For one thing, Brandy was always going out with older guys, mainly soldiers, of every nationality, and she got pregnant twice, once when she was 15 and again the following year. The first one she aborted but the second she insisted on keeping, and it was a girl, whom she named Renate.

She told her parents that the father was an Icelandic sailor called Olaf Bjornsdotter. He was a big strapping boy of 20, with the typical blonde hair and blue eyes of his island-nation's almost homogenous genetic pool. Brandy was totally in love with Olaf and since they'd had unprotected sex many times the soldier naturally took her word for it that Renate was his daughter, and was happy to make things right by marrying her.

The parents consented with great reluctance, since they knew it was hopeless trying to tie the girl down. With her good looks and mind-boggling body (which she accentuated with skin tight, butt hugging pants and plunging blouses) they figured she might as well be married because if she weren't she'd wind up a slut.

In fact, the child was Brett's. He knew it and Brandy knew it. They had kept their sexual relationship very discreet.

You could hardly blame the boy. He was thirteen, his hormones running at warp factor nine, and his sister was a sex fiend.

Brandy was 5 foot 5, blue eyed, with light brown curly hair that she wore shoulder length. She was pretty, very pretty, with a sultry "come hither" that she'd worn since kindergarten. Even then men were checking her out. Her tits were high and wideset, as firm as fresh grapefruits, and almost perfectly spherical. Spectacular as her boobs were, her butt was even more impressive, tight and compact, the split deep. Her jeans were like heaven poured into a bottle, and if she wore her hot pink short-shorts even her father got an erection.

To his credit, Brett did not initiate the incestuous affair, Brandy did, happening on him in the proverbial "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were in here" bathroom encounter. Brett had just stepped out of the shower and was running the towel over his head. He had a fearsome shampoo-bred erection which he intended to take care of in the sink. Brandy wore a transparent teddy that some fat-donged NATO-iste had given her, not a stitch on underneath, and the thing was so skimpy it didn't even cover her neatly trimmed pubic patch.

The look on their faces was one of surprise, amazement really....and total, animal lust. In elephants it's called "must". Brett's cock lurched and he started dripping.

Brandy fumbled an apology but her eyes were riveted on her little brother's cock. It was huge! In the coming years it would grow even more but at age 13, Brett already had an eight incher, three fingers wide. His balls were a match: the sac itself as large as a tart Granny Smith apple, the eggs hanging low. Obviously, very full.

"I'm sorry Brett," Brandy said, "I have to pee. I didn't know you were in here."

He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. He blushed crimson and snarled at her "You could have knocked!" But his heart was tripping and he was breathing hard, and he didn't think he could have been more embarrassed if she'd actually walked in on him sitting on the pot.

Brandy squirmed her legs together. She really did have to pee, but she was squirming for more than one reason. Brett walked out, moody and troubled. Brandy sat down and pissed, but she sat on the toilet a long time after that, dealing with the erectile nubbin between her lips. Over and over again dealing with it.

Olaf had just gone off on maneuvers with two weeks of class training after that, in Copenhagen. Brandy would normally hang out with any of her several other boyfriends, or sit on the bench inside the corner of the PX where soldiers normally got girls, but she felt like now was a good time to sample her brother. She had made up her mind not to let that huge dick of his go to waste. She wondered if Brett had ever fucked a girl. It was very possible he hadn't. Brandy stopped taking her birth control pills. She knew exactly what she wanted: if it was naughty, she liked it. Getting knocked up by her brother would be the best!.....(cont)