Date: 11 Oct 2003 21:08:18 -0000 From: satyaki sharma Subject: satyaki's story of incest ___________________________________________________________________ Usual Disclaimers Apply -- if you aren't over 18, if this is illegal in your country, if you find this distasteful etctera then please don't read this story. It involves incestous sex between a brother, a sister, and a cousin who visits them once. It may be extended later. ________________________________________ This is about my incestous experiences - mostly with a sister - hope it is not a bore. I grew up in a big family - we were a baker's dozen worth of children - and I was the youngest. I had this sister who was just ten months my elder, but all the others were much elder to me. So we two were out of most of the games of those people, and left to our own devices. So obviously we got down to playing 'doctor' - and we devised elaborate games where, for example, the evil tailor would make a dress for the angelic heroine that would be held on a single thread. He would pull it and then she would be naked and helpless infront of him to exploit. The fantasies that 8 year olds can cook up! She never let me play with her vagina though, somehow she wasn't just comfortable with that. We did a lot of kissing and rubbing though. One of my teenage brothers played with both of us once. He was teaching us how to fire the air-gun that we children used to amuse ourselves. So you can picture this teenager with a cute child in his lap, holding the gun, his cheek by the child's cheek, quietly breathing into his ear as the teen explains how to take aim and shoot. We found the experience quite 'tingling' and enjoyed him feeling us up. But this was just once, and he didn't ever do it again. I don't know why. Anyhow we got caught by our family once while playing 'doctor', and were severly admonished. We had this feeling that this wasn't right, and once had sworn on God not to play with each other that way, but we just couldn't stop ourselves. The lecture by our parents, "you shouldn't play with each other like that", just helped our resolve. Our suspicions that we had been doing something wrong were confirmed, and we kept hands off for some years. The action started when I was about 14 years old. It was winter, and in the comfort of a blanket, I lay on the bed in my room, watching 'BATMAN'. You know, the old 60-70s type TV series. So anyways she came in, and snuggled into the blanket with me. My hands usually stay warm, while hers get like ice during winter. So like always she gave me her hands to hold and warm up. I moved our hand below her wollen sweater (but above her tee) to help the warmth spread to her hands. After a few minutes, she got up suddenly and left, saying, "I am going to the bathroom". When she got back into the blanket, she immediately took hold of my hands and then kept them on her tummy below her tee. Her skin felt good, and by now I had forgotten about the show on the TV. Our hands got real hot and started perspiring below that wool (and the blanket on top, remember) so I moved my hand out of hers and laid it on her stomach. I moved it around, feeling her body, and moved it up a bit. I was surprised when I touched her breast. She had taken off her bra! I rubbed my thumb on the lower curve, and then came to the cleavage. Her breasts were quite big by then, and it felt real hot and close between them. I felt around her breasts a bit, and then moved my hand down back to hers. She held my hand in a tight grip for a while, and then left it. I wasn't sure, but I felt like she had pushed it downwards. Trance-like, I pushed my hand downwards till I ran into where her hair started. I didn't have the courage to go any further below, and just felt around a bit. Suddenly my mom came into the room, and my hand shot back faster than you could say 'robin'. She asked us to come to dinner and we followed her. All the while neither of us had spoken a word. That winter, I got many chances to touch her breasts, but nothing more. Somehow we never got alone together. Came summer, and relatives came visiting. Three of us children were sent to a room at the terrace to sleep, that is, the two of us and an elder sister. The elder sister left in the middle of the night, complaining of the heat, and went downstairs. The bed was huge and could've slept five of us children. I guess you would've had the same bed-size if you had thirteen children :) Anyways there was only one fan over the bed, and so we both shifted till we were below that. I moved my hand over to her tummy, and we lay for sometime like that, till I moved my hand below her shirt. I was aware of the opportunity. We were alone in a room for the night! The room was latched from inside, no one could catch us unawares. My heart beat wildly as I moved my hand up to her breasts. After fondling them for a while through her bra, I sat up a bit, supporting myself on one elbow. I opened the buttons of her night-shirt, and exposed her bra-clad breasts to my view. A little moonlight came into the room, and I could dimly make her out. I kissed her breasts, and ran my tongue down her cleavage. The taste of her sweaty cleavage was good, and I moved up to her neck and ears, licking and blowing slowly. She lay inert, pretending to be asleep, but her tightly clenched fist told me otherwise. I kissed her face, all over, and seeing that she didn't want to get involved, I pushed her bra's straps off, and attacked her nipples. Her breasts were big even then, like I've said, and I sucked on them till my mouth was full of one breast, while the other was busy running up and down her sides (then my idea of keeping her stimulated). I moved down, gently chewing at her navel. I reached her pajamas, and gently moved them down. I had to raise her hips to get them completely off, but she resisted. Hard and throbbing though my dick was, I wasn't interested in forcing myself onto her. And especially if she persisted in that 'dead' approach. I moved off, and somehow went to sleep. This episode set the tone for us for some years to come. My parents were often out of town, and we often slept together, and always after participating in some heavy petting, she would get recalcitrant, and I would not push forward either. Once she took off her panties and left them by the bedside before I came in to sleep, as a signal sort of, but I completely ignored them. Let her share the guilt too - why should I be the one 'who did it'? Let her make a move too. Meanwhile, I'd fallen in love with a girl, and we spent some time together. I never got to more than holding her hand, but that was because we never got any privacy. Anyhows I had a girl in my life and so I was off my sister for some time. I was having some sex with a guy, my friend, and that was proxy enough for me. Yes, homosexual, but we called it "white rats", laughing it off as worthwhile experiments to learn about erotic moves, like in labs they work on white rats and guniea pigs. An entire story of those experiences would be quite amusing (and I hope helpful) to those who struggle with their urge to touch, hold and make love to people of their own sex. Anyways, progress of some sort was made in a most unexpected way. A cousin had come over who was just about 2 years my elder. So we three, and a younger cousin (only 5 years old then) had to sleep together. This girl was quite a flirt, and I had felt up her breasts earlier in the evening. Basically we had started fighting with pillows, and then she had attacked my ribs, knowing that I was too ticklish. After a while I had attacked her back, and she turned to lie on her stomach on the bed to escape my fingers. I'd continued, and she was laughing hysterically, begging for mercy. Slowly I had got my hands on to her breasts. They were just the right size for my hands, and had this wonderful elastic consistency. I'd kneaded them, and pinched, and she had still kept shouting, "oh it tickles, please don't tickle", helping me along in case anyone suspected otherwise. So in the night I lay with two of my sisters on either side. The younger cousin had been relegated to sleeping on the couch. I had some inkling that these two were involved in lesbian experiments, with the visiting cousin usually playing the role of the 'guy'. I surmised that she would like to be the 'girl' for some time, and moved to her side to cup her breasts in my hand. I nibbled at her ear, and she moaned slowly. As I massaged her breasts, she brought up one hand and held my hands. I froze, afraid that she was going to stop me, but she only guided my hands to below her shirt, giving me a feel of smooth silky skin. Her bra was unclasped already, I found, and the first touch of my finger brought her nipple to life. She had big perky nipples, that grew hard just like erasers. I played with one for a while, and then pushed her shirt up till I could take one breast into my mouth. Her moans grew louder, till she pushed me away, I guess so as not to wake up the others. I didn't know what to do, 'cos I didn't realise that immediately. I felt that she didn't want to go further (remember all those "sex is bad" vibes I'd got in my fuckin' childhood?). So well I was like frozen there on the bed about 2 inches away from her.... her shirt was still pushed up a bit and I could see enough to keep my cock interested. Yet I couldn't move towards here. I lay there watching her stomach fall and rise with her breath. I tore my eyes away from her and turned to face my sister. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I tried to close my eyes, but I could see that exposed stomach even then. I turned back, half hoping that she would have pushed the shirt down. But it shook me to see that now I could see her breasts, the shirt had actually gone up! Hypnotized by the sight of that delicious curve surmounted by that defiant nipple, I drew close till my mouth closed on it. I sucked hungrily, some sort of a primitive suckling need forcing me to draw her breast into my mouth. I began to go crazy, biting and chewing on her. The sensations got too much for her and she let out a real big moan, but her hands pushed my head further inwards, as if she wanted me to bite and chew my way to her heart. My hands had been moving around on their own, and now they snaked past her pajamas, and over her sparse pubic hair (she must've kept them trimmed) and right onto her hot and wet twat. I pushed in a finger delicately, causing her to shudder. She brought up a knee in reaction, drawing her thighs together and arching her back. I grabbed her smooth edible ass with my free hand and stroked it. She bucked from side to side, the sensations going way beyond her threshold. My finger burrowed even deeper in her quivering vagina as her thighs got closer. I was in heaven, and I left one breast only to chomp down my jaws on the other. I felt like a cowboy riding a horse as she arched her back and moved her knees below mine. Suddenly I remembered my 'white rat' experiments and moved away from her breasts. That brought a moan louder than ever, as I nibbled away at her upper abdomen and refused to go towards her breasts. She tried to push my head upwards towards the twin glories that desperately demanded my attention, but I held my way, licking and blowing my way to her navel. Now she started pushing my head lower, and I chuckled low into her navel at her condition. The vibrations must have pushed some trigger somewhere, for she pushed her fingernails deep into my scalp and her cunt tried to pull my fingers in further, it spasmed so much. She had come, without me even touching her clit! I didn't even know what a clit was back then, and now this seems remarkable to me. Though I wanted to see, smell and eat her pussy, I wanted to kiss her lips more. I had grown to love sucking on a tongue during the 'white rats' experiments, and I moved up, stopping to feel her nipples with tongue. How do I describe the texture, the taste, the feelings that travelled up my tongue as I let loose on her nipples? I guess that isn't possible - I for one lack the vocabulary. Another moan from her reminded me of my quest for her lips, and I moved up, making a diversion on the way to her ears. She giggled as I snaked my tongue inside her, and I chose the moment to lock down on her lips and force my tongue through. She fought my tongue for a while and then settled into this deep kiss that left me gasping for breath after a while. I pulled out for some oxygen, unprepared for what happened next. She shoved me off and ran out of the room. I stared after her, mouth open and all, and slowly brought my hand to take a sniff of her pussy. Yep, it wasn't a dream. I had been doing all that! Then what was this? Puzzled, I got up and went to the bathroom outside. I could hear nothing, though the light was on. I waited for some time, but she didn't come out, and I couldn't hear anything. So I left back, and later heard the door of the small room on the side open and close. I inferred that she had gone into that room. I went up to that door, only to find it latched from inside. So I went back to my bed. Why had she done this? My only explanation is that she was fantasising it to be her boy-friend (whom she married two years later), and when I kissed her, she finally woke up to the fact that it was I. And for some arbit reason she didn't want me to make love to her. Whatever. I just know that I was left with a hard-on and a smelly hand. The night wasn't over yet. I had dropped off into sleep when my sister moved along to my side and pulled my hand over her heart. Since I didn't react, she placed it inside her shirt on her nipple and moved my hand over on that. I massaged her awhile, but seeing no more reaction from her, I took my hand out and turned away. What the fuck? I wanted her to show some life - it had to be two way. That night I decided to stay off any girl unless she gave me some response too - I seriously can't understand why (most) girls are shy of admitting their sexual desires. Then I went away to college, and two years passed before my sister made the first move in our next meeting. It was quite a romantic setting actually. We were travelling by train, and she was spending her vacations at a relative's home. She decided to come back home with us, and boarded the train mid-way our journey. Now both of us ended up being in a 'coupe' - a first-class carriage's compartment that has only 2 berths. We had hugged happily on the station before she boarded - I loved her after all - and I had noticed that her breasts had only got larger. Our parents were in the air-conditioned bogey, and both of us were free from any interruption from them. We talked a lot, and I couldn't help gazing her at breasts once in a while. They seemed ready to burst out of her tee anytime! And when she adjusted her hair once, my eyes nearly popped out looking at their curves. Came the night, I tucked in to my own berth, unable to drive away the images of years past when those breasts used to be in my hands and lips. And then she called me to come lie next to her - for old days' sake. I slipped into her berth, and immediately we embraced and attacked each others' lips. I got on top of her, my hard cock rubbing onto her mound. I was on a hair-trigger and ready to shoot. Deliberately I disentagled myself from her lips and went after her nipples. Hidden behind a tee and a bra, it took me some time to find the treasures I was seeking, but then I had them in my sight. I bit, blew and sucked on them till she was squirming below me. I took her hands and placed them on my ass. She clenched and kneaded at my ass-cheeks. Gosh it felt good. My hands were busy running patterns around her navel, slowly geting lower. Her jeans needed to come off, and pronto! So I unbuttoned it and started on the zipper, when she stopped me with a sweet (but cold!), "No". I didn't understand. I asked so, "why? what's wrong?". "Nothing. I just don't want to do this." "Hell it's wrong. We enjoy it, I love you, and I won't do anything that will hurt you. C'mon... please". I think that last 'please' came out more from my dick than from my head. "No bro we can't do that." "Okay, have it your way", I said, and went off to my berth. My throbbing erection had subsided, and I didn't even feel like jacking off now. I was damned angry, but below that anger lay a confusion at understanding the motives of girls. For the next three years I went about wondering at girls and their ways, and life proceeded on its way. Very few sexual experiences came my way - I had picked up a policy of cold behavior towards all girls, having decided that I would not waste my passion arousing theirs anymore. If I found a girl who was the fiery types, then I would definitely respond. And as you might guess, those are few and far in between. Anyhow, one evening at college I receieved a telephone call from my sister. She was sitting bored at home, finding herself between jobs, and wanted to come over to my campus for some days. Now my campus is quite beautiful, and I had shared enough stories and pics of it to interest my family about it. We fixed up a program, and she showed up about ten days later. There was a conference going on, and therefore a lot of delegates in campus. So the shortage of rooms meant that she would have to share my room, and therefore my bed. I had warned her of this, and she had taken in quite sportingly. I wondered if we would finally end up going the whole way, but thought it better to stop speculation till she came. I kissed her cheek, and she responded by kissing me on the lips. Not a smooch, but definitely not sisterly either. Taking up her luggage, we went to my room, and she gasped at the full-length mirror in my room. "O wow, this is so cool", she said. I let her pose for some time infront of it, and then moved behind her and cupped her breasts in my hand. The way she leaned back on me and took a deep sigh told me this was the day - today she wanted it too! She had been working out for sometime now, and had reduced weight in all the right places. "You look beautiful now, but this is one place you can reduce some more weight. Too heavy, hmmm", I said to her. She smiled back at me and brought up her hands to mine. "They are just right, see", she said, guiding my hands all around the contours. "Hmm, I will have to check more closely," I said, moving infront of her, and pulled off her tee-shirt. She raised her arms to let me do so, and then unclasped her bra. I took it off, and then stood back to admire the globes. I am not good at this, but I think she was about 38C or D, huge boobs that didn't sag one bit. "Looks good, now let me see if it tastes good too", I said and moved in to the left nipple. She let me nurse for a while, and then pushed me away. "Show me your body now, you said you have been working out at the gym". I held my arms up, and she took the cue and took off my shirt. She let out a whistle at seeing my abs, "wow, you've worked up a good six-pack bro -- need some work on the shoulders though." "There is another piece of muscle wants your attention, wanna see?", I smiled at her, and then took off my shorts. My cock is always ready to march, and stood at attention before her, slowly bobbing up and down in salute and waiting for her orders. She gulped, "umm, don't you think this is a bit vulgar way to behave towards your sister?". I laughed and responded by taking off her jeans and panties so they lay bunched at her ankles. "Now we are both vulgar!", I exclaimed and pulled her in close for a kiss. What followed was mind-blowing (or rather mindless) animal sex. We went after each other like this was the last one ever for us, and not the first. She had trimmed her bush, and mine is always kept close (long hair == bad smell, I believe) - and we lay on my bed in a 69 gobbling each other up. I came almost immediately, in a minute or less, but my cock stayed hard and she kept running her tongue around the head in the most devilish manner. I had her coming to climax in about 5 minutes with the help of my tongue and fingers. She had apparently never had her ass fingered, and came within 30 seconds of my fingers first reaching it. After that I turned around and drove my piledriver home where it should have gone in 10 years ago. She moaned, "not so fast bro it hurts". I realised my mistake, and tried to take her mind off the pain by nibbling at her ear and blowing lightly. I kept moving slowly, and slowly she stepped up her rhythm too. The birds were chirping their way home as we made our own dance, and she wrapped her legs around me in an effort to drive me in deeper. Though I had come just about 3 minutes ago, I felt another load building up very soon. My head couldn't take the sensations unleashed on it by her vagina, and I tried to move out. She held me in, telling me to stay with her eyes. Trusting her judgement, I responded by increasing my tempo. She matched it and held on. Very soon I was gushing inside her, and then it took all of my restraint to hold back the shout that rose in my throat. For her part she stifled hers by biting into my shoulder. I lay on top of her, and we kissed for sometime, fighting a duel with our tongues. Then she slowed turned us over, so that she was now on top. My dick was still hard in her, and as she started moving slowly, it started twitching on its own. This time it was my turn to lay back and enjoy, while she did the hard work. Her cunt was pulsing around my cock, and it was only the numbness caused by the previous two cums I'd had that stopped me from coming there and then. I'd read about this a lot, never experienced it, and now I regretted the time we had lost. "Sis, we wasted a lot of time," I said, pinching at her nipples. "Shhh," she said, concentrating on her job. I reached lower to her clit and slowly massaged it. "Yeah, that's it," she said, bringing her left hand over to guide mine in giving her more pleasure. I couldn't be passive for too long, and remembering her asshole's sensitivity, I sat up a bit and reached round for her ass. It wasn't long before I reached her asshole, and when my finger first touched it she almost jumped off my dick. She increased her speed, moaning so loudly that I thought it best to stop fingering her ass. Then suddenly she came, and I could feel the flow of her fluids moving past my aching dick. She fell on top of me, exhausted. I gently turned her around and below me. I had not come yet, and I thought I knew how I was going to come. Rather, where I was going to come. Withdrawing my dick from her cunt, I admired the view of her well-fucked cunt for sometime, and then reached out to put some of her fluids on my fingers. I touched her asshole and she jumped as I started lubing up that rose-bud for the next part of this fuck-story.... Would like to read more? Have got comments? Please mail to satyaki_sharma@rediffmail.com The work is released under the Creative Commons license which can be found at http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/1.0/