A Nice Family

Author's Note: In the "Most Read Stories" list under Top Lists in Literotica, of 250 stories shown under "All time," by my count, two-thirds of the stories are incest related. Many of them I have enjoyed reading myself. So, I thought it was time I took a stab at this category. If this subject matter offends you, please don't read it.

He heard the front door and was immediately alarmed and alert. Who would be entering the house at midnight? His mother and father were asleep in their bedroom, and when they were in a deep sleep, nothing would awaken them. He heard them having sex a couple of hours ago—they were fairly open about it—and that usually sent them into an impenetrable slumber. His 18 year-old sister, Kaki, was out at her high school senior prom and shouldn't be home until well after sunrise.

Ken Kruger quietly set the book he was reading on his night stand. If someone was breaking into the Kruger home, it would be up to him to take action. He sat up in his bed and honed his hearing. The lock on the front door was definitely being tampered with. Silently, he slipped into some shoes, but ignored the fact that he was dressed only in the boxers that he slept in. Quickly scanning his bedroom, he grabbed his baseball bat that was sitting in a corner and tip-toed downstairs. He arrived just as the door was opening.

At the foot of the stairs, Ken raised the bat ready to hit a homer with the intruder's head. Though the foyer was dark, enough light seeped in from the street for him to see a silhouette. Gripping the Louisville Slugger tighter, he was about to swing when a glimmer of light highlighted a portion of a woman's breast. He quickly choked up on the bat, and then brought it down as the figure backed in and he recognized his sister's prom dress. He further noticed that it was torn in a couple of places, and in particular, near her armpit, which accounted for the exposure of her tit.

"Kaki?" Ken whispered softly.

She turned sharply, obviously not expecting anyone to be there. Her sharp intake of air came with a high-pitched throaty sound. However, it was not loud enough for their parents to have heard. She should have expected her big brother and protector to have heard her entrance, knowing what a light sleeper he was.

"Kaki, why are you home so early? Is everything okay?"

She quickly closed the door and rushed into her older sibling's arms. "That asshole Michael Ryder tried to take advantage of me."

"What did he do?" Ken asked angrily. "Is he still out there? I'll go kick his ass!" No one messed with his beautiful sister.

"No, he's not there."

"So, what happened?" Ken asked, calming down a bit.

"Let's go in the den. I don't want to awaken mom and dad."

Ken followed Kaki down the hallway. She switched on a lamp on a dim setting, and then took a seat on their sectional sofa. Even somewhat disheveled she was the most beautiful girl in the world, perhaps only second to their mother, who, at 40 was absolutely ravishing. However, before Kaki left home this evening, she was easily her mother's rival.

The Kruger's were, by all accounts, the perfect family, the envy of the neighborhood. They were the most loving family anyone could ever hope to have. Kurt and Kate Kruger had raised their children to be caring individuals, particularly when it came to family. As such, Ken and Kaki had always been close, never had a serious fight, although they were independent enough to differ on things. But even such disagreements were never heated, and certainly not ever violent.

Part of this close, loving relationship among family members included open and frank discussions and attitudes toward sex and modesty. Such subjects, the parents believed, were only dirty, obscene, or whatever other adjectives one chose, if they were taught to be so. The children knew about sex and understood the yearnings in their bodies. Kurt and Kate had further encouraged and hoped that when either Ken or Kaki met a person with whom he or she wanted to have sex they would first discuss it with their mother or father. The kids indicated that they would, but if not, both parents were confident in the sexual education they had provided their children and believed they would act responsibly.

Modesty was less of an issue, and while the family had enough propriety not to run around the house naked, no one was uncomfortable being somewhat exposed.

Such was the case now as Ken continued to admire his gorgeous sister, who sat there in an exquisite evening dress that was torn high up on the side down nearly to her waist, thus revealing the top and side of her perfect sized and naturally rounded left breast, and a rip up the same side from the hem to also near her waist displaying her shapely leg and thigh. It was as though her date had attempted to tear her dress off.

Yet, Kaki was not the least bit embarrassed by her appearance in front of her brother.

Little did she know that he secretly lusted for her, and though his parents had never addressed it, he knew that to have such feelings for one's sibling was wrong. Still, seeing her so exposed, despite what had caused it—something he felt badly about—would not prevent him from masturbating later.

Ken took a seat beside her, but not so close that he couldn't continue to gaze at her.

* * *

Katherine Kruger was supposed to have been called Kathy. Her brother was only two years older, and as toddlers, the most he could manage was "kaki." So, it stuck. And surprisingly, she loved it, particularly since her handsome brother had been the one to coin it. She was so grateful for the way their parents had raised them. Aside from her mother and father, Ken was the most important person in her life, and perhaps to some extent, even more so. Though their parents had taught them such openness, when she heard how her friends' parents treated them regarding dating, sex and such, it made her sometimes doubt how frank she could be with her own mom and dad, and so, her brother and best friend was often her confidant and the first person she talked to.

Therefore, that was why she was willing to tell Ken what had happened earlier, and depending on what his reaction was would help determine how much she would tell her parents.

Though Kaki was upset by what had transpired, knowing she had her brother—and her parents—to come home to made it all easier to handle. This was even more comforting when she noted that Ken, obviously thinking he had heard an intruder, had rushed down in only his sleeping boxers. She could see he was hard, no doubt, because of her dress, or what was left of it. It was thrilling to know she did that to him. If she was lucky, maybe his gorgeous cock—which she had glimpsed a few times—would snake out and the thought would give her something to masturbate about later.

"Michael had a flask that he was sipping from all night," Kaki began. "He tried to get me to drink from it. I had a taste, but I didn't like it, so I didn't drink any. I didn't think he was drunk, but I guess he was, because when we all went to the lakefront after the dance, kissing wasn't enough. He started grabbing by boobs and tried to slide his hand up my dress. Anyway, I kicked him in the balls and embarrassed him in front of everyone. When I ran off, he grabbed onto both ends of my dress and this is what happened." She gestured to the torn garment.

With a snicker, Ken praised her. "Good for you, Kaki. How did you get home?"

"Stupid ass left his keys in his car. I parked it a few blocks away." She was chuckling also.

"So, are you okay?"

"Well, I'm disappointed at the way the evening turned out, but I'll get over him."

"Good girl." They sat quietly for a few moments before Ken asked, "You tired?"

"No, actually, I'm kind of keyed up. I expected to be up most of the night. But if you want to go back to bed, I'll be okay." There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Not unless you want to be alone."

Kaki swung her left arm out, tapping her brother on his shoulder in a gesture of disbelief. "When would I ever rather be alone over being with you?"

"I'm sure there are times." Ken couldn't help but notice that her arm movement separated her dress from her breast a little more. She made no attempt to fix it, and he enjoyed the inch or so more of skin that was revealed.

"I'm by myself enough that I don't pass up opportunities to be with you."

He knew her statement was sincere and it made his heart soar. It mirrored his own feelings.

Instinctively, each slid closer to the other. Ken suddenly cared more about being nearer to Kaki rather than stealing cheap glances at the parts of her tit and leg that were exposed. She leaned against him and he put his arm around her, and in so doing, her dress pulled even more away from her breast, and though it was not hanging out, looking down, he could see her nipple—and it was hard.

"I don't know why I have such bad luck with boys," Kaki bemoaned.

"What do you mean? You're one of the most attractive girls in your school. Guys are always asking you out."

"But none that I want to have a lasting relationship with. And I don't want them to ask me out just because they think I'm attractive." She turned him, and now some of her right breast was exposed. "Do you know I've never had sex? And it isn't because of any noble reason such as wanting to wait until I get married, or because it's not proper. I just haven't come across a guy I want to do it with."

"And there's nothing wrong with that," Ken confirmed. "But sex aside, what kind of guy are you looking for?"

"I . . . I . . . I—"

"If you don't know, it's okay."

"I . . . I do know. I'm just embarrassed to say."

"Why? Somebody like dad?"

With a deep breath, Kaki admitted, "No, someone like . . . you."

He didn't see that one coming. Now, it was his turn for a deep breath. "Well, I think you need to set your sights a little higher!" he quipped. "But I know what you mean. I wouldn't mind finding a girl like you."

Kaki dipped her head down onto Ken's shoulder in a loving gesture. "Do you ever think that maybe mom and dad did us more harm than good raising us as they did? I mean, here we are on a Friday night, I'm home from my prom at midnight and you've been in all evening, all because we can't find anyone like us."

Ken shrugged. "I'm very sorry your evening was ruined, but I'm not sorry to be sitting here with you on a Friday night."

"Believe it or not, I think I prefer being here also. Somehow the thought of hanging out on the lakefront all night while many of my friends get shit-faced does not seem as exciting as it once did. And if any of my friends heard me say I'd rather be home with my brother than out with them, they'd think I was nuts."

"Well, then, there's the answer to your question about the way mom and dad raised us," Ken noted with some authority. "You could be out at the lakefront, but you chose not to stay. Likewise, I could be out with friends, but prefer not to be. It's a conscious decision. We weren't raised not to do certain things, we were taught to make our own decisions based on the values our parents held, which are way more open than most people might think."

"You're so smart," Kaki said dreamily. Then, a moment later, "Ah, if only . . ."

"If only what?"

She hadn't realized she'd said it aloud. "Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter. But," she added slowly standing up, I need to get out of this dress." Appraising herself, she noted, "Although, from the looks of it, I'm nearly out of it already."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"What? That I'm nearly out of it already? You like seeing me half naked?" Grinning, Kaki wiggled her hips and stuck her leg out as much as the rip up the side would allow. She could see the head of his cock trying to worm out of the front slit in his boxers, but he was too busy watching her to notice. She decided to tease him more by placing her hand on her side—instead of her hip—as far down as that slit permitted, which nearly completely exposed her left breast. However, as she continued to dance suggestively, her hand accidentally tore her dress more all the way down to meet the other tear, severing the garment so that it was completely open on the left side. It spread open to display her blue bikini panties that matched the color of her dress and her eyes. Her provocative twirling caused the hem to get caught in between her legs, which in turn sent her tumbling into her brother's lap.

She landed with her breasts completely exposed, her left pressed against Ken's bare chest. She could feel his hard dick nudged against her leg. She liked it.

They found themselves gazing into one another's eyes, and though they had done that a thousand times, at this moment, they were looking deeper, as though into each other's soul.

Something came over Kaki, though she was not sure what.

Ken reached for the torn flap of her dress to cover her, but she stopped him.

"No!" Kaki pleaded, "let me . . . for just a moment."

Ken's raised eyebrows would have suggested he was questioning his little sister's motive. But they were two of a kind and he understood, approved, and he had similar feelings. He couldn't help but marvel over the view of her breast, a full, rounded mound that rose off of her chest, no sag, topped with a small, quarter-sized areola and a hard, eraser-like nipple. God, it was beautiful . . . like everything else about her.

They continued their stare into one another's eyes for long moments. Inevitably, their lips met.

It was just a quick kiss, something they had also done a thousand times. But there was something about this one that tasted different. Like another; a longer taste.

It was apparent to both that something was happening to them, something overwhelming, something that had been brewing, but waited until this moment to peak.

As passion built, Kaki adjusted her position by maneuvering around so that she was straddling his lap, her lips never leaving his. She pulled her dress open, allowed both now completely bare breasts to mash against Ken's chest. Her left hand eased down to touch the tip of his cock that her position change caused to fully poke out of his boxers. She relished the gooey liquid that was oozing out, smearing it all over the mushroom head with still enough left to pull back and coat her nipples. She could feel his monster pulse when he saw her do that.

Ken knew they shouldn't be doing this, but he was powerless to stop it. Instead, his hands went up to cup her magnificent breasts. He could see a wet spot forming in the crotch of her panties.

How far would they allow this to go?

The answer came immediately.

"Ken, is that you down there?"

Kaki's face went from ecstatic contentment to sheer terror in less than a second.

But Ken calmly responded, "Yeah, mom, thought I heard something—"

Kaki was shaking her head vehemently and mouthing; don't tell her I'm home.

—but it was nothing."

"Thought I did too," she called down.

"Probably me you heard. Sorry, if I woke you."

"Okay. She won't be home for a while. You don't have to wait up."

Ken could hear the humor in her voice. With a forced chuckle, he said, "Okay, mom. I'll be up shortly."

"Goodnight, son."

"Night, mom."

Kaki let out a huge, quiet sigh of relief and fell against her brother, resting her head on his shoulder. "That was close," she said, now in a whisper. "I guess we better get on up to bed."

"Probably a good idea. Let me go first to make certain she's back asleep, and then you can come up."

"Okay." But before she got up, she dragged her tits across his chest and kissed him again, with tongue. "I don't regret this."

"Nor do I."

* * *

However, lying in bed an hour later, still awake, though Ken still had no regrets, he did have concerns. As a 20 year-old male, and like most men his age, he was constantly horny, and had been for years. Of course there were guys out there that were not perennially aroused who had girls to regularly have sex with, but he was certain that he was in the majority. Sure, he had his good friend on the end of his wrist who was always willing to oblige his sexual desires, and while masturbating spelled R-E-L-I-E-F, it wasn't the S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N a soft, wet, warm pussy provided. The point was, given this invariant state of arousal he always felt he was in, did he allow what happened between he and Kaki because of it, or was he really so enamored of his sister that if she wanted to be that close to him, he wanted to be the same with her. The problem was, he couldn't be certain, and he didn't want to allow such things to happen between them for the wrong reasons, not that he expected such a thing to happen again. He believed Kaki was just in an unusual mood as a result of what had happened to her.

Still, there was something about that incident that was different; as though something had come over him.

His mind continued to ponder these notions for who knows how long. He must have finally fallen asleep because he didn't remember dawn breaking, but when he opened his eyes again, it was clearly well into morning. Further awakening was enticed by the smells of coffee and breakfast wafting up from downstairs.

Realizing that further sleep would be elusive, Ken rolled out of bed, sitting for a moment to allow his morning wood to subside so he could take his first piss before heading down. Surprisingly, though his dick relaxed enough for him to accomplish the task at hand, it did not go completely flaccid. It remained at half mast, but he headed downstairs anyway, hoping it would ease the rest of the way by the time he got there. Perhaps if his mind quit replaying that hour-long rendezvous in the middle of the night, it would help.

However, when he reached the kitchen and saw his mother from the rear bent over the oven, the tank top she normally slept in (just as did Kaki) billowing out so he could see up from the bottom her full breasts hanging, not to mention her shapely ass in night shorts, and his willow was an oak again. He quickly took a seat at the kitchen counter before greeting his parents good morning.

His dad, similarly dressed as Ken in only boxers, lowered the newspaper. "Good morning, son."

His mom pivoted around, not standing, and now he could see down the front of her top. His cock pulsed. She echoed her husband's greeting.

Ken's parents were attractive people, just as he and Kaki were. This was their normal Saturday morning routine, being leisurely, in their bed clothes. He had seen his mother dressed this way innumerable times. So, why this morning did he have a raging hard on? Was his brain still subconsciously reliving last night? He didn't think so. But something was going on. Something had happened.

"So, what do you think you heard last night?" Kate asked her son.

"What? You heard something?" his fathered asked, again lowering the newspaper.

"I don't know," Ken responded. "I was reading in bed. Probably just my imagination. But I thought it prudent to investigate. Sorry again if I made too much noise."

"I'm surprised I heard anything," Kate said, leaning on her elbows on the counter, her breasts pressing together and bulging out of her top.

Again it was something Ken had seen a hundred times, so why was it affecting him this morning? He looked his mother directly in her deep green eyes. Even though her red hair was not fixed to her normal perfection, it still framed her face in an exquisitely attractive picture. He had always known she was beautiful. But this morning it was as though he was seeing her for the first time in high definition instead of standard definition.

"You okay?" Kate asked because of the way he was looking at her.

Ken shook his head as though to clear it. "I'm not sure I'm awake yet. I think I need coffee." Momentarily forgetting the pole tenting his boxers, he stood and stepped over to pour a cup.