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Archive name: susan.txt (mf, inc, ped)
Author name:  Anonymous
Story Title:  SUSAN: THEIR FIRST TIME

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This story contains sexual acts between brother and
sister. If incest and sexual situations offend you,
or you are under 18 years old, please delete
this file now!
***********( From Kristen's collection)**************

          I've been holding on to this letter for a
little while, unsure if I should send it.  You see, it
deals with incest.  But the brother and sister here
were both in their mid-teens when this happened, both
were willing, if not eager.  Since no one was forced
and there was no abuse of power, I decided to publish
it.

          Incest fantasies are pretty common.  I think
part of this is simply the desire to be with some one
you can fully trust.

          The writer here is Susan.  She was seventeen
and a virgin when this happened about eight years ago.
Her brother Mike was sixteen and inexperienced as well.
					from, LORI
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     I had been having fantasies about my brother Mike
for months before I did anything about it.  I hadn't any
real experience with sex before and was really curious
about it.  I guess you could say I was horny, but I
wasn't even sure what that meant, to be honest.

     The few guys I had been dating I didn't trust
enough to feel comfortable with, so we never got past a
little petting.  The urge to go further was there,
certainly, but not the faith.

     So I'd come home from my dates and go to bed.
Mike's bedroom was next to mine.  In fact, our beds were
on opposite sides of the same wall.  Sometimes I could
hear him masturbating.  When he really got going, his
bed would squeak and bump my wall.

     Boy was it frustrating coming home from a date and
then listening to Mike having fun.  I think that's when
I started thinking about going to his room and `helping'
him.  It took a few months before I got up the nerve - 
and had the opportunity - to try anything.

     Our parents had gone away for the weekend.  Late
Friday night, Mike said goodnight and headed up to bed.
I stayed downstairs, all nervous and scared.  A few
minutes later, I snuck quietly up the stairs and listen-
ed at Mike's door.  Sure enough, I could hear the bed
squeaking.  I took a deep breath and knocked on the 
door.

     "Can I come in?" I called out softly.

     "Um...ah.." Mike stammered.  Guess he was trying
to buy a little time to get himself arranged.  "Ah....
sure," he said finally.

     I opened the door and walked in.  He lay in bed
with the covers up to his bare chest.  Hopefully, I'd
soon find out if he was bare below the waist as well.
The curtains were open and pale light filled into the
room.

     "Something wrong?" Mike asked, a look of guilt on
his face. I think he was afraid he had gotten `caught'
playing with himself.

     "No, not really," I said as I walked slowly across
the room. My heart was pounding and I felt like I could
barely talk.  I sat on the edge of his bed, about at his
waist level.

     "It's just that...I can hear you playing with your-
self through the walls," I said finally.  "And..um..I
was wondering if you'd let me watch you."

     "What?" Mike said as he blushed.  "You want to
watch me?"

     "If you don't mind," I said hurriedly.  "It's..well
..I've never really seen a guy naked before and I keep
hearing you masturbate.  I'd really like to watch."

     Mike was silent.  I don't think he quite believed
me.

     "Are you serious?" he asked finally.

     "Yes," I said with a nod of my head.  "I'd love to
see you play with yourself."

     Still, he hesitated.  But I noticed that the sheet
was sticking up a little bit.  I was reassured - he got
excited just at the idea.

     "You can say no if you don't want to," I assured
him.  "But if you do, I think it'll be fun.  And I'll
never, ever tell anyone."  I was trying to be fair, to
give him the chance to say no if he wanted, but then I
cheated a little.  I placed my hand on his arm, resting
it lightly, almost caressing him.

     "Um...ok," he said finally.  By then, the sheet was
sticking almost straight up in the air.  He had tried
hiding it by drawing his knees up but it was still
obvious.

     "Really?" I asked eagerly.

     "Sure," he said slowly.  "You can watch."

     "Oh, thank you, Mike!"   He didn't make any moves,
so I asked if I could pull the covers down.  Blushing
furiously, he nodded.

     I stood up and slowly slid the sheet down his body.
Down his naked body, I soon discovered.  Once the sheet
was down past his penis, I threw it off the bed entire-
ly.

     Finally, I was looking at a man's naked body!  He
was hard and I was kinda surprised at the color.  Now,
years later, I can say that he was probably average in
size, but back then he looked pretty big.  My first
thought was how in the world something like that would
ever fight inside my little pussy.

     "God, it looks good," I said softly.  "You look
good."  Mike didn't answer.  Instead, he just lay there,
breathing hard.  "Go ahead and touch yourself."

     He didn't move.  Then I realized he was too embar-
rassed to play with himself in front of his sister.

     "It's ok, Mike," I reassured him.  "Everyone mas-
turbates. Wanna know something?"  He nodded.  "Alot of
times, when I hear you through the wall masturbating, I
start masturbating too. Almost as if we were playing
with each other.  So it's ok."

     Still, he hesitated, as if this was some kind of
trap.  Finally, he spoke.

     "You touch it."

     "You sure you want me to?" I asked, praying he'd
say yes. I'd wanted to touch him from the start, but
didn't want to push him.

     "Yes," he said in a strained voice.  "Please touch
it."

     "Okay!" I said with a grin.

     I had never touched a man like that before and my
heart was hammering as I reached out.  Pretty nervous
about actually touching his penis, I placed my hand on
his thigh first.  Mike jumped a bit at the contact.  I
stroked his leg, moving more towards the inner thigh
while watching his reaction.

     Mike's head was tilted back and his eyes were
tightly shut. He was even biting his lower lip, so I
guessed it was feeling pretty good.  His legs spread 
slightly, kinda rolling outward so there was more inner
thigh exposed.  I took that as my cue and continued
stroking, moving upward towards his groin.  When my
hand brushed his testicles, he jumped and moaned.

     "That feel good?" I asked.

     "Oh God yes!"

     "Good," I said with a grin.  It was so neat to get
Mike so excited.  A strange sense of power seemed to
come over me as I got my brother more and more turned
on.  Again and again, I let my hand `accidentally' brush
his testicles.  Each time I was rewarded with a twitch
and a groan.  Then I trailed my fingers up the side of
his pelvis, softly touching his pubic hair.

     "Oh God, oh God," Mike was murmuring over and over
again. Finally, he pulled a pillow over his face to
muffle his moans.

     I played with his stomach a bit, lightly tracing
circles around his navel, before working my way back
down.  I was drawn to his testicles again, since he
seemed to like it so much when I brushed up against
them.  I used my finger tips to kind cup them and slowly
stroked over the surface of his sack.

     His penis looked rock hard, with veins throbbing.
I noticed a drop of clear liquid appear at the tip.

     It was time, I decided.

     Time to touch his penis.

     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 go tense and his penis was jerking
a bit as I touched the head.  I smeared the liquid all
over the head, making it slick.

     "Mmfffuummmmmmmmmf."  Mike's smothered voice mur-
mured from under the pillow.  He seemed lost, unaware
of me or what was going on. Just lost in the excitement
and pleasure.

     By then I was biting my own lip in excitement.  I
really didn't expect to get that excited playing with
Mike's body like this, but I could feel the dampness in
my panties.

     Finally, I gripped his penis in my hand and stroked
slowly. It didn't take much.  I'm not even sure if I
really started stroking him before he started coming.

     "Agghhghhh!" he screamed as his cum exploded out of
him. I kept stroking, moving my hand faster and faster
as I watched in amazement.  Gush after gush of semen
flew from him as his body jerked and twitched and
clenched.

     It seemed that his semen was everywhere - some hit
his pillow, some his chest, and the last few spurts
dribbled down his penis over my hand.

     God, it was amazing!  I kept stroking and watching.
I loved the way his cum made his penis so slippery!

     "Stop," he cried, placing his hand on mine.  "It's
too sensitive right now," he gasped out.  His eyes were
still clenched shut and his entire body seemed flushed.

     Mike seemed like he needed time to calm down, so,
with my dry hand, I stroked his leg to try to comfort
him.  To let him know it was alright.  It seemed to be
forever before his breathing slowed.

     "Did you like it?" I asked naively.

     Mike opened his eyes at last and looked at me.

     "It was incredible, Susan.  Thank you."  He seemed
to get a bit embarrassed with me seeing him like that.
I could tell he was looking around for the sheet to
cover up.

     "You really liked it?  It felt good?" I asked
again.

     "Oh God yes," he said.  "I've never had an orgasm
like that before in my life."

     "Good," I said with a blush.  "Then maybe you'd
like to do it to me?"

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     But the rest is Mike's story to tell, in a letter
of his own......
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