A sister's sexy party dress turns her brother on, until she tries to understand his urges, his needs, leading to their mutual pleasure
Sister Brother Sister/Brother Incest Family Sex Humping Dry Humping
Eric: It was an absolutely ordinary Saturday evening in my first year of college. Living at home, no girlfriend, avoiding my buddies with the lie that I was actually out on a date. Late, parents already in bed, and not all that interested in the movie I was watching. Envying my younger sister who did have a date. I hadn’t seen her leave with her date earlier, but it was approaching her curfew, midnight, so I assumed she’d be coming home soon.
Jenny: This was my second date with Colin; our first date went really well (a movie) and was a lot of fun. This time it was a party so I’d dressed up…well, in a party mode. I knew the dress, a green satin one, was pretty sexy; sleeveless, ended mid-thigh, and, yup, clung to every curve. I know I’m not, let’s say, overly well endowed, but I’ve got a pretty good set and I’m happy with my breasts. 34C, if you’re counting. Anyway, most of the party was fun. Lots of our classmates, some booze, obviously, although I stayed pretty sober, and lots of dancing.
But later the music slowed down for slow dancing. I’m fine with that and was happy to slow dance with Colin, but maybe he’d had more to drink than I had, and maybe the fabric of my dress was pretty slippery, but his hands kept ‘sliding’ down my back, resting at first on my rear and then beginning to squeeze my buns. Yes, a lot of other guys were doing it with their dates and, yes, a lot of the girls seemed ok with it, but this was only my second date. Just in time I reminded Colin that I had to get home before midnight. He laughed and asked “what, do you turn into a pumpkin if you’re late?” But he was good enough to drive me home.
Eric: I heard the car drive up and assumed it was Jenny and her date. I wasn’t really paying a lot of attention, watching the movie, but after about ten minutes I realized she still hadn’t come in. I went to the window and saw that the car windows seemed pretty steamed up, but I figured things were ok and, if she was late, it was Jen’s problem, not mine.
Jenny: The date had been ok, as I said, even if Colin had got a little handsy toward the end. To be honest, even though I was discouraging his slow dance squeezes, they kind of turned me on. I was happy to give him a goodnight kiss and happy for that to turn into a few more kisses, and then a few more. They got pretty hot, yes, but I liked that part. And contrary to my dance inhibitions I didn’t stop Colin when those same hands were reactivated in his car. Even if he was going places he really shouldn’t go on a second date he was, well, gentle and if I thought he was entering forbidden territory a gentle push from my hand was enough to dissuade him. But I was ok, well, a lot more than ok, when he found my 34Cs. He was gentle, slow, and I knew my nipples were hard in 20 or 30 seconds. It was obvious, their presence announced by their protrusions in the satin of my dress. I finally realized that it was a few minutes to midnight so with one last quick kiss I left Colin’s car and ran to our front door.
Eric: Jenny came in and I glanced up as she was hanging her coat and was, well, stunned. That green satin dress was like a second, shiny skin, begging to be touched, to have fingers sliding along, cruising her curves that it hugged. I was quite literally speechless. I’d never seen my sister in anything like that. I’d never seen her looking so damned hot. It was like something had just torn scales from my eyes and I was seeing her, this younger sister that I’d known all her life, that had lived in the same house as me for 18 years, as an incredibly sexy young woman. Even her skin seemed to glow as she walked between me and the TV, her hips and perfect, satin-covered rear right at eye level, four or five feet in front of me. I was honestly speechless. Any words I tried to speak would have sounded like grunting, I’m sure. She walked another step to clear my view of the TV, watched it a few seconds, hands on hips, and then decided to watch the movie with me.
Jenny: When I got to the door I had to stop and cool down. Ten minutes of serious…"goodbyes" had left me pretty damned hot. Tingling in new places, moist there too. This was kind of new to me. After I went in and took my coat off I had cooled down a bit, but I could still kind of feel Colin’s touches, his squeezes. My breasts, to be honest, seemed to have their own memory and were still sending pleasure currents to the rest of my body. And I knew my nipples were as proud and hard as ever. But I couldn’t stand in our foyer all night; I knew someone was watching TV in the living room. I wished no one was still up when I got home, but I was glad it was my brother Eric watching TV and not my parents. I tried to be casual but my body was feeling anything but casual. I stood for a second checking out the movie, then sat on the couch, joining Eric, crossing my legs and then my arms, hoping that Eric hadn’t noticed my nipple give away.
Eric: She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. I know, it’s a cliche, but she pretty much blew my mind when she did that. I don’t think she had any idea of her effect on me; why would she? I’m her brother, for crying out loud. And I don’t know if she had a clue how hot she looked. When she crossed her legs the hem on that green satin dress crept up her thighs and my senses were suddenly totally crossed over; my vision sense became my tactile sense. It was like it was my fingertips gliding up those thighs. And she crossed her arms; what was up with that? It was like she was sitting in judgment on the show or something.
Jenny: I was hoping we could both just watch the TV, but having left one guy in an aroused state my spidey sense was pretty acute and I was beginning to feel it in our own living room. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I could see Eric…checking me out. My brother checking me out? How screwed up was that?
Eric: And then…and then…I can’t explain it, how it happened. I mean, sure, I know how it happened; I suddenly reached over and pulled Jen toward me. No, I don’t know what was in my head. All I knew was that there was an incredibly hot young woman sitting a few inches away, someone that I used to wrestle with when we were kids. Maybe my brain shorted out and maybe my horny nerve connected with my little kid nerve. Anyway, I guess she was as shocked as I was.
Jenny: Suddenly Eric reached over and pulled me toward him. My instinct was naturally to push him off. I’m pretty sure my guard was still up from my session with Colin in the car, or maybe it’s always up. Anyway, he pulled me to him and kind of locked me in hug. Within seconds it was like we were kids again, tussling on the couch. It was like we were fighting over the TV remote again, except that it wasn’t. There was nothing to fight over, just me.
Eric: It probably only lasted seconds, but those seconds are burned into my mind. And hands. The feel of them sliding along her sides, her back, the smooth satin enabling, the warmth I could feel immediately beneath that thin layer of fabric, her, beneath that fabric. How can she be firm and soft at the same time? I wondered. But the gliding touch as my hands tried to find purchase; it was like my fingers were gliding along red hot steel, but without pain. No; with pleasure where the pain should have been.
Jenny: It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that my instinct, like I said, was to fight back, but in seconds I remembered this was Eric and I relaxed a bit, but still kept fending him off, trying to make a joke of it. Finally I slid across the couch away from my brother and I guess he gave up and stayed where he was. He turned back to the TV but I could see it in his face; I could see he was confused, embarrassed. I sat for a few seconds and waited. He turned only once back to me and I could see pain in his eyes. I got up and went to my bedroom to change out of my party clothes.
Eric: Finally after a minute or two my sanity returned and I realized what I was doing, that Jen was trying to get away, so I stopped. Then reality landed with a thud and I realized that what I had done was way out of line, that I had scared my sister. I was ashamed.
Jenny: Once in my room I slowly removed my clothes and changed into my usual sleepwear, an old white shirt of our dad’s, one that reached down mid-thigh. I sat for long minutes thinking about Eric and what had just happened. I wanted to understand it. I kind of felt like it scared me, but in a weird way I also kind of felt, well, turned on. Obviously my session in Colin’s car had turned me on in a conventional - if there is such a thing - way, but wrestling with Eric was, well, different. So I sat for about 10 minutes thinking about it and thinking about why he needed - why he wanted - to do what he did. Because it was clear to me that, somehow, he had a need. So, finally, I put my kimono robe on over my nightshirt, took a deep breath, and went back to the living room, hoping Eric was still there.
Eric: So I just sat there, not even seeing the movie, thinking ‘what have I done? Will Jen hate me? Will she tell our parents?’ And then she came back into the room. She had changed and had her, well, kind of a Chinese silky robe on that she liked to wear. Now I was really embarrassed; no, ashamed. I wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. I thought she was going to ream me out, threaten to tell our folks.
Jenny: I could see Eric was really - I mean really - embarrassed, and I instantly knew he was sorry, that he regretted what had happened. But that didn’t satisfy me: I wanted to know why it happened. And to be honest I still felt a kind of tingly feeling, some kind of weird mixture of being turned on with Colin and then having a physical wrestle with my brother.
Eric: She sat down, pulled her legs up under her, and watched the movie for a couple of minutes. I kind of knew that she hadn’t really come back for the movie and as we sat there without talking I kind of relaxed and began to think that maybe she wasn’t there to yell at me. So I was the first to talk and told her I was sorry. And I was; she was my sister and whatever made me do it was something that shouldn’t happen between a brother and a sister.
Jenny: After a few minutes Eric told me he was sorry. That helped, because I knew he meant it. I told him thanks, quietly. Then I pushed it a bit and asked him why he did it. Could he tell me?
Eric: When Jen asked why I did it it was really hard for me to answer. Partly because I was still embarrassed, partly because she still looked pretty hot to me, and partly because, honestly, I didn’t know why. I think I was refusing to let, well, certain thoughts enter my mind let alone say out loud, so I gave her a lame excuse and said I wanted to wrestle, like we did when we were kids.
Jenny: Eric was pretty hesitant, confused, even, so I had to push a bit more. I asked him what he was feeling; then and now. He told me he had wanted to wrestle with me, like kids, but I could see that even he didn’t really believe that.
Eric: Jen wouldn’t let it drop and kept asking me stuff. Finally I told her that she had seemed hot, really hot when she came into the room. Hotter than any girl I could remember seeing and that somehow just took over somewhere inside of me. Once I got started it was like I couldn’t shut up. I told her that she still looked pretty hot, but I had a hard time making eye contact when I told her that.
Jenny: Finally he kind of blurted out that I was hot; both when I came into the room and still, even sitting next to him in a kimono robe. Maybe I should have been shocked, hearing that from my brother, but I wasn’t; it seemed cute to me and, to be honest, I felt pretty complimented. I think I was beginning to understand how powerful sex was, what power a woman might hold for - or over - a man. I felt bad for him, feeling that way, doing what he did, and then feeling ashamed about it. I moved a little closer to him on the couch; I think my instinct was to comfort him, to try and remove his embarrassment and that was kind of funny, seeing that I was his younger sister
Eric: Jenny seemed to take what I said really well and I was relieved to get it off my chest, but I was still pretty ashamed. But she was really kind and clearly wasn’t offended or, I guess, shocked by what I’d done. In fact, she moved closer to me like she really wanted to talk to me about it. Somehow her manner didn’t scare me.
Jenny: I was really touched by what Eric told me and that he was being so honest with me. But I remembered the look that I’d seen in his eyes so I wanted to try and understand more, so I kept asking him how he felt when he saw me; not just that I looked hot, but how did he feel?
Eric: I was embarrassed by what I did; I told her that and I’ve said it several times here, but she seemed so concerned that I carried on and told her stuff that I’d never told anyone, that I didn’t have a girlfriend (she knew that), that with my university faculty there were very few girls, that I wouldn’t even know how to approach a girl, that I’d never really - and this was a really embarrassing part - touched a girl.
Jenny: When my brother really opened up to me it almost broke my heart; here was my older brother, going to university, and had no real experience with girls. I knew he didn’t have a girlfriend but I thought that was because he was a nerdy engineering guy. He was good looking as far as I was concerned and didn’t think he’d have any problem finding a girl friend. He seemed so down about it that I moved closer, right next to him on the couch.
Eric: My blurting stuff out to my sister seemed to have an effect. She didn’t say much but moved closer to me and took my hand. My feelings were pretty mixed; I was feeling real affection, ok, love, for her and at the same time I couldn’t get the image of her in that green dress out of my mind. Maybe it was the silkiness of her robe that reminded me of that satin dress, but some of those feelings were starting to come back but this time I really tried to push them away.
Jenny: I took Eric’s hand, rubbed it gently, and told him that there was no good reason for him not to have a girlfriend or to be worried about approaching girls. I tried to explain that girls weren’t really a mystery and have feelings and fears the same as he did. We were quiet for a while and I was thinking about what he’d said, that he’d never really touched a girl. That seemed ridiculous to me and out of nowhere I asked him if he’d like to touch me? Again, I hadn’t planned anything like that and I don’t know what made me say it, but I thought ‘no guy Eric’s age should have to say he’d never touched a girl’.
Eric: I couldn’t believe it when Jenny told me I could touch her. I was hit with feelings like thunderbolts. On the one hand I felt real concern and affection from her and for her. I felt what she was offering was a loving, sisterly thing to do. On the other hand…jade green dress. And then she simply took my hand and moved it up and down her arm.
Jenny: I took his hand and guided it up and down my arm and told him ‘see, girls - I - don’t bite’ which seemed to take some of the tension away. I thought then that maybe he’d mimic what I did with him, so I slipped my arm around him and kind of leaned in and sure enough his arms seemed to respond of their own accord and there we were, sitting on the couch, in a warm hug.
Eric: Jenny and I were hugging and when she leaned over and placed her head on my chest I bent over and buried my face on her shoulder, in her hair. I breathed in deeply, the first time I’d ever smelled a girl’s shampoo; Jen’s was lemony. Without even thinking about it I pressed my head down further and could feel the warmth of her shoulder under the robe. My lips kind of traced the curve of her shoulder and I felt her hands moving, kind of caressing my sides, my back.
Jenny: When I felt Eric’s head on my shoulder, his lips tracing it, I knew I was on to something, knew that I was heading in the right direction. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and it was, honestly, quite wonderful. I began moving my hands, gliding along his sides, realizing again that he was in very good shape. I could feel the muscles of his flanks and was suddenly seized with a compulsion to feel his abs.
Eric: When Jen’s hands began to move along my sides I did the same, sliding my hands along her side, feeling her kimono’s silk sliding along her skin beneath my fingers; a skin upon skin, it seemed. I was amazed that everything about my sister seemed soft. And warm. When her fingers began to skim along my abs I heard myself gasp slightly, felt myself shake a bit at her touch. Pretty sure she must have felt my response.
Jenny: Whatever his need, wherever it was coming from, I somehow knew I was meeting it when I felt his body tremble when I touched - well, let’s be honest here, caressed - his body. And I have to confess that I felt a kind of power surging through me, realizing again that I had some power, that I could affect a boy…a man…this way and I began to wonder how much power? How could I direct it? Could I control it or the man I was with?
Eric: It was getting hotter in the room; it was like someone turned the thermostat up and, drawing my head back from Jen’s hair, I knew she could feel it too, by her face, by her color. She hadn’t done anything to stop me, hadn’t pushed me or drawn back from our hug, so my hands seemed to take on a mind of their own and moved down her side, felt her hip pressed against mine, and began to glide along her thigh, the first time in my life I’d touched a girl’s thigh. It was amazing having just this single, thin, silky fabric between my hands and her warm skin. When I touched her there I felt her body shudder briefly and felt a sudden intake of her breath.
Jenny: It was warmer in the room now; warmer than when I’d come home and warmer than Colin’s car, for sure. Eric’s hands were getting more and more, well, ‘exploratory’, shall we say? On the one hand (sorry for the pun) my virtuous instincts told me to slow them down, to push them away from certain places they seemed to want to go. But on the other hand (and there was another active hand) I had given him permission - no, an invitation - to touch me. And honestly if there was a third hand, it would be allowed too: his touches, his caresses, his explorations were really turning me on. I felt somehow that I had a treasure map and that I was the only one that knew where the treasure, or treasures, were. And I surrendered to the idea that I would let Eric try to find those treasures. I was more than happy when gravity helped as my robe fell open leaving just one layer of fabric between me and Eric’s touch.
Eric: I was amazed that Jen didn’t stop me, didn’t pull back, didn’t change her mind. If anything she seemed to encourage me by hugging, cuddling closer, by moving her hands around my own body more and more. When I felt her robe open, I took that as permission to do the same and began to find places I’d never really thought existed, soft, warm parts, smooth areas that were almost made for touching, caressing. I discovered her thighs and when I began to stroke them it was like static electricity passing between her soft, warm flesh and my fingertips.
Jenny: I had started this, I knew, but I was beginning to realize it now had a mind of its own and I knew I didn’t want to change that mind. Eric’s touches, stroking, squeezing were turning me on far more than anything any boy, even Colin in the car, had done and I was honestly loving it. I felt his hand on my thigh and I shifted, sending another invitation.
Eric: I said I found her thigh, but before I got there I found her curves. My hand slid down her side, the robe shifting along with my touch, gliding, drifting down the concavity of that amazing place where her side meets her hip. I stroked her hip a few times and then moved down to her thigh. I heard a quiet moan from Jen then as I felt…learned…her thigh for the first time and then felt her shifting. Damn, I thought, she’s going to stop this, end it. But I was wrong; instead of stopping she shifted so that her thighs, pressed against me, were separating, opening another door for me and I was dying to enter that door. My hand caressed her thigh a few more times - more moans - and then began slipping between her legs.
Jenny: Somehow I now understood that Eric and I had discovered a whole new wordless language. As I separated my thighs it only took him a second to understand and accept my invitation. I felt my whole body shudder as his hand, not so tentative now, slipped between my thighs and began their new discoveries there.
Eric: You would think that a thigh is a thigh, but it isn’t. I loved my first touches of Jen’s thigh, but slipping between them was like entering another world, or a least a new cave; dark, but hotter, softer. As I felt that softness for the first time Jen began to shake and her hands and arms stopped moving; in fact she suddenly pulled me into a much stronger embrace. I kept caressing her inner thigh and began to trace it, moving upwards until I met the place where they were pressed together, thigh to thigh.
Jenny: I was starting to lose it as Eric caressed my inner thighs and reflexively pressed them together before I could gather myself and spread them again, more, even, for him.
Eric: It was only a second before she shifted again and opened her thighs so that I continued my explorations. Her warmth increased, and then there was something entirely new: a moistness I hadn’t felt anywhere else on her body. It was unmistakable and my fingers pressed harder into the space between her thighs until my index finger brushed against thin fabric. Very moist thin fabric.
Jenny: Taking my invitation, communicating again in our new wordless language, Eric’s hand slipped up my legs, my thighs, until he met my panties. If there had been static electricity with his touch before, this was like being struck by lightning. My whole body shook.
Eric: When Jen’s entire body seemed to seize up I stopped, moved my hand back, thinking that somehow I had hurt her. How else to explain the spasm that passed through her whole body, her reflexive clutching, her ragged breathing?
Jenny: At that time in my life I’d never heard the word ‘wanton’, but now I know that that’s what I suddenly became. With Eric’s hand driving me crazy, I pressed my lips to his ear and said “so you want to wrestle, eh?” and quickly pulled him - pulled us both, actually - down onto the couch. There was much shifting, realigning, squeezing as we fell together, now lying together on the couch. The move had left my robe completely open, completely useless as any kind of clothing. I began to faux tickle Eric, working at a pretend wrestle.
Eric: When Jen pulled us down onto the couch I almost froze, but the shifting, jiggling, pressing, and random touching woke me up as I realized at least two stunning things: I was hard now, hard as iron rebar, and my sister had made me hard. And the other thing; Jen’s robe was totally open and the shifting had pulled her sleepwear t-shirt up to her navel. Her panties were there, in full display for me, their dampness unmistakable. Even in my naive state I knew that she was as turned on as I was.
Jenny: I was very quickly going to another place. What had begun as an unsettling grapple with my brother, returning from my date, had become a sisterly concern for his feelings, for his reasons, and had changed to a cautious beginning, a mutual exploration, growing pleasure and need, and now, lying together, our entire bodies now touching, my nighty-t shirt hiked up, my bare legs and very thinly concealed mons pressing against my brother. That warm room was suddenly oven-hot.
Eric: Jen made a few moves, tickling me like we used to as kids, but quickly reverted to our embrace, our exploring, probing caresses. When my hand returned to its last spot, deep within her thighs she shifted a bit more, giving me unmistakable permission and access. I could feel my heart beating at an incredible rate, my breathing more ragged than anything else and I reached down and cupped her mound, feeling her heat, her moistness and the sudden jolt that shook and seized her whole body. I’d felt her body shudder earlier, but now, our bodies perfectly aligned head to toe, almost melded together, her seizure was profound. She gasped “oooohhh god. Oh my god…”
Jenny: We were getting there, I knew. I didn’t ‘where’ was, but I knew I wanted to go there. I knew, even as paroxysms of pleasure shook me, that there were limits, that we were sister and brother, that full-on sex, intercourse…ok - fucking…was out of the question, that incest was a line we could not cross. But my feral mind kept telling me ‘this isn’t incest…yet’.
Eric: I continued to softly cup my sister’s mons, my hand seized with some kind of primal instinct, squeezing gently as her moans grew louder. I suddenly realized our parents were sleeping, soundly, I hoped, just a room away and hoped our grappling, our sounds, would not wake them as I knew there would be no explaining this away as childish wrestling.
Jenny: Our bodies, pushing against each other now in every way possible, in every way we could devise were becoming more and more demanding, demanding more and more pleasure as our arousal began to totally take over. Somewhere in my mind, as I cast my leg over Eric’s and pushed against it as hard as I could, as the sexual scissors of my thighs, gripping his leg, pushing again, I realized that I - we - were rapidly losing the capacity for rational thought.
Eric: Jen’s thighs opened for an instant as her body shifted so that she was pressing against my leg now more than ever, as if that was becoming her body’s whole focus. And even through the cloth of my jeans the moist heat of her panties and what they enclosed announced itself to me. I seemed to be getting harder by the second, harder than I had ever been. When Jen’s thighs gripped me and her hips pushed against me my arms pulled her even closer to me; felt the skin of her navel pressing against my skin, felt her breasts, covered now by a flimsy shirt, pressing against me, and I pressed back, pushing my thigh against her mound, her mons, and felt, as much as heard, her gasp.
Jenny: It seemed as if we were thinking now as one mind, messages flashing back and forth faster and faster as both our bodies focused on Eric’s thigh, pressing against, almost beseeching, my mons. God, I was wet. I pushed against him again, beginning a kind of broken rhythm, and when his thrusting thigh responded, deep in his embrace, I began to shift us both, rolling onto my back so that he, staying with me, clutching me to him as a drowning man would hold on to a raft, we rolled together and shifted for a few seconds as I took my new position beneath him.
Eric: I didn’t expect it, but when Jen rolled onto her back I rolled with her. I realized my weight on her had to be relieved, so I instinctively placed my forearms on either side of her, holding me above her. There was a brief moment when our eyes met, when we had to admit to the other and to ourselves what we were doing, and then, watching her eyes close, watching the obvious pleasure washing across her face, I knew absolutely that this was what she wanted. I could still caress her thighs, could still touch her face, could still bury my face in her neck, breathe in her lemony hair. And I could still draw back, her robe now useless as a covering, and see her breasts beneath me, her nipples now proud, stiff, and shouting their presence to me. As I lowered myself carefully to her I could feel those nipples, those breasts first touching, then pressing against my chest, driving from my mind my instinct to take them between my lips.
Jenny: I spread my legs, my thighs, continuing to arrange our bodies together, giving Eric ample room. I drew my knees up, placing my feet flat on the couch, so that Eric was now comfortable in the valley of my thighs. As he arranged himself above me, looking into my eyes, I could feel his navel on mine, then felt for the very first time the unmistakable hardness of his cock pressing against me. I felt my vaginal juices flow as they’d never flowed before, panties changing instantly from moist to wet. I felt my last resistance crumble and fall aside as I thrust my hips against his, lifted us slightly with my effort.
Eric: I felt Jen shift her legs so that she was holding me now between her thighs and then felt her lift us both with her hips. Just the slightest pressure and the smallest lift, but it shot a jolt of pleasure through me like I’d never felt. What I did feel, though, was my rigid cock, harder than it had ever been, being lifted, being pressed by her mound. I pressed her in return as she lowered us to the couch.
Jenny: I lifted us again, and then once more and then there was a pause. It was a pause I think I’ll remember all my life, for what it began, what it signaled, and for what happened. What happened is that in the very short pause our eyes met. We each saw the undeniable need, the want, in the other’s eyes. And what happened then was a kiss. Neither of us saw it coming, I know, but it was so right that it just had to happen. Eric leaned down, still holding himself slightly above me, and kissed me lightly on the lips. Somehow I knew that that was what I had wanted, needed, since we began. Since I’d left Colin’s car, perhaps. He drew back, our gaze still locked, and I pulled him down, kissing him fiercely, my tongue demanding admission, his lips allowing it, so that within seconds our tongues were meeting for the first time. And it was like an electric circuit being connected for the first time as an almost shocking current of pleasure rocked us, shot through our bodies to our tongues.
Eric: We kissed. Several times. And they were my first real kisses with a girl, with a woman, and it was incredibly intoxicating. I didn’t care that it was my sister whose tongue was dancing with mine; she was so hot, so attractive, so…woman… that it simply accelerated my need. I broke the kiss and buried myself in her hair again and began thrusting my hips against her. She accepted me with a closer hug, pulling me right down upon her and then wrapping her legs around me, cocooning me in an unbelievable wrap of pleasure, of sex for the first time in my life. I began thrusting my hard cock, still encased in my jeans, against her. Three layers, I thought, three layers of fabric between me and her, and her soaking panties hardly counted in the bargain.
Jenny: There was no more messaging required as Erick began to thrust against me. Within seconds I adopted his rhythm and began meeting his thrusts. There are no good words for what we were doing; the usual de***********ion is “humping” or “dry humping” but there was absolutely nothing dry about it. I was soaking and in a few minutes I knew Eric’s shorts would be soaked too, but the sublime pleasure we were gathering, building, giving to each other as we rocked together on that couch, its springs quietly announcing our rhythm was so far beyond a banal term like “humping”. It was ecstasy, it was a sexual pleasure that I’d never come close to experiencing as my brother’s body, melded to mine, continued to press its hardness against my softness. And press it did, as with every thrust I could feel his hard cock against my pussy, could almost hear its plea for entry, for admission.
Eric: In seconds we were rocking in a perfect rhythm, mindful of the quiet noise the couch was making as it signaled our supine dance together. Through the fog of pleasure that had totally enveloped us some primal part of my mind reminded me that our parents were only 15 feet away, through one or two walls, and that our moans, our gasps, the squeaking of the couch, had to be kept to a quiet level. But that became harder and harder as our pleasure grew. At one point Jen’s moans became so loud that I fell upon her with a kiss, one that she eagerly accepted, one that lasted long seconds, quieting the noise of her sexual pleasure. My thrusts grew harder and harder, faster and faster as she began to find words again, for the first time in long minutes. She pulled my head down so that she could whisper into my ear “don’t stop…don’t stop…DON’T stop, Eric…it’s so good, soooo…unnnhhh…oh god, oh god, soooo good…” and then, from nowhere, it seemed, “I love you Eric, god, I looovve you”. I told her that I loved her too and began thrusting even faster. Finally, from Jen: “ohhhh god, Eric, don’t stop…I’m cumming…I’m OH GOD, I’m…UUUNNNGGH” as her body shook, lifting us both well off the couch, shaking as she’d never shaken before, gasping, her body convulsing with her orgasm. Did I know she was having an orgasm? Not consciously; I had never come close to this with a girl before, but some part of my brain did understand that I had just given my sister an orgasm.
Jenny: And, finally, there it was. No, there we were as my first orgasm with a man took me; shaking me like a rag doll, my limbs spasming around my brother, clutching him to me in a death grip. I learned later that the French call the orgasm “la petite mort”, the little death. So apt; I felt like I was dying, but dying of pleasure as every cell in my body was shot through with the pleasure my brother had given me, pleasure I’d never felt, pleasure I’d never dreamed of. My body shook and shook again, lifting us both from the couch until, the main wave having passed, we fell back onto the couch as the echoing smaller waves of my orgasm rolled through me, shaking us both. Only then did I realize that Eric had paused in his thrusts, in his lovemaking to me. I laughed, the joy of my climax still holding me in its grip, took his head in my two hands, smiled at him, and pulled him into a kiss and then said “now it’s your turn” as I thrust my hips against his, triggering a small frisson of pleasure as I did it.
Eric: My sister’s orgasm gave us our second pause as I stopped my thrusts as her body was overcome and convulsed with her climax. I waited as Jen’s orgasm shook us both, slowly receding, until with her kiss she signaled our resumption. So I began my rhythm, slow and gentle at first; I had no experience so I thought perhaps I would trigger another cataclysmic response from her, but her compliant, waiting body told me otherwise, so I began thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster as she too grew into the rhythm and our bodies returned to their perfect harmony, their new synchronicity. Within less than a minute I could feel it; I could feel my own orgasm approaching. I had had orgasms before, of course, had masturbated like any male my age, but this was different. The approaching storm of pleasure was announcing itself as something unprecedented, and it was. As it got closer and closer as I could vaguely hear my sister whispering in my ear “keep going, Eric, keep going, don’t stop…it’s beautiful, Eric, it feels amazing…give it to me, Eric, give it to your little sister…DO IT!!!” and that’s all it took, her whispered encouragement, her warm breath in my ear, on my neck, my cheek, her quick kiss, her hips rocking aggressively with mine, I was suddenly struck - really struck, almost knocked off the couch and off my sister as my orgasm arrived, blasting through my body, my suddenly totally rigid body, my cock beginning to pulse as it shot jet after jet of my semen toward my sister’s soaking panties, toward her hot, wet vagina, soaking my shorts as the pulses seemed unending. My first orgasm with another person, one unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Jenny: Suddenly my brother’s body seemed seized with a total paralysis as, holding himself above me, he made one last, hard thrust against me and stopped, his lips uttering a deep, guttural “UUUNNNGGHH, Jen…I’m cumming” into my ear. I reflexively pulled his rigid body to mine, feverishly running my hands up and down his back beneath his shirt, feeling the light sheen of perspiration there, clasping his rigid body to me, dimly conscious of a pulsing against my vagina as his body pumped his seed at me, blocked only by several layers of fabric. It was an incredibly emotional moment; I know I began to cry with the joy of it, all regret, all fear, all guilt banished from my mind. As I cried I laughed and felt my sobs being met with Eric’s. I held him to me, cooing and calming him as I whispered “it’s all right, Eric, it’s all right. That was amazing…you were amazing. I love you, and that so good that it can’t possibly be wrong. My god, Eric; that was the best sex I’ve ever felt; you’re the first guy that ever made me cum. I love you.”
Eric: I felt somehow like I’d run a marathon. After I came I could hardly keep holding myself above my sister and after I could feel her hands caressing my back for a while I think I began to cry. I don’t know why, but I was just overcome completely. My mind was a complete storm of feelings and confusion, until I began to register what she was saying, whispering to me. I caught words..”love…amazing…first…best” and finally understood her words of comfort, of permission, of love.
Jenny: There were long minutes of simple silence, lying beside each other, our embrace now relaxed but still holding us close. I placed my face against his chest as his hands idly stroked me and I laughed quietly; when he asked what I was laughing at I pointed out that we had produced a great deal of moisture; our tears, my very wet pussy (yes, that’s what I called it) and, as I laughed again, what must be, judging by his pulses, very wet shorts. He joined in the laugh until we returned to our quiet embrace. After a quick kiss we talked about what we had done, what we had felt, how much pleasure each had given the other, all in a conspiratorial whisper. We talked about whether we could ever do it again - that was not decided either way - and how we had a secret now, a taboo that couldn’t see the light of day.
Eric: We talked about things then that I would never have imagined; what we’d done, what we had to do now to keep our secret and what the future might hold. Neither of us spoke out loud about crossing the final taboo line, of eventual full and irrevocable incest. Somehow we seemed to know that time would tell us and that time, events, and our feelings might guide us, that this night might never be repeated…or that we may become real lovers. With that, and realizing it was almost 2:00 AM, we reluctantly pulled ourselves up from the couch and checked it very carefully for signs of our passion, evidence of our sexual encounter. “There’ll be some discrete laundry tomorrow, when Mom and Dad are out, I’ll take care of it” my sister assured me and with that we went to our separate bedrooms.
Jenny: all evidence of our activities safely gathered and piled for discrete laundering by me, we went to bed. But I couldn’t sleep right away. I lay in my bed for probably 20 minutes as the memories flashed through me, as my body remembered my brother’s touch, his welcome weight upon me, our entanglement, his thrusting against me and as I felt my moistness returning I began to touch myself and was very quickly squeezing, fondling, probing until, my mind’s eye seeing my brother holding his body above mine, I came…came with the strongest self-induced orgasm I’d ever had. And then fell asleep.
Eric: I went to bed but couldn’t stop thinking of Jen, my sister lying in her bed on the other side of my bedroom wall. Was it my imagination or could I hear her soft moans and gasps as I clutched my rigid penis, stroking my cock to her sounds, cumming quickly into a bundle of tissues that I’d grabbed from my bedside table? And why did this climax come so powerfully? As I thought about that I, too, fell asleep.