“Alex?”

“Yeah, Ma…”

“I need you to do something for me.”

“Sure, Ma.”

“I need you to teach your sister about sex.”

“Ah, Isn’t she a little young?”

“I don’t have time, could you just help me on this please?”

“Okay, Ma.”

I got a hug and a smooch and Ma was out the door. Of course I’d help her. She worked hard to support of us since my worthless father left us. Left us high and dry, too. Bills and crap and him off in some foreign country with some foreign whore. Okay, we really didn’t know if she was a whore, but what else should we call her?

I would have thought that since Ma was a nurse she would want to teach Brit about sex herself, but I guess she felt she had taught me good enough to pass on the knowledge. Only I needed some brushing up if I was going to do the job right.

So I went online to cover all the basics, especially female anatomy since my sister was a girl after all. I kind of wondered why Ma wanted Brit to know about sex since she didn’t teach me anything until last year after I got all the useless crap they show us in sixth grade. I doubt she had her first period yet since she was only ten. Maybe she was asking questions and Ma just kept putting it off.

So the following morning at breakfast I told Brit I was going to teach her about sex, to which she immediately said, “I thought Ma was gonna do it.”

I only could say, “I thought so too, but she wants me to.”

Half an hour later I had printouts I had made from Gray’s Anatomy and anatomy websites showing the prostate and related plumbing. Ma had gotten up to use the bathroom and wandered in the kitchen to observe. We both noticed her and looked up. She only smiled at us before wandering back to bed.

After lecturing and explaining things, I pulled down my pants and took out my junk to show her. I pointed at the various parts and quizzed her on them and what they did. Maybe you think it strange that I’d just take out my junk and show it to my sister, but she’d seen it only a couple days ago in the shower. Since Ma is a nurse, she doesn’t get all bent out of shape about nudity the way a lot of people do. In two days Ma has a day off and I’ll expect her to show Brit her vagina and cervix. She showed me, after all.

But during our next shower together, Brit pointedly asked me about sperm and how it comes out. Of course we rubbed each other in the shower, but it was only playful – not seriously trying to get each other off. I had just assumed Brit was too young anyway. I told her that was for another lesson, but she persisted and begged and pleaded they way only a little sister can do so I finally relented and stroked one out for her.

“Wow!” she said as I shot wads of goo on the shower wall. She put her finger in it and smeared it around with unabashed curiosity. She didn’t taste it or anything, and helped me wipe it off and clean it up with toilet paper so it wouldn’t stick up the drain.

The next lesson was female anatomy, and Ma cooperated by having Brit look up her vagina and relating things to the female images I had printed out. She complemented me on the time I had taken to find the images and regretted she hadn’t done the same for me. I was a little proud of myself. Of course I had Brit pull down her pants and show me her girl junk, even though most of it was hidden she still had to point where inside her body it was and what it did.

The next lesson was reproduction, and of course there was a boatload of images for that, probably because you can’t actually see it with the naked eye. Sperm. Egg. You know.

Next came sexual activity. I couldn’t find a cross section showing copulation anywhere and ended up putting one together myself.

And as for photos, well, it was hard to find tasteful porn, you know? The kind that was serious and artistic, so as to be appropriate for educational use. I wanted Brit to see ‘copulation’ and ‘fellatio’ and ‘cunnilingus’ and other relevant techniques without it seeming smutty. I finally gave up and ended up Photoshopping the least obnoxious images I could find.

“That’s not fair!” Brit shouted. I shushed her, reminding her Ma was still on night shift and therefore asleep. I had just explained to her that a woman’s orgasm was totally unnecessary for reproduction.

“I’m sorry, Brit. That’s the way it is.”

As the lecture continued, Brit learned it was easier for the female to have orgasms, and more of them.

“How?” she asked.

“Well, you do it yourself when you rub your clitoris, you know?”

“No,” she said as she looked down. Ashamed? That she hadn’t figured out how to make herself come? I kind of thought you had to have hormones first to want to do it, but I guess not really. I didn’t figure it out until a year and a half ago.

When Ma said I’d have to teach my sister about sex I didn’t expect this.

“Okay, Brit. Come here,” I went to the living room and sat on the floor, my back up against the sofa. I spread my legs and patted the floor in front of me for her to sit. She started to and I stopped her, “No, pull down your pants first.” I meant for her to just pull down her pants, since panties being up or down wouldn’t matter, but she pulled everything down and sat with her back leaning into me.

No panties was a little easier, I had Brit spread her legs wide. I wet my fingers in my mouth, and just started feeling around until I found her clit and began rubbing. “Now you tell me what feels good,” I instructed.

I rubbed harder, softer, longer, shorter, in circles, to the sides… it was like it wasn’t making any difference. Finally I pinched her clit. Her whole body jerked.

“Yes, but softer,” she said quietly.

So I gently pinched and pulled at her clit as she twitched and jerked and made little grunting noises. I hooked and probed her cunt with my little finger, but I didn’t think that made any difference. I heard her take a deep breath and managed to clamp my other hand over her mouth as she had her first orgasm. “MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm!! MMmmmmmmm!” it was still pretty loud.

I let her go when I was sure she’d stay quiet.

“Ohhhh, thank you!” she said as she turned to me and gave me not one but three kisses to show her appreciation.

I suppose reading a story like this you thought we then proceeded to have animal rutting right there in the middle of the living room floor, but you’d be wrong. Brit was quite happy to play with her new toy by herself. She never asked and I never offered.

You have to remember, at the time she was ten. A child. Though we were close and affectionate, she was still my baby sister that I had to take care of.

It wouldn’t stay that way.

Fast forward three years:

I was 16 and Brittany was 13. I had a girlfriend the previous year, and we lost our virginity to each other. But she dumped me for another guy. I had just assumed Brit was curious about boys, but she never said anything and I never asked. Brit had a nice butt, some hair around her cunt, and 32B tits. I know the last because it was like every other day she wanted me to hook up or unhook her bra.

Since we still showered together once or twice a week, my hands were all over those tits, ass, cunt and everywhere else as I washed her. And her hands were all over me. It seemed a sexual tension was growing between us, and we spent a few extra minutes in the shower than just the previous year.

But then I did something that changed the playful tone between us. After Brit had finished washing me, my cock was mostly hard, sticking straight out. I took it and poked her clit with it, then gave her a quick smooch and smiled. She had this intense look in her eyes. I just turned around and rinsed off and got out. We had things to do and she didn’t follow me.

The next time we showered together, I had forgotten it. But she didn’t. When we were nearly finished, she put her hand around my cock and started squeezing and rubbing to bring it to life. She then pulled it to her and poked at her clit with it, nearly shouting to be heard over the shower spray, “Do that every time!”

So I took my cock and poked her a couple times and rubbed it up and down on her clit. Again she got that intense look, and I saw her nipples had sprung up despite the heat of the shower. Hm. I got out of the shower and dried off and went to my room. I was lying on my bed, spread eagle, tired but relaxed after a long day, and Brit came in after drying her hair.

Neither of us had bothered to dress yet, so my naked little sister climbs right on my bed and lies down on top of me, being sure to grind her crotch into mine. She just hugs me at first, head on my shoulder, since I’m all spread out, her legs are between mine.

“Alex?” she asks, “Can we… do stuff… together?”

“Stuff?” I ask.

“You know… like… sexual stuff.” She blushed.

“Like…?”

“Like kissing. Annnnd… mmmaaaaybeee… humping?” Her blush increased considerably.

I thought for a minute, Brit was starting to stir, thinking maybe I was mad at her or something, “Why?” I asked.

Her pause was more brief, “Because I trust you.” The look on her face was sincere. Hopeful. And trusting.

She trusted me. Not loved me, we both loved each other and we both knew it. No, trust was the important thing here.

I smiled, “Okay.” My arms came up off the bed to gently hold her. The first smooch I gave her was the usual one, but then I started kissing her softly, nibbling, gently probing with my tongue. The only experience I had was with my ex-girlfriend, but she never said I was a bad kisser.

Brit tried to copy me, feeling awkward at first, getting the feel of it. But before long we were eagerly and sloppily sucking on each other’s face. As we did this, Brit began to squirm and grind a little. I’d feel her small tits rub across my chest and our pubes smear across each other.

She broke the kiss and smiled down at me, thrusting gently. I moved my legs together and at the same time reached around her to pry her thighs apart. She got it and was soon comfortably positioned, her slit along my hardening shaft. She just began thrusting then, rubbing her cunt and clit against my cock, I could feel the hard little nubbin as my cock head rubbed across it. My hands just gently brushed her back as she scraped away at my cock.

We both knew what felt wrong at the same time, and I reached over to grab some lube from my nightstand drawer. She lifted off me and I put a good dollop on my cock, then she spread it around with her cunt lips. We kept it up like that for a good ten minutes, then she rolled off me. She reached over and started tugging at my shoulder until I understood.

I got on top of her, but before I started humping I licked and sucked her tits first. I hadn’t done that since my ex-girlfriend and I missed it. I was a little surprised after all our years together I had never sucked on her nipples. It was an awesome feeling.

I humped my little sister, slowly at first, making sure the tip of my cock would rub against her clit. Then I increased the pace, sliding my shaft along her slippery crevice. I kept humping away at her as I felt her body twitch and wiggle underneath me.

Finally I was ready to come, and I don’t know why but suddenly I wanted to spray her with it. So I lifted myself off of her and started shooting all over her belly and tits. Instead of getting pissed, she started smearing it al over herself. I got tissues and helped her wipe it off, then took her hand and led her back to the shower.

After she rinsed the goo off herself I toweled her off and then wrapped my arms around her and assaulted her clit. I had remembered she needed kneading, that humping alone hadn’t made her come.  I pulled and pinched and tweaked until she wailed and turned into a quivering lump on the floor. I sat down on the floor beside her until her breathing returned to normal, then got up and helped her to her feet. I gave her a smooch and said, “Thank you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, “No, thank you!” and proceeded to suck on my face for a few minutes longer. Eventually she broke the kiss, we said our goodnights and went off to sleep.

The following day I was doing homework in my room when Brit came in. She put her arm around me and gave me a smooch on the cheek. I turned my chair around and held my hands our to her inviting her to sit in my lap. She sat, facing me, and I kissed her a few times. Then she blushed and quietly said, “I want to try oral.” When I didn’t respond, she added, “Pleeeeease?” and batted her eyelashes at me.

Well, what’s a big brother to do?

We stood and took off each other’s clothes, then I led her over to my bed and had her lie down with her legs spread wide so I had easy access to everything.

I had never done any oral with my girlfriend, but I had read a lot about how to do it ‘just in case’. It didn’t matter. I was totally lost. I started by closely examining Brit’s engorged cunt lips, noticing the moistness, and her clit, poking up out of its hood. I knew I would probably have to nibble and suck on it to make her come, but I wanted for her to have the full experience, even if it wasn’t the best experience due to my inexperience.

Basically, I just started lapping.

I licked up one side and down the other. I got up close and started nomming her cunt, poking my tongue in as far as I could, twirling around and flicking it side to side, up and down, every which way. She started moaning and squirming around, so I was encouraged.

I tasted her girl-juice, wondering why there wasn’t a more specific name for it other than ‘vaginal secretions’. She tasted salty and tangy, not quite like blood, and a little bitter. I thought about all the porn nonsense I had seen where they always describe how good pussy juice tastes (I had decided just then to call it ‘pussy juice’), and decided to try something.

“Be right back!” I called as I bolted from her and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed the first thing I thought of, which was chocolate syrup. It could just as easily have been strawberry jam. I ran back, not having been gone more than 20 seconds, and my sister was keeping herself busy with her fingers.

I didn’t even let her look at the bottle too closely as I douched her cunt with the cold chocolate. “Ooooohh,” she moaned, experience the sensation of the chocolate. I was afraid the cold would annoy her, but I guess it didn’t. I started sampling the treat and discovered that, yes, chocolate flavored pussy juice was certainly better than plain. I nibbled her chocolatey cunt lips, french kissing them, tonguing away, then just plain lapping around until I got to her clit.

There I licked, nibbled and teased before I got down to the serious nipping and sucking I knew she needed to come. Finally I started gently chewing, kneading and sometimes gently biting as my hands held and squeezed her ass cheeks. I was rewarded for my efforts by wailing and bucking, my arms having to strain to hold her in position as my mouth ravaged her clit.

She quieted and stilled, and just as I released her and was going to move up to kiss her, she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her, wrapping her arms and legs around me. “MMMMMmmmmmm… I looooove youuuuu…”

I couldn’t breathe to speak, so fierce was her embrace. As her strength waned, I was able to move and give my little sister the smooch I had intended. But she didn’t hold still for that, instead grabbing me with renewed strength and proceeded to treat my mouth to the lovemaking I had just given her cunt.

Finally spent, we laid next to each other on my bed. I had dozed off apparently, as I woke to find Brit playing with my cock. “Both heads are waking up now,” she observed. And indeed my shaft was stiffening as she gently laid her tongue on it. Not moving or licking at all, just to experience the texture as I felt the warm wetness of her tongue.

“What’s it feel like?” I asked.

“Penis,” she said simply.

I half-chuckled thinking I’d either have to try my own dick or someone else’s, and neither idea appealed to me.

Brit started sucking then, just putting the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it as though it were a lollipop. “MMMMmmm…” I said. It really felt great. She slowly started moving it in and out of her mouth, going a little deeper each time. I wondered if she was imagining what a cock would be like going into her cunt.

Then suddenly I was imagining MY cock going into HER cunt. That was a little too much to think about, had she not been stimulating my cock, it probably would have started to go limp. But as it was, she drew it deeper and deeper into her mouth, and the wonderful sensation overwhelmed me because before I knew it I came, shooting off a wad of spooge into my sister’s mouth.

“Gaack!” Brit said as she choked. The second eruption caught her right in the face. She clamped her hand over the tip to stop the third, fourth, and fifth. She continued to cough, but I couldn’t help her, overwhelmed by my orgasm and the sight of her sperm-covered face. It was hard (pun intended) not to laugh.

I guess she had forgotten the demonstration in the shower, the force of the eruption. “You could’ve warned me,” she said, admonishingly.

“No, I couldn’t. It happened just like that – no warning at all.”

When I recovered I helped her sop up the mess with tissues, then we went to clean each other off in the bathroom. She still coughed occasionally.

“That bad, huh…” I joked.

“I could have drowned! You could have killed me!”

I just hugged her then, knowing she was half joking.

“So, um,” Suddenly I was embarrassed, “how… how did it taste?”

She stopped to ponder for a moment’ “Not as good as I’d read,” she answered honestly. “Like salty cheese and wet fish stick coating.”

“Wet fish stick coating?!” I laughed.

“Well, I can’t think of anything else to compare it to.”

We hugged and kissed good night.

Then the bomb dropped.

A couple days later it was evening when Ma called upstairs to us, “Could you come down here please?”

I came out of the bathroom and Brit came out of her room and we went downstairs, not thinking anything of it.

“Come and sit down,” Ma said.

Uh-oh. This was serious. And Ma looked, what… anxious?

We went into the living room and sat on the sofa, watching Ma pace back and forth in front of us as she gathered her thoughts…

“Have you two had sex yet? With each other?”

I automatically answered “No,” at the same time Brit said “Not yet.”

My eyes popped open as I turned to look at her. Yet?

Ma continued, “I have to tell you something. Something very important.

“You never really knew your Uncle Marty. He died way too soon. I loved him dearly, and I still miss him so much. This will come as a huge shock to you, but… Uncle Marty is really your father.”

Huge shock was an understatement. Uncle Marty my father? Our father? That means Ma and Marty are – were – are – brother and sister? And our parents? And if Uncle Marty is our father as well as our uncle, that means Ma is our aunt as well as our mother, and… Confusing as well as shocking.

Ma let us puzzle it out for ourselves.

When we finished, we looked at each other, then back to Ma with wide open eyes.

“I’m not finished yet,” Ma said. Oh, boy… what else?

“You remember Grandma and Grandpa?”

“Yes,” we softly said together. Grandma died when I was seven and Grandpa died when I was ten.

“You understand that they were your only real grandparents?”

We nodded.

“Well, um… they were siblings too.”

Holy fuck! Just like the inbred Royals in Europe!

Brit asked, “But doesn’t that mean birth defects?”

I suddenly remembered being told about the bone deformity I had been born with. It was fixed when I was two. I didn’t know anything about Brit aside from the birthmark on her leg.

“Yes Brittany, it does.”

Brit ordered her thoughts as she spoke, “So… you’re worried… we’re gonna…” her voice trailed off.

Ma sighed, “I guess I’m not worried so much. Both of you have said you don’t want to have children.”

That was true. Sometimes we’d all be sitting and talking at the table, or watching something on TV, and observe the sorry state the world was in, and that we thought it would be wrong to bring a child into it. I wasn’t specifically thinking about my sister when I said that, I had meant with anyone. I don’t know what Brit was thinking, but it was probably just the same as me.

We all sat looking at each other.

Finally Ma said, “Brittany, I want to get you an IUD.”

That was a new shock for me, regardless of what Brit was thinking. Ma had just condoned if not actually encouraged our, uh, relationship?

No one said anything, it was all understood. Finally Ma went into the kitchen. I got up and went upstairs to my room, my mind in a daze. I undressed for bed and went into the bathroom to wash and brush my teeth, then back to my room to go to bed.

I didn’t even notice Brit following me until I turned around and there she was.

I looked at her, and she had that shy smile on her face. I figured out then that whatever other girls I may date or even sleep with, my sister Brittany had claimed me. I belonged to her.

I gave her a hug. I guess I just expected her to go to her room to sleep, but she followed me right into my bed. Nothing sexual then, she just needed to snuggle and feel close. I remembered then she hadn’t done that in a couple years, I had just assumed she had outgrown the need. We snuggled together and fell asleep, not speaking, each thinking our own thoughts.

We woke together. I had been plagued by strange dreams, and the look on my sister’s face told me it had been the same for her. I didn’t say anything, just moved closer to her, and she to me. We snuggled up together, sharing the oddness of our situation.

We were children of a sibling couple, who were children of a sibling couple. Ma hadn’t said anything about what went on before that, but I doubt it went back much farther, simply because the risk of defectives would increase so much.

So for us, it seemed, there was an inbred component to inbreeding. We were attracted to each other on a level more fundamental than sex or even love. Of course, should we choose to actually have a relationship as adults, it would likely prove to be problematic.

After the weirdness wore off, we acted surprisingly normal around each other, still sharing a hug or kiss and cuddling. But it seemed neither of us wanted anything sexual with the other, even our shower play wasn’t as exciting (well, at least not to me). I guess in retrospect, I was waiting for Brit and Brit was waiting for her IUD.

But a few days before her appointment, Brit came to me and explained something to me – being male I hadn’t even thought about it.

“Alex?” she asked, “I don’t want the doctor to be the one to break my maidenhead.” It took me a couple seconds to figure out she meant hymen.

“Oh,” was all I could think of saying.

She just stood there looking at me. I was just weirded out by the situation. I mean, playing was one thing… but sex? I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. It seemed my dick wasn’t either, just hanging there all shriveled up.

Brit turned away, but I caught her hand.

“I… I… it just feels weird, Brit. I mean… sex.” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I should’ve waited.”

“No hon, that’s okay.” Did I just call my sister ‘hon’? “I, ah, don’t feel ready now, but…” She wasn’t getting it. I stood up and pulled my pants down to show her my limp dick.

She didn’t respond. Maybe she thought I was rejecting her. But then she got that shy smile and said, “Can we still sleep together?”

I knew she just meant to snuggle. I smiled, “Sure Brit. That’d be nice.”

So before bedtime she was nearby, almost like a couple would be before bed. And we wore what we usually wore to bed, she didn’t go nude or wear anything kinky. We snuggled up together and kissed goodnight.

I was awakened by my sister sucking on my cock. I had a raging boner, and Brit was just indulging herself. She noticed I had awakened, and moved her face up to mine, “Do you feel ready now?” she whispered with a small giggle.

Apparently I had completely forgotten the natural night boner almost every male gets. And Brit had remembered.

We both just knew she was going to be on top, guiding my cock into her virgin hole. She slowly squirmed up my body, making sure to rub every inch of herself along my shaft as she did. She had already removed her panties, leaving only her nightshirt. I saw her glance up as if pondering, then she reached over to grab the lube, giving me a faceful of her tits. She squirted out some on her hand, and then stroked my cock with it, then smeared some on her cunt lips.

She lifted herself off of me, then guiding my cock inside of her she slowly let herself down, I felt the flesh of her hymen against the tip of my cock. She slowly forced herself down, I heard her quietly saying “Ow ow ow ow…” before lifting up again. Then back down, and I didn’t so much feel a pop as a tearing, a releasing, letting my cock deeper inside of her beautiful love hole. “Ow ow ow ow… mmmmmm…”

I was all the way inside her then, I felt my cock tip against her cervix. I wondered if I would be able to feel the IUD in there the next time we made love. We looked at each other and smiled. Our beginning, was how it felt to me.

The moment passed, Brit was going to enjoy herself. She began pumping my shaft for all it was worth, experimenting with pace and pressure and the length of her thrust – though she never went so far that I slid out. She found a rhythm she liked and just kept it up.

I watched her move up and down on my cock. I was incesting, (was that even a word?) my little sister was fucking me, and not only did I let it happen, I wanted it to happen. I wanted to feel the inside of her cunt with my cock. And I liked the feeling very much.

I reached up under he shirt to feel her tits, squeezing and rubbing her nipples, then my hands went down her sides, holding her hips to help her thrusts. I was also feeling a rightness in fucking my sister that I never felt while doing it with my ex-girlfriend.

Just then Brit grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over hear head, tossing it aside, her fully nude body thrusting against mine. I heard her heavy breath and sighs as I continued to squeeze and rub her tits, and let my hands roam all over her body.

I looked up her, her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. I was her first, and she was savoring the experience. I had a twinge of regret then, that I had lost my virginity to another girl, even though I loved her at the time.

Suddenly my sister was grunting and moaning and I felt her cunt twitching on my cock as she came. ‘Mmmm… mmmm…  UUUUhhnnnnnnnnnnn!”

I was wondering what sore of ‘birth defect’ of messed-up neural wiring made her have to practically maul her clit co come, but she could come so easily with my cock inside of her. I had remembered reading about the ‘G-spot’ argument, whether it was even real or not, and decided that Brit definitely had one, and she had found out how to touch it using my dick.

My sister, my lover, collapsed on be, trying to enfold my whole body in hers, “I lloooove yooouuu… I love you Alex. I love you so much. I will always love you. I mean it. I am yours. You own me. Forever.”

I couldn’t say anything to that, so I just kissed her.

Her breathing deepened then, as she drifted off to sleep. I lay awake thinking about how this was all going to go. Probably no big deal right now, with Ma’s support. But what about the future? We could probably live with Ma for a while, helping out and paying her back for all she’s done when we got jobs. Nobody’d suspect a thing, living with our mother.

But what if Ma met someone? We’d have to move out eventually. Would we live together as brother and sister? Would we try to pass ourselves off as a couple like Grandma and Grandpa? Maybe we wouldn’t live together at all, just nearby. It all got to be too much, and I decided to let it go before I gave myself a headache. I gently slid out from underneath Brit, her weight starting to feel heavy, then felt myself falling asleep.

I awoke, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. Brit was lying next to me, just looking at me.

“I want to try anal.” She giggled as my eyes popped open.

Not ‘Good morning,’ not ‘I love you’… No, it has to be ‘I want to try anal.’

Jeez.

“Not right now,” she amended. “But eventually.”

I got to thinking about something, our new openness paving the way for me to ask, “Remember when I taught you how to come?”

She smiled, “Yes.”

“You never asked me to do it again, or to do anything else. Why not?”

She looked away, as if suddenly ashamed. After a minute or so she answered, “It was a lesson, Alex. You were just teaching me something. I didn’t think you felt anything from it. I didn’t think you felt anything about me at all until a couple weeks ago when you poked me with your… ‘poker’.” She gave my dick a squeeze.

“I was always afraid you’d be angry or disgusted. I’d always known it was wrong, and I shouldn’t do it. So I never did. Not until then. Not until I was certain I could trust you.”

I remembered her intense look in the shower then. I hadn’t thought about because I was just being playful. Yes, in a sexual way, but still definitely not serious. I knew from many a TV sitcom that this was one of those times when the man should just keep his Big Mouth Shut, and not ruin everything. So I did. Instead I smiled, and reached out to her. She snuggled up to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

It was a Saturday, so no school to worry about. Ma had the afternoon shift, so she would leave around three. Brit was a little sore, so we agreed to wait until she’d had the IUD for a while before we made love again. I still felt kind of weird, having my sister as my girlfriend.

But maybe that in itself was a lesson.

It seemed to me that Brit hardly cared about the IUD, trusting the doctor to explain everything to her. I of course went online to satisfy my curiosity about it. The day for the appointment came and Brit seemed a little nervous, I had thought  because the doctor would notice how recently her hymen had been broke and might ask questions. But Brit never said anything about it.

After she came back though it was a different story. Brit felt queasy and was tired for the next couple days. I was afraid she was having an allergic reaction to the thing despite Ma’s assurances. Finally Brit had diarrhea and seemed perfectly normal after that. Ma just dismissed it as mild food poisoning. By then it had been almost a week since my sister had lost her virginity to me, and I could tell just from her body language she would want to make love soon.

That day after school I just finished washing my hands after taking a dump and I opened the bathroom door to find my little sister standing there naked with a shy smile on her face. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom, closing the door behind us even though we had the house to ourselves.

I started to undress, but she stopped me – deciding instead to undress me herself. She slowly took off each piece of my clothing, brushing or rubbing her body against my exposed skin, or peppering me with gentle kisses. Finally I was as nude as she was, and she held my already hard cock in her hand and just guided it to her cunt as we stood there. I felt her wetness, thinking the lube wouldn’t be needed this time, and slowly guided her backwards to her bed, while she maintained the contact between the tip of my dick and her pussy lips.

She laid back on her bed and guided my cock right into her as I climbed on top of her. I held her then, looking into her eyes as I slowly thrust deeply into her. By beautiful sister. I felt that rightness again. Just us. Being together. I kissed her tenderly as I made love to her. She sighed softly and whispered urgently, “Fuck me…”

I began to thrust into her harder and faster, and it seemed like only two minutes passed as she began bucking and twitching and grunting. She held in her screams and moans, exchanging them for louder sighs and occasional loudly whispered “AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh…” sounds. She stilled, but I did not, continuing to pump my cock into her for another couple minutes before I started my own grunting as I filled her with my spooge. Still I continued to thrust, not stopping until I was to tired to continue. Brit managed to come again before I finally slowed and stilled.

I held my weight off her, propped up on my elbows as I gazed down at her – her face relaxed, eyes mostly closed, a finger in her mouth, making her look so erotic and enticing. This was one happy and pleased girl. And she was my girl. Somehow we would make it work. We would find a way to stay together.