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From: RankAmatr@aol.com
Subject: REPOST: Have you ever committed incest? #18



The Thoroughly Disreputable Incest Digest
=========================================
Issue 18

Though incest is among society's strongest taboos, statistics
show a lot of us have done it -- or are doing it.  Whether as 
part of mutual exploration, seduction, or even abuse, incest
creates enduring memories with emotional and erotic impact.
This digest is one way of discussing and illuminating this 
subject.  Plus, the stories are fun to share!

If you have an incest experience you would like to share, please
send it to:  RankAmateur@writeme.com.  Anonymity guaranteed.

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Jeannie & Her Younger Brother
Part III: Rich's Point of View
(mf, teen, cons, incest, true)

by Rich

********************************

NOTE FROM jEANNIE: 

I've posted two long notes to the incest digest about my
relationship with my younger brother, Rich. I have no regrets
about the great sex we've been having. No one ever made me feel
so safe and I've never had my body just go into overdrive like it
does -- like I do -- when I am being intimate with him.

I guess I should mention that I'm 19 and in college; my brother
Rich is 17 and still living at home, finishing high school. 

I do feel compassion for people with unhappy incest histories.
Their stories seem to share elements of force, dishonesty,
molestation, disrespect or betrayal of trust. These dark
undertows are missing from my relationship with Rich and I know
that is a blessing. My guess is, any kind of sex must be truly
consensual to avoid damage to somebody. But I'm no expert. I just
know my sensual unfolding with Rich has been a gift.

This is a rounding-out to my story and then I will stop posting.
For now.

This third installment was inspired when Rich, to my surprise,
visited me at my apartment this week, hundreds of miles from
home. It seems when his school let out for the holidays he just
jumped on the bus. During his visit I have lost any lingering
doubts about our relationship. Rich loves me as much as I do him
and wants to continue. That may change for either of us in the
future, but for now we will just keep on exploring and enjoying
each other.

He is such a sweetie. 

Rich wrote the main body of what follows, on my computer, after I
showed him my previous two notes. (I decided if I could share
this material on the Internet, I'd better share it with him too.)
It was his third morning here, Saturday, and he was sitting nude
at my computer as he read, so I got to watch him go from soft to
hard due solely to my words. I love watching my brother rise like
that anytime, it's wonderfully sexy; but knowing I had done it to
him just by writing down my memories... 

It was entertaining, too. Once he got hard, he'd reach down to
kind of stroke or pull or squeeze at himself every now and then
while he read. I don't know if he was aware of it and I didn't
want to embarrass him, so I didn't ask. I just watched and smiled
while I finished my coffee. In these notes I have tried to show
how sensual my experiences with Rich have been for me, and now
here was Rich's cock all popped up and waving around in his lap,
pulling his hand down like a magnet and telling the world that m
y words had exactly the effect I wanted!

I really enjoy making my kid brother horny. It's fun and the
rewards tend to be terrific soon after. For instance, this
morning I found out that if Rich slouches down on my computer
chair I can straddle him front-to-front, lower myself down and
take him all the way up inside of me. Well, it was a 2 inches
down, half-inch up sort of progress to adjust our tissues as we
merged, but that was fun too. So there I sat on his lap, glued up
against him while he finished reading. It was intense, unhurried
and sensua l, a treat. I closed my eyes to feel myself against
(and around) him and did a lot of sighing when he stirred inside
me. I even tried something a friend told me about, squeezing my
insides against his cock without otherwise moving. He like it and
it reminded my "body awareness" of his presence inside me, and
kept me wet even when neither of us had moved for awhile.

After Rich finished reading we traded energies in intimate ways,
still sitting at the computer. (Mmmmmm; nice; I hope we'll do it
there again sometime.) Then he wrote what follows. 

Rich always makes me feel very good about myself. You'll see why.
I'm not nearly as beautiful as he claims but it's his journal and
if he wants to rhapsodize about me, I guess I can take it! Anyway
my brother's starlit view of me makes it great to have him around
and hasn't hurt the terrific sex we keep having either.

This intro is long enough so I'll just paste Rich's note in and
send it on to RankAmateur@writeme.com for the incest digest, if Rank
even wants another one from me! Well, it's really from Rich. My
only suggestion was to run a spell-checker. If you read my
previous notes, you'll see what Rich means by different points of
view. Some of the differences in what we remembered made me
laugh. I think I will let him peek down my shirt whenever he
wants, the rat. 

- "J." (still smiling)

********************************

Some people might think Jeannie and I are sick or crazy but I
don't care. I'm writing this because Jeannie showed me her
Internet notes and asked if I wanted to write my point of view. I
guess Jeannie needs to work stuff out in writing, that's why
she's taking journalism maybe. She's a good writer so I guess she
think's she can read her notes when she is 80 and remember how it
is between us now. I would like it to still be the same but even
if it is not I do not think I will need a note to remember.

She surprised me how she wrote about everything even how she
first did me when I was 15, I felt weird about it but then I
thought, she must really trust me, and then I thought, it's under
false names so I guess it's okay. Then I settled down and
realized it was turning me on a lot to read her memories, they
are pretty close to mine but not exactly the same, I guess that's
why people have a different point of view from each other. I
never knew I was all that good to be worth writing about with
words like tho se. Maybe I should have a harem if Jeannie ever
gets tired of me!

She wants me to write how I feel so I will. I love Jeannie.
Period. That part is simple. I want to be with her and make her
happy which is tough since we are related. That part is
complicated. That is how I feel, maybe it will change when I get
older but I won't worry about that yet.

She says I should write more so I will but don't expect good
writing like her's. I can add some things she didn't say plus I
know things that she doesn't such as that she is a fox and such
as I can love her without being damaged even if she drops me to
move on with her life later, 17 is plenty old enough to know
those things and she's only 19 herself.

Here's how I got to read her notes. After we had sex at home and
 Jeannie left back for college I couldn't get her out of my mind.
 Maybe she's my sister but I wish she wasn't, I would be able to
 love her and we wouldn't have to sneak around. I know she loves
 me but I think she is scared of what we are doing so I try to be
 careful and never pushy since I am already lucky enough. When
 you love someone that is doing something risky with you is no
 time to get careless with that person. But this isn't some
 stupid grammar school deal, we lived our whole lives together
 and didn't rush into this even if it did start by accident.

Jeannie said we could love each other's bodies as long as I
wanted or felt comfortable with it (her words). As if I might
want to stop. But when she left I felt like was it real? I'm just
her kid brother, I could see some jock coming along and Jeannie
going for him and realizing something like, it was just a fling
and I don't know what I'm doing and how can she go out in public
with me. Then she would try to end it without hurting my
feelings, I'm no coward but that was not fun to think. Or maybe
Jeannie wo uld feel bad about seducing me in the first place
since she already said she was afraid of hurting my emotions.
Then she might decide to do something for my own good that would
prove I am just a dumb kid brother and what we did never really
meant anything, I didn't say that too well anyway I did not feel
certain of much.

Personally I don't think love can hurt anyone unless somebody
takes unfair advantage which is not like Jeannie to do, or lays
their own ideas on others even though it is none of their
business which I think is how things usually work since the world
is full of jerks. They are why we hide and who can do that
forever?, a girl like Jeannie deserves better, in her place I
would not pick me.

Now I know Jeannie does want to love me for as long as we can
 manage but when she left I had doubts and was bothered. When my
 school let out  before her's I told Mom I wanted to see her
 college, I might try to go there if it had good engineering
 classes. Of course I don't get all A's like Jeannie. She got a
 scholarship but I probably can't and Mom raised us up on her own
 by being a copy editor, Dad never helped much until lately. He
 stopped drinking now and Mom says he has a good job, maybe he
 can help with college after I graduate next year. Anyway Mom
 said go ahead and see the school so I took the Greyhound bus
 down here.

I got in late and didn't tell Jeannie I was coming, I was afraid
she would say not to. So I called when I got to town and she
asked what I was doing, I told her I came to see the school and
where could I get a room? in case she didn't want me to come
over. She laughed at me and said to come to her place, she has
her own apartment off the campus. She told me how to get there so
I walked over, it was pretty close. Jeannie answered the door
right away and grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, then she
laughed a nd hugged me hard and I hugged her back and we kissed
and I was glad I came.

She told me I was crazy and I said what's new, she said she was
really glad to hear my voice on the phone, I asked why and she
said she really needed some hugs from me so I wrapped my arms
around her and stroked her back and she hugged me and kind of
moved softly against me and sighed and made me feel good. 

After that she locked the door and said she already called Mom to
say I got there okay and would sleep over on the couch. She
smiled kind of sideways when she told me that so I figured out
she didn't have any second thoughts about us yet. While she moved
around the apartment I just watched her, I think I was grinning
kind of goofy, well anyone might have in my place.

Jeannie was wearing sort of a long thin T-shirt that came about
halfway down her thighs and had a picture of a kitten on it. I
could tell she didn't have anything else on at least not on top
because I could see her nipples poking out against the cloth, one
of them poked the kitten in the eye. I love Jeannie's breasts and
nipples.

I want to set something straight. Jeannie says in her notes that
she isn't beautiful and she told me that same thing but she's
wrong. Her beauty is not in the eye of the beholder like she
said, it's in her for real. She think's she is just thin but most
thin girls have flat chests and skinny legs and Jeannie's breasts
are beautiful, not huge but not flat either and her legs are
perfect for her height which isn't all that tall. There is a
little triangle space between her thighs right under her crotch,
you c an see through it when she stands up which looks way hot.
Her breasts are soft to hold and stroke, they fit my hand perfect
and they don't fold over when she stands. Her nipples are perfect
sized, not tiny but not splashed all over like a sloppy paint job
either, just the right size for her breasts. When she stands her
nipples kind of point up and outward a little, you might have
seen statues or pictures like that. They don't bulge into each
other, so you can look up between them at her face if you ar e
lyin g down together and rest your cheek on her stomach. If she
is on her hands and knees naked which I am lucky enough to see
from time to time her breasts keep a beautiful shape, they don't
dangle down like udders or marble bags or something. Jeannie's
breasts always make you want to stroke them with love.

I have memorized Jeannie's breasts so I can see them even when
she is not here. Jeannie knows I take pictures in my mind and
seeing her smile at me when I rest my cheek on her stomach and
look up between her breasts is one of my favorites. 

I love how all of her looks naked. She has a really long straight
back with a beautiful arch down to her behind which fills out a
swimsuit perfect, not too big but still plenty round. Her legs
are strong not bony and they don't have fat dimples. Her hips are
not wide but her waist is small so her hips swell out just right
without making her body look like a broomstick stuck on top of an
oil drum, I told you Jeannie was the writer not me. But that's
not all. She always looks like she has a tan because we hav e
some Indian blood on Mom's side, it makes her skin really pretty.
I have lighter skin from the Irish on Dad's side which Jeannie
says she likes okay but her's is really great looking. When she
walks around at the pool in that body and that skin wearing a
bikini you can see all these guys and lots of girls turn their
heads to look but Jeannie doesn't even seem aware. She says guys
have heads that were designed to swivel and girls always compare
th emselves to other girls and none of it means anything. She j
ust think's she is too thin no matter what I say otherwise.

Her face is beautiful too, she has green eyes from the Irish side
and a small nose and almost perfect teeth but one of her eyeteeth
is not quite in line so when she smiles it's like just that
little bit off from perfect that make's you know she is real.
When she smiles you want to be with her so other people will
notice and wish they were you. Her hair looks like she has been
out in the sun a lot even in the winter time. Jeannie is a fox
who never noticed because she was too busy with school. Any of my
frie nds will tell you what a fox she is even if she called them
swivel-headed idiots once. She says a boyfriend told her she
looks like a pixie but she looks more like an elf to me with her
big green eyes and slim bikini body and that smile. She's
perfect. Of course I love her but like I said ask anyone. She
could be in a magazine.

Another thing and when Jeannie reads this I hope she will laugh.
That first time when she took care of my overload by giving me a
hand job (and it was a great one) I told her I got hard because
her washing my stomach felt so good and it did feel terrific but
the truth is, I did not have my eyes closed like she thought. I
just had my eyelids mostly lowered to seem closed so I could peek
down her shirt when she bent over, she wasn't wearing a bra so I
had a perfect view and could see her nipples and everythin g. I
had a woody ever since she leaned over to put a pillow behind my
head so I could eat some toast and there they were, Jeannie's
beautiful boobs about six inches in front of my eyes. She says I
was smiling I bet I was. When she washed me she was moving around
a lot but still leaning over so I got different views, it was
hot. She says it wasn't sexual but tell it to my woody. When she
pulled down the blanket to change the bedding and looked up it
took me awhile to realize she was staring at my hardon and then I
really wished I could disappear. Then she got all tender and told
me it was okay to be a male and one thing led to another and then
I didn't want to admit I had just been sneaking horny looks down
her shirt. I was afraid she would get mad. So that's what really
happened.

Her note seems like I was very sure of myself saying "Let's go to
my room" after we kissed. The truth is I didn't want her to
change her mind. She was a little shaky at first I guess they
call it trembling and then we kissed and then we were just
standing there pressed up against each other all calm like and
moving softly against each other and she stopped being twitchy
and me, I couldn't believe this was real. It was a wish coming
true that I had wished for years. And then somebody drove by in a
car outsid e and Jeannie got all tense again, jumpy like, and I
could feel my wish fading out. She doesn't mention the car in her
note. I asked her to come to my room because I didn't want her to
run away and I thought maybe we could be more relaxed there. Even
after we got upstairs it still didn't seem real until I started
undoing her shirt buttons and she put her hands on my waist while
we kissed and then looked up at my face while I undid more
buttons. She was biting her lip and smiling at the same time like
her fa ce was having a fight with itself, she looked like she
wanted to stay but run away. Her note says that's when I figured
out she didn't have a bra on but I already knew that from
downstairs when we hugged and I stroked her back and soaked up
everything into my mind about her that I could, like that she
smelled good and felt soft against me and didn't have a bra on
and so forth.

I should tell this. When she asked me in the living room to hug
her so she could talk I thought maybe somebody had hurt her and I
would have to get vengeful which is not something I usually do.
Or she would tell me somebody found out what we did. I don't
know, it just felt like it would be bad is all. Then she said she
wanted to make love but she seemed like scared of me which I
didn't understand so I kissed her and stroked her long back. When
I felt her softness moving against me is when I hoped it could r
eally be true.

What happened upstairs that she noticed when I looked down from
our kiss and saw her shirt almost open and felt her hands resting
on my waist was, I finally got it that she really wanted to not
stop until we were finished. When I ran my finger down her front
I was just, you know, touching her. It was amazing to me that I
would not wake up wet and sticky and alone like sometimes when I
dream about Jeannie and wake up spouting jiz all over the bed, if
that is how you spell it. I hope she doesn't mind that I h ad hot
dreams about her since I was 13 or so, we have done some amazing
things togther in my dreams and I saw her in my mind with various
Penthouse models crotches since I didn't know what her's was like
until she showed me when I was 15. Her's is beautiful like the
rest of Jeannie.

I'm glad Jeannie likes my cock. I used to worry about what some
Comedy Central guy called the only two important questions, "Is
it big enough and where can I put it", but now the only person
who matters says she likes it so I can stop worrying.

After Jeannie let me explore and taste her body and then she did
 me back it was just like she said and I will not ever forget, I
 shot into her throat so hard it hurt. Often she swallows me
 completely by just letting me into her throat, what they call
 deep throat. I think she does not know it is considered unusual
 and hard for a girl to do that. I usually come right away at
 those times and the feeling of her tongue against me when she
 swallows is impossible to write down in words. I wish I could do
 something that amazing for her but she seems happy with me so I
 won't complain to the student newspaper.

Another thing, when I tasted her body and heard her little
Jeannie noises for the very first time, and she did me back, she
sort of wriggled herself back up my body just like her note said
and dozed off with her head on my chest. What she didn't know was
she slept for over an hour and I just held her and felt blessed.
That might sound wrong considering what we had been doing but I
still felt blessed and holy. She had her right hand on the left
side of my chest and her hair spread out down my right side to t
he bed. Her left leg was stretched out straight so she touched me
all the way down my right side to my calf. She had her right knee
drawn up onto my stomach, by looking over her head I could see a
little fold of skin where her leg bent up from her body. I felt
her breath against my chest, it was soft and even. I could see
where her hip made that soft, beautiful curve up from her waist.
In front, her pubic hair looked dark against my skin, I co uld
just see where the triangle of it started under where her leg
bent up onto me. Her stomach moved gently against me with her
breathing. I felt her breasts against me, one against my upper
stomach the other pressed against my side, the upper one moved
against my skin when she snuggled against me or moved in her
sleep every now and then. All this is a photograph in my mind. I
could have just laid there all night holding her beautiful
sleeping naked self against me but Mom and Jody got home so we
had to scurry .

I wish we didn't have to hide. Jeannie said in her note that she
put her pants and shirt back on, that's exactly what she did. She
left her panties at the foot of my bed and later I put them into
my closet. Sometimes at home after she left if I needed to jack
off I took them down to feel them and smell them where they had
been wet from her juices. It sounds weird but in a way it was
like having Jeannie actually there when I miss her which is
often.

Jeannie's completely right about one thing, that time in the
 motel at the end of her vacation was the first time I "went all
 the way" as she put it with anyone. Every one of my sex first
 times except for jacking off has been with Jeannie and I only
 discovered jacking off by accident when I was 12. Not that I
 didn't brag at school but I never really had any luck or maybe I
 didn't want any to tell the truth. One girl gave me a few hand
 jobs on dates when I was 16 but she was boring and tried to own
 me which I discovered I couldn't stand, she needed to go buy a
 brain at the brain mall. I have only ever told how much I love
 Jeannie here. Except to her of course.

Jeannie said (her words in her note) that being my first woman
was glorious and enthralling. I'm sure. Here's glorious me, I was
so nervous I went soft and couldn't put it into her. We were on
our sides facing each other and she had put her knees around the
outside of my legs and was looking across the pillow at me with
her eyes half closed and I just lost it which made me confused
but Jeannie reached down to hold my cock and whispered stuff like
"it's okay Rich" and "just be here with me" and I got hard ag
ain. She said maybe I should try being on top and she rolled over
on her back with her legs apart and her knees up a little so I
could lie down on her. I went over between her legs on my knees
and started to lower myself onto her but then I bent a little
more and kissed her on her clitoris because I love the little
sounds she makes when I do something right and I needed to do
something right for a change and she made that little noise I
love so I did it some more.

Then I moved up and kissed her nipple and I was going to try to
start screwing but then I blew it again, I just couldn't do it
right. My mistake this time was I read somewhere that a gentleman
puts his weight on his elbows so I tried that but it didn't work
because she wanted to reach between us to put my cock at the
entrance to her and my arms were in the way. She said she wanted
to feel all my weight on top of her so she could touch me with
all of her skin that she could or something like that. What a rel
ief. Then she was able to reach down and grab me and point me to
the right place. Her guiding me with her hand like that felt
great. When I pushed down at her she wrapped her arms around my
back and hooked her heels over my legs by my knees and pushed
back up at me. When I got all the way down inside of her maybe it
was the warm, wet, tight, slick feeling of having Jeannie all
around my cock (and she WANTED me there) or the little Jeannie
noi se she made when I got to the bottom so we touched all along
our b odies, or the feeling of my balls resting against her,
below where I went in. (She doesn't like the word cunt so I won't
say it either.) Or maybe I was just scared, my heart sure was
going fast. Anyway I got about two strokes done and lost it all
in one long dribble. It was the second time I wished I could go
hide somewhere instead of facing her. I'm telling about this so
you'll know what kind of girl Jeannie is, she pretended it was
wonderful and she didn't laugh once.

After I fizzled out she held my glorious self on top of her for
 awhile, I felt her pushing down on my butt with her legs. Then
 she hooked her heels over the insides of my thighs and held me
 like that while she rocked me back and forth, just kind of
 moving against me softly for awhile. I don't know if she had an
 orgasm but if it was me I wouldn't have. She said to stay inside
 of her even though I was fizzled out so I did and kept busy
 kissing and licking at her neck and shoulder and she kissed me
 back in the same places. Finally she put her legs back down and
 kissed my shoulder and my stupid pee hose fell back out of her
 so I lifted myself off and lay down beside her and didn't feel
 too proud.

When I looked over at her she looked back and smiled. I put my
 hand on her breast and told her I was sorry. She put her hand
 over mine and said it was exactly right for being my first time
 with her, she said if I hadn't been too excited to last very
 long she would have thought something was wrong with her. She
 was just looking at me and smiling and kind of playing with my
 ear. Then she said "This was your first time ever wasn't it" so
 I admitted it was. She rolled up on her side facing me and
 hugged me real hard, I felt her whole body pressing against me
 and her legs were kind of tangled up with mine and I held her
 hard too and tried to make it like we were not two separate
 people. Jeannie's back sort of shook and I was afraid she was
 laughing then I felt a drop roll down my chest from where she
 had her face pressed against me. I said "Jeannie?" and she
 looked up at me and I saw her eyes had some tears, she said "I
 just love you so much" and went back to hugging me. It made me
 feel, you know, okay. Even if I wasn't much good at sex.

The time I like to pretend was my first time was really my
second, about an hour after. We talked a lot once she stopped
sniffling and hugging me so hard, I don't remember about what but
it was relaxing. She asked what I wanted to do, like maybe we
should go watch TV or something. I told her I liked whatever we
did but most of all I wanted to try again to see her across the
pillow while I was inside of her, like we almost did before, on
our sides before I flunked my first test so to speak. I told her
she wa s beautiful and I wanted to just love her and take a
picture of her looking back at me while I felt her all around me,
she knows I take pictures in my mind. She moved toward me and
before I knew it we were kissing again.

She says she likes how I kiss. Actually I just like to taste her
 and feel her against me and by kissing I can concentrate on
 that. Not like when I'm building up to come or trying to make
 Jeannie feel magic herself. Kissing let's you just concentrate
 and feel each other like the other person takes up your whole
 entire space instead of only the high voltage parts. I love the
 feeling of that with Jeannie. Anyway we were kissing and I
 started getting hard again, so I told her to roll over on her
 stomach and she did. I got up and kneeled over her straddling
 her thighs so my cock was lying along the crack of her butt, and
 I leaned forward and started massaging her shoulders and back.
 She kind of wiggled her butt against me so I leaned all the way
 forward and pressed my front against her long back for a minute
 and then started kissing my way down. When I couldn't double
 over any more I went back to rubbing and massaging her and moved
 down a little so I could massage her butt. I love the way it
 looks and feels when I put the side of my hand into the crack
 there so I can massage one side, then I do the other side, and
 she arches up at me and I can see her little butt hole and her
 sexual parts moving around as I squeeze and massage her rear
 end. She's built kind of complicated in her sexual parts and I
 don't think I will ever get tired of exploring and looking at
 her.

Anyway I was getting loaded up again and needing relief and
Jeannie said she was ready too. I lay down next to her on my side
and she rolled up on her side facing me and smiled and she lifted
her left knee over my hip. I reached down between her legs and
could feel she was wet down there and as my finger went in she
made that little sound of her's. I lifted my hip off the bed and
she slid her other knee under me, so now I was lying between her
legs and we still hadn't touched our fronts together. I don't kn
ow if this is a normal procedure. Anyway I had one finger inside
of her from the front and she reached down to grab my cock and
moved it toward where my finger was so I took it back out of her
secret place and moved my hand up to her breast to play with her
nipple. She sighed real deep and moved her hips toward me and I
felt myself start to go inside of her so I moved my own hips
forward to meet her and glanced down between us. I saw myself go
ing up inside her, right between her legs which I had never seen
before with anyone and I had to shut my eyes for a minute to calm
down. When I opened them I could look between us without going
back to dribble city and it was magic to see, I could see her
breasts, one was against the bed and the other was above it
almost resting against the first but still separated and I had my
hand against it. My crotch was pressed right up against her's and
I could feel sweet hot slippery Jeannie all around it so I pulle
d back out most of the way and saw I was all slick with her. I lo
oked back up her body as I pushed myself back in slowly and when
I got to her face she was watching me with her eyes half closed
again and biting her lip which sometimes means she is nervous so
I told she is beautiful and I love her. You know I meant it.
Jeannie does not bore me and she can own me if she want's but she
does not seem to want to, but if any part of me is worth anything
at all then that part belongs to her if she wants it.

Anyway what was great was that I could watch my cock going inside
of her and feel that hot slippery feeling all around me and this
time I didn't lose everything. We stroked against each other
slowly for a time and I moved my hand down her back, then along
her side so I could feel the swell of her hip which I love, then
around in back to feel where her leg bent up from her body. By
reaching behind and pressing against the side of her crotch just
inside of her legs I could feel myself slipping in and out of h
er and feel the motions she made with her own hips to meet my
slow rhythm. I lay my hand down along her butt with my middle
finger along the crack and sort of rubbed in little circles at
her anus (I am trying to use the same words she uses) and she
made her Jeannie sound and then kind of whimpered and I knew I
was about to lose it so I started stroking harder as I felt my
climax build. When it hit I pressed my hand against her behind as
hard as I could so I could go all the way up into her, like I was
tryin g to disappear inside of her or something, and then I
exploded. She was making her noises and saying my name and as I
poured myself into her I just kept saying "I love you Jeannie oh
Jeannie I love you so much Jeannie" and so forth.

When it was over we still kept rocking against each other for
awhile, then she reached behind me with her arms and pulled me
tight against her and we just held onto each other like that for
a long time, pressed together while laying on our sides. It felt
like when she went to sleep resting her cheek on my chest at
Thanksgiving and I could have stayed like that all night, only
this time I was inside of her and we didn't have to worry about
Mom and Jody. It was peaceful and I felt blessed again.

There. That's my first and second times and they were both with
Jeannie and I am very glad they were with no one else. It might
have been nice if I had also been Jeannie's first but actually
I'm glad she knew more than I did or I might have jumped out the
window when I was done being so glorious and enthralling the
first time. 

Now I'm sitting here writing. When I first got here, after
Jeannie locked the door, she offered me hot cocoa or a beer if I
wanted one and I told her I just wanted to hold her. We kissed
again and she started unbuttoning my shirt which I dropped on the
floor, then she unbuttoned my pants. Meantime I put my hands down
along her sides and around to her beautiful butt and squeezed it
through her kitten T-shirt, then pulled the shirt up to feel her
butt directly. She had panties on so I got to do one of my favo
rite things, I put my hands down inside her panties on her
wonderful firm round behind and massaged and squeezed and
stroked, then reached down further to lay my finger along her
sexual parts. She is always wet down there by the time I get
there and she arches her back so I can put my finger inside her
which is what happened this time too. By this time she had her
hand on my cock and was squeezing. I took my finger out of her
center (as she cal ls it) and lifted her up by her butt and she
wrapped her legs ar ound me while I carried her to her bed in the
other room. Then we finished getting undressed and I tasted her
body from top to bottom and front to back and heard her make her
little sounds and call out my name and felt her raise her middle
up from the bed toward me as I worked on her with my tongue and
hands. I am gradually learning her body's little secret places
that bring magic to her. These are wonderful secrets to know.

Then she did the same for me and I exploded into her mouth and
then we went to sleep without cocoa or beer or anything but each
other. We woke up once about 4 in the morning and I had a sleep
hardon so she pulled me over to her while we were half asleep,
lying on our sides again which I think is my favorite position so
far, not that we have tried that many. I sank my cock inside her
as she pushed her hips forward to meet me and we had a long slow
peaceful screw, then we went back to sleep in each other's ar ms
and it felt fine.

The next morning she made breakfast and got dressed and went to
her classes. I washed the dishes and just kind of day dreamed
about her until she got back. Then we went out walking around the
town and she showed me places and we had hamburgers and walked
through the campus and went home and I cooked spaghetti and we
made love a couple of times and talked for hours and finally went
to sleep again. This is the kind of day I could enjoy all the
time. I could make my life out of days like this.

This morning with the curtains closed we had coffee together
naked and she told me about her Internet notes and asked if I
wanted to read them. I said yes, so she turned on her computer
and told me to sit and read the notes which she put on the
screen. I did and it blew me away. I found out that what happened
back when I was tied up in bed with pulleys and ropes after my
wreck was as important to her as it was to me. Then I read about
our Thanksgiving reunion which seemed in her note like it was all
about s ex but was really about a lot more if you ask me.

I'll admit that when I told her I always dreamed about her I
meant I day dreamed about her a lot which didn't help my grades
and also that she was usually right there in my mind naked with
me when I jacked off. I already told about waking up goopy from
dreaming about her so I didn't exactly lie to her about the
dreams. I just didn't want to seem freaky by being crude so I
said dreaming and left it like that. Now it turns out she thought
about me when she masturbated too. I never would have thought of
that, it made me feel good. I wonder if girls have wet dreams
like boys. Girl versions I mean. I probably didn't pay attention
in sex ed.

Anyhow when I read her sex notes I naturally got this screaming
woody. It was great because she came over and sat down on my lap,
facing me with one leg on either side and my cock up inside her.
I started to try to hump up at her but she said "Shhhh" and then
told me to settle down and keep reading, then she kind of pressed
up against me and did not move around much while I read but
sometimes I could feel her taking a deep breath. Then she started
squeezing my cock with her vagina which is quite a feeling, I
heard about that before but I figured it was just a story.
Jeannie does a lot of stuff that most girls probably don't know
how to do, she just seems to know how naturally, which is not
something I will complain about. If she didn't enjoy it so much
or hadn't decided to love me I would not be this happy.

A lot of what we did over Thanksgiving sounds kind of dirty the
 way she told it but just felt loving and tender at the time, of
 course it was also way hot. Jeannie says she just wants to write
 down everything accurately like a journalist and if reading it
 gets me all excited then she did a good job of telling how it
 was since we were both awfully excited while it happened. She
 says she wants to never forget how intense it was. "We were
 breathing steam" is what she said about it being intense. I like
 the way she talks and writes.

Right after I finished reading her notes while she was still
hugged up to me on the chair I asked if what we were doing was
wrong. She said she didn't know and what did I think. I told her
I didn't want it to be wrong, it felt so natural I wanted it to
last forever. I said I wished I could find out I was adopted so
we wouldn't have to worry about it. She laughed and wriggled up
against me to hug tighter which moved her against me where I was
inside her, so I moved around against her in response and one
thin g led to another.

I like screwing in different positions because it let's me
experience Jeannie in different ways. Sitting on me in the chair
her face was even with mine and I could photograph her in my mind
as we built up to trade our energies, as Jeannie puts it. She has
a lot of cool ways to describe coming. Or cumming but Jeannie
doesn't spell it that way. But I think she will need a stronger
computer chair because I almost broke it by leaning as far back
as I could to photograph her in my mind while I played with her
br easts and we moved against each other and built up our
energies. When Jeannie comes her face gets all inward and she
kind of curls one side of her mouth out, her lips I mean, and she
moves her head down and to the side while she takes little
raggedy breaths and makes her Jeannie noises. Sometimes she says
my name which I like a lot. Sometimes I call out her name too.

She said I should write this from my own viewpoint so I did. I am
very lucky and I feel sorry for other people who do not have
Jeannie to make them as happy as I am.

- By Jeannie's Brother Rich -

NEXT DAY

This is Sunday morning and since Jeannie didn't send this out yet
I read her introduction and now I feel like adding some more,
skip the rest of this if you like.

This morning I did the dishes from last night while she snoozed
in the other room. When I finished I went in to watch her sleep
for awhile and she opened her eyes and saw me and smiled then she
went back to sleep still smiling and I took a picture for my
mind. She had one leg bent up so she was half on her side and
half on her stomach and her hair was all touseled on the pillow.
Her arm and her naked shoulder were outside the covers, we
generally wind up sleeping naked for one reason or another but
usually for one reason in particular. Jeannie sleeping all
touseled and naked and peaceful under the covers is a good
picture.

Last night about 4 in the morning I woke up and went to the
bathroom to pee. Jeannie seemed to be asleep when I got back so I
settled in and dozed off. The next thing I knew she woke me up by
getting me to grow hard inside her mouth. That's an unbelievable
feeling to wake up to. She did it once before, after my bicycle
accident. I let her play with me like that until my energy
started to build, then I twisted us around so I could taste her
too. When I let loose in her mouth and felt her tongue against me
sw allowing I sucked at her little nubbin and stroked it with my
tongue and stuck a finger into her vagina and another into her
butt because I can tell she likes it. She was making Jeannie
noises and then her legs tightened against my head and she
hunched her center toward me and had an orgasm just as I was
finishing mine, I tried to help her draw it out as long as I
could, she can come for lots longer than me sometimes. Then she
smiled up at me and we turned around and pulled up the blanket
and she cuddled up against me with her head on my chest like she
did that first time at Thanksgiving, then she closed her eyes and
went right back to sleep. I lay there holding her in my arms all
naked and peaceful and I felt joyful and lucky. I didn't want to
go back to sleep but then after awhile I did.

Tomorrow I will go home because Jeannie has some tests to study
for but she'll be back for Xmas a few days after. I can't get
enough of being with her and holding her and playing with her
body and making love and talking with her and taking walks
holding hands (she introduced me to a friend as Rich today not
"my brother Rich") and falling asleep together and waking up
together to do it all some more. I hope I can come to this
college next year. Maybe it would seem okay for a brother and
sister to share an a partment if she wants to. Maybe we can
pretend we're not related. Or maybe she'll want to stop, which
would make me sad but now I could handle it better than before I
came down here and found out it is just as real for her as it is
for me. I love Jeannie. Every bit of me, I love Jeannie and will
love her for as long as she let's me, then I will love her as a
brother if that's all I can do. But I will never stop loving her
one way or another. There's nothing wrong with incest if you love
and respect each oth er. That's how I feel about it.

- By Rich -


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FROM THE EDITOR
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story doesn't have to be very long, or detailed, or even
sexy.  Just let me know:

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        ...at what age
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