Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc Author: W R Jenkins Title: Sister Relations Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Sister Relations - (sisrealt.txt) - Bittersweet memories of sis. (Only because of the long drought in sex.) The way we were and the way we came to be. M/F, anal, oral, inc The whole thing hinged on my fateful decision to befriend Jerry. Not that it was an act of philanthropy or anything. Jerry was an asshole pure and simple, but I figured he might be less of an asshole towards me if I was his buddy. He went for the idea surprisingly quickly and I should have been suspicious, but I was glad. I didn't know his real motive until about a week later when he came home with me. "You can grab those buttcheeks or you can die. It's that simple." I knew the transformation had been too simple. Jerry was a jerk and was still a jerk. Only now he was a jerk with a knife and my sister on her knees in front on him. I was almost amused when he pulled that knife on Lucy and started calling her a slut and a cocktease. Then I was part coward and part snickering conspirator when he told her to take off her clothes. I knew he was going too far, but I wasn't brave enough to stop him and it was kind of kinky to witness my sister being harassed like that. I didn't mind her humiliation at having to get naked in front of us and I was excited to see Lucy all the way really naked right where I could get a good look. Then Jerry pushed her to her hands and knees and ordered me to help. I didn't want to die. I did what he said. "Now hold 'em open while I give your sister a thrill she needs." I hated my complicity as much as I pitied Lucy as Jerry pulled out his hard cock. I was taken to a new level of wonder as he pointed his cock at my sister's asshole and leaned in. I had to watch from where Jerry had me. I had no special love for Lucy, but seeing her asshole stretch to ungodly size to let in Jerry's cock made me feel for her. Not that her screaming didn't speak for itself. "NO! It's too big! You're hurting me! I'll suck it! Please take it out!" Jerry only grinned and kept sliding more of his cock into her ass. I was caught between wonder that the tiny hole could take all that cock and guilt that I wasn't doing anything. Jerry was ignoring her protest and pushing his cock to the hilt. He had a mission and he was enjoying it. He was groaning with pleasure at the tight fit and I was the one holding her ass open for Jerry to bugger. There was only one thing that could make it worse. "You want to suck? Suck your brother's dick while I buttfuck you." Lucy had no special love for me either, so it was a measure of the terror Jerry was inflicting for her to move her head near my crotch. I could only imagine the feelings and emotions a big cock fucking her ass was forcing on her if she was willing to even consider his command. It was confusing to feel her hands open my pants. It made me feel like every thrust of Jerry's cock was pushing her toward some strange fate. I didn't know what to think about myself as I waited expectantly for her mouth to cover my cock and suck me. I didn't have many deep thoughts as I felt the wet touch of her mouth surround my cock. I guess it was too much to think about. I remember becoming absorbed by the sight of Jerry's cock ramming into her ass. Somewhere the mouth moving up and back on my cock was connected to his cock fucking her ass. It was like his buggering my sister was making it feel like I was getting sucked off. I was even helping push Lucy's ass at Jerry to help the illusion. I had gotten the idea that fucking her harder would help me cum and and I wanted to cum bad. I have no idea what Lucy was thinking, but she was the one sucking me and that sucking had me set to blast a big load into the mouth I was trying not to think about. I still can't complete the impression of Lucy sucking my dick as she got fucked in the ass, but I do remember every shiver and tingle of the blow-job I got that day. I guess I blocked everything but the pleasure and the picture of Jerry's cock slamming into my sister's asshole. I remember a final panic, thrusting wildly into a mouth I didn't dare identify. Then I was holding her ass as an anchor to reality as my balls jerked and I shot out a full and copious load of perverse lust into my sister's mouth. It was all the pleasure of cumming and my grip on an ass being brutally pounded. Refusing to identify Lucy had turned her into meat- a receptacle for my jizm and an ass for my 'friend' to bugger. I think my cumming in her mouth had a similar effect on Jerry. He seemed to feed on the abomination of the incest he had wrought and fucked Lucy even more fiercely. Even so, it seemed he pumped his hard intruder into her asshole for ages before he slammed into her with a final grunt and quivered, groaning as he filled Lucy's ass with cum. Then it was all chilling aftermath. "Got you a blow-job too. You can't complain," Jerry said to me as he pulled his cock out of my sister's ass. I had nothing to say. Lucy collapsed in tears. Jerry grinned at us and pulled up his pants. "See you around, punk. Tell your sister where I am when she wants more," Jerry said as his exit line. It all settled on me as the door closed behind him. As hard as I had tried to ignore the truth while it happened, there was no longer room for denial. I was kneeling on the floor over my sister with my pants down to my knees and remnants of cum dripping from my cock. She was curled up on her side, sobbing. I dreaded the moment she would recover and begin her righteous accusations. I had only the defense of cowardice and that gave me no comfort. I quickly pulled up my pants to hide the evidence. There was no relief for me when Lucy finally did control her crying and lifted her head. I had been thrown into deep waters without any bearings. I didn't know which way to go and wasn't sure I could even swim. "He was going to kill you, right?" Lucy asked. It was so much a trap question. I just nodded. "It wasn't some game you guys worked out together, was it?" she asked. I knew what she wanted. It was easy. I broke down. I felt vulnerable enough the tears poured out. I blubbered out the whole sorry tale of befriending Jerry and seeing him turn on me. While I sobbed, Lucy slowly turned from sorry victim into bemused predator. "You think he'll kill you when I go to the police?" she asked. There was a familiar edge to her tone. It was her friendly way of threatening me. I knew that voice. There was the laugh of having something on me in it along with the seductive promise that there was a solution- a terrible solution for me, but a solution to the problem she was identifying. "You'll tell no one. Never. This didn't happen. It's a lie. You swear?" she lost the familiar tone. There was something desperate about that and dangerous. She wasn't shaking it off to play her sister games with me. There was an intensity she had never turned on me before. "No. Never happened," I stuttered out. My fear and compliance seemed to quiet her. She pushed herself up stiffly and reached for her scattered clothes. Her ass hurt a lot. I saw her wince every time she moved, but she dressed quickly in spite of that. "Now, who do I tell about you putting your nasty thing in my mouth?" she said as she stood up. This was the sister I knew. Somehow she had sorted out all that had happened to her and was back to the extorting, controlling sister I knew so well. And this time she had something big on me, so big that I trembled at the thought of what she might demand. Of course, that's because I'm a coward. I could have had the balls to think past her gambit and see she couldn't admit only half of what happened, but I didn't. I was plagued by guilt anyway so it was easiest to see whatever she wanted as justice for my crime. "Do what you want. I deserve whatever happens," I said in that moment of surrender. Then it got strange. You'd think the traumatic anal rape and forced incest would be as weird as it could get, but that's selling Lucy short. Of course, now I know my own uncertain feelings played their part in the drama. Lucy liked my regret. She seemed to feed on my self-flagellation. It was like a rolling ball of yarn to a kitten. She encouraged my powerlessness to give herself control. She enjoyed my suffering. And there was something else that I don't understand. Something that soothed her regret or confirmed her own self-accusation. I don't know how it worked. I only know she became a most wonderful torturer. "Look at it trembling. It's as big a coward as you are." Lucy was taunting me as my erect cock quavered in front of her face. I was learning the meaning of good grief, horrible pleasure, repugnant excitement. I felt bad I couldn't help responding. Lucy loved my uncertainty and drew out every long lick of her tongue along the length of my shaft. She was nestled between my legs, her mouth hauntingly hovering over my hard cock. For whatever unknown motives, Lucy had decided my punishment was to re-create my sin. I was routinely told to drop my pants and lay on my bed so she could bully me with my natural urges. "What about these little fellows?" she'd ask as her tongue went down to lave my balls. It felt so good and was so wrong. I wanted her to suck me. I wanted to shoot gallons of cum into her mouth. I feared giving her that power and hated my weakness for falling into her trap. I'm sure her perverse delight made her tingle as I braced stiffly while her mouth came down over my cock. I couldn't help but fear something bad was coming even as her lips stroked my shaft and my cock was bathed in her moving, sucking mouth. It was good. She sucked on the knob and then licked around it before swooping down to suck me deep. She moved ardently up and down my shaft to bring my urge up past my fear and then went back to the long licks to let the fear rule again. It was better than the anonymous blow-job, but I could no longer ignore whose mouth was giving me those feelings. I wanted to cum. I wanted her back sucking up and down with a fury. I wanted my own sister to suck my dick and I wanted to cum in her mouth. "You're going to pop pretty soon, aren't you? You want me to swallow it too? You want me to keep sucking while you shoot off in my mouth? You want me to suck you until you're limp?" Yes. Yes, I did. No. No, I didn't want to admit it. Lucy was turning my dreams into nightmares. And I still, damn me, needed her to do it. I wanted her to suck my cock. I needed her to get me off. I was clutching the sheets with curved fingers as if I was being raped as her head bobbed on my dick. This time she was sucking with purpose. Her head flew up and down, sucking hard as she pulled back, her mouth opening to plunge deep down to suck again. I was in turmoil and she was energized. Fingers tickled my balls as she sucked and sucked. Her head moved faster. My cock bumped against the hard at the back of her throat as she tipped her head up and continued the furious bobbing. It felt like she was taking my cock deeper than she was, but my response was frozen by her eyes locked on mine. All the wonderful feelings took on new meaning as she persevered with an intent in her eyes that was confirmed by the dedication of her keeping up the rapid sucking as I hung on the edge of climax. Seeing her work so hard for my benefit was an amazement that delayed - or extended the joy before- my orgasm. But finally her determination outlasted my wonder and the pure, inescapable urge that her pounding mouth drew from me took me over the top. Cumming was pure good. There was only the spasming release of my pent-up lust spurting into the sucking mouth that did not relent as I filled it. She sucked and I jerked like a chicken on the third rail as she tortured me with the pleasure of emptying my balls into her mouth. It was so good I couldn't take it and she tormented me by not slowing or reducing the suction as her head continued to push and pull her mouth up and down my now too sensitive cock. I flopped and jerked as she continued the horrible ecstasy. Then came the drop from heaven to hell. My devil sister was holding my cock with a sperm-dripping smile on her face. My sister had sucked me off again. It was sick and unnatural and worse, it was putting me deeper in her control. She was loving it. "You act like it hurts. Which is it: good or painful?" she asked coquettishly. "You did seem to shoot a lot. I had trouble swallowing it all. But the look on your face..." She gloried in reminding me of every smarmy detail. She made me admit the reality of my sperm on her lips while I still had to deal with the disturbing truth that it felt good. I don't know how I went so wrong. Before my 'pal' had thrown us into this unnatural compact I was amused by anything that brought Lucy shame. In those days I would have given anything to have my sister suck my cock. Only I would have been the imposing one, demanding her servitude and laughing as I fouled her face with my jizm. I guess it was guilt that put her in control and left me cringing at what I would have seen as glory before. I can't explain it. I only know that it had turned upside down. It took weeks for my sanity to return. Or perhaps it was just getting accustomed to the shame of being my sister's plaything. After a time, I was slipping into a routine of laying back and having Lucy suck my cock. Lucy felt it. She wasn't going to let her advantage slip away. For all I know, she had planned it from the start. "I'm tired of sucking your dick all the time." I knew she was not releasing me, however that sounded. I didn't have to wait for confirmation. "Now it's time for you to do me." Lucy had dressed for the occasion. She pulled down her pants and there was nothing but hairy cunt underneath. There was probably ass and legs as well, but, since I hadn't really got a look during the incident that threw us into this perverse relation, all I saw was my sister's cunt- puffy lips and damp hair in the delta between her legs. I knew what she wanted- at least half. It was somehow comforting because it fit better than having her pleasure me. Being pushed face down into her crotch suited our relationship and the balance of power. The prospect of licking her cunt itself was comforting for the very fact that my revulsion fit with my self-loathing and seemed proper. It would be punishment and I welcomed punishment. "Don't lap like a dog. Use the tip and poke it all around." I actually welcomed the criticism. There could come a time when I would want to do this for a girl. I paid attention to her derisive comments and tried to put them into practice. I nearly forgot who I was practicing on down in the dark between her thighs. I was just licking cunt and trying to get good at it. "My clit. Lick my clit. Lick it good." It wasn't so much instruction as urgency. Obviously I had done enough right to get her hot. Now she forsook her condescending instruction of her idiot brother in a genuine need for me to get her off. It wasn't much of a guide, but I discovered that not much was needed. It seemed any touch was the right touch at that point. Whatever my deficiencies, she corrected them by grabbing my hair in both hands and shoving my face in her twat. Her legs worked like some epileptic trap around my ears and she humped up against my face with nearly bruising force. Then she was cumming and I thought I would never breathe again. Her hands locked on my head and held me in her crotch. Only a slight space around my nostrils let me draw sweet oxygen into my lungs as she caterwauled and quivered in climax. "Now get it out," she said when she had released me, which was long after she had stopped twitching. I suppose I had a dumb look on my face. "You didn't think that was it, did you? Get it out and see if you can make me cum again." That was the half I would have been centuries in guessing. Lucy wanting me that close to her, let alone inside her? Serving her as a suck slave didn't count. That was all power trip I could understand, but my dick inside her? I didn't get it. "You do know how to work your pants, don't you? You don't need help taking a piss, do you?" She didn't sound like she wanted to fuck me. Regardless, I unbuttoned my pants and took them off. She was being very clear about that. Any hesitation pulling down my underwear came from my wariness of a trap. She'd seen my dick lots of times when she sucked it. I wasn't disappointed by her reaction. "So, I'm ugly and not good enough for you- is that it?" My erection had come and gone while I ate her, according to how aware I was that I was licking my sister's cunt. The shock of her new revelation hadn't made it below my belt. My cock was hanging down, unconvinced that there was work for it to do. "Then you crawl up her and pretend. I suppose that's all you're good for." It was creepy to get in that position over Lucy. It was full of all the sickness that had been haunting me since the incident. There we were, like man and wife, like lovers, positioned for sex. Creepy didn't begin to describe my feelings when my cock began to respond as Lucy must have known it would. My face must have shown my thoughts. Lucy reveled in that. She was using her hips to tease and prod my growing erection into quicker response. She was teasing my cock with the silky damp of her swollen folds. I was going to fuck my sister. It all goes back to before and after. It was a revenge dream turned on itself. Maybe I would have flinched anyway, but before the incident I would have been eager until I flinched. Now there was no flinching, only doomed realization that I had no choice. "It's hard enough. Put it in." I knew it was hard enough. I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it until pushed. I even leaned to one side so I could use my hand to guide my cock into my sister. I thought I was delaying a few more precious seconds, but I'm not so sure of my real motives. I know I didn't want Lucy to laugh at my fumbling attempts to find her slit without the guidance. She was not the first person I'd fucked. I'd had an 'appointment' with the class slut, who I actually liked, but wouldn't believe me. She kept on with 'business' as I tried to convince her. I didn't give up so much as got lost in the wonder of being actually inside a woman. Anyway, there were a lot of feelings and memories involved with my cock sliding into my sister. Right at the start it was surprise that my cock slipped into her so easily. Again a lot of thoughts got lost in the warm immersion. Memories of Donna stopped at the comparison of my entry. My head was filled with being so deep so quickly, so warm so nervous. That was torpedoed by looking down and remembering it was my sister giving me those feelings. "You like that, huh?" told me she saw my thoughts on my face. I was pissed off and embarrassed. "Feels like cunt to me," I snapped. Now I had to move. My retort left me no room to wait for Lucy's urging. Thanks to my smart mouth I had to fuck her and fuck her well. I could only guess how to do that since my other experience had been so brief. Out of caution rather than by any plan I started slow. Pussy can make you lose your head. Even now I know the urge doesn't have to be followed, that it will wait until satisfied, I stand by those words. With Lucy, going slow was a feat of nerve I didn't know I possessed. This time I read her face and I saw expectation. There's a thousand things in the competition, deviousness and taunting between siblings that don't need the pressures of sexual performance. I knew I was facing them all as I moved my cock inside Lucy. I saw a flicker of wonder in her eyes as I pulled carefully back and pushed in slowly. It was something she hadn't expected and from her look it was better than she gave me credit for. I took no joy in that since I didn't know the careful start was going to impress her. It only added more pressure for me to hide the fact I had done it by accident. It did get easier. The warring in my head helped. The part disgusted with fucking my sister was no help, but the pure, simple feel of her smooth, wet passage embracing my cock drove me naturally. I kept no rhythm other than the desire to explore the feelings. I drove harder, slower, quicker as the urge took me. This was what I wanted to do while the newness of my first time was driving my to thrust ever faster and made me cum too quickly. This time I was feeling rather than glimpsing an impression of what it felt like to fuck. Lucy joined in when her shock had worn off. She was moving with me and counter to me in what I can only guess was her own exploration of how cock felt in all her places. "Stop teasing!" Lucy finally panted. "Fuck me. Quit starting and stopping." It sounds like an order, but it was a plea. She couldn't take it and somehow I'd won. I'd outlasted her. It wasn't like she was a purring, mewling, begging thrall at my feet, but with Lucy it was as big of a victory. I felt confident enough to do what I had wanted all along- get it over with. Now that means both ending the sick affair and answering the call of my urge for pleasure. Out of pride I didn't go all out at first, but I set a pace that Lucy eagerly matched, surging up to meet me. As I found out later- and as suits our strange relations, Lucy was better than many women. Her moving seemed to anticipate my own and follow it at the same time. She wasn't locked into a motion and kept my thrusts interesting and drove me to pick up speed. I fucked her faster and she responded. I fucked her harder and she planted her feet and threw her hips up to my thrusts. That she was my match and my adversary was so familiar that fucking took on the aura of games in the backyard as children. Except that I had never felt so exhilarated or that the prize was so great as a child. I was lost in fucking. Even seeing, knowing it was my sister under me didn't dent the building desire to reach the explosion at the summit. I fucked her for fuck's sake. I fucked her for my cock's sake. I fucked her with all the hidden knowledge of a million years stored in my genes. When I came I was a run-away train. I smashed through the barrier of ejaculating like a diesel does the end-track barrier. I kept fucking as my cock pumped out my seed. I was in motion and couldn't stop. The inertia of my thrusts carried me through Lucy twisting and thrashing in my arms. Her legs wrapped tight around mine. Her belly seemed a separate part of her, moving and grinding in ways that seemed impossible for a part of her body. She finally brought me to a halt with several hard jerks and a surrendering quiver. She clung to me so tightly that I couldn't move, but I had expended my momentum and all I wanted was to fall on her and let her be wrapped around me. That day took us through other barriers as well. She was still my sister and the thought of sex with her still didn't settle, but I was less haunted by the fear that I was walking into a snare. I was less reluctant to fuck her again, if I had to, because it had been such an eye-opening experience. And it wasn't even our best fuck. Nothing could touch the drama of that first time, but over the following weeks we became familiar with little things that could make it better. And, face it, change is the most exciting thing. Novelty adds a kick and we both brought our ideas to bed. I mean, if I had to... It took much longer for this quest for mutual excitement to fade into routine. There were new ideas, new poses, new props to experiment with. I was almost used to the fact that I was showing these things- and learning others- from my sister. Our outside relationship had changed little, but there seemed to be a safe zone when we were naked together and joined in the purpose of shared lust. I learned my biggest lesson when the relationship came full circle. "This time I want you to put it in my ass." Assfucking wasn't the biggest lesson. Lucy admitting her reason for the whole thing was. "I didn't want you to die." Even though it was torture- it was the first time anyone had ever used her ass- she found herself terrified- for me. I think I understand in a way. She didn't say it this way, but I think she had two voices screaming in her mind. She blamed me for being, first of all, and she blamed be for being there. She blamed me because I brought Jerry home and then the other voice, of her deeper heart, told her none of it was worth wishing me dead. She did say that she was silently screaming inside for me to do what Jerry said- even though it made her ordeal worse. It was an ordeal, but not fatal. She said it made her think of me in a whole different way. Now some of that is true. We'd been playing our games for somewhat over three months and that was different. Some change had come, but I was cautious of believing a total change of heart in Lucy. I didn't see how fucking her in the ass was going to make it up to us either, but not in a way that tempted me to reject the concept. Yeah, it was sick, but sick was old hat. Since we were already doing sick, I didn't mind plumbing the forbidden orifice. I wasn't sure I'd ever have another chance- and she asked. "I've done it since then," she confided as she instructed me on the way to massage her sphincter to make it loose. Plenty of grease and a nerve-wracking prologue had me tense and jittery long before she felt ready. Her asshole felt so strong on my finger. There was nothing to compare with the brief and unreliable pulses of her pussy. Her asshole could grab, grab tight, and my cock jerked every time in anticipation of how it would feel to have it grab my cock that way. "Now ease it in, but don't be a pansy. I mean, it takes a push, so push, but don't go all Elliot Ness and try to kick down the door." I only found out what she meant when I tried to get my cock into her asshole. The round muscle that had seemed so ready was stubborn. It wasn't so much resistance as waiting for me to prove I wanted it bad enough to take it. I almost expected to hear a victory salute when I finally pressed hard enough to force my cock past her sphincter with a jump that startled me. "Now easy, but do it." she encouraged. My cock was in her ass. My cock was in a fucking ass. I looked down and felt a new surge of heat as I saw my cock looking huge wedged in that narrow little hole. It was ass. It wasn't Lucy's ass yet. The thrill of the novelty was strong enough to keep that objection at bay. Warm, smooth but not really slippery, I could feel the value of the lubricating jelly as my cock probed further into her ass. It wasn't just to get me past the door. It was making the difference between a lubricated and non-lubricated rubber. And always there was that door, sliding a gripping band slowly up my cock as my cock slid slowly up her ass. I wanted to feel it grip around the base of my cock. I wanted to feel my whole cock in the warm sheath and her asshole telling me she had it all. "You feel awful big back there." It wasn't all her fault. There were niggling reminders I was sticking it in my sister's ass, but her comment broke the denial. I pushed anyway, too eager to feel my cock buried in her bowels. Then I knew it was only a matter of seconds anyway. Brushing her buttocks made it clear where I was. It was a clear reminder that those were the cheeks I held open the first time she was buggered. What to do? I paused at the point, so near to taking it all, and found no solution. Pulling out wouldn't help. I'd done everything but have my pleasure. Denying that last lunge wouldn't absolve me from past crimes or erase that I had put my cock in my sister's ass. She asked for it. There was no redemption in stopping and her disdain to suffer. It was all Jerry's fault. It was my excuse. Faced with a conundrum I couldn't solve, I rebelled into fury. I say that as the only explanation I can offer for forgetting everything and heaving my cock into Lucy's asshole. Her butt was there, so solid, so different from the angle I took to drive into her cunt. I met her cheeks and knew them as my cock went to its limit in her ass. There was her asshole gripping my root. It flickered with the sudden thrust and I felt welcomed to Lucy's ass. Jerry. Damn Jerry. He'd fucked this ass. He'd been the first there. "Christ! Give a girl a chance... Oh God!" I don't know if I was Jerry, or fucking Jerry or what. Suddenly I was ramming my cock in my sister's ass and pulling back to ram again. The injustice of it all fueled me, but I have no idea what injustice. I only know it was hot and tight and I was fucking it with determination. It felt so right, for I don't know what reason. It was good, of course. Even Lucy came to that conclusion. "Do it! Fuck that ass! Make me take it! Like that! Like that!" All right. I was a good boy. It had worked to chase whatever demon I pursued. Now I was doing her a favor. She liked it. I kept pumping my cock in her ass with an increasing pace as my emotions settled and became desires. It was good. It stroked me right. Her ass clamped at the end of any particularly fierce thrust into the depths. I was going to give it to her. I felt it building. I fucked her ass and began to wail as I felt my climax coming. The time may have been brief, but that concentrated the passion and the fury. And my cum felt like it was compressed and thereby pressurized, shooting into her narrow opening like being forced through the narrow neck of a bottle. I would have not been surprised if she had been moved by the impact, but instead her ass pushed back. While I was held helpless, twitching, by the surges of my cum, Lucy pressed back at me, grinding her ass against my belly. Her ass continued to fuck me as I froze delivering my seed. I can only say it felt like angels. "You know," Lucy said as I was laying there recovering, "You can also do it slow. Then we can both have some fun." I tried to explain my excuse of rage and injustice, but she only looked at me pityingly. "Okay. But you can also do it slow. And then you can play with me and we can both have a great time." I guess she caught me moping, because she was quick to add. "Did you like the way I moved my butt? Think about a lot of that while we're both getting off- only slower, more fun." She was, of course, right. She let me ponder/built my interest, according to your view, while we went back to fucking for a couple days and then talked me through the slow and easy buttfuck. It was nice and even nicer when I entered her while we lay on our sides. I found out she could get me off when she wanted me to get off if I had the self-restraint to wait for her. I also found out it was an unavoidable side-effect to develop feelings for her when I held her and masturbated her while she fucked me with her ass. It may have been inevitable in any case, but I think it became unavoidable because of the special intimacy and that we had reached the end of a road. I couldn't wonder about what next to distract me. I could focus on what she was doing, but that only led me back to how she was being so nice and deserved all the joy my fingers could give her. As I said somewhere before, sick and wrong were far in the rear-view now. I was a sick, incestuous puppy, there was no changing that. The only change possible was to be grateful for the experience and look kindly on the sister that led me into it. Lucy went to college, met a guy- and a couple girls. I found my Donna who was not the class slut and then a couple more when that broke up. It was almost normal, except for the more comprehensive feelings I had for my older sister. It was the average love with the addition of my knowing her cries at climax and the tightness of her ass. We got together once more, in typical Lucy fashion, on my 21st birthday. She'd marked the day for a visit because she thought it'd be important to me. My friends thought it was important too and threw me a bachelor birthday party, complete with a stripper- who handily was dating one of my friends. Stripper, and more it was whispered, certainly more on that important occasion. The whispers in my ear weren't about her habits, but about what she was going to do as she gyrated in a G-string, spinning tassels and bringing every cock in the room erect. She was going to give me the whole show. I was going to do 'everything' with her- and it was all a gift of fine friends. "Watch out, little brother. She's lost her pants and she wants yours!" I didn't have to react because I was trapped with the stripper between my knees as she was undoing my pants. I didn't have a clue how to feel anyway. I had been drooling over the teasing promise hovering over the tent in my pants, but I had secret knowledge of the woman that interrupted the show. Long story short- the stripper got huffy, the boys got sheepish and an uncomfortable stretch of time ended the festivities early. Lucy sat primly as if nothing had changed as, one by one, the others slunk off, following the dramatic- and bare-breasted- exit of my flame for the night. "I guess I'm not the only one that wanted to celebrate the important day." She could be teasing. She was still Lucy. But I clung to the hope that she intended the celebration I most wished for. "I guess I screwed up your chances too." She was jovial. I told her what was said about the stripper. It was a plea, but I could deliver it as a jest. "Then I guess I owe you. If you want it." I was long 21 and still wanting when Lucy left. She had told me it was a special occasion. We couldn't carry on. It was like old lovers. Hanging around only brought bad things into everyone's life. We couldn't sneak one here and there- that way led to sorrow. We had to break and make new all on our own or we'd never get anywhere. But she had taken the stripper's place and knelt where she knelt and uncovered a miraculous revival of my erection to suck. She took it to completion, sucking greedily even after the jerks subsided, just like the first time. She hurried nothing on the special occasion. She let me rest, although fitfully, touching me, stroking me until I could stand it no more and brashly demanded more. Then she took me to bed and gave herself to my every desire. Even knowing it was the last, it was not bittersweet. It was an obsessive need to re-live all the best one more time. We fucked, we sucked, we visited the places and modes of our greatest pleasures. Only when she had drained me totally, with small hope of reasonable revival did she leave. That was on the afternoon of the second day, after our celebration had been repeated a full dozen times with no pause in the sensual and erotic between. We had lived in the strange private world we created as kids, the world provoked by the incident with Jerry. And then it was time to say good-bye and return to that other world. ###