“To Blanca and Marc. Congratulations to you both. I…we…couldn’t be prouder of you!”

Oscar Rodriguez raised his glass. His twins and his wife followed suit.

“We absolutely couldn’t,” beamed Sofia, smiling at her kids, “A doctor and a lawyer, we’re thrilled.”

“I’m not a doctor yet, mum, I’ve just finished college,” said Blanca, blushing. 

“Yeah, and I’ll be interning and clerking for about a million years before I’m a proper lawyer,” added Marc.

“But you’ve both graduated, so you’re both on the way, and that’s cause for celebration!”

They all clinked glasses and started to eat. 

As he ate, Oscar thought back to the Lush story he had been reading earlier, which he had swiftly abandoned when he realised the lovers in the story were named Blanca and Marc! Even if they were made-up characters, reading about people with the same names as his twins having sex was just too weird.

He sometimes wondered what his family would think if they knew he read erotica and wrote smutty tales on Lush. Both amused and horrified, probably. But they were just stories, so what was the harm?

The family finished the meal and bade each other goodnight. As soon as they were in their respective bedrooms, they all picked up their devices.

Oscar’s Tale

Oscar logged on to Lush under his pen name, Tapas123, and read a couple of stories. When he saw that his favourite Lush writer, WhippingMoods, had published a new story, he clicked on it immediately. WhippingMoods wrote bdsm stories, mostly, although he recalled that there had been one, just one, true story about her taking it in the ass for the first and only time.

Oscar read bdsm stories late at night and dreamed that he was the character. Sometimes, he ached to be the submissive, and sometimes he imagined himself as the master. No other category of story brought him to arousal and orgasm so quickly, although he occasionally read other genres. 

Oscar longed to ask Sofia to explore bdsm with him. He wanted to be caned and paddled and dominated by his wife, but she was such a meek soul, he wasn’t sure she had it in her. So, he was confined to fulfilling his fantasies through the written word.

WhippingMood’s newest story was an incest fantasy, although bdsm and caning were tagged. Intrigued, Oscar opened it and began to read.

I knew what was coming. I’d screwed up and been caught smoking. It shouldn’t have been a punishable offence, really. I was seventeen, so smoking was legal. But I had been on school premises, so I had the punishment slip served to me the day before. Six strokes in the headmaster’s office at the end of the day. Ten weeks away from graduating High School, and I was getting my first caning. Great.

But there was a surprise in store, nonetheless. As I waited for my punishment in chairs outside the office, my twin sister Claudia appeared from around the corner. She froze momentarily on seeing me, then sat in the chair to my right.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Caught canoodling with Felipe Martinez.”

“Seems harsh to cane you for that?”

“Hands may have been down trousers. And up skirts. Possibly, You?”

“Smoking. Wait, if you were kissing Felipe, why isn’t he here too?”

“It seems someone’s parents don’t consent to corporal punishment.”

I looked at my sister, her arms folded on her chest. So she'd reached third base with Felipe and touched his...

The door opened, and the headmaster appeared.

“Ah, Pablo and Claudia! Quite the pair. I normally cane students separately, but with a sibling pair of miscreants, I can add a little embarrassment to the mix. Both of you, in here.”

I followed my sister into the office. The headmaster walked over to an umbrella rack next to his desk and selected one of the half-dozen canes that were in there. Holding the handle, he flexed it with the tip on his palm, and then he swished it downwards through the air. The cane moved with terrifying rapidity. The thought that it would soon be applied to my body was unnerving.

“Pablo, here.”

He indicated his heavy mahogany desk. I stepped forward. 

“Lower your trousers and stretch across the desk.”

I complied, feeling the muscles in my bottom tighten. 

“Get those boxers down, boy.”

I pulled my boxers down, baring my bottom. The headmaster stepped to the left and took up his stance. I wondered if my sister was watching him, looking away, or staring at my prone, naked backside. 

The first stroke struck with a crack. A moment later, the nerve endings awakened, and I felt a terrific burning sting across my bottom. 

The second and third strokes followed swiftly behind. As I waited for the fourth, a surprising change of mindset occurred.

I was as vulnerable as I had ever been. I was totally at the headmaster’s mercy and could do nothing but lie there, presenting my bare ass to be whipped. Briefly forgetting that Claudia was in the room, I was a submissive for the first time. And, amazingly, I was enjoying it. The sting was warm and pleasant. The pain was mild;  The sensation of being watched as I was dominated was not. It was intensely hot. I wanted more. I was tempted to ask for more strokes. Six wouldn’t scratch the itch. 

The last three strokes landed quickly. Crack! Crack! Crack! It really stung, but my bottom had never felt so alive.

“Stand up and get dressed. No rubbing. Claudia, here.”

I was mortified to find that, even when I had pulled my pants back up, my erection was still visible through my trousers as I hobbled past Claudia. I took up my place under the portrait of an old headmaster and watched. 

“Bend over,” the headmaster told my sister. She did so.

“Now, hitch your skirt up.”

Claudia flipped her skirt over her waist.

“And pull your knickers down.”

Slowly, and with immense reluctance, my sister lowered her panties. I watched as she took a step with her left foot, spreading her legs and revealing her pussy. I wondered if the headmaster would be beating off to the memory of Claudia’s bare ass and genitals that night, as I had no doubt Felipe Martinez would.

The headmaster raised the cane and delivered a terrific crack on my sister’s backside. She didn’t make a sound. But when the second stroke landed, expertly placed on the site of the first, she gasped loudly. 

My cock was so hard it was uncomfortable. I was desperate to touch myself, desperate to release it from my trousers. I watched as the headmaster raised the cane and delivered a sharp, powerful stroke to my sister’s trembling buttocks.

Claudia’s bottom was turning pink as her caning progressed. The third and fourth strokes dramatically enhanced the effect. The fifth produced a wail from Claudia, and when she’d received the sixth stroke, I saw there were tears in her eyes.

“Now, get out, both of you,” said the head. 

I ran from that study. I ran to the boy’s bathroom and closed the stall door behind me, then I dropped my pants and jerked my cock hard. I thought of the sting on my own bottom and the sight of my sister’s pert, prone buttocks swaying, trembling before each stroke of the cane, and I masturbated, squeezing my cock, shaking it…I came as hard as I had ever done. 

When my head was clear, I stepped out into the corridor. Claudia was there, bracing herself on the wall. Our classmate, Felipe, was there too, and he had his hand up her skirt. He was, apparently, rubbing her bottom better.

“Hey, man,” Felipe said, “I heard you copped it too.”

“Yeah. I…”

“What is the meaning of this?” 

The headmaster had appeared from around the corner and was staring at Felipe massaging my sister’s bottom.

“Both of you, my office at once.”

Claudia and Felipe disappeared into the dreaded study. I pressed my ear to the door and listened to the ‘Crack! Crack! Crack!” as my sister’s poor backside received its second bare-bottom thrashing of the day. 

‘Nice story!’ Oscar wrote in the comments under WhippingMoods’ tale. Under the caning story, there were some suggested ‘Similar Stories’. One was, apparently, true by a writer called BBGunn.

BBGunn, it seemed, had written quite a few true stories. There was ‘My first was the boy next door, and my second was his brother!’, ‘Milking my Boyfriend’s Prostate’ and ‘What’s A Threesome between Friends?‘ Wow, thought Oscar, all true? What a minx! 

He clicked on  ‘From Classroom to Bedroom!” by BBGunn and started to read.

On the day we studied the penis at med-school, I decided my new boyfriend would get a practical lesson, and I would touch him for the first time. 

We doctors have an advantage when it comes to giving head. We know how and why the nerves react as they do to a stroke of the tongue, a pull from the jaw, or a pinch between the lips. We know how to delay orgasm, for we are taught specifically what the triggers are. We know how the semen is produced. We know how to minimise the strain on our jaw and how to maximise pleasure.

I told Marco we’d studied cocks. I told him how we had seen a long slideshow of penises of every size and shape. We’d seen big ones and small ones, circumcised dicks and uncut ones. We’d seen healthy ones, diseased ones, old ones…every possible type. And then I told him to show me his. 

Marco was slightly shy, as he hadn’t undressed in front of me before. I could see he was nervous, so I undid his belt and zipper myself, then pulled his jeans down. I kissed the bulge through his boxers, placing my lips to it and stroking under his balls with my index finger. He swiftly became erect, so I gave one last press of my lips to the nylon and pulled them down. Marco’s penis was a good size and cleanly cut. It was pretty sexy, to be honest. I opened my mouth and pinched his head between my lips and slowly slid up the shaft, taking my time to draw it in inch by inch. With an inward smile, I remembered that my last boyfriend, Pau, had barely lasted this long the first time I sucked his cock. I hoped Marco’s cum tasted nicer than Pau’s had. 

Jesus, thought Oscar, this was making him hard. At this rate, he’d have to go to the bathroom to jerk off!

Blanca’s Tale

Blanca opened her laptop and prepared to log in to Lush Stories. Before she began to write, she glanced at the list that was secreted in a notebook on her desk.

One: Incest Fantasy. Two: Anal. Three: First Time. Four: Spanking. Five: True. 

After some frustratingly low scores on her stories, Blanca had decided to game the system on Lush by loading her submissions with the most popular tags, chiefly those five. And, judging by the number of views, likes, and comments on her last two stories, it was working! 

One worry sat in the back of her mind. Suppose someone found the list, which was hidden in her bedroom, without context? What if her parents let themselves into her room, saw the list, and took it to be an authentic list of her own sexual predilections? 

“No, you don’t understand,” she’d plead as her mum and dad drove her to the psychiatric hospital, “I write erotic stories, they’re just genres!”

Worse, what if an asteroid were to destroy her home, she were buried for aeons in the rubble, and some future archaeologist found her and identified her as someone who liked incest, anal, and spanking for the history books?

“Centuries ago, one of the victims of asteroid abc2345, which destroyed Western Civilization in the twenty- first century, was a woman known as Person  B, who is best remembered because she had pinned a list of her favourite sex acts in her bedroom. Bizarrely, it appears she had a genuine interest in incestuous sex. What a warped and disturbed individual she must have been!” 

Generations of history students would read about her and her (allegedly) perverted mind!

This was not good. She would have to memorise and throw away that list.

Taking a sip of beer, Blanca began to type.

“When I got home from my date with Pep, I thought the house was empty. There was no sound of anyone. But when I went upstairs, I saw my twin brother’s light was on, and the door was open. 

“Hey!” I said curtly as I walked past. Ferran was lying on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was unusual for him not to reply. I stopped and looked in on him.

“You ok?” I asked. 

“No,” he said.

“What’s up?”

“It’s Masha.”

“You guys had a fight?”

“No. Just something she said.”

“What?”

“She said she needs a man who takes control in the bedroom. She said she could never be with a loser, a virgin who doesn’t know about a woman’s body. And she doesn’t know…that’s me!”

“You guys have never…?”

“No.”

There was a long, awkward pause.

“Have you and Pep…?”

I giggled. 

In the pit of my stomach, a glob of Pep’s semen was slowly being dissolved by my gastric juices. But, it was true, we had not gone all the way, so I said, 

“No.”

“Why didn’t they teach us this in school?” he said irritably. Then, my brother’s expression changed, as if an idea had just hit him. 

“You could teach me. You’re a girl, AND a med student.”

“Dude! I’m your sister!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to touch you. Just look. And you can explain things to me! I only want a theoretical lesson, not a practical one!”

“Fifty euros.”

“Done.”

Shaking my head, I closed the bedroom door. I dropped my jeans and lay on the bed, then I pulled my panties down and opened my legs. My brother knelt between my thighs, staring intently at my vagina. 

“It smells nice,” he said quietly.

“Now, this area here is my clitoris,” I explained, indicating with a sweep of my hands, “It’s nerve-ending central. It’s where you should focus, but not over-stimulate. Touch it, tickle it, lick it, but don’t stay to the exclusion of everywhere else. Sort of like…”

I had an idea.

“Show me your penis.”

“What? Why?”

“Analogy. Come on, I won’t hurt you!”

Ferran hesitantly lowered his jeans and underpants, and out popped his cock.

“Whoa, someone’s been eating their greens, bro! Lucky Masha!”

Ferran blushed.

“Think of my clit like the head of your cock. When you’re touched here,”

I took his wrist and guided his hand so that his fingers brushed the skinless head of his penis. He was getting hard.

“It feels good, right?”

“Yeah.”   

“But you wouldn’t come if I just stroked the head all night. You need your cock to thrust or be shaken, right?”

I helped his hand form a fist around his now erect cock.

“Yeah.”

“It’s like that with our private parts. Be gentle. Range over the whole area. Take your time. It’s not rocket science!”

“Wow, thanks, sis. Great advice.” 

I looked at Ferran’s dick.

“You’re really hard!” I giggled. He had started to masturbate. 

“Yeah. You’d best leave me alone!”

“Yeah!”

“Unless you could…help me out?”

I paused. It was true that I felt my technique with Pep could be improved. I remembered my father’s words on the night he had taken my virginity;

“The way to a man’s heart is not through his stomach; it’s actually through your stomach!” 

I could always…

“Ok. I could use a second opinion on my technique. But I’m putting on a blindfold and pretending you are my boyfriend, ok?”

“Ok!”

I covered my eyes and took my brother’s cock in my mouth. Pretending he was Pep, I applied firm suction to the head, then dipped down to suck it all the way down the base. 

“Jesus Christ!” he whispered.

I’d been practicing opening my throat for Pep, and I now did the same for my brother. He grabbed a handful of my hair. 

“Hey! Be gentle with that hair!”

“Sorry. That just feels so fucking good! I’ve got to hold onto something.”

I drew my tongue down his shaft, then gave him another deep-throated suck. He moaned. My jaw, not rested from the blowjob I had given Pep earlier, was starting to ache.

I bobbed up and down, sucking my brother’s penis, slowly increasing the speed until…

“Yes! Oh, God!”

His cock jerked inside my mouth, and the warm liquid oozed onto my tongue. I swallowed, noting that Ferran’s semen had a sweeter taste than Pep’s. Ferran lay panting on the bed, his trousers around his ankles and his cock now flaccid. 

“You owe me one,” I said, pulling up my jeans and heading for the door.

Half an hour later, I received a text message from the room next door. 

“You give amazing head, sis. Thanks for the tips on the female anatomy! X”

I smiled at the thought that my brother’s semen was mixing with my boyfriend’s in my bowels.

Blanca thought of her real-life brother as she submitted the story and shut her laptop. What on earth would he think if he knew his sister was writing incest fantasy stories in the bedroom next door, even if it was Lush clickbait and not a real sexual fantasy of hers? She silently gave thanks to God that Marc had never heard of Lush Stories.

Marc’s Tale

Marc opened his laptop and logged into Lush stories under his moniker, MR1999. He scanned the new offerings, hoping at least one of his favourites writers had posted. Let’s see…ah, BBGunn had published a new story! Excellent! He or she was Marc’s favourite writer. Just pure filth poured from this person’s pen. Anal, IF, Threesomes. True. In real life, BBGunn was probably some boring banker or tight-ass manager, finding release from the monotony of it all by writing smut. Marc pulled down his pyjamas, took his flaccid penis in his hand, and started to read.

“Oh fuck! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

As I felt his cock soften inside me, I looked at the clock. The first time we fucked, my boyfriend had lasted around sixty seconds. 

“It’s ok. We can try again.”

“You look so beautiful naked, I couldn’t help it.”

Well, you’d better learn to...