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REAL-LIVE INCEST STORIES From Claire
My name is Claire. I am 51 years old. When I was young my twin
brother Dennis and I were involved a sexual relationship. Dennis and
I were the only children of chronically alcoholic parents. When we
were home with our parents they never abused us they just ignored us.
We would be left alone for days at a time. An official from our
school made an anonymous phone call to social services resulting in
parents losing custody of us for 3 years.
During this 3 year period Dennis and I grew to depend on each other
and no one else. In the beginning Dennis would comfort me when I was
I sad. We'd take care of each other when one of us were sick. He was
always there for me, protecting me, comforting me, just being the only
person who I felt gave a damn about me really. I loved him so much.
As a result of this co-dependence we developed a very strong
sister/brother bond. Over a gradual period of time beginning with our
sexual awareness, we became full time lovers.
My brother and I had seen each other naked many times. It meant
nothing to us. We shared the same room that was separated only by a
changing divider. However, when I entered puberty I went through an
awkward stage of shyness, mainly because I started puberty about a
half year or so earlier than Dennis did. Once I began to sprout pubic
hair and form little breasts, I grew a shy about my nudity. However,
avoiding all possible scenarios of being naked in front of each other
was next to impossible. The first time Dennis saw me after I began
puberty I was showing physically changes. Dennis was so curious and
fascinated by my physical development. "You're getting hair and boobs
Claire," he said. I was self-conscious and a little embarrassed but I
let him look at me anyway. I now know that I thoroughly enjoyed his
gazing interest in me. When he started to get pubic hair he proudly
showed me.
Soon after I started maturing Dennis began to grow taller, bigger, and
sexually potent. He would get an erection when he saw me naked. He
didn't fully understand what was happening to him or why he would get
horny. I told him it was OK. That it must be normal. (We had no sex
education in those days.) I also felt aroused and noticed my nipples
get hard as well as an aching feeling in my pussy when I saw him
naked, particularly when he had an erection.
One night when I was about 14, I began to explore my body while I lay
in bed at night. I had that same achy feeling in my pussy as when I
saw Dennis naked. I touched the outside of my pussy with my hand
noticing my pussy lips were swollen. I could feel wetness seeping
from my slit. Instinctively I slid my middle finger into my pussy and
felt my hard clit for the first time. The feeling was so intensely
pleasurable I kept rubbing this little erect and well lubricated
organ. I remember thinking this hard thing (my clit) must be the
female version of a male penis. Within minutes I experienced my first
orgasm. My finger was sliding in and out over my clit making sloshing
and squishing sounds. Masturbation became a regular thing for me at
night time and sometimes during the day in the bathroom.
One night some months later when I was masturbating in bed at night, I
thought I was being quiet but the sloshing sound must have carried on
a bit. Then I heard Dennis' bed squeaking and a sound like muffled
clapping. I stopped masturbating, and asked Dennis what he was doing.
He replied, "Same thing as you Claire, masturbating." I was confused,
"What do you mean?" I said. "Claire, you're playing with yourself
the way girls do, and I'm playing with myself the way boys do. Get
it?"
Laying there aroused and extremely curious now. I got up from bed
walked around the divider and asked Dennis to let me see. I was
standing there naked. Dennis pulled off the cover to reveal his big
erect dick. He looked at me matter-of-factly and said, "This is how I
do it." He slowly stroked his penis up and down. His balls moved up
down with each long stroke. Finally, Dennis said, "Let me see you do
it." So I sat down on his and asked him to move to the other end I
wanted to rest against the headboard. Dennis sat across from me
indian-style with his boner sticking straight up in the air. I slid
my hand down to my pussy and began masturbating in front of him and
Dennis followed suit by resumption of stroking. We reached a mutual
climax and enjoyed it very much. This began regular mutual
masturbation sessions.
Eventually we learned to masturbate each other. One thing led to
another and we made out while we masturbated each other. Dennis was
out with his friends one afternoon and came home to say he saw a porno
movie with a guy and a girl getting it on. He said he wanted to show
me a few things he learned. That night we coached each other through
oral sex. Dennis performed cunnilingus on me and I fellatio on him.
Wow, what a new a beautiful experience, such soft wet stimulation. I
tasted his cum for the first time and loved it. He loved licking my
pussy. I would be woken up to him licking my pussy often at various
times in the night.
By the time I was 16 I had blossomed into (in all modesty) a beautiful
girl with a very nice body. The boys at school gave me a lot of
attention. I was asked out frequently. However, I suffered from low
self-esteem and never accepted their offers. It was compounded by the
fact I had such a shitty home life I was ashamed to bring any friends,
never mind an interested boy, to my home. Physically I grew to 5 feet
7 inches tall and slender. My hair was blonde and eyes blue
reflective of my Swedish ancestry. Denis would tell me things he'd
overhear at school. All the boys at school knew who I was although I
had no idea who most of them were. They referred to me as the shy and
quiet blonde bombshell. They thought of me as this sweet and innocent
girl, little did they know what Dennis and I did to pass the time at
home.
My breasts grew into smaller end of C-cup size, but were (are) quite
prominent on my thin frame. I had a limited wardrobe. I loved Levis'
jeans so I wore them a lot. Levis, not by my intent, hugged my
shapely bum nicely. Many of the obnoxious rude boys at school would
call out "nice ass" when I walked by. I also frequently caught
teachers checking me out.
I had one brief fling with a girl at school, Sarah. She, like me, was
a jock. We became friends when I was on the girls' basketball team.
I had no idea she was interested in me sexually until one night when
she had invited me over to her house she asked me if I ever
masturbated. Embarrassed as hell, I said, "Doesn't everybody." Sarah
told me that she fantacized about me when she masturbated. She went
on to say that ever since she saw last year me naked in my shower
stall at school she thinks about me a lot. She said she liked boys
too, but she was very attracted to me right now. At that moment I
recalled thata Sarah was always nearby when I changed in and out
uniform. I also remembered that she would be slow to dress after she
showered and was not shy about her nudity.
Nevertheless, I was stunned. I had no idea she felt this way, nor had
I ever thought about sex with another girl. As I listened to her
telling me she wanted me, I grew very aroused. I looked at Sarah.
She was tall (5 feet 10 inches) and dark skinned with hazel eyes with
an athletic body. Sarah was quite beautiful. I was instantly
smitten. She sat next to me put her hand on thigh and looked me in my
eyes. Sarah said she had never been with a girl before but wanted me
more now than she ever had felt for a boy.
She asked, "Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" I replied, "I feel
strange but not uncomfortable." Sarah leaned over and gave me a soft
gentle sensuous kiss on the lips. I remember it being very pleasant.
She pulled back to see my reaction. I was looking right into her
eyes. She smiled and said, "That was nice." I nodded yes and mumbled
"Uh huh. I think so too." Then we kissed again, a long deep
passionate French kiss. Sarah and I felt each other's breasts and I
loved the sensual experience with Sarah. We continued to kiss and
feel each other up.
Sarah led as we lay down side by side on the bed. After a few minutes
of awkwardly feeling each other's bodies over our clothes, Sarah
suggested we take off our clothes. We stripped naked looking over
every inch of each other's bodies. Sarah had large breasts revealing
long erect nipples. She had a slim waist and dark brown fine pubic
hair. Her skin was very smooth. Her skin color was dark contrasting
with my northern European whiteness. We embraced again kissing and
caressing each other.
The first few times Sarah and I were together it was all very innocent
petting, touching, looking, and kissing. Gradually we advanced to
mutual masturbation and masturbating each other. Then the day came
when we performed cunnilingus on each other. The first time I smelled
and tasted Sarah's pussy I nearly exploded with ecstasy and she was
equally turned on. We were loudly screaming and moaning as we licked
each other's pussies. I loved licking her clit. I could make her cum
rapidly because I knew what to do to make Sarah cum. Sarah was a fast
learner, reciprocating my skills onto me.
Sarah was one year ahead of me in school. We maintained a discrete
lesbian affair for a year and a half. Sarah and I loved each other,
but at that time we it would be stupid to get caught so we double
dated with boys. Sarah was very outgoing and would arrange dates for
each of us. We actually met and dated some nice boys, but we always
looked forward to the ride home when we had sex with each other.
Sarah graduated high school and accepted a college scholarship two
states away. When she told me she where she was going she cried liked
a baby and said she was sorry, but that it was she was given a
scholarship to play basketball at a very good school. In those days
that didn't happen often for girls. I cried along with her. We told
each other that we loved each other and made love. We were together
often that summer right up until she left. We wrote for a while but
it didn't last and we eventually got on with our lives.
My brother Dennis and I celebrated our 18th birthday and as usual our
parents were not home. They were off on a drinking bender and forgot
it was our birthday. Dennis bought a cake with his own money
surprising me when I came home. He was so warm and loving. We cared
deeply for each other. Dennis and I had a nice dinner together as we
often did being so self-sufficient. We fell romantically in love that
night. My brother was now my first and only lover. We often slept in
the same bed many times, but tonight we made love for the first time.
Dennis made love to me six times that night. We weren't stupid though
we used condoms every time.
Dennis and I were inseparable for the next three years. We slept
together whenever we could. Our parents were clueless. People
thought something was strange and I'm sure there were whispers, but we
didn't care. No one ever gave a shit about us when were being
neglected. Then in 1969 my brother was drafted into the US Army and
ordered to Vietnam. I was devastated. I begged Dennis to desert to
Canada. "To hell with this country, what did it ever do for us?" But
Dennis believed in our country. He reported to boot camp and was sent
to Vietnam. It was the worst time of my life. The only man I ever
loved and the only real family I had was gone to some meaningless war
to fight for America's rich.
He was killed in action six weeks after landing in Vietnam. I was
devastated and alone for the time in my life. I fell into deep
clinical depression and I nearly died because I didn't eat or drink
for days. Miraculously, I was saved by my long lost mother who
ensured I got the right medical treatment and stayed with me in the
hospital until I was well enough to leave. She then stayed with me 24
hours a day making sure I ate and kept myself healthy.
Her heart was broken when Dennis died. She became sober and nursed me
back to health mentally and physically. When I recovered I told her
about Kevin and me. Her reaction was very soothing. She told me that
I shouldn't feel any guilt. She and my father were despicable drunks
and grossly irresponsible parents. She really beat herself up about
it and was incredibly guilt ridden. I heard her cry herself to sleep
every night for months. To this day she never taken another drink.
She was only 37 at the time. She had married my father when she got
pregnant at 17. She lived his life for the next 20 years. I am
thankful to my mother for coming around albeit late in life, but
without her intervention would have surely died. I grew to love and
respect her.
My mother divorced my father 2 years after becoming clean and sober.
My father on the other hand died a drunk five years later. His story
is a sad story of wasted potential and a good example of what an
insidious disease alcoholism can be. He was the only son of Swedish
immigrants. When he was young and healthy he could have been a movie
star he was so handsome. At the time of his death he had a bulbous
red nose, a pot-marked face, skin and bones, with three teeth in his
head. My mother and I had to pay for his burial out our own pockets.
My mother and I shared an apartment for 6 years. We helped each other
cope with the difficulties we had to endure in our screwed up lives.
We grew stronger emotionally and became very close. After my mother
moved in with me I got to know her better than I ever dreamed.
A few years later I met an older man. I was 25 he was 37. He was a
wonderful human being. He reminded me of Dennis because of his big
heart. His name was Patrick. He asked me to marry him. Before I
accepted I told him about him everything about Dennis because I didn't
want any skeletons in the closet. He was shocked but eventually grew
to understand how such a thing could happen given my childhood. We
discussed it at length. We put it behind us. He told me he
appreciated me even more for trusting him with that private
information.
Patrick and I married and had three children together, two twin girls,
Marcia and Julie, and a boy, Kevin. When Patrick made love to me he
made feel like a real woman. We loved each other so much and these
genuine affections and feelings manifested themselves when we love.
Believe it or not he was only the second man I had been with, just
Dennis and him.
Patrick was a real good looking guy who had played the field quite a
bit before he met me. He told me he was smitten with me the first
time he laid eyes on me and never considered being with another woman.
He had had many lovers over the years. He was very experienced and he
truly appreciated having me as his partner because I was not. He had
tremendous stamina, holding back his orgasm making sexual encounters
last a very long time. Thus I got the benefit of having multiple
orgasms all the time.
Patrick was uninhibited about sex. He freely admitted that he
masturbated and encouraged me to do it with him. When loved performed
cunnilingus on me
Tragedy struck again 12 years later when Patrick was struck down with
a fatal heart attack at the age 47. I would have killed myself if it
weren't for my three beautiful kids.
I was a single mother raising three kids. My 8-year old son Kevin was
deeply affected by his father's death. Soon after he would have
nightmares and eventually he began sleeping in my bed on a regular
basis. I didn't mind because it helped me cope with the loneliness as
well. After a couple of years of this co-dependence I tried to wean
Kevin off by making him sleep in his own bed. After some hurtful
nights I was successful, but the bond between us never lessened.
When Kevin was 14 I saw him masturbating. I became so aroused
watching him that I begin to masturbate while thinking of him. It
brought back the memories and feelings I had for Dennis when he was
the same age. I resisted all temptation to act on my feelings, but I
am flawed and weak.
One night I stripped naked and went into his room. I pulled down his
blanket and saw his magnificent erection. Kevin had a ring of pubic
around his 6 inch penis. I was taken in by it. I took Kevin's fully
erect cock in my hand and began stroking it. I then performed oral
sex on him. I sucked his cock until he ejaculated in my mouth. I
swallowed every drop without any slipping out. Kevin lay there and
enjoyed it. He initially pretended to be asleep, but at the end he
smiled and rolled over to go to sleep. Over the course of the next
year I often went in to Kevin's room and gave him a nocturnal blow
job.
One night I was sleeping in bed. I hadn't visited Kevin's room in a
long time. I awoke to find Kevin in my bed humping the side of my
naked ass with an erection. I asked him what he was doing. Kevin
just told me he loved me and he wanted to be with me. My incestuous
instincts and urges took over. I took Kevin by the waist and
positioned him on top of me. I took his erect cock and slid it into
my waiting wet pussy. It was the first time I had intercourse in
years. My clit was fully erect and my cunt was dripping wet. Kevin
fucked me long and hard. We enjoyed ourselves fully. Later in the
night we orally pleased each other. My son ate my pussy while I
sucked his cock. We fucked and sucked all night.
Kevin and I carried on with this sexual incestual relationship for
five years. During that time I dated men and Kevin dated girls.
However, never a month went by without some sex between us.
However, things took a turn for the worse when Kevin turned 20. He
developed a resentment toward me for us being involved in an
incestuous relationship. He felt it was irresponsible of me because I
was an adult when it started and he was not. Unfortunately, much to
my dismay the relationship deteriorated and we barely spoke for ten
years. During that time Kevin got married to a wonderful girl. He
speaks to me more often now but no more sex.
This is where my life to date. I'd like to fuck my son again but I
don't think he will. It makes me sad.
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