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Carol & Tom (bro-sis, inc, 1st time)
by Nom de Plume


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We were dirt poor, as it was called then. There were many poor families in
the Depression, and we were among the poorest. Our father did what he
could: auto mechanic, home handyman, occasional logger, but we sometimes
didn't have enough to eat - my twin sister, Carol and I. We were 15 and
had not known any other way. We had always been poor, but happy.

At least as I look back on it now, I realize we were happy. We weren't
comfortable and our daily lives were filled with the chores one must do
when there is no central heat, no plumbing, and very little money to buy
food. We lived in western Virginia, in the Blue Mountains. Carol did the
cooking and house-cleaning. I chopped wood in the fall and winter, tried
to stop the roof from leaking, slaughtered the chickens and the other
man-chores around the house. We attended a one-room school that we walked
to. We were the oldest in the class since our father was not a farmer. We
had never been farther than our local town, Thompsonville, and that only
on special occasions or on Sunday.

Our cabin was tiny, just three rooms - a main living/dining/kitchen with
one wood stove and two bedrooms. Our father had a bedroom and Carol and I
shared one. Back then this was acceptable, out of necessity. Boys and
girls frequently shared a bedroom with several siblings. We had small beds
not quite long enough for our lanky teenaged bodies, and we each had a
homemade dresser. Our headboards butted in opposite directions so we
couldn't see each other when lying down. We had no closet and hung coats
and things on pegs along one wall. There was a window on the outside wall
through which the virgin forest dominated the view.

I had reached puberty - that is, I had grown pubic hair - a little after
my 14th birthday. My knowledge of sex was limited to barnyard observances.
I had no idea how humans did it. I started masturbating in the spring
following my 15th birthday. Our little cabin and tiny bedroom afforded
little privacy so I got into the habit of waking up in the middle of the
night, when I knew my sister would be asleep, to masturbate. It was
impossible, what with the rusty springs and wooden floor, to be entirely
silent about it but I tried. Having to go slowly and the fear of being
caught heightened the experience and I did it almost nightly.

One night as I was almost silently stroking and ready to come, I thought I
heard an unusual sound from in back of me. I froze immediately and waited.
And waited. The sound did not recur and my cock was ready to burst, so I
gave it some quick strokes and shot a very large load all over my pajamas.
There it was, that sound again! I couldn't place it but it almost sounded
like water, like the creek in the hollow, like a slurping sound.

A few nights later, as I was stroking away in the middle of the night, I
heard the sound. I froze, but - being bolder now - started up again soon.
This time the sound was louder and I didn't stop and the sound didn't
stop. This went on for a few weeks. I supposed she was masturbating, but -
remember this was the Thirties and before widely available pornography - I
didn't know how girls masturbated. The possibility that she was doing to
herself something like what I was doing was extremely exciting for me and
I looked forward to hearing her. We each tried to be quiet but I think
each of us knew that the other knew.

Sharing a bedroom meant that, no matter how carefully we planned it,
accidents of overly exposed skin happened all too frequently. I had seen
my sister's naked body often enough to watch it change. Her hips widened,
her nipples and then her breasts swelled, and although I saw it less
frequently, she started growing hair in the V where her legs met. She had
seen me naked also and we had both been secretly curious about each
other's bodies. Lately though, I noticed Carol trying harder than normal
to catch me. Once I saw her watching me bathe in the creek.

One morning I awoke sleepily and in desperate need of a good long piss. As
I stumbled to the door my erect cock slipped out of the slit in the front
of my pajamas. I heard a gasp from her and quickly tucked it back in. That
night I masturbated twice while remembering that gasp. Both times I heard
the slurping again.

Partly due to my nightly pleasure sessions I was, and still am, a light
sleeper. One night I awoke gently to hear the floor creeping. I opened my
eyes just barely to see my sister, in her pajamas, oh- so-slowly and
gingerly tiptoeing toward my bed. She was looking at my crotch, and seeing
my erection bobbing out of my pajamas. I pretended to be asleep as she
crept closer. I was scared, to tell you the truth. What was happening was
new, taboo, and exciting. She knelt down next to my bed and watched it for
the longest time. Needless to say this was very stimulating to me and my
cock bobbed for attention. After a while, she crept back to her bed and I
heard the slurping sound again.

This continued for some time, this nightly inspection at attention and
became the fantasy I thought of when masturbating. One night I just got so
turned on by exposing myself to her that I had to touch myself. I figured
I had to pretend I was doing it in my sleep and almost casually jerked my
hand across my cock. I saw Carol jump but she dared not move suddenly or
the floor would make a definite and loud noise. I decided that the most I
could do was one more brush of my hand over my hard-on. This time I
squeezed it between two fingers as my hand went over it. In spite of
herself, she gasped.

Well, this was getting interesting. Carol didn't show up at my bedside for
several nights and I was disappointed. I thought I had scared her away.
One night I became aware of her presence and, still pretending sleep,
stroked my cock casually several times. She stayed. After a little while,
I stroked it several more times, then waited, then several more times. All
the while my movements were slow and awkward enough so that I could claim
sleep if questioned. Well, this situation and slow stroking was getting to
me and, without trying, I came. Carol audibly groaned. I was embarrassed
and stayed quite still for the rest of the night. I vowed never to do that
again.

A few nights later I became aware of my sister beside me. My cock was hard
and peeking through my pajamas, as usual. I determined not to stroke
myself and Carol stayed for a very long time waiting for me to do so.
Suddenly but gently I felt her fingers on my cock. I couldn't believe it.
I didn't know anything could feel so good. Her touch was light and yet at
just the right spot. Her hand wasn't moving but it didn't need to. I
couldn't help myself and came spontaneously. My jism went all over her
hand. She gently took her hand away and wiped it on her pajamas.

As I thought back on it later, that night marked a turning point in our
relationship. Always friendly and cooperative, we now treated each other
with some warmth and tenderness. Carol was much freer with showing me her
body now and made no pretense of modesty. We undressed in front of each
other, if it didn't seem too forced to do so, and swam naked together in
the creek. However, months had gone by and she had not visited my bedside.
I was disappointed and desperately clung to every instant of the last time
she did. It was my constant masturbation fantasy.

One night I heard her masturbating and decided to see just exactly what
she was doing. It was a moonless night so the room was almost pitch black.
I carefully lifted myself from my bed and started to cross the room,
stepping only where I knew the boards did not creak. She must have heard
me anyway because she suddenly stopped. I froze. After what seemed like an
eternity she started again. I could see movement, but couldn't make out
exactly what was moving. I stepped closer, the floorboard made a sound,
but Carol did not stop this time. 

Finally, I was within three feet of her bed and sat down. My cock was
absolutely rigid and ready to burst from the tension of the scene. I could
barely make out my sister's arm across her waist and her hand in her
crotch. It was moving up and down and making quite a slurping sound now.
Carol was moaning and quietly grunting. Well, this was too much and I
carefully lowered myself so I was flat on my back on the floor and began
to stroke myself. I could tell she was going to come soon and so was I. I
decided to time myself so that we came together. When we did, we dropped
all pretense of being quiet and grunted quite audibly. Hers lasted longer
than mine. I lay there for quite awhile and then snuck back to bed.

The next morning my sister and I looked at each other and acknowledged
with our eyes the secret we shared. It was a further deepening of our
relationship. A few days later I was bathing in the creek and was really
turned on. Naked, I lay down on the plush grass and started stroking
myself. It was such a turn-on to feel the sun's warmth on my balls and to
be doing this in the open. Suddenly I heard a noise in the bush in back of
me and turned around to see Carol emerging and heading straight for me. I
was paralyzed. 

She gently knelt beside me and without saying a word, put her hand on my
cock, which had started to go soft from the fright. She stroked it slowly
and it sprang to attention. It felt so good that I lay back and closed my
eyes. It didn't take long for her ministrations to have the desired result
and I came great globs of jism. She continued to hold my cock until I
calmed down some. Then, without saying a word she got up and started
taking off her clothes. Naked, she lay down beside me and proceeded to
gently pinch her nipples and stroke her stomach. 

I got up on my elbow to watch. She parted her legs and, for the first time
I got a clear view of a girl's pussy. What a sight! She had bushy sandy
brown pubic hair, very plush pussy lips, a large and erect clit and she
was very wet. Her hand stroked the lips, oh how I longed to do so, and
rubbed up and down on her clit. It didn't take very long for her to come
and as she did, her whole body tensed and her hips lifted off the ground.
She gradually came down but kept rubbing. Soon the tension built to
another orgasm, then soon afterward, another. This was incredibly exciting
for me and I was stroking my cock again. About Carol's fourth orgasm I had
my second. We were wild.

That night, as soon as we went to bed, she came over and knelt beside my
bed. She reached into my pajamas and softly and tentatively held my cock.
It got hard immediately and she started stroking. It felt so good in spite
of my having come twice already today. Before long I came once again, this
time more vehemently than I ever had before. Afterward, Carol just grazed
the head of my cock with her lips, as if to kiss it goodnight. She stood
and went back to her bed. Before long I heard her masturbating and went
over to her bedside. 

I lightly placed my hand on top of hers between her legs and our hands
moved in unison for a while. I wanted to feel her wetness and so took my
hand away and stoked her inner thigh up to her pussy. My, was she wet and
messy. I explored the many folds of her pussy. She withdrew her hand and I
found her clit and rubbed it the way I'd seen her do it by the creek.
After a while, I got the hang of it and felt her body tensing for climax.
Her peak was extremely violent also, with her body arching, teeth
clenching, and fists white. When she came down, I slowly withdrew my hand
and silently went back to bed. This day would be a favorite fantasy for
years to come.

Our sexual relationship continued like this for many months. Many times we
would mutually masturbate down by the creek or would make each other come
at night in our beds, or just listen to the other masturbate. We knew, of
course, living in the country, that cocks go into vaginas. We were afraid
to try that though for fear of Carol getting pregnant. My sister was
increasingly using her fingers inside her pussy when she masturbated
though and I longed to put my dick in there. One night, as she was sitting
on my bed stroking my cock she seemed more turned on than unusual. She
stood up and pulled down her pajamas and said to me, "I just want to try
this a little." 

She straddled me with her pussy just above my cock. I could hardly bare
it, waiting for the first feel of a pussy on my cock. Slowly, too slowly,
she lowered herself and holding my cock, let it just graze her wet and
dripping pussy lips. It felt so good, her hand, her wetness, her warmth so
close to me. She poised there for what seemed like an eternity, just
stroking herself with my cock. Finally she lowered herself a little and
the head of my cock went inside. I thought I was going to explode. Carol
sensed that and said that I mustn't come. We remained motionless for a
long time. Finally, she took my cock out and lay down beside me. She
proceeded to stroke herself and I stroked myself. We came together.

A few days later my sister and I decided to picnic on top of Thompson's
Hill, about a three mile walk from our cabin. Along the way was a small
waterfall and we went skinny-dipping. The cold water felt good. I was
amazed at how fast Carol's body had changed. Her breasts were now more
than mounds. They actually sagged a little, although the cold tightened
them up and made her nipples very prominent. She had an explosive growth
of hair between her legs yet her pronounced pussy lips were clearly
visible. We hugged and I gently squeezed her nipples. They were so cute.
We got dressed and proceeded on our hike. Soon we reached our destination,
a clearing in a dense virgin timber forest on top of Thompson's Hill. We
spread our blanket and ate our lunch. 

Afterward, Carol lay with her head in my lap as I played with her breasts.
I said, "Let's get naked," which we did with deliberate speed. It was a
chilly day and the sun felt good on our bodies. I rolled on my side and
traced circles on my sister's breast, just outside the areola. Her nipples
were already hard and I lightly grazed them with my finger tips. I kept
doing this for quite a while, first one nipple, then the other. I was
fascinated with these. They were so responsive. Soon Carol was moaning
almost under her breath. She gently tugged my hand down over her stomach
to the top of her pubic hair and then to her pussy, which was deliciously
wet. As I ran my finger delicately up the folds of her pussy and nudged
her clitoris she let out a squeak I had never heard before. Needless to
say, I had been hard all this time and had been against her leg, getting
it wet with my pre-cum.

I made several more strokes up her vagina. She said, "I can't take it
anymore. Come inside me." She opened her legs more and I got over her and
positioned myself with my cockhead against her pussy. I had never done
this before and my actions were tentative. My cock was right at her pussy
lips and I stayed that way for a long time. Slowly, an inch at a time I
moved forward until my cockhead was just inside. I moved deeper and slowly
deeper. It was tight but it felt so good. Suddenly I ran into a wall. I
said, "It won't go in anymore." She said, "Yes, it will. You just have to
try harder." This was a challenge so I thrust with some force now and
Carol cried out in pain. I said, "What happened?" She said, "I don't know,
but don't take it out." We remained in that position for a long time until
I couldn't take it anymore and started stroking. I was in deep now and
noticed that whenever I thrust all the way in she seemed to like it. I got
in the rhythm of going very deep. I tried to hold my climax but couldn't
and came explosively.

We stayed locked together for a long time and then I got soft and
withdrew. As I did so, I noticed blood - a lot of blood - all over her
pussy and my cock. I said, "Carol, look!" She screeched. We thought I had
damaged her. We quickly packed up and she used leaves and grass to wipe
herself. When we got back to the waterfall, she undressed and washed her
pussy. I said, "Does it hurt?" She said, "A little. but I still liked it."

After that time we made love several more times before we both went away
to school. I became a writer and Carol became an artist. She married
happily and raised three boys. Much later in life, in our late forties, we
talked about our childhood sex and agreed it had been a positive
experience. Both of us had, partly as a consequence, had active and
fulfilling sex lives. Carol passed away three years ago and I miss her
dearly. I never got to tell her that she was the most exciting woman of my
life.

THE END