Message-ID: <20538eli$9903140431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Shepherd Subject: submit story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990313121016.28977.rocketmail@web507.yahoomail.com> 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. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----