41 comments/ 222976 views/ 144 favorites Jen's Little Brother By: scouries Hi, this is my Halloween 2011 Contest entry. WARNING: This story involves an incestuous relationship between siblings. Both are over 18 years of age. It's a love story. It also includes scenes of graphic sex. It's approximately four (4) Literotica pages long. The story is dedicated to a lovely young lady who has sent me very nice and helpful feedback over the past year. My heroine has been named in her honor -- thanks Jen! I'd appreciate it if you take the few extra seconds required and cast your vote when you get to the end. It's your feedback (both good and bad) that motivates and encourages all authors on the site. Enjoy... Halloween Oct 31st 2011 -- the Present "Trick or treat," I said with a big smile when Jennifer answered the door. She had a cute 'little princess' costume on. In pink. With ruffles. And she had a wand in her hand. I couldn't help wondering if her panties were also pink and ruffled. I knew that I'd soon find out. "And what are you doing here?" my big sister asked back. My costume, in spite of the mask, certainly hadn't fooled her! But the smile that had immediately lit up her face the second she'd recognized me belied her grumpy words. "Cinderella?" I asked as my eyes moved over her sisterly curves. "I'm sorry, I don't have any candy left for you little boy," she said as she pretended to close the door. I put my foot out to stop it. "Not even one little candy kiss for your favorite brother?" Jen looked great. In fact she looked sweeter than any Halloween candy ever could to my hungry eyes. My real cock started to grow. "I'm not lying," she said with a teasing grin. "Besides you don't get any candy without a trick. Does my funny little brother have a Halloween trick for the beautiful princess?" sis challenged as she waved her royal wand at me. I laughed. Then I opened my overcoat. While pushing the button that triggered the erection. Ten inches of plastic penis jumped up towards her. "You perv," she squealed as I closed my coat. I'd done the whole thing so quickly that I could tell she wasn't sure if she'd seen the real thing or not. "So where's my treat? " I asked with an evil leer. "You could get arrested going around the neighborhood like that. Dirty old teenager!" "I'm wearing it to the party tomorrow," I told Jen as I flashed her again. This time I gave her enough time to recognize it for what it was. "Yeah right. You're little high school sweetheart's mommy will be really happy to see her daughter escorted away by a plastic penis toting pervert." "Rose's mom thinks I'm a wonderful boy," I answered. I left my 'dirty old man' coat open. "Rose!" Jen spat out. Sis did not like my girlfriend very much. "In fact I'm pretty sure Mrs. Cameron just might like to see her daughter's boyfriend's cock herself." "If she's anything like her slut daughter she probably would," Jen agreed disdainfully. "An all day lollipop for a hungry MILF," I added as I pushed the erection button again. "Hah! All day? More like--" "And I'm pretty sure my old, married sister would like to get her hands on her college freshman brother's cock too," I interrupted as I wiggled my hips. "You're fresh all right! And stop that! And come inside before one of the neighbors sees you and calls the police," sis ordered as she grabbed the plastic appendage and pulled me through the door. "So, don't you have any Halloween kisses left for your brother?" "You're too late ... besides I told you, I've already given all my candy away." "Have you?" I asked as I moved towards her until my plastic penis was pushing up against her stomach. I pushed the erection button again. "Stop that." Ordered with a giggle. Then I pushed the other button on the dildo's controlling mechanism that I had hidden in my overcoat pocket and a stream of hand cream spurted out the end of the plastic cock. "Yuck, that is soooooo gross," Jen said as she jumped backwards. She wasn't quick enough! "If that is what I think it is you are in big trouble mister," she said as she tentatively dipped a finger into a blob of the white stuff that had landed on her princess dress. "Taste it," I invited with a leer. "Yeah, as if I want to taste my little brother's yucky sperm," she answered. But there was a twinkle in her eyes. "You never complained before." I watched as she brought the cream laden finger towards her mouth and nose. Watched as she sniffed at it. Watched as the tip of her tongue flicked out and tasted it. "It's not really--" She left the words hanging. For a second I caught a small look of disappointment in her eyes. "Of course it's not. What do you think? That your brother's some sort of pervert? So are you sure you don't even have one little kiss left for me?" I asked as I kicked the front door of sis's house shut. "You are a pervert. And I don't have even one," my sister answered. "The little devils started coming around even before it got dark. I was out of all my candy by eight-thirty. I was just getting ready to put out the porch light and put everything away." It had been just minutes before nine when I'd rung her doorbell. I'd been hoping that the kiddie costume parade would be finished by the time I got there. "I see one ...a kiss ... it's on the floor over there," I said as I pointed over her shoulder. "Where?" she asked as she turned to look. I could always fool my sister! "Right here," I answered when she turned back and my lips found hers. "Don't, we agreed, we're not supposed to do that anymore," Jen gasped when our lips broke apart thirty seconds later. "You can't give some poor teenager just one little kiss when he's got all dressed up in his best Halloween costume for you." My hands, cradling her bum, were definitely not going to let her escape. "You're poking me with that thing," she complained even as she moved tighter up against me. Her eyes, staring up into mine from three inches away, were shining. "You never complained when I poked you before," I teased. "That was before," Jen answered. A second later her tongue was in my mouth. It had been over five weeks since the last time we'd kissed like this. Neither of us could hide the urgency of our need as our tongues dueled wetly. Jen's hand slipped down between our bodies. My hands squeezed her ass. "It's in the way," my sister said, complaining again as she tried to negotiate her way to my penis. The belt holding the strap-on plastic penis in place almost completely covered the flesh colored thong which was all I had on under the trench coat. "I'm sure you'll find a way," I said as I quickly bent and then lifted up her into my arms. A second later I was carrying her down the hallway leading to her bedroom. "You're terrible," she said as her arms snaked around my neck. "A bad, bad boy," she added, then ran her tongue up my cheek and into my ear. "Jesus," I groaned as I pushed her bedroom door open. One of her hands had slipped under the strap-on and found the real thing. And grabbed him. Wouldn't you know it, baby Natalie started crying at about the same time that my sister's back landed on the bed. "Oh no, not now!" Jen complained the second she heard her daughter's lusty yell. "Do we have to go?" I asked as I quickly slipped both the strap-on and the thong down my legs. My cock, ready to go, popped up against my stomach. "She's hungry. She won't stop until she's fed," sis said wistfully as she made to get up. Her eyes were locked on my cock. The real one. "I'll go get her," I finally said resignedly after a moment's hesitation, then turned and started for the door. "You play with this while I'm gone," I told her as I tossed the strap-on into her lap. "Don't go undressed like that, not naked, not in front of the baby," Jen squealed. Like a three and a half week old baby was going to be offended by seeing a naked man I thought to myself as I entered Natalie's room. My daughter stopped crying the second I lifted her up into my arms. She was the most beautiful baby in the world. Which I told her as I carried her back to her mother's room. My sister had extricated herself from her costume and was sitting naked with her back up against the headboard of the bed when I returned to the bedroom with the real little princess in my arms. "Colin hates that," Jen said as she took her daughter from me. A millisecond later a pair of hungry lips had latched onto one of her mother's fat teats. "Hates what?" I asked as I sat down on the bed next to her. Colin was Jen's husband. "Not hates," Jen amended. "But it pisses him off that Natalie always stops crying the second you pick her up and she doesn't for him." "She's smart. She knows who's important, knows who her real daddy is," I said as I gently caressed the little head that was suckling at her mother's breast. Natalie was not paying any attention to what we adults were saying. Instead she was concentrating on food. But it was true what Jen had said. Of all the family members who'd been in close contact with her since her birth, and that included Colin, her two sets of grandparents, Colin's sisters, and various other family members and friends, it was only her Uncle Jim who could calm her instantly. "A crazy uncle who wanders around his married sister's house with an erection," Jen scoffed. "And who caused the erection?" I asked back as I picked up my sisters free hand, the one that wasn't supporting her daughters head, and moved it so it was touching the tip of my cock. "Not in front of Natalie!" "He missed you," I answered as I continued to hold her hand against me. "HAH! I'll bet you've been putting the poor thing in that slut Rose every night." "He only loves you." "So you say." But it was true. For both my cock and myself. There was only one person in the world we truly loved. And she was sitting next to me on the bed. Naked. Feeding our daughter. And Jen knew it. "You know Jen, I'm hungry too," I said as I released her hand. But instead of moving it away from my penis her fingers moved to circle it. "Well you can't have any," she said as she squeezed my hardness. It had been over three weeks since my daughter had been born but up to that night I still hadn't tasted her mother's milk. I'd wanted to but the opportunity just hadn't presented itself. Colin had stayed really close to home during the last week of Jen's pregnancy and during her first couple of weeks home. And invariably someone else had been visiting whenever I'd dropped in. Of course I'd seen Jen feeding her daughter although usually it had been with her using one of those privacy veil things. Only once had she given me the full show. A week earlier. When, while Jen was feeding Natalie, for just a couple of minutes Colin and his mom had gone out of the room and down to get something from their basement. Jen, her eyes never leaving mine, had lifted the veil and let me watch. "They're beautiful ... you're beautiful," I'd intoned almost reverentially. "I'm fat! And my breasts are huge," she complained as she cupped the one her daughter wasn't feasting on and lifted it up. No male in the world would describe my sister as fat. Or insinuate in any way that her breasts weren't perfect. Whether full of milk or not. "I want some. Want to taste you," I'd whispered. "I only have enough for Natalie," my sister had answered that night. And before I'd had a chance to argue the point I'd heard her husband coming back up the stairs. Jen had dropped the veil back in place. And I, who'd been sitting on the edge of my seat, slumped back into the soft upholstery of the chair. I'd had to put my hands in my lap to cover my erection. Tonight, with Colin out of town on a three day business trip, his first since Jen's delivery, I'd decided that I was finally going to taste her. So, after yours truly had burped the sweet baby and when Jen had finally settled her daughter back in her bassinet, I approached my sister with a determination born of the long wait I'd endured. She understood my intentions immediately. "You can't, I only have enough for Natalie," Jen instructed as she tried to sidle away from me. "It's our anniversary!" I announced as I put my arm around her. Her bed was far too small for her to get away from me. "And you're wrong about not having enough. In fact," I told her as I cornered her against the headboard, "my experts tell me that the best possible thing to happen to any mother would for her to be regularly milked by a hungry man." "Yeah! And who are your experts? Other pervy little brothers like yourself? Little boys who want to put their penises in their big sisters." I just continued on. "They say that the more that gets sucked out of you the more you produce." "That's not true." In fact, even though I was using the argument to buttress my case, it was true. "I checked. On the Internet. In a book on proper lactation practices." I moved the hand I didn't have around my sister's shoulders onto her breast. "You're making that up aren't you?" I cupped it. Gave it a gentle squeeze. "Don't you want Natalie to have the freshest milk?" I asked as I watched a drop of milk form at the end of her nipple. My finger snatched it and caught it before it could fall. A second later my finger was in my mouth. "My milk's fresh." Jen let out a soft moan as the words escaped her mouth. "Doesn't Colin do it?" I asked as my hand returned to my sister's tit. "Doesn't he kiss and suck his wife's beautiful breasts?" Jen shook her head no. "Hasn't he put his cock between them? Fucked their milky fullness?" I asked as I started to massage and caress her. "Pleeease Jimmy," Jen pled as I moved my attention to her other breast. Jen groaned out a long desperate, "ooooohhhhh" when my lips clamped down upon her straining teat. That first stream of a mother's milk, immediately released when my palm squeezed down on the breast I was suckling, splashed into my mouth in a torrent. For a second I released her nipple. "Happy anniversary, I love you," I whispered, then reached up and kissed her lips. She tasted her own milk on my tongue. Seconds later I'd reattached myself to her teat. Sucked. Swallowed. And the taste, the sweet aroma, released some hitherto unknown need deep inside my brain. My lips started to move urgently, instinctively remembering the proper moves from nineteen years earlier. "Please baby ... Jimmy! Not so hard ... slower ... I can't..." My sister groaned. I wasn't listening. In fact I didn't even notice it when Jen's fingers slid down across my stomach and onto my cock. A straining cock! I was totally engrossed in stuffing as much breast and milk as I could into my mouth. Devouring them. Eventually the urgent signals my penis was sending frantically to my brain finally registered. I released Jen's breast. Looked down. Her hand was going about a hundred miles an hour in my lap. "Jesus Jen." It was my turn to groan. I finally had to abandon my meal. If I hadn't my cock, which Jen had been tugging at even harder than I'd been sucking her nipple, would have exploded. I wanted to deposit my first ejaculation, always the biggest one, inside her, not all over her hand and fingers. She was moist and open when I moved my finger down her slit. A second later my cock entered her. And as my penis slid up her sheathe, as every inch of my hardness was swallowed by her welcoming cunt, both of us moaned out our pleasure. In spite of who we were, of what we were doing, it had been like this every time I'd pushed my cock inside my big sister. An instantaneous reaction from our bodies. An 'oh my gawd YES' feeling that echoed through both our brains. My cock knew it was home. That it was in the place it had been made for. That there was no other vagina in the world in which he'd fit better or receive more pleasure. And Jenifer's cunt knew that no other cock would ever give her more pleasure than the one that was in her. That no orgasm would be better than the one my cock was going to ignite in her. Siblings? So what? Our bodies didn't care. "I've missed you so much," Jen said as I started to move inside her. "Yeah but you sleep with Colin every night," I mock complained as I started to move my hips. We were in the standard missionary position. "Colin and I haven't done it since the baby was born," Jen answered as she locked her legs around my back. "Is he crazy?" I asked. "He's worried that I'm not ready yet. That I'll still be sore from the baby. That my vagina will be too loose." "Fits perfectly. Tight as a drum," I complimented as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her. "Mind you he isn't quite as big as your little brother." "Little brother? You're huge tonight. Even bigger than usual." "Complaining?" "I love you," she answered, then found my lips with hers. It was a hard needy fuck. It had been far too long. She came quickly and easily. My penis anticipated her and was ready, spurting out a thick strand of hot cream just as her orgasm struck. Our timing was perfect as each of my cock's urgent outpourings was met by an orgasmic spasm that rippled down its length. "Oh baby ... oh my beautiful little baby brother," she moaned out as our bodies quieted. But I was still hard even as the two of us panted out the denouement of our incestuous act. "You can take him out now," Jen said when her breathing finally approached normal. I couldn't miss the challenge in her voice or the twinkle in her eyes. There was no away in the world she wanted him to leave. And she knew I wasn't planning on it anytime soon. "As if you want me to," I said as pushed even deeper inside her. "Always taking advantage of your poor little brother. Taking his sperm. " "As if there was ever a shortage. I'm already full." "I'll make you even fuller," I promised as I restarted my movements. It was slower the second time. Easy. Fun. Interspersed with kisses. Touches. Smiles. By now we knew every secret of the other's body. Every place to touch ... every word to say. "He can't do that," she said after our second orgasms. I knew she was talking about her husband. Knew that Colin had never been able to come twice inside his wife without softening, without pulling out to recharge. But what Jen and I had wasn't now or never had never been about Colin. We didn't ever really talk about him. He had nothing to do with our love. He wasn't part of our secret world. Never would be. And I knew that some day he wouldn't even be in it. "So what do you think you're doing now?" Jen demanded as she looked up into my eyes. By then I was sitting lightly on her stomach, most of my weight being borne by my knees which flanked her body. My cock, sticky, semi hard, was resting between her tits. "What would you like me to do?" I teased as I grabbed my penis and ran it up and down the sides of her breasts. I brought its sticky head to each of her nipples. Then put him back in her warm, breastly valley. "Don't, please Jimmy, we've done enough already," she begged as I palmed each of her breasts in one on my hands and pressed them together, trapping my penis between them. I started to slowly move my hips, pushing my hardening shaft between them. Droplets of milk, first forming at her nipples and then sliding down into the valley, lubricated my shaft as I fucked her tits. Minutes later, with my throbbing cock now covered in milk, I directed it to my sister's mouth. She opened her lips. "It's my turn to feed you, some sweet Halloween cream," I whispered as my penis started to spurt. Jennifer swallowed every single last drop. **** "Are you staying?" I nodded yes. "All night?" I nodded again. "I love you," Jen whispered as I engulfed her in my arms. We made love one final time before we broke apart exhausted, both of us drained. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms. Natalie, my lovely daughter, woke us just after three, hungry for another feeding. She definitely got fresh milk! Jen's Little Brother I fucked her mother again after my daughter had finished feeding. The Past -- Growing up together So, when did it start you might ask. How is it that a nineteen year old teenage boy became the lover of his five years older sister? Why did a happily married bride let her brother impregnate her? Or did it start before she'd married? Well... There is a picture on the first page of one of our old family albums, the album in fact that my parents started on the day I was born, that shows a little girl, all dressed up in her finest dress, sitting in a chair in a hospital room and holding a baby in her arms. Yes it was Jennifer and I! It was our first meeting. And looking at Jen's eyes in the picture it's clear even all these years later that it was love at first sight. A bond had been formed. What culminated eighteen years later started that very first day. My mother has a hundred stories she tells about those early days. Amusing stories about Jen and me and the special relationship we had from day one. And there are the pictures from those first weeks and months. An endless series of shots. Jen changing my diapers. Holding me. Kissing me. An album full of them. And mom always embarrasses Jen when she brings up the famous 'milk' story. "I did not," sis always declaims when mom describes how her five year old daughter tried to emulate her mother and feed me. How mother had come into my room one day and found Jen holding baby Jimmy to her breast. "He's hungry," the little girl had told her mother. Mom had started smiling. And then had told her daughter that someday she'd have her own baby to feed. Mom just didn't know then that it would still be me who'd be looking for Jen's milk! In many ways I had two moms growing up. Certainly in the first six years or so of my existence. I followed Jen everywhere. She doted on me. I reciprocated by giving her my unconditional love. Jennifer walked me to school on my first day of kindergarten. While holding onto my hand and giving me advice all the way. This after she'd tied my shoe laces and combed my hair before we'd left. She was waiting outside the schoolroom door when the bell rang at 11:45. I combed my sister's hair for the first time on her eleventh birthday. May 5th 1999. Officially combed it I mean. Jennifer has beautiful hair! Always had. Even in the first picture of us together on the day I was born you can't miss the then four and a half year old girl's wondrous tresses. Rich, thick flowing hair that curled over her shoulders and then halfway down her back. Hair that literally danced with every step she took. My mother had suggested the gift when I'd asked her what she thought I should get Jen for her birthday that year. "Her old hair brush is almost finished, she'll need a new one soon," mom had answered. So the two of us had gone out shopping for a new one. Mom figured we'd just get Jen one of those three dollar plastic ones. First we'd gone to the local pharmacy. I wasn't impressed by the selection. "But honey," mom had said with a sigh as we'd stood in the hall lifting up brush after brush, "it's just a brush. Jen's only eleven." "These aren't good enough for her," I'd answered, then asked her where you bought the best hair brushes in the world. Mom had laughed. But then, after minutes of begging on my part, she had led me to her hairdresser's salon down the block. "I want to know who makes the best hair brush in the world and where can I get one?" I announced to the bemused owner after mom had introduced me. "Mason Pearson brushes are the very best but they're very expensive young man," Matilda the owner had replied as she'd patted me on the head while smiling over it at mom. "But I've got some nicer ones that are cheaper," she offered. She didn't know me! In the end I bought a Mason Pearson one. A long, ivory handled brush with the finest blend of boar bristle and nylon and especially designed for young girls with long hair like Jens, it cost me ninety-one dollars! It emptied out nearly every cent of my savings account, an account that had been laboriously built over the years with birthday and Christmas gift money from grandparents and aunts and uncles. But looking back now I can honestly say that I've never received as much pleasure and return from any item I've ever bought since. "Ohhh my gawd!" I was engulfed in my sister's hug. "I love it. Love you," my sister squealed the second she'd opened my brightly wrapped birthday gift. Her hug made my day. The money I'd spent was immediately repaid. But it was just the first installment. **** "Is it okay?" I was peering in through her doorway. It was hours later. The birthday party was long over. Jen was sitting at her vanity. Facing the mirror. I'd watched three or four strokes of the new brush before I'd said a word. It was a ritual I'd seen Jen perform many times before. However I'd always been an observer, never a participant. Jen caught my eyes in the mirror. "It's perfect. Would you like to try?" she invited, then spun her chair around and offered me the brush. "I wouldn't know what to do," I said nervously even as my fingers accepted the brush. "Then it's time you learned. Now that I'm eleven I'm going to need someone to help me with my hair. It's a big job you know." I tentatively ran the brush slowly through the bottom of her long mane. "Longer strokes, from the top," Jen instructed as she reached back and guided my hand. "I don't want to hurt you," I answered without taking my eyes off the brush. I took a few more tentative strokes. "Was that okay?" I asked as I lifted my head and found Jen's eyes in the mirror. "The lady at the store said it was the very best brush you can buy," I said as I resumed combing. "You're my very, very favorite brother you know." I looked up again. Jen was smiling. "I'm your only brother." "I love you." I blushed. Then continued combing. "Does that mean you'll marry me some day?' I finally asked shyly. "You know maybe I will," Jen answered. Jen was eleven that day. I was six and a half years old. I can remember that night as if it was yesterday. **** The hair combing became something of a routine for the two of us after that night. I didn't do it every night of course but at least once every week or ten days I'd end up in her bedroom combing her hair. And as I did we talked. About everything and nothing. Secrets. Our lives. We developed an intimacy in our conversations extraordinary for two siblings so far apart in age. Somehow the act of combing allowed us to transcend the incongruity of our words. My father and my mother separated that year. And the night we were told I spent half the night brushing my sister's hair. At various times that night both of us had tears on our cheeks. I'd comfort her and then seconds later I'd start sobbing. Then she'd comfort me. At the time both Jen and I blamed dad. He'd left us. For another woman. Deserted mom. Deserted Jen. Now, at nineteen, I have a somewhat different view of my father. I'd refused at first, as had Jen, of having anything to do with him. But slowly over the years we've reestablished contact and if I don't even now have total respect for him I do love him in the ways every son loves his father. Seeing him in the stands cheering me on at my various ball games, talking to me afterwards with his hand around my shoulder, tossing the ball with me on a Sunday morning had slowly chipped away at my hostility. And mom, understanding the needs of young boys had not only allowed it but had somewhat encouraged it. But while I had allowed him into my life Jen never had during her high school years. Any rapprochement would have to wait until she was much older. **** Of course I must have become a real pest to Jen at some point or another. All boys are. And I'd been a typical nine and ten and eleven year old boy. Wild, rambunctious, always getting into trouble ... a hellraiser ... a continual trial for both my mother and Jen. Except somehow I never was for sis. And I can't remember her ever getting really angry at me. The hair brushing bull sessions seemed to always ease away any and every problem between us. I was almost twelve, in Middle School, and Jen was sixteen years old and a High School sophomore when perhaps one of the most important events in our relationship occurred. It was the first precursor of what was eventually to come. Not that we knew it at the time. It was a Friday night. Relatively late -- I was already in bed and had been asleep. I awoke, my sleep interrupted by a door opening and closing loudly. And it was only because I'd had to pee upon awakening that I heard her. Jen. Crying. I heard the sobs as I started to walk back towards my bedroom from the can. "Jen?" Whispered after a gentle tap. "Go away," came back. A hissed order. Of course I opened the door anyway. No one, and I mean no one was going to make my sister cry without me finding out why. "What is it? What happened," I asked as I penetrated the gloom of her darkened room. "I'm okay," whispered back. I flicked on the bedside lamp. Tears were cascading down Jen's cheeks. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. She didn't say anything for about twenty minutes. Somehow, even at that age, I knew enough to not say a word. I just held her. "I'm okay," she finally said as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. I gave her the quick 'are you sure' look. "Promise... and thanks," she said softly, then gave me a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. I was being dismissed. Nicely of course but still dismissed. "You know I could comb your hair," I offered as I stood tentatively between her bed and the door. I instinctively sensed that I should stay. "You're crazy!" Said with a giggle. "You should be in bed." I walked over to her dresser and picked up the famous brush. It was starting to show its age but so far Jen had been adamant that she wasn't quite ready for a change just yet. I'd already decided that I was going to give her a replacement as a Christmas present. "C'mon, your hair looks awful," I teased. A clear invitation was in my eyes. "It does not. And it's late. I should be going to sleep..." Jen said but I knew she didn't want me to leave. And she knew I knew. "Just fifty," she finally conceded as she hopped off the bed and sat down in the chair that faced her mirror. She couldn't hide the little grin from me as I checked her out in the mirror. I gave my sister a hell of a lot more than fifty strokes of the hairbrush that night. In fact it was only after I'd administered well over that number before she finally started to talk. And for the whole time she talked, as she told me her story, she watched me in the mirror. In fact, looking back now, nothing really, really bad had happened to her that night. Between boyfriends at the time she'd been picked on by a group of boys at a party. A group led and egged on by the class bully, a certain Darren Robinson. They'd been mean to her, called her names and such, and Jen had been vulnerable. She'd just broken up with her boyfriend. They were just making fun of her in a typical sixteen year old male way. But she'd been hurt! "They said I was skinny. That I have no breasts. That my hair makes me look like a witch." For me I didn't care very much about their calling her skinny but insulting Jen's hair? That was a fighting matter. "He'll never do that again, I am going to kick his butt," I promised as I ran the brush through her hair. "You are not," she ordered. But she couldn't miss the grim determination in my eyes. "What are you going to do?" Jen asked. We were still watching each other in the mirror. "You're too young!" She knew I was capable of some pretty irrational responses when angered. "It's a man thing," I answered, a statement that issued from the lips of an eleven and a half year old boy! I wasn't sure what I was going to do as I continued to comb my sister's hair, just that I was going to do something. "Don't you dare," she forbade, "he's three times your size." Well he wasn't three times my size but he did play on the football team and did outweigh me by fifty pounds. But I was scrappy! I'd always been a bit of a bulldog when it came to getting my way. However, when I finally did corner Darren out by the high school football field at four thirty the next afternoon I did momentarily ask myself what the hell was I getting myself into. Then I launched myself at him. I was screaming 'BASTARD' when my shoulder plowed into his stomach. He could have killed me! Easily. And I think in a way that by the time we were finished he wished he had. But we'd been surrounded by twenty or thirty people when my attack had commenced. Both boys and girls. All his age. His peers. And even he realized that hauling off and clocking an eleven year old would not make him look very good. So I just started flailing away. Everyone, including Darren, was amused at first and laughed at my attack. Darren fended me off without inflicting much damage on me. At first. But if some little kid keeps attacking you, if he refuses to stop no matter what you say, and if meanwhile all your friends are yelling out mocking words, a couple of things happen. First, even a hundred and fifteen pound kid can inflict some damage if he keeps on swinging and kicking at you. Which I did on Darren. And second, the big kid finally starts to get really pissed off. Which Darren did. Remember this guy was a sixteen year old, testosterone filled bully. He finally got fed up and knocked me down with a pretty good uppercut to my nose. I jumped back up. The crowd was clearly uneasy as they watched the blood falling from my nose. "She's the nicest sister in the world," I yelled as I again launched myself through the air. "You little prick," the now royally pissed off Darren hissed as he put me in a headlock and then swung me around. "Christ Darren, don't!" I heard come from the crowd as I was tossed to the ground a second time. "The little bastard deserves it," he screamed, all sanity now gone from his brain. Then he delivered a boot to my ribs. "Ohhh my god!" A cry issued from at least three or four female voices. A second boot was delivered before three of his buddies finally pulled him back from me. At about that exact second my sister appeared. She'd been running. Apparently cell phoned by one of the spectators. Sis was not happy! The slap that she delivered to Darren's cheek rang out like a gunshot across the schoolyard. A second later she was kneeling at my side. She helped me to my feet. Then she flashed death ray eyes at poor Darren. "If he's hurt I'm going to--" Jen didn't finish her threat. Instead she turned to me and took my hand, and said, "We're going home." "You don't want me to finish him off?" I asked. Blood was trickling from my nose. My shirt was ripped. My knees were scraped and bleeding. "I should let you," Jen announced to the watching, silent crowd. "But he's not worth it," she added as she looked disdainfully at her tormentor, then turned, and with her hand still holding mine, marched off. We exited the stage triumphant! Darren of course never recovered his status at the school. The story of 'Jen's brother' and his defense of his sister became legendary. And not just in the high school. Within a week just about every one of my female classmates came up and congratulated me. Patted me on the back. If only I'd been thirteen or fourteen I could have translated all that goodwill into kisses and hugs. Unfortunately I was only eleven and sex hadn't yet arrived in my body. **** "What happened to your brother?" mom demanded when she burst into the kitchen and came upon Jen tending my wounds at the kitchen table. "If you've been fighting young man you're going--" "He was a hero," Jen interrupted and then proceeded to tell the story of her gallant knight. Mom hugged me. I was able to get away with just about everything I tried for the next six months or so! **** Life went on. A year or so later Jen took me aside and told me about the birds and the bees. I'd just been going about my business of combing her hair. "What do you know about girls?" she'd started. "Girls?" "Sex," then she added, "getting girls pregnant." Pregnant? Truth be told I had been going through puberty at the time. My buddies and I had had whispered conversations but most of what I'd gleaned up to that night had been hearsay and in retrospect relatively unreliable. Over the next hour Jen remedied my lack of knowledge. In great detail. Then fielded every question I threw at her. A month later, dad, still separated from mom and living across town with a new girlfriend, decided he should fill me in on the whole girl/boy thing. He wasn't very good at it. We were both embarrassed. The session went poorly. Luckily, due to Jen's talk, I didn't have to rely on what dad told me that day. A month later mom figured she'd better fill me in on girls. Give me their perspective. She was definitely better at it than dad had been but still not in Jen's league. **** At thirteen, still a middle schooler, I was allowed to go to my first 'official' mixed party. Jen prepared me for it. Gave me pointers. Told me what to wear. Gave me advice on what to say. Then, when I got home just after midnight, it was she, not mom, who debriefed me while I combed her hair. And from that night on I told her everything. About my interactions with girls I mean. What I'd felt. What I'd wanted to do. What I'd done. I asked for advice. She gave it. There was no shyness between us as we talked. And to some extent, perhaps less so at the start, she reciprocated. Told me her feelings. Who she liked. What she and her boyfriend's did. I learned about women. I had a huge leg up in the whole boy/girl dating game. And eventually we both got to know each other's secret thoughts. Our secret desires. **** Of course Jen broke my heart when she went off to University. "Who's going to comb your hair?" I asked as mom and I prepared to leave her and go home. We'd just driven her the hundred and fifty miles up to her new college. But Jen knew I wasn't just worried about her hair. She hugged me. Whispered "I love you so much" in my ear. "And you'd better phone me every day," my sister instructed when she finally released me. "Every day?" I tried to make it sound like that would be an impossible imposition to put on a fourteen year old. Jen knew better! I was a high school freshman, she a college one. I got the first text from her before mom and I had driven fifty miles. "i miss you already!" "IT'S NOT FAIR," I texted back. Of course we had Thanksgivings and Christmases and Spring Breaks together over the following years. And of course the almost continuous flow of emails and texts that allowed the two of us to follow each other's daily life. During the Christmas break of her freshman year she told me about the night she'd lost her virginity. To a sophomore from Chicago. Of Greek parentage. He had dark hair and was one of those guys whom had to shave twice a day. Apparently his hirsute appearance had been his main drawing card. She hadn't really enjoyed it as much as she'd hoped. Or so she explained. And as she'd described the whole experience to me in excruciating detail it had taken all of my self control to hide the anguish that was coursing through my body. I'd just turned fifteen. Jen's story put me off Greeks forever. How dare the bastard? **** During the summer after my freshman year in high school, when I was fifteen and a half, with her back home from school, Jen taught me to dance. "Most boys are terrible dancers, god, you should see some of the spaz's at school," she announced one night while I brushed her hair. "So someone better teach you before it's too late." Jen's Little Brother "You're my sister," I objected. "Sooo! You're all of a sudden too good to dance with your sister? Who else could teach you better than I could?" The lessons commenced the next night. My sister was not only a good dancer she also proved to be a good teacher of the art. And, once I'd finally achieved an acceptable level of skill in her eyes, which occurred just a week before she was to return to school, she got onto the next subject. Course #2 -- Kissing. "Kissing? You're going to teach me to kiss? No way! Yuck!" Again I brought up the fact that she was my sister. "I've been kissing you all my life," she answered. "But--" "We only have a week. We'll start tomorrow." We did. And we had two subsequent lessons over our last week together. My sister conducted her schooling in a dispassionate way. Instructions issued as orders. "No, you're doing it wrong, you're slobbering, do it like this," she'd drill as she put me through my paces. It was weird doing it with her but exciting too. But somehow not sexual. I was concentrating way too hard and the concept of being interested in my sister in that sense was too far out there for me then. But, as it turned out, Jen knew what she was talking about. Because, in a way incomprehensible to me, the high school sophomore girl's grapevine almost immediately got the word out that yours truly was an excellent dancer and kisser. And of course, to my great benefit, many of my classmates wanted to check to see if it was true. I reaped the benefits of Jen's instruction all that year. And I delighted in letting my sister know it. 'sarah thinks I'm the world's best dancer' I'd text as I walked home from a party. 'who's sarah?' would immediately come back. 'i had to explain to her what French kissing is' I'd answer. A minute later, usually before I'd gotten in the front door my cell would ring. "Well it's your fault, you taught me," I'd accuse before she could even get a word in. Then she'd grill me on every little thing I'd done that night. However, in spite of my expertise in the dancing and kissing arts, I didn't get laid that year! Not even close! **** The next summer Jen saw me naked for the first time. Okay it wasn't for the first time in my life! I mean she'd seen me when I'd been a baby and growing up a bit. But she'd never seen me naked since I'd gone through puberty. Not completely naked anyway. Sure she'd seen me in my underwear. Heck I'd seen her just in her bra and panties hundreds of times over the years. We did share a bathroom! Did I show her on purpose or did it simply happen by accident? Honestly, looking back now, I have to admit that it was an unconsciously 'planned' accident (if such a thing is possible). And it really had nothing to do with her or any sexual desire I had for her. I still hadn't made that jump. It had much more to do with being a sixteen year old boy. Of being horny all the time. Of being frustrated. Of wanting to announce my new maturity, my new readiness to the female world. Jen just happened to be handy. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was standing at the sink shaving (although the peach fuzz on my cheeks really didn't justify the daily lathering I gave them). I hadn't wrapped the towel around me. I'd also left the bathroom door halfway open. I'd been doing the same thing for four mornings before Jen finally happened by. She actually giggled when she saw me. But she also took her time checking me out before she turned away. Twenty minutes later as the two of us were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast she said out of the blue, "You know I used to shave my boyfriend sometimes last year." "At school? Which boyfriend? You never said anything about shaving anybody," I accused. "Didn't I?" Jen asked. "He said I was pretty good at it. Maybe I should shave you some day. But I guess I'll have to wait a few years before you can grow a beard," she added teasingly as she ran her palm across my cheek. "Was this guy a Greek too?" I demanded. But two days later, in exchange for a promised two hair combings by me, she agreed to give me a professional 'Jennie shave'. Which was kinda neat. It was the first time anyone else had ever shaved me. She took her time. And when she'd finished she'd dabbed some after-shave on my cheeks. "What's that?" I squealed as I felt the tingling coolness penetrate my skin. "Don't you ever use after-shave?" she'd demanded, her astonishment at my unsuaveness clear in her voice. And then, Jen, before she went back to College that fall, flashed me. Just once. And she'd never admit now to anyone that she'd done it on purpose but I know she did. It was tit for tat so to speak. She'd seen me. I was going to see her. Sis had a good body. That was the first time that the thought had occurred to me. Mind you it was the growth of hair on her pubic mound that really caught my eye. In fact, and this is maybe hard to believe, the thought that occurred to me as my eyes took in her body had nothing to do with sex. Instead, a vision of Jen lying on her back on the bed popped into my mind. She was using the famous birthday brush. Administering one hundred strokes to the unruly nest of thick hair that was growing luxuriously between her legs. It was a vision that haunted me for months. And even today it periodically appears in my brain. I'm pretty sure it always will. **** When I lost my virginity a week after my seventeenth birthday, on Halloween of all nights, I immediately called my sister. We talked for like at least two hours. She talked me down from the greatest high of my life. Jen brought a guy named Colin home for the first time that Christmas. Not for Christmas Day itself, he spent that with his family (they lived in our town too), but the two of them spent a lot of time together around our house over the following week. Over the previous months I'd heard a lot about him from Jen in our nightly phone calls and almost continuous texting but I'd never met him in person. It was the first time I'd ever met a man who'd slept with my sister! And yes, Jen had given me more than one description of their sexual encounters. Frank, detailed descriptions that invariably had left me troubled and unhappy. "Do you like him?" she asked one night a couple of days before she was due to go back to school. I was combing her hair. I was using the new hair brush I'd given her that Christmas. The third one I'd given her over the years I'd christened it Jen3. Jen2 had been moved to backup status. The original, Jen1, was kept in the bottom of her purse for on the go emergencies. "Colin?" It was the first time she'd ever asked my opinion of one of her beaus. "He seems okay," I answered cautiously. "Just okay?" Actually Colin was a pretty good guy. He was one of those friendly guys everyone gets along with. The type of male every mother wishes for her daughter. Polite, attractive without being dangerous looking, well educated but modest, a smile always on his lips, a head on his shoulders but never arrogant... an all round nice guy. He was a year older than Jen and had graduated the previous Spring but then he had gone back to school the following Fall for an accelerated eighteen month M.B.A. program. His old man was a successful financial planner with his own firm and Colin had grown up in a much wealthier section of town than we had. "So what, you're thinking of marrying him?" I asked as I continued to comb her hair. "I might," she answered, watching me carefully in the mirror as she spoke. My hand holding the comb stopped in mid stroke. "I thought you were going to wait for me," I said in what I'd intended to be a teasing tone. "A young pup like you!" A tease. But there was a catch in her voice too. "Anyway he hasn't asked me yet." "He'd be a fool not to," I answered. "If he ever does I'll tell him he has to get your permission first." "Mine?" "What, do you think I'm going to tell him to ask dad?" Scornfully asked. Jen still had some pretty hard feelings towards dad. They'd started to tentatively reach out to each other over the previous couple of years but they still had a way to go when we talked that day. I'd been working as a sorta middleman as they'd attempted a rapprochement. "And who do you think is going to be escorting me down the aisle the day I decide to get married?" "Me?" I couldn't keep the smile off my lips. "Duh!" "I thought I'd be roped in to being your hairdresser," I said with a grin. "Well of course you will. But then you'll put on a monkey suit and walk me down the aisle." "Maybe it should be me waiting at the altar." "You're too good a hairdresser to marry." "This sounds serious." Colin was the perfect potential husband. I think even I recognized that from the very start. He'd love his wife. Be devoted to her even as he provided more than amply for her. He'd be a more than adequate lover. He'd be a great father. His only failing I thought was that he wouldn't be me. Spring Break 2010 Colin Andrew Thorpe called me up out of the blue on the Tuesday of his Spring Break week a couple of months later. Both he and Jen had driven back home from school on the previous Saturday. Colin invited me out to dinner. "With Jen?" I asked. "Naw, let's just make it a boys night out," he answered casually. I knew immediately what really was going on. I had to fight the impulse to refuse. I didn't make it too easy on him. Heck, I had to fulfill my assumed fatherly duties didn't I? **** "So?" I looked up to see Jen standing in my doorway. "It was okay ... we had a couple of beers," I said casually. I figured I'd better make her work for it. "And?" "And what?" "Jiiiimmy!" "Well I did tell him the story of what I did to that Darren guy." "You did?" "And I told him if he ever hurt you that I'd have to do the same to him." My sister hurtled herself into my arms. We talked for hours that night. And on both our parts there was unmistakable happiness. But also sadness. This was a forever decision. And although she'd been dating Colin for close to a year it had never interfered with our intimacy. But we both knew, or feared at least, that marriage would strike an irrevocable blow to what we'd had together for over seventeen years. Could a woman share all her secrets with two men I wondered to myself as I lay in bed alone, tossing and turning, all through the night. But once the decision had been made and the engagement announced the approaching marriage took on a life of its own. The planning started immediately. The marriage date was set for the twenty-seventh of December. Just nine months off. Jen was set to graduate that May but Colin's program ran right through the summer and wasn't to finish until mid December, just weeks before the wedding. They decided, after consultation with both families, that they'd live together once sis graduated and her roommates had left school and then, once Colin had graduated in December they were going to return home to live. Then after their honeymoon Colin was going to go to work for a local bank, the bank he'd worked at over the previous two summers. Long term, after maybe getting five years experience at the bank, his plan was to go to work for his father and then eventuality, in the fullness of time, take over for him. Everything was planned. My whole sister's effing life had been decided. They'd even decided on how many children they were going to have -- three -- and what area of town they were going to live in. In fact, in mid August, during one of their many trips back home from school that summer, Colin and Jen put an offer down on a house. An offer financed by Colin's parents and quickly accepted by the home seller. And here I was still months away from my eighteenth birthday and my sister had her whole life planned! Bemused by the whole thing at first over time I'd slowly drifted into a state of almost constant inner turmoil. Oh, I'd gone about my daily life. In fact no one ever mentioned seeing any change in me over those days and months. I continued to see my girlfriend. I went to school. I texted my sister. But I became increasingly distracted as the big day inexorably approached. And then on my eighteenth birthday realization came. Of the impossibility of life without Jen. I was less than two months away from walking her down the aisle on my arm. To be delivered by me to another man. The catalyst was her birthday call. It was the twentieth of October. She apologized to me for not being there. "I'll be home on Halloween. I'm going to give you the best present you've ever received," she promised. And it was at that exact second that I realized for the first time what I really wanted from my sister. A lifetime of sibling love crystallized into a need so powerful and overwhelming, so obviously right, that any incestuous taboos I might have harbored were ruthlessly swept away by the tsunami that engulfed me. I wanted to make love with my sister! And I immediately realized that she also, somewhere in her unconscious brain, wanted the same thing. And I'd recognized immediately that it would have to be done before Jen married. That there'd be almost insurmountable obstacles to my making love to her after she'd married. I had to get my dibs in first! I started planning that very night. It was my eighteenth birthday. And I celebrated it by stroking my cock to ejaculation. I fucked my hand that night but my brain was making love to my sister. Halloween 2010 I was ready when she arrived home from school on the afternoon of Saturday the 29th of October. She'd arrived with a van full of stuff that she was bringing back from her apartment at school. Colin, who still had various projects to finish up for his degree, had loaded the van but hadn't come home with her. He was going to study that weekend. She was planning to spend the three days she was going to be home organizing things for their new house and addressing various wedding details. I had other plans for her! **** "What's that?" she asked as she watched me deposit the box containing the costume on her bed. "Your Halloween costume my lady," I answered with a sweeping bow. Jen had just got home thirty minutes earlier. "I'm not going anywhere for Halloween, I've got work to do," she was smiling. "And who did you think was accompanying me this evening?" I asked. "Your latest? I can't remember, is it Carol or Stephanie these days? Or both?" "Do you believe for one second that I am going to leave my old maid sister alone on Halloween? That I would think only of myself?" "Old maid?" "Or that I would choose a night of wild, unrestrained sex with the extraordinarily highly sexed Stephanie Wilson ahead of having dinner with you?" "Stephanie Wilson is highly sexed?" "I'm taking you out for an evening of dining and dancing. And of course we'll be costumed." "We will? And where dear brother will we be doing this dancing?" she asked as she lifted the top of the box off. I watched her eyes open in surprise when the contents came into view. "Oh no you don't, I'm not wearing this," she promised as she held the thin silk, red, slip-like dress up in front of her body and watched herself in the mirror. "It'll go perfectly with the underwear," I answered. "Underwear?" Jen asked, then watched as I lifted item after item from the box. The garter belt came first. "You're crazy!" Jen said as I handed it to her. "I've never worn one of these." "It's to hold up these," I said as I held up the red mesh stockings and then draped them over her arm. "Oh myyyy gawd!" "And here's your spiked tail and horns," I added as I passed her the items. "And I'm going as?" "You my dear Jennifer are going as a very bad little girl," I said with a leer. "You're crazy. And what will my little brother go as?" I lifted the bra and panties from the box. "Where did you get those?" she demanded as I slid the lacy cloth across my palm. "A special order from Victoria's Secret," I said as I held the bra up towards her breasts. It was red, gossamer thin, a lace, balconet demi bra. "You're nuts," Jen said with a smile even as she checked the tag. "How'd you know my size anyway?" Of course she eventually agreed to go out with me. How could she possibly have refused after all my effort? Besides, Jen had always loved going out on Halloween. ***** We'd both showered and I'd changed into my costume, a Keystone Kop outfit, before I'd wandered back to her bedroom thirty minutes later. Jen was standing in front of her mirror, staring dubiously at her reflection. She'd put on the bra and panties and the garter belt and stockings. She hadn't pulled the slinky dress over her undergarments. I whistled. Jen looked very, very, very good! Her breasts were spilling from the wispy thin bra that was trying to restrain them. The dark triangle of her pubic hair couldn't be hidden by the lace of her panties. "Don't look," she ordered. "You look pretty good for an older woman," I said as I ignored her instructions. She'd never been shy in front of me. I'd seen her in her underwear hundreds of times over the years. But this was special and we both knew it. "Well don't just stand there, make yourself useful," she said as she struggled to slip the dress over her head. After straightening it on her shoulders, I zipped her up. Then we both stared at the sexy vision staring back at us from the mirror. Then I peered down into the deep valley the décolleté cut of the dress provided. "Perv," she accused as she caught me at it. "Satan's sexy little servant," I cooed into her ear. "I can't wear this. What if somebody recognizes me?" she asked. I grabbed the mask from her bed, a red feathered Mardi Gras mask that covered the top half of her face, and slipped it on her. "You're beautiful," I said as I fluffed up her hair with my hands. Then I attached her devilish horns. Then I took my time in attaching her tail. "Watch what you touch," she instructed as my palm slid over her left buttock. But there was more invitation than rebuke in her voice. Jen was excited! I gave her a quick slap on her butt. Then, before we departed, I spent five minutes combing her hair. **** Looking back a year later I can tell you that I'm pretty sure that Jen knew what was going to happen between us that night even before we'd left the restaurant/bar we'd spent the evening partying at. There had been an intimacy in our words and in our continual touching that eclipsed anything we'd ever done before. She looked sexy that night and she knew it. And she knew I was reacting to her sexiness. And she welcomed it. And when, at just after eleven that night, when the DJ played the first really slow, really sexy song of the evening, it took no urging at all on my part to get her up on the dance floor and melt into my arms. To press her body into mine. Nor did Jen make any move to reject me when she felt my erection rise demandingly up against her stomach. We finally left the club arm in arm. Our laughing, happy words echoed across the parking lot as we sought our car. She snuggled up against me as I turned the key to start it. I put one arm around her shoulder. "You're a good dancer," she whispered in my ear as I turned the key. "My big sister, she's a bit weird, taught me years ago," I answered as I moved my hand caressingly through her hair. "Your sister? You danced with your sister?" Jen asked back as she nestled even closer to me. "No one else would dance with the poor girl ... she was sorta skinny ... hardly any tits at all." Jen slapped my leg as a giggle escaped her lips. "Not like you," I added as I leered down at Jen's breasts. "And did her little brother push his penis into his big sister during those lessons? Like a certain someone did to me tonight." Her hand, still on my thigh and suddenly moving in a nervous, jerky manner, slowly started to move upward. But she got it back under control just before it encountered the thing that had been poking her on the dance floor. Jen's Little Brother "He didn't even know what a penis was good for in those days," I answered as I turned the car to the right, the opposite direction to our route home. "Where are you going? You missed our turn." "I thought we might go to the new place," I said nonchalantly. "The house? Colin's and my new house? Why?" I didn't answer. "Have you planned something special for me? Is that it? Did you buy us something for the house? What is it?" "I thought I was the one who was supposed to finally get his birthday present tonight, the present you forgot to send me," I said. "And what does my cute little brother want for his birthday?" Jen purred back. "I think you know," I answered softly. Seconds later we pulled up into the driveway of the house she and Colin were going to move into after they'd returned from their honeymoon. It was a bungalow that sat on a hillside lot in a quiet, middle class suburb. Colin's parents had financed it for the couple. "There's no furniture ... no place to sit," she said as she followed me up the walk toward the front door. "There's a bed. We can sit on that." A couple of buddies of mine had helped me move a bed into the house a week earlier. It had been a wedding gift from my dad. "The bed daddy gave us? You guys got it delivered?" I nodded. "Still..." "And we've got Halloween champagne." Jen unlocked the front door and we stepped into the foyer. "You brought champagne?" "Of course. And glasses too. How could we have a Halloween party without champagne?" "You're crazy." "You're beautiful," I answered as I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Stop that!" Sis walked over to the living room window, a window that provided a view of the city below. I set my bag on the floor and followed her. "I've never been here before at night. It's so beautiful," Jen whispered. Standing behind her I let my arms circle her body. "So are you," I answered. "Ohhh Jimmy," Jen groaned. I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulder. Neither of us said a word as the dress fell to the floor. "We can't," Jen whispered. My lips moved to her throat. I removed her 'devil's horns' as I kissed her. A second later I'd unclasped her bra. For a second it hung suspended on her straining nipples before it slid off. My palms immediately found and grasped her breasts. "I've always wanted... so badly--"Jen started then let out a groan as my fingers found her straining nipples. She pushed her bum back into my hardness until my cock was riding in her crack. A second later I'd pushed both her garter belt and panties halfway down her thighs. I slipped a finger inside her wetness. A groan escaped her lips. Mine moved from her exposed throat and found hers. A pure jolt of sexual excitement exploded upward into my brain the second our tongues met. We did it that first time standing up. With Jen's bare bum plastered against the living room window. Her legs, her panties still hanging from one ankle, were locked around my back. It's a miracle we didn't break the window. What was it like you might ask. To have sex with your sister. To commit incest. But it wasn't like that for either of us. It was love! It was making love with someone you truly loved for the first time in both our lives. And while our bodies smashed together hungrily, as my cock pistoned deep inside the one woman he'd been perfectly designed for, and as it eventually pumped out strand after strand of my sperm, each of us could see the love in each other's eyes. We were lost in it. And when we were finished, when for the first time I'd deposited my sperm inside my sister, I simply whisked her up into my arms and carried her to the master bedroom. We hadn't said one word to each other since I'd pushed my cock inside of her. There'd been no need. There still wasn't. We'd been talking all our lives. Now it was sex we both wanted. Sex we both needed. Sex our bodies had been waiting for all our lives. I threw her down on her back in the middle of the bed. Then I crawled up between her legs. Then I hooked her ankles over my shoulders even as my cockhead forced its way inside her. Jen's screams were echoing around her bedroom when my cock emptied itself a second time. **** Jennifer was kissing my penis when I finally woke up the next morning. And between kisses she seemed to be talking to it. Still halfway asleep and with her mumbling I couldn't catch her words. My cock, fully erect, clearly could! I watched for a while before finally saying, "Don't listen to her, she's a bit strange." Jen's face immediately lit up as she scurried up my body. Then she gave me an unsisterly kiss. Wet. Tonguey. Lingering. "He thinks I'm wonderful, much better than any of your other dumb girlfriends. Don't you?" she asked as her fingers slipped between our bodies and circled him. A second later she'd directed him inside herself. My cock did seem happy! My sister rode me to orgasm. Sitting astride me as I repeatedly thrust my hips upward. Then she plastered her breasts against my chest and pushed her tongue into my mouth just seconds before my ejaculation. Then, with both of us still panting I flipped her over onto her stomach and took her doggy style. **** "Would little Jimmy like to brush his sister's beautiful hair?" My sister asked coquettishly. We were both standing by the bed. Naked except for the towel Jen was using to dry her hair. We'd just got out of the shower. We'd fucked with the water cascading down upon us. My cock, though still heavy, was only half erect. "Where's your brush?" Jen pointed to her purse lying on the floor across the room. "It's the first one, Jen1, you still use it?" I asked wonderingly as my fingers closed around the ivory handle of the now twelve year old brush. "I'll never, ever give that brush away," Jen promised as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Kneel behind me," she instructed. I did. Then I ran the brush exactly three times through her hair. Then I stopped and slowly pulled her back down onto her back. "You didn't comb it enough ... more," she protested as I arranged her so that her head was on the pillow and her tresses were arrayed around her. "What are you doing?" she asked as I straightened her legs and then spread them. In answer I slowly ran the brush up the inner thigh of her left leg. "Don't!" A moan escaped from her lips as her hips arched upward. I started to brush her pubic hair. Almost immediately her legs started to tremble. The lips of her sex, already distended from my many penetrations over the previous twelve hours, opened even farther. After twenty brush strokes of her pubic pelt the smell of her need filled the room. "This isn't the first time you've used the brush like this, is it?" I asked. "I haven't ... no ... never ..." Of course she had. Then I turned the brush around and slowly brought the ivory handle to Jen's opening. "Don't ... please Jimmy," she pled as I slipped the white handle inside her now glistening opening. "You've done this before too haven't you? Used your little brother's present to masturbate," I accused as I started to move the handle. The almost immediate response from Jen's body, the spasms, the trembling jerks, the raising of her hips to meet the ivory, answered that question without a word from her. "Did you think of me when it was inside you," I asked. "Yesssssss baby," she finally groaned. When she was ready, when she was thrashing under the brush's ministrations, I pulled it out and then immediately replaced it with my penis. She howled the second my penis had fully penetrated her as her orgasm met it. **** We spent most of that day in bed. In the bed that had been given to Jen and Colin as a marriage gift. But it was her brother who was the first to consummate the bed... Jennifer left to go back to school and Colin on the following Wednesday. We'd spent most of the Sunday, Monday and Tuesday making love. Between sessions in bed sis handled the many other jobs she'd scheduled. She had dinner with Colin's parents on the Sunday night. Then came home and spent the night in my bedroom. Monday we had lunch with dad and his third wife. It sorta went okay. He'd been invited to the wedding and had accepted that it was I who was going to walk his daughter down the aisle. After lunch we went home and spent the afternoon in Jens's old bed in our house. She went out with her maid of honor and bridesmaids on Tuesday night. Then came home to her waiting brother. We didn't discuss Colin or the wedding at all over those three days. Somehow, without words we'd come to a silent agreement on the future. Jen was going to marry Colin. It was simply too complicated, too unfair and too unimaginable to do anything else. And yet we both knew that once started we'd never stop. That what we had was so much better than anything else possible. ***** After she'd gone back to Colin we talked every night by phone. E-mailed. Texted continuously. Skyped. But not like we'd communicated for the years we'd been apart. Now there was a blatant, urgent sexual content to every communication. Crude. 'i miss your big cock so bad' she'd text out of the blue. 'little sexy slut' I texted back and then skyped her. When she answered the call she was greeted by my erection! "Make it cum!" she ordered as she spread her legs and pushed the ivory handled brush deep inside her. Day after day we had phone/text/internet sex. A week before Thanksgiving I got a parcel in the mail. 'Here's your birthday gift, no one will ever love you more than I do ... unless ....' my sister's accompanying note read. Unless what I wondered as I unwrapped the package. It was a book. Its title was: Having Your Brothers Child: the Pros and Cons by Dr Amy Yang phd. Inside the cover Jen had completed her note: 'unless it's our child.' Jen and Colin came home for Thanksgiving. And once home Jen wasn't going to go back with Colin for the last few weeks of school he had left before he finished on the twenty-first of December. With all the things she still had to do to organize the wedding and their new house there was no way she couldn't be here. Thanksgiving weekend came and went. We had a combined family dinner at the Thorpe's. Mom cooked a turkey another night. I refereed another lunch at dads that Colin and Jen attended. Colin and Jen spent just about every second of their free time running around organizing themselves. Monday morning, with Colin back off to school, and with mom out the door early to go to work, was Jen's and my first opportunity to get together. In the biblical way I mean. Which we did for the first time at exactly 8:45 in the a.m. "I hope our first one's a girl," my sister said when I finally pulled my sperm covered cock out of her. "Not a boy?" I asked back. And we never discussed the issue again. We'd decided. Jen was going to have my babies. And only mine... We didn't stop making love for the three weeks that followed. And it was the greatest sex either of us had ever had. Or ever would. And we both knew it. Christmas 2010 Of course Natalie could have been conceived on any one of the twenty or thirty times her mother and I had made love that December. But I believe that the spermatozoa that did the trick, the one that eventually swam up my sisters tubes and penetrated her waiting egg, was deposited inside her about forty-five minutes before I walked her up the church aisle while "Here Comes The Bride" echoed through the church. After the last of her friends, bridesmaids and mom had finally left our house and had departed for the church, leaving just Jen and I alone waiting for the last limousine, we'd made love for one last time before her marriage. Standing up. With Jen in her bridal gown. And I in my tux. Slowly. With love in our eyes. Our tongues were enwrapped when the first string of my spurting sperm, the sperm that held my daughter's future in its genetic code, was propelled inside Jen. Jen and Colin married that December day. I sat next to my mother, my arm around her, as we watched Jen say 'I do.' Both the ceremony and reception went off without a hitch. The newlyweds went on their honeymoon. Then returned home and settled down. Colin went to work at the bank and Jen worked the winter term as a substitute teacher at the local elementary school. In March the happy newlyweds announced, at a family dinner attended by mom and I, and Colin's parents and siblings, that Jen was pregnant. Jen didn't say who the father was! The Present November 1st 2011 I awoke first. For minutes I just laid on my side contemplating my beautiful sister. My lover. The mother of my baby. My future wife. Finally I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Then I worked lower. The hollow of her neck. A shoulder blade. The top of her breast. A nipple. Then the other one. Jen stirred. "You never stop do you?" she said softly as she arched her body in a morning stretch. "I never will," I promised as I lifted my head and moved my lips towards hers. "Never?" Not until we have at least three more babies," I said with a smile. "Threeeeeee! I thought we'd agreed that we'd only have---" THE END Thanks for reading my story -- I hoped you enjoyed it. And I ask for and invite your feedback. Your votes, which only take a second to cast, are truly appreciated. As are any comments, suggestions etc., you'd like to send me (either as a public comment or e-mailed). FYI -- I have the second chapter of Jimmy T's Family coming soon -- hopefully it'll be up within a week to ten days. I'm also working to finish a story of milk laden young teens and the boy who's in charge of milking them. And Chapter 2 of "My Girlfriends Mom" will be out in November. And hey, I'd truly appreciate you taking the time to name me one of your "favourite authors". After voting just click the Favorite Author button. Thanks, I'd certainly appreciate it, jim scouries.