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 Archive name: happens.txt (bro/sis, inc, first)
 Authors name: Dr. V More (FBQX46A@prodigy.com)
 Story title : IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME

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 It Happens All the Time
 by Dr. V More (FBQX46A@prodigy.com)

                            **


   "Look around and tell me if I'm right.  You see
 people like this all over, couples who are so similar
 to each other they could be twins."  I grinned at my
 tomboy sister, Kim.  "Only their sexes are changed to
 protect the innocent."

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   We were standing, straddling our bicycles, in front
 of a white ranch house at the far side of our subdivi-
 sion.  Beside their door there was a name plate that,
 in some sort of Gothic script said, "The McGillicudy's"
 and had a drawing of a tree. 

   "Remember two summers ago?  I was staying at Uncle
 Bob's and Aunt Meredith's.  I saw the same sign.  They
 were the same people, too."

   "When I stayed at Grandma's?  So?"

   I saw the door open behind the screen.  I whispered,
 "Don't let on about anything."

   She shrugged.  At this point, what was there to let
 onto?

   "Can I help you kids?" the man of the house said. He
 was young, chubby, with red hair and close set eyes.
 While he approached us, a lady came out on the porch.
 She was also red-haired and a little overweight.  It
 looked better on her.

   He smiled, but I could tell he was putting on an act.
 He didn't know these two kids on his sidewalk.  He
 wasn't sure if we were delinquents or what. 

   "Hi," I said.  "I'm David Johnson.  I saw the moving
 vans last week and thought I'd come by and see if you
 needed your lawn mowed.  I also shovel snow in the
 winter."

   Mr. McGillicudy grinned.  "Sorry kids.  I usually
 handle all that myself."

   I looked disappointed.  "OK.  Hey, where'd you move
 from?"

   "Indiana," he said.

   "Welcome to the neighborhood," I said.  Kim and I
 got on our bikes and rode off. 

   Two blocks away we pulled over in a little park.  It
 was too early to go home, Mom was still in one of her
 moods and we knew better than being around the house
 if we could help it.  

   "Indiana, my ass. They lived in Bolton, Pennsylvania.
 It was a big old house with that sign out front.  And
 they both called the old guy in the wheelchair 'dad.'
 They're brother and sister."

   "Are you sure?  I mean, the old man could have been
 the father of one of them and, like, the father-in-law
 of the other."

   "No, it was brother and sister. I'm sure of it. They
 even look alike." 

   Kim nodded.  "Ick."

   "Think about it.  Maybe they couldn't get dates.
 They're not too good looking, y'know. They start doing
 it with each other and, when their dad dies, they
 decide to keep doing it.  All they have to do is move
 to a place where no one knows them and pretend they're
 married.  They don't even have to change their name.
 It's perfect."

   "Perfect?  It's gross!"

   "Yeah.  It's gross, but it's the perfect crime or
 whatever."

   "It's still sick."

                             **

   Three years passed.  I got my license to drive and
 Kim, who was a year younger but better at managing
 money than I, went in fifty-fifty with me on a car.
 Some of the kids at school thought it was nerdy to own
 an old junker with one's sister, but it was transpor-
 tation.  We could get out of the house easier and
 farther away. Besides, Kim and I never did what the
 other kids did.  We were always on the outside.  

   Kim was the jock and I was the bookworm.  I read all
 the time and Kim played games, worked at the golf
 course, and was on all the teams.  We were both escap-
 ing a household without a father and a mother who was
 often drunk, depressed, or living with a boyfriend.  I
 got teased about it a lot, but if anyone tried that
 with Kim, she'd kick their ass.

   Although she was sixteen, a year younger than I, we
 were the same height.  Her shoulders were broader than
 mine and her voice just as deep.  The kids at school
 thought she was a lesbian and I knew that hurt her. No
 guy had ever asked her out, probably because she was
 tougher than they were.  It wasn't like she was ugly.
 She had a nice face, long dirty-blond hair, and great,
 athletic legs.

   Her looks weren't wasted on one person.  Gerald, our
 Mom's new boyfriend.  I saw how he looked at her and I
 didn't like it.  I never did like the guy.  He always
 teased me about reading LORD OF THE RINGS and things
 like that, but that was pretty petty stuff compared to
 what he tried with Kim.

   It was a hot August day when Kim came in from her
 morning softball practice. She was dripping with sweat
 and the outline of her jog bra could be seen through
 her t-shirt.  I must admit I also looked at her with
 a little lust, although I didn't think of it what way
 at the time. Gerald, who had been drinking all morning,
 couldn't keep his eyes off my sister.  I knew trouble
 was brewing.

   "Hey Dungeons and Dragons boy," he said to me, slur-
 ring.  "Why don't you run to the store and get me
 another six-pack?"  He pulled a bill out of his wallet
 and threw it at me.  It fluttered to the ground.  I
 picked it up.  A hundred.  They must have just cashed
 their Welfare checks, and Gerald had all the money.

   "I'm too young," I said.

   "Y'look old enuff," he growled.

   He was right.  I had bought for him and Mom before.
 So had Kim, in fact.  I went out to my car.

   Pulling out of the driveway it hit me.  Gerald was
 alone with Kim.  Mom was at work, another under-the-
 table waitressing job that she would keep until her
 drinking got her into trouble.  I drove to the end of
 the block, turned, and parked. Kim's softball bat was
 in the back seat.  I took it with me.

   I snuck in through the back door.  Gerald wasn't in
 the living room, where I had left him.  He probably
 went to sleep in his and Mom's room.  I felt silly,
 having been so paranoid.  I peeked around the corner
 to the bathroom and saw the door was ajar.  Kim always
 closed it when she showered.  I could hear the water
 rushing, so I knew she was still in there.  I crept up
 the hall, my worry increasing.  

   There was the noise of a shower curtain being pulled
 aside and a shriek.  I rushed forward and saw my fear
 made real. Gerald, naked, beefy, and hairy, had jumped
 into the shower and was grabbing Kim, who was fighting
 him off.  I swung the bat, missing his head, but wal-
 loping his shoulder. 

   He turned, red with alcohol, rage, lust, and pain.
 I tried to hit him again with the bat but he caught
 it.

   "Interfering son of a----ooof." Kim had ended his
 sentence for him by hammering her knee into his balls.
 He collapsed into the tub.  Kim jumped out, naked and
 wet.  She snatched the bat from his loose hands and
 pointed to the door. 

   "Out," she said. I paused. What the hell, I thought,
 he deserved whatever he got. I left them alone.

   A minute later she emerged.  In her bathrobe and
 still carrying the bat.  

   "We gotta get out of here," she said.

   I don't know if she killed Gerald or just hurt him.
 She wasn't sure either. Later she told me she had hit
 him twice on the head.  I knew she'd hit hard.  She
 was the leading hitter on her team. 

   While she dressed I got the money from Gerald's
 wallet, my own, and packed a bag.  She had the same
 thing in mind, carrying an overstuffed duffel bag.  

   "I'll go get the car," I said.  That was the last
 thing either of us said until we were in the next
 state.  

                           **

   In August the days are long and we drove all day and
 well past dark. I was tired and Kim was asleep beside
 me in the front seat.  Ahead was a motel.

   I pulled in and Kim awoke.  We both went in to re-
 gister, signing it, in our fatigue, David and Kim
 Johnson, our real names. 

   The clerk, a round old man, leered.  "You look like
 a happy young couple.  I hope you have a good stay."

   We said nothing. Confused. I didn't think we looked
 happy.  I didn't need to wonder why he thought we were
 a couple, Kim was fair while I was lean and dark-
 haired, with glasses.

   In the room Kim took a very long shower.  I sort of
 dozed on my bed.  I didn't want to go to sleep until
 she came out.  I was worried about her, but I was also
 hoping to get a peek at her body again.  During all
 the chaos that morning I saw Kim naked for the first
 time since we were small children and bathed together.
 I was surprised at how large her breasts were.  She
 nearly always wore a jog-bra and loose clothes.

   Thinking about Kim that way, I nodded off.  I awoke
 in a rush.  The room's lights were off, except for the
 bathroom light, and Kim had climbed in my bed.

   "Is this OK?" Kim asked. "I don't want to be alone."

   I put my arm around her.  She was wearing an over-
 sized t-shirt and I was disappointed.  Half-asleep, I
 imagined her body underneath the shirt.  I wondered
 about it. Wondered how it would feel.  Amazed and
 excited that I was consciously thinking of my own
 sister that way.  I admit, there were times when I had
 noticed that my sister was a sexy little piece, but I
 had suppressed those thoughts. I was a good boy--right.

   I didn't even realize I had an erection until Kim
 hugged me more tightly and I felt it as my body press
 against hers.

   "What's this?" she said.  There was something in her
 voice I hadn't heard before.

   "Hmm?" I feigned innocence.  Maybe she would think
 it was from a dream I was having.

   She pressed against me a little harder.  "Remember
 the McGillicudy's?" she asked.

   "Huh?  Who?"

   "That couple you thought were brother and sister?"

   "Yeah."

   "Remember when you told me about them?  I didn't
 really think it was gross."

   I said nothing.  I was fourteen at the time and
 thought it was weird. Then I forgot about it.

   "I was so young then.  I wondered if you were going
 to come on to me. That night I couldn't sleep because
 I thought you were going to come in and seduce me."

   "I wouldn't have," I started.

   "I would have let you."

   The seconds stretched into minutes.  My erection
 became painfully hard.  Finally she spoke.  "Retard,
 I'm saying we could right now."  And her hand closed
 over my penis.

   Our mouths met.  I had never kissed a girl before.
 Our tongues slid against each other's and I knew that
 we weren't going to stop.

   I pulled back the covers so I could see her.  Under
 her t-shirt I could see her nipples strain against the
 fabric.  I put my hands on her hips and rolled the
 shirt up, exposing a flat stomach.  The little navel,
 cute when she was a little girl, was sexy and inviting
 now.  Her tits were next.  Very round, with tiny, pale
 pink nipples--almost too small for such large breasts.
 It was not yet a woman's chest, pulled down by gravity.
  
   I let go of the shirt and leaned over her.  As I
 lowered my face to the waiting little nub she arched
 her back up toward me, filling my mouth with firm,
 smooth flesh. 

   "God," she muttered, pushing harder against me.  Her
 strong hands pulled my shirt over my head and I backed
 off, removing the sweat pants I used as pajama bottoms.

   We both sat, looking at each other, naked.  A pink
 blush covered her chest.  One nipple was wet from my
 tongue.  Lower, her bush was already moist.  I could
 see the low light reflect off the dew-dropped hair
 that protected her virgin cunt.

   Kim giggled.  "I think I made it through puberty
 thinking of this night ,"  she said. I grinned, flat-
 tered.

   "You know I've never done anything like this," I
 said unnecessarily.

   "Me neither."

   "I don't really know where to start."  I put my hand
 on her tit again, rolling her nipple under my thumb.
 It was still slippery and hard.  

   "I want to do everything I've seen on the Internet,"
 she said. "Surprised you, didn't I?"  With that she
 pushed my chest and I lay down again.  With the sheets
 around her ankles she bent over me.

   "Didn't Gerald have the tiniest cock?" she said,
 taking mine in her hand.  She licked the tip of it,
 generously lubricating it with her saliva.  She blew
 on it, a light puff that sent chills down my spine.
 "And yours is as big as I'd hoped it would be."

   Her head bowed over my groin, taking me in, first
 the head, then the shaft.  I felt ready to explode.
 Her knowledge of sex turned me on to no end.

   Her blond head bobbed up and down.  Her tongue, the
 roof of her mouth, all the soft parts of her mouth
 pulled me along toward an orgasm.  My first with
 someone else, my first with my sister!

   The tension grew and I gritted my teeth.  Kim
 plunged her mouth down as far as she could just at
 the moment I came.  Sucking hard while I spurted, I
 could feel her drain me.

   "Jesus," I said.  Kim sidled up to me and kissed me
 on the mouth.

   "Like the taste?"  she asked.  

   "Not really, but I liked the blow job."

   "More for me," she grinned.  "Time to return the
 favor."

   I liked that idea.  I had always wanted to try lick-
 ing pussy.  

   "Not so hard," Kim said when I started, but that
 soon gave way to moans .  I took it slowly.  First
 nipping the inside of her muscular thighs, then licking
 the damp lips of her cunt.  She pushed herself against
 me and my tongue parted the folds of her tender flesh.
 A couple experimental licks and I had the rhythm.  My
 sister's clitoris stiffened against my tongue.  I could
 feel the contrast of her smooth, slippery sex against
 my taste buds.

   In no time at all her whole body shook, pouting
 noises came from her barely parted lips.  Suddenly she
 stiffened, her strong legs scissoring hard against my
 head.  Her orgasm was accompanied by a shriek.

   The pressure on my head lessened.  Kim's body shook
 in waves of passing orgasm.  On impulse, after the
 tremors has almost stopped.  I licked her engorged
 clitoris one more time.  She shook as she came as
 violently as the first time.

   "Big brother," she murmured a minute later.  "My big
 brother."

   We dozed for a bit, the driving had worn us out, but
 our sexual excitement roused us when our naked bodies
 touched in our sleep.  Turning to face me, Kim started
 to rub her groin against my leg, straddling it with her
 legs.  I woke to this stimulation and pulled her on top
 of me.  My erection was back and I was ready for more.

   "Slowly," she said.  She found my dick with her hand
 and put it against the lips of her snatch.  She was wet
 there, and our first attempt didn't go inside her, but
 slipped out, like a watermelon seed between one's
 fingers.

   She laughed, I smiled, and she tried again. This time
 I entered her slowly and smoothly, no hymen, no
 resistance--it must have been all the sports she did--
 just a couple gasps from my sister as she drew in quick
 breaths.  She let out her breath in one big sigh as I
 withdrew a few inches.  I pushed in again and she
 shrieked.

   With her on top of me, I pulled her close, bending
 my head forward to take a nipple in my mouth. "Davey,"
 she breathed and started bucking up and down.  

   It hadn't been very long since the last time I came,
 so I was slow in coming.  Kim, on the other hand, went
 off like a rocket.  She collapsed on me, mashing her
 tits against my face.

   I withdrew and rolled us over so she was on her back
 and I was on top. She may have come, but I was just
 getting started.  I inserted myself into her again and
 started thrusting away.  She moaned, rocking from side
 to side.

   I kept up my rhythm until I felt my balls get ready
 to explode.  I pulled out and moved up to her torso.
 Grabbing a tit in each hand, I pushed them together
 with my prick between them.  Her juices lubricated the
 smooth skin of her firm breasts and I tit-fucked her
 for a few strokes before coming, blowing my seed all
 over her neck and chest.

   "Ooof," I said as I slid off her.  "I've wanted to
 do that since you first started showing cleavage.

   Kim snickered.  "I knew you were peeking, you per-
 vert."  She tickled me and we became brother and
 sister again for a minute, tickling and pillow
 fighting. 

                            **

   I kept an eye on the newspapers and never saw any-
 thing about Gerald dying, so I guess he had a pretty
 hard head.  We weren't wanted criminals, but we wanted
 nothing to do with our so-called home.

   With the money we had saved and what I took from
 Gerald's wallet, we set ourselves up as a young
 married couple in California.  We got jobs, faked
 diplomas, took evening college courses--the same
 things lots of young couples do.  We just happened to
 be doing it incestuously.

   Thinking about it, I'm sure it happens all the time.
 Brother and sister, living as a married couple.  It's
 more than just us and the McGillicudy's. Its gotta be.
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