Message-ID: <24718asstr$961135824@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000616023315.92233.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "peter abelard" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Abelard/NewStory/Cloe_and_Rayme/mf.inc.cons Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 02:10:24 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates Cloe and Rayme (and Illaria) (C) 2000 Author: Abelard Subject Codes: mf,MFF,inc.cons. [Warning: If it is illegal for you to read sex stuff, my condolences, but fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the imagination of a professional. No not try this shit at home. If you read on, please maintain at least one hand on your controls at all times. If you wanna' publish this story for profit, ya' better ask me first. Finally, tell me what you think at <>.] This story was originally published at asstr under the author's name, Ramsey Swain (misspelled in the asstr author's index as Ramsey Sawain). Ramsey Swain is one of the pseudonyms of mine, Fra. Peter Abelard. In the interest of collecting all my stories in one place, and ascribing them to their true author, I now put this story here with my other works. Cloe and Rayme (and Illaria) The story of a brother and sister who REALLY love each other. My name is Raymond, but my sister, Cloe, has called me Rayme (as in Do Re Mi) for as long as I can remember. She and I have always been close, especially after our mother died when she was eight and I was twelve. For several years after that our father was an emotional wreck. He continued to work, but nearly every evening he would fall asleep in front of the TV with a bottle at his side. The running of the house fell to Cloe and me. Cloe and I had a difficult emotional time too, but we managed to turn to each other for consolation. For the first month after our mother died, Cloe was so sad and depressed that I took to letting her get in bed with me and fall asleep crying on my shoulder. I would kiss her wet little face, brushing the damp blonde curls off her forehead and soothing her. She would snuggle innocently in next me, sometimes throwing her leg over my leg and pressing her whole front against my side. For about the first two weeks I was so depressed myself that it was all innocent to me. Gradually, however, I became increasingly aware that, although Cloe was my sister, she was also a girl, and I was a twelve year old boy just beginning to feel the first stirrings of manhood. I had had erections before, of course, and my friends talked about "jerking off," but I didn't know how to do that, and my experiments so far had failed to do anything but get me incredibly horny without relief. As I said, however, after the initial grief began to wear off, I became increasingly aware of Cloe's little eight year old girl body pressing up against mine every night in her little cotton nightie. One night, as I lay there on my back and felt myself becoming aroused feeling her warm belly pressed against my hip, she moved her leg and draped it over mine and then brought her knee up a little higher than usual, so that the inside of her knee was resting on my erection. Totally unconsciously, she began moving her foot back and forth between my legs, which created a very slight motion on my penis, through my pajamas. I thought about stopping her, or rolling so that the movement was not directly on my cock, but Cloe had just cried herself almost to sleep and I didn't want to disturb her. She had her hand across my chest and was breathing warmly on my neck, swinging her foot back and forth, back and forth... I began to feel that tension in the tops of my legs and my pelvis rose slightly to meet that sweet, sweet motion. I had an orgasm that night for the first time in my conscious life, lying as still and quietly as I could. Cloe was totally oblivious to that was happening, and eventually just stopped moving as her breathing deepened and become more regular. I felt terribly guilty. I absolutely adored my baby sister. Our pain at the loss of our mother and our need for consolation were all mixed up with our tenderness and trust toward each other. She had turned to me and was completely vulnerable. How could I justify taking advantage of her? I resolved never to allow this to happen again. My body had other plans. As it turned out, so did my sister. Try as I might, I could not get the lustful thoughts out of my head. With Cloe lying there beside me, night after night, and my erections swelling demandingly, it became very difficult to deny my need to turn to my sister. I began to face her as we kissed goodnight so that we were both lying on our sides, pressed against each other. She still gave no indication, however, that she was aware of my aroused state. One night about a week after the first incident, Cloe was not quite as depressed as usual. When she came into my room, all ready for bed, she smiled bravely as I lifted the bedclothes to allow her in. As Cloe nestled her head on my shoulder, she gave me a light kiss on the cheek. After a little small talk about the day, and what mom would have been doing if she had been there, Cloe suddenly asked, "Rayme, when you get big and stiff down there, does it make you want to hug and kiss and stuff?" Well, I hadn't even realized that she knew I got "big and stiff down there," but our relationship was completely open, so I answered her as honestly as I could. "Yeah, Clo, it makes me want to hug and kiss." "Me too," she sighed. "I mean, 'course, I don't get stiff or anything, but I get hot and wet down there sometimes. Especially when we lie face to face and we push in close to each other." Here was a real revelation to me. I didn't really realize that girls ever even felt horny, and I sure didn't realize that my little sister ever did. I started to sit up, preparatory to suggesting that Cloe and I maybe shouldn't sleep together any more, but that idea depressed me so much that I just couldn't do it. Its not that I wanted to have sex with my little sister, its just that the bed would feel so terribly empty without her warm little body. All the horrors of the previous month suddenly loomed in the shadows of the room, and I knew that if I was feeling that way, separation would totally devastate Cloe. In her innocence, however, Cloe had no such reservations. Once she had confirmed that my sexual urges were similar to hers, she moved her little body in very close so that we were touching from chest to knees. She said, "Oh, Rayme, I like it like this. Let's always sleep like this together, okay?" Then she wrapped her leg around my back and snuggled in extra close. Her nighty was up around her hips and my stiff penis had found its way out of the fly of my pajamas. My erection was twitching on her warm inner thigh, and I could feel the heat of her little vagina just above its head. The urge to just slide up into that warm wet place was nearly overwhelming. In a final feeble attempt to resist what I knew was a sin, I rolled over on my back away from Cloe. As I rolled, however, because her leg was around me, Cloe came with me most of the way, so that she was lying half on top of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and began kissing my face. Her thigh was on my groin, and her hot little cunt was again just out of reach of my raging hardon as it continued to twitch through the fly of my pajamas. The head began grazing her inner thigh, and all my resistance crumbled. Neither of us knew exactly what to do, but we both knew that we wanted to be touching "down there" as much as possible. Cloe rolled all the way on top of me, raised up on her arms a little and looked down into my face. "I love you, Rayme. Can we kiss like they do in the movies?" She brought her lips down on mine. At first we both kept our mouths closed fairly tightly and just puckered our lips on each other, but it didn't take long to figure out that the pleasure intensified greatly if we relaxed our lips and opened our mouths slightly. Meanwhile Cloe had positioned her little body completely on top of me, so that she was straddling me, her legs falling naturally on either side of my hips, and her vagina open and warm and right at the top of my hardon. The very tip of the head of my cock was just dividing the outer lips of Cloe's cunt, and my breathing was making her move up and down slightly so that my cock slid half an inch farther in and out again repeatedly. In thirty seconds I felt the semen build up and come rushing up the shaft in an irresistible surge. Cloe smiled down at me and tried to impale her self further on my cock as it spasmed and gushed, flooding her cunt and up the crack of her ass with cum. She finally managed to slide down far enough that about half of my cock was in her cunt, but I could see that it hurt her some. As my erection subsided, the tightness of her vagina finally just expelled my cock. That night we fell asleep with Cloe's hand on my sticky penis. The next night, Cloe came into my bed smiling prettily. My resolve not to do this thing ever again melted even faster than it had the night before. Clearly, whatever the sinfulness involved in what we were doing, the activity was having a real positive effect on her spirit. I decided that it just couldn't be wrong. She still had that quietness about her that is the result of long sadness, but she was also much more animated as she snuggled in and kissed me, full on the mouth, first thing. I tried a little playful nip at her lower lip, which she relaxed, and I was suddenly holding it lightly between my teeth. The sensation was exquisite, apparently for both of us. The wetness of her mouth, the hardness of her lower teeth against my upper lip, and the full, soft, looseness of the her lower lip between my teeth gave an instant feeling of wantonness to both of us. She pulled away slowly and said, "Oh, Rayme, I love you. Please, can we try again to fit together?" I couldn't have resisted if the Pope himself were in the room. Gently I took her nighty off her and lay her down on her back. Then I took my pajamas off and knelt between her legs. She lay there totally nude in the soft light and reached her eager little eight year old arms up to me. She was absolutely adorable. Her blonde hair haloed her face in the soft light, and her smooth pale skin still had the softness of baby fat about it. Her bare cunt swelled to a plump, full, hairless mound. I knew I didn't want to hurt her physically, but I found it difficult to proceed slowly. I brought my upper body forward so that my hands rested on the bed on either side of Cloe's neck. Then, as slowly as I could, I reached down and guided my raging hardon into Cloe's plump little vagina. She pressed her lips together in a grimace as I broke her hymen, but when I started to pull out she gasped, "Oh, no, Rayme. Stay in, stay in. It doesn't hurt that much. Stay in. Ooooh." Within sixty seconds I came, deep in my eight year old sister's cunt. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After that night it became easier and easier, and Cloe enjoyed it more and more. We made love at least two hundred times that year. I continued to fuck my sister regularly from the time I was twelve until I was eighteen and went away to college. By that time she was fourteen and a beautiful blossoming high school freshman. We had, of course, added birth control to our activities when Cloe began to get her period at about twelve, but by then we had also discovered a number of other ways of making love too, that didn't run the risk of getting Cloe pregnant. About the only thing we didn't try was anal intercourse. While I was in college, we continued to make love when I was home on vacations. I met Illaria my junior year in college. Illa (pronounced EEE-lah) was a dark haired, dark eyed beauty from Milan, Italy. Her breasts were quite large for her slim dusky body. She drove a Ferrari, and I learned that her father was a vice-president of the factory in Milan. She had her choice of men, of course, but we had two classes together and began to meet in the library to study. Eventually I asked her to go to the movies, and she accepted. After we had been dating for a month or so, I still hadn't made much of a physical move on her. This definitely did not match her previous experience, and she asked me if there was anything wrong. "I know you like me, Ramond." (She pronounced it rah-MOND.) "Why do you not try to kiss me and touch me like other boys?" I didn't know quite what to say. How do you say that you are in love with your sister, and she's the only girl you really want to fuck? I knew that I couldn't marry my sister, but I sure wanted to. I made some lame excuse about coming off a serious relationship and not wanting to rush into a new one too fast. Illa was patient and understanding. In fact she thought that was sweet. She had a single room, and we began to go there to study together. When we finished we would lie on her bed and make out. Gradually we began to explore further and further, and eventually we were at the point where sexual intercourse was the only step left. Illa's body was very different from Cloe's. Cloe was soft and round, with long wavy blonde hair. She was voluptuous in a Marilyn Monroe sort of way, though somewhat smaller breasted. Illa was lean and dark, but with these very large breasts and big brown nipples. Her black, black hair was full and thick. She wore it medium length and wavy. She also had considerably more body hair than Cloe did. Not that she had a moustache or anything, in fact her face was smooth and clear, but the black hair at her pubic area was full and wide and started nearly at her belly button. The hair on her forearms was dark too, and her olive complexion added to the exotic difference between her and Cloe. Even when we got to heavy petting and Illa would take my cock in her mouth, I was still having trouble getting a full erection. It was not that I thought that what I was doing was betraying Cloe in any way. She and I had talked about it and reluctantly agreed that we would eventually have to marry other people. It was just that I couldn't get my desire for Cloe out of my head. Illa and I tried unsuccessfully to have intercourse one night. I just couldn't get hard enough to fuck. She finally stopped trying, and said, "Ramond, I know that you like me. And you know that I love you. Please, do you have a physical problem?" Slowly and painfully, I revealed what the problem really was. I said, "My mother died when I was twelve. My family had a difficult time after that. My sister Cloe and I became very close. She and I love each other very much." Illa was all sympathy and understanding. She said, "Oh, Ramond, that is such a sad and sweet story, but... " And then she paused and looked me straight in the eye, "When you say that you and your sister became very close, what exactly do you mean?" Dreading Illa's reaction, I said, "I mean that we became VERY close." Illa was quiet for a few seconds, and then she said, "Do you mean that you and your sister made love together?" "Yes." "When? How long ago?" "Illa, Cloe and I started making love right after my mother died, nine years ago, when she was eight and I was twelve. The last time we made love was just after I met you, before we started dating... Two months ago when I was home for Christmas." I fully expected her to throw me out and have nothing more to do with me. Illa was silent for a long time, but then she said in that totally unreadable tone that only Europeans can use, "I would like to meet your sister, Cloe." Cloe had told me that she would "always, always, always" be there for me, but that she knew that we would both eventually have to find other people. I had told her about Illaria. But when Illa suggested that she and Cloe meet, I did not think that it was a very good idea. I was not sure I wanted Illa so directly involved in my relationship with my sister. Illa finally convinced me, however, that she would not be judgmental, and that she just wanted to talk. She needed to understand our relationship. I eventually called home and broached the subject with Cloe. She said, "Oh, God, Rayme, I don't know." But then she thought about it for a little while and said, "You know, it might not be a bad idea after all. If Illaria can really understand our relationship, it might make it easier for us to let go... eventually." Then she said, "Oh, God, Rayme, I don't want to let you go...ever. I love you, Rayme. But maybe Illa would be willing to...oh, I don't know. But I guess we have to do something." I suggested that she come up to college the next weekend, and Cloe agreed. She arrived on the train on Friday night, and Illa and I met her at the station. I could see that Cloe was worried about the meeting, no doubt thinking, as I was, that here was the only other person in the world who knew that she and I were committing incest. Illa immediately came forward and hugged Cloe close and kissed her on both cheeks in typical European greeting. I approached, and Cloe and I kissed on the lips, warmly but not lingeringly. Illa moved back in close and put her arm around Cloe's shoulder and made comfortable small talk about the train ride, the weather, Cloe's clothes, etc. Both Cloe and I began to relax as we drove back to campus with Cloe packed into the tiny back seat of Illa's Ferrari, leaning forward and chatting happily. She had her hand on my neck, and she put the other hand on Illa's shoulder. Illa reached up and placed her own hand on top of Cloe's. When we reached campus, Illa suggested that we go to her room, where Cloe was to sleep for the night. (My roommate was a good guy, but I didn't think he would understand if my sister and I crawled into the same bed at night.) When we got to Illa's room, she got us each a soda from her mini refrigerator, and Illa and Cloe sat on Illa's bed and while I plunked down on a small sling-back chair. As we talked, Illa began brushing Cloe's hair out of her face, and grooming her in other little ways, always touching and patting. Cloe has always responded to this sort of physical attention, and began turning toward Illa and looking into her eyes. Without a word, Illa leaned forward and kissed Cloe gently, but full on the mouth. She withdrew her head only slightly and they remained touching foreheads as Cloe looked down to where Illa had her hand on her leg. Softly, Illa said, "I would not like to come between you and your brother. But I, too, love your brother, Cloe. If you are anything like him, I know that I could come to love you too." Cloe smiled and said, "Well, this is not turning out the way I thought it would!" which is exactly what I was thinking, too. But then Illa said, "You are a very pretty young girl, Cloe. I never really thought of myself as a lesbian, but I would not mind it if all of us went to bed together." Cloe turned to me and said, "Rayme, I love you, and I trust you. Do you think that this would work?" I said, "Clo, I do not want to do anything that would jeopardize our relationship, but I think that Illa as a smart and wonderful woman. I think we could try it, at least once, to see if we can share each other completely." Cloe stood up and flowed into my arms. We embraced and kissed while Illa prepared the bed. Then we each helped the others out of their clothes. My erection swelled enormous as I watched the lean and dark Illa take the bra off my soft blonde Cloe. When Cloe slid Illa's silky panties down, she reached for Illa's thick bush and cupped her cunt in her hand. Her fingers came away wet, and, with a wide-eyed, serious expression, she offered them to me. I took her fingers in my mouth and moved between the two girls. Illa reached down and began stroking my erection, which was so hard it was almost painful. She said, "Ah, Cloe, thank you for coming. You have an effect on your brother that I have only dreamed about. I have been waiting for this." And she led me by the cock over to the bed. She lay on her back and drew me into her. Then she reached for Cloe and drew her face down to her mouth. Cloe lay beside us as I fucked Illa, kissing me, then Illa, then Illa's large brown nipples. It was one of the most satisfying emotional and physical experiences of my life. Since then Illa and Cloe and I have shared each other completely. We make love in a hundred different ways, but I think my favorite position is behind one of them, fucking doggy style while she eats out the other. When Cloe is lying there being ministered to by Illa's mouth while I'm moving with long slow strokes in and out of Illa's cunt, and Cloe looks up at me dreamily, over Illa's head, I feel like I am in heaven. And when Illa is moaning as Cloe licks her lovingly, I smile at Illa and feel the surge of sperm well up to gush deep into my sister's cunt. Cloe's cunt is fuller and more opulent than Illa's, but Illa's is tighter and she moves her hips in ways that make me feel like I'm screwing a hula dancer. It would be impossible and foolish to try to decide which one I prefer. Last spring when we graduated, Illa and I were married and I got a job at a Ferrari dealership in the here in the states. Cloe has moved in with us, and we are all living happily together while Cloe attends college. 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