Eric and Jenny continue to recount their adventure together after Jenny wears another green satin dress to her graduation dance.
Eric: It was almost like deja vu; it was a Saturday night and I was still spending my evening watching a movie on TV while my sister Jenny was out on a date. But this time it was different; it was her graduation dance. I had graduated high school a year before and had just finished my first year of my university engineering course, but I could hardly remember my own grad; it was nothing spectacular, nothing to really remember or cherish. The girl I took to the grad and I never really hit it off, so I hadn’t seen her since. Jen, on the other hand, had no shortage of guys lining up to taker her to her grad.
Jenny: Every girl and most of the guys in our school had been looking forward to our graduation dance for months. The guys had been screwing up their courage to ask girls to go with them and the girls had spent months deciding on their dress; once that was decided everything seemed to fall into place. I had known for months what my dress was going to be.
Eric: It had been over six months since that memorable night when Jen returned home in the sexiest dress I’d ever seen; a jade green satin sheath that clung to her body like a second skin. It had triggered a primal response in me, driving me to grab her while she sat on the couch next to me, pretending to “wrestle” with her as we had as kids. Neither of us was fooled, of course, and my arousal quickly changed to shame.
Jenny: The night Eric and I wrestled on our couch before our TV, our parents sleeping in their room on the other side of the room, had been one of the most eventful evenings of our lives. After Eric faux wrestled with me, after we tussled for a few seconds on the couch, after I escaped from his embrace, and after I returned to the couch ten or fifteen minutes later, changed into my usual outsized shirt for sleeping, I tried to understand what had driven Eric and, well, one thing led to another.
Eric: That night, six months before, had been amazing. Before that Jen and I had been like any other brother and sister growing up; only a year apart we had the usual occasional friction and disagreements, but that had ended in our late teens and on that night - that’s what we came to call it, That Night - her concern for me, her kindness, her love, frankly, had overwhelmed me. Knowing my complete inexperience with girls she had allowed…no, invited…me to touch her. Every touch was amazing, every caress discovered a new thrill for me and every one of her touches seemed nothing but loving.
Jenny: As I said, one thing led to another and Eric and I ended up lying together on the couch and, inevitably, I was on my back, my brother was above me, and we began that eternal dance together. No, not real sex; we didn’t cross that line. Somehow we knew we couldn’t cross that line, but with a few thin layers of cloth between us we could feel each other; really feel; I felt his hardness, his stiff cock pressing against my mound and he felt my heat and how wet our touches, caresses, kisses had made me.
Eric: We both came that night and it was beyond amazing. We’d both masturbated, of course, and had both had orgasms, but this was quantum levels beyond that. So much better that on the few occasions that we actually discussed it over the past six months we began to understand that the reason was, simply, love; that each of us loved the other and that giving the other so much pleasure pushed our orgasms into hyper drive. It was a valuable lesson that we were learning, about both sex and love, and realizing that the two don’t always, or often, perhaps, go together.
Jenny: After That Night we were incredibly careful and circumspect, not just because we didn’t want our parents to know but also because we knew that we had opened a box, a very special box, just the tiniest crack and realized what power there was inside that box. We realized that there was a kind of energy within it that neither of us knew how to control. We knew that opening that box would be a one-way street and that we might never be the same after and would not be able to undo whatever we did.
Eric: I was changed after That Night; toward Jenny, obviously, but also toward other girls. I became a lot more confident in my relationships with girls, few as they were, because Jenny had shown me how I had been able to please her, to touch her, to discover a young woman’s body, and to use my body for her pleasure. No, I never came close with other girls in the next six months, but I was suddenly a lot more sure of myself and was not afraid to approach them, to talk to them, to ask them out. I realized that the worst that could happen was that they’d say no and I was amazed to realize how few said no. I didn’t have dates every weekend; I’m not sure I even wanted that many, and I didn’t have a girlfriend but, then, I wasn’t really looking for one.
Jenny: That Night didn’t change my love life; I was lucky in that department and still seemed popular. I had my fair share of dates but never settled on any particular guy as a boyfriend. I was enjoying “playing the field” as our Mom put it. But like most of my friends I settled on one fellow, Pete, as my graduation date and spent considerable time preparing for the big night.
Eric: I said That Night changed things; one of the things it changed was how I saw, how I treated Jenny. It took a long time to screw up my courage to talk to her about what had happened, what we’d done. And, most importantly, what we hadn’t done. When we finally talked she seemed relieved to discuss it, to put it all out there, to explain our feelings, and try to understand those feelings. What struck me was how often the word “love” entered into our talk.
Jenny: Eric and I didn’t talk about That Night for several weeks and even avoided each other’s presence for a while. We had to be careful about even that as we didn’t want our Mom (Dad wouldn’t notice anything) asking questions. It was a kind of conundrum; we didn’t want to be too close, especially alone, with each other but didn’t want it to look like we were avoiding each other. Trying to be ‘normal’ was a lot harder, we realized, than it looked. But eventually we knew we would have to talk about it.
Eric: Even though she’s my younger sister, Jenny took the initiative. One weekend in my Mom’s presence she asked if I wouldn’t mind driving her somewhere. I was surprised by the request but quickly agreed. Once we had driven away from the house Jen immediately changed our destination and told me to drive to a park a couple of miles from our home, explaining that we needed to talk. I was a little nervous, wondering what was coming.
Jenny: When we got to the park I told Eric to come with me as I walked to one of the park’s unused ball diamonds. We sat together in the bleachers and I began the discussion. It was hard to start, but soon my halting beginning opened a conversational gate and we opened up to each other.
Eric: Once we had begun talking it seemed hard to stop. I was amazed that the two of us could talk so much and for so long about what was, really, a single topic: our relationship. But our slow start and hesitation quickly changed to an easy, fluid give and take as together we tried to understand what we had felt, what it meant, how we felt about each other. And that was easy; we said how much we loved each other, how that was never going to change. What we didn’t decide…what we couldn’t decide…was the future.
Jenny: As we spoke I think each of us remembered, almost relived, the incredible feelings and powerful pleasure that had engulfed, almost drowned, us That Night. We agreed it was a powerful thing but neither of us wanted to open that box much further, at least for now. Our discussion ended with a chaste, brotherly kiss from Eric. To anyone watching we would have looked like boyfriend/girlfriend out on an afternoon. Deep down, perhaps we knew that that’s what we were becoming.
Eric: That weekend discussion really helped clear the air, as did the few times we talked about it after, always when our parents were away or safely elsewhere in the house. But we didn’t need to talk. We began to communicate in other ways. Jen’s eyes began to tell me so much; her glances became loving, lingering when it was safe. If the eyes are the window of the soul as the poet says, then it was obvious to me that Jen’s soul held a lot of love for me.
Jenny: We became very careful, but when it was safe and away from our parent’s eyes Eric would occasionally take me into a hug and it was exhilarating to feel our bodies pressed against each other again, to feel his warmth against me. I didn’t feel tempted by his touch; on the contrary it seemed to recharge a battery somewhere in me, one that we had discovered That Night, one that powered a genuine affection, a real love for my brother.
Eric: I finished my college classes before Jen finished her last high school year and had begun my summer job, labouring on construction sites. I loved the job; getting outside after being cooped up all year in classrooms was very liberating and very soon I was in excellent physical shape, every day a workout, and was becoming tanned quickly. I was amused to watch the graduation preparations that seemed to consume our home as Jen and Mom fussed and organized every detail of the process. I laughed and kidded them both, comparing the approaching grad to a wedding. They didn’t seem amused.
Jenny: The grad was approaching and I tried to keep an even keel about it; some of my friends had become obsessed and could talk about nothing else. I didn’t want to be them, I wanted to enjoy my grad but I wanted to keep it in perspective. I knew that it was a real milestone in my life, that I would be passing from a school girl to a young woman, from a structured high school life to a free and, hopefully, responsible college student.
Eric: Six months before I’d been off doing something when Jen left on her date in that amazing, hot green satin dress; I didn’t see her…and that dress…until she came home just before midnight. The rest of That Night is history, but I didn’t want to miss her departure this time for her grad dance, so I made sure to be around the house on that Saturday. I fussed around doing chores, worked on my truck, anything to stay out of the house and the hurricane of activity that grad preparations meant. Finally, just before dinner, I wandered back into the house, timing my arrival for about ten minutes before Jen’s departure for the dance.
Jenny: The day of the grad dance is probably one of those days you remember for the rest of your life. I certainly will. I’ll spare the details, but just before dinner I was ready for Pete to pick me up. Makeup very lightly applied, hair done and up (with Mom’s help, of course) and grad dress on, the short wait seemed like an eternity.
Eric: I was in the kitchen drinking a soda, cooling down from my day’s activities when Jen came down the stairs from her room. I say “came down”, but it was like she floated down the stairs, a completely different girl from the one I’d seen earlier in the day. No, more than that; she looked every inch the young woman that she’d become. Hair done up, makeup so artfully applied that at the same time it heightened the color of her eyes, put the slightest blush on her cheeks, and brought all of her beauty out. And her dress: I know I actually caught my breath when I saw it. Once again satin, jade green, but not the dress she’d worn on That Night. No, this one was full length, a true gown that combined a perfect fit above her hips, once again clinging to her curves while at the same time flowing down to the floor. I learned a new term later that evening; Mom told me that in making it she’d “cut it on the bias” so that even the portion below her hips seemed to perfectly outline Jen’s shape, to drape her legs almost lovingly. The contrast between her stunning dress and my loose gym shorts and dirty t-shirt couldn’t have been more profound.
Jenny: I was nervous, as I said, waiting for the evening to begin but the most striking thing, I think, was the obvious amazement on Eric’s face when he first saw me. I think he was genuinely speechless. I didn’t know what to make of the look on his face. Surprise, obviously, but also a wide smile of approval. When Pete arrived I was sent off with a hug from Mom, a kiss on the cheek from Dad, and, yes, a smile, a kiss on the cheek, and a hug from Eric.
Eric: It was a long evening; I wanted a full report from Jen when she returned home. Around 11:30 Mom asked if I’d be up for awhile and when I said yes she told me that Jen had a midnight curfew, as usual, and she and Dad were heading to bed. I returned to my movie and waited. It wasn’t long before I heard the telltale arrival of a car out front, a short pause, and then the sound of a car door shutting. And short seconds later I heard the front door opening.
Jenny: It had been a wonderful dance, everything a graduating student could hope for. Excellent dinner, good music, lots of dancing, and a general shared rejoicing as we all mixed the sadness of our approaching parting with the joy of beginning a new phase in our lives. Pete was an absolute gentleman and returned me home just in time for my curfew. I entered the house to find Eric the only one still awake.
Eric: We immediately embarked on a complete review of the evening; somehow I realized that Jen was enjoying it all over again in the retelling and, prompted by a few questions from me here and there, her account went on for over half an hour. Finally she slid across the couch and cuddled against me, my arm automatically taking her into a brotherly hug. We were quiet for probably ten minutes, each watching the movie on TV, neither really paying attention.
Jenny: Even though the dance was done, even though I was home again, even though I’d given a complete review to Eric, I didn’t want it to end. I still felt like dancing. “Downstairs” was all I said to Eric.
Eric: After that quiet rest and pause Jen looked up at me and whispered “downstairs”. I didn’t know what she meant and my quizzical look must have told her that. We had a family room in our basement with TV, stereo, couch, games table, and fridge but was really only used by Jen, me, and our friends. Our parents encouraged us to take our noise and parties down to the room as barely any sounds escaped to the living floors. My sister was silent as she arose, magnificent in her gown, picked up her tiny matching handbag, took my hand, and led me down the stairs.
Jenny: Eric was easily persuaded; all I had to do was take his hand and lead him to our basement stairs. We walked down together and once in the family room closed the door, turned on a small lamp on an end table and faced each other. I want to dance, I told him, so I went to our stereo, turned it on, and found a late night oldies station. By this time of night it was playing only slow dances. Perfect, I thought, that’s exactly what I want.
Eric: Jen continued to lead the way, closing the door, finding a music station and, returning to the middle of the room, stood with her arms reaching out, inviting me. I didn’t hesitate and stepped up, took her right hand in my left, placed my other hand on her back and we began to dance to “When A Man Loves A Woman”, slowly stepping together, slowly circling the room in semi-darkness. When the song ended we stood motionless, her head on my chest, our embrace changing now as “Unchained Melody” began. My left hand released her hand and reached around, completing my embrace. She mirrored my change and brought me into her own embrace as we continued to dance, slower now, smaller steps. As the song reached its crescendo she lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me. I could not have restrained my kiss any more than I could have vaporized on the spot. We kissed a long, slow, tender kiss, our first since That Night.
Jenny: It wasn’t really a plan, but after I reached up and released my hair, allowing it to fall freely to my shoulders and as we danced our embrace and kiss seemed the most natural thing of all. As Eric kissed me my hands ascended his back, feeling his muscles, pulling him into the kiss, holding him there as my lips separated and my tongue sought permission. And permission was quick as my brother’s tongue began to touch mine, to remember the dances our tongues had first performed on That Night. As I continued to kiss him Eric’s hands began to slide down my back, caressing it, moving to the curves above my hips, gliding along them easily on the satin of my dress, and finally coming to rest on my rear, squeezing gently. My whole body shuddered at his touch and I knew he felt it as his hands squeezed again, more strongly, almost asking a wordless question. I wanted to answer that question in the affirmative, wherever that took us.
Eric: As we slowly danced, our steps leading us in a slow circle around the room my entire consciousness had been consumed with my sister’s body pressed to mine, the scent of her hair and perfume, the feel of her breath soft on my neck, the warmth of her entire body against mine, just one thin layer of satin separating our thighs from each other. Suddenly the image of her date, Peter, flashed into my mind; suddenly I knew exactly what Peter was doing that instant, his trousers around his ankles, stroking his rigid cock until he came into a handful of tissues. I smiled as I imagined this, while the reality, the real thing was my sister’s smooth, warm body pressed against mine both of us becoming more and more aware of my quickly stiffening cock. Peter could have his solitary orgasm; to dance with Jen, to feel her warm body fitting more and more perfectly against mine, was more than enough for me.
Jenny: As we slowly circled the room I was suddenly filled with joy, with gladness as Eric wrapped me tightly in his arms, as he guided us slowly through the most sensuous dance I’d ever had. My whole body trembled as I felt his hands drifting up and down my back, his fingertips tracing the seam of my dress’s zipper.
Eric: It was as if That Night had only been ten seconds before and we held each other, kissed, and touched. My hands had a mind of their own as they slid gently down my sister’s back, remembering every curve, every bit of softness on it, the curves of her hips that I loved so much. As I squeezed her I heard her first sigh and then moan until she released one hand from her hug and let it drift down between us, searching and then finding the inevitable bulge as I grew harder and harder.
Jenny: And there it was, Eric’s hardness, his rigid cock once again only a few layers of cloth between us. I knew then what we were going to do. It wasn’t really a decision; it was more of a discovery, of realizing what at some level we’d known ever since That Night what we would eventually do…what we needed to do. I kissed him again and whispered into his ear “you didn’t get me a grad gift, did you?” He looked down at me, smiled, and said he didn’t know it was expected. I told him not to worry, I was going to take care of it and with that I led him to the couch.
Eric: I smiled when Jen asked about a grad gift and wasn’t embarrassed when we broke our embrace, my erection tenting my trousers and now obvious as she led us to the couch. The oldies slow dance music continued quietly, a perfect soundtrack to our kisses as we descended to the couch, as our hands began to reacquaint themselves with each other’s body. I remembered now how much I loved my younger sister, how much I loved this young woman that she’d become and would have been content to spend the entire night just kissing and touching her, but she clearly had more in mind.
Jenny: Finally after another fifteen or twenty minutes I whispered into Eric’s ear “now, about that present”, reached for my small clutch, opened it, fished around in it, and then smiled at Eric as I withdrew the condom from my purse. The look on his face was priceless as the shock of understanding hit him. This is the gift, I said, smiling. I had thought about this surprise for at least two months and knew absolutely that it was what I wanted from Eric, for him to be my first.
Eric: I was shocked when Jen produced a condom. Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? I asked her. We can’t go back if we do this, things will never really be the same. She smiled again at me and pointed out that things had never been the same since That Night. This was what she wanted and she knew it was what I wanted too. I tried other avenues; within less than two minutes I pointed out that she was offering incest, a criminal offense in our state, that it was a huge taboo. She asked who will ever know? She wasn’t going to tell anyone and knew I wouldn’t. And the question that sealed the deal; she asked who we were hurting by making love? I couldn’t answer that so simply took her in my closest embrace of the night and kissed her deeply and passionately, my lips on hers, then on her neck.
Jenny: Once I had persuaded my brother and once it was decided, I turned quickly away from him and, gesturing, asked him to help me. He understood immediately and pulled the zipper down my spine. I stood up and let the dress quickly fall around me, now a puddle of green satin on the floor. I asked for more help, although I didn’t really need it, as he unclipped my bra, letting it join my dress. Your turn, I told him.
Eric: I was so stunned by the vision before me of my sister’s nakedness, her panties her only remaining clothing. Her pert breasts that I’d felt and caressed That Night were even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Firm, upright, nipples now erect: I was entranced. Luckily Jen took charge, pulling my t-shirt over my head, quickly slipping my gym shorts down, until we both wore only our underwear, my erection shouting its presence. I sat Jen on the couch and, falling to my knees, reached to her as she gently lifted herself so that I could pull her panties off, down her legs, and add them to her dress. By now I was completely confused: who was gifting whom? Jen’s body in all its perfection, sitting quietly before me, offering itself to me was literally breathtaking. I think I stopped breathing for a minute as she suddenly became shy and made a futile effort to hide her breasts with her crossed arms, tried to cross her legs. I laughed and softly pried her legs apart and lowered my face to her mound, closer and closer, until I was able to bury my face in the fur that covered her vagina. Her entire body shook as I pressed on and kissed her mound. I’ve heard and read enough versions of folks’ first time to know that there is often a lot of fumbling and missteps, but my instinct seemed immediate and true and I trusted it to show me the way.
Jenny: Once begun there was no stopping us. It was like we were careening downhill with no brakes, not that either of us wanted or needed brakes. When Eric buried his face in me my hands reflexively reached out and entwined my fingers in his hair, pressing him into me as I felt his tongue begin its first ever exploration of my vaginal entrance. As I spread my legs to give him greater access he found my slit, now wetted liberally by our dance and by our kisses, and he began to taste me. It was impossible to stop my body from shaking as the tremors of pleasure began ripping through me like an unending freight train. When his tongue found my clitoris my whole body lifted from the couch, actually levitating with pleasure. As his tongue began circling and his lips began kissing and sucking lightly on my nub I felt my orgasm coming at breakneck speed. I didn’t even have time for words or warning as it hit and my body convulsed so hard that it pushed Eric from me; who could kiss a bucking horse?
Eric: I first smiled and then began to laugh quietly, even while my tongue probed and licked my sister, laughing at the massive orgasm I was giving her, laughing as my tongue tried to carry on in her convulsing and shaking vagina. At one point I reached both my arms around behind her and wrapped her lower back in an embrace to help me hold my face, my tongue to her vagina even though her hands were already pulling me to her. Finally, taking a second’s pause and glancing up at Jen, seeing her breasts shaking with her climax, her head thrown back, I smiled again and returned to my task.
Jenny: It was utterly like nothing I’d ever felt before. My self-induced orgasms were like a single candle compared to this blazing, blinding light that Eric had given me. Wave after wave of euphoric pleasure shot through me until I couldn’t take any more. As the waves of ecstasy roared through every part of my body I felt drained and finally, laughing, told Eric he had to stop, that I couldn’t take any more. Even as he did, smiling up at me before he began to kiss each of my inner thighs, his lips and tongue soaked by now with my vaginal juices, the ecstatic waves continued and repeated, each wave slightly reduced from its predecessor. I drew him up beside me and rested my head on his bare chest, amazed to find myself sobbing softly.
Eric: When I felt my sister crying quietly against my chest I reached around her again and pulled her to me, sure that now she regretted what we had done, what we were doing. I told her that I was sorry and her head shot up, cheeks soaked with her tears, and asked why? I told her I was sorry I’d made her cry but she laughed through her tears, hit me lightly on my chest, and told me I was an idiot, that these were tears of joy, that she’d never imagined she could feel as good as I’d made her feel. And with that she kissed me as she pulled us both down onto the couch. Now we could feel our entire bodies, for the first time in our lives shorn together of all clothing - I couldn't even recall how my underwear had ended up on the floor - nothing but skin against skin. And we reveled in that, hands moving at record speed along each other’s skin, legs entwining, pressing, squeezing.
Jenny: This had begun as Eric’s gift to me, but it was clear to me now that our gift-giving would be mutual, reciprocal. Was I nervous? Uncertain? Maybe the former, but not the latter. But our slow dancing, our kissing all worked to relax me. I think everyone is nervous before their first time. Most guys worry, I think; can they please her? Can they stay hard long enough? Will they disappoint? And I think girls - because it’s probably more girls than women when they have their first - simply worry, even if they know they won’t get pregnant. My only fear was that Eric would somehow regret having sex with his sister, taking her virginity. That didn’t worry me at all; Eric was the exact and perfect first partner for me, a guy that I loved, that loved and cared for me.
Eric: Finally after another ten minutes of kisses, touches, caresses, I drew back from my sister and found the condom on an end table. My fingers actually shook as I tore the wrapper open and removed the condom. Lying on the couch, Jen smiled as she took it from my hands, sat up, and reached for my cock, stroking it lovingly for the first time. I almost came on the spot and realized that it would be a miracle if I could sustain my erection for more than mere seconds once we began to seriously make love. As her soft fingertips lightly stroked me she looked up and smiled again. And then she winked. I confess, I never saw that coming; a sly, coquettish wink as she stripped the air from the tip, placed it on my glans and rolled it onto my rigid penis.
Jenny: I don’t know why, but there was something about our situation, our intent, what we planned to do that amused me. I was happy to be with Eric and glad (they’re not quite the same thing) to be on the very edge of my first sexual experience with a man. And overjoyed that it was my brother. Thank god for sex ed, I laughed, as I rolled the condom onto his cock, smoothing it by stroking him several times, keenly aware of the groans that were now coming from my brother. Satisfied, I drew him down again with me onto the couch.
Eric: It took every fiber of my being to restrain myself, to not jump onto my sister, to not plunge myself into her. I knew, through my sex-fogged brain, that we needed time, patience, gentle lovemaking to give Jenny the gift she wanted. So I kissed her, whispered into her ear how much I loved her, buried my face in her hair, greedily inhaling its gentle scent, then slowly descended, my lips meeting that beautiful hollow at the base of her neck, her shoulders, and finally each of her breasts. She gasped as I took each hard nipple in turn, kissing, licking, sucking until her body began to vibrate again with pleasure, all the while my cupped and caressed her mons, squeezing gently until her moans came louder and louder.
Jenny: Where had my brother learned this? Who had taught him how to pleasure a woman so much, so quickly, so well? We had no secrets, so I knew that this was the first time for Eric, as it was for me. But his rookie skills were very quickly pushing me to the edge again and before I could stop him, before I could even say anything I was plunging over that edge, falling into an abyss of ecstasy as my second orgasm of the night seized and shook my entire body. As my body shook I instinctively grasped Eric and held him so tightly that he had to abandon my breasts, my nipples, and my mound to their pleasure and return to kissing me, our tongues now dancing to the rhythm of my orgasm.
Eric: I was glad I had waited and had delayed our ultimate goal and pleasure as Jenny’s body erupted beneath mine, her arms clutching me to her, her climactic convulsions shaking us both. Some primeval instinct told me that, as her spasms slowed slightly, that it was time. I reached down, found my eager, waiting cock, and directed it to her opening. My glans now entered where my tongue had explored as I carefully slid it up and down, amply lubricating it with my sisters juices. With my hips’ slightest push I entered her for the very first time, my glans feeling the wet heat, the moist grip of its first woman as Jen and I began our incestuous coupling, as we began to break society’s strongest taboo. I felt the gasp, the sudden inrush of my sister’s breath, watched from inches above her as her eyes flew open with the pleasant shock of my cock’s entry into her holiest place. She closed her eyes briefly, her wide smile returning as she savored the feeling, eager to welcome the entire length of my stiff cock.
Jenny: My breasts had driven my orgasm but as my brother left off caressing them with his lips and tongue I felt him shift slightly as he reached down and found himself, then felt him pressing himself into me. I felt him inching forward, felt his first entry, my first stretching to accommodate his cock and as I remembered its size and his girth as I’d placed the condom on I was suddenly struck with the thought: how can I take him in? How can he possibly fit? The walls of my vagina had never been stretched, had never felt anything like my brother’s cock pressing itself into me for the very first time. The only words I could gasp into his ear were “slowly…gentle…” and then raised my knees and drew my feet up flat on the couch, spreading my thighs even more for him; feeling, somehow, that I could more easily accept his rigid member that way.
Eric: Once my glans had felt Jen’s warmth, her hot wetness, once I’d felt the first hint of her vaginal tunnel, its sublime pleasure predicting what was to come, it took super human effort on my part not to thrust immediately inside my sister, to feel her entire tunnel wrapping my eager cock. But my love overcame my lust and I slowly pressed into her, then withdrew very slightly, then pressed again, feeling her vaginal walls stretching to welcome me, hearing her gasps as I pressed in. I could barely hear her whispered “slowly, Eric…” until I felt an obstruction, her hymen blocking my way.
Jenny: I could hardly think, let along talk as Eric slowly and gently pressed into me. I swung my thighs farther apart to give my brother greater access as my hands began to race up and down his back, all the while feeling his cock stretching me, pressing further into me, my hot and wet vaginal muscles gripping his stiff cock, their juices easing his passage. When he met my hymen we both stopped; he buried his face in my hair and over and over told me he loved me. My hands stopped their caresses and moved to hold his head, drawing it into a long and deep kiss until I suddenly thrust my hips against him, forcing his cock suddenly past my hymen as the small and brief flash of pain proclaimed the loss of my virginity.
Eric: After we paused and after we kissed Jen pushed quickly against me and I saw her eyes fly open as I felt my cock break through her last barrier and begin to slide quickly into her vagina, her hot muscles gripping me like a warm, loving velvet glove. As I reached my full length inside her we rested again, me several inches above her, our eyes meeting, unblinking, each searching the other’s for any signs of fear or regret. But all I could see was love in my sister’s eyes and then, slowly, tears, but tears that seemed to match her wide smile.
Jenny: Once Eric was fully inside me; the full length of his stiff cock and the full length of my vagina I realized how perfectly suited, perfectly fitted to each other we were, how baseless my fears had been, how nature had made me for him. I was taken by a storm of emotions; love and affection overrode everything, but joy swept through me as my body felt the very first intimations of the pleasure our incestuous sex could give. I had barely ended the orgasm that my breasts had given when I felt another beginning. No, it was as if my second climax had never really left and seemed to be coming back for more.
Eric: I rested perhaps a minute until Jen closed her eyes again as her quiet moans told me that her pleasure was taking her past her brief pain. I began to withdraw, to slide my cock out of my sister, to her soft “nooo….” but her smile returned as I began to push again into her until I bottomed out, my sac resting against her. Again I withdrew and thrust slowly back in. I probably did this ten or twelve times - who’s counting at such an incredible time - and then felt Jen begin to move herself, her hips to lift slightly from the couch to meet my thrusts. My last thought before we began our rhythmic thrusting, our mutual exertion was thank god for latex, thank god that my sister had found a condom for us or I would have cum within seconds of entering her body for the first time.
Jenny: Suddenly I was a full partner in our incestuous coupling as my body involuntarily began to meet each of Eric’s thrusts into me. I was no longer the passive partner in our lovemaking; my needs were as great as my brother’s as I met his perfect rhythm and welcomed his cock’s every thrust into me. And that orgasm, the one that had been hiding in the shadows after Eric left off kissing and sucking my nipples, returned to the me, announcing its approach with the shudders that it sent through my body, with the groans that I couldn’t mute, the moans that I couldn’t silence until finally enough words returned to me that I was able to whisper to my brother’s ear “I’m cumming, Eric, I’m…I’M CUMMMMMM…UNNNGHHHH…CUMMING” and was struck by the greatest orgasm I had ever felt. It was as if my entire body had been struck physically, except the physical object hitting me was one single mass of orgasmic pleasure. My body found strength I didn’t know it possessed as it seized itself almost in a rigour and lifted both my brother and me from the couch, shaking us both like rag dolls as the orgasmic waves coursed through me again and again.
Eric: The condom did its first job; its very slight insulation saved me from my own orgasm long enough to allow Jen to cum first and she did. My god, did she ever. I had read my share of porn, of course and I’d heard the bragging accounts of enough friends and classmates, but none had prepared me for the tectonic, shattering orgasm that shook my sister as she came, her body beneath mine first convulsing and then becoming wholly rigid and lifting us both from the couch. After our brief suspension and after she allowed us to fall back onto the cushions I waited only a few seconds, feeling her climax washing through her, until I resumed my thrusts, now picking up the rhythm, now moving faster and faster, each thrust met with a soft “unnhh, unnhh, unnhh” from Jen as my eager, hungry cock thrust as deep as it could into her until finally it was my turn. “Jen…I’m going to…UUNNHHHH…” as my balls began to blast my seed into my sister, held back only by the condom, jet after jet coursing from my balls up into my cock and out into the rapidly expanding condom. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped that the condom could hold all of the semen that my cock wanted to shoot directly into my sister.
Jenny: I thought my pleasure was done. I thought my orgasm was finished as I felt its waves receding, but when Eric resumed his thrusts, when they grew faster and faster, when my body welcomed our new accelerated lovemaking it was as if the orgasm returned for a third time and as I felt my brother’s body stiffen above me, as his entire body stopped and then thrust one last time into me, deeper than ever, his head hitting my cervix, I felt his cock begin, felt for the very first time in my life, felt a man’s cock begin pulsing, each pulse shooting a load of his seed, trying to reach as deeply as possible into me. And I came. I came again so that our bodies shook in perfect harmony, and my only regret, somewhere deep in my mind, was that I couldn’t feel my brother’s ocean of semen, his seed, washing the walls of my vagina. But the wish vanished in the maelstrom of our mutual orgasm.
Eric: It’s trite and cliche to say I’d never felt or experienced anything like that in my life, but like a lot of cliches it was true. It was so far beyond what I had hoped sex would be that - certainly with my youthful vocabulary - I couldn’t have come close to giving it, and my sister, credit. As my cock finally softened inside Jen I relaxed, resting my body lightly on hers, kissing in a languid way, laughing occasionally, completing our lovemaking with repeated ‘I love you’s’. Finally I rolled off of her, her soft groan accompanying my withdrawal from her body. We lay side by side, exhausted, a fine sheen of perspiration covering our bodies.
Jenny: When we were done, when our bodies ceased their pleasure-wracking, when I felt my brother soften within my vagina, my muscles reluctantly releasing him from their vaginal embrace, Eric lifted himself and in doing so withdrew from me. It was the only moment of sadness I’d felt the entire night. We lay together, panting slowly after our incestuous exertions until, fully relaxed, I rolled onto my side and cuddled against Eric.
Eric: After our bodies had absorbed the most extreme pleasure we’d ever experienced, after out minds slowly comprehended what we had done, the taboo we had broken, and the love we had each felt I was finally able to talk. About that condom, I asked…how did she…Jenny laughed.
Jenny: Maybe you simply weren’t aware last year at your grad, I told Eric, but I’m not the only girl to lose her virginity tonight; bet on it. And because it’s such a, well, rite of passage, I explained, an ample supply of condoms mysteriously appeared in both the girls’ and the boys’ washrooms. Rumor was that the administration offered them, another said it was a progressive concerned parent. Didn’t matter; whoever wanted or thought they might need one had easy access. So, I told my brother, I availed myself, and waited for his obvious next question.
Eric: How could I not know this, I wondered. And then as Jen’s explanation sunk in I asked her the next question; how many did she get for herself? She just smiled, then giggled, and then reached up and kissed me long and deep. That’s for you to find out, she laughed.
Jenny: I leaned over to Eric and spoke quietly to him, telling him that he had just given me the best grad gift, or any gift for that matter, that a girl could ever want. By then it was very, very late and we knew we couldn’t spend the night on our basement couch, even though both of us would have loved to do exactly that. That and a few other things, to be honest, but we reluctantly got up, put our clothes back on, checked for any incriminating evidence - Eric was careful to find the condom wrapper and dispose of the very full condom. We sniffed the air, each of us laughing at the unmistakable musk of our sexual arousal, opened a window briefly to erase that evidence, and slowly climbed the stairs to our respective beds. Outside my bedroom Eric took me in one final embrace, kissed me, and repeated for the umpteenth time that night that he loved me. I hit him lightly on the chest and told him I knew that. And that I always would know it.
Eric: That summer was absolute magic, perhaps the best of our lives as Jen persisted in her refusal to tell me how many condoms she had gathered in preparation for her grad night. Every time we made love - and it was many times that summer as our parents headed out on weekend and holiday trips with our family RV - I asked her how many more we had but she always answered with a broad grin that that was for me to find out. And I delighted every time in trying to find out. There were numerous times, memorable nights, when we depleted our supply by three or four, but my sister’s supply seemed bottomless. It finally dawned on me in late summer that my sister and I had obviously exhausted whatever supply that she had sourced at grad time and that for months she had been producing her own supply of prophylactics. I smiled to myself when the truth dawned. She began college that fall and by then her IUD meant no more condoms were needed. The story of our first ‘bareback’ lovemaking will have to await another time.
Jenny: Eric and my…ahem…activities prepared me well for college, but not in the way you might think. No, it didn’t ready me to have sex with guys every chance I had (and there were many chances). Eric set a standard for me and set a very high bar for other guys. I enjoyed lots of guys’ company and met many wonderful men and, yes, some became sexual partners but before they did they had to be kind, considerate, and genuinely affectionate. I knew that I didn’t have to hook up with just any guy to meet my sexual needs; I always had Eric.
Eric: All of this, our story, was slightly over twenty years ago. Our parents are gone so Jenny and I only have each other now. Our secret love has survived two marriages; hers ended badly when her husband cheated on her and mine ended with a friendly separation; in fact my ex is still friends with both me and Jen. Jen and I holiday together, we see each other at least weekly, one of us often spending the weekend at the other’s. We each have occasional but always passing relationships and we remain each other’s best friend, best confidant, and best lover. In fact we both know that our incestuous love has given us the best sex either of us has had or would ever want. And I thank two green satin dresses for that.
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