Perverts 'R' Us

As Told To The Purvv: Kathy and Randy

By The Purvv and Wet Dream Girl ( m/f, true, 1st, teen, cons, reluc, inc-bro/sis, oral )

Our story started seven years ago when I was only twelve and my brother Randy was fourteen. To most people it may seem as if what happened was totally wrong and against the laws of nature, but looking back on the wonderful times that we've had and continue to have, neither Randy nor I would change our life one bit.

I'm now 19 and my brother is 21. We now live together in another state, far from our parents and family members. Our new friends think we are married, and for all intents and purposes we really are. All that are missing are children, but there was a conscious decision on our part not to have them because our research showed that the offspring of couples such as us are 1000 times more likely to have Downs syndrome. That's just one example of highly increased chances of birth defects from such couplings. We don't want readers to copy our lifestyle unless they understand that precautions must be taken to prevent pregnancy.

There are those who will blame my brother because he was the older of the two of us but if the truth be known our whole incestuous relationship came about because I wanted it.

Looking back I don't even know what I really knew about sex or why I was the way I was but the fact is that by the time that I turned 13 I already had a year's longing for Randy stored up inside me and it was driving me crazy.

From the time of my first period my body suddenly started to have urges that I came to realize were sexual in nature. Because my mother was pregnant with Randy when she herself was only 13 years old, makes me think that there is something in my family's genes that causes a need for sex.

It was probably because momma remembered her own sexual feelings when she was younger that she and my father insisted that I wouldn't be allowed to date until I was seventeen. Just the thought when I was twelve and feeling those urges had me already thinking that my life was going to be ruined if I had to wait my 'whole life' to start dating, which is what 17 sounded like.

Feelings in my body, words from kids at school, movies, magazines, just about everything that I came in contact with was making me sexually aware. And then the sex ex classes they gave...suddenly I not only had those urges but I was becoming more and more aware of why. I also remember the scandal in school when we learned that Janie Kilduff was pregnant and then we heard those rumors that it was her brother who impregnated her.

Suddenly I was paying more and more attention to Randy. At fifteen, he was already considered a prize to my girl friends, all of who wished that they were in high school with him. My parents didn't apply that dating restriction to my brother and at this time he was already dating and was already very popular with the girls in his class. He was 5' 10" inches, with sandy blond hair, gray eyes, handsome face, and a muscular build.

I first began having sexual fantasies about my older brother and masturbating when I was about 13 years old. At that time, I was still in the early stages of puberty, but already I had developed more than most of my friends. I was filling out at the hips and my breasts were already 34B.

Like my brother, I also have sandy blond hair, but my eyes are blue. Guys considered me to be attractive, and I would have liked to dated some of them, because of the feelings I was experiencing. However, because my strict parents wouldn't let me date I was destined to remain a frustrated virgin.

Exactly when I made Randy my main target I don't know, but I do remember that I suddenly had terrible urges for him. At nights in the house, I would sneak looks at his well-shaped body whenever I was sure that my parent's weren't paying attention to either of us. Soon I even began to allow my eyes to land on his crotch.

Here I was only 13-years-old and well aware of the taboo nature of incest and yet more and more I was thinking of and looking at Randy's male body. Yes, I was becoming horny for that forbidden fruit. Many were the nights that I would hurry up to my room before my actual bedtime and masturbate with a vision of Randy's cock in my head.

It wasn't something that I couldn't picture. Indeed, I had actually seen it on more than one occasion as I had become almost devious in finding ways to see him. I also tried to figure out a way to entice him. I took every opportunity to 'accidentally' let him catch me undressed, and I often barged in on him when he was using the bathroom or getting dressed, in hopes of seeing him naked, sometimes succeeding. When that happened, it was a sure thing that I would have my fingers on my aching pussy soon afterward.

Coming from such a warm weather state our family loved the water. Even though we had our own swimming pool, we often visited the beach, as it was within a few blocks away from our house. When either mom or dad was home they usually would 'bug us' when we swam at the pool and Randy preferred to go to the beach where the girls were. What usually happened was that my brother would tell my parents that he wanted to go to the beach and they would tell him that if he went that he had to bring his baby sister (me) with him. I don't think that he cared, because we were very close as brother and sister.

I kind of think that he was also starting to enjoy touching my body, which had begun that summer, instituted by my devious mind. Whenever we were at the beach, I'd ask him to rub sunscreen lotion on me and would encourage him to rub it close to the crotch of my bikini bottoms. I hoped he would take the hint and initiate sexual contact, but he never did. The only sign I got that he was having sexual thoughts about me was by the big bulge in his swim trunks! I was pretty sure that he was getting hard from touching me; however, I guess the old incest taboo was keeping him from trying anything with me.

Yet, something in my make-up refused to accept that what I was thinking about was wrong. At home my fleeting glimpses of his penis and his sexy butt only fed my desire for more.

On those occasions at the beach when I saw that lump in his crotch it made me think of the flesh that I knew lay hidden within his pants, and soon I longed to see what my brother looked like when he was erect. This, along with my thoughts about what Randy did with his girlfriends, fed my nightly fantasies.

After almost a year of thinking of him, and getting peeks at him and feeling his hands on me, it finally happened. On that wonderful day, we were alone at home, and I suggested to him that we go out to the pool for a swim. He never admitted it but I somehow think that my brother had also been thinking of me and that he too was at the breaking point. I say that because to this day I still remember that funny look that spread across his face at my suggestion. He readily agreed and went to his room where he put on his black speedos.

Randy has a swimmer's body and really looks hot in speedos. Whether it was the heat in the air or simply intuition, I sensed that this was going to go further. Indeed, I somehow knew that THIS WAS IT! I purposely wore a new thong bikini that I was sure would make my brother have lustful thoughts and feelings for me.

I asked him if he would put some lotion on me and he readily agreed. I lay on my stomach on the chaise lounge chair and handed Randy the coconut scented suntan oil, which he almost immediately started to rub into me, starting at my shoulders. His fingers felt so good upon my back, sides and arms. I soon encouraged him to spread the oil everywhere upon me, including my all but bare butt. I even rolled on my back hoping that he would touch me in places I had only dreamed about. However, he didn't try to touch my crotch or breasts, even though I spread my legs wide apart and moaned as his hands reached my inner thighs.

After he was finished with putting oil on me, I told him to lie down for the same treatment. I was growing up by the minute. Mentally, I was maturing second by second. Somehow my female instincts were taking over and I knew enough to be less subtle, otherwise this may not go further.

I said, "One of my girlfriends saw you at the beach last weekend and said you looked good enough to eat!"

He asked who it was and I said I promised not to tell.

Then I added, "I agree with her, Ran...you DO look good enough to eat!"

My brother reacted strongly, saying, "You shouldn't talk like that about me, Kath, I'm your brother, for cryin' out loud!"

"Well I can't help it! You do look good enough to eat," I said and then, moving my eyes purposely to his crotch, I added, "And now...you smell good enough to eat too!"

While I was saying this, I was working my hands along the edge of Randy's speedos, right next to his ass crack and inner thighs. His breathing was getting rapid, and I was sure he was sporting an erection, and I was becoming more and more determined that I was going to see it.

I told him to turn over on his back, so I could put oil on that side. He refused, saying he didn't need it there. That remark made me sure that he was aroused and that he was afraid I'd see his hard-on.

I said, trying to sound sexually challenging, "Are you afraid to let me see the front of your speedos?"

He shouted "No," and I whispered back, "You are so," and then suddenly, as brothers and sisters are wont to do, I bravely challenged him. To Randy's shocked horror, I pushed my hands underneath his hips and grabbed his erection through the nylon speedos! I didn't know how he was going to react but this was the only way that I knew to try and make him do more.

Randy, almost in fear, pushed my hands away, but in the struggle, he ended up pushing my right hand down to his balls, which I accidentally grabbed! At this action he yowled in pain and I immediately recognized that I might have some way to be in control of the situation. Gambling on this, I pressed my advantage and demanded that he stop resisting or I would squeeze harder. To my pleasant surprise he stopped struggling and pleaded for me to let go of his balls.

Wanting to know if I really had control of the situation I said, "Roll over, Randy. Now!"

I kept my grip on his balls and he reluctantly complied and I then confirmed my suspicions of why he didn't want to lie on his back! My brother had a huge hard-on and to his embarrassment, his speedos couldn't contain it all! The tip of his penis was sticking out from the waistband!

He tried to cover it with his hands, but I didn't want him to do that. Testing his vulnerability, I gave a little squeeze and told him to put his hands behind his head. Randy was beet red with embarrassment. I maintained my grip on his tight balls with my right hand and began rubbing his big bulge with my left hand.

I was really horny now. I smiled at him and said, "This is very nice! Did I make it get all hard?"

He asked me to stop touching him there and to let him go. I said he shouldn't be afraid of me touching him and that I wasn't going to hurt him any more if he cooperated with me.

I kept rubbing the length of his shaft through his speedos while at the same time rubbing the exposed tip of his penis. Droplets of sticky stuff had begun to form at that tip, and I spread it over the head. I was so heated that I was doing things I wouldn't have ever imagined that I would do. When I started to pull down his swimsuit, he panicked, reaching down in desperation to pull my hand away.

Another squeeze and he moved his hands back behind his head. My older brother was mine. If I could keep in control of the situation I could get him to have sex with me.

I was no longer thinking like a little girl. I was a sexually aroused female now. With purpose, I slowly pulled down his speedos and his erect penis sprang out! It was the first ERECT penis I had ever seen. I began running my hand all over it and marveled at its size and firmness. I finished removing his speedos while keeping a grip on my prize.

Randy said with authority, "Okay, you've seen it, now let me go!"

I couldn't let him get the upper hand. I said, "Relax, I'm not done with you yet!" and then I bent down, moving my head toward his crotch.

I actually heard him gasp and he held his breath as I moved with determination to the place where I wanted to be, about to do what I had only heard that girls sometimes did to guys. My mouth touched him and I began kissing and licking his penis. Randy exhaled and whispered with a frantic voice, "Oh my God! I don't believe you're doing this! Oh...God!"

When I took him in my mouth and began sucking him in earnest, he finally began to surrender to the pleasure. I had only a vague idea how to do this from what I had heard in school, but keeping my teeth off of his cock and my lips adhering to the shaft I allowed Randy's moans, groans and movements to be my guide. At the same time my hands on his balls and cock worked him gently. I knew I was doing fine and that he was enjoying it. I continued as I felt his fingers grasp within my hair and heard his moans becoming more and more continuous. I knew that if I didn't stop he would wet inside my mouth but I didn't care. As a matter of fact I was actually craving that reaction. I continued sucking and tonguing his throbbing flesh until I was rewarded with my first mouthful of salty semen. I struggled to swallow everything he pumped out and only a few globs escaped my lips. Maybe that was considered 'dirty' but I honestly enjoyed the taste.

I looked at my brother panting there and asked, "How did I do? Did you enjoy that?"

I know that Randy felt as if he should be horrified at what had just happened even though I thought it was the greatest thing that could happen between us.

He whispered the admonition, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Kath. That was wrong...and it was incest."

Boldly I confronted him. I said, "Yeah, and you loved it! You came in my mouth about a gallon! Don't deny it...you loved it!"

He said nothing, but I could tell from his expression that he knew I was correct.

I still was in possession of Randy's testicles and was not going to give up the upper hand to him. Almost as an order I told him to stand, and while still gripping his balls, he did as I said. Then, not sure whether or not I could do so, I led him into the house and my bedroom.

To be honest he didn't put up any fight. I think by now he realized how far we had already gone and he wanted sex as much as I did. I got him to lie down on my bed and began removing my swimsuit with my free hand.

Randy's eyes went wide when he realized his baby sister was stripping.

He said, "Kathy, w-what...are you...doing?"

I answered, "I'm getting ready to fuck you silly, dear brother!"

Almost as if he were already trying to make an excuse in case something went wrong, he whispered, hotly, that that would be committing rape and incest, but I replied that I was only going to give him what he secretly desired.

I straddled him. Facing his feet I got into that famous 69 position over him, the position that the girls in school so often whispered about. My brother's penis was now flaccid, but not for long as I hurriedly began giving him head again. When I lowered my pussy over his mouth, he tried to struggle away from me, but another squeeze of his testicles made him comply. That first lick of my labia and clitoris was fantastic! To this day I can still remember those tremendous sensations that his mouth caused on me.

Randy was soon fully erect again, and his oral attentions had me near the edge of my orgasm. I knew that if he continued everything would explode and I was afraid that it would all end, which is the last thing that I wanted. Hurriedly, I turned around and positioned myself over my brother's penis and lowered my wet pussy onto it. I looked down to watch in wonder as his shaft disappeared into my virginal depths. There was no hymen to break through, as I had broken it long before while masturbating with a carrot. All I felt was pleasure from my brother's throbbing manhood. Never would I have imagined it being this good.

I began to move up and down on my brother, watching his face as it contorted in pleasure. I couldn't last very long because I was already at the peak of my excitement. I frantically rode Randy to my first penis-induced climax, and his own was not far behind. His cries and hip thrusts let me know that he too had reached the orgasmic peak.

I collapsed onto my brother and we embraced, and he gave me a kiss. Not a brother-to-sister peck, but a hot passionate kiss that foretold of the exciting future we were going to have with each other.

He said, "That was fantastic, Kath...but I hope I didn't get you pregnant."

I smiled at his concern and informed him that I had just finished my period, so I was safe for the next few days.

To test his willingness to continue having sex with me, I said, "After this week, we'll have to use condoms...at least until I can get on the pill."

I held my breath for his response.

He smiled and said, "Mom and Dad won't be home for another 5 hours..." then he took my hand and put it on his once again fully erect penis.

That was definitely the first day of the rest of our lives.

The End