The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. "CONSEQUENCES!" is a six-part, first-person account of the life-long relationship between the Author and Julia, soul-mate, mother of his children, lover, wife and - by her own admission - slut! And also, his sister! First making sexual contact at the ages of 6 and 4 respectively, for 20 years, nothing else happened. And then BANG!, tempestuous, almost violent sexual abandonment saw them living together as man and wife and raising children, bringing them up in a warm, solid, secular incestuous environment. Not without its own humour, "Consequences!" covers a twenty-five year period of the family's life, revealing its views, opinions and some of the unlikely problems confronting those following a philosophy of incest. Latent within him for many years, the author advances the theory that the seeds of his family's life-style were implanted by his parent's reaction upon discovering sexual contact occurring between their children. And then nurtured by the very society trying to eradicate it! "Consequences!", Chapters 1 to 4, tell of the early days, and the later discovery and realisation of the feelings the brother and sister have for each other, and include moments of near-detection and some of the day- to-day problems peculiar to their circumstances they encounter. These Chapters are freely available through MCG's ARE. Giving detailed accounts of their children's introduction to, and acceptance of incest, the reasons for their daughter's early-teen pregnancy, and the son and daughter's later involvements with each other, together with a controversial opinion of society's future, Chapters 5 and 6 complete the story, the entire book being available at very reasonable cost only by retail sale, either by e-mail or on disk. For a complete list of publications e-mail `list-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' (c) Merrill, Castle and Gray (uk) +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ CHAPTER TWO ~~~~~~~~~~~ Even now, years later, I vividly remember every nuance of every word, every second of the next few hours. What had happened, had happened! I loved Julia enough to do anything for her - and she was fond enough of me - and if to cheer her up included giving her a fucking, it was all right in my book, and in any case, who was going to know about it? In its very worst light, just going a bit further than most, it was brother and sister looking after each other. I felt no guilt and never would. Right now, happily splashing around the neck of my sister's womb, aware millions of my sperms were striving to enter and fertilise her, eventually disengaging from Julia's warm, happy uterus, I lay back on her bed, revelling in the joyous knowledge. Pounding with happiness, my spirit soared into vivid bliss. Suddenly, abruptly forcing the breath from my lungs, a realisation skewered me on a sharp hook, and as everything was cast down, I knew I'd got the Be All And End All - the very Titanic - of all problems! Side-issues created were many but, pushing them away, with the very deepest of deep problems, was my emotions. In those frantic seconds of screaming ecstasy, something had happened in me, something desperately-intense. And wildly-exciting! And to the same degree, doomed to unhappiness! Wearing steel-capped, deep-sea divers' boots and catching me straight in the heart, with all its might, sure knowledge lashed out! I was in love with my kind- hearted, loving and gentle sister! And, whilst merrily dancing in and out of other women's hearts, lives and dreams, had been for years! Deeply loving Julia, wanting her, and painfully sickened by a sudden vision of unfulfilling itself, in the most terrible, agonising pain, my heart hit rock- bottom. Realising what it had never been able to tell me, unless its need for her was happily satisfied, the fear-thumping little bastard gave clear warning it would give me grief for the rest of my life! I seethed. I'd done it to myself, I had no excuse! Without appreciating the deeper implications, I'd read of people involved in incest; now I'd felt the happy ecstasy, the power of it. And following the main event, riding the top of the garbage-truck, complete with the Dunce's-cap, was me! To ease its ache, Heart said, cynically, `Stop bleating, it was just a fuck'. But this isn't only fucking, this is fucking incest! Christ!, I can't even talk to her about what we'd done, can't even tell Julia how you and I feel, what we want. It would be using her, in a terribly wrong way, she'd be mortified. Poor kid, even if she wanted things to continue, it's not as though she can do anything about it! Anyway, Julia had a life of her own to lead, she was never going to go for it again. Suppose Julia gets upset, tells me to get out of her life! What do I do? `Won't happen', said Heart, confidently. `It was her fault as much as yours.' I breathed a little easier, it was a one-off special thing, for a one-off special reason! `Yeah', murmured Heart. `Keep telling me, keep telling me. Given a hundred years, I might even get to believe it! `You're her big brother, for Christ's sake, no matter how it started, you should have stopped it, said no! But you big lummock, you knew best, didn't you! You had to go and betray her trust, just to dip your fucking wick.' There was more to it than that, but there was no keeping Heart quiet. `You stuffed your sister and now, you're stuffed! Ironic in a poetic sense; fucked if you do, fucked if you don't, you've fucked up your life, all for a fuck! Very droll!' Emphasising its unhappiness, second by second, more and more appreciating its fears as incapable of happy resolution, Heart became chilly and then cold. `And you walked right into it. You pratt! You God-forsaken, arse- ended, self-centred PRATT! The original three- card trick! Serves you bloody well right, you egomaniac of an idiot! So wise and so fucking smart, you had to fall for Julia!' Only the biggest fuck-wit in the world would fuck his own sister. These were no self-reviling sops of a bruised ego, eventually to be shrugged off the shoulders with a cheerful `better luck next time, buddy' These were the bitterest of all truths - diamond-hard, ice- cold facts! I'd lost everything; Julia's respect and trust, peace of mind, her goodwill, friendship, the lot! And the blizzard really setting in as the penny dropped, my heart! Fuck incest!!! Reason mounted a strategic advance. `Wear the hair shirt, take the blame and see what happens. Gauge Julia's reaction and with some fancy footwork and talking, you just might be able to smooth things over. Depending on the next few minutes, superficial problems might just be solved. `But how to answer the big bastard question is beyond me!' Falling to angry self-sympathy, my soul gave a despairing wail. The three of us - heart, mind and me - all pulling in different directions, a really excellent fucking basis upon which to attempt to solve the biggest disaster of my life! That really made for hope! One sneering at me, one not having any answers and me near to panic! `Can't win, can we? Can't be happy with her, can't be happy without her, the age-old lover's problem. Only there's no answer to this one, cully! She's your fucking sister!' Abysmal misery beckoned, to which I could see no end. Usually the first to get into any act of mine and normally steering we others in the right direction, the other fellow, Conscience, now decided to bugger off for lunch! To my anguish, not for a second could I blame it; when Julia's cunt - oh, it was beautiful - was in the frame, did we think of her or listen to him? And now Julia could very well hate me for the rest of my days! Or at the very least, safely keep herself at arm's length. And who could reproach her? Certainly not me! Either way, win, lose or draw, yes or no, in Julia's life or out of it, with only unhappiness and hurt on view in all directions, any picture of my future froze me to a long period of silence. Someone had to speak, and I knew it didn't dare be me! Eventually, Julia casually asked, "Happy?" Swallowing hard, I thought for a moment. Confused, the voice of Reason argued the `why's and wherefores', the `ifs. buts and probables', the `can and the cannots'; there were thousands - no, millions - of them. It told me there were just too many difficulties to be overcome; at best, putting the big issue to one side, however chilly and painful it might prove, there was only a one- in-four chance of even being able to salvage a relationship. Concentrating on avoiding possible repercussions from Julia, and with a clenched-fist, fiercely shutting-up my heart, I heaved my feelings and hopes onto the rubbish- tip. "Very", I finally replied. Mentally biting my lip, putting invisible fingers in my ears, I asked, "But what the fuck happens now?" Awaiting the Bang, I winced! Disturbed only by the ticking of the bedside alarm- clock, there was a very, very long silence. Quiet and soft, feeling its way, Julia's voice was wary. Keeping options open, afraid, she said. "What would you like to happen? How do you want things to be?" There was a tiny bit of hope! Coming alive, my heart whacked the ceiling, its fate and eternal ease resting on my answer. And on how I answered! Forever the optimistic, my heart challenged Reason and pointed out that as I could scarcely be in deeper mire, there was nothing to lose by being truthful. At least, to the last, if I'd finally found love and was to lose it in the finding, I'd always been honest with Julia. Heart won the day and I let it do the talking. "We've always been honest with each other, kid-sister. I know I shouldn't lay this on you, but you need to know. And I need to tell you. "I've always loved you as a brother, but something stronger, thirty-storeys high, is coming on. In fact, it's already here." More to myself, I added, "I never knew it, but it's been in me for fucking years. I'm only certain of two things." Embracing slimy, spike-encrusted, spiteful Disaster with both arms, glumly, I looked at Julia. "I love you, it is as simple as that! Properly love you, as a woman in your own right. I want you in the best - the very best - way." Facing a lonely desert, my heart slumped. "There's nothing else. I can't think beyond you!" Soulfully, Julia's brown-eyes searched my face. After a few minutes, she asked, "And the second thing?" I swallowed hard. "Let alone as a brother who's supposed to love you, I want to do things to you no fellow even mentions to a woman. Whatever happens, whatever the outcome, at the same time I want to keep fucking you. Fucking you in the absolute wrongest, most disgraceful possible way. "I want you so much, when my sperm comes from your ears, I'll have only just filled you for the first time. And I'd be looking to fill you again. "And then I'd want to start over from the beginning!" On speaking the truth, my conscience eased. As we awaited developments, even my heart managed to warm half-a-degree. Had the last half-hour proven to be a dream, if Julia had gone `pop' and disappeared in a puff of dust, we couldn't have been more surprised! Without hesitation, Julia said, "Good! I feel exactly the same! I'm glad you told me you loved me first. I was only waiting to see which part was most important to you. "The first bit isn't a problem." To my heart, it was the sun coming up as Julia broke into a big, happy smile. "The rest is up to you!" Her arms linking round my neck, Julia threw herself at me, kneeling on the bed and looking into my eyes. "I've loved you since we were kids, since that day on the settee. Even then, at that age, I knew a pussy was something really special to boys, and I so wanted you to have mine, if you'd tried to fuck me then, I'd have let you. And I wouldn't have breathed a word. Not to anyone! "Sometimes since then, I've ached for you, but silly little kid sisters can't tell older brothers such things, can they?" Almost in sight of home, my conscience told me Julia and I still had to get things straight - really clear - between us. Unable to account for this sudden turn of events, confused but knowing what had to be said, I grabbed her, pulling her close. Jamming my hand between her legs, I slid fingers deep into her. "Look, Julia, it's got to be love or nothing!", I said fervently. "What I am doing to you now, this isn't the incest I'm talking about, brother and sister just having a fuck now and again. I'm talking incestuous love; immense, powerful, not to be played around with! If we let it happen, your soul will be consumed by it, the greatest aphrodisiac, the biggest narcotic known to man. You'll never be immune! Or ever want to be!" Drawing back, surprised, Julia looked at me as I carried on. "Imagine, you could get to hate me - it could happen - you could fall in love with someone else, marry him, be very happy with him, bear his children even. But if we become involved with each other, wherever and whenever we come in contact, at that moment, family responsibilities would fly from your mind, you'd be living only to open your heart and everything else for my love - incestuous love - to feel it coming inside you. "Before he even got going, any husband, any other man in your life, would be a natural-born loser. Way over being faithful to him, you'd be faithful to my love. He and you could fight it, shout `never again!', go and live in China, but incestuous-love would always drag you back to me. It's the strongest love in the world. Of all the love in the world, your soul will crave it, the love only one man can give you. You'd have no control over it - it would control you!" Crystal-clear, more realisation occurred to me. "And the same goes for me! Let alone better you, no other woman could offer me what you could, no-one could match you! I'm prepared for that but if we make love again - just once more - the loveliest love of all, love personified, will consume us and never stop doing it! Ever!" Pausing, I quelled a bleak picture of life without Julia. "If you say `yes', there's never ever any going back. We have to be so very careful, it could easily ruin, and I mean really totally and catastrophically fuck-up, any number of other people's lives." "But whilst you're ahead of the game, you can still say `no'. So your brother's advice is to pull clear, stay away, give it up! "With you, I might be something - maybe only happy - but I'm very happy to settle for that." Knowing the truth was strangling it, my heart squeezed in pain as I looked at her, telling her the truth. "So for Christ's sake, think it through! "It'll either be Eden or the absolute pits, the unhappiest love-affair people could have, multiplied by a thousand, with no reprieve. Loving-incest isn't incest, Julia, straight sex with your relatives, a quick naughty, just for the thrill of it! It might make you terrifically happy, beyond human understanding! Or it can destroy, rip you apart, make you monstrously miserable! And think nothing of it whilst it's doing it!" Sudden fear of the consequences sickened me and hardly able to speak for emotion, I slowly told Julia the bottom-line. "And if that happened to you, as surely as if you'd ripped my heart out with my bare hands, it would kill me!" Julia slipped closer, two hands tightly holding my arm. Her voice low, she said. "I know. I can already feel it within me, like a nuclear bomb ready to explode. But I so want it! I can feel your love, like it's vibrating, waiting to happen in me." She looked up, a determined look on her face. "It's what I want, part of you, what I've always wanted." So close to its desire, giving me a meaty kick as it realised I was closing doors on Julia and pushing her away, my heart saw the jagged knife I was turning in it and squealed. Although both of us were petrified she was going to turn away from us, clubbing it into silence, I was talking about Julia's happiness, and it wasn't pushing me into pushing her into anything, let alone a lifetime commitment to incest! Anyway, we had no more say in the affair, we were both completely in her hands. "Beware, Julia! Incestuous love is addictive! Were we to love each other, the lust would get stronger. If love that intense gets inside you, with it, you'll live! Without it, you'll die! There's no half-ways! That's it!" I cradled Julia's face. "Whatever you decide, don't worry about the future or me. You'll have no concerns, I'll do whatever you want to make things comfortable for you. Keep clear of you, stay away, forget today ever happened, whatever makes you happy." Her finger turning my head back towards her, Julia asked quietly. "How about you? If we do it again, what would happen to you?" "That's what I am trying to explain to you, what you must understand." Another reality clicking into my mind, I slowly shook my head. "It's already happened. I've had it." Seeing a look of bewilderment in her face, I took Julia's hands and in a low voice, I told her the truth. "You see, without you, there's nothing. For me, the first time WAS `the next time'." "So do yourself a favour, think again! And after you've thought about it, think it out yet again!" Wondering why I was doing everything to break it, my heart waited as I paused. It hadn't asked for this, but Julia's happiness was the only thing that was important. Tight-lipped, I couldn't bear to look at her large brown eyes and turned away. "Be careful for what you ask of God! He might give it to you! Be certain you know what you are getting into, kid-sister." Lapsing into silence, miserable hour-long minutes slowly dragged by as, her hands behind her head, Julia lay back, occasionally wriggling her naked toes as she stared thoughtfully into space. Amazingly, I was calm, for Julia's sake, even slightly relieved she'd pick the sane, sensible, steady, safe path that would see me out in the cold, from now on just being her brother, even socially afraid to touch her. To save her embarrassment and hurt, I'd get right away, move, leave the country, go to the North Pole - oh, I didn't know; the further I went from her, the deeper the pain. But a tiny part of me remained happy; at least she knew how I felt. I could live with that! Two lifetimes later, feeling her stir, I nodded as a plaintive little voice asked, "Do you remember mentioning getting into something?" "Yes". Curious, I waited. "Well, there is something you could get into." Puzzled, I frowned. "What?" "Me!" Amazement in my voice, I turned to her. "Are you sure you know what you are doing? Absolutely, positively, sure?" "I can't give you my heart, but the rest is easy enough." The merry eyes and laughing mouth confirmed it as she sat up. "As my big brother told me to, I've thought about it. And being a good sister, I've thought about it again. Then, because you asked me to, I even thought about it once more, for luck. If you want me to, I'll think about it again. "But the answer will be just the same. I've never had a moment's doubt!" Julia laughed as she gave me a long, very far from sisterly, soft loving kiss. "I told you, I love you! So what else is important?" And before I could torture it any more, my heart jumped out of me. And into her. A little later, Julia sat back on her heels. "Do you know, you may love me very much, you may have the loveliest cock, and the dreamiest sperm - I can feel it trickling in me - any woman could wish for!" Her head on one side, she regarded me mischievously. "But you're not a very bright big brother!" She grinned as I waited for the follow-up. "Had you noticed me as your little sister, you might also have noticed, I was so happy when the female equipment started to arrive, in my own little innocent way, I wanted you to see it. It was often laid bare for you, you know!" Recalling Julia's many skimpily-clad dashes to and from the bathroom, the casually-open bedroom door as she was dressing, the carelessly disarranged skirt revealing legs, thighs, and sometimes knickers, guiltily, I nodded. Her breasts forming into perfect brown-tipped orbs, Julia moved closer. "At fifteen, had you not been so busy combing your hair for half-an-hour every ten minutes - you did!, I used to love watching you do it - you might have seen even then, I was following you all over the house, touching you, wanting to do things for you. Only for you to shout at me to leave you alone." Picking up one of my hands, she nibbled a finger-tip. "Even then, I had wet-knickers for you." Squatting on the bed facing me, thighs fully splayed, the gash beneath Julia's downy-triangle tantalisingly split wide-apart, its moist pinkness mesmerising me as she smiled. "I've heard everything you said - but everything - about the dangers of incest and incestuous love, but although you are a very clever brother and know all about such things, you don't know much about me, kid sister." A magnificently long tongue gently caressed my palm. "Scared to death he cannot have his sister's love, his heart's desire, in the last fifteen minutes, my worried, darling non-seeing, non-hearing, know-everything-about- incest, big brother has died a thousand times. "You ask for my love, and all that goes with it, my heart, my mind and my body. My mind and body are yours, to do with what you wish. But as I said, I cannot give you my heart." Remembering she'd said that, breathlessly becoming heavy again and the beast in my chest thumping and heaving, I expected the worst. "I'm very sorry, but I'm only human. No matter how much I love you, it is not possible. "I cannot give that which is not mine to give. Had you been paying attention this morning, you'd have known the moment you kissed me, I was yours for the taking." With a misty look, loving brown eyes steadily gazing into mine, Julia said, "You see, years ago, you were given my heart." Blood rushing in my ears, my heart soaring, feeling dizzy, I took a deep breath and, closing my eyes, gently sighed it out. An amused look now in her brown-eyes, Julia said, "Even today, I've told you any number of times, but you didn't hear." Astounded, I stared at her and she smiled. "Or do you think I didn't know what you were going to do to me when we came up those stairs?" Gently separating the forefinger away from the others, Julia pulled my hand to her. "So you see, everything that worried you was not a problem." She shrugged her shoulders. "Whether about to get into incest, or coping with loving-incest as it grows, or whether we simply fuck each other to death, are not problems of yours. Nor for that matter, really mine; things will sort themselves out as they happen." Her eyes on me, her lips brushed the back of my hand. "But thank you for caring enough to tell me about them." Matter-of-factly, Julia's head lifted, a happy look on her face. "You see, my darling, the one real problem is something quite different! Worse than you were in before, in reality, brother mine, you are in utterly desperate trouble." Laughing at my puzzled look, Julia said, "You're thinking everything is resolved, you have me and now all is well in your world, yes?" Thoughtfully, I nodded. "But having me, loving me, screwing me when you want, was never the difficulty." With an adorable, sparkling, far-away look in her eyes, Julia's long fingers brushed down the side of my cheek. "Your problem, darling brother, is you've no idea how much I love you and want your beautiful love in me. "Or what I am prepared to do to get it!" Radiantly happy, my heart gathering a large crowd together for celebratory cheers, I felt ashamed of myself. "I'm sorry, Julia. Really, I am! It just never occurred to me you might feel something for me." Thinking of the years behind us, I grinned ruefully. "Why should it? And even if it had, we're related, remember? I couldn't go around taking my sister's knickers off, could I?" Smiling demurely, Julia kissed my finger-tip. "Why not? As I recall, you were once very good at it". Remembering that time, I felt unhappy. So busily chastising me, no-one had considered Julia's feelings on the subject. Who had even asked her? Even 20 years later, I was flabbergasted to discover she had liked what I'd done to her, and had wanted more. She must have been very unhappy and confused. Conscience stirred. "What can I do for you to make up for it?" Drawing my forefinger towards her, her head on one side, Julia studied my face. Fixedly gazing at me, using my nail to trace slow circles on one nipple, after a few moments, she moved across to its magnificent twin. Lazily sliding its tip between her breasts, down the rise of her soft belly, she guided my finger through soft pubic hair across the firm rise of her Mound of Venus. Her voice was husky and low as she talked, a throaty gurgle. "Ah, lovely, randy, incestuous brother of mine, you've years to make up for. The price for neglecting your sister is high. "All those things I've dreamt of you doing in years past, you going to do to me in the future. You'll suck my nipples all day long, ride me all night; you're going to beat me red-raw, bite me, lick my clitoris, I can't begin to tell you. You're going to use your sister, make her cunt sore." She softly kissed me. "And then, to make your kid-sister happy again, be my loving brother and kiss everything better." Unexpectedly, Julia slid my hand between her legs. My body transfixed, suddenly rearing, my penis throbbed and jerked as my hand made contact with the moistly spread inner-lips of her labia and as the tiny ridges on my finger-tip grazed her protruding, sensitive clitoris, her entire body sharply tensing, a lecherous, raunchy smile slowly spread across her face. With those smooth breasts thrust proudly forward, my finger lapping the pouting rim of her open vagina, Julia's back arched high as her hips rode me. Making her shudder breathlessly, each rise and fall scraping her clitoris, my fingertip worked into her dark, humid recess. Swirling dark-brown hair tumbling around my chest and shoulders, Julia leant forward and softly nuzzled my nose. "You're learning, brother. Now you know something else. If ever you have to make up to your kid-sister for something, you'll know what to do!" Grabbing my bottom lip with her teeth, she suddenly wildly chewed and bit my mouth as clamping my hand between her thighs and drawing it up with her, she lifted her hips. A quick pause, then driving me up into her warm, soaking-wet slit, she powered down onto it. As her cervix greasily snuggled between my finger-tips, she whispered in my ear, "If you want to make up for not fucking me all the years I wanted you to, do that with your cock." Swollen with seed, my scrotum almost burst. Beautiful, smiling face only inches from mine, deliberately forcing the foreskin back its fullest extent, Julia grasped my erection. "If only you knew the times I dreamed of playing with this," she smiled happily. Soft whimpering sounding in her throat, stroking my penis up and down two or three times, she stopped and then teasing me to near-ejaculation, suddenly started again. "I so wanted you! I'd have done anything you asked of me; lived or died for you, gone on the fucking streets for you. I'd have carried your children, anything at all. Julia grinned. "And now you finally want me, you bastard, you've damned-well got me! For ever!" Excited now, riding them slowly like a horse, Julia again rubbed her wet wound across my fingers. "For years, I lived alongside your love, wanting it, knowing you were giving it to other girls. I wanted it in me, over me, everywhere." Julia's body rammed down again on my trapped hand, the slippery, tube-like opening to her womb sliding into my cupped fingers. She gave a gurgly laugh. "So you too beware, my brother, you too think again! There's a little girl in me, a doting wife, a loving mother, anything you want. "But be careful, there's also a complete woman, an utter slut called Julia! Marcus didn't make any of us happy, didn't even realise we were there. Now we are all yours, just for the asking." Reaching down between her legs, her hand clutching my erect shaft, I winced as Julia squeezed hard. "So are you and this thing big enough for the job, you fucking lovely bastard of a brother?" Overflowing in her hand, brown nipple peeping between her fingers, repeatedly brushing my lips as her body swivelled from side to side, Julia's full breast drew close. "A school-friend said sperm filled tits and made them bigger. If they would only make you want me, I wanted the biggest - the very best - tits in town. For a week, I cried myself to sleep, I so wanted you to fill them." Sharply withdrawing it every time I started to suck, forcing her nipple between my lips, Julia goaded me with it. "No, no, little sister's tits are only for good brothers, you've still got things to make up for." Dragging the leathery nipple across my nose and cheeks and chin, she suddenly said fiercely, "Say you'll fill them with sperm and you can suck them until I die!" Frustration screwing my eyes closed, I quickly nodded a promise. Thrusting her nipple into my mouth, as I sucked, Julia sexily grinned. "Since they arrived, when I was wanting you to feed them, you haven't even looked at them. You didn't ever touch them, fuck you. Now you are going to make up for it, beast of a brother; you're going to give me the biggest tits in the world!" Tickling down my chest, her mop of hair skipped and dandled towards my groin. "Now I'll show you how." Eyes still tightly screwed in torment, as everything went suddenly still, pandemonium in my head reached critical level. Pointed-tip wriggling deep into the orifice, from nowhere, warm, soft lips nestling the bullet-hard, bursting head of my penis, a cat-rough tongue dry- dragging excruciatingly over my glans. Gliding smoothly over distended, corded veins, her rasping tongue scouring sensitive flesh, in one steady movement, Julia's moist mouth slid down, down, forever down. Quivering, sultry lips lightly brushing my scrotum, her shapely nose nuzzled my pubic bush, then tensing and giving a firm steady push, with a slow gulp, something in Julia's throat gave and like a well-oiled bolt easing home, my cock-head glided into the deepest clinging folds of my sister's pink larynx. Boiling sperm en route, from over my excitedly-heaving belly, the lewdest, most sensational scene in the universe, her eyes happily gleaming as they held mine, my sister's sucking, flexing mouth engulfed every millimetre of my dick. My muscles jerking steel-rigid, I bit back a scream as Julia's sharp teeth suddenly cruelly nipped my shaft, then with a physical popping sensation, tongue darting left and right, her throat opened and my penis disengaged from its cup. Peach-smooth lips firmly clamped on my shaft, her cheeks steadily increasing their sucking, fire ignited in my scrotum as Julia's hot mouth started a tight, upward draw. Beyond conscious thought, just short of howling with exhilaration, I was impaled on white-hot pinnacles of delight as, exquisitely slowly ripping living-life from me, with the noisiest, slobbery, sucking noise, tongue still lashing my glans, Julia's lips reached journey's end. Scrotum heavy with lust, full of love and heat and clamouring for blasting ejaculation, happily anticipating the final eruption, my heart, sperm, soul and I combined. Awaiting Julia's strong gulp, my oily seed prepared for its abandoned ecstatic hurtle onto her tongue and into her ready, warm, open heart. And waited. And waited. Powerless and completely under her control, freely pouring forerunners of massive ejaculations of sperm but devoid of Julia's semen-thirsty mouth, frantically jerking and swaying as it sought the willing receptacle of her throat, my penis panicked. Swollen as never before, its shining purple and red hugeness pathetically beseeching relief, encasing skin stretched close to splitting but achingly bound by spring-steel bands, its delivery-spring tightly wound and unable to release, never had it been so terribly and happily painful! Dry-mouthed, with lips like sandpaper, pounding heart hammering, stunned and staring at Julia, I slowly opened my eyes. Calmly propped up on an elbow, laying on her side, my sister amusedly smiled across at me. Running a finger through my chest-hair, reaching across and languidly twisting curls and spires, Julia conversationally remarked, "And that's how it's going to be from now on. That and a whole lot more." Catching hair between thumb and forefinger, still smiling sweetly, she delicately tore them out by the roots. "You could have been having better than that for the last twenty years, darling brother." Julia leant forward and genially nibbled my ear. "That titbit was for doing fuck nothing, my darling. Think how it could have been, had you been doing me." Astounded, I gazed at her. God knows how, but my sister knew her business; to keep me from coming whilst building such terrific sensual tension, needed the talents of a courtesan. And the morals and imagination of a natural-born whore! Meanderingly trickling as it mingled with her still- gleaming saliva, another globule of sperm arose and suddenly overflowed. Rolling onto her back, loving eyes explored my erection and drooling, thick sperm as Julia gave a chuckle. Sexily combing the lips wide apart, tickling her clitoris, she parted her legs as her long fingers stroked her open labia. Holding herself open towards me, pouting and quivering silvery-pink silky folds contrasted with pulsing rich redness within. "Don't waste one drop of it, my brother. It's your soul, and I've a cunt and a womb that's longing for it, yearning for every incestuous sperm." Eyes glowing, her head turning towards me, my penis gave a mighty involuntary heave as Julia whispered, "And eggs busting to be loved by it!" Suddenly, for an instant, we were back in our parents home and as Julia's expression changed to soft pure love, my ten year-old little sister was imploring big brother to make her dream come true. "Please give it to me, my brother. I want you to, I love you. Make us one. Please do it to me." Settling between Julia's smooth legs, profoundly aware I wanted her as I kissed the backs and sides of her knees, my lips lingeringly slid along her thighs. Wetly- scooping the tendon-hollows either side of that wonderful cavern between her legs, winding into her delicious navel as I eased onto her, my tongue traced the glades and hills of her belly and breasts as before plunging deep into her to forever bind us in loving hot, carnal, sensual incest, the sperm-coated head hovering my penis brushed against Julia's vagina. To stay free - or to forever commit ourselves to each other and to whatever there was in the future, gazing at each other, my hands either side of her head, we knew the doors of decision were open. Tracing round to my mouth, Julia's fingers tenderly cupped the side of my face as pinned beneath me, her long legs began to coil round my thighs. Catching her under her shoulders as she suddenly strained up towards me, she looked deep into my eyes as her lips met mine. "All I've ever wanted is you. If incest delivers us to the right side of Heaven or the wrong side of Hell, I won't give a damn. We'll be together, my love," she whispered. She lay back. "I'm ready. Do it to me!" The gaping pink mouth of the channel to her life, her love and her soul opened as flowing over the monstrous velvety-shining head of my lunging penis, sucking me in, Julia's pelvis rose to meet me. Eagerly sliding forward, swallowing, consuming me, I slithered deep into her warm, clinging vagina. Pushing me to arm's length, her long hair spread on the pillow, radiant brown-eyes looking straight into mine, Julia's glowing, excited face filled me anew with love and desire. "Spurt your love into me. Deep, deep, deep into me". Back arching, Julia's eyes closed as ramming her uterus, I drove into her up to the hilt. Feeling me engage the neck of her womb, Julia's voice rose, a low winding moan lifting to a strangled, shouting groan. "I want it! I want you! Want me! Love me!" Intent on merging with its soul-mate, to blend with it and create something pure, straining for new life as it smashed through barriers of morals and social- consciousness, deep in me launched a flaming, white-hot cannon-ball. Boring me deep into her as her legs clamped across my back, reaching for love greater than itself, Julia's soft belly opened to receive it. "Come in me! Come in me, my brother. Give me your love! Every lovely drop of it." An unwanted thought darting across my mind, sensing momentary doubt, her hands grasping my shoulders as her eyes flashed open, Julia's pelvis fiercely bucked at me. "Do it to me!" she demanded. She shook me. "Do me!" "Make us one!"