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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It contains frank and sexually explicit material.
If you do not want to read of such things, or if
it is against the laws of the area you are in, then
please do not read it.
CONFESSIONS
Chapter One Synopsis
– We read the
confessions of twenty year old Bill and his sister, fourteen year old Irene.
Irene has a crush on her brother and she is an easy mark after Bill’s
cock-tease girlfriend leaves him with aching balls. Knowing it was wrong he nonetheless makes a
move on his kid sister and with his fingers brings her to a climax. Irene relieves his frustration with a very
satisfying hand-job.
Chapter
One
Sibling Togetherness
Bill’s Story – Part 1
I have a tendency to let the part of me between my legs do my thinking and that was the case twenty years ago. It’s bad enough that Irene was barely fourteen years old at the time but also she’s my sister. No wonder the events still haunt me.
I was twenty years old at the time and I had a ‘steady’
girlfriend, Cindy, who was just seventeen.
We had a stormy relationship but for me the
I said that Cindy and I had a stormy relationship. That was not because she wouldn’t put out. It was because she sometimes would spread her legs in an instant yet at other times she would push me away because she ‘wasn’t that kind of girl’. And this was one of those nights.
After I took Cindy home I returned to find my sister still ensconced on the wide sofa in front of the TV. I was in pain. Cindy hadn’t given me any relief but she’d done everything but. My balls felt like balloons, hot, tender balloons, and I went at once to get my pants off and put on loose fitting sweatpants so my sensitive cojones had room to hang.
Irene wasn’t a beauty and, unlike Cindy, she was quite flat chested. I’m sure I didn’t have any incestuous thoughts as I sat there beside her but I had an overpowering desire to touch her thighs. She was wearing a short nightgown and her full, firm thighs were clearly visible. And when I put my hand on her leg she didn’t object and just looked at me with a shy smile.
For several minutes I sat with my hand on her thigh about halfway between her knee and her hips. Her flesh was warm and silky and springy and I lost sight of the fact that she was my sister and only fourteen years old. I began to caress her leg slowly and gently.
Irene moved a bit closer to me and with virtually no pressure from my stroking hand her legs parted. Primed as I was from my frustrating evening with Cindy my penis began to swell even though I still had no designs on my kid sister. Did she play with herself? Did she know the pleasure she could get from masturbating? My thoughts moved in the same direction as my hand as I stroked higher and higher, slipping up under her short nightgown to that forbidden place.
I might still have resisted my increasingly lewd urges if she had worn panties. But she didn’t. My fingers traced the fullness of her upper thighs and then I suddenly felt the fur. My fourteen-year-old sister was more grown up than I’d realized and her teenaged pussy was covered with a thick mat of curly pubic hair. My fingers pushed into the forest to feel the wet, pulpy softness of a fat, thoroughly aroused cunt. She gave a soft moan and pushed her pelvis out and up against my hand.
And then I was suddenly aware that my kid sister’s hand was worming its way under the waistband of my sweatpants.
“No Sis. Don’t,” I choked out although ‘do’ was what I really wanted to say. She didn’t say anything but she also ignored me. Her fingers sought my throbbing tool and I managed with my free hand to push my sweats down and free my cock to her fumbling ministrations.
My hand was busy in the hirsute nest between Irene’s widespread thighs. My middle finger stroked the soft, oily slit and found the hard, little bump that was her clitoris. No sooner had I rubbed her little cum-trigger than she began humping against my hand and with her free hand she pulled my fingers harder against her pussy. She whimpered and panted and gasped and I had no doubt that my kid sister was having a very adult orgasm.
It felt like my cock was being squeezed in a circular vise as Irene squirmed and wriggled through her climax, her action hand pumping instinctively on my throbbing tool. I think that the only reason I didn’t cum then was that she was squeezing me so tight that nothing could get out.
I don’t know if it was minutes or just a few seconds before Irene came down from her orgasm but I became aware that she was no longer humping my hand and her own had had relaxed its stranglehold on my cock. Her face was flushed; her eyes bright as she smiled at me and slowly pumped my pulsing prick.
I arched my hips and fucked my kid sister’s hand as I felt the explosion begin. Irene was alternating her glances between my face and my cock and then as I groaned she uttered a sharp, little cry of surprise. A surprisingly long stream of gism erupted from the purple tip of my tool and arced out and down on her naked thighs. A second shorter jet came out and then the remaining juices dribbled out to trickle down over her hand.
Irene got some tissues and cleaned up the mess but neither of us spoke. It wasn’t incest, I told myself. We hadn’t had intercourse. But I couldn’t help feeling sad and guilty that I’d taken advantage of my fourteen-year-old sister’s innocence and naïveté. I felt bad then but if I’d known how low I could sink I might have just moved away.
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Irene’s Story – Part 1
As long as I could remember I had admired and respected my brother Bill. He was six years older than I so he was more like an uncle than a brother. He was very handsome and I was always feeling jealous of his girlfriends. And when he began bringing them home on Friday nights my jealousy knew no bounds for I saw what he did with them.
When I was twelve years old I began to get ideas. I’d passed into puberty when I was eleven and I had mixed feelings about the hair that grew between my legs. On the one hand it made me feel grownup but on the other hand I wasn’t sure if Bill would like it. The two of his girlfriends I’d seen had very little hair there and I wondered if they shaved.
Anyway, by the time I was fourteen I had benefited from live sex shows with Bill and his girlfriends as the stars. I used to watch them…Bill’s room where he took them was next to mine and in my closet there was a peephole. I’d stand there and play with myself while Bill and the girl did all sorts of things.
Cindy was a bitch. She tormented Bill and I really felt sorry for him. Sometimes she would let him make love to her but not very often. Once or twice I’d seen her give him a handjob and once she’d started a blowjob and I could see that he really loved. They didn’t have a condom that night and Cindy said she wouldn’t let him cum in her mouth without a condom. At least she wasn’t a total slut, I’d thought as she finished him with her hand.
The night things first came to a head between us (an inapt phrase since there was no head involved) I had watched Cindy teased Bill beyond reason. She had big tits, like, huge, and she let him play with them but nothing more. She kept rubbing against his erection but whenever he tried to get further she’d push him away. Finally she said, “You just want me for that. Take me home!”
She was probably correct and he likely just wanted her to screw but that was still no excuse for her to torture him like she did. I got out of my room and down to the TV before they left the house. When Bill got back I was sitting there with a short nightie on and no panties. It wasn’t fair that he should be treated the way Cindy treated him and it wasn’t fair that she should get to have him when I, who truly loved him, could only watch.
Bill went to his room without saying anything and I wondered if he was going to jerk off like he did some nights after Cindy held out on him. I’d wait a bit and if he didn’t come down then I’d go up. I’m not sure what I’d have done but anyway he came down and sat beside me on the sofa.
I don’t remember what was on TV and for sure the TV program wasn’t on my mind. I was trying to figure out how I could get him to do something when he put his hand on my leg. My bare leg. I just sort of snuggled up to him while he rubbed me. His hand was cool and gentle and as he stroked me I opened my legs, hoping he’d go higher.
It seemed to take forever but finally my nightie was up around my waist and Bill’s hand was on me, feeling me, fingering me. I’d never felt anything as good or exciting as his gentle touch. I wanted to cry out, ‘fuck me, Bill. Fuck your kid sister like she wants you to’, but I didn’t want to scare him off.
And then things were too urgent for me to ask him to fuck me. His fingers were doing wonderful things to my pussy and I could see the outline of his cock under his sweatpants. I was making him hard, just like Cindy did. But I wasn’t going to leave him hanging as she had. I slipped my hand under the waist of his sweats and down to his cock.
It was wonderful. It was hard and smooth and hot enough to burn. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t made me cum but suddenly my whole lower region was afire, an incredible, throbbing pressure washing over me. I was cumming and it was beyond my wildest imagination. Never had my own fingers made me feel that way.
I became aware that I sounded like a steam engine, puffing and panting and also I wondered if I was hurting him I was holding his cock so tightly. His sweats were down now and I had full freedom to play with his marvelous tool. I knew enough to know that he was ready to cum so I pumped him slowly and smoothly. It was good that he’d made me cum first so I could think only of his pleasure.
I know I cried out when he went off. I’d sort of seen it when he masturbated but never like this. God! No wonder Cindy wouldn’t let him go in her mouth. The way his jism shot out it would have busted the condom. And it was so hot. I liked the greasy feel as his stuff dribbled over my fingers and I’d have liked to keep on playing with him. But it was late and we certainly didn’t want our parents to find us like this.
I thought a lot about what we’d done. I knew that brothers and sisters weren’t supposed to have sex together but I saw no reason why we couldn’t do what we’d just done. And maybe more. I could tell though that Bill was feeling pretty uneasy about it so I kept quiet.
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