Chapter 2
Flashback. I was twenty-four, and I was struggling to make it as a contractor. Having moved away from my home town, I was living alone in a rented room in the city. My long hours at work didn't give me any time for female companionship. I was lonely, not to mention horny as hell!
Then, one week, my sister Angie came for a visit. She was nineteen, and was working as a waitress back home. Already as shapely and beautiful as she is now-and already with just as spectacular a bosom-she was a ray of sunshine in my otherwise difficult life.
"Hi, big brother!" she greeted me, when I met her at the bus station. It being summer, she was wearing short shorts and a halter top, and was attracting every male eye.
"Hi, Sis," I laughed, feeling proud of her. "My, have you grown!"
We drove off together in my old, beat-up truck. And that was when I felt the first inkling of what might happen, as I found myself glancing over at her bare, shapely legs.
"Control yourself, Nick!" I told myself. "Damn it, she's your own sister!"
But events conspired to bring us together, even though we'd never even thought of it up to that point. I had no spare cash, and neither did Angie, so we couldn't afford a hotel for her and she wound up sharing my room. And since I had only one bed, she had to share that, too!
The first night was very awkward. It was hot as hell, and there was no way we could sleep under a blanket or even a sheet. The heat was so intense that we couldn't even stand pajamas! So my sister and I lay down in only our underwear; I in my shorts and she in a thin bra and panties. It didn't help that the only panties she'd brought along were the thong kind!
Nor was it too dark for me to see her as I tried to go off to sleep. A city streetlight was shining in the window, letting me view her whole tempting form. Angela curled up facing away from me, and her firm, naked buns looked marvelous. The curves of her legs, trim waist, bare back, and shoulders, too, were like something out of a magazine.
"She's your sister, man!" I tried telling myself again. But my cock wasn't listening, and, as I lay there on my back, it popped up out of my shorts, fully and embarrassingly hard.
Then something else happened. Apparently having gone to sleep, Angie, in her sleep, rolled over. And, probably finding even her bra too hot for her, she unconsciously unhooked it in front! Suddenly her big, upright breasts were bare, her brown nipples hard and her areolae puckered. It was the first time I'd ever seen them, and believe me, they were the most beautiful and exciting ones I'd ever been exposed to.
"Damn!" I responded, this time out loud. But my delicious predicament was far from over. To my wondering eyes, my sister's right hand caressed those luscious boobs of hers, then inched down her flat tummy to her fantastic crotch. Her fingers slid into her panties, and by all indications her middle one began stroking her slit. Her mouth fell open, and she raised and gyrated her luscious hips.
Angie was having an erotic dream, and I, her own brother, had been elected to watch it!
Could it be about me? I wondered. Whatever, I longed to be the man who would make it real. After all, I was right there beside her, and any man would have felt that way. Yes, I was who I was, but there were limits to my patience, and now those limits were being sorely tested. She was a mature, incredibly attractive woman, and I was only a man, after all!
Then the final thing occurred, the thing that settled it for good. Angie suddenly woke up, and looked around her. Her lustrous brown eyes took in everything: her naked breasts, her hand in her panties, and especially my hugely upstanding rod.
"Oh. Whoops!" she reacted, although not without a hint of amusement. "Is my face red. But, brother, what a big cock you have!"
"I can't deny it," I laughed, also trying to defuse things. But the fuse of our passion had been lit, and it was an ultimately hopeless task to put it out. "Just as I can't deny that you've grown world-class tits!"
"And a pussy, too," she added boldly, actually flipping down her panties to show me! It was before she'd started shaving, and I saw soft black fur above a brown, impossibly tempting cleft.
Now it was all out in the open, and it only remained to decide what to do about it. That is, if she and I still possessed the power to decide! For a long moment, we just lay there, waiting to see what would happen. Then, being the older one, I spoke.
"We could forget all about this and go back to sleep," I ventured, trying one last time to do the conventional thing.
"Yes, we could, Nick," my sister replied. "But we're both so primed by now that we'd still need to get off somehow."
"Well, we could get ourselves off," I tried.
"We could," nodded Angela. "But that would be sort of cheap."
She had hit on it. If ever there was a time when incest would be best, this was it. Couldn't we just forget about what the outside world would think, and even about our own scruples, and just do what came naturally? In the end, I was a man, and she was a woman, and it was so, so logical, even, to let our "ends" meet.
On that hot city night, we were two people, one male and one female, who absolutely had to have each other, and it even seemed wrong to deny ourselves.
And Angie confirmed it. As a woman, she was the ultimate realist.
"We've got to make it, Bro," my fabulous, nineteen-year-old sibling purred. "There's no escape. You and I have got to get it on!"
And, heaven help us, we did. Or rather, she began by doing it for both of us!
Angie raised up over me, and, before she had a chance to think twice, lowered her turned-on pussy onto my hugely upright rod. The thrill was incredible, and the mixed emotions almost blew my mind. I seemed to hear a voice saying, "You're in your sister. You're in your own sister, by damn!"
But then I abandoned myself to the sensation, and what a sensation it was. It was the first time I'd felt the incredible "fit" we had, probably from our being so closely related, as well as our shared rhythms as we began to move together. At age twenty-four, I'd had my share of partners, but the hot, slick, formfitting pussy that was on me now was a veritable dream!
"Oh, yeah," I sighed. "I still don't believe this. It's like a dream. Can it be real?"
"Believe it, it's real," replied Angie. "And if it's a dream, it's the secret dream of every brother and sister, come true!"
Then she rode me like a dream come true, indeed. Grasping each other's shoulders, we let our sex-drunk eyes meet deeply, showing our determination to make the most of our stupendous new experience. Since she was leaning forward, her breasts were hanging heavily, her hard brown nipples pointing downward. Her black hair tented over us, enclosing us in a secret, incestuous world all our own.
But it was what she was doing behind, what I couldn't see, that really drove me wild. Apparently, my younger sister was no inexperienced lover; instead, she was an outright nympho! She did things with her tummy, her thighs, her hips, her buns-and especially with her fantastic pussy-that were absolutely incredible on my turgid length. Levering and gyrating, Angie didn't just boff me; she practically drew my climax out of me!
"Ohhh, damn!" I reacted. "Where did you learn how to bang like this? Woman, you're the best sister a guy could ever have!"
"I try," she laughed, in her low, sultry voice, as she proceeded to bring me higher and higher. "I try!"
At that rate, it wasn't long before went sailing off together to orgasm land. And when we did that, Angie gave me an additional surprise. Once, then twice, then three times, she lunged her magic pussy down on me, with amazing force and with a tantalizing pause in between. On the third lunge, I came with a corresponding strength that I'd never known I had in me.
"Ungh!" she grunted, as her hanging breasts shook and her whole slender body went rigid with sexual power. "Ungh! Ungh!"
"Ungh!" I echoed, straining up to her with every fiber of my being. I felt an enormous climax seize my frame, and my hugely engorged cock begin to pump a massive load. "Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhh!"
My sister had come, too; I could feel her hot juices on my thighs. She collapsed down onto me, sighing contentedly, and for a long time we just lay that way, glued together in sex. Her big breasts pressed my chest, warming my heart in a way I'd never believed possible. I felt her sweet breath in my ear and her soft hair on my cheek as my hands lovingly stroked her sleek back and her sweet, naked buns.
"At the risk of sounding trite, I never knew it could be like that," I said, finally breaking the silence.
"It can be, and it was," beautiful Angie purred. "like you've surely guessed, I love sex and I've had a lot of lovers-but you, big brother, were the one I wanted most!"
"So that was it," I laughed. "You seduced me, you little minx! You knew I was lonely and horny when you came for your visit. But, much as I try to think I still have to come to terms, I'm comfortable with it, and I don't. It just happened, and I'm glad!"
"Me, too," my sister wholeheartedly agreed. "And let me say one more thing. It really couldn't ever have been like that, except with you and me."
"You're right," I nodded. "But I might have thought it wouldn't be quite so, well, physical."
"It was, though," Angie said. "Yet I think that was the proper way. To me-with a brother or anyone-the banging comes first and foremost, and the tenderness follows."
She paused, during which time she wiggled her hips sensuously.
"And as to the physical reality of it, dear Bro," she concluded with a smile, "let me remind you that your cock's still up inside me!"
That prompted us finally to disengage, and disengage we did. My wonderful, wanton sister raised her luscious loins off me with an actual sucking sound, and we hauled ourselves up from the hot, moist, rumpled bed.
We must have looked like a couple of exhausted athletes, with our hair all tousled and our bodies sticky with spunk and sweat. But, on that torrid summer night in my small city room, the athleticism had been sexual.
What's more, it had been evidenced during a first, brother-sister fuck!
"Damn, I'm hot," Angela said now, as I surveyed, with new, sexual eyes, her marvelous, naked body. "Do you have a shower in this dump, Nick?"
"Only an old, cracked tub," I laughed. "But a nice cool bath will do us both a world of good."
"Yes, it will cool most of us off," she observed, her brown eyes suddenly looking naughty. "But I'm not so sure about our privates!"
Then she minced off to the bathroom, with me following. Damn, how great she looked from behind! What a figure she had, what legs, and what a butt; I could also see her big breasts swinging out to her sides and her soft pubic fur between her thighs. Even her black hair hanging down toward her back was impossibly alluring.
What a young woman, what a sister, and now we were lovers. Yes, incest was best, and charity, not to mention sex, began at home!
We turned on the faucet, added some bubble soap, and silently waited. Now we were in full light, and our new relationship became even more real to us. But when I saw Angie that way, she, and it, only became more perfect. Her naked flesh was creamy and faultless, worthy of any man's, or any brother's, adoration.
When the tub had filled, we slid our bodies into it. I lay back, and she got in on top of me. As she sighed and laid her sweet head against mine, my hands involuntarily sought her full, upright breasts, her flat, slippery tummy, her firm, slick thighs and her sodden pubes.
Looking down along her wet, sleek form, which also bore islands of white bubbles, it was as if, especially as my sister, she was an integral part of myself.
"I don't believe you!" I laughed. "You knew we'd make it again, didn't you? But this is a pretty tough position, isn't it?"
"It is, Nickie," she agreed, as I felt her buns moving on my gut. "You could get your cock into me, but I've got a better idea. Why don't we dry-hump-though this won't exactly be dry!"
Angie paused.
"Besides," she concluded wantonly, "I've always wanted to see my own brother spurt!"
Needless to say, our situation in the bath, plus her candor, had again made me hard as a rock. My erection was standing up proudly between her legs, its head red and swollen and its thick, solid shaft tightly against her slit. It only remained for someone to move and apply some friction, and move, my sweet sis did!
"Ohhh. Ohhh!" she sighed, as she began to slide herself on me. "Ohhh, this is so liquid and heavenly. Ahhh!"
"Ohhh, yeah," I responded, levering my own hips upward to help us. I squeezed her full breasts, plucked at her hard brown nipples, and reached down below to finger her switched-on clit.
We proceeded to get carried away, by the cool water and the feel of each other. And if I'd wanted more tenderness in the act, then this was it. Slowly and sensuously my sister and I moved together, until we were more than ready for our release. Then it came, and we came, mixing our fluids with what was around us.
"Ohhh. Ahhhhh!" Angie moaned, her sweet pussy palpably spasming against the upper surface of my manhood. "Ohhh, Nickie. Ahhhhh!"
"Ohhh, yes!" I gasped, as that manhood went crazy, then jerked, then shot long streams of white stuff high into the humid air. "Ohhhhh!"
And if it was too tender, I only had to watch my incestuous partner as she swiped at my seed with her hands, then brought her fingers to her lips to wantonly lick it off them!
We got out of the tub, toweled off, and staggered to the bed. Then, and only then, did we fall asleep.
In the morning, I awoke naked next to Angela. With a start, I recalled what we'd done, still tending to dismiss it as a dream.
But it had been real, very real, and my beautiful, nude sister confirmed it. Opening her brown eyes, she immediately smiled and came into my arms.
"Well, Bro, what the heck are we going to do now?" she inquired. "I mean, that was just so intense."
"Maybe we should forget it ever happened," I opined. "No one will know, and we can go back to being the way we were."
"No, I don't think that's possible," Angie declared; her warm, sexy body snuggling close to me confirmed it. "We can't forget, we can't go back-and if we think it won't happen again, we're kidding ourselves."
"We can't have this all the time, though," I told her. "So I only hope it hasn't spoiled us for other partners."
"Probably not," she said. "But we may need to find lovers who are very different from ourselves, so that there'll be an opposite kind of attraction."
"You're right," I laughed, stroking her smooth, naked flesh. "What a smart young sis you are!"
And, to jump ahead a bit, that was precisely what we did. My dark sister eventually met and married sandy-haired Sam, who was sexually as conservative as she was a nympho, and who never even guessed how many other men she still had, including me. For my part, I married blonde Janice-but I'll get to her soon enough!
A lot had been done, and a lot had been settled; our whole lives had changed. But Angie still had most of her week-long visit left, so we decided to make the most of it with each other. If my bed had seen one torrid session of incestuous sex, it saw dozens more. Our attraction was insatiable, and we made it every morning before I left for work, every night when I came home, and often in between. Even when it wasn't in her, my cock was hard for my sensational sister!
One lunch hour, I took off from the job site and picked her up in my truck. She was wearing her short shorts and halter top again, and as we rode along, she shamelessly pulled one of her big, round breasts out. What's more, she ran her hand up one of her long, bare legs and tugged her shorts aside to show me the furry edge of her pussy!
"Oh, mercy!" I reacted. "That's just too much of a tease. How do you expect me to wait until tonight to get off?"
"I don't, Bro," she replied, a supremely wanton look in her dark eyes. "I'm going to take care of you right now!"
And she did. Leaning down over my lap, she unzipped my jeans and freed my huge erection. Her black hair tented over my lap as she got her sensuous lips, then her whole, hot mouth on me, and began to suck and tongue like an expert. Her head bobbed up and down as she blew me like she must have blown many lovers before.
"Ahhh. Ahhh, damn!" I sighed. "This is too much. Ahhh!"
"Mmmmm," Angie went, in turn. "Mmmmm!"
I could hardly concentrate on my driving. The old truck started to weave and sway as I built higher and higher. The way she was curled up on the seat next to me, my nineteen-year-old sister's barely clad body looked incredible. Much as I could ill afford to, I took one hand off the wheel and stroked her curves as she wriggled under my touch.
I was reaching under her and squeezing her naked breast when I suddenly came. The force of it nearly drove me through the roof, and I practically blasted her off me when I shot in her mouth! Glancing down, I saw gobs of my stuff flowing back out from between her lips. My own dear sis even did this for me!
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh, yeah!" I bellowed. "Ohhh, what a feeling!"
"Maybe this is what that truck commercial really means," she joked, as she sat up and licked off her luscious mouth. She was totally free, and that was good.
Somehow, I had stayed on the road through it all, so I zipped my satisfied cock back in and drove on. But then I looked over at Angela.
"You didn't get yours, though," I observed. "We'll have to take care of that."
"So we will," she laughed throatily. "But it'll be pretty difficult for you to eat me."
"Well, I can do something almost as good," I replied. And I did!
Reaching over, I unzipped her shorts. Then I slid my hand down under her panties and found her hot, slippery slit. I used my middle finger to stroke her clit for a while, which made her throw back her head, close her eyes, open her mouth and sigh deeply. She even reached up and pulled both big breasts out of her top, and massaged them and plucked at her hard brown nipples.
Then, still keeping contact with her joy button, I slipped my finger up inside her. She began to move on it wildly, gyrating her hips and tensing her tummy. I felt her intense inner heat as she went for an orgasm, her hot juices flowing.
"Ohhh! Oh, Nick!" my sister gasped, her loins suddenly exploding on my hand. "Oh, this is great. Oh, thank you. Ohhh!"
"My pleasure," I laughed, taking my finger out of her and actually licking it off. "What's a brother for?"
So that was our encounter in my truck-or from my standpoint, a "track suck"!
On another occasion, Angie did an impromptu dance for me in my room. Instantly, my dingy surroundings were transformed into a high-class strip club, or even a sultan's palace. That was because she was more beautiful than any stripper I'd ever seen, or any harem girl I might have!
But it was even better than if she'd just done a normal bump and grind. She'd had a few ballet lessons, and that was how she danced instead. Clad in only a short white nightie, she got up on her toes and twirled around, her black hair flowing, as I sat on a straight chair and watched.
The important difference from a real ballet was that I could see her hard, lovely nipples through the cloth, not to mention her gorgeous buns and some other black hair when her skirt went up in her twirling!
"If you danced like that in public, it would be a sold-out performance," I laughed. "I don't think anyone ever went to a ballet theater and saw an actual pussy!"
"But this is all for you, Bro," she giggled, her brown eyes gleaming with wanton delight. "All for you!"
Then she bounded onto my lap, her luscious thighs straddling me. This kind of play always ended in intercourse for us, and so it did now. My hard cock seemed to find its way out of my pants at such times, and my sister's hot, wet pussy found its own way down onto it.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," Angie panted, beginning to hump me like there was no tomorrow. As she faced me, her graceful arms were around my neck and her beautiful face inches away. It blurred as I kissed her deeply, with much more than a brotherly kiss. We were kissing above, but we were also balling below!
"Ahhh. Ahhh!" I sighed, becoming lost once again in our incestuous paradise. How could anything be wrong that felt so right? My eager hands reached up between us to cup her marvelous boobs, then around and down her back to grasp her perfect buns. I even slid my finger down her cleft to feel where we were joining.
As always, we went on to a magnificent, mutual climax. My sister's thighs tightened on me as she rode it to the fullest, and I could feel her pussy seize my rod, as well. I lunged up into her, getting my rocks off like crazy and giving her yet another hot, thick load.
"Ooof. Ooof. Ooof!" she went, coming so much that I thought she'd never stop. "Ohhh, Nickie!"
"Oh, yeah. Damn. Ohhhhh!" I chimed in. "Ohhh, this is the best!"
Then it was time for lovely Angela's visit to end. I saw her off at the bus station, still scarcely believing what had happened during that wonderful week. I had fucked my own sister every which way and a multitude of times, with no end in sight!
To make a long story short, Angie came to see me other times, and I do mean "came"! Doubtless inspired by our affair, I made my construction business a success, and I even earned a college degree in night school. After a few years, she moved to the city herself, married Sam, and started to work in my office, where she's been-and where we often get it on!-ever since.
Sometimes, we still entertain ideas of running away and making our relationship our only one. We might move to a town where nobody knows us, and live together as husband and wife. But, for the reasons we discussed on our first night together, we know that wouldn't do.
And sometimes, our brother-sister bond almost becomes too strong, threatening to take us above the normal world and destroy us. But it's at precisely such times that we're thankful for the thing we decided that same night: to find and marry our opposites; partners who'd distract us from each other and help us keep our feet on the ground.
In my case, it was Janice. Speaking of down-to-earth, however, little did I know what a tough, earthy woman I'd find!
So I think I'll stay in flashback mode, and tell you how I met my amazing wife!