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A few words from the guy posting this:

About a week and a half ago, I recieved e-mail from a  buddy of mine whom I
served with at Ft. Lewis when I was still active duty Army.  He said that he'd
written a story about a major part of his life that he wanted me to post on the
internet for him.  Since the only internet access he can get to now (and not
very often) is on the .mil net side of things, he's afraid of posting anything
like this to a controversial newsgroup, especially when it can be traced back to
him.  (I'd still like to know how the hell he gets access to read
alt.sex.ANYTHING from a military server)  I was, and still am, to the best of my
knowledge, the only buddy of Jeff's that he ever confided in about what took
place in his story.  All I can say, is that as far as I can tell, Jeff's story
isn't bullshit.  I don't want to ruin anything, so I'll talk a little more about
it at the end.  Anyways, Jeff was my best buddy when we served together at
Lewis, and he's still a damn good friend, so I have no problem with doing him
this favor.

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My name is Jeff, I'm 26 years old, and I'm coming up on the end of my current
enlistment in the United States Army.  When I hit puberty, I acquired sexual
tastes which most people consider abnormal, which made it a rather difficult
period for me.  First, I was attracted to young girls.  Granted that at the
time I was roughly the same age as the girls I was attracted to, but I 
couldn't help but feel guilty, like I was some pervert pedophile.  Guilt or 
no, it's a taste of mine that I carry to this very day.  I can't quite fully 
explain what turns me on about them.  I guess it's something about how their 
bodies have developed to the stage where they're no longer little girls, but 
they're not quite women.  Around the same time I also developed an interest in 
incest.  Mother/son, father/daughter incest seemed a little exciting, but 
(heterosexual) incest between siblings was the biggest turn-on to me.  Oddly 
enough, I always thought of it in a context of being in other people's 
families, not my own.  Again, it's something I can't explain - I suppose that, 
like my interest in young girls, it's the novelty and taboo of the concept 
that makes it so erotic to me.

Here goes the same old bullshit you've read over and over: this is a true
story.  I've read so many "true stories" that where phonier than a red-headed
Chinaman, that I no longer believe such claims myself.  All I can say is that
what follows are my recollections of events which transpired, to the best of
my memory.  The conversations documented aren't probably very close to the
ones that actually took place, much less being anywhere near verbatim, but I
will try my best to preserve the gist of what was said.  Although what follows
was one of the biggest events in my life, my every waking moment doesn't
revolve around it, so remembering every minute detail wasn't high on my
agenda.  To get to the point, this is what happened, to the best of my
recollection - believe it or don't.

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I was born in Georgia in the Spring of 1970.  Three years later, my mom gave
birth to my sister Bianca.  My parents where the pseudo-hippy type, so my
sister and I where raised in a relaxed, philosophically open-minded
environment, and we where free to pursue our own interests as long as we
didn't become "bad kids".  I was a fairly normal kid, although a little more
serious and conservative than my parents.  Bianca, on the other hand, was
really into the "hippy thing" (for lack of a better term), and when the "new
wave" trend came along in the mid 80's, she was "mod" to the bone.

My relationship with my sister was fairly good, but we weren't close-as-can-
be.  We got along well enough, and we both knew we cared for one another, but
our difference in interests kept us from going out of our way to spend time
with one another.  For most of our childhood and teens, I felt a tangible
distance between myself and Bianca.  As a little girl, Bianca was average
looking.  Not cute, not ugly, but not a kid that stood out on the playground.
Around the time she turned 11, however, she acquired an adolescent
attractiveness that was due in part to the fact that she was an early-bloomer.  
Her breasts had began to swell noticeably, and the rest of her body was 
starting to fill out.  At that time, I was 14, and already an experienced 
practitioner in the art of masturbation, so her development didn't go 
unnoticed.  Even though I was interested in young girls and incest, I wasn't 
at all sexually fixated on her - although visions of Bianca sans clothes did 
occasionally make their way into a masturbation fantasy.  She went through a 
brief training bra period like most of her friends, but didn't wear a bra 
regularly until she turned 14.  When she was 12, she had fair-sized breasts 
for a girl her age, and by the time she turned 13 she had a good set of boobs 
on her.  I was lucky to snatch a glimpse of a boob or two a few times, and my 
most memorable view was when she was 13 - she had bent over in a loose shirt, 
and I had an unobstructed view of both breasts for about 3 seconds.  I also 
saw that she had developed pubic hair when she was 12.  One day she was 
gallivanting around the house in a t-shirt and underwear, getting ready to go 
out shopping with my mom, and I noticed a vague, dark patch through the crotch 
of her panties.  This was an education for me, because I had thought girls 
didn't grow pubic hair until they where at _least_ 15.

In high school I was popular in the sense that I had a good group of friends
and got along well with most people.  I was on the football team, I listened
to hard rock (Scorpions, Metallica, Iron Maiden - greats of the 80's), and I
got so-so grades.  I've always been in good shape, and I'm not half bad-
looking, so there wasn't too much trouble in dating girls.  I lost my
virginity when I was 15, but by the time I turned 17 I'd only had sex 5 more
times, so I wasn't very successful in that department, and it was a source of
frustration (sexual and otherwise) for me.  When Bianca started going to high
school, she hung out with the "new wave" group, dyed her hair from brown to
black, and wore dark clothing & makeup.  She was really kick-back, and seemed
a little like she was perpetually stoned.  She listened to Duran-Duran, U2,
Culture Club and all those other mod groups which I absolutely hated.  I
didn't care much for her friends, either, especially the guys, who I
considered shameless "fags" and "pussies", being the straightlaced individual
that I was.  She got better grades than I did, but she didn't seem too serious
about anything, especially school.  She lost her virginity in her Freshman
year, and was having sex an average of 3 or 4 times a month, usually with
different guys.  At the time, it wasn't something I would ask her about, but I
just _knew_ that she was getting fucked, and for some reason that pissed me
off.  I guess it was my own lack of sexual success combined with the thought
of some homo mod pussy putting his dick in my own sister that made me
irrationally jealous, which, despite my attempts to control, showed itself in
my tendency towards argumentativeness towards her.

After I graduated high school in '88, I decided to join the Army.  My uncle
Robert, whom I got along with better than my dad, served in the Army and was a
veteran of the Viet Nam war.  His stories of his experiences in the military
(aside from Viet Nam) influenced me greatly, and when I was finally old
enough, I decided to follow in his footsteps.  My mom and dad weren't overly
thrilled with my decision, but they gave their blessing nonetheless.
Initially my sister was exactly like I expected her to be, and gave me that
tired old whiny bleeding-heart liberal "you'll be a baby killer" line, which
made for some excellent arguments.  In the end, though, a few days from when I
was scheduled to leave, she started acting weird around me, barely
acknowledging me and seeming to daydream all the time (more than was usual for
her, at least).  The day before I left, she snapped out of it and started
another argument with me, and then broke down and told me that the real reason
she didn't want me to join to Army was because she would miss me, and that she
was worried I'd end up getting killed in some war.  I was stunned by this
revelation, and afterwards, the only thing I said to her was "goodbye" the day
I left.

When I got to reception at Benning, I was swept up in the whole "macho
camaraderie" that all newbies go through, but the incident with my sister
floated around in the back of my mind.  Basic and infantry training proved to
be a very mentally and physically trying experience, and I ended up thinking
about Bianca quite a lot.  After it was over, I came home for a 5 day leave,
and afterwards I was scheduled to leave for airborne school.  By then I was in
the best shape I'd ever been, and I was more than a little gung-ho.  Oddly
enough, I seemed to get along better than I ever had before with my family,
and I even had the suspicion that my dad was secretly proud of me.  My
sister, who was then 15, had begun to progress from her "mod" stage into the
beginnings of what would become the "pre-grunge" stage.  Most anyone would've
considered her attractive, but to my tastes she was gorgeous.  She was still
obviously a teenager, but she had a voluptous body that would have made a
grown woman proud.  She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't heavy or even
overweight; she had a full, curvy body that I found a thousand times more 
attractive than a skinny model's.  Her personality was still the same; laid 
back, feminine, daydreaming, but her attitude towards me had changed quite a 
bit.  We actually managed to hold conversations that where of interest to both 
of us.  She was very affectionate towards me, holding my hand, giving me warm 
hugs, telling me that she'd missed me, and listening with interest to my 
experiences in training (when you're fresh out of IET and among family and 
friends, it is your goal in life to relate your experiences to anyone who 
stands still long enough to listen), even though she told me that she still 
wasn't happy with my being a soldier.

During leave, I spent almost all of my time in and around home, except for a 
visit with my uncle Rob.  Most of my friends had gone off to college (one 
joined the Navy, which I was sorry to hear), and Bianca was the only person in 
my age group around to socialize with.  This is not to imply that she was my 
last choice - quite the contrary.  My thoughts about her in training only 
served to make me miss her more every day, and for the first time in my life I 
actually looked forward each day of my leave to spending time with her.  We'd 
sit together and watch T.V., hang out in the kitchen and eat junk food & talk, 
and we even once fell asleep together on the livingroom couch.  Although this 
closeness between us was something completely new to me, after the feelings 
I'd been developing recently, I couldn't help but feel a kind of completeness 
and closure to my confusion.  To put it in another way, in an odd sort of way, 
it felt "right".

I knew that my days of teenage fun & games where over.  I was well on my way 
to being an adult, and the changes in my perspective and my relationship with 
my family showed it.

Leave felt as though it lasted a long time, but the day finally came when I
had to leave for airborne school.  That day my sister actually cried, hugging 
me and telling me she didn't want me to go.  My parents seemed to be a little 
shocked by this, as they where quite aware of how Bianca and I had always been
a little distant from each other.  To be honest, I almost cried myself.  Yet I
knew I had to leave, but it wasn't going to be forever.  Considering how
paranoid she was about me being in the Army in the first place, I would've
hated to have seen how she'd have been if she knew exactly what the hell
airborne school was all about (she thought it had something to do with riding
around in helicopters, and I wasn't about to correct her, which made bragging
about it difficult, to say the least).

I graduated airborne school in 5 weeks, having been recycled a week (for 
reasons I don't care to explain).  The military life suited me just fine, and 
I was happy with my decision to join.  Without the army, I'd have probably 
ended up as a construction worker with a beerbelly who spent his spare time in  
a recliner watching TV sports.  After airborne school I got stationed 
stateside at Ft Lewis, Washington.  I kept in touch with my sister by phone 
and through letters, at least once a week, and despite the fact that we where 
so far away from each other, our relationship grew to the point where we 
became the most important people in each other's lives.  She started spending 
less time with her friends, I suppose because she was hitting those mid-teen 
"introvert" years, and she made it no secret that she looked forward to my 
letters and calls.  To be honest, she called and wrote me more than I her.  
Since I came from the south (though it's not like I have an accent), this made 
me the butt of "redneck incest" jokes from all of my buddies.  But I really
didn't mind.  Besides, I turned out to be the Don Juan of our company, always
getting good-looking women (and making up for all the sex I missed in high
school), so I knew it was just jealous ribbing.

Being the motivated, dedicated, high-speed low-drag "hooah" soldier that I was
(and I guess, still am), I cashed in on my leave time instead of using it.
Partying in Seattle is fun, but not cheap, so I could use every penny I could
get my hands on.  Although I missed Bianca, in a funny way I didn't really
feel the urge to go home again for a while.  I guess after living at home for
18 years, I thrived on the independance.

Finally, late in the summer of '89 I took a full week's leave and came home,
mainly to visit my sister.  What took place during this week would be one of
the biggest events in my life, and a significant turning point (or what I feel
to be a natural course) in the relationship between Bianca and myself.

Bianca came to the airport alone to meet me.  When I walked out of the gate
and saw her, she rushed up to me and nearly knocked me over with a crushing
hug.  When she finally let go, she held both my hands and stepped back, and
looked into my eyes.  She said "you look good", and I said "so do you", and 
after a slightly uncomfortable silence, she told me that her car (my old 
car) was outside, and I took that as a hint that she wanted to get out of 
here, so we headed out to the car, still holding hands.  Out of the corner of 
my eye, I gave her as good a looking over as I could without making it too 
obvious. Over the many months it'd been since I'd last seen her, she'd only 
gotten more gorgeous.  Her hair was shoulder length, and still dyed black.  
She wore faded denim cutoff shorts with black nylon leggings, and a form-
fitting black long-sleeved shirt.  She looked totally like the type of person 
that would fit in perfect at the clubs in Seattle, and the whole outfit 
complimented her body so well that I actually found myself getting a little 
hard from just looking at her.  There was still no mistaking that she was a 
teenager; she even looked a little younger than she really was.

Although I'd gotten a lot of pussy up in Seattle, I made it a point to never 
get serious with any of the women I was with.  It's common knowledge that 
there are women out there just waiting for some stupid G.I. to knock them up 
or fall in love with them so they can marry into the Army life, and I took 
that knowledge to heart.  So while I had no problems getting laid, I still 
felt lonely, since my emotional needs weren't being fulfilled by casual sex.  
The ride home with my Bianca did just that.  Here I was, holding an 
affectionate conversation with a girl that I actually cared for, and a
gorgeous one to boot.  I must have gotten hard 9 or 10 times the whole ride 
home, as my thoughts began to border on incestuous.  After a short silence, 
she would turn to me, look me in the eyes and smile shyly, and it would be
instant pocket-o'-wood (tm).  I was lucky it was dark, because Army dress
uniform slacks seem to be made with the sole purpose of exposing erections
when you sit.

We finally got home, and my parents hugged me, and we went through the whole
yadda-yadda obligatory "I missed you" conversation for about half an hour.
When the conversation began to wind down, I excused myself to my old room to
put some of my stuff away, change into something more comfortable, and get a 
little rest.  I was walking down the hallway to my room when I heard Bianca 
running up behind me and the next thing I knew she jumped on my back and held 
on, yelling "Got ya!"  I was already carrying my duffle, which weighed a ton, 
but I somehow managed to hold Bianca's legs steady and carried her, and my 
duffle, into my old room.

My room was pretty much the way I left it the last time I visited.  My old 
bed, a dresser, and that's about it - the rest of my stuff I either sold, gave 
away, or put in storage in the attic, when I was first getting ready to leave 
for basic training.  Bianca hopped off my back and plopped down on my bed, and 
I opened up my duffle and started packing clothes away in the dresser.

Bianca quietly looked me over and then asked, "What are all those medals for
on your shirt?"

I was still in my class B uniform, which consisted of dark green slacks, a
light green shirt, excrutiatingly uncomfortable dress shoes, and the ribbons
and qualification badges I had earned.

"They're not all really medals" I answered.  "Some are only ribbons, and
others represent medals.  I keep the actual medals I've got stored away back
at Lewis".

"Oh, that's cool" Bianca said, and then started looking around day-dreamingly.

When we talked on the phone, we could (and often did) talk for hours.  On the
way back, we talked almost the whole time, but here we where, finally home
alone, and we couldn't think of anything good to break the ice.  On the other
side of the country, I felt totally comfortable talking to her, but now that
we where face to face, I felt a little shy, and I suppose a little intimidated
by how beautiful she was.

She kicked off her sandals and lay back on my bed, resting her hands behind
her head and staring at the ceiling.  "Sure been boring around here" she
said, and blew out a little sigh.  I put the last meticulously rolled up sock 
in my dresser and then started to take off my dress shirt.  I heard Bianca
whistle behind me.  "Ooh, take it off baby!" she teased.  I smirked at her and
walked over to my closet, took off my shirt, and put it on a hanger.  Being in
a combat arms MOS and unit, I not only did PT (physical training) every day,
but I did a lot of it, and worked hard at it.  Before I left, I was already in
good shape, but now I was a mature (young) adult, and I had a pretty
impressive physique.

"Woah Jeff, what've they been feeding you?"  Bianca said, and then hopped up
off the bed.  "Lemme feel your muscle!"


I can already assure you, that my by-no-means-naive mind had brought to my
attention there was another muscle I wouldn't mind her feeling.  I turned
around and just stared at her with another smirk.  She grabbed my arm and 
started to pull it up, telling me "Flex it!".

"Bianca..." I said in a slightly irritated tone.

"Come on, flex it!" she insisted.

I rolled my eyes and gave a half-hearted flex.

"Oooh...!" she purred, squeezing my bicep.

Something about her voice, which always had a kind of a sultry tone to it,
just put my hormones on overdrive, and I could feel yet another erection
working it's way through my confused and tortured dick.  I dropped my arm and
told her "I gotta change outa these clothes into some sweats or something -
would you mind... just for a minute?"

"O.k." she said, and gave me one last lookover before she walked out and
closed the door.

And not a moment too soon.  The little big G.I. was already giving a salute
that would have made a 5 star General proud, and it wasn't going to listen to
a command of "order arms" any time soon.  I jumped into my grey PT sweats, put
on a white t-shirt, and called out "O.k., coast is clear!"

The door opened, and Bianca walked back in and plopped back down on my bed, 
sitting indian style.  I laid down next to where she was sitting, and stared 
off into the distance.  "Man, it's wierd," I said, "it's like I remember 
living here, but it just feels like I've always been in the Army".

Bianca laid back next to me and snuggled her head against my shoulder.  "Feels 
like I'm always gonna be here" she said.

Again, I was at an impasse.  She moved her head up and I put my arm around
her.  At that moment, I hadn't felt more at ease as far back as I could
remember.  The bed was more comfortable than I was used to, and I was feeling
a little drained, in a relaxed sort of way.  The smell of her hair, mixed with
her hairspray and perfume, only put me more at ease.  And it hadn't been since
the last time that I was on leave since I've ever held a girl without the
intention of fucking her brains out and moving along as quick as I could.  I
let out a sigh and cuddled her a little more.

"I don't know how to tell you how much I missed you" Bianca said in a small,
squeeky voice.  I couldn't see her face, which was partially covered by hair
and nuzzled into the side of my chest, but I heard her sniff.  She brought her
hand up to her face and rubbed it, and I knew she was starting to cry.  In my
relaxed state, I was totally defenseless against the emotion of the moment.  I
kept quiet for a few seconds, biting my lip and using all the willpower I
could muster not to start bawling.  At that very moment, I felt sorry for all
the time I'd missed with her since I'd been gone - a feeling I'd apparently
only suppressed instead of ignored.  I reached over and hugged her, holding
her to my chest and said "It's o.k.  How do you think I feel?  I spend all day 
playing G.I. Joe with a bunch of ugly guys, when I've got my pretty, hella
cool sister at home."

She sniffed again and looked up at me through strands of hair that fell in
front of her face, and gave me a little smile.  I smiled back and kissed her 
on the forehead.

She brought her head down to my shoulder, as if to snuggle closer, and I felt 
a kiss on my neck.  For all of my comfort with my newfound liberal physical
affection with my sister, it still shocked me.  I was dumbfounded, and the
only thing I could think of was to kiss her again on the top of her head.  I
wanted to comfort her, but I wasn't sure how to procede since this was totally 
new ground to me.  She kissed my neck again, and then again above the front of
my t-shirt collar.  At that time, even my dumb ass had figured out that this 
was beginning to become a little more than just sibling affection.  The 
revelation hit me like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on my brain, 
and I was stunned.  My mind was wrestling with a million observations and 
opinions at once, but my body was starting to procede slowly, hesitatingly 
down the course that I had always wanted, deep down inside.  I slid my arms 
back, and held the sides of her chest, below breast level, slowly rubbing up 
and down, in such a way as to where it could still be taken for innocent 
affection.  Bianca, on the other hand, kissed me again on the adam's apple, 
then tilted her face up to kiss me on the chin.  G.I. Johnson came back to 
attention so fast, I later could have swore I had heard it.  She finally
pulled herself up to face level with me.  Her eyes where nearly slitted,
giving her a tired, slightly dazed look, and her mascarra was a little messed
up from crying.  We looked each other in the eyes briefly, and then she closed
hers and kissed me on the mouth.

O.k., here I was, starting to make out with my sister, and damned well aware
of where this was going to lead.  Even with our newfound feelings for each
other, I never actually told her "I love you".  She often said it to me when
we got off the phone with each other, and I would say "love you, too", but I
had never actually initiated any sort of verbal expression of my love for her.
I was too "macho" (and chicken) to come out and say it, so I left it as
something that was just taken for granted.  Here I was being presented with an
opportunity to physically express my feelings for her.  It is my honest belief 
that it was my love for my sister that caused me to go where this was leading, 
not my hormones.  Although my hormones sure as hell where working just fine 
that night.

We pulled closer to one another, and I wrapped my arms back around her.  We
kissed on the lips a few more times, and then our mouths opened.  Bianca
pushed her hands up underneat my shirt, and started to rub them around my back 
& shoulders.  We where in the most passionate tongue-kiss I'd ever 
experienced, and she then pushed her knee in between both of mine and entwined
our legs.  As I was in sweat pants, and currently in possesion of a hardon
without peer, my dick pressed up in between her stomach and her hip.  There,
it was out.  There was no way I could deny that I was physically ready for
sex.  And it was a sign she didn't miss.  She dissengaged from our kissing and
started lightly biting me from neck to ear.  The muscles in my hips and
stomach clenched, and I made a slight thrust forward.  Her reaction was to dig
her nails into my back and breath sharply into my ear, a quick, breathy sound
like "hahh".

Although I'd seen a lot of women naked, in strip clubs and wild weekend 
parties, whenever it got down to fucking one, <click>, out went the lights.  
Oh sure, a couple of times I'd done it with the lights on - when I and the 
chick I was banging where drunk and didn't care, when I was feeling 
"adventurous", and once at a hidden spot on a public beach, but, in the cases 
where I was sober, it felt kind of awkward.  Obviously, neither I nor Bianca 
had turned out the lights, so they where still on.  And strangely enough, it
didn't matter to me; not just because I wasn't about to get up in the middle
of this to turn it off, but because I wasn't associating any feelings of guilt 
to what we where doing.  Sure, my mind was thinking all kinds of crazy shit at 
once, but nothing to the effect of what we where doing being something bad.  I 
was ready to keep on going, and I didn't see any reason to stop.  Of course, 
we never did bother to lock my door, either...

Since Bianca had her hands up my shirt, I figured turnabout was fair play.
I'd last seen her breasts 3 years ago, and from how the shirt she was wearing
complimented them, it was obvious that they were pretty damn ripe.  I reached
down to the sides of her waist, grabbing the thin material in each hand, and
started tugging it up and out of her shorts.  At first, I was getting so much
resistance, I thought it was part of a body suit connected to her black
leggings, but she reached down and helped me, and together we pulled it out.
I sent my right hand slithering up underneath the skintight material until the
tips of my fingers brushed the lacy material at the bottom of her left breast.
This was it - I was about to make actual sexual contact with my sister's body.
"Well, what the fuck am I waiting for?", I thought.  I slipped my hand up and
over the cup, and held her breast in my hand.  My own sister.  Man, and I
didn't feel any guilt over this, either.  Maybe a little awkwardness, but that
only made it better.

Bianca just looked me straight in the eye, and I could feel her anticipation.  
She started to push my shirt up, and I removed my hand from under her shirt to
help her.  When my shirt was finally tossed to the floor, Bianca sat 
up, crossed her arms at her waist, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled 
it over her head.  There they where, and I'd be damned if they didn't look 
even better than they did covered in a skintight shirt.  She had a thin, 
black, lacy bra on, and her breasts where firm-looking voluptuous mounds.  I 
looked at her face briefly, and was turned on even more by how such a nubile, 
young-looking 16 year old girl could posses such an excellent pair of breasts.  
I just _had_ to see them bare, and I set into removing her bra.  Her bra 
clasped in the back, so I reached around to open it up.  Bianca hugged me in a 
warm embrace and started kissing my shoulder and the side of my face.  I 
relaxed my hands for a moment to feel her affection, but then quickly finished 
what I had started, and pulled her bra over her shoulders.  She let go of me 
and put her arms up over her head to make my job easier, and I pulled her bra 
up, forcing my eyes to follow it's path, so I wouldn't see her breasts until 
her bra was completely off and her arms where down.  I tossed her bra away and 
looked back down to her chest.  Fuck me.  If those weren't the most beautiful 
tits I'd ever seen.  They seemed to have sagged just a minute bit lower 
without the bra, but that only served to enhance their fullness.  They where 
big, but not _too_ big, they where round, and they stuck out proudly.  Her 
areole where bright pink, and her nipples where I a little bigger than the 
last time I saw them.  I was already feeling that unscientific magnetic 
attraction between male hands and female breasts, so I let nature take it's 
course.  I cupped both breasts in my hands, and for a short moment just 
enjoyed the silky, warm feeling of her flesh.  Her head rolled to the side and 
she closed her eyes, partly opening her mouth and breathing deep.  I rubbed my 
hands over both nipples, feeling the little bits of flesh tickle their way
across my palms.  I cupped them again and used my thumbs to play with her
nipples, eliciting another deep breath from her.

Half of me could have kept this up all night.  The other half of me knew that
we both wanted to have sex, and neither one of us was patient enough to hold
it off for too long.  Just a little more before we go further...  my mouth
watered and ached as I looked at her breasts, and my tongue played with little
bubbles of saliva in my mouth as I readied myself to suck the breast of a
woman I was related to for the first time since I was a baby.  I acquired my
target and moved in, first letting my lips rub the nipple of her left breast,
and then opening my mouth to take it in.  My tongue danced over my sister's
nipple and areole while I alternately sucked and nibbled gently.  My sisters
only reply was a breathy, moaning "Mmmnnnnn....aahhhhhh".  I then started to
lick, suck, and nibble all about her left breast, while using my hand to
caress the right.  She leaned forward, holding my head in her hands an kissing
me about the top of my head.

"Mmmnn... baby" she exclaimed, the only coherent word either of us had said
since we started, and I switched my mouth to her right breast.  She slowly 
started to lay back on the bed, pulling me along with her.  I pulled my head 
back, brought my hands down to her cutoffs, and started to unbutton them.  
When I got to the last one, she helped me shimmy them down her legs.  Now she
was only clad in her black leggings/pantyhose, and she helped me work those
off as well.  The last thing keeping my sister's pussy from me was her grey
lace panties.  By now my body was ready to mate, and it wasn't going to let
these silly little things stand in my way.  I grasped her panties and pulled
them down just far enough to see her pussy.  And there it was, just waiting
for me to put myself in it.  There was a curly brown traingular patch of fur
that covered her from her crotch down over the lips of her pussy.  It wasn't
overly hairy (I'd seen enough of those pussies before), but it was obvious she
didn't trim it, and for that I was glad.  I rubbed the palm of my hand over
the patch, feeling the silky soft hair brush against it.  I then moved it down
and cupped her pussy, and started rubbing up and down, slowly.  Bianca shut
her eyes, grabbed and held on to my free hand, and started moaning.

"Mmmmmmmmmm..."

I let my middle finger trace it's way up between her pussy lips, and admired 
what a beautiful pussy she had.  I never was the type of guy turned on by 
girls with huge clits, or big, fat, wrinkled inner labia that stuck out all 

the time.  My sister's privates where totally symetrical and her inner lips 
where small.  I rubbed my finger back down again, and then slowly repeated the 
process.  I felt her hand clench mine, and she then opened her eyes.  She sat 
up quickly, stared lustfully into my eyes for a brief second, and then grabbed 
the waste of my sweats and drawers and started tugging down hard.  I balanced 
myself to lift my hips slightly and helped her pull them off.  My dick stuck 
out, wagging slightly, and she sat there staring at it.  I was lucky to have
been blessed with what you'd call a "big dick".  I don't have some huge 
monster cock, but it sure as hell wasn't small or even average.  I guess it's 
probably around 7 or 7 1/2 inches, but I've got too much self-respect to do
something as lame as measure my erection.  For a moment, I thought she was 
going to suck it.  I enjoyed getting head just as much as the next guy, but at 
that moment it felt wrong to me - I was sharing a special sexual experience 
with my sister, and having her suck my dick would have somehow spoiled the
"romance".  She reached down and tenderly grabbed the shaft of my dick, and I 
didn't feel like I had it in me to stop her if she wanted to suck it, but 
she instead guided me forward until the tip of my cock nudged her at the top 
of her pubic hair, just below the belly.  I reached over to hold her again, 
and she lowered the tip of my dick, rubbing it down her pussy hair, to nestle 
between the lips of her pussy.

We looked into each others eyes, and shared an unspoken feeling of immense 
love one another and a great sexual intensity, and then I moved my hips 
forward, slowly sliding my dick into her pussy.

My eyes almost rolled back into my head - after all the easy women I'd been 
banging, I'd never felt something so tight and good.  I barely heard a groan 
of passion escape my lips, and a sighing "ahhhh" from Bianca.  The small part 
of my mind which had remained lucid through this whole encounter was keeping 
me constantly aware of the fact that this was my younger sister, but that only 
served to amplify the erotic pleasure.

We rolled over, she on her back, and I on top, still joined by our sex.  She
wrapped her arms around me, digging her fingers into my back, and we shared
another passionate kiss.  I then began thrusting back and forth, starting
slowly, but building up momentum until I was at a comfortable pace.  Bianca
wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together behind the 
small of my back, and rubbed her hands up and down my back and my sides.  Her 
pussy was almost literally heaven.  I could feel the soft, warm, wet texture 
as it gripped my dick, and her pussy lips as they rubbed against the side of 
my thrusting shaft.  I was more physically and emotionally aware of my senses 
than I could ever remember - the smooth, silky texture of her skin, her 
breasts grazing lightly against my hovering chest in rhythm to my thrusts, the 
ambient smell of her perfume, her hair, and her flesh.  I let out small grunts 
of effort and pleasure, and was answered by sighs and whimpers.  She brought 
her hands in front of her to claw and kneed my chest muscles, following her 
hands with kisses and bites, and I soon after brought my face down to her 
breasts, sucking, licking and biting them all over.

I would like to say that we kept up at this all night, but we didn't; it maybe 
lasted about 15 minutes, though it felt like a long time, but I was too 
drained and sexually tensed to last very long.  Our orgasms weren't 
simultaneous, but at least they where close enough.

Bianca came first, beginning with a series of soft whimpers that slowly got
louder, sounding like "mmmm... mmmmmnn.... mmmhhh... ahhhh..."  I could feel
myself on the orgasmic home stretch, but I knew I wouldn't hit the plate until
after she took her seat in the dugout first.  Lucky for us, she didn't get too
loud, but she was loud enough to make that little lucid part of my mind cringe
a bit.

"Unhh... uhhhh... mmhhhhh... ahhh.... unhhh.. uh-huh... ah-hah... ahhh...
ahh...", she panted, in a both girlish and sultry voice, and I could feel my
own need for release building, turned on even further by the eroitc sounds 
coming from my sister.  At last she hit her peak.

"Ahhyeah!  Anh.. anh.. ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, ending almost in a 
shriek.  "Ohgodfuckyeah" she moaned, coming down from her from her orgasm.

I kept pumping away, building up, feeling a tightness in my balls, and Bianca 
held me close to her, kissing my face and neck.  Finally, I felt a tingling at 
the base of both my spine and skull, and my warm load shot it's way up my dick
and out into my sister's pussy in several long spurts.  My pleasure was 
complete, euphoric, and I felt a connection with my sister that was beyond 
description - it almost felt like something supernatural.

Spent, I let the last of my weight go and collapsed on her, my dick still 
nestled inside her.  Apparently jetlag had whooped my ass sooner and harder 
than I thought, as I was panting hard, covered in a sheen of sweat, and 
feeling completely drained.  As I still lay limp on top of her, the remaining
part of my mind still thinking straight reveled in the feeling of her nude,
voluptuous body pressed against mine.  I had just made love to my sister, and 
fuck if I wasn't glad of it.  It felt so right that I completely crushed any
thoughts to the contrary and swept them from my mind.  Bianca, who wasn't 
quite as winded as I was, nuzzled my cheek and neck, kissing me and whispering 
"I love you", so soft I could barely hear it, over and over.

I rolled off of her and pulled her close to me.  I put my hand on her cheek, 
and tilted her head so we where face to face.

"I love you.  I do.  I swear, I love you more than anything in the world, 
Bianca....  I... fuck...  I don't know how to put it... I..."

A smile grew on her face, but tears started to leak from her eyes, and she 
sniffed.  Her lips pursed in a cute grimace, a vain attempt to stem her tears, 
and she burried her head in my chest, crying.  Nearly all of my emotional 
callous was worn away by that point, and I felt tears welling in my eyes.  A 
couple managed to escape before I regained my own composure.

We continued holding each other, and I fell asleep.  I vaguely remember being 
woken up in the dark by Bianca, who wanted me to scoot over a little so she
could pull the cover over us, but I was soon back asleep.

I woke up early, at around 4am, my body being used to getting up at that time.  
The room was still dark, and I felt Bianca's nude body stell embracing me, her 
head on my shoulder and her hair spilled across my chest.  As is normal for 
me, I was wide awake and lucid just a few moments after I opened my eyes.  For 
a brief moment, I panicked, since I remembered we had left the lights on, and 
I thought we had slept like this all night without moving, yet the lights 
where out.  I could picture my mom coming in, seeing Bianca and me like this, 
getting shocked out of her gourd, and turning out the light and leaving in a 
zombie-trance.  I was about to mutter "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck" when my 
racing mind recalled Bianca getting up in the middle of the night.  My heart 
stopped palpitating and I felt a cold lump of relief in my stomach.

Even so, my parents would be getting up in a few hours, and I wouldn't count 
out my mom or dad checking in on us.  I nudged Bianca gently until she woke 
up, and presented her with our situation.  I didn't want Bianca to go, and she 
didn't feel like leaving, so we agreed to at least make ourselves decent.  
Bianca put on her panties

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