Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Sister Relations

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	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.
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