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Introduction:

Each Sunday evening while driving his sister back to her student residence Tim takes a slight detour.

Their family Sunday dinner done, as Tim began clearing the table he casually said to his sister Anna “we need to leave a little earlier than usual tonight to get you back to residence” and was met with a raised eyebrow from Anna, but he didn’t elaborate. It was a weekly routine with their family; Anna would stay all week at her student nurse residence at the hospital but would return home for weekends. And, just as regularly her brother Tim would drive her back to her residence in his aging pickup truck by curfew time.

Alerted to their early departure, Anna returned to her room, quickly packed her small overnight bag and was ready when Tim jingled his keys, signalling his readiness. Did he seem just a bit, well, eager? She smiled at the thought as she was eager too. No, she thought again, that’s not exactly it; he almost seemed a bit nervous. She couldn’t think of why he would be nervous as she looked forward to their regular Sunday evening routine. Dismissing the thoughts, she gave their parents a quick hug and headed to Tim’s truck.

And, as was their routine, Tim didn’t drive directly to her residence. Instead he took their familiar slight detour and headed instead into their town’s forested park. As the truck slowly followed the curving road to the park’s peak and elevated parking lot he drove to their usual isolated parking spot and turned the engine off. The park and its parking lot were well known and much favoured by amorous couples, but Tim and Anna had discovered that its popularity and intense romantic uses were concentrated on Friday and Saturday nights. On Sundays the lot was virtually deserted.

It was mid September and Tim sat motionless as the cooling engine’s ticking receded. Anna sat on her side of the wide bench seat, her small bag at her feet, her hands quiet on her lap. Then she soundlessly released her seat belt and waited patiently for the next step. But it didn’t come. Instead of her brother sliding across to her side of the seat, instead of her lifting her skirt and herself, instead of Tim positioning himself beneath her and - her heartbeat quickened at the thought - sliding his erect cock quickly into her, he sat motionless and stared through the windshield. “Oh no,” she thought, recalling the nervousness she’d sensed at their home. “Oh no, he’s going to tell me we have to stop, that we can’t keep doing what we’ve been doing for weeks, that it’s wrong, that incest is a crime.”

Her hands found each other and she began unconsciously to twist them together as her brother continued to stare at the lights of their town slowly emerging as dusk fell. Her mind began to rifle through the past six weeks, desperately combing through their Sunday evenings, flashing back to the very beginning, to that Saturday afternoon, trying to find clues to what she expected him to say. Trying to marshal her own arguments, hoping to refute his opposition so that once again he would slide easily across the seat and take her as he had now for much of the summer.

Her mental review took only seconds but allowed for almost minute recollections of their entire summer beginning with that afternoon. Their parents off somewhere as she watched some forgotten soap opera in their tv lounge, Tim had entered and asked to watch a ballgame. The soap was at a critical stage and she’d tried to rebuff him, but he leaned across her on the couch, grabbed the tv control and changed to the game. She lunged across him, recovered the control and the battle was on. If it could be called a battle as he easily overcame her opposition and when she tried to use her last weapon, her body’s weight and threw herself across him he easily and reflexively rolled them both until she was fully beneath him. She knew, as she had for several years, that her slim body, twenty five pounds lighter than her brother’s, her 5’ 5” was no match for him and his 6’ 1”. The wrestling continued for a few minutes, both of them laughing, each occasionally trying to tickle the other into submission until the laughing stopped, until the tickling changed into simply holding, into gentle hugs, into hands roaming, each traversing the other’s young body, hers gliding over his muscles, his caressing her curves.

Tim became hard within minutes and Anna felt him as he pressed her back into the soft cushions of the couch, as her mind flashed through the visuals of a “road out” barricades being broken and crashed aside as her brother pressed his hips against hers, as she envisioned their car crashing over a cliff when she spread her thighs and wrapped him with her legs, pulling him to her. By now he had buried his lips against her neck, against her shoulder. By now those lips began to wander, to begin their own search as he kissed her neck, her hair, her cheek until finally finding his sister’s lips and kissing them lightly. Her response was immediate; her hands pulled him to her as she returned his kiss aggressively leaving no doubt between them that however wrong this was they both wanted it. Lips parted, tongues met and as their breathing became rapid and ragged Tim began to press his hips against his sister with unmistakable intent.

Within seconds Anna was responding as she lifted herself slightly to meet each thrust and enveloped him with her thighs. Within two, perhaps three minutes her moans and rhythmic “unnhh…unnhh…unnhh” that met each of her brother’s thrusts told them that barriers were shattered, bodies were tumbling over cliffs, that this is what each needed and while neither needed to say it to the other. Anna couldn’t help herself: “don’t stop, Tim, god, don’t…I’m going to…” and with that her orgasm lifted both from the couch until she fell back, grasped her brother in the tightest embrace she’d ever given anyone, and felt his last powerful thrusts, heard his deep groan as his orgasm joined hers.

They lay together silent for long minutes, hands idly drifting up and down the other’s body, as they absorbed the enormity of what they had just done. “Well,” he smiled, “that just happened.”

“What now, Tim?” she whispered without meeting his eyes.

“I have no idea, Anna. I…it was amazing.”

“Right back at you, bro.” She paused long moments and then said “imagine, Tim, what real sex would be like?” She waited, having spoken the unspeakable, afraid her candor would destroy the moment, afraid she’d crossed a forbidden line. As, of course, she had.

“It would be unbelievable, Anna. It would be simply be amazing.” After a few more minutes he asked “what do you think of that?”

She knew it was one of the most profound questions she’d ever be asked but answered slowly, cautiously “I think the exact same thing, Tim. But we can’t, we simply can’t. It’s incest. You’re my brother, after all. I’m your sister. It’s incest and it’s a crime in this state. Hell, it’s a crime just about everywhere. Taboo, you know?”

A long pause from her brother until “you’re right. God, it would be fantastic, but you’re right.” And with that he lifted himself from the couch and with one final touch of his hand on hers left the room.

The rest of the weekend was for years after burned in their memories as they studiously avoided each other and did their best to act normal. The following week was no better; as each tried to forget that Saturday afternoon and to banish the feelings of sexual bliss it brought but of course the memory and images returned with a vengeance. Each found it harder to focus on their studies, found themselves asking friends to repeat parts of conversations as their concentration wandered.

Finally it was Saturday again and if anything they found it harder to avoid each other than the weekend before. Their sexual dam seemed to break on Sunday morning as Anna carried her week’s laundry to the basement laundry room. Tim couldn’t stop himself from following her, from tracing her steps into the laundry room, from closing the door behind himself as she looked up, startled. His whole body seemed to him to vibrate. Her whole body seemed to her to itch, desperate for him to scratch that itch, aching to be held by him again. Finally he spoke. “Tonight”. Only one word but she understood immediately.

“How?”

“On the way to your residence. I’ll drive you in the truck and I think I’ve figured a way.”

“Are you sure we’ll be safe?”

“Pretty sure. I’m thinking of the arboretum on the way. But will you be safe?” he asked. He wasn’t thinking of discovery, he was thinking of pregnancy.

“Absolutely. I never told you but I’ve had an IUD for months now. Most of the students are either on the pill or have IUDs; the hospital quietly encourages it so that they don’t lose students to pregnancy.”

The sexual vibrations in the small room were so resonant that neither could risk even touching the other so that Tim turned and left as quickly as he’d come. Anna stood breathing heavily, feeling the room abnormally hot and immediately distracted herself with her laundry.

The next evening was almost as precise and timed as a military operation. Anna packed her small bag with her clean laundry, hugged their parents as she always did and hopped into Tim’s truck. They drove silently, each staring out the windshield, neither speaking of the irrevocable step they were about to take, each wondering, fearing that the other would change their mind. Anna’s heartbeat rose as her brother turned from their usual course and detoured up a rising road to the arboretum park. After a quick survey he picked what would become their regular parking spot; isolated with privacy guaranteed. He turned the engine off and, fearing second thoughts or a change of mind from either, quickly slid across the seat and took his sister in a clumsy, graceless hug. Neither needed more encouragement as they fumbled some more, as Anna tried to turn and face her brother, as they realized that without extraordinary flexibility that neither had, face to face would be impossible. Driven by her desire and in a hurry to eliminate any chance of them stopping, she immediately turned to face the windshield again, rose, and tore her slacks and panties down to her knees. Tom was as quick to slide beneath her, his rigid cock quickly freed with almost frenzied work with his buckle and zipper fly, his underwear joining hers, she lifted herself quickly as he positioned his cock until she slowly lowered herself onto him, the truck filled with their gasps as she instinctively reached out and braced herself against the dashboard. He felt the barrier of his sister’s hymen broken by his stiff shaft, heard her slight gasp as their shared virginity vanished forever, then rested by unspoken agreement for a few seconds as he reached his full length inside her, her vaginal muscles gripping a rigid cock for the first time.

This inelegant goal having finally been reached and after less than a minute to savor the feeling, Anna realized that it was now up to her as she lifted herself slightly off Tim’s cock and lowered herself again, pushing against the dashboard. She repeated the movement two or three times more as his hands found and held her hips until he began to lift himself each time, meeting her descent. Their rhythm began to increase but their ungainly postures and the truck’s constraints made speed difficult. No matter, as within two minutes Tim announced in his whisper “Anna, I’m going to come” and confirmed his warning within seconds as he reflexively lifted them both off the truck’s seat as his cock began its spasms, launching his seed deeply into his sister.

They sat together for long minutes after as he softened until with a few more twists and efforts Tim withdrew from his sister, the soft plopping sound of his now flaccid penis the only sound in the truck. With a last light kiss, almost a peck, they each fumbled with their clothing, checked themselves, and returned to their seats. A few more minutes of watching their town’s lights, a long look to each other, and Tim started the engine and drove them to her residence, taking care to open their windows to blow out all of the heavy musk of their sex.

And so that became their weekly routine, Tim driving his sister each Sunday evening first to their parking lot for their incestuous coupling and then on to her residence. But now it was different. Now after six weeks they sat motionless in the truck. Now Anna feared the worst, the unthinkable; was he going to tell her they had to stop? Was he going to tell her that their parents suspected? She waited.

Finally he turned to her and took her hand. “Anna, it’s been fantastic; as much as I had ever hoped, for me…” Here it comes, she thought; he’s going to dump me, going to tell me we have to quit. “But…” and here he seemed to search for words, “it’s been great for me but, well, what about you?”

“Huh? Me?” she asked, wide-eyed. “It’s been great.”

“How may times have we done this now?”

She thought, wondering where this was going. “Ahhh, six times now, I think. Yes, a half dozen times.”

“And how many times have you actually come?”



“What? What are you talking about? It’s been great.”

“But you haven’t actually come, have you? I mean, not since that first afternoon on the couch, right? We do it so quickly here that I think it’s not fair to you. I get off every time and it’s fantastic, but what about you?” Her immediate glance away, her sudden inability to meet his gaze told him he was right. But it didn’t feel good to be right; it saddened him to now know with real certainty that his sister had not reached the peaks of pleasure that he had with her, six times as she correctly said.

This sadness spread, from Tim to his sister who began to feel things she hadn’t until now as she realized there was more to their couplings than a fast shag and a quick good feeling and began to feel as if, somehow, she’d let her brother down, that she had failed him or that she was somehow lacking. That she simply wasn’t very good at this.

For his part Tim felt a nervousness descend onto him and felt that old familiar feeling that he used to get as he screwed up his courage to ask a girl for a date. Staring at the floor Anna felt the seat flexing as he slid across it and took her in a hug. He bent down to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Anna was surprised by this; for all the six times they’d crossed the line into their incestuous intimacy there had been very few kisses. A few on her neck as she rocked herself on her brother’s cock, but they hadn’t engaged in full-on kisses since that time on the couch. Tim was clearly changing the rules as he drew back, looked briefly into her eyes, and kissed her again.

His kisses were slow, soft, and almost tentative. It was as if he was asking her for permission and after a few of his cautious kisses her answer came as she returned his embrace and kissed him back. Within short minutes their kisses were fast and furious as lips pressed hard on lips, as the same lips separated to allow their tongues to introduce themselves. Anna reveled in this, exhilarated by the taste and feel of her brother’s tongue thrusting itself into her mouth, exploring her, arousing her. “Almost better than sex,” she thought as her arousal grew.

And then she felt it; her brother’s hand resting lightly on her thigh, almost unconsciously caressing her lightly. Her body shook slightly at his touch and she felt herself getting wet, pushing herself closer to him, pressing against him. She began to cast her leg over his but his light touch restrained her as his hand pressed her leg lightly, silently directing her body for her. The same hand immediately returned to her thigh and resumed its small caresses until it glided down below the hem of her skirt and easily slipped beneath the fabric. Another quiet gasp from Anna as Tim’s hand began its short journey up her thigh.

Their kisses, now deep, wet, and passionate were only a slight distraction from her brother’s touch as his hand moved inexorably, she realized, to the center of her pleasure. And it didn’t take long as she felt his fingertips make their first tentative survey of her mons, felt them gliding easily over her vulva's topography, feeling, measuring, recording every feature as her body began to hum with a new pleasure. After the first couple of Sunday evenings Anna had abandoned panties for the ride back to her residence, removing a small impediment to their sexual couplings, so she knew there was nothing to impede her brother’s quiet approach.

His hand slipped beneath her blouse and quickly traversed her spine, pressing her forward until he reached her bra and expertly squeezed its clasp, the bra immediately loosening and releasing her breasts. He caressed her back lightly as his other hand continued its inexorable journey along her thigh toward its goal.

She broke their kiss to breathe; no, to gasp as she felt his index finger find her slit and begin to glide up and down. Somehow in the back of her mind she noted the crazy irony; what seemed like an almost casual exploration, his fingers’ mild afterthought was, to her, almost shattering. She couldn’t control her body’s shaking as the finger became less casual, more insistent as it pressed into her, quickly wetted by her juices, and began to glide up and down her opening. She was panting now, breathing so hard that kisses were difficult, hurried, almost frenzied. She opened her eyes briefly…was that a smile on her brother’s lips? Were his eyes laughing? Glancing down she realized her blouse buttons were undone but couldn’t recall how it happened. Her attempts to recall were obliterated as her brother leaned over and took first one and then the other of her nipples between his lips. His tongue caressed her hard nipples as his lips closed on them, sucking, caressing. Her entire body was now shaking with her brother’s ministrations.

The finger continued its traverse until, slipping up, it found her clitoris. The mere touch, even as she’d anticipated it, shocked her so that her whole body lurched. Tim held his sister close as her body calmed, then began circling her clitoris, occasionally drifting down and back. Finally a second finger joined their incestuous fray as they stroked and teased her nub until her body could not stop shaking. Finally he returned to his ultimate goal, pressing his index finger slowly and deeply into her opening, stroking her gently as her body’s shaking increased. He quickly added the second finger and then, finally, a third, stroking and thrusting now as her breathing became ragged; a mix of gulping breaths and gasps. At one point he stopped the thrusts so that he could bend his finger slightly inside her, curling up. Anna suddenly became totally rigid, her head thrust back against the truck’s headrest, as Tim gently stroked her G-spot. “How did he know,” she wondered, her sole thought in the maelstrom of feelings and thoughts that flooded her mind, “how did he know…UUUNNNGGHHHH” as her orgasm rocked them both. Rocked the truck, actually, as Tim’s smile grew into a loud laugh, as Anna rose and fell on the seat over and over, as his three fingers resumed their cadence, pumping in and out of Anna quickly until she finally collapsed into his arms, gasping for breath and uttering “enough, Tim, enough. I can’t…uunnnhhh…take it anymore.”

And with one last quiet laugh he withdrew his fingers, continuing to hold her in his embrace as his sister slowly descended from her orgasmic high. After a few gentle kisses he said quietly “see, sis? See what you’ve been missing? What we’ve been doing…sex with you…has been fantastic for me, but I love you. I really love you and I want you to feel it as much as I do. I want you to come every time we have sex.”

Exhausted by her sexual euphoria, Anna fell back into her seat. “Ok,” she began, “ready for our usual exercise?”

Tim smiled again and drew her back into his embrace. “No, believe it or not, I’m not. I mean, I’m ready, but I don’t think you are. I think you’re done for tonight, sis.” Glancing down at the telltale bulge in his trousers he laughed and continued “Yes, I’m ready but it’s not going to happen, Anna. I’ll take care of this myself later. You went exactly where I wanted you to go. You came, finally, on our Sunday detour. I’m taking you back to your residence.” Anna began to protest until Tim cut her off with “look, mom and dad are away next weekend; they’re going to the Wilsons’ cottage for the weekend. We’ll have the house to ourselves. Get my drift?”

She did, as she straightened in her seat and took a quick survey of her state. She laughed out loud; skirt drawn up to her waist, bra loosened and suspended above her small breasts, blouse undone, hair in disarray. She smoothed her skirt, rearranged and clasped her bra, adjusted and buttoned her blouse, pressed errant strands of her hair back in place, and smiled. Smiled all the way back to her residence. With a quick and light kiss from her brother she jumped from his truck and virtually skipped into her residence. Tim smiled as he drove away and imagined the coming weekend.

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