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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

please do not read it.

 

          CONFESSIONS                              

 

Chapter Three Synopsis – The confessions of twenty year old Bill and fourteen year old Irene continue. Alone again with his sister Bill drinks himself senseless and, when his naked sister gets in bed next to him he believes she is Cindy.  He couples spoon-fashion, breaks her cherry and together they have great orgasms 

 

                                      Chapter Three

 

                                   Incestuous Intercourse

 

 

Bill’s Story – Part 3

 

I knew it hadn’t been completely my fault but nonetheless my kid sister Irene was only a fourteen-year-old girl and therefore I should have prevented things from happening.  I tried to avoid her.  Whenever I looked at her the image that popped into my mind was of her with her red lips stretched around my cock.  And the look in her eyes that I remembered wasn’t that of an innocent teenager.  God, it had felt good!  But it was wrong and I never should have forced her to let me cum in her mouth and swallow.

 

Cindy and I remained apart and the next weekend I avoided my sister by going with my parents to the Pub.  But the following weekend was a different matter.  Our parents went away and that left me alone in the house with Irene.  I decided I had to take the bull by the horns and tell her that we must stay away from each other.

 

“What we did was wrong, Irene.  It was my fault and it can’t happen again.  I’m sorry for causing you…hurting you…even if you don’t think that I hurt you.  So, this weekend while we’re home alone I will stay away from you… completely.”

 

“But Bill?  It was my fault too.  I wanted to,” she said and the sight of that sexy mouth and her shapely body caused an unwilled swelling of my evil prick.  But I just turned away from her and for the rest of the day I made myself busy with outdoor chores.  That night I went to my bedroom with a bottle of whiskey and some sleeping pills.  I didn’t trust myself.

 

Thank God Cindy had come back to me my sleep-drugged mind thought when a warm body slid between the sheets next to me.  I turned toward her and snuggled close, spoon-fashion, to her firm, round bottom.  I always slept in the nude and Cindy was also nude so my stiffening cock pushed between her bulbous cheeks, straining against the warmth and moistness that spread out from between her legs. I kissed the back of her neck and nipped the flesh a little and she moaned and leaned her head back against my shoulder.

My cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt, and there I paused, nibbling at her shoulder as I made a game of pushing into her a fraction of an inch and then withdrawing.  It had been a month since I’d last fucked her and, as that thought was in my mind, so was the memory of my kid sister’s marvelous ministrations with hand and mouth.  Those guilty thoughts made my tool jump in the warm confines of Cindy’s lush bottom.

Cindy’s bottom seemed different, fuller and firmer than I remembered and, as my hands wandered over her nakedness I was pleasantly surprised by the way her nipples were sticking out.  They seemed bigger, longer than usual and in my semi-somnolent state I attributed it to our celibate month.  Or her celibate month, since my kid sister had relieved my own pressures.

 And, as she sometimes did, Cindy responded to my almost-intercourse and caresses by whispering, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, . . .” She was making small animal sounds in the back of her throat too and the effect was hugely stimulating, not that I needed any more stimulus.

“Oh, Bill, . . . put it in me. Put your big cock in me.  Oh, God, fuck me, Big Brother!  Fuck me!”

Cindy had never called me “Big Brother” before even though she sometimes kidded me about how Irene had a crush on me.  Was she going to pretend she was my sister?  The idea sent another surge of lust coursing through my loins.  I began pushing a little harder. Damn, she was really tight, much more than usual. Maybe having a month with no sex had tightened her up. I slid my hands back and forth around her hips, enjoying the shape of her.

“Bill? What are you doing? Are you. . . ? Ohhhh. . . .” The voice faded with a tremor.

I tried to blink my eyes as Cindy looked back over her shoulder, only . . . only she looked different, and a little fearful.

I looked down at my hands, squeezing and massaging the youthful, naked hips. The head of my penis was wedged between the cheeks of Cindy’s ass, pressing against the opening to her pussy. And then I was awake and I knew who was with me.  It was my kid sister, lying spooned on her side beside me and she was slowly humping back against me.

“Oh, Big Brother, . . . is this what you and Cindy like to do? Do you need to do it with me, now? Will it help you, Bill?”

I finally understood what I was doing. My desperate mind dreaming about fucking Cindy, my body reaching for what was available. I lay trembling, feeling the rigidity of my cock, overwhelmed with lust, wanting so badly to make love to my girlfriend.  But was it really my girlfriend that I wanted? The thing was, Irene at fourteen was agonizingly alluring. Sweet, pretty, with thick brown hair and so unknowingly seductive.

“Do you want to . . . to fuck me? Go ahead, Big Brother. I know it’s what you need. I need it too.  I can do it, I know I can.”

She pushed back against me again and her lower back formed a lovely curve and the sight, in the dim light, of her bare, smooth bottom burned itself into my vision. I was very aware of the soft warmth of her flesh beneath my hands. And the first inch of my penis was now hidden from my touch.

Tentatively, almost without meaning to, I pressed forward just a little. Another half-inch of my cock slid into my fourteen-year-old sister, and she shuddered, but not, I thought, in pain. Then the muscles of her young cunt squeezed me, sending shivers through my body. I couldn’t help myself.  I wasn’t even sure I was in control any longer. I held my breath and pushed harder.

“Oh . . . God . . . ohhhhhhh . . . .” Irene balled up the sheet in her fist and hunched her shoulders. “God, that feels so . . . oh, Big Brother . . . .”

I listened in agonized fascination as my penis disappeared inside my sister. I moved slowly, I didn’t want to cause her any pain, but I kept moving. I’d never had a virgin and I was sure that Irene was a virgin.  I felt a resistance.  Was it her hymen?  Oh God.  I know I’m evil but the thought of taking my fourteen year old sister’s cherry was the most exciting thing I’d ever felt.  I held her hips so she couldn’t move away and gave a short thrust.  That did it.  I felt a sudden release as the fragile barrier ruptured and finally, I was there, buried in her. I thought about all the times I had done this with Cindy but it had never felt as good as this.  My kid sister’s cunt was like a velvet vise and there was a special sweetness about her soft whimpers and murmurs.

Irene’s pelvis was moving back and forth sensually; still pressing her ass against me with involuntary little jerks and twitches. Slowly, carefully, I pulled my cock back until most of it was exposed. Then I pushed it into her again. Irene sighed deeply, lifting her head, straightening her arms in front of her. When I was completely buried in her again, I pulled her hips harder against myself and pushed even more. Irene groaned and shook her head.

“Oh, Big Brother, it feels so big!” Her voice was soft but urgent. “Are you going to do it all, Bill? Are you going to have a . . . a . . . are you going to cum inside me?” The sound of my sister’s voice saying such things raised my mind to a white hot cauldron, bubbling with the need to finish what I had started.

Out again, slowly. In again. Out, a little faster. And in. And out and in. Irene’s cunt was wet now, and my cock moved more easily. I know I was breathing harder and I could felt the tingling begin to build, back there behind my genitals.

Irene was gasping and shaking, almost sobbing, but she had reached back and was clutching my hand where it squeezed her hipbone. I was sure she didn’t want me to stop, not now.  I’m sure she never wanted me to stop.

“Yes Bill…hurry…faster Bill…faster,” my fourteen-year-old sister was panting as I fucked her newly deflowered cunt.  “Give it to me, Big Brother.  Fuck your little sister like she wants to be fucked.  Fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

I couldn’t believe what my sister was saying. The total lewdness of those words coming from the mouth of a young girl, especially when that young girl was my sister, was overpowering.  The pressure in my groin mounted, and I remembered the sensation of coming inside Irene’s mouth. It would be safer to do it that way but suddenly she pushed back against me as her tight sheath spasmed around my tool and safety was no longer a concern.  As I felt the constriction, the explosion began.

Irene writhed and wriggled against me and the tiny muscles in her cunt massaged my cock as I went off.  I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but her fuckwell milked me like her mouth and her hands had the other times.  She drained me.

When my sister had caught her breath, she drew away, turned over and snuggled up to my chest. “That was really something, Big Brother. It felt so strange -- but so nice!” Her hand snaked down between us and she grasped my semi-erect tool.  “I’m glad you’re the one who got my cherry, Bill.  You’re going to fuck me again, aren’t you?  I want to have you on top of me so I can get all of your big cock up in my cunt. You want to fuck me again don’t you, Bill?”

 

Hearing my sister talk that way filled me with guilt once more.  What had I done?  Had I created a nymphomaniacal slut?  But despite my guilty feeling my groin as tingling with renewed lust.  I’m ashamed to admit it but that wasn’t the only time I took advantage of my kid sister.  But at least I didn’t knock her up.  The shame of that would have been unbearable.

 

 

Irene’s Story – Part 3

 

I’d like to be able to blame the loss of my cherry all on my big brother but I know (and you know too) that it was probably more my fault than his.  And after my big brother ate me and I sucked his cock my precious virginity was doomed.  It’s no surprise that it felt good when he ate me.  It is maybe a bit surprising though that I was really turned on by sucking his cock.  It surprised me anyway.  The idea of a guy going off in my mouth seemed sick but, when Bill held me there while his sperm spurted into my throat almost made me cum all over again.  I liked it.  I think it was the knowledge that, for that orgasming moment, I was the most important person in his life.

 

But I wanted more.  “What we did was wrong, Irene.  It was my fault and it can’t happen again.  I’m sorry for causing you…hurting you…even if you don’t think that I hurt you.  So, this weekend while we’re home alone I will stay away from you… completely,” he’d told me when we were finally alone in the house. 

 

I didn’t exactly argue. “But Bill?  It was my fault too.  I wanted to,” I said in reply but I had no intention of staying away from him.  I just watched when he took a bottle of whiskey and went to his room.  I was sure he’d drink himself to sleep and I was equally sure that then I could get close to him.

 

He wasn’t exactly snoring when I went to his room two hours later.  I’d spent the time looking again at his dirty magazines and semi-masturbating.  I call it semi-masturbating because I didn’t make myself cum.  Not quite.  I wanted his hand to do it for me…or his tongue but that was unlikely.  Or maybe I wanted more?

 

Bill was lying on his back and I knew he was nude because he always slept that way.  I could see under the sheet the outline of a sausage-like bulge so I knew also that he had a hard on or was close.  I shucked off my nightgown and slipped under the sheet beside him.

 

As soon as I touched him he stirred and I turned onto my side, facing away from him.  I was a bit scared at my brazenness.  Then I felt something hot and hard pressing against my bare bottom and pushing between my asscheeks.  I had no doubt of what it was and for a moment I thought of the pictures I’d seen showing a man with his penis stuck into a girl’s…you know…  Surely Bill wouldn’t try that, would he? I felt his warm lips kiss the back of my neck nip the flesh a little and I moaned and leaned my head back against his shoulder. 

 

It felt good or maybe just exciting.  Did Bill know it was me?  I angled my hips and I know I must have gasped when the hot tip of his penis pushed against my pussy.  Could he tell that I was wet?  He kept on nibbling my shoulder while he pushed into me a little bit and then withdrew, over and over again.  Was he fucking me?  Was this all there was to it?  Did he know he was fucking his little sister?  Then he moaned Cindy’s name and I knew he didn’t know it was me.  And I wanted him to know.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I mumbled.  I was making small sounds in the back of my throat too because I was getting hugely excited.  I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh, Bill . . . put it in me. Put your big cock in me.  Oh, God, fuck me, Big Brother!  Fuck me!”

He didn’t say anything at that but he pushed and slid his hands back and forth around my hips to.

“Bill? What are you doing?” I moaned as I suddenly became afraid of the final step. “Are you. . . ? Oohhhh. . . .” and my voice faded with a tremor.

I looked over my shoulder at him while his hands squeezed and massaged my hips and ass and I could feel the hot hardness of his penis wedged between my buttocks as it assaulted my still virgin pussy. And then I could see that he was awake and he knew who was with him at last. 

“Oh, Big Brother . . . is this what you and Cindy used to do? Do you need to do it with me, now? Will it help you, Bill?”  But I could see from his expression that he was horrified and I continued, “Do you want to . . . to fuck me? Go ahead, Big Brother. I know it’s what you need. I need it too.  I can do it, I know I can.  Please fuck me.”

Gathering up my courage (I don’t want to say ‘screwing up my courage’) I pushed back against him and felt his penis slip in farther than it had before.  It sort of jumped in me and I know it made me jump too.  I heard him moan and I held my breath as he pushed harder.

Bill was holding my hips now so that even if I’d wanted to get away I couldn’t have.  It hurt, too.  Not holding my hips, that is.  I mean the pushing inside me.  And then I felt another twinge like I’d pulled a muscle or something and my brother and I were joined, his body deep inside mine, his hips welded to mine.  He had taken my virginity.

I began moving back and forth against him, pressing my ass against him with involuntary little jerks and twitches that I couldn’t control.  I almost panicked when he pulled way but right away he pushed into me again. When he was completely buried in me again, he pulled my hips harder against himself and pushed even more until I thought he’d go right through me...

“Oh, Big Brother, it feels so big!” I said.  “Are you going to do it all, Bill? Are you going to have a . . . a . . . are you going to fuck me all the way and cum inside me?”

He didn’t say anything as he slowly pulled out slowly and then pushed in again. Out, a little faster. And in. And out and in.  He was panting and gasping and I was too.  I felt wonderful and close..so close.

 “Yes Bill…hurry…faster Bill…fuck me faster,” I panted.  I sensed that when I talked my big brother got more passionate and instinctively I continued, “Give it to me, Big Brother.  Give me your big, hard cock.  Fuck your little sister like she wants to be fucked.  Fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

 

And then he was out of control and so was I.  I felt him hammer me rapidly and my whole lower body was aflame with sensation.  I was cumming hugely and so was he.  He pulled me closer and I whimpered when it felt like his cock was going to come out of me but it didn’t.

When I had caught my breath, I pulled away, turned over and snuggled up to his chest. “That was really something, Big Brother. It felt so strange -- but so nice!” My hand snaked down and I grasped his semi-erect tool.  “I’m glad you’re the one who got my cherry, Bill.  You’re going to fuck me again, aren’t you?” I said in a husky voice.  “I want to have you on top of me so I can get all of your big cock up inside my cunt.  You want to fuck me again don’t you, Bill?”

 

He protested…his conscience was always bigger after he’d had me than when he hadn’t gone off yet but for the second of what became many times he mounted me and filled me with his wonderful cock.  At least, I thought he filled me.  Until I met Joe.

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