



                                  JUNE - THE INCEST YEARS


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011



Chapter 3

Back in school, the lesson begins but my attention won't stay on
it and I'm admonished twice by Mr. Crowther. He's a good teacher
but his eagle-eye is legendary because he can pick up on anybody
in the class who's not listening to what he's saying. When he
asks me the reason that my mind is elsewhere, I can hardly tell
him that my sister has seduced my father and she's just given me
the most exciting wank of my young life. I pretend ignorance of
the cause of my inattention and the lesson continues.

When it's time to go home, I meet up with June at the bus stop.
No mention is made of our lunch-time conversation, of her
confession to seducing Dad when she was 12. Strangely, I'm not
jealous of him, of what he's done with her. Why doesn't it bother
me? It ought to do, surely.

As we travel home, the bus is noisy, filled with the happy voices
of students finally released from the wearisome daily routine of
learning. June's friends surround us and as they chatter
ceaselessly, I look around the bus, casually looking at the boys
who travel alone, the ones who don't see the need for aimless
conversation. My eyes light upon Jeff Hindle, a classmate, and I
decide to leave the magpies alone and join him instead.

As I sit next to him, he seems genuinely pleased to see me. "Hi,
Jeff. Is it OK for me to sit here?" I ask and he smiles as he
nods. "Had enough of the racket back there?" he asks, nodding in
the direction of where I've just left. "Yes," I say, "it's
getting on my tits."

"Old Crowther was giving you some grief this afternoon," he
states and I agree. Jeff is a quiet boy, shy, and doesn't say
much and he doesn't participate in the normal childish antics of
other 12-year-olds. He's sensitive, good-looking and has a lovely
dick. 'Dick?' I'm shocked as I realise what I've just thought. It
doesn't mean anything, I tell myself. After all, we all check
other boys' dicks out in the changing rooms and showers, don't
we? There's nothing weird about that... is there?

We talk amiably of this and that, and I feel at ease with him,
and he with me, I think. Strange, I've never seen him engage in
conversation with others to the same degree as that which we now
enjoy. He smiles readily when he speaks and I find myself
watching his lips and admiring their fullness, and I can't help
thinking that that are so like June's.

His ready wit is a surprise to me and his ability to make me
laugh really makes me like him all the more. Although we've been
in the same class for 4 months now, I've never really spoken to
him, certainly not in a matey way, and I'm thinking how much I've
missed. His dark eyes sparkle as he's telling me a joke and I
look into them, not really listening to the words he's speaking.
When he begins to laugh, I realise the joke is ended and I laugh
too, grabbing his hand as it rests on his knee. He doesn't move
it away. I don't move mine either.

Seconds later, the bus is stopping and I realise that I'm holding
a boy's hand but I have to get off with my sister. I detach
myself and say casually, "Bye, Jeff," and he replies softly,
"Goodbye, John, see you tomorrow," and something passes between
us although I can't describe what it is. It's because he's
good-looking, that must be it, or because I like him, I tell
myself.

June's coming down the aisle of the bus from behind me, and when
she reaches me, she nods to Jeff. He nods back and June and I get
off the bus, to begin the short walk to our house.

"He seems nice," she says, looking at my face as we walk. "Yes,
he is," I reply and inexplicably, I blush. This does not go
unnoticed. "He's in my class," I say as if I feel I should
explain myself.

"Do you like him a lot?" she asks and I'm looking for a hidden
meaning to the question. My sister has this way about her and at
times it's unnerving how she can pick up on the nuances of an
answer. I'm not sure how to answer because I'm not sure myself of
the depth of feeling I have for my classmate. To divert her from
discovering the truth about how I might feel towards him, I give
a non-commital, "He's okay." The trouble is that I can't hide the
blush that rises and makes my face all hot. "Hmm," she says,
making me uneasy for no particular reason.

Once we're in the house, we dump our book-bags and get a drink
from the fridge. We sit at the kitchen table and she takes my
hand.

"Listen, John, about what I told you at lunch-time," she begins.
"Dad doesn't want you to know about what we've been doing
together. Be careful what you say, love. I've had to be careful
too, not saying anything that might lead you to suspect that
there's been anything going on. Now you know, we both have to be
careful. It was Mum..." She stopped dead then. " I mean, the
thing is..."

"What do you mean?" I interrupt her. "What's Mum got to do with
it?"

"Nothing. Not really," she says but not convincingly.

"Why did Mum leave us? You know, don't you? When I've asked,
Dad's always fobbed me off with something vague. Tell me why she
left," I insist.

She looks at me again with those lovely eyes and says, "Alright,
John, I do know but I can't tell you now. I'll tell you when the
time's right, I promise you."

"Why can't you tell me now?" I ask, and I feel a bit annoyed that
the rest of the family know the reason Mum left but I don't.

"Look, John, I'm not keeping this from you to be spiteful," she
says and I can see some anger rising in her. I've never seen her
angry, well not really, and this is obviously important. She sees
by my face that I'm capitulating and decides to lighten the mood,
to release the tension.

"By the way," she says, "did you like the wank I gave you today?"
and she smiles. "I've always wanted to do that to you."

The tension has disappeared completely now and I smile as I say,
"It was lovely, June. Gorgeous."

"Do you want another?" she says and I see in her eyes that she's
serious.

"Yes," I say softly, the words catching in my throat.

"Come upstairs," she says and leads the way.

She leads the way to her bedroom, turns to face me and undoes my
pants while I stand there like a fool just watching her. As soon
as my belt is undone, my pants fall round my ankles and before
she reaches for my underpants, I kiss her soft lips. They part
and I thrust my tongue inside, finding hers and tasting it. Her
arms go round my neck and mine go round her waist, only to slide
down and feel the beautiful bum I've so longed to feel.

I take back my tongue so that I can speak. "Can I see you naked?"
She nods and goes to the buttons on her blouse. "Can I do it?" I
ask and her hands drop to her sides.

"Yes, oh yes please," she says and I'm ecstatic. My hands tremble
as I try to undo the top button of her blouse and she waits
patiently. Unseen by me, she's undoing the bottom buttons until
there's just the one left, and that's the one I'm still
struggling with. Once I've got it loose, I take the blouse off
and look at the white bra which holds her tiny breasts. She puts
her hands behind her and undoes the hooks but leaves me to take
it off her. When I remove it, I can see them, those tiny breasts,
the nipples raised from each one, so beautiful in their
youthfulness.

I'm absolutely hard now, my dick tenting out my underpants, and
her hand sneaks down to touch it, to stroke it, and I'm on fire.
She drops to her knees and takes off my pants, coming back up to
draw down my underpants, and she gazes at my dick, breathing so
heavy that I can feel it against my knob. I remove my shirt as
she takes off my underpants and soon I'm a naked 12-year-old boy
looking at a topless 13-year-old girl with lust and love.

She removes her skirt and socks, and waits a few seconds before
pulling down her knickers to make sure I don't miss the moment
when her pussy will be revealed. My eyes lock onto the place
where her legs join and as she slowly pulls down her knickers,
first her pubis appears with it's very light covering of hair and
then her pussy lips, so pink and so inviting. She takes her
knickers off completely and stands before me, splendid in all her
naked glory. She's breath-takingly beautiful, so confident in her
nakedness, so sure of her attractiveness... and so sure that I
want her. And I do want her... desperately.

At the same time, she looking at me, looking at my hairless
chest, my nipples, my shoulders and her gaze descends past my
flat stomach to my sex, to the dick she has already felt, already
wanked, the dick she already watched as it's sperm flooded out
and spilled on the ground. That same dick was wanked by me last
night as I watched her being sexed while I pumped my seed onto
her carpet.

She moves towards me and kisses me, and I take her tongue into my
mouth, sucking on it, licking it with my own. Her hand is between
us and she's gripping my dick, feeling the hardness, moving the
skin on the shaft. I'm going to blow, I'm going to cum. Oh God,
no. She stops and it's as if she knows what's happening to me.
Her tongue leaves my mouth and she goes down on her knees,
hurrying in case she's too late, and she takes my dick into her
hot wet mouth, sucking furiously on it and tonguing the knob.

It's coming, it's already on it's way and I'm panting, moaning,
shuddering as my dick jerks in her mouth and I begin to spurt.
She's gripping my buttocks tightly, holding me to her as I
continue shooting my spunk into her mouth, gob after gob of white
hot sperm. My hands clasp her head and she's moving it back and
forth, fucking my dick with her mouth. Eventually, the jerking
stops, the pulsing ends and I look down at my sister who is now
running her tongue around the knob of my dick.

I have to stop her doing that; the ultra sensitivity of my dick
is hurting now. I raise her up so that I can kiss her and I
thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth is full of my spunk
and I find myself tasting it, running my tongue through the pool
that has formed and discovering, to my surprise, that it's not at
all unpleasant. It's hot, creamy, viscous and really quite nice.

When she pushes me to the floor and onto my back, my tongue is
still in her mouth, and she opens her mouth fully and my spunk
slides out of it and into mine. I savour it, moving it around
with my tongue, while June's hand plays with my balls, feeling
them with her fingers and gently moving them around in their bag.

"You like the taste of spunk, don't you?" she says and I nod
enthusiastically. "Yes, I thought you might," she says and smiles
enigmatically.

I swallow then, feeling it slide down my throat, and then I find
that everywhere in my mouth is coated with it. She kisses me,
sliding her tongue inside, and I'm now aware of those little tits
against my chest. I roll her body over, following it with mine so
that I lay on top of her. My hand feel her breast and I feel for
the first time how firm it is but at the same time so soft. When
I touch her nipple, it becomes hard, erect, and I want to kiss
it, to suck on it.

I roll off her but my hand stays on her breast and I admire her
beauty, the perfect symmetry of her little breasts and I'm
captivated by them. When I go to suck a nipple, she raises
herself onto one elbow, facing me, and pushes me back down onto
the floor. She moves over me and brings the nipple down to my
mouth, touching it to my lips, and I open my mouth to take it in.

I suck on the nipple and she strokes my hair and forehead. Her
nipple is hard and I suckle like a baby, and she uses her hand to
squeeze the breast behind the nipple as if to encourage the milk
to come. I look into her eyes and she's looking into mine so
lovingly.

"Suck, baby, suck it," she says and I feel happy, content to be
breast-fed.

My hand rests on her waist but my dick is stirring again because
of the breast-feeding and I bring my hand to her pussy to feel
it. Her little slit is soaking and I can feel her oily juices
with my fingertips. This is my first time with a girl's pussy and
I don't really know what I should be doing to please her, and I
do so want to please her. As I fumble around in her little slit,
I find the hole, the one that is Nirvana to the initiated and the
"fuck-hole" to we who have still to learn. I can put my finger
in! Wow! When I push harder, it goes all the way in till there's
no more finger left. She shows no sign of distress so I can't be
hurting her.

As my breast-feeding continues, my fingers explore her slit
further and she jumps when I touch a little button thing near the
top of her slippery slit. I stop feeding and apologise
immediately for hurting her. "You didn't hurt me. You just found
the most exciting spot that a girl has," she says and for some
reason, I feel very pleased with myself. I wonder briefly if Dad
knows about this, where that button thing is. I touch it again
and she jumps again but I move my fingertip gently over it and
June's hips start to move around.

It's not long before my dick is stiff again and I'm starting to
hump her leg, just like a dog. She lies down flat while I
continue to play with her little button and she starts to pant.
My dick is as hard as steel and I want her, I want my sister so
badly.

Her legs open wide and she moves me between them. For the first
time, I see a real pussy, a girl's pussy, my sister's pussy and I
stare at it in awe. My fingers touch the little lips and I part
them so I can see inside. How can Dad's cock fit in such a small
hole? He must be much bigger than me, yet mine won't even fit
inside her, so how does he do it?

She's looking up at me and there's that face again, the one with
the drooping eyelids that I saw last night. She's excited,
aroused, needing to cum. I'm between her legs and she's waiting
for me to do it, to fuck her pussy, and I have to try, I have to
try to give her what she needs. I take my dick in my hand and
move forward so that I can place it at the entrance to her hole.
My pre-cum is pouring out and I move my dick around her slit,
spreading it around and coating the knob in her juices.

I push and my dick sinks all the way in until I can feel her bone
at the top of her slit against my bone just above my dick. The
sensation overwhelms me. Her hot wet vagina has expanded and is
now fitting around my dick like a velvet glove. As I begin to
move back and forth, I have to support myself on my arms, but I
look down at the beauty beneath me and her eyes are on me,
flashing, sparkling. Her legs wrap around my waist and she holds
me tight with them, crossing her ankles behind my back so that I
won't leave her, so that I won't change my mind.

I must kiss her so I lower myself and support myself on my
elbows, then kiss her lips, the soft lips of my sister, and I
thrust my tongue inside her mouth. She sucks on it greedily as I
fuck her, moving gently, carefully, so as not to hurt her. The
moans begin and the mewing sound from last night as she becomes
more aroused, taking me along with her as she becomes more
excited. My lust is increasing and I start to fuck her harder and
deeper, and she puts her hand between us to play with her little
button. I feel like an animal now, I'm losing control and I'm
fucking her harder, faster, and she's becoming louder, the moans,
the mewing, and I'm getting close, so close. She's with me, her
hips bucking into me, trying to get me deeper and then she says
the words that I want to hear.

"I love you, John, I love you. Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!"
and I can't stop, I have to go on.

"Oh June, I love you too, so much," I say and she hugs me really
tight.

I'm actually banging her now, the sounds of our flesh slapping
together plain to hear, and the squelching noises of our rutting
spur us on. We hold onto each other like drowning people as we
fuck and I feel my ball-bag tighten, my muscles tense and my
stomach goes into a knot as the first spurt begins the journey to
my sister's womb. Her hand is trapped between us as she diddles
her button when I push into her pussy as hard as I can and hold
it there. I cry out as the spunk begins to leave me, shooting
each time my dick jerks, flooding my sister's love-tunnel and
splashing against the walls.

She cries out too as her orgasm begins and she shouts out, "John,
John, John. Oh I love you. Fill me... pleeease!" as she comes,
her thighs thrashing about in her ecstacy. She's shuddering and
I'm trying to hold her still, trying to stay coupled with her as
my spunk shoots into her.

"I love you," I repeat over and over, and she holds my face,
kissing me, kissing me and clutching me tighter like she'll never
let me go. We tremble, our muscles taut as we mate, our passion
taking us over and heightening our sensations in this wonderful
act of love. I must be empty inside, I've no sperm left, yet my
body continues to spasm. I'm loving this girl underneath me,
loving her like I've always loved her, and this act has proved
that love.

She's kissing my lips as our trembling begins to calm and we each
pant into the other's mouth. I look into her face, that beautiful
sweaty face, and my fingers stroke her cheek, her nose and those
soft lips which I find so attractive, so appealing that I want to
trap them between mine as we kiss. Her lovely blonde hair sticks
to her forhead with sweat and I brush it away, and she smiles at
me, brushing my hair from my forehead too. Her legs release my
waist and I roll off her onto my back on the floor. She gets up
onto one elbow, leaning over me.

I'm free now to admire my sister's body, and I do, kissing the
perfect breasts and sucking her nipples. As I suck the nipple she
offers to my lips, she squeezes the flesh behind her nipple again
as a sign that she needs to feed me like before. As I suckle at
her breast, she strokes my hair and looks down at me lovingly as
though I was her baby, and in a way, I wish I was. I'm content
and I can't think of a another place I'd rather be.

"I do love you, John, really I do," she says and I know she means
it. My hand goes up to stroke her face again, a sign of my love
for her, and I continue suckling because I knows she wants me to.
I feel the breast that's not feeding me, and the skin is soft but
the breast is very firm with a nipple that stands proud. I pinch
the nipple between thumb and forefinger and she responds by
sighing and closing her eyes, moaning softly at the touch. I move
my hand down her body, feeling the flawless skin of her hips and
the taut muscles of the buttocks which I'll be exploring later in
more detail.

When she's finished feeding me, we lie side by side, looking at
each other. We caress each other's body but not in a sexual way,
fingertips touching arms, thighs, bellies and navels, discovering
what has been hidden for so long.

"I love you, June," I say and she moves over to kiss me again,
saying, "Me too."

Realisation comes that the time is still ticking and we have to
leave our revelry and get cleaned up before Dad gets home. I pick
up my clothes and go into my bedroom, throwing them on the bed. I
head for the shower and find June in the bathroom before me,
bending down to get some new soap out of the low cupboard.
There's spunk running down the inside of her thighs and I look at
the beautiful pussy that is the source of this visual delight.
She catches me looking and says, "Naughty boy. You mustn't look
at your sister's sex," then laughs before coming to me and
kissing me, "unless you want to fuck her again," she adds. 'Yes
please!' I think and I don't feel guilty like I suppose I ought
to.

We shower together, washing each other's front and back, and both
of us take our time when we get to the naughty bits. We're like
small children, playing in the water, having fun. I am still on a
high because I'm playing with my sister's body, touching every
part of her, running my hands everywhere I want to and she's
encouraging me. She's taken her time with my dick and by the time
she's finished, it's very hard. She points to my dick and asks
jokingly why it's stiff, and I reply, "I don't know. Maybe I'll
ask my older sister later. Do you know her, by the way?" and she
laughs the same way she always does, infecting everybody around
her with good humour.

We're clean and dressed by the time that Dad gets home but we
have to be careful. We must keep OUR secret too.



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