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It's Only Incest If...
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Bobby's afraid they're going to commit incest. Terri 
explains why he doesn't need to worry. Then she 
explains it again. Then she explains it again. And 
again. And... well, you'll see. (MF-teens, reluc, inc, 
1st, rom, preg)

***

Terri sat in front of the mirror and dried her hair. 
She had to rub a clear spot on the foggy mirror from 
time to time. That's because Bobby was still in the 
shower.

He had been waiting patiently, sitting on the chair at 
the dressing table when she got finished with her own 
shower. She'd stepped out naked, glistening with water 
droplets and his eyes had raked over her, as they 
always did, as they had for as far back as when she was 
thirteen and he was twelve.

That's why she stayed in the bathroom and dried her 
hair, instead of just going to her room and letting it 
dry on its own.

She was waiting.

Waiting for HIM to get out, dripping wet, so she could 
rake HER eyes over his naked body.

They'd been doing it for years. They had never done 
anything else, except look. Once he'd said "We 
shouldn't be doing this... isn't it incest?"

Terri, being every bit of fourteen years old, and wise 
beyond all others had sniffed and said, "It's only 
incest if you kiss."

That had been back when the hormones trickled merrily 
along, through the gentle streams of blood that 
nourished their bodies. Those hormones visited various 
places, causing her nipples to pop up, and his cock to 
fill with blood, and her clitty to itch, and his balls 
to tighten up. The hormones said "Hi, we came by to 
visit, isn't life great?" and then went happily on 
their way to the pancreas or liver or wherever those 
kinds of things are metabolized out of the body.

But now... now that she was seventeen and he was 
sixteen... now it was different.

Now great hulking gangs of hormones rode custom Harley 
hormone hogs, thundering through blood vessels almost 
incapable of keeping them inside the thin, quaking 
walls of their arteries and capillaries. These gang-
banger hnormones crashed into places their more tender 
cousins had visited, sweeping in and demanding, "I WANT 
SEX AND I WANT IT NOW!"

When it didn't happen these Testosterone Angels and 
Estrogen Mammas wreaked havoc, causing nocturnal 
emissions that left the bed wet, or made his cock leap 
wildly to diamond hardness, or left her almost 
incapable of getting through a school day because 
juices ran down her thighs at the sight of a hot boy. 
His balls ached and her pussy itched maddeningly.

Bobby got out of the shower. He was dripping wet and 
hard as stone. Once he had jacked off in the shower, 
while his sister sat outside, waiting to see him. She 
DID see the splat of milky white that made an irregular 
shaped blob on the misty glass door, and watched that 
blob elongate and begin its slow journey to the bottom 
of the door. Then he moved and the water glanced off 
his shoulder and the evidence melted away, leaving her 
with an empty feeling for some reason. When he'd gotten 
out his penis hung limp and wrinkled.

"Don't ever do that again!" she yelled, angry that her 
treat had been withheld from her that night. She loved 
seeing that diamond hard prick. It made her orgasms 
much longer and sweeter when she went to bed.

He'd misunderstood, thinking she was grossed out by 
what he'd done. He was saddened, because, knowing she 
was out there, HIS fantasy in the shower had been 
enormously satisfying, and his ejaculation stronger 
than usual. But he had a good memory too, and often, 
when he lay in bed at night, he saw himself come up 
from behind his sister, cup her breasts and then let 
his cock cum in one of several of her orifices.

Nowadays he always left it nice and hard for her to 
look at when he came out of the shower. Terri sighed as 
droplets of water dripped off the tip of his cock.

"Terri?" he said, his voice husky.

"Yes?" she sighed.

"You know I love you." It was a simple statement of 
fact.

"Of course," she said, looking from his penis to his 
brown liquid eyes.

"I want to kiss you." In his mind's eye, ever since he 
had been thirteen, that was what incest was defined as.

"Why?" she said, turning the hair dryer off.

"I don't know. I just want to. I love you."

"You already said that." She stood up. He was still 
dripping - hadn't even reached for a towel.

"All right," she said.

At first he didn't think he'd heard her correctly. 

"What?" he said.

"I said OK, you can kiss me." She stood with her hands 
at her side, naked, facing her little brother.

"But wouldn't that be incest?" he panted.

"Only if you put your tongue in my mouth," she said, 
joking.

He didn't take it as a joke, though. He pulled her to 
him and his lips came down on hers, warm, urgent, 
needing something, like a vampire who smells blood 
and... hungers.

She wasn't prepared for the ardor of that kiss. It was 
the way her boyfriends kissed her, and her response was 
automatic. She slipped the tip of her tongue out and 
licked his closed lips. Her tongue tickled his lips 
open and darted into his mouth.

For Bobby, it was if every nerve in his body had been 
directly attached to his lips. Her kiss sucked the very 
energy out of him and her tongue was like a penis, 
pressing into his virgin mouth. 

It was too much for his brain to process. 

His prick jerked and belched and his balls emptied 
themselves gratefully through the tip of his cock.

Terri felt warm liquid hit her right where her sparse 
covering of blond pubic hairs began. She jerked her 
face back from his and looked down to see a streak of 
white leave his penis and hit her again, this time a 
little higher. Frozen, she watched it drip down toward 
her sexual opening. 

No naked penis had ever been close to that opening, nor 
had any sperm. Seeing it... knowing what it was... 
knowing what it could do if it got inside her... these 
things overwhelmed her as much as her kiss had 
overwhelmed Bobby. Her hand went to her sperm-matted 
fur and slid through it, her middle finger finding and 
pressing her clit. Her other hand came up and fastened 
to his shoulder as she leaned into him and let her 
orgasm wash over her. 

Weak in the knees, she sat back down in time to see his 
wilting penis right in front of her eyes as it oozed a 
long drip of cum that strung down and then finally 
snapped and dropped to the floor.

Terri looked up at her little brother. He was 
hyperventilating, his face pale, his eyes wild. "Oh 
shit, oh shit, oh shit," he moaned. "I didn't mean 
it... I'm sorry... oh shit." His hands were waving in 
the air.

Feeling stronger, she stood back up, grabbed his face 
with one dry hand and one spermy one, and kissed him 
again. She broke it and said "Calm down. There's no 
harm done."

"No harm DONE?" he gasped. "NO HARM DONE? WE JUST 
COMMITED INCEST!" he groaned.

"No... we didn't," she said firmly.

"But you said..."

"I know what I said" she put her finger to his lips - a 
non spermy finger. "But that wasn't incest." There was 
question in his eyes and she felt compelled to give him 
some anchor. "It's only incest if we kiss AND touch 
each other at the same time, to make that happen... on 
purpose. Like if I had my hand on it and made it squirt 
while I kissed you."

Now Bobby wasn't stupid, but you know the old saying: 
"Any port in a storm." So he decided to accept that 
definition, because that made him feel better. "so we 
could do... that... again, and it wouldn't be incest?" 
he said hopefully.

Terri closed her eyes and felt that hot love splashing 
on her mons again in her mind.

"Yes," she whispered.

Two nights later their parents were working late. Terri 
stopped by her brother's room. "I'm going to go take a 
shower," she said.

Without a word he stopped reading, closed his book and 
followed her to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet seat 
while she took her clothes off. She ignored him 
completely, but stretched, putting her arms above her 
head and leaning back, legs spread. Then she got in the 
shower. She didn't take long.

Bobby was already naked when she got out, and already 
erect too. She stood to one side, making him walk 
between her and the shower stall to get to the door. He 
had to brush up against her wet body. His eyes turned 
toward hers and she stared at him, biting her lower 
lip.

His shower wasn't long either and he was out, standing, 
facing his sister, who hadn't even sat down. She inched 
toward him until the tips of her breasts pressed into 
his chest. "You mustn't touch me anywhere except my 
shoulders, or back," she whispered.

He nodded and they melted together. His arms were 
strong and he crushed her against him delightfully. 
Even though he was a year younger, he was two inches 
taller. Her face lifted to his and their kiss was 
electric. His prick slipped between her legs. It was so 
hard she thought she could sit on it. She closed her 
legs, trapping it, pressing it against her vulva.

The kiss went on and on and her arms snaked around his 
back, her hands flowing over the thick muscles bunched 
there. His hands slid up and down her spine, feeling 
each dip and swell. He suddenly found his hands full of 
soft buttocks. At first he thought he shouldn't touch 
her there, but wasn't that part of her back?

She pushed her butt into his hands and he squeezed, 
pulling her against him. That felt good on his cock, 
like his hand did when he slicked it back and forth 
while he was beating off. She pushed again and he 
pulled again until he felt that wild stallion feeling 
of his seed erupting.

Terri felt his hot liquid again, but this time down 
between her legs, all over her vulva. She squeezed her 
legs hard as he made a mess between them. She needed 
her finger again, but this time the finger she slid 
through all that slippery goo went up inside her as she 
hooked it and pulled to mash her clit. 

She exploded and started to go limp.

He held her up by her naked buttocks.

They held each other for a few minutes, and then 
stepped back.

"I touched your bottom." he hung his head. "I broke the 
rule and now we did incest."

"No, Bobby." she said soothingly. "It's only incest if 
you touch me in the front."

They needed another shower.

Somehow they both ended up in the shower together, 
pressed together under the hot water as it beat down on 
their bodies. Their kisses were hot and passionate.

Finally she stood back as far as the walls would allow 
and reached for the soap. Instead of washing herself, 
though, she washed him. When she got to his cock it was 
iron hard again. She squatted, sliding one hand between 
her legs as she washed his penis with the other hand, 
sliding it back and forth, squeezing, stroking, 
pulling. Soon the water had washed off all the 
lubricating soap.

She stared at the thing in front of her and licked her 
lips. She knew about girls who put their mouths on 
these things.

No one would ever know.

She leaned forward and, closing her lips just behind 
the glans, sucked. Her tongue, not knowing exactly what 
to do, fluttered and darted around.

"Terri!" her brother gasped.

She pulled off with a plopping sound and looked up. 
"It's only incest if you cum in my pussy."

Her mouth went back to his prick, seeking, sucking, 
tasting. With a groan he fed her and she tasted and 
swallowed, happy, satisfied. 

Almost.

When they got out she hugged him, both of them still 
wet and smiled up into his frowning face. "I like your 
taste."

"We have to be careful" he said, still frowning.

"I know," she said. "We will." She kissed him again. 
"We just have to be sure it never goes inside my pussy. 
It isn't incest unless you shoot in my pussy."

"OK" he said. Her body felt so good against his. And 
what she'd done felt so good too. "Does that mean we 
can do... that again?"

Her eyes were smoky. "Oh yes, little brother. But 
first, I want you to taste ME."

His eyes widened, and she pulled him from the bathroom. 
He grabbed a towel on the way and made quick furtive 
swipes at his skin as she took him to her room... to 
her bed. She gracefully lay back on it, her legs spread 
shamelessly. "I need you." she moaned softly. "I'm 
soooo horny."

He didn't know exactly what to do. First he just 
stared. He'd never seen a girl's pussy up close like 
this before. It was all new. It wasn't like pictures at 
all. Her lips were thicker than he thought they'd be, 
and at the top of her hole was an almost white knob 
that stuck up and out like there was something under 
the skin that was trying to break through. 

At the bottom of her opening there was a tissue thin 
piece of skin that went from one side to the other. It 
looked like a little dam, and behind it her hole was 
full of clear watery looking fluid. One of her hands 
came down and her finger rubbed over the bumpy thing at 
the top. She pulled her knees up further and moaned as 
her finger pressed that thing. He knew then that he 
should lick that thing and he leaned in to do just 
that.

Her finger and his tongue battled briefly for 
possession of the bump, and the only way he could get 
her finger off was to push it aside with his lips 
sealed around it. He had to push hard and his teeth 
mashed the bump in the process.

His sister whined. "Oh fuck, Bobby, YES, right there 
baby."

He began to play with her bump. He licked it and sucked 
it and mashed it with his teeth as she squealed and 
writhed under him. She discovered multiple orgasms in 
the process, and he discovered a new way to please his 
sister. She finally had to push him away. 

He was hard again, his prick aching. He pushed himself 
up on his knees, still between his sister's spread 
thighs, and jacked on his cock. She was still panting, 
catching her breath, but she raised her head to watch.

It only took him ten or twelve strokes and he painted 
her open pussy with his spunk. It splashed into her 
hole and now, the little dam at the bottom held in his 
sperm, along with the juices he'd been lapping up.

"You're sure?" he groaned, as his cock spat another 
thick glob of stuff at her pussy.

Her hand came down and she rubbed it into her hair, on 
her skin. She slid a sperm-covered finger deep in her 
pussy. "As long as you don't put it in me and squirt... 
it's not incest."

Two days later they showered together and enjoyed wild 
satisfying oral sex. She loved to suck down his spunk, 
and he loved to suck her juices.

The day after that he jerked off on her wide-spread 
pussy again. Now it made her so hot she scooped up his 
spend and pushed it in with two fingers. She winced and 
he immediately stopped what he was doing.

"What’s wrong?" he said, concerned.

"It's nothing," she said, switching to only one finger. 
"I stretched my cherry a little and it hurt. It's fine 
now."

"How can you have a cherry if you stick your fingers in 
there?" he asked, idly stroking his cock again.

"My hymen's at the bottom of the hole, and I just slide 
my finger in above it." she said. "I have to be careful 
with tampons the same way."

"So if you can get your fingers in there... and a 
tampon in there... couldn't I maybe go inside you? Just 
a little? I wouldn't squirt! I promise!"

"I don't think so," she said slowly, breathing more 
deeply at the thought of feeling her brother's nice, 
thick, hard prick inside her. Her fingers felt good, 
but they always felt so... not quite right, somehow. "I 
think that would tear it, and I wouldn't be a virgin 
any more."

"Oh," he said, saddened. He didn't want to hurt his 
sister.

But she thought about it after that. She thought about 
it a lot. She tried using two fingers again, pushing, 
stretching, feeling the pain of her skin almost 
tearing, but not quite.

One day she got three fingers in above that slip of 
flesh. She got them in to her second knuckle. Her 
brother's pointy prick was smaller at the tip. Maybe he 
COULD put in her.

Maybe just a little bit.

Friday night their parents went out to a party.

As soon as they left Terri was at her brother's door. 
"Bobby," she said, standing, slim and tall, in her low 
rider pants and cropped T shirt.

He looked up and swallowed. She was so beautiful. "You 
going to take a shower?" he asked.

She shook her head "No," and stepped into the room. She 
pulled her shirt off, baring her breasts. "I've been 
practicing," she said. She bent over and pulled her 
pants off. "I think maybe, if we're very careful, you 
can put it in just a little."

"Just a little," he repeated, his jaw slowly dropping. 
"And it won't be incest?"

"We'll only do it a little... just the tip... and, of 
course you'll take it out before it squirts, so it 
won't be incest."

He found himself over her, hulking over her for the 
first time. He'd licked her to an orgasm, and was 
chewing and sucking her nipples as she fisted him and 
rubbed his leaking prick all over her pussy mouth.

"Wait," she panted. He sat back on his haunches, his 
bone sticking out from his pubes like a lance, while 
she gathered pillows and put them behind her shoulders. 
Now she could get her hand down by her pussy.

"Let me hold you," she said. "You can push through my 
hand and I can squeeze if you go too far and stop you."

He put his hands by her sides and let her bring the tip 
of his cock to her pussy's mouth. He watched her face.

"Easy now," she panted, slotting the narrow tip in her 
pussy.

He tried to lunge, but she squeezed him off 
immediately.

"Slow. Just a little," she said, and let the pressure 
off.

His cock slid through her hand faster than she'd 
planned and, just like that, the head popped in her. 
She squeezed hard, stopping him. It had hurt, but not 
like anything tore.

"It's hot," he groaned around one nipple. 

She didn't know how she felt. Her pussy mouth was 
stretched, but only like when she had three fingers in 
her. It didn't hurt badly. "Take it out slowly" she 
said, and he dragged it out. She looked down at his 
prick.

No blood.

She swabbed her clitty again with the tip. It was 
leaking now, and his stuff was slippery all over her 
clit. She brought it back to her pussy. "Now in again. 
Just a little," she warned.

He pushed it through her hand again and he moaned in 
that special way that told her he was close to 
shooting. "Now out" she said. He pulled it out and she 
played with her clitty again. She had time for maybe 
one more. "Now in" she said. As he pushed she felt the 
tube along the bottom swell and she squeezed hard.

"Ohhh Ohhhh Ahhhh," he moaned.

"Out," she said, and, as she felt him pull, she let go. 
She felt the rush of heat flow into her pussy mouth as 
his prick unloaded. Then his prick cleared her pussy 
and he splattered her loins with his seed. She slicked 
her finger through his spooge and found her still 
intact hymen, but felt the wetness of his spend inside 
her pussy. She was still a virgin. They hadn't 
committed incest.

They went and took a shower together, washing each 
other lovingly, spending long minutes in hot kisses. 
Then they ate dinner. All the while she wanted to feel 
that head in her again.

After supper she took his hand again. "Come on," she 
said. This time she went to HIS bedroom. "I want to 
feel it in your bed," she said.

"Wasn't the last time awfully close?" he said.

"Yes, but we can handle it," she stated calmly as she 
stripped in front of her brother. I'm still a virgin. 
You didn't shoot off with it in me enough to take my 
virginity. It's only incest if you get all the way in 
me and shoot."

He crawled between her thighs and stared at the little 
sheet of thin skin at the bottom of her vaginal 
opening. "Terri?" he said. "It looks kind of... I don't 
know... raggedy I guess."

"What do you mean?" she said, raising her head 
anxiously.

"It isn't as tight as it used to be. It looks sort of 
wrinkled. It just looks raggedy."

She reached down with both hands and pulled her lips 
apart hard. "How about now?" she said. 

He peered into her sex. "Now it looks more like it used 
to," he said.

"Then everything's fine. It just stretched a little," 
she said. "Now, lick me."

He did, and, as always, he reveled in her taste, in the 
copious juices she fed him, in the way her hips writhed 
and bucked up at him. After she came three or four 
times, he kissed his way up to her breasts. He loved 
sucking her nipples too, because that always made her 
jerk and flop. But this time he bypassed them to kiss 
her lips.

"I love you," he said. "I love kissing your lips, and 
your pussy." I love everything about you," he said.

She sighed, feeling her own love for him flood through 
her. "I love you too. Put it in me a little again."

He wasn't worried this time. They'd done this before 
and everything was fine. He felt her grasp him, felt 
her feed him to her pussy. He heard her say "Push" and 
did that, easing his prick head past her stretched, 
raggedy hymen.

Their only problem was that he decided to suck a nipple 
as he pushed.

When he did that, her hips bucked in an uncontrolled 
thrust that suddenly sheathed half his cock in her and 
destroyed what was left of her cherry instantly.

She felt the pain of torn flesh - more of a hot sting 
really - and registered the depth and fullness of his 
penetration. As her hips fell back to the bed, she 
pulled off of him.

As one, they looked down to where his hard prick 
swayed, an inch from her pussy and the hand that should 
have kept him out of her. There were no fountains of 
blood, no stained sheets. His penis looked slick, but 
not red, or at least not redder than usual. She opened 
her hand and pressed with her fingers.

It didn't feel the same. There was pain there, but it 
wasn't the pain of stretching. She brought her fingers 
up and looked at them. They were smeared with dark, 
pink fluid.

She looked at her brother's face, full of love and 
concern. "It's OK," she said, putting the hand with the 
evidence that it WASN'T OK down at her side. "I think 
it just stretched it some more. You can go back in. We 
haven't actually done any incest yet."

His face relaxed. She reached for his cock and put it 
back where she wanted it.

He pushed it half way in.

Then he pulled it out. Her hand squeezed before he got 
it all out. "Back in" she husked.

Every so slowly he fucked his sister with half his 
cock. She felt marvelous. She felt wonderful. She 
couldn't believe how much better he felt than her 
fingers. As he pushed into her, her hips bounced up off 
the bed again and, suddenly, he was buried in her, 
deep.

The feeling of hot, wet pussy all around his cock... 
ALL of his cock... made Bobby's hips do a series of 
rapid thrusts. He didn't pull back during these 
thrusts, only pushed. 

And on the third thrust, his cock exploded.

"NOOOO!" came his agonized cry as his semen splashed 
into his sister's pussy. He jerked it out of her 
immediately and his spend went everywhere as his prick 
continued to empty his balls.

Terri also yelled, "NOOOOOOO!" in her soprano voice, 
but it was because that wonderful feeling of fullness 
was ripped away from her. 

He had rolled sideways and lay on his back, crying 
about how he'd ruined everything. She rolled over too, 
climbing on top of him, holding his face, kissing his 
face.

"NO! Bobby! NO!" she said until he quieted. "You didn't 
actually commit incest." 

He looked at her with wondering eyes. "You pulled it 
out BEFORE it all went in me. It’s OK, really! It's 
only incest if you shoot ALL of your stuff inside me."

"But what if you get pregnant?" he whined.

"I won't," she said firmly.

"But how do you know you won't?" he said. "You're not 
on the pill."

"I just know. Now, kiss me. I didn't finish."

They cuddled and kissed and petted until he was hard 
again.

"I want you to put it back in me," she said, panting.

"You're sure it's OK?" he said, hard, aching, wanting 
to feel that heat around his cock again.

"Yes, it's not incest unless you shoot off all of your 
stuff in me. We won't let that happen." she gasped, 
pulling his cock to her slippery opening.

He slid into her like a hand into a glove. She grunted 
happily as his pubic bone mashed her clitty, and the 
tip of his cock pressed into her cervix. Instinct told 
him to pull and push, and he did, lustily.

Terri knew she had found true happiness at last. This 
was everything she'd ever wanted. She felt complete. If 
only she could feel that nice, wet, hot feeling deep 
inside her. That nice, wet, hot feeling that came from 
the very tip of his prick. That would be so nice.

She heard his gasps, his warnings. She felt him begin 
to pull out. Her legs whipped around his back and 
locked, driving the breath from his lungs and forcing 
his spear back into her.

There it was. There was that fabulous wet, hot, 
wonderful feeling.

He grunted, groaned, cried out, pulled. All that did 
was push the tip of his cock even closer to her center.

When at last he was empty, she dropped her legs.

"What have you done?" he wailed.

"Nothing," she said. "Kiss me," she reached for his 
face and kissed him several times before whispering.

"Stop worrying. It's only incest when you do it twice."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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