As long as we’re telling everything, I have to tell about my relationship with Katie. She was, of course, a very attractive teenager. She wanted to cuddle with me nearly every day; I couldn’t help but become aroused. She also wasn’t bashful around me. She didn’t walk around the house unclothed, but she thought nothing of changing clothes in front of me. When she got 18, things changed in a big way. We started doing things that dads and daughters just should not do. Without going into detail, we did pretty much everything except have intercourse. She even asked me to do that and I still don’t know how I ever mustered the will power to say no. I certainly wanted to. Then after she had started a sexual relationship with Tommy, she begged me again and I, being the weak bastard that I am, did not resist. We made love. She was, of course, experienced by then and it was just unbelievable sex in so many ways.
I’m getting ahead of myself. All of that sleeping in the same bed every day and almost daily oral sex came to a screeching halt when Jen and Tommy moved in with us after Jen’s divorce. Tommy works from home for a large cable TV company, doing technical support. Jen supervises an office where they do online classes for secondary and elementary schools. After they moved in, we quickly became one big happy family.
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Jennifer
It’s hard for me to write about these things. I’ve always considered myself to be a good person, but when I examine the things I’ve done, I know I’m far from it. First, I had sex with my twin brother, Jackson from the time we were 18 for about 4 years. We only stopped when I got married. One last “fling” got me pregnant and I had a son, Tommy, 9 months after I married.
During my marriage, I became addicted to pornography. I do blame my husband, because he enjoyed watching it before we had sex, or maybe even while we were having sex. I remember thinking that I never had needed any artificial stimulation when I was having sex with my brother. I guess that taboo of having sex with a family member is stimulation enough.
Anyway, I became addicted to that filth. When Dave, my husband, became distracted by his many other women, I started watching it by myself and taking care of my own needs. Then one day, after we were divorced, I caught my son, Tommy watching it and masturbating. I certainly have no qualms about masturbation, but I nearly lost my mind when I realized he was watching porn.
I confronted him, and one thing led to another. His very horny, very sex-starved mother gave him oral sex. He wanted more, and eventually I gave into that, too. It was amazing and I quickly became as addicted to it as I had been to my brother back in the day. Physically, Tommy’s perfect. Tall, well-built, handsome — and has a thick 9 inch cock that would fit just perfectly into his horny mother’s pussy. And I loved it. A lot.
Not long after that, we moved out to the farm where I grew up. We moved in with my brother and his daughter, Katie. Katie and Tommy, of course, assumed that they were first cousins. Despite that, they fell in love. That’s understandable because, as perfect as Tommy is, Katie is his match. She’s as pretty as any girl, and has intelligence and personality as well. I knew that we had to tell them that they were half-siblings, which we did.
If you’re familiar with our story, you know that when Jackson (I’ve called him Jackson, Jackie, Jack, Jack-off, and many other things) and I were teenagers that we used to take “walks” and go to “our special place”. At first, it was very innocent. Twins just have this thing that I can’t explain. It’s almost like we’re the same person. From the time we were small, we felt the need to be near each other. We had a special place at the back of our farm where we would go to be alone. All innocent. Just a place to be alone with each other. As we got older, if something was bothering one of us, we would take that walk and discuss it. It always seemed to help.
Our special place was actually just a boulder out in a creek. We could sit on it and dangle our feet in the water. If it was too cold for that, there was a small meadow with several trees nearby where we could sit and just enjoy being with each other.
When we started developing, we became curious about each other’s bodies. My curiosity was never quite satisfied, but I would look for opportunities to see Jack in various stages of undress. Sometimes I would see his penis and it always sent an unexplainable thrill through me that I didn’t understand.
When we would visit our special place, Jack would sit behind me to, ostensibly, give me a shoulder rub. I guess, at first, that was all it was. But it soon became more than that. It became an unspoken game where my brother would rub my shoulders, then down my arms, and eventually his hands would grasp my breasts. I always wore a bra, so I couldn’t even feel it that much. At first, I stopped him immediately and acted angry about it. I knew he should not be touching me in that way. I think I hurt his feelings a few times by the way I reacted.
As we got older, however, I started looking forward to him touching me that way, even if it was just for a few seconds. I couldn’t let him know that I liked it, but I did let his “feels” get longer and longer. It wasn’t like he was massaging them or pinching my nipples or anything. He just held them and, maybe, squeezed them a tiny bit. Just enough to get a feel. Instead of immediately making him stop and chastising him, I began to let him get his feel and, after 10 to 15 seconds, I reluctantly would take his hands and place them in my lap and hold them. I didn’t say anything. He had no idea whether I liked it or not. But I did like it — I longed for him to play with them to his heart’s content, to take my top off and to suck and lick them. I would often masturbate thinking about my precious brother kissing my naked breasts, or even being naked with me, just laying together.
It wasn’t until we were 18 that I realized that I was in love with him. He had gone on a trip and we were separated for a week. It was like a bad case of homesickness. I thought I would go crazy before he got home. I decided that I had to tell him that I was in love with him and just let the chips fall where they may. I also decided that I had been unfair to him. I had enjoyed the way he touched me, yet I had never told him. I was sure that he was feeling guilty for what he had done and had assumed that I was just tolerating his awful behavior.
I couldn’t wait to take one of our walks when he got home. This time, though, I didn’t wear a bra. I had a sweatshirt on to hide that fact, but when we were walking through the woods on the way to our special place, I took the sweatshirt off. I will never forget how his eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw that I was braless. It still excites me to think back on how he was looking at me, unable to keep from staring. I was 18 years old and I had a great body. My breasts were C-cups and they stood up proudly, with absolutely no hint of sag. As shy as I was at that age, I knew that I had a good body and that guys liked it; especially my boobs.
This time, when I sat between his legs and he started massaging my neck, shoulders, and back, I couldn’t wait for him to touch my breasts. I was shaking I was so nervous, but I was also eager for his touch and I knew that I would not deny him. Not this time. When he, tentatively, touched my braless breasts through my tight, thin, tee-shirt I nearly passed out from sheer pleasure. When he tweaked my nipples just the tiniest bit, I leaned back into him, lay my head on his shoulder and told him how good it felt. That moment, in my mind, is the most sensuous of my life. I soon had my shirt off and he was sucking and licking my breasts. I knew at that moment that I was his and that I would give him anything he wanted.
That very day we made love for the first time. After that, we did it as often as we could. We learned how to do oral sex on each other. I couldn’t get enough of him. I never did get enough of him. I was so in love with him and I still am.
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Jackson
When Jen and Tommy moved in with Katie and me, Jen and I decided that we had to make some ground rules for the two of us. There was no doubt, in either of our minds, that we were still very much attracted to each other. We were still in love, we always had been, and we always would be. That, however, didn’t mean that we would be having sex. That part of our lives had to remain in the past. We hadn’t done anything with each other in 20 years.
We agreed that we would be careful how we were dressed around each other. We wouldn’t talk about how we “used to be”. No sensual kissing. Things like that. I have to admit that the thought of resuming a sexual relationship with my sister crossed my mind quite a bit. She was still fantastically sexy. She didn’t seem to age. She could easily have passed for 30. No fat that I could see. Long, shapely legs, big beautiful breasts, gorgeous face and hair. That didn’t even really matter, though. I loved her, no matter what she looked like. Her physical attributes were just bonuses. She was so desirable.
Katie and Tommy had gone over to town to watch a baseball game one afternoon. Jen and I were sitting outside enjoying the weather. It was a perfect, sunny day, which was a nice break since it had rained hard the night before. A nice breeze was blowing. Jen mentioned that she was debating whether to take a nap or go for a walk.
I told her that I would enjoy a walk, so we changed clothes and started walking toward what used to be our “special place”. As we walked, I reflected on that first time, 24 years previously, when she had allowed me to freely feel of her perfect young breasts, had removed her shirt, and how that had led to our making love. I reflected on how different things were now. We still loved each other; maybe more than ever. But the relationship had changed. I wouldn’t be sitting there trying to feel my of my sister’s breasts. How insulting that would be now! I wasn’t a teenager anymore. That kind of behavior could be excused with a hormone-crazed teenager. I was 42 years old. A widower. Mature. Beginning to be an old man with a somewhat diminished sex drive.
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