Jason's Journals Ch. 02

It's been nearly a year since I wrote Jason's Journals. For those who did not read the first chapter where Jason seduces his mother, I suggest you read that chapter before this for some background. Nonetheless, I have taken a few exerts from the first part of the story and included them in the second part for those who only want to read this chapter and about Jason seducing his sister. After Jason seduces his sister, subsequent chapters are of Jason seducing his cousin.

Jason was a problem child, a troubled teen, and now that he was legally a man at 18-years-old, he was confronted with the decision of joining the Marine Corps or going to jail. The judge gave him that ultimatum as the last straw.

Jason's divorced, single mom, older sister, and same aged female cousin as him applauded the decision. He did not have a man in his life to set him straight. He was surrounded by women, his mother Sue, his sister, Chris, and his cousin, Ellen, who lived with him. Jason took advantage of living his troubled life with three beautiful women, albeit in an incestuous relationship with his mother, sister, and cousin.

His mother a tall, striking blonde would have stolen the spotlight in the courtroom today had it not been for her daughter and her niece equally as blonde as they were tall and voluptuous. Jason was angry that his mother, sister, and cousin were the ones who turned him in and who delivered evidence against him forcing him to lose his case. The judge, tired of Jason's legal wrangling to tie the hands of the court and force the court to drop charges and dismiss cases, was pleased to finally end the waste of court time by sending Jason away, if only to Iraq instead of to jail.

Leave it to Jason to devise a plan to get back at the women in his life. After signing the paperwork to officially join the Marine Corps, he went to the bookstore and purchased four journals, a red one, a blue one, a green one, and a black one. That night, he went to work writing out his plan. The second to suffer his wrath was his sister, Chris. He sat alone in his room writing his journal entry in the blue journal.

Today I joined the Marine Corps. Officially, I am property of the United States government. I told them that I wanted to go to Iraq to fight on the front lines. My life without a Dad sucks. I hope I never return. I hope I die on the battlefield.

The only person I will miss is my older sister, Chris. She is everything to me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to marry, I would want someone as good looking and as nice as her. I love her, but not as a brother loves a sister. I love her as a man loves a woman. She is my ideal woman. I wish she were mine to love in the physical and sexual sense of the word.

Ever since I knew what sex was, I lusted over her. I only wish she wasn't my sister. More than a few times, I stole glances of her through the keyhole. I've seen her in her panty and bra, I've seen her topless, I've seen her bottomless, and I've seen her naked. She has a wonderful body. I only wish I could have sex with a woman as lovely as my sister. I wish I had a dollar for all the times I jerked off over her. I love it when she wears her peasant blouse with no bra and her short button skirt and leaves the bottom button unbuttoned.

The first time I jerked off over her was when I saw her in her panty and bra. She thought she was alone in the house. She didn't know that I was there and looking to see what I could see. Then, all those times when she stood in the direct light shining through the window or when she opened the refrigerator door at night, her nightgown became so transparent that I could see the entire side outline of her big C cup tits.

There was that time she was outback naked sunbathing. She didn't know that I came home sick from work and went to bed, until I heard her radio and looked out my bedroom window. I relived that image of her naked form whenever I played with my cock. I jerked off over that for months.

Then, there are all those times that she was careless about not closing her legs when she sat across from me and I saw her panty. Sometimes she sat across from me in her nightgown and I saw her pubic hair. Man, she made me so hot and horny and she did not even know that she was driving me crazy with lust for her. Later that evening when I was alone in my room, I always jerked off over the images of seeing her panty or her pubic hair.

Only, I'm tired of jerking off to the images of my sister. I want to know what it is like to be with my sister and a woman. Now, I'll never have a chance to know what it is like to be intimate with my sister and to feel what a woman's body feels like in my hands. No one wants to have sex with a virgin.

If only I had a Dad, I could go to him and ask him to help me and give me advice in how to seduce a woman, but I am surrounded by woman with no one to ask.

It doesn't matter. Chances are that I will be a casualty of war. Chances are that I will return home in a body bag. I will probably be the first virgin Marine to die in Iraq.

Had I been stationed anywhere other than the middle east, I'd have a chance to be with a woman, but they don't like their women sleeping around, especially with an American. There are strict rules about that sort of thing. They'd cut my head off if I tried. Only, I'm always so horny and I don't want to lose my head over my horniness. If only I could know what it is like to be with my sister before I left for war, never to return.

I wonder what it is like to feel the body of a naked woman, to feel her tits and to take them in my mouth and suck her nipples. I wonder what it is like to see her pussy up close, to touch her pussy, and to eat a woman. I wonder what it is like to have intercourse with a woman. I wonder what it is like for a woman to touch my penis, hold my penis, and stroke my penis. I wonder what it feels like to get a blowjob. I wish I had someone who could help me and teach me about things before I left for war and before I died.

I cannot even bare the thoughts of having sex with any other woman other than my big sister. I wish I could have sex with her. I wish there was a way that Chris and I could do it without anyone else knowing so that when death comes for me, at least, I will know what it is like to have had sex with a woman. Who better to teach me about the birds, the bees, and women, then my big sister? I would die peacefully knowing that I told my sister that I loved her and that she was the one who showed me how to love another woman.

His journal entries played his sister knowing that when she read it, she would feel guilt and pity for her little brother. He knew that by planting the seed of him wanting to have sex with her, knowing that it had been some time since she has had sex after she broke up with her boyfriend, she would fantasize about having sex with her brother and hopefully act upon the thoughts. What did she have to lose? He may not return from war and no one will know that she had sex with her brother. Moreover, she would have helped her brother through a bad time.

Oh, Chris, I love you and want to be with you, if only for one night. I wish I could see you naked, feel and suck your tits, caress your ass, and know what it is like to bury my cock deep inside of you and pull out before I cum in your pussy so that you can take me in your mouth and finish me off with a blowjob. I wish I could cum in your mouth.

Oh, well, it is not to be.

The guys in basic training will give me a terrible time when they find out that I'm a virgin and that I've never even touched a naked woman. I don't even have to tell them, they'll know. When they talk about being with women, I'll have nothing to say to prove that I've been with a woman.

Jason knew what to write in his blue journal to get to his sister. He was smart. He hid the journal where he knew she'd find it on top of his wardrobe. That was the place where she found his list of drug customers and book of payments. It was befitting that she'd find his journal there, too.

To be continued...