Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

But gradually, Rachel noticed some changes in her own body. Puberty came to Rachel too, and her breasts began to bud, the slice of her pussy to take definite, feminine shape. The lips thickened, grew more sensitive. It no longer tickled when Jon used his hands between her filling-out thighs. Once upon a time she'd only giggled and blushed when he fingered her; the first orgasm she received from his hands caused Rachel to flush, grow deathly pale, then reel, almost swooning. She could do it to herself but it seemed much more fun when he did it, and of course that led to a resumption of their naive sex play, for turnabout was only fair.

She was a sweet eighteen, her brother a growing boy of nineteen, the first time he put his cock into her pussy. They'd been leading up to it for quite a while, for it seemed such a natural thing to do. His fingers had gone into her tight crack and she'd fisted her, hands around his gushing young cock. Her hole appeared to be just the right size for his foot to fit inside, and eventually they had to give it a try.

"AHHH!!" Rachel whined as he wiggled it into her. She was wet, for he'd been toying with her pussy, but still it hurt, and he was lying upon her, his body heavy and crushing. "No," she told him "let's not do it." But by then it was virtually too late. She cried out again, in response to an instant's sharp, stinging pain inside herself, but Jon sank into her almost immediately, all the way, his belly coming down hard upon hers, and it was really strange how the pain vanished so quickly. In another moment she'd forgotten all about pain and hurt, for something very exciting was happening to her. It was very much like using her fingers on her slit, but much more intense. Her belly seemed to turn into jelly, and the lips of her pussy were… were sucking and contracting while Jon to stick his thing a little deeper. She threw her arms around her brother and held him very tightly, and in another minute or two she felt him jerk inside her twat and then she was even wetter than before, and he seemed to like it a lot, too.

She hadn't bled at all, and she had no name for the feeling that had overwhelmed her during the first copulation. Only later did she find out that its proper term was orgasm. Most girls didn't have orgasms the first time they screwed. Some girls almost never had them, but Rachel generally had only to accept the tip of her brothers steadily enlarging pecker in her young gash and she was churning with the emotional high of a climax. It was a game they couldn't seem to get enough of.

And only after she and Jon had done it quite a few times, did either of them discover that it wasn't something they'd invented spontaneously, that other people did it too. In fact, this was what Mrs. Vance had been doing all that time with the men who came to her apartment. It was called fucking.

They both enjoyed it a hell of a lot, and some nights they could hardly wait for Mom to go off to work so they could strip off their clothes and fuck. In due time Jon learned that shooting his cum up Rachel wasn't a very good idea, unless they were both interested in making babies. So he took to pulling it out of her and squirting on her tummy. One night she tasted the big creamy drops that stained her skin, and they were sweet on her tongue. Again, turnabout was fair play, and, until Jon discovered that he could buy condoms from a machine in the men's room at the gas station two blocks from home. Their usual practice was to begin with mutual masturbation, lead into a session of fucking, then switch around and come in one another's mouths, where it was both safe and fun. By the time Rachel was eighteen and Jon a tall, husky, virile nineteen, they were deep into a relationship that neither of them seemed able to control or call off.

Mom had gotten a promotion at the factory by then, it was the Korean War production boom and they'd moved to a nicer apartment in a better section of town. Each of the children had a small separate bedroom too, too late! But it was a rare night when both beds were actually slept in. Until Mom transferred, finally, from night shift to day shift, which made it much more difficult for Jon and Rachel to continue with the sexual activities they found so fulfilling. But Gloria Messenger also found herself a man after the transfer. His name was Dan Roberts, he was a nice man, a widower who loved children, and she married him.

The very nicest thing about Dan Roberts was that he took up so much of Mom's attention, thought Rachel. She and Jon could usually find an opportunity to be together, to make crazy, passionate love, and no one was the wiser.

At eighteen Rachel began to develop guilt feelings. They'd moved to Paxton, a suburb of Harrisburg, far from the dingy streets where she and Jon had been raised. She'd known for a couple of years that what she and her brother were doing was known as incest, that it was perhaps the mast heinous kind of relationship two people could have within the Judeo-Christian moral tradition. It had to stop. She began to have horrible dreams about dying and being judged by God and St. Peter, dreams in which she was consigned to hell. Anyway, Jon would meet a girl, she'd meet a boy. But as long as they had this fuck relationship going, neither of them was even looking. One night when he sneaked into her bedroom, cock already stiff and jutting from his boxer shorts, she curled up – into a tight ball.

"No," she told him. "I won't let you touch me. Ever again. If you don't leave now, I'll scream, and when Mom comes in to see, I'll tell her everything. This is sick and evil and disgusting, and it has to stop. Please go now."

She almost believed it. Time crept by, and they fell into a normal brother and sister life style, well almost normal. Sometimes she'd look at Jon and know that he was remembering, know that he knew she was remembering too, and at times like that it was impossible for her to stay in the same room with him. Sometimes, in spite of her resolve, she still wanted him so damned much – in her bed, in her arms, his cock ramming in and out of her tight pussy while she whimpered and moaned and clutched him and bathed his dick in sticky cuntal juices.

Rachel was a pretty girl. She had dates when Mom permitted, but none of her dates ever got further than some kissing and quick furtive feels of her breasts or legs or ass. Jon went out with girls – a lot of girls – so many that she wondered if he'd ever get serious about any one of them. He didn't, no more than she did about any of her own boyfriends. Rachel got a reputation as frigid and her invitations to go out dwindled.

She kept a diary then. One evening, when she was eighteen, she wrote: "I saw Jon today at school, holding hands with Carolyn Mills. They were behind a post in the auditorium, and he didn't know I was watching. He kissed her. On the mouth. A long time. And he had his hand on her sweater. Feeling her. I wonder if he's doing it with Carolyn. And what about all his other girlfriends? Peggy and Susan and Gilda and Marsha. Is he f-king all of them? And why was I jealous? I told him it's all finished between us. And it is. It has to be. Oh, God, if I don't get away from him, I don't know what I'm going to do!!!" And then she tore out the page and burned it carefully, destroying all the charred fragments.

Time kept passing. Jon graduated, enlisted in the army, served three years in Germany. He hadn't made an overture to Rachel since the night she'd kicked him out of her bedroom. But his eyes – God, it seemed as if he were always looking at her, and she didn't dare look back, afraid of what she'd see in her brother's expression, afraid that he'd see the same desire in hers.

When he got out of the army he used his G.I. benefits to go to Penn State, and it was very infrequently that he stopped by the house in Paxton to see Dan and Gloria and Rachel. Rachel was just as happy that he didn't come around often. Anyway, she was in business school in she got a job with an insurance company in Pittsburgh; that took her even further from Jon and she was confident that she'd forget all about him.