The Thoroughly Disreputable Incest Digest
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Issue 19

Ed. note: This issue contains a couple of borderline fantasies
(q.v. Freud and Nancy Friday: the most fervently desired events,
perhaps even with a germ of truth, become seared in our minds as
real as if they truly occurred). While my interest is more in
experiences than fantasy, I include these for two reasons: I
don't like to judge my contributors, and they are interesting in
their own right as different explorations of the incest theme.

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From: Jack

My relationship with my sister began one Summer night shortly
after her 17th birthday; I was 14 and in the throes of puberty.
She was a fairly well-developed young woman who had just broken
up with her steady boyfriend. Our relationship had never been
close, and was particulary bad this week. She had caught me
sniffing a pair of her panties I'd retrieved from the hamper -
I'd wanted to know what a female smelled like "there" - and
needed something to fuel a mastubatory fantasy. She'd asked me
what I was doing..I mumbled something apologetic amidst her
threats of telling our parents. I assmuned she wouldn't follow
through, as she rarely did. Plus I thought I detected a gleam of
fascination with me holding her panties to my face.

She was in a particularly bad mood that weekend, as our parents
were away for a business trip, and she was assigned to stay at
home for the weekend and "babysit" me. She made no secret of how
disgusted she was at being "grounded," and fully blamed my
presence on earth for her troubles. I was staying well clear of
here, watching television in the family room while she played
some music in our parent's bar, or entertainment area.

When she came into the family room, I thought I detected an odor
of wine on her breath, as she had a fondness for wine coolers.
She'd bathed earlier, and was wearing a thin cotton robe over
some sort of "baby doll" pajama outfit. Her shapely, tanned legs
had always fascinated me, and I tried to ignore their
attractiveness now.

She sat across from me on the couch, streching those long,
shapely legs out on front of her. Her pretty face was flushed
from the wine, contrasting nicely with her sun-bleached hair.

"What were you doing with my panties the other day?" she asked,
her words slurring slightly from the wine.

I mumbled something incoherent, hoping she'd drop the subject, as
it really embarassed me. She kept after it however, and I finally
had to admit my desire.

"I wanted to see what a girl smelled like down there" I
confessed. This seemed to please her, as a smile crept over her
face.

"Why didn't you just ask?"

Her question surprised me, as she had always tried to deny my
existence. I told the truth.

"I didn't think you'd let me, if you knew I wondered."

"Did you find out what you wanted to know?" came her teasing
reply.

"No, you came in before I could find out." Emboldened, I added,
"Besides, I'd tried it before, but I guess they were in the
hamper too long."

"Why don't you try a fresh pair, then?" she asked, a mischievous
grin spreading cross her pretty, tanned face.

I could only gulp out an untelligible reply...figuring the wine
had the best of her.

"Do you want to smell the pair I'm wearing now?" As she asked me,
she stood up, and placing her hands under her robe, dropped her
pair of panties to the floor.

My eyes fastened on them, mesmerized. I was afraid to move, not
wanting to break the mood, also realizing that I had a boner
under my own pajamas. She hooked them with the toes of her foot,
and kicked them across the room to me. I caught a fleeting glance
of her pubic hair as she kicked them to me, and felt my hardness
stiffen even more.

"Go ahead, see what it smells like," she commanded.

Picking them up, I could feel her dampness on the silky crotch of
her underpants. Unable to resist, I raised them to my face,
inhaling the fantastic flavor. I wanted them to stay on my nose
forever.

"Like it?" Her question interrupted my reverie.

I could only nod and grunt, not trusting my own voice or
emotions. Her next question totally floored me.

"Want to smell the real thing?" She'd remained standing opposite
me, her hands om her hips in a challenging pose.

I was mute. I wanted to accept her challenge, but was ...well,
afraid to proceed. She turned with a swirl her open robe
revealing her parted thighs barely covered by the top of her
outfit. She walked to the stairs with a twitch of her hips. She
looked at me with a grin, and offered again, "If you want to,
I'll be upstairs."

With that she went up the steps, where our two bedrooms and
adjacent bath made up the entire upstairs.

It didn't take me long to decide..I turned off the TV and went up
the stairway, my heart pounding in my throat. At the top of the
stairs I paused, not sure of whether to go to her room, or to my
own and masturbate with her panties in my face (I still held
them.) Gathering my nerve, I tapped on her door, saying "You left
these downstairs."

"Bring them in," she commanded. I opened the door and entered her
room. The lights were out, but her body on the bed was
illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. She
still wore the baby doll top, but no robe hid her long, gorgeous
legs which were beautifully displayed. I stood there mute, unable
to decide on how to proceed. She took care of that.

"Are you taking me up on my offer?" she asked teasingly. Before I
could answer, she parted her legs, saying "Go ahead. It's OK. See
what a real female smells like."

Moving to the foot of her bed, I sat down between her feet.
Taking charge, she parted her legs even more, saying "It's up
here, you'll have to lean over."

Bracing myself on my elbows, I slid between those shapely, tanned
thighs. Even before my face got close I could detect a musky
flavor I'd never noticed before, even sniffing her panties. I
thought I could see her golden pubic hair and paused a few inches
above the treasure between her legs, unsure of how to proceed.

I then felt her hands clasping the back of my head, drawing my
face down, between the juncture of her thighs.

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From: Brad

My sister and I are 17 years old, and have been enjoying sex with
each other for two and a half years. We started when drunk and
being left home alone, and whilst watching a soft-core porno on
TV she noticed the bulge in my pants. She got curious and asked
to let her touch it - she then copied the 'actors' on the TV and
went down on me. We talked about it afterwards, agreed we both
enjoyed it, and have continued regular full penetration in
secret, as we still live with our folks.

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From: Dennis

You asked so here it goes when I was 10 my older brother was 13
he would masterbate me and later would suck me off and than have
me suck him off I rather liked it and started to like his
advances I didn't at first. We had many 69 encountered for
several years until he was sent to a military school. A few yrs.
later I started with my younger brother. In adult life we have
never talked about it? Why I don't know. If you want more email
me it feels good to talk about after all these years.
 
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From: Connie

When I was 13 I was already obsessed with sex to some extent. My
first orgasm came at a young age, perhaps 7, when I was molested
(though not unwillingly) by two gardeners employed by my family.
They did not speak English very well, other than a few
well-chosen obscene terms, but they made their intentions clear.
They took me into a small garden shed where they made me lie down
on some sort of grain or feed sacks. I'll never forget how
excited I was when they pulled off my panties, spread my legs and
began touching my hairless pussy. I felt a thrill go through me
when one of them whispered something about little pussy, even
though I didn't know what that was at the time. They played with
me for a long time and made me lick and kiss their cocks. (I
discovered later that my 11 year old brother was outside watching
through the window, trying to decide what to do. He later
admitted that since he could see I was smiling and laughing, he
ended up jacking off while the two men put their fingers in me
and deposited their cum on my face and belly. I remember they
wiped me off with rags and warned me not to tell anyone--as if I
would? I just went back and took a bath, and an early nap.
(Although my brother and I ended up playing with each other
whenever we had the chance, we never quite had the courage to
actually fuck and then he went away to school.)

I was desperate to have sex, but still afraid of getting a
"reputation" at school. Other girls my age did not even suck boys
off, let alone fuck them. My mother married, again, when I was
12. Malcolm, my new stepfather liked to give spankings, and those
spankings began to change. First with the panties on, then with
the panties down a bit, then with them off completely, then just
in my bra, then, finally, I was told to strip completely for my
punishment. His fingers kept brushing the new crop of soft hair on
my crotch, but still he didn't actually do anything, even when
I squirmed a bit trying to get his fingers closer.

Then, one night, he came home and caught me making out on the
couch with a 16-year old boy. My blouse was open and I was on my
knees sucking the boy's hardon. Malcolm sent him out the door
still trying to get his dick back in his pants, and hauled me
upstairs. Suddenly I knew that would be the night, and it was. At
first he ripped my clothes off harshly, and turned me over his
knee. But I could feel the enormous bulge in his trousers as he
reddened my ass. Then he made me kneel in front of him as he sat
on the bed. He interrogated me about my activities, wanting to
know if I'd let any of those boys stick their cocks in my pussy.
He'd never used such language and I could feel myself getting
wetter and wetter. He made me use the words, too. I couldn't get
away with a "yes" or a "no" answer. He showed me that he had
discovered the cache of hard core porn magazines I  had stolen
from him and from my stepbrother, and hidden in my dresser
drawer. He made me point to the pictures I liked (the ones of
women tied up and spread open, being roughly handled), made me
read the captions out loud and describe what was going on. He
told me, finally, if I wanted to be a slut, I would certainly be
HIS slut. I felt myself trembling. He was going to fuck me, for
real. He made me kneel between legs and unzip his trousers, and
wrap my hands around his thick, hard, meaty cock. "I saw you
licking that kid's dick downstairs, so I know you know how to do
it. Start sucking, my sweet little bitch!"

That first night, he came first in my mouth, then he enjoyed my
virgin cunt. It hurt, but not as much as I thought it might. And
I wanted it so bad, but he wouldn't let me want it, if you know
what I mean. He made sure that I knew he was in charge, he was
the boss, he owned my pussy. 

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