Having finally crossed the taboo line of incest, Sam and Andy, sister and brother, continue, their mutual love driving each to give the other as much pleasure as possible.
Andrew and Samantha, brother and sister, lay together on her bed, cuddling for awhile in their post-coital glow, then rolled onto their backs, their hands wandering idly over the other’s body, quietly caressing, gliding, celebrating the contours of the other.
“Ok, bro, about that condom,” Sam began, “I tried to tell you; we don’t need them. I should have told you this week, or on the swing tonight, I guess, that I went to see the hospital’s ob/gyn resident, Dr. Fulton. A lot of the students have seen her so I knew what to expect. She went through all the options with her and I chose…ummm… an IUD. So she inserted it last Tuesday. She said there might be a bit of pain for a few days but that it would go away. Turns out there wasn’t any and I can’t even feel it. Not even when your, ahem, massive cock was inside me. So what was that about? You know I was a virgin, WAS, until you came along, bro, so no worries about STDs, right? So what was it? Belt and suspenders, as Dad likes to say?”
At this he laughed and rolled on to his side. “Sam, I knew that our first time would be amazing. I had no idea how amazing, but I knew it would be good. I knew that you were a virgin, that I was going to take my sister’s cherry and, like I promised, I knew I’d have to be gentle, slow, and really restrained. But I knew that that would be almost impossible for me. I wanted this so damned much, needed you so badly, that I thought I’d probably last about five seconds once we, well, once I was really inside you. I knew that absolutely, sis, so I knew I had to do something to help me. The condom was my answer. And it worked. Yes, it desensitized me a bit, but I could also feel you, feel how hot you were, amazingly, Sam, I could feel how wet you were,” to her sudden blush. He wondered that either of them, after the intimacy they’d just shared, the passion of their incestuous joining, still had the capacity to blush. “And you were amazing, Sam, I’ve never felt pleasure, or anything, like that in my life. I was right; without the condom I know I couldn’t have lasted more than five or ten seconds. It helped me, Sam, and I could hold off just long enough for you to cum. That was more important to me than anything, sis, that you feel as much pleasure as possible.”
“Mission accomplished, Drew. You were absolutely amazing. I’ve known ever since our ‘lessons’ began that I wanted you to be my first and now I know how right I was. My first and, who knows, my long term lover? Because I really love you, Drew. And I’ve had orgasms before, obviously, but the ones you’re giving me are unbelievable.”
“Well, you know, I’m kind of a virgin still.”
“What? How do you figure? One night and how many times with Julie?”, their first mention of Sam’s best friend with whom Andy had had his, and Julie’s, first sex several weeks before. “And, HELLO, what you and I just did. I know I’m not a virgin any more; how do you figure you’re still one?”
“Because I’ve never, well, gone, you know, bareback as the guys say. Never had sex without a condom. You’ll be my first, so I guess in a way, Sammy, you’ll get to take your brother’s virginity. How does that sound?”
“Incredibly hot. And I don’t care if you cum in two minutes, Drew. Two minutes might even get me off, it’s so damned hot having sex with my brother. I never dreamt how hot it would be. I hate to get, you know, porno on this, but I can’t wait to feel you cum inside me, I mean really cum in me, no condoms, nothing between us.” As she spoke he felt the blood rushing again to his penis, his cock leaving its flaccid state, becoming harder until in a minute or so it was hard again, rigid against his sister’s thigh.
Suddenly he returned to the focus on all of his senses, hearing his sister’s breathing, smelling Sam’s scent, an intoxicating mix of her skin’s soap, light sweat, and her sexual musk. Suddenly he said to her “I have to taste you,” and quickly sat up, slipped down beside her on her bed. She laughed as she immediately understood his intent, and began spreading her thighs for him, laughing even harder as his head descended, as he shuffled around, the bed bouncing lightly with their movements, until he was on his knees between her spread legs.
He began lightly caressing her inner thighs marvelling again at their softness, their lithe firmness, then slid his legs back, slipping into a supine position, adjusting his position slightly, giving himself perfect access to her. Her laughter quietened as she grasped his head lightly, gently guiding himself - as if he needed guidance or encouragement - to her. He leaned in, breathed deeply of her scent, her musk much stronger after their first lovemaking. He nudged her fur gently with his nose, then pressed it further in, pushing toward her vaginal opening. Feeling it touching, hearing her gasp, his lips, then his tongue, replaced his nose as he pressed further, touching, smelling, and beginning to taste his sister all at once. As his tongue began its work, as he revelled in her fresh tart and slightly salty taste he had to move his hands to her thighs, stabilizing and restraining her shaking under his touch.
Sam’s body tensed as she instantly understood his intent, then relaxed slightly as she felt his soft and warm breath on her pussy’s fur, felt his loving nuzzling as he approached his goal and then suddenly stiffened, her body taken by a total rigour mortis of pleasure as his tongue entered her for the first time. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her rigour becoming almost a death grip on the fabric. Suddenly her brother’s tongue occupied more than her vaginal places; its touch, its strokes pushed every other thing from her mind and its pleasure became her mind, then her world, then her universe.
Sam’s body shook involuntarily more and more as her brother continued his hungry, urgent licking, his tongue’s demands growing, his hands working harder to keep her stable enough for him to continue. His tongue then ventured up her opening, feeling her hot and wet labia on either side, until he found her clitoris and as his tongue first circled it and then licked it hard her body exploded in another orgasm, so volcanic that he had to briefly withdraw, licking her juices from his lips, his chin as her body spasmed and bounced on her bed, until, coming down from her euphoric orgasm, he plunged back to his work, his tongue this time finding her vaginal opening, pressing into the place where his finger and cock had already discovered and, once again, triggering a second rapid-fire orgasm for his sister. “Drew…god…DREW…stop. I can’t AAAHHH take it any more. I have to rest,” as her brother raised his head, her juices dripping from his lips, and smiled, licking her juices, tasting her, well on his way to being a connoisseur of his sister’s vaginal tastes.
As his sister’s body continued to be wracked by her orgasm, slowly receding, coming farther and farther apart, Andy sat back on his haunches, still lightly caressing Sam’s thighs and wondered at the miracle he’d just created. He had eschewed religion some time ago, but with almost a biblical epiphany he suddenly understood that this was his religion, that all faith that he could muster would rest with his sister, with his love for her, and that her body lying before him, still shaken by the pleasure he’d given her, was the altar that he wanted to worship at. For the rest of his life.
As for her, Sam lay on her back, eyes closed, as her hands glided down her body, feeling the same fur that her brother had just nuzzled, cupped the same vulval mound that had opened to greet his tongue, gently caressing herself, burning the memory of his gift into her mind.
When he judged she couldn’t take any more without cumming he slipped off his haunches, quickly resumed his place beside her, and kissed her hungrily, deeply so that she could for the first time taste herself, her juices, and felt the thrill of her first taste as her body convulsed against him. He knew then that his sister was ready to receive him, that they were both ready. He took his position again above her and, more quickly than their first time, began entering her, feeling the raw, uninhibited wet heat of her for the first time on his straining cock. Oh god, he thought, stunned by the contradictory feeling of her tightness, her near virginal muscles grasping him and feeling at the same time how her juices made his passage smooth, free. He remembered his first time with Julia, her tightness, but knew somehow that his sister was even tighter, gripping his erect phallus more than Julie ever did. He didn’t know that he would never have sex again with a woman as tight as was his sister that night.
But all of this, his feeling of her hot, wet passage, passed through his mind in a millisecond as he first kissed her, then buried himself in her hair again, and began his rhythmic thrusts into Sam. From the second he first entered her fully, from his very first deep thrust into his sister’s vagina her body shook beneath him and he again heard her incoherent moans, broken words, groaning pleas as his cock drove into her again and again. Time lost any reference; as their melded bodies rocked together, as his thrusts grew faster, deeper, as their bodies began to feel their oncoming orgasms, time seemed at once to draw out to an eternal moment while also freezing itself into the very microsecond of creation, the instant the universe was created as, indeed, the siblings’ universe, together, was being created as their orgasms struck them at the same instant, as his cock began to strain within his sister, as she felt his cock pulsing, feeling for the very first time the heat of his seed as his pulsating cock with each spasm shot rope after rope of cum into his sister’s vagina. Both came harder then that they had ever in their lives, brother and sister reduced to deep moans, each face buried in the other’s neck as their bodies, slick now with sweat, sought every possible contact with the other, as if each wanted more than just Andy’s cock inside his sister, as if they somehow wanted to meld into one incestuous body.
After long minutes, after Andy had collapsed onto his sister, after Sam had unwrapped her legs from her brother’s sweating body, after he finally found the strength to roll off her and to take her into his arms, holding her tight as the echoes of her orgasm, slowly receding, convulsed her body, they were finally able to recover themselves, to leave the cloud of their euphoric pleasure, to lay facing together, and to recover their consciousness. They were overcome by their post lovemaking languor, each casually caressing the other. Finally, from Sam came “open the curtains, Andy, and open the window. No one can possibly see us now and I want to feel the breeze on me. Oh, and we better get used to opening windows; anyone will smell our sex, won’t they? We need to remember that.” And as her brain came down from her orgasm and began to function again she added “and we need to watch for stains; now that you won’t be using condoms anymore there’ll be a lot of stains, I think. Even with one I think I probably stained our sheets enough for both of us.”
Andy smiled at his sister’s logic, her nursing student practicality returning to protect them, to guard their incestuous secret. He leaned over to her ear and whispered “it’s an interesting word, isn’t it: incest.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, it somehow even feels evil, it’s like a hissing snake: iiinnncccesssst,” he hissed.
She laughed and, reaching down between them and lightly grasping his still-wet flaccid cock, said “speaking of snakes…” and laughed again.
“I thought you were afraid of snakes?”
“Not your snake, big brother, on the contrary,” and then, more sombrely and quietly asked “Drew, are we going to hell for this? Are we?”
“There is no hell, Sam, and there is no heaven except what you just gave me. Sex with you, being able to make love to you…that’s heaven. And if I do have to go to hell, Sam, it was…it will be…well worth it.”
“On that note, can we sleep now? The first time I’m sleeping with my brother. Andy, you’ve worn me out…in the best way possible. My body is still humming and it will for a long time. I’m tired in a blissful way, Andy.” And reaching and pulling him to her, she kissed him warmly, lovingly and then turned on to her other side, slipping back toward her brother, who accepted her invitation slipped across her bed to meet her body and cuddled her, spooning together, his arm holding her to him.