Having It Her Way

A new story from the author of “Wolf” and “Family Ties” - - - Lordmerle

I welcome your comments, suggestions and criticisms. This story isn’t for everyone and is filled with wanton, nasty and forbidden sexual encounters and situations. If you are sensitive to incest, do not read this story. It isn’t for you.

Warning: Deviant sexual situations, incest, and other nasty things.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This is an original story. The characters are all figments of my filthy imagination and in no way relate to any living person. No underage sex is allowed in my works.


Chapter 1 Having It Her Way


Jimmy fell back into his bed totally exhausted. His last final exam was just an hour behind him. His first year of college was history. And it hadn’t been an easy ride.

Despondent would be the best word to describe how he felt, as he reached for a pillow, crunching and punching it into a ball before cramming it under his head. He wanted to quit school but found the thought of going out and getting a job to be even more depressing. “Besides,” he thought, “Mother would kill me.”

If not for a student loan and being able to live at home, he’d have never even considered finishing anything other than high school. And he now felt trapped in a life with few choices. On top of all that, his single mother was thinking about marrying her boss, Cliff, and that frustrated Jimmy even more.

When Jimmy was just five years old his dad walked out of the house one morning and was never seen again. His sister, Natalie, was four years old at the time. Even as long ago as that had been, he remembered it like it was just yesterday. The fight his mother and dad had the night before his leaving endlessly echoed in his memory, being permanently imprinted on his young, very impressionable mind. He remembered Natalie running into his small bedroom and jumping up next to him in the bed, tears running down her cheeks and fright in her eyes.

Jimmy had long since forgotten much about his dad and desperately wanted to forget about that night, but it lingered, clinging to his psyche. His mother absolutely refused to talk about it and that made it all the worse. The more he wanted to know the less she wanted to tell and the more he dwelled upon it.

The experience had left scars so deep in his character that Jimmy found it hard to make or keep close friends. He became a total introvert. Natalie, too, distanced herself from close relations but developed a deep love and affection for her older brother. The bond they had developed was about as strong as any two siblings could possibly be, without being sexually intimate. In fact, talking about sex in any form was and had always been mutually avoided.

But as any young man does, living in a house with two very attractive women, his sexual fantasies often included erotic visions of his mother and sister. Thousands of nights he had laid back in the darkness and quiet of his bedroom, eyes closed, a hand massaging and pulling at his heavy cock, thinking about them in all sorts of nasty fantasies.

Even though it was just now early evening, Jimmy lowered a hand to squeeze at his semi-rigid penis through the heavy fabric of his jeans, as the vision of a girl in his English 101 class came to mind. Her red hair, light, almost transparent, skin and green eyes were not nearly as sexually arousing as was the vision her tight little ass walking ahead of him down a long corridor. For nearly three months, he’d purposely walked far off course just to fix that delightful sight in his mind. The fact that he was actually stalking the girl never came into his head - - - at least not the big one.

Just as Jimmy reached for the zipper of his jeans to free his blood-gorged dick for a bit of playtime, Natalie opened his bedroom door. He jumped with a start.

“Sorry!” Natalie said, grimacing and quickly turning her head away from the sight of her brother’s tented jeans. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“No!” he exclaimed, as she was closing the door. “No! Come in! I just got home and felt totally wasted. I was going to take a nap but my mind is still too jumbled up from finals.”

“You sure?” his sister asked, her hand still on the doorknob. “It’s not important . . . just something you should know.”

“It’s okay. What’s up?” Jimmy motioned her over to the bed, pulling his knees up and turning on his side to lessen the exposure of his bulging crotch.

Natalie stepped inside, turned and slowly eased the door close. From visions of the ass of the hot little redhead at college to that of his sister’s tight bottom wasn’t much of a transition. If anything, Natalie’s firm, round little butt would be the envy of nearly every woman living on earth. The tight jeans she always wore looked like she’d been poured into them. Every body part was in perfect proportion, if there ever was such a thing.

As his sister turned back around, she noticed his eyes upon her and couldn’t help but smile to herself. Natalie had long been aware of her brother’s wandering, lusting eyes. She had often noticed him ogling her breasts and those of their mother. Some girls would have considered a brother doing such a thing as revolting, to say the least. But Natalie considered it an almost weird sort of obligation to her brother. She would have done anything for him, anything he wanted, no matter how disgusting or off-limits others might consider such an offer to be. All he had to do was ask or tell her what he wanted.

Natalie had never tried to hide her body from him, although she never overtly let him see her unclothed. But from the time she began developing breasts, she began to realize what he liked to see her in and she made every attempt to wear those clothes around the house. And that was the very thing she had done before coming to his bedroom.

Right before Jimmy came home from school, Natalie had spoken to their mother on the phone. As soon as she put the phone back in it’s cradle, she rushed off to her bedroom. In less than a minute, she had pulled off her blouse and unclasped her bra. She smiled seductively to herself at the sight of her naked upper torso in the mirror of her dressing table.

Before she made for her chest of drawers, Natalie cupped her firm, well-formed breasts and pulled gently at the areola. The pink, funnel-shaped inflamed ring had flushed at her touch, the nipples becoming dark pink buds. She so desperately wanted to feel her brother’s hands upon them and his mouth sucking and kissing gently at her warm flesh.

She then walked over and retrieved a thin white tube top out of a drawer. After pulling the tight top on, she quickly moved back to the mirror. What she saw made her smile lasciviously. The tight, thin material clung to her breasts like plastic cling wrap, and other than the low cut material between the breasts, it was almost like she was totally naked. This was something new. Jimmy had never seen her in this. It was something she wouldn’t dare wear around the house with their mother at home. But her mother’s telephone call had changed all of that.

“Mom called,” Natalie said, as she walked over to the edge of the bed.

“And?” Jimmy asked, his eyes finally finding hers, after gawking a little bit too long at Natalie’s new top.

Before Natalie answered, she pushed her knees into the edge of the bed and fell forward landing on her two outstretched hands. Her breasts bulged together not two feet from her brother’s face. She watched as his eyes lowered to take in the view of her exposed cleavage. Once again she smiled, before rolling onto her side.

“And?” Jimmy reiterated, with a lustful smile of his own.

“She’s staying over at Cliff’s tonight because they’re going to be out late,” Natalie informed him with a smirk. “Guess it’s just you and me, brother.”

Jimmy couldn’t help but take up his sister’s playful teasing. “Whatever will we do?”

Natalie giggled like a little girl and rolled onto her back, arching her back, pushing her breasts up and making like she was trying to settle down comfortably in his bed. Again Jimmy’s eyes went straight back to her youthful tits.

He had to shake his head to clear the indecent, incestuous thoughts sweeping through it. “Cliff, huh?”

Natalie was immediately frustrated at her brother’s change of direction. She spewed out a breath more from sexual anxiety than anything else. Jimmy heard her reaction and mistakenly had thought it referred to the mention of the man their mother would soon be marrying.

He flopped back down on his back, staring at the ceiling with what once had been a semi-rigid piece of meat in his pants and that was now an almost fully-grown beast, straining and throbbing mightily against his jeans.

“You know he’s weird,” Natalie matter of factly said.

“Well no shit,” he replied, “like we haven’t talked about that fact a million times.”

“No,” she began, turning her head to the side and looking at her brother. “I mean he really is different.”

“What do you mean?” Jimmy asked, turning his head to face his sister. “You find something out?”

Natalie nodded her head but with little expression. “Yeah.”

Cliff was indeed a different kind of guy. First, though, was the fact he was their mother’s boss. But he had always been very good to Rachel, their mom. Jimmy figured the man paid her nearly twice what other secretary’s in town made. Plus, she always got hefty bonuses right before Christmas.

But the man was at least ten years older than their mom, who had just turned thirty-eight but looked at least ten years younger. Even though she had gone through many arduous years raising two kids on her own, cooking, cleaning house and the thousand other things a mother does, Rachel was able to maintain youthful exuberance throughout the whole of it. The dark-haired, dark-eyed woman was a true beauty. Her large, doe-like eyes were dark pools of joy but with a heaping helping of sensuous sexiness about them. And Natalie was a carbon copy. Both were almost exactly the same size, except Jimmy’s mother had heavier breasts and a few more pounds in the hips and thighs. Most men would find her irresistible for that very reason. And Cliff was certainly no exception.

Jimmy never dared bring the subject up, but he figured Cliff had been doing his mother for some years. He had talked to Natalie about the relationship between Cliff and their mom numerous times, but they always avoided taking the conversation too far. Jimmy figured his younger sister knew what was going on, though. One would have to be blind not to see it. She had been away much until late at night for something to not be going on between them.

“So? What did you find out?”

“You’re not going to believe me,” Natalie said, her eyes full of faux surprise but Jimmy could plainly see his sister’s gossipy excitement rising.

“Try me,” Jimmy replied but already feeling uncomfortable considering the way his sister was acting. He couldn’t help but shift himself in the bed to better look into Natalie’s eyes.

“When I stayed over at Angela’s last night, well . . .,” his sister hesitated, turning her eyes up and looking into her brother’s hairline. “She told me some things . . . I mean . . . well,” she stammered, “well . . . she admitted some things to me - - - things we have to know and are soon going to find out anyway.”

“What things?” Jimmy said, almost afraid to ask.

Angela was Cliff’s daughter, who had just graduated from high school with Natalie, but ran in an entirely different crowd. In fact, Angela had always been one of the most popular girls in school and moved easily about with the richer kids in town, a very select group of very snobbish, condescending snoots. Natalie would never have been welcomed or invited into the group, considering her station in life, even though she was the best looking of the bunch. Although Angela had never been snobbish to Natalie, she avoided having any social contact with her, which had been just fine with Natalie. In fact, she never gave it a bit of thought.

Once Cliff began dating their mother openly and regularly, though, Angela had always found time to say a few words to Natalie and treated her decently and thoughtfully. It was appreciated but Natalie still felt her niceness was somewhat forced.

Angela’s mother had died of cancer when she was just starting high school. It had nearly torn Cliff and Angela apart. And that’s when it happened.

“She told me that her relationship with her dad changed after her mother died,” Natalie went on to say.

“What changed?” Jimmy asked.

“She only told me this, Jimmy, because she knew we were going to find out soon anyway. She’s never told anyone else and knows we want say a word either,” his sister added.

“Well, tell me!”

Jimmy’s mind conjured up an image of the blond-headed girl. A real beauty, she was. Of all the girl’s in high school, she was the first one you just had to figure would one day be in one of the high-dollar porn magazines, if she ever wanted to be. She had the body and the face for it.

“After her mother died, well . . . she and Cliff went through a rough time. She couldn’t sleep at first and would sleep with her father in his bed. One night she got in bed beside him and turned away from him on her side. Cliff scooted up behind and put his arm around her and kissed her neck. She said he eased back down to his pillow and she closed her eyes. But Cliff didn’t go to sleep. He lowered his hand to her stomach and rubbed her there through her pajama top. Angela said that’s when she felt her dad’s thing - - - it was hard - - - when he pushed himself up tighter against her.”

Jimmy’s eyes opened wide. “What did she do?”

“She just laid still. He then moved his hand up under her arm began feeling her breast.”

“He did what?” Jimmy exclaimed. His cock was really pounding now. “He stared feeling her up? His own daughter?”

Natalie nodded her head, sharing her brother’s excitement, as she immediately sensed his arousal. “Yeah, he started feeling her off.”

“Shit!” Jimmy almost shouted out. “I can’t believe it.”

“Well, I do,” Natalie quickly replied. “Angela has no reason to lie about such a thing as that . . . and there’s more.”

“More?”

“Yeah,” Natalie added. “Lots more.”

Jimmy didn’t open his mouth again. He had to hear this ‘more’ shit.

“Angela didn’t resist. She told me she just at that moment realized how much her dad needed her. If her mother couldn’t be there for him, she would be. So, she raised her arm a bit and rolled a little into him so he could feel her off better. He started breathing real hard, she said, and began humping at her backside.”

“You mean he started humping his own daughter?”

“Yeah. Next, she told me he began kissing her on the neck again and on her cheek. And then he moved his hand down to her backside and legs. After awhile, he told her to take her pajama top off. When she did, he started kissing her on the mouth and breasts.”

“Damn!” Jimmy blurted out in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Natalie added. “Damn is right.”

“Is that all that happened?”

“No. She told me he took off his underwear and had her masturbate and kiss his thing. She told me it was her first time to ever do that.”

“He didn’t do anything else to her?”

“No, not that night. But she told me he cried and told her he was so sorry the next morning, but it didn’t change anything. Ever since, except for times when mother began going over to their house, she has slept with her father.”

Jimmy could hardly believe it. What in the hell was his mother getting into? This was just too much to take in.

“And she doesn’t regret it? She didn’t say anything about regretting it?”

Natalie shook her head. “No. I asked her about that, and she said she would do it all over again. She doesn’t think it was wrong at all.”

His sister then pulled back a little bit to stretch and looked back down at her brother’s crotch. His pants were bulging more than ever. Before saying anything else, she nosed into the pillow and closed her eyes. “What would he do?” she thought to herself, wanting so very much to lower her hand to her brother’s crotch and rub at his massive bulge.

Natalie found courage from somewhere. With reckless abandon, she blurted out, “Do you ever thing about her, Jimmy? You know . . . when you masturbate?”

“What? When I do what?” He quickly turned his head to look at his sister again and saw eager expectation there, with just a bit of classic mischief-maker thrown in for good measure.

“You know . . . when you masturbate. Do you think of Angela?”

Jimmy could hardly contain himself. He didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or pull a pillow down over his face to hide the embarrassment that was surely evident. He had never even heard Natalie say the word ‘masturbate’ before. Without question, Angela must have given his little sister a quick lesson in sex education. But there again, most girls her age had already been promiscuous for years. And having just finished four years of high school, clearly she already had a heaping helping. Jimmy was certain, though, that his little sister had never had sex. Or was he certain? How could he know?

“Why would you ask that?” he said, knowing he was visibly blushing and that his sister could plainly see he was uncomfortable.

“I know you do it all the time, Jimmy. So does mom. She told me that’s what makes the stains on your underwear and bed sheets. It gets all over everything. And you can’t help but smell it. Didn’t you know that?”

Jimmy brought both hands up to his face. “No! Damn!” he thought. He’d never thought about that. “Shit!”

After a few moments of unadulterated agony, he turned to face his sister’s face once again. “You never said anything about it,” Jimmy said, rubbing at his eyes and feeling totally humiliated. “What the hell were you doing looking at my underwear, anyway? How long have you known?”

“Like forever!” Natalie replied with a girlish giggle.

“Crap! And mother, too!”

“Yeah. She told me what it was and how it got spewed everywhere. We took turns smelling them, too. We talked about things like that all the time.”

“You took turns smelling them?”

“Yeah. They were still really wet one morning when we started the wash. I saw her lift them to her nose and smell them, pressing them to her face. She smiled and told me to take a whiff. She said she really liked the smell and that it was one of her favorite scents. So, we always do it.”

“Crap! I can’t believe that!”

“Well, it’s true. And I like the smell, too.”

“And you talked about masturbating?” Jimmy asked, turning his head once again to look into his sister’s sumptuous eyes.

“Yeah . . . and about lots of other things.”

“What did she say?” Jimmy asked, still mortified, unable to shake the fact his own mother and sister were aware of what he considered to be the most private part of his life.

“She told me sometimes boys will do it while they are sleeping . . . you know . . . the stuff will come out. But she told me you were probably pulling at yours. And she told me how guys fantasized about being with girls and things.”

“Crap! She told you all that?”

“Yeah.”

Jimmy let loose a long hissing “Shhhhiiiiittttt!”

Natalie hesitated before continuing with what she really wanted to say. After a few seconds of silence she began, “Mother said you probably thought about us, too.”

“What?” Jimmy brought the palm of his right hand up and slapped down on his forehead. “She actually told you that?”

His sister nodded her head. “Yeah. It’s no big deal, Jimmy. She says guys always do that. And the way you look at our breasts and butts all the time, well, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put it together.”

“I didn’t think I was that transparent.”

“Transparent!” Natalie exclaimed, followed by chuckle. “Jimmy, I think totally friggin’ obvious is a better way to put it.”

Jimmy took in a deep breath. “It doesn’t bother you or mom that I do that?”

“No, why should it,” Natalie replied with a sly, knowing smile. “I like letting you see me. Haven’t you noticed?”

Jimmy couldn’t help but grin at her question and looked his younger sister right in the eyes. “Come to think of it, you always have dressed pretty provocatively around the house. You did that for me?”

She nodded her head and smiled. Bravely she added, “And I’ve thought for a long time you might have wanted to do more than just look at me.”

“Crap, Natalie! You’re my sister!”

“It’s okay,” she began, raising a hand to rub lightly at his upper arm. After a few moments, she whispered out, “I’ll do anything you want.”

“No,” Jimmy said, although finding it very hard to do so. “We shouldn’t do that.”

“But Angela does it with her dad,” Natalie said quickly in rebuttal.

“Well, they shouldn’t do that. Besides, I’m sure mother is doing that now.”

“Yeah, she is,” Natalie began. “And with Angela, too.”

With that, Jimmy bolted upright in the bed like he had been shocked by electricity. “Angela said what?”

“Angela and mom both sleep with Cliff all the time. They’ve been doing it for a long time. Angela told me mother really likes being with her, too.”

“That’s a lie, Natalie! Mother wouldn’t do that! Never!”

“Mother told me all about it, too, Jimmy.”

He fell back onto the bed again, bringing both hands back up to his face, roughly trying to rub away cobwebs, as he was certain he was dreaming. “No, Natalie. You’re having some kind of episode or something.”

Natalie laughed. “You think I’m lying now, huh? You just wait. Mother told me we are moving in with Cliff and Angela after they get married. And mom says Angela can’t wait to be with you.”

“Now I know you’re lying.”

“Just wait. You’ll see. And Angela told me her dad has talked about how much he wants to be with me. I asked mother about that, too. She told me I was going to like Cliff, and she knew he was going to like being with me.”

“No way!” he immediately replied. But at that point, Jimmy thought maybe he might have been the one having an episode. Once again his cock was straining mightily at his jeans, wanting to urgently come out and play. But he just couldn’t do his sister. The thought was repulsive, even though he could hardly resist reaching out and pulling her to him that very second. “You’re okay with that?” He forced himself to say.

Natalie said nothing in reply. She just nodded her head and grinned.

“But you’ve never even been with a boy, have you?” Jimmy couldn’t help but ask. But after just hearing everything his sister had said, well, quite frankly, he wasn’t all too sure anymore.

His sister raised herself up on an elbow and looked down into her brother’s eyes. “Nope. Not yet. Would you teach me?”

“Teach you? Teach you what?”

Natalie grinned and looked down at her brother’s bulging crotch. She then mustered her courage again, lifting her left hand and lightly dropping it on Jimmy’s stomach, right above his belt. “Can I feel it?”

“Feel my cock?” Jimmy blurted out.

“Yeah . . . please,” Natalie begged. “I’ll show you my tits. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Jimmy flushed once again. He could feel his face burning from the heat of the moment. It was almost like he was trapped in a bad dream. Blood pounded away in his cock and in his head. But he had an overwhelming feeling of responsibility toward his sister. He was her big brother, after all. He was supposed to protect her. No matter how much he wanted to have his way with her, he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. “We can’t do that, Natalie. It isn’t right.”

Natalie looked hurt and frustrated. But she wasn’t about to let him have the last say. Her pussy was aching for him. If only there was someway to convince him to . . .

“Okay,” Natalie whispered out in disappointment. “If you don’t want to put it inside me, I understand. But won’t you let me masturbate you . . . you know, jack you off? I’d really like to do that. And besides, I want to taste it.”

Jimmy quickly looked back into his sister’s pleading face. “Taste it?”

“Please? I just have to, Jimmy. Please? And I want to feel it in my mouth. Mother said it’s great. She says she really likes to feel sperm squirt in her mouth. And she told me it tastes fantastic, too. Please, brother. Please let me.”

Jimmy’s blood pressure immediately shot up into the stratosphere. Natalie was relentless. She’d always been that way and nearly always ended up getting her way. Very seldom had he ever turned down any reasonable request. But this . . . this wasn’t just any request and it surely wasn’t reasonable. Besides, the way his cock was dripping precum, he knew he’d probably shoot his wad before his sister ever had a chance to put it in her mouth, let alone wrap fingers around it.

He looked once more at Natalie who was patiently lying there looking expectantly at him. Her dark brown eyes were full of carnal lust. Then his little sister did it. She did the one thing that broke the camel’s back. She seductively rolled her tongue around her full, gorgeous lips, as she lowered her hand down to his crotch.

Every muscle in Jimmy’s physical being instantly tightened. He involuntarily gasped as his sister fingers squeezed at his rigid cock. Then her eyes suddenly opened wide followed by a gasp of her own.

“It’s so big. And it’s really hard,” Natalie said, moving her eyes down to watch her fingers massage her brother’s throbbing, straining cock hidden by the heavy fabric of his blue jeans.

Jimmy squirmed and gasped but didn’t stop her. He had to close his eyes tightly against the sensation of his little sister’s hand fondling and rubbing his package. “Wait!” he finally had to scream out. “Wait! Stop!”

Natalie stopped not because her brother willed it but because of his cries. It somewhat startled her. “Is he in pain?” she immediately thought.

“Wait, Natalie, wait. Let me take my blue jeans off.”

Her shoulders instantly relaxed, which was accompanied by a lascivious grin. Natalie knew she was going to get her way. Her brother was now like putty in her hands. He would never refuse her wanton desires again. Once again, she would have it her way.