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From dmartin@hh.gpz.org Tue Nov 12 03:13:31 1996
	You may have noticed that I have used my real name here.  I will not
give a disclaimer.  Every word of this story is about love.  If love
needs a disclaimer I am truly sorry.  Those who wish to do me harm are
welcome to try.   It doesn't matter how much of this story is
literally true.  Read it.  It contains truth.
	I have a theory.  Lust is a wonderful thing, and I hope there's enough
of it in this story to satisfy your tastes.   But here's my theory.
The most erotic thing on this little planet is love.  I think of this
story as a test of that theory.  Enjoy. 

					David L. Martin

THE ANSWER
	
I woke up this morning with my sister's mouth on my cock.  I hope that
doesn't shock you.  In most respects my sister Cynthia and I are like
any two siblings.  She drives me crazy, she picks on me, and she
thinks she's better than me at everything.  Of course, I drive her
crazy too.  But I couldn't imagine living without her.  When I'm in
trouble she comes to my rescue in a flash.  She knows me, she
resonates with me like no other, and she never lets me get away with
bullshit.  I love her and I'm in love with her.  My sister is 16 years
old.  I'm 15.
	When I was 14, like most boys I suppose, I tried to get a peek at my
sister in the bathroom.  I was very careful and no one caught me.
Sure enough, I got a good look.  My sister is by no means a Playboy
centerfold.  She's slim, and has a flat butt and small breasts.  Her
face is rather plain Jane.  But when you feel about someone the way I
do about her, she's the sexiest, most beautiful animal on planet
earth.  Seeing her quite naked, unselfconsciously drying herself off,
I wanted to gather her up in my arms, put my mouth over hers, and wrap
my lips around her tongue.  I wanted to run my finger gently between
her lovely flat butt cheeks, and lift her off the floor as her long
spindly legs wrapped around me.  She never did anything sexual in the
bathroom.  She simply dried herself off and put her clothes on.
	As I said, I never got caught.  What never occurred to me was that my
sister was also spying on me.  And unlike her, I usually masturbated
after a shower.  As I sat there fantasizing about her, my eyes closed,
working my hand furiously up and down my engorged organ, little did I
know that she had an excellent view only a few feet away.  She never
got caught either.
	One day both of us discovered why we never got caught.  Mom called the
two of us into her bedroom and sat us down.  
She said, "I want to talk to you about, drum roll please...SEX."  She
smiled.  "I know you have sex education in school but there are things
I want to be sure you understand."  
I instantly felt uncomfortable, and I could tell Cynthia did too.  
"Mom, do we have to be together for this?" she whined.  
"Yes," Mom replied.  "There are things I want to get straight.  I know
it may be uncomfortable for you, but it's important."  She turned to
me.  "George," she said, with a loving tone, "tell me the truth,
sweetheart.  Have you been masturbating?"   
"Mom,"  I whined.  
"George, it's important."  
I glanced at Cynthia.  She was looking away, clearly uncomfortable.  I
finally nodded weakly.  "George," said Mom, "there's nothing to be
ashamed of.  There's no part of you that's bad, I've told you that.
Why do you feel uncomfortable about it?"  
"Because," I whined, then hesitated.  I really wasn't sure why.  "I
don't know, I just feel it's private."  
"I understand," replied Mom.  She turned to my sister, who was still
looking away.  "Cynthia, have you been masturbating?"  
Cynthia looked up, shocked.  "Mom!"  
Mom gave her a stern look.  "Cynthia.  Have you been masturbating?"  
Cynthia looked at her pleadingly.  Mom just sat there, demanding an
answer with her look.  
Finally she said, "Yes, O.K., yes," angrily, and she looked away
again.  
I was dumbstruck.  It never occurred to me that my sister would
masturbate.  But I was in for many surprises that day.  
Mom's voice became very tender.  "Let me tell you both something.  The
world has infected you both with it's petty, mean-spirited moralizing.
Come here."  
She reached out to both of us, and we each took a hand, and sat on
either side of her on the bed.  I looked at Cynthia, the look of
embarrassment still on her face, and I felt sympathy for her.  
"I'm going to tell you both something.  I know it'll make you feel
uncomfortable.  But it's important.  You've both been watching each
other in the bathroom."  



From dmartin@hh.gpz.org Tue Nov 12 03:19:35 1996
Cynthia's eyes bulged, as mine must have, and she looked at Mom.  She
swallowed and looked back at me.  
"I know you both think it's terrible, what you're doing.  But the fact
is, you love each other.  I know, you pick on each other and drive
each other crazy, but the simple truth is, you love each other.
You're in love with each other.  It's not just lust you feel.  It's
love." 
Cynthia covered her mouth with her hand and her eyes started to fill
with tears.  I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as well.  I
couldn't deny the truth of what my mother had said.  It wasn't just
lust I felt.  It was a deep, overpowering love.  Yes, it wanted to be
expressed sexually, as well as in other ways.  But it was undeniably
love.  
"I'm going to ask you both a question, then I'm going to leave you two
alone.  I want you to think about it and try to talk about it.  Here
is the question.  What is wrong with the love you feel for each
other?"  
She got up without another word and walked out of the room, shutting
the door. 
	My sister and I were left alone, and I realized that without Mom that
room was very empty.  Cynthia and I were confronted with our newfound
knowledge, each realizing that the other had been watching them, and
not just lusting, but loving.  Cynthia was the first to speak,
timidly, her eyes down.  
"Do you really love me, George?" she asked.  
She looked up, and as she did so, my eyes went down.  I just nodded,
my eyes welling with tears again.  
"Are you really in love with me?" she implored, her voice wavering.  
I nodded again, as tears ran down my face.  Cynthia began to cry
again.  
"I never realized," she said.  "I always thought you hated me."  
At that moment, my feelings for my sister began to overwhelm me.
Seeing her there, crying, realizing that she felt the way she felt
about me, and most of all, feeling so utterly close to the soul of
this person, I was compelled to get up, walk over to her, put my arms
around her, and embrace her.  We were like that, sobbing together, for
how long I do not remember.  I just know that at some point I looked
at her face and began to wipe her tears away.  
I said, "What about Mom's question?"  
We looked at each other and thought about it.  
"I don't know, it just seems wrong," Cynthia finally responded.  
I nodded in agreement.  "But why?"  
She looked away and pondered.  She frowned and puzzled and eventually
her expression became one of exasperation.  Then, suddenly, a look of
insight came across her face, and she turned to me.  Her expression
was extremely serious.  
"George," she said, her voice a whisper, "we know the answer.  It's
simple.  Everyone knows right from wrong."  I was confused.  "George.
I love you.  Do you understand me?"  I nodded.   "Do you want me?"  I
nodded again.  "I want you, George.  Please."  
And suddenly I realized what she was saying.  Every decent human being
has a conscience, a guide.  They're attracted to beauty and repelled
by ugliness.  They know how to distinguish right from wrong.  When my
sister said she wanted me, I could feel, deep down, that it was right.
I didn't need to analyze it.  It was love, wholesome, radiant, and
beautiful.  I put my arms around her and she did the same.  She sat on
my lap and I nuzzled her cheek and her neck.  She smiled.
	At that moment Mom opened the door.  We were both startled, and
realized that we had blocked out the rest of the world.  Cynthia
jumped up.   Mom smiled and walked in, Dad behind her.  She walked
over to Cynthia, reached her arms around her and gave her a hug.  She
knelt down and took both our hands.  
"I know old habits die hard," she said. "I just want you to understand
that your father and I are proud of you both.  We're going to give you
our bedroom tonight.  Do whatever you want, including nothing at all,
if that's what you want.  But before we leave there's something I want
to tell you both.  She looked me straight in the eye.  "I want to make
love to you, George.  If you don't want to, I understand."  Before I
had time to absorb that sledge-hammer blow, she turned to Cynthia.
"Cynthia, your father wants to make love to you.  If you don't want
to, he understands.  We will never pressure you to do anything.  We
love you.  Good night."  And with that the two of them left us alone.
	Cynthia and I just sat there dumbfounded.  Our world was all
topsy-turvy.  It was as if we had moved to another planet.  At first
Cynthia just sat there with this shocked expression.  Then, slowly, I
saw it turn into a smile.  She turned to me.  I was still in shock. 
"George," she said.  Her expression was one of joy.  "I'm going to
make love to Dad."  
"You are?" I said, incredulous.  
She nodded slowly.  "I want him.  I love Daddy.  It's not the same as
it is with you and me, but I love him.  And I want him.  I never
imagined in my wildest dreams that he wanted me, but I want him."
She looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.  "I'm
getting wet just thinking about it."
I gulped.  She walked over to me.  She put her hands on either side of
my head and stroked my hair gently as I put my arms around her.  She
eased her open mouth toward mine and I felt my penis begin to stir.
Her open lips touched mine and my cock virtually sprang to full
erection.  We stood there, our lips moving in synchrony, and soon she
began to explore my mouth with her tongue.  She flicked the bottom of
my tongue with hers, then reached behind my head and entered my mouth
with her own.  She buried her mouth in mine and began to suck on my
tongue.  My cock was throbbing almost painfully.  It felt like there
was a steel pole between my legs.  My sister stood there sucking on my
tongue for some time.  Then she pulled back, opened her mouth wide,
and presented her own tongue for me to do the same to her.  I entered
her mouth hungrily and began to suck on her tongue, my head bobbing
back and forth vigorously.  And then my sister made a sound, a sound I
had never heard from her before, a beautiful sound.  It was delicate
and gentle yet hungry and incredibly lustful, and excruciatingly
female.  She moaned lightly.  The hint of a smile and the promise of
surrender were in that little moan.  I squeezed her harder against me
and she did the same.  Then I removed my mouth from hers and moved my
lips across hers, ever so gently.  We were both breathing hard.  She
looked at me, an expression of profound love and lust on her face.  
"Don't be afraid to do anything with me, George," she whispered.  "I
want you to do everything."  I smiled at her and she smiled back.  
"Let's take off all our clothes, every stitch," I said.  
"Okay," she responded, her voice warm and imploring.  "Stand here so I
can see you."  
We watched each other lovingly as we removed our clothing, rather
casually.  Cynthia was smiling at me sweetly and I couldn't help but
laugh occasionally.  I felt so completely warm towards her.  As she
took off her shirt I was surprised at how I responded to something I
had seen many times before.  Perhaps it was the way she moved this
time.  The lovely curve of her back, her beautiful flat stomach, her
firm little breasts, seemed sexier now.  She slipped out of her pants
and the way her hips flared from her little waist suddenly seemed
unbelievably marvelous to me.  I was doing the same, trying to keep
pace with her more or less.  She took off her bra quite nonchalantly,
and pulled down her panties.  She was quite naked now, and I was left
in my briefs, the head of my penis insistently protruding from the
waistband.  I smiled at her as I reached down and slowly lifted my
underwear over my penis and stepped out of it quickly.  Cynthia smiled
broadly and began to run her hands over her chest.  Then she walked
over to the edge of the bed, motioning for me to do the same.  We sat
down side by side at the edge of the bed and just looked at each
other's bodies.  Occasionally our eyes would meet and we couldn't help
but laugh a little.  
Finally I said, "I want to go down on you, my love."  
"Me too," she replied.  
She pushed me back on the bed and rubbed my stomach and my chest,
being careful not to touch my cock.  She smiled at me and reached over
me with one leg, straddling my shoulders as she faced away from me.  I
felt her hands on my hips and I reached up to embrace hers.  As I did,
the feel of her beautiful flat female butt was magnificent.  I
couldn't resist running my hands over her butt cheeks as I admired her
anus and her womanhood.  I pulled her pussy toward me gently until it
was only a few inches from my mouth.  Then I blew on it, ever so
lightly.  Cynthia moaned again, this time a louder, hungrier, more
insistent moan, and her labia flared noticeably.  They began to throb,
and I blew on her again, my mouth even closer to her pussy.  Then I
felt her hand begin to stroke my cock.  She was running her hand over
its length very gently, stroking it lovingly.  I positioned myself
very carefully so that my mouth was hovering less than an inch from
her clit.  I reached out with my tongue and pressed it very gently
against her clitoral hood.  I felt her body jerk slightly and a little
feminine grunt escaped from her mouth.  Then I felt her mouth begin to
envelope my cock.  She was not using her hands at all, simply taking
my cock, throbbing against my stomach, in her mouth, lifting it off my
stomach and slowly inching her mouth down its length.  
"Not too much, Cynthia, I'll come too soon," I warned, breathing hard.

She pulled her mouth off of me.  "Just let me take it all one time,"
she implored, and proceeded to do so.


From dmartin@hh.gpz.org Tue Nov 12 03:27:35 1996
"You almost broke my hand," I complained, laughing, and she laughed
too.  
She looked down at my cock, which was throbbing rudely against her
side.  
"Sorry," she said, taking my hand and massaging it tenderly.  "Don't
you think it's about time to take care of that?" she asked, glancing
at my hard-on.  
"I want to make you come again first," I replied.  
"George.  If I don't get that cock in my mouth soon I'm going to kill
you."  
I nuzzled her vigorously and said, "Okay, okay.  Just let me lay here
for a second.  You know," I said, as she caressed my chest, "as nice
as I thought I'd be, it's much nicer."  
She nodded, my head against hers.  "I know you want to be gentle,
George, and it's fine.  But I want you to be rough when the time
comes, too.  Now go wash your finger off," she said, with a maternal
tone.  
I finally pulled my finger out of her butt, went to the bathroom and
washed my hands.  At the sink I noticed that I was trembling
uncontrollably.  My penis was absolutely aching.  Cynthia came in.
"Sorry, couldn't wait any longer, George.  I've got to have that
cock," she said, hungrily.  
"Okay, but I don't think I can hold back very long," I warned.  
She merely smiled and walked up to me, planting a big wet kiss on me
before I could so much as move.   She kissed my neck roughly, then
knelt down and grabbed my hips, spinning them toward her.  My cock
bobbed crazily back and forth, and she smiled, following it with her
eyes.  As it swung before her, her mouth suddenly opened wide and she
caught it.  Then my sister began to attack my cock with her mouth.  No
gentle caresses with her tongue, no subtle techniques.  Her head
started bobbing up and down furiously as she sucked it hungrily.
Before I could catch a breath she had the whole thing in her mouth,
then pulled her head back, sucking on it as if it were the last
popsicle on earth.  I gasped, my eyes bugging out.  
"Jesus Christ, Cynthia!" I cried.  
I tried to catch my breath but couldn't.  I steadied myself against
the sink as I felt waves of excitement passing over me, and I realized
in moments that I was coming.  Cynthia was bobbing up and down, deep
throating me ruthlessly, and my breathing stopped as my eyes closed
tightly.  I threw my head back involuntarily and a loud moan escaped
from my lips as I felt my penis expand in her mouth, and the first
burst of semen came shooting from me.  Then another, and another, and
more still, until it felt like I was ejaculating air.  My cock just
kept springing, and my groin muscles began to hurt.  I was in no
position to tell what Cynthia was doing.  All I knew was that her
mouth was still on me.  I don't really know how long my moan lasted.
All I know is that finally I stopped ejaculating and I began sucking
air as if I had held my breath for an eternity.  I started to get my
bearings and I could tell that Cynthia was bobbing up and down on me
again, but more languidly now.  
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" I asked.  
She pulled her mouth off quickly, and retorted, "You know a better way
to go?"  
I hadn't realized how badly she desired to have me in her mouth.
Since then she's reminded me on numerous occasions.  I leaned against
the sink, breathing hard, licking the sweat off my upper lip.  When I
began to compose myself, I looked down at Cynthia, still working up
and down on me.  She had an expression on her face that scared the
hell out of  me.  It was one of hunger, seething, aching, demanding
hunger.  It was one of lust.  She stared at me as she pulled her mouth
off my cock.  
"You know what it's time for, don't you George?"  I swallowed and
nodded weakly.  "That right, sweetheart," she said, nodding.  "It's
time to fuck."  
My heart was beating fast, and I just looked around.  "I don't know if
I'm going to survive this, Cynthia," I said, only half-jokingly.  
She smiled a huge smile and rushed up at me, leaping into my arms and
wrapping her spindly legs around me.  I caught her and we kissed each
other over and over, on the cheeks, mouth, and neck, and we rubbed our
cheeks together.  
"Cynthia," I said, "have you fucked anyone else?"  
"Yes," she replied.  "One boy, Jimmy Fischer.  Don't worry.  I've been
tested for STD's since.  And you?"  
"No," I replied, "just kissing and stuff."  
She smiled.  "Ha!  I knew it!  George is a virgin, George is a
virgin," she teased, as she wrapped her arms and legs around me
tightly.
"Shut up!" I replied.  "I thought you wanted to fuck."
"You'll fuck me, virgin boy.  I know you want me."
"No I won't," I pouted, but I started to laugh in spite of myself.  I
was trying my best to stay mad at her but it was hopeless.  "I changed
my mind," I said, pouting and laughing at the same time.  I buried my
face in her neck and began to laugh uncontrollably.  
"What?" she asked, starting to laugh as well.  
"I just don't know how much I have left in me after that," I laughed.
"I'll do my best."  
"You'll do fine, sweetheart," she assured me.  "Come on.  To the bed."

I carried her over to it still wrapped around me and climbed onto the
bed, crawling on all fours with her hanging under me.  She held me
tightly, her arms around my neck, her legs gripping my midrib, and
finally I stopped with her head hovering above the pillow.  
"Uh, Cynthia, you can let go now," I said.  
She smiled.  "When I'm good and ready," and she rubbed her body
against me lovingly.  
Finally she eased herself onto the bed.  She was writhing under me and
rubbing my chest.  
She smiled slightly and said hoarsely, "Now fuck me with that virgin
cock!"  
I reached for the undersides of her thighs and held her legs apart
forcefully, bending them up until her knees were on either side of her
face.  To my surprise, my penis was erect again, and I tried to
position it to penetrate the snug nest it sought.  
"Remember, this is my first time, so don't be mad if my aim isn't too
good," I warned.  
"George, you worry too much," she insisted, her voice hoarse and
hungry.  "Less talk.  More fucking."  
Okay, I thought, and pushed my cock in where I thought it should go.
Cynthia breathed in deeply.  I slid into her as easy as pie, and in
moments found that my penis was completely buried in her.  I stayed
like that for a while as we savored the feeling.  Her eyes were closed
and she smiled.  
Finally she said, "Stuffed full of rigid dick," in a deep voice like a
T.V. anchorman, and we both burst out laughing.  I pressed down firmly
on the undersides of her thighs, holding her whole body down, and
began to fuck my sister.  Slowly I thrust in and out of her, amazed at
the feeling of burying my cock all the way inside her, then drawing it
out almost completely.  
"Too gentle George," Cynthia said lovingly.  "I should feel your hips
bang against me."  
I obliged, and holding her down firmly and thrusting forcefully
against her.  The sound of our bodies smacking together was marvelous,
and she smiled broadly.  
"Bingo," she said, and bit her lip.  "Now don't wait for me.
Masturbate yourself with my body."  Okay, I thought again, and slammed
into her, her body pressing down into the bed with every thrust.
"Look at me, sweetheart," she implored, and I stopped admiring her
pussy to gaze at her face.  
The love on that face was so tender and so giving that I couldn't help
but smile.  "I love you," she mouthed silently, and I thrust into her
harder.  She smiled and closed her eyes.  We both became more serious
now, fucking in earnest, and after coming so intensely just minutes
before, I was amazed to feel myself approaching orgasm again.  
"Sweetheart, I'm getting close," I warned her.  
"It's okay," she said, putting her hands on my cheeks.  "Come inside
me, my love."  
Now the action became fast and furious, and I was thought I must be
hurting her somehow.  But she just smiled a big smile, breathing in
little gasps, holding her hands on my cheeks.  And then I came.  It
was so wonderful to come inside her, and I thrust one last powerful
thrust, my balls pressed firmly against her anus, as I ejaculated.
Cynthia never made a sound, just smiled the broadest smile I had ever
seen on her, her eyes closed.  Finally I came to the end, and my head
fell on her stomach as I started breathing hard.  She ran her fingers
through my hair.  
"George..." she said.  
"Just a sec," I begged.  
"I know, as soon as you can," she responded.  "I want you to take me
from behind, sweetheart.  And no mercy this time."  
Christ, I thought, she is going to kill me.  
"And George," she added, "I also want you to sodomize me."  
I looked up at her.  "Cynthia!  How do you know about all this?"  My
sister had never talked about sex before, never behaved sexually in
front of me, never showed any overt interest in sex.  Here she was
doing everything and wanting everything done to her, and knowing how
and where and what and everything.  



From dmartin@hh.gpz.org Tue Nov 12 03:33:29 1996
We said nothing more.  I slipped from under her and positioned myself
behind her again.  I pulled her legs apart and positioned her hips so
that her pussy was fully open and exposed.  I reached into her crotch
and began to run my finger around her cunt lips.  I pushed it in and
out of her.  Then I pushed my juicy finger up her ass, reaming it
around firmly.  Cynthia said nothing, didn't move, just sat there on
all fours.  I pulled my finger out of her butt and reached into her
cunt with my other hand, this time putting four fingers inside her
with my palm rubbing against her labia.  I rubbed around a bit, then
pulled out my hand and slid it up and down my cock.  I positioned
myself closer to her ass, and as I did so she arched her back more,
and reached behind herself to hold her butt cheeks apart.  Her anus
was pointed straight at me, and I noticed that she was trembling a
little.  I put my hands around her hips gently, and leaned down,
planting a gentle kiss on her ass.  Then I placed the head of my cock
against her sphincter.  I pushed, and felt resistance.  I pushed
harder, and saw her anus press inward until I could no longer see the
opening.  I applied still more pressure, and felt my glans begin to
open her ass.  I pushed in until the entire head of my cock was inside
her.  This brought a gasp from my sister, and I heard her give a
little cry, almost a cry of pain.  I stopped.  She was breathing
deeply.  We still exchanged no words.  What was to be said?  I knew
what she wanted, what she expected.  I knew I wouldn't hurt her.  I
began to push again, easing my cock into her, inch by inch, and she
held her butt cheeks apart as she took it.  Her anus gripped my cock
strongly.  Cynthia was breathing very deeply and loudly now.  I knew
she was in some discomfort, but I also knew with certainty that she
wanted me to go on.  I kept easing myself in until finally I was up to
the hilt.  At that point I just stayed motionless for a while.
Cynthia was exhaling quite audibly and I couldn't help but admire her
for doing what she was doing.  Being willing to take a cock, any cock,
up her ass, to make herself vulnerable, to open herself up to someone
in such a profound way, moved me and aroused me greatly.  I reached
under her and felt for her clit.  I started stroking it gently.  This
seemed to make her relax a little and her breathing actually became
more subdued.  I pulled out of her slowly until only the head of my
cock was inside her, then pushed back in just as slowly.  Up to the
hilt again, then back out.  This seemed to help, lubricating her
rectum and making me slide in an out much better.  She let out a long,
barely audible whine.  I set up a slow, easy rhythm, pumping in and
out of her as I ran my finger back and forth over her throbbing clit.
Her rectum felt different, tighter but in a way not as tight, not as
muscular.  Now that it was lubricated I was sliding in and out with
some ease, but her sphincter still gripped me tightly.  With multiple
orgasms behind us, we were more steady now, more into fucking for its
own sake.  I looked down at Cynthia's ass as my cock slid slowly in
and out of it, savoring the incredible beauty of the sight.  I finally
broke the silence.  
"I wish you could see how this looks, sweetheart," I told her
tenderly.  
She laughed through a smile, replying,  "Maybe next time we should get
a camcorder."  
"Are you okay?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid question.  
"You know, George," she said, as if ignoring me, "I just realized
something.  You have an absolutely fabulous cock."  There was some
tension in her voice but I could tell she was getting more relaxed,
and she started to push back into me with each thrust.  I couldn't
help but giggle, and she laughed too.  
"I'm serious.  It's really really nice.  Not that I've related to lots
of cocks.  But yours just seems so smooth and hard.  It's like a silky
steel pole inside me.  Sometime when you're not using it can I just
play with it for a while?"   
"Sure, sis, I'll take it off and you can bring it to school with you."
I replied.  
We were both just quiet for a few moments as we thrust against each
other in a slow but energetic rhythm.  Then we both burst out
laughing.  I tried to keep the rhythm but I couldn't, and my head
dropped to her back as I laughed uncontrollably, my body jiggling.  
She let out with a little yelp between laughs, saying, "Hey, watch it,
it's jerking around in there."  
That really got us both laughing, and she could barely stay on all
fours as I held her waist, slobbering on her shoulder.  
"Quit slobbering on me, little pervert, and get back to fucking," she
admonished, still laughing.  "And get your finger back on that
button!"  
"Okay!" I roused myself, and got back up, setting up the rhythm again.

We both kept our mouths closed as each of us giggled occasionally, and
I put my free hand atop her butt as I continued to frig her with the
other, plunging in and out of her slippery bunghole.  Her clit felt
bigger than ever, and throbbed insistently through its hood.  We just
fucked and fucked, and for the first time I experienced the joy of sex
without the urge to reach orgasm.  It was just simply wonderful to be
probing deeply into my sister's willing asshole, watching her body
move against mine, listening to her breathing, feeling her clit throb
insistently, and feeling my balls slap against her warm pussy.  I felt
so full of joy, and I was giggling again, and I was glad, because at
that moment I felt so in love with my sister that tears started
streaming down my face.  I didn't want her to know I was crying again.
I just fucked her as sweetly and lovingly as I knew how.  Her
breathing started to become more rapid, and I could feel my body
wearily approaching yet another orgasm.  I closed my eyes and leaned
over, my mouth on her shoulder, and I concentrated on her.  The sound
of her breathing, the throbbing of her clit, the rhythm of her
movements.  Try not to thrust too hard, I counselled myself, knowing I
would have a strong urge to thrust powerfully as my orgasm approached.
I focused my mind on her, listening, feeling, touching, and I knew she
was getting close.  I pumped a little faster, feeling my hardness
tingle, and Cynthia started to wheeze that familiar wheeze, taking
little gulps occasionally to try to catch her breath.  I was like a
machine, driving into her with a steady rhythm, controlling myself to
my own astonishment, and running my finger ruthlessly over her clit.  
"Yes.  Yes.  Yes, yes, yes,"  she  repeated, as she squirmed in my
embrace, her voice getting higher with each yes.  We were breathing in
unison, and finally, she shouted hoarsely, "Come in my ass!" as if she
needed to tell me.  
Seconds later our bodies both jerked, and we let out simultaneous
moans as I felt my cock expanding inside her.  Jolt after jolt of
semen came bursting through my cock and into her depths, as I held it
deeply inside her, my balls pressing against her labia.  Finally I was
spent and I collapsed onto her, absolutely exhausted.  Cynthia fell
onto the bed, and we lay there together breathing heavily, my cock in
her ass, for some time.  Our eyes were closed, and we just listened to
each other's breathing as it gradually slowed.  Between exhaustion and
the almost hypnotic sound of her breathing, I felt very reluctant to
move, even though my weight was on her.  But finally I snapped out of
it, sliding off of her and gathering her up in my arms.  She was
almost limp as she snuggled up to me, coming to rest with her head on
my chest, her leg draped over my hips.  I felt absolutely spent, and
Cynthia just lay there snuggled tightly against me, clutching my
chest.  I tried to stay awake but soon I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up Cynthia was still snuggled against me, her mouth open
as she slept soundly, drooling on my chest.  I heard a noise and saw
the door open.  Mom came through the door with a tray in her hands.
Cynthia roused and jerked her head up.  She was disoriented for a
moment, and embarrassed, and she drew the covers up as she sat up
hurriedly.  Mom just smiled as Dad came in behind, also carrying a
tray.  I sat up too, and looked at Cynthia sitting next to me, naked
as a jaybird, the sheet covering her little breasts but leaving her
flank exposed.  She looked at me, then looked around the room,
embarrassed, and I put my hand on her shoulder.  She smiled in spite
of herself.  
"Good morning," said Mom as she and Dad walked up to the bed.  "We
thought you might be particularly hungry this morning."  
She sat down on the bed and put her tray across Cynthia's thighs, as
Dad walked around the bed.  I was stroking Cynthia's shoulder and Mom
reached over to brush her hair out of her face.  
Cynthia looked down, smiling a broad smile, and Mom said, "I know
you're embarrassed, sweetie.  It's okay."  
Dad put his tray across my hips.  It smelled delicious, and I had to
admit I felt starved.  Cynthia glanced at Dad, and he smiled at her
tenderly.  She smiled back and looked at Mom.  Mom stroked her cheek,
and Cynthia looked down again and just laughed.  She dropped the
sheet, and it fell away slowly to reveal her little breasts.  I leaned
over and kissed her on the cheek, and then I started eating.  Cynthia
did the same.  Dad walked around the bed and sat down, putting his
arms around Mom, and she sat in his lap.  Cynthia and I were gobbling
up our breakfasts.  Mom shook her head.  "I have a little confession
to make," she said, glancing at Dad.  "We watched you last night."
Cynthia and I stopped in mid chew and looked up.  "Well, we couldn't
see what was happening in the bathroom."  She smiled.  "How's that for
an irony?  We heard Cynthia say something about cock and then it
seemed like no time passed and George yelled, 'Jesus Christ,' or
something, and we heard this incredibly loud moan.  What did you do to
him, Cynthia?" 
Cynthia and I just sat there with food in our mouths, not chewing, and
looked over at each other.  Cynthia, her mouth full of food, mumbled,
"I dp frode hm."  
"You what?" replied Mom, not understanding her.  
Cynthia swallowed her food, and looking down, said clearly, "I deep
throated him."  
"Where did you guys learn all this stuff?" Mom wanted to know.  "Deep
throating, cunnilingus, anal sex, you guys were amazing.  When we were
your age we barely new what the missionary position was."  
"So what is it again?" I asked.  
"Ha ha," she replied.  "Seriously, I never told you all that stuff."  
"I've seen videos, Mom," I replied.  "They're very educational."  
"Me too," quipped Cynthia.  
"You have?" I returned.  "Where?"  
"At a friend's," she replied.  "Don't be nosy.  But I've read a lot
too," she said, turning back to Mom.  I'm not a kid, you know.  You
think I don't read your Cosmo's?"  
"No, I know you read them, and I know you're not a kid.  I'm just
surprised you know how to do those things so well."  
Cynthia was a little embarrassed again.  I wondered whether she was
going to tell Mom about Jimmy Fischer.  
"Oh," she said, looking down.  Then she looked over at me.  "Well
that's where love comes in," she said, reaching over to stroke my
hair.  
It was my turn to be embarrassed, and Mom saw my face turn red.  
"Cynthia, you're making him blush," said Mom.   
Cynthia looked at me, my face red, then suddenly turned back to Mom
and said, quite nonchalantly, "Mom.  I've decided.  I'm going to make
love to Daddy."  
Then she reached down, popped a sausage in her mouth and went back to
gobbling down her breakfast.  Mom and Dad looked at each other, and
they turned to me.  I just shrugged and started eating again too.
Mom just shook her head.  
"Well I was going to tell you to be sure and get a pregnancy test, but
I'm sure you'll yell at me and tell me again you're not a kid."
Cynthia smiled and nodded.  "Okay.  We'll leave you alone again.
Enjoy."   


From dmartin@hh.gpz.org Tue Nov 12 03:36:49 1996
Mom and Dad left as Cynthia and I just sat there exchanging loving
looks and smiles while we ate.  I picked up a sausage and threw it at
her face.  
"Here, deep throat this," I said.  The sausage missed her completely.

"Ha ha," she said, and picked up some scrambled eggs on a spoon.  
"Hey, watch it, you nympho," I warned.  
"You watch it, little pervert," she retorted, smiling, and flung the
eggs at me.  It was a direct hit.  One piece hit me in the eye,
another in the nose, and another on the cheek.  The piece on my eye
stayed, hanging on my eyelid, and I reached up calmly and wiped it
off.  
"So that's how it's gonna be, eh?" I said, laughing demonically and
nodding.  "Well, I'm just...."  "Shh!" she said suddenly.  
Yeah, right, I thought.  "That's not...," I started, but she motioned
vigorously with her hand, her eyes at the door.  
Then I heard a sound.  It was a low, barely audible moan.  
"Did you hear that?" she whispered, turning back toward me.  
I nodded.  She motioned with her head toward the door and we lifted
the trays off ourselves carefully and eased quietly out of bed.   We
walked over to the door and listened.  
"Mmmmmmm," we heard.
It sounded like Mom.  We looked at each other.  I shrugged.  Cynthia
reached over and turned the doorknob ever so slowly.  She opened the
door a crack and we listened some more.  At first there was nothing.  
Then, quite audible, came "Ohhhhhhh!"  
It was definitely Mom.  Cynthia turned to me and smiled.  I gave her a
puzzled frown.  She reached for the doorknob again and opened the door
very slowly, looking through the crack toward where we heard the
sound.  She smiled and motioned with her finger for me to look.  I
eased my head in right above hers.  Mom and Dad were on the couch on
the far side of the living room.  Dad was on his back, wearing only
socks.  His legs were straight out, facing toward us, his feet on the
coffee table.  Mom was astride him, completely naked, facing away from
us.  Her hands were behind her, gripping his thighs, and her body
eased slowly up and down.  
"Ohhh, yes, Timmy," she said softly.  
Never in my life had I ever heard Mom call Dad Timmy.  Dad's hands
were on her breasts as she rode him hungrily.  Each time she rose
high, almost pulling out of him, then eased herself back onto him,
smoothly, slowly.  I glanced down at Cynthia, and noticed that she
seemed mesmerized.  I poked her and she looked up at me.  Her
expression was one of amazement.  Then she mouthed silently, "his
cock," and I realized.  I had seen Dad's big dick lots of times, but
Cynthia had probably never seen it, certainly not fully erect.  Mom
had to raise her body tremendously to get most of it out of her.  I
smiled and carefully moved down, putting my arms around Cynthia and
cupping her breasts.  I kissed her ear and she nuzzled me, putting her
arm around mine.  Mom just kept raising and lowering herself onto
Dad's enormous organ.  She moaned again.  The tendons in her hands
stood out as she gripped his thighs tightly.   Cynthia looked at me
and mouthed "I want to see better," motioning for us to get closer.  I
shrugged.  We got up very carefully and she opened the door a bit
more, then took me by the hand and we entered the living room.  We
stepped ever so quietly as she led me straight toward them, smiling at
me.  We walked up carefully until we were only a few feet from the
coffee table.  Cynthia motioned for me a sit down, and we both did so.
Now we could see very well indeed.  I studied Mom's body.  She's thin
and bony, like Cynthia, with even longer, skinnier arms.  Her body
sags a little, and her skin is more wrinkled, but she's a bit more
curvaceous, and she did seem very sexy, especially with that big cock
inside her.  And she seemed so expert at what she was doing, so
confident.  Cynthia's eyes seemed glued to Dad's cock.
"Oh yes, Timmy," Mom said softly, then leaned forward and put her arms
around Dad's neck.
She held him tightly and started working herself up and down on him
faster.  Cynthia looked at me with this goofy smile and mouthed,
"Timmy?"  I just shrugged.  They started going at it fast and furious.
I was just admiring how skillfully Mom fucked him, her body sliding up
on him until he was almost out of her, then taking him all back inside
her, smacking down on his thighs.  Her breathing became more rapid,
but there were no more moans, no wheezes, no whimpers, just the
occasional, "Yes," or "Yes, Timmy."  Dads toes were curling and his
leg muscles kept contracting and relaxing, but other than that he
seemed almost motionless.  Then she started pumping really fast, and
with one last smack on his thighs her body froze, and there was not a
sound out of either of them, no breathing, nothing.  I could see her
body straining, and after several seconds they both started breathing
rapidly.  Her head dropped down and her body relaxed.  Cynthia smiled
at me and rested her chin on her hands, and I did the same.  Mom just
sat there, breathing hard for a while, then turned her head to the
side and coughed a little.  That's when she saw us. 
Her body jerked and she exclaimed, "Jesus!" then smiled and relaxed.  
She started laughing breathlessly and Dad poked his head from around
her body.  Cynthia and I just sat there smiling with our heads on our
hands.
"I thought you two were eating breakfast," she said.
"We heard a sound," replied Cynthia.  "Since when do you guys fuck on
the sofa?"
"I told you we'd get caught," Dad said to Mom.
"Well you guys did have our bed, you know.  Actually...."  She paused.
"I  was just so aroused by you two naked in bed together I couldn't
wait another second."
Cynthia and I looked at each other open-mouthed.  Mom eased herself
off of Dad and sat on the couch next to him.  They were both sweating
profusely, and Mom wiped her forehead.
"Anyway," she said, still a little out of breath, "we didn't mean to
interrupt your breakfast."
Cynthia looked a Mom thoughtfully.
"Mom?" she said.
Mom looked up.  "Yes, sweetie?"
"Do you want me to fuck Dad?"
Mom shook her head.  "I want you to do whatever you want, sweetheart."
"But you're not jealous?"
Mom smiled.  "Of course I'm jealous, Cynthia."  She looked at Dad
lovingly.  "I'm jealous any time he looks at another woman.  But
that's not love.  It's selfish bullshit.  Deep down I want him to have
pleasure.  He wants you very badly, Cynthia.  He's just hesitant to
say so because he's afraid you'll feel pressured."
Dad looked down, embarrassed.  Cynthia sat up and walked over to Mom.
She took Mom's hand  and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I want him too," she said softly.  "I want him inside me."  She
looked at Dad's cock.  Mom reached up and brushed Cynthia's hair out
of her face, and caressed her cheek.  Cynthia turned back to look at
me.
"How do you feel about it, George?"
Frankly, I did feel jealous, partly because Dad is so much bigger than
me, but mostly because I'm so much in love with that girl.   Part of
me wanted her all to myself, in every way.  But even as I felt this I
knew that Cynthia would always be mine in the most important way, and
sex wouldn't change that one bit.   Neither Dad nor anyone else could
ever share what we had between us.  And because I loved her, I wanted
her to be tenderly caressed and wildly fucked by Jean Claude van
Damme, or the Dallas Cowboys, or whoever turned her on, for hours and
hours, until she couldn't walk.  But of course I had to be a brother
about it.
"As long as I get to watch," I replied.
She looked at me annoyingly.   "You'll do more than watch, little
pervert.   And don't give me that nonchalant attitude like you don't
care."
"I care.  You don't mind if I fuck Mom?"
"You didn't say you wanted to fuck her."
"Well if I do?"
Cynthia was very serious, and I could tell she wasn't going to let me
get away with any bullshit.
"I love you, George.  I've always loved you, I'll love you if you
don't fuck anyone else, and I'll love you the same if you fuck every
woman you see for the rest of your life, including Mom."
She looked a me silently.  I was a withered by that look, and I just
looked around for a moment.
Then I looked her straight in the eye and said, "I wish I could marry
you.  I wish I could make babies with you.  I wish...."  
I stopped, my eyes getting watery again.  Cynthia rushed over to me
and her naked body embraced mine.
"Shhhhhhh," she said.  "You don't have to say any more, sweetheart.
You don't have to say anything."
She just held me there, and I looked up, and saw that tears were
streaming down Mom's face, and Dad was rubbing his eyes.  It was
strange, all of us there together naked, crying.  It was something
I'll never forget.
Finally I said, "Talk to Dad, Cynthia.  Tell him how you feel."



From dmartin@hh.gpz.org Tue Nov 12 03:45:09 1996
	I just stayed inside her for a while as Cynthia raised up and put her
hand on my shoulder.  She looked at me, smiling, as she stroked my
arm.  I reached over and caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes,
smiling, as she nuzzled against my hand.  I reached behind her and
pulled her toward me.  Our cheeks rubbed together, and I savored the
feeling of profound intimacy, my cock up my mother's pussy, caressing
my sister warmly.    Our eyes were closed as we nuzzled each other,
for what seemed like forever.  It was hard to break away.  When we
did, I saw that Dad had reached up and was caressing one of Cynthia's
breasts tenderly.  Mom was running her hand up and down Cynthia's
shoulder.  As the three of us caressed her naked body, the reality of
what we all felt came upon us.  All of us wanted her, ached for her.
Cynthia realized it too, and the realization swept over her like a
wave.  She looked at each one of us in turn, then back to me with a
look of anticipation, her mouth open, her breathing becoming deep.  My
cock was growing again inside my mother's pussy, and I pulled out of
her and stood up, turning toward my sister.  Without a word I reached
behind her and into her butt crack, lifting her and pulling her toward
me.  Her spindly legs wrapped around me and I pushed my tongue into
her mouth, sucking her tongue vigorously.  I was standing with her
wrapped around me near the edge of the bed.  Mom had rolled off of
Dad, who got off the bed and went hurriedly to the pan to wash his
cock.  He came back to the bed and laid back behind us.  Cynthia was
still entwined on me, and I climbed up on the bed holding her, until
we were hovering over Dad.  She was very aroused and seemed almost as
if she were in a trance, her eyes closed.  I lifted her off of me,
handing her to Dad, but as he reached for her I held her up.   I began
to rotate her ass, and Dad turned her trunk at the same time, as we
spun her in mid-air so that she was facing down.  She laughed as her
hair fell all out of place.  Then we lowered her until she rested on
Dad's stomach, and I eased up behind her, running my hands up her
sides and over her breasts.  Mom came up alongside.  We were all
intent upon her, and she could feel it.  We hovered around her
hungrily, stroking her, caressing her.  Cynthia was becoming very
aroused, and I could feel the heat of her crotch as I leaned against
it.
Finally she said, through clenched teeth, "I want to be FUCKED.  I
want cocks up my pussy and up my ass.  Do you people understand?  I
can't wait any longer.  Give it to me.  NOW!"
All three of us attacked her.  Dad grabbed her hips and rammed his big
boner up her cunt.  I grabbed her ass and pushed mine up her tight
butthole.  Mom lunged for her, grabbing her by the throat and covering
her mouth with an insistent kiss.  Cynthia grunted, her mouth covered
by Mom's, as her body jerked forward from our mutual thrusts, and we
all held her tightly as Dad and I plunged in and out of her.  The
whole thing was so primal.  Cynthia just kept grunting helplessly, her
nose flaring as she tried to breathe through it spasmodically.  Dad
and I were fucking away at her swiftly,  our cocks plunging in and out
with machinelike simultaneity.   Finally  Mom broke the kiss, and
Cynthia's mouth hung open as she gasped for breath, drooling.  Mom
moved down to her breasts and was sucking on them audibly as she held
Cynthia by the throat.  Cynthia kept gulping and trying to catch her
breath.
"Fuck!" was all she could say, and then her mouth hung open widely as
she drooled freely on the bed.  I wasn't holding back this time, and
the feel of her solid, taut little butt cheeks as I pounded deeply
into her was absolutely fantastic.  Finally I lost it.
"Cynthia, I love you!" I screamed, half crying.
"Fuck her, don't stop fucking her!" Mom yelled.
We kept ramming into her simultaneously, and Cynthia started making
these incredible, animalistic sounds.  Her body wriggled wildly and I
thought she was coming, although it was hard to tell, so much was
happening, and I wasn't about to stop what I was doing.  Then she just
went to whining, wheezing, and gasping pathetically, and we kept
fucking away at her.
"Faster!" yelled Mom.
We picked up the pace.
"Harder!" yelled Mom.
I started slamming my hips against her ass, and I felt Dad's powerful
hips doing the same.  Cynthia started making those weird sounds again,
something between grunts, shrieks, and gurgles.  I felt her squirming
wildly again and her body jerked uncontrollably.
"Faster, give her all you've got!" ordered Mom.
Dad and I started pumping her really fast, and I felt that familiar
tingle as my orgasm approached.  I leaned over and hunched against her
back as I fucked her ass eagerly.  Then I was coming, my semen
shooting into her, and then I heard Dad say, "Ohhh!", and then I heard
Cynthia scream.  Later, I thought surely the neighbors must have heard
it.  But at the time, I didn't give a shit.  The two of us held her
tightly, our cocks buried inside her.  They spasmed again and again.
Cynthia's body was jerking powerfully as we held her, her hands
clawing fiercely at the bed.   Finally I was spent, and I collapsed
upon her.  Dad came to the end soon after, his breathing coming
rapidly. 
	Cynthia was still in another world.  Her body continued to twitch and
spasm uncontrollably as meaningless gurgles and half-syllables came
out of her.  I thrust involuntarily, my cock expanding again.  The
movement stimulated Dad to do the same, and Cynthia let out a "Guh!"
After several seconds Dad thrust again for the last time.  I leaned to
the side to see what Mom was doing.  She still had Cynthia by the
throat and was running her hand over Cynthia's forehead and temple,
which were dripping with sweat.  Cynthia was gasping for breath, her
mouth wide, her eyes closed.   I leaned down and kissed the side of
her body, which made her jump.   It was as if her body was
hypersensitive, and she was still whining and whimpering.  Slowly her
breathing became more normal and Mom put Cynthia's head on her
shoulder.
"George," Mom said.  "Come here."
I pulled out of Cynthia and crawled up to her face.  It was flushed,
as was her upper chest.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her
eyes were closed.  Her body was trembling.
"George," said Mom softly.  "Go to the bathroom and get a wet
washcloth."
I did so.  When I came back Mom and Dad were gone.  Cynthia was laying
there on her stomach, trembling and almost crying.  I climbed up on
the bed and wiped her head, rubbing her back gently.
"Sweetheart?" I said softly.
She gave no answer.
"Sweetheart, are you all right?"
She just nodded.  Her mouth was still open and she breathed deeply.
She slowly pulled herself up and reached for me, her eyes closed.  She
pushed me down on the bed and curled up next to my crotch.  She took
my penis in her mouth and sucked on it like a baby.  As she did so,
her body stopped trembling and I heard her make these contented little
high-pitched moans.  I reached down and stroked her shoulder, my head
falling back to rest on the bed.  It was the last thing I remember
before falling asleep.
	We've never repeated the intensity of that first time we were all
together, although the next day Dad and I had both our cocks up Mom's
asshole (yes, at the same time).  Dad and Cynthia especially have
relaxed a lot with each other.  The other day she came out of the
shower and was on the phone, laying naked on the bed.  He walked in,
saw her there, stripped off his clothes, and started stroking her
stomach.  She smiled at him, reached up and stroked his chest, wrapped
her legs around him, and took him inside her.  While he fucked her she
kept talking on the phone like nothing was happening.  And as profound
as the first experience was, I've learned that making love is much
more than bringing each other to mind-shattering orgasms.  We enjoy
exploring each other's bodies for sometimes hours at a time.  Cynthia
and I find it hard to sleep apart (and we seldom do), even though
there are many nights that we don't make love.  I still tease her and
pick on her and drive her crazy, but I almost forget not to call her
sweetheart in public.  I absolutely adore taking showers with her.  We
usually come out of the shower, climb in bed together buck naked, and
fall asleep in each other's arms.  But somehow I usually wake up with
her mouth on my cock.
	Which brings me back to the beginning of my story.  I know that one
day Cynthia will fall in love with someone else, have a family, and I
will lose her in a way.  I know that the day will come when we can no
longer make love.  I know there are things we can never have together.
But I'm not bitter or discontented.  I know that I can never really
lose her.  I'll always have the memories of what we share.  I consider
myself a very lucky young man.  That's why  I wanted to tell this
story.

	This is Cynthia.  The little pervert writes pretty well doesn't he?
It's neat to see it all from his perspective.  I would have thought
that he would exaggerate or distort something, but it's all very
accurate.  I cried again when I read the first part.  I just want to
say one thing.  People on this little planet seem to overcomplicate
things a lot.  Life is really very simple.  Love is the answer.  

	This is George again.  After she wrote that she put her finger up her
pussy and then wiped it on my cheek.  It's getting warm in here.  We
have to stop writing now.


									Love,

									George and Cynthia