that way. Jesse always seems to have a different girlfriend in his room. I listen to them having sex with curious amusement. He can look so sweet and innocent, but he shows no remorse when he moves on to the next girl. He always moves carefully, teasing his prey until it almost begs to be killed. When he finally takes her, he knows there will be no resistance. I hear her moan, and I slide my hand under my clothing, exploring the soft, hot flesh throbbing in the folds of my groin. I wonder what it would feel like to have him pumping into me, making me moan like she does. And when it's over, he walks out of the room and wipes his arm across his mouth as if he's finished his meal. He takes a piss in the bathroom with the door wide open, so I can see him. He does it on purpose to make me feel uncomfortable, the way big brothers love to do. Grabbing his penis with both hands, he spreads his legs, tightening his buttocks as he releases. He always looks over his shoulder, to check if I'm watching. Sometimes when he's going back to the room, he gives me a nasty grin and says, "You know that I was thinking of you." I try not to blush and tell him to fuck off, pretending to be really uninterested as I switch channels with the remote. I do get horny from the idea of him thinking about me when he's screwing another girl, though. Too bad he's my brother. At least it makes for good fantasy material. . . II. I've always teased my little sister Lara about sex, but now there's tension; everything has changed. It was the evening I caught her masturbating in the den, but she didn't see me. I just watched her as she slid the mineral water bottle in and out, breathing heavily and clutching the back of the couch with her other hand. It got me really hard. When she was finished and pulled up her shorts, I pretended to have just come out of my room. I thought she knew I caught her, but she didn't say anything. I went to the gym, because I was really tense about the whole situation. I took an extra long shower that night, jerking myself off so hard that I thought I was going to faint. I imagined it was me sliding that cold bottle in and out, making her orgasm for the first time. After I showered, I sat on the lazy boy in the den and watched TV for a while. Lara lay on the couch, left leg dangling off the side, thoughtlessly resting her right leg on the back. She didn't even realize that with her legs outspread like that, her pubic hair showed through her loose fitting shorts. My sister never wears underwear, and it drives me nuts. To see her naked flesh, her nipples rubbing against her cotton tank top. . . III. Jesse sits down on the chair like he usually does after working out. I'm watching TV, and I glance over at him. Then I see. I see what he is thinking. He doesn't realize I'm looking, so I open my legs a little farther and look directly at him. His head jerks up, eyes open wide. I laugh. Our eyes lock and his face flushes red. I gently move the edge of my shorts to the left, allowing him to stare in amazement. I can see the bulge growing in his sweatpants. My heart races, as I realize the implications of the taboo I've just broken. He swallows hard and stares, speechless. I purse my lips and raise my eyebrow inquisitively, "I dare you." Jessie looks surprised, and then he quickly recovers with that nasty smile. He moves over to me slowly, kneeling beside the couch. His eyes blaze a deep blue as he stares at me. Despite his attempt to act cool and detached, I know he's scared. I can see his lips trembling as he gently brushes his left hand over my shorts, exposing everything. He moves his face over my naked skin, and the heat of his breath sends a chill up my spine. He lifts his eyes as if looking for approval, hesitating. I think it's the first time I've ever seen him look insecure. "Are you sure?" he asks, blue eyes piercing mine. Seeing him look so unsure makes me want him more, and I begin to breathe harder. I can feel myself blushing, "I've never wanted to lose my virginity to anyone else." My muscles tense in anticipation. IV. Oh my God, what the fuck am I doing? I can't, I just can't. My heart was pounding as she said those last words. I could feel her tense up, and oh, that hot, sweet smell. It drove me over the edge, and I forced my tongue inside her. She gasped in surprise, and in a reflex, she pulled my face closer. She was so wet, so innocent, so sweet. I pulled her shorts off. Wrapping my arms tightly around her thighs, I buried my nose in her hot flesh, watching her sigh with every movement. I began to lick her slit slowly from bottom to top, teasing, gently sucking. We began to rock, Lara pushing herself closer every time. My groin was throbbing with every rasping breath she took. She kept repeating, "Oh, Jesse. . . oh, no." We moved faster, and I knew she wanted it. I looked up at her breasts, hard and erect. Her movements were instinctive as her hips rotated. "Jesse, fuck me," she whined. I kept licking her, from the bottom upwards, stopping each time to taste the throbbing bead at the top. She tried to pull away, but I jerked her cunt back and held her tight, straddling my face in the middle--then I gently put my mouth to her again. I licked her over and over as she moaned, begging for more. I stopped and began to suck her clit, teasing it with the soft pressure of my tongue. She dug her nails into my shoulders, involuntarily sitting upright. I stopped suddenly. She squirmed and pulled off her tank top as I pulled down my sweats. She spread her legs open and I held her knees down, restricting her movement. I just watched as she squirmed. She began to masturbate in frustration. She was grinding upwards, begging me to fuck her. Her breasts looked so hard and tense. I took my shirt off and climbed over her. Our lips locked hard, bodies hot, and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. We rocked in a heated embrace, ready for me to stick it deep inside. I plunged, my dick so hard and her so wet that it slid in easily. Lara gasped, her eyes wide. "Oh my god, Jesse!" I felt the grind, deeper, harder, again and again. Lara clung to me, letting out a muffled scream as she came. Watching her try to maintain control made me push harder, feeling my own involuntary contractions stiffen every muscle. I groaned in pain with a burst so hard that my temples pounded. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard. Then she kissed me gently on the cheek. She seemed so fragile in that moment, I was afraid I might hurt her. She clung to me and buried her head in my shoulder. She was crying softly, "I love you so much Jesse." Those words made my heart stop. I looked at her face streaked with tears. I desperately ran my hands across her long brown hair, the same color as mine, trying to console her,"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. . . Please, shhhhhh, it's o.k." I started crying, too. For the first time in my life, I knew I was in love. I realized that I couldn't use her like the others. My heart sank, knowing that I tore the virginity from a fourteen-year old girl, raping her. My little sister. I held her close, shaking with a mixture of fear and longing, "Oh Lara, what have I done? " worceste@plains.NoDak.edu --