Message-ID: <504eli$9704140000@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: rankamatr@aol.com (RankAmatr) Subject: REPOST: Have you ever committed incest? #19 The Thoroughly Disreputable Incest Digest ========================================= Issue 19 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. Ed. note: This issue contains a couple of borderline fantasies (q.v. Freud and Nancy Friday: the most fervently desired events, perhaps even with a germ of truth, become seared in our minds as real as if they truly occurred). While my interest is more in experiences than fantasy, I include these for two reasons: I don't like to judge my contributors, and they are interesting in their own right as different explorations of the incest theme. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From: Jack My relationship with my sister began one Summer night shortly after her 17th birthday; I was 14 and in the throes of puberty. She was a fairly well-developed young woman who had just broken up with her steady boyfriend. Our relationship had never been close, and was particulary bad this week. She had caught me sniffing a pair of her panties I'd retrieved from the hamper - I'd wanted to know what a female smelled like "there" - and needed something to fuel a mastubatory fantasy. She'd asked me what I was doing..I mumbled something apologetic amidst her threats of telling our parents. I assmuned she wouldn't follow through, as she rarely did. Plus I thought I detected a gleam of fascination with me holding her panties to my face. She was in a particularly bad mood that weekend, as our parents were away for a business trip, and she was assigned to stay at home for the weekend and "babysit" me. She made no secret of how disgusted she was at being "grounded," and fully blamed my presence on earth for her troubles. I was staying well clear of here, watching television in the family room while she played some music in our parent's bar, or entertainment area. When she came into the family room, I thought I detected an odor of wine on her breath, as she had a fondness for wine coolers. She'd bathed earlier, and was wearing a thin cotton robe over some sort of "baby doll" pajama outfit. Her shapely, tanned legs had always fascinated me, and I tried to ignore their attractiveness now. She sat across from me on the couch, streching those long, shapely legs out on front of her. Her pretty face was flushed from the wine, contrasting nicely with her sun-bleached hair. "What were you doing with my panties the other day?" she asked, her words slurring slightly from the wine. I mumbled something incoherent, hoping she'd drop the subject, as it really embarassed me. She kept after it however, and I finally had to admit my desire. "I wanted to see what a girl smelled like down there" I confessed. This seemed to please her, as a smile crept over her face. "Why didn't you just ask?" Her question surprised me, as she had always tried to deny my existence. I told the truth. "I didn't think you'd let me, if you knew I wondered." "Did you find out what you wanted to know?" came her teasing reply. "No, you came in before I could find out." Emboldened, I added, "Besides, I'd tried it before, but I guess they were in the hamper too long." "Why don't you try a fresh pair, then?" she asked, a mischievous grin spreading cross her pretty, tanned face. I could only gulp out an untelligible reply...figuring the wine had the best of her. "Do you want to smell the pair I'm wearing now?" As she asked me, she stood up, and placing her hands under her robe, dropped her pair of panties to the floor. My eyes fastened on them, mesmerized. I was afraid to move, not wanting to break the mood, also realizing that I had a boner under my own pajamas. She hooked them with the toes of her foot, and kicked them across the room to me. I caught a fleeting glance of her pubic hair as she kicked them to me, and felt my hardness stiffen even more. "Go ahead, see what it smells like," she commanded. Picking them up, I could feel her dampness on the silky crotch of her underpants. Unable to resist, I raised them to my face, inhaling the fantastic flavor. I wanted them to stay on my nose forever. "Like it?" Her question interrupted my reverie. I could only nod and grunt, not trusting my own voice or emotions. Her next question totally floored me. "Want to smell the real thing?" She'd remained standing opposite me, her hands om her hips in a challenging pose. I was mute. I wanted to accept her challenge, but was ...well, afraid to proceed. She turned with a swirl her open robe revealing her parted thighs barely covered by the top of her outfit. She walked to the stairs with a twitch of her hips. She looked at me with a grin, and offered again, "If you want to, I'll be upstairs." With that she went up the steps, where our two bedrooms and adjacent bath made up the entire upstairs. It didn't take me long to decide..I turned off the TV and went up the stairway, my heart pounding in my throat. At the top of the stairs I paused, not sure of whether to go to her room, or to my own and masturbate with her panties in my face (I still held them.) Gathering my nerve, I tapped on her door, saying "You left these downstairs." "Bring them in," she commanded. I opened the door and entered her room. The lights were out, but her body on the bed was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. She still wore the baby doll top, but no robe hid her long, gorgeous legs which were beautifully displayed. I stood there mute, unable to decide on how to proceed. She took care of that. "Are you taking me up on my offer?" she asked teasingly. Before I could answer, she parted her legs, saying "Go ahead. It's OK. See what a real female smells like." Moving to the foot of her bed, I sat down between her feet. Taking charge, she parted her legs even more, saying "It's up here, you'll have to lean over." Bracing myself on my elbows, I slid between those shapely, tanned thighs. Even before my face got close I could detect a musky flavor I'd never noticed before, even sniffing her panties. I thought I could see her golden pubic hair and paused a few inches above the treasure between her legs, unsure of how to proceed. I then felt her hands clasping the back of my head, drawing my face down, between the juncture of her thighs. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From: Brad My sister and I are 17 years old, and have been enjoying sex with each other for two and a half years. We started when drunk and being left home alone, and whilst watching a soft-core porno on TV she noticed the bulge in my pants. She got curious and asked to let her touch it - she then copied the 'actors' on the TV and went down on me. We talked about it afterwards, agreed we both enjoyed it, and have continued regular full penetration in secret, as we still live with our folks. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From: Dennis You asked so here it goes when I was 10 my older brother was 13 he would masterbate me and later would suck me off and than have me suck him off I rather liked it and started to like his advances I didn't at first. We had many 69 encountered for several years until he was sent to a military school. A few yrs. later I started with my younger brother. In adult life we have never talked about it? Why I don't know. If you want more email me it feels good to talk about after all these years. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From: Connie When I was 13 I was already obsessed with sex to some extent. My first orgasm came at a young age, perhaps 7, when I was molested (though not unwillingly) by two gardeners employed by my family. They did not speak English very well, other than a few well-chosen obscene terms, but they made their intentions clear. They took me into a small garden shed where they made me lie down on some sort of grain or feed sacks. I'll never forget how excited I was when they pulled off my panties, spread my legs and began touching my hairless pussy. I felt a thrill go through me when one of them whispered something about little pussy, even though I didn't know what that was at the time. They played with me for a long time and made me lick and kiss their cocks. (I discovered later that my 11 year old brother was outside watching through the window, trying to decide what to do. He later admitted that since he could see I was smiling and laughing, he ended up jacking off while the two men put their fingers in me and deposited their cum on my face and belly. I remember they wiped me off with rags and warned me not to tell anyone--as if I would? I just went back and took a bath, and an early nap. (Although my brother and I ended up playing with each other whenever we had the chance, we never quite had the courage to actually fuck and then he went away to school.) I was desperate to have sex, but still afraid of getting a "reputation" at school. Other girls my age did not even suck boys off, let alone fuck them. My mother married, again, when I was 12. Malcolm, my new stepfather liked to give spankings, and those spankings began to change. First with the panties on, then with the panties down a bit, then with them off completely, then just in my bra, then, finally, I was told to strip completely for my punishment. His fingers kept brushing the new crop of soft hair on my crotch, but still he didn't actually do anything, even when I squirmed a bit trying to get his fingers closer. Then, one night, he came home and caught me making out on the couch with a 16-year old boy. My blouse was open and I was on my knees sucking the boy's hardon. Malcolm sent him out the door still trying to get his dick back in his pants, and hauled me upstairs. Suddenly I knew that would be the night, and it was. At first he ripped my clothes off harshly, and turned me over his knee. But I could feel the enormous bulge in his trousers as he reddened my ass. Then he made me kneel in front of him as he sat on the bed. He interrogated me about my activities, wanting to know if I'd let any of those boys stick their cocks in my pussy. He'd never used such language and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He made me use the words, too. I couldn't get away with a "yes" or a "no" answer. He showed me that he had discovered the cache of hard core porn magazines I had stolen from him and from my stepbrother, and hidden in my dresser drawer. He made me point to the pictures I liked (the ones of women tied up and spread open, being roughly handled), made me read the captions out loud and describe what was going on. He told me, finally, if I wanted to be a slut, I would certainly be HIS slut. I felt myself trembling. He was going to fuck me, for real. He made me kneel between legs and unzip his trousers, and wrap my hands around his thick, hard, meaty cock. "I saw you licking that kid's dick downstairs, so I know you know how to do it. Start sucking, my sweet little bitch!" That first night, he came first in my mouth, then he enjoyed my virgin cunt. It hurt, but not as much as I thought it might. And I wanted it so bad, but he wouldn't let me want it, if you know what I mean. He made sure that I knew he was in charge, he was the boss, he owned my pussy. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I want to hear from you if you have had sexual contact with a family member, and what impact that had on your lives. The story doesn't have to be very long, or detailed, or even sexy. Just let me know: ...with whom (brother, mother, cousin, uncle) ...at what age ...who initiated the activity, and ...how you feel about it now Your confidentiality will not be compromised. Your story will only be used to continue these postings. If you would like to share your story, please send mail to RankAmateur@writeme.com. "You can't do this to me ... I'm a tourist ... I'm an American ... I'm a Republican!" -- Daulton Lee (Sean Penn), Falcon & the Snowman -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /