This is a sexually explicit story (as if you didn’t know that).  It contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and incest.  As author I must say here that I do not promote the acts described here-in.  
Now that the disclaimer is out of the way... This is a story about incest between a brother and sister.  This story is (at least as far as I know) fictitious.  This story is written from the female point of view basically because it’s the view I know best.  I would LOVE feedback on the caliber of this story and any thoughts at all. My e-mail address is ano12@pipline.com    For those of you reading this purely for the sex of the story go ahead and skip down to the row of asterisks.  For the rest of you that want the whole story (yes there is a story) just start reading here.  And enjoy.
Elizabeth and Kevin

Let me begin by saying that I am 17 years old and a junior in high school.  I have really short brown hair (my friends call it the “Dyke” cut) and dark green eyes.  I’m around 5 foot 5 inches and 105lbs.  O.K.  it’s really 110lbs but I’m dieting.  I’ll also just go ahead and say the I have fairly small breasts for my age, and no I’m not happy about it.  The rest of my body is fairly nice (or so I’ve been told).  One guy told me I had the nicest ass and best legs he had ever seen, but I really had to wonder how many girls that guy had actually seen.  I lost my virginity when I was 15 with my boyfriend at the time who left me shortly after for a girl with bigger breasts.  Men can be such shit.  Anyway I’ve had a fair number of sexual encounters since then.  To get to the point, these encounters I just mentioned do not include my younger brother Kevin, with whom I’ve had countless numbers sexual experiences.  
For those of you who might be shocked, yes I have had incest with my brother.  Think what you will but it’s more than just cheap sex.  Sometimes it’s more “making love” than anything, but I will admit that some of it is just outright fucking.
Well, I can tell that your all just dying to know about how and what happened so I won’t hold you in anymore suspense.  My brother and I have always been pretty close seeing as how he is only a year younger than me.  We grew up close and our parents say that we got along great.  We’ve always been able to talk to each other about almost anything and usually do.  Our rooms (a lot like some hotel rooms) are connected by two doors.  One in his side and one on my side.  Both can be locked from the inside if we didn’t want to be bothered.  We almost always left these doors unlocked and usually open.  If we ever wanted to go into the other room we would try the door and if it was locked we wouldn’t knock because the other might be sleeping or something.  Anyway, we usually spent thirty-minutes to an hour each night talking to each other.  It was that way for as long back as I could remember until two years ago.
When I was 15 (he was 14) Kevin got caught up in a lot of drugs.  I tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t.  To make a long story short, after about two months of his drug activity he was shot over a dispute of some drug money.  The guy that shot him was high on something and was sent to jail (he was over 18).  I was at home asleep when my dad rushed in and told me that Kevin had been shot.  A million things ran through my head, and I rushed to get dressed.  We arrived at the hospital and sprinted to the emergency waiting room.  The nurse told us that he would be fine and that the bullet luckily missed and major organs.  The bullet actually hit him the left shoulder (the guy that shot him was so gone that he couldn’t aim).  After a few hours we were let into his room.  He was asleep (or out on pain killers) and had gauze wrapped around his shoulder.  We left and I was able to hold in tears until we got home and I cried alone in my room all night.  After a day or two of hell he finally came home.  I was extremely happy to see him (I hadn’t gone to the hospital because I didn’t want to see him like that), and I hugged him so hard I hurt his arm.  
That night I cried while he tried to explain to me what had happened.  I told him I was afraid that he was going to die which was really stupid of me because he only got shot in the shoulder.  He said that he was only afraid that he would die a virgin.  I laughed at that and told him that it wasn’t all that great ( I had only had sex once but felt I was an expert on the subject).  He got a strange look on his face and asked me how I knew.  I explained to him that me and my boyfriend had had sex before he dumped me.  Let me go ahead and say that sex was a common topic in our nightly discussions, but neither of us had really had much to say on the topic until now.  He was very interested and drilled my brain on the subject.  We talked for a while that night on the topic, but finally I went to sleep.
After that night I found that a little more often his door between our rooms was locked.  Like I said I never knocked but I was a little curious to the reason of the locked door.  After a few weeks of this I finally found the door unlocked and delighted by this I entered his room.  What I found embarrassed the hell out of me.  My younger brother was masturbating on his bed.  When I walked in a look of horror passed over his face and he quickly tried to cover up his actions.  I was about to leave when he told me to wait.  I was very confused but I did.  He explained to me that ever since that night we had our talk he couldn’t stop think about me and my boyfriend having sex.  He said that he could imagine me undressing and walking over to my ex-boyfriend.  But he said that in this “vision” of his that instead of my boyfriend it was him.  This caught me off guard and I sat down on the floor.  “Sat” may be the wrong word.  I actually fell to the floor.  He started to get up and walk over to me to help me up.
Several things passed through my mind in the next few seconds, and still amazes me how quickly my mind worked.  First of all I thought about how close me and my brother were, and how it’s was kind of sweet him dreaming of me.  I also thought that I would much rather be his first sexual encounter than some bitch that would break his heart.  The feeling I felt when I thought he was dead passed quickly over me, and I remembered how bad that felt.  Not only that stuff but my brother is on the very cute side.  He is not bad looking at all.  All these things clicked in my head in very few seconds leading me to one final decision: 
I was about to sleep with my brother.  Actually the fact that he was my brother didn’t even cross my mind.  It was more like: I’m about to sleep with this guy.  

He was standing a few feet away from me, and I quickly stood and pushed him back onto the bed.  He fell onto the bed and apparently on his arm.  A wince crossed is face and I walked over to the bed and said I was sorry.  He looked at me puzzled and I stared into his light green eyes.  Not taking my eyes from his, I pulled my shirt off over my head and removed my bra.  My nipples had already hardened, and a shocked look lay on my brothers face.  I unbuttoned my short and unzipped them.  They fell down over my thighs and to the floor.  A small wet spot had formed on my white cotton panties.  “You don’t have to dream anymore,” I said.  He broke the stare and scanned my body.  I told him take off my panties.  He reached up and pushed my panties down my legs.  I could fell his warm breath against my cunt, which was now beginning to swell.  I stepped out of my panties and shorts, and stood before him naked.  “You’re turn,” I said reaching out grabbing his T-shirt.  I pulled it over his head and went for his boxer.  I could see him swell under his boxers and I smiled.  I felt his cock lightly through his boxers and then removed his boxers, leaving him naked.  His penis was a little small but I thought it was great looking.  I sat beside him on the bed and told him to sit in my lap.  He did.  He actually sat between my legs which I wrapped around his waist.  I kissed and licked his back and neck.  I asked him what he had been doing alone in here these past few weeks and he told me that he was masturbating and dreaming of me.  I tightened my legs around him and felt his skin press against mine.  I reached my hands around and ran them down his chest to his penis.  I took his balls in one hand and I felt them tighten.  I massaged them lightly while I stroked his penis with my finger nails.  His cock throbbed and precum seeped out.  I could feel my pussy swell up and I was hotter than I had ever been in my life.  I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly masturbated him.  He groaned and I quickened my strokes.  I asked him how that felt and h said great.  I said, “Then you’ll love this.”  I released his cock and my legs and told him to turn around.  I pulled myself up on the bed and told him to get over me.  When he did I wrapped my legs around his waist again.  “Now get in me.  Nice and slow,” I said.  His head pushed my lips apart and had an orgasm.  I screamed with pleasure (my parents had gone out or else they would have heard that).  I had never had an orgasm before (I didn’t have one with my ex-boyfriend) and apparently I was a screamer.  He thought he had hurt me and tried to pull out and I gasped out “no” and pulled his thighs toward me.  His penis didn’t penetrate deep but it felt wonderful.  He groaned and moaned until he was all the way in.  “Now fuck me,” I said gasping for air.  He looked at me confused and asked how.  I smiled  and said, “Move in and out nice and slow.”  He did and it felt great and I came again and was forced to gasp for air.  He mumbled things and groaned loudly until I felt him cumming.  I thought at that moment about a condom but another orgasm wiped my mind clean.  As he came he cried my name and then collapsed on me.  I knew this was I could get out of him but I was still extremely horny.  I rolled him off of me and climbed onto his chest.  I started to masturbate inches from his face.  Each time I came I screamed louder and louder.  I had three more orgasms in the next ten minutes.  In those ten minutes he sat and watched.  Then I took his hands with my wet sticky hands and placed them on my inner thighs.  He moved them straight for my cunt and tried to push in several fingers.  It hurt and I quickly pulled his hands back.  I took two of his fingers and placed them on my pussy lips.  I laid back on my hands and thrust my waist onto his fingers.  He quickly started searching every inch of me with his fingers.  I came another two times before I finally rolled off him, covered in sweat.  We laid still for a few minutes and I got up and locked the door.  I turned off the light and climbed into bed with him.  I kissed him deeply for several minutes and we fell asleep in each others arms.              
Thank you for reading this and PLEASE PLEASE send me comments at ano12@pipline.com   I will write other chapters of this story if I get enough support and I will take ideas for other stories.  This is my first story so please tell me how it was.        
Thanks again,
Allison