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I find it difficult to classify the relationship between my brothers Bob and Jim and I as we grew up. As best I can remember we were very much like other siblings. We were close in the sense that we were always ready to help each other and we didn’t fight much as our father wouldn’t allow it. He was an only child and insisted that us siblings should always be there for each other. By the way my name is Julie. I am now 39, my brother Bob is now 41 and our older brother Jim is 46. My husband died about five years ago. Sexually I had been without human sex contact since then except for a couple of weekends with my oldest and best friend Marilyn. Jim had gone to college to fulfill his ambition to be a surgeon. Neither Bob or I were interested in any career which required college so we started early on to work in our father’s auto dealership. We worked the various jobs, took business classes and technical classes and computer classes. The manufacturer also gave seminars and had business and technical training schools and we took full advantage of those. You will notice that I said human sexual contact. There were my toys and periodically when I could be positively be assured of several hours of absolute privacy, preferably in the evening I would indulge in what we called an “Orgy With Myself’. I say we because it was another good friend, Alice by name, who had explained the concept to me. It goes like this. First preparation, bath oils, bubble bath, candles, fresh batteries, satin sheets and soft music, new lingerie and a bit of wine are a must. Bed with satin sheet turned down, candles lit and placed around, selected toys ready to go conveniently placed and the bedroom is ready. Bath drawn, oil and bubble bath and temperature just right and candle lit bathroom a must, and the preparation is complete. Indulge in a prolonged bath sipping wine, listening to romantic music and dredging up fond memories and fresh fantasies. Prepare boobs and pussy with delicate pinching and massage. After the bath, sitting at the dressing table in new lingerie while making up as if for a romantic encounter really sets the mood. Finally, obviously comes the encounter with the toys. Knowing that you can take the time to have as many O’s as you wish and have no need to hurry is really the frosting on the cake. I usually start with my massager, then on to penetration with a small vibrator and working my way up till I am plunging my largest dildo in and out of my sopping wet pussy and coming time and time again. I usually follow this by winding down again with my massager. Insofar as incest is concerned I don’t recall ever having had any prolonged sexual feelings toward either brother nor do I have any recollection of either ever indicating any interest in me. We each had our own rooms and we honestly respected each other’s privacy. It would not have occurred to us that there was any other way to be. So I know that I masturbated, read erotic things when I could etc. etc. and I assumed that Bob and Jim did what ever boys their age did. In reading incest stories here they usually speak of long standing desire between the parties but there was no such thing between us. About the only thing I do recall was one time when I somehow got the idea that Bob might be jerking off in his room at that very minute. As I thought about it I had an insane desire to go and watch him. The thought that he might insist upon watching me came to mind also and brought me pleasure that one time. Next day it was back to fantasizing about some hot guy either in school or who I might happen encounter in my travels. I am lying, just a bit about the incest stuff. There was one incident, for want of a better name. It was about ten years before the event in this story. We had all gone out together one New Years Eve and we rented rooms at the hotel so that we could all drink and not drive. As the night wore on and we all got a little tipsy we began to dance more intimately. My husband and Bob’s wife started to dance and seemed to be dancing slower and closer as they danced for the 4th or 5th time. Bob and I ducked out and found our way to a lovely little area hidden away in a garden where the music could be heard and where there were three or four couples dancing together, if their vertical love making could properly be called dancing. “I suppose that we should dance or we are going to be ‘odd couple out’.” said Bob as he took me into his arms and began to lead me around the area. As we danced we moved closer and more intimately together and then I could feel his penis harden and press against my belly. It excited me and I was a bit pissed and so I let myself get a little horny. We gradually began to dance as if we were not brother and sister. As I said I was a bit tipsy and the fact that he was my brother got lost in a cloud somewhere as I enjoyed the feelings coursing through my body. We were alone in a very private area when Bob whispered into my ear “Happy New Year” and he moved his head around till our lips were about an inch apart. He looked into my eyes and he must have sensed my acceptance of his unspoken question and he moved his lips forward till they met mine. We continued to dance as we kissed. Gradually our lips parted and our tongues explored and our crotches pressed harder together. Our clothes prevented actual penetration but my dress was thin and somehow his hard cock was getting closer and closer to my pussy. I don’t know how it might have ended up but suddenly it was midnight and the noise started and we separated. “I guess we better look for Helen and Ken.” “Yes, I guess we must,” I replied “but if they are not around I am going to assume that they are in bed together and that’s all the excuse I need to finish what we just started.” As it turned out, they were looking for us probably reluctantly as we were seeking them. We did the New Years Eve stuff and Bob and I never spoke of the incident again. Our father died when I was 32 and Bob and I took over and did very nicely. We had both married before we were twenty and raised families of our own. By this time I was pushing the big four O. The kids were on their way and I was beginning to think retirement. It was three years ago on the Tuesday after Labor Day the shit (pardon the expression) hit the fan. We happened to come in together that day and there waiting for us were four guys from the bank which financed our inventory. Long story short, we had sold forty three cars the previous week. Our comptroller (male) and our office manager (female) had somehow walked off with the money leaving the bank and therefore us holding the bag. Between that and some other of their shenanigans we ended up short something over 1.1 million. Of course the obvious answer was bankruptcy, but our dad had taught us that bankruptcy is legal theft and we could not bring ourselves to do that. College for my kids had about wiped out my savings and college expense plus divorce had Bob pretty well tapped out also. Lucky for me I did have my deceased husbands company benefits and insurance. Eventually we were able to sell off homes and personal assets and take loans and solve the immediate financial crunch. Having sold both houses we jointly rented a condo and moved into it. It took two years of hard work and a lot of cooperation from loyal employees and the local business community but we were able to bring ourselves back from the edge and begin to work our way back into solvency. One day Don Jenkins who was a fellow dealer and a friend and who had helped us as best he could called and invited us both out to dinner with his wife Lois. After dinner he said “I have an offer for you. How about you two go down to our place in Georgia. It’s on a deserted island, there’s a boat and you can relax. I’ll keep my eye on things for you here. Neither of you has taken more than a long weekend in three years, and only a couple of those. My plan is that you take off for two weeks and get yourselves unwound and when you come back you will think that you have been reborn.” My automatic response started to kick in and I started to make excuses. Suddenly the realization hit that he was right, that we were both near total exhaustion and that we really did need this time off. The tears started to flow and I was sobbing at the kindness of the unexpected offer. I heard Bob started to say how he couldn’t possibly be gone for two days let alone two weeks. I came unglued I got in Bob’s face and said “I’m going and you are going with me. Either the business survives or it doesn’t. If it doesn’t than so be it, but god damn it WE ARE GOING.” I then turned Bill and Norma “Yes, yes, and thank you very much.” Three days later in the early afternoon we found Don’s boat, got our stuff aboard and set out to find the island. Two hours after that we were settled in and in our ratty shorts enjoying wine spritzers on the screened in porch. I had a couple and then apparently I fell asleep finally waking up to Bob’s offer of sandwiches and hot tea. I lazily ate and drank something and then staggered off to bed. I didn’t bother to undress and I was asleep as my head hit the pillow. I awoke about 5:00 AM and realized where I was, and then it occurred to me that for the first time in two years that I was relaxed. It felt wonderful. I checked around and saw Bob sound asleep on the bed in the second bedroom. He was under the sheet apparently naked and I could see the tenting caused by his semi hard penis. I didn’t think much of it as I knew that pre wake up erections are not usually indicators of sexual desire. I quietly made myself a cup of tea and then wandered outside to inspect the property. The place was a combination of simplicity and quality construction. The house I could now see, was log cabin style. Inside I remembered were two oversize bedrooms a great room which included the kitchen area, a huge bathroom. A powder room and a huge screened in porch with fireplace and overhead fans and it’s own refrigerator. Outside was a swimming pool, a hot tub and a dock with a boat lift. There was a sandy swimming area and I could see pathways out into woods and play areas for kids. There was also a tennis court and basketball hoop. Near the pool was an outdoor shower. I felt grungy and suddenly had the urge to get naked and let the tepid water spill over me. I looked around carefully again. There was no way anyone but Bob who could see me. Bob was sound asleep and even if he did see me that would not be a first and was no big deal. I quickly stripped and got under the shower. There was soap and I soon was thoroughly washed and rinsed. I gave some thought to masturbation as I almost always did a quickie when I showered. It was a good way to unwind a bit from the constant pressures. Then I said to myself “Better not, nude is OK but explaining public masturbation to Bob might be a stretch.” The water temperature was pleasant and there was no running out so I continued to enjoy the feel of it flowing over me as I enjoyed the early morning sights and sounds. After a while I hear a boat which sounded as if it might soon be in sight and I turned off the shower and began to towel off. I was bending and drying my lower legs when I heard. “Nice ass, good thing you are my sister, otherwise you would be in trouble. It’s been a long time.” “I know the feeling. I haven’t been laid since Dave died.” “Tell me about it.” He paused for a minute and then said “Seriously though there is one thing you should know. I’ve picked up a whisper here and there about something that you should know about. There is a bit of a rumor around that you and I are lovers. It’s easy to understand how it started but I did think that you should know. I thought that maybe we should talk about it and maybe think about separate apartments.” My first instinct was to get pissed. Then I realized how people might think that, and then I said “Fuck everybody. I don’t care what people think. Even if we were fucking it would be our business, not anyone else’s. Screw them. No way.” Bob just smiled and then said “Now that I think about it, it’s not the worst idea I ever heard. You do have a nice ass. As they say ‘ If you have the name you may as well play the game.’ So anyhow what do you really think or do you even want to discuss it?” Just that quick the memory of how I felt on that long ago New Years Eve surfaced and I was instantly wet with desire. I was grinning when I threw the towel aside, struck a hand on hip pose and said “OK big guy, I’m ready. Your place or mine?” And I was ready. It had been a long time. The pent up sexual desire in me released as if a dam broke. I was a sexual person and always had been since I started playing spin the bottle at age twelve. This had led to practice kissing with my best friend Marilyn and later to practice petting. At thirteen we were masturbating together. At about age fourteen I overheard somebody talking about using a candle on themself and that started another activity which as time went on led to various fruits and household items. Later a massager and still later various dildos and vibrating devices of all kinds. At eighteen boy/girl mutual masturbation was a common activity and at twenty it was oral sex. However I was still a technical virgin on my wedding night since there had never been a penis within my vagina. Close perhaps, some cum perhaps, there had been a few occasions when my pussy had been bathed in it but a penis inside my vagina far enough to break my hymen, NO. Hubby and I had a full and varied sex life and had on one occasion spent a long weekend with another couple. We tried the various combinations of two, three and four. We continued to meet with them a few times a year. That all ended with Dave’s death and since then my only sex partner other than Marilyn had been my fingers or mostly my old standby the Prelude massager. Now suddenly I found myself ‘hot to trot’ as they say, and with my brother. Not because he was my brother, not because I had some long standing passion for him longing for closure. No, simply because he was a man, a reasonably attractive and capable man, and I did need a man. The morality issue came to my mind and disappeared in seconds. I needed to get laid, I wanted to get laid, and I was more than happy to get laid by Bob. I think Bob was reading my mind as the thoughts tumbled through. “You’re really ready to do this, aren’t you?” I looked at him and nodded. “WOW. I never would have thought it. I was serious but I thought that you would get pissed.” “Have you ever wanted me?” The female in me couldn’t help asking even though the answer might disappoint me. “Yes, but every time I gave it serious thought the taboos always eventually drove those thoughts right out of my mind.” He paused for a minute and then continued “Now what?” “Well I’m standing here naked and my pussy is ready to start dripping. There is nobody anywhere nearby, so exactly what is it that you are waiting for? I don’t do engraved invitations. Do you want to shower or join me in the pool? Or both?” Then without waiting for his answer I dove into the pool wearing only my skin. Bob undressed and showered wasting little time in either endeavor and then dove into the pool and came up in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and asked “You do want to do this don’t you. Not too late to change your mind.” I could feel that his cock had hardened and was touching me. There was no hesitation on my part. “Yes, damn-it, I want it, and I want it from you right now. Quit fooling around and kiss me.” So saying I put one hand behind his neck and took his hard cock in my other one. We were shoulder deep in the water. I had no difficulty as I lifted my body and locked my ankles behind his back. Neither did I have any trouble as I enjoyed positioning my throbbing pussy around his hard cock and wiggling myself around so as to make it slide deep into me. Then we did kiss. Our second ever serious kiss. It was very gentle. First my lips held his upper lip and made little biting movements, then I began to gently rub my tongue back and forth against it, then his tongue came out to meet mine. We kissed for a long time, me supported partly by the water and partly by my cunt impaled on his prick. Our tongues and lips began to get to know each other intimately. How good it felt, not just because it had been a long time since my last sexual kiss but also because the eroticism of it all and the love I was feeling. As we kissed I wiggled myself trying to find that perfect mating between my cunt and Bob’s cock. Each time I moved I trembled a bit and then, before I could believe it was happening I felt myself coming even though we had not even started any real fucking movement. My cunt was trembling and contracting uncontrollably and my body was trembling and my pelvis was humping hard against Bob trying to get even more penetration. The sensations rolled over me and then I was sobbing uncontrollably with the joy of my release. Finished we sank back against the side of the pool needing it’s support and stood there for about five minutes until we were under some semblance of control. Then Bob pulled away from me and then with his face only inches from mine and with a shit eaten grin on his face said “I think that this meeting best be adjourned to the bedroom. Don’t you?” I pulled back so that his rock hard penis could slide out and it did and suddenly I could feel the cool water trying to replace it. “Yes. I second that motion but you didn’t say what item was next on the agenda.” “I haven’t had breakfast yet but I think that your pussy might provide a nice appetizer.” “Good choice, perhaps you might provide me with some nourishment also. I believe that when both are combined the activity is called ‘sixty nine’ am I correct?” “Yes, and that is an excellent idea.” As we spoke we had been walking toward the bedroom hand in hand. We stopped as we entered the his bedroom and kissed again. If anything it was more arousing than our first kiss as I could imagine the pleasure that awaited. The kiss broke and I eyed the jumbled up bed. Bob walked around to the other side and pulled the top sheet and spread down over the foot and pulled the bottom sheet tight. He fluffed both pillows and tossed one toward the head of the bed and the other toward the foot. “OK sis, which do you want to be? Six or nine?” “I’m not sure which is which but I think it works better if my head is toward the foot. What does that make me, the six or the nine?” “Nine I think.” I can’t begin to imagine how a situation which should have been producing all kinds of deep emotions and serious talk was such producing light hearted banter. But I was so enjoying this respite from work and worry and being serious about everything for so long that I just couldn’t get serious about this. He was a man and I was a woman, we were both adults in need of some serious sex and here we were. I took my brother’s cock in my hand and pulled him toward the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and bent down took the head into my mouth briefly and licked it a couple of times and felt it get rock hard in my mouth. Then I let go and scooted over toward the middle of the bed with my head toward the bottom. The picture of me again doing sixty nine which had never failed to produce multiple orgasms now had me so wet and tingly that I was almost dripping. Bob crawled over beside me and put a hand around my right breast. He sucked most of my small breast into his mouth and began to circle the nipple with his tongue. My cunt began to tremble and pulse as another orgasm began to build. “I wish my boobs were larger for you to enjoy.” I said. My small boobs had always been somewhat of an embarrassment although I did enjoy the fact that I could often go bra-less. |
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