Sandy Stephan: Sister's incest secrets

By now I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. It felt as though my emotions were going one way and my mind another. I wanted to please him too. His happiness had always been important to me. But this situation stymied me. In the end I took refuge in complete inaction. I just lay there as he continued to caress my body and kiss me all over.

Apparently I'd done the right thing, unwittingly. Now that I had relieved myself of all responsibility, his lovemaking began to get through to me. A soft moan escaped my lips. Bob paused for a moment to look me in the eyes. And when he saw the expression there he smiled faintly and returned to his work. This time he was gentler, more specific. Instead of racing around my body like a tourist who's only got three days to see the whole of Europe, he now began to visit each part of my anatomy at his leisure, exploring it thoroughly.

My tits seemed to fascinate him. Even though they were quite small he devoted a great deal of love to each of them. His lips closed around the hardening nipples, tugging at them, licking them, while his hands softly squeezed the springy flesh. My nipples had always been quite sensitive. Wearing a woollen sweater without anything underneath was devastating for me. But Bob opened up a new dimension of sensitivity up there. The more he sucked and caressed, the more my nipples, and then my tits, began to burn with passion. It felt as though there was a direct tine between my tits and my pussy, each impulse of pleasure being telegraphed down to it to add to the sensation of sweatiness. Now it was no problem for me to respond to him. My arms encircled his strong torso and hugged him close to me. Bob continued to suck at my breasts but one hand moved down to my cunt. My legs parted reflexively, greedy for more pleasure.

It worried me not a little that it was so quiet in the house. Every noise would surely be magnified by the still night air, and sooner or later our parents would be awoken by our expressions of appreciation. But when Bob's finger slipped up my cunt I couldn't help but let out a long, plaintive wail of ecstasy. His finger was so big and thick compared to the tentative fingertip I'd inserted in the past. And it filled me with a double sensation, one of physical pleasure, one of anticipation for something even bigger… the thick erection that was at that moment pushing hard against my thigh!

“Oh Bob,” whispered, hugging him frantically, “this is so nice, so very nice. Are you going to go all the way with me?”

“Do you think we should?” He sounded kind of strangled, as if he couldn't control any part of himself anymore.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I sighed, my loins undulating under pressure of his reaming finger. “Do you think it would hurt-oh, it doesn't matter, just do it, Bob, I love you so much!”

His cock slipped out of his pajamas and rubbed along my thigh. The knob felt hot and smooth as it ran along my skin, but so big; far too big for my tiny opening. In the faint light I stole a glimpse of it and almost lost my courage. It rose out of a thick bush of dark hair, this swollen rod of flesh, and now it didn't look like a toy anymore, the way it had when we were kids bathing together. It looked fierce, purposeful, and I just knew it would tear me apart.

Luckily Bob seemed to know about such difficulties. Instead of plowing into me he slid down along my body till his face made contact with my cunt. His tongue flicked out at me, moistening the entrance thoroughly and bringing more juice down the tunnel. It felt so incredibly nice to me! His tongue was deft and a little abrasive, warm and wet, and whenever it stroked a certain part of my cunt I felt long, rippling thrills run to all parts of my body. I wanted him to stay down on me for the rest of the night but he didn't.

As soon as I'd been lubricated he came back up and lodged his thick knob up against my slit. This was the moment of truth for us both. His cock missed the hole and he butted me in that sensitive area. He cursed under his breath and tried to poke it in. I had to guide it or he would never have found it. It was hard to keep control of my faculties but this was too important. His hard knob parted my flesh and tried to barge all the way in. A flame of pain rose from my cunt all the way up to my throat and I had to hold both hands in front of my mouth to stop from screaming!

“What's the matter?” Bob asked, stopping for a moment.

“Nothing,” I said. A sob rose up but I suppressed it as best I could. “Go ahead, only be gentle with me.”

“Okay, I'll try.” He pushed again and again, and each time he did the pain nearly pushed my eyeballs out of my head. Just as I thought sex was a physical impossibility the pain began a gradual transformation into a wholly different sensation. It was as though my system had absorbed the brunt of the pain and was now learning to love it! Yes, the pain was good, it was sharp and vibrant and excruciating! Bob was still pounding his knob into my reluctant orifice, making less headway than expected. But even that problem solved itself. Juices began to flow when I'd learned to love the pain. And those juices seeped down around his knob and helped him past the awkward stage.

Now he had his knob right inside me and the path seemed clear for a complete entry. We were both wrapped in each other's arms, panting and groaning, straining to accommodate the other. Just as his cock seemed on the brink of plumbing my depths, another obstacle arose. Neither of us knew what was going on. “Goddammit!” Bob said suddenly, drawing back and plunging his cock into me. That did it. The pain I'd learned to understand was displaced by one of much greater sharpness. It seared up through my belly and almost made me pass out. A red cloud exploded in my mind and a scream welled up out of my throat. This time there was nothing I could do about it.

“Shut up!” Bob hissed. His cock was all the way inside me now and he was pushing it back and forth with all of his might. It was starting to feel good, very good. I left the pain behind with little or no effort. All I could really feel was his thick, hard cock thrusting in and out, in and out, opening up new areas of pleasure throughout my body.

It was at this point that the light went on. Bob and I turned to stone. We knew who'd be there but we couldn't make ourselves look.

“I heard a scream,” said a feeble voice. It was Dad, and when I found the strength to look him in the eye I saw that he was ashen. “So I came.”

“It was nothing, Dad,” I said. Bob still had his cock inside me. At that moment I wanted nothing else but for Dad to go up in a puff of smoke so that we could finish this fuck. That was too much to ask for. Dad seemed to find his tongue all of a sudden, and at that moment his face went from ashen to bright red. He began to yell at us, at the same time striding over to the bed and dragging Bob off me. I can't remember what he said to us but none of it was complimentary.

The next day, then, arrangements were made for me to attend boarding school. Bob had to stay at home because of some academic wrinkle. I was glad to get out of there. The atmosphere in the house, to put it mildly, was pungent.

I'd been terribly unhappy at boarding school for the first few days. There were only girls there and the more I thought about Bob the more I wanted to finish that fuck-with him or with someone else. It was the frustration that stayed with me. Had he finished I might have settled into school life with little difficulty. But the memory of that throbbing flesh inside my pussy drove me up the wall. The girls could not help me. And there were no men within miles of the school. Those first few nights, then, were desperate ones. In the privacy of my own bed I tried to stick things up my cunt that I thought would take care of my problem. Fingers, a long pen, a stolen carrot, nothing worked.