Danny knocked on the door leading from their shared bathroom to his sister's room. He just wanted to say hello, but her room was dark when he peeked in. She was sleeping. Had he really told Tillman that he should screw Elaine? What an ass he'd been. She didn't deserve to be spoken of that way. He went to bed feeling like a guilty fool.
Elaine had heard him knock but pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to talk to Danny just then. She didn't know what to say. Should she tell him about Mom's visit? She obviously didn't know Danny was involved, and Elaine knew he'd feel guilty about her taking the hit alone. She didn't want him feeling bad. She felt horrible enough for both of them.
The fact that her mother hadn't erased the video made her feel even more horrible. Was it a test of some kind? Was she going to come back later and ask if Elaine had removed it on her own? Did she want her daughter to continue watching it? That thought brought fresh tears of horrible guilt to her eyes because she didn't want to erase the video. Her father's cock was too magnificently hard to be eradicated like that. If she had any strength of character, she'd get rid of it. Apparently, she had no strength of any kind.
She wanted to go to Danny's bed and cry herself to sleep beside him, but she didn't do that. Lying together in bed could lead to anything, and she didn't need to increase her guilt just then. No, she would take her medicine by lying alone and suffering alone.
In the morning, she'd move the video off onto a flash drive just in case her mother checked upon her some time. That plan gave her another thing to feel guilty about.
Life can be the shits sometimes.
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Carter Burton was 20 years old, blonde, handsome, and intelligent. He was a business management and marketing major at the university and a sexual athlete of great stamina. The easy-going young man wasn't seen as a ladies man. Sex wasn't a conquest to him, it was a shared experience, and that was probably why he was popular even more than his looks or money. Women knew they could trust him and that he would take their pleasure into consideration before his own. It was enlightened self-interest, of course. Carter knew you'd have to give if you wanted to get anything in life. Unlike many endeavors where men were known to succeed, sex was an activity where what you give is actually worth something.
It was the end of the school year, and Carter was driving home late that Friday night with his car stuffed full of his belongings. He was feeling a bit dissatisfied. Carla Morton, a fine young lady with whom he'd been sharing time had left the day before, telling him that she'd call in a couple weeks. He wasn't holding his breath on that score, because the one thing they'd agreed about right away in their relationship was that neither wanted o get married. There was nothing permanent in their arrangement other than a plan for their good memories of each other to last forever.
That was the reason he was dissatisfied. He was starting to think that permanence wasn't such a bad thing. After all, his parents were permanent. If they could manage to keep it together in their screwy family, anybody could.
Oh, well, he was going home for the summer and knew that, at the very least, he'd be having fun with his sister. Good days just like the good old days. But that could be another source of dissatisfaction. It wasn't exactly right to be so excited to see his sister. Not right to be thinking of her in the way he was just now.
He felt guilty for thinking of Cathy's soft breasts and ass, and guilty knowing that he'd dated Carla largely because she looked so much like Cathy. Cathy and Carla, even the names were nearly the same. Their hair was different and eyes a different shade of blue, and Carla's pussy was shaved with a "landing strip" while Cathy kept her pussy shaved bare.
Cathy didn't know the truth about their family. Before Carter found out, his time with his sister was just dirty fun, a shared excitement that neither thought meant anything more. They were preparing themselves for real sexual encounters. After he found out, sneaking through the old man's computer for porn and finding the special collection, his time with Cathy was tainted. He felt as though he might be dragging her someplace where she might not like to be.
He visualized Cathy's pussy then, his cock firming, and then thought sourly about what a pervert he was. What an asshole. What a jerk. What a horny bastard. There would be a houseful of pussy after the graduation. He didn't need to keep trying to fuck his sister.
But, damn, his sister was cute. He couldn't help feeling this guilty love that wouldn't go away. Guilt and love, it seemed, weren't mutually exclusive.