Plan B (by Your Ghost)Two brothers discover that their supposedly innocent little sister is actually internet porn-star Christine Young. (MMF, nc, inc, oral, anal)***I arrived home from work at 6pm, just like I did every day. And, just like every day, I turned on the TV and watched the evening news while I had a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches and a beer for dinner. After dinner I got another beer, and another beer after that, drinking steadily as the news ended and some sitcom reruns tried to keep me entertained. They pretty much failed, and by eight o’clock I was actually considering going to bed.It wasn’t a serious consideration; who goes to bed at eight o’clock past the age of five? But it was an indication to me of how low I’d sunk in my life. I was twenty-five, single, not too bad looking, and I was working at a job that paid me more than enough money to keep me happy, so why wasn’t I happy? Why wasn’t I out in the night, having a good time, chasing chicks, getting laid? Why did I have the most boring life in the whole world?I didn’t know, and I didn’t have the energy to try to figure it out. So the only choice I had (the only real choice) was to do something about it. Think of something new, different, and interesting to do. Maybe something a little bit off the wall, out of the ordinary.I thought about calling my brother Joe to see what he might be up to. And just as I had that thought my cell phone bleeped. I was a little embarrassed by how quickly I picked up.”Hello?””Hey, Ben, it’s Joe,””Hey, dude,” I said, “I was just thinking about calling you. Is that, like, synchronicity or what?””Just an odd coincidence,” Joe said. “Listen, Ben, you gotta come over. I got something totally awesome for you to see.””Really. What is it?””I’ll show you when you get here. But I will tell you this, you’re not gonna believe your eyes.””Come on, Joe, if it’s just another one of your dumb video games, I’m not really interested.””It’s not a video game, although in a way, you’re close. Now get your ass over here.”I heard the click of Joe’s phone and blinked, somewhat surprised; my older brother could be a bit of a spaz sometimes, but he was rarely that abrupt. Whatever he had to show me must be pretty important.”What the hell,” I said to myself as I looked around at my dull uneventful apartment, “even if it is a video game, it’s gotta be better than this shit.”*****I lived only five blocks from Joe’s place, but our lifestyles were a few tax brackets apart; I had a spacious loft on the East side of Alexander Street in an exclusive apartment building, and Joe lived in what someone on the City Council had once called, “a high-rise ghetto.” It was a ten story building set right in the heart of the downtown area, and although it had once, long ago, been an elegant hotel, it was now a low income project subsidized by the city’s Housing Authority, a haven for the poor, the sick, the lame and the lazy. Joe, despite his relatively high intelligence, fell into the first and last categories. He was twenty-six years old now, but he still drifted from low-paying job to low-paying job, doing just enough to keep his rent paid, his cable on, and his internet connection hooked up. He rarely had food in the fridge, electing instead to get his meals for free at the various soup kitchens and drop-in centers in town, and he got all of his clothes second or third hand at the local clothing banks. Not the best role model in town. I might have lost some of my respect for him if he hadn’t seemed happy in his sloth. It was more than I could say for myself.I took the elevator up to the third floor, then went down the hallway to Joe’s apartment door. I was just about to knock when the door swung open and Joe, with a big grin on his face, said, “Hey, man, come on in.”I followed him inside. My brother’s apartment wasn’t really an apartment so much as just a single room with a dinky bathroom, an even dinkier closet, and a kitchenette that had a fridge, a stove, and a sink all crammed into one corner. It was neat and clean, though, and while I always caught a feint whiff of bug spray I’d never seen any bugs.Joe didn’t have much furniture, either; just a sofa that he slept on, a bookcase with about eighty used paperbacks, an end table by the window, on top of which he had stacked his TV, his VCR, and his DVD player, and against one wall a battered desk with a computer. There wasn’t even a stereo system.”What is it you want to show me?” I asked as I made my way toward the sofa.”You won’t believe it, Ben,” Joe said. “You want a beer? You should probably have a beer, dude, this is huge.””WHAT’S huge?””In a sec, in a sec.” Joe dug two beers out of his fridge, handed one to me. “Come over here to the computer.”Joe’s computer wasn’t the most up to date computer in the world, but it was decent, with a twenty gig hard drive and just about all the accessories a slacker could ever want. As he leaned over the desk and grabbed his mouse I took note of the picture on the screen that he had put up as wallpaper: a fake of Sarah Michelle Gellar surrounded by three naked guys holding their dicks, and Sarah’s face and tits covered with come. It looked almost real, and I was impressed; I wondered if he had done it himself.”Check this out, man,” Joe said as he clicked his mouse two or three times. Several folders popped open, then the screen was suddenly filled with the Windows Media Player. A few seconds of black screen, then a video began playing.A porn video, which wasn’t a gigantic surprise; probably the only thing Joe loved more than video games was porn.”What’s huge about this?” I asked. “A chick taking a shower.””Look closer, dude,” Joe replied. “Look at her face.”I leaned forward and looked more closely at the girl’s face, and suddenly my eyebrows went up and my jaw dropped.”Holy shit,” I said. “Is that Christine?” The girl looked directly at the camera and smiled as she rubbed soap and water over her large breasts. “It IS Christine. Holy shit.”I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: my own little baby sister taking a shower. Naked.”Where the hell did you get this?” I asked. I dragged my eyes from the computer screen, looked at my brother, and my voice dropped ominously. “You didn’t do this video yourself, did you?””What? No,” Joe replied. “I found it last night when I was surfing the net. And that’s not the only one I found. Here.”Joe closed the shower video and opened another. Christine was naked in this one as well, except she wasn’t in the shower; instead, she was on her knees in some room somewhere, and a guy was jerking his dick in front of her face. As I watched, Christine opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and leaned forward just in time to catch the guy’s come as he went off into her mouth.”Holy shit,” I said again. I couldn’t think of anything else to say.Christine let the guy’s come spill all over her tongue and chin, then sat back and offered the camera one of her charming smiles.”What did I tell you?” Joe said. He closed out the video. “I got several more vids, and tons of pictures of her.””Where in hell did you get them?” I asked.”From her website.””She has a website?””Yeah. Here, I’ll show you.”Joe leaned over his desk again, opened Windows Explorer, and clicked something on his favorites list. The screen filled up with a light blue and white background, a picture of Christine smiling, and the words, “Christine Young” in stylized script. Joe scrolled down and pictures and vidcaps moved upward on the screen, showing Christine in various poses and stages of undress, and doing sexual things with both men and women.”Son of a bitch,” I said. Apparently, the shock of seeing my sister in this context had left me limited to obscene language.”Told you it was huge,” Joe said. “Our sister’s not just a slut, she’s an internet slut.””Unbelievable.”I watched as Joe spent several minutes clicking on pictures or running the video clips. I saw Christine kissing a darkhaired woman and sucking her tits, Christine sucking on a guy’s cock and letting him fuck her. Christine taking another load of come into her mouth. There was a video of her flashing her tits in front of the Eiffel Tower.”That trip she took to Paris last year,” I said.”Yeah,” Joe replied. “She told me Mom and Dad gave her the money for it, but I’m willing to bet she paid for it herself with the money she’s making from this internet thing.” He rewound the video, then stopped it just as Christine pulled her top down and exposed her breasts. “She’s got kaçak iddaa some awesome tits, doesn’t she?””Yeah, she does,” I replied, realizing as I said it that it was true; my sister did have awesome tits.”You know, Ben, I never really thought of Christine as hot before, but she really is. I mean, she’s not, like, beautiful or anything, but she’s cute. I’ve always thought she was cute. And now, seeing her like this, well, she’s just plain hot. Just look at her.””I AM looking at her,” I said. “I’m just having a hard time believing it. Our little sister.””Our HOT little sister,” Joe added.”But why does it say ‘Christine Young?’ Our last name isn’t Young, it’s Mootz.”Joe shrugged and said, “Young is sexier than Mootz. Hell, Hitler is sexier than Mootz.” He leaned closer to the computer screen, zeroing his eyes in on Christine’s full exposed breasts. “And she’s totally fucking sexy, dude. I never thought I’d say this, but I’d fuck her in a heartbeat.”I’d been holding my unopened beer in my hand all this time, and now I twisted the cap off, took a long drink, then said, “I think I need to sit down.””Oh, sure, dude,” Joe said. He moved away from the desk to give me room.”Not there,” I said. I went over to the sofa and sat, took another drink of beer. “You know what I was doing when you called, Joe?””Pounding your pud?” Joe sat down next to me and opened his own beer.”No, asshole. I was sitting around hating my life, and wishing for something new and different to do. Little did I know that not only would I get my wish, but the new and different would include watching my sister getting a mouth full of splooge on your computer.”Joe laughed and clinked his beer with mine.”Hats off to Christine,” he said. “Never knew she had it in her. So to speak.” We both took long drinks from our beers.”Seriously, though,” Joe went on, “don’t you wanna get into her pants now?””Dude, she’s our sister,” I replied.Joe seemed to consider my comment for a moment, then shrugged and said, “All the more reason.” I gave him a look. “No, think about it, dude. I mean, it would be cool enough just doing it with a sexy internet porn chick, but how much cooler would it be to do it with your own sister? i****t is best, put your sister to the test.””You’re nuts,” I told him, shaking my head.”And you’re in denial,” Joe countered. “Check this out.” He went back over to his computer, and I reluctantly got up and followed him. He clicked open Christine’s shower video again and let it play as he said, “Just look at her, Ben. Those big round titties, that sweet ass, all that sexy water pouring over her body. Tell me you don’t wanna tap that shit. Honestly.”I sighed and continued shaking my head, but at the same time I watched Christine caressing her sleek wet body, and as I watched I felt myself coming around to my big brother’s point of view.”Yeah, okay,” I said when the video ended. “You’re right, she’s hot, And I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind doing it with her. In theory, at least.””Fuck theory,” Joe said. “You either want to or you don’t. And if you want to, then you should.”I looked at Joe and said, “What does that mean?””It means, maybe we should go for it. Try to get her to give it up.””Joe, remember when I told you that you were nuts? Well, play that back in your head, and turn up the volume.””Why do you say that, man?” Joe asked, sounding as if I’d hurt his feelings. “Why you wanna kill the dream?””Because that’s all it is, a dream. What makes you think Christine would let us have sex with her? And don’t say that if she’d do it with strangers for money she’d do it with anybody, because you know that’s not true.””No, I don’t know that’s not true. But even if it is…or isn’t…or whatever, I didn’t say anything about her ‘letting’ us.””So, what are you saying?” I asked. “We should just go over to her house and **** her?””I didn’t say that, either,” Joe replied.”Then what ARE you saying?””Plan B.” Joe held up his beer and, with a big smile, said, “We get her drunk.”I thought about that for a moment, then said, “Well, that would definitely be something new and different.”*****Christine had moved out on her own over the summer of 2003. She was s*******n then, had just graduated from high school, and was on her way to college. That had been three years ago. She was twenty now, and as far as I knew, she was still in college, working on a nursing degree, and just starting her senior year.Her apartment building was even more expensive than mine. It was actually a condominium, one of the newer buildings that had gone up on the Thea Foss Waterway in the last couple of years, designed for people with annual incomes above a hundred grand. She’d told her parents (and her brothers) that she was able to afford the place by sharing the expenses with roommates and holding down part-time waitressing jobs. But as Joe and I pulled up in front of her ritzy building I realized that it could all be a lie. She might not be in college at all, spending all of her time making porn videos. If she was making enough money, she would probably think she didn’t need to go to college. The idea left something unsettled inside of me, but I wasn’t sure what it was; did I feel angry at my sister because she wasn’t going to school and insuring her future, or was I angry with her because she was, in essence, a whore? Was I even really angry at her at all? And if I was, was that why I was here with Joe, planning to get her hammered before having sex with her? Was this really the something new and different I was looking for?Joe shut off the engine and said, “Let’s go.”He opened his door and got out, then leaned back in and grabbed the case of beer he’d bought on the way over. I got out on my side and we went up to the front entrance of the building. We went through the large wood and glass door, through a foyer, and to a bank of elevators on our left. We took the elevator to the sixth (and top) floor, then went down the hallway past several doors until we arrived at apartment 612. Since Joe had his arms full with the case of beer, it was up to me to knock.I did, lightly, three times, then stood holding my breath, trying to ignore the tiny voice in my head that was telling me to turn and run. Several moments passed in which I could hear no sounds coming from inside, and I began to wonder if maybe Christine wasn’t even home. I raised my hand to knock again, but suddenly the door flew open and Christine was standing in the doorway. She had a curious look on her face at first, then she recognized her older brothers and her features lit up in a big happy smile.”Hey, guys!” she said. “What are you doing here?””We came to party, dude,” Joe replied, indicating the case of beer with a nod of his head. “Let us in already.””To party?” Christine gave up a small laugh. “You guys ever hear of a phone?””Aw fuck that, let us in.” Joe pushed past me, then pushed past Christine and went into her apartment.”Hello, rude,” Christine said, but she was smiling. She looked at me and I smiled back at her. She definitely was cute. She was wearing blue jeans, and a very snug white tanktop. And, I couldn’t help but notice, no bra. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”Hey, Ben,” she said. “Come on in, I guess.”I went past her and she shut the door behind me. Joe was already at the fridge, stacking the beers on the bottom shelf one by one.”Sorry to just bust in like this,” I said, “but you know Joe. Once he gets an idea, talking him out of it is like fighting the X-Men.” I had to force myself not to look at her tits.”Yeah, that’s Joe, alright,” Christine said. “At least he brought beer.”She went over to him and held out her hand. Joe gave her a beer, then handed me one, and Christine and I went over to the sofa. We sat together and sipped our drinks while Joe started messing with Christine’s stereo.”So, what’s up?” Christine asked.”Nothing,” I said. “We just thought we’d come over and wreck your evening.””Come on, Ben, you guys hardly ever come over. You hardly ever even call me, so you must have some agenda. What is it?””Actually,” Joe said over the sudden noise of the radio, “we were planning to get you bombed, then have our way with you.”Christine clicked her tongue, sort of laughed, and said, “You’re always such a clown, Joe. Really, what’s going on?””Nothing,” I said again. “Honestly, Chris, we just wanted to see you. I mean, you’re right, we hardly ever see you, and we, you know, missed you.””Aww,” Christine said. “That is so sweet. My big brothers kaçak bahis missed me.”She leaned toward me and gave me a hug, inadvertently pressing one of her breasts against my arm.”Hey,” Joe called over the sound of Z.Z. Top (singing, appropriately, ‘Tush’), “save some of that lovin for me, hot stuff.”I gave Joe a look that told him to cut that shit out. I hadn’t changed my mind about what we were planning to do, but still, it didn’t make sense to tip her off too much.We all sat and talked while we listened to music. Most of it was normal, catching-up conversation, although Christine was still giving us the line that she was going to school and working as a waitress at some place way out on 112th Street. Joe and I both made occasional attempts to steer the conversation toward the subject of sex, but Christine wasn’t taking the bait at first. It took us nearly an hour, two or three beers apiece, and two joints that Christine had brought out from her bedroom before she started to loosen up.She didn’t come right out and say she was an internet whore, but she did admit that she’d slept with “a lot of guys,” and that she’d done some “private modeling” for a few of them. She also told us about Dakota, a girl she met in one of her nursing classes, who she was having an affair with.”I’m not really a dyke,” she said, “but I gotta tell you guys, Dakota has been a godsend to me. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even believe in love.”She took a long pull from her beer and Joe and I looked at each other. Joe moved his eyebrows and nodded toward her, signaling that it was time to put the second phase of our plan into action. I shook my head to tell him that it wasn’t time yet, but I did it slightly, so Christine wouldn’t notice.”Whatever you guys are signaling each other about,” Christine said, “you can just knock it off.” She burped. “I gotta go pee.”She got up and went unsteadily into her bathroom. As soon as she shut the door Joe came over and sat next to me and said, “Dude, she’s drunk, and she’s high as a kite. It’s the perfect time.””I dunno, Joe,” I said. “It just doesn’t seem right to me. I mean, I wouldn’t do this to a chick who WASN’T my sister.””Come on, Ben, grow a pair already. You wanna do her just as much as I do. And you know that if she sobers up it ain’t gonna happen.”I sighed, thought about it for a moment, then said, “Okay. But maybe we should try to get her to admit to what she’s doing on the internet first. She might be, you know, more compliant that way.””Yeah, right,” Joe said. “Why you don’t you go get the Hardy Boys and start the investigation while I stay here and get some pussy?””Okay, okay,” I said. “But we don’t hurt her. Agreed?””Yeah, sure, whatever. Tell you what, I’ll hold her down while you slap her titties.””Joe…”Joe laughed and said, “I’m just k**ding, dude. I promise, we won’t hurt her. She’s my little sister too, you know.” He glanced toward the bathroom, then in a slightly lower voice said, “By the way, did you notice those tits?'”How the hell could I miss them? If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s showing them off.””Maybe she is.”Just then the bathroom door opened and Christine came wobbling back into the living room.”If you guys are planning some stupid practical joke,” she said, stumbling a little on the word ‘practical,’ “well, you juss better not. Your practical… practical… jokes are about as funny as death.” She sat down between us, forcing us to make room for her.”Oh, believe me, sweetie,” Joe said as he put his arm around her shoulders, “we’re not joking around this time.” He looked past her at me. “Are we, Ben?””Yeah,” I replied, “you can definitely say that what we have in mind isn’t funny at all.”Christine clicked her tongue and sighed.”Duzzun matter,” she said. “I’m immune to you guys.” She looked around for a moment. “I need a beer.”Joe jumped up and went to the fridge, brought back beers for everyone, then said, “I think I gotta hit the can too.” He gave me a meaningful look, then went into the bathroom. Apparently it was up to me get our i****tuous crime spree in motion.Christine was taking another long pull on her beer and I let my eyes roam over her, from her pretty face down her neck to her big round tits, and the nipples poking through her tanktop. I wondered how, exactly, a guy went about taking advantage of his own sister. After all, she wasn’t just any girl, I had a history with her, and all of it involved that boundary that said sex wasn’t allowed. Even thinking about it wasn’t allowed. The obvious solution was to treat her like she wasn’t my sister. Treat her just like any other girl. Which meant just go for it, and don’t stop unless she starts to cry.”Why are looking at me like that?” Christine asked. She’d already drank about a quarter of her beer, and had the bottle resting in her lap. “Or, more accritly, why are you looking at my tits like that?” She giggled.”Sorry,” I said, bringing my eyes up to meet hers, which were watery and just beginning to get a little pink. “It’s just kind of hard not to look at you like that sometimes. You’re, uh, you’re sexy, Christine.”Christine giggled again and said, “Kind of hard. Thass funny. Creepy but funny.”She went to take another drink of her beer but I grabbed the bottle and took it from her, set it on the coffee table.”Hey,” she said, “thass mine.””Don’t worry, you’ll get it back,” I said. I moved closer to her and put my arm around her shoulders. “I just wanna do something first.””Like what?”She was looking directly into my eyes, and there was such confidence and trust there that I almost called the whole thing off. Almost. I’d had a bit to drink too, and I’d smoked close to half of one of those joints. And I really did want to fuck her.So, in one movement I brought my other hand around to the back of her head and kind of held her there while I leaned in and planted a kiss right on her mouth. I expected her to resist, maybe even try to get away, but Christine surprised me by staying completely still as I pressed my lips against hers. She might have even kissed me back, though I couldn’t be sure about that. The kiss didn’t last very long, five seconds at the most, then I pulled back and looked at her. Which is a mistake when you’re kissing a girl who, for whatever reasons, you shouldn’t be kissing. Christine blinked at me, the expression on her face a mixture of surprise and confusion.”Why did you do that?” she asked. Before I could answer she said, “You can’t kiss me like that, Ben. Is not right.”I knew I’d lost my momentum, and the only thing to do now was to jump on her, but I hesitated. And suddenly I had to take a piss.As if on cue, the toilet in Christine’s bathroom flushed and the door flew open and Joe came back in. I immediately jumped up and, passing Joe on my way to the head, said, “Your turn.”I went into the bathroom, shut the door, and took a long satisfying piss. As I came near the end I could hear noises coming from the living room; under the music there seemed to be a bumping sound, and the voices of my sister and brother. The sound of a beer bottle falling on the coffee table. I finished as quickly as I could, zipped up, and left the bathroom.I found the two of them on the sofa. Joe was on top of her, kissing her and trying to hold her down as she squirmed under him. Her tanktop was in a heap on the coffee table and her jeans were halfway down her legs. I could see her plump naked breasts and the patch of pubic hair covering her pussy (she hadn’t been wearing underwear), but what caught my attention most was Christine’s face; she looked wasted and unhappy at the same time, like she knew what was happening to her but was unable to stop it.They both looked up at me with completely different expressions.”Help me out here, dude,” Joe said. “Get her pants off for me.””Ben?” Christine said.I waited for her to say something else, but she didn’t say anything, and I knew I had to go one way or the other. Joe clutched one of her breasts and squeezed it, and that did it for me. I went around the coffee table, grabbed the legs of Christine’s jeans, and pulled them down over her feet. She still had her sneakers on and that made it a little difficult, but I finally managed to get them off. I tossed them onto the floor as Joe worked her legs apart, then reached down into his open fly and pulled out his cock. He didn’t waste any time. He stuck it in her with one movement, pushing himself in all the way to the hilt.Christine closed her eyes and turned illegal bahis her face away from him with a light, disappointed moan. Joe moaned too, but his was one of pleasure and conquest. He started fucking her, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt with a steady rhythm, and at the same time he kissed her cheek and licked her earlobe and squeezed and pulled on her breasts. And I just stood there and watched, feeling my cock grow hard in my jeans.It seemed to take forever, though in reality I suppose Joe only spent about two minutes fucking our sister. He kept shoving into her and shoving into her, Christine still just laying there and sort of whimpering, until finally he stopped, pulled his cock out, and came on her stomach and tits. He did this with a satisfied groan, and when he was finished he got up from the sofa, saying, “See, dude, I respected you. Didn’t leave any sloppy shit in her cunt to get in your way.”He sort of stumbled away from her and Christine began to sit up, but she was disoriented and couldn’t quite pull herself to a sitting position.”Go for it,” Joe said. “It’s awesome. Best pussy in the world. Hurry, before she gets up.”I acted without thinking too much about what I was doing. I went over to Christine, gently pushed her back down onto the sofa, and got on top of her. She gave up a little sound of protest, but other than that she didn’t show any resistance at all. She was really out of it. I kissed her on the mouth as I wormed my way between her legs, then got my cock out and put it up to her pussy. I rubbed the head over the lips a couple times, then slowly pushed it into her.I was surprised to discover that Christine’s cunt was actually pretty tight, something you wouldn’t expect from a chick who did porn. Especially one who’d just been fucked a minute ago. It was also warm and a little wet, which was another thing I didn’t expect. But the biggest surprise I got as I pushed my cock all the way into her was that my sister’s cunt felt just like any other cunt I’d ever fucked. Maybe that shouldn’t have surprised me, but I honestly expected it to feel different for some reason.Once I was all the way inside of her I worked one of my arms under her and kind of hugged her as I used my free hand to feel her tits. Christine’s tits felt just as amazing as they looked, smooth and firm, and yet soft at the same time. I squeezed them and played with her nipples, which were only semi-hard. I tried to kiss her on the mouth, but just like she had with Joe, she turned her face away and all I could do was kiss her cheek.”What did I tell ya, dude?” Joe asked. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, standing on the other side of the coffee table, a beer in his hand, watching us. “Is she some awesome pussy or what?”I didn’t answer him, I just started to push my cock in and out of Christine’s cunt, slowly and evenly, luxuriating in the unbelievable sensation of fucking my own sister. And Christine didn’t just lay there like a dead girl, she sort of writhed under me, not because she was getting off but because she was trying to resist me. Her attempts were halfhearted and completely ineffective, and as a result all she did was make it better for me. Despite that Joe was watching me and saying things like, “Yeah, do it, dude, fuck that little slut,” I only lasted about a minute before I came. I didn’t pull out, either, but jammed myself into her as far as I could go and held it there as my cock pumped its load of come into her cunt.Afterward I lay on top of her for a few moments, catching my breath. Joe was sitting on the floor, and after taking a drink from his beer he said, “Good job, Ben. You probably just knocked her up, though. She’s gonna have a baby with two heads now.”I stifled a laugh and said, “She’s probably on the pill, Joe.” Still, part of me liked the idea that I might have gotten my baby sister pregnant, though I couldn’t figure out why.”Yeah,” Joe said, “but those things aren’t a hundred percent effective. And who knows, maybe they’re less effective against the i****t gene or something. Two heads, I’m tellin ya.” He took another drink of his beer.I finally pulled out of Christine’s cunt and got up, and Christine instantly tried to get up too. She was still pretty out of it, though, and Joe and I had to help her to her feet. She didn’t say anything, or even look at us, she just made her way in to her bedroom.She lay down on her bed and went to sleep, and as she slept Joe and I sat and drank some more and talked about what we’d just done. Joe, as usual, was more enthusiastic about it, going on and on about what a nice tight snatch Christine had, and what a turn on it had been to fuck his own sister. “i****t truly is best, dude.” I played the role of the doomsayer, talking about how we had just committed ****, and not just your every day run of the mill ****, but i****t ****.”If we don’t go to jail for this,” I told my brother, “we’ll at least have to deal with Christine hating us for the rest of our lives.”Joe just shook his head and said, “Don’t worry about any of that shit, dude. She probably won’t even remember what happened, and even if she does, she’ll just chalk it up. One of the pitfalls of being a hot chick.””Come on, Joe, did you ever know any chick who just chalked it up like that?””Not any regular chick, no. But Christine’s a whore, dude. This probably isn’t the first time it’s ever happened to her. Relax, we’re in the clear. And besides, even if we’re not? It was worth it, dude. Totally worth it.”Joe saluted me with his beer bottle and drank.*****Christine slept for about an hour, then got up, went into the bathroom, and took a shower. While she was in there Joe and I, twice as drunk now as we’d been before, decided we wanted to try her again. We waited until the shower shut off, then went over to the door. As Christine came out, a towel wrapped around her wet body, we grabbed her and pulled her toward her bedroom. Christine had sobered up and come down some, and she was able to put up a bit of a fight.”Stop it!” she yelled. “Leave me alone! Stop it!”We ignored her as we muscled her into her room. Joe yanked her towel off of her and forced her down onto the bed. I held her arms and Joe lay on top of her and jammed his cock into her. Christine continued to struggle and yell at us to stop, but she might as well have saved her energy. Joe fucked her for a few minutes before he stopped and pulled out. We traded places and Joe held her arms as I fucked her next. And as I did I squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples and Joe forced his cock into her mouth. We worked on her this way for another few minutes before Joe said, “Let’s turn her over, dude.”I pulled out and we turned Christine over onto her stomach. We forced her up onto her hands and knees, then Joe shoved his cock back into her mouth and started fucking her that way while I fucked her doggie style. Another few minutes of this, then Joe wanted to switch again. I went around in front of her, grabbed two handfuls of her hair, and started fucking her mouth. Joe fucked her pussy for about a minute, then pulled out and shoved his cock up her ass. We fucked her together like this for several more minutes, until finally we both came, me shooting my load into her mouth and Joe coming in her ass.When we were done, we collapsed onto the bed, all three of us, and just lay there for a while. Finally, Christine, laying between us, said, “You guys are assholes.””Aw come on, sis,” Joe said. “Don’t be a bad egg. Ben and I were just having a little fun. Didn’t you have fun?””I asked you guys to stop. You should have stopped.””Well, I guess we couldn’t help ourselves. After all, you’re totally hot, Christine. Besides, we didn’t think you’d mind.””You didn’t think I would MIND? You guys are my brothers, for crying out loud. Why would you think I wouldn’t mind?”Joe shrugged and said, “You let all those other dudes do it. You know, the guys you make those internet porn videos with?””Shit,” Christine said.”And we just figured,” Joe went on, “that if you’re willing to slut yourself up with all those other dudes, then you’d be willing to let your darling brothers have a little bit of the action too. It’s only fair, isn’t it? I think it’s fair.”Christine clicked her tongue, sighed, then turned her head and looked at Joe, then at me.”You could have at least asked first,” she said.She sounded sad and disappointed, but it was at that moment that I knew we were going to get away with what we’d done. And not only that, but we’d probably get some more from her in the future. I was finally able to let myself relax about this whole thing, and admit to myself that Joe had been right; it was totally worth it.