Valerie Gray: Siblings Who Lust With Trust

Emily told me, 'I'm sore…but sooooo nicely sore…' Emily nudged me and gently indicating that I was getting heavy on her. 'I also gotta pee badly so get off me, brother.. I gotta go reeeeally bad.' she added with urgency and I lifted myself off her and let my still half hard cock slip out of her. A generous gulp of our sexual fluids left Emily's body and dripped from between her still swollen little labia, making a sticky little puddle in the grass between her thighs. I tiredly, still sluggish from the warm afterglow stood up and helped her to her feet.

'Ow, am I sore!” Emily remarked as she winced once or twice before stepping away a few paces and squatted to relief her bladder. The steady stream of her peeing sounded clearly through the quiet night air eventually slowed down to a trickle and Emily stood up. We met and hugged each other closely and kissed again. Now not with the heat and urging of the illicit lust, but more so with the love and tenderness of lovers. We broke the kiss and Emily rested her head against my chest and shoulder. We just stood there close together to take in and come to grips with the enormity of what we just had done.

No regrets, at least not from my side and not from hers either.

'Wow, that really was worth the wait.' we almost simultaneously whispered and Emily giggled wickedly as I chuckled. “And there's more to come. Now that I've had you once, I want to have you at least every day if you'll have me.' I mumbled and Emily grinned widely, her beautiful white teeth lighting up her face. 'I want you every day and you know, the closets in our room only have a very thin wall between them. Maybe we should knock that out so that we can freely share our rooms without using the hallway. That way we can fuck each other every day.' Emily giggled and hand in hand we walked towards the water of the lake to take a refreshing bath and swim.

Whatever was in that water, it did wonders for us and rapidly revived us to the point that my erection returned in full when I saw Emily's lithe and slim figure outlined against the starlit sky. We left the water, picked up our bags and clothes and made off to the Forestry shelter. I was getting hungry and having had the presence of mind to pack a bottle of wine, a couple of baguettes and some hard Italian sausage, I offered to have a romantic light supper. I spread my sleeping-bag on the cot and soon we were taking turns on sips of the bottle and happily munching away the delicate and tasty bread with that sausage that I cut up with my pocket knife. This combination of food and wine, to date, has remained our secret ceremonial meal with which we celebrate our incest and seal our commitment to each other. I haven't kept track how many times we managed to couple that memorable weekend, but rest assured that it was many, many times.

And so ends the simple and pleasant tale of how Emily and I found relief and an undying bond with each other in the wickedly and so deliciously secret consummation of incest. Over the years we've experimented with different partners, but we always found it lacking that special sharp and wickedly nasty edge that none but the two of us can find and so deeply enjoy in the unique sexual experience between us and the deep gratification that it brings us.

I was bummed because my brother was bummed. His name is Jonathan and he turned twelve the day in question. Both our parents were out of town on business all week, though, which meant he hadn't had much of a birthday. They'd promised him something very nice when they came back, but it still wasn't the same. To make matters worse, I'd tried to bake him a cake when I got back from my classes I was eighteen, smart, capable and shouldn't have had any problem with baking a cake. But I'd burned it to a crisp.

“I'm really sorry,” I said to him again as we looked at the charred mess that had come out of the oven.

Jonathan shrugged. “That's okay. I know you tried.”

We ate dinner in silence after that, then Jonathan went quietly up to his bedroom, leaving me feeling totally crappy cause now I had nothing for him (his cake was meant to be his birthday present. I was poor and couldn't afford anything decent). I started to think about what else I might be able to give him as a present.

I went into the living room to watch some TV while I thought, but after a couple hours I still couldn't think of anything. A little depressed, I shut off the TV and walked quietly upstairs, figuring I might as well turn in early.

As I moved by Jonathan's bedroom door, I could hear a very faint sound, almost right on the edge of hearing. I paused for a second and listened. After a moment I figured out what it was. Springs. Bedsprings. Squeaking in a very steady, rhythmic pattern.

I had to stifle a giggle. It was pretty obvious what my little brother was up to right now. He'd obviously decided to give himself a little birthday present. I went into my bedroom and started undressing for bed. Once I was naked I laid down and reached for my lap to turn off the light. Then I paused, a thought playing through my mind. I shook my head and refused to let it settle. Click, and the light went off.

But the thought returned, slowly and quietly. I fought back against it, refusing to pay any attention, but it persisted. Finally I decided to confront it directly. The thought was this: Maybe, just maybe, I could give my little brother the ultimate present.

His first fuck with a girl.

I shook my head. No. This would be ten kinds of wrong. Not only was he my little brother, but he was only just barely twelve. I hadn't lost my virginity until I was… well sure I'd been twelve, too, but more twelve than he was.

Still… while there were a dozen or so good reasons not to do it with him, were there any good reasons to do it with him? It would be a present I wouldn't have to pay for, which was good. It'd certainly make him happy, which was good. Plus, well, I hadn't been laid in a few months. Getting fucked again would be nice, even if it was with my little brother. Even better, I wouldn't have to make him wear a condom, cause it would be his first time.

Since I was on the Pill, pregnancy wouldn't be an issue.

I tried to fight back on the thoughts even as my hand drifted down between my legs. No, no, no. I couldn't have sex with my little brother. That would be just bad as bad can be. I mean, there was no way it could be a good idea.

But maybe… well… maybe…

I sat up. I couldn't let him fuck me, but I could at least do a few other things with him, couldn't I? Just so that he would learn a few things, maybe get off, certainly have a better birthday than he had so far.

A little tingle went through my vagina as I turned the light back on and grabbed my bathrobe. Yes. I'd do a little bit of stuff with him. Just enough to give him an education about sex, but not enough to actually get fucked by him. That'd work.

Before I could chicken out, I went into the hall and knocked on Jonathan's bedroom door. His light was still on, so I was pretty sure he was awake, and I hadn't heard the bedsprings, so I guess he was done with that.

“What?” came his voice.

“Let me in for a second.”

“Okay.” He came up and unlocked his bedroom door. As he opened it, I saw he was wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. Good. “What?”

“I have a birthday present for you,” I said with a smile.

“Oh?” Jonathan perked up a little. “What is it?”

“Sit on your bed and close your eyes.”

He did so.

I took a breath. This was it. I unwrapped my robe and let it drop to the ground.

Then I softly said, “Now open your eyes.”

Jonathan did so, and then opened his eyes even wider as he looked at my nude body. His mouth opened and he squeaked out, “You're naked!”