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Submitted story attached as file  inc.txt





WARNING!  This story contains graphic descriptions of sex among
adults, teens, and/or children, and between relatives (incest). If you 
find this offensive, stop reading now.

This story is not an endorsement of the sexual habits or practices
described within.  Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE 18 YEARS
OLD OR  ABOVE and reading this story does not break any kind of law
in your community, city, state or country.

This is a story based on true facts, although the names have been 
changed to protect individuals.

******




INTRAFAMILIAL LOVEMAKING: CALL IT NEOCEST 

(m/f, cons, incest, true)

The word "incest" is derived from the Latin "in", meaning not, and 
"castus", meaning chaste; thus literally it means "unchaste". In 
German the equivalent word "blutschande" means "blood shame", 
referring to the fact that people committing incest are blood-related. 
(The latter is strictly not true everywhere; in some countries sex 
between a step-brother and step-sister, who are not biologically 
related, is also considered incest).

The word "incest" has a bad reputation in the English language - far 
worse than it deserves since it does not cater for all cases and 
conditions, but is rather limited to one extreme situation. It 
projects represents one of society's universally most unacceptable 
forms of sexual activity: having sex with someone that is a near 
relative, or more exactly: having sex with someone with whom a 
marriage is not legally allowed. It has connotations and implied 
overtones of forced sex, abuse, molestation, domination by one 
(normally older and aggressive) partner, disrespect, with traumatic 
experiences and psychological hang-ups causing nightmares in its 
victims for years after it has happened, requiring psychotherapy in 
many cases. 

I believe that this is only one side of the coin. There is a different 
side to it, as myself and my brother have experienced: that of 
consensual fraternal lovemaking which gives joy to two normal, well-
adjusted people who happen to be a brother and sister and who do not 
come from a dysfunctional family. My brother Phil and I believe that 
we do not fuck; we make love to each other, or at worst: we engage in 
intrafamilial sex. And we do it neither because we want to challenge 
society's norms, nor because we are some psychologically maladjusted 
or perverse young adults. We do it because we both want to do it. 
Perhaps it tastes sweeter (in our case) simply because it is 
"forbidden"....

Fact is we both utterly enjoy doing it.

The concept of incest differs in different parts of the world, of 
course. In England and most of the British Commonwealth countries, a 
marriage between first cousins is totally legal, and sex between a 
couple who happen to be first cousins would therefore not be 
considered as incest in these countries. In the United States, for 
example, the opposite is true: first cousins may not legally marry 
each other, and therefore any sex act between them would be considered 
as incestuous. A curious characteristic of the British approach is 
that a marriage between cousins whose parents include brothers, are 
considered to be less acceptable as when their parents include a 
brother-and-sister or sisters. It implies that a marriage between 
"same surname" cousins is considered less desirable. According to the 
science of genetics this is nonsense; there is no difference between 
the cases.

Incest was regarded as something unacceptable, especially in the days 
before the sexual revolution, because there is a firm belief that any 
child born from such a relationship has a higher than average 
probability of inheriting bad and especially regressive genes, 
resulting in birth defects and being mentally retarded. The opposite 
is also true, of course: positive genes (a high IQ, physical 
attractiveness, talents such as music or the arts, etc) can equally be 
enforced in children born from such a relationship. But "inbreeding" 
has always been the primary motive for disallowing incest in society.

With the advent of the sexual revolution during the latter part of 
this century, reliable and foolproof contraception methods have 
totally eliminated the fear of an unwanted pregnancy, thus eliminating 
one of the possible negative outcomes of an incestuous relationship: a 
child being born from such a liason. Moreover, with the rapid spread 
of STD's, and especially Aids, it has become more and more important 
to be doubly careful about and sure of the past history of one's 
sexual partner. In fact, the fear of contracting a STD is far, far 
greater nowadays than the fear of getting pregnant. Making love to a 
near relative guarantees that it is not an encounter with a total 
stranger whose sex habits and history is an unknown factor.

These were the very considerations why I and my younger brother have 
entered into an active sexual relationship after mutual agreement and 
thorough discussion of the pro's and cons, and only after going 
through a rather lengthy stage of progressive development of our 
sexual interaction.

It is a truly consensual arrangement and something we both want and 
enjoy, with both benefiting from it: I give him immense pleasure, and 
he gives me immense pleasure. We simply enjoy making love to each 
other. Neither of us has experienced any emotional hurt or guilt, and 
both agree that we have discovered something joyful, fulfilling in 
each others physical needs whilst ensuring safe sex. We have 
absolutely no need for counseling, nor do we wish to join "Incest 
Anonymous" or contact help-lines as a result of what we practice. We 
see it as a temporary and practical, pragmatic arrangement that suits 
us both for the time being, without harming in any way our socializing 
with our extended circle of friends. It is not that we are two lonely 
people who are stuck on an isolated island - figuratively speaking - 
and who were forced into a habit by such circumstances; it is 
something we voluntarily entered into whilst we are surrounded by a 
large circle of friends. Our spiritual oneness was merely extended to 
include physical oneness. We are old and mature enough to know what we do and
accept the full responsibilities of our actions.

It started a little more than a year ago when Phil, my only brother 
(who is 15 months younger than I am) also came to the same university 
I had been attending for a year by then. We decided to share a small 
apartment at university for financial reasons, with the full blessing 
of our parents. Our mum, incidentally, thought that Phil would be able 
to "look after" his sister on campus, protecting her from all kinds of 
dangers! (Ironically, one of the dangers he is indeed protecting me 
against, is that of contracting a STD!). Maybe she also thought that 
Phil would safeguard me against the sexual dangers lurking on 
campus.....

We each have a wide circle of friends, some mutual, who would pass by 
our apartment and drop in every so often. Strangely enough, amongst 
our wide circle of friends neither of us has met someone we would like 
to enter into a sexual relationship with. We both believe that without 
an emotional attachment and a real desire to enter into an an ongoing 
relationship, we would rather not engage in casual sex; a brief 
sexually-based affair simply to satisfy our physical wants is out for 
both of us.

For the first three months of staying together at college, we had a 
normal brother-sister relationship, and I respected his privacy, as he 
did mine. He slept on a bed in our sitting room, I have a bedroom of 
my own.

Once or twice I had a glimpse of him in our bathroom, dressed only in 
his underpants or shorts - usually whilst he was shaving. I admired 
his physique; he was an extremely handsome, tall young man, athletic, 
playing tennis for recreation, whilst I practised gymnastics. I 
believe that I am, in all modesty, one of the best looking girls on 
campus. Many men tried to date or take me to bed; none of them I found 
to be suitable for a more intimate relationship.

On more than one occasion on seeing Phil in the bathroom I was really 
turned on by his beautiful body; each time I thought he would be 
shocked by the lustful wishes of his older sister, had he known what 
she really desired! Despite these feelings, I can honestly say that I 
never had a crush on him. I particularly remember one morning when I 
hurriedly had to go into the bathroom to fetch a pair of stockings 
which I rinsed the previous evening, and which was drying there. Phil 
was in front of the mirror, washing his face, dressed only in his 
underpants. He must have had a massive hard-on, as I could clearly see 
the bulge in front of his underpants. It really turned me on. I asked 
to be excused for barging in on him, grabbed my stockings, and beat a 
hasty retreat, having adequate time to have a glance at his hidden 
manhood. 

Phil would have one or two casual girlfriends popping in, and I had 
some boyfriends who would often call for a visit. Neither of us dated 
seriously, although each would go out with partners to social 
functions and meetings.

By then I had intercourse only twice in my life: once at high school 
with one of the football team players, the other time with a date I 
met at college. Both times I was a willing partner, and both times I 
insisted on my partner using a condom. In both cases I made love only 
once with the particular individual, and I was somewhat disillusioned 
with and disappointed in the experience. Neither of the men I dated 
again.

Phil and I enjoyed a very happy childhood. Our parents, both 
professional people, provided in all our needs - and more. We both had 
a wide circle of friends at school. Until I entered puberty at the age 
of 12, we used to bath together and would see each other naked - 
something we thought nothing of and considered as quite natural. The 
differences in our anatomy did intrigue both of us at various times 
during our early youth, but it never went beyond the superficial 
inspection of each other's genitals. 

After I entered puberty we would bath separately, and each had an own 
room. I never saw Phil naked again after we moved into separate 
bedrooms, and we never had any sexual interaction with each other. We 
were close to each other and truly loved each other in a brotherly-
sisterly fashion; although we had our fights, these were few and far 
between. From an early age our parents drilled it into us: if we had 
any differences whatsoever, or whenever we wanted to know what the 
other felt about anything, we would talk it out. Frank and open 
discussion was the only way to ensure that no one in the family was 
hurt, and if necessary, we would ask forgiveness if ever we hurt one 
another in any way. At high school we each had our own friends, and 
our home was a happy place where friends often gathered.

After I left school, I went to the university I am still attending, 
living in residence for the first year. A year later Phil finished 
high school, and decided to come to the same university. It was then 
that we decided to share an apartment just off campus. It worked fine: 
we shared chores, and he would often take over cooking for both of us.

About three months after the start of the new academic year I arrived 
late at our apartment one evening, having written a test. I found Phil 
at home with a girlfriend, Janet. Judging from her clothes, they must 
have been petting, although I pretended not to notice anything. I 
could not fail to notice Phil's hard-on under his jeans.

Phil walked Janet back to her dormitory and arrived back half an hour 
later. 

"I see you and Janet must have had quite an interesting time", I 
jokingly remarked.

"O come on, sis", he said. "She is a very nice girl and good looking, 
and has even tried her best to seduce me, but our relationship will 
certainly not go any further, and certainly will not become physical", 
he replied.

"Why not? You are a normal hot blooded young male, and very attractive 
on top of it", I teased him.

"Well, for your information: I am still a virgin and I certainly would 
not like to lose my virginity by making love to just any girl", he 
said. "I will only be able to do it with someone I feel emotionally at 
ease with. Janet is not that girl, although we are good friends and I 
enjoy her company".

I was surprised at his admission; I really thought that my handsome 
brother would have had quite a few sexual experiences by then. 

Our discussion turned to sex, and our sexual experiences to date; I 
admitted that I already had made love to two men, once with each of 
them. I mentioned that I was disappointed in both experiences, and 
would not do so again just for the sake of satisfying my physical 
needs.

"There is nobody in our circle of friends I would like to go to bed 
with", I said.

"What would a chap have to be like before you would make love to him?" 
he asked.

Without hesitating, and perhaps without thinking about possible 
implications, I replied:

"He will have to be someone just like you. Sexy, well built, good 
looking, kind and considerate. A real friend, even if I knew that we 
would not take our relationship any further and that it would not end 
in marriage one day. Someone I feel emotionally attached to. Someone I 
can trust. And at least someone who's sexual history I know".

"Well, to tell you the truth: I measure all my girlfriends against 
you. I would like to lose my virginity to a girl just like you: sexy 
and kind and loving", he said. 

It dawned on me that we both regarded each other as the criterion by 
which we judged our prospective partners. Both physically and 
emotionally we regarded each other as the ideal partner.

Our conversation turned to how we alleviate our physical needs, since 
we discovered that we both were blessed with a high libido. Phil shyly 
admitted to regular masturbation; it surprised me when he acknowledged 
that he did so almost on a daily basis - even more than once on some 
days, usually under the shower.

"How do you find release for your sexual desires, sis?" he asked. I 
had to admit that I also masturbated, albeit not as regularly as in 
his case.

Here were two virile young adults, living together (with the prospect 
of having to share accommodation for quite some time in the 
foreseeable future), neither having any inclination of engaging in a 
sexual relationship with any outsider with whom they did not bond 
emotionally, each finding the other very attractive, and emotionally 
compatible. Both resorted to masturbation to fulfil their physical 
needs. The only deterrent to them making love to each other was the 
fact that society thought that, since they were brother and sister, it 
was not the done thing.

We continued our conversation, candidly and frankly, in a mature and 
responsible way. We talked about STD's and the danger of contracting 
it in today's world. It was Phil who first used the dreaded "i" word, 
for incest. We discussed the limits of physical interaction between a 
brother and sister before it would become incest, trying to find 
answers to the questions whether petting, mutual masturbation or oral 
sex would be classified as incest. Do siblings of the opposite sex who 
"investigate" each other's genitals as small kids really commit 
incest? 

I think we were both exploring each other's stance on this topic, 
trying to find common ground and agreement on what siblings would have 
to do to be "guilty" of incest. I was of the opinion that, in my book, 
the definition of incest would be penile-vaginal penetration; anything 
less than this would not be an incestuous deed in my mind. Phil 
thought, although not strongly, that any, but any sexual interaction 
between siblings (thus including mutual masturbation) would qualify as 
incest. He certainly had a more conservative opinion than myself on 
this matter.

It was already late in the evening by this time, since we were 
discussing the topic for quite a few hours. By this time I was highly 
aroused, and I could see from the bulge in his pants that Phil had an 
erection.

"Gosh, I must admit I am all horny", he said. "I think I will take a 
shower and relieve myself, and then go to bed".

"I would dearly like to watch you doing so" I admitted frankly.

"Susanne, you're my sister!" he exclaimed in amazement.

"Well, I have seen you naked when we were children. I would dearly 
like to see your naked body now that you have grown up. I have seen 
you in the bathroom when you had only your underpants on, and I 
thought you were very sexy. You have a marvellous body. Will you show 
me how you masturbate? I haven't seen a man doing so yet".

He ignored answering the question. "Once or twice I had a glimpse of 
you in your bedroom getting dressed when you only had a bra and 
panties on, and I was really turned on by your body", he said.

It was then that I took the initiative and suggested that we take a 
shower together, right there and then. Although I was the first to 
suggest it, it really was a mutual and impulsive decision to do so, 
taken simultaneously, because it obviously was something we both 
wanted. I simply was the first to make the proposal. We agreed that 
the strict condition was to be: no intercourse! After all, showering 
together certainly would not qualify as incest according to our 
understanding of the word! I was excited at the prospect of seeing him 
naked, and did not expect it to go beyond companionable showering 
together.

In the bathroom Phil turned to me. "You're sure you want to go ahead 
with this?", he asked.

"Only if you want to do it, and only if neither of us would have any 
regrets afterwards", I replied, my heart thumping in my chest. We both 
realised that going further we were at risk of crossing that thin line 
of division between societally accepted norms on the one side, and 
taboos on the other side.

Phil looked deep into my eyes, and drew me nearer to him. I felt very 
close to my brother.

"I love you, sis" he said.

"I love you too", I replied. We both meant it.

He hugged me and then proceeded to kiss me on the lips, long and 
gently. I pressed my body against his, and could feel his hard-on 
pressing against my body. We were both still fully clothed. We 
continued our kissing, with our mouths wide open, twisting our tongues 
together. I just wanted to be very near him, to feel the heat of his 
body. I never felt so close to any man before, fully realising that he 
was my brother. He proceeded to slowly unbutton my blouse, and removed 
my bra. 

"You do have beautiful breasts", he said, and cupped them in his 
hands; "they are small and firm, and not drooping like Jenny's" (Jenny 
being one of his former well-endowed girlfriends). 

I started unbuttoning his shirt, and then proceeded to unbuckle his 
belt. I unzipped his pants, pushing it down, looking at him all the 
time in his eyes; he took over from me and removed his pants himself, 
standing in front of me in his underpants, a huge bulge showing in 
front. We took off our shoes. The whole ritual took quite a time to 
complete as we were not in any hurry.

Neither of us said a word whilst we undressed completely, facing each 
other naked for the first time in almost a decade, just staring at one 
another for what seemed a long time. I could literally feel my heart 
beating. I took in every detail of Phil's beautiful body. In one 
single moment we both overcame our inhibitions; I found it natural and 
satisfying to be naked in the presence of my brother. It seemed to me 
as though it ought to have been like this a long time ago. We were 
both turned on by the knowledge that what we were doing, were 
forbidden by society.

"You have a beautiful body", he said after a while.

"And you are the most handsome man on campus", I complimented him. His 
penis was standing fully erect. It was simply beautiful to look at.

"It's much bigger than when I saw it some ten years ago", I said, 
referring to his manhood. A great urge came over me to feel it with my 
hand. It was the first time that I really saw an erect penis in all 
its nakedness. "May I touch it?" I asked.

"If you want to", he said. I sat down on the edge of the bath, and 
took his penis in my hands whilst he stood right next to me. I ran my 
fingers along its length, felt its strength. It's skin was warm and 
velvety to the touch, yet it was fully erect and firm, with veins 
pulsating at each heartbeat. I ran one finger up his erect penis, so 
softly that I was barely touching him.  Up to the tip.  Every muscle 
in his body seemed to be tense and his penis was jerking a bit as I 
touched the head. I gently inspected it and pulled his foreskin back, 
exposing the glans fully. It was wet with his pre-cum as he was highly 
aroused. Neither of us said a word. Phil obviously enjoyed me 
inspecting his penis so minutely, whilst I relished in feeling and 
looking at his genitals, caressing his testicles. Although I never 
really inspected the penis of any of the two men I had sex with 
previously, Phil was obviously better endowed. I could noticeably see 
his penis growing whilst I handled it, and had to restrain myself from 
kissing it and taking it into my mouth; the urge to do so was great. 
He just stood there, looking down at my actions.

"That's enough. We have gone far enough", he said, pulling back. "If 
we proceed any further, we will commit incest". As if we had not 
already done so according to his definition, I thought.... "Let's have 
a shower".

Phil turned on the water under the shower, and we both entered and 
wetted ourselves. I soaped his body, he soaped mine. He fondled my 
breasts, and we kissed long and hard under the running water. I took 
his penis in both my hands and fondled him whilst he embraced me. I 
reminded him what we were under the shower for: a demonstration of him 
masturbating. He proceeded to do so, slowly at first, and then pumping 
his penis vigorously whilst I watched in awe, bringing himself to a 
climax, with me standing right next to him. I was mesmerised as he 
spurted semen at the peak of his orgasm in four or five enormous 
squirts, amazed at the volume he produced. 

It took him a little while to recuperate and to wash the sticky semen 
from both our bodies. He insisted that I give him a performance, and I 
proceeded to masturbate myself, whilst Phil watched intently. He asked 
me to show him where and how I stimulate my clitoris, and tried it 
himself, me guiding his finger to the right spot. I took over for the 
last few seconds and brought myself to a massive climax. We had 
already gone a little further than either anticipated when we decided 
to only have a shower together. We dried each other with the towels; 
it was an thrilling experience, and something I could until then not 
have done with any of the other men I knew. I could not help noticing 
that his now limp penis was rosy red.

We went to my bedroom, both fully naked, and got into my bed. I turned 
my back on him, and he put his arms around me, fondling my breasts 
from behind. We talked for a long time about the mutual experience we 
both just had, with neither of us having any regrets over what we did. 
Sharing something intimate like this brought us much closer to each 
other. We decided that, if we could turn the clock back, we would do 
exactly the same. Eventually we fell asleep, with my body moulded 
around that of Phil.

When I awoke early the next morning, he was already awake, with a 
massive erection. I suddenly realised the reality of the situation, 
with me lying naked next to my brother after we engaged the previous 
evening in what would technically qualify for incest, although we did 
not go "all the way", nor even considered doing so. We talked it over.

"Are you sorry for what happened last night?", I asked him.

"No, not in the least. Are you sorry?" he replied.

"Quite frankly, no. But we must be rational about it. We can both 
admit that it was a mistake, and never do it again" I said. "If we 
stop now, we will not run into the danger of repeating something we 
should not have done".

"In my mind it was no mistake", Phil said. "I want to do it again with 
you. In fact, if I had any regret it is that we have not done so a 
long time ago. Only next time I want to masturbate you until you reach 
orgasm".

We had to get ready for classes in a hurry, and nothing happened 
between us that morning. After a quick breakfast we left our 
apartment, each going our own way on campus.

That same evening after taking a shower again, we went to my bed to 
masturbate each other. Since I had a good look at his genitals the 
previous evening and he did not "inspect" mine, he minutely inspected 
my vagina, opening up the lips with his fingers and making sure what 
the clitoris looked like. He then bent down and kissed my vagina, 
titillating my erect clitoris with his tongue, and then masturbated me 
all the way to a climax with his mouth. It was my first experience at 
cunnilingus, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I turned on Phil, 
masturbating him by hand to a full climax, although I did not proceed 
to performing fellatio on him. He was lying on his back with his eyes 
closed, squirming as he approached orgasm. It gave me immense pleasure 
to satisfy Phil and watch him ejaculating, and he enjoyed giving me 
pleasure. I dipped my finger in a pool of semen on his tummy, and 
tasted it. I gave him a taste of himself, and then cleaned up with a 
tissue. Neither of us suffered any emotional hurt, we agreed. 

We also agreed that we were still not guilty of committing "incest". 
Quietly I smiled: we were extending the barriers of incest every time 
just a little more.....

For the next few weeks we would repeat it a number of times. A week 
later I performed oral sex on him for the first time, taking his penis 
into my mouth. The glans of his penis was velvety smooth to the touch 
of my tongue. I tried to take his whole erect penis into my mouth, but 
only managed to do so about two-thirds. I then continued masturbating 
him by hand to a climax. With each subsequent encounter we grew closer 
to each other, and gradually we explored each other's body and found 
new ways of pleasing one another, including performing a sixty-nine. A 
couple of times I brought him to orgasm by performing fellatio on him; 
I like the taste of his semen in my mouth, swallowing a little of it, 
and then kissing him transferring a taste of himself to his mouth. I 
do not know if the semen of different men tastes differently, but I 
will always remember the musky taste of Phil. I am sure I will be able 
to discern the taste of his semen from that of any other man.

For both of us, what we were doing at the time did not technically 
qualify as being incestuous, for the simple reason that penile-vaginal 
penetration did not take place. Thinking back, we both exercised a lot 
of self-control and both probably knew that, sooner or later, we would 
inevitably progress to full intercourse as well, although neither 
broached the subject. Watching him ejaculate whilst I masturbated him 
often made me wish that he would pump his juices deep into my vagina; 
I almost felt his semen "wasted". However, for us engaging in oral sex 
and mutual masturbation was enough for the time being, which extended 
into several weeks, exploring new ways of mutual sex play. 

Secretly I really wished to be intimate with Phil, for him to make 
love to me in the full sense of the word. I once of twice seriously 
thought of asking him just to enter me to feel his penis inside of my 
vagina, without proceeding to complete intercourse and ejaculation (as 
if it would have mattered and would not qualify for incest!), but 
simply never had the courage to do so. In retrospect I know that we were
both a bit naïve to believe that we could continue doing what we were
doing without ending up doing the inevitable: going all the way. 

I considered going on the contraceptive pill secretly, just in case, 
since I was not taking it at the time (or had ever taken the pill 
before). I decided not to discuss the possibility of doing so with 
Phil, fearing that I might entice him to a step he did not want to 
take. Even discussing it would put unfair pressure on him by 
signalling that I wanted to take our sexual relationship further. For 
the same reason I did not get a condom for "just in case". Later, as 
we discussed the situation, we realised that both had the same 
hesitation and for the same reasons. Both wanted, individually, to 
take the next step, but both had enough respect for the other not to 
push things. Innocently, we honestly believed at the time that we 
would continue to be satisfied with pleasing each other by mutual 
masturbation.

It is strange what thoughts go through your mind in a situation like 
this. Once of twice I had a real fear of continuing our relationship, 
perhaps knowing that it must inevitably end up being intimate. I 
secretly hoped to find a boyfriend who would interrupt the course we 
were on. But not a single one of the men on campus interested me enough 
to swop Phil for him.

Phil and I discussed our sexual relationship openly with each other - 
usually at night before we fell asleep. We both admitted that we 
derived endless joy from our relationship. Once or twice we touched on 
the subject of taking it further, but nothing ensued. We had great 
fun, especially when showering together, and laughed and enjoyed each 
other a lot during these times. I was a happy time for us both.

"I guess there is only one thing left for us to yet experience", I 
carefully broached the subject one evening.

"What is that?", he asked.

"You know what it is", I said.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it and the time is right" he 
said, adding "if ever. I am happy with our present situation". I did 
not push the subject any further, but his reply was certainly slightly 
more positive than he had ever been in the past, opening the 
possibility ever so slightly, whereas previously he always stated 
firmly that intercourse would never be a possibility.

About five weeks later we were taking a shower together, with the 
intention of afterwards going to bed continue with our "love play", as 
we called it, which became our routine by now. Events took a sudden 
and unexpected turn....

Whilst still under the shower, Phil embraced and kissed me, as he did 
a number of times before, with our tongues exploring each other's 
mouth; only this time I suddenly became aware of the glans of his 
stiff and fully erect penis pressing hard right against the entrance 
to my vagina. I realised that if I pushed forward, he would enter me, 
which was on the verge of happening. For a moment it flashed through 
my mind to do so and get it over and done with, since it was within my 
control to let him enter me. We stood quite still for a few seconds, 
although it felt like eternity, both fully realising the fine balance 
of the situation. 

Both of us kept up the pressure, with his penis continuing to push 
hard against my vagina, opening up the lips slightly. I could feel 
flesh upon flesh. Neither of us said anything; I could feel myself 
breathing heavily in sheer expectation. Both of us stood dead still. 
The only other thing I was aware of at that moment was the warm water 
running down our bodies, and my breathing. The atmosphere was electric 
during those few silent, stationary moments. I looked up, staring into 
his eyes, his rock hard penis remaining where it was, right at the 
entrance to my vaginal canal. This was the nearest we have ever come 
to him entering me. Phil also realised the tension of this moment, not 
saying anything, not making any move. Eventually he moved his body 
back slowly, removing the head of his penis from my vagina. I sighed, 
but of disappointment, not relief, and looked at him in his eyes. He 
stared into my eyes. How I desired at that moment to feel him inside 
of me! Neither of us said a single word. We dried ourselves and went 
to the bedroom, all in dead silence. The atmosphere existing between 
us said everything.

"You know, just now when your penis was pushing against the entrance 
to my vagina, I really thought you were going to enter me", I said as 
we got into bed.

"Did you want me to do so?" he asked.

"There is nothing I want more than to feel you inside of me", I 
replied. "We have experienced just about everything apart from having 
intercourse". 

"Don't call it intercourse. Let's call it making love. But it will 
mean that we really commit incest", he said.

"Haven't we done so already in your understanding of the word?", I 
asked. "Anyhow, if society calls it incest and frowns upon it, that is 
their problem. As far as I am concerned, I love you, and you are the 
first man I really wanted to make love to. In plain words: I desire 
you; I have desired to make love to you, and specifically you, for a 
long time. Let's do so, please..." 

He then admitted that our shower experience of some few minutes 
earlier when he stood with his penis at the entrance of my vagina made 
him realise how much he really wanted to be inside of me, although he 
did not intentionally position is erect penis against my vagina; it 
just happened that way.

"You know", I admitted, "to tell you the truth: I was also sorely 
tempted to push forward to let you enter me under the shower! I 
thought you would never get so far".

"Okay, we are torturing ourselves, not admitting to the inevitable. 
Let's make love, since we both wish it...." Phil said. This was the 
moment I have been waiting for quite a long time: him agreeing to us 
"doing the act", crossing that forbidden threshold.

"I think we are both ready for it to happen tonight", I said. "In 
fact, I had been ready for a long time".

Phil first gently continued foreplay for another half an hour before 
we carried it further, despite the fact that we were both ready for 
intercourse. We cuddled and kissed until we, without saying so, both 
realised that the time had finally arrived. I was lying on my back, 
and opened my legs. Without saying anything further, Phil positioned 
himself on his knees in front of me between my legs. He bent forward, 
moving his foreskin back fully to expose the head of his penis 
completely; it glistened with the wetness of his pre-cum. He gently 
placed the head of his penis between the lips of my well lubricated 
vagina at it's entrance. I helped him to position it at the right spot 
- exactly where it was under the shower a little earlier. Slowly he 
rubbed the head of his penis to my clitoris and spread the pre-cum 
around. The contact was intense and forced him to pull away.

"It's so intense, I am afraid that I may ejaculate spontaneously" he 
said.

After a short period of recovery, which lasted only a few seconds, he 
returned his penis to its mission of penetration.

He leaned forwards and put its exposed head into my labia. I felt him 
slowly sliding in until just the head was inside of me, when he 
stopped. I looked up at him.

"Shall we really do it?", he asked. 

This was the moment of truth, our very last chance not to commit 
incest; if he proceeded, we would have gone beyond the point of no 
return. 

"Yes, yes", I said; "come inside of me". I took hold of his body with 
both my hands, bringing him forward towards me ever so slowly, afraid 
that he may retract.

He inched his way in slowly by pushing forward, sliding in about a 
third of the way, and then pulling back ever so slightly. He continued 
doing so repeatedly, lovingly, pushing forwards slowly and carefully, 
then gently pulling back a little. I could feel him entering me ever 
so slowly, a little deeper on every stroke, until his whole penis was 
inside of my well lubricated vagina, completely filling it. I could 
feel his pubic hair brushing against mine, his scrotum lying on my 
body just below my vagina. We lay still for quite a long time, firmly 
locked, I wished it could last forever. We had finally done it: we 
were united as one. It was good. We kissed. He was fully inside of me.

"You are in all the way", I said. Phil smiled.

"It's lovely to be inside of you fully", he said. "You are warm and 
soft and your vagina fully envelops my penis. It feels as though your 
vagina is holding it tight". He kissed me again. "I really feel at one 
with you", he said. His penis reached right down to the bottom of my 
vaginal canal, with the tip resting against the entrance to my uterus. 
He really hit home! We were a perfect fit for each other, which may be 
more than just incidental; after all, we were of the same biological 
make-up, and I suppose that genes also determine the size of genitals 
(amongst other things). 

"I have waited for this moment for a long time", I admitted.

"I said that we would cross this bridge when we came to it", he 
replied. "I am glad that we waited this long. Now we are both certain 
that we both wanted it to happen".

We kept motionless, with Phil staying inside of me, fully inserted, 
locked in fraternal love; we stayed like this for what seemed like a 
very long time, but must have been only several minutes. I could feel 
his hardness all the way down my vagina. Although it could have been
my imagination, I believed that I could feel his heartbeat in the
pulsating of the veins in his penis.

He then started making slow, deep strokes, supporting himself on his 
arms so as to lift his weight off my body. He pushed upwards, allowing 
the stem of his penis to stroke my clitoris on both the upwards and 
downwards movements. Whenever he approached orgasm, he would stop 
moving and lay still for a little while before resuming. Once he 
lifted his entire body by pressing on his arms, so that the only 
bodily contact between the two of us was his penis inside of my 
vagina, continuing his stroking. Then he would lie down on me, kissing 
me, circling the tip of my breasts with his tongue, continuing the 
action, stopping, restarting, our bodies pressing hard against each 
other. We both wanted to prolong what was happening between us.

We rolled over, with me on top of him, still firmly locked. We 
continued our lovemaking whilst I took over the dominant role. I sat 
upright on top of him whilst he gently fondled my breasts, then would 
lie down on top of him, continuing thrusting in and out.

"Stop, stop", he said, "I don't want to come to a climax too quickly. 
I want this to last forever". I stopped all movement for a while. He 
rolled on top of me, restarting our movements. 

Finally I could feel my orgasm approaching, and held him tight, 
realising that I have passed the point of no return. "I'm coming", I 
whispered, "let's have a climax together". Phil increased his 
movements to bring us both to a climax at the same time.

We reached our orgasms simultaneously with both pumping fervently; I 
could feel his jet of his warm semen squirting against the walls of my 
vagina until it filled me to overflow, whilst we pressed our bodies 
hard against each other. It gave me a deep sense of satisfaction and 
happiness at the realisation that I was lying naked in bed with my 
brother of all people, him on top of me, with his naked penis deeply 
and fully imbedded inside of me, squirting his precious semen deep 
inside of my womb. At the peak of my orgasm it felt as though I would 
faint, so intense was it, both physically and psychologically.

For me it was technically our "incest moment" when Phil started 
ejaculating his seed deep inside of me, right at the mouth of my 
uterus, and I could feel him coming. It was at this instant that I 
felt a total expression of our brotherly-sisterly love for each other 
when he transferred his "love juices" to my body. The wet pool of his 
semen inside of my uterus gave me a sense of passion and joy I had 
never experienced before. It was then, and only then, that I felt that 
we have finally crossed the barrier we both delayed for so long in 
doing. We have crossed the "incest dividing line", and I was relieved 
and glad that we finally did so. He slowly reduced the rate and 
intensity of his thrusting until he came to a stop eventually, 
continuing to eject small squirts until he completely filled my vagina 
with his seed. I could feel the head of his penis pumping and 
throbbing at each stroke of his pulse. I felt a feeling of contentment 
and exhilaration to know that I was allowing my own brother to make 
love to me. No other man could have instilled the same sense of 
emotional enjoyment in me at that very moment.

For me this experience was the ultimate expression of fraternal love, 
which is something entirely different to the love for a member of the 
opposite sex outside the family circle.

"I almost can't believe that we actually did it" I said after a while. 
I looked at him.

"Are you ashamed of what we did?" he asked.

"No, no, a thousand times no", I whispered. "It was the right thing to 
do. No, I am not ashamed. I am immensely happy. I only regret having 
waited this long before we took the step".

Afterwards we remained coupled for a long time, with his penis inside 
of me until it gradually went limp; we rolled over on our sides, still 
coupled as one; after a while his penis slid out. Neither said 
anything. We were both utterly exhausted. I could feel his semen 
seeping from my vagina. It was the most satisfying experience of my 
life. We must have taken more than an hour making love to each other 
this first time. We again realised how much we loved each other - not 
the love of a man for a woman in the ordinary sense, but a truly 
fraternal love that for the fist time also found expression in the 
physical sense by becoming united as one. For the first time I saw 
Phil not only as my brother, but as my fraternal lover. That we were 
brother and sister became irrelevant.

"So we've really done it", I finally said, with some relief, looking 
at him. At last we overcame the fears and psychological barriers 
imprinted on our minds by society's silent intimidation. If this was 
called incest, then I can recommend it....

"I am glad that you could have been the first woman I made love to", 
Phil said.  "I feel honoured that I am the one you have given your 
greatest gift to: yourself. It gives me a kick to know that your pussy 
is filled with my seed."

"I am only sorry that you were not my first man", I replied. The 
question of whether or not what we did was "wrong" never again entered 
either his or my mind. For the moment, it was the right thing to do. 
We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning I went to the medical clinic on campus to get a 
supply of the "morning after" pill, just to make sure that I would not 
fall pregnant. I was halfway between my monthly periods and according 
to my calculation in the middle of my fertile days. In my mind's eye I 
figured his sperm swimming up my fallopian tubes in search of an ovum 
to fertilise. I went on the pill immediately, and has been using it 
ever since. That same evening we took time off from studying to make 
love for the second time. It was as beautiful as the first time, only 
without any of the reservations and hesitations of the first time. We 
gave ourselves to each other spontaneously and with a great passion 
and love - even eagerness. We both seemed eager to "do incest" for the 
second time, and the question of whether we should stop after our 
first encounter did not enter either's mind. For us it was natural to 
do it again, without any regret or hesitation.

It is now six months later. We make love on average between three and 
five times a week, sometimes twice on a single day, usually over the 
week end. We have no remorse and suffer no after effects, and would do 
it all over again if we could put the clock back. 

We have tried different positions; I like being on top of him in the 
missionary position. After a session of being intimate we talk about 
it for a long time, finding out what pleases the other. Because Phil 
likes it, I shaved my genital hairs, using his razor and shaving 
cream. When he first saw it, Phil was ecstatic: he really adores my 
shaven pussy, and comments on how beautiful he finds my vagina 
whenever he performs cunnilingus on me. We have an extensive sexual 
repertoire, including performing a 69 every so often. On one aspect we 
are in agreement: neither of us are interested in anal sex.

Since showering together forms an integral part of our interaction, we 
have made love standing up under the shower a couple of times. Mostly 
he would enter my under the shower, jokingly remarking "just to make 
sure that we still fit", and then go to bed to continue making love, 
usually after a long session of foreplay which would include oral sex. 
We can have intercourse without fear of contracting a STD, and do not 
have to use condoms which may lessen the feeling of skin-to-skin 
contact. Besides, I love to have my pussy filled with his juices. 

After a few weeks of "practicing" we were completely synchronised, and 
now always reach orgasm simultaneously. He knows when and how to slow 
down or speed up to ensure that he starts ejaculating at the very 
moment of my orgasmic peak, which seems to further increase it's 
intensity.

We both know that the present arrangement will not last forever, and 
we agreed that should any of the two of us meet someone with whom we 
would like to take up an intimate relationship, we would cease making 
love to each other immediately. We are not besotted with or jealous of 
each other, and continue to have dates with other students on campus, 
whilst we actively practice intrafamilial sex. We both know that 
should - or rather when - our sexual interactivity should come to an 
end, neither would experience a nervous breakdown for having been 
dumped as lover, but we will simply continue to love each other as 
brother and sister. Terminating our love-making is something we are 
not looking forward to as yet, but we both realise that that moment 
will also come some time in the foreseeable future.

There is one, and only one down-side to our relationship: that we have 
to keep it absolutely secret to our friends and especially our 
parents. Also, going out we have to make sure that we do not look like 
anything but a brother and sister, and not like a couple who make love 
to each other. Going home during college holidays makes it a bit 
difficult to be intimate, but since our parents have an active social 
life, we find ample time during such occasions to grab the opportunity 
to do so. Our parents are pleased that we get on so well with each 
other....

As for our studies: we are both excelling at it.

What the English language needs is a word to replace the word "incest" 
for a situation such as ours. Perhaps "neocest" for "new chastity"?

- By Shepherd.



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