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OPEN MARRIAGE CHRONICLES: BROTHER

By Bill and Ellen


ELLEN'S STORY

I hadn't realized why I was frequently attracted to younger men until
my brother Roger visited us for three days last November. It had begun
as a tragedy. Roger was just a year younger than me when we learned
our parents were killed in an air accident; the incident was
particularly newsworthy because of the spectacularly horrible way in
which the airliner had plowed through a Southern California
neighborhood. Television and newspaper coverage kept the awful
circumstances before our eyes for days thereafter. We were alone in
our home for three days, awaiting our aunt and uncle from Central Ohio
to come for us. I would subsequently live with them only a year until
I left to accept a job in another city; Roger stayed with them through
college and R.O.T.C., after which he joined the Army. He's now a
paratrooper. While we awaited my aunt and uncle who were driving cross
country because they were afraid of flying, my brother and I were each
emotionally vulnerable. Adult family friends visited daily, bringing
us food and trying to keep our minds occupied with thoughts of the
future, not the past or present.

The night before my aunt and uncle arrived, after Roger had showered,
I heard him sobbing. He was still in the bathroom. I was nude, two
rooms away in my closet, looking through a line of clothes for my
pajamas. I gave up on the pj's, tugged my terry robe from a hanger,
and tied it about me as I walked to the bath. The door was ajar. I
pushed it open to find Roger, leaning over a sink as he splashed water
in his face to clear his tears. Having just toweled off, his black
hair was mussed and glistening. A dark blue towel was wrapped around
his lower torso. His eyes were reddened as he looked up at my mirrored
reflection and murmured, "I don't think I can take it anymore."
Although he's now three inches taller, at that time Roger and I were
the same height. I hugged him to me. Our bodies pressed together as I
rocked his head on my shoulder. He seemed dazed by the emotional
storm. He shuddered as he whimpered, "I don't want to stay in my room
alone! Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

I led him by the hand to my room. Preoccupied with despair, he hadn't
seemed to notice that his towel had fallen away as we entered my
bedroom door. I averted my eyes from his smooth, nude body and
invitingly patted the pillow alongside me on my small bed. I turned
off the lamp, then billowed the thin white sheet over us as he crawled
in beside me. He held me agonizingly like he was afraid he'd fall into
some abyss as he lay quietly in the darkness. Like me, Roger was
slender and long-limbed, his body as firm as mine from swimming and
playing softball; we made a good fit, I'd thought as our arms twined
around the other's neck. I smiled when he was finally slumbering, his
cheek laying over mine. Just minutes later, I fell asleep. Sometime in
the early morning hours, I awoke. My robe was open from the shoulders,
exposing my warm nakedness. Roger, as always, snored lightly. My body
was pressed to his nudity from our stomachs down to our legs. His body
felt feverish. His hands were curled beneath his chin, his elbow
resting between my breasts. Although I couldn't see his young penis
which had swelled as he slept, I could feel its broad and lengthy
firmness bulging between the vee of my legs. The pressure against my
vagina had been what awakened me. Although I knew I shouldn't be
feeling this way, I was electrified with the sexuality of my brother's
naked flesh against mine.

I started to push him away until I remembered his crying. I didn't
wish to awaken him. I lay that way for hours. Unmentionable images
were running through my mind. His manhood burgeoned as his body
twitched in sleep-induced dreams, causing me to shudder as it now and
then slid ever so slightly through my legs and the furrows of my
virgin womanhood. It was both torture and pleasure; I didn't want to
remain in that agonizing position, yet didn't want to move. His head
twisted to rest on my right breast, his lips brushing the nipple. He
slep on. His mouth opened slightly to begin nursing my young breast as
if his dreams had returned him to infancy. His tongue and lips worked
over by breast with soft slurping sounds. His hips moved about,
causing his penis to wriggle against my vagina. My hand, trapped
beneath his head, cupped the back of hi neck. I was fighting an urge
to pull him even closer.

I was going out of my mind with desire; but the knowledge that to do
so was wrong prevented me from responding. Eventually, the will power
I'd mustered to pretend I was unaffected left me exhausted. I fell
again into a deep slumber.

For the rest of the night, I dreamed of a faceless man lying alongside
me in the darkness as the two of us fondled the other. In the morning,
we awoke to the jangling of the alarm clock perched on the headboard
above me. I folded my arm behind me, afraid to touch him. Roger's face
was pressing warmly into my tender breast. His lips enveloped the
firmness of my excited nipple. His eyes fluttered open, rolling up to
meet mine. Only slightly awakened, he glanced to the inviting breast
before him and rolled back to the pillow. I couldn't have admitted
that I didn't want him to stop nursing my pulsating nipple.

The erotic dreams had left me in a state of hyper-excitement. Except
to reach and shut off the alarm, I hadn't moved. The room was dim, an
hour away from sunrise. Roger's manhood was more aroused, its bulging
base now throbbing against my clitoris. He looked shocked for a
fleeting moment, then pretended nothing was wrong.

We stared at the other, both in a state of half-sleep. I could no
longer control my frenzied body; my slender hips slowly rocked back
and forth, massaging my clitoris over the lengthy curvature of his
hardness. Our eyes closed. His elbow slid away from the young fullness
of my breasts, his tremoring hands gently cupping and stroking the
mounds. My nipples jutted out in excitation, bouncing beneath his
touch.

I slowly became aware of my arm I'd folded behind me; my dangling hand
was touching his penis that extended just beyond the back of my legs.
My fingers were drawn to it, stroking the tip; my manipulations caused
it to pulse and jitter, further arousing my stimulated body.

I rested my knee over Roger's hip, allowing my slender hand to reach
for his mem ber through the back of my legs. My fingers curled firmly
around his young manho od. Cautiously, I pulled his penis' back and
forth, afraid I might hurt him.

Although I'd had no such experience before, I knew just what to do.
Just a month before, I had crawled to the backyard shed's roof to
watch the stars; I was laying flat on my back, my hands  folded
beneath my neck; I glanced toward an almost imperceptible  movement at
Roger's lighted window. Roger was standing alongside  his bed, his
hand pumping against his groin. I'd sat up, bracing my elbows against
the slant of the roof, and peered down to his window. And I KNEW
immediately! He was MASTURBATING! Although the fascinating vision held
no sensuality for me at the time, I was enthralled! I remember
grinning as I watched; it was just all so INTERESTING!

And now, yes, in my sleepy turmoil, I knew just what to do. I was
voluntarily masturbating him with my hand at my back! The skin seemed
so thin against th pulsating muscle beneath. My fist was trembling
like a leaf fluttering from our backyard maple tree. I shivered in the
intoxication of the moment, feeling his manhood coated with my own
heated vaginal oils. It was all so new to me! Our first sexual
excitement was mounting in a tempestuous storm  between the two of us!
His eyes opened a moment, then closed again. He moved in and out of my
legs, and all the time stroking my heaving breasts. We gasped
together. His manhood pulled to and fro through my fingers. Gyrating
my palpitating hips, I pressed my clitoris madly against his throbbing
firmness.

He arched his back, his lips pulling on my nipple, and moaned.

My breath hissed out like steam from a radiator. His body tensed, his
arms tightening about me. He shuddered and groaned; then, my sensitive
furrows felt his forceful jet thrust beneath me; his orgasmic fluid
was rocketing through his manhood! The soft, warm liquid splashed
through my hand, onto the back of my legs. I squealed, grasping his
penis firmly. Our bodies shimmied as his teeth bit into my nipple, the
pain causing tears to pool in my eyes.

Our eyes snapped open in unison, the two of us beginning to fully
awaken, realizing what we were doing! His face reddened. Each of us
trembled, slowly pulling the sheet back. The robe was still open to my
sides, my naked flesh pressed to his feverish and shuddering nude
body. Roger puddled the sheet to the floor behind him.

He pulled away in a slow agonizing roll of his hips. His member seemed
interminably long and unbelivably wet, gliding through my legs. An
electric shock rippled through me. I didn't close my robe as he rose
to a sitting position. He stood, turning to stare down at my breasts
and my pulsing groin. My full lips parted in disbelief at what we'd
done; yet, in my frenzied state, I kept pushing it to the back of my
mind. I was breathless. My hips thrust out involuntarily as my tense,
wet fingers combed frantically through the thick black curls over my
mound. I spread my fingers, squeezing my groin as I gazed upon his
awesome body in a way I had never seen it before.

I was fascinated by his jutting length and the thickness of his black
pubic hair. The purplish red tip glistened in the pale morning light;
the bulging veins that ran the length of his excited rod throbbed,
enhancing the erotic thunderstorm that was already rumbling through
me. My lips trembled. My face glowed red. I was unable to tear my eyes
away from his member, bobbing and pointing toward ME! I'd wanted to
reach out and pull on it again; but now, fully awake, I restrained my
almost overwhelming urge. His gaze roamed my quaking body.

Although I couldn't have admitted it, my hips were rolling and
thrusting like I was inviting him back to the bed! My face burned in a
shameless blush.

But Roger controlled himself, now feigning disinterest, as if it
hadn't occurred. Lifting his towel from the floor at the doorway, he
mumbled, "Want cornflakes for breakfast?"

Licking the fullness of my pale dry lips, I glanced to his pole
pushing the towel out from his groin. I rolled on my back, feeling the
puddle of his warm creamy liquid spreading beneath me. Closing and
tying the robe, I went along with the charade, rose from the bed, and
said, "Sure, I'll fix it." The image of his hardness, thrusting from
the thick pubic hair, flitted through my mind the entire morning...

And the incident was never mentioned between us again. Until a month
ago, when Roger visited us.


BILL'S STORY

The hairs now stand out on the back of my neck when I think where all
this led to. I couldn't have known it early that night, but I was
about to walk into a strange land of the mind that I couldn't have
imagined if I hadn't been there.

I'd always liked Ellen's brother. He likes the Army, almost seeming to
be married to it. He looks like he stepped from a recruiting poster -
short black hair, athletic, and as handsome as Ellen is beautiful.

Having lived the first 18 years of my life in a military orphanage, I
would have been expected to have cared as much for the Marines; but I
didn't, even after nine years in the Corps before becoming a civilian
engineer. Now, I think better of it in retrospect, tending to remember
only the good parts. Roger, though, seems to live for nothing except
the next jump from an airplane, the ten-mile runs, and all the
unquestioned regimen that had once irritated the hell out of me. Like
Ellen, he never swears, doesn' smoke, and drinks nothing alcoholic but
a couple of glasses a wine a month, maybe even less. He laughs easily,
never complains, and never runs out of jokes.

Ellen of course had told me about the incident with her brother, which
fascinated me. During his second night of his three- day visit with
us, we were swimming in our backyard pool while Roger was out jogging.

The moon's narrow sliver of gold hung in the black sky. The distant
dining room's small window of light spilled across the trimmed lawn
and onto the dark waters of the swimming pool, providing the only
other illumination. Ellen swam to the pool ladder, grasped a rung, and
said, "I think I know now why I'm often attracted to men a few years
younger than me." It was out of the blue; we hadn't even been talking
about Roger.

I started to ask why but somehow knew exactly what she was thinking. I
acknowledged, "Because of your brother." I raised my eyebrows
questioningly. "Right?"

She nodded affirmatively and giggled, "Too weird for words, isn't it?"
She clambered up the ladder, stripped off her swimsuit and lifted her
hip-length beach robe from the pool deck.

I paddled back a couple of feet from the pool's rim, looked up at her
as she was toweling off, and suggested, "Why don't you tell him?"

She looked shocked, responding, "Oh, I couldn't!

I crawled from the pool and reached for the towel. Draping my suit
alongside hers on the lawn chair to dry in the night air, I picked up
the other robe, pushing my arms through its sleeves as I walked behind
her through the darkened hedges and into the house. I cinched my robe
and said, "Who knows? He could've been disturbed over the memory.
Talking it out could solve some problems."

Looking back, I don't really think I believed what I was saying, that
the memory bothered her brother. He was one of the most well adjusted
men I'd known. But I added, "I'm sure he hasn't forgotten it." Perhaps
if I'd thought more about my deeper motives, I wouldn't have pursued
the conversation, but eventually Ellen agreed that just bringing the
subject up would be harmless. We were sitting in nothing but our robes
at the kitchen bar, drinking tea while awaiting Roger to return from
his nightly jog.

Ellen thought over my suggestion, then turned from the bar stool. She
smiled with an agreeable nod.

As I watched her long, firm legs walk toward the hallway, I laughed,
asking, "Where are you going?"

She returned a half minute later and said, "Just removed the towels
from the bathroom."

I was puzzled.

Just moments later, Roger knocked, opened the front door, and strode
into the foyer. He was dressed in yellow running shorts and jogging
shoes. A silver military chain dangled about his neck. He grinned,
sweat running from his black hair down his face. He waved at us, and
mumbled, "Going to the shower! Join you in a minute."

When he closed the door, I turned to Ellen and grinned in realization
at what she'd done, "O-kay. So he's going to have to ask for a towel,
and you're going to take it to him."

She bit her lip, smiled, and acknowledged, "Uh-huh." My nostrils
flared slightly at the fresh smell of a cologne she'd splashed on
while she'd been in the hallway.

Just two minutes later, Roger was calling from the half opened door.
Ellen pulled a couple of rose colored towels from the closet and
walked in, holding out a towel, draping the other over her arm.

I glanced down the hall to the bath mirror's reflection through the
open door. He didn't cover himself as he dried off; Ellen was leaning
against the sink and chatting with him as he ran an electri razor over
his late-evening stubble. He wrapped the towel around his hips.

They joined me at the kitchen bar. As they talked, they seemed
detached and unconcerned with the out-of-place occurrence. She'd been
casually talking to him while he was nude! I was amazed.

I reached to the liquor cabinet and retrieved a spectacular potion I'd
intermixed for special occasions, a third-quart of grain alcohol with
white wine, the taste disguised by a few drops of tobo oil as I'd
learned while stationed in Turkey.

I pulled 3 wine glasses from our cupboard and poured; and although
they kept insisting they'd drunk enough, I kept pouring their glasses
full. And when we were later sitting in the floor and talking, my back
to a wall and their backs against the couch, I rested my elbow on the
coffee table and filled their glasses again.

Although Ellen drinks very little, she knew that wine mixed with pure
alcohol has a lightening-like, numbing effect; I found it interesting
that she wasn't offering any comments other than just calling it
"wine."

They'd lost count of the drinks. Roger stared blankly at the glass I'd
just refilled and laughed, "No more! I'm drunk." I knew he wasn't
kidding; I'd been sipping only a single glass of the potent potion and
was more adept than either of them at holding liquor; yet I could feel
electrical currents racing through me. The tobo oil would make it
worse; it's like eating butter before drinking; you don't really know
you're drunk when your stomach's coated with butter; then as the oil's
absorbed, the full effect hits at once.

"Me too," Ellen giggled; but she took one more swallow, set the glass
on the table, and waved toward the bottle negatively. She added,
"That's IT for ME! My head will be the size of a basketball by
morning." They thought about the image of a basketball balancing on
Ellen's shoulders an instant, then burst out laughing in unison, drunk
for the first time in their lives. I walked to the far side of the
kitchen bar where I was just able to see their shadowed images in the
mirrored wall. Folding my arms, I leaned my back against the
refrigerator, watched, and listened.

Ellen sighed, patting his hand across her bare legs that were jutting
from her hip-length terry robe. She reminisced, "Being in my robe,
while a towel's wrapped around your waist, reminds me of something
that once happened between us."

Her brother's eyes were glazed. He was having trouble comprehending
their simple conversation and mumbled, "What's that?"

She told him. He hesitated before answering, then nodded, saying, "I
think about that night every once in a while."

Although Ellen hadn't noticed, her white beach robe had fallen open as
she leaned forward, exposing generous proportions of her breasts and
her slim stomach. Roger stole occasional glances at her semi-bared
breasts as she breathed softly and at the brownish circle of a nipple
that he could see from where he sat.

She flattened the palm of his hand against her thigh; the tips of her
fingers brushed his muscular arm. She asked, "What do you think
about?"

He described the incident just as Ellen had told me, stopping now and
then in his recollection as if he kept forgetting his train of
thought. And eventually he'd recalled it in great detail. The effect
of the alcohol and the sensuality of the remembrance were having a
noticeable effect on him.

Her senses dazed, Ellen hadn't noticed his engorged member pushing the
soft towel around his hips toward the ceiling. She smiled softly,
"That incident didn't bother me. I just wanted to know if it had a
lasting effect on you."

He looked sheepish, his forehead wrinkled slightly as the corners of
his eyes sought hers. "I think of it in a fond way." Cautiously, he
reached for another sip of wine and went on, "I probably shouldn't say
this." He gulped the wine. "I'd wanted it to happen again."

They were still chatting when I strolled back in the room but stopped
talking as they looked up at my intrusion. Turning to Roger, Ellen
said, "Oh, don't worry. Bill knows all about it. He gets excited every
time I tell him the details." She could never have admitted that if
she had been as cold sober as I was.

They laughed when I nodded and said, grinning, "Most exciting thing
I'd ever heard."

I rolled my tongue thoughtfully against the inside of my cheek and
said, "I didn't really think of it as incest. I mean you didn' have
intercourse."

They mumbled a few thoughts about my questionable concept, then agreed

I added, "It's possible to have a number of sensual experiences which
aren't incestual." After they'd asked me to explain, I went on, "Well,
for example. Suppose you were laying on your back." I gestured for
Roger to lay back on the floor. He complied.

And now, Ellen glanced at his engorged member, raising the towel like
a flag pole. She gasped! After a moment's shocke silence, her voice
was hoarse and quivering as she asked me, "What ... what did you want
him to do?" She gulped, then looked away with a slight jerk of her
head like she was trying to clear her mind of the alcohol-induced
trance. She turned her again to look at him. I suggested that she sit
over her brother's groin, facing him. Although intoxicated, she was
reluctant; but as Roger also urged her on, she straddled him, her
naked legs over the towel covering his hips. Somehow this created an
immediate bond that even I could feel to form between them, as if I
weren't even there. Ellen's eyes widened as she stared transfixed at
her brother.

Roger's facial muscles twitched as he glimpsed the slightly open folds
of Ellen's robe, exposing a portion of her shaved mound. This must
have seemed a bit unreal to them, but anyone who's drunk will accept
almost anything as normal. I waited as they looked at the other,
breathing heavily. Her brother lay his hands on her hips, beneath the
wide slits at the sides of her robe.

She inhaled sharply as his hands touched her hips; she couldn't look
away from the rising protrusion of the towel covering his groin. Her
voice tremored as she asked me, "What now?"

I reached to untie Ellen's robe, pulling it open. She looked at me
fearfully, gasping as she started to re-tie the belt. Then, she
hesitated, turning her questioning face toward her brother. He nodded
his assent; she returned the affirmative gesture, allowing the loose
folds of her robe to remain open to her brother's full view. In his
alcoholic stupor, he raised himself slightly on his elbows, blinking
as he surveyed the fullness of her breasts and her groin's smoothly
shaved mound. Ellen's jaw sagged, her stare affixed in awesome wonder
at her brother's raised towel. Roger again lay his back flat on the
floor.

My tongue was thickened and dry. I could feel the erotic heat
irradiating between them. The warmth of her body had allowed a faint
wisp of cologne to drift through the room.

I tugged at his towel that was separating them. Ellen accommodated me
by wriggling her hips, allowing me to pull it away. Her bare thighs
hovered an inch above his groin a moment as if she were still
undecided; when he offered no response, she lowered her long, firm
legs until her knees touched the floor, settling slowly down upon his
groin.

Each gasped in unison as their naked flesh slid together. She leaned
forward and spread her fingers, bracing her hands against his chest.
Her gaping robe hung just over her shoulders, down her sides, the way
the white terry robe of her youth had exposed her nudity to her
brother's eyes so many years before.

Her body quaked at the close intimate contact of his long penis with
the rim of her cuntal lips. Roger's length was impressive; his broad
member twitched in excitation as the purplish tip brushed the
curvature of her soft breast. Her hips moved just slightly, pushing
her groin gently against his penis in an involuntary motion. But I'd
noticed it, and so had Roger; he'd shuddered as her warm womanhood
brushed against his pole. It was clear she was fighting an urge to
move about.

I leaned my back to the wall and waited. Deciding I may have already
pushed this too far, I offered no further suggestions. But I didn't
need to; the room's air was charged with the sexual electricity
between them.

And now, Ellen no longer asked me for instructions. Her excited thighs
involuntarily squeezed his hips, relaxed, and squeezed again. Roger's
legs fidgeted, his hips rolling slightly, causing his lengthy cock to
brush a wide swathe across her stomach.

Ellen's body was stilled but intense; but when he moaned, as if giving
eager permission, she began moving her pussy lips back and forth, her
sweet smelling lubricant coating his cock as it was pushed flat
against his stomach with each movement of her hips. His blood-engorged
member fit her smooth furrow like a ball in a socket as if they were
made for each other. Of course; yes, I thought, they were! Each made
for the other! I gulped my second glass of wine.

It was obvious her clitoris was now hyper-excited as her bald flesh
slid over the broad pole, creating the necessary friction. The wine
had taken its full toll, releasing all inhibitions. Her lips formed a
circle, her body shivering. Immersed in lust, she moaned, "Annnhhhhh!
Ooooohhhh!" Her groin pressed more firmly against his long cock and
hairy stomach.

He groaned, "Oh, God, it feels...it feels GOOD! Ellen! Even better
than I'd IMAGINED!"

I arose quietly and walked out of the room, lingering in the darkness
of the hallway to watch the rest - of what I'd begun - to unfold. They
were writhing together in slow, measured movements.

Ellen increased the tempo of her hips and whimpered, "UNGHHH! OOOHHH!
Oh, YES, Roger! It feels GOOD! I don't want it to stop. It's making me
so fucking horny, I don't know what to DO!"

Roger was now lifting his hips, matching each thrust as her aching
cunt trapped his cock against his belly. Her pussy lips and clitoris
slid down his cock's length each time he lifted his hips; then she
thrust her own hips forward, moving her hot wet flesh back up its
massive length.

"Oh, GOD!" Roger groaned. "I know I shouldn't be enjoying this! But I
just can't HELP it!"

I knew what he meant. I shouldn't be enjoying it either.

Ellen whimpered, "Don't stop." Tears pooled in her eyes, streaking her
cheeks. She whispered lustily, "I love it TOO! Your COCK! It's so BIG!
So HOT! I love it more than ANYTHING, Roger! I'll do anything you WANT
if you'll just keep doing what you're DOING!"

In the hallway's darkness, I opened my robe. I began pumping my cock
with a fury. He heaved his loins upward as she completed each forward
thrust of her hips. Her excited hips wriggled as his cock slithered up
the furrow of her eager, heated cunt and slid against her clitoris.
The movement caused her to squeal in agonizing pleasure.

Ellen thought I'd left for the bedroom. She whispered, "Oh GOD! I
can't believe what I'm FEELING! I can't believe what I want to ask
you! I want you to fuck me, Roger! WOULD you? Would you FUCK your
sister? WILL you?"

Enflamed with lust, Roger grasped her hips, lifting her from him as he
nodded in enthusiastic agreement. He breathed, "I'd love to. I'd LOVE
to fuck you!"

She rolled away to lay on her back, her legs splayed. Her hips grinded
invitingly against the soft carpet. Her wide eyes glinted in the dim
light. She tremored fearfully like a trapped rabbit facing a predator
as her brother's nude body hovered expectantly above her. His cock
twitched, jutting out in a threatening gesture. His face took on a
determined demeanor like that of a bombardier about to taste the
fruits of a perfect mission. The massive poker poised to dive into the
red hot coals of her depths that were now blazing like a furnace. He
thrust and grinded his hips helplessly in the narrow distance between
them.

Ellen shuddered wantonly as her quivering fingers clawed frantically
through his thick black patch of pubic hair. Her questioning eyes
sought his, their unbridled lust fueled by mind- swirling
intoxication. Her fingers tighted around his cock, pumping madly.

He murmured, "My balls are hard as rocks! I couldn't stop now if I
wanted to. And I don't WANT to!" His comment was also a question,
allowing her time to refuse, to push him away; yet I knew that neither
of them could stop now.

Ellen's reactions exceeded my expectations. She pleaded, "Oh, YES,
brother! I WANT you to fuck me! I can't WAIT! I want you to fuck me so
bad it hurts!"

She quivered her cunt up. Grasping his throbbing tool with her small
fist, she pulled it toward her vaginal lips. Ellen's raging passion
caused her body to blush a flaming red. Now, his prick had grown to a
particularly lusty state, extending inches beyond the breadth of his
sister's fist. She stroked his long hardness, then pulled it to the
mouth of her trembling pussy. Upon contact with its tip, she squealed,
"OOOOOHHHH! GOD-D-D-D-D!"

Her long slender legs involuntarily wrapped around his hips; and then,
as if her long legs had a mind of their own, her legs tugged his loins
toward her. His cock entered her tight muscle- rimmed opening as she
writhed beneath him in unconcealed desire. My heart was thumping like
a sledgehammer. A hot breath escaped my lips. Ellen lifted her hips
eagerly to his massive member. They shared a sigh. Their mutual
pledges of sibling love sounded like a ceremony to be performed before
their bodies were about to be united. Her cuntal folds enveloped the
head of his prick, then slid around his tool as he entered her.

He flinched and moaned as he forced his way into her vaginal muscles
which were contracted with fear. Then she relaxed, allowing his cock
to spread the mouth of her cunt still wider. She arched her back,
grinding her hips against the softness of the carpet as her brother's
tool slid snugly into place.

Her lips stretched wide, in a shocked and silent scream as her cunt
was stretching her brother's uncommon size. Then, sobbing
ecstatically, Ellen screamed, "Oh, Roger! You're killing me! You're so
fucking BIG! OH! Do it! I can't STAND it! It's KILLING me! DO it! Fuck
me, Roger! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" There was nothing contradictory about her
fevered pleas. Her brother was clearly huge, yet Ellen wouldn't have
wanted him to stop. Her pain was replaced by unbelievable ecstasy! She
cried out in the heights of rapture known only to those who have
tasted the white heat of forbidden pleasures. I'd never seen anything
like it! Ellen and Roger were boiling with lust. Their bodies thrashed
against the other like hellish morsels in a bubbling cauldron. Her
nipples were dark and swollen as her brother's mouth lathed her soft
breasts. He was riding his sister with a fury. Bucking against his
groin, she thrilled in their unspeakable taboo, a tumultous bliss
they'd never known; she bucked against him as her hands ran up and
down his torso. The enflamed yolks of her eyes were wild, rolling in
wide circles as his too skewered her steaming channel. Her eager cunt
sucked in his lengthy member like a muscular hand milking a bloated
udder. Ellen's knees pressed against his body as she gyrated her
groin, taking in his full lusty length. Transfixed at the long cock
boring deeper into her cunt, she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Sobbing in erotic abandon, she whimpered, "Oh GOD, I'm so HAPPY! I
want you to fuck me FOREVER!" She returned his ardor in full measure
as his tool plowed on, throbbing through her cuntal wall tightly on it
again and again. I'd seen Ellen fucked by others before; she'd never
been fucked like this! She was immersed in this passionate storm,
united completely with a man she'd loved but never really known. And
as I watched and listened to their passion raging like the mightiest
of hurricanes, I realized I didn't know either one of them!

I know that I've told you little about my life, but I've lived and
slept under threats of life and limb - once on the run for a dozen
days and nights beneath unrelenting enemy fire, probably because they
thought we were fifty or more men, instead of just five scared
marines, three of whom wouldn't live to see the age of 22 before the
month was out. We slept in short shifts as thunderstorms arrived on
the hour and pesty snakes were crawling through our mud- soaked
sleeping bags; I was nursing a fractured wrist, enfluenza, and a
festering cut in my groin from crawling through a quarter mile of
river rocks; and as if the jungle gods hadn't done enough, I was half
blind for the final three days, thanks to non-stop migraines; and yet,
because I would be checked into a hospital for two weeks, I was to be
the luckiest of the five. I'd been scared out of my wits from the
first rumble of the mortars to the moment a merciful flock of Army
choppers filled with hulking green berets cleared the jungle and
whisked us away. Two months later, I was with a fresh group of recons.
It wasn't any better.

You get the idea. I know what it's like to be afraid. But now,
listening to the gutteral howls of an ancient siren's song emanating
from Ellen's and Roger's throats, I felt a fear I'd never known. I
can't tell you why I felt that way; I don't know. I'd never heard
anything like it. And it was the most erotic melody that I could've
imagined. I gasped. I was coming also, my knees buckling as I leaned
against the wall.

It wasn't an event; it was a feeling. The feeling passed and wasn't to
be felt again - either by me or by them. They collapsed into a cuddle,
his cock still in her tight depths. They grinded greedily against the
other, fiery flesh against flesh. His lips crushed hers as each
sibling hugged and stroked the the other's pulsating nakedness. They
remained like that until Ellen murmured, "If I were any fucking
drunker, I'd be on another planet!" They laughed uncontrollably, then
quieted. Ellen was staring into the deep blue pools of her brother's
eyes. His jaw was slack, his mouth dry. He grasped his glass of wine
from the coffee table, gulped half of it down, then touched the glass
to his sister's lips. She drank it greedily, unwilling to allow the
peak of their intoxication to slip away. He then reached for Ellen's
half-full glass and repeated the ceremony They were completely stoned.

After laying in unspoken adoration for several minutes, he arose. They
stumbled toward the shower. As Ellen led him down the hallway, she was
pulling his penis up and down in her small fist; it was softening but
retaining its impressive length. They'd left the bathroom door ajar; I
watched from the hallway's darkness, their bodies reflected in the
broad mirror that faced the shower stall. They entered, closing the
glass door. The pinkness of their flesh gleamed through the dim
lighting as the shower spray hissed. Steam swirled about their bodies.

I could hear a conversation but was unable to determine what they were
saying. She kneeled before him, her eyes rolling up to watch his face
as she ravenously gulped his length in her mouth. The softness of her
lips glided along his prick until his mammoth cock had risen to its
full, excited state. He cupped the fullness of her breasts, stroking
her round softness. He pulled her to her feet, his tongue working its
way down to her shaved cunt. He knelt before her as if in worship. His
fingers stroked the smoothness of her mound as his tongue flicked
against her clitoris.

Her hips gyrated eagerly against his mouth as she tossed her head in
wild abandon.

He stood, turning Ellen away from him, forcing her hands flat against
the red tiled wall.

Ellen leaned into the wall, turning her head to look behind her; she
gazed down upon his broad swollen cock, the head of which glistened a
dark wet purple. She spread her legs wide in eager expectation to
accept his lengthy gift. Her lips trembled. She shuddered heavily,
pushing her smooth, virgin-like cunt back against him in an eager,
grinding motion. Her brother's eyes surveyed her perfect body, his
hands sliding down her back and cupping her buttocks lovingly.
Grasping her thigh with one hand and his massive cock with the other,
he leaned forward, poising his weapon. She tensed fearfully as the tip
made contact with the mouth of her swollen cuntal lips from the rear.'

He entered slowly at first; then with a sudden shove, he sheated his
broad sword to the hilt. The savage onslaught caused her mouth and
eyes to open widely in suprise. They were like dancers as his thick
rod savagely slithered into her blistering depths. His sister was
sobbing, "Uh Huhhh! Uh Huhhh! Shove your brotherly cock deep into me,
Roger! Fuck me! FUCK me like you LOVE me, Roger!" With each barbarous
thrust, her buttocks flattened against the hardness of his stomach.
She moaned in joyful anguish as he worked through her depths.
Whimpering, she twirled her fingers around her clitoris as she rotated
her hips in fervid passion. She squealed, "Oh, GOD!  I'm COMING!  DO
it, Roger!  FUCK it, Roger!  SHOVE it IN me, Roger!  Oh,
ROGER-R-R-R-R!  FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Ellen's back arched expectantly,
then she tremored, her hands reaching behind her to grasp his hips as
the orgasm throbbed through her. She sobbed, biting her lower lip, as
tears rolled down her cheeks. She grasped the bulging base of his cock
as it skewered through her creaming tunnel.

Roger's jaw slackened. He increased his tempo, ramming his tool home
with a vengeance. His body jerked as he muttered, "I'm coming, Ellen!"

Ellen cried, "Oh YES!" as she pressed the nakedness of her quaking
back against her brother's shuddering chest and stomach. She fucked
her hips back and forth ecstatically and murmured, "I can FEEL it
about to EXPLODE! OHHH YES-S-S-S!"

He shuddered and groaned, lost in a tornado of passion. Ellen's body
spasmed as she leaned forward, bracing her body as her fingernails
clawed at the walls.

And then it happened! He exploded. She screamed at the sensation of
his heated sperm, spurting like a mad volcano through her vaginal
walls. She was crying, biting her shoulder in ecstasy. Wiping her
tears away, She mewed, "I loved it! I LOVED it!" She turned, their
arms twining like they had so many years before. And there they stood,
beneath the warm spray of the streaming shower, their brotherly and
sisterly flesh pressed together from head to toe.

When their bodies parted, she grasped his tool, stroking it lovingly
to milk the last of its warm cream flowing through him. He mouthed her
breasts. Her nipples stood out like spikes as she smiled down on her
little brother; she stroked the back of his head with her other hand,
her fingers combing through his thick black hair. Her body shocks, she
gyrated her satiated cunt against his muscular leg.

Breathing heavily, I leaned against the hallway wall, as exhausted as
if I'd been through the same exercize. That had been one hell of a
night.

Just an hour before sunrise, the alarm jolted me from the bed. I
walked downstairs to Roger's room where I'd dragged them to his bed
the night before. His mouth was nursing her breast as they slept. They
had been in a drunken slumber earlier when I'd pulled Ellen's robe
over her shoulders, leaving it open in front, and arranged their
bodies as they'd been 15 years before.  I had dropped Roger's towel in
the open doorway.

Resetting the alarm for two minutes away, I placed it on the headboard
above them and walked to the kitchen to make coffee. Fifteen seconds
after the alarm went off, gales of laughter erupted from the room.
Ellen was still laughing when she stumbled into the kitchen, her robe
tied. Roger followed, his towel around his hips, leaning his head
against his arm on the kitchen counter as he guffawed. Well, that
wasn't what I'd thought would happen. There would be no repeat
performance, but I'd learned long ago that few things in life work out
the way we think they will. Ellen and Roger laugh about it now,
admitting it couldn't have happened if they hadn't been drunk. Neither
has ever been drunk again.

THE END
