Chapter 1
Justin was having a problem. A big problem. It was sick and wrong and he was probably going to Hell because of it, but he couldn't fix it.
Justin Russo was in love with his little sister. He was obssessed with her in fact. He couldn't stop thinking about her sexually.
At first it had been enough to merely entertain sexual fantasies of Alex while he was jerking off, but after a while that wasn't enough. He needed more. He started sneaking into her room at night, he'd put a spell on Alex to keep her sleeping and then he would jerk off as he watched her sleep.
He lived in fear of being caught in this sick activity, but he never was. And it escalated it wasn't just enough to look at her sleeping in her silky black tank top and shiny short shorts. He started to touch her as she slept. He would stick his hand down his sister's panties and massage her clit. And her response was so rewarding, she would toss and moan as her pussy juices ran down his hand.
Justin was really starting to freak out, what would he do when it wasn't enough to finger her as she slept. He needed to find a solution. He stole some forbidden magic books from the place where his father kept them and spent days toiling over the old tomes.
Finally he found something that would help him, something that would keep him from touching his little sister sexually while she slept. There was a spell that allowed you to make a copy of a person in order to get them to do a job. All he had to do was make a copy of Alex for the purposes of sex and he could have sex with his sister without actually having sex with his sister, it was perfect. He had the house to himself on Thursday nights when Alex was off at her dance lessons and his parents were at Max's soccer practice.
Alex was becoming quite disturbed. She was having these really intense erotic dreams in which a mysterious lover would come to her in the night as she slept. She could never make out his features and he never spoke to her. He would just come in the night and paw her breasts and finger her until she climaxed. The dream was always the same every night and she looked forward to it. The dream was so intense and it seemed so real, like someone was actually coming into her room every night and getting her off. It was weird and unsettling. Sure the dream was very hot and when she woke up right after it her panties were always soaked, but it felt too real and she started to wonder if she did have a mysterious dream lover. After about a month, the dreams stopped abruptly and she was able to forget about them for a while.
Justin lived for Thursday nights. Having sex with his sister albeit a fake sister was amazing, it was everything he had ever dreamed it would be. She was so tight. Her pussy would grip his cock like a vice. He would pound her hard and she never seemed to get a enough. His fake sister was a perfect nymphet, crazy for her brother's cock. Thursday nights helped him get through the rest of the week without going into his sister's room.
It was however, only a matter of time before he got caught.
Dance class was canceled, the teacher was sick and Alex was heading home early. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she walked in that night.
There were moans coming from the living room. "You're mine!" she heard Justin growl. There were a few more moans and she heard someone answer, "I'm all yours big brother."
Alex was very confused by this exchange. She walked into the living room and saw Justin fucking some girl on the couch, fucking her hard and fast. He seemed furious and very animalistic and kinda scary. She stepped further into the room and was shocked to see that the girl her brother was fucking was her. Her brother was fucking some copy of Alex.
"Justin, what's going on?" she said.
"Oh shit. Alex!" Justin withdrew from the fake Alex, who promptly vanished, her task having been completed. Justin turned around, his nine inch cock still erect and looked at his shocked sister.
"Justin?"
He looked at her, feeling guilty. He wished someone else had caught him. She looked so pretty standing there in her short skirt and low cut top, his erection throbbed.
"Justin! Cover yourself up and explain what was going on here."
"I did a spell to make a copy of you to have sex with." He looked away from her and grabbed a couch cushion to hold over his crotch.
"Yes, but why?"
"Because I'm attracted to you," he blurted out and instantly regretted it. "I have these very unbrotherly feelings for you Alex and I don't want to force myself on you, so I need an outlet. That spell was perfect. God! Do you know I used to come into your room at night and touch you and jerk off watching you sleep. I'm such a sick bastard." He was crying now.
Alex was shocked. She wondered about those dreams she used to have...
"Look you do what you have to. If this is what keeps you from touching me that way, then keep at it," she said and walked out of the room.
Justin was confused, he expected her to be angry and tell him not to do it again. Why didn't she call him a sick bastard and tell him he had to stop doing this.
They never discussed it again and she made sure to never come home early on Thursdays. Life seemed pretty normal. Like neither of them remembered that he fucked a fake Alex on Thursdays.
