20 comments/ 104430 views/ 39 favorites Velvet Taboo By: amofiga One of the definitions given by Webster for "taboo" is, "any social prohibition or restriction that results from convention or tradition." So who defines the convention or tradition, or any rule for society for that matter, and on what is it based? For sure some have some pretty practical reasons like not murdering each other or robbing each other at gunpoint, but what makes a "taboo" different from a "law"? I've thought about that for many years, especially today when I am awash with many emotions. But I'll get to that. I wonder if many of the so called taboos are just a bunch of crap when you factor in a lot of the "ends justifying the means" sorts of logic. But let's start from the beginning. It was the summer between my graduation from high school and going off to college. I had just turned 18 a little over a week ago, and I had formally become a high school graduate about a week before that. It was the mid 60's. The year after Kennedy had been assassinated. Lyndon Johnson had his hands full with the Viet Nam war raging, and protests were starting up in many colleges even though the real tragedies like Kent State were still a few years off. It was a nervous time for guys my age, but I was going off to college and as long as my grades held up, I wouldn't have to worry about it for at least four more years. Maybe it would all be over by then. I was in my room that afternoon, feeling sorry for myself about the end of a two year long relationship with my girlfriend. Boredom, loneliness and idle hands are tools of the Devil (as my grandmother used to say), and it wasn't long before my pants, and then my pants were on the floor, and my hand was working my hard dick pretty well. All of a sudden, the door burst open and my sister barged in, "Brad have you seen my......" "HOLY SHIT, Linda, don't you know how to knock, "I shouted as I scrambled to pull the bedspread over me. "What the hell are you doing home this early anyway?" "God, Brad, I am really sorry. I didn't think, and I truly apologize," she said, and I could hear that she really meant it. I loved my sister because she wasn't like some other sisters of guys I knew who could be pretty nasty, humiliating, and sarcastic with their little brothers. Unlike them, Linda had always been my protector and mentor and supported me in so many ways growing up. She had just finished her junior year at the state university and just about to turn 21. She was home for the summer working as a legal intern for a law firm that was run by a friend of dad's. "Things were slowing down at the office, and they said I could leave an hour early." She came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Brad, I truly am sorry I walked in like that, but it's important that you don't feel bad that I saw you. Everybody does it, even me, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. The only thing I can't figure is why you aren't with Ellen somewhere letting her do that, or even better things for you, if you get my drift. I assume you guys do have sex. You've been going steady for two years." "Ellen and I broke up few weeks ago, just after prom. I think we both knew it was coming and just hung in till after prom. Given that she's going to a different school than I am, I think we both realized that we'd probably be splitting up anyway." "Damn," Linda said. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know you must be really hurting, but you have to believe me that you'll be dating somebody else before you know it. You're a pretty cute guy you know." "I'm not so sure about that, Sis. I'm probably a lot more shy than you realize, and Ellen's been the only girl I've ever really been close to. I'm not sure I even know how to react around other girls." "Oh that's a bunch of crap. When you get to school in the fall, there will be so many girls after you, you'll be beating them off with a stick, and then you won't have to beating off your own stick anymore," she laughed. "You'll be wowing them with the expertise you learned with Ellen. I'll bet you have a super talented tongue and even more talented 'magic wand'" "It's a lot less expertise than you think. Our sex was pretty damned conventional and not much about me is too talented, especially my tongue, if you get my drift." "You mean that you guys never gave oral or anal sex a shot?" she questioned. I looked at her. I couldn't believe my sister was asking me these things. "No. We didn't do any of that stuff. You have to remember, we were both virgins till each other and getting to where we were was a bumpy road sometimes." "Wow," she said. "You are going to have a lot to learn in college and a lot of those college girls are way ahead of you in their experiences." "What? So you're telling me you do all that with Jim?" Jim was her current boyfriend that I had met when she brought him home at Christmas. "Jim and I are sexual, but we're not something that either of us have considered as permanent. Truth is, I've had a dozen sex partners since I've gotten to State, and one of them was an older guy well into his career. Those, at least one of them, are the ones I've learned from. I will say that most of the guys I met in my freshman year were pretty ignorant about sex and that's why I worry about you. I'd hate to think that girls are going to think you are some neo-virgin who doesn't know his way around women." "Listen, Brad," she continued. "I'm going to make a suggestion, and I need you to swear on your eyes, no swear on your balls, not to blab because if anybody ever knows anything about what I'm about to suggest, I'll cut them off. You tell nobody. That's rule number 1. Jim is out in California this summer with his own summer job, and I don't know anybody in town anymore. I'm feeling a bit lonely and horny myself, but I don't want to get involved with some local boy who's going to get all mushy, and think I want me to settle down here to become the wife of a hardware store clerk. I'd love to kill two birds with one stone for the next two months. Give myself a physical outlet, and teach you a thing or two about how to use that absolutely delicious body of yours to please a woman. It would make me happy to know that you're going to hit the college campus knowing a thing or two. But you need to trust me and not rat me out to anybody.....and I mean anybody. I know how guys your age like to brag to their friends, but you need to really grow up about this. OK?" I was shocked about what she was suggesting, but frankly, it sounded wonderful. Frankly, I always thought my sister was pretty hot, but I was still uncertain about all this. "Linda, what you're suggesting is flat out incest and taboo in just about anybody's mind." "Don't kid yourself my naïve little brother. In some cultures, casual sex play between brother and sister is pretty common and almost expected as part of growing up. This taboo thing started is because back in ancient times there were no birth control pills or condoms, and those in the society with some smarts figured out that children produced in those type situations could propagate bad genetic problems. Likewise, adultery wasn't originally just because of sex between unmarried people. It was because children produced in those situations "adulterated" pure blood lines and confused lines of inheritance. I sure don't intend to produce any kids from our situation. With modern protection, those 'taboos' become sort of irrelevant." It made sense to me, or at least I wanted it to. "OK," she said. "Are we together on this?" "I'm ok with it if you are," I agreed. Then she pulled back the bedspread and looked down at me. "Oh oh. What happened to the magic monster that you were choking when I came in here? Looks like he's gone back into his shell." She reached down and started to gently play with my embarrassment-induced flaccid dick, but it wasn't but a few seconds when it started to show signs of life again. "Could you possibly be thinking of finishing my jerk off for me, Sis?" I asked incredulously but hopefully. "Oh much better than that, Baby Bro. Much better than that." With that, she went down and took my cock into her mouth. Oh man it felt so good. There were so many times I had wished that Ellen would do this for me, but she just said it seemed "too dirty". Now, here was my sister, for Pete's sake, working her wet mouth and lips up and down the shaft of my dick. It wasn't long before I could feel that I was going to boil over and I started to push my sister's head away. She countered by grabbing my wrist and holding my hand away. "Jesus, Sis, I'm going to cum if you don't stop doing that." No sooner had I said those words than the first wave of semen pumped out of me, and I screamed out, "Oh God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" It just kept pumping and pumping. I think the down time between when Linda had walked into the room and now had really let the pressure build up. I opened my eyes and she was just looking at me. "Man, I think you really have been missing Ellen. I guy your age shouldn't let it build up too long." I looked down ready to clean up. "Where's all the cum?" I said. My sister just laughed. "In my belly Little Bro. Where else?" "Jesus, Linda, you swallowed it? I asked incredulously. "You do that with all your boyfriends? You swallow their cum." "Not with all of them, Brad. Just the ones that I like and know aren't just trying to use me for just a quick fuck. I am NOT just some sleep around slut despite what you may be thinking right about now. Besides, where did you want me to let it go, all over the sheets and bedspread? You may not have thought about it, but maybe mom doesn't particularly like to launder your crusty sheets. Besides, you wouldn't want her to know what you've been up to here today would you? But.....I did like the fact that you told me that you were going to cum. That's good. Which brings us to rule number 2. You need to tell me when you're going to cum. I don't want you springing on me after the fact that maybe you popped your load in my snatch. The campus medical center sells birth control pills to girls over 18 on a don't-ask-don't tell basis, and I've been taking them for the past two years. Still, I don't know how reliable they really are, and I don't want to suddenly learn that I'm carrying my brother's bun in my oven. That would truly kick the shit out of rule number 1 about not letting anybody ever find out." "Trust me, Sis, I don't want anybody to ever, ever find out I'm doing my sister. She laughed out loud. "I think you really do get it. Listen, it's getting late and mom might be coming home soon. Get yourself back together, and let me be out of your room. Consider this sort of an introductory lesson and we'll begin your real education this weekend when mom and dad are heading up to their friends house on the shore. We'll have the house to ourselves most of Saturday and Sunday. There's another "rule" about all this too, Brad. Never forget that I'm the teacher and you're the student here. Don't be getting rambunctious and trying to do shit to me on your own. I call the shots of what gets done, when it gets done, and how it gets done. I decide where the dick goes and where the cum goes. I nodded. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Holy crap. Who would have thought all those years ago when you were just learning to walk and I used to help mom give you your bath, that this little ding-a-ling of yours would be put to better use than just wetting your diapers." "Ha....ha," I sniggered as she turned and sashayed to my door, wiggling her ass. Three more days till Saturday and each seemed like it was 48 hours long. My mind was still struggling with the notion that my sister and I were going to be friends with benefits, even though when I had originally thought about our budding relationship almost 50 years ago, that expression hadn't even been coined yet. Saturday morning finally came, and mom and dad left for the shore about 9. I just stayed in my room. I wasn't even sure if Linda was still going forth with our plan and I started thinking maybe she had come to her senses or that it might have been just a bit of a joke. I could just see her going, "Got'cha. You didn't think I really meant it did you? Silly boy." Around 10 o'clock, Linda appeared in my doorway with a little grin saying, "Good morning class. Are we ready for our lesson today?" She came in, sat on the bed, took my hand and put it under her tee shirt. Her tit felt so nice and warm and firm. I squeezed it a little and let my fingers play with her nipple that was becoming firm and erect. "Oh what a naughty student you are to get so fresh with your teacher," she laughed. With that she took off the tee shirt and sat there bare breasted. "I thought for our first lesson," she said, "that we should begin with something you seemed to know nothing about based on our earlier discussions, but it's so important if you want to be a real success with the girls. Pussy eating. It's hard to believe that you've never really eaten pussy, Brad? How up close and personal did you ever get with Ellen? Did you ever really get a birds eye view? I said, "OK, so I'm not an expert. I'd really appreciate it if you'd not make me feel any more stupid than I am." She nodded and said, "Well said. You're right. I shouldn't be a wise ass. We've all been in your shoes," she agreed. Then she stood up and pulled down her shorts and panties, kicking them across the room. She stood there stark naked with her bush right in front of my face. I was almost shaking. My own sister totally nude inches from me. "It works much better if we both have our clothes off," she said as she bent over and pulled my tee shirt over my head. Then she kneeled down and pulled off my sweat pants and jockeys. My dick was already hard and she smiled to see that I had all my tools ready for class. "Are you going to suck it again," I grinned. "Later," she grinned back. "Right now, you have to pay attention to teacher." With that, she scrambled up onto my bed, puffed up the pillow for her head, lifted her knees up and out and displayed a pussy as beautiful as I've ever seen in any magazine. Certainly as beautiful as Ellen's, and that was the only other real one I had ever had that close a look at. I was transfixed and must have been staring. "So, Brad," she whispered waking me out of my gaze. "I'm happy you like what you see, but I want you to start by very gently stroking my inner thighs and my calves and the tops of my legs, but don't actually touch my pussy. Tease me. I love a nice slow gentle touch with long slow strokes. Let your fingers slide softly through my ass crack." I did as she directed. She cooed her approval, opening her thighs even wider till her lips opened a little, and I could almost look right up into her hole. I kept caressing her thighs and legs as she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensual pleasure. She opened her eyes and met mine. "Have you treated Ellen to this sort of teasing before?" I nodded, but frankly, my experiences with Ellen were more of the right to the finger in the cunt approach. I seeing how Linda was enjoying it, I was already learning that taking a long slow route was something better. "So, now," she whispered, "I want you to let your hands work up to my tits and caress them and gently milk them. Be very gentle with the nipples at this point. Show me what you used to do with Ellen." I followed her directions and was rewarded with the feel of her firm breasts. "Kiss them, Brad. Let your tongue swirl around my nipples and take them into your mouth and suck just a little." I her nipples were sweet, firm, and erect. "Now," she whispered. "I want you to kiss down my belly, swirl your tongue in my navel, and then take a little of my muff in your lips and pull ever so gently......yeah, like that. Now kiss and lick my inner thighs again, but don't go to my pussy just yet. I know you can smell me, Brad. Is it good? Such an aphrodisiac. I've never met a man yet that wasn't turned on by the smell of a woman's pussy. Does it remind you of Ellen? You said you never ate Ellen's pussy but I'll bet you smelled your fingers after you fingering her. Did you, Brad? Did you smell your fingers like that?" "Yes," I answered huskily, my brain and cock flooded with the desire fueled by Linda's cunt so close to my face. "Put your finger in me, Brad. Oh yeah. All the way. Pull it out and let me see you smell your finger. Ummmmm. You like that don't you. Put it back in. Now pull it out and put it in your mouth. Yeah, taste me. You like it? Does it taste like your fingers after you fingered Ellen?" She was almost panting as she spoke. I had never really tasted, Ellen's pussy, but after the teaser taste of Linda's, I could hardly wait to put my tongue in her. She moved her hand to her clit and started moving her fingers round and round and then down into her cunt to get them wet and then back to her clit. I watched mesmerized. Finally she said, "See what I'm doing with my fingers? I want you to do that with your tongue." I moved closer and swirled my tongue gently around and up and down her clit. She squirmed and moaned a little. She reached under to put two fingers in her hole. Then she took her fingers out and put them in my mouth. "Brad," she whispered more urgently, "I want you to put your tongue right in my hole as far as you can and move it around. Oh yeah. That's it. Now lick up my slit all the way to my clit and swirl it around again." I did as instructed and she raised her hips and moaned. "Again," she said. "Keep that up. Put your fingers in my hole, two of them and fuck me with them while you lick my clit. Oh God, that's good. Put in three fingers, and stretch me a little more. Fill me up and keep licking my clit. Whatever happens, for God's sake don't stop." I licked and finger fucked and she ground into me. She lifted her feet up in the air and moved her crotch all over my face and I could hardly keep up with her. "Oh Jesus!!!!" she moaned loudly, "Oh my Jesus Christ do it! Lick it, Suck it!" I knew she was cumming. When Ellen came on my fingers or when we fucked, she screamed and kissed me and shoved her tongue into my mouth, but Linda just kept moaning and then grabbed my head hard to her crotch and finally collapsed. I didn't stop because she had told me to keep going and then she went crazy, moaning, and almost screaming as she pushed her crotch hard into my face and onto my fingers again. She collapsed back, and this time gently pushed my face away. "Enough," she whispered hoarsely. "I think I'm done......for now anyway," she giggled. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at me. "Not too bad, Baby Bro. There's certainly room for growth, but that was a reasonable B+. While I'm resting a little, how about you coming up here and fucking my mouth? I don't know how long we'll go because I think you may be close to popping, and I do have other plans. " She packed the pillow against the headboard and sat up a little. She told me to straddle her like she used to do when we wrestled as kids and she'd pin me down and make me holler, "uncle". "Only this time," she said, "no hollering uncle. Just put that sweet cock of yours in my mouth, and fuck it nice and slow." I got myself in position with my cock in her mouth and she put her hands on my hips to sort of guide me as to how fast and how deep to go. I was looking down at myself sliding in and out of her lips when she looked up and our eyes locked. She heard me began to moan, so she pushed me away and said, "Maybe that's enough. I don't want your cannon going off just yet. I want you to fuck me now." I said, "I have some rubbers in the night stand." "No rubbers," she said. "I figure you used rubbers all the time with Ellen and I want you to feel the real thing. Just remember my rule 2 is all I ask." Velvet Taboo "She lifted her knees and spread open again as I eased my cock into her hole. Oh man, she was right. This felt so different and so great with my skin on her wet skin. I got it all the way into her and started fucking her. Unfortunately it wasn't too long when I felt like I was getting close to popping, and I said, "Linda, I think it's time for rule 2." She spoke up, "Quick, take it out and put it in my mouth." I pulled out and started to crawl up like I was a few minutes earlier, but it was too late. The first volley of my sperm splashed all over her right tit. The second just missed her open mouth and landed on her chin as she grabbed my cock and clamped her lips down on it. It kept pumping, and I let out a loud bellow of orgasmic release, "Jesus God, Linda. It just won't stop. Oh God!" Then she pulled my cock out of her mouth, pulling my face down to hers, and kissing me hard on the lips. Her tongue pried into my mouth, and I could taste something salty but a bit sweet and sour at the same time. It didn't take me long to realize that it was my cum. She was kissing my cum into my mouth. She pushed my face to her chin, "Lick it up, Brad. Lick it!" Then to her tit, "Lick that up too." Then she pulled my mouth back to hers. Finally, I collapsed, panting, on the bed next to her. "What the hell was that all about?" I asked a bit peeved. "I wanted you to taste it. Have you ever tasted your cum when you jerked off? Probably not. Most guys probably think it's somehow gay to do that, but it's important that you learn that it's not some sort of awful tasting poison. Trust me, some day, you're going to be asking some girl to let you cum in her mouth and swallow your cum. She may never have done it, and maybe might be a bit grossed out by the thought. A lot of girls start out thinking that it's some horrible tasting stuff that's going to choke them or make them sick, and they're afraid. So you're going to be able to calmly reassure her that you've been with other girls who like to do it, and that you've tasted it yourself, and it's ok. But don't force her. After a few dates with doing other stuff, see if you can get her to at least let you cum on her chin or her closed mouth. If she goes for that, then you kiss her like I did and French it into her mouth. Chances are, she won't even notice, but then after she does, she'll see that it's not so bad and maybe the next step could be her giving you a fully complete blow job. In my book, it's not fair for some guy to want a girl to swallow his cum if he's unwilling to do it himself. Just like I think it's unfair for a girl to expect you to eat her pussy if she's not willing to taste her own juice on your cock after you've just fucked her or to kiss you with your face soaked with her own glaze. It's all about the give and take and the equal sharing. Good sex requires a two way street. That's one of the key lessons you need to learn." With that, threw my tee shirt over her head, and announced, "We need a little rest before our afternoon session, and I'm getting hungry. I'll make us some lunch." I pulled on my sweat pants and followed her to the kitchen, made grilled cheese and ham sandwiches, and lifted a couple of dad's beers out of the frig. As we ate, I had to ask her, "So who gave you all this sex ed? Was it Jim or other guys you dated?" She laughed. "Hell, I was the one who had to teach Jim a thing or two. As for the guys I fucked with in my freshman year, they were total assholes. They were dumbass extended high school boys who thought they were suddenly cool college guys, and that every girl should spread their legs for them because they said so. They were all just grabby horny jerks who figured that if they got you drunk and fucked you while you were passed out, they were studs. They had one goal, get your pants off, get their dick in you, and cum before you had time to change your mind. Most of the upper classmen weren't much better, especially a lot of the jocks and fraternity guys who thought it was cool to pin trophy panties of girls they balled up onto their wall. Some of my friends didn't care because they just thought it was great if they were 'lucky enough' to have one of the jocks stick their dick in them. The whole thing just turned me off." She reached across the table and put her hand over mind. "That's EXACTLY what I do NOT want for you to be. I don't want my brother being one of those grabby, horny assholes who are out to use some girl's pussy or mouth or ass as their own personal cum toilet. You need to understand that sex doesn't have to include some undying love followed by riding off into the sunset thing, but it does at least require some mutual respect. Most girls aren't going to want to have sex with you unless they at least 'like' you, and trust that you don't just want to use them for a jerk off machine. Most girls that you're going to meet in your first year are probably a bit uncertain about a lot of things, and in the learning process themselves. Some may just be sluts, but most just want a sincere friend to have good sex with. Remember, if a girl decides to have sex with you, she's not going to suddenly change her mind unless you turn into a jerk. You don't have to rush to get your dick in her before she even has her panties off. Take your time. Make it good for her. Let her make some of the decisions, and let her know you want her to get as much out of it as you do. She'll really appreciate that more than you realize, and she'll be back knocking on your door for more. If she gets the feeling that she's just your cum sponge, she's going to walk away quick. "So what about this older guy you knew", I asked taking a swig of the cold beer. She sighed, "Alright, you should probably know, but this falls into the Rule 1 category. You tell nobody....nobody. Mom and dad would really go nuts if they got even a hint. In my sophomore year, I started dating this older guy." "How old? Graduate student? Working guy?" I asked. "Well, he was 38." "Thirty eight!" I blurted. "That's almost as old as mom and dad. How the hell did you end up with him?" She rolled her eyes a little. "I know what you're going to think, but you have to hear me out. He was my French Lit professor." "Oh shit, Linda." I sighed. "You slept with one of your professors. Jesus, what a cliché. Christ, no wonder you wouldn't want mom and dad to find out. They'd have you locked up, or him maybe." "It wasn't what you think, Brad. I was 'legal'. Besides, it wasn't like some student fucking her prof for a grade. I was getting great grades in the class. It also wasn't like I had sophomoric stars-in-my eyes about this being the love of my life. Trust me, I knew there were no wedding bells out there because he was already married with three kids." "Oh great," I laughed. "My sister fucking her married French Lit professor who was old enough to be her father. I have to hear more. Chapter Two, s'il vous plait." "We became really good friends when I went to see him various times to discuss some of the optional books on the reading list. He was very smart and really funny and had gained a lot of experiences in Europe. He studied at the Sorbonne in Paris which is one of the oldest universities in the world. You think Harvard is old? This place was around 400 years before Harvard. This place doesn't take just anybody. After he graduated, he taught there as an assistant before getting a teaching position with a private school connected with the French government used for the kids of diplomats and rich-ass business people. During the summers, he traveled in Italy and Spain learning the languages there. He spoke four languages. All that, and he was still really a funny down to earth guy. We started going out for coffee or a glass of wine. He told me about some of the really famous French erotic literature by Anais Nin, and about her ménage a trios relationship with Henry and June Miller. He also gave me one of the famous French erotic novels, "The Story of O", which really turned me on by the way. We gradually moved to a much more intimate relationship and boy, did he know his stuff. Not anything like the asshole college boys. He knew how to take his time to please me, and satisfy me, and how to make me want it enough to beg for it. He taught me not to be ashamed or embarrassed about anything pleasurable. I learned how to use my fingers and hands and mouth and feet to pleasure him like he pleasured me." "Ok," I spoke up. "Feet? Spare me those details." "Listen, Brad. This is what I'm trying to do for YOU. You can either be an asshole that gets women pissed off because you're a selfish sex partner, or you can have them crawling to you. Personally, I'd like to know that my baby brother knows what he's doing and that I actually had some part in giving some as-yet unknown little college girls the times of their lives." "So what happened with him?" I asked. "Did his wife ever find out? Where the hell did you do the deed with him anyway?" "No, she never knew. We were very discreet and we were very up front about everything. Neither of us had any long term expectations. Frankly, I'm pretty sure I wasn't the first sophomore for him. We sometimes did it on this sofa in his office. A few times we went to a motel outside of town. A couple of times, we just went out in the car to this place he knew in the country. Let me tell you, Brad. There is nothing sexier and more of a rush than being naked in broad daylight having sex on a blanket." "Too much information," I cried holding my ears. "It finally ended after the school year. He was leaving with his family on a sabbatical. They were going over to France to live for a year because he wanted his kids to have that overseas experience. He used to write and send cards, but he told me there would be no safe address for me to send anything to him. We talked on the phone a few times though. I started dating Jim that year even though I also dated some other guys. You can bet they all got an education from me," she laughed. She stood up and put the plates and glasses on the counter and said, "Ok, my student, afternoon classes to begin in 5 minutes. I'll meet you in your room." Then she walked out. I went up to my room and was sitting on the bed when she came in with a little tube of something that she put on my night stand. She pulled off the tee shirt of mine that she had been wearing, and then kneeled down to pull off my sweatpants. My pecker was already perked, and she leaned forward and put it in her mouth. "Oh, man," I thought to myself, "I could really get used to this sort of action." She looked up and said, "Brad, I'm going to assume you know what 69 is even though I know you and Ellen never did anything like that." She sort of pushed me up onto the bed, put my cock back in her mouth and straddled me so that her pussy was right in my face. I'm a pretty quick learner, and she didn't have to tell me what to do, that's for sure. Her earthy sweet-sour scent filled my nostrils again and I began to fill her wet slit with my tongue. Oh the heaven of feeling her mouth work up and down my hardness while I tongued her wetness. Could there be anything more wonderful? I could have spent all afternoon like that, but without warning, she just climbed off and snuggled up to me. "Brad, can I assume that at some point you did Ellen doggie style?" she asked. She got onto all fours and bunched a pillow under her belly, "I hope I don't have to tell you what to do next." I crawled behind her and slipped my dick into her openly displayed hole. "Slap my ass," she said. I wasn't sure what she wanted so I gave her ass cheek a little slap. "Harder, Brad!" she insisted, "like you mean it!" I gave her a good thwack and she screamed a little. "Again!" she insisted. "The other cheek too." I gave her another smack on her right cheek and she bucked a little and yelped. Then I gave her to good ones on her left cheek, and I could see both ass cheeks getting a little red. "mmmmm," she moaned. "Now, I don't want you to stop fucking me, but I want you to reach over and get that tube off the night table. It's lube. Squeeze a good dollop on my asshole. Yeah, that's good. Now ease a finger into my ass. I did as I was told and she groaned a little. I my mind was racing not totally sure where she might be going with this. God could she want that? "Two fingers now, Brad," she said huskily. "Yeah, now three. Slowly and rotate them a little. That's good. That's good. Now, I want you to take your dick out, move it up and slowly, and I do mean slowly, ease it into my asshole. I'll tell you how." I pulled my cock out of her pussy and held it in my hand. It was super slick from her juice and hard as a rock. I pushed it a little into her asshole, but it wouldn't go. "Push harder, Brad," she insisted, "but slowly, slowly. I'm going to really relax." I pushed and slowly the head of my dick disappeared into her ass. My heart was pounding. Then it gradually slipped in another inch, two, almost three. "That's enough," she yelped. "Now slowly fuck it in and out about an inch." I watched as I moved my cock in and out a little. She was so tight. She moaned and reached up to play with her own pussy, sticking her fingers in it and out and working her clit like crazy. "Oh Jesus! Oh shit!," she kept moaning louder and louder till she let out that orgasmic bellow I had heard earlier. I could feel her asshole throbbing on my cock and I couldn't hold back. "Rule 2, Linda. Rule 2," I shouted and quick pulled my cock out. It erupted white lava all over her asshole and down her crack on to her cunt. I fell forward on her as she was still working her clit and moaning. We laid there for a good while panting, and she finally said, "Brad, Sweet Baby Bro, did you spunk your goo all over my ass crack? "You told me not to cum in you and you didn't tell me what to do," I retorted. She laughed, "You know, Baby Bro, no woman ever got pregnant by having a guy cum in her mouth or in her ass. Rule 2 is primarily for when you're fucking my cunt. However, I do applaud you for being considerate. Now, if you please, get some tissues quick so I can clean up before this all leaks onto your sheets." After cleaning up, she drew me too her, laid us both back on the bed and cradled my head in her neck. She stroked my hair and said, "Please tell me that so far, this has been the greatest day of your life." I laughed, and she put me in a head lock and said, "I think we've done enough for today. I probably won't be able to sit down till tomorrow after that last session. Besides, we both could use hot showers. I promised Jim that I'd call him long distance this afternoon. After that, maybe later we could go out for pizza. I'll even buy." That evening at the pizza shop, a couple of my friends happened to come in and as soon as they saw us came up and with a flourish mock surprise one spoke up, "Oh Brad. I didn't know you had started dating your sister. Are you guys going steady?" Linda shot him "the look", the same look she used to give the older kids that sometimes used to tease me by taking my toys when I was a tyke. It was that look that said, "Shut your trap or I'll put my foot some place that will keep you from ever having kids." They sort of shut up on that line, and just chatted a minute asking how Linda was doing at college and simple stuff before slinking to a booth in the back. I looked up at Linda and grinned, "If they only knew. If they only knew." She just grinned back. The next day we had more adventures, but made sure we cleaned up well before mom and dad got home. During the next two months, we had sex about a dozen or so times. It was mostly when mom and dad were out during their weekly bridge night, but they did go to the shore another weekend. One time, Linda took me in her car to an isolated spot in the state park near the reservoir, and we did it on a blanket. She was right. There is no greater rush than having sex out in the open in broad daylight. We only did it once though because we figured there was always the risk of some hiker or a ranger wandering buy. We also did it in the back seat of her car at night, but not at the regular spot where all the kids went to park. That would have been too risky. I didn't like it that way because it reminded me too much of my times with Ellen. Our sexual liaisons became much less like "lessons" and more like just two people who cared about each other having sex. As the summer came to an end, she told me she was happy to see that I had learned my way around a woman much better than when we started. By the beginning of September, she was back off to college, and a week later mom and dad drove me up to my school just outside of Boston. I'm sure Linda and Jim were getting back up to speed in the bedroom as well as being busy at school I was pretty busy too getting used to the new life, so we didn't speak much, although she called a couple of times to see how I was doing. We didn't see each other till Christmas and then only for a few days because she and Jim were going off skiing for a week and then they were going to visit his family for a bit. Mom wasn't really thrilled about her going off with Jim alone, but I think she thought they were really serious and eventually headed down the aisle. A few months later, they also went off together to Florida for spring break. However, it wasn't long after that when they decided to go their separate ways. Linda had told me the previous summer that they probably weren't a permanent thing and neither one of them was ready to make that step. Jim accepted a position with the engineering firm outside of LA where he had interned the previous summer. Linda got a great job with a publishing company in New York. She says it was because of her broad literature background and good grades, but frankly, I think her college professor friend had some pull because of a couple of books he had published through them. He had returned from his sabbatical, but Linda said that they had only remained platonic friends. About two years later, Linda married Frank, a guy she had met in New York and about a year later, they made me an uncle for the first time. Little girl who stole my heart the first time I held her. That all happened about the time I graduated and got a job with an engineering company right in the Boston area. My years at school were both busy and tough as well as sometimes being pretty nice. I had about half a dozen girlfriends during those years. I know that may not seem like a lot, but I've never been the quick hook up and run type. Most of my relationships lasted many months, and in one case over a year. Linda's lessons did me well, and what she had told me was true. I always took my time with my girlfriends and never pushed them into things they were a little uncertain about. I let them sort of decide when they were ready to expand the envelope, and just about all of them ended up broadening their sexual horizon and expanding their repertoire. I think I sort of became their "Linda", and my sister was right. They were always pleased and satisfied and kept knocking at my door for more. A couple of years after I started my career, I married Janet. That was about the time Linda and Frank made me an uncle again. A bruiser of a boy this time. It was about two years later that Janet and I had our own future running back. Linda and I would see each other when our families got together at the holidays or at various family weddings and funerals. We didn't have sex together during that time, and we never even talked about that summer of '64 and the only clue we thought about it was perhaps a hug when that lasted a few seconds longer than might be expected when greeting at Thanksgiving or a few extra seconds of eye contact and little smile across the dinner table at Christmas. It was like that until the floor of my world fell out in the early '80's. Velvet Taboo Janet and I had been married nearly 12 years and had two kids. Things hadn't been that great in our marriage for a couple of years, but I figured it was sort of typical. I admit that I was spending way too much time at work, but I was at the peak of my career and moving into more and more responsibility. Janet had her hands full with the kids and her job and there were times when we hardly spoke other than to talk about which bills had to be paid first. Then one day, she hit me with a brick from out of the clouds. She wanted a divorce. Turns out that she had been having an affair with some married guy for nearly two years, and they both decided that it would better for both of them to break out of their respective marriages and ride off into the sunset together. Shit. Easy for her to say. I felt like a spear had been pushed slowly through my heart. I moved out to my own apartment, and all of that horrible divorce paperwork and crap started. I was a fucking mess, and went into a deep depression. I didn't eat right. I didn't sleep right. I drank way too much. Somehow I kept my career together, but after work my life consisted of coming home, eating a TV dinner which I washed down with beer and followed that up with scotch for the rest of the evening till I passed out on the sofa. Mom and dad were worried and must have made that concern well known to Linda. One Friday evening she called me. "Hey, Baby Bro," she said pretty quietly, "We are all pretty worried about you. You can't keep living like a hermit. I know you're hurt as hell, but you need to get back on the horse and back into life. I'm coming up there tomorrow for the weekend so we can have a good heart-to-heart. I'm not accepting 'no', so I'm going to hang up the phone and not answer it if you are stupid enough to call back. I'll see you about lunch time tomorrow. Just do me one favor and make sure your apartment doesn't look and smell like baboons have been living there." I quietly agreed. I did my best that evening and the next morning to clean up a little, and the doorbell rang a little after noon. She stood in the doorway with her overnight bag. She didn't say a word. Just came in and hugged me for a long time. Finally, she came in, took off her coat and went to freshen up. I made sandwiches. "Beer or wine?" I asked. "Something much stronger," she suggested. I poured two healthy scotches over ice and we sat on the sofa where she started in with the sisterly lecture about needing to get out of my funk and back into the world. Maybe the scotch on and empty stomach that early in the day was getting to both of us, but the next thing I knew, she was stroking my thighs. I didn't stop her. She undid my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. "Just roll with this, Brad. I've been thinking about this and how you seemed to be in pretty much the same state of mind as you were about 20 years ago. Just please let your Big Sis be here for you again." She pulled down my pants and began licking my balls and cock. Pretty soon my cock was in her mouth, and I didn't protest at all despite that part of my brain that said I should. Instead, I sat up and gently pushed her head back and looked into her eyes. Without a word, I started to pull her sweater over her head and unbutton her blouse. I undid her bra, and then pulled off her jeans and panties. There, again, my big sister, totally naked before my eyes for the first time in nearly two decades. Time had softened her thighs and breasts a little and had added a little layer of pillow around her middle, but for a woman over 40 she was outstanding. I pushed her knees open and started slowly kissing and nibbling up her thighs. I looked up at her. "Please don't stop me," I whispered. "I really do need this." With that, my face went to her crotch. The scent of her and taste of her was as if it had been burned into my memory banks. As similar as various women smell and taste, there is always a bit of a difference. Just like a wine or a single malt scotch, there are always nuances that let you recognize one from the other. I continued licking and nibbling and pressed my face into the warm wetness of her most secret woman parts. Soon she was writhing and moaning, and it wasn't long before she pulled my face hard to her and let out that bellow that I remembered from the summer long ago. She held me there till I felt her relax and then I got up to my knees between her legs and slid my hard cock into her accepting cunt. I started to fuck her slowly and gently and then faster and harder. Then even harder. Something inside me snapped and all of the frustration and anger and pent up stress of the past 6 months was rushing through me like a flood-swollen river. I fucked her harder and harder, slamming into her. I couldn't control myself. She never stopped me, but just held her legs wide, and took it. She submitted herself to letting me fuck her like a pent up bull in heat. I could feel myself getting closer to a breaking point, but I never forgot one of her main rules. I pulled my cock out and volleys of cum shot all over her tits and face as I screamed out like a bull just given the coup de grace by a matador under a brutal Spanish summer sun. I collapsed onto her. She folded me into her arms and for the first time in as long as I could remember, felt safe, and warm, and loved. We laid there for a good while. I had almost dozed when I felt her push my head up and looked me in the eyes. "Man," she grinned. "I think my Baby Bro was in real need to let it all out. I hope that's a good first step back to the real world." I sat up and said a bit sheepishly, "I hope I didn't hurt you and I hope you aren't upset with me for going a little crazy." She put her arm over my shoulder. "Baby Bro, I couldn't have fantasized that this afternoon could be any better." She gave my shoulder a little kiss and said, "I think those sandwiches you made are sitting there drying out and I'm actually pretty hungry." With that, she gave me one of her little punches on the arm and got up to go to the table. She never bothered to get dressed, but sat down and started eating. I followed. We ate, we talked about the divorce, my job, the kids, Frank, mom and dad. Finally she said. "How about a nice hot shower together? We haven't done that since forever. Remember the fun we had that summer?" She headed to the bathroom. I put the dishes in the sink and followed. She was already under the hot stream of water when I joined her. We soaped each other up, making sure we relished washing each other's most intimate parts as we laughed. We hugged and washed each other's backs. Finally we toweled off and found our way to my bed where we had a slightly calmer repeat of what had happened before lunch. We ended up dozing in each other's arms and it was almost dinner time when we woke up. "Holy crap," I said. "We just slept the afternoon away." She just rolled over and agreed that we perhaps both needed it. She sat up and ran her hands through her hair. She reached for the phone on my night stand and said, "I need to call Frank and tell him I got here ok. I should have called when I got here and he's probably worried." It was pretty weird lying naked next to my sister who was also naked while she talked to her husband. However, I don't think either of us had any worry about the security of Frank's position. I knew she really loved him, and she knew I did as well, and this whole thing truly posed no threat to Frank as long as he never found out. I'm sure he would have been totally grossed out by it, and I know the type of relationship I had with my sister would not be understood by 99.9% of the general population. She handed me the phone because Frank wanted to talk to me to see how I was doing. "Much better since Linda's here," I said. "It has really helped to see her." After I hung up the phone she said, "How about you take your big sister out for a nice dinner. Some good local place, I'm too tired for a trip into the city." We went to this nice Italian neighborhood place I know that had been owned and operated by the same family for nearly 40 years. We talked. We drank wine and ate. We talked some more. Finally we went back to my place. Earlier I had put Linda's overnight bag on the bet in the second bedroom. She looked in, turned and said, "Spare bedrooms are for guests and I'd like to think I'm not just some guest." We hugged. After washing up, we climbed into my bed, cuddled, and had sweet sex, not like the raging bull I had been earlier. We fell asleep. Next morning, I awoke to Linda fondling me. "Time to get up," she grinned. "I think part of you already has." We had that nice relaxed early-morning sex that most people love on Sunday mornings. Showered and I made a late breakfast. Hell, it was almost more of a lunch. Linda finished her coffee and took my hand. "I'd better be hitting the road. I know Frank wouldn't want me getting back too late. Besides, I think you may be starting to get out of that funk you've been in for the past half year." "You got that right." I agreed. "I think you finally fucked me out of my funk." She busted out in a belly laugh. I watched her pack her bag and we hugged before she headed to the door saying, "Please call me and let me know you're doing ok. We all worry about you, Baby Bro." One more hug and she was headed to the elevator. I watched out the window till I saw her car pull onto the street. I did come out of my funk over the next couple of weeks. I started feeling like a man again and even started going out with the guys and getting back into running and then into skiing when the winter came. The following spring, I met Sarah at a 5K run. She was struggling at the last half mile e as I was. We started seeing each other, and about a year later got married. She had two kids of her own, and it wasn't long before we were functioning like a real family. Time marched on as it does with most families. I'd usually only see Linda at the holidays, weddings, and funerals. Unfortunately, one of those funerals in the early 90's was my dad's. Mom tried to act the stoic, but I could see she was hurting to her core. We all tried to help, but I think it was even harder on Linda than mom. She'd visit mom a lot more than I did, and I felt a little guilty about that, but she was a good 3-4 hours closer to her than I was. Eventually, we talked mom into moving into a retirement community where she didn't have to worry about the house and all the maintenance. She could still have her own apartment and take care of herself, but it was a "gated" community, so she would be safe. They also had onsite care and services for anything. She and her lady friends went to shows, traveled, the whole nine yards. All was pretty good until about 6 years later, mom passed. It was tough for all of us, but we got through that and we all settled back in, until a couple of years later, Frank went suddenly. An aneurism the doctors said. He just go up to get a drink, fell over, and was gone. Just like that. It was actually Linda's daughter that called. She said her mom was totally devastated by the suddenness of it all. I could see that at the funeral. Linda looked like she was shell shocked. Just sitting there. Seven or so months went by and we spoke very sparingly. My niece kept calling me and saying how worried she was about her mom, but that she seemed to have shut her and her brother out. I struggled with the thoughts in my mind for almost a month. Finally I called her. "Sis," I think I need to come see you. Don't say no. Just know I'll be there tomorrow." It was late afternoon when I rang the bell. The door opened and she just stood there looking at me as I enveloped her in my arms. I brought my bag in and went to use the bathroom. When I came out, she was just sitting on the sofa with a drink. She offered me one, and I accepted. After some small talk, there was a silence, and I just reached over and pulled her to me. It pained me to see my protective big sister being so docile and weak. I started to rub her back and shoulders and neck. She just pressed herself to me enjoying the sensuous pleasure of it. I took a risk and pulled her sweater up and undid her bra. No resistance. I pulled the sweater and bra over her head and laid her back against the arm of the sofa. Her eyes were closed. The breasts that once were so firm and perky were now full and pendulous. She was still beautiful especially given that she was now nearly 60. I cupped both breasts, and she let out a sigh. Then I brought my lips to her right nipple and gently drew it between my lips. She squirmed and held my face to her breast as I slowly licked and gently sucked. She started to rock her hips against me as I moved to her left breast. Her eyes were still closed as I sat up and undid the button of her jeans and pulled them down, bringing her panties with them. She now lay totally naked in front of me, and it brought back memories of the first time I had seen her naked nearly 40 years earlier. The years had added some flesh to her legs and there was a mature softness in her belly, but still a beauty. I looked up to her face and her eyes now met mine. She smiled, "The years have taken their toll, Baby Bro. Sorry about that." I smiled back. "You're wrong, Sis. The years may have mellowed both of us, but you are every bit as beautiful as the first day I saw you in my room that summer." With that, I bent forward and kissed her belly, rolling my tongue in her navel. Then I kissed and licked down to the top of her hair line, but by passed her pussy to her thighs, just as on that first day. Slowly she opened her legs to reveal her warm wet pussy. I gently kissed her lips and then opened them with my tongue to explore her hole and up to her clit. She squirmed and whimpered. Without saying a word, she sat up and began opening my belt and pants. I stood so she could pull them down. In the past, my cock would have probably already have been standing out like a flag pole, but the years had had their effect on me too. She said nothing but simply took my cock into her mouth. Within seconds of feeling her lips around me and her tongue licking at the head of my dick, it began to respond and fill to more useful proportions. She laid back and lifted her knees out. "Fuck me, Brad. Please. I so badly need to feel like a woman again." I pushed my cock into the yielding warm moist softness between her legs. She lifted her hips to meet me. I fucked her slowly and deeply and she met my rhythm in perfect synchronism. Her hand went to her clit and rotated as I fucked her. Soon she was breathing harder and working her hips and hand. I could feel like I was losing control and said, "Time for rule 2, Sis", but she wrapped her legs around me. "No need for that anymore. Just let it go. Please," she cried. I lost it. I could feel my juice pumping into her as I bellowed out, "Oh my GOD!" She met me with her own scream squeezing her legs tighter around me. I just kept cumming and thinking, "Oh God, I'm actually cumming into my sister. After 40 years I'm pumping my whole load into her." Logically I knew she must be past menopause, and there was no longer any risk of pregnancy, but still, the emotion of it hit me hard. She started to cry. More than cry. She wailed like a banshee and held me tight sobbing and sobbing and I could do nothing but hold on and cry with her. I think all of her grief since Frank's death was pouring out of her at that moment. Ten minutes must have gone by until she stopped enough to say, "Please, Brad. Get me some tissues. I'm so sorry." I came back with the tissues. "Hey," I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder. "If you say you're sorry again, I'll whack you. I think it's about time that you really let it all out. You need to let your grief out." I pulled her down on the sofa next to me and we laid there for a long time. Finally she pushed up and said. "We need to put something on so I can make you some dinner. Please let me make you a nice dinner." She picked up my tee shirt and pulled it over her head. I couldn't help smiling. Déjà vu. I put on my shorts and my shirt as I watched her in the kitchen. She pulled some shrimp out of the freezer and sautéed them with peppers and tomatoes and garlic and made fra diavalo, one of my long time favorites. I opened a bottle of Valpolicella and we ate like we hadn't eaten for days. We took poured sambuca into some fresh brewed coffee, and took it into the living room along with cookies where we talked for nearly two hours. It seemed like Linda had a lot to pour out of her, but it also seemed like maybe she was at least starting to think about the next steps back to living again. Finally, she took me by the hands and uttered her famous line, "We need a nice hot shower," and lead me toward the bathroom. We stood together hugging under the stream of hot water while soaped each other, admittedly along with a lot of fondling, and finally stepped out to soft towels. It was time for bed, not necessarily sleep, but time for bed none the less. I started toward her bedroom and she steered me to the guest room. "I really don't feel comfortable sleeping with you in Frank's bed. Can you understand that? Can you accept that? I loved him so much," she said. "Absolutely," I agreed. "I hope you know how much I loved him too." As we crawled into bed, she nudged me to a side-to-side 69, something both of us always had a fondness for. We lay there for a long time delighting in being orally teased and tantalized while doing the same for the other. She rolled onto her back, spread, raised her knees and said, "I want you to fuck me like you did earlier." I knelt between her spread legs, gently pushed my hard cock into her, watched as it penetrated all the way, and lowered myself on top of her. She held me tightly in her arms as I fucked her deeply and slowly. As earlier, her hand went to her clit, but she would also let it wander to my cock as it stroked in and out of her. She would then raise it to my nose and mouth and I would take her fingers into my mouth after which she would return to herself stimulation. I could tell she was getting close to the edge and then she went over the precipice into a spiral of orgasmic release. I knew I was nearly there too, and as before, pushed deeply into her as I got near. "Let it go, Brad. Let it go inside me. Give it all to me." And I did with a final thrust and an arch of my back as both of us screamed out our pleasure. She reached to grab my ass and pull me tightly into her as I finally spent every last drop and fell onto her breathing heavily. I laid there in her arms as she stroked my hair and I kissed her neck. I finally went soft and my spent dick slid out of her. I rolled off as she rolled onto her side. Then I spooned up behind her, and we both fell asleep. In the morning, we made love again. I say "made love" for the first time in 40 years rather than just "had sex" or "fucked", because for the first time, that's what it sort of felt like. It wasn't "husband-wife" love, but something perhaps even closer in some respect. I mean, we did share the same blood. We always had something out of the ordinary from what I could tell from other brothers and sisters I knew. It was so very intimate yet never in a possessive way that would have ever threatened either of our marriages. I couldn't really explain it, but I it took me 40 years to really acknowledge it to myself. Linda went to shower, but didn't suggest that I follow. I watched her head to the kitchen as I headed to the shower myself. We had a really nice leisurely breakfast and went for a walk along the river near her house. The early Autumn air felt good but was a little chilly when the breeze kicked up. She snuggled into me to put her arm around my waist, and I put mine around her shoulder. We found a quiet spot to sit on a rock, and just watched the water flow by carrying a flotilla of leaves to parts unknown.