1 comments/ 60841 views/ 3 favorites Sandy's Story Ch. 00 By: bjoeplayer Introduction to Sandy's Story: "So why don't you let me tell the story?" She says. "Because, Sandy, you don't know what happens." "But that's exactly why I should tell it, because I don't know what happens." "Now I'm confused, it's MY fantasy, how can you tell it if you don't know what happens?." "Because it's MY life, isn't it? And in life we don't know what happens until it does. You're walking down a street. You turn a corner, do you run into a mugger? Or a woman who one day becomes your wife? Your wife says she wants to talk to you, does she say you're going to be a daddy? Or does she say she wants a divorce? Life is nothing but moment to moment uncertainty and doubt punctuated with moments of pure joy and abject terror." OK so I'm half asleep and my imagination has jumped the tracks and I'm having an argument with the subject of one of my fantasies. And on top of that I appear to be losing. "It's what makes us wish we could go back to better times." she continued. "They weren't any better, we just know how they turned out so that all the anxiety and uncertainty we felt at the time are removed. You look at the past and you're nostalgic for 'Good Old Days'. But were they really?" "Hey, my 'Good Old Days' were fantastic." I say "Oh really? Sure, you had some great times, you were young and strong and good looking in the way that all young people are, and you saw some amazing things. But you also saw the murder of the Kennedy's and Martin Luther King, the burning of Watts, Detroit and Newark. The Cuban missile crisis and the riots at the Democratic convention in Chicago. The Murders at Kent State." "What about Woodstock?" I say "What about Altamont?" She counters. "I was there." I say. "What about the horror of Vietnam, which you narrowly avoided? And on top of it all was the threat of Nuclear annihilation at any moment." Wow. I, or she, was making a helluva an argument. How could an imaginary woman say things I'd never thought before. "OK you've made your point. Yep, it's official; I'm an old guy." "Well, you know that's not what I meant." She settles down beside me and changes the subject "What am I like, what kind of person am I?" "Hmmmm." "I mean if I'm going to tell the story..." Apparently, it's been decided. "Well, do you remember..." "I do if you do." she interrupts. I ignore her. "...on the jokes page of Playboy there was this cartoon woman I think they called her the "Femlin"." "Oh yeah, she was really cute." "Well you're not like her." She slaps my arm. "Creep." she says. "You've just turned 18 and you're kind of like 2 separate personalities. You can be very determined when you know what you want, like now." I say looking at her pointedly. "And, without a second thought, you just go after it. But you can be very insecure at the same time and then you need love and reassurance, someone to hold you, someone to guide you even. "You were a tomboy as a child and loved to climb trees and play with the boys," I continued, "but when puberty mugged you, and it's kind of like a mugging isn't it, you didn't rage against it as some girls do, You just kind of went with it and put away your boyish things; you loved your new femininity. You're a good, but not great student, on your way to college, and have a stronger than normal sex drive." "oooh, yeah." she says, "What do I look like?" "Well you're beautiful" I say. "Of course." "Of course. You're what they call 'Black Irish'; dark hair but blue eyes and very fair skin. You have a small but very straight nose and full, plump lips." "Like Angelina Jolie?" "Mmmmmm, more like Scarlet Johansen." "Oooh, we like Scarlet Johansen." "Oh yeah, we definitely like Scarlet johansen. You're five six or seven and weigh, oh 135 pounds or so. You're not fat but you're not the fashionably skinny stick figures we see in the magazines, you've got flesh on your bones." "You've always thought Marilyn Monroe was the perfect size, didn't you." she says. "Yeah, but by today's standards, she'd be thought of as plump." "So describe my body" We were both lying naked on top of the sheets. No. That's not right. I was naked but she had on a skimpy, see-through nightie with panties but no bra. "You do love a girl in a nightie don't you. What do my tits look like" She was running her fingers over my chest and stomach. "I don't like the word tits very much, 'breasts' sounds much softer and more exciting. And yours are large..." "Naturally." "Naturally, but not huge, with pink silver dollar size areolas. And when I squeeze the nipples..." "Gently?" "Yes, gently, you're nipples are very sensitive at first, they perk up to the size of pencil erasers. And when I suck on them..." "Like this..." she says lifting the breast and placing the nipple to my lips. "...it becomes diamond hard" she finishes a little breathlessly. "Mmmmm hmmmm" I murmur, licking and sucking her engorged nipple. A soft moan escapes her lips. "And what about the rest of me?" she asks, her finger lightly tracing the length of my swollen cock from the head to my balls, making me shiver. "Your legs are long with muscular cheerleader thighs, not the straight sticks you see on so many young women today. And they taper to your pretty knees. Your calves are full and firm, slim ankles and tiny size 5 feet." "That's impossible," She says, switching positions to bring her feet near my face. I take one in my hand and admire it. "No one five seven could have size five feet." "I don't care." I say, kissing her tiny toes. "What do they look like?" "An impossibly high arch, a beautiful compound curve, with soft smooth soles, no wrinkles and little pearl-like toes" "You're such a freak" She says, sighing deeply and running her hands up and down my legs as I suck on her toes one by one. "So you think I'm like a dual personality? That I can be both dominant and submissive?" "Mmmmm hmmm." "I'm feeling a little submissive right now," she says shyly. "Then, I think you deserve to be spanked." I say sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. "Oh, good!" she cries and drapes herself over my lap, her bottom raised and offered to me for punishment. I lift her nightie to expose her panty clad backside; her panties being nearly transparent, I can clearly see the gorgeous cleft between the twin orbs of her bottom, and begin spanking firmly but gently, feeling the taut resilient flesh respond. She's making "mmmm" and "unh" sounds with each spank as I pick up the tempo and increase the forcefulness. "What does my - oooooh - Butt look like?" I insert my hands into the waist band and she raises her hips allowing me to remove the panties. "We of the spanker persuasion prefer to use the term 'bottom'. It's so beautiful, so firm and plump that it begs to be spanked." I say and continue abusing her bottom with sharp, forceful slaps that sound wonderful as they echo in the bedroom. I cover her entire bottom, spanking both checks alternately, taking special care to spank the lower portion, where the buttock curves back in to meet her thigh, particularly hard. "OH!" she squeals. "You're a - sssssss - real ass man - ahhhhhhh - aren't you?" "Well I - SMACK - enjoy every - SMACK - part of a - SMACK - Woman's body - SMACK - but a well formed - SMACK - round bottom - smack - is so beautiful - SMACK - so exciting - SMACK - it can break my heart - SMACK - just to look at it. - SMACK - especially - SMACK - one that's being - SMACK - spanked till - SMACK - it turns red - SMACK. Hers was blushing a bright pink "Ooooooooooh that's sooooo gooooood I could come." she moans "I want you to." I move my right hand to her pussy and she slips one leg off my lap to open herself. I slide my thumb inside her very wet cunt as I continue to spank her and soon she is coming, moaning. "Oh God, I'm...I'm...Ooooooh Goooooood!" Rocking back and forth as her pussy swallows my fingers, her juices ooze out of her and fill my palm. I continue to slap her plump backside, as she climaxes, heightening her sensation until she's drained and laying exhausted over my lap. She stays draped over my thighs for several minutes as I sooth and rub her poor defenseless bottom. "Now let's talk about my dominant side." She says after she calms and her breathing returns to normal. She pushes me down on my back. "Well," I say, a little startled. "One time you tied me to the bed and tormented me by playing with my nipples for hours never even touching my cock." "Hours?" she says. Rubbing my nipples and making me squirm. "Oh yes, hours." I say, "And then you sat on my chest, your feet on either side of my head and spread your pussy lips just out of reach of my mouth and made me watch the moist pink inner flesh as you rubbed your clit and made yourself come. Your legs, by the way, are more wide set than most and you have a very plump mound and outer lips. I could smell your scent as your juices leaked out onto my chest. Then you moved up closer to my face and with one hand pulled my head into your crotch while your other hand kept your lips spread wide and made me lick your pussy till you came again and again and again. And still you hadn't even touched my cock. I was in agony." "I'm so bad." She's sitting on my chest spreading her pussy lips and rubbing them and dipping her fingers inside to pick up some of the lubrication that's leaking out and rubbing it over and around the little nub of her clit. I'm hypnotized, unable to look at anything other than her cunt as she brings herself to another shuddering orgasm. It bends her over so her hair falls in my face. "When you finally did touch me, you sucked and pumped my cock with your hands bringing me to the edge over and over and over again but you wouldn't finish me. Every time I'd start to come you'd let go and then tongue my nipples or play with my asshole. You kept me on the edge for hours." "Really?" she says, alternately stroking and sucking my cock. Just as I feel myself getting close she slows down, barely moving her hand up and down the shaft. I'm so close. My hips are pumping convulsively and my head is flopping side to side. "Absolutely." I manage to say, "Then you - mmm - put me inside you, it felt like heaven - oh god! - but you ordered me not to come without permission and you rocked your hips - oh baby - driving me insane. You came over and over again but -ssssssssss - each time I'd ask permission you'd say no and get up." "How do you ever put up with me?" she says letting go of my cock. "Please!" I said. "Please don't stop." "Hours later when neither of us thought I could take any more, I asked permission a final time and you said 'yes, come now, Come for me, come inside me.' I came so hard I thought I would blow the top of your head off. Your cunt hardened and contracted around my cock and I felt like I was being milked" "Like this" she says and straddles me, taking me deep inside her. In seconds she's coming again and her pussy clamps down on me, pulling and tugging, demanding and finally getting what it wants and I explode, shooting my cum deep into her in spasmodic spurts. I open my eyes and your gone and I'm spent. "Ok Sandy" I say a little breathless, "tell your story." Sandy's Story Ch. 01 I'm an old woman now, bent and arthritic; indistinguishable from the hundreds of old ladies you might see any day of the week, and certainly miles away in space and time from the beautiful young thing I once was. And I can refer to myself as having been beautiful without embarrassment or boastfulness knowing, as I do now, that beauty is the most ephemeral, fleeting and ultimately insignificant quality a man or woman can possess. It's valued more and means less than any other attribute a person can have. But having said that I can tell you that back in my heyday, When it seemed so important, I was something. My husband died 2 years ago this April. And now the doctors say I, myself, only have a few months maybe a year to live. And I'm telling you this not to gain your sympathy but to explain my motives for writing this - what is it? Confession? So be it. I know I should be ashamed but I honestly don't the time. My children are gone, moved away, and care not a whit about me. But they will find this, none the less, embarrassing should they read it. Which thrills me somewhat, to shake up their smug little conservative lives, but hopefully I won't be around to endure their recriminations and sanctimonious "mother, how could you"s. My Story: My brother Richard and I were always close; chronologically as well as emotionally. Even as children we never got into all the bratty things siblings do to drive each other crazy. As children my mother bathed us together, we walked to school together, we played together, and we told each other our deepest darkest secrets. And when we reached puberty, well, we did that together too. Richard is less than a year younger than I am (but he's still my little brother) so at the same time my breasts were budding and my hips and bottom becoming full, and curvy, Richard's voice was changing, his beard was coming in and he added 3 inches in height, and a few inches in other places too, I imagined. At 19, my girlfriends and I, as these changes were coming on to us, would sit for hours talking about boys; who was dreamy, or a heartthrob, (this was a long time ago, you understand) who's hair we'd most like to run our fingers through, or who's eyes we'd most like to gaze deeply into, or whose lips we'd most like to have on ours. Who had the broadest shoulders, or sexiest arms. I loved to talk about those things too but my mind, for some reason, always seemed to stray below the waist. (At the beach, in those days, the fashion for many of the younger men was tight bathing suits. Not the skimpy Speedos you might see today, these covered from just below the navel to just below the crotch. But they were form fitting and could reveal quite a lot about the man who wore them. I enjoyed seeing a man with narrow hips and a nice rounded bottom. And I loved seeing a good size bulge in the front. I would imagine what that bulge looked like when it gets "real big and stiff" and I'd always get a tingle between my legs.) My friends all agreed that my brother, now a foot taller than his older sister, was "dreamy" and a "heartthrob" and pestered me for information; what was his favorite color, what did he like to eat, did he sleep on his side stomach or back, had I seen him naked? I liked the attention this gave me, making me feel that I was the keeper of important info but I always had to excuse myself from these discussion because inside I just as smitten. I liked watching the boys at the beach, loving the way some of them looked and moved but I always felt that my little brother was the handsomest; a chiseled face with with black hair and blue eyes common to our 'black Irish' ancestry, broad shoulders, narrow hips, muscular chest and legs, even his feet looked pretty to me. His backside was cute and his bulge was substantial it seemed when I compared it to other boys. Yes, I had a crush on him. He would sometimes appear in my dreams, taking me in his arms and kissing me, and I'd wake up all juicy between my legs. But many time my dreams, both conscious and unconscious, involved a more what you would call kinky activity; I wanted to spank him, pull down his bathing suit and paddle that bottom with my bare hand. I'd fantasize taking him over my knee and slapping his backside till it turned red. I Often found myself dreaming of spanking and being spanked. I was even excited by the words 'spank' spanking' 'bare bottom' 'over my knee' etc which would thrill me just by hearing them spoken or seeing them in print and I would sometimes look them up in the dictionary to give myself a little charge. I'd even occasionally spank myself to feel the pain and sometimes I'd arrange a mirror so I could see my bottom while I spanked it and imagine it was Richard's I was spanking or that he was spanking me. In 1959 in the summer of my 19th year, when Richard was about to become, because of where his birthday fell, an 18 year old high school senior, my family rented a 3 bedroom house for 2 weeks in Ocean City. Richard and I both loved the beach. We would spend hours playing in the surf, burying each other in the sand, tossing a beach ball and having a great time. One day, tired and needing to get ready to go meet some friends, I left Richard at the beach and went to the house to take a shower. I hosed the sand off my feet and legs with the cold outside rinse shower and then walked up the stairs and into the house. I stripped off my suit in the bathroom and assessed my looks in the mirror; A pretty face that at the time I felt was too plain, a good shape with full breasts firm and high on my chest, beautiful pink nipples, hard now after my swim, narrow waist and rounded hips, flat stomach and long tapering legs, cute little feet and toes; nothing to be ashamed of. I turned around and looked at my ass which was so white against my tan. I gave each perfectly round cheek a few firm spanks and smiled as they flushed pink, enjoying the sting and the tingle after. I climbed into the shower and began to soap up. He must have left right after I did because it wasn't long before I heard the front door slam and Richard yell, "I'm back" and pad down past the bath, which separated our 2 rooms, and close his door. After a few minutes I looked into the mirror above the sink which was situated in such a way that I could see the reflection of the bathroom door. To my shock I saw it was partially open and Richard was standing there, staring at me. At first I was embarrassed and angry. But then I thought, well maybe I'll just give him a show. And that's when this plan blossomed, fully formed it seemed, in my brain. The plan was simple. Our folks weren't home, they'd gone up the coast to see a play. With some acting of my own I could make a fantasy come true. I put down the wash cloth and began to soap myself with my hands. I had my back to Richard and I began slowly rubbing my bottom with the soapy lather my hands traveling suggestively over both cheeks and then down the cleft between paying special attention to my asshole. Then I slowly bent over washing my thighs, knees, calves and feet, giving him a full view of my ass and 'gina, as my friends called it. I thought I had to be driving him crazy by this time but I had only just begun. I slowly turned around and with my eyes closed and what I hoped was an ecstatic expression on my face, soaped my breasts, pushing them up and together and then around in circles, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. I was starting to get excited myself now and felt a little juiciness between my legs. I lifted one foot and placed it on the edge of the tub and proceeded to wash between my legs. Rocking my hips forward I spread the lips exposing the tender pink inner flesh for him. That's when I looked up and our eyes met. I yelled at him "Richard! What are you doing?!" He immediately left and I heard his door slam. I quickly rinsed off and got out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around me I ran to his room and knocked loudly. Not waiting for an answer I barged in. He was sitting on his bed with a book on his lap. (I hoped my acting talents were good enough to pull this off). "You were spying on me!" "I...I..." "Why were you spying on me? How long had you been there? Oh God, you saw me naked!" "No, it's...I..." "I can't believe this, my own brother is a peeping tom! Were you rubbing yourself while you watched me shower? You were weren't you?" I grabbed the book from his lap and saw a significant bulge. "You little pervert, I'm going to tell dad!" My father had a ferocious temper and although he hadn't in years would sometimes threatened us with the phrase "You're not to old to go over my knee for a spanking." "No, Sandy, you can't!" "Oh I not only can, I will." "Please, Sandy, he'll kill me!" "Oh, I have no doubt of that." "Sandy please, don't tell. I'll, I'll do anything you want just don't tell dad." "I'll bet he spanks you. Yeah, I'll bet he pulls your pants down and spanks you. He might even let me and mom watch. You'll be crying like a little girl, over his lap with your pants around your ankles." "Sandy...Please...Anything." "You deserve to be punished don't you?" "Sandy..." "Don't you?!" "Yes" "Well, then," I paused, "I'll give you a choice." "What choice?" I hesitated, hoping he didn't notice how nervous I was. "Either dad punishes you, or I do." "What?! "I said you have a choice, either dad spanks you or I spank you. On your bare bottom." Those words! "What, no, that's sick." "Take your pick" "No, no, no way." "OK, when dad gets home I'll tell him what you did. Remember it was your choice." And I walked out and down the hall to my room. I sat on the bed, butterflies racing around in my stomach. I reached for my comb and tried combing my hair but my hand was shaking so badly I couldn't get it through. What would I do if he didn't fall for it? What would I do if he did?! My answer wasn't long in coming; I heard the bathroom door close and then the shower start to run. Well, the little bastard had called my bluff. I took off the towel and dried my hair. Then I ran the comb through it. "He knew I wouldn't tell dad" I thought. I heard the water turn off. That was quick, I thought. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. "Just a minute" I yelled and quickly threw on my nightie and slid my feet into my slippers. I sat back down on the bed and crossed my legs letting one slipper dangle from my toe, feigning nonchalance. "Come on in, Richard." He came in with his head down and closed the door behind him. He had the towel around his waist and his dark curly hair was still wet. "OK" he said. "OK what, Richard" I said combing my hair in the mirror. Where had this urge to torture him come from. He looked up then and I saw his eyes trace every inch of me stopping to linger on my breasts, which were visible through the sheer fabric, the nipples hard, the areolas puckered, before traveling down my smooth thighs and calves and coming to rest on my feet. I saw beneath the towel, his penis had begun to swell and his mouth was open. I smiled. "OK, you can...can p - punish me" "Well, then. That's good. Good. You made the right choice." I said, "Now I want you to drop your towel and lay across my lap for your spanking" I said with a confidence I didn't feel. He came toward me and bent down dropping the towel at the last moment, to hide his erection, before settling over my bare thighs. I gasped at the sight of his naked form so close, that cute little backside inches from my face, the smooth bronze tan of his back and thighs making the white skin of his round bottom cheeks appear alabaster. I felt his erect penis against my thigh and I imagined the heat it was giving off might actually burn me. I spent several minutes drinking it in, stroking his skin, my left hand exploring the planes of his back, my right the muscles of his legs and muscular backside, kneading the flesh. I began to pat his right buttock gently, then, gradually, with more force. I then switched to the left cheek and warmed it up a bit. Soon I was bringing my hand down with full force, raising it above my head before slapping the white skin hard, loving the sound of flesh meeting flesh, covering his entire bottom and delighting in the pink flush that soon appeared. I stopped for a minute to catch my breath and to adjust his position so that his penis, now fully engorged and throbbing, was between my thighs. The little pervert is loving it, I thought. I pulled him tightly against me and squeezed my legs together imprisoning his erection and began spanking his poor bottom again with full force, feeling the sting in my palm, knowing what his backside must be feeling. Every smack I delivered pushed his member down between my legs only to bounce up again awaiting the next blow. I felt a sticky wetness and wondered if he'd already orgasmed (I later learned that this was pre-ejaculate or pre-cum). Pretty soon he was moving his hips independent of my spanking, pumping himself in and out between my closed thighs. I curled my hips forward and pulled him hard against me bringing his thrusts closer to my vagina, spanking him only intermittently. Soon the head of his hard penis was brushing against my outer lips. My head began to swim and I felt my own wetness dripping out of me. He turned slightly and his rigid penis was sliding against my clit, his pre-cum lubricating it, and I could feel my orgasm building in me, my feet tingling and my legs beginning to go weak and starting to vibrate. He was grunting now and moaning I knew he was close too and I wanted desperately to have him spurt his climax inside me. I threw my leg wide opening myself for him, grasping his overheated bottom and pulled him to me and I felt the head begin to enter me. And just then he yelled "NO! NO! We can't, Sis, we can't" and start to pull himself off me. I grabbed him, wrapping my arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life. "It's wrong Sandy, you're my sister, we can't do this!" "shhh, shh, it's OK, it's OK, I love you Richard, I love you. And I know you love me. It can't be wrong if it's love can it. We can talk about this." I knew I couldn't let him leave. Everything had changed and we were never going to be the way we were. We had to move to the next stage. If I let him go we'd always be uncomfortable with each other, cold and formal with each other, barely exchanging glances. Like Mom and Uncle Jack, I thought. We had to keep going and see this through. It took several minutes of soothing and holding him, rubbing his temples and neck, lying on our sides to calm him down. "We need to talk about this" I said as he relaxed a bit, "Rich, do you have a girlfriend?" "No" "Have you ever had one?" "Mmmmm, not really" "Why do you think that is, Richard? Your gorgeous. Every girl I know thinks so. Any one of them would drop their panties for you, all you'd have to do is ask." "I don't know." "I don't have a boyfriend, Rich, never had one. Look at me." He did. A long appraising look covering every inch. My nightie was bunched up beneath my breasts and my belly was bare. He could see everything. "You're beautiful, everyone says so". he said "So why aren't we with someone?" "I don't know" "I think you do. It's because for you to have a girl or me to have a guy would be cheating" "What?" "It would be like being unfaithful. Richie, we were made for each other. I've known it all along and I think you have too. I postponed going off to college because I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you. There's no one else for us, we're like 2 halves of the same person." He thought about this for awhile. Then, "Maybe. I know I don't want anyone else, I always wished we weren't brother and sister then we could be together." "That's just an accident of birth, Rich, if we'd been born to other parents, we'd still be the same people. Why should it stand in the way when we know there's no one else who even comes close?" We lay there for a long time, Rich on his back and me on my side. I looked down at his penis, his erection still in full bloom, throbbing gently with his heartbeat,the head dark red, almost purple. A substantial pool of Pre-cum had formed on his abdomen and was dripping steadily from the opening of his penis which looked like it desperately needed to be touched. "Is it uncomfortable when it's hard like that?" I said. He knew what I meant. "Sometimes. Sometimes my balls hurt when it's been hard for a long time and I haven't...you know. The pressure builds up." "Would you let me relieve the pressure?" I asked. "Yes...Please." I sat up and slipped the nightie over my head. Completely nude I let him admire me for awhile then I took his hand and put it on my breast. He squeezed. "Gently." I said and I let his hands wander over me. It was heaven to feel him feel me, my breasts and belly, my hips. I turned slightly so he could feel and squeeze my bottom and I thought I might actually orgasm right then. But I realized his need was perhaps even greater than my own. I leaned over and kissed him opening my lips and touching his with my tongue. His lips were so much softer than I had imagined and they parted and we let our tongues dance for a long time. His right arm was around me crushing me to him and his left hand returned to on my breast. I let my hand wander down his abdomen veering at the last moment to trace a line down his hip to his thigh. Parting his legs as my hand moved inside. I lightly stroked his inner thigh getting closer and closer to his balls. When I finally touched them, he gasped slightly. I played with them for awhile, rolling them in my hand amazed at the way they felt and how heavy the were. Filled with cum, I thought. I knew how badly he needed release but I wanted to make this moment last. I traced my finger tip lightly over his balls, upward to the base of his penis and slowly made my way to the head. And then down again over and over just lightly stroking it. "Please, Sandy..." "What Rich, what do want? Tell me. I'll do anything you want, just tell me." And I would have. If he had said I should sit on it and slide it into my bottom, I would have. "Put it in your mouth". I didn't hesitate, I bent down and put my lips at the tip, and then imagining my mouth as a vagina, I lowered my head letting the slick velvety soft head push my lips apart and gain entrance. I continued to swallow his shaft until it started to gag me. It tasted salty and vaguely like the ocean. I slid it back out of my mouth and then back in again in a slow sultry rhythm. In seconds he was moaning and holding my head as he pumped himself into and out of my mouth faster and faster, thrusting as deep as I would let him. I knew he was close and I wanted to taste his semen and feel it splash into my mouth and down my throat. But at the last minute he pulled out. "I don't want to come in your mouth" he said. "But I want you to." "No." he said. He started pumping himself with his hand but I pushed it away and grasped the shaft myself, pumping, I hoped, in the same way he had been. "Is this good? Am I doing it right?" I asked, "Are you going to come?" "Yes, sweetheart, yes! yes! I'm....Com....ing!" His face looked like he was in extreme agony as I felt the thick semen pumping out of his balls and up into the shaft and then spurt in spasms that shot all the way over his shoulder to my pillow. He was making strangled moans that came from deep inside his chest as again and again his cum spurted out of him. When at last he was spent, I just stared at him in amazement. His eyes were closed and his breathing was smoothing out with occasional soft gasps. Thick ropes of milky white fluid extended from his abdomen almost to my head board. I was still holding his penis, feeling his pulse returning to normal. Sandy's Story Ch. 01 At last I lay back feeling my own need. My crotch was tingling demanding attention and my nipples ached. I slid my hand down my belly to my sopping wet pubic hair and began to rub gently. He lifted himself onto his side and said "show me". "show you?" "How to, you know, to make you, make you come". I moved up closer on the bed and leaned over him. holding my left breast in my hand I brought it to his lips. "Use your tongue." I said. His pink tongue flicked out and lapped wetly at my erect nipple which hardened even more. "My nipples are very sensitive at first so you have to be gentle." his hand found my other one and gently squeezed it and rubbed over it back and forth. It was delicious. Electrical currents ran from my nipples to my crotch. I sighed. I let him lick my left nipple while I took his hand and slid it down to my crotch. Taking his middle finger I placed it just above my clit and moved it in a slow easy circular motion showing him just how much pressure to apply. His touch was wonderful and had me panting in short order. After several minutes I took his hand and put his middle finger in my mouth, sucking and licking it the way I had his penis. I then returned his sopping finger to my clit and told him to rub it lightly while I pressed on my pubic bone to push the sensitive little nub out from beneath its protective hood. "Now start gently, a very light touch at first." he complied "Oh, yes...mmmm just like that" I said. "that's perfect" He was really getting to me but I figured, this is also a tutorial, I have to keep my head straight. "Now...use your...tongue," I gasped He quickly slid down between my legs which I spread wide for him. I pulled my lips apart, exposing it for his tongue. I lifted my knees and put my feet on his shoulder, rolling my hips upward for him. "Oh, God, that's...mmmmmm. That feels so...good" I was panting hard now and moaning with each exhale. Looking down I could see his bottom, still a little red, bobbing up and down and knew he was rubbing his penis against the sheet. "Please, please, suck on it, Richard." But before complying he ran his tongue up and down the crevice going all the way from my anus back up to my clit. Again and again he lapped at my vagina taking in all the juices that kept leaking from inside me. When he finally did place his mouth over my clit and began sucking on it I knew I was finished. I have no idea how he managed to hold on as I bucked wildly, legs spread as wide as I could get them, with the climax that was beginning to wash over me. His mouth was relentless, working me over "Oh! Oh! Oh, Baby! I...I...Ieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" and I was picked up by a wave and tossed helplessly into the air. And I rode that wave for miles, faster and faster until it reached the shore and gently set me back down on the sand. It was the first time he had made a girl come (and how!) "That was so beautiful, You are so beautiful." he said lying next to me, and laying his head on my breast. We slept. Sandy's Story Ch. 02 Back home after our 2 weeks at the beach house, mother called us both into the kitchen. I had a feeling of dread and looked at Richard nervously. Something in her voice told me this wouldn't be good. Dad had gone to work and mother sat, staring down at the table for a long time. My feeling of dread increased. Without looking up she said "I know what you've been doing." "Oh God!" said Richard and he slumped down in his chair covering his eyes with his hands. "What are you talking about?" I said, ignoring how my feeble bluff had been trumped by Richard's exclamation. She lifted her head a looked me in the eyes. "I'm not blind, I know what you've been doing". "Oh God!" Richard said again. "Mom..." But I didn't really have anything to say so I let my voice trail off. "Well you couldn't have been any more obvious, playing footsie under the table, holding hands under a blanket in the back seat, doing dishes together?" "Oh God!" "Richard will you stop that!" we both said. She was right, I loved kicking off my sandals and rubbing his bare foot with my own under the dinner table. And I guess it was obvious when we started doing the dishes together instead of on alternate nights as we always had. We would make out in the kitchen. Once I even masturbated him through his pants, finishing only a few seconds before daddy came in for a beer. "Now listen to me. I'm not mad at you. In some ways I guess it was inevitable, you kids have been inseparable almost since birth. You always got along so well. And when you reached puberty, the signs were obvious; the way you looked at each other, always wanting to be together instead of going out with others of the opposite sex. You've always loved each other and love can't be wrong; the heart wants what the heart wants. It won't be denied. Don't ever be ashamed or afraid to love. But you've got to be more careful. Your father has been distracted for most of the year, worrying about his job, and I worry about him. But I don't know how even he could miss some of your antics. And it would kill him to find out." "But...you're...not...mad?" I said, disbelieving. "No I'm not mad." she sighed. "'the faces of love are many and varied' I think I read that somewhere. I But I am concerned. And scared for you. I don't think you know how dangerous this is. You must be much more careful, it has to be private, people won't understand and they can be cruel, very cruel. But like I said, I don't want you to be ashamed of your love. Love is never wrong. And I know that you love each other. I don't want to see you end up like your uncle Jack and me. It took me a second to understand that last statement. "wait, what? You and uncle Jack?" "That's right." she said with a tired sigh. "I loved him but he didn't love me. And now he hates me and he's ashamed to come near me. That's why we never see him or hear from him." Richard and I stared at each other. Later that day I came and knocked on mom's open bedroom door. She was reading one of her Romance novels, the kind with a cover painting typically of a bare-chested pirate holding a buxom woman with a torn bodice, the ocean heaving below them and a storm baring down. She knew they were trash but they distracted her. They turned her on too I imagined. "Mom?" She looked over her book, "Come on in sweetheart," she said marking her place and putting the book aside. "sit down" and she patted the edge of the bed. "What's on your mind, dear?" "Tell me about you and uncle Jack." "Oh, baby girl, come here." she said and I lay down next to her with her arms around me, my arm across her chest. "Uncle Jack and I weren't at all like you and Richard, we hated each other right from the start. When he went off to college, I was 18 and still in high school and I was so happy to have mom and dad to my self and him out of the house and the year just flew by." "But when he came home he was different. He was a man. And I was still a little girl, or at least that's how I felt. I didn't look like a little girl though, your mom was pretty attractive back then." "Any way, there was something different in Jack's manner too. The way he looked at me sent chills up and down my spine. Sometimes I would catch him staring at my breasts and I'd get a tingle between my legs. I realized that I loved him. I don't know how this transformation occurred, or maybe it was something I had always denied, but I knew I loved him." "One day when your grandma and grandpa were out. I started being a pest like when we were younger, you know?. He was trying to read and I kept pestering him. Making noises and stuff, you know, trying to get attention. After putting up with it for a long time he finally had had enough and grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap and gave me several hard swats on my bottom. When he was through I jumped up and stood there rubbing my backside, trying to sort out what I was feeling. I looked him in the eye and there was a strange look there. I guess there was a strange look in my eyes too." "I thought my heart would burst, I loved him so much just then. I wanted him to punish me, to spank the bratty little girl right out of me and make me into a woman he could love. It probably sounds silly to you" It didn't, "But I lifted the hem of my skirt and laid my self back over his lap. I raised my bottom offering it to him. He didn't do anything for a long time and I was scared I'd made a big mistake. Finally he started spanking me, softly at first then harder. It hurt like anything but I wanted it, I needed his punishment. I reached back and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down. He rubbed my bare bottom then for a long time then pulled my hips tight against him. I felt his erection then and it thrilled me that my body had excited him." "He spanked me long and hard and when it was over I was sobbing. I think maybe it scared him I was crying so hard and he held me on his lap and said he was sorry. I said no, I wanted him to, I loved him. I kissed him. He pulled away at first but I kissed him again and then he kissed me back. Soon he was taking off my shirt and telling me how pretty my breasts were. They were pretty back then" she said to me. "'Still are momma" I said as I slid my hand from her shoulder to cup her breast through her robe. "Thank you, sweetheart" she said and covered my hand with her own and squeezed. I felt the hardness of her nipple. "We made love there on the sofa and it was wonderful. Jack was very gentle at first, he sat and let me lower myself onto him. I was a Virgin and it hurt at first so he just sat there and let me be in control. But eventually it started to feel good. He sucked on my nipples and rubbed my little love button" I giggled at that. "And then he started to move in me and I opened up and pretty soon I was moaning. At some point he lifted me up and turned me over the sofa and entered me from behind. He pulled my hair and pounded himself into me. I was overwhelmed. When he came inside me I came too and we both screamed. It was so beautiful, I was crying. I loved him so much." "But when he slid out of me he jumped up and called me a whore and a slut, a Jezebel. That I had seduced him and made him sin. That I was going to burn in hell. And then he walked away." A tear slid down her cheek. "Oh, momma, that's awful. What a horrible thing to do." "Later he packed his things, told your grandma and grandpa that he had to get back to the dorm, some emergency, and left. He's always felt ashamed, always blamed me and never forgiven me." "Oh, momma, I'm so sorry." I said and we lay there holding each other for a long time. I was so relaxed I think I started to doze off there in Momma's arms when she said, "Oh baby girl, I can't believe how big and grown up you are. How can it be when just last week or so you were nursing at my breast?" And she laughed. "Those were such happy times for me. It was my favorite part of being a mom, feeding my babies, having them suckle at my nipple. I worked at the hospital back then and we lived only a couple of blocks away. I'd come home and take off your dirty diaper and clean you up. Then I'd take off my top and hold you naked against my chest while you nursed." I pictured the scene in my mind and smiled. "Darling would you be shocked if I said I would love to nurse you again?" She said. I don't know why, but it didn't shock me in the least. For some reason it seemed the most natural thing in the world to curl up with my head in her lap and have my mom pull her breast from beneath her robe and rub it against my cheek till I turned my head and took the nipple in my mouth. Her breasts no longer sat high on her chest and they'd lost the firmness of youth but they were large and round and soft and the large nipple felt good in my mouth. I sucked on it gently the way I'd seen babies do, rhythmically pulling on it. I rolled my tongue around the swollen nipple and it grew even harder. "OH, sweetheart, that feels so good." She seemed to be humming some indistinct melody and her hand stroked and patted my back. I reached into her robe and held the other breast, gently massaging and stroking it, feeling the nipple swell and harden against my palm. Her hand travelled further down my back till she was patting my bottom over my skirt the way you would a little baby. Then she gathered the material of my skirt pulling it up, exposing my panties and continued, patting my backside more firmly and I wiggled my hips to show her how much I was enjoying it. She slapped me hard then and I squealed. "Naughty girl." she laughed. She tugged my panties down and I felt the soft hands caress the naked cheeks of my bottom. I could also feel her thighs grinding gently against each other. It was so soothing to lay in my momma's arms nursing at her breast, having my bottom gently but firmly spanked. "Would you lie on top of me Sandy? The way you did when you were a little baby, I need my baby girl." I knew what she meant. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked and shrugged off my bra. I heard her soft intake of breath. "Oh my!" she said, "little baby girl you're all grown up and you are so beautiful." and her hands roamed my chest feeling and massaging my breasts. I unzipped and stripped my skirt along with my panties from my legs. She opened her robe and I immediately focused on her crotch. It was shaved! and her slit was clearly visible! I couldn't say anything, I just stared. She saw my surprise. "It was your father's idea many years ago. He kept after me and after me to shave down there and I just thought he was being silly and then one day I just thought, well, dammit I'll just do it. When he saw it, he went crazy. He was like an animal, it turned him on so much. He was insatiable. He would kneel between my legs and kiss and lick me for what seemed like hours, he wore me out. And then when he entered me we both exploded like we never had before." I saw tears brimming in her eyes. "What's wrong, momma?" "Oh darling, you don't need to know my troubles." but the tears were flowing now. "What is it?" After several moments she said, "Your father hasn't touched me in months. He works so hard and I know he's tired at the end of the day but even when I approach him and tell him I'll do all the work, he can just lay back and enjoy it, he doesn't have to do a thing, he's not interested. I'm afraid he's stopped loving me. I know I'm not as pretty as I used to be and my body isn't young and firm the way it was." "Momma, you're still beautiful," I said, meaning it, "you're breasts are still pretty and they're nice and big, and your tummy is still pretty flat. Your nice and curvy in your hips and legs and you still have cute little feet and toes. Any man would want you." "You're so sweet" she said. She was holding out her arms and and I fell into them and lay full length on top of her, . She was sobbing hard. I lay down on top of her and held her tight, letting her cry it out. It took several minutes but as she calmed down I felt her legs part slightly and my thigh fell between them and I felt the smoothness of her shaved mound. She lifted her leg and it pressed it gently against my crotch and we lay there for a long time, comforting each other. At some point I became aware that we were both rocking our hips; gently, almost imperceptibly. Her breathing was becoming deeper and there was a wetness beginning to coat my thigh. My hand found her breast and I squeezed it. She inhaled deeply, expanding her chest, trying to push her breast more firmly into my grip and I pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger. I realized I was making love to my mother but to me it was just another way to offer her comfort. But of course, this was beginning to get me worked up too. She turned her head and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth. She tasted salty from crying. Her hands went down my back to cup the globes of my bottom and she began rocking my hips in time with her own rhythm. I let her set her pace, matching each of her pelvic thrusts with my own. Our thighs were coated with the natural lubrication we each seemed to be producing by the quart and we slid easily against on another. Soon she gasped and her body stiffened, her thighs squeezing mine so tightly it hurt. Her fingernails dug deeply into the soft flesh of my bottom and I wanted to cry out. I couldn't move and she held me like that for a long moment, trembling, before softly exhaling and releasing me and I felt the tension drain from her. It was as if she'd been washed ashore from a turbulent sea and now she lay there at peace on the sand. Soon I heard the deep steady breathing of her sleeping and I got up and gathered my clothes and padded naked down to the bathroom. Dropping my clothes on the floor I opened the cabinet and picked up the razor I use to shave my legs. Sandy's Story Ch. 03 Do my Mom's actions shock you? They wouldn't if you knew her the way I did. In her day, Momma was what you might call a free spirit. Or as Grandma and Grandpa would say, she was a handful. I had heard some stories of her escapades - like the time she and her 2 girlfriends invaded the boys locker room in college. Wearing just bras and panties they put on masks and ran in going all the way around the lockers yelling like Banshees. They got an eyeful of naked male flesh before running out and into the girls locker room door, which was only a few steps from the boys, where they quickly tossed the masks in the trash, stripped and showered with the rest of her class. They didn't get caught, at least not by school officials. None of the boys, though several of them knew her and knew she was the ringleader and the other girls were just following, would rat her out. But they did get even. Three of the guys, fraternity boys, convinced a girl friend to call her and have my Mom meet her in a secluded spot where they threw a bag over her head, tossed her in a car and drove her to their frat house. In the basement there 2 burly frat brothers held her ankles while 2 others held a her wrists and bent her over a table. They lifted her skirt and the entire fraternity took turns paddling her bottom - with the paddle they used for initiating the bottoms of new members - for a good 10 minutes. Then they took her back to the dorm and released her. She told me it stung like crazy but she loved it, being so exposed in front of so many men. Her only regret was they never pulled down her panties. I got a detailed description of the entire incident from Dad. He was one of the boys in the gym and also one of the spankers. When she had us, her parenting was unconventional too. She was often nude around the house and seldom closed the door to the bathroom or her bedroom. We would often see her or Daddy naked and even saw them make love once. She never knocked on our doors she'd just barge on in. She'd become a nurse and gave me "The Talk" when I was 9, stripping us both to point out the differences in our bodies and explain how each part was supposed to work. She tried to get my Dad to show demonstrate how a man's equipment worked but he drew the line there. Richard and I were lying on the bed in his room. He was reading to me from one of the stories he had written. He was wearing shorts with no shirt and I was lying with my head on his chest, listening as his words rumbled sonorously around in his chest. His stories were fun; filled with fantasies of dragons and witches, sorcerers and magicians, the kind of thing we would later read from Tolkien. We heard the front door open and close and then momma's footsteps coming to rest at Richard's door and we sat up as she opened it without knocking. "Relax," she said, "you can't shock me anymore." She was slurring her words a little and I figured she'd been drinking. She came over and sat on the bed. "I brought you something," She said and she dumped the contents of a small paper bag on the bed. A box of Trojans and a small bottle of some sort of lotion fell out. "Rubbers?" said Richard. "Thas Right, I don know if you're actually 'doin it' yet or not but I don want you ruining your lives by gettin pregnant." I wondered then if she felt she had ruined hers. "Now I need to make sure you know how to use these so, Rishart, take off your pants" "What! No!" I laughed nervously "Mom!" "Lissen to me. I need to show you how to put them on and I need a stiff cock to do it so take em off" And she reached for the waist band of his shorts. I guess were both kind of paralyzed with shock at what was happening and she had them unbuttoned and unzipped before we could react. We both grabbed her hands then and held them before she could pull them down. "I'm a nurse for chrisake, I've seen hundreds of cocks, and I seen yours, Mr Man, more times than I can count." She looked at me then. "Now, are you gonna get'm hard or shall I?" I looked at my brother. "Richard?" He groaned, flopped back down on the bed and covered his face with the pillow. I slipped my hand inside the waist band of his shorts and felt the incredible softness of his flaccid penis. I began stroking it urging it to hardness and with my other hand I rubbed his sensitive nipples eliciting the slight sucking in of breath that signaled the beginnings of arousal. After several minutes of my attention his penis was swollen almost to it's full size when momma, who had been running her finger up and down his legs, grabbed the waistband of his shorts and under pants and tugged them down to mid thigh. She stared, wantonly it seemed, at my hand as it pumped his swollen penis, a tiny clear drop of pre-cum escaping at the tip. "Use your mouth," she said a little breathlessly. I obliged and soon had his little soldier at full attention now. But I devilishly kept going, licking and sucking him and pumping the shaft, pounding my fist gently against his balls in the way I knew he liked. The air in the room was electrified and I caught a whiff of strong female scent in the air mixing with Richard's own musky aroma. We must have seemed like 2 animals in heat, mother and I. I was sopping and from the way Momma was squirming I was sure she was too. "Easy girl, we don want him to come. Not yet any way." Momma said and then ogling him appreciatively as I pulled my hand away said "You take after your father, Richard." I guessed that meant he was well endowed, but having nothing to compare him to I wasn't sure. I just knew I loved it, the size and feel of it and the large heavy testicles that hung down below it. The way it responded to the touch of my hand or lips. And even more the way it responded when I bared my breasts or bottom or vagina for him. I loved making him hard, dong little strip teases, making him want me. I loved the way pre cum would ooze from the tip. And I loved how it got impossibly hard, the head expanding, nearly turning purple, an instant before he'd come. "Now I want you to watch" she said and she opened one of the condoms. "These are lubricayed but your father thought that they need more." She partially unrolled it. She handed me the little bottle and said, "Openis, Sweethear, please." I did and she poured a few drops into the little reservoir she had formed. "Never, never, never use hand lotion, it dissolves the latex," she said. "Always use this. Or spit." and she gave a little laugh. "You can also put some on his cock." and she dribbled a few drops on the head and then rubbed it up and down the shaft. Richard took in a deep audible gasp of breath as Momma stroked his sensitive shaft, moving her hand up and down and flexing her wrist in a spiraling motion. After the workout I had given him, I'm sure he was nearly out of his mind with need. She giggled at his reaction but I was hypnotized at the sight of my mother's hand massaging and stroking my brother's hard penis. After several minutes, during which time Richard was squirming in pleasure, she slipped the condom on, unrolling it down the entire length of his swollen penis until she buried the end in his pubic hair and continued to stroke him slowly. "when you're done, pull out, don't linger or the semen could leak out and into your pussy. And Risher, it's much easier to get that off if you ejaculate inside it." She said and stopped stroking him. She looked at me then and said, "Well, are you gonna leave him like this?" I couldn't tell if her eyes were glazed with alcohol or lust, and I wasn't sure if she wanted to watch me put him inside me right then or not but I wasn't about to. I turned away from her and laid down next to him my head on his chest and slowly pumped him as I licked his nipples. It took several minutes for his orgasm to erupt since I was moving so slowly. He was writhing helplessly on the bed, nearly out of his mind with need before finally stiffening and pumping his come into the reservoir. Momma was mesmerized staring at his testicles and I knew what she was seeing, as I had been just as fascinated the first time I saw him empty his balls in spasmodic contractions. When he was done I tugged on the condom and it slipped off easily, spilling his ejaculate on his stomach. Without another word, momma got unsteadily to her feet - I doubted it was the effects of the alcohol alone - and walked out. As soon as she left I stripped off my shorts and panties and straddled his face. I was so hot, I came almost with the first electrifying touch of his tongue. Sandy's Story Ch. 04 The three of us were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Mom was just having coffee. I thought she looked hung-over, her eyes were red and swollen. "Your father has moved out." Momma said. I don't know why we were shocked; Momma had said they were having serious problems; daddy had been absent so much these past months, we hardly saw him. He moved like a ghost through our lives. We got reports from Momma; his job had taken him to Philly, Baltimore, Trenton, he won't be home for supper, breakfast, your birthday. But we were shocked and we pulled our chairs around on either side of Momma and put our arms around her and our heads on her shoulders and she managed to put her arms around us. I cried. Richard cried. But Momma never did. "Fuck me, Richard, please. Fuck me." I'd come up behind him and put my arms around him. He was sitting at his desk shirtless, writing one of his stories. My hands were pinching his nipples. "Take your big hard cock and ram it deep into my cunt and fuck my brains out. Fuck my cunt Richard." I had hardly ever used these words before, they were so forbidden. In the pantheon of profanity these words were nearly sacred. But I loved the hard 'K' sounds of 'COCK' and 'CUNT' and the big Kahuna, 'FUCK'. FUCK. You had to put your lower lip between your teeth and then spit the word out as if you were going to hit somebody with it. And that's what these words did, they raced through the ear and slammed into the brain like a truck. Like a FUCK truck. These were words you couldn't ignore, they demanded a response. "Sandy, are you alright?! What's gotten into you?!" "You haven't!" I said. "You haven't gotten into me! Not yet, and that's what I want!" "You're drunk aren't you?" It was true. I don't drink. But with everything that was happening to us I felt I needed some kind of escape. I'd put some of Mom's Vodka in a glass of orange juice and gulped it down. Then I made another one and drank it too, totally unprepared for the effect it would have on me. "I want your cock deep inside my pussy, I want you to split me wide open and fuck me till it hurts! I want you to come, shoot your come into me so hard it blows my brains out! Knock me up Richard, make me pregnant, I want your baby!" "Sandy! We can't have a baby! You know that. You know the risks." he said "I don't care! I don't care if it comes out purple with yellow polka dots! I don't care if it has cloven hooves and a tail! I need your baby!" I was hysterical. Crying now. "Please, Richard, please. Please. Please. Please." He was holding me, rocking me. "Oh Richard, I feel like our world is falling apart. Daddy's moved out. Mom's turning into a drunk. Pretty soon we'll go off to college. You'll meet someone and fall in love and get married. You'll be too ashamed to invite me to the wedding, I'll read it in the papers. I'll have to drop out of school to take care of Mom..." "Shhhhh." he said soothingly. "None of that is going to happen. You said it yourself, we're meant for each other. Nothing can change that." "We'll make love, Sandy" he said, "When you're sober. Not now." And he held me for a long time till I fell asleep. The next morning, feeling hung-over I stumbled into the bathroom and took off my nightie and stepped into the shower. I stood there with my eyes closed letting the hot water hit me on the back of the neck and wash away the cob webs in my brain and the kinks from my body. Leaning my head back I let the hard spray massage my scalp. A girl could get used to this I thought. My prognosis had improved; I was probably going to live. Lazily opening my eyes I looked through the glass of the shower door and saw Richard standing in the bathroom watching me. He was in his boxers leaning against the sink with a smile on his face. "Pervert." I said, smiling back at him. He just nodded his head and let his eyes wander all over me. I saw, with more than a little satisfaction, that his penis was rising and I, like I had in the summer house, decided to put on a show for him. I picked up the soap and began to lather up. I started with my tummy going round in circles then up to my breasts which I squeezed and pushed together, letting my thumbs slide over my sensitive nipples again and again sending electric pulses to my vagina. Richard lowered his boxers and let them fall to the floor and I saw that without him even touching it, but just by looking at me, his penis was fully engorged, pointing straight up. The knowledge that the sight of my body could cause this reaction in a man, and him in particular, gave me such a warm feeling of power and confidence. Richard knew that I loved to watch him masturbate. I loved the way he held his penis, so casual at first, stroking lazily up and down the shaft, then with more urgency until he was desperate to come and then tensing up and shooting his load in spurts 5, 6, 7 spasms of orgasm. Just as I was thinking this he took hold of his cock - the words came more easily to me now and had a powerful effect - and began a leisurely massage breathing deeply with the satisfaction he felt from fulfilling its need to be touched. I continued my own soapy self massage. Lifting my leg and placing my foot on the edge of the tub I washed my feet and toes and then slowly stroked my long leg, my hands tracing its shape as if I were sculpting it, forming my calf, then my knee and then my thigh until I reached my crotch. I covered my mound and rubbed my lathered hand up and down, loving the feeling of touching my bare skin where I had shaved. I was so much more sensitive there. I stared at Richard and his eyes were locked on my pussy. He was pumping himself more vigorously now and I saw his cock was coated with his pre-cum, slick and shiny. It was dripping out of him like a leaking faucet, droplets occasionally hitting the floor. I imagined the delicious slurping sounds it must be making as I continued to stimulate my pussy, making it beg for more intimate contact. I leaned back against the wall and lifted my foot and placing it on the shower door I pulled my pussy lips wide for him and his eyes went wider in response. I touched my clit and felt the familiar jolt of first touch. I let my fingers play with my clit for several moments turning up my heat. Then I slid my fingers up and down the vaginal cleft and slipped one and then two inside me. I found the spot not far inside that we later learned was called a G-spot and tickled it. I could tell Richard was getting close. His eyes were glazed, one hand pumping hard, the other pinching and rubbing alternately one nipple and then the other, the head of his cock looking dark and angry. He pushed himself away from the sink and came close to the shower door and with a look of pure agony on his face, and moaning and grunting like an animal, his eyes flew wide as if in shock, his knees began to shake, and he shot his come against the clear glass. Again and again his pure white come hit the glass as in a series of spasms it was pumped from his balls and it slowly trickled down. The sight of him shooting his load at me was all I needed and I came hard. My leg felt so week I was afraid I'd fall over. My fingers were working my cunt as I came over and over again, my juices squirting out of me. Sandy's Story Ch. 05 It was late, I didn't even have to look at the clock to know. But a quick glance told me; 3:05. I got up, threw on my nightie and tiptoed to Richard's room. I eased the door open and peeked in. He was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, the sheet covering the lower half of his body. Moonlight illuminated his bare chest. "Richard," I whispered, "are you awake?" "Yeah." He said. "I can't sleep." I said and pushed the door open and walked softly to the edge of the bed. "Me either." He said. "Richard," I said, my knees shaking a bit, "I think it's time." "I think so too." He held out his hand and guided me onto the mattress beside him and held me close to him. All the confidence and power I had felt earlier had evaporated. I was finally about to lose my virginity to my brother and as much as I wanted it, as much as we both wanted it, it frightened me. Richard must have sensed my nervousness. He was naked beneath the sheet and I could feel his need; his penis pressing hard against my stomach, a drop of pre-cum moistening my nightie. But he just held me for a long time, stroking my hair and back and planting soft kisses on my cheek and forehead. He was waiting for me, wanting to make sure that I was sure, that I was actually ready. I loved him so much. And I knew I was ready then. I felt my confidence in myself and my decision return and I kissed him and opened my mouth to him and tasted him as he tasted me. I sat up and pulled the sheet off of him and pulled my nightie over my head and I straddled his legs. The moonlight illuminated may naked breasts and belly. "You're so beautiful." he said, and his hands lightly traced the contours of my body, making me shiver as his fingers gently touched my nipples. He placed his hands under my breasts and held them like ripe fruit as his thumbs continued a gentle massage of the puckered buds. Electrical currents of sensation crackled through my body, racing to my crotch, causing me to squirm and sigh. I lifted his cock, it seemed so heavy, completely filled as it was, a dewy drop of Pre-cum at the tip. I spread it over the head and down the underside of the shaft. It was immediately replaced by another. He lifted his hips. I took some of the clear, viscous fluid on the tips both index fingers and spread it on both his nipples making small slippery circles, then I bent and tasted them with the tip of my tongue. He was sighing and making sweet 'mmmmmmm' sounds. I slid further up his body and let him lick my own very sensitive nipples before taking one into his mouth to pull on it rhythmically. His hands went down to my bottom and he squeezed and stroked the plump cheeks and then, traveling to my inner thighs, he teased the sensitive, newly shaved skin of my vulva. I was heating up rapidly as his fingers traced the plump outer lips of my pussy and, opening them, he spread the moisture he found there up and down the entire cleft of my Mons, brushing across the tip of my clit in maddeningly brief encounters before sliding back down to retrieve more of the lubrication my body was beginning to produce in quantity. "Please," I said, a little desperately, sliding up to straddle his chest, "Use your mouth." He slid down further on the bed until his mouth was positioned directly under me. I slipped first one foot and then the other beneath his shoulders and his arms came up over my thighs to open me wide for the tongue I was craving. It was almost as if in this position we were locked together, neither of us able to escape without the other's cooperation. His thumb placed just above my clit was making small circles, just as I had taught him, and his tongue slid up and down my inner lips. Then he pushed my clit from beneath it's hood and began to lash it with his tongue, which made occasional forays to my vaginal opening, before returning to it's task of loving my little button and diving me absolutely insane. His thumbs were working either side of the little shaft, while his tongue mercilessly teased it. "Oh God that's so good." I heard myself say. I had to hold on to the headboard of the bed." Just like that." I felt my knees begin to vibrate "Right...there...MMMMMM...I'm...going to....NNnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!" And I came, my juices leaking out of me and into his mouth as I squeezed my thighs together. But he wasn't finished with me yet and he continued the relentless assault on my pussy, this time placing his mouth over my clit and sucking, pulling it out from it's hiding place while his tongue explored every bit of this tiny nub that was making me crazy. Lifting his hips, he shifted his weight so that his shoulders pressed down on my legs, pinning me in place. He had managed to work his thumbs down to my bottom and pressed one into my anus. Rotating it in a small circle he again pushed me over the edge and I came, harder this time. "Ohhhhh, GOD! RICHARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhh!!!!!" He let me up then and I rolled off him, panting for breath. He let me calm down a bit and then rolled over on top of me. I opened my legs for him and his hips slipped between my thighs. I saw the desperate need in his eyes as he looked into mine and I smiled at him. This was it, we would lose our virginity in the next few moments and though I couldn't wait, I was a little nervous. He sensed it and gave me the sweetest smile and as he moved up I felt his cock at the entrance of my pussy. It was soaked with my cum and his saliva and his cock was dripping like a faucet so there was no shortage of lubrication as I felt the head of it slip past my pussy lips. He paused there looking into my eyes. I nodded and said "yes". and he pushed himself into me a little further. There was some resistance but not a lot and a sharp sting as his cock broke through my hymen and I winced. He stopped then. "Does it hurt?" he asked "A little. It's ok." I spread my legs as wide as I could for him as he continued pushing himself into me until he filled me completely and I felt his balls against my bottom. "Oh God, Sandy that feels so good." I held him inside me while the pain subsided and an intense warmth spread through me. I was cradling his hard cock deep inside me and I felt his pulse throbbing within. Slowly he pulled out of me - such a lonely feeling - until only the head was in and then eased all the way back in. The pain came back but much less intense this time and when he slipped out and back into me for a third time there was no pain left. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my heels into his backside. His hips rocked back and forth as his hard shaft plunged into me again and again. My own hips moved with his as I opened myself completely wanting to take all of him inside me. Soon he was pumping my pussy frantically and I felt my third orgasm approaching. Richard's breathing was becoming ragged and he was moaning slightly. I heard little pleading sounds coming from deep inside me. "Please. Please. Come in me, Richard. Please. Come deep inside me. Come for me now." My own climax hit me then, starting deep in my belly and spreading down to my toes and up to my aching nipples. I heard myself scream. My cunt clamped down on him greedily and I felt his cock swell. He gasped as I milked him and I felt his cock spasm as it shot load after load deep into me. My pussy held him tightly, determined not to let him go until it had drained every last drop from him, and when he was completely spent, he collapsed on top of me panting hard. Postscript Mom died later that year while we were away at college. It was a combination of pills and booze and while no one can say for certain whether it was an accident or intentional, I feel it was a suicide nonetheless. We had been so worried about her that we were going to stay home and miss our freshman year to be with her, but she went to AA and briefly got sober and convinced us that she was going to be fine. She died just before Christmas break that year. After the funeral we returned to school but neither of us could concentrate. It was also becoming harder to hide our relationship and first Richard and then I dropped out. After stumbling around in a daze for a few months we decided to move to California and live as husband and wife. Richard enrolled in a community college to study writing and I, after several failed attempts to find a career, began a small gift business. Between Richard's occasional writing assignment and the moderate success of my business we managed to make a living, buy a house, and adopt 2 Vietnamese children, and by and large have a wonderful life together. 2 years ago, Richard had a massive stroke and died shortly thereafter. Soon afterward the children found out that we were actually brother and sister and haven't spoken to me since. But I'm an old woman now and in the final stages of Cancer. And while I miss them terribly I'm not ashamed, nor do I have any regrets. Richard and I had a love that was gloriously passionate and tender and if our children can't see that and accept it for what it was then it's out of my hands. I will not be made to feel guilty. As Momma said, love can't be wrong.