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Subject: My Little Sis Chris 


The following is a true story:

I have been fascinated by incest ever since I can remember.  Having been
engaged in it since I was probably less then 2.  But since my first
communion, I had managed to leave it behind. It was not until I was in my
late twenties when I got into it again--at least fantasizing about it. By
this time my youngest sister had begun to look really attractive, and she
just happened to fit the mold of what a perfect woman should look like (in
my opinion). Anyway, I had noticed that my brother had been getting away
with the "grabbing" of my other sister.  I don't know whether she
cooperated, but I had caught him touching her while she slept or pretended
to sleep (they shared the same bed).  Though this particular sister was
not my type, I was however, turned on just knowing that he would touch
her. At first I was also bothered by this.  I talked to my brother in a
somewhat indirect way in an effort to discourage him, but he pretended not
to know what I was talking about.  And so this must have at some point
turned into envy.  "It was not fair that he was getting away with it".  It
was around this time that I began to notice that my youngest sister was
turning into my definition of a babe.  She was 15 at the time and I was
27.  She was slim, and with the right girths at the right areas, and that
was just the beginning, since then she has filled out just right.  She now
weighs about 100 lovely pounds.  She has got a beautiful face adorned with
a set of succulent lips, her body is well rounded with a pair of tits that
cry out to be sucked. After I began fantasizing about her I tried to
devise different ways in which to approach her so that my fantasy could
come true.  It was not until she was 18 that I had an opportunity to show
her I desired her.  She had gone to visit me asking for some help in her
studies.  She was about to take a collage entrance examination and she was
weak in Math.  We laid in bed while I pointed out some ways to make it
easier for her to remember some formulas when I first made my move.  We
were both facing down and had the Algebra book between us.  We were side
by side and I distinctly remember my voice was breaking out of
nervousness, as I spoke.  I first put my leg over her leg and awaited for
her reaction.  Since I did not notice a reaction in her speech patterns
nor her demeanor, I proceeded to angle my leg so that I had my knee and
thigh over her buns.  By this time I was already hard and my hardness was
pressed against her hip.  Still no response...  I was about to mount her
and try to make it seem I was playing a silly game to make sure I got to
press my hardness on her buttocks, but it was then that Chris complained
of my leg being too heavy and she shifted her weight.  That broke the
moment.  Minutes later my wife showed up and asked why the house was so
dark, and why I had chosen to have the tutoring session in the room
instead of in the living room or the dining room where tables were
available.  My sister did not get the line of questioning, but it made me
very suspicious of my wife.  (She had no grounds for the accusations,
unless she had shown some sisterly love to one of her brothers, and thus
she assumed we were engaged in something similar, who knows, but her
jumping to conclusions makes her suspect of incest). So that was that for
that time, after that I became a more relaxed with Chris and would take
any opportunity to "accidentally touch" her, of course making sure no one
would catch me in doing so.  One day I finally admitted it to her, at the
time she was 19 and I was 31 and she was again visiting me.  I had taken a
long time to approach her because I was afraid she would tell mom or my
other sisters.  When I finally told her how I felt about her, she said she
could not understand and that she could not go along with it.  She said
"That is sick, I could not have sex with my own brother!" Well I did not
give up, now that she knew how I felt about her, I found it easier to have
those "accidental touches".  There was a time she was staying with me
because she had had a fight with one of my other sisters. I had gotten
home from work, and we were alone-- my wife was still at work--as I came
into the house she was watching TV in the living room, I sat down on the
recliner as she watched TV.  I had begun to get excited just watching her
and wondering of the possibilities, I knew my wife would not be home for 2
or 3 more hours.  As Chris passed in front of me-- she had gotten up to
get something from the kitchen-- I pulled her on top of me, so that she
would be sitting on my lap facing the same direction I was facing.  As I
did this she quickly crossed her arms to keep me from holding on to her
breasts, I just happened to be a quit faster than her.  So there I had
her, sitting on my erect--though flattened-- penis, holding on to her
breasts and kissing her neck.  It was great!  But as she realized what was
going on she slid off so that my penis was no longer between her buttocks
but rather on her back.  I was still holding her breasts and kissing the
nape of her neck.  I tried to reposition her but she said "You need a cold
shower", and refuse to cooperate.  Now I could have easily picked her up
and gotten quite a bit of rubbing action, but I have never been one who
would use force to get his way, and so I had to be happy with what I'd
gotten and proceeded to walk away. Since then she would not visit me as
much, but still I got what I could without being too pushy. It was not
till a few weeks ago that she paid me another visit.  Mainly it was a
business call.  She was having car problems and wanted me to work on her
car.  Luckily she came into the house, and no sooner had she come in that
I was all over--once again without force.  I knew that any touching I
could do would have to be before I got greasy, because then I could mess
up her cloth, and what is even worse I would have left obvious proof of
fowl play for anybody to see.  And so my pursuit was relentless though not
forceful, I tried to force Chris to sit on my bed, but she said "I'm not
stupid, I know what you want".  Needless to say she refused.  I tried to
get her to play solitaire on the computer so that her hands would be busy
and so would mine, but this failed too.  "How about some pictures I've
downloaded" I thought, but this failed too, she was not interested and she
pretty much knew what it was I had in mind. So what could I do?  How could
I keep her there longer so that I could get to rub against her and I could
get to touch her?  I had no answers.  In the past I had tried many
different ways to make her understand me, but to no avail.  Words had
never done the trick and this time was no different!  I still did not give
up, I continued to grope and plead to allow me that gift, she continued to
deny the pleasure of finally getting beyond the groping.  She continued to
say "Come on, you promised you would fix it", as she pointed to her car
outside.  And I wanted to comply, but I wanted more!  She had never
slapped me, or hit me so no one was actually getting hurt.  I wanted to
see her naked body and make love to her.  I had always promised her that I
would never rape her and she believed it because I always kept my
promises.  So she was not afraid of me, she was just into incest. As she
was heading out, convinced that I would follow her and finally get down to
fixing her car, I caught her from the waist as I pressed my penis on her
behind.  She continued heading towards the front door, and I followed
while I walked half-crunched making sure my penis did not lose touch with
her butt.  When she got to the door and was about to open it I stopped her
as I softly closed the door with her body--mine pressing behind her.  She
continued to tell me to go outside and fix her car, I continued to ask her
to let me rub.  I don't know exactly what happened next.  I had gotten her
from behind many times and had never managed to excite her, but this time
something worked!  There were no words spoken for the next few minutes. 
Chris was not offering any resistance!  I cupped her breasts over her
blouse with both hands as I softly pressed her body to the door.  I began
to kiss her neck and she began to moan.  I then used my right to firmly
shut and lock the front door.  I could not believe I was actually get a
positive response from, I might even get to go all the way! I began to
pull her blouse from her pants while undoing the top of her pants, with
the pressure behind her, the zipper went down easily.  I was tempted to go
for the gold, after all years of relentless pursuit had taken their toll
on me.  I was on a high that is hard to describe unable to think straight. 
Only Chris could have stopped me at that moment and she did not appear to
be willing.  I finally got to cup her bare breasts as I partially removed
her bra.  I had dreamed about doing this so many times, and I was finally
doing it.  Still no word were coming out of either one of us only sounds
of pleasure.  I decided to turn my lovely sister to face me, her eyes were
partly shut--shame, or lust, maybe both.  She quickly clung to my neck and
planted the most beautiful kiss upon my lips, and I again got lost in
lust, love, and torrential of other emotions.  As we kissed, I ran my
hands down her back, pushing her pants down.  Somehow, I managed to
undress her down to her panties but I still remained fully dressed.  Chris
started to undo my shirt and my pants, and for some reason I was really
turned on by this.  I guess by undressing me she was showing me she really
wanted to happen what was about to happen.  Not until we were both down to
our undergarments did she say a word.  "Lie down" she said, as if asking
for permission.  I was happy to comply.  I lied down on the carpet and she
straddled me.  She started kissing my chest and down on to my belly.  She
seemed embarrassed, since she asked me to close my eyes as she took off
her undies.  She then proceeded to take mine off.  With my eyes still,
closed I sensed she was about to impale herself on me.  She seemed to be
positioning herself for a ride.  What followed was really a surprise and
the greatest turn on.  Chris had already mentioned to me that she had lost
her virginity years earlier, so I was by no means expecting as tight a
fit.  Well, surprise, surprise!  Only one other woman had been tighter
than she.  (As a matter of fact, the other woman was so tight, I gave up
trying to have sex with her).  But my sister was just right!  This was
unbelievable!  Too perfect! As Chris slowly sank down my manhood, I was
anxious for her to hit bottom.  I wanted to pull her down and feel her
body as close to mine as possible, but she had other plans. She was not
fully impaled, but she decided to pull out until only the head of my penis
was inside her, and once again, down she came.  This time, though, a
little bit deeper.  And so it went until I was all the way in.  She then
sat perfectly still as she held her breath.  She then asked me to kiss her
tits and to make love to her.  I kissed her gently on the lips as our
tongues danced in lusty passion.  I pulled her towards me and held her in
my arms as I steadily increased the tempo of my undulating hips.  At first
there was not much space between us, but soon I managed to get a few
inches between us, so that she would be able to feel the length of
manhood.  Before getting really crazy, I remember she said she loved me,
to which I replied with the same emphasis.  A few whimpers from her
followed, I reciprocated with some moans and grunts of my own.  The rest
of the words if any were not discernible.  I kissed, sucked, probed, and
who knows what else.  I picked up and brought her down, repeatedly, then
she would rise and fall of her own accord.  She came repeatedly, I came
once.  But when I did, she came with me, and it was beautiful.  Years of
yearning had come down to this!  And I loved every minute of it. After we
climaxed, we laid for a few minutes longer to catch our breath and
strength.  We eventually got up.  Our legs shaking.  We got dressed, and I
kissed her good-bye. Apparently a one shot deal.  I'd be afraid to try
again and have turn out differently, that one time was magical...love,
lust, fear, all wrapped up in one.  I don't think it could be repeated,
but maybe next time--if there is a next time--she'll take the initiative. 
For now, we're back to being brother and sister. 
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