Monday, 26 August 2013


I'm sick and tired of all the hypocrisy surrounding 
incest in the media. I hate to get up on my high horse 
about it and let some of my own personal secrets out of 
the closet, but I feel I just have to. My brother and I 
have been having sex together for years and we've al-
ways enjoyed it and suffered no ill effects.

We are from a normal, middle class family and are not 
degenerate perverts, as so many people believe 
practitioners of incest must be. Sex with my brother, 
while kept secret from the rest of the world, including 
our parents, has given us a lot of happiness and well 
being. No one is abusing or exploiting each other as in 
so many other relationships we see around us. We are 
both very happy and well balanced for the experience.

Our first physical contact came when we were both over 
18. We were used to seeing each other in various stages 
of undress since we came from a family where nudity was 
very casual and accepted.

One time when our parents were away for a few hours he 
met me wrapped in a towel as I came out of the shower 
and he was heading in to take one. Bill playfully 
grabbed my towel and pulled it off me, as I brushed 
past him and I did the same to him in retaliation. 
There we were, standing in the hallway by the bathroom, 
completely naked, completely alone. I think it was then 
we first realized our tremendous attraction to each 
other. I know my breathing was coming harder than it 
ever had in my life when I saw his big cock.

That led to a little innocent grabbing and poking as we 
stood there, and the next thing I knew we were rolling 
around on the carpet, tickling one another. I was 
getting hotter and wetter by the minute and since I had 
already had sex with one of my boyfriends, I knew what 
this was leading to.

Bill's dick was getting hard, I could feel as it 
brushed against my thighs, and I could tell he was a 
little more serious about this than he pretended to be.

At one point he finally got me down on my back and 
pinned me with his knees on my shoulders. He was 
sitting right on top of my breasts when he put his 
weight down, and my nipples were hard. I couldn't help 
sticking my tongue out and giving his balls a few 
playful licks so that he'd let me up.

He did, like he was scared at first, and I could see 
his cock was very hard and throbbing and he was 
probably scared we'd gone too far.

I didn't care. All I wanted was to wrap my lips around 
that cock of his and suck it. It just seemed so right, 
so natural to do this, as opposed to the times I'd been 
made to suck my boyfriends, which always seemed forced. 
Those times we'd be parked or at a drive in movie, and 
when I sucked them I always felt I was servicing them, 
giving them relief without getting anything for myself.

Bill stood up but I grabbed his leg and kept him from 
getting away. I sat up on the floor and got my arms 
around his thighs. Then I put my lips on his cock. 
Instinctively, Bill reached down and held my hair and 
the back of my head as my free hand caressed his 
swollen balls.

But suddenly Bill pulled away and jerked his cock from 
my mouth. He said later, "It was all just a joke, 
right?" But I was determined to take our sex play one 
step farther.


In the days and weeks to come, I couldn't get the 
thought of how sweet his prick had tasted out of my 
mind, and I masturbated a lot at the thought of his 
prick inside me. I knew he was doing the same because I 
could hear the soft moans coming from his bedroom late 
at night when our parents thought both of us were sound 

But because Bill still thought he wasn't ready and 
because of our busy schedules, I was forced to resort 
to the role of aggressor, which I had never enjoyed 
before. I would dress in my scantiest, tightest outfits 
whenever Bill was around, and I gave up dating 
temporarily to maintain that fine edge of horniness 
that turned me on. I was continually rubbing against 
him whenever we passed in the hallway reminding him 
without words of what was in store for him if he'd only 
give in.

Finally one Saturday morning I got him alone and came 
on strong. His cock was very erect beneath his under-
shorts, and within minutes I was straddling him, my 
pussy encircling and devouring every thick inch of his 
hard, throbbing cock till he exploded his sperm in-side 

Since then, we've averaged having wild sex together as 
often as two or three times a day whenever we're 
together. Sex has become an important part of our 
relationship, and Bill enjoys it just as much as I do.

I'm somewhat of a semen freak, and Bill has an 
abundant, seemingly never ending supply, so we're 
always doing things like letting me suck him off and 
rubbing his come into my tits.

Now that I'm living in an apartment on my own, Bill 
drops over for frequent visits. Recently I experienced 
the special pleasures of a threesome when he brought 
one of his dates over. Most of the action was between 
Shelly, a sweet coed he'd met at school, and me while 
Bill watched and urged us on. I doubt I ever would have 
had the special pleasure of tasting a girl's hot cunt 
if it weren't for Bill. I wish I could teach the guys I 
go out with to be half as good a lover as Bill has 
turned out to be.

Incest may be wrong where a parent forces a child to 
participate or where people suffer afterwards from 
shame, but in our case of incest between my brother 
Bill and me, things really turned out for the best.

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