An Ode to Lust Ch. 01

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Note: – All characters in this story are of or above the age of eighteen. It is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to a person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This story has a strong proclivity towards incest, between brothers and sisters and aunt and nephew. If this bothers you, in any sorts, please turn away immediately.

Thanks to ‘Anonymous’ for delivering me the idea of this work.

Enjoy!

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Have you ever imagined how sometimes, in a moment your whole life that you know turns upside down? Have you ever felt it? If not, then you are in luck. If you have…well, just hear me out then.

It was a dark stormy night, a month before my nineteenth birthday when it all started. It is not a ghost story, if that is what you are wondering. I don’t even know what to name it. Let’s just call it ‘Early Experiences’ for now.

Anyway, back to the story. As I was saying, it all started when I accidentally started spying on Miss Evelyn Rochford when she was alone in her room.

Okay, that came out wrong again.

Let’s start with myself. My name is Robert Kinsley. At the time I am speaking of, I was eighteen years old, tall, lean, athletic, with a slight hint of six packs—or at least I pretended to think I had six packs. Though I didn’t outwardly present a manly appearance, I am however, gifted with a cock far too big and prodigious for a lad of my age.

I lived in an old villa in a small fishing village in Cornwall with my mum and my two sisters. Kate was a year older than me. Emily was my twin sister. My dad was a sailor in the royal navy who died in the sea. Even though he had left us with an inheritance, it was soon starting to diminish.

The money which had remained was saved for our college. Mum earned a living by working in a local store, which was just enough for all of us to live by. So, as you can see, life was pretty fucked up for me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my family more than anything but I also wanted to get out of this middle-of-nowhere-piece-of-shit-place more than anyone else. The only way I could do that is if I got a scholarship and I was studying hard for it. Little did I know that the life as I know it was going to change pretty soon.

One day, I was returning home from my school, as usual. The school I studied in was about 9 miles away, on the other side of a small hillock. I had to walk the whole way on foot as I didn’t own a bicycle. Cream over cake, it was pouring torrentially that day. As you can guess, I was having a heck of a day. As I neared my house I spotted an old Honda Civic parked behind our own old dusty, bulbous Chevy truck. I groaned. I had thought about having mum make me a cup of hot cocoa and tea but now that we have a guest in our house, I don’t think that was going to happen anytime soon.

I walked in and saw mum sitting on the sofa chatting animatedly with a young girl. She had her back towards me so I couldn’t see her face. Thinking maybe she was one of mum’s friends in the town, I proceeded towards my room without pausing.

‘Robert, honey,’ mum said, making me stop. ‘I was just waiting for you. Come here, dear. I want you to you meet with someone. This is Evelyn Rochford. She’ll be staying with us.’

The girl finally turned to look towards me and my jaw dropped instantly. She was downright gorgeous! She had jet black hair, reaching below her ears, blue eyes and a figure that would definitely attract more than a few gazes if she were to walk down the road in any given day. She was wearing tight blue jeans, ankle length boots and a brown leather jacket over a white tank top.

She smiled when she saw me and I saw her perfect pearlescent teeth. She raised her hand towards me and for a moment I just stared dumbly at her. Finally I realized what I was supposed to do and when we shook hands I seemed to be mellowed under her touch.

Mum told me that she’d put an ad up at The Times a few weeks ago about letting the upstairs bedroom for rent and Evelyn had answered for it. She told me that Evelyn is a freelance writer, from Essex, and is currently working on a novel. So she needed some place to stay which would be both quiet and cheap until fall, and this place fit the description.

Before I continue, I must first describe the house. It is a Victorian styled villa three storeys high and almost belonged to the Neanderthal age. It was once owned by a wealthy tea merchant, working for the East India Company, and sold it to my grandfather before he left the country. Since then, it had been rarely been renovated other than some patchwork here and there. And after dad died, even that stopped and now, it had turned into its current dilapidated state. Most of the rooms were covered in mould or rot and were too unsafe to live in. We basically lived only in the east portion, in five bedrooms, one downstairs, four upstairs, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a loft. Mom sleeps downstairs, and I and my sisters had occupied one room each upstairs.

There was not a single home for miles around. Not that we owned an estate casino şirketleri or anything. It’s just that, nobody bothered to build their house in such a lonely, desolated place. The back of the house overlooked a huge lake, surrounded by small hills on the three sides, providing a good view of the sunset from our rooms. The east and west side of the forest were covered in thick, dark forest.

It might seem like a very liveable place, but it wasn’t. Believe me it wasn’t. I have no idea why even the lumberjacks haven’t found this place yet. If Evelyn would come to stay here, she is either looking for the cheapest and loneliest accommodation in whole England or she must be a very wanted person in Scotland Yard.

I protested, telling her that it will be odd living with a stranger in the same floor, but mum just said that we needed the money. At first, I was angry, but then complied, when I thought about living in the same house with someone as hot as Evelyn for the whole summer. Maybe it would even turn out good for me.

So it was done. We emptied a room for her and prepped a bed and other essential necessities.

The day she moved in, I went in to check if she was doing okay. I opened the door to her room, and immediately stopped fast. Evelyn was by her bed, leaning over her suitcase, her bubbly butt protruding up towards me.

I stood there transfixed, watching her round, arse stretching the fabric of her jeans. Never in my life have I seen a shapelier butt, nor I had I still. I can bet every quid I have on that. I realized that I was staring at her butt for too long and cleared my throat and knocked on the door twice. She turned and I asked her if she needed anything. She answered in no and I left. The image of her bountiful bubbies remained in my mind and it was all that I kept thinking about pretty much for the rest of the day.

Also, I couldn’t evade the fact about the way my body was reacting to this. It was the first time I saw a female butt up this close. Yes, there were other girls in my school, but none of them came even close to define what Evelyn has. She was, in truth, a very seductive creature.

I decided to investigate further. I realized that if I wanted to know the depth of the lake, you need to take a swim in it. And this is one lake I couldn’t wait to wet my body in.

***

I always looked out for some opportunity, even an hour of isolation, whence I could get a chance to know her better. And one day, on a Friday, as I came back from school, I found the house empty. There was a note on the fridge saying that mom and Evelyn had gone to the grocery store in the next town. The nearest town was twenty miles out and I knew that it would take them at least an hour to return.

This is exactly the moment I was waiting for. I quietly sneaked into Evelyn’s room and shut the door behind me. The room was surprisingly tidy. The bed was kept spic and span with clean white sheets laid upon it. Beside it there was a small table under the window, stacked with books, novels, guidebooks and her rough drafts. On the west wall, there was a small cupboard which she was using as a makeshift almirah. I walked up to it and pulled open the top drawer. Voila! It was filled with her lingerie, neatly folded and stacked one upon another. I took one out, a pink lacy one. I couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful she would look wearing it. I took out a brassiere and felt the underside of the cup.

I felt a sort of stirring in my loins which was feeling both thrilling and palpitating. I replaced the panties back in her drawer and closed it. Then I went to her desk and sat on the chair. I pulled the first drawer. It was filled with pencils, pens and ink bottles. I pulled the second one and found a leather bound diary. I opened it and found her name written I beautiful calligraphy—Evelyn Rochford. I turned the first page and started reading the first entry.

Halfway through the seventh entry, I knew as much about her as I needed to. And I got to say, she is a very interesting girl! She was more than what meets the eye.

Suddenly I heard the main door open and close and I heard mum and Evelyn chatting and laughing. I felt the blood freeze in my body. I was so much engaged in my fantasy, I lost track of time.

I put the diary back in the drawer, but in my hurry, I hit my elbow at the edge of the table and accidentally knocked all the papers off the table. For a moment I stood there dazed. I could hear Evelyn’s footsteps. My trance broke when she reached the top of the stairs. I quickly gathered up all the pages from the floor and put them on the table. She was at the door now, and I saw the door handle slowly turning. I knew I was out of time and out of hiding places. Any moment she would walk in and find me in her room. Her own landlady’s son sneaking through her stuff in her absence, it would be a nightmare.

I had only two choices. I could either risk jumping out of the window and drop two stories down, in which case, I could even break my legs. Or else…

Without wasting any time pondering, I casino firmaları slid under her bed and waited.

The door opened and Evelyn entered the room. She was carrying grocery bags in both hands and she carefully pushed the door using her feet. She put the bags down on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Her feet were mere inches away from my face. My heart was pounding inside my chest and I was sure it could be heard from a mile out. She took off her boots and her socks and then rubbed her sore feet. I dared not take a breath lest I shall alarm her but I could feel the blood boiling in my veins and I felt my prick stretching out in my jeans.

She stood up and then, to both my horror and excitement, she started undressing. First she took off her jacket and dropped it on the back rest of the chair. Then she pulled out her rubber band and combed her hair with her hand, watching as it beautifully flowed between her slim fingers. The third article to come off was her jeans. It was the same navy blue faded ones I’d seen her wearing on the first day. It hugged her body in the most exquisite way, showing off her curves beautifully.

She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper and shimmied out of it. Even though the jeans weren’t a tight fit, she had to struggle a bit to get it off of her voluptuous hips. Now she was clad only in her yellow t-shirt and her underwear.

She caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her body. I greedily devoured her naked charms as they were gradually exhibited before me. Her tits were perfect, neither too big, nor too small. Now I was no expert in breast size at that time but I later found out that she was a C-cup. And from that day on, that size became my most favoured size of all and through all my sexual escapades, all I ever looked for those perfect sizes on another girl.

I looked on to her breasts like a star-gazed child. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Her nipples were small and pointed like a pair of rubies. She hooked her thumbs in the waist-band of her panties and—turning away from me—she slowly peeled them off her glorious derriere and her equally sexy long legs. I felt my heart skip a beat as I was presented to the most marvellous piece of rump—dazzlingly white and shining like satin. As the sun was full upon it and she was still in a stooping position, I could see that below her slit, she was covered in a light patch of dark hair, trimmed carefully.

Turning around, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful flat belly, her tempting tits and the V-shape of her cunt, lightly covered in hair, before she quickly wrapped a towel around her. Holding the towel in one hand, she picked up her discarded clothes and put them in the clothes-bin kept in a corner. Then she left the room to use the bathroom.

And just like that…it was over. I waited for a few more moments before coming out. Looking at her boots, I picked up her socks she had been wearing and sniffed them, taking in the exquisite smell of her feet. Then, putting them back, I picked up the panties from the clothes-bin and brought it up to my nose. The smell was intoxicating. I never smelled anything like that before. I almost fainted. I licked the fabric where her mound had been. She tasted even better. I stuffed it into my pocket before I slipped off the door and hurried towards my room.

***

I closed the door and sat down on my bed. My cock was still achingly hard, straining against my jeans. I undressed quickly and stared down at my erect prick. It had got hard several times before but never this hard. I felt like could cut a log of wood with it.

I pulled out the panties from my pocket and took a long whiff, filling my senses with the amorous scent. If this smells so good, I could only imagine what she would smell like up close. I gripped the base of my cock and started stroking myself. I leaned my head on the pillow and closed my eyes as I ran the images of her changing in her room in my mind over and over.

Just when I was close to come, the door of my room flew open and Emily walked in.

‘Robert!’ she gasped.

See, this was the moment I was talking about at the beginning. Well, it is not exactly the moment—more precisely, one of the moments. But it was the moment which changed the way I looked at my sisters forever.

I scrambled up on the bed, fumbling to cover myself with anything, but the damage was already done. ‘E-Emily! What are you doing here?’ I blurted.

My mind was running miles an hour, trying to conjure up some kind of excuse, but frankly, there wasn’t much you could say when your sister catches you sitting on your bed, naked and stroking his cock.

‘What are YOU doing?’ she asked, clearly shocked.

‘Emily, get out please!’

She hesitated, her eyes fixed upon my prick. I told her to leave again, but she remained still. I had, by now, found a sheet to cover myself with. Finally she closed the door, locking it securely, and walked towards my bed. I gulped, thinking that now I am screwed. But she said nothing and sat down on the edge of the güvenilir casino bed, beside me.

‘What-what are doing, Emily?’ I asked, pulling the sheet closer.

‘I want to see,’ she said. She looked up. ‘I want to see it.’

It was now my turn to be shocked. ‘What?’ I asked.

‘It’s just that…I had never seen a…um, penis before. I heard all the girls talk about it in the school saying how good it is and that they did this and that. So, I want to see it, Robert,’ she said again firmly.

‘You and your friends talk about penises at school?’ I asked, incredulity going riot.

‘That is not the point!’ she said, then with a firmer voice- ‘Show it to me, Robert.’

‘Emily I can’t exactly show it to you, you know that.’

‘Come on, just one time please! I won’t tell anyone, I swear.’

‘Emily, this is a private thing. It is not something a girl should watch, definitely not when the girl is your sister.’

We argued back and forth for a long time but she was hell-bent to see my cock. She even once started to yank the sheet off of me. I tugged it back with all my force. She lost her grip and fell down.

‘Emily, that’s enough. Leave my room at once!’

She stood up, her lips shaking. She turned to leave, but stopped, and turned back to me. ‘How about we make a deal?’ she said.

‘What?’ I said.

She came and sat back on the bed. ‘What if I showed you my, you know, my boobies. Will you let me see then?’

‘What?’

I was dumbstruck. It wasn’t everyday your sister, your own flesh and blood sister offers you to see her boobs in exchange for letting her see your cock. She had made me an offer no man with sane mind could ever refuse. But how could I? I am her older brother for god sake!

Before I could protest, Emily moved the bed sheet away, revealing my swollen prick. She grabbed it, her small hands barely encircling its girth. Her touch was soft, her grip, firm, which felt really good. My hands dropped at my side. She grabbed my cock from the top and slowly pulled down the loose dark skin, exposing the purple knob from underneath.

‘Are they all this big?’ she asked, transfixed. I told her that I haven’t seen any other cock so I’ve got no idea.

As she released the foreskin, it stretched up and my cock throbbed and buckled for a while. She repeated the act, each time making my dick lurch up in excitement when she let go. It was great and yet so painfully annoying. My prick turned harder, if possible, turning into wood. I felt a strange tightening in my bollocks. A tingling sensation began to run all across my body. I felt like a man who was trying to hold back a huge boulder ten times his size from rolling downhill.

I stopped her immediately, before things could go out of control. She looked up at me, confused and even a bit disappointed. But then she understood what I meant and let go.

‘My turn,’ she said and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she began to pull off her shirt. A shiver ran through me as I realized that I was going to see my sister naked for the first time in my life.

Just then, we heard footsteps approaching my room. A look of shock crossed both of our faces and we scrambled around to arrange ourselves. I threw Emily a towel, which she used to wipe her hands clean. I had no time to dress so I kicked my clothes under the bed and pulled the sheet over me up to my neck, pretending I was asleep.

Emily opened the door to see Kate standing before her, her hand raised to knock. Seeing Emily in my room, a confused look crossed her face. Emily muttered a ‘hi’ and quickly left the room, leaving me to confront my older sister. She and Emily were the two poles of the same magnet. If Emily was energetic and amiable, Kate was surly and grim. She was always wary of me, thinking that maybe I was always up to something bad. It is because of this, she and I had plenty of fights and arguments when we were young.

She first looked towards Emily’s retreating figure, and then turned towards me.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

She didn’t answer. I looked down at my body and saw the huge tent on the bed sheet formed by my erection. I quickly folded my knees up to hide it.

‘What were you two doing in the room alone?’ she asked. I stammered up some lame excuse. She didn’t look convinced but didn’t question me further. ‘Mom’s calling you. Be downstairs in five.’ Her gaze went back to the tent. ‘After you have taken care of it, that is.’

She left, closing the door after her and I gave a sigh of relief. I threw away the bed sheet and looked down at my engorged prick, straight as a mast, red and covered in thick purple veins. It looked—and felt—even worse than before. It was scary to look at…even to me.

My day has got a whole of a lot better.

***

I avoided Kate for the rest of the day as far as possible. But I would see her often throwing curious glances towards me. That night, after everyone went asleep, I heard the door of my room open slowly. I looked up and saw Emily standing at the door way. She was barefoot and was wearing a baby blue night dress, her favourite attire for bed. She smiled when she saw me and quietly entered the room, closing the door behind her. She came to my bed and sat down beside me.

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