Looking for Editor for Incest Story

[sjredmon]

Hi, first off thanks for taking a look at my thread, as the title said I'm looking for an Editor for my story, it's a brother/sister erotic incest story. I currently have the first two chapters written and am already working on the third, I've edited the first chapter a few times myself and am working on editing the second right now. I would like to have somebody else read and edit it as well.

I'm looking for one editor to help me with the whole story, I'm not planning to publish this for money at any time, but if that ever came up I'd be more than willing to pay for the services of the editor after the fact. I currently have two more chapter's outlined and waiting for me to work on them, but I'd like to get at least the first up, I fully intend to finish this story. I'm not really sure what else to say, so I think i'll just include the first page in this.

Art woke as he did most days, too early and with a hard on that wouldn't quit. His routine continued as he slid from bed and headed out of his room, reaching down he gave his morning buddy a few tugs; rubbing at the head with his palm as he walked down the stairs and into his kitchen. He reached out with his free hand, flicking on the coffee pot, which he had put coffee and water in before he went to bed. He moved to the window over his sink, glancing out of it, and as he played out his morning routine, so did his neighbor. Art's window looked down onto the first floor of his neighbor's town house, and right into their bathroom window; it was frosted, but it opened in such a way that from this window you could see right down into the shower. Just like every other morning, his eighteen year old, very nubile neighbor, was preparing for school, with her morning shower. He leaned closer, his hand beginning to jerk slowly up and down the length of his cock, watching as she lathered her flesh with soap.

There was a sound behind him, the sound of a clearing throat, and he spun around. Art's hand was still resting on his engorged cock; the throat that had been cleared belonged to his younger sister. His morning routine had made him forget that his sister had appeared drunk around two this morning and he had let her sleep it off in his spare room. His hand reached out, grabbing a towel from the oven rack and covering himself, trying to give himself some semblance of decency.

“Stepha,” his voice cracking slightly as he spoke; something it had not done in a very long time. “I totally forgot you were here. I'm so sorry, sis,” his cheeks were darkening to a rich color reminiscent of the inside of a watermelon.

Stepha laughed at him, a rich and very pleasant laugh. Her lips formed a luscious and thick lipped smile as she looked at her brother. One hand on each hip was causing the baby doll t-shirt she was wore to hike up a little and reveal a soft, faintly tanned stomach, a belly button with a gemmed ring in it and faint blond peach fuzz.

“My oh my, Art, do you always wander around in the morning jerking off? Or do you save that for when your baby sis is over to spot you?” She arched onto her tip toes to peer over his shoulder and out the window, but couldn't see past him. So she sidled forward, leaning against him to look out the window, spotting his neighbor still in the shower.

“Oh you dirty, dirty old man, spying on poor Sylvia in the shower?” She was grinning as she spoke. Art barely heard her; he didn't move, didn't shift. Stepha's knee was pressed to his inner thigh. Her gray sleeping shorts were pressed to his bare hip. Her handful sized tits were pressed to his arm and to the side of his chest. His dick was throbbing with her proximity, the heady scent of her body filling his senses.

He had fantasized about his younger sister, when they were both younger and still lived together, but that had been long ago. Art had watched her blossom into a young woman, going from a boyish child to a delectable young lady. She was no super model or anything, but she caught many eyes. Stepha had wide hips, a rounded peach of a backside, and a waist that dipped just right. Art had always had a thing for girls with a little extra padding.

“Earth to Arthur, anyone home in there?” His sister had stepped back from him, her form no longer pressing so pleasantly to his naked body, and started waving her hand before his eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Can we just pretend this never happened?” His tone pleading as he look at his sister. She was blocking his path to the door of his kitchen, and safety. His mind was trying desperately to figure out how to get past her. If he tried to just push past her he'd be rubbing up against her again, unless she moved. And she didn't look like she planned to move, and he wasn't sure if his cock could handle another rub against his sister's body.

[edit] I'm looking for Grammar and story input as far as editing goes, btw, I realized I didn't put that in. Contact Via Private Message is preferred, though story exchange by email is preferred.

 

[sjredmon]

I've received a few responces already, and will pick from those that have already responded, thanks for any further interest, but I am not longer in need of an editor. (As I have hopefully found one )