From: "Patrick G. Conway" <scribler@digital.net>
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Subject: Lori's Letters -->> A brother/sister letter
Date: Sat, 31 Aug 1996 11:09:46 -0700
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LORI SAYS......
     Hi gang!
          I've been holding on to this letter for a little while,
unsure if I should send it.  You see, it deals with incest.  But
the brother and sister here were both in their mid-teens when this
happened, both were willing, if not eager.  Since no one was
forced and there was no abuse of power, I decided to publish it.
          Incest fantasies are pretty common.  I think part of
this is simply the desire to be with some one you can fully trust.
          The writer here is Susan.  She was seventeen and a
virgin when this happened about eight years ago.  Her brother Mike
was sixteen and inexperienced as well.
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     I had been having fantasies about my brother Mike for months
before I did anything about it.  I hadn't any real experience with
sex before and was really curious about it.  I guess you could say
I was horny, but I wasn't even sure what that meant, to be honest.
     The few guys I was dating I didn't trust enough to feel
comfortable with, so we never got past a little petting.  The urge
to go further was there, certainly, but not the faith.
     So I'd come home from my dates and go to bed.  Mike's bedroom
was next to mine.  In fact, our beds were on opposite sides of the
same wall.  Sometimes I could hear him masturbating.  When he
really got going, his bed would squeak and bump my wall.
     Boy was it frustrating coming home from a date and then
listening to Mike having fun.  I think that's when I started
thinking about going to his room and `helping' him.  It took a few
months before I got up the nerve - and had the opportunity - to
try anything.
     Our parents had gone away for the weekend.  Late Friday
night, Mike said goodnight and headed up to bed.  I stayed
downstairs, all nervous and scared.  A few minutes later, I snuck
quietly up the stairs and listened at Mike's door.  Sure enough, I
could hear the bed squeak.  I took a deep breath and knocked on
the door.
     "Can I come in?" I called out softly.
     "Um...ah.." Mike stammered.  Guess he was trying to buy a
little time to get himself arranged.  "Ah....sure," he said
finally.
     I opened the door and walked in.  He lay in bed with the
covers up to his bare chest.  Hopefully, I'd soon find out if he
was bare below the waist as well.  The curtains were open and pale
light filled the room.
     "Something wrong?" Mike asked, a look of guilt on his face.
I think he was afraid he had gotten `caught' playing with himself.
     "No, not really," I said as I walked slowly across the room.
My heart was pounding and I felt like I could barely talk.  I sat
on the edge of his bed, about at his waist level.
     "It's just that...I can hear you playing with yourself
through the walls," I said finally.  "And..um..I was wondering if
you'd let me watch you."
     "What?" Mike said as he blushed.  "You want to watch me?"
     "If you don't mind," I said hurriedly.  "It's..well..I've
never really seen a guy naked before and I keep hearing you
masturbate.  I'd really like to watch."
     Mike was silent.  I don't think he quite believed me.
     "Are you serious?" he asked finally.
     "Yes," I said with a nod of my head.  "I'd love to see you
play with yourself."
     Still, he hesitated.  But I noticed that the sheet was
sticking up a bit.  I was reassured - he got excited just at the
idea.
     "You can say no if you don't want to," I assured him.  "But
if you do, I think it'll be fun.  And I'll never, ever tell
anyone."  I was trying to be fair, to give the chance to say no if
he wanted, but then I cheated a little.  I placed my hand on his
arm, resting it lightly, almost caressing him.
     "Um...ok," he said finally.  By then, the sheet was sticking
almost straight up in the air.  He had tried hiding it by drawing
his knees up but it was still obvious.
     "Really?" I asked eagerly.
     "Sure," he said slowly.  "You can watch."
     "Oh, thank you, Mike!"   He didn't make any moves, so I asked
if I could pull the covers down.  Blushing furiously, he nodded.
     I stood up and slowly slid the sheet down his body.  Down his
naked body, I soon discovered.  Once the sheet was down past his
penis, I threw it off the bed entirely.
     Finally, I was looking at a man's naked body!  He was hard
and I was kinda surprised at the color.  Now, years later, I can
say that he was probably average in size, but back then he looked
pretty big.  My first thought was how in the world something like
that would ever fight inside my little pussy.
     "God, it looks good," I said softly.  "You look good."  Mike
didn't answer.  Instead, he just lay there, breathing hard.  "Go
ahead and touch yourself."
     He didn't move.  Then I realized he was too embarrassed to
play with himself in front of his sister.
     "It's ok, Mike," I reassured him.  "Everyone masturbates.
Wanna know something?"  He nodded.  "Alot of times, when I hear
you through the wall masturbating, I start masturbating too.
Almost as if we were playing with each other.  So it's ok."
     Still, he hesitated, as if this was some kind of trap.
Finally, he spoke.
     "You touch it."
     "You sure you want me to?" I asked, praying he'd say yes.
I'd wanted to touch him from the start, but didn't want to push
him.
     "Yes," he said in a strained voice.  "Please touch it."
     "Okay!" I said with a grin.
     I had never touched a man like that before and my heart was
hammering as I reached out.  Pretty nervous about actually
touching his penis, I placed my hand on his thigh first.  Mike
jumped a bit at the contact.  I stroked his leg, moving more
towards the inner thigh while watching his reaction.
     Mike's head was tilted back and his eyes were tightly shut.
He was even biting his lower lip, so I guessed it was feeling
pretty good.  His legs spread slightly, kinda rolling outward so
there was more inner thigh exposed.  I took that as my cue and
continued stroking, moving upward towards his groin.  When my hand
brushed his testicles, he jumped and moaned.
     "That feel good?" I asked.
     "Oh God yes!"
     "Good," I said with a grin.  It was so neat to get Mike so
excited.  A strange sense of power seemed to come over me as I got
my brother more and more turned on.  Again and again, I let my
hand `accidentally' brush his testicles.  Each time I was rewarded
with a twitch and a groan.  Then I trailed my fingers up the side
of his pelvis, softly touching his pubic hair.
     "Oh God, oh God," Mike was murmuring over and over again.
Finally, he pulled a pillow over his face to muffle his moans.
     I played with his stomach a bit, lightly tracing circles
around his navel, before working my way back down.  I was drawn to
his testicles again, since he seemed to like it so much when I
brushed up against them.  I used my finger tips to kind cup them
and slowly stroked over the surface of his sack.
     His penis looked rock hard, with veins throbbing.  I noticed
a drop of liquid appear at the tip.
     It was time, I decided.
     Time to touch his penis.
     I ran one finger up his erect penis, so softly that I was
barely touching him.  Up to the tip.  Every muscle in his body
seemed to be tense and his penis was jerking a bit as I touched
the head.  I smeared the liquid all over the head, making it
slick.
     "Oh.  Oh.  Oh."  Mike whispered over and over again.  He
seemed lost, unaware of me or what was going on.  Just lost in the
excitement and pleasure.
     By then I was biting my own lip in excitement.  I really
didn't expect to get that excited playing with a Mike, but I could
feel the dampness in my panties.
     Finally, I gripped his penis in my hand and stroked slowly.
It didn't take much.  I'm not even sure if I really started
stroking him before he started coming.
     "Agghhghhh!" he screamed as his cum exploded out of his
penis.  I kept stroking, moving my hand faster and faster as I
watched in amazement.  Gush after gush of semen flew from him as
his body jerked and twitched and clenched.
     It seemed that his semen was everywhere - some hit his
pillow, some his chest, and the last few spurts dribbled down his
penis over my hand.
     God, it was amazing!  I kept stroking and watching.  I loved
the way his cum made his penis so slippery!
     "Stop," he cried, placing his hand on mine.  "It's too
sensitive right now," he gasped out.  His eyes were still clenched
shut and his entire body seemed flushed.
     Mike seemed like he needed time to calm down, so, with my dry
hand, I stroked his leg to try to comfort him.  To let him know it
was alright.  It seemed to be forever before his breathing slowed.
     "Did you like it?" I asked naively.
     Mike opened his eyes at last and looked at me.
     "It was incredible, Susan.  Thank you."  He seemed to get a
bit embarrassed with me seeing him like that.  I could tell he was
looking around for the sheet to cover up.
     "You really liked it?  It felt good?" I asked again.
     "Oh God yes," he said.  "I've never had an orgasm like that
before."
     "Good," I said with a blush.  "Then maybe you'd like to do it
to me?"

     But the rest is Mike's story to tell, in a letter of his
own......
