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On The Lam
by Emerald (address withheld)

***

A brother and sister are fed up with their parent's 
violently dysfunctional relationship and run away for a 
weekend in nature to get away from it all. Here they 
learn a lot about each other and each other's desires 
and urges. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, rom)

***

What do you do when your parents are having their usual 
fight that you knew to start on the Friday evening and 
that is likely to end when both go off to work again on 
the Monday morning? Right! You skedaddle. You make 
yourself scarce and disappear. 

I was sixteen, almost seventeen at the time and when I 
heard the familiar bickering and griping in the 
driveway, it took me all of the usual 30 seconds to 
grab my bag, get out of the bedroom window, climb down 
the gutter pipe and be on my way. 

I'd done this several times before and so far no one 
had called me on that. 

When this took place we were not living in America and 
in the country where my dad was sent for his very well 
paid job, I couldn't drive a car if I had a thousand US 
Driver licenses. I had to make do with the moped that 
after much whining and cajoling I had finally had my 
dad buy for me. So I now was the proud owner of this 
second hand souped-up Yamaha FS1 that for all practical 
purposes looked and behaved (somewhat) like a 
motorbike, except that it had this tiny 50cc cylinder. 
I snuck into the potting shed where I stored the thing 
and pulled the door shut to a crack behind me. 

Quickly I snapped my bag under the bungee-cords and I 
made myself up to wait for the inevitable rattle-and-
clunk of the garage-door slamming shut. Mom and Dad 
apparently were engaged in a more than average clash 
and spent considerable time yelling and sniping at each 
other before they decided to go inside and play the 
hypocritical oh so harmonious couple act that I knew to 
explode again as soon as we were not looking.

Finally the garage door came down and the telltale thud 
of the bottom hitting the concrete added finality to my 
plans to let them figure it out alone. For what they 
had in mind, they didn't need me, and I certainly 
didn't need them. 

Just to be on the safe side, I decided to wait another 
minute or so, after which I would quietly roll out the 
moped, walk it out of the short driveway to be out of 
sight and then a couple of hundred yards and then shift 
to 2nd gear to push it in order to zap off into the 
flying start. By now I was sweaty and hot, since the 
potting shed had been in full July sun all day and the 
stifling oven-like heat was having its effect on me. 
Sweat trickled from my eyebrows into my eyes. Angrily I 
wiped it off and waited for the stinging to subside. 

'Roger, are you crying?' 

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whirled around to 
figure out where that familiar little voice was coming 
from. It was Emily, my one and only younger sister. 
Apparently she had had the same idea about my parent's 
now weekly animosities and had chosen the same spot to 
hide out.

Not that she could have done anything afterwards. Being 
twelve and not allowed to ride or drive anything more 
than a normal bicycle. Besides that, even then she'd 
have nowhere to go to. Her friends and school buddies 
all lived way too far away and their parents would 
almost certainly have called ours to find out the why-
and-what, should she show up there. Such is life when 
you are the offspring of an American Big-Shot in the 
late-sixties Western Europe. It had happened before and 
the results had not been very pretty. 

'Goddamn sis! What are you doing sneaking up on me this 
way!!” I hissed.

'Did not! You snuck up on me! I was here first!' She 
hissed back and I in the dim light I saw the eyes glare 
at me in the so familiar indignation that I knew better 
to avoid or we'd have our own private little fight that 
would soon give away where we were. 

'It's not fair that you can squeeze out of this and 
leave me behind to deal with those two idiots. I wanna 
go with you!' She forcefully continued in a loud 
whisper and demonstratively strapped her tennis totebag 
on top of my escape-bag. 

'No Way Sis! You can't go with me. I don't even know 
where I'll be staying.....' I started to protest as I 
fruitlessly tried to remove my sister's bag, but Emily 
cut me short. 

'Fine, that suits me perfectly! I don't wanna know 
where we're going as long as it's not here. I've had it 
with them. I'm going with you or I'll scream my head 
off!' She threatened and drew in her breath in 
preparation for her most potent weapon; The Scream. 
That heart-rending awe-inspiring, blood-curdling and 
paralyzing scream that would make any person within a 
mile and a half come running to see what's going on. 

I knew that I lost the argument. Running would be 
useless and I had no choice other than to comply with 
her desire to accompany me in my flight. Besides, it 
struck me that I didn't really mind having her with me. 
Better with me than aimlessly wandering around to stay 
out of sight or what was worse, had her be exposed to 
my parents' nearly endless streams of diatribe that was 
often heavily laced with sexually explicit, but never, 
ever flattering terms and descriptions. 

I dejectedly sighed, slumped my shoulders and faced her 
to spell out the rules. 'All right then, but you do as 
I say, Okay?' I shot back and in the dark I saw her nod 
in agreement. 'Okay, follow me, do as I say and hang on 
tight. This could be fun.' I chuckled as I opened the 
door of the shed, peeked outside and then broke into a 
crouched run, while pushing the moped. Emily quickly 
and nimbly followed, quietly shut the door, put on the 
latch and sprinted to catch up with me. 

We ran about a hundred yards and I let the clutch come 
up. The moped spluttered and came to life as I jumped 
on it. I had halfway expected the need to stop and let 
my sister get on too, but with apelike agility she 
jumped and landed right behind me on the buddy-seat. 
'Got it! Let'er rip!' she giggled and firmly put her 
arms around my waist. I didn't need any encouragement 
and pulled open the throttle. The moped seemed to jump 
and quickly accelerated as we sped away.

Frankly speaking, I didn't have the vaguest notion of 
where to go to. I had little money so I couldn't stay 
in a Motel, even if they had those where we lived, but 
on previous occasions I had camped out on the beach. 
With me being tall for my age and displaying the quiet 
and serious demeanor and teenager Angst that I even 
really felt, I had kind of blended in easily with the 
rest of the Hippie crowd and stayed with them without 
really being part of them. I had my sleeping bag with 
me and this time of year I could just camp out. If I 
would have been on my own, that is. With Emily with me 
that became an entirely different thingamabob. 

I found my way to the coastal road that led to the 
beach and decided to cut through the dunes to a less 
busy part of the beach. It was still light and it would 
be until close to 10PM and while speeding along the 
narrow bike path I recognized the ugly squat remnants 
of the World War II fortifications that the Germans had 
twenty-five years before built to ward off possible 
invasion by the allied forces. I smelled the tangy 
sweet salty sea air in the wind as we neared the last 
line of dunes and at a small and miraculously empty 
parking lot, I brought my moped to a stop. 

'We're there sis. Get off and I'll park this thing. 
We'll walk from here on.' I announced over my shoulder. 
Emily silently nodded, let go of me, jumped off the 
seat and quickly retrieved her totebag as well as mine. 
I got off myself, killed the engine and pushed the 
moped to one of the wooden railings that served as 
bicycle stands. I looped a chain around the wooden 
post, through spokes of the front wheel and around the 
frame, clicked the padlock shut and carefully pocketed 
the key before I joined my sister who stood quietly 
waiting while she surveyed the surroundings. 

'Nice and quiet here. Been here before?' She inquired 
quietly and quizzically gazed at me. 

I shrugged and chuckled. 'Seems like it, now doesn't 
it? C'mon let's go. The seawater must be fine and I'd 
like to go for a swim.' I answered. Emily got red in 
the face and seemed taken aback by that. 'Ummm, I don't 
have a swimming suit with me. Didn't know what you had 
in mind, so....' She shyly replied, her posture 
expressing impish apology. That set me to thinking and 
suddenly a bright idea lit up in my mind. Nearby was a 
small sweet water lake that was totally secluded by the 
surrounding dunes. I'd been there before and knew that 
there weren't even paths other than an overgrown 
service-road leading to it. Besides that, the thought 
of taking a swim in the sea and not having the 
possibility to rinse off afterwards until we got home 
was suddenly not all that appealing at all. 

'All Right have it your way then. We can go skinny-
dipping. I know a place where no-one will see us. 
Follow me.' I told her with a sly little smile. 

I slung my bag over my shoulder and led off at a brisk 
pace through the thorny bushes towards where I knew the 
secluded little lake to be. Emily hesitated and lamely 
and insecurely protested. 'S-skinny dipping? You mean 
like in swimming all naked? You sure really no-one can 
see us?' She spluttered while halfheartedly following 
me. 

'As sure as you can be expecting Mom and Dad to fight 
all weekend without even missing us. Besides, if anyone 
shows up, they'd more than likely be there for the same 
reason as we are.' I assured her. 'C'mon give me a 
hand. The next part is going to be tricky and we'd 
better help each other there.' I advised as we went 
over the first of two rings of hills that hid the lake 
from sight. The descent was very steep and the bushes 
with their inch-long thorns looked as uninviting as 
they had proven to be before.

I inadvertently winced as I recalled the painful 
exercise of removing the twenty-odd thorns and spikes 
from the different parts of my anatomy at the first 
time that I had come this way, lost my footing and had 
rolled all the way down. 

Not this time however and helping Emily as she helped 
me we quickly made it down towards the shallow hollow 
towards the inner ring of hills. That was going to be 
easier, since for one reason or the other the thorn 
bushes became spaced further apart and thinned out 
completely to a nice sandy lakeshore that in turn led 
to a crystal clear dune-lake. 

There were some patches of grassland around it and on 
the far side there was an old forestry service shelter 
that I knew to be fairly clean and usable and that 
looked as if it hadn't been used for a good many years. 
It sat on the edge of a small stand of birch and maple 
trees and it even had a working freshwater tap, so we 
wouldn't have to worry about drinking water either. All 
in all this was a perfect little hide-away for a 
weekend camp-out if you didn't set your standards too 
high. 

Emily peeked suspiciously around and finding no-one in 
sight she drew an elated sigh before expressing not 
only her approval, but also her delight. 

'Phew Roger! This is a perfect little place! It's 
beautiful! How did you find it anyway?'

She asked while offering me the brightest and happiest 
smile that I hadn't seen for the longest time from her. 
'Aw, just ran into it when I split a couple of months 
ago. Last May, I think it was. You know, that time when 
mom and dad each gave each other a black-eye I had 
enough of it and gave them the slip for the weekend. 
Well, this is where I stayed. It's nice and quiet and 
you can even hear yourself think again after a while.' 
I sardonically remarked and gave Emily a sideways hug 
while making the peace-sign with my other hand. 
'Welcome to Peace and Love, Sister!' I added as an 
afterthought, referring to the Hippy crowd that I would 
normally hang out with.

I let her go from my hug and got out of my t-shirt, 
kicked off my boots and quickly got out of my pants. 
'C'mon Sis, last one in is a filthy Fascist Pig!' I 
chided Emily who stood as nailed to the ground as I 
showed myself to her in my Adam's costume. 'B-but...' 
She muttered as she turned a lovely shy blush as she 
prudishly averted her eyes and uncertainly fidgeted 
with the buttons of her shirt. 'Ayep! In your bare butt 
Sis! C'mon there's no-one around for miles and you 
don't have to be shy for me, I've seen you before and I 
have nothing that other guys don't have, so get over it 
already!' I teased her and took over her bag to free up 
her hands. 

I gallantly took her shirt when she seemed uncertain of 
where to put it and held her hand as she balanced 
herself while getting out of the skin-tight jeans. She 
didn't wear panties I noted, but then it dawned on me 
that she had had Gym practice as her last period at the 
year-round school that we attended. I guess that it had 
been more convenient that way and it would prevent 
showing those unsightly panty lines. All in all I had 
to admit that Emily had changed a heck of a lot since I 
had last seen her in her Eve's attire. 

A distinct change for the better, or so I noted, 
remembering the gangly and awkward knobby kneed brat 
with metallic grinning braces that she had been up to a 
short while ago. 

Still no hair other than the red curly mane around her 
elfish and freckled face, but a nice coke-bottle figure 
with pleasantly firm looking budding cream-colored 
breasts that proudly poked their strawberry colored 
nipples into the world. For the first time I saw my 
sister as something else than a foul tempered blood-
relative whose sole purpose in life appeared to be 
dedicated to my personal aggravation. 

Actually, I immediately felt a very un-brotherly 
stirring in my under-belly and between my legs as my 
male appendage asserted itself. 

That apparently did not escape Emily's attention and 
she immediately erupted into a gale of giggles! 
'Heehehehehee! That's a mighty big hair sticking out 
there, bro! Want me to put curlers in that one?' She 
teased, still blushing furiously, but now grabbing me 
at the waist and tickling me with the cruel 
determination that I knew her to be capable of. 

I knew that she wouldn't let up until I surrendered 
unconditionally and given the fact that tickling 
renders me completely defenseless, we soon rolled in 
the grass. 'Oww you cruel little Twitty Brat! I give 
up!!! You win! Puhleeeeease!!!' I breathlessly gasped 
between uncontrollable giggles and I rolled on my back 
in most obvious surrender, but Emily seemed in no mood 
to give up and straddled me as I lay there prostrate 
under her. 

She held her hands in my sweaty armpits, ready to 
resume her assault on me and she wildly grinned at me. 
'Ah? You give up? That's a first! My Big bad brother is 
surrendering to me and what is my big bad brother going 
to give to his darling little sister as a prize for her 
victory?' She giggled impishly and she planted herself 
firmly on top of me so as not to be thrown off by me, 
as had happened on previous occasions of the sort. 

One effect of that was, that her girley parts met up 
with my in the meantime thoroughly deflated male 
specificity and the warm softness against said parts 
immediately resorted the predictable effect. I was 
sixteen and with that a thoroughly horny teen. I had 
not had the chance to lose my virginity, but that 
didn't mean that I was not interested in that. Besides 
that, the sweetly fragrant proximity of the supple 
young girl's body struck my senses and combined with 
the full view on her developing and wondrously creamy 
freckled chest lit the unholy lust in my body. 

Sure, I knew that it was my sister and sure, I knew the 
strong inhibition that the taboo of incest constituted, 
but my body reacted instantly to this very intimate and 
fragrant closeness and went on instinct driven auto-
pilot. In short, my cock staggered to life and asserted 
itself in possibly my firmest erection ever, which on 
the one hand intensely delighted me, but which on the 
other hand completely mortified me. 

Not so my sister. She was most obviously aware of my 
bodily reaction and her beautiful green eyes grew wide 
in a warmer, softer way than in the victorious grin she 
had shown me before. She, groaned, arched her abdomen 
towards me and purposely rubbed her tender little plum 
over the length of my protruding maleness. 'Hmmm, is 
that a candy-bar, or are you just happy to see me?' She 
breathlessly but with a very obvious hungry undertone 
asked me. Again she rubbed herself against me and by 
now I noticed that is was not sweat alone that made my 
groin slick and moist. 

Emily let one hand wander off to her belly and firmly 
gripped my swollen and hard sword of procreation. Then 
she lifted herself slightly and started to run my 
purplish swollen tip through her wet, soft and warm 
crevice. Up-and down, Up and down. From the hotly warm 
entrance to her hard little nubbin and back and then 
again. Her breathing became deeper and her nostrils 
seemed to flare. Her beautiful ruby red lips parted 
slightly as she closed her eyes in clear enjoyment. 

Then she stopped and with glaring eyes looked down on 
me. 'I know what I want from you, my Big Bad brother! I 
think that I want you to play along with me and make me 
feel good in ways that I could never do myself. I never 
like using that hairbrush handle anyway and now that I 
have the Real Thing handy while it is connected to 
possibly the hunkyiest guy I know, I want you to take 
my cherry and get inside of me. I always wanted that 
anyway. 

Now it was my turn to be astonished and taken aback, 
although my assertive maleness spoke otherwise. 'B-but 
Emily! You're my SISTER!!' I blurted out and squirmed 
halfheartedly to get from under my aggressively horny 
little sister. 'A-Are you completely out of your 
mind!?" I stuttered, my head instantly bright red and 
in immediate lack of breath due to my own shame. 

"Hey, get a handle on it! Are you insane or something? 
Dammit, you are my sister. As beautiful as you may be 
and as much as I love you, you are and will always be 
my sister! I can't share that with you how much you, me 
or both of us would like to. Brothers and sisters don't 
do it together. It's not normal and unnatural.. Besides 
that, you're only twelve! Doing it with me might hurt 
you!" I lectured prudish. Emily pouted a little and did 
not seem too convinced about it. 

'Oh. Oh. Oh. How virtuous and prudish my dear little 
brother suddenly has become today.' She sneered at me, 
while keeping her hands there where she could 
immediately could take control of me. 'Brothers and 
sister are not supposed to make-out and make love with 
each other although they do get horny, like I am with 
you and you most certainly are with me.' She continued 
pointedly, underlining that by again longingly rubbing 
herself over my poor confused, but fully erected 
joystick, thus getting it all wet and slippery again. 

'For the rest it perfectly Okay to share the bed with 
any despicable shit-head or office-slut that takes a 
fancy to it, to betray your family and play both sides 
against the middle, like our parents do all the time 
and then make life miserable for each other and us into 
the bargain. Are you completely sure and aware of what 
you are saying, and do you say what you mean, brother 
of mine?' 

She asked me now in a much more mature voice with a 
sharp undertone of rejecting disbelief. "You know that 
we have no-one bar none that we can trust around here 
whether we deserved that or not. Excuse me for crying 
out loud, but we can forget about getting halfway 
decent boyfriends or girlfriends as the case may be. 
The only thing we can expect in that respect are those 
self-absorbed shit-heads from the company or some zitty 
local yokel. We are on our own and we only have each-
other. I myself don't have any problems with that as 
long as you don't knock me up, and that risk is pretty 
slim with me having my period one of these days. We're 
both horny as toads, and I think that we both are ready 
for it. Think of the benefits when we can arrange thing 
'under one roof'. I want you, and you want me. 

"As to me being only twelve and the possibility of you 
hurting me with your ding-a-ling, That's bullshit and 
you know it! Girls are very flexible and supple down 
there as long as you are nice to them. Besides that, 
I'm almost thirteen." She lectured me, starting out 
with vehemence, further on changing to pleading, 
desiring and coaxing, while she longingly caressed me 
and suggestively bucked her wet pussy into my groin. I 
felt my resistance rapidly melting away as I embraced 
her reasoning and saw the wild desire in her beautiful 
eyes as well as that in my own hormone drenched being. 

In more than one respect I knew she was right and the 
possibilities and opportunities were more than evident 
to me, but what if it ever came out. Holy-Macaroni! 
That could very unpleasantly blow-up in our face. 

'Yeah, but listen to me. No! Listen to me..' I started 
my arguments against it while at the same time 
instantly putting a damper on the protestations that 
she wanted to bring up. 

'Suppose that we do it together.' I started. 

'Just for the cause of the argument let’s assume that 
we do it together, okay?. Furthermore, let's make the 
plausible assumption that we both like it and continue 
to do it together. Don't you think that we will make 
life a bit complicated in the future. 

You know, with possible other people or partners that 
may enter our life eventually. Don't you think that 
that will leave one, or both of us in a lurch? 

I mean, think of when you get a boyfriend. Then what 
'bout me? 

Or if I run into this gorgeous girl that blows me off 
my feet. Do you think that you could deal with that? 
Let alone the possible explanation of our by then 
evident sexual prowess and experience.' I sputtered in 
a halfhearted attempt to pass for a wise older brother, 
and inwardly hitting myself for passing up the chance 
to do it with Emily. 

Emily did not buy my arguments at all and did not give 
in that easily. (Did I ever tell you that she has a 
streak of persistence in her?)

"Yeah, yeah, Bla, bla, yadda, yadda. How often do I 
have to tell you, and how can I get through that thick 
skull of yours, that we don't have those and are not 
likely to get any anytime soon. I for one, am sick and 
tired of running around with a hungry and constantly 
drooling pussy without even the slightest chance of 
some pleasant frolicking around with someone that I 
might want to do it with myself. 

If you believe all the stories about it, sex is about 
the best thing before and after sliced bread and the 
way it looks like right now you and I have nothing else 
to look forward to. Please, please, pretty please... 
for once be nice to your darling little sister.' She 
hotly whispered in my ear while she seductively nibbled 
on one of my earlobes and pressed her softly firm 
little nipples of her deliciously soft and firm breasts 
against me. 

Now, there's only so much I can take, and the fact that 
our grinding groins definitely sent me a message that 
conveyed great eagerness and ultimate pressure combined 
with hot conditions and elevated humidity. I lay back 
and closed my eyes in an attempt to get a handle on 
myself and dedicate a couple of moments to careful and 
serious contemplation.

Yup, I was horny as a toad. Nuf said.

Nope, No chance of dealing with that other than with 
Emily, except with 'the fast fiver'

Yup, Emily is almost going out of her mind with lust, 
and so am I.

Nope, Not fertile, but caution is recommended.

Yup, I'm aware of the incest taboo-thing, but not too 
clear on the reasons behind it.

Nope, I don't give a 'Double D' what others think about 
it, especially not our parents.

Yup, Secretly I find the idea of doing it with my 
little sister nastily exiting and stimulating.

Nope, Nobody else will have to know about it. None of 
their bloody business.

Yup, I do love my sister, and would never want to hurt 
her in any way shape or form.

Nope, I'm not convinced that others might think 
likewise.

Yup, There undoubtedly are things that I have 
overlooked, but I don't see them presently.

Any chance of passing up this chance and hurt Sis with 
my rejection? Not on your bloody life!!!

'And, of course we don't immediately have to jump off 
the deep end. I can come up with several other highly 
satisfying and pleasant activities without going into 
full penetration mode, assuming that we'll ever get to 
that point.' I murmured on. 

All things being equal, the conclusion was reached, we 
would go ahead with it.

"Dear horny and ultimately attractive darling little 
sister. I love you, but I care for you way too much to 
mercilessly whip my dick into your sweet little plum, 
quickly pump out a squirt or ten, and after that rally 
behind the flag and hope for the best. Assuming that 
you really, really, really want to do it with me. 

We also have to at least maintain a modicum of 
practicality before we go off doing things that we may 
or may never regret. I think that we first have to line 
things up properly and commit ourselves to a couple of 
rules of engagement. Let's talk about that first and 
please quit riding on my poor dip-stick. If you go on 
like that I'll soon make a mess of things and I would 
mightily abhor that."

Emily giggled and gave me a final suggestive and very 
luxurious rub with her groin and put the tip of my dick 
in the warm and wet entrance of her young and still 
virgin femininity.

"Boy, am I glad that that you finally see the light. 
Now I don't have to tickle you to death after all." 
Emily chuckled and rolled over next to me and tried to 
pull me over her.

"Wait a moment, sister dear. Easy does it and we're not 
in any hurry. We still have a couple things to pass 
review, remember?" I croaked with difficulty, cleared 
my throat and continued. 

"We don't have to do it right now. I think that we 
should find a better time for it so that we can do 
things at our leisure. I think that in order to make 
the most out of it, we have to take it real easy, but 
first a couple of things must be completely clear.." 

Emily eyed me a bit apprehensively. You're not 
chickening out on me, now are you? " She asked quietly 
and with an undertone of disappointment, but I shook my 
head and started with what I thought that had to be 
said. 

"No, I'm not chickening out on you. I wouldn't dream of 
making the stupid same mistake of letting you out in 
the cold ever again, but I'm also not about making a 
new and maybe even bigger mistake by blindly blundering 
headlong into something without carefully looking out 
first. Too much is at stake, both for you and for 
myself. 

Number one, and that's the first of 5 points that I'd 
like to put forward while number 6 has to remain 
patient." I started as I pointed to my groin. "That's 
number six down there, in case you missed that one." I 
said with a toothy grin before I continued on a more 
sober tone. 

'We are both still virgins. Let's Learn fast, by doing 
it slowly. I know for certain that if I would do it now 
with you, that I would almost immediately come and 
squirt your belly full of me. That would very 
disappointing for both of us and of no use to either 
one of us, so I don't think we want to do it that way. 
Not that it would take me very long to reload and 
recock, so to speak, but I think that we want our first 
time to be really special for both of us.' I concluded 
as I counted on finger down on my hand.

Emily impatiently opened her mouth to immediately serve 
her commentary, but I was not done yet. 'No, no no, 
sweetheart, let me finish. I'm not done yet, but I 
promise you that I will let you have your say and that 
I will listen to you without interrupting you. 

Secondly; I love you dearly, but if anyone had asked me 
yesterday whether I expected that this would happen I 
most probably would have most violently and 
unceremoniously belted him or her in the gob. 

You know me well enough that although I often clown 
around and am given to strange and sometimes maybe 
irresponsible behavior, I can also be very elaborate 
and cautious. 

I really and deeply care about you, and I want to have 
it clear to myself that I will not experience this as 
some kind of ego-trip. With that I mean to say that you 
come first, your wellbeing has my highest priority. As 
I see it now, it is a decision with which we will 
influence both our lives, and it has its consequences. 

I do not want to end up like Mom and Dad, who 
apparently went completely haywire and despite the 
consequences continue to left and right fuck their way 
through life with every loser that crosses their path. 
Always sharing the loss and never gaining anything. If 
we do it together, I want you to know that to me that 
will be binding for as long as you'll have me, and then 
some.' Emily seriously looked at me, and for a moment 
it looked as if she was going to say something, but 
instead of that she nodded deeply and approvingly.

"Point number three. 

Please do yourself a favor and be honest to yourself. 
Have things clear for yourself. I love you with and 
without sex, although I want you to know that by now I 
would love to have it with you. On the other hand I 
don't want you to ever feel that I put you under 
pressure of any kind, played mind-games with you in 
order to use and abuse you, or that I betrayed you just 
to satisfy my lust with you, because that's not how I 
feel it. While I was droning away, Emily had become 
heavily agitated. She looked as if she almost burst 
with the urge to put in her two cent's worth and 
bounced up an down, but she mastered herself , pressed 
her lips firmly together, and let me finish and 
continue. 

"Number four, and it won't take long after this. I 
promise you. Whatever happens further down the road, 
you will have to fully understand that this is not 
really something that the average 'Joe Blow' will see 
as normal or even remotely will understand. Let alone 
accept it. Now, I don't see myself as the average 'Joe 
Blow', but you know perfectly well what my initial 
reaction was. It took you some hard and fast talking to 
convince me, but don't expect others to give in that 
easily. 

For me there's the beautiful and exiting possibility of 
sharing with you something that I hardly dared 
fantasizing about. Others don't necessarily have the 
same incentive, but it will give them something to 
accuse you of and judge you on. Incest, and that what 
we are talking about, is still seen as just about the 
filthiest and most depraved thing you can come up with, 
and should it ever be found out than we will have to 
pretty strong to be able to stand our ground and 
survive. If for example Mom or Dad would find out about 
it then we'll have to be prepared that they will 
mobilize the whole hypocritical shebang to get us apart 
and keep us separated.' 

In the meantime, my erection had succumbed to complete 
flaccidity, and Emily too seemed to have lost the 
arousal of just minutes ago. She looked at me soberly, 
seriously, but also with resolve and appreciation. I 
vaguely wondered whether it made sense to continue, but 
I felt good about pointing things out to her. It's 
always good to know that there's a worm in the apple so 
that you can eat around it, or decide to pick a 
different one. I wryly thought by myself.

Emily cast down her eyes and softly said; "Go on. I 
love you. I want to hear number 5 and then it's my 
turn. I breathed deep, and finished my explanations.

"All right then. 

Number five is of a more practical nature. If we do 
this, we are in it together. Right? That means that you 
will have to feel free to tell me about what you do or 
don't like. 

I promise you that I will always respect that, like I 
respect you. From my side, for example, I get queasy 
and the shivers at the thought of anal sex, or so-
called 'golden-showers' or pee-sex. While others may 
find that an enjoyable and exciting thing to do, it 
gives me the willies so I will always say no to that. I 
readily admit that it is my own limitation and my 
private little hang-up, but I nevertheless I expect you 
to respect that. Other side of the coin is that we will 
tell and show what gives us pleasure and enjoyment, so 
that we can enjoy each other as intimate and with as 
much pleasure as we would like to be enjoyed ourselves. 
Giving and taking. 

Last, but certainly not least I think that we will have 
to address the subject of fertility, or better still, 
prevention thereof. I have condoms at home, and we can 
try to use those although I never got the chance to use 
them before, but in any case they're there and it can't 
be that hard. I don't know how you think about the 
pill, but I don't think it's a good idea to run 
risks......That's it. Your turn.

Emily sharply eyed me with a look that contained a 
mixture of acknowledgment, admiration and warm love, 
but also determination and soberness.

"Wow, that's the nicest most loving thing you ever said 
to me. Not because of one specific thing in particular, 
but as a whole. That is new to me and I am grateful of 
it and it makes me love you even more. On the other 
hand of course, I'm not a moron myself, and I have 
thought often and deep about all this. For crying out 
loud: I find myself almost constantly thinking of it 
basically amount to the same. A couple of moments ago, 
I was prepared to have sex with the big 'S' with you, 
and I still am. I was prepared to let you at it and 
come inside of me, without expecting to come myself and 
just wait and see how it would further develop. 
Luckily, you kept your eye on the ball. 

As to my choice to do it with you, I want you to know 
that as from the age of seven or eight, I have been off 
and on in love with you. At first in the little girl's 
innocent and romantic way, but ever since I tore my 
maidenhood when I was nine, I have had sex with you on 
my mind. I think that almost all girls who have 
brothers at one point or the other are secretly in love 
with them, but that later down the road, with 
boyfriends and such, that fades away. 

I find that I had no-one to talk to with than you and 
you have always been unconditionally sincere and loving 
towards me. On the other hand, the fact that you seemed 
so completely unaware of that and were so ignorant of 
my feelings of affection towards you has often made me 
desperately sad and drove me mad with frustration. You 
can't imagine how many times I have cried myself to 
sleep feeling rejected by you when I heard from other 
kids about the naughty sex-games that they played with 
each other. 

Things like playing doctor and such, and that you 
seemed completely uninterested in doing that with me. 
You were completely oblivious of what I wanted and that 
made me sometimes feel that you didn't like me or at 
least did not find me very attractive. You were such a 
stiff and awkward dick-head where it came to that I 
often wondered what I actually saw in you in the first 
place, but I always returned to the point where I 
wanted to be closer to you." 

Here Emily paused and looking back in time, I realized 
some of the things that I had overlooked or had been so 
completely ignorant about. I could only begin to 
understand the pain and sadness that Emily must have 
felt about my seeming ignorance and distance that I had 
kept from her. I had to swallow a couple of times when 
I heard that. 

I was not blind or dumb, and I had heard the stories of 
those sex-games as well. They never failed to excite me 
and make me horny. I had always been too shy, afraid of 
being rejected or found out, to do anything about it or 
take part in them, except with Jeany from next door and 
even that was more on her initiative than on mine. 

I guess that I also was afraid to let others get too 
close to me and tended to keep my cards close to my 
chest. I think that if we would have played those games 
as well, we wouldn't have had this conversation at this 
point and our lives would have looked a lot different. 
Besides that, I was a boy, and boys tend to be a little 
thickheaded about those things, and I must have been no 
exception. After having paused to allow me to let 
things sink in a bit Emily continued.

'I am fully aware what incest means and what the 
consequences can be. Actually I know more about the 
possible direct implications than you do, since I have 
seen them from very close up. Do you remember Maude, 
you know, the one with the long blonde hair and 
glasses? She used to live a couple of blocks away.'

I nodded. I had met Maude a couple of times at Emily's 
birthday parties and I had to admit that I had always 
been very much taken with her. She had been, as they 
called it, rather precocious in the physical sense and 
had appeared to be entirely uninhibited in her 
contacts, expressions and physical intimacy. I myself 
had always been a bit more cautious and had carefully 
kept my 'grapplers' to myself. At the time I found that 
I had plenty of other head-aches and worries, and that 
I could do without being expected generally 
embarrassing and potentially hard-handed parental 
interventions.

'Well, in order to cut down to the chase, She did it 
with her brothers, her sister and with whomever she 
took a fancy to within her extended family or outside 
it. 

She even did it with me when I found myself to be 
miserable and with a severe case of 'the blues' about 
your pig-headed and arrogant ignorance towards me and I 
thought that I could find some comfort with her. She 
didn't do it because she was forced, or was enticed 
into it. If there was any force or enticement, it was 
hers. She just liked doing it so much that she didn't 
have any compulsion against it. You could call her a 
natural and she was completely happy and at ease with 
that. 

Too bad that one of the one of those so-called virtuous 
self-righteous hypocrites from church caught air of it 
and now she is put into a closed boarding-school or 
institution somewhere in the boondocks. 

Her dad 's in prison and the rest of the family is up 
shit-creek without as much as a toothpick for a paddle. 
They're in counseling, institutionalized or in foster-
care, you know. Every once in a while I receive a 
letter from her, but her problems are far from over, 
but I don't think that she's going to change very much. 
It is too much part of her life to give that up. At 
least that's what she wrote to me. She's planning to 
live with her brother as soon as they'll let her out of 
the institution. 

For me it's not so much because I think it's fun or 
just enjoyable, because that still remains to be seen. 
It's because I love you and I feel that I don't have a 
choice since I already made that one long ago." Emily 
finished looking at me lovingly. 

She reached over and pulled me towards her as she rose 
up to meet me and trembling brought her lips to mine. 
At first she brushed them very lightly against mine, 
barely touching them but letting their softness and 
warmth invite me to answer her. I put an arm around her 
as well and ever so gently answered her. 

We withdrew just a bit, but then immediately returned, 
more daring and certain now. Emily let the tip of her 
tongue play over my lips, almost teasing me to open up 
and follow her in her play. Again we let our lips part, 
only to return with more vigor, more daring and urging, 
hungry for more and more intimate. 

We kissed deeply now, opening up to each other, letting 
our hands roam over our bodies and for the first time 
allow them to touch and caress one another as lovers. 
The touch of her soft cool hand on the skin of my body 
seemed to leave a trace of delightful sparks behind, at 
least that's how it felt. 

The sweet fresh smell of her breath and the taste of 
her mouth as our tongues played with each other and 
danced a happy passionate dance made my breath stall 
and ran a shiver of indescribable delight through me. 

We entwined in our first wondrous contact with each 
other that left us breathless. I grunted and opened 
myself up to her, letting her breathe through our kiss 
and felt her do the same as we shared the living life-
giving breath between us. 

We now lay down completely and fully embraced, pressing 
our bodies together, feeling the electrifying touch of 
skin against skin, nipples against chest, belly against 
belly. Legs against legs as she slid one of her legs in 
between mine and caressed them by sensuously sliding it 
up and pressing her little plum against my thigh, 
leaving little wet spots where she kissed me with it. 

My by now completely returned erection rested nestled 
in between her and my belly, her firm softness 
caressing it, her warmth radiating through it. I broke 
the kiss and brushed my cheek with them on my way to 
her so soft and slender neck as she neighed her head as 
if to allow me to reach her there better and easier. 

'Yes, that's nice, Roger, kiss me there. Uuunh, so 
nice!' She crooned softly in my ear and proceeded to 
softly bite my earlobe. I softly bit in the skin at the 
base of her neck that sent a shock through her and she 
sensuously pressed herself harder against me, urging 
and wanting. 

I let her go and brought my mouth to her chest, to 
where the soft mounds that promised to become her 
breasts seemed to beg for my kisses and caressing. 
Emily stroked my arms and my chest, looking at me in 
delighted wonder about what our bodies asked, demanded 
of us and gave us back in the strong feelings of 
enjoyment. 

Her hands wandered, light as butterflies over my 
flanks, my belly and then up along my back where they 
found a resting place on my spine. Without doing 
anything but gently and slowly exploring each other 
with strokes, kisses and sometimes nothing more than a 
brushing breath, we lay there while time lost its 
meaning in the delight that we found in each other. 

Emily put her hand on my almost painfully raised 
manhood that nearly exploded under the cool and soft 
touch of her as she gripped it and put it between her 
legs where it lodged itself against the warm and moist 
softness of her femininity. She began to move and 
slowly rubbed herself over its entire length, her 
breath stalling and her body shuddering as her little 
rosebud of delight touched and rode over my shaft. Her 
fiery red mane hanging down, surrounding both our faces 
as a fiery and fragrant universe that lit up in the 
golden light of the setting sun. 

We kissed again and tightly hugged each other as we 
luxuriated in the touching of our bodies. Emily broke 
the kiss, broadly smiled at me and whispered: 'There! 
I'm ready. Now let's see if it really was worth the 
wait.' With that she lifted herself slightly, again put 
my penis into the portal of her most intimate place and 
pulled her hand away. With a light gasp and sigh and a 
slightly acrobatic thrust of her pelvis she pushed 
herself down on me. I felt myself entering her a little 
and her young virgin vagina stretched to receive me. 

My foreskin stretched and rolled back as the very 
sensitive tip of my manhood slowly penetrated her as 
she stretched and strained to push it inside of her. 
Her warmth radiated into me and I felt her most 
powerful muscle grip and practically snap tight around 
the ridge of my glans. She paused to allow herself to 
adjust and fully experience what was happening to both 
of us and then proceeded to push herself down further. 
We didn't say anything because there was nothing to be 
said. It felt so all consuming good and exciting that 
there was nothing left to say and again we kissed as I 
penetrated deeper into her. There was no sign of her 
maidenhood and deeper and deeper, tiny piece by tiny 
piece, I let myself course into her on her coaxing and 
gentle pushing down on me. 

I don't know how long it took, but eventually my glans 
met up with the hotly firm mass of her cervix as her 
femininity wetly kissed the base of my shaft and her 
generous pudenda firmly rested against where our bodies 
met in ultimate union. Again we paused and looked each 
other in the eyes. There was no room for anything else 
than warm and lusting love for each other. Finally 
Emily gasped and thrust down further to achieve the 
fullest envelopment of me and our groins pressed 
together to give her clitoris the fullest stimulation. 

'Hah! Roger! We are one! You and I are as one as we can 
be! One in love! One in lust! One in blood! Nothing can 
undo this! Now make me yours as you can never make 
anyone yours this way but me. Love your sister and pour 
yourself into me! I need you! I need ALL of you!' She 
strangely quietly, seriously and solemnly urged me 
before collapsing into a wildly humping fury upon me. I 
felt her warm and tight gender contracting, milking and 
rippling over and around my manhood as I met her 
furious thrusts with my own upwards bucking and 
gyrating. 

The scent of our incestuous union made my nostrils 
flare and intoxicate me into the wild raging passion of 
our illicit coupling. It didn't take long before 
Emily's movements and breathing became irregular and 
nearly violently urging. Her vagina contracting with 
that nearly painfully delicious stimulation of my so 
deeply embedded organ and soon she let out a jubilant 
scream of release at the onset of her orgasm. At the 
height of her furious consummation of nature's reward 
on sexual coupling she bit me in my shoulder to the 
point of bleeding, but if it hurt it only served to 
urge me on to thrust harder, deeper into her and to 
yield my sperm to her wanting body. In reverberation of 
her earlier words, it now struck like lightning that I 
was making love to my own little sister, my own flesh 
and blood and that there was no way back, no return, no 
closure but to go forward to complete this delicious 
sin. 

As Emily was going through the throes of her climax, 
she tightly, nearly desperately clung on to me and 
without leaving her deliciously churning and kneading 
gender I rolled her over on her back and started to 
ride her towards my own relief and release. Our mouths 
found each other and again we let our tongues play the 
wild dance of union, our breath shared and depleting 
itself as it passed between us. Now on top, I 
forcefully thrust myself into her as She had thrust 
herself upon me and breaking the kiss, I let my lips 
wander to her young and creamy breasts, her taut and 
firm nipples and I sucked them in, gently bit them as I 
arched my loins to even deeper burrow into the deepest 
and hottest of her body. 

Emily shuddered and shocked as I found her nipples and 
with renewed vigor met my wild bucking and pumping into 
her. Again Emily's breath grew ragged and I felt her 
body tense in another orgasm as I felt my testicles 
contract and the hot wave of my living seed course from 
my belly, through my surging shaft, to forcefully 
against the contracting pressure of her vagina explode 
from my member towards her womb, into her belly. 

My orgasm erupted and our universe contracted to 
contain only ourselves in our ultimate lustful 
consummation of each other. It felt as if my manhood 
grew to be bigger than myself, our bodies melting into 
one and our fluids mixing and churning into that unholy 
potion of incestuous delight. We became the sinful, 
two-headed, multi-limbed beast in feeding and savoring 
of the deepest taboo. We became truly as one as could 
be in this life and we kept on indulging in each other. 

With the voracity of youth riding waves of our orgasms 
as they cascaded and crescendoed and cascaded again. 
The ultimate delight and vigor as that of a summer 
thunderstorm eventually giving way to the peace and 
tranquility of satiation, only to flare up again as our 
bodies, in feverish yearning, strove to derive yet more 
sexual intoxication and release. Finally I had no more 
and my last orgasm yielded nothing to add to what I had 
already pledged on the altar in that deepest temple of 
Emily's yearning, but if it would have been my last 
life-blood, I would have gladly rendered it to her. 

Finally we lay there panting, gasping and moaning in 
the comfort of our still linked and entwined bodies. 
Bathing in our sweat and sexual fluids. Softly rocking 
each other and between shuddering sighs, whispering 
sweet secret names of love to each other. 

For how long we lay there I don't know. The perception 
of time is somehow different in the succor of sexual 
satiation, but when we finally stirred, it was nearly 
completely dark and the stars filled the moonless sky 
above us. 

'Uhnn, I'm sore...but sooooo nicely sore...' Emily 
lazily, sleepily mumbled, nudging me and gently 
indicating that I was getting heavy on her. 'I also 
gotta pee badly so get off me Roger. I gotta go 
reeeeally bad.' she added with urgency and I lifted 
myself off her and let my still half hard cock slip out 
of her. A generous gulp of our sexual fluids left 
Emily's body and dripped from between her still swollen 
little labia, making a sticky little puddle in the 
grass between her thighs. I tiredly, still sluggish 
from the warm afterglow stood up and helped her to her 
feet. 'Ooew looks like I'm going to be bowlegged for a 
while, dear brother of mine.'

Emily remarked as she winced once or twice before 
stepping away a few paces and squatted to relief her 
bladder. The steady stream of her peeing sounded 
clearly through the quiet night air eventually slowed 
down to a trickle and Emily stood up. We met and hugged 
each other closely and kissed again. Now not with the 
heat and urging of the illicit lust, but more so with 
the love and tenderness of lovers. We broke the kiss 
and Emily rested her head against my chest and 
shoulder. We just stood there close together to take in 
and come to grips with the enormity of what we just had 
done. 

No regrets, at least not from my side and not from hers 
either. 'Wow... That really was worth the wait.' we 
almost simultaneously whispered and Emily giggled 
wickedly as I chuckled. “Yep! And there's more to come. 
Now that I've had you once, I want to have you at least 
every day if you'll have me.' I mumbled and Emily 
grinned widely, her beautiful white teeth lighting up 
her face. 'You Betcha! I want you every day and you 
know, the closets in our room only have a very thin 
wall between them. Maybe we should knock that out so 
that we can freely share our rooms without using the 
hallway. That way we can fuck each other every day.'

Again Emily giggled and hand in hand we walked towards 
the water of the lake to take a refreshing bath and 
swim. 

Whatever was in that water, it did wonders for us and 
rapidly revived us to the point that my erection 
returned in full when I saw Emily's lithe and slim 
figure outlined against the starlit sky. We left the 
water, picked up our bags and clothes and made off to 
the Forestry shelter. I was getting hungry and having 
had the presence of mind to pack a bottle of wine, a 
couple of baguettes and some hard Italian sausage, I 
offered to have a romantic light supper. 

I spread my sleeping-bag on the cot and soon we were 
taking turns on sips of the bottle and happily munching 
away the delicate and tasty bread with that sausage 
that I cut up with my pocket knife. This combination of 
food and wine, to date, has remained our secret 
ceremonial meal with which we celebrate our incest and 
seal our commitment to each other. I haven't kept track 
how many times we managed to couple that memorable 
weekend, but rest assured that it was many, many times. 

Thus ends the simple and pleasant tale of how Emily and 
I found relief and an undying bond with each other in 
the wickedly and so deliciously secret consummation of 
incest. 

Eventually my parents divorced and we returned 
stateside with my mother. In college we shacked up with 
each other and after our mother died, leaving us a not 
insignificant amount that she in turn had inherited 
from her Old New-England heritage. I am writing with 
the wavering and dubious success of the independently 
wealthy, but mostly for my own satisfaction and 
enjoyment and Emily runs her business as a Public 
Relations consultant from home so that most of the time 
we are there for each other's urges of them moment. 
Many and deep there be. 

Over the years we've experimented with different 
partners, but we always found it lacking that special 
sharp and wickedly nasty edge that none but the two of 
us can find and so deeply enjoy in the unique sexual 
experience between us and the deep gratification that 
it brings us. 

Eventually Emily went off the pill, but it so appears 
that she always miscarriages before a month or two 
passes. We don't care that much about it and on the 
upside, Emily always has that special horniness and 
nearly inhuman stamina in sexual appetite that comes 
with being nearly constantly pregnant. From my side, I 
gladly oblige her and have come to love that special 
tangy and warm scent of making love to a pregnant 
woman. 

Roger Out!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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