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                            "CONSEQUENCES!" 


is  a  six-part, first-person account of  the  life-long 
relationship  between the Author and  Julia,  soul-mate, 
mother  of  his children, lover, wife and - by  her  own 
admission - slut! And also, his sister! 


First  making  sexual  contact at the ages of  6  and  4 
respectively,  for 20 years, nothing else happened.  And 
then   BANG!,   tempestuous,   almost   violent   sexual 
abandonment saw them living together as man and wife and 
raising  children,  bringing them up in a  warm,  solid, 
secular incestuous environment. 


Not  without  its own humour, "Consequences!"  covers  a 
twenty-five year period of the family's life,  revealing 
its  views, opinions and some of the  unlikely  problems 
confronting those following a philosophy of incest. 


Latent  within him for many years, the  author  advances 
the  theory  that the seeds of his  family's  life-style 
were implanted by his parent's reaction upon discovering 
sexual  contact  occurring between their  children.  And 
then  nurtured by the very society trying  to  eradicate 
it! 


"Consequences!",  Chapters  1 to 4, tell  of  the  early 
days,  and  the later discovery and realisation  of  the 
feelings the brother and sister have for each other, and 
include  moments of near-detection and some of the  day- 
to-day  problems  peculiar to their  circumstances  they 
encounter.  These Chapters are freely available  through 
MCG's ARE. 


Giving    detailed   accounts   of   their    children's 
introduction  to, and acceptance of incest, the  reasons 
for  their daughter's early-teen pregnancy, and the  son 
and  daughter's  later  involvements  with  each  other, 
together  with  a  controversial  opinion  of  society's 
future, Chapters 5 and 6 complete the story, the  entire 
book  being  available at very reasonable cost  only  by 
retail sale, either by e-mail or on disk. 


For    a   complete   list   of   publications    e-mail 
`list-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' 


(c) Merrill, Castle and Gray (uk) 


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   CHAPTER TWO 


   ~~~~~~~~~~~ 

  Even now, years later, I vividly remember every nuance 
of every word, every second of the next few hours. 

  What had happened, had happened! I loved Julia  enough 
to do anything for her - and she was fond enough of me - 
and if to cheer her up included giving her a fucking, it 
was all right in my book, and in any case, who was going 
to know about it? In its very worst light, just going  a 
bit further than most, it was brother and sister looking 
after each other. I felt no guilt and never would. 

  Right  now,  happily splashing around the neck  of  my 
sister's womb, aware millions of my sperms were striving 
to enter and fertilise her, eventually disengaging  from 
Julia's  warm,  happy  uterus, I lay back  on  her  bed, 
revelling   in  the  joyous  knowledge.  Pounding   with 
happiness, my spirit soared into vivid bliss. 

  Suddenly, abruptly forcing the breath from my lungs, a 
realisation  skewered  me  on  a  sharp  hook,  and   as 
everything was cast down, I knew I'd got the Be All  And 
End All - the very Titanic - of all problems! 

  Side-issues created were many but, pushing them  away, 
with the very deepest of deep problems, was my emotions. 
In those frantic seconds of screaming ecstasy, something 
had  happened in me, something desperately-intense.  And 
wildly-exciting!  And  to  the same  degree,  doomed  to 
unhappiness! 

  Wearing  steel-capped,  deep-sea  divers'  boots   and 
catching  me straight in the heart, with all its  might, 
sure  knowledge lashed out! I was in love with my  kind-
hearted,  loving and gentle sister! And, whilst  merrily 
dancing  in and out of other women's hearts,  lives  and 
dreams, had been for years! 

  Deeply  loving  Julia,  wanting  her,  and   painfully 
sickened  by a sudden vision of unfulfilling itself,  in 
the  most terrible, agonising pain, my heart  hit  rock-
bottom.   Realising what it had never been able to  tell 
me,  unless its need for her was happily satisfied,  the 
fear-thumping little bastard gave clear warning it would 
give me grief for the rest of my life! 

  I  seethed.  I'd done it to myself, I had  no  excuse! 
Without  appreciating the deeper implications, I'd  read 
of  people  involved in incest; now I'd felt  the  happy 
ecstasy, the power of it. And following the main  event, 
riding  the top of the garbage-truck, complete with  the 
Dunce's-cap, was me! 

  To  ease  its  ache,  Heart  said,  cynically,   `Stop 
bleating,  it  was  just a fuck'. But  this  isn't  only 
fucking, this is fucking incest! 

  Christ!,  I  can't even talk to her  about  what  we'd 
done, can't even tell Julia how you and I feel, what  we 
want.  It would be using her, in a terribly  wrong  way, 
she'd be mortified. Poor kid, even if she wanted  things 
to  continue,  it's not as though she  can  do  anything 
about  it! Anyway, Julia had a life of her own to  lead, 
she was never going to go for it again. 

  Suppose  Julia gets upset, tells me to get out of  her 
life!  What  do  I  do?  `Won't  happen',  said   Heart, 
confidently.  `It  was her fault as much  as  yours.'  I 
breathed  a  little  easier, it was  a  one-off  special 
thing, for a one-off special reason! 

  `Yeah', murmured Heart. `Keep telling me, keep telling 
me.  Given a hundred years, I might even get to  believe 
it! 

  `You're her big brother, for Christ's sake, no  matter 
how it started, you should have stopped it, said no! But 
you  big lummock, you knew best, didn't you! You had  to 
go and betray her trust, just to dip your fucking wick.' 
There was more to it than that, but there was no keeping 
Heart quiet. 

  `You  stuffed  your sister and  now,  you're  stuffed! 
Ironic  in a poetic sense; fucked if you do,  fucked  if 
you  don't, you've fucked up your life, all for a  fuck! 
Very droll!' 

  Emphasising  its unhappiness, second by  second,  more 
and  more appreciating its fears as incapable  of  happy 
resolution, Heart became chilly and then cold. `And  you 
walked right into it. You pratt! You God-forsaken, arse- 
ended,  self-centred  PRATT! The  original  three-  card 
trick! Serves you bloody well right, you egomaniac of an 
idiot! So wise and so fucking smart, you had to fall for 
Julia!' 

  Only the biggest fuck-wit in the world would fuck  his 
own  sister.  These  were no  self-reviling  sops  of  a 
bruised ego, eventually to be shrugged off the shoulders 
with  a  cheerful `better luck next time,  buddy'  These 
were  the bitterest of all truths -  diamond-hard,  ice- 
cold  facts!  I'd lost everything; Julia's  respect  and 
trust, peace of mind, her goodwill, friendship, the lot! 
And the blizzard really setting in as the penny dropped, 
my heart! 

  Fuck incest!!! 

  Reason  mounted  a strategic advance. `Wear  the  hair 
shirt,  take  the  blame and  see  what  happens.  Gauge 
Julia's  reaction  and  with  some  fancy  footwork  and 
talking,  you just might be able to smooth things  over. 
Depending on the next few minutes, superficial  problems 
might just be solved. 

  `But how to answer the big bastard question is  beyond 
me!' 

  Falling  to  angry  self-sympathy,  my  soul  gave   a 
despairing wail. The three of us - heart, mind and me  - 
all pulling in different directions, a really  excellent 
fucking basis upon which to attempt to solve the biggest 
disaster  of  my life! That really made  for  hope!  One 
sneering  at me, one not having any answers and me  near 
to panic! 

  `Can't win, can we? Can't be happy with her, can't  be 
happy  without  her, the age-old lover's  problem.  Only 
there's no answer to this one, cully! She's your fucking 
sister!'  Abysmal misery beckoned, to which I could  see 
no end. 

  Usually  the  first to get into any act  of  mine  and 
normally steering we others in the right direction,  the 
other fellow, Conscience, now decided to bugger off  for 
lunch! To my anguish, not for a second could I blame it; 
when  Julia's cunt - oh, it was beautiful - was  in  the 
frame, did we think of her or listen to him? 

  And now Julia could very well hate me for the rest  of 
my  days! Or at the very least, safely keep  herself  at 
arm's length. And who could reproach her? Certainly  not 
me! Either way, win, lose or draw, yes or no, in Julia's 
life  or  out of it, with only unhappiness and  hurt  on 
view  in all directions, any picture of my future  froze 
me to a long period of silence. 

  Someone had to speak, and I knew it didn't dare be me! 
Eventually, Julia casually asked, "Happy?" 

  Swallowing hard, I thought for a moment. Confused, the 
voice  of Reason argued the `why's and wherefores',  the 
`ifs.  buts and probables', the `can and  the  cannots'; 
there  were thousands - no, millions - of them. It  told 
me there were just too many difficulties to be overcome; 
at  best,  putting the big issue to  one  side,  however 
chilly and painful it might prove, there was only a one- 
in-four   chance  of  even  being  able  to  salvage   a 
relationship. 

  Concentrating on avoiding possible repercussions  from 
Julia, and with a clenched-fist, fiercely shutting-up my 
heart, I heaved my feelings and hopes onto the  rubbish- 
tip. "Very", I finally replied. Mentally biting my  lip, 
putting invisible fingers in my ears, I asked, "But what 
the fuck happens now?" Awaiting the Bang, I winced! 

  Disturbed  only by the ticking of the  bedside  alarm- 
clock,  there was a very, very long silence.  Quiet  and 
soft,  feeling its way, Julia's voice was wary.  Keeping 
options open, afraid, she said. "What would you like  to 
happen? How do you want things to be?" 

  There  was a tiny bit of hope! Coming alive, my  heart 
whacked  the ceiling, its fate and eternal ease  resting 
on my answer. 

  And on how I answered! 

  Forever the optimistic, my heart challenged Reason and 
pointed out that as I could scarcely be in deeper  mire, 
there  was nothing to lose by being truthful. At  least, 
to  the last, if I'd finally found love and was to  lose 
it in the finding, I'd always been honest with Julia. 

  Heart won the day and I let it do the talking.  "We've 
always been honest with each other, kid-sister. I know I 
shouldn't  lay this on you, but you need to know. And  I 
need to tell you. 

  "I've  always  loved you as a brother,  but  something 
stronger,  thirty-storeys high, is coming on.  In  fact, 
it's  already here." More to myself, I added,  "I  never 
knew it, but it's been in me for fucking years. I'm only 
certain of two things." 

  Embracing  slimy, spike-encrusted,  spiteful  Disaster 
with both arms, glumly, I looked at Julia. "I love  you, 
it  is as simple as that! Properly love you, as a  woman 
in  your  own right. I want you in the best -  the  very 
best  - way." Facing a lonely desert, my heart  slumped. 
"There's nothing else. I can't think beyond you!" 

  Soulfully, Julia's brown-eyes searched my face.  After 
a few minutes, she asked, "And the second thing?" 

  I  swallowed  hard.  "Let alone  as  a  brother  who's 
supposed  to  love you, I want to do things  to  you  no 
fellow  even  mentions  to a  woman.  Whatever  happens, 
whatever  the outcome, at the same time I want  to  keep 
fucking you. Fucking you in the absolute wrongest,  most 
disgraceful possible way. 

  "I  want  you so much, when my sperm comes  from  your 
ears, I'll have only just filled you for the first time. 
And I'd be looking to fill you again. 

  "And then I'd want to start over from the beginning!" 

  On  speaking  the truth, my conscience  eased.  As  we 
awaited  developments,  even my heart  managed  to  warm 
half-a-degree. 

  Had the last half-hour proven to be a dream, if  Julia 
had  gone  `pop' and disappeared in a puff of  dust,  we 
couldn't have been more surprised! 

  Without hesitation, Julia said, "Good! I feel  exactly 
the same! I'm glad you told me you loved me first. I was 
only  waiting  to see which part was most  important  to 
you. 

  "The  first bit isn't a problem." To my heart, it  was 
the  sun  coming  up as Julia broke into  a  big,  happy 
smile. "The rest is up to you!" 

  Her arms linking round my neck, Julia threw herself at 
me, kneeling on the bed and looking into my eyes.  "I've 
loved  you  since we were kids, since that  day  on  the 
settee.  Even  then,  at that age, I knew  a  pussy  was 
something really special to boys, and I so wanted you to 
have mine, if you'd tried to fuck me then, I'd have  let 
you. And I wouldn't have breathed a word. Not to anyone! 

  "Sometimes  since then, I've ached for you, but  silly 
little  kid  sisters  can't  tell  older  brothers  such 
things, can they?" 

  Almost  in sight of home, my conscience told me  Julia 
and I still had to get things straight - really clear  - 
between  us. Unable to account for this sudden  turn  of 
events,  confused  but knowing what had to  be  said,  I 
grabbed her, pulling her close. Jamming my hand  between 
her  legs, I slid fingers deep into her.  "Look,  Julia, 
it's  got  to be love or nothing!",  I  said  fervently. 
"What  I am doing to you now, this isn't the incest  I'm 
talking about, brother and sister just having a fuck now 
and   again.  I'm  talking  incestuous  love;   immense, 
powerful,  not  to be played around with! If we  let  it 
happen,  your soul will be consumed by it, the  greatest 
aphrodisiac,  the biggest narcotic known to man.  You'll 
never be immune! Or ever want to be!" 

  Drawing  back,  surprised,  Julia looked at  me  as  I 
carried  on.  "Imagine, you could get to hate  me  -  it 
could happen - you could fall in love with someone else, 
marry  him,  be very happy with him, bear  his  children 
even.  But  if  we  become  involved  with  each  other, 
wherever  and  whenever  we come  in  contact,  at  that 
moment,  family  responsibilities would  fly  from  your 
mind,  you'd  be  living only to  open  your  heart  and 
everything else for my love - incestuous love - to  feel 
it coming inside you. 

  "Before he even got going, any husband, any other  man 
in  your life, would be a natural-born loser.  Way  over 
being faithful to him, you'd be faithful to my love.  He 
and  you  could fight it, shout `never again!',  go  and 
live in China, but incestuous-love would always drag you 
back to me. It's the strongest love in the world. Of all 
the love in the world, your soul will crave it, the love 
only one man can give you. You'd have no control over it 
- it would control you!" 

  Crystal-clear,  more realisation occurred to me.  "And 
the  same  goes for me! Let alone better you,  no  other 
woman could offer me what you could, no-one could  match 
you!  I'm prepared for that but if we make love again  - 
just  once  more  -  the loveliest  love  of  all,  love 
personified,  will consume us and never stop  doing  it! 
Ever!" 

  Pausing,  I  quelled a bleak picture of  life  without 
Julia.  "If you say `yes', there's never ever any  going 
back.  We  have to be so very careful, it  could  easily 
ruin,  and  I mean really totally  and  catastrophically 
fuck-up, any number of other people's lives." 

  "But  whilst you're ahead of the game, you  can  still 
say  `no'.  So your brother's advice is to  pull  clear, 
stay away, give it up! 

  "With  you, I might be something - maybe only happy  - 
but  I'm  very happy to settle for  that."  Knowing  the 
truth was strangling it, my heart squeezed in pain as  I 
looked  at her, telling her the truth. "So for  Christ's 
sake, think it through! 

  "It'll  either  be  Eden or  the  absolute  pits,  the 
unhappiest love-affair people could have, multiplied  by 
a  thousand,  with  no  reprieve.  Loving-incest   isn't 
incest, Julia, straight sex with your relatives, a quick 
naughty,  just for the thrill of it! It might  make  you 
terrifically  happy, beyond human understanding!  Or  it 
can  destroy,  rip  you  apart,  make  you   monstrously 
miserable!  And  think nothing of it whilst  it's  doing 
it!" 

  Sudden fear of the consequences sickened me and hardly 
able  to  speak  for emotion, I slowly  told  Julia  the 
bottom-line. "And if that happened to you, as surely  as 
if  you'd  ripped my heart out with my  bare  hands,  it 
would kill me!" 

  Julia  slipped  closer, two hands tightly  holding  my 
arm.  Her  voice low, she said. "I know. I  can  already 
feel it within me, like a nuclear bomb ready to explode. 
But  I  so  want it! I can feel  your  love,  like  it's 
vibrating,  waiting to happen in me." She looked  up,  a 
determined look on her face. "It's what I want, part  of 
you, what I've always wanted." 

  So  close to its desire, giving me a meaty kick as  it 
realised  I was closing doors on Julia and  pushing  her 
away, my heart saw the jagged knife I was turning in  it 
and squealed. Although both of us were petrified she was 
going to turn away from us, clubbing it into silence,  I 
was  talking  about  Julia's happiness,  and  it  wasn't 
pushing  me into pushing her into anything, let alone  a 
lifetime commitment to incest! 

  Anyway, we had no more say in the affair, we were both 
completely in her hands. 

  "Beware, Julia! Incestuous love is addictive! Were  we 
to love each other, the lust would get stronger. If love 
that  intense  gets inside you, with  it,  you'll  live! 
Without  it,  you'll die! There's no  half-ways!  That's 
it!" 

  I  cradled Julia's face. "Whatever you  decide,  don't 
worry  about the future or me. You'll have no  concerns, 
I'll do whatever you want to make things comfortable for 
you.  Keep  clear of you, stay away, forget  today  ever 
happened, whatever makes you happy." 

  Her  finger  turning my head back towards  her,  Julia 
asked  quietly. "How about you? If we do it again,  what 
would happen to you?" 

  "That's  what I am trying to explain to you, what  you 
must understand." Another reality clicking into my mind, 
I slowly shook my head. "It's already happened. I've had 
it."  Seeing a look of bewilderment in her face, I  took 
Julia's hands and in a low voice, I told her the  truth. 
"You  see,  without you, there's nothing.  For  me,  the 
first time WAS `the next time'." 

  "So  do  yourself  a favour, think  again!  And  after 
you've  thought  about  it, think  it  out  yet  again!" 
Wondering  why  I was doing everything to break  it,  my 
heart waited as I paused. It hadn't asked for this,  but 
Julia's happiness was the only thing that was important. 
Tight-lipped, I couldn't bear to look at her large brown 
eyes  and turned away. "Be careful for what you  ask  of 
God!  He might give it to you! Be certain you know  what 
you are getting into, kid-sister." 

  Lapsing  into  silence,  miserable  hour-long  minutes 
slowly  dragged by as, her hands behind her head,  Julia 
lay  back, occasionally wriggling her naked toes as  she 
stared thoughtfully into space. 

  Amazingly, I was calm, for Julia's sake, even slightly 
relieved  she'd  pick the sane, sensible,  steady,  safe 
path that would see me out in the cold, from now on just 
being her brother, even socially afraid to touch her. To 
save  her  embarrassment and hurt, I'd get  right  away, 
move,  leave the country, go to the North Pole -  oh,  I 
didn't know; the further I went from her, the deeper the 
pain. But a tiny part of me remained happy; at least she 
knew how I felt. I could live with that! 

  Two  lifetimes later, feeling her stir, I nodded as  a 
plaintive   little   voice  asked,  "Do   you   remember 
mentioning getting into something?" 

  "Yes". Curious, I waited. 

  "Well, there is something you could get into." 

  Puzzled, I frowned. "What?" 

  "Me!" 

  Amazement in my voice, I turned to her. "Are you  sure 
you  know  what you are doing?  Absolutely,  positively, 
sure?" 

  "I  can't  give  you my heart, but the  rest  is  easy 
enough." The merry eyes and laughing mouth confirmed  it 
as  she  sat  up. "As my big brother told  me  to,  I've 
thought about it. And being a good sister, I've  thought 
about  it again. Then, because you asked me to,  I  even 
thought about it once more, for luck. If you want me to, 
I'll think about it again. 

  "But the answer will be just the same. I've never  had 
a moment's doubt!" Julia laughed as she gave me a  long, 
very far from sisterly, soft loving kiss. "I told you, I 
love you! So what else is important?" 

  And  before  I  could torture it any  more,  my  heart 
jumped out of me. And into her. 

  A  little later, Julia sat back on her heels. "Do  you 
know,  you  may  love me very much,  you  may  have  the 
loveliest cock, and the dreamiest sperm - I can feel  it 
trickling in me - any woman could wish for!" Her head on 
one side, she regarded me mischievously. "But you're not 
a very bright big brother!" She grinned as I waited  for 
the follow-up. 

  "Had  you noticed me as your little sister, you  might 
also  have  noticed,  I was so  happy  when  the  female 
equipment  started to arrive, in my own little  innocent 
way, I wanted you to see it. It was often laid bare  for 
you,  you  know!" Recalling Julia's  many  skimpily-clad 
dashes  to  and  from the  bathroom,  the  casually-open 
bedroom  door  as  she  was  dressing,  the   carelessly 
disarranged skirt revealing legs, thighs, and  sometimes 
knickers, guiltily, I nodded.  

  Her  breasts forming into perfect  brown-tipped  orbs, 
Julia  moved  closer. "At fifteen, had you not  been  so 
busy  combing  your  hair  for  half-an-hour  every  ten 
minutes - you did!, I used to love watching you do it  - 
you  might have seen even then, I was following you  all 
over  the house, touching you, wanting to do things  for 
you.  Only for you to shout at me to leave  you  alone." 
Picking  up one of my hands, she nibbled  a  finger-tip. 
"Even then, I had wet-knickers for you." 

  Squatting on the bed facing me, thighs fully  splayed, 
the  gash beneath Julia's  downy-triangle  tantalisingly 
split  wide-apart, its moist pinkness mesmerising me  as 
she  smiled.  "I've  heard everything  you  said  -  but 
everything - about the dangers of incest and  incestuous 
love,  but  although you are a very clever  brother  and 
know  all about such things, you don't know  much  about 
me, kid sister." 

  A  magnificently long tongue gently caressed my  palm. 
"Scared  to death he cannot have his sister's love,  his 
heart's desire, in the last fifteen minutes, my worried, 
darling non-seeing, non-hearing,  know-everything-about-
incest, big brother has died a thousand times. 

  "You  ask for my love, and all that goes with  it,  my 
heart, my mind and my body. My mind and body are  yours, 
to  do with what you wish. But as I said, I cannot  give 
you my heart." Remembering she'd said that, breathlessly 
becoming heavy again and the beast in my chest  thumping 
and heaving, I expected the worst. "I'm very sorry,  but 
I'm only human. No matter how much I love you, it is not 
possible. 

  "I cannot give that which is not mine to give. Had you 
been paying attention this morning, you'd have known the 
moment you kissed me, I was yours for the taking."  With 
a  misty  look, loving brown eyes steadily  gazing  into 
mine, Julia said, "You see, years ago, you were given my 
heart." 

  Blood  rushing in my ears, my heart  soaring,  feeling 
dizzy, I took a deep breath and, closing my eyes, gently 
sighed it out. 

  An  amused  look now in her  brown-eyes,  Julia  said, 
"Even today, I've told you any number of times, but  you 
didn't hear." Astounded, I stared at her and she smiled. 
"Or do you think I didn't know what you were going to do 
to me when we came up those stairs?"  

  Gently separating the forefinger away from the others, 
Julia  pulled  my hand to her. "So you  see,  everything 
that  worried you was not a problem." She  shrugged  her 
shoulders. "Whether about to get into incest, or  coping 
with  loving-incest  as it grows, or whether  we  simply 
fuck each other to death, are not problems of yours. Nor 
for   that  matter,  really  mine;  things   will   sort 
themselves out as they happen." Her eyes on me, her lips 
brushed  the back of my hand. "But thank you for  caring 
enough to tell me about them." 

  Matter-of-factly, Julia's head lifted, a happy look on 
her face. "You see, my darling, the one real problem  is 
something  quite  different!  Worse  than  you  were  in 
before,  in  reality, brother mine, you are  in  utterly 
desperate trouble." 

  Laughing  at  my  puzzled look,  Julia  said,  "You're 
thinking everything is resolved, you have me and now all 
is  well  in your world, yes?" Thoughtfully,  I  nodded. 
"But  having me, loving me, screwing me when  you  want, 
was never the difficulty." With an adorable,  sparkling, 
far-away look in her eyes, Julia's long fingers  brushed 
down  the  side  of my  cheek.  "Your  problem,  darling 
brother, is you've no idea how much I love you and  want 
your beautiful love in me. 

  "Or what I am prepared to do to get it!" 

  Radiantly  happy,  my heart gathering  a  large  crowd 
together  for  celebratory  cheers, I  felt  ashamed  of 
myself.  "I'm sorry, Julia. Really, I am! It just  never 
occurred  to  me  you  might  feel  something  for  me." 
Thinking  of  the years behind us, I  grinned  ruefully. 
"Why  should  it?  And even if it  had,  we're  related, 
remember?  I  couldn't  go  around  taking  my  sister's 
knickers off, could I?" 

  Smiling  demurely,  Julia kissed my  finger-tip.  "Why 
not? As I recall, you were once very good at it". 

  Remembering  that  time,  I felt  unhappy.  So  busily 
chastising me, no-one had considered Julia's feelings on 
the  subject.  Who  had even asked her?  Even  20  years 
later,  I  was flabbergasted to discover she  had  liked 
what I'd done to her, and had wanted more. She must have 
been  very  unhappy and  confused.  Conscience  stirred.  
"What can I do for you to make up for it?" 

  Drawing  my  forefinger towards her, her head  on  one 
side, Julia studied my face. Fixedly gazing at me, using 
my nail to trace slow circles on one nipple, after a few 
moments,  she  moved  across to  its  magnificent  twin. 
Lazily  sliding  its tip between her breasts,  down  the 
rise  of  her soft belly, she guided my  finger  through 
soft  pubic  hair across the firm rise of her  Mound  of 
Venus.  Her  voice was husky and low as  she  talked,  a 
throaty  gurgle. "Ah, lovely, randy, incestuous  brother 
of  mine,  you've years to make up for.  The  price  for 
neglecting your sister is high. 

  "All  those things I've dreamt of you doing  in  years 
past,  you going to do to me in the future. You'll  suck 
my nipples all day long, ride me all night; you're going 
to  beat me red-raw, bite me, lick my clitoris, I  can't 
begin to tell you. You're going to use your sister, make 
her cunt sore." She softly kissed me. "And then, to make 
your  kid-sister happy again, be my loving  brother  and 
kiss everything better." 

  Unexpectedly, Julia slid my hand between her legs.  My 
body transfixed, suddenly rearing, my penis throbbed and 
jerked  as my hand made contact with the moistly  spread 
inner-lips  of  her labia and as the tiny ridges  on  my 
finger-tip  grazed her protruding,  sensitive  clitoris, 
her  entire body sharply tensing, a  lecherous,  raunchy 
smile  slowly spread across her face. With those  smooth 
breasts  thrust proudly forward, my finger  lapping  the 
pouting rim of her open vagina, Julia's back arched high 
as  her hips rode me. Making her  shudder  breathlessly, 
each  rise and fall scraping her clitoris, my  fingertip 
worked into her dark, humid recess. 

  Swirling dark-brown hair tumbling around my chest  and 
shoulders,  Julia  leant forward and softly  nuzzled  my 
nose. "You're learning, brother. Now you know  something 
else. If ever you have to make up to your kid-sister for 
something,  you'll know what to do!" Grabbing my  bottom 
lip  with her teeth, she suddenly wildly chewed and  bit 
my  mouth  as clamping my hand between  her  thighs  and 
drawing  it  up with her, she lifted her hips.  A  quick 
pause,  then  driving me up into her  warm,  soaking-wet 
slit,  she powered down onto it. As her cervix  greasily 
snuggled  between  my finger-tips, she whispered  in  my 
ear, "If you want to make up for not fucking me all  the 
years I wanted you to, do that with your cock." 

  Swollen with seed, my scrotum almost burst. Beautiful, 
smiling face only inches from mine, deliberately forcing 
the  foreskin back its fullest extent, Julia grasped  my 
erection.  "If  only  you knew the times  I  dreamed  of 
playing with this," she smiled happily. Soft  whimpering 
sounding  in her throat, stroking my penis up  and  down 
two  or three times, she stopped and then teasing me  to 
near-ejaculation,  suddenly started again. "I so  wanted 
you!  I'd have done anything you asked of me;  lived  or 
died  for you, gone on the fucking streets for you.  I'd 
have carried your children, anything at all. 

  Julia  grinned.    "And now you finally want  me,  you 
bastard, you've damned-well got me!  For ever!" 

  Excited  now, riding them slowly like a  horse,  Julia 
again  rubbed  her  wet wound across  my  fingers.  "For 
years, I lived alongside your love, wanting it,  knowing 
you  were giving it to other girls. I wanted it  in  me, 
over me, everywhere." Julia's body rammed down again  on 
my trapped hand, the slippery, tube-like opening to  her 
womb  sliding into my cupped fingers. She gave a  gurgly 
laugh.  "So  you too beware, my brother, you  too  think 
again!  There's  a little girl in me, a doting  wife,  a 
loving mother, anything you want. 

  "But  be  careful, there's also a complete  woman,  an 
utter  slut called Julia! Marcus didn't make any  of  us 
happy, didn't even realise we were there. Now we are all 
yours, just for the asking." 

  Reaching down between her legs, her hand clutching  my 
erect  shaft, I winced as Julia squeezed hard.  "So  are 
you  and this thing big enough for the job, you  fucking 
lovely bastard of a brother?" 

  Overflowing in her hand, brown nipple peeping  between 
her  fingers,  repeatedly brushing my lips as  her  body 
swivelled  from side to side, Julia's full  breast  drew 
close. "A school-friend said sperm filled tits and  made 
them  bigger.  If they would only make you  want  me,  I 
wanted the biggest - the very best - tits in town. For a 
week,  I cried myself to sleep, I so wanted you to  fill 
them." 

  Sharply  withdrawing it every time I started to  suck, 
forcing her nipple between my lips, Julia goaded me with 
it.  "No,  no, little sister's tits are  only  for  good 
brothers,  you've  still  got things to  make  up  for." 
Dragging  the leathery nipple across my nose and  cheeks 
and  chin, she suddenly said fiercely, "Say you'll  fill 
them with sperm and you can suck them until I die!"  

  Frustration screwing my eyes closed, I quickly  nodded 
a  promise.  Thrusting her nipple into my  mouth,  as  I 
sucked, Julia sexily grinned. "Since they arrived,  when 
I was wanting you to feed them, you haven't even  looked 
at  them. You didn't ever touch them, fuck you. Now  you 
are going to make up for it, beast of a brother;  you're 
going  to  give  me  the biggest  tits  in  the  world!" 
Tickling  down  my chest, her mop of  hair  skipped  and 
dandled towards my groin. "Now I'll show you how." 

  Eyes  still tightly screwed in torment, as  everything 
went  suddenly  still, pandemonium in  my  head  reached 
critical level. 

  Pointed-tip  wriggling  deep into  the  orifice,  from 
nowhere,  warm,  soft  lips  nestling  the  bullet-hard, 
bursting  head  of  my penis, a  cat-rough  tongue  dry-
dragging excruciatingly over my glans. Gliding  smoothly 
over   distended,  corded  veins,  her  rasping   tongue 
scouring  sensitive  flesh,  in  one  steady   movement, 
Julia's  moist  mouth  slid down,  down,  forever  down. 
Quivering, sultry lips lightly brushing my scrotum,  her 
shapely  nose  nuzzled my pubic bush, then  tensing  and 
giving  a firm steady push, with a slow gulp,  something 
in Julia's throat gave and like a well-oiled bolt easing 
home,  my  cock-head glided into  the  deepest  clinging 
folds of my sister's pink larynx. 

  Boiling sperm en route, from over my excitedly-heaving 
belly,  the  lewdest,  most  sensational  scene  in  the 
universe,  her eyes happily gleaming as they held  mine, 
my  sister's  sucking,  flexing  mouth  engulfed   every 
millimetre of my dick. My muscles jerking steel-rigid, I 
bit  back  a  scream as  Julia's  sharp  teeth  suddenly 
cruelly  nipped my shaft, then with a  physical  popping 
sensation,  tongue  darting left and right,  her  throat 
opened and my penis disengaged from its cup. 

  Peach-smooth  lips  firmly clamped on  my  shaft,  her 
cheeks  steadily increasing their sucking, fire  ignited 
in  my  scrotum as Julia's hot mouth  started  a  tight, 
upward  draw.  Beyond conscious thought, just  short  of 
howling  with exhilaration, I was impaled  on  white-hot 
pinnacles  of  delight as,  exquisitely  slowly  ripping 
living-life  from  me,  with  the  noisiest,   slobbery, 
sucking  noise, tongue still lashing my  glans,  Julia's 
lips reached journey's end. 

  Scrotum  heavy  with lust, full of love and  heat  and 
clamouring    for    blasting    ejaculation,    happily 
anticipating  the final eruption, my heart, sperm,  soul 
and  I combined. Awaiting Julia's strong gulp,  my  oily 
seed prepared for its abandoned ecstatic hurtle onto her 
tongue and into her ready, warm, open heart. 

  And waited. 

  And waited. 

  Powerless  and  completely under her  control,  freely 
pouring forerunners of massive ejaculations of sperm but 
devoid  of  Julia's  semen-thirsty  mouth,   frantically 
jerking and swaying as it sought the willing  receptacle 
of  her  throat,  my penis panicked.  Swollen  as  never 
before, its shining purple and red hugeness pathetically 
beseeching  relief,  encasing skin  stretched  close  to 
splitting but achingly bound by spring-steel bands,  its 
delivery-spring  tightly  wound and unable  to  release, 
never had it been so terribly and happily painful! 

  Dry-mouthed, with lips like sandpaper, pounding  heart 
hammering, stunned and staring at Julia, I slowly opened 
my  eyes. Calmly propped up on an elbow, laying  on  her 
side, my sister amusedly smiled across at me. 

  Running  a  finger  through  my  chest-hair,  reaching 
across  and languidly twisting curls and  spires,  Julia 
conversationally remarked, "And that's how it's going to 
be  from  now on. That and a whole lot  more."  Catching 
hair   between  thumb  and  forefinger,  still   smiling 
sweetly, she delicately tore them out by the roots. "You 
could  have  been having better than that for  the  last 
twenty years, darling brother." Julia leant forward  and 
genially nibbled my ear. "That titbit was for doing fuck 
nothing,  my darling. Think how it could have been,  had 
you been doing me." 

  Astounded,  I  gazed  at her. God knows  how,  but  my 
sister knew her business; to keep me from coming  whilst 
building  such  terrific  sensual  tension,  needed  the 
talents of a courtesan. 

  And  the  morals  and imagination  of  a  natural-born 
whore! 

  Meanderingly  trickling as it mingled with her  still- 
gleaming  saliva,  another globule of  sperm  arose  and 
suddenly overflowed. Rolling onto her back, loving  eyes 
explored my erection and drooling, thick sperm as  Julia 
gave  a  chuckle. Sexily combing the  lips  wide  apart, 
tickling  her clitoris, she parted her legs as her  long 
fingers  stroked  her open labia. Holding  herself  open 
towards  me,  pouting and quivering  silvery-pink  silky 
folds  contrasted  with  pulsing  rich  redness  within. 
"Don't waste one drop of it, my brother. It's your soul, 
and  I've  a  cunt and a womb  that's  longing  for  it, 
yearning for every incestuous sperm." Eyes glowing,  her 
head  turning  towards  me,  my  penis  gave  a   mighty 
involuntary heave as Julia whispered, "And eggs  busting 
to be loved by it!" 

  Suddenly,  for an instant, we were back in our parents 
home  and   as Julia's expression changed to  soft  pure 
love,  my ten year-old little sister was  imploring  big 
brother to make her dream come true. "Please give it  to 
me, my brother. I want you to, I love you. Make us  one. 
Please do it to me." 

  Settling between Julia's smooth legs, profoundly aware 
I  wanted  her as I kissed the backs and  sides  of  her 
knees, my lips lingeringly slid along her thighs. Wetly-
scooping   the  tendon-hollows  either  side   of   that 
wonderful  cavern  between her legs,  winding  into  her 
delicious  navel as I eased onto her, my  tongue  traced 
the glades and hills of her belly and breasts as  before 
plunging deep into her to forever bind us in loving hot, 
carnal,  sensual incest, the sperm-coated head  hovering 
my penis brushed against Julia's vagina. 

  To stay free - or to forever commit ourselves to  each 
other and to whatever there was in the future, gazing at 
each  other, my hands either side of her head,  we  knew 
the  doors of decision were open.  Tracing round  to  my 
mouth,  Julia's fingers tenderly cupped the side  of  my 
face as pinned  beneath me, her long legs began to  coil 
round  my thighs.   Catching her under her shoulders  as 
she  suddenly  strained up towards me, she  looked  deep 
into my eyes as her lips met mine. "All I've ever wanted 
is  you.  If  incest delivers us to the  right  side  of 
Heaven  or the wrong side of Hell, I won't give a  damn. 
We'll  be  together, my love," she  whispered.  She  lay 
back. 

  "I'm ready. Do it to me!" 

  The gaping pink mouth of the channel to her life,  her 
love  and her soul opened as flowing over the  monstrous 
velvety-shining head of my lunging penis, sucking me in, 
Julia's  pelvis  rose  to  meet  me.   Eagerly   sliding 
forward, swallowing, consuming me, I slithered deep into 
her warm, clinging vagina. 

  Pushing  me to arm's length, her long hair  spread  on  
the  pillow,  radiant brown-eyes looking  straight  into 
mine, Julia's glowing, excited face filled me anew  with 
love  and desire. "Spurt your love into me. Deep,  deep, 
deep into me". 

  Back  arching,  Julia's  eyes closed  as  ramming  her 
uterus,  I  drove into her up to the  hilt.  Feeling  me 
engage  the neck of her womb, Julia's voice rose, a  low 
winding moan lifting to a strangled, shouting groan.  "I 
want it! I want you! Want me! Love me!" 

  Intent on merging with its soul-mate, to blend with it 
and create something pure, straining for new life as  it 
smashed   through   barriers  of  morals   and   social-
consciousness, deep in me launched a flaming,  white-hot 
cannon-ball. Boring me deep into her as her legs clamped 
across  my back, reaching for love greater than  itself, 
Julia's  soft belly opened to receive it. "Come  in  me! 
Come  in  me,  my brother.   Give me  your  love!  Every 
lovely drop of it." 

  An  unwanted thought darting across my  mind,  sensing 
momentary doubt, her hands grasping my shoulders as  her 
eyes flashed open, Julia's pelvis fiercely bucked at me. 
"Do it to me!" she demanded. She shook me. "Do me!" 

  "Make us one!" 

