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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Hard Boiled Incest 1
Universe: Passions of the Perverted
Summary: PI Daryl Bickham's twis sister has a revelation, and Daryl
discovers the joys of incest.
Keywords: MF, inc, oral, ws, comedy

   Disclaimer

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  Anime,
it is.  Hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assauged.  No one gets fucked up
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have n o correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present



   HARD BOILED INCEST: FOUNDING THE FIRM

   I sat in my study worshiping the god of hot coffee when someone started
banging on my front door.  I growled and shoved my chair away from my desk.
Then I adjusted myself to make sure no unsightly bulges were showing that
shouldn't.

   "Coming," I said, trying not to sound the way I felt.  I'd just spent a
long night with my ex, cheating on the poor sap who had taken my place, and
I was still trying to burn the nasty taste of her out of my mouth.

   I reached the door in three long-legged strides.  I opened the door with
what I hoped was a business like smile, but that evaporated as soon as I
recognized the face grinning up at me.  I found myself staring into the big
blue vacant eyes of my twin sister.

   "Daryl," she squealed, and threw herself at me, forcing me back from the
door, which she adroitly pulled shut behind her.  By the time I had
recovered my balance she had her arms wrapped around my neck.  Then she
kissed me in a way that should be reserved for only the most intimate--and
unrelated--acquaintances.

   "Sharyl?" I tried to gurgle around the tongue wriggling into the deeper
recesses of my throat.  I used my superior strength to push her to arm's
length.  "What the fuck was that?" I demanded.

   "What's wrong, Daryl?" she pouted.  Then she loosened the top two
buttons on her blouse.  "Don't you find me attractive?"

   I sought to ignore the proud white mounds of cleavage she had just
revealed and kept talking tough, "Give me a break, Sis.  That line is old
and tired, and I'm not feeling too well myself.  Out with it.  What's
heated up your panties all of a sudden?"

   I found her leaning in for another foray into brother/sister intimacy, I
pushed her shoulders downwards and sat her down in the client chair in
front of my desk.  Then I sat back on my desk on one hip and gave her my
sternest "big brother" look.

   "Okay, sis.  What's going on.  What's this all about?  Aren't you the
same girl who always closes the bedroom door when you change your socks for
fear I might impugn your modesty?  Why, all of a sudden, have you decided
to go haywire on me?"

   Without a word, she lunged out of the chair and at my crotch.  The chair
went reeling back into my filing cabinet while I was thrown flat on my back
with my head dangling over the other side of my desk.  I struggled to sit
up.  Meanwhile she unzipped my trousers and was on a private fishing
expedition.

   "My psychic counselor helped me," she exclaimed.  "She released the
inner demon that's held me back all these years.  She hypnotized me.  I was
supposed to regress back to my past lives, but when we got back to an
important event in my childhood it was you and me playing doctor, just as
Mom walked into the room and had a major hissy fit.  That's why I've never
been able to have an orgasm."

   "Sharyl," I tried to interrupt, finally able to sit back up.  "We don't
really need to go there." But Sharyl shut me up by ripping my boxer shorts
at the seams of the little flap meant to provide access, then she dove for
my dick.

   "Don't you see, Daryl?" she exclaimed victoriously.  "That's the key to
my whole life.  It's why I've never been able to have a sustained
relationship.  I've always secretly hungered to finish that game of
Doctor."

   "Here!" she squealed in triumph as she found my turgid, erect and rigid
cock-rod.  Then she said, "Let me take your pulse." and damned near
swallowed me whole.

   It was my turn to squeal.  Her hand was cold and her teeth were like
sharp little spikes.

   "Sharyl!  Stop that."

   "Why?" she sneered around a mouthful of my cock, then pulled up and off
of me, making a thrill of pleasure ripple through my cock and up my spine
as she did.  "You're the one who has had all the fun.  You're a rapacious
lecherous philanderer, and everybody knows it."

   I felt her swallow me down her throat again.  I half tried to push her
away but realized all her weeks in the gym had paid off.  The only way I
could get her to release my cock would be to accept of fate of singing
soprano, and that's one price I was not willing to pay.

   "Ouch!" I grunted.  "That hurts.  Stop it."

   "Hammmmpf!" she sneered and clenched her jaws tighter.  I gasped at the
pain.  I was in real trouble now.  I was starting to like it, and couldn't
stop myself from hunching forward into her mouth.  I knew I was in danger
of losing one of the last few moral restrictions I had left.  I had no
choice but to play my trump card.  "Sharyl, if you don't stop this right
now, I'm gonna tell."

   Sharyl froze.  She pulled off my throbbing tool and looked up at me with
a long trail fo saliva connecting the tip of my cock and her mouth.  "Tell
who?" She asked.

   "I'll tell Mom," I threatened in the harshest and most mature voice I
could muster.

   Sharyl backed off, zipped my pants back up and stood up so fast it was
as if she had never done anything untoward.  Except for one thing.  She
hadn't stuffed me back into my pants properly.

   "EEEEARRRGH!" I screamed.  Any semblance of my rugged persona dissipated
in a haze of blinding pain.  As soon as she realized what had happened
Sharyl was back down on her knees and trying to extricate my best parts
from the metal zipper.  It took a minute that seemed like an eternity for
her to get me unzipped again.

   "Ohh," she cooed.  "I am so sorry.  Here, Daryl.  Let me kiss it and
make me better."

   This time I didn't say a word as she took my now shrunken member back
into her mouth and washed it with her saliva.  It felt so good as the pain
dissipated and was replaced it with both relief and pleasure.  After the
severe pain, her soothing tongue was like heaven.  I realized I had no will
to resist and happily began sinking into a new level of moral depravity,
but something else came into play that I figured would save me.  "Sharyl,"
I said, "I gotta pee."

   This had just the opposite effect I had expected.  Instead of releasing
me, she suckled me deeper.  "Fuck it," I muttered, and just as I started to
harden again, I let loose my piss right into my little sister's vacuuming
mouth.  This was evidently fine with her because she began sucking my cock
with even greater enthusiasm.  She drew me into her throat again and I was
pissing directly into her stomach.  She seemed to like that because she
began to revert to her obviously unpracticed toothsome blowjob.

   This time, instead of trying to stop her, I just said between a
succession of sighs, "Go easy, sis.  I was just mutilated.  Try not to use
your teeth so much."

   Happy to have won her battle, she acquiesced and gnawed at me less
savagely.  She evidently had no intention of actually covering her teeth.
The over-riding fact that melted away any complaints or reserve was that
she was hungry for me, and I always appreciate that in a woman.  I like it
when a woman goes after my rod because she likes it, and not just because
it's expected or the polite thing to do.  Sharyl seemed to truly enjoy
sucking a hard cock, even if it was pissing into her tummy at the same
time.

   As the delicious relief of pissing began to be edged out by a desire to
cum, I reached down and grabbed my sister by her curly blond hair, twined
it around my fingers and began fucking into her mouth.  She didn't seem to
like that so much, but if she wanted to fuck around with me, it had to be
at least partially on my terms and I liked fucking a slut's face.  Mind
you, I'm the only one who could call my sis a slut and get away with it.

   "Suck it, bitch, " I commanded.  "If you're going to be a brother
fucking whore, then you're going to get face fucked.  Either fuck me back
or get your hot sweet mouth raped like it should have been years ago."

   She looked up at me then.  I should have been scared, because what I saw
in her eyes was akin to adoration.  Unfortunately, I've never been smart
that way and only felt a surge of joy when she ground down on my cock till
I felt her lips tickling my pubic hair.  I gasped and held her tight by the
back of her head, then began fucking her mouth and throat in a frenzy. 
Maybe it was the thought of fucking my own sister like a whore, but I began
spurting thick ropes of semen down her nasty throat almost immediately. 
She knew how to handle it, I can say that for her.  She did me proud the
way she took every last drop.  When I released her, she pulled back
gasping, but happy as a stuffed clam.  She looked nasty with the thick
strands of mucous hanging down her cheeks.  I smiled.

   "Had enough?" I challenged her.

   It was stupid, I know.  Siblings should never dare their immediate
rivals like that.  Sharyl proved that assessment when she unbuttoned the
rest of the buttons on her blouse and magically shucked her bra.  I watched
as her firm round tits sprang up and my mouth began to water.

   "Great tits," I said.

   It was her turn to smile.

   She then stood and pulled my face between the valley of those beautiful
pink tipped milk mounds and whispered in a husky voice.  "You want to suck
your little sister's titties."

   "Hell yes." I growled and shifted my mouth to her right breast.  I
sucked it hard and she groaned as I nipped and licked at her erect nipples.
Sharyl's breasts aren't really all that big, probably somewhere about a 34,
but they're perfectly shaped.  I found she had just about of mouthful of
flesh for me to work on.  That was fine by me too.  I switched and kissed
and licked at the other mound too.  She pulled me to her and it was her
turn to growl, "Suck it, Daryl.  Suck my titty."

   I was happy to oblige and was soon switching back and forth with quick
regularity.

   When she had enough she pulled my face up from her tits and I was once
again looking down into her eyes.

   "Wanna fuck?" she asked bluntly.

   She kissed me then, before I even had a chance to answer.  It was a
mucous nasty kiss, but if that's what it took to get my cock properly
planted up her puss, I was willing to put up with it.

   "Are you going to cum inside me?" she asked.

   "That's the plan," I grinned.

   "You are so nasty," she giggled, then hiked her skirt up and showed me
her naked pussy.

   "Look, Daryl, no panties."

   "No hair either," I commented, seeing she had shaved her pubes.

   "Don't you like it?" she asked.

   I answered by grabbing her by her round firm ass cheeks and hiking her
up, Sonny Corleone-style and spliced my cock deep into her naked cunt. 
"Ohhhhhh!" she mewled as she sunk down onto my prick.  "Fuck me, big
brother.  Treat me like your little whore.  I'll love you for it."

   That spiked my ardor even more and I began drilling her tight cunt.  I
could tell it hadn't been used much.  She was virgin tight.  My eyes rolled
back in my head as I felt her spasm around me, convulsing quickly into an
orgasm that had her screaming and crying while I bounced her harshly up and
down on my prick.

   I admit to a steak of sado-masachism.  It's pretty much a job
requirement for my line of work.  It came out then.  I shifted one hand to
delve in between her ass cheeks and punched my forefinger up past her
wrinkled little asshole and up inside the smooth interior of her anal
canal. That made her yelp and beg for me to stop, but I drove my finger
even deeper instead.  Her body couldn't lie to me, though.  This sparked
another cock-clenching orgasm for her and she was soon sobbing into my neck
with "Yes!" instead of "No!"

   Feeling her sphincter start squeezing my finger in time with her
snapping pussy on my cock did the trick for me and I kissed her deeply as I
once again pulsed a dose of baby making brother seed into her fertile womb.

   She could only cum and moan in return and slumped against me as she came
off the sex high cock ride.  Lethargy hit me too and I let her go, dumping
her rump-first onto the floor with a loud thump.

   "Ouch," she cried, looking up at me with a little girl pout.  I just
fell back onto my desk and sat there panting.

   Sharyl rubbed her sore butt and said, "You're mean!"

   "Fuck, sis, you already knew that.  But Jeez, you've got a tight snatch.
You must have been telling the truth when you said you couldn't maintain a
relationship.  A pussy that tight, you must not have had a decent fuck in
years."

   "Of course I was telling the truth," she said as she lay back onto the
hardwood floor.  "And the swami was right.  I've had the first orgasm of my
life and it's wonderful."

   Then she sat back up with a quick jerk.  "And I want more," she purred.
Then she was back on me like a pesky pussycat and began smothering me with
kisses.

   "Hold on, Sis.  I need time to recover.  But don't worry, now that I've
had a feel of that little cunt, I'm gonna go to work on loosening it up
real good.  Your tight little asshole too.  But you've gotta get in line
just like all the rest of my bitches."

   She slapped me hard and sharp then.  I glared at her and she glared
right back.  "I don't wait in line, Daryl." Then she grabbed my limp dick
and gave it a studied look.  "From now on all your other 'bitches' get to
line up behind me.  If you've got anything left after I'm done with it, you
can spread your nasty smelly sperm anywhere you like, but I get mine
first."

   "So if I want to get some more of that sister pussy, you're taking over
my sex life?"

   "That's about it, stud," she said, not wavering.

   A real tough guy would have tossed her out the door.  A smart PI would
have negotiated for a better deal.  Me, I just nodded my head yes and said,
"Alright, sis, but that means you've gotta put out on call too."

   Seeing her eyes light up should have warmed my heart.  Instead it sent
an eerie chill up my spine.  A little smile played over her lips and she
kissed me again.

   "I've got another idea, Daryl." She was jacking me off as she spoke and
I felt my dick start to come back to life.

   "What's that?" I asked., and answered her with a kiss with one of my
own.

   "I want to help you with your investigation business.  I want to keep
this dick of yours in easy reach.  The best way to do that would be to work
right beside you."

   "You can't be serious," I said.

   "I mean it," she said.

   "If what you really want is a bullet in the head you might be right. 
I'm not in the mood for a permanent partner, Sis."

   "I can tell that from your marital history," she countered,
intentionally probing a sore spot.  "That notwithstanding, I think we could
make a good team.  I have people skills.  You have none.  You know the
city, the dirt and grime of it.  I know the garden clubs and I'm an
upstanding member of the Sorority of New Age Wiccans.  I have a library
card.  You know how to hack into naughty people's backgrounds.  I think we
could make a good team."

   "Can you take a solid punch to the jaw, sis?  Does it bother you when
people use profanity describing your mother?  Do you like scar tissue and
bruises in steady doses?  I hope so, 'cause that's what you get to deal
with on a daily basis."

   "Oh, pooh, Daryl.  That's part of your job description, not mine.  I say
let's give it a try.  If it works, my name goes up on the door along with
yours.  If not, what do you have to lose?"

   I offered my hand.  She took it.  A deal was made.  The team of Wickham
and Wickham was born.

   ~~~finis~~~~