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 Well, here's a story for you. I should warn you, that this  text
(of  course)  contains sexually explicit material and that it in-
volves incest and sex with minors, so just hit 'n' now if  you're
not that open-minded.
 I would like any kind  of  comments  on  this,  so  mail  me  at
[e-mail]  if you have something to say; if the response
is positive or zero, I might post chapter two when it's ready.  I
expect  from  flamers, that they at least have read a part of the
story! Well, here goes...


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 The Johnsons  Chapter 1 @END_FILE_ID.DIZ

          By Asger H|gsted

     The sun was slowly rising.  It was another one of those  hot
summer  mornings,  and the family living in the large two-storied
house was wakening.  Mr. Johnson woke up to the soft,  delightful
sound  of  birds  singing  outside.   He looked down at his wife.
Mrs. Johnsons dark hair framed her pretty face in the most lovely
manner,  and  he couldn't help noticing, that the covers had slid
down, exposing her firm, well shaped breasts.  His pulse sped  up
a little.  Feeling this, he wondered why she never ceased to have
that effect on him.
     He reached out and  gently  placed  his  palm  on  the  near
breast.   She moved slightly, as he slowly stroked her, and after
a short while, he could feel her nipple erect against  his  hand.
With  the other hand, he moved the covers, which covered her legs
and tummy, aside.  She was as usual not wearing panties,  and  he
fixed  his  gaze  at  the  welltrimmed  patch of dark hair in her
crotch, formed as a triangle with rounded corners, two long sides
and  one short.  He reached out with his other hand and placed it
on her pubic hairs.  He then began stroking  it  back  and  forth
with  tender  movements,  and  soon, his wife started breathing a
little heavier.  He moved his right hand from her left breast  to
the right to continue the massage.  He could feel his wife's body
tensing and intensified his rubbing of  her  now  wet  hole,  and
seconds later, she gave a moan and climaxed.
     Her eyes opened slowly, and she shook her head as  to  clear
her  thoughts.   Suddenly, her eyes widened as she felt his touch
and looked down her body to see his hands caressing  her  breasts
and  vagina.   Her angry, frightened stare was not was he had ex-
pected.
     "Will Johnson, WHAT are you doing?!  Get your hands  OFF  of
me!",  his wife exclaimed with panic in her voice.  As soon as he
had done this, she pulled the covers up to her shoulders.
     "Suzy, What's the matter with you?", he asked softly.
     "Me?  What's the matter  with  YOU?!   Violating  your  wife
while she's asleep!"
     "Violating?  Suzy, I'm your husband.  If I can't touch  you,
then  who can?  You were looking so beautiful in your sleep and I
wanted you to feel good.  Why is that wrong?"
     She could hear the hurt in his voice,  and  she  wished  she
could  take  her words back.  No matter, whether she was wrong or
right, she didn't want to hurt her husband.
     Will had always been good to her, ever  since  they  married
eight  years  ago.   She had honestly believed that he would have
stopped doing things to her, now she had turned 30, but  obvious-
ly,  he  hadn't.  She couldn't quite decide who was in the right,
but she felt wrong about it.  Still, it had been quite nice.  She
just felt as if she didn't own her own body.  He lowered his head
and muttered "I'm sorry, Suzy. Excuse me.."   He  stood,  dressed
quickly  and  left  the bedroom.  She wanted to call him back, to
tell him it was alright, but something held her  back.   She  lay
back and tried to relax.

     Meanwhile, downstairs, their daughter Anne was  also  awake.
But  she  had been awake for some time already.  She was lying in
her bed in the room she shared with her kid  brother,  Andy,  who
was  still  asleep.   As  usual,  he had kicked his covers off in
sleep, and she could tell he was cold,  tossing  and  turning  in
only  his  small  undies.  He stubbornly refused to wear pyjamas,
and Anne had a feeling that it was because of her;   her  brother
wouldn't  give  her  a  chance  to make fun of him.  She wouldn't
have, even if she had had the chance.  She  liked  him,  and  not
just because he was her brother.
     She was sixteen years old, turning seventeen next month, and
he  was  thirteen.   Kid brothers that age usually did everything
they could to irritate their older brothers  and  sisters.    But
Andy  wasn't   that   way;   he never made any trouble,  not even
when she had a date.  Not that she had that many.  Her father had
told  her many  times,  that  with her looks, she could pick just
about any guy she wanted;  Anne just didn't want  to  date.   She
didn't think she looked so stunning as her father said.
     Anne got up and stood before the mirror.  She  saw  a  young
girl  wearing  a white T-shirt look back at her.  Her blonde hair
was a little messy, but even so, it made her look quite pretty as
it  framed her beautiful face and flowed over her shoulders.  Her
big blue eyes and the cute little nose  fit  perfectly  with  her
soft,  sensuous  lips.   Her  legs  were not really long, but not
short either;  actually they were quite muscular, due to her  cy-
cling  to  school every day.  The school lay at a distance of ap-
proximately eight kilometres from the Johnson residence, and  her
parents  had wanted her to take the school bus, but Anne wouldn't
hear of that.  This way, she could exercise and keep fit, without
having  to  spend time on it after school.  Maybe the guys didn't
like her legs?  Because they were too muscular?
     She smiled at the thought of a guy fearing for his macho im-
age  because  his  girlfriend  had  more muscles than he did.  Or
maybe she didn't date so much for fear  of  exposing  herself  to
others?  She heard a noise and looked in the mirror.  Her brother
was waking up.  He got up on  his  elbows  and  yawned  silently.
Without  turning,  she  asked:   "Andy,  what  do you think of my
legs?"
     He turned to look at her, his eyes wide.  "What?", he  stut-
tered.
     "I want a man's opinion. Do you think they  are  too  muscu-
lar?"
     "N..no sis, I think you have nice legs."
     She turned to him and smiled.  "And you're  not  just  being
loyal  to your sister?  You really mean it?", she said as she sat
down on his bed.
     He nodded without a word, looking in his sisters eyes.   His
teeth  clacked  a  little  bit,  and she reached out and held him
close.  "Oh Andy, you're freezing!  You really should be sleeping
with a pyjamas, you know".  She gave him a hug, then let go.
     She smiled to him.  She looked at him.  Andy was built quite
strong for a boy his age.  He was slim and almost as tall as her;
his hair was dark brown with eyes the same color.   She  regarded
him  for  a moment.  Her brother was actually quite handsome, and
she mused that he was the type she was looking for;  strong,  yet
sensitive.    But   he  was three, almost four years younger, and
she hadn't found anyone her own age with just a  slight  hint  of
those  qualities.    They were always hanging out together, being
"cool", or they were too shy to even talk to her.  She  had  felt
eyes   on  her,   though,  but that wasn't the same as talking to
someone, to tell that someone that you loved him (or that he  was
a   nerd   who  might  as  well take a hike).  Anyway, she didn't
understand that anyone would be looking at her.  There were  many
other  girls  in the class, much prettier than her.
     He could feel the heat from her body, as she  sat  close  to
him.  He wondered why she was asking him such a strange question.
Or maybe she wasn't teasing?   He had always thought  that  girls
knew  how beautiful they were, especially his sister.  She always
seemed so steady, resting in herself, feeling confident  but  not
cocky.  In fact, he admired his sister.  And to be honest, he was
a little bit in love with her.  She was the most  beautiful  girl
he  had  ever  seen.  And she was also the first girl he ever saw
naked.
     That happened about two years ago, and it still stood  clear
in  his  memory.   He  doubted that he could ever forget entering
their room, finding her stark naked, changing clothes.  She  just
smiled  to  him  and continued to pull her panties down, exposing
her sex to him.  His heart had beat like wild, and he had  almost
fainted  on  the spot.  Embarrassed and blushing, he had left the
room quickly.
     She followed her brothers gaze, noticing his  examining  her
body.   Suddenly,  she  felt like doing something wild.  She took
his hand and placed it on her left, tanned thigh, saying: "If you
like,  you ought to like to touch it too, eh, Andy?   Do you like
your sisters legs?"
     Andy thought the whole world had gone crazy.  His  head  was
spinning, his breathing heavy, he was freezing, and there was his
sister, asking him if he liked her legs!  Boy did he  like  them!
But he couldn't tell her that, not his sister.  He felt his heart
pounding as she pressed his hand against her smooth,  soft  skin.
Her  legs  were  very  nicely shaped, and the light brown tan she
sported, only served  to  enhance  her  breathtaking  looks.   He
couldn't  believe  he was doing this.  Her thigh felt so soft and
warm against his fingers, it felt even better than  he  had  ever
imagined,  and  he  couldn't help slowly moving his hand back and
forth a little, caressing a small part of her  thigh.   Suddenly,
he felt so embarrassed of touching a girl, and he pulled his hand
away like if he had burnt his fingers.
     She smiled and said:  "Don't be shy, it  wont  hurt  you  to
touch me."  She looked down his body, noticing his enormous erec-
tion.
     "I can tell that you liked it", she said in  a  warm  voice.
She  leaned  over  and  sucked one of his nipples into her mouth,
flitting it with her tongue.
     He gasped.
     She stopped and looked him  in  the  eyes.   With  a  hoarse
voice,  she started commanding him "Come on now, Andy.  Pull your
pants down.  I won't hurt you;  pull them down,  slow  and  easy,
yes, that's it.  Good boy."
     Andy trembled as he slowly obeyed his sister,  pulling  down
his  tight  undies.   It caused some trouble because of his erec-
tion; it was enormous.  In fact, it had only gone stiff one  time
earlier,  when  he saw his sister naked.  He wondered why.  Maybe
he was sick.  Of course!  And  Anne  wanted  to  cure  him.   She
smiled to him again, making him feel less uncomfortable.
     She devoured his rigid member with her eyes.  She had  never
seen  such an erection before;  the only time she had ever gotten
this far with a boy, it  had  just  been  swaying  around,  quite
soft-looking.   But  her brothers penis was as hard as stone, and
it seemed huge compared to his young body;  she figured it to  be
about nine inches long.
     He hadn't grown hairs around it yet,  and  the  skin  partly
covering  the glans was so tender and clean that he couldn't pos-
sibly have masturbated ever before.  She reached out and got hold
of it with her slender hand.
     He gasped for air at the touch,  and  he  thought  he  could
scream as she began to move her hand gently up and down.
     "Don't worry, Andy;  it's gonna be alright.  Just relax  and
I'll  take  good care of you,"  she said in a low, soft voice, as
she continued to stroke his big, hard prick.
     "Oh, sis", he gasped, "what are you doing?"
     "I'm just making you feel good, Andy.  Let me try something.
This  won't  hurt  a  bit."  Without further notice, she suddenly
bent over him and slipped his throbbing cock into her warm mouth.
     "Aauwh!", he  exclaimed, then he stuttered "Boy, that  feels
*real* good, sis!"
     "Mmhm", she said, sucking his rock hard  dick,  letting  her
tongue swirl around his glans.  She let her hand play gently with
his hard balls.
     He moaned as his sister pushed his cock as  deep  in  as  it
could  go,  sucking on it, licking it.  Her mouth was so warm, so
wet, so tender against his sensitive glans, and her  tongue  made
him  feel  so  good,  that he had nothing to compare this feeling
with. He felt strange, having his own sister doing this  to  him,
for  some reason, but for every second passed by, he became posi-
tive that he wouldn't want her to ever stop.
     She began pumping her head up and  down,  making  his  prick
slide  quickly  back  and  forth between her soft, wet lips.  Her
caress made him whimper, and his breathing was rather heavy.
     Anne could feel that her panties were getting damp, and  she
shifted  her  hips  so  she  could rub her crotch against the bed
while she sucked off her brother, who was lying on his back, legs
spread.   She  had  felt strange about this first, but now, every
doubt was wiped clean from her mind.  She wanted to do this,  and
she  was  enjoying  it  almost as much as he was.  She pulled her
head back, sucking only his dick-head, letting her wet lips slow-
ly slide over it,  kissing it.
     "*Please* don't stop, Anne!"  His voice was almost  begging,
and he moaned as she mercifully slid her mouth over his hard cock
again.
     She took his hands and placed them on her head  while  still
sucking  him.  He caught on to her intentions, and softly applied
pressure, moving her head down, his prick sliding into her again.
     "Oh yes, sis!  Oh yeah! It's so good!  You're so warm!"
     She rubbed her crotch a little faster against the sheets, on
which a large damp spot was quickly appearing.
     He moved her head faster; with a tight grip in her hair,  he
enforced a quick tempo to her sucking, fucking her mouth.
     She felt his hard, now wet cock pumping in  her  mouth,  and
she  tried  to get a lick thrown in whenever possible.  She could
feel her tits juggle as he moved her up and   down,  her  nipples
pressing into the bed on the down strokes.
     His hips began moving frantic, smashing  his  dick  as  deep
into  her  mouth  as  he could.  Then he started thrashing as she
lightly squeezed  his  testicles,  making  his  sperm  shoot  out
through  his  glans  and  into  his sisters mouth and throat.  He
screamed as he came, sending long, wild spurts of semen into her.
     She sucked to the best of  her  ability,  relishing  in  her
brothers  sticky  jism.   She  was  surprised to feel how good it
tasted, and she drank it eagerly.  She then lifted her head, let-
ting  go of his prick.  His throbbing cock spurted big white gobs
of come onto all of her face.  She rubbed his prick  against  her
face  as  the last drops oozed out, kissing it and taking it into
her mouth again for one last time.
     She felt a bit uncomfortable, shifting  her  hips  back  and
forth in frustration.  Then she smiled at him, as he looked up at
her, his eyes filled with awe and gratitude.
     "Gee-wiz! I've never felt so good before.  How  did  you  do
that, sis?"
     "I just sucked your cock, Andy.  That's the least  a  sister
can do. It was great, huh?"
     "Was it ever!  Did it feel good for you too?"
     "Not quite as good as you must have felt,  no.   But  that's
alright, Andy. This was my treat."
     "But can I do something like this to you?  Seems I  owe  you
one."
     "With this, things don't work that way.   But  if  you  mean
it.."
     "I'll do anything for you, sis!"
     "Then maybe it's time you saw my pussy", she  said,  licking
his come off her lips.  "You taste good, you know that?"
     "Do I really?"
     "Yes", she muttered as she leaned over him and  kissed  him,
sliding her tongue into his mouth.
     The taste he experienced was totally different from anything
else he had ever tasted.  By intuition, he decided the salty fla-
vour to be coming from himself, mixed with a  soft,  sweet  taste
that had be his sister. He sucked on her tongue as she licked his
teeth and teased his tongue.
     Then she broke the kiss and looked him in the  eyes  as  she
said:  "Lift my shirt up, Andy."
     He looked at his sister on her knees before him in his  bed.
She  looked  even  prettier  than he remembered her to be, and he
felt her beautiful, blue eyes drawing him closer.  He got on  his
knees  before  her  and very slowly lifted up her shirt.  She in-
stinctively spread her legs as he lifted her shirt, while sliding
her skimpy panties down.  She held her shirt up, watching him.
     His gaze was fixed to her crotch  as  he  asked:   "Is  that
your..pussy?".
     She  answered  with  a  whisper  :  "Yes,  Andy,  that's  my
pussy.   Like  it?  "  He stared at his sisters perfect triangle,
made of short, curly, soft-looking golden hair, proving her to be
a real blonde.
     His voice was filled with awe as  he  muttered:   "Oh   yes,
sis. It's so *beautiful*!"
     "Andy, will you do something for me then?", she asked, slow-
ly moving so she could lie on her back, removing her panties.
     "I'll do anything you want  me  to,  sis.  *Anything*!"  She
gracefully parted her shapely legs, exposing her sex to him.
     "Then lick me.  Here.", she said, rubbing  her  pubic  hair.
Without  a  word, he laid himself down between her parted, sweat-
covered thighs.  He began to carefully lick up and down  her  wet
cunt lips, making her shudder.
     "Is something wrong?", suddenly  frightened.
     "No.  Please don't stop!"
     Relieved, he again let his tongue play along her  wet  lips.
Then  he pushed it in between, parting them.  Her fingers reached
down and held them there.
     She felt so perverted, letting her brother lick her  between
the  legs,  but most of all, she liked it more than anything else
she had ever encountered.  Her breathing was heavy as he began to
lick around her hole.
     She tasted wonderful here, even better than her mouth  tast-
ed.   Andy examined his sisters pretty, pink pussy as he ate her.
Her interiors were exquisitely designed, soft, wet  walls  placed
tight  together.   Andy  felt  his cock grow again as he imagined
what it would be like to stick it in here.
     "Awww", he groaned as his prick drilled  its  way  into  the
rough  sheet.
     "Andy.  Are you okay?", his sister gasped.
     "It's just my.."  His voice trailed off.
     "Is your cock hurting, Andy?"
     "Yes",  he muttered as he began to lick her again.
     "Then get up", she said, lifting his head from her wet pussy
with the last of her willpower.  "On your knees, that's it."  She
grabbed his already rock hard cock and masturbated him quickly.
     He gasped, as his sister stroked him whilst rubbing her wet,
girlish slit.
     "Ok, you're ready now, Andy. Fuck me!"
     He looked at her with glazed eyes.
     "Come on now, Andy.  Fuck me, now!  Come into me!"
     He looked down as he began pressing his hard  prick  against
his  sisters  cunt  lips.  Suddenly, he was inside her. "Ohhhh!",
his sister yelled.
     "Are you ok, Anne?", he asked with cracking voice.  His sis-
ter  didn't  answer,  she  just lay there, shaking.  He saw blood
running out of her cunt and down his cock.   Terrified,  he  said
"I'm  hurting you, I'm pulling it out!"
     "NOO!", she cried.  "Don't take it out,  please!   Fuck  me,
Andy.  Won't you please fuck me!  Do it to me now!"
     He began slowly pumping his cock into her, carefully sliding
it in.
     "Faster!", she moaned.
     He obeyed and started fucking his sister in a faster  tempo.
The  blood  coming  from  her cunt made it easier for him to fuck
her, and his prick swelled even more.
     She began tossing her head wildly from side to side  as  the
wonderful feeling in her pussy only grew and grew.  She had never
been really horny before, but she was sure she was making  up  to
it now.
     Her pussy convulsed as she let her juices gush out.  He felt
her cunt squeeze his cock in a tight grip, and she screamed loud.
     "Fuck me harder, Andy. Harder!", she pleaded.
     As he did this, his sister lifted her shirt even higher, ex-
posing her gorgeous breast.
     "These..are my...tits, Andy", she stuttered while her broth-
er fucked her pussy.  "Do you..arrhh..like...them?"
     "Oh yeah, sis! Oh yeah!", he moaned, devouring  his  sisters
big tits with his widely opened eyes.
     "Suck them, Andy.  Suck them!"
     He bent over her, still pumping her cunt,  and  took  a  tit
into  his  mouth.   They  were big, soft and well shaped, and her
large pink areolae invited his kiss.  The nipples erected in  his
mouth  as  he  sucked them off in turn, his sister moaning loudly
under him.
     "Stop, Andy. Pull it out.  It's  too  dangerous",  she  said
suddenly.
     Reluctantly, he pulled his hard, blood-gorged prick  out  of
his sisters wet pussy.
     "Come on, don't be mad.  Stick it in my  mouth  again",  she
said.
     He did as asked, and soon, he was  lying  crotch-to-face  on
his sister, fucking her warm, wet mouth as fast as he could.  She
sucked on his wet cock, licking hard at it with her  tongue.  She
could  taste her own blood and the juices from her crotch, blend-
ing into a sweet flavour.
     "AUUGGH!", he screamed as he began sperming into his sisters
mouth  for the second time.  His jism shot into her mouth in long
shots, and she lovingly sucked her brothers spurting prick as his
sticky,  white  come overflowed her mouth. They both fell back on
the bed, totally relaxed; the only sounds audible being the  soft
sound  of  Anne  stroking  her  brothers  hair, and their hurried
breathing.

          (not the end)
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