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Fiction: Incest, Bro/sis
When my sister and I were much younger, we did something that was pretty
stupid.  I know teenagers do stupid stuff all the time, stuff they regret.

But this was different.  It was something that was really stupid.

   The incident in question occurred in the fall, just after school
started. It was the year that my sister, Anne, was a sophomore.  Her
boyfriend, Henry, was a senior.  Anne and I are only 18 months different in
age, but because of the way our birthdays fell in the school calendar, I
was two grades behind her.

   Being born that close together meant that our parents had to maximize
the use of their time in order to fully take care of us both.  That meant,
as toddlers, we got baths together, slept in the same bed on trips, etc. 
In general, Anne and I grew up being open with each other and not worrying
about basic things like closing the bathroom door, for instance.  As time
went on, and we reached the age of experimentation, it was natural that we
perform our first sex experiments on each other.

   That summer, somehow, for some reason, Henry found out that Anne and I
sometimes masturbated each other.  At the time, I didn't think it was that
unusual for brothers and sisters to do that sort of thing, but now I
realize that many siblings don't get along well with each other.  Anne and
I experimented a lot with each other but we had never had sex, at least not
penis -in- pussy, full contact, insertion sex.  At first, Henry found the
relationship that Anne and I had to be just merely interesting, but by the
time school started that fall he was intrigued by the whole idea of brother
and sister incest.

   I didn't like Henry very much.  I could never figure out what Anne saw
in him.  He always talked a big line about going off to college, but he
never did anything about it.  Anne, on the other hand, had always planned
on furthering her education and did whatever she needed to in order to get
herself ready.  Don't get me wrong.  There isn't anything good or bad about
not going to college.  It's just that they just didn't seem right for each
other.

   Henry kept insisting that Anne and I masturbate each other while he
watched.  Initially, I found this idea to be out of the question.  I felt
that having someone, anyone, masturbate me in front of another male was
somehow homosexual, and that just wasn't for me.  Anne was reluctant to
perform in front of Henry, although Anne and Henry had sex on numerous
occasions.  The problem was, she had never had an orgasm with Henry.  It
was embarrassing but I could always bring her to climax, usually several
times.  I am sure Henry didn't know this and she was reluctant to show him.

   As I said, time marches on, and eventually Henry convinced Anne to talk
me into some sort of sexual activity with her.  Maybe it was just to shut
him up, or maybe she felt she needed to in order to keep her relationship
with Henry.  Anyway, I will do anything for Anne, so I agreed.

   Next there was the negotiation of where, when, and how far would we go.
As it turned out, Anne and I agreed to actual penis - pussy penetration.  I
think Anne and I secretly wanted to have sex anyway so that part wouldn't
be hard.  The kicker was that we were going to allow Henry to take some
photographs.  I honestly don't know how that happened.  That's the crazy,
stupid part of this incident.  Neither of us regret the sex part, even
today.

   The whole experience turned out to be much more than we planned for,
although we didn't really have much of a plan.  Henry, Anne, and I went to
our basement family room on a Saturday night while our parents were out. 
Anne got undressed pretty easily.  After all, Henry and I both had seen her
naked on numerous occasions.  Then she did some calisthenics so we could
watch her boobs bounce.  I was still reluctant to get fully undressed in
front of Henry.  It's one thing to walk naked around the men's shower at
school, another thing altogether to deliberately get undressed in front of
another male, especially a senior.  I was adamant that I keep my shorts on
until the last minute.

   Other than that, we had no plan for how to get started or what we were
going to do.  Anne and I did a little dance together and I sucked one of
her tits, ostensibly so Henry could adjust his camera and set the light
levels.  Then he suggested that Anne and I do some 69 to loosen up, so we
did.  Henry was a bit of a pest at first, getting in the way, giving us
instructions and generally trying to get his camera into tight places for
close up shots.

   I love to do 69 with Anne.  We had gotten pretty good at it and it was
one of our favorite sex activities, especially if we didn't have much time.
If I can get her to spread her legs far enough, I can get my mouth in close
and get her clit between my teeth.  Not to bite it of course or to cause
any pain, but I can hold it and massage the tip with my tongue.  Add to
that my finger inside her vagina on her G-spot and presto, almost instant
orgasm.

   We are close in height, but not close enough to be a perfect fit.  She
has to slide pretty far back in order for me to do the trick with her clit
and, as a result, she can't get as much of my cock in her mouth as we both
would like.  The end result is well worth it.  I think it's purely
psychological, but if I make Anne come first, it makes my orgasm that much
better.  Besides, I like to drive Anne crazy.

   Once we were comfortably in this position, I massaged her until she had
several orgasms, then when she couldn't take any more, she slid back to
work my cock over.  We were just getting into this phase when she simply
turned around and slipped her pussy down my cock.  Even though it was
something we had never done before, it felt as natural as could be.  For an
instant, the thought occurred to me that maybe we should use a condom, but
then I remembered we were only going to fuck long enough for Henry to get a
few pictures.

   She leaned forward and we kissed.  I'm sorry but Anne's kisses are not
easily ignored.  We immediately got lost in the moment, completely ignoring
Henry and his camera.  She came again almost immediately.  I lasted a
little longer, but I'll bet it wasn't two minutes later when it happened.
It surprised both of us, although it probably shouldn't have.  Of course we
hadn't used a condom, we hadn't planned to go that far.

   When I saw my cum slipping out of her pussy and down my cock, I thought,
Oh my!  I wonder if she has an egg patiently waiting for me to send it a
mate.  And if so, I wonder if any of my little mates will make it through.

   I stopped pumping but she did not.  I finally managed to get a hold on
her shoulder and said, "Annie, I came."

   She said, "I know," but she finally stopped.

   I was about to pull out until Henry said, "Wait!  I need to get a
picture of that."

   Anne slipped her hands underneath my shoulder blades, held tight, and
rolled us both over so I was now on top.  She said to Henry, "There.  Is
that better?  Snap some quick because he is sliding out."

   I whispered, "Annie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

   She smiled and said, "Sorry?" Then she lightly tapped me on the nose
with her finger and said with a big grin, "I thought you meant to do that!"
As I slipped out and stood up, she pulled her legs up high so the cum would
drip out and down on her ass.  Of course Henry was all over that with his
camera.

   Afterwards, we packed ourselves into Henry's car and went out for pizza.
It was one of those rare times when Anne offered to pay.  We actually ended
up at a sub shop because the pizza place was too crowded.  While we were
eating, Anne got up suddenly and went to the ladies room.  She came out and
went to the counter.  The man behind the counter stepped away and then came
back with a piece of plastic wrap which she used to wrap up what she had in
her hand.  When she got back to the table, I gave her my expression that
said, "What was that all about?"

   She shrugged and mouthed the word, "Later." It turned out that she had
wrapped up a piece of toilet paper, of all things.  While we were sitting
there, she had felt a cool, wet spot in her panties and went to the
restroom to investigate.  It was a few dribbles of my cum so she cleaned
herself up with some toilet paper and was saving the paper in the plastic
wrap.  I'll bet she still has it, a memento of our first time.

   When we finally got home and Henry had left, she seemed so pumped and
happy I said, "I thought you would be mad, because I came inside you."

   She said, "Baby, that was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

   However, a few weeks later the mood turned somber.  She brought me a
panty liner with a few red and black spots on it.  I asked her "What's
this?"

   She said, "That's all I've gotten so far."

   I said, "Oh, my.  I wondered about that.  Well, you know I'll do
anything for you."

   She said, "I know.  It's my fault for asking you in the first place."

   I said, "No, that's not what I mean.  I meant I'll be there ...  to do
whatever you decide to do about this."

   "Whatever we decide," she corrected.

   "Whatever we decide," I repeated.

   Later that week, as I was lying on the couch watching TV, Anne came in
and lay down on the couch in front of me.  Whatever else happened, or would
happen, we were even closer than before.  As she stretched out in front of
me, I kissed her on the cheek and licked her ear.  She snuggled closer and
as I lay my arm across her stomach she said, "Just don't make fun of my
stomach when it gets bigger.  Okay?"

   Two days later her flow increased substantially, and she said she
actually had a much bigger period than usual.  After that she was back to
normal.  We both wondered if maybe she actually had been pregnant but,
because of the way nature works, something wasn't quite right and it
miscarried.

   She seemed sad and distant for quite a while.  Then one day, I came into
the kitchen and she was sitting there, her head in her hands.  It was
evident she had been crying.  I thought it was something to do with Henry.
Apparently there had been some heated discussion between Anne and Henry
over the eventual disposition of the pictures.  Henry was sure that we
would make a lot of money if we would let him sell them.  Obviously, Anne
was opposed.

   However, it wasn't about Henry and the pictures at all, because when I
asked her what was wrong she turned to me and said, almost angrily "Why
don't you like me any more?"

   Totally surprised, I said , "What?  What do you mean?  Annie, I love
you!"

   She said, "Then why don't we have sex anymore?" Crying now, she
stuttered, "We don't even play around like we used to." More sobbing, but
getting herself under control, "You KNOW that finally fucking you was the
greatest thing that ever happened to me!"

   I didn't know what to say, but I knew I better start somewhere, so I
said, "Anne, I was just trying to be the sensitive male.  You know, let you
have some time, not be asking you for sex all the time."

   Still crying, she said, "Well, what about once in awhile?"

   I had taken out my wallet, so now I removed the condom that had been
neatly stored inside.  The packaging was a little crumpled but still
intact. I took her by the hand and said, "I'm sorry.  This is my fault. 
Look, we can solve all this straight away." I placed the condom in her
other hand and said, "Come on," as I led her into the bedroom.

   Epilog

   I don't know what happened to Henry and the pictures.  Afterward, I half
expected to see some of them floating around school, but I never did.  As
far as I can tell, the pictures never made it to the internet either.  Anne
and Henry eventually broke up and we didn't see him for a long time.

   It wasn't until a few years after Anne graduated from college that I saw
Henry again.  I knew he had moved to Georgia, to live with his brother and
work in his brother's business.  We talked a little about how he was doing
and then I asked him about the pictures.  At first he pretended that he
didn't remember them.  Then he said, "Oh, I still have the rolls somewhere.
I don't think I ever had them developed."

   Recently, Anne and I were talking on the phone and she asked me if I
remembered Henry.  I told her I did.  Then she asked if I remembered the
pictures?  I told her "Yes.  I wonder where they are now." There was a
short pause when neither of us said anything.  Then I said, "I wish I had
one of them right now."

   She sounded surprised when she said "You do?  I was wishing the same
thing!"