A brother and sister are fed up with their parent's
violently dysfunctional relationship and run away for a
weekend in nature to get away from it all. Here they
learn a lot about each other and each other's desires
and urges. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, rom)
***
What do you do when your parents are having their usual
fight that you knew to start on the Friday evening and
that is likely to end when both go off to work again on
the Monday morning? Right! You skedaddle. You make
yourself scarce and disappear.
I was sixteen, almost seventeen at the time and when I
heard the familiar bickering and griping in the
driveway, it took me all of the usual 30 seconds to
grab my bag, get out of the bedroom window, climb down
the gutter pipe and be on my way.
I'd done this several times before and so far no one
had called me on that.
When this took place we were not living in America and
in the country where my dad was sent for his very well
paid job, I couldn't drive a car if I had a thousand US
Driver licenses. I had to make do with the moped that
after much whining and cajoling I had finally had my
dad buy for me. So I now was the proud owner of this
second hand souped-up Yamaha FS1 that for all practical
purposes looked and behaved (somewhat) like a
motorbike, except that it had this tiny 50cc cylinder.
I snuck into the potting shed where I stored the thing
and pulled the door shut to a crack behind me.
Quickly I snapped my bag under the bungee-cords and I
made myself up to wait for the inevitable rattle-and-
clunk of the garage-door slamming shut. Mom and Dad
apparently were engaged in a more than average clash
and spent considerable time yelling and sniping at each
other before they decided to go inside and play the
hypocritical oh so harmonious couple act that I knew to
explode again as soon as we were not looking.
Finally the garage door came down and the telltale thud
of the bottom hitting the concrete added finality to my
plans to let them figure it out alone. For what they
had in mind, they didn't need me, and I certainly
didn't need them.
Just to be on the safe side, I decided to wait another
minute or so, after which I would quietly roll out the
moped, walk it out of the short driveway to be out of
sight and then a couple of hundred yards and then shift
to 2nd gear to push it in order to zap off into the
flying start. By now I was sweaty and hot, since the
potting shed had been in full July sun all day and the
stifling oven-like heat was having its effect on me.
Sweat trickled from my eyebrows into my eyes. Angrily I
wiped it off and waited for the stinging to subside.
'Roger, are you crying?'
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whirled around to
figure out where that familiar little voice was coming
from. It was Emily, my one and only younger sister.
Apparently she had had the same idea about my parent's
now weekly animosities and had chosen the same spot to
hide out.
Not that she could have done anything afterwards. Being
twelve and not allowed to ride or drive anything more
than a normal bicycle. Besides that, even then she'd
have nowhere to go to. Her friends and school buddies
all lived way too far away and their parents would
almost certainly have called ours to find out the why-
and-what, should she show up there. Such is life when
you are the offspring of an American Big-Shot in the
late-sixties Western Europe. It had happened before and
the results had not been very pretty.
'Goddamn sis! What are you doing sneaking up on me this
way!!" I hissed.
'Did not! You snuck up on me! I was here first!' She
hissed back and I in the dim light I saw the eyes glare
at me in the so familiar indignation that I knew better
to avoid or we'd have our own private little fight that
would soon give away where we were.
'It's not fair that you can squeeze out of this and
leave me behind to deal with those two idiots. I wanna
go with you!' She forcefully continued in a loud
whisper and demonstratively strapped her tennis totebag
on top of my escape-bag.
'No Way Sis! You can't go with me. I don't even know
where I'll be staying.....' I started to protest as I
fruitlessly tried to remove my sister's bag, but Emily
cut me short.
'Fine, that suits me perfectly! I don't wanna know
where we're going as long as it's not here. I've had it
with them. I'm going with you or I'll scream my head
off!' She threatened and drew in her breath in
preparation for her most potent weapon; The Scream.
That heart-rending awe-inspiring, blood-curdling and
paralyzing scream that would make any person within a
mile and a half come running to see what's going on.
I knew that I lost the argument. Running would be
useless and I had no choice other than to comply with
her desire to accompany me in my flight. Besides, it
struck me that I didn't really mind having her with me.
Better with me than aimlessly wandering around to stay
out of sight or what was worse, had her be exposed to
my parents' nearly endless streams of diatribe that was
often heavily laced with sexually explicit, but never,
ever flattering terms and descriptions.
I dejectedly sighed, slumped my shoulders and faced her
to spell out the rules. 'All right then, but you do as
I say, Okay?' I shot back and in the dark I saw her nod
in agreement. 'Okay, follow me, do as I say and hang on
tight. This could be fun.' I chuckled as I opened the
door of the shed, peeked outside and then broke into a
crouched run, while pushing the moped. Emily quickly
and nimbly followed, quietly shut the door, put on the
latch and sprinted to catch up with me.
We ran about a hundred yards and I let the clutch come
up. The moped spluttered and came to life as I jumped
on it. I had halfway expected the need to stop and let
my sister get on too, but with apelike agility she
jumped and landed right behind me on the buddy-seat.
'Got it! Let'er rip!' she giggled and firmly put her
arms around my waist. I didn't need any encouragement
and pulled open the throttle. The moped seemed to jump
and quickly accelerated as we sped away.
Frankly speaking, I didn't have the vaguest notion of
where to go to. I had little money so I couldn't stay
in a Motel, even if they had those where we lived, but
on previous occasions I had camped out on the beach.
With me being tall for my age and displaying the quiet
and serious demeanor and teenager Angst that I even
really felt, I had kind of blended in easily with the
rest of the Hippie crowd and stayed with them without
really being part of them. I had my sleeping bag with
me and this time of year I could just camp out. If I
would have been on my own, that is. With Emily with me
that became an entirely different thingamabob.
I found my way to the coastal road that led to the
beach and decided to cut through the dunes to a less
busy part of the beach. It was still light and it would
be until close to 10PM and while speeding along the
narrow bike path I recognized the ugly squat remnants
of the World War II fortifications that the Germans had
twenty-five years before built to ward off possible
invasion by the allied forces. I smelled the tangy
sweet salty sea air in the wind as we neared the last
line of dunes and at a small and miraculously empty
parking lot, I brought my moped to a stop.
'We're there sis. Get off and I'll park this thing.
We'll walk from here on.' I announced over my shoulder.
Emily silently nodded, let go of me, jumped off the
seat and quickly retrieved her totebag as well as mine.
I got off myself, killed the engine and pushed the
moped to one of the wooden railings that served as
bicycle stands. I looped a chain around the wooden
post, through spokes of the front wheel and around the
frame, clicked the padlock shut and carefully pocketed
the key before I joined my sister who stood quietly
waiting while she surveyed the surroundings.
'Nice and quiet here. Been here before?' She inquired
quietly and quizzically gazed at me.
I shrugged and chuckled. 'Seems like it, now doesn't
it? C'mon let's go. The seawater must be fine and I'd
like to go for a swim.' I answered. Emily got red in
the face and seemed taken aback by that. 'Ummm, I don't
have a swimming suit with me. Didn't know what you had
in mind, so....' She shyly replied, her posture
expressing impish apology. That set me to thinking and
suddenly a bright idea lit up in my mind. Nearby was a
small sweet water lake that was totally secluded by the
surrounding dunes. I'd been there before and knew that
there weren't even paths other than an overgrown
service-road leading to it. Besides that, the thought
of taking a swim in the sea and not having the
possibility to rinse off afterwards until we got home
was suddenly not all that appealing at all.
'All Right have it your way then. We can go skinny-
dipping. I know a place where no-one will see us.
Follow me.' I told her with a sly little smile.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and led off at a brisk
pace through the thorny bushes towards where I knew the
secluded little lake to be. Emily hesitated and lamely
and insecurely protested. 'S-skinny dipping? You mean
like in swimming all naked? You sure really no-one can
see us?' She spluttered while halfheartedly following
me.
'As sure as you can be expecting Mom and Dad to fight
all weekend without even missing us. Besides, if anyone
shows up, they'd more than likely be there for the same
reason as we are.' I assured her. 'C'mon give me a
hand. The next part is going to be tricky and we'd
better help each other there.' I advised as we went
over the first of two rings of hills that hid the lake
from sight. The descent was very steep and the bushes
with their inch-long thorns looked as uninviting as
they had proven to be before.
I inadvertently winced as I recalled the painful
exercise of removing the twenty-odd thorns and spikes
from the different parts of my anatomy at the first
time that I had come this way, lost my footing and had
rolled all the way down.
Not this time however and helping Emily as she helped
me we quickly made it down towards the shallow hollow
towards the inner ring of hills. That was going to be
easier, since for one reason or the other the thorn
bushes became spaced further apart and thinned out
completely to a nice sandy lakeshore that in turn led
to a crystal clear dune-lake.
There were some patches of grassland around it and on
the far side there was an old forestry service shelter
that I knew to be fairly clean and usable and that
looked as if it hadn't been used for a good many years.
It sat on the edge of a small stand of birch and maple
trees and it even had a working freshwater tap, so we
wouldn't have to worry about drinking water either. All
in all this was a perfect little hide-away for a
weekend camp-out if you didn't set your standards too
high.
Emily peeked suspiciously around and finding no-one in
sight she drew an elated sigh before expressing not
only her approval, but also her delight.
'Phew Roger! This is a perfect little place! It's
beautiful! How did you find it anyway?'
She asked while offering me the brightest and happiest
smile that I hadn't seen for the longest time from her.
'Aw, just ran into it when I split a couple of months
ago. Last May, I think it was. You know, that time when
mom and dad each gave each other a black-eye I had
enough of it and gave them the slip for the weekend.
Well, this is where I stayed. It's nice and quiet and
you can even hear yourself think again after a while.'
I sardonically remarked and gave Emily a sideways hug
while making the peace-sign with my other hand.
'Welcome to Peace and Love, Sister!' I added as an
afterthought, referring to the Hippy crowd that I would
normally hang out with.
I let her go from my hug and got out of my t-shirt,
kicked off my boots and quickly got out of my pants.
'C'mon Sis, last one in is a filthy Fascist Pig!' I
chided Emily who stood as nailed to the ground as I
showed myself to her in my Adam's costume. 'B-but...'
She muttered as she turned a lovely shy blush as she
prudishly averted her eyes and uncertainly fidgeted
with the buttons of her shirt. 'Ayep! In your bare butt
Sis! C'mon there's no-one around for miles and you
don't have to be shy for me, I've seen you before and I
have nothing that other guys don't have, so get over it
already!' I teased her and took over her bag to free up
her hands.
I gallantly took her shirt when she seemed uncertain of
where to put it and held her hand as she balanced
herself while getting out of the skin-tight jeans. She
didn't wear panties I noted, but then it dawned on me
that she had had Gym practice as her last period at the
year-round school that we attended. I guess that it had
been more convenient that way and it would prevent
showing those unsightly panty lines. All in all I had
to admit that Emily had changed a heck of a lot since I
had last seen her in her Eve's attire.
A distinct change for the better, or so I noted,
remembering the gangly and awkward knobby kneed brat
with metallic grinning braces that she had been up to a
short while ago.
Still no hair other than the red curly mane around her
elfish and freckled face, but a nice coke-bottle figure
with pleasantly firm looking budding cream-colored
breasts that proudly poked their strawberry colored
nipples into the world. For the first time I saw my
sister as something else than a foul tempered blood-
relative whose sole purpose in life appeared to be
dedicated to my personal aggravation.
Actually, I immediately felt a very un-brotherly
stirring in my under-belly and between my legs as my
male appendage asserted itself.
That apparently did not escape Emily's attention and
she immediately erupted into a gale of giggles!
'Heehehehehee! That's a mighty big hair sticking out
there, bro! Want me to put curlers in that one?' She
teased, still blushing furiously, but now grabbing me
at the waist and tickling me with the cruel
determination that I knew her to be capable of.
I knew that she wouldn't let up until I surrendered
unconditionally and given the fact that tickling
renders me completely defenseless, we soon rolled in
the grass. 'Oww you cruel little Twitty Brat! I give
up!!! You win! Puhleeeeease!!!' I breathlessly gasped
between uncontrollable giggles and I rolled on my back
in most obvious surrender, but Emily seemed in no mood
to give up and straddled me as I lay there prostrate
under her.
She held her hands in my sweaty armpits, ready to
resume her assault on me and she wildly grinned at me.
'Ah? You give up? That's a first! My Big bad brother is
surrendering to me and what is my big bad brother going
to give to his darling little sister as a prize for her
victory?' She giggled impishly and she planted herself
firmly on top of me so as not to be thrown off by me,
as had happened on previous occasions of the sort.
One effect of that was, that her girley parts met up
with my in the meantime thoroughly deflated male
specificity and the warm softness against said parts
immediately resorted the predictable effect. I was
sixteen and with that a thoroughly horny teen. I had
not had the chance to lose my virginity, but that
didn't mean that I was not interested in that. Besides
that, the sweetly fragrant proximity of the supple
young girl's body struck my senses and combined with
the full view on her developing and wondrously creamy
freckled chest lit the unholy lust in my body.
Sure, I knew that it was my sister and sure, I knew the
strong inhibition that the taboo of incest constituted,
but my body reacted instantly to this very intimate and
fragrant closeness and went on instinct driven auto-
pilot. In short, my cock staggered to life and asserted
itself in possibly my firmest erection ever, which on
the one hand intensely delighted me, but which on the
other hand completely mortified me.
Not so my sister. She was most obviously aware of my
bodily reaction and her beautiful green eyes grew wide
in a warmer, softer way than in the victorious grin she
had shown me before. She, groaned, arched her abdomen
towards me and purposely rubbed her tender little plum
over the length of my protruding maleness. 'Hmmm, is
that a candy-bar, or are you just happy to see me?' She
breathlessly but with a very obvious hungry undertone
asked me. Again she rubbed herself against me and by
now I noticed that is was not sweat alone that made my
groin slick and moist.
Emily let one hand wander off to her belly and firmly
gripped my swollen and hard sword of procreation. Then
she lifted herself slightly and started to run my
purplish swollen tip through her wet, soft and warm
crevice. Up-and down, Up and down. From the hotly warm
entrance to her hard little nubbin and back and then
again. Her breathing became deeper and her nostrils
seemed to flare. Her beautiful ruby red lips parted
slightly as she closed her eyes in clear enjoyment.
Then she stopped and with glaring eyes looked down on
me. 'I know what I want from you, my Big Bad brother! I
think that I want you to play along with me and make me
feel good in ways that I could never do myself. I never
like using that hairbrush handle anyway and now that I
have the Real Thing handy while it is connected to
possibly the hunkyiest guy I know, I want you to take
my cherry and get inside of me. I always wanted that
anyway.
Now it was my turn to be astonished and taken aback,
although my assertive maleness spoke otherwise. 'B-but
Emily! You're my SISTER!!' I blurted out and squirmed
halfheartedly to get from under my aggressively horny
little sister. 'A-Are you completely out of your
mind!?" I stuttered, my head instantly bright red and
in immediate lack of breath due to my own shame.
"Hey, get a handle on it! Are you insane or something?
Dammit, you are my sister. As beautiful as you may be
and as much as I love you, you are and will always be
my sister! I can't share that with you how much you, me
or both of us would like to. Brothers and sisters don't
do it together. It's not normal and unnatural.. Besides
that, you're only twelve! Doing it with me might hurt
you!" I lectured prudish. Emily pouted a little and did
not seem too convinced about it.
'Oh. Oh. Oh. How virtuous and prudish my dear little
brother suddenly has become today.' She sneered at me,
while keeping her hands there where she could
immediately could take control of me. 'Brothers and
sister are not supposed to make-out and make love with
each other although they do get horny, like I am with
you and you most certainly are with me.' She continued
pointedly, underlining that by again longingly rubbing
herself over my poor confused, but fully erected
joystick, thus getting it all wet and slippery again.
'For the rest it perfectly Okay to share the bed with
any despicable shit-head or office-slut that takes a
fancy to it, to betray your family and play both sides
against the middle, like our parents do all the time
and then make life miserable for each other and us into
the bargain. Are you completely sure and aware of what
you are saying, and do you say what you mean, brother
of mine?'
She asked me now in a much more mature voice with a
sharp undertone of rejecting disbelief. "You know that
we have no-one bar none that we can trust around here
whether we deserved that or not. Excuse me for crying
out loud, but we can forget about getting halfway
decent boyfriends or girlfriends as the case may be.
The only thing we can expect in that respect are those
self-absorbed shit-heads from the company or some zitty
local yokel. We are on our own and we only have each-
other. I myself don't have any problems with that as
long as you don't knock me up, and that risk is pretty
slim with me having my period one of these days. We're
both horny as toads, and I think that we both are ready
for it. Think of the benefits when we can arrange thing
'under one roof'. I want you, and you want me.
"As to me being only twelve and the possibility of you
hurting me with your ding-a-ling, That's bullshit and
you know it! Girls are very flexible and supple down
there as long as you are nice to them. Besides that,
I'm almost thirteen." She lectured me, starting out
with vehemence, further on changing to pleading,
desiring and coaxing, while she longingly caressed me
and suggestively bucked her wet pussy into my groin. I
felt my resistance rapidly melting away as I embraced
her reasoning and saw the wild desire in her beautiful
eyes as well as that in my own hormone drenched being.
In more than one respect I knew she was right and the
possibilities and opportunities were more than evident
to me, but what if it ever came out. Holy-Macaroni!
That could very unpleasantly blow-up in our face.
'Yeah, but listen to me. No! Listen to me..' I started
my arguments against it while at the same time
instantly putting a damper on the protestations that
she wanted to bring up.
'Suppose that we do it together.' I started.
'Just for the cause of the argument let's assume that
we do it together, okay?. Furthermore, let's make the
plausible assumption that we both like it and continue
to do it together. Don't you think that we will make
life a bit complicated in the future.
You know, with possible other people or partners that
may enter our life eventually. Don't you think that
that will leave one, or both of us in a lurch?
I mean, think of when you get a boyfriend. Then what
'bout me?
Or if I run into this gorgeous girl that blows me off
my feet. Do you think that you could deal with that?
Let alone the possible explanation of our by then
evident sexual prowess and experience.' I sputtered in
a halfhearted attempt to pass for a wise older brother,
and inwardly hitting myself for passing up the chance
to do it with Emily.
Emily did not buy my arguments at all and did not give
in that easily. (Did I ever tell you that she has a
streak of persistence in her?)
"Yeah, yeah, Bla, bla, yadda, yadda. How often do I
have to tell you, and how can I get through that thick
skull of yours, that we don't have those and are not
likely to get any anytime soon. I for one, am sick and
tired of running around with a hungry and constantly
drooling pussy without even the slightest chance of
some pleasant frolicking around with someone that I
might want to do it with myself.
If you believe all the stories about it, sex is about
the best thing before and after sliced bread and the
way it looks like right now you and I have nothing else
to look forward to. Please, please, pretty please...
for once be nice to your darling little sister.' She
hotly whispered in my ear while she seductively nibbled
on one of my earlobes and pressed her softly firm
little nipples of her deliciously soft and firm breasts
against me.
Now, there's only so much I can take, and the fact that
our grinding groins definitely sent me a message that
conveyed great eagerness and ultimate pressure combined
with hot conditions and elevated humidity. I lay back
and closed my eyes in an attempt to get a handle on
myself and dedicate a couple of moments to careful and
serious contemplation.
Yup, I was horny as a toad. Nuf said.
Nope, No chance of dealing with that other than with
Emily, except with 'the fast fiver'
Yup, Emily is almost going out of her mind with lust,
and so am I.
Nope, Not fertile, but caution is recommended.
Yup, I'm aware of the incest taboo-thing, but not too
clear on the reasons behind it.
Nope, I don't give a 'Double D' what others think about
it, especially not our parents.
Yup, Secretly I find the idea of doing it with my
little sister nastily exiting and stimulating.
Nope, Nobody else will have to know about it. None of
their bloody business.
Yup, I do love my sister, and would never want to hurt
her in any way shape or form.
Nope, I'm not convinced that others might think
likewise.
Yup, There undoubtedly are things that I have
overlooked, but I don't see them presently.
Any chance of passing up this chance and hurt Sis with
my rejection? Not on your bloody life!!!
'And, of course we don't immediately have to jump off
the deep end. I can come up with several other highly
satisfying and pleasant activities without going into
full penetration mode, assuming that we'll ever get to
that point.' I murmured on.
All things being equal, the conclusion was reached, we
would go ahead with it.
"Dear horny and ultimately attractive darling little
sister. I love you, but I care for you way too much to
mercilessly whip my dick into your sweet little plum,
quickly pump out a squirt or ten, and after that rally
behind the flag and hope for the best. Assuming that
you really, really, really want to do it with me.
We also have to at least maintain a modicum of
practicality before we go off doing things that we may
or may never regret. I think that we first have to line
things up properly and commit ourselves to a couple of
rules of engagement. Let's talk about that first and
please quit riding on my poor dip-stick. If you go on
like that I'll soon make a mess of things and I would
mightily abhor that."
Emily giggled and gave me a final suggestive and very
luxurious rub with her groin and put the tip of my dick
in the warm and wet entrance of her young and still
virgin femininity.
"Boy, am I glad that that you finally see the light.
Now I don't have to tickle you to death after all."
Emily chuckled and rolled over next to me and tried to
pull me over her.
"Wait a moment, sister dear. Easy does it and we're not
in any hurry. We still have a couple things to pass
review, remember?" I croaked with difficulty, cleared
my throat and continued.
"We don't have to do it right now. I think that we
should find a better time for it so that we can do
things at our leisure. I think that in order to make
the most out of it, we have to take it real easy, but
first a couple of things must be completely clear.."
Emily eyed me a bit apprehensively. You're not
chickening out on me, now are you? " She asked quietly
and with an undertone of disappointment, but I shook my
head and started with what I thought that had to be
said.
"No, I'm not chickening out on you. I wouldn't dream of
making the stupid same mistake of letting you out in
the cold ever again, but I'm also not about making a
new and maybe even bigger mistake by blindly blundering
headlong into something without carefully looking out
first. Too much is at stake, both for you and for
myself.
Number one, and that's the first of 5 points that I'd
like to put forward while number 6 has to remain
patient." I started as I pointed to my groin. "That's
number six down there, in case you missed that one." I
said with a toothy grin before I continued on a more
sober tone.
'We are both still virgins. Let's Learn fast, by doing
it slowly. I know for certain that if I would do it now
with you, that I would almost immediately come and
squirt your belly full of me. That would very
disappointing for both of us and of no use to either
one of us, so I don't think we want to do it that way.
Not that it would take me very long to reload and
recock, so to speak, but I think that we want our first
time to be really special for both of us.' I concluded
as I counted on finger down on my hand.
Emily impatiently opened her mouth to immediately serve
her commentary, but I was not done yet. 'No, no no,
sweetheart, let me finish. I'm not done yet, but I
promise you that I will let you have your say and that
I will listen to you without interrupting you.
Secondly; I love you dearly, but if anyone had asked me
yesterday whether I expected that this would happen I
most probably would have most violently and
unceremoniously belted him or her in the gob.
You know me well enough that although I often clown
around and am given to strange and sometimes maybe
irresponsible behavior, I can also be very elaborate
and cautious.
I really and deeply care about you, and I want to have
it clear to myself that I will not experience this as
some kind of ego-trip. With that I mean to say that you
come first, your wellbeing has my highest priority. As
I see it now, it is a decision with which we will
influence both our lives, and it has its consequences.
I do not want to end up like Mom and Dad, who
apparently went completely haywire and despite the
consequences continue to left and right fuck their way
through life with every loser that crosses their path.
Always sharing the loss and never gaining anything. If
we do it together, I want you to know that to me that
will be binding for as long as you'll have me, and then
some.' Emily seriously looked at me, and for a moment
it looked as if she was going to say something, but
instead of that she nodded deeply and approvingly.
"Point number three.
Please do yourself a favor and be honest to yourself.
Have things clear for yourself. I love you with and
without sex, although I want you to know that by now I
would love to have it with you. On the other hand I
don't want you to ever feel that I put you under
pressure of any kind, played mind-games with you in
order to use and abuse you, or that I betrayed you just
to satisfy my lust with you, because that's not how I
feel it. While I was droning away, Emily had become
heavily agitated. She looked as if she almost burst
with the urge to put in her two cent's worth and
bounced up an down, but she mastered herself , pressed
her lips firmly together, and let me finish and
continue.
"Number four, and it won't take long after this. I
promise you. Whatever happens further down the road,
you will have to fully understand that this is not
really something that the average 'Joe Blow' will see
as normal or even remotely will understand. Let alone
accept it. Now, I don't see myself as the average 'Joe
Blow', but you know perfectly well what my initial
reaction was. It took you some hard and fast talking to
convince me, but don't expect others to give in that
easily.
For me there's the beautiful and exiting possibility of
sharing with you something that I hardly dared
fantasizing about. Others don't necessarily have the
same incentive, but it will give them something to
accuse you of and judge you on. Incest, and that what
we are talking about, is still seen as just about the
filthiest and most depraved thing you can come up with,
and should it ever be found out than we will have to
pretty strong to be able to stand our ground and
survive. If for example Mom or Dad would find out about
it then we'll have to be prepared that they will
mobilize the whole hypocritical shebang to get us apart
and keep us separated.'
In the meantime, my erection had succumbed to complete
flaccidity, and Emily too seemed to have lost the
arousal of just minutes ago. She looked at me soberly,
seriously, but also with resolve and appreciation. I
vaguely wondered whether it made sense to continue, but
I felt good about pointing things out to her. It's
always good to know that there's a worm in the apple so
that you can eat around it, or decide to pick a
different one. I wryly thought by myself.
Emily cast down her eyes and softly said; "Go on. I
love you. I want to hear number 5 and then it's my
turn. I breathed deep, and finished my explanations.
"All right then.
Number five is of a more practical nature. If we do
this, we are in it together. Right? That means that you
will have to feel free to tell me about what you do or
don't like.
I promise you that I will always respect that, like I
respect you. From my side, for example, I get queasy
and the shivers at the thought of anal sex, or so-
called 'golden-showers' or pee-sex. While others may
find that an enjoyable and exciting thing to do, it
gives me the willies so I will always say no to that. I
readily admit that it is my own limitation and my
private little hang-up, but I nevertheless I expect you
to respect that. Other side of the coin is that we will
tell and show what gives us pleasure and enjoyment, so
that we can enjoy each other as intimate and with as
much pleasure as we would like to be enjoyed ourselves.
Giving and taking.
Last, but certainly not least I think that we will have
to address the subject of fertility, or better still,
prevention thereof. I have condoms at home, and we can
try to use those although I never got the chance to use
them before, but in any case they're there and it can't
be that hard. I don't know how you think about the
pill, but I don't think it's a good idea to run
risks...That's it. Your turn.
Emily sharply eyed me with a look that contained a
mixture of acknowledgment, admiration and warm love,
but also determination and soberness.
"Wow, that's the nicest most loving thing you ever said
to me. Not because of one specific thing in particular,
but as a whole. That is new to me and I am grateful of
it and it makes me love you even more. On the other
hand of course, I'm not a moron myself, and I have
thought often and deep about all this. For crying out
loud: I find myself almost constantly thinking of it
basically amount to the same. A couple of moments ago,
I was prepared to have sex with the big 'S' with you,
and I still am. I was prepared to let you at it and
come inside of me, without expecting to come myself and
just wait and see how it would further develop.
Luckily, you kept your eye on the ball.
As to my choice to do it with you, I want you to know
that as from the age of seven or eight, I have been off
and on in love with you. At first in the little girl's
innocent and romantic way, but ever since I tore my
maidenhood when I was nine, I have had sex with you on
my mind. I think that almost all girls who have
brothers at one point or the other are secretly in love
with them, but that later down the road, with
boyfriends and such, that fades away.
I find that I had no-one to talk to with than you and
you have always been unconditionally sincere and loving
towards me. On the other hand, the fact that you seemed
so completely unaware of that and were so ignorant of
my feelings of affection towards you has often made me
desperately sad and drove me mad with frustration. You
can't imagine how many times I have cried myself to
sleep feeling rejected by you when I heard from other
kids about the naughty sex-games that they played with
each other.
Things like playing doctor and such, and that you
seemed completely uninterested in doing that with me.
You were completely oblivious of what I wanted and that
made me sometimes feel that you didn't like me or at
least did not find me very attractive. You were such a
stiff and awkward dick-head where it came to that I
often wondered what I actually saw in you in the first
place, but I always returned to the point where I
wanted to be closer to you."
Here Emily paused and looking back in time, I realized
some of the things that I had overlooked or had been so
completely ignorant about. I could only begin to
understand the pain and sadness that Emily must have
felt about my seeming ignorance and distance that I had
kept from her. I had to swallow a couple of times when
I heard that.
I was not blind or dumb, and I had heard the stories of
those sex-games as well. They never failed to excite me
and make me horny. I had always been too shy, afraid of
being rejected or found out, to do anything about it or
take part in them, except with Jeany from next door and
even that was more on her initiative than on mine.
I guess that I also was afraid to let others get too
close to me and tended to keep my cards close to my
chest. I think that if we would have played those games
as well, we wouldn't have had this conversation at this
point and our lives would have looked a lot different.
Besides that, I was a boy, and boys tend to be a little
thickheaded about those things, and I must have been no
exception. After having paused to allow me to let
things sink in a bit Emily continued.
'I am fully aware what incest means and what the
consequences can be. Actually I know more about the
possible direct implications than you do, since I have
seen them from very close up. Do you remember Maude,
you know, the one with the long blonde hair and
glasses? She used to live a couple of blocks away.'
I nodded. I had met Maude a couple of times at Emily's
birthday parties and I had to admit that I had always
been very much taken with her. She had been, as they
called it, rather precocious in the physical sense and
had appeared to be entirely uninhibited in her
contacts, expressions and physical intimacy. I myself
had always been a bit more cautious and had carefully
kept my 'grapplers' to myself. At the time I found that
I had plenty of other head-aches and worries, and that
I could do without being expected generally
embarrassing and potentially hard-handed parental
interventions.
'Well, in order to cut down to the chase, She did it
with her brothers, her sister and with whomever she
took a fancy to within her extended family or outside
it.
She even did it with me when I found myself to be
miserable and with a severe case of 'the blues' about
your pig-headed and arrogant ignorance towards me and I
thought that I could find some comfort with her. She
didn't do it because she was forced, or was enticed
into it. If there was any force or enticement, it was
hers. She just liked doing it so much that she didn't
have any compulsion against it. You could call her a
natural and she was completely happy and at ease with
that.
Too bad that one of the one of those so-called virtuous
self-righteous hypocrites from church caught air of it
and now she is put into a closed boarding-school or
institution somewhere in the boondocks.
Her dad 's in prison and the rest of the family is up
shit-creek without as much as a toothpick for a paddle.
They're in counseling, institutionalized or in foster-
care, you know. Every once in a while I receive a
letter from her, but her problems are far from over,
but I don't think that she's going to change very much.
It is too much part of her life to give that up. At
least that's what she wrote to me. She's planning to
live with her brother as soon as they'll let her out of
the institution.
For me it's not so much because I think it's fun or
just enjoyable, because that still remains to be seen.
It's because I love you and I feel that I don't have a
choice since I already made that one long ago." Emily
finished looking at me lovingly.
She reached over and pulled me towards her as she rose
up to meet me and trembling brought her lips to mine.
At first she brushed them very lightly against mine,
barely touching them but letting their softness and
warmth invite me to answer her. I put an arm around her
as well and ever so gently answered her.
We withdrew just a bit, but then immediately returned,
more daring and certain now. Emily let the tip of her
tongue play over my lips, almost teasing me to open up
and follow her in her play. Again we let our lips part,
only to return with more vigor, more daring and urging,
hungry for more and more intimate.
We kissed deeply now, opening up to each other, letting
our hands roam over our bodies and for the first time
allow them to touch and caress one another as lovers.
The touch of her soft cool hand on the skin of my body
seemed to leave a trace of delightful sparks behind, at
least that's how it felt.
The sweet fresh smell of her breath and the taste of
her mouth as our tongues played with each other and
danced a happy passionate dance made my breath stall
and ran a shiver of indescribable delight through me.
We entwined in our first wondrous contact with each
other that left us breathless. I grunted and opened
myself up to her, letting her breathe through our kiss
and felt her do the same as we shared the living life-
giving breath between us.
We now lay down completely and fully embraced, pressing
our bodies together, feeling the electrifying touch of
skin against skin, nipples against chest, belly against
belly. Legs against legs as she slid one of her legs in
between mine and caressed them by sensuously sliding it
up and pressing her little plum against my thigh,
leaving little wet spots where she kissed me with it.
My by now completely returned erection rested nestled
in between her and my belly, her firm softness
caressing it, her warmth radiating through it. I broke
the kiss and brushed my cheek with them on my way to
her so soft and slender neck as she neighed her head as
if to allow me to reach her there better and easier.
'Yes, that's nice, Roger, kiss me there. Uuunh, so
nice!' She crooned softly in my ear and proceeded to
softly bite my earlobe. I softly bit in the skin at the
base of her neck that sent a shock through her and she
sensuously pressed herself harder against me, urging
and wanting.
I let her go and brought my mouth to her chest, to
where the soft mounds that promised to become her
breasts seemed to beg for my kisses and caressing.
Emily stroked my arms and my chest, looking at me in
delighted wonder about what our bodies asked, demanded
of us and gave us back in the strong feelings of
enjoyment.
Her hands wandered, light as butterflies over my
flanks, my belly and then up along my back where they
found a resting place on my spine. Without doing
anything but gently and slowly exploring each other
with strokes, kisses and sometimes nothing more than a
brushing breath, we lay there while time lost its
meaning in the delight that we found in each other.
Emily put her hand on my almost painfully raised
manhood that nearly exploded under the cool and soft
touch of her as she gripped it and put it between her
legs where it lodged itself against the warm and moist
softness of her femininity. She began to move and
slowly rubbed herself over its entire length, her
breath stalling and her body shuddering as her little
rosebud of delight touched and rode over my shaft. Her
fiery red mane hanging down, surrounding both our faces
as a fiery and fragrant universe that lit up in the
golden light of the setting sun.
We kissed again and tightly hugged each other as we
luxuriated in the touching of our bodies. Emily broke
the kiss, broadly smiled at me and whispered: 'There!
I'm ready. Now let's see if it really was worth the
wait.' With that she lifted herself slightly, again put
my penis into the portal of her most intimate place and
pulled her hand away. With a light gasp and sigh and a
slightly acrobatic thrust of her pelvis she pushed
herself down on me. I felt myself entering her a little
and her young virgin vagina stretched to receive me.
My foreskin stretched and rolled back as the very
sensitive tip of my manhood slowly penetrated her as
she stretched and strained to push it inside of her.
Her warmth radiated into me and I felt her most
powerful muscle grip and practically snap tight around
the ridge of my glans. She paused to allow herself to
adjust and fully experience what was happening to both
of us and then proceeded to push herself down further.
We didn't say anything because there was nothing to be
said. It felt so all consuming good and exciting that
there was nothing left to say and again we kissed as I
penetrated deeper into her. There was no sign of her
maidenhood and deeper and deeper, tiny piece by tiny
piece, I let myself course into her on her coaxing and
gentle pushing down on me.
I don't know how long it took, but eventually my glans
met up with the hotly firm mass of her cervix as her
femininity wetly kissed the base of my shaft and her
generous pudenda firmly rested against where our bodies
met in ultimate union. Again we paused and looked each
other in the eyes. There was no room for anything else
than warm and lusting love for each other. Finally
Emily gasped and thrust down further to achieve the
fullest envelopment of me and our groins pressed
together to give her clitoris the fullest stimulation.
'Hah! Roger! We are one! You and I are as one as we can
be! One in love! One in lust! One in blood! Nothing can
undo this! Now make me yours as you can never make
anyone yours this way but me. Love your sister and pour
yourself into me! I need you! I need ALL of you!' She
strangely quietly, seriously and solemnly urged me
before collapsing into a wildly humping fury upon me. I
felt her warm and tight gender contracting, milking and
rippling over and around my manhood as I met her
furious thrusts with my own upwards bucking and
gyrating.
The scent of our incestuous union made my nostrils
flare and intoxicate me into the wild raging passion of
our illicit coupling. It didn't take long before
Emily's movements and breathing became irregular and
nearly violently urging. Her vagina contracting with
that nearly painfully delicious stimulation of my so
deeply embedded organ and soon she let out a jubilant
scream of release at the onset of her orgasm. At the
height of her furious consummation of nature's reward
on sexual coupling she bit me in my shoulder to the
point of bleeding, but if it hurt it only served to
urge me on to thrust harder, deeper into her and to
yield my sperm to her wanting body. In reverberation of
her earlier words, it now struck like lightning that I
was making love to my own little sister, my own flesh
and blood and that there was no way back, no return, no
closure but to go forward to complete this delicious
sin.
As Emily was going through the throes of her climax,
she tightly, nearly desperately clung on to me and
without leaving her deliciously churning and kneading
gender I rolled her over on her back and started to
ride her towards my own relief and release. Our mouths
found each other and again we let our tongues play the
wild dance of union, our breath shared and depleting
itself as it passed between us. Now on top, I
forcefully thrust myself into her as She had thrust
herself upon me and breaking the kiss, I let my lips
wander to her young and creamy breasts, her taut and
firm nipples and I sucked them in, gently bit them as I
arched my loins to even deeper burrow into the deepest
and hottest of her body.
Emily shuddered and shocked as I found her nipples and
with renewed vigor met my wild bucking and pumping into
her. Again Emily's breath grew ragged and I felt her
body tense in another orgasm as I felt my testicles
contract and the hot wave of my living seed course from
my belly, through my surging shaft, to forcefully
against the contracting pressure of her vagina explode
from my member towards her womb, into her belly.
My orgasm erupted and our universe contracted to
contain only ourselves in our ultimate lustful
consummation of each other. It felt as if my manhood
grew to be bigger than myself, our bodies melting into
one and our fluids mixing and churning into that unholy
potion of incestuous delight. We became the sinful,
two-headed, multi-limbed beast in feeding and savoring
of the deepest taboo. We became truly as one as could
be in this life and we kept on indulging in each other.
With the voracity of youth riding waves of our orgasms
as they cascaded and crescendoed and cascaded again.
The ultimate delight and vigor as that of a summer
thunderstorm eventually giving way to the peace and
tranquility of satiation, only to flare up again as our
bodies, in feverish yearning, strove to derive yet more
sexual intoxication and release. Finally I had no more
and my last orgasm yielded nothing to add to what I had
already pledged on the altar in that deepest temple of
Emily's yearning, but if it would have been my last
life-blood, I would have gladly rendered it to her.
Finally we lay there panting, gasping and moaning in
the comfort of our still linked and entwined bodies.
Bathing in our sweat and sexual fluids. Softly rocking
each other and between shuddering sighs, whispering
sweet secret names of love to each other.
For how long we lay there I don't know. The perception
of time is somehow different in the succor of sexual
satiation, but when we finally stirred, it was nearly
completely dark and the stars filled the moonless sky
above us.
'Uhnn, I'm sore...but sooooo nicely sore...' Emily
lazily, sleepily mumbled, nudging me and gently
indicating that I was getting heavy on her. 'I also
gotta pee badly so get off me Roger. I gotta go
reeeeally bad.' she added with urgency and I lifted
myself off her and let my still half hard cock slip out
of her. A generous gulp of our sexual fluids left
Emily's body and dripped from between her still swollen
little labia, making a sticky little puddle in the
grass between her thighs. I tiredly, still sluggish
from the warm afterglow stood up and helped her to her
feet. 'Ooew looks like I'm going to be bowlegged for a
while, dear brother of mine.'
Emily remarked as she winced once or twice before
stepping away a few paces and squatted to relief her
bladder. The steady stream of her peeing sounded
clearly through the quiet night air eventually slowed
down to a trickle and Emily stood up. We met and hugged
each other closely and kissed again. Now not with the
heat and urging of the illicit lust, but more so with
the love and tenderness of lovers. We broke the kiss
and Emily rested her head against my chest and
shoulder. We just stood there close together to take in
and come to grips with the enormity of what we just had
done.
No regrets, at least not from my side and not from hers
either. 'Wow... That really was worth the wait.' we
almost simultaneously whispered and Emily giggled
wickedly as I chuckled. "Yep! And there's more to come.
Now that I've had you once, I want to have you at least
every day if you'll have me.' I mumbled and Emily
grinned widely, her beautiful white teeth lighting up
her face. 'You Betcha! I want you every day and you
know, the closets in our room only have a very thin
wall between them. Maybe we should knock that out so
that we can freely share our rooms without using the
hallway. That way we can fuck each other every day.'
Again Emily giggled and hand in hand we walked towards
the water of the lake to take a refreshing bath and
swim.
Whatever was in that water, it did wonders for us and
rapidly revived us to the point that my erection
returned in full when I saw Emily's lithe and slim
figure outlined against the starlit sky. We left the
water, picked up our bags and clothes and made off to
the Forestry shelter. I was getting hungry and having
had the presence of mind to pack a bottle of wine, a
couple of baguettes and some hard Italian sausage, I
offered to have a romantic light supper.
I spread my sleeping-bag on the cot and soon we were
taking turns on sips of the bottle and happily munching
away the delicate and tasty bread with that sausage
that I cut up with my pocket knife. This combination of
food and wine, to date, has remained our secret
ceremonial meal with which we celebrate our incest and
seal our commitment to each other. I haven't kept track
how many times we managed to couple that memorable
weekend, but rest assured that it was many, many times.
Thus ends the simple and pleasant tale of how Emily and
I found relief and an undying bond with each other in
the wickedly and so deliciously secret consummation of
incest.
Eventually my parents divorced and we returned
stateside with my mother. In college we shacked up with
each other and after our mother died, leaving us a not
insignificant amount that she in turn had inherited
from her Old New-England heritage. I am writing with
the wavering and dubious success of the independently
wealthy, but mostly for my own satisfaction and
enjoyment and Emily runs her business as a Public
Relations consultant from home so that most of the time
we are there for each other's urges of them moment.
Many and deep there be.
Over the years we've experimented with different
partners, but we always found it lacking that special
sharp and wickedly nasty edge that none but the two of
us can find and so deeply enjoy in the unique sexual
experience between us and the deep gratification that
it brings us.
Eventually Emily went off the pill, but it so appears
that she always miscarriages before a month or two
passes. We don't care that much about it and on the
upside, Emily always has that special horniness and
nearly inhuman stamina in sexual appetite that comes
with being nearly constantly pregnant. From my side, I
gladly oblige her and have come to love that special
tangy and warm scent of making love to a pregnant
woman.
Roger Out!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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